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Dear New Dad

By Ajax B. Coriander

Commission for Brophey

Start date: 6/16/2016

End Date: 6/17/2018

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Dakota looked at his phone and sighed, once again his dad had forgotten to pick him up. He tried calling him one more time, but the call went straight to voicemail. So he straightened out his Bestbuy work shirt, slung his bag over his shoulder, and started the long walk home from his summer job. The young brown bear kept glancing at his phone while he walked, hoping that just maybe his old man cared enough to shoot him a text, but nothing ever appeared. The hot summer sun beat down on him as he walked along main-- it wasn't like he hadn't made this walk before. His dad had a habit of forgetting of picking him up after football practice after all.

Dakota pulled up the calendar on his phone and looked up the date he'd leave for college. The days were counting down, but it was still way too far out for his taste. That's when he noticed tomorrow was Father's Day. He grumbled to himself, wondering if he should even bother to get his scrawny good for nothing father something for the day -- but, while the prick was a prick, his job as an accountant was going to put him through school debt free so he had to at least try to make him happy. It wasn't like he was bad on purpose, he was just someone that could never say "no", it's why his boss kept him late and even his mother pushed him around before she took off and just left one night. If anything, they lived together, but never really cared about each other. At least that's how Dakota thought about it, he wasn't sure if his father felt the same way.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the sign right in front of him. He kept walking forward, and with a hard *thunk* his head smacked right into the wooden sign. The brown bear howled out in pain as he rubbed the goose egg on his forehead and he furrowed his brow as he looked at the sign that had smacked him.

The sign read: "Dale's Interesting Lovely Fantastic Surprises: gifts someone will never forget."

Dakota shrugged, ducked under the hanging sign, and slipped through the glass door that lead into the brick building. The air was thick with sweet pipe smoke, and the thick haze was only broken by dim-chandlers made of multicolored glass. The walls had display cases that made an upside-down U shape with the register at the head. There was a heavyset Bluetick Coonhound behind the cash register reading a paper. A pair of small round glasses rested on the end of his nose as a pipe hung between his jowls. The hound behind the counter looked up from above his paper, and a soft grin came across his face as he saw the brown bear standing there in front of him. The dog put down his paper, and he rested his elbows on the counter.

"Hello there, anything I can help you find?" The dog asked.

"Not really, I'm just looking for a gift for my dad for Father's Day," Dakota said as he walked up to one of the glass cases that surrounded the walls. He glanced inside and he saw a few pairs of neatly folded red and green underwear, a latex dog bone, and an old glass milk bottle. Those sights made him cock his eyebrow, but he moved on as his curiosity drove him. The cases seemed to have the strangest assortment of objects he'd ever seen. The objects seemed to range the gambit from aprons to fake crocodile skin boots. The bear looked up at the dog, "So I'm guessing you're Dale?"

"The one and only," the dog replied as he puffed on his pipe.

"So what exactly is this store suppose to sell?" Dakota asked.

"A little bit of everything," the dog said with a grin, "it is a gift shop after all, I try to pride myself on finding the perfect gift for the person who needs it."

"Unless you have something that can turn my dad into someone that can stand up for himself and actually give a damn, I doubt it." The bear replied with a scoff.

"Oh, I bet I could find something to help with that," the dog got off of his chair, his soft body shaking as he walked over behind one of the cabinets. He reached inside and pulled out a leather vest, "What about a bit of a confidence boost? Nothing says 'I'm a manly man' like a bit of leather, it seems to work nicely for bikers."

"I don't think he'd ever put it on," the bear replied.

Dale nodded, and he put the leather vest back and he walked to a humidor installed into his wall. He pulled out a box of cigars, and he opened the lid. The smell of rich cigars began to waft through the place. The smell seemed to tickle the brown bears wet nose, and it seemed to draw him into them, but he realized they wouldn't be a good gift and he simply shook his head no.

"My dad would never go for those," Dakota finally said.

