A Father’s Kiss

Several days passed since the night that had left Loren feeling both confused and intrigued. Whenever he had a moment of quiet, his thoughts inevitably drifted back to the memories of his father tucking him into bed and exposing both of their most private parts. As the new school year began, Loren found himself easily distracted by the lingering thoughts of that night, despite enjoying the time spent with his friends again.

Of course, the idea of starting middle school next year was still a daunting prospect and his teacher reminded his class daily, but it paled in comparison to the strange musings that kept flitting through his young mind. Even as he went about his daily routine, images of his father handling his adult member would flash before his eyes, making him question what it all meant.

Though he had seen his father naked on occasion in the past, there was something different about that night. Their previous moments of shared nudity had been innocent and quick showers together when Loren was just a small cub, squeaky clean and scrubbed free of dirt. But now, as he grew older, the sight of his father's hard wiener seemed to hold a new, almost forbidden allure.

Loren couldn't help but feel a flush of warmth every time he thought about that night, his fur prickling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. As much as he tried to push the memories away, they kept creeping back, like the vines of ivy that seemed to take over the park at the end of summer, determinedly seeking purchase in his mind.

Determined to recreate the events of that fateful night, Loren began devising new strategies at home. He tried to duplicate sleeping at his desk again, but just ended up laying there until midnight without success. Disappointed by his failed attempt to replicate the "falling asleep" scenario, he decided to take a more brazen approach. 

Every morning, he would appear at the breakfast table wearing only his briefs, hoping to pique his father's interest and perhaps even get a response similar to that night. He even took it a step further and barged into the bathroom while his father was showering, claiming to have an urgent need to pee. However, once he was standing in front of the toilet bowl, he couldn't seem to make anything happen, which only added to his embarrassment.

His father just reminded him not to flush when he was done, completely oblivious to the true reason behind Loren's sudden intrusion.

Amidst all these attempts, Loren couldn't shake the memory of that strange taste lingering on his tongue that night from his mind. Every time he thought about it, his young wiener would stiffen in response, much like he had seen his father's do that night. His friends at school liked to joke about their “boners” and described their sizes as enormous, but Loren secretly wondered if any could match up to his dad's.

Filled with anticipation, Loren devised a new plan; one that involved spending quality time together, just like they used to when his mother was still around. He asked his father to take Saturday off from work so they could visit the park together, like old times. To his delight, his father agreed, arranging for part-timers to cover shifts at the store. Although, of course he would close up the shop himself.

The weekend felt like an eternity away, and Loren found himself counting the minutes, driven by a mixture of excitement and intrigue over what might transpire when he and his dad spent the day together, just the two of them again.
Loren went to bed early Friday night. His pajama pants were snug around his waist, having recently become too small for his growing body. His wiener, free from the confines of underwear, pressed eagerly against the soft cotton material. He hopped excitedly into bed, hoping that something interesting might happen tonight now that his dad had finished all the work downstairs.

He lay there for a while, noticing how his dick (that’s what all his friends call theirs) was making a funny little tent in his pjs. But once again, his father only peeked into his room, whispered a goodnight, and then retired to his own bedroom. Disappointed and yearning for more, Loren knew that he had to take matters into his own hands.

With a mixture of determination and nervousness, he rose, crossed the hallway, and knocked on his father's door. Taking a deep breath, he entered the dimly lit room, where he found his dad in bed, engrossed in the soft glow of his phone. In the dim light, his father looked even more handsome than usual, and Loren felt a flutter of anticipation in his chest.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?" His voice trembled slightly, losing the confidence he had tried to muster on the way over.

His father glanced up from his phone, a warm smile on his face, and Loren felt his heart skip a beat. "Of course, Lorey," his father said, using the nickname he hadn't used in a while. "You can ask me anything. Come have a seat and ask away." He patted the bedspread next to him, inviting his son to sit down.

Loren approached the bed, his young cubhood straining against the tight fabric of his pajamas, as he fought to find the courage to talk to his dad about what was really on his mind. But he just couldn’t bring himself to say what he really wanted: that he wanted to see his daddy naked again and that he wanted to taste that salty pee again. 

Loren hesitated, his heart pounding as he tried to find the words to express what he truly wanted. Instead, he settled for a safer, if still personal, question that had been on his mind. "All my friends are talking about how their wieners are getting big and hard all the time. But I'm worried I'm still just small," he said, fidgeting nervously as he spoke. "Am I small... down there?"

His dad placed his phone on the nightstand and gave Loren a reassuring pat on the back. "I'm sure you are just right, baby boy," he said softly. "Everyone is a bit different... um, down there. And boys always claim to be bigger than they really are."

"But how do I know? How do I know if I'm too small?" Loren pressed, trying to convey the worry that had been gnawing at him.

