Biggest Fan

by tagenar

Spring Break

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 camera couldn't decide which should be in focus, so it switched back and forth every ten seconds. Annoying, but also an effective tease.

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. Much like Ethan, he had black fur on his back and a white stripe up the sides tracing 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 would be 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 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 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.

*

Chemistry often got him through the weeks. The professor had not yet checked out mentally for Spring break, so Ethan knew he should pay attention, but he'd found another video and had already run up fifty loops on 2Cents. He wished he could unmute the sound, but he felt quite content watching JLB's quads go from smooth skin and fur to rippling, veiny prairie hills over and over. When he smacked the muscles, they did not give, and his hand looked tiny compared to his thighs. Ethan idly wondered how many watermelons he could crush at once. He rubbed himself imagining four, giggling at the absurdity.

Normally he observed carefully when someone walked behind him, but this time the muzzle by his ear caught him off guard.

“I subscribed to him last week," whispered the grinning feline as he moved to the empty seat next to the jackal.

Ethan gasped, holding his breath. Luckily he didn't need to conceal himself rubbing his dick through his pants, as the cougar had seen it many times before. Sam was one of the jocks skating by on a football scholarship, and Ethan had hung out in the locker room for hours waiting for the team to notice him. That had been a good day in his freshman year.

The jackal smiled and then tried to listen to the professor, glancing at the flexing thigh from time to time.

He felt a hand on his dick. He smiled, looking over at the feline, who discreetly watched with Ethan.

It took effort to remain silent while Sam rubbed him in time to the flexing thighs on the screen. He panted through his nose. The professor droned on, expanding on the chapters from the textbook Ethan had read two days ago, only getting a paragraph or two down the page before picking up his phone and finding another flexing video to watch on a loop.

Those legs... Hard to believe the video hadn't been enhanced—those thighs touched all the way down to the knees—they went from a single solid form to several dozen individual muscles, veins popping in more and more with each motion.

Sam was rubbing him at just the right rate. He had nice arms, too. Good divides on the forearms as he worked Ethan faster and faster.

Ethan gasped through his nose as he finished. Heat spilled into his pants and ran down his leg. Sam felt the wet spot and looked at Ethan sideways.

The jackal stretched and sat up straight, smiling.

The video continued looping. Ethan was hard again. Sam discretely shook his head and began taking notes.

*

“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 instead of clips. He found one of his favorites, the chest workout, and pulled it up. The 2Cents 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. He even sent me a PM thanking me for referring someone. I don't think it's a bot doing it. This really does seem to be one jackal doing it all."

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.

“Subby_AxeJuror, Ethan?"

It broke Ethan out of his trance and he reached down and felt Terrance through his.

“Oh, yeah." The jackal giggled. “I'm waiting for someone to get the reference."

“You and that movie."

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 impossibly thick 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, licking their biceps...

“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."

She laughed. “It's kind of excessive, I think, but he's committed. So when will you get here?"

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

“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. A mark on the wall. A small streak. His mind raced faster than his heart thinking about it. Searching through JLB's 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.

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, 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, two vending machines against one wall. It hadn't been repainted in thirty years, and the orange carpet was at least that old, so worn and scuffed it had become 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, spreading 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?"

They 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. The combination of bicep and tricep made his head look small.

Ethan swallowed. “I've only been gone for three years and—!" He ran out of breath.

His father laughed. “I started while you were in middle school. You were too busy playing on your phone to notice. I really took off after you left for college."

Ethan looked him up and down. Maintaining an even voice took effort. “Holy crap."

“I get that a lot now. It's 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 had the proportions memorized.

He smiled. “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. Limnology is interesting. The microscope labs are a lot of fun. Chemistry is also fun but it's a lot of homework."

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. His father looked over at him. Ethan suddenly remembered he was hard and moved his bag onto his lap.

Roscoe smiled. “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." He 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?"

Father 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.

“Ehh, another time maybe. Probably should wait until all of us are together before saying too much. I think I can tell you that things may be changing around here soon."

“Changing?"

Ethan stared as his chest muscles jiggled in time to the car bouncing.

“Oh not bad changes. A lot's happened in three years, Ethan. You're not the only one who's been asking questions and trying new things while you've been away at college."

They were now on a paved road and going to the other side of town.

“Your mother and I have also been asking questions. Biggest one being... Now that you're off to college, what about us? We already decided we don't want another kid, so what now? We seem to have settled on an answer, but I won't say any more until she's home."

“Okay."

“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, I 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. “That's okay. I've slept in worse places."

They approached a red light. Father 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?"

Father grinned. “Someone did."

“Have you seen it?"

“Not yet. I've been saving it for when you came back for a visit. Haven't even opened the case."

