01 – Liam Hart
Chapter 1
Every canine on Earth experiences a turning point in their lives. It occurs relatively early for some, while others may encounter it later down the line; one thing’s certain: pubescence is inevitable. Once it catches up to us, everything we’ve deemed familiar is riddled with uncharted territories, grounds for excitement and scrupulous exploration. Then we’re taught to navigate ourselves responsibly through that initial saturation, and eventually, by the time our nuts fully mature, this facet of reality becomes but second nature.  
All grown men are privy to the wonderful world of Olfaction, but none are as soul-bound to it as we are – therefore our pubescence is widely recognized as a spiritual journey, of sorts. I want to share with you my story, of how my nose bloomed and how my family and friends helped me settle in this beautiful existence. So allow me to begin with my first olfactory case!
I was fourteen at the time. I remember it being an ordinary day at first; I was lounging in my room after dinner, engrossed in my computer games when something caught my attention: a peculiar smell. It was similar to the one I’d sensed that afternoon during my bus ride home, though this one had a familiarity to it I couldn’t simply brush off. Motivated by curiosity, I rose and followed the trail outside my room and proceeded downstairs to the sound of increasing moans, on track for the source. From the corridor, I could see my parents mingling on our living room sofa; father’s massive paw was gently fondling mom’s tits under her sweater. The scent led me to them, and as I approached mom pulled her tongue out of dad’s mouth to acknowledge me with a cheerful smile.
“Hey honey. Got bored of your games?” She teased me with a surprisingly astute guess. Dad paused his playful antics and adjusted in his seat to face me. I replied and threw in a guess of my own:
“Nah, I was just wondering if you’re cooking something.”
“We just had dinner, hun. There’s still some left if you’re hungry.” She motioned towards our kitchen with the hand that had been resting on her man’s crotch. “Not at all! I’m only asking because I think I smelled beef or… something meaty. Felt like it came from here, too.”
Dad furrowed his brow and seemingly gave our surroundings a quick scan before addressing my concern.
“Are you sure it’s coming from here, kiddo? I think we’d notice?”
Following his example, I deliberately inhaled the air around me and had my confidence boosted. “Yeap, definitely from around here, somewhere.” With that declaration I stepped in the apparent direction of the source only to find myself questioning my own senses once again.
“Dad? I think it’s coming from you.” We stared at each other. He had an expression of confusion, and I bet mine wasn’t too far off the same sort, so I attempted to clarify “It’s actually pretty good, like barbecue, you know?” The tension thickened into an awkward silence, though it wouldn’t intimidate me; I had a mystery to solve after all.
When both of them exchanged weird glances; I could tell they were hiding something fishy. “Do you think he’s talking about…” mom murmured to her hubby with a theatrical bump and a cheeky wink to boot, sparking a joyful smirk on my dad’s face.  Out of the blue, he dipped his paw under the band of his trousers and groped himself between the legs, retrieving a closed fist soon after rummaging inside. When he opened it, I was disappointed to see nothing – and yet - there it was, imperceptible to my eyes, an ethereal ribbon draping over and around his firm hand. The reveal felt magical, unreal, and I could only smile in muddled amusement. “You meant this?” he asked cockishly. I received his hand in both of mine and raised it up to my sniffer, then closer still, until his coarse grey fur brushed against my cheek. A warm dampness clung to it, oily and fresh. “Yeah, that’s it. You found it, pa.”
“I sure did, huh? Look what else we found.” The hand I was just sniffing relocated downwardly and promptly squeezed the underside of my pants, right under my sack. Caught up in the moment, it took me too long to realize the painfully obvious! A significant portion of my penis had jutted past my sheath, raising the worn fabric into a visibly soaked tent. Even mother noticed it judging by her half-suppressed grin. 
“Uhm, wow! It’s not ah…” What an incredible embarrassment, to think I’d lose track of my own erection!
“Relax, kiddo. Go up to your room and I’ll come follow up in a jiffy, got it?” With that reassurance given, he tapped me on the crotch and sent me away. “Yeah, okay...”

I didn’t say another word and shamefully waddled back to my safe-space, ears drooped and cock dripping along the way. The things I’d learn that night…
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End of chapter 1.