Motel Dad
Warning the following story contains sexual acts and themes between two furry males. You must be 18 or 21, depending on your location, for you to read the story, if you are below the age requirement do not read any further. If you do not like any tags do not read.
Motel Dad Brian was glancing out the window of the car with an impassive gaze that could see through lead walls. His reflection revealed a bear with impressive blue eyes. Brian was 17, he was 16 two weeks ago, and he was in the middle of his junior year of high school. He had an average build, though he wished he was ripped. He only stood at six feet and one inch, which was a little short in the bruin family. Brian was staring at the window in a glazed, bored fashion because he was in the car with his dad.
His dad, Richard, was definitely a bear to look up to when it came to the body. He stood at the intimidating height of seven feet and eight inches. He had piercing green eyes that could melt a heart, just as quickly as he could fill a soul with fear. His dad had two tattoos, one on each of his upper arms, they were designs he liked, nothing more. He was ripped. He was a walking behemoth of muscle, though he was a bit pudgy at the gut. He was a dominant one, once he wanted something it would happen.
Brian was angry with his father and for good reasons. His father has missed his birthday and birthday party, which were on different days, so Brian saw it as him failing twice. The other reason was that his father had custody over him for spring break, as the divorce papers said, and his father had to go another state for a reason that Brian had ignored countless times. The fact was he was spending most of his spring break in a car, and knowing his father's cheapness, cheap motels and not his friends.
Brian had either ignored or brushed off most of his father's attempts at conversations and the ones he couldn't avoid, he gave short, cold answers to. Brian had gotten his message across and now his father was trying to get his son to interact with him, even a little.
His father decided to speak again, his deep voice almost booming out, vibrating the car that the two share. "Listen I am truly sorry for missing both of your big days. But I got you a present and wished you a belated birthday, that's the best I could do. Isn't that enough?"
Brian turned and gave his father a deep, menacing look and said in a apathetic tone, "The BEST you could of done was of have come to either my B-day or the party. I wouldn't care which you would have came to, I just needed to know that my dad was there. As for the present, which was one pack of magic cards, was a horrible gift. I collect baseball cards as I have tried telling you a hundred times and I'm not a materialistic person, so presents don't even mean that much to me"
There was a long pause between the two, Brian's father knew he was in the wrong. He knew he could storm off in anger and make his son say he had forgiven him, but he hated getting angry, though his job required him to sometimes, and it wouldn't be real forgiveness.
"The fact is" Brian began, "Ever since you got the job as a salesman-"
"Entrepreneur, I make a lot of money, salesman do not" Richard interjected.
"You're still selling merchandise to people", Brian countered, "Anyway, ever since you've gotten this job, I see you less and less. I miss my dad. I feel like I can't tell you about anything anymore. Like I lost a friend" Brian then turned away and looked out to the barren plains that dominated the inner-state.
Richard hated to admit it, but his son was right, his job had been a consuming a good part of his life... he had been disconnected from everyone. But he figured he had to start somewhere, "Well okay. You can tell me anything right now. I promise" Richard declared.
Brian's ears perked a little a that comment, "Anything?" He asked.
Richard got a little excited he was going to communicate with his son, "Yeah anything" he reassured.
"Well I'll start little then move up" Brian said and pondered. "Well mom is seeing some buffed up zebra she met at the gym"
"Oh I see" Richard commented, the divorce was still a small sting to him, even though he wanted it.
The conversation went on, Brian then decided to get heavier things off his chest, "I'm uh... renouncing my faith" Brain weakly got out.
Richard let out a big laugh that vibrated the entire car, "I did the same about two years ago" He reassured his son.
"That's a relief" Brian said.
Richard decided that if he wanted to tell his son the bad news, now would be the only time. "Son, I have a little bit of bad news about the motel that we'll be staying in tonight" Richard announced.
"This ought to be good" Brian thought to himself.
"I forgot my credit card back home and not carrying a lot of money on me, but I have to get to this next customer. I could only afford one room. And there is only one bed.
There was disturbingly long, uncomfortable silence that over took the car. All of the happiness that Brian had just gotten faded instantly, he was outraged now. "We're going to have to share a fucking bed!" Brian roared.
"You make it sound as though I like the ideal as well. It's just that I don't have enough money" Brian's father retorted.
"For a man who gives everything away for money, you don't seem to have enough" Brian threw at his father.
