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Do you ever dream about people you don't see any more? I sure do. Back then, when I was eleven, I used to dream about Grandma and Grandpa a lot. They're Mom's parents, so they're donkeys like she is. Compared to my Dad that makes them... stocky, I guess you'd say. A little more rotund, a little less graceful than most horses.

Graceful.

That's a helluva word, and sure as fuck isn't one I'd ever use to describe the animal Dad became. What's the use of gracefulness if you use it to beat the shit out of your wife and kid? The contrast between him and Grandpa couldn't be more stark, they're like day and night. In the days before I picked up my sixth-form classes at Stillwater Cove Elementary, I had a lot of spare time. Swimming lessons were always a highlight of my weeks, but they were barely two hours out of a whole week. Much of the rest of the week was taken up by reading, or writing shakily hand-penned stories in a tattered notebook I kept under my bed, or riding my bike around the quaint little town. And by thinking. Endless, relentless thinking. Even at the time, I was sure I was gonna need therapy at some point. One of my favourite memories was of the look on Dad's face as Grandma shot at him. That can't be healthy. But there were so many much nicer memories that ran through my mind, too.

Grandpa's hands. They were so much like Dad's - big and warm and callused, with blunt, worn-down hoof tips and thick, gnarled fingers. But Grandpa's were gentle. Loving. Some of my most joyous memories before coming to Stillwater Cove were of time spent with Grandpa, outside in his barn, or with Grandma, inside at the kitchen table. Grandpa was always mending something, and he taught me a thing or two about how to swing a wrench, in the time we spent together. Grandma taught me how to make apple pie and custard, and it was something I did quite a lot in my spare time. Mom often came home from work to find the windowsills lined with wonky, asymmetrical pies.

I started wishing I was closer to them, still. Being in Stillwater Cove was great, sure, I loved it and I still do. But in those early days it was awfully dull, for me. And for most of the week following my second swimming lesson, it rained. So... I had six days and twenty-two hours to mull on what had happened with Abe and I in the showers after my lesson. No-one can spend _that_long thinking about one topic. Right?

I did my best.

In some ways I was a pretty sheltered kid. I had no idea what the word 'pedophile' implied, or any concept of the nuances of consent. I was only very vaguely aware of the mechanics of reproduction, and even then only what little I'd gleaned from TV shows and such. At eleven, the concept of homosexuality hadn't occurred to me, either, but nor had heterosexuality. As such, I was a blank canvas, and didn't see anything wrong with the fact that Abe seemed to have the same... problem... as I did, in terms of his dick getting all big and pointy. It made me feel excited that it happened to him when he saw it happening to me, and vice versa. It was like we shared a connection; a naughty connection that Mom would disapprove of in so many more ways than I was aware of at the time.

I thought about Abe's dick a lot. It was so different to mine. I liked that it was different, I think. But then, I didn't have a benchmark for that since I'd never seen one like mine on anyone else. Some details were kinda blurry about it, and I remember being super keen to get to my next lesson so I could see it again.

***

Mom walked in on me playing with myself one morning in the week that followed. I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror naked, fumbling with my erect penis. It felt so nice to touch it, I felt certain that it must be not such a bad thing to do. She didn't knock, just opened the door and swept in. I'd never seen her look so shocked or flustered, and she definitely didn't share my thoughts on the matter. Mom cried, and said stuff like "how could you?" and "I'm so disappointed."

I just lapsed into silence. What else could I do? She told me again and again that what I was doing was wrong and dirty and unhealthy and when she left for work half an hour later, I curled back up in my creaky single bed and hid from the world for the rest of the day.

I learned two lessons from that.

First; wait until she left for work.

Second; I could never be off my guard around mom at all. Not ever again. Abe's acceptance of me, our shared 'predicament,' and the secrecy of our mutual exhibitionism took on a greater meaning for me from there on. My next swimming lesson was still two days away, and just the thought of seeing the otter made my heart flutter and my penis fill out the front of my underwear.

***

My next swimming lesson was on a bright, sunny day, and I left home a full two hours early. I was that excited to get there, almost desperately so. I skidded my bike right up to the entrance to the public shower block on the beachfront, leapt off and wheeled it inside.

The place was bursting at the seams with men and boys in various states of dress, and I felt my muzzle flush hot as I caught sight of any number of bare bodies. None of them belonged to Abe, though, so I was quick and stealthy in undressing down to my orange speedo and stowing my backpack in a locker, before heading out onto the beach. My heart was hammering in my chest when I saw Abe arrive and duck into the shower block to change - I was very tempted to rush in and greet him, but there were so many people in there still!

