FSE

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by tagenar

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7136003.Tagenar

I have no Patreon. I have no onlyfans. I have no online store. I cannot be prolific enough to justify a subscription. If you like what I do, please buy my books. It's cheaper than a subscription in the long run.

Uni

"You're right. This guy is hot."

Ethan scrolled down the public 2Cents profile. The model was a fellow Jackal, but at least double Ethan's weight. Username JackalLiftingBuddy, and the pinned_¢ent_ was a video of him bench-pressing 250 while naked and hard. The angle hid his face. All you could see was his chest muscles in motion and his throbbing cock.

The jackal's arms bulged outward, biceps puckering the chest with every rep. His chest was thick enough to hide a soda bottle between them, and his cock had more veins than Ethan's eyes after a drunken frat party.

Other pics and vids were more of the same. This jackal was huge, and he clearly kept his sandy fur short to show off the definition more. Much like Ethan, he had black fur on his back and a white strip up the sides, which traced his obliques.

Ethan's roommate, Terrance, was at his desk, typing away at the assignment their mutual biology professor had assigned over spring break. The black-furred fox's ears twitched.

"Thought you'd like to see a jacked jackal. He shows face on his Superfans."

Ethan had reached the end of the feed. JackalLiftingBuddy's ¢ents only went back a year and a half. Almost entirely clips of workout vids. The jackal had settled for playing this as a serious channel for serious workout and diet advice, pretending to ignore the erotic presentation. The pinned video at the top had him narrating proper form and so forth and how beginners should start.

Ethan looked up at Terrance. "How much is that?"

"Thirteen for one month."

Ethan giggled. "I think I can do one month as a tip."

"He's the real deal, Ethan. Talks to his fans, loves the attention, doesn't seem to be a jerk about it."

"And I'll bet you get a bonus month for referrals."

The fox's ears folded back. "Maybe."

"Does he post anywhere else?"

"Not that I've seen."

"Well. Wow..." Ethan rubbed himself through his pants. JackalLiftingBuddy's format was simple: record workout advice videos naked. He had no camera operator, so everything was stationary angles, but they were always away from the face, talking normally, offering all the standard info bodybuilding advice videos did, but with the camera focused on the bicep, or on the divide between the pectorals, or on the abs, and he's deliberately flexing and puckering them, sometimes feeling himself up while giving mundane tips.

Other videos demonstrating technique were also shot this way, punctuated with narration between reps. It was amusing. Normally Ethan muted the sound when watching things like this, but the more he tapped, the more he started getting into the framing.

Unzipping his pants, he whipped out his cock and started rubbing it to one of the chest vids. Terrance heard rustling and turned around. His tail wagged when he saw Ethan's cock out. The jackal rubbed faster, panting watching those pecs in motion, the ripples up and across the muscles as they moved, the veins visible even through the thin black fur.

"Jeez, you just met him," Terrance said, turning all the way around in his chair.

Ethan rolled to his back, holding his phone up and stroking himself faster.

Feigning annoyance, Terrance rose and knelt beside the bed, opening his mouth and taking Ethan down his muzzle. Both hands free, Ethan pulled up another clip, this one focused on the thighs and a throbbing cock as JackalLiftingBuddy flexed his legs, pointed to each separation and narrated specific exercise techniques to get that cut, or this line, or this divide while he swung his dick from side to side, sometimes moving it out of the way so the camera could see better.

The fox moved his muzzle and felt Ethan's abs up to his chest. Ethan barely had any meat on him, but he did use the track for jogging, which had helped him stay toned, and also helped him access the gym so he could scope for buff canines and felines who might be interested in a jackal.

The thighs on screen were probably as thick as Ethan's torso, and JackalLiftingBuddy was feeling them up in a mock presentation of technique and education. Easy to imagine his own hand feeling those crevices.

JackalLiftingBuddy turned, hit the camera with his cock, and squeezed his abs a few times before showing a few more lines in his thighs.

That did it.