The dog put them back, and he stroked at his chin as he thought for a moment. His tail started to wag, and he walked over to the counter by the register. He reached under it, and he began to shift through the shelves before he pulled out a simple oversized white mug. He turned it around and let Dakota see the writing on the front. It read: "World's Greatest Dad".

"Really?" The bear said with a scoff.

"Hey, sometimes the simplest of gifts can be the most effective," the dog said as his tail slowly wagged behind him. "Getting a mug like this from you might help him adjust some of his thinking. It might help him learn how to not just lay down and take what's thrown at him." Before he asked, "Who knows? It might help dear old dad, become your dear new dad."

"Alright, ring it up," Dakota said.

"Perfect, let me wrap it up for you too." The dog said as he turned around to where a little gift-wrapping station waited him. He pulled out a white cardboard box, and he glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Dakota wasn't looking. He grabbed a second slim brown wooden box that fit perfectly into the bottom of the first box and laid it at the bottom. He put some paper over the top of it before he finished packing up the mug and then wrapped the box with red wrapping paper. He slipped it into a bag, rung Dakota up, and said, "Come back real soon, ya hear me?"

"Who knows, I might need to come for a birthday gift next," the bear said as he walked out through the glass door he'd came in through.

The old dog walked over to the front door and flipped the sign hanging from it to closed. He waved his paw over it. The glass shimmered before it disappeared and soon there was nothing but a blank wall in front of him. The dog took a puff from his pipe, and gave a soft chuckle as he adjusted the bulge growing in the front of his pants.

***

"Yes sir, I know sir. Yep, uh-huh, I'm sorry sir, please sir. Thank you sir, alright I'll have those to you by tonight, sir. I need to go, sir. Alright, goodbye," Heath said as he walked through the door of his home. It was late, the sun had set hours ago, and the only light pouring into the old bear's home was from the porchlight. He dropped his keys into the bowl next to the entrance-- his ear still rabg from his boss's harsh voice. He slipped his work phone into his pocket and pulled out his personal phone from his bag.

The bear looked like a wilted beanpole and the bags under his eyes would scare even the sand man. He loosened his tie as he walked like a zombie through the entrance of his home, flipped on the lights and unlocked his personal phone for the first time all day. His ears dipped back as he saw the missed calls and texts from his son. He'd forgotten about him once again, but the last text he'd sent was more biting than the rest. It simply read:

"Never mind, I made it home. I'm use to this by now."

He rubbed his forehead and he walked over to the kitchen table. He set his computer bag down, but his brow furrowed as he saw a simple gift wrapped box on the table with a note scribbled under it that read: "Happy Father's Day." The bear reached out and took it, slowly unwrapping it, and that pain from earlier returned as he saw what was inside. He held the cup in his paws, just staring at the words on the front, and sighed. His work phone buzzed again as another work email came in and he realized he had a long night ahead of him. Heath pulled his computer from his bag and slid it onto the counter. He booted it up and got to work.

***

Dakota slowly stroked his dick as he watched the scene on display. The 18-year-old had his cap from graduation sitting on his desk and was wearing just his old football jersey he'd turned into a night shirt. The brown bear just slowly pumped his dick as the two male Coon Hounds on the screen fucked. The eldest of the two was a strong and thick looking, wearing just a pair of overalls as he tugged on the younger one's leash, while his thick cock slowly slid in and out of the younger dog's hole.

The younger of the two would moan, "Oh Pops..." as he gripped into the hay bale below him.

The one above him would snarl and growl, saying things like, "that's my boy... you've got nice breedin' hips just like your mother."

The young brown bear shuddered as he wondered what it must be like to be that boy. He huffed as he thought about how good it would feel to have his leash tugged on as a thick cock thrust in and out of his ass. He bit his lower lip and his toes curled as the man behind the camera -- a grey muzzled wolf-- reached out and started to jack the younger dog off. The pup whimpered and moaned before he shot his load onto the dusty barn floor.

