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Head's up, this story is a long one and a slow-burner at just over 33K words!

CW: This story contains depictions of a character's fantasized sexual acts with underage characters, although no real sexual activity will occur, and the underage themes won't be the main focus of the story. And as a personal disclaimer, I do not condone sexual activity with minors at all--this is just the story that's being told. Additional kinks include watersports, urethral sounding, bondage, e-stim, dirty talk, feet, and incest themes.

"That's better, much better! Great form, Candice! Pick it up, Logan, follow Candice's lead!" Patrick Lin called, clapping his hands.

The tall, thickset snow leopard stood by the bench next to the track, watching as the raccoon tried closing the distance between himself and the lioness on the far side of the circuit; Candice Copeland approached the next hurdle and leapt almost effortlessly over it. Logan Greene followed a few seconds after her, getting close to matching her leading leg placement, but his footing and landing stance was still off enough for him to make the hurdle wobble just a little; it wouldn't have mattered to the casual passerby, but Patrick's trained eye knew what to look for.

"Too low, Logan, tuck your trailing leg in some more!"

As if on cue for the next hurdle, Candice over exaggerated her leap and tucked in her trailing leg to demonstrate. "Good, Candice, good!"

Patrick watched Logan approach the hurdle and jump--the snow leopard's tail twitched in anticipation as the raccoon brought his leg in closer, just right. The hurdle stayed still as he landed smoothly--his footing matching Candice's now--and he continued on the track.

"Better! Good job, Logan, just like that!" Patrick yelled, pumping his fist in the air.

The coach watched the two runners complete another circuit, calling out encouragement and opportunities to improve as they raced. When they reached the far side of the track again, he checked his stopwatch and noted their pace times before blowing the whistle that hung from the lanyard around his neck. "Alright, bring it home!"

The lioness and the raccoon sprinted past the remaining hurdles, matching each other for speed. Patrick grinned as he realized how close it was going to be. He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out the green and red insulated water bottles, then walked onto the track, positioning himself in the lane between the ones occupied by his students. Patrick watched the approach and held up the water bottles over the appropriate lanes--green for Candice, red for Logan.

Their footfalls grew louder and louder as they pounded the polyurethane track, and Patrick watched them both reach for the bottles.

Candice yanked hers out of Patrick's grasp first as she sailed past, followed by only a fraction of a second by Logan. Patrick turned to watch them slow, gasping for breath as they first squeezed the cold water over their heads, then drank.

"Great job, you two, you've been knocking it out," Patrick told the raccoon and lioness as he patted them both on their shoulders. His firm hand lingered for a second longer on Logan's drenched back before he pulled it back.

Logan lifted his tank to rub the sweat from his face--Patrick caught a glimpse of his flat stomach under the raised fabric. "Sorry about the leg," he mumbled before taking another sip.

"Hey, you got it right, just keep practicing your lift and you won't even think about it," his coach said breezily. Patrick looked over at Candice. "How much have you been training without me?"

Candice grinned and shrugged. "Maybe another couple days a week? Got nothing better to do."

"Apart from getting ready for your exams, right?"

Candice rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, you know I'm never gonna need trigonometry."

"You are if you want to stay on the team," Patrick told her. Candice groaned as he mockingly pleaded, "Just a passing grade, please? Can you do that for me?"

"No promises," she told him, smirking.

"And you're going to need at least a B if you want to come to the party," Patrick reminded her. He nodded at Logan. "Same for you with Chemistry. Mrs. Pooler told me about your last lab summary."

Now it was Logan's turn to roll his eyes. "I'm telling you, she just doesn't like me! I did everything right, but--"

"Or you could ask her for help," Patrick said over him with a wink.

Logan guffawed. "Yeah right."

Patrick shrugged. "It's up to you, but I want to see at least a B in red ink on your exam if you're coming over."

"Is there going to be another bonfire like last year?" Candice asked after another drink of water.

"I haven't decided," Patrick admitted. "It did make a ton of smoke and it was hard to breathe, but we'll see."

The three of them continued chatting about Patrick's party as they cleared the hurdles from the track. Each year, Patrick, the track and field coach for Grafton County High School, would host two block parties: the Memorial Day party, which would kick off summer vacation for his neighbors and the students he coached (as well as give his seniors a fun opportunity to say goodbye to their younger teammates), and the Labor Day party, which would ease everyone back into the academic year and give his new athletes a chance to meet and mingle with the veterans. They were the two major events of the year that everyone made sure to keep on their calendars--Patrick's pool and yard were large enough for about 30 people, but twice that many would end up trying to squeeze in for the swimming, water gun fights, cookout, beer for the adults, cornhole and giant Jenga, music, dessert potluck, sparklers, and watermelon eating competition; Gloria Wickham had won the last three competitions, and Patrick knew that she'd been practicing for this year's contest to keep the giant trophy in her house.

After clearing the track and storing the hurdles in the equipment shed, Patrick let Logan and Candice go--it was a hot Saturday, the second-to-last of the school year, and he didn't want to interfere with their other plans for the day or their studies as they drew closer to their final exams.

Candice was a rising senior and Patrick had been stressing how important it was for her to keep her grades good; she was a strong, talented runner, willing to put the work in and make amazing strides, but as much as she'd want to go to college on a track and field scholarship, she'd need to maintain at least a B average going into senior year to qualify, and her Achilles heel had always been mathematics--Patrick had spent more than a few afternoons working with her math teachers to arrange tutoring sessions, and while Candice might not feel like it, she was making slow and steady improvement; it was just a matter of believing in herself.

As for Logan, who was so close to finishing his freshman year, Patrick could tell that he was caught at a crossroads and unsure of what to do: he clearly loved the sport and was academically gifted, but trying to juggle between the two was tripping him up, almost literally on the field today and metaphorically in Chemistry. The best Patrick could do to help was to be there to listen and offer non-judgmental advice; if the boy didn't want to be on the team, then who was Patrick to make him feel bad about it? From the beginning, the coach had told Logan to do what felt right and what was best for him, but it seemed the youngster was still figuring that out. But on some level, Patrick was glad to still have Logan on the team, at least for the time being. The boy did provide some...interesting eye candy.

Patrick, no, don't think about that, he told himself as he watched Logan and Candice walk together to the lioness's Lexus NX. Logan's gait made his tail swish lightly back and forth over the damp, blue shorts that tightly clung to his rump, and when he reached Candice's car, Patrick saw the raccoon peel off his sweaty tank to exchange it with a clean shirt from his bag. Hooo, boy...

The snow leopard sighed and trudged back to the athletics building while Candice and Logan drove off. In the gym hallway, Patrick walked past the wall-mounted glass display cases containing cups, plaques, medals, and trophies that bore the names of dozens of students he had coached to victory in the years he'd been with the school.

Patrick then turned left next to the locker rooms and entered his office, where the walls were adorned with pictures of the teams he had worked with, framed photos of particularly memorable students he had developed bonds with, and plaques engraved with his name, tokens of appreciation and recognition. Patrick closed the door behind him, deposited his bag next to his metal desk, and sank into his swivel chair. On the desk lay a small stack of paperwork he still needed to complete: entry forms, waivers, medical clearance documents, parental consent forms, and athlete statements for summer and fall track and field competitions. He'd already started on the forms for his more veteran team members, it was just a matter of filling out the rest.

Patrick sighed and took up his pen, then sifted through the papers, grouping them by student and writing in names, dates, phone numbers, and other requirements where necessary...until he reached the forms for Logan Greene.

Unbidden, the image of the raccoon's revealed stomach, his exposed torso, his swaying tail, and the supple feeling of his back under the snow leopard's hand came flooding back to Patrick's mind. And even before today, he'd watched how Logan ran, trying to improve his agility and grace; he'd seen the boy hunched over a classroom desk, deep in thought; he'd accidentally walked in on the raccoon in nothing but a pair of compression shorts, leaving very little to the imagination. Indeed, Patrick's own shorts began to feel just a little bit tighter, and he could feel his pulse quicken. He closed his eyes and intentionally inhaled, calming himself and trying to will the memories away.

The memories shifted and turned into a cohesive narrative, one where Logan was asking for help and was inexplicably only wearing a thin towel wrapped around his waist. Patrick, for some unknown reason, followed the boy into the locker room showers and gently tugged the towel away, revealing a prize that he hadn't seen, that he could only imagine. Patrick somehow started kissing the boy, his large hands tracing over every inch, from his neck and collarbone down along his pectorals, delicately tracing the outlines of the young muscles that led to his shoulders, and then along that fine, subtle curve of his spine and back, down to reach just below his lifted tail...

No, he's not even sixteen yet, cut this out, a part of Patrick said to himself.

It's not even real, it's just a fantasy, another part pointed out. Why not indulge just a little?

But it's so wrong, he trusts me, he looks up to me. I'm not supposed to do this kind of thing.

You're not even actually doing anything to him. And it's not like he or anyone else is going to know.

Patrick opened his eyes, not realizing that his free hand had drifted down below his desk and was lightly rubbing the growing bulge in his shorts. He looked at his office door, noticing that it was still unlocked. He froze for a moment, debating with himself.

Come on, just to get yourself some relief.

Patrick stood--ignoring the tent in his crotch for a moment--reached over to the door handle, and turned the lock. Before he sat back down, he unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them and his boxer briefs down to his knees.

---

"You sure you're alright holding down the fort here?" Patrick asked over the music. He held a beer in his hand and watched as Tina Lemore expertly spread the burgers, hot dogs, and vegetable kebabs on the grill rack--the food began to sizzle and smoke beautifully over the coals.

"Please, it's the least I can do," Tina, a tall hyena wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt and white capris, replied. "Besides, I can wrangle one of your students to help out. Go enjoy, be a good host."

"If you're sure," Patrick said, hesitant.

"Get out of here!" Tina shooed him away with the tongs.

Patrick grinned and turned away to survey the revelry: The Memorial Day party was in full swing as music played on the speakers set around the yard, some of the neighbors sat with their feet in the pool, others played with Patrick's new lawn bowling set or the cornhole boards, and some of his students had already made themselves at home in the deep end of the pool, relaxing with their cans of soda on tubes and floats. Patrick wore a white shirt with his blue swim trunks and grabbed a fistful of chips from the snack table before circulating around the party.

The keg of Witbier sat under one of the tailgating tents he'd set up, and a cluster of the neighborhood dads had congregated next to it, talking about the hot sports news or the latest family drama. They raised their red cups to Patrick as he checked in and chatted; he gave his "professional opinion" about the odds of their favorite football teams making it to the Viper Bowl and caught up with them about their kids. For example, Kabir Patel had apparently caught his son, Aresh, smoking cigarettes again, and Lars Nilsson was fighting with his wife, Mia, about sending their daughter, Lisbeth, to Faywood Preparatory or Grafton County Middle School. Patrick offered his advice (talk with Aresh about what was going on and Grafton County was underfunded, but Faywood Prep was notoriously strict with their dress code) and, after mingling with them like a proper host, stepped away to keep moving around the party.

Privately, Patrick was grateful that a group of the dads were stationed by the keg; he enjoyed having his high school athletes at this event, but he knew they'd be tempted to sneak a few cups of beer from the keg, and having nine pairs of watchful eyes could help deter them. Granted, some of them had probably already snuck a few drinks from their own parents at home before coming over, but Patrick wasn't about to let them get any more boozy on his property.

At the second tailgating tent he'd placed on the far side of his yard, Patrick stopped in to see a few of his students taking it in turns to make tie-dyed shirts and snowcones for each other; recent graduates Philip Lachlan and Denise Hardy sat close together as they collaborated on a shirt, dyeing a swirled heart pattern of yellow and orange, while Dominic LaSalle, a new addition to the team, talked animatedly with rising juniors Lenesha and Leona Mason, and rising senior Olivia Carvey was putting the finishing touches of blue raspberry flavoring on a rainbow snowcone for Carla Reyes. As Patrick approached, Denise looked up and gasped.

"Coach Lin!" She sprang up and rushed over to hug him.

"Hey, how're we doing over here?" Patrick asked, returning the hug.

Denise let go and bounced on her feet, obviously eager to share important news with him. "Did you hear? I got in!"

Patrick's eyebrows rose. "To Carter-Preston?"

Denise nodded excitedly.

"Yeah, I knew you could do it!" Patrick raised his hand for a high-five, which Denise met with a loud slap. "Congratulations, I'm so proud of you!"

"Your recommendation letter helped a ton," Denise beamed. "My mom started crying when she saw the acceptance packet they sent, she was, like, completely beside herself!"

"Hey, that's all you, all your hard work," Patrick told her encouragingly. He nodded over to Philip. "Hey, mister shot put, does CPU want you, too?"

Philip grinned sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah, full ride."

Patrick dropped his jaw dramatically. "What?! When were you going to tell me? Get over here, man!"

The beefy ram rose and, unable to contain his smile, leaned into the snow leopard for a hug along with Denise. Patrick squeezed them both tight, whispering, "I am so proud of you both, you're going to be magnificent."

When he released them, he saw Denise wipe her misty eyes. He raised his beer to them, and his other students followed suit with their sodas and snow cones. "Let's hear it for the next Olympic champions for men's shot put and women's javelin throw!" The group cheered and drank as they toasted the couple going to their dream university together.

"Are Candice and Logan coming?" Dominic asked when they finished. "We've got to get a pic with them and the rest of the team."

Patrick consulted his watch; the party had only been going for about 45 minutes, there was still time. "I think they might be rolling up here soon, provided they did alright on their exams."

Of course, Patrick had been checking the student records since the last day of Final Exam Week, but Chemistry for Logan and Trigonometry for Candice had remained stubbornly unfilled. He'd resisted the urge to track them down at school, and they were taking a break from training for a couple weeks before starting the summer track and field clinic he helped coach for, so he hadn't heard from either of them about their exam results.

Patrick chatted with the group for a few more minutes before excusing himself and checking in with more of his guests. As he welcomed new arrivals, reconvened with Tina at the grill, and helped prep the watermelons for the upcoming watermelon eating competition, Patrick's mind couldn't help but wander back to the previous week, when he came home from the school with a long, ropey stain on his shorts.

Thankfully, nobody had seen the dried cum on his shorts on his way from the gym to his car, and he'd practically dashed from his car to his house when he returned home. When he tugged off his shorts in the laundry room, he shoved his nose into the crotch, sniffing the stain and salivating at the musky smell of his own semen and sweat. Unconsciously, he'd licked over the fabric, his tongue straining for any dregs that he hadn't been able to wipe away with the paper towels in his office. After a few more huffs, he'd washed away the evidence of his urges getting the better of him, but a part of him still felt like he'd done something terribly wrong, and he'd done his best to suppress any impure thoughts about Logan, but it was hard work...

And speaking of the boy, there he was.

Logan had just arrived with Candice, who was calling for him and waving to get his attention. Patrick gulped and quickly plastered a welcoming smile on his face as he strode over to his students.

"Glad you could make it!" Patrick called as he approached them. "Although am I going to have to kick you out?"

Candice and Logan grinned at each other before they each pulled something out from behind their backs: stapled pieces of paper with red ink on them.

"Alright, let's see it." He held a hand out for Candice--she placed her graded exam in it and, on top of her thin handwriting, he saw a bold, red 92%. "Wow, congratulations!" He high-fived her with his free hand.

"I tried for a B, I really did," Candice chuckled as she took the exam back from him. "Guess I'm just too good, you're stuck with me now."

Patrick winked at her. "You did great, Candice, I knew you had it in you." He shifted his gaze to the raccoon. "Alright, Logan, how about you?"

The boy placed his exam face-down in Patrick's hand--when he turned it over, he saw a green 87 at the top of the page. "Nicely done! And you thought Mrs. Pooler was going to fail you on principle."

"I didn't want to give her the satisfaction." Logan shook his head with a smile.

Patrick handed the exam back to Logan. "Welcome to the party, both of you!" He stood to the side, allowing them to take in the rest of the view as he pointed areas out. "We've got food over there that Miss Tina's working on, the gang's been splitting their time between the pool and the tie-dye station we've got set up, drinks are over there in the coolers for you, feel free to play some cornhole or whatever strikes you--we can eat whenever, just grab something from Miss Tina, and snacks are over there, too."

"Thanks so much, Coach Lin!" Candice hugged him tightly.

"Yeah, thanks a ton, Coach!" Logan joined in, and Patrick felt his heart jump for a moment before he remembered himself and lightly rubbed both Candice and Logan on their backs.

"Hey, it's my pleasure," he told them. "Go have some fun, I'll be around."

Patrick watched as the two of them joined their teammates for snow cones--he had to force himself to tear his gaze away from Logan, who immediately began talking with Dominic. Patrick shook his head to himself and meandered back over to the tent with the keg, where Kabir had picked up a football and was lightly tossing it back and forth with Doug Whitmore and Amy Yamato.

"Hey, room for one more?" Patrick asked, motioning with his hands for the ball.

"Yeah! Let's spread out some," Doug proposed, backing away from the tent--Kabir and Amy followed suit while Doug threw the ball to Patrick, who passed it to Kabir, who lobbed it to Amy. Amy hurled the ball like a torpedo back to Patrick, while Kabir and Doug tried moving in front of each other.

"Go long!" Patrick called to Kabir, and he threw. Kabir ran to catch the football--it struck the ground and bounced before landing in his hands. Kabir threw back to Doug, then from Doug to Amy, Amy to Kabir, Kabir to Patrick; they all alternated like that for about ten minutes, simply enjoying the music, the occasional splash of someone jumping into the pool, and making light conversation when they were close enough.

"Coming at you, Doug!" Amy called, throwing the ball in a high arc that sailed over the fence separating Patrick's yard from his next door neighbor's.

"Damn, you should go pro!" Kabir called.

"Sorry, I'll get it," Amy started.

"No worries, y'all keep the party going, I got it!" Patrick hustled to the gate that led from his yard to the driveway.

"Thanks!" Amy called.

Patrick exited his yard and looked to his right at the house next door--a large moving van was parked in the driveway next to a blue Ford Focus, and Patrick could hear someone shuffling around in the van.

"Hello?" he called.

Something heavy dropped to the floor of the van. "Oh, hello?" came the cautious response.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Patrick said as he walked around to the back of the van, where he saw an orange rabbit in a gray, loose-fitting tank top and dark blue gym shorts. A cardboard box, which he must have just dropped, sat next to his foot. "Ah, I didn't know anyone was moving in today."

"What? Oh, yeah, I guess I'm the newbie on the block," the rabbit replied with a smile.

"I mean, I didn't know the house was even on the market," Patrick noted.

"Oh, no, it's just a rental," the rabbit quickly explained. "The owner didn't have a sign out because she didn't want to advertise too loud or anything; I think she wanted a quieter tenant. Like me."

"Well, then I guess today wasn't a great day to move in, I'm kind of the loud guy in the neighborhood," Patrick chuckled. "We've got a party going on at my place next door."

"Oh, you must be Patrick!" the rabbit said, his eyebrows rising in comprehension. "Yeah, she was telling me that your parties are the big things for the summer."

Patrick grinned. "Yep, that's me--Patrick Lin. And, sorry, you're..."

"Seth, Seth Mason." The rabbit walked to Patrick and knelt down, reaching his hand out. Patrick gripped Seth's hand firmly and couldn't help but notice the significant amount of thigh that showed from under the rabbit's gym shorts as he crouched.

"Great to meet you, Seth," Patrick told him as he shook his hand. "And I'm really sorry to be a bad neighbor on your first day here."

"You mean the party? Nah, it's all good."