"Hey Jack! You seem excited, looking forward to swimming?" came Ada's voice from behind me.

I squealed and spun around to face the friendly goat lady, and she laughed softly, setting down a big box full of floaty boards and pool noodles onto the sand.

"Y-yes!" I finally stammered. "B-been looking forward to it all week!"

"Oh have you? So have I!"

I squealed again, and spun around to see Abe. The slinky otter man had snuck right up behind me! Instinctively I covered my crotch with my hands, and hunched a little... there it was, like clockwork, a raging boyhood stiffy. My reaction earned a low chuckle from Abe, and a surreptitious wink as the otter's hand squeezed my shoulder briefly, which in turn made me tense and gasp.

"C'mon, lets get you in the water Jack, it won't matter In there," Abe murmured, propelling me gently towards the water's edge.

My heart somersaulted, and melted just a little at how unerringly casual Abe was. It was like he saw this kind of thing all the time and it was no big deal to him. Which was a big deal to me.

The water was glorious. I'd been so consumed with my thoughts about Abe and what had happened after our last lesson that I'd all but forgotten the pleasure of immersing myself in the shallow, calm ocean. The crystal clear water glinted like diamonds in the sun, with just enough surface distortion to mask the straining tent in the front of my speedo. But Abe knew it was there, and as the rest of the swim class turned up one by one, I noticed that Abe was standing in slightly deeper water than he had been last week; just deep enough to reach his belly button.

None too subtly, I ducked my head under the water, and was greeted with the sight of the otter's tiny speedo straining to contain his own erection. I felt myself flare against the Inside of my own, and a shudder ran through my body. Abe was staring at me as I resurfaced, and flashed me a conspiratorial wink, which only made me blush all the harder.

"Okay everyone, gather round!" Ada called. "Today we're going to start by recapping what we talked about last week - breathing and kicking! Molly, Peter, Kryss, by the end of today's lesson I'd like to see the three of you swim without using a board, alright? Don't worry, we'll always be right there beside you."

The lesson got underway at last, and as usual, Abe focussed on the more 'special needs' kids, including me. He was calm and gentle and guided us through the water with a hand beneath a belly, or guiding the boards in front of us, or sometimes both.

"Don't forget to breathe, guys..." he chuckled, "turn your head to the left every time you stroke with your left hand, and breathe out into the water. Lots of bubbles! Good, nice work. Come on Jack, your turn..."

Throughout, Abe had been flashing me little glances now and then, but he was all business and professionalism above the water. And then his hands were on me.

The moment his hand touched my belly, holding me up in the water to guide me along behind the board gripped in my fingers, I snorted violently into the water. A jet of bubbles erupted around my muzzle, and I instinctively gasped, sucking in a mouthful of water. I came up coughing and spluttering, a moment of panic consuming me, and Abe patted my back a few times, firmly, knocking the water loose from my throat. My nostrils and throat burned, and I coughed and spat, and Abe frowned softly.

"Hmm. Point taken, I'll give you fair warning next time, sorry Jackie. May I touch you? Just like before, I'm only going to hold you up in the water, alright?"

I nodded wordlessly. Please touch my penis, my brain screamed.

Once again, I felt the firm buoyancy of Abe's hand on my tummy, his other hand guiding the board along in front of me. His voice issued rhythmic, gentle instructions - reminding me to kick, to breathe, to stroke. His hand was only inches from the aching, throbbing ridge of my penis, and my hips pushed forward just a little, trying my hardest to make my flared head bump his hand... my eyes were glued on his crotch whenever my head was underwater, and my otter instructor looked as hard as I was.

But with so many people around, he didn't touch me, even though I was all but begging him to. Even when he murmured into my ear 'you've got such a cute butt,' he didn't cave to his obvious temptation. But it made me flag my tail, consciously showing off to him, and that made his fingers curl into my belly fur just a little. He wanted to. I could feel it.

It was all over in minutes, and Abe moved on to another student for a while, and then another. Molly and Peter and Kryss were all swimming alone and unassisted all around us, cheered on by the ever watchful Ada, and the lesson was wonderful.

"Do you want to try without a board, Jack?" Abe asked me.

I considered for a moment, and leapt at the chance, especially if it meant he'd be touching me some more. I nodded and brayed a wordless response, and Abe grinned. Swimming without a floaty board felt very different. I felt top-heavy, like my head would sink, and Abe held my body securely with one hand on my chest and the other on my tummy, instructing me on what to do even as his fingers brushed the waistband of my speedo and I very nearly sucked in another lungful of seawater.

