PART 1
There’s no one I’m going to miss more than Sol and I have no idea what to do about it. He’s my best friend Rocky’s dad. I’ve known him since I was 14, since we first moved to town and I joined the soccer team with Rocky. He’s a big cat who repairs cars for a living, he’s a single father, and he’s the nicest man I’ve ever met.
Sol used to call himself my dad next door – I guess he picked up on the fact that I was a scrawny goat who could use a little parental guidance. I don’t know whether it was that my parents never showed up to our soccer games or that I’d always grumble about being hungry when I was hanging out with Rocky, but he was always there for me. He’d cheer for the both of us at games, drive us wherever we needed to go, accidentally make leftovers that he’d send me home with. Sometimes I’d find myself wanting to go over to Rocky’s house just to talk to Sol. He was so funny and charming, so happy to be with us. I’d tell Rocky his father was awesome and he could never see that.
When I got older, in late high school, I realized my relationship with him wasn’t quite what I thought. I had keys to the house and went over without warning, I often found myself hanging out on the couch talking to Sol for hours while Rocky was at work, hell, I called him Dad. But I felt more for him than that. I was a little bit in love with him. My best friend’s dad. I’d go home after hanging out and jerk off while thinking about him, the feeling of him running his paws through my fur, kissing me all over, having him suck my dick. Sometimes when we’d be out in his yard, I’d look up and I could see Sol changing in the window. I’d stare at his belly, try to catch a glimpse of his penis.
I obviously didn’t tell a soul. Rocky would call me a fag and ask how I’d feel if he wanted to fuck my mom. Sol had no clue, even if I’d sit under him and try to give him bedroom eyes to see what he’d do. It’s so wrong anyway. He’s my best friend’s dad, and even though I was 18, he was still 25 years older than me.
And now it’s all coming to a close. Rocky and I are both going off to college. We’re both going to FSU, actually. We’re gonna be roommates and everything. I’ve already sort of made my peace with my mom, we’ve had the last party with all of our other friends, Rocky and I are driving down in the same car. Now there’s only Sol. I don’t know how to explain to him how much he means to me – how much he’s given me, how much I enjoy his company, how good of a father figure he’s been to me, how much I love him.
I make the walk over to Rocky’s house with my bags in hand. He’s working his last shift at the 7-Eleven right now and then he’s probably going to steal as much product as he can before he goes, then we’re going to pack his bags for tomorrow. I enjoy the summer heat on my fur. The windows of Rocky’s house are wide open and the warm breeze is going in.
I let myself in and drop my bags in the entrance way. I’ve been coming over here for four years now and this is the last time it’ll ever be like this. I take a deep breath.
“Rocky?” Sol yells from upstairs. “You home, bud?”
“It’s me,” I call back.
“Rene! I’m glad you’re here!” There’s the sound of a shutting door. “I wanted to talk to you. Give me a second.”
I wait around for a second. Normally I’d go and throw myself on the couch or make myself a mayo sandwich, but that feels a little wrong right now. Sol’s up there for longer than I expect, so I make the trek up the stairs. The door to Rocky’s room is open at the end of the hall, but he’s not in there. He’s in his own bedroom, I guess, which I’ve never been in.
I stand at the door and push it in an inch. I don’t realize how stupid of an idea that is until I catch a glimpse of Sol in the middle of changing, wearing a pair of white briefs and an unbuttoned top and nothing else. I jump back in surprise and yelp. “Sorry!”
He laughs. “Whatcha doin’, Rene?”
“I didn’t know where you were.”
“That’s okay!” He opens the door and stands there in front of me. He smiles at me like it isn’t weird in the slightest he’s only half-dressed – he’s had to get from one side of the house to the other in only a towel or a pair of briefs while me and Rocky were there and no one said anything about it, so maybe it really isn’t weird. “Sorry you caught me unprepared! I thought you would be hanging out with Rocky.”
“He’s at work.”
“You don’t wanna see him off on his final day?”
I don’t know how to say “I’d rather see you,” so I just don’t say it.