His dad looked into his eyes and said, "Trust me, Lorey. You are a good size for your age. Bigger than I was when I was nine." Loren felt a surge of pride at hearing that, and the nickname his dad had used just reinforced his sense of being cherished.

Loren saw an opportunity to delve deeper and asked, "Really? So, I will be as big as you are?" He searched his dad's face, looking for any sign of reassurance, and what he saw made his heart race. There was something in his father's expression, a look that made Loren feel like there was more that his dad wanted to say, or even do.

His father's eyes softened as he replied, "I'm sure of it. You'll grow up to be a strong, handsome boy." The words filled Loren with a warm glow of pride, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to live up to his dad's expectations.

Impulsively, he blurted out, "Can I see yours?" And when he saw the flash of worry cross his father's face, he quickly added, "So I can see how big I'll get?"

His dad sighed, his brow furrowed with concern. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"But, Daddy," Loren pleaded, hearing the whine in his own voice. "You saw my wiener the other night when you took off my clothes. I've seen it before in the shower."

"That's different, buddy," his father explained, glancing downwards towards where his own manhood lay beneath the blanket. "That was the shower, and I'm kind of...," his voice faded as he searched for the right words to say.

Loren felt a surge of courage and excitement as he reached out and pressed his paw against the bedspread, feeling the firm cylindrical shape beneath the covers. His suspicions were confirmed. "Hard?" he asked softly, his paw trembling slightly on the bed.

His dad hesitated, looking torn between caution and something else. "Lorey. You shouldn't," he began, but did not move to remove Loren's paw from its place on the bed.

Loren ached to reach under the blanket to truly feel his dad's manhood in his hand. But as he sat on the edge of the bedspread, he knew he couldn't reach it. So, he turned his hips towards his father so that the tent in his tight pajamas would be clearly visible. He hoped that this would show his dad just how much he needed his guidance and reassurance.

Pulse racing, Loren took his dad's hand in the dim moonlight and guided it to rest on his straining dick. "See. It's so little compared to yours." His dad's look of concern softened as his fingers wrapped around Loren's fabric-covered shaft, the warmth of his touch hitting Loren like a wave.

"It feels pretty big to me for your age. Bigger than I remember seeing it," his dad said, a deep, husky undertone to his voice. "You're growing up so quickly."

Loren turned fully, bringing both knees to rest on the bed, his body trembling with excitement. As he felt his father's hand withdraw from his cubhood, Loren used his free hand to push down the elastic band of his pants, exposing his young, erect penis. "You think so. I measured it the other day. It's only three inches." His cheeks flushed, feeling a little embarrassed by his own words.

His dad's hand paused and then moved to gently cup Loren's testicles and shaft, the warmth of his palm wrapping around the sensitive skin. The size of his father's hand made Loren feel even smaller in comparison, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and arousal at the same time. "Well, three and a half if I pushed the ruler into my tummy a bit," he admitted, his voice just barely above a whisper.

"Very impressive, Lorey." His dad's words sent a thrill through Loren's young body. The older rabbit continued to gently stroke Loren's erect penis, and he could feel the hardness beneath the blanket flex with excitement.

Feeling emboldened, Loren pressed on. "Now, can I see yours, Daddy?" The excitement in his voice was palpable, and he could hardly keep still on the bed.

His dad's eyes flashed in the moonlight, reflecting a mix of desire and apprehension. "Just this once, baby boy," he relented, and Loren's heart soared.

His father pulled back the covers to reveal his fully naked form underneath. Loren gasped at the sight of his father's manhood. It was long and thick, with a reddish hue that seemed to pulse with life. The head of the shaft peeked out from beneath the foreskin, and Loren could see the veins running along its length, giving it an almost lifelike quality.

"It's so big," Loren whispered, unable to tear his eyes away. His own erection throbbed at the sight, and he felt a delicious shiver run down his spine. It was hard to believe that his own small penis would one day grow to be as impressive as his father's. It was more than double his own size.

With a mix of fear and excitement, Loren reached out and wrapped his paw around the girth of his dad's member. It felt hot and throbbing, and Loren could feel the beat of his father's pulse thrumming through the shaft. It seemed even larger now that he held it in his hand, and he couldn't help but marvel at the size difference between the two of them.

"So much bigger than mine," he breathed, stroking his dad's shaft gently with awe and admiration. Loren began to stroke his dad's shaft with more confidence, hoping to recreate the pleasurable sensations that he had seen his father experience that fateful night. He wanted to bring his dad to that same moment of ecstasy, so that he might witness that special, euphoric release once more.

His dad touched Loren's own young member, sandwiching it between his palm and the young bunny's stomach, making Loren gasp with delight. There was something about their simultaneous touch that made the experience feel even more intimate and exciting.

