Story by Custos (Original posting 21 January 2025 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos) Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my galleries! This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor. The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only. The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life. —— Standalone: It's Okay to Touch, Son 2 Dave is working up a sweat as he tightens the bolt with the wrench in his hand, clear pearls rolling down his muscular back on this particularly hot day in the trailer park. The masculine brown doberman is shirtless and only wearing black jeans and sunglasses, his many tattoos rippling along with his skin through his fur as the muscles underneath work their magic. It certainly doesn’t leave the wives of the neighbours unbothered, each of them finding an excuse to work outside at this very moment for some reason. Gardening, sweeping, sunbathing… Young or old, the ladies love to watch the brown doberman work his athletic body as Dave swears along his breath. They may be married, it doesn’t mean they can’t swoon over some eye candy. Much to the chagrin of their husbands, whom are luckily not home. “Come on! Ya piece o’ junk!” With a loud clang, Dave throws down the wrench into his toolbox and walks up to the driver side of the jeep. He leans into the open window and turns the ignition key, flashing the swooning neighbour ladies his firm jeans-clad ass as the engine revs and sputters, but ultimately turns on. The canine male sighs and wipes the sweat from his brow, slumping into the open window of the car as a wave of relief washes over him. He’s not gonna have to spend his whole evening fixing his neighbour’s car for peanuts. Speaking of the devil, Dave can hear the old coot stomping his way out of his trailer, the screen door swinging open followed by a cheerful nasal voice. - “Got her running again, David? My beauty may be an experienced mature lady, but she sure as hell still loves ya twiddling her bits and bobs!” Dave snickers and turns around as he leans against the bright red car with the exaggerated oversized dirt track wheels and black soft top, folding his bulging arms. “Mature? Experienced? She’s old, Buck. Older than dirt. Ancient! If ya saved a buck or two in a can instead of in ya booze at the end of the day, ya could buy a newer car and still have enough to be three sheets to the wind by the end of the week!” The expression on the retired balding possum’s face drops into a scowl and he grits his teeth as he raises an indignant index finger at the bemused doberman. He’s holding two beer cans in his hands, one for himself and one he had intended to give to Dave. - “Now listen here, sonny! Ya better show sum’ respect to my darlin’ or I’ll give ya a good wallop on yer keister! No respect, ya young’uns! No respect, I tells ya!” Dave laughs heartily, infuriating his old possum neighbour even further. All in good fun, though, as he shakes his head and remains lounging against the red jeep, grinning a goofy smile back at Buck. “Dun’ get ya blood pressure up, Buck! I’s be the only reason yer darlin’ ain’t puttin’ ya in the poor house. Even more so. Speakin’ of.” The brown doberman remains leaning against the car and holds out his hand, smirking at the possum whom is still ticked off at Dave’s brash demeanour, but ultimately realises he truly relies on his neighbour’s skills. Plus, he ain’t above a little poking and prodding himself from time to time. Buck huffs as he shoves the cold beer can into the canine’s hand, fishing out his wallet from a pocket in his overalls and flipping it open. Starting to dig for some dollar bills. - “Yer lucky I ain’t got a missus to drool over ya like the rest of the dang neighbourhood! Gosh darn harlots would be jumpin’ yer pecker in a hoot an’ a holler for sum’ quick cheap chores!” Dave chuckles as he watches the old-timer rummage around in his wallet, spilling some nickels and dimes, and even a condom wrapper that looks like it had been manufactured in the eighties. He sips the cheap cold beer as his eyes slide over to some of the bordering porches, watching the wives and daughters of his neighbours pretend to be busy but sneak peeks at him. Don’t he know it. He’d have a look, a smile, even toss them a friendly ‘hello’ back when his late wife was still with him. But the thought of cheating on Olivia never crossed his mind. And now that she’s gone… Well, a man has physical needs. But it would feel wrong somehow. Like infidelity to Olivia. Even when she’s no longer here. He knows she wouldn’t want him to be alone for the rest of his life. But it’s too fresh. The wound still too raw. Plus, what would Matthew think? Buck grunts out a harumph as he presses some twenty dollar bills into Dave’s hand, dipping a handkerchief to his forehead as the heat of the day and the loss of his money get to him. And it’s only February. Looks like the libs were right about