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

Dad faced the road as the light changed. 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."

“Now I'm curious."

Ethan watched the road. Everything looked the same. He didn't know why he expected his hometown to be different after just three years. He turned to look at buildings across the street, stealing glances at his father's arm.

*

“Well, here's your old room."

Ethan walked inside. 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!"

“Three years and I didn't see that until now."

“How could you miss it?"

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.

Dad laughed, gave his whole upper body a flex. “You didn't clean it either all those years?"

Ethan smiled. “After a while I didn't see it anymore."

“I thought about repainting but I never bothered. Got so focused on finding equipment. I 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 father's bulge. The bulky jackal 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

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

“Eh," Ethan shrugged. “It's weird but it's okay, I guess." He looked around the room so he wouldn't stare at his father's thighs. “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, I guess."

Ethan studied the foam padding up the walls while his father pulled his shirt off. He was almost too bulky to do it himself. Dad set it 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. “Now I know what mom was talking about. Kind of excessive, but yeah, good for you, taking care of yourself like this."

Father smiled. “You should see some of the videos I make. I watch them and 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

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

Father reached into his pocket. His bicep and chest helped out. Ethan looked away and faced where his bed used to be.

“Wanna see my progress pics?"

Ethan looked over. Father was going through his phone. “Um, I guess."

“You'll love 'em. I promise."

Ethan sat down on the other side of the bench. Looking at his father from the side and in this position put his proportions in stark contrast to his own. His bicep and forearm were fighting for position while he held his phone, and Ethan swore dad had to hold the phone out like this just to see it over his chest.

“Check 'em out."

He leaned over. Ethan leaned back, stealing a glance at the veins on his pecs.

“That's me not long after I started. You were in the seventh grade."

This was how Ethan remembered his father: normal. Not thin, not fat, but no bulges or ripples anywhere. No visible pectorals. No bulges on the arms. No abs but no beer gut either. Just... normal.

He flicked to the next image. Apart from some definition on the arms, he saw no other change.

“That's a couple months later. Had one of my gym buddies take it for me."

“You were going to the gym that far back?"

Dad batted Ethan's ear. “So much happens while you're staring at your phone."

Next picture. Gym shorts only. Visible definition on the quads. Pectorals beginning to show.

“Eighth grade now."

Five pictures, most of them at the gym, but a few taken in the bathroom mirror upstairs. Father seemed to embrace the lean and ripped look. No abs, but some nice definition on his arms and legs.

“Ninth."

Ten pictures. Still the lean and toned look, and a few such pictures showed him playing with his little bit of cleavage, tracing the noticeable lines in his thighs.

“Now the next year I kinda got distracted."

Ethan nodded, took another chance to look over at his father. His neck had nearly disappeared between his traps and pecs. “Got laid off that year. Had a hard time making time to get to the gym, so not much to see here."

Indeed the pics he took while Ethan was in the tenth grade didn't look much different from the ninth. More mirror pics with a row of dumbbells in the background.

“Next two years are more of the same..."

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. More mass on the arms but still nothing remarkable.

“Your senior year, and then."

He stopped on one image. Ethan did a double-take. “Whoa!"

Father turned to him, smiling. “I know!"

He swiped back and forth. It was like looking at two different jackals: one was lean and toned with a little bulk on him. The other looked more or less as he did now. Bulges everywhere. Veins.

“Taken eight months apart. Something happened right as you left for college."

“You didn't start...?"

Dad laughed. “Everyone asks me if I started using roids. I swear, no, I didn't. I just broke through a plateau. Your mother joked that with the kid gone, I channeled my empty nest syndrome to my arms."

Ethan was transfixed on the phone screen. “And everything else."

Nodding, father swiped. “I took a lot of pics that year. Mass just kept coming. Had to buy new clothes every few months. Especially shirts."

He leaned back and felt his left pectoral.

“Just look at this thing. Went from barely there to needing a bra in half a year!" He grinned as he bounced his pecs. “Never thought I'd be able to do this. Never imagined I'd go this far. The diet is a pain but I love it."

Ethan realized he was staring, and his mouth was open. He turned to the phone.

In sequential pictures, lines get deeper and muscles collide in certain positions.

“Shortly after this, my gym buddies told me I should start a channel, so I did. Figured... why not. Spent my whole life not doing things. Seemed like a good idea to do something adventurous."

Last image. JLB/Father/Roscoe is leaning over the camera resting on the bench press, clearly showing off his chest and abs. He tucked the phone back into his pocket.

“Abs didn't come until later. Had to make some more adjustments to cardio and diet. More trouble than they're worth, really. I think I need a break, but it never seems like a good time. Always gotta make stuff for the channel, you know."

