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"Oh, what a day..." groaned York as he lowered himself into his desk chair.

Keegan lowered himself down onto the bed and laid back to stretch out. "I didn't think it was that bad. We met a lot of new friends."

"A lot of new enemies too," moaned the fox.

"No reprieve in any of your classes?" questioned the tiger.

York shook his head. "Only time was when the professor was talking, and even then I would catch people looking at me, talking behind their hands." The fox rubbed at his eyes, feeling much more tired than even practice had ever made him feel.

"We'll be old news soon enough. Rebecca can never let anything that doesn't fit into her perfect world go, and someone else will piss her off soon enough," murmured Keegan sitting up again.

York just shook his head again. "I would hope so, but that's all I can do, hope."

The fox opened up his laptop to start on some of his homework as he heard the door to the garage open.

"York!" a deep male voice called up the stairs. "There's something we need to talk about!"

The fox's tired face grew even more pale as he heard the edge in his father's voice. He look from the door to Keegan, and back to the door.

"I'll wait here for you," whispered Keegan. The tiger picked up his bag and books, moving to hide in York's bathroom.

The fox sighed and got up from his desk, opening the door and closing it gently behind him. He made his way downstairs where he found his father sitting at the small table in the kitchen nook where they ate when it was only the three of them. York's father had been an athlete himself in high school and college, though he had been a footballer and wrestler rather than a swimmer. Andrew kept himself in shape even after leaving school, and was a force to be reckoned with. His muscles were massive from his years of sports, and even more years of just working out. His pecs stretched whatever shirt he wore, whether it was a business suit or a tank top that he wore around the house. York had even caught him completely naked a few times in the hot tub, swimming a few laps for a small cardio session in between business calls on the days he worked from home. It was after a few of these times that York started to figure out his homosexuality. He could not help but stand there and watch his dad swim his laps, the bare ass popping out of the water every few seconds. He would wait till the very end to get a look of his father pulling himself out of the water. His abs deeply defined with small waterfalls running down along the cracks. For all that though he had never seen his father hard, but could tell that his father packed a serious member just from its soft state hanging down to mid-thigh.

The younger fox entered the kitchen, as his father watched him. Andrew wore a very serious look on his face as he watched his son sit down at the table across from him.

"So, is there something that you would like to tell me?" questioned the older male, his deep voice making York's heart pound even harder in fear.

"I.. I.. have no idea... what you're talking about..." York managed to get out, not meeting his father's eye.

Andrew sighed and pulled out his phone. He started tapping around the screen and brought up a text message. "I've been getting a lot of message about you today. Some pictures were sent out around school right?"

York's head sunk down to his chest, refusing to meet his father's eye, just giving an ever so slight nod in agreement.

"And you know what was in the pictures?"

Another nod.

"How could you have a party while we were gone for the weekend?!"

York's head snapped up, his jaw still against his chest. "...What?"

"I asked you how could you have a party while your mother and I were out for the weekend. I thought you knew better than to go behind out backs."

York was still gaping at his father, at a complete lose for words.

"I'm... sorry? I... thought you wouldn't have let me, and everyone was begging for one. It was to support the sports team?" stammered York, still fumbling in his brain how his father had completely missed the fact that he was ridding another male's cock in these said pictures.

"Of course I would've supported it. Have to keep up the athletic moral you know. I was there once myself," replied his father, giving his bicep an unconscious flex. "Now your mother has no idea what happened, and we're going to keep it that way. She'll have an even bigger cow than I did."

With that Andrew got up from the table and stretched out.

"Isn't there something you else you'd like to talk about?" asked York timidly.

"Actually yes there was, tell Keegan to keep up the good work when you get back to your room." The older fox winked, and headed out the back door toward the hot tub. Pulling off his sports jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt as he did so. The older fox's pecs bursting free of their confines.

York watched him go in stunned silence. Andrew turned the corner, dropping his pants to the ground showing off a blue jockstrap, then he was gone. York slowly pulled himself out of the chair, and walked toward the stairs. His heart had since calmed down, but his legs were still a bit wobbly after all of the nervousness. He made his way up the stairs, then back into his room. As he shut the door, a rustling came from the bathroom and Keegan emerged.

"What was that all about?" murred Keegan, taking the smaller male over the bed and setting him down gently.

"Well he was angry that I had a party without telling them, and he wanted me to tell you to keep up the good work when I got back up here," replied York, a little woodenly.

"So he knew then," murmured Keegan sitting down next to York and putting an arm around him.

"How did he know though?" asked Keegan, looking at the tiger.

"Well have you done anything he would notice? I mean, I've seen your dad. He's quite the specimen."

"I guess I've watched him a little more closely while he's in the hot tub, but I never though he noticed..." trailed off York, thinking back to his dad catching him watching a few times. He had just excused it off as looking for form tips.

"Well then, he probably did. Be happy dude! This could've ended much, much worse."

York nodded, still recovering from his shock. The fox moved over to his desk again, while Keegan retrieved his books out of the bathroom and settled back on the bed.

Andrew settled into the hot tub with a groan, his blue jock growing a deeper blue as it got wet. He stretched out his massive legs along the bottom of the tub, his thigh muscles rubbing together has he flexed and unflexed them, groaning.

"Heh, that kid will be the death of me in due time. I am glad he finally figured himself out though," bemused the fox to himself.

He closed his eyes for a few minutes and just let himself soak in the heat of the water. After a few minutes he heard the door open and opened his eyes.

The female fox that had entered was as beautiful as they came. Her curves were in all of the right places, making her especially busty. Her business suit hid most of that from sight though, as not to distract all of the men that worked under her. Her dark eyes hid a dangerous intelligence, that not only did she use in her business but also used to lord over her men at home.

"I thought I'd find you in here. So how'd the talk go?" asked Clair as she walked to the edge of the tub. Undoing her own jacket and shirt.

"Just fine dear. I do object to screwing with our son's head though. He thought I was going to rip him a new one for being gay. He could barely even talk to me at the start he was so nervous."

Clair pulled off her shirt, her breasts popping out of the confines but still somewhat trapped by her bra. She pulled off her business pants as well revealing a pink thong underneath. She slid into the water murring loudly. "You did assure him though that he was fine and we still loved him though, right?"

"In my own special way," murred the large male, scooting closer to the female fox.

"Great, so he's still sitting up there terrified in his room," joked Clair also scooting closer to her husband.

"I doubt it. Keegan is up there with him. I'm sure he can talk some sense into York," purred Andrew as he leaned down to Clair's neck and bit it gently.

Clair moaned quietly as her husband nibbled up and down her neck. She gently reached down to Andrew's jockstrap. She groped the large bulge in the wet fabric, feeling it start to awaken and move around inside.

"Jeez, after a weekend away of nothing but relaxing and sex, you want more?" giggled Clair.

Andrew shrugged, reaching around his wife and releasing the small clasp on her bra. As the bra fell into the water her large breasts were finally allowed to be free. They bounced out of the confines eagerly, the pink nipples shining brightly at finally being released.

"Perhaps we should move somewhere more private," purred Clair as she pulled herself out of the water.

Andrew watched as she did so, taking note of the tight slight that could be seen through the pink thing. "I guess you're right. The love birds might come down," chuckled Andrew. He hauled himself out of the tub as well.

The male's cock had slightly free itself, a nice thick vein showing that it was ready at anytime to be used. Clair took his head and led him into the backyard.