that global warming after all. Not that any self-respecting redneck would admit to that. - “Jus’ look at them twistin’ an’ turnin’ to get yer attention, ya lucky son of a gun! Enjoy it while it lasts, sonny! Cause they’ll drop ya like a hot baked potato on a sweet Sunday afternoon barbecue once ya get past yer forties! Trust me, sonny! I used to be jus’ like ya!” The brown doberman feels a few pearls of sweat roll from between his pectorals down the ‘gutter’ of his abs. He listens bemusedly to Buck lamenting his youth and the copious non-exaggerated amounts of ‘tail’ he used to get as his eyes settle upon another neighbour’s wife. A pretty little thing. A deer doe in her early fifties but taking darn good care of her body as she stays in shape. Dave has seen her jogging around the block with her friends, and run on her treadmill conveniently positioned to see all the way down the street. Showing off her bouncy perky tits with only the slightest hint of sag. Not a grey hair in sight, but fur on her muzzle is somewhat obviously dyed in a colour that is just off from her natural hue. The type of detail her girlfriends would gossip about behind her back, but no one would ever point out to her face-to-face. She’s wearing a skimpy bikini and sunglasses, but by the way she flinches that sunscreen on her lap as Dave looks her way, it is pretty obvious she had been ogling him for a while. Not that the doberman minds the attention, nor the unspoken compliment. He grins his cocky smile and tosses the middle-aged woman a polite and slightly flirty two-finger salute, which makes her cheeks blush as she meekly waves with a smile. She can’t see the wink from behind his sunglasses, but Dave is certain she knows. Buck just shakes his head in poorly disguised jealousy, about to set off on another rant again when suddenly Matthew appears at the porch of their possum neighbour, holding his schoolbag over his shoulder as he enthusiastically barks out: “Hey, dad! Hey, mister Wilson!” Next to the adorable silver Labrador doberman mix stands an equally adorable black and brown dachshund boy of the same age, also carrying his schoolbag over his shoulder. He warmly smiles and waves at both older men with infectious enthusiasm: “Hi, mister Wagner. Hello, mister Wilson!” Dave catches himself mid drink, his eye taking in his son’s newfound best friend called Jimmy. The one that his precious little boy is finding himself having an adorable little boy crush on. Even if it’s too embarrassing for Matthew to realise or admit. Of course, Dave has seen Jimmy on a few occasions already. Always on school grounds, though. The last time he saw the boy, Jimmy’s mother had been there too. A single divorcee. Not unpleasant to look at. Sweet and kind and homely from what the doberman could tell. The boys had pleaded with the both of them for a sleepover. Neither had objected, and the weekend was deemed an ideal date and time for it, with the first one taking place at their trailer this very day. “Howdy, boys. Y’all had a nice day at school?” Both adorable ten-year-old pups nod enthusiastically, more because it’s the weekend and the start of their playdate rather than referring to their actual school day. Suddenly, Dave’s eyes catch Jimmy looking at him. Not just observing him casually, but he caught the boy’s gaze lingering just a little longer on his bare sweaty torso than he would have considered comfortable. The brown doberman averts his eyes quickly, not quite sure whether he does because he wants to avoid embarrassing Jimmy, or because it stirred a slightly odd and uncomfortable feeling within himself. Dave quickly sips his beer as he seemingly becomes aware of his semi-nakedness for the first time that evening. The retired possum male greets both boys friendly enough as well, offering them a glass of lemonade but the kids politely decline. - “No thanks, mister Wilson. I wanna show Jimmy my trading cards! I got a holo foil from a booster pack last week! Paid for it from my own piggy bank!” It is clear Matthew could just as well have been talking Chinese to the old man as the retiree shakes his head at the two boys hurriedly walking to Dave’s trailer, occasionally skipping a few passes here and there. Enthusiastically chattering away to each other until they disappear inside. - “Holo-mah-whatta? Back in my day we’s played football and baseball in the streets! Kids these days are way too soft. When did being a dork become an acceptable thing, I’s asks ya!” A single look from Dave told the old coot to watch his words talking about his son like that, and Buck quickly shifted the conversation back to his car and the work his neighbour had performed on it. The brown doberman gathered his tools, bid Buck a goodnight, and casually walked the thirty or so feet to his trailer from the possum’s. The two school bags lie forgotten in a corner of the kitchen as the two boys kneel down on the chairs, leaning over the table with their