And then he let go. I panicked momentarily, and then remembered what he'd been trying so patiently to teach me all along. Kick. Breathe. Stroke. Kick. Breathe. Stroke. It all came together for me suddenly in that moment, and the joy of swimming unassisted through crystal clear water was so overwhelming that I even forgot all about my near-permanent erection. It was like a keel, I suppose! Abe clapped and whistled, and Ada did as well, and I clumsily turned to swim back the way I'd come. As I swum past Abe, I felt his hand trail along my chest and belly, and this time, it didn't stop. His open palm caressed right along my crotch. He touched my penis. I nearly exploded, instantly letting my legs sink to the sandy sea floor and coming up coughing and spluttering again. The otter just grinned at me, apologetically this time.

"Well done Jack!" Ada exclaimed, even pausing her lesson to applaud.

"Sorry buddy, I couldn't resist," Abe murmured.

"It...it's okay..."

"Alright everyone, that's lesson over for today! Don't forget to put your boards back in the box on the beach, and I'll see you all again next week!" Ada called.

Abe and I exchanged a look as Ada herded the rest of the class out of the water and into the shower block. We were both hard, and we both knew it. I swallowed hard, and flattened my ears to my skull.

"I'm... I'm really sorry if anything I do is... is too much..." Abe murmured, awkwardly. It was an uncharacteristic display of shyness from him, and somehow it endeared him to me all the more.

"I...it isn't. I like it..." I murmured back.

"Really?"

"Y...yeah. N-no one has ever b-been like th-this with me b-before, um... m-my mom hates it if she ever c-catches me when it's b-big."

Abe's brow furrowed slightly and he stared at me.

"That's not good. Erections are a natural part of being a boy. They feel nice and it isn't like you can help it anyway."

I nodded. We stayed in the water for a few minutes longer, with Abe sitting in that odd half-squat he did to keep the water level just below his chin. I did the same, and the closeness of the water meant we could talk more quietly with no chance of being overheard.

"Have you been hard the whole lesson?" Abe ventured.

I nodded again, ears drooping.

"That's really cool, Jackie. So have I. Do you... um... do you play with it? At home?"

"S-sometimes. N-not very much. It f-feels nice b-but it's hard ALL THE TIME anyway and I'm s-scared I'll g-get in trouble for it."

Abe considered that for a long moment, and I thought he might make a move on me right there. His eyes were all over me, and he was close enough that I could feel the soft motion of his strong, webbed hands, wafting water at me.

"I see," he finally murmured. "I like you, Jack, and I don't think any boy should live with as much fear as you do. It's nice to hear you open up a little to me about it. And uh... nothing you say to me will ever go any further, alright? I'll never tell anyone about anything you tell me, long as you promise the same."

That confused me a little, but I knew he meant well, so I nodded, and he squeezed my shoulder.

"Good lad! C'mon, the showers should be pretty much empty by now. Mind if I hang around and shower with you?" the otter smiled, and stood up in the water. His speedo was straining to contain his erect penis, and he made absolutely no attempt to hide it or turn away from me.

"Y-yes! I mean... n-no! I mean..."

Abe laughed. He knew what I meant. I stood, the taut outline of my angry little equine mushroom clear as day in my orange speedo as it cleared the water's surface. Abe propelled me out of the water with a hand on my butt, and it was an intimate feeling unlike any I'd ever had before. It made me flare, and I looked up at him and pointed to my penis, making him look. I flexed, and flared wider. The sensation made tingles run up my spine, but I'm not entirely sure if it was more to do with the friction of my speedo, or that Abe was staring at it.

"Hmm. I think he wants you to touch him," Abe chuckled.

"Is...is that why it g-gets big all the time?"

"My my, you really have no idea, hey? Oh Jackie, no, I didn't mean it like that!" Abe lifted my chin up to look at him, as I automatically assumed that his words were meant to be hurtful or belittling. "Yes, your penis gets all big and stiff because it wants to be touched."

By then we were at the entrance to the public showers, and Abe prodded me softly in ahead of him. There was a little switchback, presumably for privacy, and the warm humidity and the musty smell of a public convenience greeted my nostrils. There were still a couple of people in there, and I held my hands In front of my crotch as I led Abe past the bike racks and lockers and into the steamy, sand-caked shower area. My heart was hammering in my chest at a million miles an hour, and I could feel my rapid pulse in my penis. I led Abe to the far end of the shower room, far enough from the entrance that the steam from our showers would obscure the view should anyone happen to walk in, giving us enough time to turn our backs. Abe seemed to pick up on the fact that I was intentionally leading him to an area where we could expose ourselves in the naughtiest ways, and I felt his hand tighten on my butt as he followed me in there.