Ethan bucked his hips. Terrance went all the way down and sucked him dry. When his cock stopped pulsing, the fox released the jackal and lay his head on his stomach. He smiled up at Ethan.

"Please tell me you weren't thinking of other men."

Ethan laughed. "Of course not, dear, nobody but you."

Terrance licked his muzzle and got up. "You got off to his vid, you owe him money."

"Even with assistance?"

"I don't make the rules." Terrance sat down at the computer again and began typing.

"If I had to pay everyone whose stuff I whacked off to, I'd never get out of debt."

"Same."

"When I subscribe, I'll be sure to comment one of his fans blew me while I watched. It was like a threesome. Is that creepy or flattering?"

"Very creepy. Wait till the second month before telling him that."

"Second month?"

"You're gonna whack off to him again later, so that's two months you owe him."

Ethan was hard again already. Smiling, he tapped the follow button.

*

Spring break was in three days. The other students barely paid attention to the lecture. Most of the professors were already on break in their minds and were just here to fill out the time before they could be somewhere else.

JackalLiftingBuddy had posted a new clip today. Sound muted, Ethan must have watched the same two-minute clip fifty times by now, and class was only in the first hour.

Those arms...

Ethan liked watching them move. Every time he rewatched the clip, he saw something new. A different line. A vein popping up. When JackalLiftingBuddy felt his body, he did so in a way that looked so informative but still winking, knowing how alluring this was for some viewers. Ethan followed quite a few accounts on 2Cents, but this jackal seemed the most genuine.

He'd been rubbing himself through his pants for an hour. The professor wasn't saying much of anything. Ethan's phone was almost dead from watching these clips. He turned the screen off and bounced his foot on his toes.

A biology lecture took a lot of focus, normally.

Finally the professor allowed everyone to take a break. Ethan grabbed his phone and discreetly held his dick to try to keep it still as he speed-walked straight to the restroom. He closed a stall and pulled out his phone along with his cock.

Freezing the frame on one of the vids, he tried to gauge how he measured up to this other jackal. Scale and proportion were difficult to judge, as this canine was so bulky. Ethan's own cock was half as long as his forearm, not small but not enormous, unlike that fox he kept hearing about who graduated a few years ago, Nico. Pictures and vids of him were still going around. Ethan would have liked to meet up with him, even if only to do comparison shots.

JackalLiftingBuddy's forearm was so thick he couldn't judge how long his dick would be compared to it. Assuming they were the same height, JLB's dick looked about three-quarters as long as his own forearm, which would make him a rare combination: a weightlifter who also had a huge dick--most of them ended up looking tiny as their muscles got bigger.

To see someone who had both was amazing. Someone who knew what he had and what it looked like and was eager to play with his audience perception in this way. Ethan rubbed himself imagining comparing his cock to that forearm, watching it flex and veins standing out.

He bucked his hips and finally released. Six, thick ropes that made audible_thwaps_ against the toilet lid. Ethan hoped someone heard it, but after pausing for a moment, he realized he was alone in here. Disappointed he wouldn't acquire a new blowjob buddy--and he'd gotten quite a few like that in the previous three years at university--he wiped off the toilet and pissed.

Ethan realized he was worn out. That was twice today, and before lunch.

He smiled, thinking this was getting to be a problem and he really should commit to a subscription. Maybe after lunch.

*

"All right!" Ethan announced to the room. "I have just entered a committed relationship!"

Terrance was at the computer again. So committed to his homework, taking breaks only to suck dick and reply to messages. "How mature of you."

"It's only a one-month commitment."

"You owe him at least twenty."

"When I get a job, I swear I'll buy a ring."

"Cock-rings aren't that expensive."

"I just spent that money."

Ethan's world had opened up. Brand new Superfans account, and now the complete videos, not just clips. He found one of his favorites, the chest workout, and pulled it up. The clip was only one minute. The full video was ten, and it showed much more.

Terrance plopped down next to him on the bed and watched with him. Four minutes in, JackalLiftingBuddy sat up, adjusted the camera and now spoke into it directly. The angle meant his chest muscles were partially in the way, but his sandy-colored face capped with black and white fur was clear enough.