"Well, we actually lost a ball over the fence between our yards," Patrick said sheepishly. "Would you mind if I went into your yard to grab it?"

"Oh! Oh yeah, go for it!" Seth nodded.

"Thanks! I'll be right back," Patrick said.

"I'll be here," Seth grinned as he turned back to his boxes--Patrick caught a glimpse of his short tail above the taught, smooth cheeks clearly outlined under the gym shorts before he also turned and made for the gate to the rabbit's yard.

Seth's backyard was substantially smaller than Patrick's, but there was still a fair amount of well-maintained lawn space with patio furniture, a small greenhouse, and a hot tub. Patrick surveyed the yard and there, next to the recliner by the sliding glass door, sat the football.

As Patrick approached the ball, he saw that the door that led out to the patio also led in to what looked like the living room. Patrick picked up the ball and, his curiosity getting the better of him, took a moment to peer through the glass--moving boxes crowded along the walls, it looked like a couch had been pushed next to a kitchen counter, and Patrick's eyebrows rose when his gaze settled on four poles welded together with crossbeams and mounted hooks that looked suspiciously like...

Didn't expect to see that, but okay, Patrick thought to himself. He studied the frame for what was clearly a sex sling for a moment longer before shaking his head and trudging back to the yard gate.

When he exited Seth's yard with the football, Patrick stopped by the moving truck and called, "Got it, thanks!"

Seth still had his back turned and his hands on his hips as he debated what to move next. "Sure thing!"

Patrick paused for a moment. "Hey, if you like, you're more than welcome at my place. We've got plenty of food and drinks to go around, and the neighbors would love to welcome you."

Seth looked back at him with a smile. "Yeah? Thanks, I really appreciate it! This all is probably going to take a while, though."

Patrick nodded. "We'll be going pretty late, so come over anytime if you like; moving does take a lot, so no worries if you just want to skip and sleep instead. Although if you need anything, or just want to stop by and visit, you can come over whenever you like."

The rabbit nodded appreciatively. "I'll definitely take you up on that; it sounds like you have a pool, and I love to swim."

"Sounds great, feel free to dive right in anytime, it's always open," Patrick encouraged. He smiled before patting the football and continuing, "Well, I'd better get back to it."

"Great to meet you, Patrick."

"You too, Seth."

---

The next six hours of the party passed by in a haze for Patrick: Gloria Wickham, the beaver down the street, handily won the watermelon-eating contest, Patrick's students displayed their tie-dyed shirts and Denise and Philip gave emotional farewells to their former teammates, the first keg of Witbier was replaced with a second, at one point everyone jumped into the pool for a picture, and sparklers traced whirling paths of light through the dark after the sun had set.

And all the while, Patrick managed to keep his mind off of Logan--someone with a much shorter tail had invaded his thoughts and set the wheels of his mind turning. Maybe not in a completely obsessive and fully conscious way, but just enough to get Patrick to strike up the conversation when he'd returned from retrieving the football.

"Just met the new guy on the block," he had said off-handedly before tossing the ball to Doug.

"Oh shit, he's moving in today?" Amy had asked.

"Yeah, why?" Patrick had kept his voice casual. "I didn't even know the house was for rent. Last I saw was Dianne doing some work on it and that was it."

"Oh yeah, Diane's got it set up as an income property," Amy had responded as she caught the ball from Kabir.

"Is this her first tennant ever?" Doug had asked.

"Uh-huh. She let me know she had a guy moving in sometime this week, I didn't realize it was gonna be today," Amy had mused. "I think his name's Sam...or Sean..."

"Seth," Patrick had corrected. When Amy had nodded her head, Patrick had continued, "Did Dianne tell you what his deal is?"

Amy had shrugged before throwing the ball to Patrick, who caught it. "I think he's getting close to finishing a couple technical degrees--he used to live with his dad, and I think they're pretty close, but Diane made it sound like he was ready for something new. So I guess he's trying out living on his own."

"Did you invite him over?" Kabir had asked.

"Yeah, but he looked pretty busy, so I guess we'll see," Patrick had answered.

While Seth ultimately didn't put in an appearance at the party, during the rest of the time, Patrick couldn't help but entertain brief visions of what his newest neighbor might have gotten up to after moving in. While Patrick talked with his students before they departed, he wondered in the back of his mind if the rabbit next door was taking a cool shower. As Patrick worked with Kabir to disassemble and pack the tailgating tents, he envisioned Seth soaking in his hot tub or relaxing on the recliner on his patio. And while Patrick fished out the last of the slowly deflating floats from his pool, he imagined the rabbit sprawled out on his floor, too tired and sweaty to do anything else except rest his legs and let his chest rise and fall under his damp tank top.

Patrick didn't mind that Seth hadn't come to the party--in fact, he'd expected him not to, and Patrick reasoned that since Seth was new to the neighborhood, he probably wouldn't be too visible and would keep to himself, at least for a while. It was challenging to meet new people at his age, and Patrick guessed that Seth's first priority wasn't getting involved with a neighborhood where he was just renting.

So it came as a pleasant surprise the next morning to see Seth jogging past his house and pause to chat with Kelly Carter who was walking with her dog and daughter. It came as another pleasant surprise a week later to see him sitting with a cup of coffee in the neighborhood garden a week later and talking with Tina while she was sketching on an art pad. Patrick was also surprised to see Seth actively engaging in the neighborhood chat app, offering advice on craft projects and help with landscape work.

The next surprise, however, while neither unpleasant nor unwelcome at all, just had a little more shock value for Patrick. It had been two weeks since the Memorial Day party, and Patrick was leaving early in the morning for the first day of the annual summer track and field training clinic he helped run. He reversed out of his driveway, and as he began to pull away, he noticed Seth standing by his mailbox and sorting through his mail in a black, open robe that revealed he wore nothing underneath except a pair of white briefs--if they could be called briefs. As he drove past, Patrick's eyes darted over the garment and he realized it was closer to a thong than briefs, and the thong--hanging full and low in the bulge--was thin enough to clearly show the outline of a hefty set testicles and still-flaccid penis.

Seth must have been too tired to even notice Patrick driving by, as he kept his eyes on his mail and his head nodded listlessly.

While the the snow leopard drove to the community rec center for the clinic, his mind was stuck firmly on the image of Seth in his robe--he wasn't upset about it (far from it, based on the tightening feeling in his own shorts), he just couldn't fathom having that kind of...lack of modesty. Patrick didn't consider himself a prude, but he knew that he was just a bit more shy when it came to that kind of thing. He wished he wasn't, he wished he could let everything hang out like Seth, but what would his neighbors say if they saw him like that? Plus, he worked with so many teenagers, what kind of example would he be setting for them if he did something like what the rabbit did?

And speaking of the teenagers he worked with, as soon as Patrick pulled up at the rec center, all thoughts of Seth flew out of his mind--the parking lot was already packed with parents and their kids for clinic registration and orientation. Patrick managed to snag a parking spot around the back of the rec center and slowly made his way inside, where he saw lines forming in front of three tables, one table for each athlete division.

As he walked through the rec center to get to the gymnasium, Patrick surveyed the crowd and saw most of his students from Grafton County High School, including Logan, waiting in the line for the high school division; there were other kids from Lakewood Public High School, Remery Prep, Luther-Davison Day, and Patrick even recognized a few athletes from Alton County High School--he was surprised that they'd come to a clinic all the way in Grafton County, but then again, it made sense; if you wanted to beat your competitors, you should train with them first. Patrick smirked to himself, knowing that his students were probably already sizing up their future rivals for the fall.

It took a couple hours for registration to finish and to get through orientation, and when the parents left, it was just Patrick, five other coaches, and a gymnasium full of sleepy teenagers who most likely would've preferred to be back in their beds and enjoying their summer vacations.

Patrick and Luis Dorado, a capybara from Lakewood Public High School, worked together to corral their division of high schoolers out of their seats and out onto the track to assess their baseline performance. It took some doing and no small amount of patience on both Luis and Patrick's part, but eventually they got through all 35 runners, 5 javelin throwers, 17 shot putters and hammer and discus throwers, 9 pole vaulters, and 3 long jumpers. With their division finished, the students rested and chatted with each other on the bleachers while the first varsity middle school division took to the field and Luis and Patrick compared notes and scores to develop the rankings and training schedules for the high school division.

By the time 1 PM rolled around and parents were starting to return to pick up their kids, Patrick and Luis, along with the four other coaches, had handed out copies of clinic schedules for their divisions and made multiple speeches to reinforce their expectations of the student athletes, peppered with a few words of encouragement.

As Patrick watched the students mill around waiting for their parents, his eyes settled on Logan, who was talking with Sean Kelly and a coyote he didn't recognize. Logan was using his hands animatedly as he spoke, and Patrick couldn't help but smile softly to himself as he watched the boy. Part of him wished that Logan would talk to him like that, fully invested in their conversation, communicating with his body language...before making motions and hints of wanting to do something more with his body...

"Having a good day?" a voice next to him asked.

Patrick jumped, startled out of his reverie "Sorry, what?"

Luis grinned and clapped Patrick on his shoulder. "Didn't mean to scare you, man! You been having a good day?"

Patrick exhaled and winked at Luis. "Oh, yeah, just thinking about the extra money we're making here."

"Makes it all worth it, right? Fuck those kids, just gimme the cash, man," Luis chuckled. "But you know, the kids on your team need some work. What've you been doing to them during the school year?"

"You say that as if yours could actually finish a 100 meter hurdle without knocking anything over," Patrick playfully retorted. Talking smack was all part of the exchange before any actual conversation. "You had one who quit after seven at the last meet."

Luis rolled his eyes, slumped in on himself, and shook his head. "Don't get me started on that one. Jessie Pelton--thank god she ain't here today."

"What, you booted her ass off the team?"

"Nah, she's just a lazy little bitch, but her mom pays for the uniforms and donates to the school, so you do the math." The capybara shrugged as Patrick laughed.

"We all got those ones," Patrick told him. "Couple years back I had this one guy, Deyonte Hyde, you remember him?"

"Fucker with bad posture who broke three poles before quitting?" Luis scratched his chin.

"Yeah, his dad sponsored us for State that year, and he showed up to only two training sessions." Patrick rolled his eyes this time. "Way his dad acted at the meet, you'd think his kid shat gold and cured cancer with it."

Luis smiled as he surveyed the slowly thinning clusters of students. "Well, I think we got some good ones at the clinic this year. You gonna join us for drinks later?"

"Parker's at 5?"

Luis nodded.

"I'll be there."

Luis smiled and walked off to chat with one of the other coaches. Patrick remained, scanning for Logan again, but the raccoon was already gone for the day.

---

Four days into the clinic, Patrick could've sworn that he was repeating his first morning: as he pulled out of his driveway and started for the clinic, he passed Seth's house and there was the rabbit again, checking his mail in his open, black robe and white thong, and not looking up as Patrick drove by. The only difference was that, as Patrick drew level with him, Seth lazily reached down and scratched his exposed stomach, his eyes still sleepily on the envelopes and junk mail in his other hand.

Patrick shook his head to himself and tried to keep Seth out of his mind as he went through his day at the clinic, but it was hard work. It was the first hammer throw and steeplechase training day, and as Patrick held the hose to fill the water obstacle on the track, somehow Seth, in his robe and bulging thong, was reflected in the water's surface. As Patrick talked with the hammer throwers, Seth was lurking in the back of his mind and it took a concentrated effort for the snow leopard to not say the word "crotch." When he worked with Luis to measure the distances between the hurdles on the track, Seth was, for some reason, stretching, yawning, and scratching his stomach again.

Overall, Patrick thought he did a good enough job at keeping visions of Seth at bay, even though they popped up and distracted him for only a second--he worked with Luis to get the steeplechase runners started and the hammer throwers set to practice without any incidents. Then it was just standing to the side, shouting the occasional words of encouragement, demonstrating form, and offering advice.

However, it was the time in between all that when Patrick's mind started to wander. It certainly didn't help that Logan was running--gracefully splashing down into the water obstacle before running with the pack of other athletes and leaping over the lower hurdles--and Felix Hamden, a bear who had certainly put in more time than usual in the gym and at the buffet to bulk up, was preparing to do his hammer throw.

Patrick's imagination was taking them off the field. Somehow Logan had rolled his ankle while splashing down in the water obstacle, and he tumbled forward, thoroughly soaked. Felix had spotted him first and rushed over to help, and Patrick had asked Luis to keep an eye on the rest of the athletes while he joined the bear and raccoon. With Felix, he supported Logan and they helped him to the locker room, because...well, where else?

"I think I'll be alright, it's starting to feel a little better," Logan muttered.

"Let me at least take a closer look at it, wanna make sure it's not worse," Patrick said.

They entered the locker room and Felix and Patrick lowered Logan down onto the bench. In the fantasy, Felix decided to take off his jersey and bunch it up--he placed it under Logan's foot as a makeshift cushion, and then straddled the bench, sitting shirtless behind the still-wet raccoon as he placed his large, steadying hands on his shoulder and back. Patrick knelt down and slowly untied Logan's shoe, then pulled it and his sock off, revealing his foot. He raised it and held the ankle and heel in his hands.

"How does this feel?" he asked.

"Just--ooh--a little tender," Logan replied as he leaned back against Felix's hands.

Gently, Patrick reached to hold Logan's calf for better support and began to slowly turn his ankle from side to side to test the range of motion. "And this?"

Logan winced. "Still sore."

Patrick ran his thumb and fingers along the side of Logan's calf and ankle, then down on the sides of his foot. "Just a little roll, nothing sprained or twisted. This might help, though," he continued. He started lightly kneading Logan's ankle and foot, massaging and pressing down on just the right spots. "How's that?"

Logan moaned softly. "Better...that's feeling a lot better already." Logan pressed his foot more firmly into Patrick's hand, as if begging for more.

Patrick smiled, obliging the boy and massaging his foot further. "Felix, why don't you get his shoulders and back? He did take a bit of a tumble, after all."

Felix began to rub, but before he did too much, Logan adjusted his seat on the bench and peeled off his own soaked running tank top. Patrick, still massaging Logan's foot, watched as Felix pressed, kneaded, and rolled his fingers and knuckles against Logan's shoulders, back, and neck, then sensually across his chest, tweaking his nipples and softly massaging his stomach. Logan, still damp from falling in the water, settled back against Felix. The sweaty bear wrapped him in his arms, leaned his head down, and the two of them paused for a moment, their lips just inches apart.

Tentatively, Logan leaned back further, and Felix leaned forward to meet him in a soft kiss. They started lightly at first, just a few delicate smooches, before pushing their tongues to lap against each other as they huffed, panted, and groaned into each other's mouths. As Patrick watched, he could tell that Logan licked Felix's teeth before the bear shoved his tongue back into the raccoon's mouth for the teen to suckle.

Patrick placed Logan's foot back on the ground and removed his other shoe and sock, then began to rub his legs; first his calves, then up to the thighs, where his hands teasingly played at the edge of Logan's shorts before sliding under the thin fabric and up to the boy's groin. His fingers ventured into Logan's hip joints and they brushed against the raccoon's balls and rapidly swelling cock that had begun forming a tent. Patrick continued his treatment, ministering to Logan's hamstrings, before pushing further up to hook his fingers onto the boy's waistband, and he delicately began to pull down. Logan moaned, but his voice was muffled by Felix's large mouth planted over his, and Patrick kept pulling, inch by tantalizing inch. The cock that lay beneath was pulled down with the shorts, creating more tension that made Patrick want to yank even more.

While he had never seen Logan's cock in real life, Patrick could imagine it as a thick pole that would've been of about average length for teens his age, something that felt like it had a mind of its own, and in the fantasy it might as well have--as Patrick pulled the boy's shorts down and finally released the head from its confines, Logan's cock, fully unsheathed, sprang back, hitting his stomach before standing on its own, throbbing and pulsing with desire.

Felix, meanwhile, reached down with a hand to slide south along Logan's chest and stomach, and then rested just below the raccoon's navel; his fingers splayed so they framed the base of his cock. Felix growled as his fingers arched and gently clawed into Logan's groin, as if claiming him, and Logan bucked up into Felix's light grip. Patrick pulled Logan's shorts completely off his legs and tossed them away, leaving the boy completely naked. He rubbed up on Logan's legs again and settled his hands on the teen's hips, then began to lower his face down towards Logan's crotch, breathing in the scent of young musk from both the raccoon and the bear, before exhaling heavily across Logan's tender flesh.

Logan bucked again, and Felix renewed his grip around Logan's chest and down his stomach and crotch. From the bear's additional movements, Patrick could tell that Felix was also grinding against Logan's back. But Patrick decided to keep them both waiting, he wanted to have just a little more fun first.

Deliberately, without any hurry at all, Patrick lapped at Logan's cockhead before letting it rest against his tongue. He tasted the teenager's sweat, traces of old urine, pre, and a hint of cum--Patrick wouldn't have been surprised if he could taste the remains of Logan's wet dream from last night. He always did love how teenagers could be so horny at night that they could spontaneously shoot a load in their sleep.

"More...please, mo-mmf..." Logan moaned, his voice muffled and silenced by Felix's tongue invading his mouth and throat.

Patrick grinned to himself and slowly sank the length of Logan's cock into his mouth, drooling as he went and soaking it in his thick saliva. He continued until his nose pressed into Logan's crotch, brushing up against Felix's splayed fingers. Felix, as if on cue, adjusted his grip and clamped down on the white fur so he held the snow leopard's muzzle in place. Patrick moaned at the sensation of the bear's firm hand on his face and swirled his tongue lazily around Logan's cock.

After a few moments, Felix pushed with his hand, guiding Patrick upward, before pulling down on his face and bringing Patrick's nose back to Logan's crotch and the raccoon's cock at the entrance of Patrick's throat. They continued like this for a few minutes, with Felix methodically using Patrick's mouth as a fleshlight for Logan, pulling Patrick down further and further to wrap his throat around Logan's thick cock--Patrick's pants felt so tight he thought his own erection would burst through the fabric at any moment, he so thoroughly enjoyed being used like this by these two boys while they passionately kissed the whole time.

Patrick eventually pulled away on his own and Felix released his grip on the snow-leopard's face. Patrick stood and removed his own clothes, pulling off his shirt to reveal his husky build and then yanking down his shorts and boxer briefs to expose his own wide and plump manhood and desperately aching balls. His tail swished and raised on its own, and the next thing he knew he was straddling the bench on top of Logan's lap and using Felix's shoulders for support.

In this fantasy, there was no need for lube, cleaning out, or stretching. In this fantasy, the locker room somehow shifted so they were now in the shower, with hot steaming water pouring over them while they were still on the bench. In this fantasy, this would be Patrick's first time being penetrated, and he wanted it so, so badly.

While Felix and Logan continued to kiss, Patrick lowered his rear until he felt the tip of Logan's throbbing cock press against his puckered hole. He looked down at the two boys, and Felix at last withdrew his tongue from Logan's mouth, leaving a trail of saliva connecting the two of them. Logan panted hard and looked up at Patrick, who then leaned down and connected his lips with the raccoon's.

The younger tongue easily gave way to the older coach's, the mouth opened eagerly and pleadingly, and tastes of bear breath lingered in the recesses that Patrick explored. As Patrick pressed his tongue further into Logan's mouth and tickled his throat, Felix raised his arms to rest on Patrick's shoulders and began to push, forcing Patrick to lower himself more and more into Logan's lap; the young cock slid into the snow leopard's ass with no resistance. Patrick and Logan groaned into each other's mouths, with the coach closing his eyes and enjoying the experience so thoroughly that he almost didn't notice the hands holding his hips as he rode the cock inside him.