The young bear's face scrunched up as he groaned out in ecstasy; his cock flexing in his paw and cum shooting up from the tip of his shaft. A few thick jets splattered across his jersey. He grumbled as he thought about how he'd have to clean that off. Grabbing a handkerchief, he tried to wipe off some of the cum from the glossy fabric. He fell back into his chair and just watched the movie for a second as that big dog came into his boy's ass, before pulling him back and into a wet kiss.

Dakota grunted softly and leaned forward to start closing out all the porn tabs he had open; each with names like: "Dad Fucked", "While Mom Is Away", "My son: the Slut", "Days of Future cum in my Boy's Ass", and "How I Banged You and then Your Mother". The bear took off his headphones and he heard the front door open. He thought about putting his pants on and going to say hello, but he was still a little mad at the older bear for what happened this afternoon. He grumbled a bit under his breath and shutdown his computer. The bear crawled over to his bed and laid down in it. He looked up at the ceiling at some of the glow in the dark stars he'd put up there when he was a kid and had just never bothered to take down.

Even if he did go out there and talk to his dad, he knew he'd come up with a long line of excuses and apologies just like he would to his mother. At least she kept him in line before she'd left. She forced him to stand up for himself occasionally, but now he was like doormat that everyone would walk over. If only he could be more confident and take what he wanted. The young bear rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, falling asleep with those thoughts running through his head.

***

Heath glanced at the time at the bottom of his computer and saw that it was 1am. His body was cast in a dim light from his computer screen and there was a soft green tint from the excel sheet spread across it. He was almost done; he just needed just that final push to finish and he'd be done for the night. The bear stood up and walked over to the coffeemaker, popped the coffee in, started it up, and went to find a cup. He opened the cupboard, and of course all of the mugs were gone. He glanced at the dishwasher that he'd forgotten to start on his way out of the house. He glanced back into the dining room where the cup he'd gotten from his son sat glaring at him.

It was his after all, even if it was sort of a lie. He grabbed it, rinsed it out, and poured the coffee from the pot into it. The scrawny bear sat back down in front of the computer and he looked down at that hot mug of coffee as steam rose from it. He grabbed the handle and he brought the mug up to his muzzle. He breathed in that warm rich scent, which gave him a little bit of a boost before the sweet liquid even washed over his tongue. He took a sip from it, and as soon as it passed his lips he felt a strange tingle cascade through his body. The brown bear smiled goofily. It was one of the most perfect cups of coffee he'd ever had; the perfect mix of the flavors loved. The bear set the cup down and he got back to work.

He felt energy starting to pulse through him. With each sip of that coffee it pumped him full of more energy than he thought it should. He must have brewed it extra strong. He felt himself sitting up straighter, his shoulders back, and his short-rounded ears stood up with a perkiness that hadn't had in years. He felt his clothes starting to grow tighter as he reached the halfway point in the coffee and the fur on his arms started to look shaggier. The brown bear reached up and undid the first two buttons of his white short sleeved dress shirt. His light brown fur poked through the new opening as coarse black hairs began to poke up from between them.

His fingers felt heavier as they moved across the keys while they began to slowly grow, getting meatier to match the rest of his body as it slowly swelled. The brown bear huffed as he felt his cock starting to slide down the leg of his pants and it began to pulse with need in a way he hadn't felt since he was a teenager. He reached down and started to stroke it through his black slacks as a new wet spot began to form. He took another sip from his coffee, and a deep lustful growl rumbled in his throat as another growth spurt shot through him and his arms started to strain the fabric of his shirt's sleeves.

Heath went to put his mug down when he noticed something, next to the word "Dad" there were two black smudges on either side. He adjusted his grip so he was holding the cup in his paw rather than by the handle. His thumb began to rub the black smudge on the right to right of the cup first. He raised one of his eyebrows as the letters "dy" appeared, making the word "Daddy". He rubbed the smudge on the left side next, revealing the word "Dom" so the cup now read: "World's Greatest Dom Daddy."

