Substitute

(Story by SampsonWoof)

You know that one person you did almost everything together with in high
school? Ray was that friend for me. Whether it was a track meet or just
homework, you could bet he and I did it together. I still remember
that pang of sadness when he hugged me goodbye at the airport. He was
all excited to begin his freshman year at university. I was already
taking small engine repair courses locally. I stood and watched him
lope into the terminal until the cop told me to move my car.

A couple weeks later, I got a text from Ray's dad. Ray had set aside
some comic books for me to take if I wanted them. I told him I'd be
over that afternoon.

Now, Ray's dad wasn't exactly the warmest guy around. He'd drive us
around here and there, wordlessly listening to the radio while Ray and
I gabbed about shit. Big guy. Ray took after his mom, mostly. Light-
coloured fur and slender frame, he didn't really resemble his dad much
at all. While Ray was great at track and field and swimming, his dad
could have juggled cement trucks for a hobby for all I knew. Big, beefy
and built, he owned a small construction firm and that's all I really
knew of his life.

It was unseasonably warm that September, so I wasn't too entirely
surprised when his dad answered the door shirtless. Defined abs. Big
pecs. I wondered if he moved steel beams around by himself. "Come in,"
he grunted. I complied.

He shook my paw, like he always did. We chatted briefly. We both missed
Ray, as expected. I liked my courses. His company was doing well. He
had some odd jobs around the house he needed help with. I volunteered,
Ray being gone and all. The first thing he needed done was spark plugs
on the Chevy. Easy peasy.

I followed him to the garage, where the car was pretty much in pieces.
The way the plugs were positioned on this thing, it very much was a
two-canine job. He was on his back on the flat creeper and rolled
underneath the engine block. The job went smoothly until the end, when
he rolled himself out from under and knocked a half-can of oil all over
his sweat pants.

He cleaned up best he could and griped that Ray's mom wouldn't want
these in her washing machine. I was wiping up grease from my paws and
nearly dropped the rag as he pulled his pants clean off. Cursing, he
balled up the ruined pants and tossed them into a rag pile.

Shit, he was hung. I'd only ever seen Ray naked a couple times, but his
dad was at least twice as big as Ray. His balls swung as he grabbed a
clean rag and wiped his paws. Big, meaty arms flexed as he tried to
get the dirt off.

He looked up, eyes meeting mine.

"You lookin' at me, kid?"

A weird squeak escaped the back of my throat.

His muzzle now sported a big, wide grin.

"Yer lookin' at me, aren't ya?"

He chuckled as I swallowed hard. Caught.

He stepped closer. I swear I saw his meat twitch.

Breathing fast, I nodded sheepishly.

He laughed again. "Thought so. You little pervert."

Paws on his hips, he stepped even closer. I could smell the mix of
grease and musk on his fur. "Now I'm gonna have something to tell Ray,
won't I? His best friend all hot for me... his dad! Shit, won't that
be a fun call?"

Was he really going to tell Ray? Holy shit.

"Now," he growled, "I won't tell Ray, but you gotta pay, pup. Follow
me."

He turned and went back into the hallway between the garage and the
basement stairwell. I nervously padded behind him, watching his glutes
flex and move on the steps.

Flicking on a light, he settled into a big easy chair and grinned.

"Strip."

I must have hesitated too long as his eyes narrowed, reaching for the
phone.

I got the hint, so I hastily pulled off my shirt and clumsily undid my
jeans. My erection bounced into view as I pushed the denim past my
thighs.

He just watched me carefully, grunting at the sight of my stiff penis.

"Turn around," he growled, his paw wrapped around his meat.

I obeyed, feeling a mixture of humiliation and arousal as my own
cock throbbed in the stale air of the basement.

"Rub my footpaws," he growled again, lifting one leg.

As I approached, he settled back into the chair, grinning. He had me
right where he wanted me. I whined as I began massaging his pawpads,
the scent of his crotch filling my nostrils.

"Suck daddy off, pup." He reclined further in the chair, spreading his
thighs.

As I wrapped my maw around his wolfmeat, I knew his threats meant
nothing to me. I was more than content to service him. Again and again
and again.

Besides.

It was Ray's idea.