That one comment stopped Richard in his tracks. The more he thought about it, the more he realized his son was right. He had more than enough money to support him for the rest of his life, unless he mated again, but he could just work again. He had sacrificed so much time and memories for money that he no longer needed. Not to mention now that he had little fortune the least he could of gotten was a decent hotel room.
"I'm sorry" Richard finally mumbled.
Brian was now the one to be shocked, his father was dominating man who would never apologize, that was one reason his mother was glad of the divorce. His father had actually just humbled himself to earn some forgiveness.
"It's okay, it's just one night I guess, I'll live with it" Brian replied.
The rest of the drive was quiet and uneventful.
*Two hours later*
The sun was setting as Richard and Brian pulled into their motel. It wasn't one of those really shitty motels, but it wasn't one of the good ones.
As Brian entered the room who could immediately saw how small it was. As soon as you entered, to the right was the rack with a couple of hangers and to the the left was the bathroom. This motel's bathroom had the sink, the toilet and the shower all in one room. Past that was the bed with a crappy TV on top of a dresser whose cabinets you couldn't use. There was a nightstand next to the bed, it had an alarm clock and Brian would bet a million bucks that there was a bible in there... he was right. Lastly, in the corner of the room, was a lonely chair.
"It's not too bad" Brian said, he had seen worst. He flopped down on the bed, it wasn't good, but it wasn't bad. At least he would be able to sleep tonight. "I'll take the first shower" Brian said and went to take his shower.
At least the shower was normal, he had it steaming hot. As the water cascaded down his body he felt his muscles calm down and loosen up a little. He was a little tense because his father was huge bear and he didn't know how he and him would fit in that one bed. It may of been king size, but king size probably wouldn't be enough.
Brian walked out of the bathroom, only in his boxers and let his father know it was his turn. Brian then turned his attention to the bed, thankfully the bed came with two pillows, so he would have his own while sleeping. As he laid on the bed he thought about many things, once again they were about death, more specifically what happen after death. Brian was scared of death. Actually he was scared that it just ended, pure nothingness. Brian hoped that reincarnation existed, that why he would keep on living in some sort of way.
As Brian was lost in thought it occurred to him that his father had been in the shower for awhile and the shower wasn't running. Just as that thought crossed Brian's mind the bathroom door open and his father walked out, also only in boxers, and he looked a little frustrated.
"What's up with you?" Brian asked. As soon as he asked that, he smelled legions of his father's musk coming out of the bathroom.
"That" Richard replied referring to the smell , "I tried to "relieve" some "tension", but wasn't able to, it's been awhile you know. Almost two months without any release"
"Oh, sorry about that" Brian said, his father's smell was fading quickly, but the memory was clinged in Brian's nose. He took a quick peek at his father's crotch area to see if he had an erection. He did not, Brian was curious as to what his father carried downstairs, see how he compared to his old man.
"Oh well" Brian's father muttered, "We should try to get some sleep, big day tomorrow, and possibly a huge sale"
"What might you sell tomorrow?" Brian asked a bit curious.
"Well my next client might possibly want to buy a speedboat, for when he goes on vacation this summer, he's apparently an adrenaline junkie" Richard explained.
Brian nodded, wondering how his father would be able to keep up to beat with an adrenaline junkie, his dad seem so inactive.
"Remember to wake me up when the alarm clock wakes you up" Richard told Brian, he was a VERY heavy sleeper. Usually when Richard was alone he had to use a "screaming meany" or a blaring radio that turns on at a certain time.
After that they both wished each other a good night and headed for bed. It was a bit uncomfortable for both Richard and Brian, but Richard managed to fall asleep first. His snores soon filled the room and the snores actually vibrated the entire bed. Even with the earth shaking snores, Brian managed to fall asleep.
*Five hours later*
Brian awoke from his sleep abruptly, he had the dream where he had fallen a high distance, he always woke up before he hit the ground. He sat up and rubbed his head. He looked over to his father, who was still snoring away. Brian noticed that the blanket only covered the bottom of his father's tree trunk like legs and he, himself, had most of the blanket around him.
"That makes me feel a little guilty" Brian thought to himself as he got out of the bed. As his feet hit the ground he could still feel slight vibrations from his father's snoring, it tickled a little. "Geez" Brian thought, "You must do everything bigger huh?"
Brian went into the bathroom and relieved himself as he had planned. It was one of those uncomfortably long piss, the ones that lasted for about two minutes straight, Brian had drank allot before falling asleep. Brian washed his hands and exited the bathroom a little groggy and anxious for sleep.