“None of that matters anyway. I’m glad I caught you! I have something I wanna give you.” He walks over to his nightstand, where he has a little box all prepared. I stare at his butt in his white briefs as he bends over. “Come on in!”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before.”
“It’s where I sleep. Nothing crazy.” He grins and holds the box out for me. It’s pretty sizable and all gift-wrapped and everything. “Here. It’s for you.”
“It’s a present?”
“For you!”
I hold it in my paws. It’s heavy. I’m already getting a little emotional at it – I didn’t get a lot of presents growing up. I press my lips together and stare at it.
“Go ahead.”
I place the box on his bed and carefully pull the wrapping paper off. Sol watches me expectantly. I open the box up.
It’s filled with gifts. Nothing extravagant, just a bunch of stuff that will be really nice when I get to college. A nice pair of sandals, Command hooks, a 200 pill bottle of Tylenol, a couple of chocolate bars, even a little white noise machine. My lip starts trembling with each further item I place onto his bed.
At the bottom of all of it is a framed photo. That’s when I really get emotional. I hold it out in front of me as my face begins to burn with tears I’m holding back. It’s me and Rocky at one of our first soccer games. His arm is around my shoulder and he’s grinning. I’m smiling too but clearly trying to navigate the new feeling of comradery the team gave me. I remember Sol taking this photo, actually. I flip it over and there’s a message written in silver Sharpie.
“Rene. I’m so proud of the man you’ve become. Keep doing good work. – Dad.”
I let myself cry at it a little bit. I don’t burst into tears like I expect myself to but I definitely let some out. I drop the photo on the bed and bury my face in my paws for a few moments. Sol stands above me, waiting patiently.
I let go and stand up to hug him. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me in tight, stroking his paw against my back a few times. “Thank you,” I whisper into his neck.
“You’re welcome.”
And then I suddenly realize the situation I’m in. I’ve had a crush on this man for years and I’m never going to see him again after this. We’re alone in his bedroom with no chance of anyone interrupting us. He’s in his briefs and an open shirt and he’s pressing me right into him. If it doesn’t happen right now, it’s never going to happen.
I finally pull away, but I keep my muzzle close to his. I look right into his eyes and he looks right back into mine. We were both smiling, but now our faces are straight. He still has his paws on my back. My heart is racing. So is his.
I go in for a kiss. Sol meets me halfway.
He grips my sides tight. The kiss goes by so quick – first, we just tap muzzles together, then he presses in more deeply. I feel a little bit of tongue. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
As quickly as it starts, though, he pulls away, a little trail of spit forming between our two muzzles. He takes a step back and I see the beautiful erection that formed in his briefs. “Rene, I think you have the wrong idea.”
And that’s when I really break out crying. I sit down on the bed right on top of the new sandals and start bawling. “I’m sorry,” I say through choked sobs. “I thought you— I’m so sorry.”
“Hey hey hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He sits down next to me and puts his arm around me. I want to swat him away but I can’t because I like his arm on me too much. “Don’t worry. You’re okay.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to kiss me.”
“Rene…” he shakes his head. “Rene. You know we can’t do this.”
“But I’m leaving. You’ll never see me again.”
“I’ll see you during Fall break.” He says it like he’s trying to convince himself of it too. “Rene, you’re such a good kid. You’re going to meet so many great people and do so many great things. But you’re young and I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret.”
“I know I want this. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He pulls his arm off of me but doesn’t budge. “Rene.” He says it sternly like a father does, like he’s telling me to go without yelling.
But he’s not moving, and I’m not moving. I know the only way this is happening is if I go for it now.
So I put my hand on his bare thigh and I go in for another kiss.
He kisses me right back.
I expect it to be another short kiss like our first one, but he keeps it going. He presses his tongue into my mouth and puts his paws on my cheeks. I close my eyes and enjoy it. I’ve never kissed anyone before and he’s probably picked up on that from all the conversations me and Rocky have had, so he guides me through it slowly. I put both my paws on his thighs and stroke them softly.
“Oh you’re so good at that,” he whispers into my mouth between kisses. “You’re learning so quickly.”