He looked at it curiously and set it down. As he put the cup down, he entered the term "Dom Daddy" into Google. His cock flexed as the first picture he saw was of a massive polar bear holding down a younger looking rhino, his big fat cock spreading open that boy's rump; the boy's face twisted up into pure pleasure. He started to stroke his dick a little harder through his slacks as he clicked on the images tab and started to dive deeper into what he was seeing. He knew he should look away since he was straight and shouldn't like what he was seeing, but he couldn't take his eyes off the screen. Rows upon rows of younger men taking older men's dicks filled his vision; but one picture caught his eye in particular.

On the screen two big brown bears were fucking. The smaller and younger of the two was on his back and the older bear was firmly planted in the boy's ass as his seed spilled out around his shaft while those heavy brown balls pressed firmly against the boy's rump. The two of them were locked into a deep kiss as a forgotten pipe laid beside them, smoldering as if the two bears had gotten so lost in their passion that they just had to stop what they were doing and fuck right then and there. Heath shuddered at that thought. It would feel so nice to have a younger bear wrapped around his own cock like that, with the boy's hardness pressed into his own chubby belly as he held that moaning bear in his muscular arms.

He took the last sip from his coffee and a deep growl rumbled in his chest as he looked at that picture. He imagined the hot breath against his chest, the cute moans that bear would make as his hips patted slowly against that warm brown furred ass. The bear's body rippled as thick muscles swelled over his arms and chest, his cock throbbing inside of his slacks as the fabric began to creak under the strain of his increasing size. He stood up, his paws gripping the table as a mixture of pain and pleasure ran through him as mental pictures of breeding some cute bear's ass played through his head. His stomach expanded, muffin topping over his slacks before the buttons on his shirt finally gave way and they popped off one by one under the strain of his new girth.

His pants were the next to give out. His leather belt snapped right in two as his plump ass filled the black fabric. He arched his back and he thrusted forward, his cock throbbed, and it tore right through what was left of those slacks and his underwear as his new hardness flexed under his soft brown belly. His cock was thicker than it had been before and was at least a few inches longer. But his balls were the real prize; his pouch had grown three times its original size, and the balls inside were churning begging for release.

He fell to the floor with only the shreds of clothing still covering him as he reached between his legs and started to pump his dick as fast as he could. His paw slid quickly over that slick skin as he leaked pre like a faucet that would not turn off. His face twisted up in pure pleasure as his sharp shiny teeth gleamed in the light of his computer screen-- drool dripping from his muzzle. With a loud groan, he came. Jets upon jets of cum surged from his dick as he humped at the air, his new muscular brown ass flexing under his stub tail as he purged every ounce of cum from his old set of pipes as his insides began to rework themselves.

Heath gasped for breath as it finally stopped and his cum covered paw reached up and slapped onto the table as he tried to steady himself. His nose felt like it was on fire, and he could smell everything in the house. The scents ranged from the cleaners under the sink to the Cheetos that had been lost in the couch a decade ago. His second paw joined the first as his cock still throbbed under his belly, curving along that big soft gut as his tip dripped cum onto tile floor below him. His nose caught something new; something he couldn't make out. His nose twitched as he sniffed the air, focusing in on the scent.

He shoved his nose inside of the box the mug came in and he realized that's where the scent was coming from. The new bigger paws tore the box to shreds and revealed the simple brown wooden box inside. When he picked it up, the box popped open and he was greeted with a pipe smoking kit. There was a simple cherry wood pipe, a tin filled with sweet smelling tobacco, and a box of matches. There was a note pinned to the lid that simply read: "This will help you focus."

The bear looked at it. Thoughts didn't seem to want to come to him; his mind just circled around trying to find something to stuff the throbbing cock between his legs into. His paws started to move as if he was accessing some lost memory. He packed the bowl, got it ready, and brought it up to his muzzle. He lit the pipe and took the first puff... no, it wasn't a puff, it was like he was sipping a fine brandy. He drew it in across his tongue, holding it there as he savored those complex flavors that somehow tasted sweet. He let the smoke roll past his lips as he exhaled, the white wisps making his lips tingle as a thick white cloud formed in front of him.