elbows as Matthew excitedly shows Jimmy a folder with his trading cards. Dave informs the two he’ll take a quick shower and then join them to make dinner. Again, Jimmy’s bright blue eyes lingered a little longer on his friend’s dad’s bare torso as Dave makes his way to the bathroom. The brown doberman not quite sure what to think. Maybe he’s just imagining things after he and his son had that very intimate… bonding session together, just last week. Something his guilty conscience struggles with still. Although, nothing major had happened since. Not really. Matthew had been content to just look and absentmindedly caress as he watched tv with his dad. The boy’s curiosity sated for the moment, it seems. Dave turns on the shower and jumps in after the water becomes hot enough, quickly lathering up and scrubbing away at his fur as if trying to expel the dirty thoughts that way. He’s seeing things that aren’t there! A ten-year-old boy isn’t interested in an old man like him like that! But, then again… Matthew had been… The virile canine male has become worked up, the glans of his tanned pink humanoid penis peeking out from his thick sheath as he turns off the water. He reaches for his towel on the rack, just when a few rapid knocks announce someone at the bathroom door before it immediately opens after: “Mister Wagner, can I go to the bathroom?” In the wide open doorway stands Jimmy, the cute ten-year-old dachshund friend of Dave’s son, smiling and looking expectantly at his school mate’s dad’s face. Seemingly completely oblivious to the fact the adult male doberman is entirely naked and has the tip of his cock peeking from his sheath. The little traitor even gives a twitch as Jimmy’s eyes take in every naked inch of his friend’s dad. Not in the least worried or embarrassed by the situation. Not at all. Dave’s instinct is to cover himself up, but he realises that may draw more of the little boy’s attention to his crotch. Make the moment burn into Jimmy’s brain. Maybe have the boy question why the adult male seems embarrassed by such a trivial thing. “Ah, Jimmy. Uhm. Sure. Jus’… Knock next time and wait for an answer first, okay?” Jimmy nods excitedly, already skipping over to the toilet as he zips open his pants and pulls them down to his knees before taking care of business. Dave hears the tinkle of a stream hitting the porcelain bowl, adamant in looking at himself in the bathroom mirror as he casually wraps the towel around his waist and finishes up his routine. The young dachshund pup is a waterfall of words, just talking on about school, about Matthew, his other friends, teachers, and so on and so forth. Again, completely unaware of his lack of shame or at the very least hesitance to barge into a friend’s occupied bathroom like that. Dave has to chuckle. The follies of youth. Jimmy finishes up his business and skips over to the sink to wash his hands as he stands next to his friend’s naked dad just clad in a towel. The boy smiles at Dave in the mirror. A very happy genuine smile at that. Jimmy’s eyes ogling just a little bit more through the reflection than should be comfortable, before he bounces away to and out the door. Dave decides not to make a big deal out of it, and puts on some boxers and a black tank top before venturing out into the kitchen again as well. He’s too frazzled to cook, though, and he orders pizza instead, very much so to the kids’s delight! The evening is filled with board games and card games, television, greasy pizza and soda, and an animated boyish discussion about the Texas Stallions and how they’re doing in the playoffs. Much to Matthew’s glee, Jimmy seems to be just as big a fan of them as he is! Although, and this is Dave just assuming, probably for slightly different reasons. Night falls all too soon, and Dave herds the boys off to bed. He offered them his double bed at first, intending to sleep in his son’s bed himself, but Matthew wants his first sleepover with Jimmy to be in his room. Certainly not because that’s where all his toys and stuff is! Dave isn’t a stern father in this regard. He knows what it was like to giggle and talk with friends until much more deeply into the night than is allowed. If only his folks wouldn’t have made him regret it the day after, he’d have much more beautiful memories about his own sleepovers as a child. Thus, Dave simply inflated a single person mattress next to his son’s bed in Matthew’s small bedroom, made it, and wished both boys goodnight as he tucked them in. The doberman could hear the both of them giggle in the next room over as he lies in bed, just smiling and patting himself on the back for doing a better job at being a parent than his folks did. Conscientious of the fact that they have a guest staying over, the canine decides to keep his boxers on for bed, even though he hates sleeping in clothes and would much rather sleep naked. A small sacrifice for his son’s happiness. It doesn’t take long for Dave to