Almost.

Patrick opened his eyes to see that the scene had shifted again. He was on his bed, and below him, thrusting up into him as he rode, was Seth.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself," the rabbit said. "Why don't you buckle up for the real ride?"

Patrick closed his eyes, raised his head to the ceiling, and cried out in pleasure as Seth began jack-hammering his ass with his cock, which was much thicker and longer than Logan's--it hit so many more spots, it pressed right up against Patrick's prostate and squeezed down against it, and it made him feel so full and stretched him in ways that he hadn't felt in a long time. Seth was properly fucking him the way he should be--not secretively in a locker room with underage partners who barely knew how to fuck, but comfortably in the light of day on his own bed and with someone a little more mature, someone with some experience, someone who knew exactly how to thrust his hips up against Patrick's ass for that pleasing plap-plap-plap sound, and he was moaning and begging for more the whole time.

"Ooooh Seeeeeeth! Oh, fuuuuuck..."

"Try not to twist too far like that!" Patrick called to Theresa Sikes. "Remember, you want to follow through, but not the point that you over-extend."

He was back on the field. Theresa, panting from the hammer throw she'd just executed, flashed him a thumbs up and bent to pick up the next hammer.

Patrick had been coaching on autopilot the whole time while his mind had escaped to that guiltless, lust-filled place; his shorts certainly felt more full, but not to the point of a visible tent forming--with a fresh wave of embarrassment, confusion, and regret that he'd let the fantasy carry forward so far, he was glad that, for today, he'd decided to wear compression shorts under his regular clothes.

---

He didn't mean for it to happen, but there it all was on his computer screen: Countless photos and videos of rabbits fucking each other senseless, some of them masturbating alone with fleshlights or using e-stim kits on themselves, others spanking their partners or rapidly thrusting in and out of mouths and assess, and many others indulging in foot fetishes.

Patrick had returned home from a long day of training sessions, and as soon as he'd walked through the door, he had shed his shirt, shoes, pants, and underwear in a trail that led to his home office. After plopping down in his overstuffed desk chair, he opened an incognito browser window, logged into his go-to porn site, and immediately searched for rabbits--there was enough media of gay rabbits alone to keep Patrick occupied for at least three weeks if he viewed everything back-to-back with no breaks, and he wasn't interested in the even larger media library of straight rabbits.

Again, he didn't mean for it to happen, but there it all was on his computer screen.

And after just a few minutes of opening tabs of videos and pictures, paging through them in succession, and vigorously stroking his cock--making sure to rub the spot under the head just the way he liked it to coax out extra pre--he grunted as he blew a thick load on his desk, firing ropes of translucent white fluid on the butcher block surface and shooting far enough for a few stray dollops to land on his laptop's trackpad.

Patrick gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as his orgasm swung through him before it subsided, and he breathed heavily for a few moments. Over his exhales, he could still hear the moaning of a young rabbit being spitroasted by a pair of older and heavy-set badgers. Mentally steeling himself, Patrick opened his eyes again and blinked to process the scene before him: He was naked in his office chair, his left hand was still wrapped around his softening erection, there was a video playing of a rabbit now drinking piss directly from a badger's cock, 16 unvisited tabs of porn waited for him on his computer screen, semen was splattered all over his desk and computer mouse--and he still wanted more, he still wanted Seth...or did he want Logan? Did he want some combination of them?

No, Logan is completely off limits and out of bounds, you shouldn't even be thinking about him right now, Patrick thought fervently. If you think about anyone, you should be thinking about Seth and the way he made you feel this morning...with his cock buried inside you and his hands gripping your hips while you called his name....

But it felt so wrong to him; he shouldn't--couldn't--be thinking about Seth like this, he'd only met the guy just a couple weeks ago, and it wasn't for more than five minutes...but then there was the almost shameless (albeit probably sleep-induced) exhbitionism of checking his mail in his underwear, and Patrick had seen the sex swing, so was Seth actually like that? Or did he use it to entertain women?

Should Patrick be thinking about women instead, too? In all his years, he hadn't really felt attracted to any woman that he'd seen...or if he did, it would've been because he felt like he was supposed to be, but still wasn't genuine attraction...and any porn that he'd looked up in the past twenty years was exclusively homoerotic. There had been a couple of encounters in his youth that had left him feeling confused and uncertain, and he'd resolutely put those times in a box in the past that he didn't want to think about.

Moreover, he was the high school track and field coach; his sexual proclivities and dating life would set an example for the kids he helped train, and whatever he did--no matter how inconsequential he'd think it would be--would eventually get out, and then...what? Patrick hadn't exactly felt a conscious need to hide, but he'd been around long enough to establish himself as a trusted authority figure and involved member of the community, and this whole time he'd been harboring feelings that he was sure would cause people in the school district to label him as a perverted freak, and the news would spread like a virus. The community around the school was small enough and just verging on conservative enough that everybody knew almost everything about nearly everybody else, and the information that slipped through the gaps in the gossip network could easily be dragged back into the spotlight. Sure, there were plenty of pockets of people who considered themselves open-minded, but just how open-minded could they be? Could they handle the idea of someone like Patrick around their kids and school?

Patrick leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes again, finally removing his paw from his cock, and started going down a very dark path in his mind: If he pursued Seth--or any man, for that matter--it would cost him. While he didn't have any conclusive evidence that anything would actually happen to him, he'd seen the news and read the stories about what happened around the country, and he could just imagine what would unfold if he came out. Patrick's heart raced as he thought that, at best, he'd probably lose the respect and trust of the parents who allowed him to mentor their kids; his reputation around the county would take a hit, and what little influence had had within the school district would be nonexistent. And he could forget being invited to train other kids during the summer track and field clinics, that wouldn't even be an option anymore.

If his heart raced at imagining a best-case scenario, Patrick felt his stomach drop as he imagined what the worst could look like: His job and entire career could go up in smoke. No more guiding teams to victory, no more accolades or awards, no more opportunities to genuinely help struggling students at vulnerable ages--he would be effectively blacklisted, and that would just be for his professional life. Personally, unless his neighbors were much more open-minded than he gave them credit for, he couldn't see how he'd be able to continue annual traditions like his Memorial Day and Labor Day parties; he'd be run out of his neighborhood, and he imagined that he probably could be banished from the county. And god only knew what would happen if word got out that he'd been having utterly depraved fantasies about one of his students--the words "grooming" and "statutory rape" would sweep through the school district and flood social media before he could even get a chance to deny any allegations or defend himself.

Patrick opened his eyes again--he was still naked in his chair, the video had ended and displayed thumbnails for even more lewd media, there were still 16 unopened tabs of additional rabbit-centric porn, and there were still drying ropes of cum on his desk and laptop. He could close out his browser, clean up, and get dressed, but his bigger situation wasn't going anywhere. He could either find a way to address it, or...

Just don't even think about it, at least for now, Patrick thought to himself. You've got the clinic to deal with, you've got to start getting ready for meets in the fall, you don't know if Seth even is gay, you need to be a good role model for the kids, you're involved with your neighborhood, you've got to get through the Labor Day party, you don't go out that much anyway to meet people, and you're too busy to pursue anyone, let alone your next door neighbor.

Patrick took a steadying breath, slapped his thighs to solidify his resolve, and stood from his chair. He then went to the hall linen closet to grab a hand towel, and as he cleaned up his mess, he resisted the urge to sniff and lick the cum he collected in the towel.

---

For three weeks, Patrick caught glimpses of Seth around the neighborhood--every few days, when Patrick would leave for the clinic in the mornings, he saw Seth in his open robe and underwear getting his mail, but he did his best to keep his eyes on the road. Other times, he saw Seth walking Kelly Carter's dog for her while she was on vacation, or sitting alone in the neighborhood garden with his feet propped up and a book in his lap.

There were also a handful of times where Patrick even saw Seth in the weight room at the gym in the rec center when he was taking quick breaks from the training clinic--he figured the rabbit must've gotten a membership to pump some iron, and it seemed that whenever he passed the weight room and his gaze just happened to wander, Seth was always doing either squats, bench presses, or lat pulls. The rare times that he caught Seth's eye while out and about, the rabbit would smile and wave at him, and Patrick would return the gestures, trying his best to be friendly and innocuous.

During those three weeks, Patrick focused as much as possible on giving each teenager in the training clinic equal attention--as soon as a hint of an impure thought about Logan surfaced in his mind, Patrick consciously doubled down on engaging with the student in front of him, and he could tell that it was paying off. Loretta Grimes from Luther-Davison Day consistently gained seven meters in her javelin throws, both the boy's and girl's 4x400-meter relay teams had cut their times by significant margins, Theresa's shot put form was near perfect, and most of the hurdle runners from Lakewood Public High School had managed to finish a 100-meter race without knocking over a single hurdle. Even Luis was impressed with how Patrick's coaching had impacted his students.

"Keep this up and you're gonna end up boxing your own kids out of the competition," he'd told Patrick one day while they watched Felina DeJoy, a pine marten from LPHS, and Candice complete a time trial for the hurdles--Felina matched Candice step for step, and it was going to be close.

"Nah, I'm just trying to save you some embarrassment for the next meet," Patrick had chuckled. "Your kids are still gonna lose, but it won't be such a slaughter."

As if right on cue, Candice had crossed the finish with Felina just a tenth of a second behind her, the closest she'd come so far. Both Patrick and Luis had yelled, clapped, and cheered for them.

The next week brought Independence Day, and with it three days off from the training clinic, so Patrick, for the first time in a month, had a chance to finally sleep in. He spent most of the morning of Independence Day dozing off and on in his bed, but it was around 11 when he heard something he didn't expect.

The doorbell rang.

Patrick, still just a little groggy but awake enough to be functional, pulled himself out of bed--he was still wearing his gym shorts and he tugged a shirt on as he padded from his bedroom, down the hall, past his office, through the living room and past the kitchen to the front door, where he saw a silhouette with long ears standing behind the frosted glass. Patrick blinked at the sight, trying to make sense of what he was seeing, while his hand seemed to move of its own accord and open the door.

There was Seth, grinning as he stood in a pair of navy blue and teal swim trunks, a white tank, flip-flops, and carried a bag over his shoulder.

"Well--" Patrick's voice caught and he coughed to clear his throat. "Well, hey there neighbor!"

"Morning! I didn't wake you, did I?" Seth asked, taking in Patrick's still sleepy appearance.

"Oh, no, I was just having a lazy morning, got a few days off from work."

"Ah...er, if you're just taking it easy and want to decompress, I can--" Seth began sheepishly, taking a step backward as if to leave.

Patrick waved him off and smiled. "No, no, don't even worry about it. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could use your pool to swim?"

Patrick blinked again for a moment, processing the request, then took up, "Oh! Sure, come on in!"

Patrick stood back and opened the door wider to invite Seth inside. The rabbit stepped across the threshold and padded into the living room while Patrick shut the door and guided him to the kitchen peninsula.

"Wow, this is a nice place, I like those paintings a lot," Seth observed and nodded at the watercolors on Patrick's wall.

"Thanks, I like to have a little extra color in here." Patrick smiled. "Can I get you anything? Water? Orange juice? Beer?"

"I brought my own, thanks though," Seth chuckled as he patted his bag. "You're sure you're alright with me using your pool?"

"Oh yeah, it's Independence Day, nothing better than jumping into cold water on a scorcher like today!"

"Ah, same! I've got a hot tub at my place but it's really only good for when it's cooler out," Seth said. "And I remember you saying your pool was open anytime, so I thought I'd take you up on your offer."

Patrick motioned towards the back door that led to his pool. "Well, it's all yours. Actually, if you don't mind, I might join you out there in a bit."

"Nope, it's your pool, after all!" Seth smiled.

Patrick watched as Seth exited through the back door and began to lay his towel out on one of the recliners. He remained where he stood by the kitchen counter and surreptitiously watched the rabbit then pull off his tank, kick off his sandals, and walk to the side of the pool, where he jumped into the deep end with a large splash.

Patrick, what are you thinking? he asked himself. This isn't what you're supposed to do.

Well, what was I going to do, say "no" for no good reason? he mentally retorted. It's going to be harmless enough, just some swimming, maybe even a cookout, just two neighbors taking a day off outside. All completely innocent...I just need to be careful.

Patrick decided to give Seth a good half hour in the water alone, just to let the rabbit have some privacy and enjoy swimming on his own before his host intruded. When the snow leopard eventually walked outside onto the patio next to the pool, he wore a pair of red trunks and carried a bottle of water and a thick, fluffy towel. Seth, meanwhile, was swimming laps at a leisurely breaststroke.

"Hey, there he is!" Seth called. "Come on in, the water's fine!"

"Think I'll go bit by bit," Patrick replied as he laid his towel on the recliner next to Seth's and deposited his water bottle before striding over to the poolside and sitting with his feet in the water at the shallow end. The patio was warm against his hands and fur, but the water was wonderfully cool on his dangling feet and calves. "Been getting some good laps in?"

"Oh yeah, it's been forever since I went swimming," Seth replied as he turned from the shallow end and back to the deep. "I think the last time was maybe a year ago at Spire Lake with my dad."

"That's a bit of a hike," Patrick mused. "What is that, three or four hours from here?"

"Yeah, something like that. We went camping up there, pretty much right on the lakeside," Seth said. "That was a really fun trip."

"Are you pretty close with your dad?"

Seth grinned as he cut through the water. "Oh yeah, it's just been the two of us for a long time; he and my mom got divorced when I was pretty young and she gave up custody."

"Oh...I'm sorry," Patrick said lamely.

Seth shook his head, still smiling. "Don't worry about it. It's old news and my dad and I get along great. I could tell he was sad when I moved out."

"He's still in the area?"

"Oh yeah, I grew up in Lakewood, and he's still there...you coach over at Grafton, right?"

"Right, I guess we'd be rivals."

"Eh, I don't really buy into the sports rivalry stuff, but everyone's got their thing," Seth offered--he'd stopped his breastrokes and was treading water on the edge of the deep end as he addressed Patrick. "Though I guess it's pretty important for you?"

"Well, it's my job, so I'd say so," Patrick chuckled. "Did you do any athletics in high school?"

"I played my share of tennis and basketball," Seth answered. "My dad would come to every game--that meant more to me than actually playing."

"Sounds like his whole world revolved around you," Patrick observed, lightly kicking his feet in the water to make more ripples. "How's he getting on without you at home?"

"I think he's trying to settle back into single bachelor life without a kid at home, although I still visit for weekly dinners--that was our deal," Seth told him. He took a breath, raised his arms, and sank below the surface for a moment before coming back up. He wiped the water from his face and continued, "I wanted to get out and try something new while I finish my degrees, and he's helping with rent, as long as I'm still in town and come to him at least once a week."

"Sounds like a good deal to me. How's that been working out?"

"Really great so far; we're still super close and talk at least a few times a week already, so it's not like the only time I see him is for dinners. But he still gets so excited to see me, he's like a kid," Seth said. "And it's only for a year, so we'll see how things go and reassess after I graduate."

"And you've got just two semesters left?"

"Right, at Grafton Community--going for electrical engineering and cybersecurity."

Patrick's eyebrows rose. "Wow, going for the hard technical stuff."

Seth wagged his head, slightly abashed. "Well, I've always had a head for computers and electrical systems--loved building little toy robots when I was a kid, you know those kits you can get? Dad wanted me to try out for Science Bowl at school, but I didn't want to get too burnt on it when I was younger...save some of that energy for later, you know?"

"Whoa, talk about being forward thinking," Patrick noted. "How old were you when you made that decision? 12?"

"Eh, 13 or 14," Seth admitted. "But Coach Baros was happy, he got me instead for a few years."

"Baros? Luca Baros?" Patrick asked as the name caught his memory.

"Yeah, did you know him?"

Patrick snorted to himself as he slid down into the water up to his waist in the shallow end of the pool. He winced as the cold water caused his balls to retract under his trunks. "Oooh...yeah, I'm probably gonna date myself here, but he was coaching at Lakewood during my first nine years at Grafton; his track and field teams were unbeatable. Granted, I was just getting started, but he was good, and I mean really good."

"I guess you celebrated when he retired?" Seth joked.

Patrick laughed. "In a way--I celebrated when Grafton won state that year and his replacement got their team up to seventh in the rankings."

"I remember my dad telling me about that," Seth reminisced. "I must've been...right around 18 or 19 when that happened. Yeah, that was right after I finished. Wait, how old are you?"

Patrick grinned. "How old do you think I am?"

Seth rolled his eyes. "Walked right into that one..."

Patrick laughed. "Just turned 38 back in May. And yourself?"

"22. I took a couple years off after high school just to get some work experience and cash," Seth supplied. "What were you doing before coaching at Grafton?"

"Well, I went to college for sports medicine, and did some work as a bartender and personal trainer for a while. Got some good money from both of those. And then I ended up at Grafton, going on 15 years this August."

"Wow, you must really enjoy it there."

Patrick nodded and sank down to his chest in the cool water that had begun to feel much more comfortable. "Oh yeah, I love working with the kids--they're just getting started with everything in their lives, and it means a lot to help guide them. Got a few who are a little too much--and of course the crazy parents--but it's worth it. Plus we've been winning a lot, so that helps us keep a nice budget, which makes it better to stay put."

Patrick and Seth continued to chat as the rabbit tread water and the snow leopard dove under the water before surfacing and swimming laps of his own. They learned more about each other, such as Seth's goals after finishing school, how Patrick started his annual parties, how Seth found the house he was renting, Patrick's planning process for his Memorial Day and Labor Day parties, Seth's hobbies, and Patrick's pursuits outside of work. They also caught up on the neighborhood rumor mill (the latest news was that Kabir had caught Aresh smoking once again and had forced him to do unpaid lawn work for his entire street, while there was gossip floating around that Hal Keating's daughter, Marie, had gotten pregnant, but nobody could confirm it) and swam. They continued for another hour before Patrick suggested that, since it was Independence Day, they do a small cookout together. Seth readily agreed and they both climbed out of the pool, dried off, and worked together to get the grill and food ready.

While the charcoal heated up in the small chimney Patrick had set up next to the grill, the snow leopard and rabbit retreated to the kitchen for food prep. Shirtless and still slightly damp from the pool, Patrick and Seth opened a couple beers and drank together as they chopped an assortment of vegetables and seasoned them. Patrick turned on some music and they continued chatting about what musicians they liked listening to, their plans for the summer, favorite television shows, and what their dream vacation destinations were. The conversation flowed easily and smoothly, with a few jokes thrown in and laughter occasionally filling the kitchen.

As they talked and worked--with Patrick bringing out a small salmon steak to smoke for himself while Seth was happy with veggie kebabs--the two of them gradually stood closer and closer, feeling more comfortable in each other's space.

Initially, Patrick kept reminding himself to keep things innocent and friendly, but by the time the third beer started going into his system and he and Seth were back outside by the grill, his reminder had strayed further and further to the back of his mind. Beer number four then encouraged him to whoop and cheer as Seth cannonballed back into the pool, and beer number five then helped him see that it wasn't a big deal at all to hand-feed Seth a few chips loaded with onion dip while the rabbit floated in the pool.

The cookout went on for the whole day as Patrick and Seth lazily ate, drank, swam, relaxed on their recliners, and continued to talk. Time seemed to glide by, easily passing from afternoon to dusk to twilight, and the neighbors kept talking and enjoying themselves as the first stars began to emerge and the distant booms of fireworks echoed around them.