With each puff of his pipe he felt his mind beginning to clear and the pain in his nose beginning to dull. He found himself able to focus on the different scents in the house if he just let the smoke work. He could smell his laundry in the other room. He could smell the oil leak in his car in the garage. But one scent in particular caught his nose. The smell of cum filled his nose, but it wasn't his own. He followed the scent as he reached up and ripped off the last shreds of his clothes and walked down the hallway of his home.

Heath's nose sniffed the air as he walked closer and closer to the scent drawing him in. Smoke rolled from his muzzle as he kept that pipe positioned between his jowls, his pearly white fangs poking out when he'd sniff the air. He stood in front of his son's door as pre dripped from his cock, his paw reached out and rested on the door, his hand still sticky from the last load of cum he'd shot into it. He sniffed the air and he could tell the scent of cum was coming from inside.

Right there was a smaller bear just like in the photos he had just seen. A younger man he could shove his dick into and empty his balls into again and again. He humped the air as some part in him screaming at him to turn back seemed to die out as another puff of smoke entered his muzzle. He growled softly and looked down at his new body, looking at the large muscles on his arms and chest as his belly ballooned out. He wasn't that scrawny accountant anymore that just let things go. He wasn't that person who wouldn't at least try to take what they wanted. And he wanted ass. And he was going to get a nice furry brown ass to sink his dick into tonight whether it be here or if he had to go stalk in the night or at a seedy bar for his prey.

Heath pushed the door open and slunk inside with some surprising grace for a creature his size. He snuck along in the shadows and paused as he looked at his sleeping son's form. The streetlight from outside was casting a white light over the younger bear whom was on his stomach, the covers were kicked off, and his plump ass was on display in the light -- that cute rump almost taunting him under that stub tail. He growled softly, and he climbed up into his son's bed. His hard cock flexed above that boy's ass, a slimy string of pre dripping from the tip and shimmering in the light, before it dripped onto those furry brown buns. He leaned over his son, his new body size seeming to dwarf the boy who has once been taller and larger than him. He saw his son start to shift, and his nose twitched as he smelled a primal panic begin to surge through Dakota.

Dakota's eyes shot wide open and he went to turn around when a heavy hand held him down, keeping him pinned down on his stomach with ease. He opened his eyes and a scream escaped his muzzle as he saw the massive creature above him; those pearly fangs poking out from his jowls as a dimly glowing pipe hung from his muzzle. The larger beast's second paw reached out and wrapped around the boy's muzzle. Their eyes met, familiar shades of hazel looking back into each other.

"What's the matter, boy? You act like you've never seen your dear old dad before... well I bet I look a bit different, but it's still me. Though, I guess I'm your dear new dad with this bulk," the older bear said as he blew smoke across his son's face.

Those words sounded so familiar to Dakota... there was no way this beast could be his dad though! His dad was small, weak, and he didn't have that smell. That thick wonderful musky scent that seemed to pour from the bear's body that made his cock stiffen against the bed sheets below him. He could feel that creature's belly grinding against his lower back, he could feel his jersey sneaking up and allowing that bare bear belly to touch his bare fur. He could feel those coarse black hairs pushing through his fur and tickling the skin underneath and that only made his cock throb harder.

"So I got to thinking, I've been a pretty shit dad, haven't I? I've always been such a spineless little twat, well now I'm something better. I can be a bear who takes and gets what he wants. I finally have the cojones to put other men in their place... Just wait until you see the size of them, trust me, you'll know I'm not lying," the bear gloated. "So if I've been such a shit Dad, maybe it's time for a change; to adjust my thinking some. Like first of all, I don't think I ever noticed how fuckable this ass of yours is." The larger bear said as he let his new cock rest against the bear's cheeks, letting it poke at the base of his son's tail, so Dakota would be able to tell just how big he was.