Ethan couldn't breathe.

Terrance ribbed him. "He's got a cute face. I'd call him dad. Thanks for the referral, by the way. Gets me a small credit on Superfans."

JackalLiftingBuddy was speaking down to the camera on the bench press, looking between his pecs at the viewer. He puckered his chest, pointing out the lines in his pectorals and talking about lifting advice to build his particular line and this valley. Probably none of it was true, but it was all part of the theme.

Now he backed away from the camera while giving his mock advice, putting his cock in frame again. While pointing out the striations in his chest, he periodically gave his dick a squeeze. This angle made it look longer than his entire arm.

The voice didn't seem right anymore, now that it had a face.

Terrance was feeling Ethan's cock through his pants. He was still hard and leaking. It broke Ethan out of his trance and he reached down and felt Terrance through his. Giggling Terrance climbed on the bed, pulling his pants down along with Ethan's. A quick 69 thinking about that muzzle staring down at him between his chest muscles.

*

"Hi, mom."

"Ethan, hello!"

"Hey, I know this is short notice, but is this a good time to stop by? I have a month off, and it's been three years. I guess I really should."

"I've been trying to get you to come back all this time. What do you do on your breaks anyway?"

Hang out in the dorms with all my friends, get head, give head, get fucked, fuck others, get drunk, attend protests, hang around the gym looking for one of the jocks who wants to be felt up, finding a few of them...

"Normal school stuff, mom. Professors give us a lot of homework over the breaks, even between semesters, since they know we'll be there again."

"Well your father and I are doing all right. We can have you for a few days if that's as long as you want to stay."

"I don't know how long I'll stay yet. I just want to come and see you. Will dad be there?"

"Yeah, your father is around. Have you seen him lately? He's been taking such good care of himself."

"I hope so."

"When will you get here?"

"Two days. I don't want to fly. I'll take a bus."

She laughed. "Hope you know what you're in for."

I did it once three years ago because you and dad couldn't take me to uni.

"I'm a big dog. I'll be fine."

"You may never be the same person after a bus trip that long. Give us a call when you're at the terminal. One of us will pick you up."

"Thanks. I'll let you know. Bye"

Ethan slipped his phone into his pocket as he leaned against the exterior wall, looking over the campus greens. Lots of canines in this city. Mostly canines. Some felines. Professors walked among them. He saw a few students he had fucked in the crowd. Normally he would stay and go along with whatever they were doing, but this time...

He couldn't believe he was going home.

Swiftdog

Ethan downloaded the new video so he wouldn't need to use data, as not every spot along the road had good signal.

The voice. The fur pattern. There was no way.

Even thinking about the possibility, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Thankfully he was the only passenger in five rows, so nobody would see him stroking.

Very little talking this time. Just a nude workout video. Back day. Watching those muscles in action, seeing how wide they spread, as if they pushed his shoulders apart. Several mountain ranges in motion no matter what he did, visible even through black fur.

He kept pausing on one particular part and squinting at the background. There was a mark on the wall. A small streak. It looked familiar, and his heart raced thinking about it. Searching through his videos, he saw that streak several times. He hadn't noticed until now, and it only added to his resolve.

Ethan didn't want to go home. He hadn't been back in three years and he didn't miss it at all. Life at uni had been the adventure he craved. He had been a sick puppy for so long his memories of childhood were almost entirely one doctor visit after another. He had been so sick the others in school called him that, in school and outside of it. It wasn't until he hit his teenage years things improved, and he had been glad to leave it all behind. Nobody at uni called him sickpup. Nobody knew he had that nickname.

He had planned to stay in the dorms over spring break, but now he had a reason to go home, and he couldn't believe he was doing it. If he was wrong, this would be a wasted trip, and Ethan knew the chances of being right were nearly nil, but he had to see. He would likely know as soon as he stepped in the door if he was right.

That stain on the wall reassured him he had made the right choice.