The extended period of silence between us was only broken by our excited breaths, the warm hiss of our respective shower heads, and a cute, appreciative chirp from Abe as I turned to face him. I shoved down the front of my speedo beneath my balls, and pushed my hips forward towards him. My eyes lifted to meet his as I exposed my rock hard little penis for him, and then dropped back to the otter's crotch.

"Mmh... Good boy," Abe murmured silkily, as to my surprise, he extended his hand and gently, very gently, cupped my junk in his palm.

I squealed and tensed, but I was beginning to trust Abe in the most intimate ways, and so I gently prodded my hips forward, pushing my stiff muledick into his grip, which earned me a breathy moan and a gentle squeeze. His thumb brushed over my taut, flared glans, which made me tremble, and I remember being so eager to see Abe's dick that I reached for his waistband, and urgently pushed his speedo down.

"Whoa, hey. Take it slow, kiddo, It's alright. I'm not gonna disappear on you," Abe chuckled. "You're pretty eager, huh?"

"I... I'm s-sorry!" I brayed, letting go of his speedo and stepping back, pulling my penis out of his hand and standing a few inches further back, trembling on my hooves as the hot water and steam of the showers surrounded us.

The look on Abe's face was somewhere between pity and gentle, calm understanding, and as the moment of desperation passed, I gave him a shy little half-smile and flexed my penis, making it swing sharply upward and slap wetly against my pubic mound. Abe laughed, and pushed his speedo down to his ankles and stepped out of the tiny garment.

"I love how yours does that, Jackie. I'm jealous! Especially of how your head gets all big and swollen," Abe murmured, staring at it closely.

"R-really?" I squeaked, ears pricking forward. I belly-slapped for him a few more times, my flare becoming wider and more sensitive with each flex.

All this time, of course, my eyes were fixed firmly on Abe's penis. The otter's pink shaft was several inches longer than mine, noticeably thicker and with a bell-shaped head half-covered by thick, soft skin, and it fascinated me. Abe was perfectly happy to show it off for me, too, standing together with me under the one shower head, his free arm draped around my shoulders.

"This is really nice, Jack. I like this," he murmured, turning into me a little more and holding his penis in his hand.

I stared down as he peeled back his foreskin, pushing his shaft down to bump his tip against my flare. It was all so exciting, I could barely contain myself, and gave my shaft a few more vigorous, meaty slaps against my tummy, which made me hunch over a little, leaning on Abe in a trembling flurry of arousal.

"Oh wow, Jack... that felt good huh? Is that what you do at home when you play with it?"

"Uh huh. S-sometimes I p-p-push it between my legs and m-make it flick b-back up," I squeaked, demonstrating for my swim coach. I trapped my flared dick between my thighs, and pushed my hips out to force it to spring up and bounce off my tummy again.

"Hmm... I used to do that when I was a kid, too," Abe chuckled. "Do you ever rub it using your hand?"

I looked up at Abe, and I remember feeling confusion, not knowing what he meant by that. Of course I'd touched my penis with my hand, that was a silly question. Wasn't it?

"Do you know what 'cumming' means, Jack?"

I shook my head.

"Hmm. Well... when you play with your penis, do you ever suddenly feel like you're going to pee? It feels really hot and tingly for a moment, like something's building up inside you and then it kinda... pulses a few times, all on its own," Abe explained, badly.

My eyes opened wide. Of course. Abe didn't know about my traumatic past, my experience with bed wetting and an abusive father, and the thought of a feeling like that being a good thing... I trembled, and my erection subsided just a little. Abe frowned in concern, and stared at me long and hard.

"Is... something about that bad, Jackie? Believe me, it feels amazing, if you've never felt it before it's gonna change your world!"

"B-but I don't wanna pee, 'specially not at home in b-b-b-bed!" I stammered.

"Oh Jack! You won't pee, I promise. A little bit of something different might come out, but it usually isn't very much. Try it here, with me. You're safe, I promise. Look, this is how I do it..."

My moment of terror passed when Abe returned my attention to his penis, and I watched with fascination as he gripped his shaft, and moved his hand back and forth along it. His foreskin rolled back and forth over his tip, and I recall finding that incredibly arousing. I was hard as granite again within seconds, and Abe moved in close to me, looping his free arm around my shoulders. He kept stroking his cock, exposing and hiding the shiny, slick tip, and bumping and sliding it against my flare whenever he could.

