I smiled broadly as I stepped through my front door. Dad’s apartment had a homey feel to it, with thick wooden floors covered by several shag carpets. The wafting AC also provided a welcome relief from the heat outside. Smallhill Elementary only allowed a small handful of half-days per year, and I was ecstatic to be home by noon. I set my backpack down next to the door and pulled off my sweaty t-shirt, letting my thick ursine fur air out.
	I’d spent most of last night playing Legend of Conquest, a new game that dad had bought me last week. I was ready to sink the rest of my mini-vacation into it. Already daydreaming about how I wanted to level up my character, I walked into the living room to turn on my console. I did not expect to find dad, naked on the couch.
	The big black bear was laying on his back, with his pants and boxers around his ankles and a bewildered expression on his face. Just below his large belly, his hands were wrapped tightly around his penis. I’d seen it before, of course, but this was different. My breath hitched as my eyes traveled up his shaft. It was much longer and thicker than I’d ever seen it. So much so that one of his paws would barely wrap all the way around. Not only was he hard, but there was a wet and shiny sheen covering his penis and his hands. Was that normal? I watched it twitch as dad reached for a blanket to cover himself.
	“H-hey Sam! What are you doing home, bud?” Dad’s face was flushing red, and he wouldn’t meet my eyes, instead looking pointedly off to the left. His voice was thick and husky, like he was out of breath.
	“It’s a half day at school dad, remember?” The surprise on his face told me clearly that he didn’t. I felt a little bad, wondering if I’d forgotten to tell him. I’d walked in on him in the middle of something private, too. Hopefully he wasn’t upset. “It’s okay.” I said, trying to play it cool and make him feel better. “You were just, er, masturbating, right?” The word felt awkward on my tongue. Dad had already given me the talk about private parts, and what puberty would be like in a few years.
	Dad sighed. “Yeah, bud, I was. Sorry about that. I must’ve forgotten you’d be home early, and I should’ve picked somewhere a little more private. You shouldn’t have had to see that.”
	“Nah, I’m not bothered.” I moved forward and sat beside dad on the couch, my eyes trailing along the blanket on his lap. He was still hard, and was leaving a very visible lump in the fabric. “You told me that it’s a totally normal thing that most boys do, and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about it, right? So it should be the same for you. No big deal.”
	Dad chuckled, seeming a bit more relaxed, and he put an arm around my shoulders. “I guess you’re right, Sam.” His claws gently scratched my upper back, and I leaned against him, enjoying the coarse feeling of his fur. “Nothing we both haven’t done before. No hard feelings. We should probably stick to our own rooms in the future though, deal?”
	“Um,” I said, flushing a little myself. “I… kind of haven’t, actually.”
	“Oh.” Dad looked a little surprised, but kept his tone gentle. “Well that’s okay too. Not wanting to do it is also totally normal.”
	“I did want to!” I blurted out louder than I’d intended. “I just… wasn’t really sure how, and I don’t think I did it right.”
	Dad had briefly talked about how I could touch my penis to make myself feel good, when he’d given me the talk. I’d never really understood exactly what I was supposed to do, though. The few times I’d tried, I’d only managed to awkwardly fondle myself without any kind of rhythm or payoff. It felt kind of good, but not like I thought it was supposed to. Certainly not like dad had been doing. I looked up at him hopefully. “Maybe, since you’re already doing it, you could, uh, teach me?”
	Dad looked carefully at me for a few seconds, his brow furrowed the way it did when he was thinking really hard.  I shuffled closer to him, leaning into his side. This pushed his leg inward, putting some pressure on his rudely-interrupted crotch. He let out a shaky breath at the sensation. “Please?” I begged. I wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing, insisting like this, but I had this weird, tight feeling in my chest edging me forward. Not only did I want to finally feel how this touching was supposed to feel, but I also wanted to see more of dad, for a reason I couldn’t really explain.
	“Sure Sam. You know you can come to me about anything.” His speech and movements were slow and gentle, but deliberate. “Um, You’ll need to get at least one of your hands down there. You can keep your shorts on if you want to, and just reach into your waistband.”
	Oh, not a chance. I quickly shimmied out of my shorts and dropped them to the living room floor, leaving me in just my briefs. It was an older pair, red and white with pictures of a cartoon fox I’d liked when I was younger. They were a little tight now, as I was starting to outgrow them. With a little more difficulty, I slid them off as well, and sat back down on the couch. 
