I had a present but I didn’t at the same time.
I hadn’t known I had a present until a few days ago, when I woke up and my undies felt different. There wasn’t much there, just a drop or two, but it wasn’t pee. It’s not hard to tell the difference, even when you’re a kid. I hoped he would like it. He’d said he’d been looking forward to it, so I figured the timing was right.
I hadn’t pawed off in the four days since the discovery because I wanted the first official one to be in front of him, as my gift to him. And I wanted it to be BIG.
“Please let it be good,” I prayed to no one in particular as I folded my card and slid it inside its baby-blue envelope and licked it slowly so I wouldn’t get a paper cut on my tongue. I’d gotten one before and those stung! After sealing it with a kiss (actually a few), I hopped down and went downstairs on tiptoe.
He sat on the big blue couch we got from IKEA because we could take the covers off and wash out the stains, and boy had it ever come in handy since. The news was on and the TV flickered over everything, making it dance. I wondered if he was sad or disappointed that I hadn’t said anything all day or touched him or anything. Sometimes I’d woken him up sucking on his wiener or bounced on his lap until he had to stick it in me and hump. But I hadn’t done anything like that today. I hoped he wouldn’t be mad at me. I mean, he always let me start things, but I knew he could be really horny sometimes.
I got almost all the way to the back of the couch before he said, “I know you’re back there, Hector.” Darn it, he always knew! “You can’t sneak around me. You’ll learn eventually.” And he chuckled, which made me giggle, so I came around front because there was no more use in trying to be quiet.
“You got me,” I said, holding out my card with “DAD” written on it in big purple crayon letters. “Happy Father’s Day!”
“Ahhhhhh,” he said, taking it from me. “So you did remember. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten.”
“Nuh-uh, not forgotten. I ‘membered.”
He stretched his arms high above his head, giving me a good look at his belly and bits in his tighty whities. Dunno why, but he looks awful sexy in those, with his belly stretching them out. They’re fun to take off, too.
“I see you’re prancing around starkers again,” he smiled. “Are you my present?”
“No, I’m always your present!” I retorted, rocking on my feet. “But, kinda sorta.”
“Kinda sorta. Get up here, you.” He patted his knee and I hopped up on the first try. He bit his pipe while he bounced me a little and opened up the envelope. My paw went between my legs and rubbed me to hardness in no time while he was distracted. When he opened the card to read inside he got the strangest look on his face. His eyes went above his glasses, then below, then above again, then he just took them off. “Does this mean what I think it means?” he asked, turning the card so I could see the drawing I’d just finished of myself with some droplets coming out of my sheath.
“I dunno,” I wriggled, squeezing my little boner right in front of him. He looked down. “Maybe. What do you think it means?”
His right paw went from my shoulder down my back to rest on my rump. “Well, to me it looks like you’re trying to tell me you’re squirting now. Am I wrong?” I stroked a little faster, already feeling my sparkles crawling their way out from my tailhole.
“Iunno,” I replied cryptically, not trying to cover anything up at all. “Maybe.”
Dad took his pipe out and held it, the smoke barely rising from its bowl. I took in a big whiff and let it push me further to the end. It reminded me of our first time, and the scent always worked magic. Then he started stroking a finger between my cheeks, just enough to tease. He knew exactly how to do it, too, when I started squeaking and wiggling.
“You’re awful vocal today, son,” he said. “When’s the last time you pawed?” I told him and he whistled. “That must seem like forever to you. You average about three a day, don’t you?”
“Yeah...” I panted, getting close. “I almost couldn’t wait.”
“Well, you don’t have to wait anymore,” he smiled, sticking a claw just inside me. I squeaked and let my paw fly as he looked on, gently fucking me with that claw, as my legs stiffened and my toes curled and I spurted out three little drops onto his thigh. When it was all over he took out his finger and used that paw to keep me from falling off his leg. His underwear bulged way out; I could tell I’d have my muzzle on that in a couple minutes.
Leaning down, he planted a nice deep kiss (with daddy tongue!) on my lips and looked into my eyes, his breath spicy with tobacco. “Congratulations, Hector. Your balls work. Happy Father’s Day to both of us.”
I used my foot to rubrub against his cotton-covered cock. “I can make it happier if you wanna snuggle in bed.”
Dad rearranged himself, I dunno why cuz he was just going to take off his undies anyway. “Nothing on television is more important than your kind of snuggles.” And he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me off to the bedroom.
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