Ethan sat back and stared at the spider smear on the wall. “Three years. That's unbelievable."

His father was playing with his pecs, feeling his own biceps, making his chest pucker just by moving his arms, grinning ear to ear. Ethan could see his father's bulge growing.

The younger jackal stood up and faced the door. “So what's this movie you found?"

He heard the bench creak as his father rose. “Oh, yeah. I'll show you. Hold on. Lemmie get my shirt back on." He chuckled. “Sometimes it takes me a minute."

I'll bet.

Ethan waited up, leaning on the wall, pretending to have an itch while adjusting his boner. The pre he had leaked made him self-conscious.

He waited.

And waited.

He glanced back at his father struggling to put his shirt on. He was so bulky he could barely move his arms that way. Ethan had to bite his tongue to keep himself from offering to help.

Holy fuck, dad. Holy fuck.

*

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 in the bathroom earlier, so 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 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.

He thanked himself for sitting on the opposite end of the couch, one seat between him and dad.

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

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

Ethan gasped and stared at the screen. “My faith in society has been restored."

“You were in the sixth grade when we watched the original."

“Seems like forever ago, but it wasn't really."

“How did we end up watching it?"

“Channel surfing late at night."

“But what were you doing up so late?"

“I don't remember. We just flipped to the beginning of this and kept watching."

“Past midnight on a school day."

“Oh, I was fine. Didn't crash until the bus ride home."

“You know, 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. His muzzle rested between his pecs in this position. “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 alt profile on 2Cents—the one he posted lewds and faved porn with—complete with all the giant canine and feline and reptile dicks 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?"

“Holy fuck, Dad, no! I had no idea. When 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, arms spread. “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... da-a-amn."

JLB nodded. “That's what I thought. Tried to play a disinterested teenager since I picked you up, but you haven't been soft since you got here. Maybe you should take acting classes instead."

“Yeah, fuck it, right?" Ethan lowered his pants and pulled his dick out. It was rock hard and covered in pre. 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.

“That's amazing. Keep doing that."

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

“I pick the restaurant."

“You're just old enough to drink. How about I take you to a bar?"

“Yeah, yeah, great. I, uh, went to a few places. Very gay, and nobody asked my age."

“Of course you did." He chuckled as he felt himself and stroked his cock. “I found two nearby that are friendly about that. I've been there a few times myself."

“What, really?"

“Yeah, long story. Might be fun, taking my son to a gay bar. You won't be embarrassed going out with your old man, will you?"

Ethan didn't have to hide his staring now. Seeing his father feel his own chest and abs and arms, watching his thighs burst and then relax. He stroked himself, precum flying.

“Embarrassed? Hell no!"

“Nice. Well, it's spring break. I don't have the week off, but we can still have some fun. College life treating you well, then? I've seen some glimpses and I've been itching to know."

Ethan smirked. “I gave a blowjob to a cougar during lecture."

“Oh, I can't wait to hear this." He set the phone down on the cushion between them and rubbed his dick with both hands at once. He used every muscle in his body to assist.

Ethan laughed. “His name is Sam. Met him my freshman year. He's on the football team. Sports scholarship. I just hung out in the showers, hoping to meet someone, and I caught him eyeing me."

His father seemed to be rubbing himself in time to Ethan's words. Ethan continued.

“Next thing I know he's standing next to me, hand on my ass, feeling me up, and I'm feeling his arms. He had nice arms then. He's only gotten bigger."

His father was grinning. “Anyone see you?"

“Lots of students saw us. That's why I was there. People told me the shower was the place to be. Everyone knew it happened and nobody cares."

“Oh wow!"

His father was leaking, and he was feeling his own chest back and forth. Up and down.

“So Sam pulls me close and I'm feeling him up. He fingers me. Several people walk by and they don't even stop. He pushes me down, and I start sucking his dick."

“Mmmmm." Roscoe grasped his cock, room for three hands. “How do I compare?"

“Oh, you're bigger. Way bigger."

“I love hearing that! Gives me a rush. I wish I had done stuff like that when I was your age. Just hearing about people having adventures makes me hard."

Ethan grinned. “We didn't have any courses together until this semester. Just a few weeks after I sucked him off in the shower I hid under the barrier during his language lecture. People took pictures, but somehow it never got out."

His father's dick leaked pre at an alarming rate, flying out during a few of his strokes.

“That could've gotten you kicked out!"

“I know, but I did it anyway, and Sam never let on. We've been friends ever since. I still laugh about that. He's the kind of cat who would have bullied me in middle school. Now I'm sucking them off."

“He blew his load?"

“Yup, I blew him all the way in class. Just stayed hidden until the lecture was done and snuck out."

That seemed to do it. He grunted and finished on his chest. It dripped down to his abs. As he gasped, he felt his own bicep.