	My penis was a little bigger than usual, but not fully erect, and not much to look at yet.  Just underneath it, my little black sheath was tightly nestled. “Okay, now what?” I said, looking up at dad. I turned myself toward him and spread my legs apart, making sure that he had a good look at what I was doing.
	“Well, to start off, use just your index finger and your thumb to grab your penis. Use those to gently rub up and down your shaft, the part below the head.”
	I did so with trembling and inexperienced hands, feeling like I was playing with a hot dog. As I moved my paw back and forth, my penis flopped gently up and down. It felt kind of weird, but not really a good weird. It wasn’t that different from washing myself in the bath. It probably didn’t help that I was still distracted by the blanket on dad’s lap. “I’m not sure I’m doing it right,” I said, reaching for the blanket on his lap. “Could you show me?”
	Dad didn’t object, his eyes had been locked on my groin as soon as I’d started. Not getting any pushback, I pulled the blanket off of him and tossed it aside. My breath caught as I got a much closer look at dad’s penis. It hadn’t gotten any softer in the past few minutes, and seemed even larger now that I had a closer look. I felt my own stiffen up, as the rubbing I’d been doing seemed to finally start working. Dad smiled at me, the lingering tension in his frame melting away before my advances. Reaching a paw down, he began slowly rubbing himself. 
	Dad’s fingers glided along his length with much more ease than I was managing. I was almost jealous of how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. I adjusted my own grip, feeling a bit better now as I tried to match his motions. Dad leaned back and let out a low growl, still watching me intently with a goofy grin on his face. A bead of clear liquid seeped out of his tip, dropping onto the fabric of the couch. “What’s that shiny stuff, anyway?” I asked. “Is that semen?”
	Dad blinked, slowing his rhythm as he looked back up to my face. “Oh? No, it’s called precum, or just pre. You’ll start making it as you get older. It comes out when you’re erect, and makes touching yourself easier. Semen is white, doesn’t come out until you have an orgasm.”
	“It makes it easier?” I raised an eyebrow. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t doing it right. “Could you maybe...” I took my paw away, showing my erect boyhood to him. “Could you rub me with some of yours?”
	Dad’s eyes rapidly flickered between my face and between my legs. His penis twitched strongly in his hands again, releasing another glob of pre, which he caught on one of his fingers. “You sure bud?” I nodded eagerly, spreading my legs a little wider. “Okay.” he said as he reached toward me. “Just let me know if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll stop any time you want.”
	Dad’s touch was like jumping into a pool of cold water on a hot day. His fingers gripped me more solidly than mine had, and the pre let him glide smoothly back and forth in a way that felt incredible. Finally, this was how it was supposed to feel! He squeezed gently when his fingers reached the end of my small shaft, stimulating the very bottom of my glans. My whole body twitched with a bolt of pleasure, better than anything I’d ever felt.
	“Ah!” I yelped, unable to contain how much the feeling surprised me. Dad started to pull away, a look of concern on his face at my outburst. I quickly reached out and grabbed his retracting paw, pulling it close to me. “That was awesome! I loved that!” I gently squeezed his paw and looked up at him, trying to convey how grateful I was for his touch. “Can you keep going? I really want to feel more of that.” 
	Dad’s look of fear quickly passed, and he let out a relieved sigh. “Sure, bud. C’mere.” He gestured to his lap, beckoning me to move closer. I crawled over and straddled one of his legs, leaning my back into the fur of his stomach and chest. My leg brushed gently against his manhood, which he was stroking with one paw as he reached with the other to touch mine.
	I sank bank into the furry texture of dad’s stomach and chest. I still felt a little warm, probably lingering from the heat outside, but his body’s warmth still felt nice against my skin. His chest rose and fell against me as he took deep, steady breaths. There was a pleasant, rising pressure just below my stomach as he kept stroking me. I shivered every few seconds as my penis gave off little jolts of pleasure, running through my body. “You doing okay, buddy?” he asked as I gave off a soft, happy whine.
	“Y-yeah.” I replied, breathing heavily. I’d been staring longingly at his crotch as he stroked both of us in unison. “It’s nice, but it’s different from what you were doing when I walked in, right?”
