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"I'm glad Doug and Rex want to make this a regular thing."

I sat in the passenger seat and listened to Kurt talk. The Doberman was chatting excitedly about the fun we had on the beach with Doug and Rex. The evening had indeed been good; Doug had cooked burgers, sausages and shrimps on the stove. "I miss doing beach barbecues," the Dingo explained. "It's something I did a lot in Australia." "Well, it's a welcome import you've brought along," Kurt replied as Doug cleared the plates. "We don't actually have shrimps in Australia," Doug said. "I have no idea where that came from." "Don't you say something about that in I'm Sorry I'm Your Roommate, or the one episode of it I watched?" Kurt asked. "It went something like I'm gonna put a shrimp on the barby." "Oh no, don't," Doug sighed. "I get enough people saying that line to me in the supermarket, along with Sorry I'm Your Roommate!" "What's it like having people recognise you?" I asked, wondering if the same would happen to me once my underwear shoots became public. "I can offer two pieces of advice," Doug replied. "One, make sure you don't get lumbered with an annoying catchphrase, two make sure your character shares the same name as you because that's what people shout when they recognise you in the street." "When you work as a model you get mostly gay or bi guys coming up to you to say they think you're cool, or husbands walking along with their wives who look at you and their ears go red with recognition," Kurt added. "Thankfully no one shouts catch phrases though." "We should invent some," Doug said. "Kurt, yours can be Stubby Arse." "Stubby ass? That's not a catchphrase, that's a nickname" Kurt sighed. "And not a very good one." "Yeah, okay then Mr Technical Pants," Doug replied, rolling his eyes. "Is that your catchphrase?" Kurt teased. "I know how we can settle this, a wrestling match," Doug grinned. "You really wanna try that?" Kurt laughed. "Okay then." Rex and I watched as Kurt and Doug jumped to their hind-paws and began circling each other growling.

A second later both canines were grappling at each other while Rex and I watched. I felt my dick stiffen inside my speedo at the sight, and I glanced over at Rex to see the Alsatian also had a defined bulge in his swim briefs. "Should we stop them?" I asked. "In a minute," Rex replied, watching the wrestling match with a transfixed expression. It wasn't a very quick contest as Kurt soon had Doug pinned down on his front with his arms behind his back. The Dingo wriggled and kicked but Kurt maintained his grip. "So, I think we're going to agree that my catch phrase is not Stubby Ass," Kurt growled into Doug's ear while grinding the bulge in his speedo into the seat of the Dingo's swim briefs. "Okay, I'm sorry mate," Doug replied. "It should be Nubby Arse, since you have a nub." Kurt growled and pushed Doug further into the sand. "Okay, okay you won't have a catchphrase," Doug said, writhing about. "Nickname," Kurt growled, giving Doug a friendly slap on the butt before jumping back up to his hind-paws. "I hope you didn't mind me teaching your boyfriend a lesson?" He added to Rex. "Not at all, it was hot," Rex grinned, showing off the obvious bulge in his speedo. "Aw bloody hell," Doug sighed as he stood up to reveal his front was completely covered in sand. "And I don't know why you're grinning Rex, I'm gonna be recreating that with you on the bottom when we get home." The bulge in Rex's swim briefs became more pronounced as Doug spoke. "I don't think that's a punishment," I laughed.

I chuckled as I thought back to the escapades on the beach while Kurt continued driving. "I'm glad you had fun," Kurt grinned as we pulled up to our apartment block. We climbed out of the car and made our way indoors. I was still wearing my swimsuit under my shorts and I knew Kurt was doing the same. We went straight up to the apartment and Kurt took me in his strong arms and kissed my muzzle. "Let's make dinner," he said. "But first." The Doberman stripped out of his shirt and shorts. I grinned as I copied him. I stood and watched Kurt's butt flex as he walked to the kitchen. "Shall we make spätzle?" Kurt asked. "My grandma makes it sometimes, oh I should arrange for you to meet her when we next see my parents, if you're comfortable with that?" "Sure, to the pasta and meeting your grandma that is," I replied. Kurt did the usual, albeit sexy routine of putting on some music and gyrating about in his swim briefs as he prepared dinner. My phone vibrated and I retrieved it from my shorts pocket. It was my father. I sighed, opening the message.

Alec,

I understand if you are avoiding me. But I thought I'd let you know that tomorrow I'm going to be at Lil's café after work tomorrow. If you want to chat there I can wait, but if not it's fine.

_ Your father._

I mulled the idea over in my head. I knew Lil's was a greasy café near to where he worked. My father sometimes stopped there after work. "You okay bud?" Kurt called from the range. "You know I'm starting to strongly consider the idea of hosting a cooking show in my swimwear." I responded with a grin as I threw my phone down. Kurt hadn't seen me holding it and I didn't want him asking me questions about my father. Part of me was wondering if I should try seeing him again.

But remember how it went last time.