"Go ahead, Jackie, try it... yours is pretty different to mine, so you might have to do it differently. Just find what feels nice and keep doing that."

Tentatively, I curled my hand around my turgid little shaft. At that age, mine was just barely above four inches. Just imagine your middle finger with a mushroom on the end of it. So my hand engulfed all of it, except for the flare, which protruded past my clenched fist in a way that made Abe groan with arousal and stroke his shaft frantically for a few seconds.

I stepped sideways a little, since my right shoulder was cold from being out of the flow of the shower. The hot water cascaded down my arm and flowed over my dick, as for the very first time I moved my hand up and down its rigid length. My fist tugged up against the back of my flare, and my hips pushed instinctively forward, forcing it through my grip. My knees shook a little, and a shaky bray of pleasure escaped my lips.

"Oh yeah... that feel nice?" Abe murmured.

"Uh huh... feels t-tingly..."

"Good... that's good. Keep going!"

So I did. I humped through my fist a few times, and my glans flared even more, so wide and so swollen that it was almost translucent, the skin stretched taut over it. I let go, and flexed my abdominal muscle tightly to make it slap wetly up against my belly. I held it there, and rubbed my open palm up and down the underside of my cock. That was a whole new feeling, and very different.

I alternated between humping my fist, belly slapping and rubbing the underside for a few minutes, while Abe stroked his thick uncut member right there in front of me.

And then, out of nowhere, everything changed.

It was like someone lit the fuse on a firecracker, and my penis was the firecracker. I'd never felt anything like it. I brayed loudly and let go of my penis, scrabbling backward until my back was up against the wall of the shower room. I could feel my tail flagging against the wall as my penis twitched and pumped urgently in front of me. It lasted only for a few seconds, but it was like someone had taken a pin to a balloon, I felt like I'd just fallen down a flight of stairs.

"Jackie, you alright? It's okay, c'mere," Abe held out his arms, the otter's penis still achingly stiff, jutting from his groin even as mine, astonishingly, shrunk away into my sheath within a few moments.

I had no benchmark for this. I didn't know how to respond, or what to do, or what was happening - so I bolted.

I grabbed my speedo and rushed away from Abe, back to my locker, pulling the wet garment on as I went. My towel around my shoulders, I simply grabbed my backpack and my bike, and rode away as fast as I could, with my fur plastered to my skin.

I got all the way home without stopping. By then my fur was mostly dry, all except for my groin and butt, and my back under my backpack. I waddled inside the house a little awkwardly, immediately feeling that my long ride in a sandy speedo was going to cause some chafing. I felt dirty in ways I'd never felt before. But also... intrigued. The feeling that had come over me in the showers down at the beach hadn't felt anything like peeing, as Abe had said. I wondered if what had happened to me was the same thing. Abe had said a little bit of something might come out, but he hadn't told me what, and from memory, nothing at all came out.

I took another shower at home. Standing in the bathtub in the privacy of the bathroom, I looked down at my skinny, prepubescent body in something of a new light. What had happened in the shower block at the beach had come as a complete shock to me, but in hindsight... it did feel kinda good.

My penis swelled out of my sheath as I looked at it, and my tail flagged slightly when my prepuce folded back. I parted my hooves a little, and released my bladder into the pooled water between them. It felt a little strange, if anything, to pee without a full, raging erection. I couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Even as my stream subsided, though, my penis filled out and rose with rhythmic little bobs in time with my heartbeat, until it jutted stiffly out in front of me again.

I wrapped my hand around it again, and squeezed. Little sparks of pleasure ran up my spine, and the head of my penis flared just slightly, before shrinking again. I played with it for a few minutes in the shower, rubbing soap into it to 'clean' it and trying to bring back some of the feelings I'd had with Abe. But after a short while it just started to ache, and I found that if I let go of it for a while, it softened all on its own.

That was new.

Suddenly worried that I'd broken it, I dried off and got dressed. Hanging around the house for the rest of the day seemed like it would only cause me to dwell on it, so instead I made myself a sandwich, packed a book and rode to the Market Square to while away the afternoon in the sunshine.

***

It wasn't until the next morning that my dick made its presence known again. I woke up with a start just as Mom shut the front door on her way to work, and was immediately aware of an urgent need to piss, and the aching stiffness of my penis, tenting up the front of my pyjama bottoms.

