I started as Papa’s paw traveled lower on my body. It seemed like a natural motion in his sleep, but I wished it wasn’t. Papa had recently taught me about sex when he caught me playing with myself. I had wanted to ask if we could do the sex together, but my mouth got dry and I couldn’t get the words out. Maybe it would be easier to show him.

When I tried to move his paw, it didn’t budge. His grip was too firm. I squirmed further up so my head rested under Papa’s chin, and his paw rested over my privates. Even through my pajama bottoms, my sheath stirred from the contact. I bucked my hips, causing a stiffy to spring up and rub against Papa’s palm. The tingliness intensified faster than if I was by myself, but the fabric scratched my sensitive skin. As I wiggled my pajamas off, Papa groaned and shifted. I froze, just now considering how Papa would react.

“Amir? Why are you moving around so much?” Papa said. “Are you having a nightma–Oh crap!” His paw darted away from me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how that happened.”

“It’s okay. It felt really good.” I tugged on Papa’s paw. “Put it back.”

“What? No. We can’t be doing that.” Papa broke free of me completely, letting the chill of the room set in.

“Why not?” I flipped over to face Papa, but he avoided eye contact with me. “You said I can do the sex with anyone I love.”

“Anybody your own age. Did I really not say that part?”

“You didn’t. You forgot, so it must not be very important. We can d–”

 “We cannot, Amir,” Papa said, finally looking me in the eye. “It’s the law.”

“Then the law is stupid.”

“I’m not budging on this. Go get ready for school.”

“What will you be doing?”

“I don’t work Fridays, remember? I’ll be down in a few if you need anything.”

“Fine.” I slid off the bed and shuffled out of the room. Lingering in the hallway, I watched as Papa sighed and stuffed his face in a pillow. How was it fair that he got to sleep in, but I didn’t?

I dragged my feet down the hallway and into the bathroom. After stripping, I took a mirror out of the closet. Papa kept it in there because it was Dada’s family heirloom, but I was careful with it. I looked into it to confirm that all of my gray fur had turned into bright orange, and my spots had fully developed. My coat looked exactly like Papa’s. So why did he say I was not grown-up enough to do the sex with him? 

I stepped into the shower and turned it on, letting the water wash over me. It was still early so I didn’t need to rush. I was mainly thinking of how I could change Papa’s mind. No plan came to mind, so I considered previous times I had convinced Papa. There was a time where he said I couldn’t have any more cookies, but as he was saying it, I had bitten into another one, and he let me finish it. A similar thing happened when he told me to get off the video games and do homework, but I started a match as he was telling me.

What if we were somehow in the middle of doing the sex? Then he should allow us to finish. Yes! That made sense, because at that point we would have already broken the law, so we could keep doing it all we wanted. Though, I would have to do it while he was asleep, which felt like tricking him. But he never said he didn’t want to do the sex; just that a stupid law was in the way. He must have wanted to do the sex with me. He had said it’s an act of love and he loved me. It wouldn’t be tricking him; it would be helping him get around the law.

After that revelation, I hurried through my morning routine. The faster I got to school, the faster I would get home! 

*

I usually didn’t mind school, but it was a slog. I had more important things to do! When I got home, Papa had already made dinner, since he had been home all day. Another reason why Friday was the best day. After dinner, I burned the rest of my time doing all the homework I was supposed to do over the weekend. I wanted to be a good boy so Papa would have no reason to turn me down.

Once I was done, I got out of my desk chair and rushed to Papa’s room. I found him in bed watching a movie. “Hey, Papa. Can we go to sleep early today?”

“About that, Amir.” Papa turned off the TV and looked over to me. “I think it’s time for you to sleep in your own bed. It’s been a year since Dada. You can’t sleep in my bed forever.”

“Just one more night? Pretty please?”

“You’re ten-years-old now; you’re a big boy.”

“Yes, I know I’m a big boy.” I crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Papa. “That’s why I want to be the big spoon tonight.”

“Oh.” Papa looked at my short arm, then his large torso. “I kinda want to see you try. But only if you understand our talk this morning.”

“Yes! I understand perfectly.”

“Okay, one last night.” Papa turned off the bedside lamp, leaving only the dim moonlight. “Oh, I almost forgot. Did you take the mirror out of the closet?”

“I did. I wanted to see how grown-up I look.”

“Your new coat did grow in nicely. But tell me first, okay? Or put it back after you’re done.”

“It’s just a mirror,” I said.

“Maybe to you. But Dada and I made some memories with it, and I’m not always ready to relive them.”

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Papa.” 

“It’s okay.” Papa leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I love you, Amir. Good night.” He rolled onto his side.

“I love you too, Papa.” I cuddled up behind Papa, straining my arm to fit around him.

“Is that comfortable for you?”

“Uh, yes.”

Papa flipped onto his back, and held me against his side. “That better?”