Ethan didn't have much further to go. The striations... Seeing muscle overfilling his father's hand... Watching how every muscle in his body seemed to help him cum... His cock big enough for three hands...

The younger jackal also finished. He took a little pride cumming more than his father had, even for his second time that day.

Roscoe now looked his son over. “Wow, son. Nice."

“Second time today."

Father looked down at himself. “I let the best years of my life slip away. I look back and I have nothing fun like that to talk about. Nothing. I'm so glad to hear you're not making the same mistake."

Ethan swallowed. “You're making up for it now. Keep feeling yourself. That's amazing."

Father showed Ethan his biceps, leaning forward and running his hands over his thighs. Cum dripped from his nipple onto his quads as he flexed and relaxed them.

He turned and noticed his son gawking. He smiled in return.

“I know, Ethan. It's been nonstop gains since you left for college. Sometimes I bump into things or wonder why this is so easy to lift or why it's so hard to wear clothes. Three years and I'm still not used to being this big. Your mother doesn't like it too much."

Ethan just now looked at himself. He had hit his own chin. “Really? She meant it?"

“Yeah, I told her I want to do this for me. She said yes, but... it hasn't been the same." He turned to Ethan. “Glad someone appreciates my time in the gym."

“Uh... that's why I'm here. I had to find out. Didn't really have a plan for what happens after."

“Stay as long as you like. And I'm serious. While you're here, you can help me make a few vids, and I promise I'll take you to one of those bars."

Ethan felt genuine warmth in those words. “Let's do it. Make it a good spring break."

Ross leaned back. “I've asked so many of my gym buddies if they want to help me but no one wants to risk it. Making porn might hurt their marriage or their career. Channel didn't start off as porn but the more I did it the more I wanted to show everything, and I'm glad I did. Spent my whole life holding back, not doing things. Hearing from other guys how hot I was made me hard. Knowing they're whacking off to me. Never expected to be comfortable with that, but when I noticed who all of my subscribers were, I realized I liked it."

“I'll help. I'll be professional about it, too, I promise."

“Good because—"

He turned, ears swiveling to the front door.

“She's home. Go clean up."

JLB leaped out of the seat and ran upstairs. Ethan only had a split second to take in his father's cum-covered abs and jizz dripping off his pec shelf. Ethan pranced to the downstairs bathroom. It had no shower, so he used the sink and the hand towel.

He heard the front door slam.

Ethan smiled.

*

“Hi, mom."

Ethan hugged her, a thin jackal one year older than his father. He'd been told he took after his mother, and after seeing his father now, he could tell.

She had just changed out of her nurse's uniform. Ethan's stomach fur was still wet, but the clothes hid it. He was presentable. Perfectly normal. Ross had not yet returned from the upstairs bathroom.

“Nice to see you again, Ethan." She pulled away and walked by.

“Good to be home."

She looked just the same as he remembered. Again, after seeing his father, he expected everything to be different. The town, his parents, the house. Finding mom just as she was felt surreal.

“Lucky your father was off today or you'd still be waiting at the bus station."

He followed her into the kitchen. She switched on the coffee maker and began filling it. Ethan leaned against the door frame.

“Three years and barely a word from you. It's how it always goes. Children get a taste of life in the big city and they forget about their parents."

Ethan pretended to scratch his ear. “It's busy up there. So before I knew it, three years went by."

“Oh, get used to that, son. You'll lose entire decades getting caught up in things."

She was so thin... The young jackal caught himself trying to imagine how his mother handled his father's cock. He shook the thought away.

“So of all the fun things you could be doing up there," she continued, “you came back here to be with your family. I'm flattered."

The coffee maker started to sputter. She turned around and leaned against the sink, facing her son.

Ethan wasn't sure what to do with his hands. “Three years. It's nice to come back. Nothing's changed, except..."

She nodded, transitioning to shaking her head. “Yes, your father. He went all in. That means we're spending twice as much on food as we used to, but his videos are making up for that. Barely. He eats so much now it's ridiculous."

Ethan smiled. “It was a surprise, seeing him at the bus station."

She looked at her feet. “It was fun at first, back when he was getting toned. I liked that, but the way he is now is a little much for me. I'm doing my best to be happy for him."

“Me, too." Ethan cringed as soon as he said it. Could he think of nothing else to say? “So how's the church?"

Mom looked up. “I haven't been there in three years."

Ethan stared for several seconds. “You... left?"

Mom nodded. “Long story. Where's your father? We should get this out of the way now."

“He went to the bathroom. We just finished watching the Axe Juror remake."

“They made another one?"

“Same director. And it's actually pretty good. Won't replace the original, but I liked it."