I waddled quickly to the bathroom, and left my pyjama bottoms on the floor. I tended to stand in the bathtub to pee when I was that hard, it was the only way I could do it without hurting myself or making a huge mess. Even so, with an erection my stream was messy and unpredictable, and it took me a few minutes of spraying down the inside of the shower curtain to clean up. I was stiff as a board throughout, just like usual, and with Mom already off to work, I took the opportunity to go back to bed and play with it.

I knelt on my bed, naked, and stared down at my straining little member. It throbbed and twitched, and I slapped it firmly against my belly a few times, and giggled at how angry and stiff it was. Only a few days ago, it was a problem that seemed existential to me, but Abe had given me the tools to deal with it, to make it go soft almost at will, and the prospect of that working reliably excited me.

Hesitantly, I grabbed it in my hand, and pulled firmly on it, pushing the little shaft around in a circle and releasing it to flick upward again. I rubbed and tugged and gripped and squeezed, stroked and belly slapped and trembled with arousal. My balls ached a little, but it wasn't too bad yet, so I kept going. My favourite sensation was gripping my shaft and pushing my hips roughly backward and forward through my fist, so I did that. My glans flared hugely (well... relatively) and I rubbed it with my other hand, just gently, while tugging on my shaft. As if on cue, that lit the fuse again, and I gave my penis a few more frantic tugs before letting it go and watching closely.

My heart rate spiked, my body shook and convulsed gently, and my penis flexed and bucked and twitched all on its own, a rhythmic flutter of the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt.

And then, once it passed, it softened. It actually went down, all the way, and I let out a squeaky bray of victory! I'd finally learned how to control my body's rampant arousal, and with any luck, that might mean I could lead a normal life without being perpetually terrified of being touched by anyone.

At eleven, though, I hadn't the foggiest idea what 'puberty' meant, or that everything would likely change again when that happened.

***

"Hey Abe?"

I was a few minutes late to my next swimming lesson, and at the first opportunity I caught the otter's eye.

"Jack! You're here, good. I'm glad. I uh..." Abe contained himself just in time to avoid making a scene, it seemed.

"I'm s-sorry for running away," I mumbled.

"Hey, don't apologise. I'm sorry too, for... you know."

I nodded.

"We'll talk more at the end, alright? C'mon, we're gonna teach breaststroke today."

The lesson went by with total normality; nothing weird happened. I got several erections, of course, mostly while Abe's hands were on me. And once or twice, I felt his hand seemingly wanting to wander, only to be kept in check at the last moment. As usual, though, at the end of the lesson Abe and I hung back in the water while everyone else left, and he bobbed closer to me than usual, slipping his arm around my waist to pull my body against his.

"I can't help but wonder, Jack. Did you have your first ever orgasm in the shower with me last week?" Abe murmured into my ear. I could feel the warm, stiff ridge of his erection against my hip, and I didn't know where to put my hand.

I nodded, and turned toward him in the water. His hand found its way to the front of my speedo, and he gently squeezed my penis through the tight orange fabric, making my glans flare. His hand was large compared to mine, and warm, and I pushed my hips into his grip softly with a little gasp. That made him squeeze again, and I felt his fingers exploring me through my speedo, stroking and rubbing. It felt so good, so naughty, and so...right, in that moment. There were people still on the beach, and even a few in the water, and there was Abe feeling me up and grinding against my butt out in the open.

Abe took my hand, and pressed it into his crotch. My ears perked and swivelled, and I turned my head to stare down into the water. His penis was warm and hard, and his speedo felt soft and smooth. I fumbled and groped and rubbed and squeezed, and his chuckle told me he found my aimless pawing amusing.

"Mm. Good boy. That's really hot, Jack... Hey, how about we hit the showers?" Abe murmured into my ear. His breath was warm and a little shaky, and I could feel his penis pulsing in my fingers.

"Uh huh! B-but... Both our things are... b-big."

Abe gave me a cocky, lopsided grin, and pulled away from me.

"Mmhm. We're both stiff. But that's alright. Don't be ashamed, I'm certainly not."

I stared and brayed in shock as Abe stood up, and began walking towards the beach. "N-no, wait!"

He turned and winked at me, and even went so far as to adjust his bulging speedo so that his penis stood out in front of him, instead of being held up by his hip. It made his erection so much more obvious, enough so that in a rush of excitement, I capitulated and stood, following him up out of the calm water onto the sandy beach. Out of instinct, I covered my crotch with both hands, and hunched forward a little.

Abe chuckled, the otter standing on the shore with his hands on his hips.