By this point, Patrick felt they'd touched on just about every conceivable subject that could be talked about for a first date--if this could possibly be considered a first date, but somehow he kept rationalizing it as just two neighbors getting to know each other. It was just like any other social gathering, right? It was just like one of his parties, wasn't it? You get to know your neighbor, you talk about a wide range of topics to form a connection through the information you share, and then you can continue to grow the bond.

The only difference, in Patrick's mind, was that this was just a much smaller social gathering than he typically hosted, and there was much more alcohol in his system to act as a social lubricant than what he normally drank at one of his parties--on Memorial Day and Labor Day, he aimed to restrict himself to four drinks at the most, as he still had hosting duties to perform. Today, however, there were a good nine beers and two gulps of whiskey in his system, and Seth had matched him drink for drink; the snow leopard was impressed by the rabbit's tolerance, as it seemed that Seth was still in control, just much more relaxed and jovial, which were two words that Patrick would be very happy to use to describe his own current state of mind.

They were swimming in the pool again, with the lights on in Patrick's house and the underwater light on in the pool, and fireworks were going off in earnest overhead. Patrick was feeling both so lightheaded and so at peace and connected, and he and Seth splashed each other playfully before simply treading water and picking up their conversation again. They drifted from book recommendations to astronomy to old family recipes to carpentry to home improvement to plant care, until Patrick alighted on a topic that, if he had been completely sober, would've avoided as much as possible. But the flow of the conversation seemed to naturally lead him, and who was he to argue with that?

"So, are you dating anyone?"

Seth laughed. "Oh, not exactly. I don't really use a label like 'dating'--if it's pure monogamy, then I'm out. I like to mess around, and I've got my regular guys that I like to see, but nothing exactly serious..."

Patrick felt like he was operating on a delay as his mind processed what his ears had heard, and then he felt his heart leap. Had he heard that right? "Ah...are you..."

Seth, smiling softly now, watched Patrick as the snow leopard hesitated on the word. When it didn't come, the rabbit took up for him. "Gay?"

Patrick nodded.

Seth's expression seemed to deepen, as if he was exuding genuine care, and he nodded, too. "Uh-huh. And...if I'm reading you wrong, I apologize and mean no offense at all, but...are you, too?"

Patrick paused, then used his legs to propel himself back a few feet until he was able to stand on the slope leading to the deep end. "I'm...not sure."

Seth, concerned, paddled a little closer, but hung back in the water, waiting for Patrick to continue.

"I think I am, I just never..."

Seth kept treading water quietly, his feet sedately kicking to keep him afloat. A few more fireworks exploded in the sky, and as sparkling trails of green and blue twisted into the night, Patrick spoke again.

"I just never really...admitted it to myself," he sighed, looking up at the sky, down at the water, over at his house, and finally at Seth. "I just feel like I have...so much to lose if it ever--if I ever--and I've been...for so long, I've wanted to, but...god, I feel like an old fool," he said thickly as he shook his head.

Seth moved closer to stand next to him on the slope to the deep end, his expression sympathetic now. He tentatively reached a hand out--when Patrick didn't move away from it, Seth placed his hand on the snow leopard's shoulder, and Patrick looked up at him again. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Everybody comes to it in their own time. And you've been feeling this way for a while...it sounds like you've been ready to say it, maybe you just needed the right person to say it to. You don't have to be scared. I'm not that scary."

Patrick chuckled and nodded. "I feel like with the way the district is, it's so hard to keep private things private, and then if parents find out..."

"I understand, I really do." Seth nodded fervently. "I've heard my fair share of stories."

Patrick grimaced and closed his eyes, feeling like a boulder had been taken off of his back. He felt himself slump a little in the water, and then the next thing he knew, he was looking at Seth and asking, "Can I..."

Seth held his arms wide open. "Come on, bring it in."

Patrick leaned in and wrapped his arms around the rabbit in a tight hug, feeling the supple, toned form against his own. Seth embraced Patrick, looping his arms around his back, and they stood like that for a minute--the pool water lapped against them, the fireworks boomed above them, and Patrick breathed heavily, feeling an emotional torrent escape with each exhale.

"I'm really glad you came over today," Patrick finally mumbled into Seth's shoulder. "This was the best day I've had in a long time."

Seth patted him on the back. "I'd been wanting to get to know you for a while, really glad this worked out."

They lightly swayed in their embrace before Patrick asked, "So, did you...know about me?"

Patrick could feel Seth shrug and smile. "Not completely, but I had a feeling...and my feelings are usually on the money."

The snow leopard paused, finding the words and courage for his next statement. "Well, you got me...a lot more curious than I've been in the past."

This time he felt and heard Seth exhale through his nostrils in a soft laugh. "I thought you might be. To be honest, I was kind of hoping you'd maybe get the hint when I kept getting my mail in my robe."

Patrick's brow rose and his heart skipped a beat as he connected the dots. "You were doing that on purpose...for me?"

"Well, maybe not exclusively for you, but that's my usual morning attire, and I don't consider myself really modest in general," Seth admitted. "But I was thinking about you while I was doing it."

"Someone's a naughty boy," Patrick muttered, a grin picking up at the corners of his lips.

"Oh, if only you knew," Seth told him.

"Oh? Care to share?"

"Maybe later. I don't want to corrupt you completely just yet," Seth sniggered.

For now, this is nice." Seth lapsed into silence for a moment, still embracing Patrick, before continuing, "I mean, other things can be good, too, but this is nice."

Patrick took a steadying breath before he spoke. "I can think of other nice things to do, if you're interested." He pulled away from Seth just enough so they were face to face--the luminous, azure hue of the underwater pool light illuminated the underside of Seth's muzzle, ears, and cheeks, and another round of fireworks flashed in the sky, tinting the rabbit's face red and white for just a moment before they faded, leaving just the bright underlines of blue light and refracted patterns of rippling water on his fur.

And then Patrick leaned in.

Seth's lips met his.

They were warm and plump, and soft, ever so soft, with just the right amount of give as Seth pushed into him. Patrick closed his eyes and worked his lips in concert with Seth's, and the sensation was purely electrifying and oh so satisfying. He tilted his head to the side, his nose rubbing against Seth's, and their mouths locked into place. Their heads rocked back and forth slightly with the momentum they built in their kiss, and Patrick moaned softly in Seth's mouth.

He began to move his hands up Seth's neck, along the sides of his face, down his back, along his chest and to his waist, feeling the contours of muscle beneath the fur and skin. Seth did the same, his fingers tracing lines around Patrick's clavicle, along his biceps, between his pectorals, up and down his spine, alternately kneading and rubbing as he went. Patrick's tongue lightly pressed against Seth's lips, and the rabbit opened his muzzle to admit the wet, hot muscle.

Patrick explored Seth's mouth with the care of an archaeologist, delicately sweeping across teeth and over the ridges and valleys in the rabbit's palate. Their tongues squirmed and twisted against each other, tasting and hungering for more. Patrick rolled his tongue over, under, and around Seth's, trying to cover every possible inch. He plunged towards the back of Seth's throat and delighted in the feeling of the rabbit sucking on his tongue like it was some delicious treat that he couldn't get enough of. Slowly, Patrick pulled back and allowed Seth to do the same, sucking on the rabbit's muscle and lightly raking his teeth over the wet flesh. Seth gently clamped down on Patrick's lips with his own teeth, getting just the right amount of pressure to make Patrick gasp and moan for more.

Their bodies were squeezed so close together, and beneath the water Patrick could feel his erection straining against his trunks and Seth's groin, with Seth's cock pressing into his own crotch. Their hands roamed freely, with Seth exploring every nook and cranny of the burly snow leopard and Patrick trying to memorize the topography of the rabbit's musculature. Eventually they started groping beneath the water, rubbing thighs and glutes through the thin fabric of their swim trunks, and it didn't take long for Patrick's fingers to find the nylon loops that cinched Seth's shorts around his waist.

Fumbling with his eyes closed, Patrick pulled on one loop, then another, then managed to get into the knot tying them together--and then it was untied, with Seth's shorts floating freely around his waist. Patrick sank his hands below Seth's waistline, cupping his taut ass and lightly kneading the rabbit's cheeks before spreading them apart and letting them clap back together.

Seth did the same with Patrick's trunks, untying them with a little more finesse and dipping his hands into the mesh liner that enclosed his crotch--Patrick bucked into Seth as the rabbit's fingers grazed his sensitive cock and balls, then wrapped around the base of his erection and squeezed in light pulses. Seth grinned into the kiss and soon removed his hand--he then gripped the elastic waistband of Patrick's trunks and began to pull down, past the snow leopard's tail, down his thighs, and to his knees. Patrick got the idea and, trying to keep his lips connected to Seth's, kicked off from the floor of the pool and floated so he could finish removing the trunks himself. Seth matched his movements, first up and then down so his chin was also in the water, while Patrick got his trunks down his calves and off over his feet, and then he let them go to sink to the bottom of the pool. Seth followed suit, shucking his trunks off more smoothly than Patrick, and the navy blue and teal shorts settled on top of the red trunks.

Patrick and Seth didn't even pause to ogle each other, now fully naked and erect in the pool--they simply wrapped their legs around each other's waists as they floated together and continued kissing under the fireworks that boomed overhead. Their cocks rubbed together as Seth grinded into Patrick's crotch and held him close, and at one point they both sank under the water and kissed while fully submerged in the saturated azure light.

Patrick was in complete bliss. His legs settled comfortably on top of Seth's and hooked together at his ankles behind the rabbit's back. He felt the rabbit shift easily so his cock was wedged under Patrick's taint, pressing up against it and his balls. The snow leopard unconsciously bore down with his hips on the thick pole and prolonged the kiss for another moment.

But as they pulled apart for a moment and he opened his eyes under the water to see Seth looking dreamily back at him--his fur waving gently in the flow of the water, his eyes bright and hungry, his smile so alluring--part of him felt that this wasn't the time. It was as if, in opening his eyes, he was seeing for the first time everything that was available to him, almost everything that he had fantasized about, the whole world that had been waiting for him to get it together...

And it was too much. At least for just then. He was drunk, he was still unsure, he needed time to think, he didn't want to go too fast, and Seth was his neighbor after all, he still had to live just next door...

Is Seth sure about this and everything that comes with it? I don't know if I am.

They were only underwater for mere moments, but when Patrick resurfaced it felt like minutes had passed. Seth, his head also emerging from the water, began to lean in for another kiss, but Patrick pulled back and unwrapped his legs. Seth looked at him quizzically as he also released the snow leopard from his leg grip.

"I...is it okay if we stop? I think I want to stop, at least...for now," Patrick breathed, feeling more lightheaded.

Seth nodded, watching Patrick. "Yeah, we can stop. Are you okay?"

"I...I think..."

Seth paused, then took charge. "Come on, let's get back to the shallow end, let you catch your breath."

Patrick nodded and followed Seth to the steps that led into the pool, where they stopped and sat with the water just below their waists. In the glow of the pool light, Patrick could see that Seth's cock had begun to soften and start sinking back into his sheath, but it was still as thick as his own and might be half an inch longer than Patrick's--when fully aroused, the rabbit would've had Patrick beat on both length and girth.

"I think...I don't want to move too fast," Patrick began. "There's so much...so much I'm curious about, so much I want to do, and maybe don't know if I can do, and I think I'm still..."

"Still trying to figure out if you're okay," Seth finished.

Patrick nodded.

"I understand, and it's nothing to feel bad about," Seth told him. "You're not sure if this is something you really want, even though it feels right, but everything you've been told or seen or taught is telling you it's not for you--"

"And even though I do feel that way, I also feel like it is for me, but I'm just...not ready for it yet," Patrick took up.

"That's okay," Seth said encouragingly. "Everyone takes things in their own time. Even for a while after I came out, there were a few things that took some getting used to for me."

"Like what?"

Seth sighed and leaned his head back. "Well, I probably shouldn't be telling you this...but, we've both been drinking, and just between us..." His eyes settled on Patrick again. "My dad and I..."

Seth trailed off, but looked meaningfully at Patrick.

A moment passed. Seth looked down at his own cock, which was starting to harden again.

Another moment. Seth looked back up at Patrick.

Another moment. More fireworks went off overhead and Patrick made the connection.

"You and your dad fucked." He didn't say it as an accusation or as a statement of disgust. It was just a plain and simple fact, said softly and with a mild touch of admiration.

Seth nodded and grinned, only a little abashed. "Repeatedly. We still do when I visit him for weekly dinners."

Patrick nodded slowly. "Well, color me fascinated."

Seth laughed. "You know, not many people would respond to that as well as you did."

Patrick paused, listening to the booming of more fireworks before he began, "When...when did you..."

"Start? I was 17," Seth supplied. "But we'd been dropping hints for each other for a couple years before that...things progressed naturally, and our relationship got a lot more solid after that. Oh, and when I say relationship, I don't mean I'm in love with my dad. Don't get me wrong, I love him like crazy, but we're not...romantic partners or anything."

Patrick gritted his teeth, on the edge. Then again, Seth had told him something in strict confidence, it was only fair that he do the same. "Ah, gotcha. Well, I guess you're not the only one with something taboo like that."

Seth cocked his head.

Patrick took a deep breath and said, "I haven't done anything with any of my students, but..."

Seth's brows rose. "You've been thinking about it?"

Patrick hung his head and nodded, staring at his reflection in the blue water. "It's all just...fantasies and daydreams, but it still feels so wrong to me, and on some level I'm sure it is..."

Seth stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke again. "Are there lots of students you've thought about?"

Patrick shook his head. "Just this one boy for now...and there were two others about six years ago..." The snow leopard looked back up at Seth. "It's bad, isn't it?"

The rabbit smiled down at Patrick. "I mean, what coach hasn't thought about the coach/athlete fantasy? Plus I'm sure there are plenty of students who fantasize about you doing terrible things to them..."

"Oh god," Patrick moaned, hanging his head again.

"But," Seth continued, "they're just fantasies. Sure, you're in a bit of a moral and ethical gray area for yourself, but you're not actually doing anything, and it's not preventing you from doing your job, is it?"

"No," Patrick conceded. "But still..."

Seth raised his hands and sighed. "I'd say if you want absolution, you could go to the nearest house of worship, or you could find a way to accept and move past it...I made my peace with what I'm doing with my dad a while ago, but you're just getting started, and I don't think we're gonna solve anything tonight, do you?"

Patrick raised his head and considered what Seth was saying. "That's...remarkably mature and coherent for a 22-year-old who's been drinking all day."

Seth shrugged and grinned. "What can I say, maybe I'm the intellectual drunk...who manages to find ways to rationalize his own perverted deeds."

---

It took four weeks for Patrick to work up to going over to Seth's house to place himself at the rabbit's mercy.

In that time, while he'd kept up with the track and field clinic and continued to see improvements in all his students, he had been tackling a training program of his own design, one that followed three tracks to help him at least start coming to terms with everything that had happened and been said that night in the pool with Seth.

His first track was a more introspective and research-driven journey. The day after Independence Day--and after nursing his hangover with lots of fluids, a couple of painkillers for his headache, and biscuits and gravy delivered from the local diner--Patrick crawled out of his bed, ducked into his office for a pen and an empty notebook, and plopped down on one of the stools in front of his kitchen counter. In the bright light that streamed through the windows, and with the Nilssons sauntering down the street outside for a morning walk, Patrick began to write, allowing himself to express every thought that streamed through his mind and down the pen to be scratched out in ink. That first day, he filled up five pages of his unofficial diary.

When he finished, he put his pen down and read everything he'd written--his thoughts meandered here and there, going from the previous night's conversation to what he would've liked to do with Seth had he not chickened out, from how he more fully rationalized his chickening out to everything bad he imagined that could happen if news of his preferences got out, from how he felt about using a label like "gay" to what he still didn't fully understand about himself--it was all there for him to respond to, to think about, and to get out of his head. And, on some level, seeing it all in his own handwriting made it all the more real, all the more valid, all the more...acceptable. So Patrick committed to writing every day; he committed to looking inward, taking everything he found there at the time, and dumping it into that small black notebook for himself to react to, to internalize again, to find a way to accept the things that he was saying and thinking.

As for the research-driven component of this introspective training track, Patrick spent a good few hours on his computer in the evenings to arm himself with knowledge: the language and acronyms of the community, the health research and medical information freely available, the different tribes and lifestyles and experiences--he absorbed it all like any dutiful student.

And of course, there was the copious amount of porn he began to consume. Before now, Patrick had had a good idea of what he liked. But now that he felt empowered to more fully embrace this part of himself and to explore his boundaries and limits, he soon began to see that there was a whole universe of kinks and fetishes he'd never even thought of. And there were quite a few that caught his eye, made his jaw drop, and made his cock twitch in his lap, all of which led to even more research as part of his education.

Patrick's second training track was to make a conscious effort to stay connected with Seth. On one of the free mornings he had just a few days after he began writing his journal entries, Patrick had stood in his kitchen--two steaming mugs of coffee sat on the counter--and watched Seth's mailbox through his window. At 6:45, the rabbit had emerged in his robe and sleepily trudged down the path from his front door to the mailbox.

Patrick took up both mugs of coffee, walked out of his house, and strode over to Seth, who sorted through his mail while his robe still hung open to reveal the full bulge of his thong.

"Morning, neighbor," Patrick had said as he walked up to Seth. The rabbit, surprised, looked up at him and did a double-take, then smiled and accepted the cup of coffee that Patrick had offered him.

The two of them talked and walked through the neighborhood every few days, most often in the afternoons. Seth listened to Patrick talk about his upbringing, the pressures and expectations he felt he had to live up to, the feelings he had, the things he had learned, how his day was going, what he was looking forward to, what caused him anxiety--the whole time, the rabbit listened without judgement, offered his own advice based on his experience, asked questions to dig deeper and encourage Patrick to elaborate, and commiserated and celebrated with the snow leopard. Each walk began and ended with a hug and kiss on the cheek in front of Patrick's house, and a promise to wait for Patrick to come to a point where he felt comfortable in his own time.

For his third training track, Patrick kept up what he'd been doing at the track and field clinic: focusing on his students and helping them to improve. As the weeks went by, he found that he had to make less and less of a conscious effort to keep fantasies of Logan at bay--with his time and energy devoted to getting one more meter out of his long jumpers, one more twist out of his discus throwers, one more second shaved off of his runners' times, and one more hurdle cleared from the lowest performer out of the whole group, the fantasies gradually faded further and further from his mind. There eventually came a point when Patrick could look at and talk to the boy without imagining the raccoon's cock in his ass or mouth, and he could high-five Logan without his heart fluttering in his chest--he was just another athlete he was coaching, plain and simple. And he was content to keep it that way. When Logan turned 18, who knew what the story would be then, but that would be a fantasy for another day.

However, of these three training tracks that Patrick had set himself on, none of them provided the final push he needed to knock on Seth's door four weeks after Independence Day. That particular push--that clarifying lightbulb moment--came a day before he walked over to the rabbit's house.

Patrick was taking some of the equipment back to the rec center's storage space and a few students had stayed behind to help out. One of them was Tanya Belleci, a rising junior from Alton County High School, and she had volunteered to help Patrick push the carts of hammers and shot put balls.

"Hey, Coach? Can I ask you something?" the young lynx eventually asked as they steered the carts to storage.

"Sure, what's up?" Patrick kicked the storage door and propped it open with his foot for Tanya to walk through first--when he looked at the lynx, he saw that she was hesitating. "Hey, you okay?"

Tanya nodded. "Yeah...yeah, I just wanted to ask you about...Carla?"

Patrick's mind drew a blank. "Carla?"

"Reyes," Tanya clarified.