The coffee maker finished. She turned and poured a cup for herself.

“Oh I remember when your father told me how late he let you stay up to see that movie. I about smacked him, but I had to laugh. The two of you had fun, and rules were made to be broken."

“Now I'm up that late every day and ready for class after three hours of sleep."

“Live it up while you can, Ethan. When you have to do it for money, the joy gets sapped out of it."

Ethan pushed away from the wall and opened a cabinet. He took a mug and poured himself a cup.

She crossed the room and turned around, leaning against the refrigerator. “You picked up a taste for coffee while you were in the city?"

Ethan's ears flicked. “Coffee and a few other things."

“Nothing addictive, I hope."

Penis is very addictive.

“Some drinks made with vermouth."

She sipped. “You're an adult now. Free to say up past your bedtime and wake up with a hangover."

“Only done that a few times."

Footsteps coming down the stairs. Ethan felt blood rushing to his groin. He willed it to stop.

“I hope you'll know when you've gone too far. As you get older, it only gets more painful."

His father filled the door frame where Ethan had been leaning. He looked as if he hadn't just blown a load of cum all over his upper torso seconds before mom walked in the door. Clean shirt which did little to hide his chest or his biceps. Ethan could not keep the blood from pooling in his groin.

“Hi, Janet. How was the clinic?"

She sipped, cradling her mug. “Uneventful. Just the day I needed. Thanks for picking up Ethan, Ross."

Ethan's ears flicked. First names. No hon, or dear.

“Good." Now Ross leaned against the frame. “All right, we're all here, so let's get some things out of the way."

Mom stared into her mug. Ethan took a sip.

“You're old enough," father began. “After you left for the city, I started to ask a few questions myself. One of my workout buddies is gay, and to make a long story short, we ended up playing around. I told your mother about it shortly after it happened. We all sat down and talked it out. I'm bi."

Ethan's eyes widened.

Father looked down. “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. I've had other guys over, and she has watched me do stuff with them. We decided to be open about it."

Ethan could not for a second imagine his mother watching his father suck dick.

Mom finally looked up from her coffee. “It took us a while, but we figured it out. We tried things the usual way. We did what we were told to do. Got married, had kids, remained faithful, guarded our hearts. When you were off to college, I think we both started to wonder if that was it. Once that was done, were we supposed to feel complete? I think we both started asking some questions, and I realized I didn't feel complete."

“Neither did I," father continued. “I spent my whole life holding back for one reason or another. Had a wife. Had a kid. Couldn't take the risk to my career or my marriage. So I just stayed put. Without you around, I took one hell of a risk, and it almost wreaked our marriage."

“So, Ethan," mom said. “The reason I quit church is because I met someone else. A Hyena named Audrey. I figured your father got to suck dick in front of me, so I should get out there and try a few things as well. About a year ago I realized I liked being with her more than being stuck in this house. Your father and I have agreed to separate for a while. If we realize we're happier apart, we'll end our marriage."

“On good terms," Ross said. “Since you left, we both realized we're basically roommates now. Not much of a reason to stay together."

Ethan took a deep breath, took a long sip from his mug. “How long?"

“Maybe another year," mom said. “Audrey wants to go back home, and home is overseas. I'm looking into it. They might let a nurse in, and I like the idea of getting out there. So much I haven't seen because I had you when I was young. I'm starting to look back on things and realize my only memories are of you and Ross. I like those memories, but when I look ahead, I see nothing new except an empty house and a job."

Ethan took another deep breath.

Ross crossed the room and clapped Ethan on the shoulder. The young jackal almost crumpled.

“All out in the open. Now you know what we're doing."

He reached out and took the coffee pot, then raised his other arm and took a mug from the cabinet. Ethan was not even tempted to sneak a peak at his father's tricep.

Mother smiled. “I'll bring her by. I think you'll like her, Ethan. You might have something to talk about. She went to the same college you did. Graduated five years ago."

Ethan had so much to say but nothing came out.

The Bar

When he was a pup, mom and dad and son had always eaten dinner together, either at the table or in front of the television. Now mom and dad ate separately, and Ethan didn't know where he should sit, so he ended up eating in the kitchen.

They didn't really talk to one another.

They slept in separate beds, too, something he also found vaguely unsettling.

Now as he woke up to an empty house, he took it all in.

It looked like home, but it felt like staying with two roommates in a town he happened to grow up in.

He woke up to eight messages, and one new contact request. He giggled seeing a personal message on 2Cents from JLB.

<I'll be home 4. I'll take you to that bar I was talking about>

Ethan answered. <Yeah let's go!>

Sam had sent him a dick pic. Ethan acknowledged, wishing him a happy Spring Break. Sam always went home, too.

