Story written by AlexNightmurr:

All this time, you’ve had a crush on your dad - Alex. When he took you under his wing, with him being divorced from your mother, he’s been extremely kind and generous to you. When you were coming home from college, you helped him make dinner as usual. Alex works as a boss at a packaging company - and he’s involved with a lot of stuff, such as financial and HR management.
You can’t imagine the stress of his job, especially with the stress of making sure that his son is well looked after.
But since the Christmas season is coming up, you’ve saved money to get him something pretty special. The only problem is now, that you don’t know what he really wants, so you decided to bring up the topic at the dinner table.
“What would you like for Christmas, Dad?”
He chuckled, swallowing his food with a smirk.
“I'd like a happy son.”
His statement made your beam with joy, and he smiled. It looks like he hasn't shaved in a while, since he had stubble on his chin. Not to mention, his eyes looked restless.
You pulled a straight face, “No, but really though, tell me what you want…”
Alex looked surprised and then set his plate aside,
“Your mother is going to come over for the first time in a while.”
He then rested his large paw on your shoulder,
“Do me a favour, and keep your spirits up - yeah? Your mother didn't leave because of you, she left because of me.”
You frowned,
“Yeah, why did she leave you? If you don't mind me asking…”
Alex cleared his throat and looked away, “It's personal.”
You nodded understandably, and got up to clean the plates.
Alex got up too, but you waved him away.
“Leave it to me, dad. You've had a long day.”

Alex groaned (more like a growl) and rubbed the back of his head and stretched. As he did so, you glanced at his armpit hair through the sweat sodden through the fabric.
Alex chuckled and brought his arm back down,
“Oops. Looks like I'm getting a bit musky. Sorry son.”
You turned around, blushing - as he headed upstairs.
You hated to admit it, but you loved how he looked recently.

The stubble, and even his armpit hairs - you could see through his shirt. Gosh, they must've been thick. You don't remember him being so musky and hairy. Maybe it's because he hasn't shaved in a while…
You were washing up, but - in your head - dirty thoughts about your dad danced around.
Okay, maybe he was hot, even just from the smell…
Everytime he came home, he smelled so manly - so aromatic.
Well, and that's not to mention his hulking frame. Even through his busy schedule, your dad still finds time to work out.
You finished washing up, left with a considerable bulge in your pants. You groaned, bringing your head back and instinctively buckling your lithe hips against the counter - imagining Alex railing you down, his hot breath in your ear and calling you his “handsome little boy.”
There's no denying it. You are completely infatuated with your sexy father! But, really though, if other gay guys knew - they'd agree. Why would your mother leave such a hunk like him?! There had to be a better reason, but Alex was not keen on sharing it. You sighed, putting your paw in your pants - gripping your now fully hard cock, leaking with pre. Giving it a few full tugs, you realised just how big and thick it was. You hoped you take after him, since that would mean his cock is just as big as yours or bigger!

You heard a chuckle from the living room,
“Save that for the bedroom, son.”
Your blood ran cold. Did he just hear or even see what you were doing?! You let out a high pitched “meep” and raced off upstairs to your bedroom.

Even though you were just about caught, your cock was still hard as a rock - the knot throbbing and shaft throbbing feverishly. You sighed with pleasure, and clasped your paw around it. Looks like it's going to be another night of jacking off to your dad.

----The Next Morning---

It was pretty early, but thankfully today is the start of the weekend. You grabbed your phone that was beside you and clicked on the “Messenger” app.
“Huh, no friends making plans today.”
You sighed, propping an arm behind your head, exposing your pit. You did stink a little bit, but your room pretty much stunk of cum since you let out a pretty huge load last night with that image of your dad's sweat sodden pit buried in your mind. Oh, to simply worship and sniff his underpants, chest and armpits would be glorious.
Musk always set you on edge - thanks to no small part of your father's distinct smell. Your morning wood throbbed.

Murmurs came from the room beside you, followed by a light “squelching” sound. That sound was unmistakable; something you know too well - the sound of a precum ridden hand whacking a dick. But did Dad find a lay last night, or is he just jacking off?

Butterflies filled your stomach as you took your phone, opened the camera mode, and silently sneaked out of your door. Whatever it is, you simply need to find out. Getting a picture of the moment would be great… If only just to see Alex.