Yeah, probably a bad idea. I walked back over to the kitchen area and wrapped my arms and Kurt's muscular chest as the Doberman watched over the range. I couldn't help but grin as I ground the outline of my sheath into the rear of his swim briefs. "Oh, so that's how the Coyote wants to play," Kurt chuckled. "We'll resume after dinner, fetch a couple of plates please bud." I set the plates out as Kurt dished the spätzle. "This is really good," I said, eating a mouthful of it. "I'm glad you approve," Kurt replied. "I haven't made it in some time so I'm glad it holds up." I still felt quite full after the barbecue, but the pasta was tasty so I kept eating until my plate was clean.

Kurt carried the dishes away and I surreptitiously checked my phone. There were no more messages from my father. I guessed he was leaving it up to me as to whether I wanted to go and meet him or not. I also cursed at the fact my mother had barely been a feature in my life in the last few days, yet was causing so much damage from afar. "Is something wrong bud?" Kurt asked. I glanced up to see the Doberman looking at me with an expression of concern. "Yeah, yeah I'm good," I claimed, forcing a wag from my tail. "You looked kinda mad for a second," Kurt said. "I'm good," I insisted. "If you say so," Kurt replied, before a smile spread across his muzzle. "We could grab a shower if you like?" "I like that idea," I grinned. Kurt responded by wiggling his behind as he grabbed my paw. I glanced at his butt and saw his ass flex and perk in his speedo as he wiggled his nub. I reached down and slipped a paw down the back of his swim briefs to feel his firm behind. "Sorry dude, I couldn't resist," I chuckled. Kurt growled playfully in my ear as we reached the bathroom. I watched as the Doberman gyrated and arched his ass against my bulge as he reached out to turn the water on. Kurt turned slightly to shot me his trademark grin as he eased his speedos down his ass, showing off the heart shaped tan patch. "I'm glad I finally got to put my dancing skills to good use," he laughed as I pulled my swim suit off and followed him under the water.

We shared a long kiss as the water cascaded over us and I could feel my cock protruding from its sheath. Kurt knelt down and kissed the tip, causing me to moan out loud. Kurt grinned as he kneaded my balls, causing my cock to emerge further, before he reached for the soap and began massaging it over my chest. "I always enjoy doing this," I grinned, although my father's message began occupying the back of my mind again. Kurt rinsed the soap off me before letting out a yawn. "Let's go lay down," he suggested, shutting off the water and shaking himself dry.

Kurt took me by the paw and we lay down on the bed, kissing and stroking each other. I wasn't sure I was in the mood for sex, so I cuddled up to Kurt's muscular chest. "Are you sure nothing is the matter?" Kurt asked. "You went from frisky to tired pretty quickly." "Honestly, I was feeling a little rattled as my father messaged again," I sighed. "He was saying I could see him if I wanted to." "Don't," Kurt cut in sharply. "He said I didn't have to, but the offer was there," I added. "Alec, remember what happened last time," Kurt warned. "I know," I sighed. "Admittedly, part of me wants to see if he is being genuine." "Alec please don't," Kurt said firmly. His brown eyes pleaded with me. "I thought you were going to just ignore him." "I feel torn," I admitted. "I want to ignore him, but part of me can't. Y'know, I'm going to sleep on it and see how I feel tomorrow." Kurt sighed and looked out of the window as he thought of what to say. "Okay, I can't stop you. But if you go, and I really hope you don't, I want to come to," he eventually said. I wasn't sure if Kurt being in the background was a good idea, but on the other hand I didn't like the idea of being away from my boyfriend if the situation turned out to be a repeat of what had happened with Justin and Charlene where I'd become trapped.

Kurt turned out the light and slid back under the covers. I allowed the Doberman to wrap his strong arms around me and hold me close. I wrapped the covers around us, trying to fall asleep. I could hear Kurt's breathing grow deeper as he slowly drifted off. Sleep eventually came to me.

I knew I hadn't had any dreams as the next thing I knew the sun was peeping in through the window. The bedside clock said it was ten am. We had slept in but I didn't mind, we didn't have a shoot to get to. Kurt was sleeping soundly next to me, his muscular chest rose and fell under the covers. I didn't want to wake the Doberman so I shuffled quietly out of bed to go to the bathroom. My phone was still in the kitchen but there was no sign of any messages from my father. I weighed the phone in my paw, sighed and began typing a message back. A simple;

Okay. I'll be there.

I went back to bed and slid beneath the covers next to Kurt.

What the hell have you just done?

I wanted to go back and somehow stop the message from being sent, but I knew it was too late. Kurt stirred and yawned. His brown eyes slowly opened and he smiled at me. "Mornin' bud," he said, giving me a kiss on the muzzle. "Did you sleep well?" "I did," I replied, forcing a smile. Kurt smiled back before stretching and flexing his muscles. "I texted my father back," I blurted out. "What?" Kurt said, now wide awake. "What did you say?" "That I'd see him," I mumbled. Kurt's cropped ears splayed and he let out a sigh. "Oh boy," he said. "Well, I guess you made your mind up." I wasn't sure what to say. I hated seeing Kurt looking so sad, so I merely nodded in response. "Promise me this though, if he's drunk or starts shouting just walk away," Kurt said firmly. "I will," I replied. I didn't want to deal with my father being drunk again, it was unnerving but also incredibly embarrassing for Kurt to have to witness.