Terrance had also messaged him, asking where he'd gone. Usually Ethan stayed on campus during breaks.

<Oh sorry I forgot to tell you I was going home. Three years and I hadn't said much to my parents. Had to come back at least once.>

Ethan almost typed out that JLB was his father—that they had both whacked off to his dad's thighs and cock—that Terrance had gotten Ethan to sign up for his father's Superfans. He'd wait until he had a picture of the two of them together. That would be the only way Terrance would believe him.

A message from mom, linking to a hyena's profile on 2Cents. Half the posts were in a language Ethan didn't recognize.

Having checked all his messages, Ethan realized he hadn't brought anything to do, and as he sat on the couch staring at the blank TV, he saw his Super Sweeney. Already a generation old by the time he left for university, he hadn't taken it with him. He wondered how long it had been since anyone booted it up.

*

“Hi, son. Oh, that's what you've been doing all day."

Ethan paused the game and looked up. “It took an hour to download all the updates!"

His father set his keys down on the table by the door. His warehouse uniform hid his bulges well.

“Let me change and we'll leave. What are you playing?"

“Savior 2. Just as good as the original. I swear they made the lion even bigger."

Ross stood behind the couch and looked at the TV. “Damn, you're right. Wish I'd paid more attention to these things. That lion is fucking huge."

Ethan rotated the camera to give him a view of the lion hero who carried a needle sword to free the souls of the possessed by hacking their flesh without touching the bones. The lion's thighs were obscene, and his chest was thick enough to stand on. He clearly didn't need biceps that large to handle a sword that thin.

“Games like these probably changed me," Ethan said.

“I'll be back."

He walked upstairs. Ethan reached a checkpoint and exited the game, relieved he was stilled logged into his profile and could waste the day playing video games.

Ten minutes later, Ross came back downstairs. Ethan shut the system off and stood up.

His father wore a fishnet shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts that hid nothing.

Ross grinned and tossed a matching fishnet shirt to Ethan. “It's a gay-friendly place. I like showing what I have. Here's one of my old shirts. It might fit you."

“Dad, wow."

“I know. I look at myself in a mirror and sometimes I can't stay soft."

Ethan slipped off his old shirt and put on the new one. White fishnet, and it fit him well enough.

“You'll fit right in, son."

Ethan laughed. “Is this required?"

“No, but it's fun."

Dad led the way out the door. Once seated and buckled, Ross backed out the driveway.

“You went very quiet last night after our talk. How are you holding up?"

Ethan sighed. “I don't know what to say. House doesn't feel like home anymore."

“Maybe it's a good thing you've been away for three years. Sooner or later all kids realize their parents are people. I remember what a shock it was to see my parents as less than divine. It's a good way to grow up."

Ethan was glad he didn't have to hide his staring, or his boner. “So you and mom drifted?"

“You could call it that. I think we realized getting married and having a kid and growing old together wasn't what either of us really wanted. Unlike my parents, we can be honest about that. We don't have to feel pressured to stay together forever, not when there's so much else to do. I'm determined not to let life pass me by. Your mother agrees."

Ethan couldn't think of anything to say to that, so he watched his father drive. Observed every twitch of his veiny forearms. Every pucker of his tricep. Every twitch of his thigh. With muscles this large, they seemed to help out for every action even when they didn't need to.

Some fifteen minutes later, he pulled into a lone building on the outskirts of town, an old Victorian house now with a business sign hanging in front of it.

Happy Tail Lounge

No indication is was a bar, or that it was gay friendly.

Without a word, Ross climbed out and led the way inside. Ethan thought he would feel weird going to such a place with his father, but it didn't feel that way at all.

Inside it looked like every other bar he'd been in around campus, but he saw no TVs playing sports. Only two other patrons were at the bar, both foxes, and both wore clothes meant to show off their fur. One of the foxes had dusted his fur pink.

Ross took a seat on the other end of the bar. Ethan sat next to him, feeling minuscule and underdressed until he saw the bartender, a rather lanky otter wearing fishnet and tight shorts and little else.

His father ordered a screwdriver.

Ethan ordered a Manhattan.

When the bartender left to fetch the ingredients, Ross poked Ethan on the side.

“Barely drinking age and you're already on the hard stuff."

Ethan's tail wagged. “Got a taste of vermouth three years ago. Been exploring it. Sometimes I drink it straight."

“Careful about that. Don't let it become habit."

“So far so good." Ethan looked around.

Ross looked up. “Check it out."

Ethan turned his muzzle upwards. “Wow."

The ceiling was high, and the entire place seemed to be lined with velvet.

“House is leftover from the Victorian era. It was falling apart. Someone renovated it and turned it into this bar."

“Any other rooms up there?"