The synapses fired--Carla Reyes, the mongoose who did pole vault; she'd been at Patrick's Memorial Day party, and she'd been improving her vaulting form even more during the training clinic. "Oh, right! Carla! What about her?"

Tanya pushed her cart past Patrick and to the designated outline by the wall in the storage space. As she spoke, Patrick could tell that it was taking some effort. "Well, I kinda want to...like, ask her out, but...do you know what kinda food she likes?"

Patrick paused, momentarily thrown by the question, then raised his brows and smiled at Tanya. "Kind of a ballsy move to ask me that when you two are going to be competing against each other. Feels a little Romeo and Juliet." He winked.

Tanya snickered, catching on. "Well, the way I figure it, she does pole vault, I'm on hammer throw, so there's, like, no real competition between us, just our schools. But she talks a lot about you and how you're helping her, and I don't really know anyone else who knows her too well, and we've been talking a lot, and--"

"She really likes Ethiopian and Korean. Happy Kim's is one of her favorites," Patrick said over her. Tanya stopped, then nodded gratefully as she took over holding the door from Patrick so the snow leopard could push his cart inside. As he did so, he continued, "At the risk of sounding patronizing, though, I feel like it was brave of you to ask." He pushed his cart next to Tanya's and then looked back at her. "I can't think of many students who'd ask a coach for dating advice...let alone for..."

"Lesbians," Tanya finished for him; the expression on her face said that she'd had some version of this conversation many times before. She folded her arms and fixed Patrick in her gaze. "You're not gonna report us or anything, are you?"

Patrick could tell that she was getting defensive and already gearing up for a battle; he shook his head and sat back against the cart of hammers. He rested his hands on his legs, displaying openness and vulnerability, and looked up at her. "No, I don't have an issue. And I don't see why anyone else should."

Tanya's eyes narrowed, then widened, and she seemed to deflate; her shoulders lowered and she smiled to herself as her head bowed slightly downward. "Thanks, I get enough grief from my parents."

Patrick hesitated, unsure if he should pry, but then decided to go forward--here was an opportunity to mentor, or at least to learn. "They don't approve?"

Tanya shrugged and let her hands fall into her pockets. "Like, I guess they're tolerant enough, but they're definitely not happy about it."

Patrick waited patiently.

"I came out to them two years ago, and they basically said 'Don't talk to us about it. You can talk to us about anything else but what a freak you are,'" Tanya huffed after another moment. She shook her head. "But, like, they didn't kick me out or anything, they didn't stop talking to me totally, they tolerate me...which I guess is good enough for, like, a bare minimum."

"Well, it was brave of you to come out to them all the same," Patrick said softly in the storage space. He cleared his throat and asked, "Are you out to your team, too?

Tanya nodded. "Yeah...I don't know if it's brave, though. Like, I didn't run into a burning house or anything." She sighed before running her fingers through her hair and continuing, "I guess I just got tired of time passing and feeling shitty, you know? Like, you're supposed to enjoy yourself when you're young, and I guess I just wanted to go ahead and start living. Or, like, at least have part of me start living that felt like it hadn't been before. Does that make sense?"

Patrick nodded, then stood. "Well, I still think you did something good, and you might end up helping others find some courage to be themselves, too." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "And if you ever need more than 'the bare minimum', you can talk to me anytime."

Tanya looked up at Patrick, trying to read his face, then smiled warmly. "Thanks, Coach Lin."

He grinned down at her. "Well, you've got a girl to ask for some Korean food, don't you?"

It was that conversation with Tanya that pushed him over the edge that afternoon. As he drove home from the clinic, Patrick reflected on the kids he'd been working with for the summer--there were those like Tanya (and presumably Carla, and who knew how many others), who weren't afraid to be themselves. Or maybe they were afraid, but they still pushed forward in spite of that fear, and they embraced themselves. Yes, there were consequences, but how long had Tanya been feeling like something was wrong and needed to be addressed? How long had Patrick been feeling that way? Time was passing, and he wasn't as young as he used to be--there was a whole life he could've been living and enjoying if he hadn't been so afraid to confront and accept this part of himself and explore his curiosity.

So when he got home and finished his diary entry for the day, he pulled out his phone and texted Seth: Hey, I'm at the point where I'm feeling good--or at least starting to--and wanted to see if you'd like to get together soon?

He'd put his phone down and grabbed a snack before he heard the buzz against the quartz countertop. When he picked up his phone again, he saw a seven-word reply from Seth: If you're sure, how does tomorrow work?

Which brought him to today.

Patrick knocked on the door.

A few seconds passed, then he heard soft footsteps approach on the other side. Then the door handle twisted, and there was Patrick, standing barefoot and in just his gym shorts. He smiled and opened the door further to admit Patrick.

"Welcome! Glad we could make this happen," he said as Patrick entered and kicked off his sandals on the mat next to the door.

"You and me both," the snow leopard admitted while Seth closed the door behind him. He turned to Seth and began leaning in.

The rabbit was there to meet him in a deep kiss, and Patrick rested his hands on Seth's shoulders while Seth lightly rubbed Patrick's sides before his hands settled on the snow leopard's wide waist. They stood like that for a full two minutes just behind Seth's front door, simply kissing and rolling their heads from side to side to get even more of each other, to taste as much of each other as possible, to feel the heat in each other's mouths and the bulges forming against each other's goins. Seth eventually pulled back and patted Patrick's rear, where his hands had drifted during the kiss.

"Why don't we move to somewhere a little better suited for this," Seth suggested.

Patrick, already nearly breathless with lust, nodded. "Great idea."

Seth took Patrick by the hand and led him through his living room to the hallway, past a bathroom, and to what Patrick thought was the guest bedroom. Or at least, it was supposed to be the guest bedroom, but there was no bed, and Patrick would've been surprised that a guest would stay the night unless they had been bound to the fuck bench in the far left corner, strapped into the sex sling in the middle of the room, or locked in the cage in the far right corner. The room's floor was covered with foam tiles similar to what might be found in a home gym, and Patrick noticed that there were heavy-duty hooks embedded in the walls.

"Oh, Diane's not gonna like this at all," Patrick chuckled.

"Hm? Oh, she said if I used plaster to fill in any nail holes or anything when I moved out, it wouldn't come out of my deposit," Seth said, nodding at the hooks in the walls.

Patrick shook his head. "No, I mean, this was her arts and crafts studio."

Seth laughed. "Well, it's a studio, too, just a little different." He kissed Patrick on the cheek. "How're you feeling? Still up for everything?"

Patrick grinned. "Oh yeah, I've been looking forward to this...maybe more than I should be, but I'm ready."

"All cleaned out and set to go?"

Patrick nodded.

"And your safe word?"

Patrick sighed. "Go Lakewood Cowboys," he said dully.

"Better not let anyone else hear you say that," Seth sniggered. He patted Patrick's back and kissed him on the cheek again--Patrick turned his head to meet Seth's lips again and they went right back to kissing and groping each other in Seth's playroom.

Patrick's hands slipped into Seth's shorts, where he felt the rabbit was wearing a jockstrap. Meanwhile, Seth's hands had snuck under Patrick's shirt--his fingers lightly scratched at Patrick's musclegut and toyed with his belly button before moving up to his nipples and squeezing them for a few moments. Patrick moaned at the treatment as he cupped the rabbit's hefty bulge with his own hands. Seth then moved down to kissing Patrick's neck, nibbling along the cords of muscle with his teeth--Patrick growled softly at the sensation and his tail twitched.

"Mmm, that's so good," he murmured.

Seth then reached his hands up to Patrick's armpits and started raising his arms. Reluctantly, Patrick pulled out of Seth's shorts, broke off the kiss, and reached for the ceiling so the rabbit could tug off his shirt, which he dropped to the floor. Seth smiled at Patrick and caressed his face.

"You really are so hot, you know," Seth told him. "If you were my coach, I'd be pretty much begging to do it with you in the locker rooms daily."

"Oh god, stop," Patrick laughed.

"What? Coach Lin taking advantage of a young, impressionable teen right after getting hot and sweaty from prac-mmf." Patrick silenced Seth with another deep kiss, stopping him before he could say anything more. He pulled Seth back into him roughly by the waist, feeling the muscles flex and give under his hands. They breathed into each other's mouths, swapped saliva, and pressed their tongues together until Patrick began snaking his hands down Seth's shorts again and started to tug them down.

"Mm-mm-ah." Seth lightly shook his head and backed off from the kiss. Patrick looked at him, confused. "Ah-ah, you don't get to see until you lose yours first." Seth pointed down at Patrick's own shorts that had formed a considerable tent.

Patrick balked. "But I'm...not wearing any underwear," he confessed.

Seth grinned. "Sounds like that's your problem, and not mine. Now get those shorts off and hop into the sling, or I'm gonna make you."

Patrick felt his pulse quicken at the prospect of Seth domming him. He decided to cooperate for now, but he was now more curious than ever what the rabbit could do to punish him for misbehaving. The snow leopard gulped and pulled down his shorts, letting them drop to the floor--his cock stood at attention and bobbed in the air.

"Mmm, there it is," Seth said, looking down and placing a warm hand on Patrick's sensitive erection. The snow leopard inhaled sharply, and Seth took that as a cue to lightly rub his fingers along the underside of the shaft, then swirl a pad under the head before he held the cock in his palm, lifting it and letting it drop to feel the heft in his hand. "That's nice. Now, what did I say about getting in the sling?"

Patrick jumped to get into the sex sling--it was his first time ever getting into one, and he gingerly leaned back into the small, padded leather hammock while trying to keep his feet on the floor.

"Go ahead and get all the way in, it's strong enough to support three of you," Seth encouraged.

"Ah, thanks." Patrick shifted in the sling until he settled in the natural position that the sling meant for him to be in based on how it was attached to the frame; his back was fully supported, his head was slightly lower to the ground but still cradled by the sling, and his ass was angled upward, while his feet now dangled in the air.

"Here, lift up," Seth told him, grabbing his left leg.

Patrick did as instructed and raised his leg, with Seth guiding him to one of the stirrups hanging from the frame, where he placed his foot. Seth cinched the stirrup strap around Patrick's ankle. Patrick felt the pressure against his tendons and winced.

"Too tight?"

"Just a little," he replied.

Seth released the cinch back by two notches.

"That's great there."

"Good."

Seth did the same with Patrick's right foot, lifting to the right stirrup and cinching it in place around his ankle, then moved to Patrick's upper half, where he took the snow leopard's left hand in his own and guided it to another strap hanging from the steel frame. Seth cinched the strap around his wrist so it didn't cut off circulation, then repeated the process with Patrick's right hand. He then stood back to admire his handiwork--Patrick was fully strapped in, spread out, and looked ripe for the picking.

"Mmm, beautiful," Seth mused. "How's that feel for you?"

Patrick tested the restraints around his wrists and ankles--he wouldn't be going anywhere. "Pretty good...I think."

Seth strode over to stand in between Patrick's legs and placed a finger on the tip of Patrick's hard cock. "I had a feeling. Comfortable enough for you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good." Seth lightly flicked Patrick's cock, making it bob back toward the snow leopard's belly before it stood up again. "Because we're just getting started."

Seth stepped back and practically jumped out of his own shorts, they were off of him that fast; Patrick saw that he wore a purple jockstrap that clung tightly to his crotch, with a sizable tent already forming inside. Seth winked and crouched down in front of Patrick's exposed ass, placing his hands on the snow leopard's hamstrings to steady himself.

From his vantage point, Patrick could only see the top of Seth's head and his long ears poking up from between his legs. But he could feel the young man's warm breath against his puckered hole. When he felt a fuzzy face press against his back entrance, Patrick groaned. And when he felt a warm tongue slather drool across his hole, Patrick leaned back further into the sling, arched his back, and shivered as he purred loudly. He heard a satisfied chuckle and smacking of lips from Seth, then just the wet, slurping sounds of the young man sliding his tongue around and inside the tight hole.

Patrick's nerves felt alight as Seth flicked the inner flesh of one of his most intimate areas with his tongue and slipped more and more drool into his rectum. Seth began tenderly for the first few minutes to get Patrick used to the feeling of having a tongue in his ass--the coach squirmed in the sling, trying to force himself further downward into Seth's face.

"Oh, more, please, more, Seth, that's so good," Patrick whimpered out into the room.

Seth smiled into Patrick's cheeks and began to escalate, going from gentle tongue fucking to full on eating out the snow leopard's ass, plunging his tongue inside and swirling it around before sucking on the rim, the kissing and nibbling it. He gently bit on Patrick's cheeks and taint, then repeated the whole process, tracing random patterns with his tongue inside Patrick's rectum, licking the inner folds of muscle with abandon--it got to the point that, for the next 20 minutes, the only sounds in the room were the sucking and smacking noises Seth made with his tongue and lips against and inside Patrick's hole, mixed with Patrick's panting, growling, purring, groaning, and the occasional "Fuck, yes, that's so good....god damn you're good at that...oh, right there's a good spot."

As the rabbit dug further and further into Patrick's ass with his face and tongue, the snow leopard's cock bounced and leaked pre down to his crotch; he curled his toes, lolled his head back in the sling, and rolled his eyes in pleasure, luxuriating in the physical sensations, lewd sounds, and the simple fact that someone was eating his ass like it was his first real meal after serving a long prison sentence.

Eventually Seth slowed and pulled out with a wet slurp, a thick strand of saliva still connecting his chin to Patrick's ass--to the snow leopard, it felt simultaneously as if the experience had lasted forever and hadn't been enough, like there could never be enough and he would always hunger for someone to eat his ass that way.

"Oh yeah, you've got a good gape going right now," Seth said while still crouched.

Regaining his senses, Patrick caught his breath and looked up at Seth, who now stood between Patrick's legs once more. Patrick grinned when he saw how wet Seth's face was--his fur was matted with his own drool and sweat.

"Enjoy yourself?" Patrick asked as Seth wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Seth panted and smiled down at his captive partner. "I could ask you the same thing, sounded like you really hated it," he said with a wink. He gently wrapped a hand around Patrick's still-firm cock and began to slowly pump up and down.

"Ooooh fuck," Patrick murmured as he watched the rabbit's skilled hand coax more pre from his throbbing erection. He felt Seth squeeze his cock and he bucked up into his neighbor's hand--Seth chuckled down at Patrick before adjusting his fingers so he held just the tip of his penis, with his thumb settled on the sensitive spot right below the head. He swirled his thumb around on the site, driving Patrick into another round of bucking up into Seth's grip and producing even more flows of pre.

"Mmm, very good," Seth said. He released his hold and rubbed his thumb on top of Patrick's urethra, where a large bead of pre had oozed out. He picked it up--it formed a slimy film between his pad and Patrick's cock, then a thin strand that snapped as Seth pulled it away and leaned forward to hold his extended thumb over Patrick's face. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Patrick did as he was commanded, and Seth slowly wiped his thumb on Patrick's tongue. He relished the taste of his own pre and wrapped his tongue around Seth's thumb, trying to get any last remaining dregs.

"Now swallow."

Patrick did so, excited that Seth had taken charge and ordered him to swallow his own fluids.

"How's it taste?" Seth asked.

"Nice and sweet."

"Yeah?" Seth looked down at Patrick's cock, where there were still visible trickles of pre on streaming down his cock. "Looks like I'll need to get some for myself." He leaned down and held out his own tongue, then slowly, torturously, lapped up along Patrick's shaft, then to the tip of his cock, where he suckled on the head and flicked his tongue across Patrick's urethra.

"Oooooh!" Patrick couldn't help but cry out at the feeling--the subtle pressure of the vacuum that Seth made with his mouth was just so good.

With a soft pop, Seth released Patrick's bobbing cock. "Yeah, I thought you might like that. Now, it's time for something else you might like."

Patrick, recovering his breath, watched as Seth turned to the closet behind him and pushed the sliding pocket door open to reveal rows of plastic storage tubs organized neatly on the shelves. Seth opened one of them and pulled out a black butt plug that looked about as long as Patrick's hand and tapered out from a tip as thin as a pen to a base as thick as a beer can.

"That's going in me?" Patrick's eyes were wide as Seth pulled out a bottle of lube and squeezed some onto the plug.

"Oh yeah, I think you can take this," Seth told him as he spread the lube around. "With how loose I already got you, I'd be surprised if you couldn't take it."

He brought the lube-covered plug closer for Patrick to see; now he noticed that the flared base was as thick as a beer can, but the widest part of the actual plug that would go inside him was about as wide as a TV remote. When Patrick nodded, Seth took the plug back and crouched down again between his legs.

Patrick waited--then he felt the cold tip of the plug prod his loosened hole, and he immediately winced and clenched.

"Just breathe, you can do it," Seth encouraged.

Patrick nodded and focused on his breath--big breath in, big breath out.

"That's it, just like that," Seth said as Patrick felt his hole loosen again.

Big breath in, big breath out. Big breath in, big breath out, plug tip and big breath in, big breath out and an inch of the plug inside.

"Real good, you're doing great," Seth told Patrick as he kept pushing.

Big breath in and another inch of the plug inside, big breath out and another inch in, widening his hole now. Patrick was starting to get that nicely full feeling in his ass and he unconsciously wriggled in the sling for more.

"Damn, your ass is hungry for it," Seth snickered. "Already halfway in. How're you feeling?"

"Good," Patrick replied.

Big breath in and another wider inch in, big breath out and another wider inch in.

"I'm gonna get this last inch in, okay?"

Patrick took one more deep breath and felt Seth hilt the plug completely inside him, the flared base sitting comfortably against his hole. He tried to clench around the silicone keeping him open, but his now gaping hole couldn't close at all. "Oooh, that feels so good...satisfying, too."

"Right?" Seth stood now and walked over to Patrick's upper half, where he stood by his head. "Nothing quite like that sense of accomplishment when you take a toy completely."

"Uh-huh," Patrick purred in agreement.

Seth smiled and leaned down to kiss Patrick upside down, his tongue snaking into the snow leopard's mouth and sliding across his teeth, then stood upright again. "Ready for more?"

"Oh yeah!" Patrick wriggled in his restraints.

Seth waggled his eyebrows and braced himself against the steel frame, then raised his right foot and placed it squarely on Patrick's face. "You'd better get to licking, then, I've been on my feet all day and they need some pampering."

Without hesitation, Patrick opened his mouth and began licking Seth's footpads, getting his tongue between his toes, kissing each one, sucking them, and slathering them all with drool. He worked his face back and forth, using his nose and cheeks as a massager in addition to his tongue, and he inhaled deeply through his nose, basking in the slightly musky and sweaty odor. He licked the foot from heel to toe and back again, covering every inch before working side to side. He swirled his tongue to clean every crevice of Seth's large foot, and he felt the rabbit lightly thump it against his face in approval.

"Mmm, very good, you might be useful after all," Seth crooned after a few minutes of the treatment. He slowly lowered his right foot from Patrick's face and replaced it with his left. "Just need to see if you can do as good a job on both feet."

Patrick repeated his ministrations on Seth's left foot, allowing himself to be nothing more than the young man's foot slave whose only desire was to taste the savory sweat and musk that clung to the wide, long, impressive pads. His tongue slurped along Seth's arch, eliciting an appreciative groan. Each toe got its own special service of kissing, suckling, and a bath of drool that he licked away. He wedged his tongue into the cracks between them, trying to soak up every possible drop of sweat that remained. He lapped at the heel and ball of the left foot identically to the right, and as Patrick worked, Seth thumped his foot against his face again.

After a few more minutes of this, Seth sighed contentedly and removed his foot from Patrick's face.