"Size isn't everything, Lorey," his dad reassured him, rubbing Loren's hardness with tenderness. "Do you play with it at night, after I've said goodnight?"

Loren's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but there was no hiding the truth. He had touched himself several times since that night, pinching and rubbing his sensitive flesh, although he had never fully uncovered the head like he his dad was nearly doing now. The feeling was new and exciting, but not quite as intense as the sensations he was experiencing at this moment.

"Yes," he admitted, feeling his face grow even hotter. "I do."

His father smiled knowingly, and Loren realized that his blush had indeed been visible through his fur. "What do you think of when you touch yourself, baby?" his father asked, his voice warm and genuine.

Loren hesitated, unsure how to answer. His thoughts often turned to the very image before him, fantasizing about what it would feel like to be in this very position, touching and exploring with his dad. "I think about being close to you, Daddy," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper.

Loren's daddy grunted softly, causing the young cub to jump in surprise. Instinctively, Loren pulled back his dad's foreskin, fully exposing the reddish, bulbous head of his father's member. A tiny bead of clear fluid emerged from the tip and slowly slid down the inflamed shaft, coming to rest on Loren's paw.

Eager to change the subject away from his own private moments, Loren seized the opportunity to ask about the new fluid he observed. "What's that stuff, Daddy?" he asked, intrigued by the sight but also trying to hide his familiarity with his father's emissions.

"That's my precum, Lorey. Daddies make it when their boys are making them feel really good," his father explained tenderly. "If you keep making Daddy feel good, I'll make some real cum soon."

Loren's heart raced with excitement at the thought of witnessing his father's climax once more. He wanted to taste that essence again, to feel that connection with his dad that he had experienced before. Trying to play the role of the innocent cub, he asked, "What's cum?"

His father paused, considering how to explain it to his young son. "Cum is like a special milk that grown-ups make. It's what makes babies when a daddy shares it with a mommy... My cum is what made you, sweet boy."

Loren stared at his father's exposed head, still glistening with precum, and imagined the taste of the white cum that had coated his belly that night. He wanted more of it, wanted to savor it and experience that rush of excitement once again.

"If it's milk, is it okay to drink?" he asked, feeling a bit more reassured by the idea that tasting it that night was alright if it was akin to milk. But then a new question popped into his mind. "But I won't have a baby if I drink it, will I?"

His daddy groaned, and Loren could feel the tension in his father's body. "Oh, god. You want to drink my milk, baby?" More of the viscous fluid oozed out, coating Loren's paw with its slick warmth. "It won't make you have a baby to drink it," his father reassured him.

But Loren was focused on his newfound discovery and barely registered the latter part of his dad's explanation. His thoughts were consumed by the desire to taste the sweet nectar of his father's essence. Before his daddy could object, Loren leaned forward and tentatively lapped at the glistening wet head of his daddy's member.

The taste was even better than the cum he had sampled before. It was almost sweet and less salty. Both bunnies moaned in unison, each experiencing their own unique pleasure.

"Fuck, Lorey. I wasn't expecting that. You don't have to," his daddy protested, even as he pushed his hips forward, silently urging Loren to continue.

"You said a naughty word, Daddy," Loren pointed out, his voice thick with excitement and curiosity.

"Sorry, buddy," his daddy apologized, even as more precum flowed out of his member. "You can lick it again if you want."

Loren didn't hesitate for a moment. He turned his body for better access and leaned in to lap at his daddy's tender head once more. In doing so, he inadvertently positioned his rear towards his father, not noticing how exposed and vulnerable he was in that moment. His focus was solely on obtaining more of the delicious, sweet liquid.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Loren parted his lips and took the bulbous head of his dad's hard shaft into his warm mouth. The taste of precum was even stronger now, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan of satisfaction as he worked to get every last drop.

His daddy groaned and encouraged him, "That's it, Lorey. Get all of Daddy's precum." Loren felt his cotton tail wagging with excitement, and then suddenly, he felt his daddy's big paw rest on his backside, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The unexpected touch on his tail hole made Loren jump slightly, and as he did, another inch of his daddy's hard member slipped into his mouth. The sensation of his father's finger pressing against the forbidden area ignited a new kind of heat within him, and he found himself not wanting the moment to end.

"Suck Daddy's cock like a good boy," his daddy encouraged in a husky whisper.

Loren had not considered actively sucking before, but now he applied himself, drawing on the shaft with enthusiasm, earning a deep moan from his father and another flex of the impressive member in his mouth.

"I'm gonna squirt, son. Don't stop." His daddy was breathing hard now, his words coming in short gasps. "Swallow all my cum, Lorey."