Even now, looking at that stain and sure of the voice and staring at those back muscles and those biceps, he continued stroking himself. Occasionally JackalLiftingBuddy turned slightly, swinging his hard cock into view. His Superfans videos made his size clear. He was at least as long as his forearm, which made him bigger than Ethan, an impossible combination.

At the end of the video, JLB picked up the camera and held it up to his face, thanking the viewer for joining him for back day. It's so often a neglected day, as everyone loves the arms and the chest, but a strong back supports all of that.

Ethan couldn't unhear that voice now, and seeing the back muscles behind his neck, seeing his muzzle framed by his pecs... He rubbed faster, grabbing the rag. He'd used it twice already, and he still had another four hours to ride. Not too many stops. He wondered if he'd have any passengers to deal with later. Even if he had to put it away, he could wait.

Home

The Swiftdog terminal was tiny, three rows of five seats and two vending machines against one wall. It hadn't been repainted in thirty years, and the carpet was at least that old, so worn and scuffed it had become like a smooth floor.

There were only three people sitting here, and only one of those was a jackal, facing the outer entrance, wearing a green shirt over his black and brown fur. Ethan shrugged his bag higher over his shoulder and stepped down the aisle of seats.

"Dad?"

The jackal looked up from his phone. Even fully clothed, his pecs framed his face and his traps were visible from the front. His arms were as thick as Ethan's legs, and the light clothes he wore did little to hide them. He stood up, spread his arms.

"Ethan!"

"Uh..."

The other jackal laughed. "Surprised to see me?" He embraced Ethan, a solid wall now. The younger jackal was instantly hard. Thankfully his father was never a hugger, so he wouldn't notice.

"What the... Dad?"

Roscoe laughed as he separated. They were the same height, and proportions began adding up in Ethan's mind.

"Made quite a bit of progress." He flexed an arm and smiled. "I started a couple years before you left. Really took off after you left for college."

Ethan looked him up and down. "Holy crap."

"I get that a lot now. It's kinda fun. So what brings you back all of a sudden?"

Ethan knew exactly what was under that shirt. He knew exactly what was under those pants. He practically had the proportions memorized. He laughed. "Three years. I suppose it was just time."

"Well, I'm not off work and neither is your mother, so we won't be home much, but there's still a few things to do around town."

He led them outside. Ethan was still hard. He adjusted himself so he wouldn't be visible.

"I don't know how long I'll be here. I mostly just... felt bad being away so long without calling or even coming back for holidays."

His father laughed. "It's what we expected. Your mom and I did the same thing when we you were your age. I'm sure you have lots of stories about all the stuff you've done in the dorms."

Yeah, all the guys I've fucked, all the blowjobs I gave, the couple times I gave someone head during lecture and nobody noticed...

"Nothing too interesting," Ethan said. "Just class stuff."

"How's the biology thing going?"

"It's book learning. The limnology stuff is interesting. The microscope labs are a lot of fun."

The car was unlocked. Ethan climbed in the passenger seat. His father got in, filling much of that side of the car. His arms puckered his chest in this position. Roscoe looked over at him. Ethan suddenly remembered he was hard and moved his bag onto his lap.

Roscoe smiled at him. "I've seen lots of pictures of you on campus."

Ethan grinned. "Good pictures, I hope."

"You're not kissing girls in any of them." Roscoe batted Ethan's nose. "Your mother and I figured it out a long time ago. I get it. I really do."

"What do you mean?"

Roscoe started the car and backed out of the spot. The parking lot was gravel, so the sound of the tires against the rocks competed with his voice.

"Your old enough now. Suppose I should mention it. After you left I started to ask a few questions myself. Met a couple guys at the gym. We ended up playing around. Told your mother about it shortly after it happened. We all sat down and talked it out. I'm bi."

Ethan's eyes widened. "You... what?"

His father was pulling them out to the main road now. "Not my proudest moment, but I didn't want to hide it from her. I love your mother, but I decided I like dick, too. She's watched me do stuff with other guys a few times. We're open about it."