“Yeah!” I draped my arm over Papa, and rested my head on his chest. Not falling asleep in Papa’s embrace was the hardest part. I focused on planning what I was going to do, since Papa never told me how to do the sex with another male. He only told me there were many different ways depending on what they wanted.

By the time Papa’s breathing leveled out and he was snoring softly, I hadn’t come up with an idea. But I had to try something, even if I wasn’t sure if it counted as doing the sex. After waiting a few more minutes, I wiggled my pajama bottoms off. My sheath plumped up, and I grinded it into Papa’s side. His soft fur tickled in all the right ways, which gave me a quick stiffy.

I gripped my penis at the base and stroked it. My rough paw pads hurt the barbs around my tip, so I left that part in Papa’s fur, while it drooled transparent sticky stuff. Even though I was still doing it myself, the pleasure rose quickly and I couldn’t keep still. Papa’s hold on me tightened. I couldn’t tell if that was a subconscious reaction, but it made me feel warm.

I thrusted through Papa’s coat, trying to wake him before I finished doing the sex. The soft fur around my stiffy heightened the pleasure and made it spread throughout my body. I stilled, but Papa’s breathing was enough motion to keep the pleasure rising. It was too late to stop it, so I clung to Papa as I shot stickies on his stomach. The bitter, musky scent made Papa’s nose twitch. I hoped he would wake, and see the proof of how grown-up I was. But I had to settle with sharing this moment with him while he’s asleep.

When my penis started making less stickies, I bucked my hips. One last spurt recolored one of Papa’s spots to white. Any more motion made me feel too tingly. As my excitement faded and I caught my breath, I realized my plan had failed. We weren’t in the middle of doing the sex anymore, so Papa would have no reason not to yell at me if he woke. I tried to pull my pajamas back up, but Papa’s grip on me was too tight. While I was struggling, Papa stopped snoring. I froze as his eyes opened and he looked down at me. 

“What’s going on? Did you have an accident?” Papa’s nostrils flared. “Wait, no, that’s…” He takes a steadying breath, then continues in a controlled tone, “I explicitly told you we can’t be doing this. How hard is it to listen? It was not a difficult request.”

I didn’t think the truth would work well, but I couldn’t think of a better lie, so I explained my thought process to him.

“Amir, breaking this law isn’t like when I go above the speed limit. It’s a serious law. If anybody found out, we might never see each other again.”

The thought made me choke up, but I managed to say, “But how would anybody ever find out?”

“Well, it can be hard to keep a secret.”

“If I promise to never ever tell anyone, can we?” I pointed at the tent in his boxers. “You’re ready to play anyway.”

“We really shouldn’t.”

“Why not? You said doing the sex is an act of love. And I love you. Do you love me?”

“I do love you, very much, but–”

“Then that settles it.” I reached down and grabbed the stiffy through his boxers.

“You should really stop.”

“Why?” I slipped his waistband up and over his stiffy. It sprang up, flinging transparent sticky stuff at my face. There was plenty more around the tip, which I spread down over his barbs and the rest of his shaft. “Does this not feel good?”

“Oh it feels amazing, but, um…” Papa placed a paw on my head. I stopped as I thought he would pull me away, but he only scritched behind my ears. “You promise you won’t ever tell anyone?”

“Never ever! Our love is between me and you, and no one needs to hear a peep about it.” 

“Good. Can I touch you too, Amir?”

“Yeah! But you might have to–” I looked down to see I already had another stiffy. “Nevermind.” I jutted my hips out, and Papa grasped my penis. His paw completely surrounded it, which made me feel tingly again, but also like I wasn’t much of a big boy.

“Oh my. You’re much larger than I was at your age. You’ll probably grow to be even bigger than me.”

“I don’t know about that, Papa. You’re huge!” I demonstrated my inability to wrap a paw around Papa’s stiffy, and how it was the length of my forearm. 

“It’ll come eventually. Besides,” Papa flicked a finger across my barbs, “this still feels good, right?”

“Very good.” I wanted to reciprocate, but I remembered how rough my paw pads were. Instead, I leaned forward and licked his barbs. They poked my tongue and the sticky stuff tasted bitter. Despite that, I licked again. It was hard to focus with my stiffy so snug in Papa’s paw, but that got me thinking. If surrounding it is what feels best, how could I do that for Papa? My paws were too small. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around Papa’s tip. It still tasted bitter, but based on Papa’s gasp, I thought I was doing something right. 

Papa’s grip on my stiffy loosened, which frustrated me, but it allowed me to concentrate on getting Papa to make stickies. I dipped my maw down to his barbs and suckled on them. My paws stroked the rest of his shaft. The process felt right, but made my arms and jaw ache. Distracting me from that, Papa petted my ears, then caressed down my back and to the tip of my tail.

Still, the ache became too much. I pulled my mouth off, and asked, “Hey Papa? Can we do the sex a different way?”