"Flaunt it, Jackie," he winked. "If you always hide it like that, people are gonna look even more, cos you look like you're hiding something! You're a boy, boys get erections. Flaunt it."

With that, he turned and strutted towards the shower block, his long, muscular tail swaying with his footsteps, and his erection bobbing and bouncing in front of him. I hesitated for a long moment, and then with a squeaky bray, I ran to catch up. As I came alongside the otter, I nudged him and jutted my hips out in front of me, making my penis strain at my speedo. He laughed, and ruffled my ears, clearly impressed with my bravery. Happily, no one else seemed to take any notice of us, and within moments we were both in the showers again. He made his way down to the back, where we'd been the previous week. There were two or three people still in the showers this time, and with a grain of newfound confidence - even if it was mostly because I was so horny - I stole glances at whatever I could, relishing the public nudity all around me in a way I never would've before. It was a heady rush.

My heart leapt into my throat when my eye fell on another erect penis, and I squeaked in shock when its owner made eye contact with me. He was a stag, easily old enough to be my father. We shared a moment of eye contact, and then his gaze flicked down to my speedo. Flaunt it, Abe had told me. Summoning all of my courage, I flicked down the front of my orange speedo and shoved my hips lewdly outward. The stag's eyes widened in surprise as he got an eyeful of stiff, prepubescent muledick, and I felt my cheeks burning red as I scurried on by to join Abe.

"That was brave..." Abe murmured as I joined him.

The otter was already naked, and I hurriedly kicked my speedo off to join him. Steam rose around our legs, partially obscuring us from the doorway, although I could still clearly see the big stag and his boner through the opaque clouds. He was pretending to mind his own business, but every time I looked up, he was watching.

"See?" Abe grinned. "If you flaunt it, people like that... Just uh... don't do it too much, it could get you in trouble."

We both showered in relative silence, at least until the big stag, after a final, lingering stare in our direction, shut off his shower head and left. The moment we were alone, Abe's hands were on me. His webbed fingers groped me front and back, and he ground his stiff, slippery dick along my hip and flank, almost urgently. I brayed loudly, and he shushed me with a finger to my lips.

"Mmph. H-hey Abe?"

"Mm?" He paused.

"Last week, you s-said that um... when I'm p-playing with it, s-something might come out that isn't pee?"

"Yeah?"

"I... well... nothing comes outta mine. I dunno if I'm d-doin it wrong or what."

Abe chuckled quietly, and I could feel his slightly shaky, warm breath against my ear as his fingers curled around my dick, fondling it eagerly.

"Oh? Describe what happens, then."

I flattened my ears and shrugged. "I dunno..." I mumbled, seeking words to describe the sensation, "it kinda b-bounces and squeezes over and over all b-by itself, and f-feels weird, and then it just stops and it goes soft again!"

"Mmhm. That's right. Maybe you're just not old enough yet for anything to come out when you orgasm," Abe mused. "It's completely dry, there isn't even a little bit of something wet on the tip?"

I shook my head, and swallowed heavily, flexing my penis in Abe's hand. That elicited a chuckle from the otter, and he teased the webbing between his fingers against the edge of my flared glans.

"Want to see what happens when I do it?" He asked.

My ears must've pricked forward suddenly, because Abe laughed. "I'll take that as a yes?"

The next few minutes were a blur of hands on cocks, heavy breathing and furtive glances towards the doorway of the shower stall, as Abe and I masturbated together. He was standing really close to me, slightly off to one side so that his dick pointed at my hip, and mine at his thigh - I suppose we could see each other properly that way. His free arm rested around my shoulders, and I could feel him trembling and tensing with pleasure as his hand rolled his foreskin back and forth rapidly over his shiny pink glans. His technique was so much smoother than mine, a steady, deliberate rhythm. Mine, by comparison, seemed frenetic and desperate as I pounded away at my little equine dick with my clenched fist, humping my flared tip through my grip for a few seconds, and then frantically tugging on it only to release it and slap it against my belly.

"Nnnnh... that's it, Jackie. I'm getting close," Abe breathed into my ear after a short while.

I squeaked nervously.

"N-no no, don't stop... keep going, I'm gonna squirt. It's gonna... nnngh... get on your fur, don't be frightened..."

His advance warning had interrupted my rhythm somewhat, such as it was, and I paused my masturbating to watch him closely. I kept playing with myself, since Abe seemed to enjoy watching me do that. I pushed my penis down and let it flick up again, squeezed it around the middle and flexed.

With a sudden grunt and a series of rough, quick strokes, Abe pulled back firmly on his foreskin, and tilted his penis down, pointing it straight at mine.