Ethan stared at him, mouth open, still rock hard under his single bag. They were now on a paved road and going to the other side of town.

"We tried things the usual way," Roscoe continued. "Got married, had kids, remained faithful. Once you were off to college, I think we both started to wonder if that was it. Once that was done, then what? Were we supposed to feel complete? She wasn't. I wasn't. I think we both started asking some questions."

"So how is she?"

"She quit church."

"She what?"

"I know. Watching me suck dick made her question why she was denying herself anything. Understand, son, for twenty-five years we did what we were taught we were supposed to do, and at the end of it we both felt hollow. Probably what a midlife crisis is, but it seemed to work out for both of us. She's branched out, too, and I like seeing it. She's gotten much more politically active. Attended a few protests, organized some things. She played around with other women. Part of me is afraid she'll leave me for one of them, but I'm sure she's afraid I'll leave her for one of my gym buddies. Oh, that reminds me, I'm using your old room for something."

Ethan's ear twitched. He almost said_I know._ "Did you rent it out?"

His father laughed. Ethan wondered how he could drive with his chest in the way like this. "Nah, just converted it into a gym. All the equipment is stuff I found in yard sales. Nothing fancy, but you'll have to sleep on the couch. Sorry. Should have warned you before."

Ethan laughed. "It's a good change."

They approached a red light. Roscoe turned to Ethan as they stopped.

"Mom's at work. You're lucky I had the day off. I was thinking we'd watch a movie when we got back. Something for old times' sake."

His arms and chest puckered and rippled while he spoke. Ethan couldn't see a reason for them to do so. "Old times?"

"Did you hear they did a remake of_Axe Juror_?"

Ethan laughed. "They what?"

Roscoe grinned. "Someone did."

"Have you seen it?"

"Not yet. I've been saving it."

"Who would make another one? It's gonna suck."

Roscoe turned back as the light changed to green. Again his arms bulged out and so did his chest. A few ripples went along his thighs. Ethan's eyes darted wherever he noticed movement.

"It will. That's why we need to watch it. Maybe after dinner."

"Now I'm curious."

Ethan watched the road. It was all the same. He didn't know why he expected his hometown to be different after just three years.

*

"Well, here's your old room."

Ethan walked inside. No doubt about it. He had found JackalLiftingBuddy's studio. The first thing he zeroed in on was the stain on the wall, next to the squat rack.

"Dad, you didn't even clean this!" He knelt by it and rubbed. "I squished a spider here when I was eight and it's still here!"

"I didn't see it."

"How could you miss it?" Ethan looked up.

JackalLiftingBuddy approached him. From this angle, Ethan was the camera staring up at a wall of muscle. He stammered as he was eye to eye with his crotch. His father was half hard.

"Um... Damn, dad, you're fucking huge. How the hell?"

Roscoe laughed, gave his whole upper body a flex. "Always wanted to get big. Finally decided to do it. Thanks for the room, Ethan."

The younger jackal stood up so he wouldn't have to stare at his bulge. His father walked by him. Ethan felt a hand bump his cock, and he realized he hadn't gone soft since the bus station.

Shit shit shit shit...

Roscoe walked to the bench rack and sat down, legs open. "So tell me. What do you think of your old man like this?"

Ethan nodded, looked around the room so he wouldn't stare at his father's thighs or cock. "I think it's a good look for you. Uh, what are the pads on the walls for?"

"Oh, to cut down on the echo. I make workout videos. Figured I'm big enough people would want to take tips from me. They think I'm a pro."

"Aren't you?"

"I could be. Wanna see my progress?"

"Um, sure."

Roscoe pulled his shirt off. He was almost too bulky to do it himself, and Ethan was sure he couldn't hide his hard cock. His father set his shirt on the floor, now lined with those foam puzzle-piece tiles instead of carpet. JackalLiftingBuddy smiled and pushed his arms into his chest. He made his abdominals ripple.

"Impressed?"

Ethan forgot to speak for a moment. "Damn."

"You should see some of the workout vids I make. I watch them and even I think they're hot. I don't have a cameraman. You know, while you're here, you want to help me with that?"