I don’t know how long we sit there kissing for. It’s very teenagerly, actually. My first kiss going on forever, sitting on the edge of the bed, no touching and no funny business. If he wasn’t 25 years older than me and half-dressed with an erection about to poke out of his briefs, this would be a pretty standard first kiss.
Soon enough, though, I can’t take it anymore. My paw has been creeping up his thigh this whole time. I’ve been lingering on the waistband of his briefs for a little bit, rubbing his outer thigh with his thumb. With one confident movement, I rest my hand on his bulge. When he doesn’t balk at that, I grip it. His cock is nice and thick, the soft fabric worn thin from years of wearing it.
“Mmmm,” he moans into my mouth. “Rene.”
I pull away the smallest distance I can. His hot breath still coats my face.
“Are you sure you want this?”
I press my forehead against his and chuckle. “I’m pretty sure.”
“Okay,” he pants. “Okay. Then let’s do this.”
PART 2
Sol climbs on top of me with desperation. He needs me so badly. I can tell because of the expression on his face. It’s that same unsure expression he’s given Rocky a hundred times every time Rocky says he’s going to be out late or when he finds us in the back smoking. Trying to balance what’s best for his son with what’s right. Of course he wants Rocky to have the freedom to be a teenager, to do all of these things, but he still needs to be a firm father. That’s what I see in his face now as he presses his big body into mine. He knows this isn’t right but he knows he wants this. Knowing how wrong this is hasn’t overpowered the movement of his paws, the throbbing of his dick. In his face there is pride and love.
He gives me another kiss. If I thought what we were doing before was intense, this is a whole different world. Our bulges are pressing together as he kisses me with a fervor I could only imagine. His big tongue licks my whole muzzle, then he starts kissing down until he’s at my cheek and then my neck. It makes my whole body shiver.
I moan as he nibbles at my neck, as he starts kissing downwards with his paws on my chest.
“Rene?” he whispers.
“Yeah, Dad?” The nickname is instinct at this point, even if the optics are less than good here. I don’t take it back, though.
“Can I take your shirt off?”
I nod feverishly.
I’m still impressed with his strength. I’m a scrawny little goat, so of course he can do it, but he lifts my chest up with his right paw and maneuvers my shirt off with his left, the biggest smile on his face. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers. “You are the most gorgeous little goat I’ve ever seen. He runs his paws over my thin waist, feels my tummy. It makes me shiver again. “Don’t shiver, baby. You’re okay.”
“I can’t control it,” I smile.
“You’re safe with me, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re safe with me, Rene.”
He kisses his way down my stomach, stopping to give my nipples little kisses. My tummy is so soft and tender that my whole body practically jolts with each kiss. I can’t control it one bit.
He ends up at my crotch and looks up at me for permission once again. When I give him a nod, he pulls my shorts down. My erection pokes obviously in my boxer briefs, throbbing a few inches away from his big muzzle. He smiles even more at that. “You’re a big goat, aren’t you?”
I hug one of his pillows to my chest. I’ve never thought of myself like that, but it feels so good to hear that coming from his mouth.
Sol continues. “You’re so beautiful. Only 18 and you’re so handsome. Such a beautiful body. Such a gorgeous smile.” And he looks up at me one last time, all of the worry gone from his face. “May I?”
I glance over at my phone. There’s a text, I now realize, from Rocky. I flip it over.
I nod.
He pulls my boxer briefs down and my dick springs out. “There we go,” he whispers. “That’s what I like to see. So pretty.”
I can’t do anything but shut my eyes tight as he grips it in his paw. He puts his thumb on the head of my dick and I let out a big bleat. “Dad!” I moan, not meaning to in the slightest. “Ahhh…”
He pulls away. “Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m okay, I’m okay.”
“Is that too much?”
“Keep doing it.”
And he does. I give over all of my free will to Sol as he jerks me off. I spread my legs wide, stick my hooves in the air, and let him touch me all he wants. He rubs my belly with his left paw and jerks me off with his right, whispering sweet nothings all the while. “You’re safe with me, Rene. Good boy. You are so beautiful.” I writhe around in pure pleasure while he rubs my thighs, while he leans forward to give me soft kisses on my belly.