You peered around the slightly open door, spotting Alex in his full naked glory. His night robe was parted, revealing just about his whole body except his shoulders in full glory. Your mouth dried up. His sexy, handsome face was grinning with his tongue stuck out. Even from such distance, you could smell his musk - a bitter, earthy scent which was like an adrosphaic to you - your cock straining against your sweatpants.
You fished your cock out of your sweatpants, clasping at your knot, and the shaft thereafter. Precum belched forth like wildfire, but your ears picked up on something else in the room… Murmuring.

“Anon, take my cock you sexy slut!” He shouted out, then groaned. You struggled to stifle your gasp, jacking your own cock in tandem with his. You were worried he would pick up on the slicking sound by the door, but judging from his loud moaning - that might be near impossible. He was jacking off to you!

His large paw went up and down, pre starting to dribble over his thick pubes. Everytime he moved his hand, his face turned stern with pleasure and contentment. His eyes were still closed and half open. Maybe he just woke up like this? Since his bed was directly in front of the door, you could get a full view of his hairy, fat, churning balls which made you squeal in submission.
“Gosh, just how much cum does he produce?”
You whispered to yourself, and struggled to stifle a gasp upon seeing pre dribble down his thick cock in beads - eventually becoming a puddle of mess in his crotch region and slicking his balls up.

Then your eyes drifted towards his armpit - in all its full, hairy, musky glory. So that's what was musking him up.
The smell, it hit you like a truck - it was brilliant, your mouth watered and you dick twitched up and down in the air - which made you groan out in pleasure. So earthy, so manly… Even though you slightly creaked open the door, the smell was pouring out. Who knows how heady and musky that room wa; it made you close to cumming.
His bedroom was wide open, curtains fluttering in the morning breeze.
“Must be tough being so muscular, sweaty and handsome, huh…” you said, blushing - watching how your Dad thrusted his hips upwards.
“Go on, t-take your father's cock up inside that amazing tight bottom of yours, son…” Then his head swayed to the side, his face quivering from pleasure.
“F-Fuck…” He picked up his phone beside him and read the time: “7.00AM”. Sighing with contentment, he set it back down and went back to jacking off.
“Bet you're thinking about some cute girl from school now, huh…” He said, sniffing his own armpit - revelling in his smell of his own scent.
“I wish I experimented when I was your age… Why don't you take your Daddy's needy cock, and experiment with him?” He said to himself, groaning out again. But, this time, it's more like a growl - deep and guttural.
It got to the point where you couldn't take it anymore, every inch of you called out to storm in that room with your fat boner and bounce on his huge dick like a good son would.
But you wanted to assess more, besides - you haven't taken a picture yet.
You admired every inch of your Dad's naked body, the creases on his handsome face, his bicep curling as he moved his hand up and down - feverishly groaning out your name, how his thick armpit hair was matted with sweat, along with how his thick chest fur slightly swayed in the morning wind. Honestly, he's gorgeous in every way. You actually liked that he didn't shave; maybe he wanted to stay nice and manly. You knew full well, that it made him look like a true man. You wanted to shower him with praise then and there, like he's done so many times to you - supporting you away from your mother, you wanted to talk about how you admired every inch of him but, most importantly, how you wanted to worship him…
Sighing shakily (this whole situation had you shook from the core from anxiety, anticipation and virility), you pulled out your phone and took a snap of the beautiful man before you in his full glory.

Then it happened; he couldn't confine his pleasures any more and howled out loudly. If you were asleep like he thought you was, you'd be sure to be have been woken up by now just from that yelp.
His paw blurred in a frenzy, cum shooting everywhere - all over his hunky body in thick ropes.
“Holy fuck…” you murmured out, voice breaking from the shock.
Alex was breathless too, his words being muttered out in short, panted breaths with each and every pump of his hand extracting all that pent up daddy semen from his huge cock: “Shit! Ngghhh… Take my cum!!!”

You had to take a photo of that too.
“I think I know what you want for Christmas now, Dad…” you said, waltzing into the room.
Alex looked shocked but upon seeing your hard cock, his face swelled full of pride. He looked up at your flushed face, and licked his lips.
“Son... I can explain, I'm sorry…”
You straddled against his muscular thighs, feeling his bushy pubes scratch against your soft bottom.
“For Christmas, Dad, I think you want me.”

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