	“Right.” He said, slowing to a stop. I missed the feeling almost immediately. I involuntarily lifted my hips, rubbing myself against his paw in an unspoken request for more. “Once you’ve gotten started, you’d usually wrap your entire paw around your penis, rubbing the whole thing back and forth, focusing on the head. That’s what I was doing. You think you’re ready to try that?”
	I nodded eagerly, anxious for him to start moving again. “Please, that sounds great!” I was mesmerized as he caught another fresh drop of pre from his tip, and wiped it gently along mine. It was a gentle but pleasant feeling that reminded me of how he’d wash my fur in the bath when I was younger. Once I was suitably coated, he began to grip and stroke both of us in earnest.
	My mind went totally blank at the new sensation. The pleasure my groin was giving me was so much stronger now, it was almost too much. Dad’s paw was squeezing and caressing me in a practiced and confident way, sending burst of pleasure into my body like an earthquake. The motions were likewise repeated on his own member, as dad’s other paw pumped himself up and down in long, steady strokes. 
	Watching him pleasure himself, my mind drifted back to his original session, the one I’d walked in on. I wondered how often dad did this when he was home alone, and what he’d been thinking about when he’d had both hands wrapped around himself. I hoped that he was still able to enjoy this, and was feeling the same wonderful sensations that I was right now. “T-Thanks dad. This is r-really great.”
	“You’re welcome Sam. Glad you like it.” He huffed in response. We were both panting pretty heavily now. “You’re doing great buddy.”
	It didn’t feel like I was the one who was doing the work, but my heart warmed a bit knowing that I wasn’t a bother. I gladly let the feeling build and build as I watched him masturbate the both of us. His movements on his own genitals were slowing to a crawl, gently massaging his throbbing tip. That was a shame, I’d really liked watching it. That paw that was rubbing me, however, was as steady as ever, and the waves of  pleasure were hitting me more and more frequently. The pressure building in my lower body was becoming so strong that I couldn’t pay attention to anything else.
	“D-dad? It kinda feels like I have to pee. Does that mean I’m g-Aaahhh...” My question was cut off by a moan that I wasn’t able to hold back. I wondered if this was what an orgasm felt like. The waves were almost constant now, and it felt like my entire body was on the verge of popping.
	“Y-yeah, you’re gonna cum.” Dad said, as he started rubbing himself again and stroked the both of us with increasing urgency. “That’s great. Just relax and let it happen. Cum for daddy, Sam.”
	Cum? I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but I wasn’t in a position to argue. The pressure in my crotch was pressing against needily against me. My muscles were trembling uncontrollably, and my skin tingled like a living thing. I instinctively pushed my hips forward and my shoulders back, humping against dad’s paw. I desperately grabbed and clung tight to his arm. I could feel every tiny sensation of his fur against mine like a million tiny stars dancing across my body. I pressed myself into him as hard as I possibly could, and he tightly hugged me back. “Ah! D-Daddy! Ah! Ah! AH!”
	I was so overcome with my oncoming climax, that I almost missed it when dad’s manhood let out a torrent of white liquid. He growled loudly as his penis swelled and twitched in a way that fascinated me, letting out spurt after spurt of that thick white stuff. The first splashed across his belly and my chest, with the second landing solidly onto my face and muzzle. Something about the feeling, the texture, and the scent of it finally sent me over the edge. 
	My frantic humping reached a fever pitch, and the pressure wave inside me finally broke. I wordlessly cried out as my whole body spasmed, with a rush of the strongest pleasure I’d ever felt radiating out from my crotch and washing over me like a hurricane. The intensity erupted out of my body through the tip of my boyhood, leaving as a few spurts of clear, sticky liquid onto dad’s paw, each one accompanied by a breathy, starry-eyed moan.
	I collapsed against Dad’s body, filled with a lightheaded and tired feeling as all my energy left me. Dad pulled me into a hug, which I gladly accepted, and we snuggled together on the couch as our breathing returned to normal. He placed an affectionate kiss on the top of my forehead, then scrunched his muzzle at the unexpected taste. It seems he’d just notice the present that he’d accidentally draped across my face.
	“Sorry bud, didn’t realize that I’d hit you with that. That’s what semen, or cum, looks like. As you get older, you’ll start making that when you have an orgasm.”
	“It’s fine.” I snuggled my head against dad’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his arms around me. “I liked everything about that. Thanks dad.”
	“Of course. You should know how to do this yourself now, but… if ever need to practice again, I’m always here to help.”
	I smiled. “Deal.”