“I'm told they're working on that. If this place were in the big city they'd have done it years ago."

“Surprised to see this in a small town."

Ross chuckled. “It's been vandalized a few times. I'm glad to support them. Big cities aren't the only ones who need them."

“Dad, how did you end up in a place like this?"

“My gym buddies. Knew them for years, and then one of them came out to me. He suggested I give it a try, so I did, and to my surprise, I liked it when other males ogled me. Even more when they got close."

“Oh."

“Was a shock to me, too. Before I knew it I ended up sucking someone's dick. That's when I knew I couldn't hide this from your mother. Things were getting serious."

The otter returned with their drinks. Ethan took a moment to admire the bartender's abs. Ethan took a sip of the Manhattan. It tasted like something he got from one of the places around campus, but one third the price.

“So what about mom?"

“Watching me suck dick made her question why she wasn't getting out there and trying new things. Understand, son, for twenty-five years we did what we were taught we were supposed to do, and at the end 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. I got to watch, but there was nothing hot about it. And to my surprise, no feelings of jealousy. I think you'll like Audrey. If I'm gonna lose your mother to someone, I'm glad it's her."

Ethan took a sip, and another moment to admire the gigantic room.

“That explains your channel. You really like showing off."

“Especially to other males. My workout friends noticed it before I did. They helped me so much over these last few years. So what about you, Ethan?" He grinned. “I thought we raised you right."

Ethan laughed. “I was sucking dick in middle school."

“What?!"

“I took some big risks. Made some offers. If they'd gone bad..." He shook his head, ears folded back.

“Any names I'd know?"

“Probably."

Dad took a drink. “I'd love to hear, if you're willing."

~“Remember ."

“Doesn't feel weird to talk to your dad about these things, does it?"

“Kinda."

“My parents refused to talk to me about certain things. I was determined not to treat you that way. You're an adult. You can hear these things now."

“Yeah, what about grandma and grandpa? You said something about not being honest."

Ross huffed. “Oh boy. That's something else we didn't tell you about until you were older. Well, now's a good time. They raised me the same way they were raised. Once you're married, that's it. Committed for life. When I was fourteen I found out my mother had been having an affair. I walked in on her and someone else. Someone who wasn't my father. Well eventually it came out, and my father said he forgave her. Things were never the same though. I could tell even as a teenager they had become roommates, staying together because they couldn't lose face in the church. So now I became my mother, cheating on her, but instead of hiding it and pretending nothing was wrong, Jan and I talked about it."

“Your mom and dad never talked about that?"

“No. Never. They pretended it never happened. They were both unhappy in the marriage, but they had to live with one another. Your mom and I won't do that. She's branched out, and so have I. I think we will be happier this way."

“Wow."

Ross took a swig. Ethan caught him looking at the bartender's ass. Ethan then caught the bartender checking out Ross. Dad gave his arm a few flexes for him. The otter smiled and winked in reply.

“Saw that?"

Ethan nodded.

“I didn't expect to be comfortable with other males checking me out. I didn't want to pretend it wasn't there. Relationships should be free to ebb and flow. Nobody should be locked in to anything."

“It's like that in school."

“I wish I knew. So tell me, Ethan. How many jocks on the football team are okay with that shower?"

Ethan had almost finished his drink. “Not too many, but everyone knows that shower is reserved."

“How'd that get started?"

“I have no idea. It seems to be a tradition. Anyone who uses it is looking. I still chat with some of them after they graduated."

“Shit."

“You didn't do stuff like this in school?"

“No. I was raised to be a good little jackal. Marry your high school crush and grow old together. Stay in the same job from age twenty until you retire. I thought that's what I wanted. Just seeing your 2Cent pictures makes me realize how much I missed out on."

Father finished his screwdriver. The otter noticed and came over. “Another screwdriver, Ross?"

“Nah, give me a Manhattan, same as his. I need to try one. Oh, and he's with me. I'm covering his tab."

The otter nodded and moved away.

Ross leaned closer to Ethan. “A few months ago he gave me a few free drinks if I'd let him feel me up."

Ethan giggled. “I don't blame him."

“Son, I love it. I thought I'd only want it from females, but when males started noticing me, I liked that even more. So I ran with it."

A hand slid around his father's shoulder, kneading the muscles. Ethan looked behind him. A gator was leaning over his father, snout resting between his ears, both hands massaging his father's shoulder. The gator wore a tight cut-off shirt and skin-tight pants, about half the size of his father but no less ripped.

His father sniffed. “Hi, Dex. Glad you could make it."

The gator's hands wandered to Ross's biceps. “Came straight from the gym."

Father smiled and nodded to Ethan. “Dex, this is Ethan, my son. Ethan, Dex and I are workout buddies. He's the gay one who got me to start asking questions about myself."