Shit, shit, shit... I'm subscribed to porn vids of my fucking father!

"Yeah, yeah, I can give you a hand with that. Sure."

*

Axe Juror was some B-movie made forty years ago about a serial killer raccoon who gets assigned to a jury, and then uses the opportunity to murder the jurors while they're all locked inside a room and isolated. It was hokey, it was dumb, but it was fun, and it was one of the last times Ethan could remember catching such a movie on a late-night television broadcast. Things didn't work like that anymore. Everything was streaming algorithms recommending things to watch. For some reason he and his father had been awake late at night years ago and happened to catch the beginning of this movie, so they sat and watched it together. Axe Juror ended up being one of their favorite memories. They often spoke in casual allusions to it, nobody else knowing what they meant.

It wasn't even close to dinner time, and mom wasn't home yet, so now seemed like a good time to watch the new one. Ethan had whacked off earlier, so now he was soft again, mercifully. Also merciful: his father was wearing a shirt.

Dad had bought the disc. The physical copies of both films had been the first thing Ethan noticed when he saw the living room again.

It was clearly one of those sequels/remakes. Same director, updated technology and new actors and technically new plot, but following the first movie beat for beat as if it hadn't happened, but also as if it could have happened before.

For about an hour, Ethan forgot he had come here just to find out if he had been whacking off to his father's body. If he had creepily imagined being in a threesome with Terrance and JackalLiftingBuddy. If he really had rubbed a few loads out on a bus to his father's back muscles. If he really had come here to find that stain on the wall.

Mission accomplished, so now here he was, watching an update of an old movie he and dad had shared when he was little and wasn't supposed to be watching violent movies. So far, the remake was an improvement. They both seemed to be getting into it, as this time it wasn't about the killer getting onto multiple juries and taking them out. This time the killer was on just one jury, and he held them hostage, drawing out eleven murders slowly over a long period of time. Someone had put care into this film.

As the credits rolled, Roscoe pulled out his phone. Ethan had forgotten about his father's bulging arms and chest, but glancing over at him now made blood flow to his crotch. He felt like a camera gazing over at JLB.

Because he was.

"That was actually pretty good," Ethan said. "They did something different with the idea. They took it seriously this time."

"Surprise," JLB said. No, Roscoe said. "I thought it would suck, but..."

"My faith in society has been restored."

"The original movie meant a lot to you. I've talked to hundreds of people over the years, and nobody but us seems to know about it." He looked at Ethan sideways, half smiling. "So when someone on 2Cents named AxeJurorDog liked a bunch of my clips and left some comments and followed me, I noticed that."

Ethan forgot to breathe.

JackalLiftingBuddy turned his phone toward Ethan. There it was. Ethan's profile on 2Cents, complete with all the porn he had ever faved and ¢ent, ten of JLB's clips at the top, with a few creepy yet genuinely admiring comments visible.

Pulling the phone back, his father continued. "So then I got a new subscriber on Superfans named Subby_AxeJuror. No other info on this account, but... You didn't recognize me, did you?"

Ethan was still hard.Fuck it. "Holy fuck, Dad, no! I had no idea. Soon as I saw your face, I had to find out."

Roscoe leaned back, resting the phone on his stomach, grinning. "Wow." He chuckled. "Okay, son, you've seen everything. You can cancel. I'll pay you back. I promise."

"No, no, it's fine. It's fine."

"Fuck it." Roscoe removed his shirt, tossed it aside. Then he slipped his pants off and dropped them on the floor. No underwear. He leaned back on the couch. "So? What do you really think?"

Ethan couldn't stop staring at those abs and that chest framed by his arms. "Holy shit, that's hot. Damn, dad. Just... damn."

"That's what I thought. You haven't been soft since you got here. You're not good at hiding it. I can see it on some of your 2Cents pics."

"Yeah, fuck it, right?" Ethan lowered his pants and pulled his dick out. It was rock hard. Now he could tell his guess had been right: his father was bigger by a hand-grip in length, though they seemed to be the same in thickness.

