Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 14:11:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <ad4dad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fur

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It seemed like one day, he was just a big, athletic kid starting puberty,
and then almost overnight, he started sprouting that thick, dark fur all
over his legs. I sometimes caught him admiring himself, stroking the new
fur, smiling proudly as he felt himself becoming a man.

We were sprawled out on the sofa one night, him in shorts, big muscular
legs spread casually as ever. I kept glancing between the TV and those
crisp, dark curls of hair. I felt a strong sense of paternal pride, seeing
my young boy no longer on the cusp of manhood, but plunging headlong into
it. And maybe it was because I'd had one beer too many, but I felt the urge
to say something.

"Damn, buddy, you're really starting to fur up," I grinned at him. He
looked surprised, then slowly grinned with me. Together, we looked down at
the hair on his thigh, and he gave a subtle flex. Big, strong young
footballer quads, bulging proud and looking even better now with their
fresh coat of manly young fur. Goddamn, the kid was going to be the
spitting image of me. I loved it.

When my thick fingers found their way over to his leg, stroking through the
dark curls, we both forgot all about the TV. His breathing hitched a
little, but he didn't pull away. If anything, he sprawled out more,
spreading his strong thighs wider, letting me touch the hair. Touch
him. Just slow, quietly exploring the fur, appreciating it, enjoying it,
together. It was kind of a surprise, but then kind of not, when I saw the
epic teenage cockbulge he was sporting, throbbing hard through the thin
shorts. He saw me notice it, and looked so ashamed when our eyes met, I had
to smile. With my other hand, I ruffled his short, thick dark hair. The
hair on his head and on his leg.

"It's cool, kiddo," I murmured warmly. "Best part of being a man... besides
the fur." He let out a low moan, lusty, and my own big cock jumped up into
hardness straight away.

"Go take care of that big ol' thing," I grinned at him, and he smiled back
at the compliment. I looked at his big strong body with new eyes as he
slowly stood, heading for the bathroom, giving me a shy, but excited grin
over his shoulder as he went. Like we had reached a new level, a new
understanding. We both knew he was about to go rub out a great big load,
and we were both proud as fuck.

We bonded a whole lot more closely after that. Me exploring his
ever-thickening fur became like a routine, and he no longer felt the need
to excuse himself to take care of his young, manly needs. He'd haul his big
dick out and stroke it while I stroked his hairs, and that evolved into me
talking all about how manly he was, kind of worshiping him in a way, and
after a few sessions like that, he started telling me to go ahead and take
care of my cock too, which became an even better routine.

I don't know, maybe all the close attention and release he was getting at
home kept him on the straight and narrow through those turbulent high
school years. But he had a high GPA, a scholarship lined up at an SEC
football powerhouse after the summer, and he was all man now. My big young
man, and we were closer and tighter than ever.

Now, I watched as he slowly undressed for me in my bedroom, down to his
green boxer briefs. He grinned over his shoulder at me, then bent over, his
big muscular beefy ass bulging beautifully as he stripped the shorts down
those powerful, furry thighs. The patch of fur in the small of his
back... shit, the night we had when that came in a couple years back, I
still shot buckets reliving it. My mouth literally watered at the sight of
him, flexing his thick thighs and glutes for me, before turning around to
show off the beefy thickness of his chest, a coat of rich, dark fur all
over it. My fingertips and my lips practically itched to get into it. When
he put his arms up behind his head and showed the sweat-damp fur deep in
his pits, I moaned.

"Yeah, Dad," he said with that deep, manly, husky voice, smiling as his big
cock arced up at me. "Check out how furry I am. Just like you. Just for
you."

I came at him, and on him, and in him, hard. Again and again.