I open my eyes for the first time in a while. All of his attention is focused on pleasuring me. I always thought that if it happened, I’d be doing all the work. I’d give him the best head of his life even if I’ve never done it before. I’d make him feel so good after so long of him taking care of me. But no, even here, I’m letting him do the work.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can I try something?”
“Okay, baby.”
I situate myself on the floor, my knees planted into the hardwood. Above me is the hulking man I’ve been in love with for so long. His shirt is still half-buttoned, I realize, his erection poking awkwardly against his white briefs. He is grinning at me, so proud.
I give his cock a good squeeze through his briefs and he lets out a little moan. In my hoof, his cock keeps pulsing after I stop giving it pressure.
I wriggle his cock out of his fly and hold it in my hoof. He’s definitely a shower – based on the peeks I got of him changing I knew he was pretty big soft but he’s not that much bigger here. Maybe five inches and pretty thick, a wild bunch of pubic hair coming through the fly as well. I’ve seen more attractive cocks in porn but it’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen in my life.
“You look so handsome,” he whispers.
“Thank you, Dad,” I respond.
Holding the underneath of his cock in my hoof, my thumb pressing into his balls and his head resting in my palm, I start to jerk him off. I watch his foreskin retract each time I move my hoof, a little spot of precum already dripping down onto me. He grunts with each little movement.
I get in a more comfortable position, one hoof on the ground, my arm resting on his fuzzy thigh and my face pushed right up against his cock and I keep jerking him off. I love feeling his purring body against my face, his throbbing dick in my hoof. I’ve fantasized about this for so long and it’s just as good as I hoped for, so comfortable and warm in the soft light of the afternoon.
“Woah there,” he mumbles under his breath. His voice gets a little sharper. “Slow down, please.”
I glance up at him for the first time since I started touching his cock. It only occurs to me now how fast I was jerking him off – that’s the speed I touch myself at, but I’m also 20-something years younger than him and also have a much higher libido. If I wasn’t jerking him off right now, I’d almost say he looks pained. His teeth are bared and his brow is furrowed. There’s literal sweat dripping down his forehead. “I’m sorry, I didn’t– I’ve only ever really done this on myself and I…”
He puts his paw on the back of my head and smiles. “No, I just haven’t been touched down there in a while… I don’t wanna, you know. Finish early.”
“Ohhhh.” I can’t help but grin at that. “Yeah. Of course.” I take my hoof off of his cock. It throbs like crazy, basically once a second, without any outside input at all. Another stream of precum drips down from it and onto my hoof. “Can I put it in my mouth?”
“Do you want to?”
“I would.”
He nods. “Yes, please.”
Gripping his cock, I bring my muzzle to the tip and stare at it. It’s so real, throbbing right in front of me. I give it a little kiss, bringing a little trail of precum with me as I pull back, then give it a good lick. Now Sol is the one shivering.
I give it a few more licks before I put it into my mouth. It’s not what I expected – my mouth feels so full. It doesn’t feel easy like they make it seem in the pornos. It has a nice meaty, maybe sweaty taste. I feel his foreskin against my tongue as I push his cock further back into my muzzle. I don’t expect the strands of his pubic hair to tickle my lips and I end up coughing it all up.
“Sorry…” I whisper, wiping my mouth.
He puts his paw on the back of my head and smiles. “You’re okay, Rene. Take your time.”
I grip his cock again and get it back in my mouth. Knowing what to expect this time, I get the whole thing into my mouth easy. I don’t have a long muzzle so I can push my nose flush with his crotch. He smells amazing. I look up at him and his eyes are closed, his muzzle pointed towards the ceiling.
Doing what comes naturally to me, I come up and go back down. He lets out a little bit of a roar at that, keeping his paws on the back of my head. Soon he starts to guide the pace, bobbing my head up and down at his speed. I’m able to keep up with it easily. I taste his salty precum on my tongue, the thick meat of his cock all over my mouth.