"Very good. I needed that so badly," Seth said. He nodded at Patrick's cock, which hadn't stopped throbbing once the whole time he'd been occupied with the rabbit's feet. "I can see that you needed that, too. Now, let's see if you enjoy the musk in my crotch as much as you did in my feet."

Without waiting for Patrick's assent, Seth stepped forward and plopped his bulging cock and balls, still housed tightly in the purple jockstrap, on the snow leopard's face. Patrick immediately sniffed into the rabbit's taint before huffing at his balls and licking the jockstrap, starting at the bottom and then up over the tented tip that barely contained Seth's erection. Patrick started trying to nose his way into the jockstrap from the sides and using his tongue to push the fabric away, but Seth pulled back from him.

"Oh no, you don't just give a few licks and then try getting to the good stuff," Seth said harshly. "I can see that you're gonna need some training--before you can suck my cock, you're gonna learn to appreciate what I wear to get all that musk and sweat just for you."

"B-but I--" Patrick began, but Seth clamped a hand over his muzzle, silencing him.

With his free hand, he pulled down the jockstrap. When it slid over and away from his erection, his cock sprang free like a diving board, and Patrick saw that the rabbit was also wearing a thick cockring around the base of his shaft and balls. Seth stepped out of his jockstrap one foot at a time, then held it over Patrick's face.

"Open," he instructed as he released Patrick's muzzle.

Patrick, seeing no other option but to do as the rabbit said, dutifully opened his mouth wide. Seth immediately stuffed the jockstrap in, fabric cup first, followed by the elastic bands, all balled up and resting on Patrick's tongue.

"Now why don't you suck on that and think about how much you love it," Seth said. He watched as Patrick complied--his mouth worked the jockstrap further into his mouth and he soaked it in drool, helping the flavorful musk and sweat release from the fabric and flow over his tastebuds. If Patrick was being honest, he was in heaven.

And it was about to get even better for him. Satisfied that Patrick was following orders, Seth walked back to the closet and pulled something else out of another plastic tub--when he turned back to face Patrick, the snow leopard saw that he held a black strap with buckles in his hand. At first, he wasn't sure what Seth had pulled out, but when the rabbit moved back behind his head and roughly cinched and buckled the strap around his mouth, he understood that it was a gag to help keep the jockstrap in and any words of protest from getting out. Not that Patrick felt like protesting, at least not yet.

"That's a good look on you," Seth said thoughtfully as he admired Patrick's new gear. Then it was like a lightbulb went off and he snapped his fingers. "Oh, that's what I need for this next part!"

Humming to himself, Seth went back to the closet and busied himself with one of the larger plastic tubs. Patrick craned his neck to see what Seth was pulling out, but the rabbit effectively hid everything from view until he was ready to make the reveal. When he turned to face Patrick again, Seth held an assortment of black rope and leather straps with silver chains and buckles. Patrick's eyebrows rose as he realized the extent of the rabbit's collection of bondage gear.

Already utterly helpless to do anything to stop Seth, Patrick watched and felt as his neighbor hooked more straps around his legs and secured them to the steel frame, spreading them further apart, raising them slightly higher, and immobilizing them completely. Seth then moved up to Patrick's hips, stomach, and chest, wrapping them in ropes that clasped into hooks at the bottom of the sling frame, so he couldn't move his torso at all. Seth also chained Patrick's wrists and triceps to the outer railings of the frame, leaving only his neck, head, and biceps free to show any signs of squirming. Last, Seth made a loop out of one of his remaining ropes, and hooked it around the base of Patrick's balls, where his scrotum connected with his groin. With a wicked grin at Patrick, Seth hooked the free length of rope around one of the carabiners attached to another one of the outer railing on the sling and began to pull, tugging Patrick's balls away from his body. Patrick groaned through the gag and tensed--the chains around his triceps rattled, and Seth gave one last tug before securing the rope around another hook and tying it off, leaving Patrick's balls stretched as far as they could go.

"Now that's more like it! What do you think?" Seth asked Patrick.

In a mixture of excitement, pain, and pleasure, Patrick whimpered around the jockstrap in his mouth.

"Yeah, I like it, too," Seth filled in with a smile. He leaned against the sling frame and toyed with Patrick's cock as he continued, "You know, my dad does this kind of thing to me a lot; only done it to him a couple times, and it's always interesting being on the giving end, even though I like being on the receiving end more myself. Though don't get me wrong, it's really, really hot doing this to you and introducing you to all this." He flicked Patrick's cock hard a few times--Patrick jumped with each flick as Seth sniggered, "Boing, boing, boing...I don't think I could ever get tired of that. Could you?"

Patrick whimpered again, but he could just barely form a smile under the gag.

"That's what I thought." Seth winked. "Boing!" He flicked the cock once more, this time with two fingers and enough force to make it hit Patrick's stomach before springing back, just as hard as ever while Patrick jumped in his restraints again, and another bead of pre oozed from his urethra. Seth laughed at Patrick's reaction, then patted him on his bound chest before he walked back to the closet.

Patrick breathed heavily to recover from the momentary pain while Seth rummaged around in his closet again. When the rabbit turned to face him again, Patrick saw that he held a short, leather slapper in one hand and a small, black briefcase in the other. Patrick couldn't help but wriggle in his bonds again, this time with a growing sense of anticipation and curiosity. Seth noticed and winked at the snow leopard.

"You're gonna have to wait, just be patient and keep sucking on that jockstrap," Seth told him as he set both objects on one of the side tables next to the fuck bench in the corner.

Seth unlatched the briefcase and flipped it open, but Patrick couldn't see what was inside. He heard Seth pick something up from the softened foam lining of the briefcase, then two soft snaps of something being connected, then a more audible click of another connection being made, and finally the sound of two sticky objects being pulled away from a plastic sheet--Seth finally turned around and walked towards Patrick; in his hands he carried two adhesive electrodes connected to a small black battery pack that, in turn, was attached to an adjustable strap.

"Let's see how well you do with e-stim," Seth said as he looped the strap around Patrick's left thigh. He then placed one sticky electrode patch on Patrick's taint, positioned just over his prostate, before placing the other directly on Patrick's shaft, right on the sensitive spot below his cockhead. The cool adhesive on the electrode made Patrick shiver momentarily before it began to warm to his body temperature.

"There we go, just like that," Seth muttered to himself as he switched on the power unit attached to Patrick's leg, although there was no electrical sensation that Patrick could feel. He looked up at Seth, puzzled. "Oh, you'll feel it soon, I just need to turn on the settings for you," Seth explained as he walked back to the side table. He picked up the leather slapper and the remote for the e-stim unit from the briefcase and returned to his position between Patrick's legs.

"Ready?" he asked.

Just as Patrick was about to nod, Seth already pressed a button on the remote, and a low-voltage jolt pulsed through Patrick's prostate and cock, making him grunt and jump--his hole involuntarily clenched around the plug in his ass, and the sensation made him feel completely vulnerable to everything that Seth had done to him. His heart raced and he panted as he realized just how much he enjoyed it.

"Told you you'd feel it soon," Seth teased as Patrick jumped with another pulse of electricity. The rabbit pressed another button on the remote, and the next pulse was more powerful as it surged through Patrick's groin. "I think we'll leave it there for now," Seth mused, watching Patrick jump in his bonds with each subsequent pulse. "But let's see if we can time it..." he began as he moved closer to Patrick's stretched balls and raised the leather slapper, ready to strike.

Pulse/jump...

Pulse/jump...

Pulse/jump...

Seth counted along with each jump from Patrick to see the interval between each pulse, and then on the sixth interval, he struck, lightly hitting Patrick's stretched testicles with the slapper, and the snow leopard groaned and did a double jump. Seth grinned at that, and kept up the rhythm.

Pulse/jump.

Smack/groan/jump.

Pulse/jump.

Smack/groan/jump.

Pulse/jump.

Smack/groan/jump.

"You're liking that, aren't you!" Seth called out over Patrick's groaning that had grown louder and louder as he continued swatting the snow leopard's balls.

Patrick moaned and nodded. Pre dribbled freely from his cock, soaking into his crotch and forming a slick mat of fluid and fur.

"You like having your balls tortured like this, don't you, big man!" Seth started smacking a little harder, causing Patrick to grunt more gutturally through the wet, musky jockstrap still lodged firmly in his mouth. "And you. Can't do. A thing. About it. Can you?" Seth timed his words with each pulse, emphasizing them on each smack to Patrick's balls.

It appeared that both Patrick and Seth were enjoying the experience--both of their erections stiffly bounced with every movement they made; Patrick's leaking shaft wobbled back and forth with each jump and smack on his balls, and Seth's thick cock bobbed up and down as he raised the slapper and brought it to bear against Patrick's aching and tender testicles. Seth continued like this for another 15 minutes, bringing Patrick to the edge of his limits, hovering just in the safe zone where Patrick felt like he didn't need to use his safe word just yet.

The snow leopard grunted and moaned as he savored the act of letting go, of ceding control of his body to this obviously well-experienced rabbit who was 16 years his junior, of just enjoying everything that was happening in this moment of lust-fueled excitement--the deliciously salty and musky taste on his tongue, the adrenaline rushing through his system, the electrical signals making his muscles convulse, the pain and pleasure of getting his balls tugged and smacked, the accomplished fullness in his ass, the leather and the rope and the chains biting against his body--for the first time in recent memory, Patrick was in bliss, huffing and grunting like the piggy little slut he'd envisioned himself as in many a fantasy.

When Seth slowed to a stop on the ball smacking and dropped the slapper to the floor, Patrick fearfully thought that, for a moment, playtime was over.

Instead, the rabbit pressed another button on the remote for the e-stim unit, and the pulses in Patrick's prostate and cock changed to a squeezing and rapidly pulsing tingle. He bucked against his restraints at the new sensation that was soft at first and then grew in intensity and speed as it felt like something was milking Patrick's prostate and cock simultaneously, and more pre dripped forth from his urethra and formed thin rivulets down his shaft, joining the rest of the mess in his crotch. He groaned in a continuous stream that grew louder in volume, then petered out as the electricity tapered off, only to start softly again and then rise to a fever pitch once more.

Seth, meanwhile, moved around to Patrick's head and simply stared down at his captive, watching his facial expressions reflect just how much abject pleasure and pain he was feeling. He knelt down and kissed Patrick's cheeks and forehead; he caressed the snow leopard's bound arms and traced the lines of muscle down to his shoulders, then along his pecs. He swirled his fingers around Patrick's nipples before alighting on them and pinching them while Patrick writhed and squirmed as much as he could under him. Seth continued to kiss Patrick wherever he could--his chin, his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders--and whispered softly in his ears.

"You're being such a good boy, taking all this pain. You want to cum, don't you?"

"Look at you leaking like a hose. Your balls must be churning so much. Don't you even think of cumming just yet."

"Just you wait until what comes next."

"You want me to fuck you. I can tell that you do. And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fill you up and breed you like the slut you were born to be."

If anything, Seth's dirty talk made Patrick purring, growling, and groaning louder and more desperate. Which was exactly what Seth wanted--he wanted Patrick to embrace being a quivering, horny-beyond-belief, sweat-covered, cum-hungry wreck. And by the looks and sounds of it, Patrick was already well on the way to that point. Just a couple more things to do.

Seth ended his ministrations to Patrick's upper half, moving back to between his legs, where he powered down the e-stim unit. Patrick, still shivering and trying to buck up against his restraints, looked tiredly at Seth, his expression showing pure, contented lust.

Seth smiled at Patrick as he removed the e-stim unit and pulled off the sticky electrodes. "You've been doing so good," he mused to Patrick. "Don't you worry, we're not done just yet." He rubbed Patrick's cock, feeling how slick and slimy it had become from all the pre that the snow leopard had produced. He chuckled as he squeezed, feeling his fingers slip on top of each other. "You're just a drippy pre factory, aren't you?" Seth removed his hand, trailing lines of pre from his digits, and licked his palm, tasting the sweet fluid.

Patrick let his head fall back on the sling, panting and trembling from the almost overwhelming sensations that still wracked his body. Seth let him lie there to recover as he replaced the e-stim kit on the side table and then strode back to the closet, where he opened another plastic storage bin. He pulled out a canister of thin metal rods, and he selected one that was marked as an 8-millimeter thickness. Seth replaced the canister in the storage bin and turned to Patrick, where he sidled up between his legs again. He took up the lube that he had used for the butt plug and squeezed a dollop onto the 10-inch long sounding rod.

Patrick felt Seth's hand on his cock, but he didn't raise his head, instead closing his eyes in bliss at the feeling. He didn't even look up when Seth rubbed the sounding rod across his urethra--he didn't know what it was, he just knew that it felt good. He did, however, crane his head up and open his eyes when he felt a growing pressure in his cockhead--he tensed when he saw Seth holding his engorged cock in one hand and using his other hand to slide the curved, blunt sounding rod into his urethra.

"Ssshhh, you're okay," Seth said in a hushed tone as he held the rod in place, not removing it and not pushing it in any further. "Just breathe it in, remember?"

Patrick looked warily at Seth, who nodded reassuringly back at him. After a moment of hesitation, Patrick breathed in, then exhaled. Big breath in, big breath out.

"That's good, just like that," Seth said encouragingly as he started to slide the rod downward again. "Just let it in. It feels good, doesn't it?"

Patrick nodded, starting to purr around the jockstrap in his mouth. He tried lifting his hips further to get more of the rod into his cock, but the ropes that bound him to the sling frame prevented him from moving more than a few centimeters. Seth noticed the movement and the intention all the same, though.

"You like having this rod in your cock?" he began. He raised it up by an inch before sinking it down again further into Patrick before pulling back, then slowly thrusting again. Seth kept this up as he continued, "Just focus on it, it's nice and soothing, isn't it? Just stretching you out and filling you up. Getting deep into your cock and fucking it the same way I'm going to fuck your ass. Feel that stretch? It's just gliding into you now, and all that pre you're making is helping it get deeper and deeper in you."

Indeed, pre was still dribbling from Patrick's cock; it oozed out around the sounding rod and joined the rest of the mess on his thick, slick erection before sliding to meet Seth's hand clenched around Patrick's shaft. The snow leopard wanted to lean his head back and relax, to simply bask in the feeling of having this most virginal of spaces violated and stretched like this, but he just had to watch more. Patrick was stunned and aroused to see that the small lips of his urethra were being visibly tugged up and pushed down with each thrust. Feeling his cock thicken was one thing, but seeing it look wider with the rod in it was another entirely. He could only imagine what his cock must look like from the side, to see the underside of his shaft visibly bulging with the outline of the rod as it expanded his urethra and slid down past his balls and into his taint before the curve of his urethra prevented it from moving further.

"Mmm, feel that?" Seth asked as he placed a finger on Patrick's perineum, pressing against the blunt tip of the sounding rod that met his finger there. He tapped on it, vibrating the rod in Patrick's cock and making Patrick groan. "Look at that, you bottomed out on eight millimeters on your first try."

Seth pulled the rod back and thrust it forward, hitting the bottom of Patrick's taint again, and again, and again. Patrick couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but enjoy the sensation of having his cock filled like this. Seth continued the treatment for a few more minutes before speaking again.

"So, do you think I should just let you cum now and let you go, or do you want me to fuck you?"

Patrick paused in his hazy, lust-addled revery. On the one hand, his balls were begging for release. On the other, getting fucked by Seth was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Then again, it sounded like he didn't even have a choice in the matter, as Seth spoke again.

"You know, since you've been so good at taking all that punishment, and it seems you learned your lesson about appreciating my musk and sweat, and you took a sound so far, I think you deserve to get fucked." Seth pushed the sounding rod once more into Patrick's cock before slowly withdrawing it. Patrick winced as his urethra suddenly felt empty when it had once been so deliciously full, and he heard a small, wet plop as the tip of the rod was pulled from his cock.

Seth unceremoniously dropped the sounding rod to the floor and then untied the loop around Patrick's balls, letting his stretched testicles hang, limp and plump and probably fuller of cum than ever. The rabbit then rubbed Patrick's restrained legs. "Ready for me to pull that plug out of you?"

Patrick nodded.

Seth massaged Patrick's stretched legs for a moment before sensually sneaking his fingers down to the snow leopard's ass. He delicately gripped the flared base of the butt plug that he'd inserted earlier, and started to slowly twist it, eliciting a muffled growl of pleasure from Patrick. Seth smiled and said, "Alright, one...two...three..."

On the count of three, he pulled, drawing the lips of Patrick's ass out for a moment before they popped back and gave up the plug while Patrick moaned. Seth pulled out the six inches of tapered silicone, and he saw that Patrick's hole was gaping beautifully, showing a deep red cavern that quivered as if begging for a thick cock to fill it. Well, who was Seth to deny such a request?

Seth couldn't resist sticking his tongue inside, and for his effort he was rewarded with a purring from Patrick that vibrated through his hole and into Seth's tongue. Seth revelled in the sensation before sliding his tongue out and replacing it with two fingers that he had coated in lube. He pushed as deep as he could, then squeezed more lube inside to make things as smooth as possible for Patrick. He pressed down on Patrick's prostate and wiggled his fingers into his second ring, saturating them both with lube; that earned him more purring and swishes of the snow-white, fluffy tail that hung from Patrick's rump.

When he was satisfied, Seth stood and began lining his throbbing cock up with Patrick's waiting hole. He licked his lips as he guided the tip to press against Patrick's loosened pucker, and when he felt the inviting, radiating warmth against his cockhead, he looked Patrick in the eye.

Patrick--lust-driven, hornier-than-ever, almost-unable-to-believe-his-luck, hungry-for-cock-in-every-possible-way Patrick--earnestly gazed at Seth and nodded.

Seth held his hands by his side and pushed his hips forward, gradually spreading Patrick's stretched hole over his head and shaft that pounded like a thick bass drum with his heartbeat. He stopped when Patrick huffed and groaned deeply, his muffled voice laden with primal desire--he was only a quarter of the way inside the snow leopard.

"That alright?" Seth asked.

It took Patrick everything he had to pull himself from the depths of his pleasure and respond to the question with a rapid nod.

"I'll take that as a fuck yes," Seth said. "Okay, since you want it so bad, here comes the rest."

Seth pushed more, to the halfway point...three quarters of the way now...and when he slowly slid in until he was completely hilted inside Patrick, his pelvis connecting with the snow leopard's exposed rump, it was like two perfectly connecting pieces had finally interlocked after unbearable ages apart.

When Seth held Patrick's hips in his hands, it was like something so much bigger, steadier, and more magnificent than the coach could imagine had surged forth to bear him upwards from a roiling sea of chaos.

And when Seth began to pull out and thrust inward again, it was as if the motion had been a natural dance that Patrick had forgotten the steps to and was learning all over again for the first time. Seth's cock was just perfectly thick and wide enough to make the stretch in Patrick's hole all the more pleasurable, and just perfectly long enough that it didn't penetrate too far. It pressed against his prostate to give Patrick more of that wonderfully full feeling, and he lightly clenched his hole to give Seth a tight sleeve of flesh that he could hump with abandon.

"Oh...my....fuck," Seth grunted.

And it certainly sounded and felt like Seth was taking him up on that--he got to the point that he was thrusting quickly in and out, slamming his hips against Patrick's exposed rear while his balls slapped up against Patrick's tail.

"Sooooo fucking good," Seth groaned through clenched teeth as Patrick moaned through the jockstrap in his mouth--drool flowed freely from the corners of his mouth around the gag, he didn't even care anymore.