"Damn, son, you almost have me beat. Hey, I don't blame you. I told you I watch my own vids from time to time and I get hard. I whacked off to one of them once. Felt weird after that. So... Got any stories about college life for me?"

His father began rubbing himself as he felt his own chest. Ethan rubbed his dick as he watched his father's muscles at work.

"Dad, that's amazing. Keep doing that."

"I mean it. You can cancel. I'll buy you dinner or something to make up for it. Doesn't feel right taking money from my son."

"Sure. I pick the restaurant."

"College life treating you well? I've seen some glimpses and it looks like you've branched out, too."

Ethan smirked. "I gave a blowjob to a feline during lecture."

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this." He set the phone down and rubbed his dick with both hands at once. He used every muscle in his body to assist, and Ethan eyed him up and down.

JackalLiftingBuddy Superfans Video #37

Door closes OC.

Camera is pointed down. An arm is doing bicep curls with light weight. After a few reps, camera looks up. JackalLiftingBuddy is standing overhead, naked as usual, observing.

JLB

Not bad. Let's see a few more.

Camera POV shifts down again. A few more reps.

JLB

Try this.

He sits down next to the camera, picking up a heavier dumbbell and does a few reps.

JLB

Keep your wrist straight and watch your bicep work. Really good for motivating if you watch it working.

Camera watches the bicep in motion, zooms in on the veins popping up and the multiple heads and deep divides becoming more and more visible.

JLB

(smiling)

Go ahead. Feel it working.

POV hand feels JLB's arm.

JLB

Feels just as good as it looks. Could be yours someday if you keep at it. Now come around to the front.

POV gets up and kneels before JLB, full view of his chest and arms and abs as he does bicep curls. POV hand feels the bicep at work. The hand migrates to the pectoral. He smiles as he continues to lift.

JLB

Well, that muscle isn't being worked right now, but you can still feel it in motion. That's what's good about freeweights. Other muscle groups get used, too. It develops your whole body.

Ethan had watched damn near every one of his father's videos with him, including several more that didn't turn out well and hadn't been uploaded. Ethan could understand why, as the angle was wrong or something had happened to the sound. Roscoe didn't know much about video editing, so he did everything in single long shots, and if just one thing didn't go right, he couldn't use it.

They had been over this a couple times prior, had even rehearsed it without a camera. This was the final take, for real this time. Just a basic setup, nothing too elaborate, with Ethan's hand acting as the viewer's proxy.

Getting everything out in the open had been a big help. His father knew all about his college adventures, and now Ethan knew about the stuff Roscoe had done in the gym. Experimenting, coming to terms with realizing he liked dick, and that he had been jealous of all those guys in the gym, so finally he decided to get big himself.

They had blown several loads together watching those vids, laughing.

Now it was time to make a new one. Ethan was glad he didn't have to hide his boner anymore.

JLB grabs another dumbbell and lies down on the bench, doing bench press with much less weight than he was capable of lifting.

JLB

I notice you're doing bench press without the final squeeze at the end. Try this. Lift all the way up, squeeze the chest, and then lower. One rep. Feel my pecs. Feel how they squeeze at the end. That's gonna make you big.

POV hand reaches out and feels one pectoral as he does a rep. Then feels the other as he comes up again. The muscle fills the hand. Fingers trace the veins that emerge. POV hand migrates to the shoulders, feeling the lines in those.

Ethan wished he could rub himself. This was the first time he had been able to feel them at work. They were just as thick as they looked. His father was also rock hard. Knowing being felt up like this made that happen made Ethan soak his shorts with pre.

POV hand migrates down the abdominals.

His father's cock was a whisker away.

POV hand grasps the throbbing penis. A thick wad of pre squeezes out. Roscoe pauses with the weights down and raises his head.

They had both been eyeing each other all day as they whacked off to the vids. They giggled about it, how weird it was, especially Roscoe getting off to his own material. Several times Ethan had made a move for his father's cock as he was about to finish, but moved away each time. His father hadn't made any such motions toward Ethan. It hadn't felt right then.