Brian grabbed his plastic cup he had unwrapped earlier and went to the ice bucket his fatter had filled earlier. All the ice had melted and only water remained in the giant, square, and plastic box. He dipped his cup in the container and brought up a cup that was filled up to three quarters of the way. At least the water was still cold. It soothed Brian's dry and somewhat sore throat as the liquid trailed down the back of his throat.
Brian then decided to get back to the bed. He squeezed himself back onto the bed, his father snoring the entire time, and wrapped the blanket around himself. He almost fell back asleep when a familiar scent filled his nostrils, his father's musk. Brian sat up and looked over at his father... still asleep.
"The old bastard must be having a wet dream" Brian thought, "Makes sense hasn't done any ting erotic in two months, I'd be having wet dreams myself" Brian's eyes averted to his father's crotch area. The scent was quite heavy when it's directly from the source.
Brian's head then started having some conflicted thoughts. "He is a very heavy sleeper, he wouldn't wake up if anything happened. Also you've always wanted to see how you compared, what's the harm of a little peek?" Brian thought and asked himself. Eventually his thoughts won as he moved down in between his dad's legs, they were luckily sprawled out.
Brian shakily and tentatively reached out his hand. Very cautiously he looped his finger at the top of his father's boxer shorts. Then very slowly and holding his breath he moved the boxers down to his father's knees. The view was astonishing.
Brian's father had obviously been circumcised, because only a brown member hung out with a shaped head. The penis was barely hard and it already looked huge. Two ginormous balls laid below, heavy with ursine seed. The scent of his father's member was overpowering now. "He's not hard yet, I can't compare with a limp member" Brian thought to himself. Brian's nine inch member was already fully hard and giving a salute.
Brian reached out and tentatively poked his father's member. No reaction at all. "Okay just get in there and do it" Brian mentally told himself. Brian then reached over and began massaging the heavy balls. The member stiffen slightly and his father grunted in glee in his sleep. Brian was so nervous, yet so aroused. His hand then traveled upward to the main prize. His hand then slowly rubbed up his father smooth member. His father growled in his sleep a little.
Brian then started massaging the member to full erectness, he was enjoying the feeling of having the very tool that had made him in his hands. A little pre-cum formed at the tip of his father's member. Brian took that drop on his finger and then rubbed it underneath the head of his father's member.
"Ah you're good at this" Richard mumbled in his sleep. Brian was now practically breathing in his father's musk as his dad had reached full erectness. The member was long and pretty thick too, it was obvious to Brian who was bigger now. His father's member was about twelve to thirteen inches long and his hand could not longer wrap around the entire member.
"Well now you know who's bigger" Brian thought to himself. He should of stop there, went back to sleep and call it a night. But he didn't, instead his brain and lust filled body made him go further. Brian then leaned his head further and gave the tip a lick. Brian's father's body twitched at that, but still didn't awake. The taste was euphoria for Brian, he wanted more.
Brian took in a deep breath and took the fat tip into his mouth. He gave the tip a few licks and his father stop snoring. Brian froze in horror, god only knows what his father would do if he saw him like this. He was relieved when his father continued snoring again. "Now to get back to work" Brian thought as he devoured more of the member into his mouth. He couldn't take in much more do to his father's cock being so thick. He was only able to get about four inches of the fat member into his mouth. But he bobbed his head up and down on the little he could fit, he suckled while doing so, doing the best blow job he could.
His father during the whole ordeal would only stir slightly and sometime thrust instinctively, which would earn a gag from Brian. Brian was now getting a few more inches of his father's monstrous member into his mouth, only about six or seven inches. "Damn!" Brian thought, "My mouth feels like it's about to rip, like I can't take anymore, and I only have have half of his member in", his father must of been a horse in a past life.
Brian's father, in his sleep, reached out and pushed Brian's head down while thrusting and held him there. Brian was now forcibly taking nine inches of his father plump dick, he breathed through his nose deeply. "That's a good bitch" Richard mumbled in his sleep and removed his hand. Brian pulled his head off, while doing little circles with his finger on his father's member's head, he was taking in huge gallops of airs.
Brian decided to go a different direction. He took a firm grasp of his father's penis and begin licking the underside of it. Brian enjoyed every long delicious lick he gave to the member. The scent of his father's sex was now blinding Brian with lust as he was becoming nothing more that a cock slut for the huge member in front of him.