Patrick's cock bobbed back between his stomach and Seth's, slapping the two of them and splattering pre on them both. Seth held onto Patrick's legs to brace himself and to use as leverage to fuck the older man. He'd intended to keep control, to enjoy himself as much as he could and savor the moment, but he soon lost himself to his own urges, and every single one of them was screaming at him to hump, to jackhammer the ass in front of him and breed it, to spill his seed into this snow leopard and try as hard as possible to impregnate him with how much cum he had to shoot.

While Patrick's head was leaned back in ecstasy, Seth plowed him hard and fast, his hips almost vibrating with the speed at which he fucked. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge--he wanted to back off, to slow down, to take his time the same way he'd trained himself to with his dad, but his body refused to let him with Patrick. His cock, his hips, his muscles, his nervous system--everything was on autopilot to breed, and everything he'd done today had turned him on so much, and this was just the cherry on top.

After just three minutes of rapid-fire fucking, Seth felt himself get to the point of no return. The slickness, the unimaginable warmth, the folds of flesh rippling across his cock, the beautiful man before him--it was all too much.

"Oh fuck, I'm close, oh fuck, I'm clooose," Seth heard himself moan as he kept thrusting. "Oh god...gonna...gonna cuuuuuuuuuooooOOOOOHHHH!"

Seth cried out as his hips carried him forward to the hilt in Patrick again, and again, and again, and then--

Fireworks.

His cock pulsed, his balls pulled up tight, and his mind scrambled into static as his senses flooded with pleasure. Seth's muscles spasmed uncontrollably as he dumped an enormous load into Patrick's warm, wet, slick, tight hole. Semen surged forward in thick ropes and seemed to take Seth's life force with it; the rabbit's mind was somewhere else entirely while his body slumped against Patrick's legs, groin, and stomach--his chest rested on Patrick's cock and his head on the snow leopard's belly as he wheezed heavily and looked half-dead. Patrick clenched his hole repeatedly to milk Seth's cock for every last drop of cum, and he purred as he felt the rabbit's thick erection still keep his ass from closing completely.

They lay like that together for a full two minutes, not talking (or in Patrick's case, moaning and groaning), not moving, not thinking--it was all they could do to just catch their breath.

When Seth finally recovered enough to stand, he pushed himself off of Patrick and held a hand to his head to steady himself.

"Ooooh damn...oof, that was good," Seth said to himself. He looked down at Patrick and grinned. "Now I know you were having a good time." He cleared his throat and gestured at the ropes, chains, gag, and straps still on Patrick. "Want me to get all that off you?"

The snow leopard nodded with a smile of his own appearing under the gag. Patrick first unclasped the gag and pulled out his jockstrap.

"How was all that?" Seth asked as he moved to free Patrick's arms.

Patrick sighed and leaned his head back. "Everything...I could've wanted and then some. You know how to show a guy a good time."

Seth laughed as the last chain fell from Patrick's right arm and he uncinched the strap around his wrist. Patrick let his arm flop against his chest while Seth freed his other hand. "I thought you might enjoy it. Nothing too surprising or that you didn't know about beforehand, right?"

Patrick rested both arms as the ropes around his chest, stomach, and hips came undone next. "No, that was all stuff I'd seen before, so nothing too shocking. Didn't expect to get sounded though."

Seth grimaced as he then unbuckled the leather straps around Patrick's legs. "Oh, man, I'm sorry, I should've asked--"

Patrick cut him off. "I said I didn't expect it, but I'm not saying it wasn't welcome." He winked at the younger man.

Seth sighed. "Are you sure? I didn't do any damage, did I?"

Patrick shook his head. "I'm telling you, you're good...I'm good." Patrick held a hand to his own head, taking in the room and everything that had happened in it. "I...I don't think I've felt this good in a long time."

Seth uncinched the locking straps for the stirrups, but left Patrick's feet hanging. "Good! I'm glad I could help out, and I'm really glad," he continued as he moved back to Patrick's head, "that you're feeling so good about yourself. If anything, it's made you even sexier."

Patrick looked up at Seth. "Yeah?"

Seth nodded and leaned down. "Oh yeah," he murmured before kissing the snow leopard. Their tongues darted into each other's mouths before Seth pulled away again. "Now, I did all of this to you, but...would you let me do something for you instead?"

Patrick cocked his head. "What do you have in mind?"

Seth winked and walked back to Patrick's rear to pick up the bottle of lube. He squeezed out a large dollop and worked it into his hole. "I'm probably not gonna need so much, considering how much pre you've been making."

Patrick grinned sheepishly, but his expression turned from sheepish to curious to excited as he watched Seth swing a leg over him as he hung the sling and straddle his hips, positioning his hole over Patrick's cock.

"You sure?" Patrick asked.

Seth grinned at the snow leopard, and then, without a word, slid down on his cock, taking Patrick completely inside him in one motion.

"Oooohhhh fffffuuuuuuuuuuck," Patrick moaned as he placed his hands on Seth's hips and pushed him further down into his lap. He loved everything about having Seth impale himself on his cock--the way his muscular legs lay heavily on his own, the way the hot folds of flesh wrapped around his throbbing, sensitive flesh, the way that the base of Seth's tail was down far enough to tickle the top of his balls, the way Seth's cock, still semi-hard, was flopped on his stomach--it was all just too good.

"I'm sure," Seth told him, relishing the feeling of the thick, pre-covered shaft pulsing inside him.

With that, Seth began to ride Patrick, this time taking it slow to give the snow leopard as much time as possible inside him. He bounced enough to make the sling beneath them jolt back and forth; he ground his ass down into Patrick's lap as if trying to get his balls into his ass, too; he slowly rose all the way up off of Patrick's cock only to torturously sink back down onto it, giving him a fully penetrative experience each time; and he rode back and forth to push Patrick's head and shaft against his prostate enough to milk it and cause a small amount of pre to dribble out on the snow-leopard's stomach. And the whole time, Patrick rubbed Seth's legs and held onto his hips; he pulled Seth forward for more kissing while he was inside the rabbit; he pumped Seth's cock with his hands while Seth milked his cock with his ass; and he thrust his hips upward to buck into the rabbit.

They also exchanged no small amount of dirty talk as they fucked that afternoon:

"Oh fuck, you feel so good inside me."

"I can't believe how warm you are, and so wet."

"I want your cum in me, I need a good thick load in my ass so bad."

"You're putting in the work for it, you got my balls boiling and I'm gonna give you a big one."

"Fuck, Coach."

"Oh yeah? I can either make you run some laps or make you get every last drop of cum out of me."

"God damn you're thick. Gettin' all the right spots."

"Fuck, I want to load you up so bad and have you walk around with my DNA in you."

Seth rode long and hard, losing track of time in the heat of the room--he couldn't have asked Patrick to tell him how long they'd been going either, as the snow leopard had forgotten completely about the concept of time; all that mattered to him was the rabbit riding his cock, holding his hands, kissing his lips, and licking his sweat. Patrick eventually worked his hips and thrusts in a way that made his cock repeatedly bash against a spot connected to Seth's bladder; he kept thrusting again and again for so long that Seth began to feel something loosen inside him, and he was doing everything he could to hold back the flood, but he couldn't keep control for much longer.

"Oh fuck, I need to piss," Seth groaned.

Patrick chuckled. "Hitting that spot, huh?" Path gripped Seth's thighs tightly. "Go ahead, boy."

Seth, still riding Patrick, did a double-take. "You sure?"

"Oh yeah. I want it"

Seth desperately clenched and waited, just in case Patrick said something else. Instead, the snow leopard bucked upward rapidly to hit the same spot, forcing Seth's body to lose the battle for bladder muscle control, and the rabbit couldn't do anything but relax and let loose.

"Ohhhh shiiit," Seth moaned.

Clear piss streamed from Seth's chubbed cock and soaked Patrick's fur. It pooled in his belly button, below and between his pectorals, in his neck, and dribbled off of him, onto the sling, and onto the floor in rivulets. The snow leopard's belly and chest were drenched in piss, but Seth couldn't help it; his bladder had been battered and knocked around too much for him to contract it, and there was nothing he could do but let his piss flow.

"Oh yeah, that's beautiful," Patrick murmured as he ran a finger lazily through the piss that had accumulated on his stomach. "Mmm you're making me thirsty."

Seth felt his heart flutter when he heard that. "Really?"

Patrick nodded and reached to wrap his fingers around Seth's still urinating cock. "I'm gonna need you to give me a good drink, boy." And without waiting for Seth to do anything, Patrick lifted Seth's cock to aim the flow of piss at his face. The coach opened his mouth wide and arced the urine into it, forming a tinkling pool in the back of his throat before swallowing and making room in his mouth for more.

After his second mouthful, he gulped and let the piss splash against his face and lips as he said, "Damn, that's refreshing. You could bottle this stuff and sell it." Patrick winked at Seth before opening his mouth for another fill. He swallowed and repeated another five times, gulping down every drop he could get. As he felt the flow of urine eventually peter out, he felt Seth's wet cock harden fully in his hand. The snow leopard looked up at the rabbit, who was still riding him in earnest.

"Did you like doing that?" Patrick asked--he felt and saw start humping his hand. "Liked seeing me drinking your piss?"

"Oh fuck, yessir," Seth said.

"Good boy." Patrick moved his hand to press it on top of Seth's cock, and the younger man began to hump more as he rode, effectively fucking Patrick's wet stomach. "Yeah, that's right, keep humping and riding your coach."

Seth could barely control himself, and he could tell from Patrick's breathing and the way he was thrusting his cock up into his ass, he wasn't too far behind, either.

"Ooooh fuck, I'm gonna get close again," Seth groaned.

Patrick upped the tempo at which he fucked Seth, his balls slapping against the taught cheeks and brushing against the fuzzy tail. It was getting to be too much for him, and Seth clenching his ass around Patrick's cock was only helping him further along his way.

"Mmm, I'm...ready to breed you...Seth," Patrick gasped after another minute.

They ground and humped into each other, and Patrick felt that sensation growing in his loins and tracing down from his gut to his balls.

"Oooh, ooooh ffffuuuuuuuck," he growled as he humped up, up, up, and then--

Lightning.

Cum erupted and flooded upward into Seth's ass while Patrick arched his back up into the rabbit. His thighs clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, and his breath came out in short bursts as a thick torrent of semen coated Seth's insides, painting them thoroughly in a wave of sperm.

"Ooooooh!" Patrick practically howled and squeezed his eyes shut as he rode to the top of his orgasm; his hips automatically continued pumping upward into the warm ass that expertly squeezed his cock for every drop of cum his balls had produced, while his mind crested in an explosion of endorphins.

Through the haze, he felt Seth's hole tighten around his twitching cock repeatedly as the rabbit shot rope after rope after rope of cum on the snow leopard's stomach, chest, and face. Patrick's mouth hung open and a couple errant strings of cum landed on his lips, tongue, and teeth. He heard Seth panting hard and moaning above him, but Patrick's mind was in no state to do anything else--his hormones washed away every other function except survival and pleasure, and then everything was still for just a moment, just two men in a sex sling together and covered in bodily fluids.

Patrick breathed in and out as his mind settled back into his body.

He waited.

Seth bucked sporadically, and Patrick felt his cock flex against his stomach while his own softening erection was still lodged inside the younger man's ass.

He still waited.

A bird chirped outside.

Patrick exhaled. He felt good. He felt...actually happy. And the only thing he could think about was how good he felt right now. Nothing about the future, no terrible "what if" situations. All that was on his mind was just being in this room with Seth and the fun that they'd just had.

He tasted the salty cum that had landed on his tongue and licked his lips and teeth for the rest that he could get, then swallowed, delighting in the flavor and gooey texture and the fact that, for once, he wasn't desperately huffing and licking his own from a towel or his hand or a soiled pair of shorts. Patrick breathed in, and then let it out as a soft laugh.

"What...what're you thinkin' about?" Seth murmured.

Patrick smiled and shook his head, then wrapped his arms around Seth and pulled him forward in the sticky, wet mess they had made together. He kissed the rabbit on the cheek.

"Oh, just...thank you for today," he replied.

Seth chuckled weakly. "Believe me...it was...my pleasure."

Patrick rubbed his back and they lay like that together in the sling to catch their breath again. After a few moments of silence, Patrick thought of a question to ask. "How many times can you cum?"

Seth yawned, cleared his throat, and brushed his fingers through Patrick's still-damp chest fur. "Two's my limit, that's all you're getting out of me today."

---

"I can't believe I've never done anything like this before," Patrick said as he flipped the veggie and salmon burgers on his grill--he was completely naked and drinking a shandy.

"Well, first time for everything," Phil Mason said as he swung an arm around Patrick's shoulder and clinked his can of lager against the snow leopard's bottle. "How's it feel?"

Another three weeks had passed since Patrick and Seth's first encounter. Since that day, the two had grown almost inseparable--in fact, they would have been if it hadn't been for the track and field clinic taking up most of Patrick's schedule. But in his spare time, he had spent golden afternoons, darkened nights, and dusky mornings with the younger rabbit. They spent multiple sessions exploring kinks and fetishes using the collection of gear stored in Seth's closet, but the majority of their time together focused on tamer, but still just as satisfying, acts: Patrick's knees got a much different workout routine from repeatedly riding Seth in his bed, and his ass had been stretched and bred so much that Patrick could barely make it through 24 hours without wanting more. His balls had been drained too many times to count as Seth had sucked him to completion. His hole almost had a mind of its own as it gaped and quivered every time Seth rimmed him and swirled his tongue around the small rosebud he'd been helping Patrick grow. He was sure that he gained at least a couple pounds from swallowing such high volumes of cum from Seth, but he also figured that he might be losing that weight from the exercise his hips got every time Seth backed up against him and got the snow leopard to fuck him.

They'd done it in every room of each other's houses, in their backyards, in Seth's hot tub and greenhouse, in Patrick's pool--there wasn't a living space left that hadn't hosted their sexual activity. In a particularly daring act, Patrick had even worked up the courage to get Seth to fuck him in a secluded spot under the bleachers at the rec center track after a day at the training clinic. It had been so hot under the metal seats that the two of them had felt like they were in an oven, and their sweat dripped in large splatters against the pavement while Seth's balls slapped against Patrick's.

The rabbit had nonchalantly yanked down Patrick's shorts, slipped a few lube-coated fingers inside the loosened hole, and gotten right to business--Patrick had moaned when Seth fully mounted him, and the younger man had clamped a hand over the snow leopard's muzzle to keep him from making too much more noise. When they'd finished, Patrick had pulled up his shorts and clenched his hole tight, simultaneously praying that he could keep Seth's cum inside and hoping that he couldn't stop himself from letting it leak out into his shorts and down his legs during the walk to his car.

Eventually, as Patrick grew more and more comfortable with this part of himself and what he was doing with Seth, he began to yearn for more, to push the envelope further and explore just how much he'd been missing out on. When he shared this with Seth, the rabbit smiled deviously and suggested something that Patrick had secretly been wanting to learn more about ever since that conversation in the pool the night of Independence Day.

"Why don't I have my dad over to meet you?"

Which brought the three of them to today for a cookout by Patrick's pool--Seth was naked as the day he was born and held a margarita while he lazily floated on an inner tube in the water. Music played softly on the outdoor speakers, and Phil and Patrick, both fully nude and arms around each other, stood by the grill, chatting while the food cooked. After Seth's introductions, some conversation, and a couple drinks, everyone was feeling comfortable enough with each other to simply strip and get the cookout started.

"All in all...not bad," Patrick conceded with a smile. He wagged his hips, swinging his chubbing cock lightly, and laughed. "I think I could get used to this."

"I know I could," Phil chuckled--his gut bounced as he did so, and Patrick appreciatively eyed the man who was built like a tank. Phil took another swig of his drink and gave Patrick a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, and Patrick saw his cock bounce--the older rabbit was just as long as Seth, but somehow even thicker. The rabbit then looked Patrick in the eye and just barely inclined his head closer to the snow leopard's. "May I?" he asked softly.

Patrick smiled and leaned in to meet Seth's father where he was, his lips making contact with Phil's. Phil huffed satisfyingly into Patrick's muzzle and, without any hesitation, pushed his tongue into the snow leopard's mouth. Patrick moaned softly at the invasion that he didn't mind at all--if Seth kissed with passion, his dad kissed with domineering vigor. Phil squeezed Patrick's shoulder again, this time as if claiming the younger man, while their tongues wrestled for a moment before Patrick gave up, simply revelling in the taste of Phil's spearmint breath freshener and beer. The older rabbit reached over to Patrick's chest to stroke his fur with the fingers not wrapped around his can of lager, and Patrick felt ready to melt under Phil's attention.

Patrick heard Seth whistle from the pool.

"Love the show, just don't burn the food!" Seth called with a laugh before draining the rest of his margarita.

Phil huffed again in Patrick's mouth before pulling back and grinning lustfully at Patrick's still open mouth. He rubbed the side of Patrick's face and said quietly, "That boy's got a mouth on him, doesn't he? I know how we can put it to good use, though."

Patrick swallowed. "Oh really?"

Phil winked and patted the snow leopard's shoulder as he said, "You'll find out soon enough." He released Patrick, set his beer on the table next to the grill, and ran for the poolside. "Make some room, kiddo!" he yelled right before he cannonballed on top of Seth, sending them both plunging to the bottom of the pool with a giant splash.

Patrick laughed as he watched father and son resurface; Seth was gasping and trying to swim away from Phil, but his dad grabbed him by the leg and bodily pulled him back into a tight embrace and a kiss of their own. Seth held onto his father's shoulders and kicked his legs in time with him to keep treading water. Eventually Phil leaned back just enough to break the kiss, and Patrick heard Seth jokingly grumble, "I hate you."

"Kids, am I right?" Phil called to Patrick. "They're never grateful, but they're a lot of fun!" he continued as he submerged a hand and groped Seth's cock. Seth gasped and Phil used the distraction to push his son underwater and force his face onto his own crotch. The older rabbit held him down for a few seconds before releasing his grip, and Seth bobbed to the surface again. "Now how do you feel?"

Seth laughed and kissed his dad on the cheek before muttering privately in his ear. Phil winked and nodded, then released Seth; the younger rabbit swam to the edge of the pool, where he hauled himself out and walked over to Patrick to check on the food.

By the time the burgers and sides were ready, the three of them were pleasantly buzzed and ready to chow down--as Phil, Seth, and Patrick sat on their recliners and ate, they talked about Patrick's training clinic, how Phil had been adjusting since Seth had moved out, how Seth had been enjoying the neighborhood, and Patrick's plans for his Labor Day party in two weeks. The three men drank and sunned themselves in the bright heat of that afternoon, and it didn't take long for their discussion to drift to more carnal topics.

"Well, it sounds like my boy's been giving you a really good time," Phil said. He was sitting next to Seth with his hand resting on his son's lap, and he'd just listened to Patrick describe how Seth had strapped him to his fuck bench and spent a good hour simply milking his prostate before breeding him--his cock had drooled so much pre that a puddle had formed on the floor, and Seth had ordered Patrick to lick up after their fun. "Glad you've been getting some good use out of him," Phil continued as he patted Seth's cock that had stiffened under his large hand.

Patrick nodded and finished his fourth bottle of shandy. "He's really shown me a lot, I can't tell you how grateful I am."

"Well, from what I've heard, I should be grateful to you, too," Phil countered, scratching his chin. "Normally this guy's begging me for some action every day, but thanks to you I actually have some free time. Plus it sounds like you've been doing right by him, so..." he trailed off and looked at Seth.

"Hm?" Seth looked at his father and raised an eyebrow. Patrick watched the two of them.