Kurt volunteered to make breakfast and I followed him to the kitchen. The Doberman chatted away but I found it hard to concentrate. I was glad we had woken up later so it meant waiting less agonizing hours until I had to go to Sulston. "You remind me of the last time we went to your parents," Kurt eventually sighed. "Sorry," I replied. "Please keep talking though." Kurt paused, smiled and kept talking. I glanced over and noticed him perking his bare ass in my direction. "I thought that would get your attention," the Doberman chuckled. "Kurt, could you tell me more about the military?" I asked. "Sure," the Doberman shrugged as he began beating some eggs. "What would you like to know?" "I guess, well, how did you face fear in a combat situation?" "Hmm, fear is always there, but you couldn't let it cloud your judgement," Kurt replied slowly. "You need to focus on the task at hand, work as a team, help your friends and let them help you." "I see," I replied. "Fear can be good, as it keeps you alert," Kurt continued. "But you learn to master it, to not let it overcome you." "I wonder if that's what I should do with my family?" I pondered. "Are you afraid of them?" Kurt asked. "Not really, no," I replied carefully. "I find my father sad and a bit pathetic when he's drunk. My mother can shout but her bark is worse than her bite." "It's the thought of going that's making you afraid?" Kurt mused. "Yeah," I sighed. "Not so much the event itself." "In a war situation, hectic situations have a habit of sneaking up out of nowhere, or so the guys on the very frontline said," Kurt continued. "But I felt nervous about being deployed for the first time. When I got there it wasn't as bad as I thought. Well, it wasn't a vacation, there was an element of danger. But I shared laughs and good times with my buddies." "Perhaps once I get this meeting over, I'll feel better," I wondered. "Aha, and as I keep saying, take comfort in me, Doug, Rex, Chadwick, Reggie and Tobias. We all love you," Kurt said as he set the plates down. I smiled and kissed Kurt on the muzzle before we started eating.

Kurt had prepared scrambled eggs with salmon and bagels. It was delicious and I ate it quickly while Kurt kept talking. "We should watch a movie?" The Doberman suggested. "I like that idea," I replied. "You choose, I'll be happy with whatever." Kurt selected a sixties spy movie which featured a Border Collie secret agent going to the Bahamas to recover some stolen nuclear missiles. I had seen the movie before and enjoyed it, but as the time to drive to Sulston approached, my focus on the television screen began to drift away. Kurt grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around us as we reclined on the sofa. I snuggled up to his naked and muscular body as I tried to keep my attention on the movie, but the thought of seeing my father again kept seeping in and out of my mind.

Eventually, I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. "We'd better get ready to go," I sighed. Kurt stopped the movie. "We'll finish it when we get home," he replied, giving me a kiss. We walked to the bedroom and I allowed myself a moment to appreciate Kurt's fine ass before it disappeared under his briefs and jeans. I dressed myself and followed my boyfriend out to the Lotus. We sat in silence as we drove through San Amador and out to the freeway. Like last time, the sun seemed to disappear behind the clouds and the sky went a dull grey.

Foreshadowing?

Kurt put the radio on, but I didn't pay much attention to the music. After driving for two hours we reached the dreary outskirts of Sulston and I began directing Kurt back towards my father's garage. I shivered as we passed the high school and the rows of tired looking houses with unkempt lawns. "I don't like being back here," I sighed. Kurt opened his mouth as if he wanted to make a point, but he stopped himself. "He's going to be in a café called Lil's," I explained. Kurt nodded as I directed him past the garage and to a small strip mall of dull looking stores. There was a convenience store, a shady looking bar, a bowling alley and Lil's was sitting at the end. Kurt parked the Lotus outside and I noticed a pair of scraggly looking Setters sitting outside the convenience store on bikes. They eyed the Lotus up but seemed to think better of doing or saying anything as Kurt climbed out. I felt grateful having the tall and muscular Doberman with me. I pushed open the door to Lil's and the scent of coffee and greasy food hit my nose. My father was sitting near the front window. He was dressed in faded jeans and worn shirt. His face looked tired and his ears were droopy. "Hello father," I said curtly as Kurt and I sat opposite him. "Hello Alec," my father replied, glancing up with an embarrassed expression on his face. "I'm sorry I uh, called the way I was yesterday." "It's okay," I replied, although I still felt cautious. "What did you want to talk about?" "I'm started to wonder if I want a relationship like yours," my father sighed. "Meaning?" I replied, wondering what he was getting at. My father paused and took a deep breath.

"Away from your mother."