Brian then stuck the tip of the monster in his mouth. While giving the head circles and laps with his tongue, he jerked off the rest of the huge member. Brian in a stupor of lust was fulfilling this naughty deed with a valor. He licked the trails of pre-cum that were oozing out like a river happily. He was enjoying the taste, so delicious, so masculine.
Brian then decided it was time for the ultimate test, to devoured the entire member, he now had enough lust to drive him that far. He steadied himself on his father's legs. He took a deep breath of air and went down on the titan of his father's cock. He instantly devoured up to nine inches of the thick ursine meat. He lapped hungrily with his tongue as he devoured that much of the member. Then he allowed his throat pipe to open more and started engulfing the last mighty inches of his father's fat member.
Brian was in pure bliss as more of his father's delicious pre-cum met his tongue. Then it finally happened. With a small growl from his father, Brian engulfed the last inches of his father's ginormous cock. His nose was buried deep within Richard's pubes, pure male was the scent there. Brian was enjoying himself, but he knew it was about to end. His father's cock was pulsing more frequently and his snoring became more rapid. "Getting close my little slut" Richard mumbled in his slumber
Brian bobbed his head in a feverish manner, while sucking his worth of his dad's cock. He was so close now. As Brian pulled back up to the head of the member, his father let off a little roar and let his seed erupt.
Brian was now having his muzzle filled with the very seed that had created him. He thought about just spitting it out, but he realized that would leave semen stains on the bed and his father's crotch and tons of his sexual scent. The last thing he needed was for his father to be suspicious. So he began to swallow the ropes of cum blasting out of his father's monster. Brian's father, in his sleep, once again reached out and slammed his son's head down onto his raging member.
The cum was now shooting directly down Brian's throat and straight into his stomach. He tried to pull himself up and taste some more of that sweet cum, but the hand on top of his head wasn't going to budge.
"Enjoying my mighty seed you little whore?" Richard asked in his sleep again. Soon after his orgasm subsided and his hand released it's grip. Brian slurped hard on his member and teased the head with his tongue, milking out what little cum was left in his giant sac. Afterward Brian removed his lips from his father's plump dick as it softened once again.
Brian rushed to the bathroom as he began to "relieve" some "tension"
*Fifteen minutes later*
Brian walked out of the bathroom, enjoying his afterglow, and flushing down the evidence of his own deed down the toilet. And began to walk towards the bed. He saw that he had left his father's boxers down and his fat cock just hanging out. Brian knew that he would probably never be able to do anything like THAT again. He quickly gave the beautiful member a lick and pulled up the boxers. He got back into the bed and let sleep conquer him.
*Meanwhile in the lobby*
The tiger tapped his foot impatiently. "Twenty four hour service, with a smile my ass" He shouted in his brain.
"Sorry" a flushed chipmunk said as he approached the front desk, he looked a little uninterested though, "What do you need Mr. uuh" the chipmunk began asking while frantically searching his clipboard of the current tenants, "Mr. Siberia?" The chipmunk finshed asking.
"Listen" Siberia said with a somewhat monotonic mood, "I didn't care that where was no dinner tonight, I ordered out. I didn't care when that fat hippo chick pretended to drown so I would give her mouth to mouth restoration. I didn't care that my sheets were stained in semen and blood, I let the room service attendant clean it. But what I have find is not only unacceptable, but also pretty fucked up" Siberia commented not caring for his tongue, considering how tired he was.
The attendant rolled his eyes at Siberia's comment and replied, "Sir, I get a lot of complaints for a lot of disturbing things. So what is this "horrible" find you have found?"
Siberia's mouth gawked a little at the attendant's tone, if he wasn't so tired he would probably kick his little snobby ass, "There's some dead guy in my bathroom" Siberia bluntly stated, "And it is not pretty, whoever murdered him was brutal considering all the blood on the walls and how the knife was still stuck in his head"
"Your room?" The chipmunk asked a little surprised and checking his little clipboard again. "Mr. Ticker. He and his wife come here, very wealthy gentleman, his wife checked out for both of them yesterday..." The attendant somewhat mused over this, "Ah!" he exclaimed with a bit of a smile, "His wife must of married him for his money, brought him to a desolate motel, killed him for the inheritance, and left before she could be found out" the chipmunk said with a bit of a laugh, "This happens all the time sir, we'll get that cleaned up right away"
Siberia stared at the psychotic chipmunk in shock, "All the time?" Siberia asked himself in thought. "What fucking motel from hell have I walked into!?" Siberia shouted at no one in particular.