Dex turned to Ethan. “Your son?"

Ethan smiled and waved.

Ross: “Yeah, he knows about me, and I've seen some of his stuff."

“I can't imagine coming to a place like this with my father."

Ethan: “He owed me a drink."

Ross: “Nothing awkward. No secrets. He volunteered to help me make a video or two."

The gator took a seat on Ross's other side. The otter returned with a Manhattan for the older jackal. Dex ordered a martini.

“I think I'd like one of those, too," Ethan said.

With a nod, the bartender left. More patrons had entered the room, and the volume in here began to rise. Ethan looked around. Mostly canines, and mostly wearing normal clothes, but a few wore revealing attire. Ethan observed more than one canine stealing glances at his father and probably Dex.

The gator swiveled and faced Ethan. “Your dad and I have been workout buddies since he started going to the gym. I taught him everything he knows."

“Including how to suck dick," Ross finished.

“Eh, that came much later. Didn't think he'd be interested in gay stuff until I noticed how comfortable he was with other males checking him out and feeling him up. I came out to him and offered to let him try some things if he wanted. And he said yes. And then he invited me over for his wife to watch."

Ethan smirked, finished the Manhattan and eyed the otter who had returned with two martinis. He grabbed the stem and pulled it closer.

“Mom..."

“Oh yeah, your mom." Dex chuckled. “Suppose it's weird to hear about this stuff."

Ross drummed the bar. “Let's not make it weird. Ethan is an adult. He's ready to see his parents as people, so don't hesitate to give details. Ethan's seen me naked, after all."

Dex grinned. “Yeah, Ross told me why you're here for spring break. Funny stuff. He also said you're going for a biology major. How's that coming?"

Ethan sipped the martini. “It's interesting. I wanted to go into research. Viruses, especially. There's this one paper we read about how the history of the planet could be contained in the DNA of viruses."

Dex was looking across Ross's chest at Ethan. “How's that?"

Ethan felt weird looking back at Dex from under his father's pec shelf. “Some researchers think you can trace the evolution of genetic material to the conditions that created it. I'm not sure how it works, but I'd like to be part of it someday."

Dex reached out and cupped one of Ross's pecs, licking his lips at Ethan. Ross gave his chest a flex for him.

The younger jackal smiled as Ross bounced his pecs for the gator. Ethan reached out and cupped the other pec. His father noticed that, and a muzzle turned to him, smirking.

The bartender observed, pretending to be indifferent while he dried a margarita glass.

The gator's hand wandered up to Ross's bicep, while the older jackal sipped the Manhattan, seemingly oblivious. Ethan mirrored the action. His father flexed whatever muscles they happened to be feeling.

Dex chuckled. “Ross is amazing, isn't he? Your father pretty much burst out of his clothes a few years ago. I couldn't believe it. Must be good genes."

Ross huffed. “Isn't that weird? Listen to bodybuilders talk and they go on about genetics. You'd think people who lift weights fifty hours a week would talk about all the effort it takes, all the work, but they don't. All about genes."

Ethan had both hands on his father's arms. Dex reached down and gestured to his crotch. He was painfully hard through his tight shorts. Ethan patted himself.

“Damn, kid, you're getting hard feeling up your dad."

“I whacked off to enough of his vids, too."

“Kinky."

Ross sat up straight and raised his arms, wrapping them around gator and jackal, pulling their muzzles together against his chest.

Ethan took the chance to lick Dex on the muzzle.

Dex parted his muzzle. “We just met."

“You have nice arms, too."

Dex looked up. “You have an eager son, Ross."

Ross squeezed their heads with his biceps. The bartender was hard and barely able to hide it.

“Let's not be awkward," Ross said, and then nodded to the bartender. “We'll be back in a flash. Save our seats."

~Ethan gets to feel both of them up, and then watch his dad suck someone's dick. I think it's his father who asks Ethan if he's really ok with this, doing stuff with his father. He knows he'd think it weird to do stuff with his dad, but Ethan barely seems to notice.

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~I think what bothers me is that in the short story I establish Ethan as eager to jump into this without thinking of the future. But now, when confronted with his parents splitting up, he hesitates to get close to his dad. It doesn't feel like Ethan, but at the same time how do I get past the heavy stuff? His parents are splitting up. He's seeing his parents as people for the first time. He must react to this.

Yes, this is the problem with the story so far. Ethan is reacting the way I would to my parents splitting up. He's not reacting the way Ethan would. Ethan jumps in, going with whatever feels good and not thinking of the future or the implications. Ross should be the one to think of things like that.

Biggest hangup is that there really is no story, only a setup. I cannot think of anything to do with it.