“Goooood booooy,” he moans. “You are so good at that, baby. You’re so good at that.”
I am so lucky to be here, sucking his cock. He could have done the moral thing, told me no and pretended the whole kiss never happened, but instead he’s doing the thing both of us want. I don’t know how long he’s wanted this but I know it’s happening now. I know I’m never going to forget it.
His pace quickens even more. I’m just his little goat right now, completely at his whim.
I love you, I think. And then I think, what the fuck. I pull back, a stream of spit formed between the tip of his cock and my lips. I say it out loud.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” he whimpers, no hesitation. “I love you.”
He grips his cock in his paw, taps it against my chin once. It’s throbbing even faster than when I was jerking him off earlier.
“Can I cum on your face?” he asks.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, baby,” he whispers, starting to jerk himself off. “Okay, baby.”
He shuts his eyes tight and strokes his cock as fast as he can. I stay here on my knees, waiting to take every last drop of it. It isn’t 30 seconds later when his paw hits the base of his cock for the final time and he presses back, letting his cum shoot all over my face. The first shot paints my entire face from my chin to my eyes, the second and third falling on my teeth. The rest of his cum drips into my mouth as he leans on his paws with a sigh. I lick every little bit of it that I can get. It tastes delicious.
“Come up here, baby. Let me wipe you up.”
I sit on the side of the bed while he grabs a towel, his cock swinging back and forth as he walks across the room. I am so in love, sitting here politely with my paws in my lap, my erect cock throbbing against my stomach. He sits down and wipes all the cum off my face like a father wiping dirt off of his son. I am so happy. He is so proud.
“Let me get you finished, huh?”
We lie down together, his big body enveloping mine much like how we started this. He jerks me off as we kiss, me retreating right back into the soft little place he’s putting me in. It feels so good. My muscles are so tired, my emotions worn so thin, that cumming is such a sweet relief. It feels like pure soft bliss as I let out my nut all over my stomach. “There we go,” he whispers into my ear. “I love you, baby. Let it all out for me, baby.”
We lay there in sweaty post-orgasmic glow, breathing in unison. “Thank you, Rene,” he whispers.
“Thank you, Dad.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
And I think that’s the end of it. We’re going to lie here in each other’s arms forever. Nothing can ever interrupt us and nothing can ever change this.
But of course that’s not true.
Sol’s phone rings. Of course he has it on ringer, he’s in his 40s. He gives me a soft kiss on the temple and slowly moves to grab his phone, but his body stiffens when he sees who it is. Sol sits up as he takes the call, leaving me cold.
“Rocky?” he asks.
Shit. Rocky.
“Hey, kiddo,” Sol continues, doing his best impression of the casual voice of someone who didn’t just fuck his son’s best friend. I hear the bassy timbre of Rocky’s voice on the other line, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. “Um… is Rene here?”
He looks at me with a panicked expression on his face. I shake my head no, don’t you dare give me that phone, but he hands it over anyway. “Dude, where the fuck are you?”
“Um…”
“Are you fucking hanging out with my dad again?”
“I was waiting for you here,” I lie.
“You’re so fucking gay. You said you’d meet me here for Slurpees.”
“Sorry, I guess I forgot.”
“Okay. I’m like two blocks away.”
“You’re two blocks away?” I say to warn Sol. He gets the message, getting up to go find his underwear. “Okay…”
“Stop being weird. Give the phone back to Dad.”
I wait until he’s done shimmying his briefs on and give the phone to him. “Hey, kid.”
They talk for a bit. I quickly find my clothes and put them on faster than I ever have as Sol finishes up his conversation. “Alright,” he says into the phone. “See you soon.”
And he hangs up. He looks at me with wide eyes, then grabs my hoof. “Rene–”
“Sol.”
And he just looks at me. If Rocky wasn’t at the door, I’d be crying right now.
He gives me a kiss on the forehead and scratches my chin. “Go meet him, alright? I need to get dressed.”
“Okay.”
“And… not a word, right, buddy?”
“Not a word.”