That's when Dakota realized who the creature sounded like. He sounded like the hound from the gift shop! His mind flashed back to the sign, and he felt his stomach churn as he thought about the store's name. 'Dale's Interesting Lovely Fantastic Surprises', it was an acronym for 'DILFS', he'd stumbled onto a cursed gift shop... one that seemed to be pulled from some porn story you'd find on the internet. He was really glad he hadn't bought the cow bell as a gag gift now, this could have been a whole lot stranger. Dakota was brought out of his thoughts as a few beads of drool dripped onto his face.

"And this new cock of mine has a mighty need. I need to find some cute boy's rump to shove my dick under as they moan my name. And do you know what that name is, boy?" The bear asked as he started to slowly hump his son's ass, leaving a long slimy trail of pre in his wake. The bear relaxed his grip on his son's muzzle, just enough for the younger bear to speak.

"Heath?" The bear asked as he shuddered under the beast his father had become.

"No," the bear growled into his son's stubby ear, "it's Daddy. So what's it going to be boy, are you going to let your dear new dad slide his dick inside of this cute rump or should I go track down that polar bear teammate you used to blow after practice? I bet he'd love to feel some of my big thick daddy bear dick under his tail."

"Y-you know about Robby?" Dakota stuttered as his cock flexed painfully hard against the mattress he was pinned again.

"I had a feeling you might be a cocksucker all through your high school days, but I knew I was right when I came home early one day and saw a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and I could hear him moaning." The bear said as he nuzzled the back of his son's neck, "I didn't say anything, because I knew you'd come out when you were ready... but, now that I can't stop thinking of sliding under a bear's tail, I thought I might as well see if my son wanted to be my boy. So what do you say? Do you want to let Daddy slide under your tail tonight and pound you like the beast he is or should I leave and we pretend like this never happened?"

Dakota shuddered as he weighed his options and as he felt his dad's dick pulsing against his ass, he knew there was only one real answer he could give. "Oh god yes, fuck me Daddy!"

"Good boy!" The older bear growled as he reached over to his son's nightstand, where he knew Dakota 'hid' his lube, and he pulled it out. He squirted some over his paw and reached under him to smear some of it over his boy's puckered hole, his fingers teasing that tight entrance as he kept his son pinned down to the mattress under his bulky weight. He took another puff from his pipe, blowing it inside his son's stubby ear to tickle the soft hairs inside and distract him as he lined the head of his cock up with that puckered hole and started to push his dick inside.

Heath roared out in ecstasy as he felt that amazing warm tightness sliding around his dick for the first time. It had been the only action he'd gotten since his wife had left other than his paw, and it felt even more amazing than he remembered. There was just something wonderful about the feeling of those furry brown cheeks slowly sliding against the sides of his cock as he burrowed his way deeper into the squirming boy below him.

Dakota shifted, and he pulled his pillow under his chest to squeeze onto tightly. He took a deep breath and tried to relax as he felt that monster of a cock slipping into him. He dipped his head and huffed as he felt his own father's cock flex inside of him and blushed hard under his dark brown fur. He'd always looked at porn like this, but he'd never dreamed he'd be starring in his own version of it. He felt his dad poke against a spot inside of him that made him squeal with pleasure, as his toes curled.

The big bear above him grinned, and he let smoke roll through his nose. He reached down and rubbed his boy's side. He pushed up the jersey a bit so he could sneak his paw under him and tweak one of Dakota's nipples. "Almost there, boy. Soon you're going to have your Daddy's balls pressed right up against your ass as your tight ring squeezes at the root of his cock." The older bear huffed at that thought, and he gave one last thrust so he could do just as he said. He gave his boy a second to adjust, before he pulled his slimy pre and lubed covered dick out and slammed it back in making Dakota whimper in pleasure below him. He put his paws on either side of that twin bed, and he ground his gut into his boy's back, before he let loose and started to breed that younger bear's ripe and ready hole.

The bed squeaked under them as the frame tried to not only hold Heath's weight, but also survive the hard and deep breeding his was giving his son. Those new massive balls slapped against that boy's ready plush rump. Each thrust would grind his son's trapped cock against the mattress as his balls churned with the need for release. The younger bear groaned into his pillow as he tried not to scream out in joy so loud that he'd wake the neighbors. Meanwhile the slobbering fuckbeast that was his father was pounding away with all his might, his big wide ass rising up and down as he pounded under his son's stubby subby tail.