"Maybe we should both show our gratitude?" Phil suggested to his son.

Seth grinned and looked at Patrick. "Would you like that?"

Patrick felt his heart flutter and he set his empty bottle to the side. His mouth felt dry and he took a moment to swallow, then said, "Well, if you both insist."

Seth crawled off of the recliner--Phil's hand gently let go of his cock, letting it swing between his legs. The younger rabbit stood from his seat and bent to guide Patrick to stand, too. They smooched tenderly before Seth steered Patrick so that he stood in front of Phil, with Seth standing behind him and holding his hands on his shoulders.

Phil groaned as he shifted and also got to his feet--the 50-year-old's heft brushed against Patrick's body as he stood face-to-face with the snow-leopard. "Been looking forward to this," Phil told Patrick serenely as he cupped his chin with his right hand. The older rabbit lightly scratched the underside of Patrick's jaw, causing the snow leopard to close his eyes and lean into his hand. Phil grinned and then used his thumb and forefinger to rub the sides of Patrick's face, and Patrick reflexively let his mouth hang open. "Yeah, you like that, bud?" Phil murmured.

"Uh-huh," Patrick moaned softly.

"Mmm, good boy." Phil let his thumb swirl against Patrick's cheek again before using his fingers to grasp the snow leopard's cheek in a position that kept his mouth open.

Patrick opened his eyes again to see Phil's jaw work back and forth for a moment before the rabbit pursed his lips, then spat a large glob of saliva right onto Patrick's tongue--the heat in Patrick's cheeks rose at the act, and he unconsciously flexed his erection. Phil then calmly slid his thumb past the corner of Patrick's lips and into his open mouth, resting it in the foreign saliva now coating the younger man's tongue. Patrick purred as Phil absently rubbed the pliable, wet muscle, mixing his spit with Patrick's; the pad on his thumb felt so soft, like a probing cushion that pressed down with just the right amount of pressure and affection. Patrick watched as Phil smiled at his reaction--instinctively, Patrick closed his lips around Phil's thumb and began to suckle on it, scanning Phil's face for feedback: the rabbit's grin grew wider.

"Yeah, boy, just like that," Phil murmured.

Seeing that his dad had started, Seth decided to get to work. He stood on his tip-toes and planted a kiss on the back of Patrick's neck--the snow leopard arched his neck from side to side in pleasure. Seth then kissed along his shoulders and wrapped his arms around Patrick's waist; his hands sensually worked their way along his pelvis to encircle the snow leopard's cock and balls. When Seth reached his target, he kissed Patrick's neck again and ever-so-delicately squeezed his testicles in gentle pulses while he began to leisurely pump his shaft.

Patrick moaned at the sensations on his backside and below his waist. As Seth worked those areas, Phil raised his left hand to stroke Patrick's navel and around his belly button, fingering it briefly before tracing a path up his stomach and to his right pectoral. His fingers alighted on Patrick's nipple and tenderly squeezed the small nub; Patrick shivered and moaned.

Phil eventually slipped his thumb out of Patrick's mouth with a wet pop--a thin strand of saliva kept Patrick's tongue connected to Phil's digit before it snapped as the older rabbit moved his hand around to the base of Patrick's skull, just north of where Seth was kissing the nape of his neck. Phil gripped the fur on Patrick's head tight and pulled to tilt his chin back. Like a predator, Phil dove in for Patrick's exposed neck and licked across his trachea, tracing the outline of his Adam's apple and the cords of muscle leading down to his clavicle. Patrick squirmed and panted as he felt Phil's tongue slide over his sensitive spots.

"Ooooh fuck, that's good, Phil," he crooned.

Phil huffed into his neck and pulled back; he kept his grip on Patrick's fur, but allowed him to lower his head again.

"You know, you can call me Dad, too, if you like," Phil said huskily.

Patrick gasped lightly as Seth massaged the spot on his cock just under the head, then tightened his grip around the shaft to make it throb and ooze out a bead of pre. In his lust-induced haze, Patrick was so close to agreeing, but there was just something not quite right. At least, not yet.

"Um...I do want to, but..."

Phil smiled hearteningly and rolled Patrick's nipple between his fingers, showing he wasn't upset. "Maybe another time."

"Maybe when I've got a little more..."

Phil nodded encouragingly, letting Patrick trail off. "Of course. And we can talk about that later. But for now..."

The older rabbit renewed his grasp on Patrick's head and pushed him forward now, forcing his muzzle to meet Phil's in a deep kiss. Patrick closed his eyes and placed his hands on Phil's shoulders, steadying himself against the barrel-bodied man 12 years his senior.

Meanwhile, Seth had begun to blaze a trail of kisses down Patrick's spine as he crouched down before he rested on his knees, his face caressed by Patrick's slowly twitching tail. His hands retreated from the snow leopard's cock and balls and moved back to his ass cheeks--roughly, Seth spread Patrick's glutes, and Patrick unconsciously raised his tail to help reveal his hole that had seen so much use in such a short amount of time; the once-tight pucker was naturally gaping now as Patrick was fully relaxed and ready for Seth to dip in.

Seth kept Patrick's cheeks spread for a moment, teasing his neighbor, before he gently puffed a breath of hot air across his hole, making it reflexively wink. The second Patrick's hole opened again, though, Seth planted his mouth right on top of it and began to eagerly suck at the rim and the flesh within, waggling his tongue inside and out to stimulate the snow leopard.

Patrick moaned directly into Phil's mouth, and Seth's father pushed his tongue deep into the younger man's muzzle, teasing the back of his throat and roof of his mouth.

The three of them kept that position for a good five minutes--Phil and Patrick simply making out with each other, Seth eating out Patrick without a care in the world--before Phil broke the kiss and got down on his knees in front of Patrick's throbbing cock. Patrick looked down at the older rabbit, who ran his thumb along the underside of his erection, then palmed it in his fist and gave it a good squeeze.

"Oooh, fuck," Patrick moaned as Seth also dug further into his hole, making his cock bounce in Phil's hand.

Phil smiled up at Patrick and released his cock. Then, without warning, he wrapped his lips around the tip and sank the whole thing in his mouth until his nose was firmly smushed into Patrick's crotch. Patrick could do nothing but hunch over Phil in pleasure and place his hands on his shoulders for support as the rabbit sucked, forming a vacuum with his mouth, before releasing the pressure and sliding his tongue all over his cock, slathering the warm, tender flesh with drool. Every so often, he would flick his tongue across Patrick's urethra, pushing at it and teasing the snow leopard with the prospect of trying to feed his tongue into his cock and get the freshest load of cum possible.

Patrick almost couldn't process what was happening: Seth was tongue-fucking him and eating him out like his ass was the most delicious meal he'd eaten in his entire life and needed to savor every morsel; Phil had begun sliding his muzzle back and forth along Patrick's length, deep throating him with a mouth, tongue, and esophagus that all felt like they were made of the softest and warmest velvet imaginable, and his head bobbed on Patrick's cock like it was the most natural thing in the world to bring the snow leopard--this man who had both fucked and been fucked by his son--such pleasure.

He'd almost forgotten that they were all outside with the hot sun beating down on them; it was as if they were in a tropical paradise specifically for their sexual gratification. Nothing mattered in this private garden, this secluded utopia, except the physical delight that the three men gave to each other. Patrick was rooted to the spot and couldn't move even if he wanted to; his legs were held firmly in place by two pairs of hands, with Seth's on his cheeks and upper thighs and Phil's gripping his waist--the older rabbit used his hold to guide Patrick's hips to thrust his cock in and out of his mouth as he sucked and let his balls swing against his bearded chin. Patrick's mind reeled as he fully grasped the concept that father and son were working in tandem to bring him such pleasure.

"Ooooh god, you're both getting me so close," Patrick moaned after another five minutes. He was surprised to have lasted this long, but he knew he couldn't hold out much longer--that familiar feeling was starting to well up in the pit of his stomach.

Phil and Seth seemed to take that as a cue to only intensify their ministrations: Patrick felt Seth open his mouth wider against his ass and force his tongue deeper to squirm against and stroke his prostate, which fed more pre into Phil's mouth, and Patrick watched Phil increase his stroke and pace; the rabbit sucking his cock slobbered from tip to base, going faster and faster as he upped the vacuum pressure in his mouth and kept running his tongue along the underside of Patrick's shaft.

"Oh fuck," Patrick gasped.

He started thrusting more actively, trying to control his involuntary bucking against Phil's face, but that tongue and throat were driving him wild. Seth's tongue was hitting just the right spot, beating out a tattoo against his prostate, and Patrick felt a juddering, quivering sensation in his gut. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned further over Phil, trying not to hunch too far in on himself as his balls drew up.

"Ooooh, ooh fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuuuuu..."

Patrick didn't even feel Phil pull away from his cock after the first volley of cum burst from his cock and shot down the rabbit's throat; all he heard was heavy panting and Phil groaning, "Yeah, oh fuck yeah, just like that."

His hole clenched around Seth's tongue that so deliciously filled him and continued to torture his prostate. His legs shook as his whole body rocked with his orgasm--if it weren't for Phil kneeling in front of him for support, he would've fallen to the ground. Instead, he remained standing (albeit hunched over) and bucked lightly into the air as his pulsating cock shot thick string after thick string of hot semen before slowing to an oozing flow that fell to the patio with tiny splashes.

Patrick huffed and puffed for a minute to catch his breath, just leaning against Phil--he shuddered, gasped, and involuntarily flexed his softening cock as Seth withdrew his tongue with a slurp and released his cheeks. The snow leopard swallowed to clear his throat, then opened his eyes to look down at Phil--the rabbit's face was splattered with ropes of his cum, and he smiled up at Patrick.

"Oh, fuck, Phil, I'm sorry--"

Phil waved him off and licked his lips as Seth moved out from behind Patrick to sit on his knees next to his dad. "I love getting a good facial. And you're mighty tasty, boy." He swiped a finger through the glob of cum that had landed next to his nose and held it up to Patrick's mouth. "Wanna try for yourself?"

Patrick grinned and leaned down further to let Phil insert his cum-laden finger into his mouth--it was just the right texture and flavor that he had so craved, and Patrick sucked Phil's digit to get every last speck while Seth leaned over his father and, resting his hand on Phil's throbbing erection for support, licked the older rabbit's face, lapping up the strands of cum.

"Mmm, good boy, clean up your old man," Phil rumbled in approval as he let his son give him a tongue-bath.

Patrick opened his mouth again to let go of Phil's finger, and then his gaze settled downward to see that both Seth and Phil were still fully erect.

"Well, after that kind of service...I feel like the least I can do is help you both out," Patrick said.

Seth finished licking the cum off of Phil's face, winked at his dad, and looked up at Patrick. "Any thoughts on how you can do that?"

The snow leopard chuckled. "I've got a couple ideas."

---

"Come on, Logan, come on, you can do this," Patrick muttered, watching the runners on the track.

As one of the coaches for the overall division, Patrick technically wasn't supposed to show that he was rooting for one athlete over the others, but he kept his voice low and expression neutral enough that he could get away with the words of encouragement.

Today was the final day of the track and field training clinic; to celebrate and get the students inspired for the upcoming season of school meets, each summer clinic ended with a track and field tournament. Throughout the week, the students had participated in qualifier events--those who didn't qualify for a spot in the finals had joined their parents, the parents of the participating students, and the rest of the spectators in the bleachers lining the track at the rec center. The top three winners for each event would be presented with medals as well as vouchers for athletic outfitter shops, restaurants, and movie theaters around town.

It was the final boy's 400-meter hurdle race, and Logan had cleared every hurdle so far and kept his gait even--he was trailing by just half a step behind Steven Birch, a horse from Remery Prep; Steven had been the favorite going into the race, but Logan was giving him a serious run for his money.

Patrick glanced at the LED board looming over the field--the stopwatch on it showed that Steven was running his best time yet for the whole summer.

"Come on, Logan, show him what you can do," Patrick said through gritted teeth while he clapped for all the runners.

Just four hurdles to go, and Logan was still a half-step behind.

By the seventh hurdle, he'd started closing the gap.

At the eighth hurdle, Logan matched Steven for each footfall.

"You can do it." Patrick could feel his heart jump in his chest when they cleared the ninth hurdle at the same time.

At the tenth hurdle, the crowd in the bleachers behind Patrick was going ballistic--it was the final stretch now, Logan and Steven going all out for the last sprint, and...

Patrick pumped his fist in the air, and both he and Luis whooped joyously along with the rest of the spectators--Logan had finished just a toe ahead of Steven, with Tadashi Okuda, a fox from Lakewood, joining them in the spot for bronze.

The three teens, panting from the exertion, shook hands and clapped each other on the back--Logan took Steven and Tadash's wrists in his hands and raised it into the air, the three of them grinning widely. Patrick looked back at the crowd and saw Logan's parents screaming themselves hoarse, clearly beside themselves.

At the end of the day, after the awards had been distributed, the last speeches had been made, and the bleachers had been cleared out, Patrick was talking with a few stragglers when he heard someone call his name.

"Hey, Coach! Coach Lin!"

He looked back toward the parking lot and saw Logan walking with his parents to meet him. Patrick waved before he excused himself from his current conversation and strode over to Logan, a genuine smile on his face.

"Hey, congratulations!" he said as he met Logan for a quick hug.

Logan stepped back from the embrace and said, "Couldn't have done it without you! I just wanted to say thanks."

"And so did we," Logan's dad said, shaking Patrick's hand. "Logan's been practicing so much, and he's been following your advice the whole summer. I can't believe how fast he was going!"

"You've really done something amazing with this clinic," Mrs. Greene added. "I didn't know what to think of it at first, but now..."

Patrick held up his hands and smiled. "It's not just me, although I'll take the credit when we're back in school and I'm coaching Logan and the rest of the team myself."

"We're going to Lakewood first, right?" Mr. Greene asked.

Patrick nodded. "Then they're coming to us, then Luther-Davison--I'll share the schedule on the first day we're back. Any plans for the last couple weeks before the fall starts up?"

"We'll do a camping trip at Spire Lake for a few days, just to get away from everything for a little bit," Mrs. Greene replied. "How about you? You've got your Labor Day party coming up soon, right?"

Patrick sighed with a smile. "Oh yeah, got a whole bunch of stuff I need to do for that--the whole team's invited to that, by the way! Then it's all just paperwork for me, gotta get ready for the new school year."

Mr. Greene was about to ask another question, but a buzzing in his pocket cut him off. "Oh, sorry, hang on--" He pulled his phone out of his pocket and consulted the screen. "Ah, shoot, that'll be dinner reservations." He replaced his phone in his pocket and shook Patrick's hand again. "We've got to skedaddle, but if there's anything we can do to help out the team, please just give us a shout."

"We can't thank you enough for everything you've done," Mrs. Greene said as she also shook hands with Patrick.

"It's been my pleasure," Patrick told them. "Just keep an eye on that one, he's something really special," he continued, pointing a finger and winking at Logan.

Logan hugged his coach again. "Thanks so much."

Patrick patted him on the back before releasing him. "Thank you, Logan. See you in a couple weeks."

Patrick waved at the Greenes as they departed. He then turned and walked back into the rec center to collect his bag, and the only thing on his mind just then was how tired he was from the training clinic for that whole summer. He started to swear that this was the last time he'd do it, but he chuckled to himself as he realized that he'd probably be back here in a year's time, thinking the exact same thing.

---

It was the morning of Labor Day, and Patrick was in his bed, riding Seth cowgirl style. He'd left his door unlocked for some of his neighbors to come over early to help with setup for the party that afternoon, and he had been sleeping in, but Seth had snuck in even earlier, crawled under the bedcovers, and rimmed Patrick out of his sleepy stupor. It didn't take much coaxing from there for Patrick to climb on top of the younger rabbit, line his stretched hole up with Seth's morning wood, and start bouncing and grinding.

They'd been at it for 20 minutes, simply taking their time and enjoying each other, when Seth's phone started to ring on Patrick's bedside table. Patrick looked over as he continued riding the rabbit and saw that it was a video call from Phil.

"It's your dad," he chuckled.

Seth groaned. "I love him, but he's got the worst timing sometimes." He shook his head to himself.

The phone kept ringing. "You gonna get that?" Patrick asked, rising and falling on Seth's cock.

Seth frowned, then grinned. "Maybe he should see what his bad timing gets him." Seth reached over and plucked his phone from the bedside table, then opened the call.

"Hey there!" Patrick heard Phil say over the speaker.

Before Seth could speak, Patrick started riding him harder, so every word out of the rabbit's mouth was punctuated with a grunt and jolt. What was more, Seth failed completely at hiding just how much pleasure he was in at that moment--his facial expression, which showed just how far in the throes of lust he was in thanks to Patrick's hard riding, was about as subtle as a train slamming into a brick wall. "Hey. Dad! This. Isn't. A. Great. Time."

"Why, what are you...oh," Phil started, then trailed off and laughed as he realized what was happening.

Seth smiled, then flipped his phone to show Patrick riding him. Patrick waved and called, "Hey, Dad, wish you could join us!"

"Mmm, me too, son," Phil rumbled. He laughed again before continuing, "I'll leave you two boys to it and call back later."

With that, Phil ended the call and the screen on Seth's phone went black. Patrick eased up on his bouncing and laughed as Seth groaned and tossed his phone back on the table. "Did you have to go all out like that?"

"What, I can't have some fun and mess with you a little?" Patrick teased.

"Oh, maybe just a little," Seth playfully conceded before Patrick leaned in to kiss him.

Eventually, Patrick's knees began to ache, so he and Seth switched positions; this time Patrick was on his back with his feet resting on Seth's shoulders. Seth plunged his cock to the hilt in the snow leopard's hole, hitting that special spot for Patrick, before he slowly pulled out, then began to thrust in and out and in a lazy rhythm for another 15 minutes.

If only Seth had been faster.

There was a knock on Patrick's bedroom door, which was currently ajar, and a voice called, "Patrick, you in here?"

The two of them froze in Patrick's bed and watched in horror as Tina pushed past the door while saying, "I thought I'd get here a little early to help with--OH! Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

She immediately backpedalled out of the room and pulled the door shut.

It was silent for a moment.

And another. Seth and Patrick were still looking at the door as if expecting a bomb to go off.

Somehow through his embarrassment, Patrick finally managed to clear his throat and, with his feet still on Seth's shoulders and the rabbit's still-hard cock in his ass, tentatively called out, "Tina?"

"Y-you guys take your time, I'll just be out by the pool!" From the sound of her voice, it was clear that Tina was leaning against the door, as if barricading anyone else from coming in. She cleared her throat as well and continued, "You two are great together--the whole neighborhood knows already, I didn't mean to...I'll just...go crawl under a rock now."

Patrick and Seth paused, giving Tina a little time to leave. Then Seth looked down at Patrick, his eyebrows raised.

Patrick looked up at Seth, his expression vacant and his mouth open.

They waited.

Seth made a single, experimental thrust into Patrick.

Patrick snorted, then burst into full laughter; Seth, still inside Patrick, joined him and dropped down on his stomach as he let his neighbor's feet fall behind him. They couldn't stop for a full minute, hysterically giggling and howling together. Patrick roared with laughter, bouncing Seth with his thick gut, and Seth sniggered and wheezed, neither of them able to contain themselves until the adrenaline passed. As they finally settled down, Patrick patted Seth's back and started making moves to sit up.

"Come on, we've got a party to get ready," he grunted as he shifted in the bed--Seth's slipped out of him as he heaved himself up.

"I'm right behind you," Seth said.

Patrick kissed him on the cheek. "Glad you can come to this one."