"C-cumming!" He grunted, through gritted teeth.

I gasped as his body convulsed, and a series of warm, rhythmic squirts of something creamy and white erupted from his penis right onto mine! He mashed his glans firmly against my blunt, swollen flare, coating it with his jizz, and moved his shaft around to splatter my hips and tummy with it too.

When he was done, he straightened up, and grinned.

"Whoa. Th-that's meant to happen to mine, t-too?" I murmured.

"Uh huh. It'll happen eventually, Jackie. It won't be much to begin with, maybe a drop or two. I remember when I was your age, the best I could do was a tiny drip of clear stuff. I couldn't cum white until I was thirteen, I think."

Before I could respond, Abe had sunk to his knees in front of me, and smirked up at me. He looked so hot in that moment, kneeling on the floor of a public convenience in front of me as steam rose around us. Less threatening than when he was looming over me, I realised later. His hands came up to my hips, and he gently pulled me forward until my penis was inches from his short, whiskered muzzle.

"Wh-what're you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to clean up my mess, of course. It's only good manners," he gave me a little half-grin, and ran his tongue along his upper lip.

I wasn't sure where to put my hands, so I kinda just held them up near my chest at first. I felt his fingers on my penis again, and this time he was obviously angling it towards his mouth. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my glans, and I clapped a hand over my muzzle to hold in a bray of surprise! That felt nice. Warm and slick. And his tongue felt even better, when he started tenderly licking my hyper-sensitive little mushroom.

His thumbs dug into the peaks of my hips a little, and then his palms moved around to cup my butt cheeks, pulling me forward against him. I stumbled, and my hands fell to his shoulders. A pleased chirp came from Abe, and I kept them there, as he took steadily more of my penis into his mouth, until he'd engulfed the whole thing, and a flex from me caused it not to slap my belly, but rather to surge upward and tap the roof of Abe's mouth. He sucked gently on it, bathing me with his tongue, and after a few minutes it became clear he was doing more than just cleaning up his mess...

My eyelids drooped, and I started to genuinely enjoy myself in a much more unguarded way. His mouth moved back and forth on my cock, and I felt myself flare over and over as he worked me. His fingertips parted my buttocks, and I felt his fingertips massage my back entrance - that made me feel weird, so I tried to focus on how good he made my penis feel, instead.

I didn't last long. I mean hell, I'm an equine, and I was eleven, and I was horny as fuck. I can't remember exactly how long I lasted, but it couldn't have been more than half a minute, not in such a blatantly public place like that. Any longer and we'd surely have been walked in on. I trembled and brayed and my hooves skittered on the floor and Abe held me up with his hands on my butt as my dick pulsed and throbbed and tingled in his mouth, and my hips drove it as deep as it would go. He sucked firmly on it as he withdrew, until my flare passed his lips with a wet pop, dropping limply between my thighs as it shrunk.

"Heh, you're right, you're a dry cummer still," Abe commented, rising smoothly to his feet.

***

We dried off and dressed together, and I was more than a little shocked to see the sun sinking towards the horizon as we walked out of the musty, humid public shower into the fresh air. How long had we been in there for? An hour? Two? I honestly didn't know, it seemed to have all been a blur. In hindsight it was a fucking miracle no one walked in on us.

Abe hugged me tightly as we parted ways, and I squirmed and strained in his arms awkwardly. It didn't seem to matter, a hug in public from someone still made me hard, and so soon after such an intensely sexual experience it was really sensitive and painful.

"See you next week?" I said.

"I'd like to see you sooner than that," Abe came back, smooth as silk.

I blushed from my ears to my fetlocks, and opened and closed my mouth a few times.

"M-my mom works all d-day d-d-during the week..."

Abe's eyebrows raised. "And your dad?"

A deep breath, and I shrugged. "I don't have a dad."

I didn't even stammer on that statement. I remember that clear as day. Abe's expression didn't change, but he put a hand on my shoulder. "So aside from our swimming lessons, what else do you do? School?"

I shook my head. "I d-don't start school here f-for another month, until after the s-summer break ends."

Abe grinned, slowly and toothily. Jackpot, he probably thought.

"Well then... what're your plans for tomorrow? I've got nothing on, and I'll probably spend it thinking about you anyway..."

I squirmed, but my heart was pounding. Someone actually liked me! I was so excited that I agreed on the spot to meet him, and even gave him my address. I made sure to tell him when Mom would be out, too, and at no point did even a glimmer of doubt cross my mind.

God, I was a dumb kid.