Loren felt a rush of excitement at the thought of tasting his daddy's seed, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting nothing more than to please his father and receive the precious gift of his essence. He took in almost half of the adult bunny cock, pushing himself to his limits and devouring the delicious, masculine taste.

His daddy's digit pressed a little harder against his hole, urging him forward, and Loren found himself taking in even more of the magnificent shaft. He was eager for the promised reward as he felt the telltale flex of his father's erection signaling the imminent release.

With a grunt and a shudder, his daddy's wiener began to pulse, sending spurts of the savory, thick milk directly into Loren's willing mouth. It was everything he had hoped for and more: flavorful, nourishing, and plentiful. Loren struggled to swallow the copious amounts of cum, gulping it down as fast as he could, but as soon as one mouthful slid down his throat, another surged in to take its place.

"You're my good boy," Loren's daddy praised through gritted teeth. He was thrusting slowly into Loren’s mouth as the flow of delicious daddy milk started to wane.

"You're my good boy," Loren's daddy praised through gritted teeth as he continued to thrust slowly, the flow of delicious daddy milk beginning to wane. Loren whimpered, wanting more despite knowing he should be content with the precious gift he had received.

As his daddy's member began to deflate, Loren let it slip from his lips, moving to rest his head against the larger bunny's belly. They both panted, trying to catch their breaths as they basked in the afterglow of their shared moment.

Loren broke the silence, voicing his sincere gratitude. "Thank you, Daddy, for teaching me and for giving me your milk."

Loren's daddy smiled, softly caressing his son's cheek. "No, thank you, son. That was amazing. Now let me give you a gift in return."

Before Loren could even respond, he felt his hips being gripped by strong paws and was gently pulled backward a short distance. Then, he experienced an unfamiliar sensation: a warm, wet touch against his tailhole. The feeling was both alien and exhilarating, sending waves of pleasure throughout his young body.

At first, he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening, but as the realization dawned on him, he understood that his daddy was licking his most private area. This mix of pleasure and naughtiness drove Loren wild, making it difficult to control his breathing and stay still.

His body trembled with each pass of his daddy's tongue, and just when he thought he couldn't handle any more, his whole being shuddered, making the sensation ebb and flow like a tide. The waves of delight continued to wash over him, each one higher and more exhilarating than the last.

"Daddy," Loren gasped, still stunned by the sensations he was experiencing. "You're licking my butt." He knew he was stating the obvious, but the surprise of the situation made it difficult to find the right words. "Don't stop. Don't stop. It feels so good."

He thought he heard a muffled chuckle, but his focus was on the overwhelming feelings surging through his body. All he could do was grip his daddy's strong thighs and hold on as the waves of pleasure continued to roll over him.

As the sensations grew more intense, Loren felt a pulsing in his boner and a pressure building up at its base. It felt like he needed to pee, but he couldn't bring himself to ask his daddy to stop. The frightening yet exhilarating feeling continued to build, and he felt like he would explode.

"Something's happening, Daddy. I feel weird." His voice was faint, but full of emotion as he felt the heat rising within him, threatening to consume him whole.

And then, like a tidal wave, the feeling crashed over him, and he cried out, "Daddy! Daddy!" His body shook with convulsions, and he lost control of his limbs, thrashing about wildly. Loren felt his tailhole clamping down around the invading tongue as the pulsing in his wiener reached its peak.

Had it not been for his daddy's strong paws holding his hips, Loren surely would have collapsed from the intensity of the experience. It seemed to go on forever, until finally, it subsided, leaving him feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.

Sometime during the ordeal, he had been turned around, so that he now rested against his father's chest, their mutual breaths slowly returning to normal.

"I take it you liked that," the larger rabbit beamed down at him, his eyes filled with love and warmth. Loren, still reeling from the experience, could only nod weakly in response, his words lost in the whirlwind of emotions.

His small paw reached up to touch his handsome father's cheek, feeling the soft fur and the warmth beneath it. Overwhelmed by affection and gratitude, Loren felt an irresistible urge to show his father just how much he loved and appreciated him.

Inching himself forward, he gazed into his daddy's green eyes, his own full of adoration and innocence, and pressed his lips against his father's in a tender kiss. It was meant to be only a fleeting touch, but in his exhaustion, Loren found himself lingering, savoring the connection between them.

His father, sensing the emotion behind the gesture, returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their lips pressed together more firmly, and his daddy's larger tongue darted out to touch Loren's lips. Obediently, Loren parted his lips, allowing the strong, masculine tongue to enter his mouth and explore the soft recesses within.

As they kissed, Loren realized that this was how adults expressed their love – with deep, passionate, and intimate embraces. His heart soared with the knowledge that this was the kind of kiss he would always share with his daddy, forging an even stronger bond between them.