"Having Dad's dick in you feel's good, doesn't it?" The big bear growled as he kept pounding away at his boy's rump.

"Oh... Fuck yes!" Dakota groaned as he squeezed down around the thrusting dick inside of him.

"Mmm you know, we could spend all summer like this," the bear said as he blew smoke across the back of his son's neck. "Every day I could just breed your ass, get you nice and full of my cum, so when you go off to college you never forget that it was your daddy's dick who truly owned you."

"T-that would be amazing, Dad," the boy panted as he arched his back trying to get more of that thick dad dick inside of him.

"Ready for your first load then, boy? Ready for the seed that made you to spill into your ass and mark you as mine?" The bear growled as his thrusts started to grow erratic and his big balls bounced against that boy's plush rump. Heath gripped into the mattress and the bed started to creak louder.

"Y-y-yes Dad!" The younger man squealed as that cock inside him ground him into the mattress, and his body shook as his smaller orbs pulled up close to his body and he started to unload a torrent of cum into the mattress below him. His tight tunnel began to quiver around his father's hole and it made Heath roar out in pure and utter bliss. His fat balls started to pull up close to his body and as he thrust in one last time the bed frame finally gave way and the two of them crashed to the floor while Heath's fat dick pumped jet after jet of hot cum into Dakota's ass. His fat balls were pressed right up against that brown rump as that cum filled the boy up so much that it oozed out around his shaft, and it dribbled down over his son's balls.

The two of them stayed still for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of what had just happened. Heath took his pipe from his muzzle and he leaned down to nibble along your son's neck. "It's a shame we broke your bed, but you weren't going to need it anyway. You're going to be sleeping in Daddy's bed from now on." Heath said. The younger man nodded and he groaned out in pleasure as that big dick inside of him still churned away against his insides. Heath gave the boy's neck a playful bite as he pulled out, his cum spilling over the boy's balls as that hole sloppy hole tried to close. Heath reached down and slipped one of his fingers inside of his son's stretched hole, and slowly teased the inside of it. "I need easy access to this nice hole after all..."

***

Heath took a sip from his coffee cup, the words 'World's Best Dom Daddy' proudly facing out as the afternoon sun slowly cascaded through the windows. He sighed happily even as the man on the other end of the phone yelled into his ear.

"Oh? Where have I been? It's called a sick day fuck wad," the bear grumbled as he took another sip from the mug. It didn't have the spark to it that it did last night, but something about drinking out of it just made his heart soar. "Oh? Fire me? Really, then golly gee, I guess I would have to turn in my work computer to the rest of the accounting team, where I have a document outlining the money you embezzled to buy that shiny new boat you're so proud of." Heath grinned as silence fell on the other end, and a sudden more apologetic tone came across the line. "Oh yep, I think I'm going to be sick for about a week. And you're also going to find an email in your inbox describing why I deserve a raise, I suggest you take a really good look at it." He hung up the phone after that and he reached his hand down to rub between his son's ears. Heath smiled at his son as he watched that boy trying in vain to get every last inch of his daddy's dick into his younger muzzle, but he'd need some more practice before that happened. His muzzle felt amazing nonetheless.

"You know boy, I really think this was the best gift you could have gotten for me... or well, I suppose for the both of us." The older bear said as Dakota groaned with joy around his cock. The bear took another sip from his mug, and his face soured a bit. "Stand up boy, I need some more creamer for my coffee."

Dakota did as he was told, and the naked bear stood up as his hard cock bounced in front of him, he watched his dad reach out and start to stroke his cock as he held the mug under the tip. He shuddered with pleasure, and thought, Well, Dale really did know how to pick the right gift for someone who needed it. The younger bear groaned as his cock flexed as his rich sweet cream squirted into his dad's coffee...