“Of course. There are lots of ways to have sex, so feel free to turn down anything you’re not comfortable with.” Papa fidgeted with his tail. “I really would like it if you fu–um, put your dick in my butt.”

“That sounds kinda gross.”

“Well, we could also–”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it, silly!” 

“Oh, in that case, would you mind putting your tongue there first? I keep myself pretty clean down there.”

I hesitated because that didn’t seem pleasant for me at all. But I figured Papa must like it, and I could stop if I didn’t. I crawled between Papa’s legs as he lifted them up by the knees. I positioned my nose under Papa’s balls and sniffed; weirdly floral. Spreading his cheeks, I found his tailhole and licked it, tasting soap. Unsure how it would be inside, I circled Papa’s tailhole until it was covered in my saliva.

“You’re doing great,” Papa said. “Keep it up.”

Encouraged, I braved my tongue inside. The soap taste faded into a muskier and bitter taste. Papa’s moans distracted me from that, and motivated me to venture deeper. At a certain point I had to cram my muzzle between his cheeks. But I found a spot made Papa shout, “Fuck! Right there.”

Papa swearing around me made me feel even more grown-up, and I tried to make him say it again. I dug my snout deeper, and accidentally slipped inside. I was about to pull out, but discovered I could easily reach the spot to make Papa curse. I got him to do so a couple more times before my tongue grew weak. I pulled my muzzle away, panting. Before I could catch my breath, Papa picked me up, laid me on his chest, and kissed me. I melted in his embrace. When his tongue prodded my lips, I parted them. His tongue had the much more pleasant taste of toothpaste, so I played with it as much as I could. 

Papa gripped my dick. His paw was so wet that I couldn’t help but thrust. He broke the kiss, then said, “Settle down a bit.”

“Sorry. You just feel extra good.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. I just want you to save it for when you fuck me.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s what you call it when you put your cock in someone. You can use that word in private all you want now that you’re such a big boy.”

“Okay! I’m going to fuck you now.” As I crawled down Papa’s body and my penis left his grip, I noticed a substance on it. “What did you put on me?”

“It’s called lube. It makes sex more fun and a little easier. Still start slow, though.”

“Alright.” I dragged my stiffy down across Papa’s, then under his balls. When I felt his hole, I thrusted, but bounced off.

“Hold yourself steady.”

I followed Papa’s instructions, and this time I slipped inside. I moaned at the slick warmth. I expected it to be similar to Papa’s paw, but it was tighter. 

More than the physical sensation, every inch deeper felt like I was getting closer to Papa. I was becoming more grown-up than ever, and Papa got to experience it with me.

Once my sac tapped his rump, Papa said, “Fuck, that’s good.” He flopped his head back, breaking our eye contact. “Now just follow your instincts.”

“What in–” As I shifted to meet Papa’s eye again, my penis partially pulled out and sang in pleasure. All my barbs were tickled at once. I withdrew until my dick was nearly out of Papa, then slammed back in. 

I was hooked. The pleasure overtook my body, driving me to thrust faster and faster. Papa reached down and grabbed my butt, angling my thrusts. On the fourth attempt, his grip weakened and his penis shot more transparent stick stuff. The bitter, musky smell was growing on me. I scooped some onto my finger, and licked. It tasted the same, yet I enjoyed it.

When I reached for more, Papa nudged my paw away. “I can handle this part,” he said, taking hold of his dick. “You just fuck me as hard as you can.”

Panting too hard to speak, I nodded. My thighs were burning, but I couldn’t disappoint Papa. I rammed into Papa so hard he mewled. Keeping that pace, the pleasure and exhaustion blended into a fire in my hips. It was so overwhelming that I wasn’t sure if I was shooting stickies or not. I just knew I had to keep going until Papa did. His paw was blurring across his shaft, spraying the transparent sticky stuff everywhere. 

When fatigue took hold and my thrusts slowed, Papa’s tailhole gripped me tighter. He grunted, then sighed relievedly as his penis erupted. With Papa aiming it upward, it looked like it was snowing stickily. I collapsed onto his chest and watched, letting Papa’s tailhole massage my stiffy. 

The relaxation helped the pleasure turn into bliss. My cock jumped inside Papa, stickifying his insides. It felt like my stickies were going into the proper place. More than that, the moment signified that I was completely grown-up, and that my relationship with Papa will forever be more intimate. 

I bucked my hips, prolonging the near-overwhelming tingling. But I whimpered when my balls ached from effort. Papa wrapped his arms around my back, hushing me. “That’s it. Fill me up.”

I looked up at Papa, and forgot my intended response, instead saying, “You haven’t smiled like that since Dada.”

“I haven’t been fucked like that since he last did.”

“You guys used to have sex?”

Papa chuckled. “Whenever you weren’t looking. You fuck a lot like him. I bet he’d be proud.”

“Really? Then I need to fuck you as often as he did.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”