Ethan passed the camera to JackalLiftingBuddy.

POV switches to a thinner jackal licking JLB's pole from base to tip.

JLB (OC)

Son?

Other Jackal looks over, running his hand up his abdominals and cupping his swollen pecs, licking the pre off the tip of JLB's cock.

OTHER JACKAL

Dad, you're fucking hot. I want to suck you off and ride your cock all night.

POV hand comes out, feels Other Jackal's muzzle.

JLB (OC)

Hey, you're a subscriber. You should get to feel what you paid for.

Camera aims at JLB flexing an arm. Other Jackal swallows his cock, letting his paws wander. POV sits up partway as Other Jackal's hands migrate around to the shoulders. Other Jackal stands up, letting his pants drop.

JLB (OC)

Son, are you sure? I didn't bring any lube.

OTHER JACKAL

I did.

JLB (OC)

Really?

OTHER JACKAL

Found some in the bathroom.

JLB lies down, aiming the camera at his cock. Other Jackal is lean and toned, with a cock nearly as large as JLB's looming overhead. Bracing himself on his father's pectorals, he climbs on and moves backwards. The angle just barely shows it sliding in. JLB pants OC.

OTHER JACKAL

Dad. Wow.

POV hand reaches up and feels Other Jackal's muzzle.

JLB

I underestimated you. Glad college is teaching you something useful. I played around with someone at the gym who had your frame. Wasn't as hung though.

Other Jackal rides, hard cock smacking JackalLiftingBuddy's abs, smearing pre everywhere. A line of pre is visible connecting the tip to his stomach.

*

The canine continued riding JackalLiftingBuddy, feeling his arms, shoulders, neck, each abdominal. The camera POV had a difficult time keeping up with his wandering hands, sometimes unable to decide if that's what should be in the frame, or the cock sliding in and out.

Roscoe was already horny as fuck and nearly ready to finish, so he blew a load in only about a minute as he felt his son's lithe frame from abdomen to chest, and then Ethan rubbed himself the rest of the way, shooting all over JLB's stomach.

And then, in the final shot, he leaned forward. The kiss was poorly framed, but it was clear enough.

They were at the computer, both naked, Roscoe sitting and Ethan standing at his shoulder.

Ethan stared at the screen for a second after the video ended. "Holy crap that's hot."

Roscoe reached back and felt his son's bricked-up dick. Ethan returned the gesture and rubbed his father's tip, leaking pre just minutes after finishing.

The younger jackal patted his father's bulging shoulder. "You're gonna get so many subscribers when you upload this."

Roscoe closed the file, felt his son's hand. "I dunno, son. It shows your face."

"Oh I can blur that. I brought my laptop, and I have college stuff, so I can edit videos. That'll be easy. You can frame it as a video gone wrong. Got your son to hold the camera only to end up fucking him. You won't know what to do with all the people on your Superfans!"

Roscoe turned, met his son muzzle to muzzle. "Son... Holy shit, that was fun, but I don't know if I should upload this. This isn't some in-character thing we did for the camera. It's you. Makes me nervous these days. Everyone's living their private lives in public. Does everyone need to see this?"

Ethan licked his muzzle. Kissed him. "I don't mind."

"Can't go back to workout vids after this. Subscribers will want more."

"It's Spring Break. We can do a few more. All the stuff we did on the couch. Let's do it again. You can frame it like found footage. Your own son is hot for you and you have to catch it on video. People will go nuts when they see what we're doing."

Roscoe pulled him in. "Tomorrow we're going out and buying a mask for you. I don't want this to bite you later."

"I'll blur it."

"A mask. Just in case. And make a new 2Cent account."

"Fine, fine. And I'm cleaning that spider stain. It's all I can see when that wall is in the shot."

Roscoe smirked. "That really bothers you, doesn't it?"

Ethan's hand wandered behind his shoulders and felt his ridges along his back, kissing him slowly. Roscoe wrapped his hands around Ethan and pulled him close.