drift off to sleep. Flashes of various nonsensical dreams flutter by without much cohesion or thought. As always, Olivia makes more than a single appearance. Bringing to the surface Dave’s grief and desire. One moment he wants to just hold her and cry, the other he wants to throw her over the kitchen table and make mad passionate love like they used to do. At first he was so deeply shocked when he saw her in his dreams, he used to startle wide awake. Gradually, it felt more and more like little visits from a loved one. A missed one. Rationally, when awake, Dave knows full well it’s just his mind trying to cope with the loss. But somehow, somewhere in that tiny corner of his brain and heart, he secretly hopes that it’s Olivia reaching out. Trying to console him. Assuring him that one day they’ll be together again. The brown doberman doesn’t consider himself a religious man. He’s seen what religion does to people. The cruelty of his parents. Yet, the question has always remained in the back of his mind: What if? And so again, Dave finds himself in a desolate place. A ruin of sorts. Naked and vulnerable. Yet, with each step he takes, life springs forth from his paw pads. Grass and wildflowers bloom. The contradictory fragrance of emptiness replaced with the sweet bouquet of blossoms, fields, forests, and a babbling brook. Warmth upon his fur and skin as darkness makes way for a heavenly sky, the golden rays of the sun set upon the bare male, yet they don’t blind him. The intense emotion of joy washes over Dave’s heart. If happiness were a drug, this would be it. And in the deepest reaches of his soul, he knows who he’ll find in the middle of this ruin overgrown with beautiful flora. His paw pads nestle in the soft tickling strands of grass, his beautiful virile body flexing with pure masculinity with each step he takes. Dave is confident. Happy. And eagerly looking forward to whom he’ll find in the middle of the circular colosseum ruins. The setting straight out of a Greek mythos. There, bathed in the golden warmth of the sun, in the middle of the overgrown arena, sits a lone figure. There is a spring summoning forth a clear pond, which doesn’t make any logical sense. Why would the builders of a colosseum include such a thing in the middle of the ring? It matters not to Dave, as the doberman takes confident strides toward the lone figure sitting on the edge of the pond with their back toward him. Bathing just their feet in the cooling water. At first, Dave is certain it is Olivia. Her slender feminine form, her beauty. Her scent. But as the canine man approaches, the figure slightly turns their head and Dave pauses in his tracks. There’s something off about her. Nothing unpleasant, mind you. Just… is this Olivia? As the person turns their head more, Dave feels the rush of surprise wash over him as he recognises his son, Matthew. The boy smiles at his father sweetly, with just his upper body dressed in that Texas Stallions jersey he loves so much. The same jersey he wore just last week when… Well, when the two of them crossed that line a father and son shouldn’t tread. Dave wants to speak but he finds he can’t utter the words. Babbling like a little school boy as the sounds emerge from his lips lazily and burdened, like bubbles of blackened grease. There’s slight panic overtaking the virile man, his confidence melting like snow before the sun. Yet, the figure stands up from the pond and turns to face Dave completely, their features slowly shifting and morphing into a darker fur colour mixed in with brown. A slightly longer torso, and longer floppy ears. The brown doberman tries to hold his snout from oozing out more of the black bubbles as they float away sluggishly, dripping with guilt and regret. The sun is scorching, becoming blinding. Yet, the figure of Jimmy standing before him is smiling radiantly against the blazing violence behind him, clear as day. Eyes half-lidded, body language comfortable and confident. Speaking of desire for Dave that is unbecoming of a youth his age. The ten-year-old opens up the sports jersey he’s wearing, his face a mixture between Jimmy and Matthew’s features, looking at Dave with conviction as he lifts the fabric of the garment aside to expose himself to the adult fully. Holding open the flaps of the clothing as he simply reveals what’s underneath. No jutting of hips. No lewdness nor intrinsic arousal. Just the innocence of a little boy tainted by the desire in Jimmy’s eyes. The radiance is blinding the panicking doberman to the point of being unable to make out any features that would have been revealed of the boy’s body. Jimmy’s peaceful and slightly covetous smile unwavering as he confidently holds open his jersey for Dave to see, the child exposing himself eagerly to the adult male. The whole world then becomes swallowed by the all devouring brilliance of the light, sending Dave spiralling. Dave shoots up in bed with a start. He’s confronted with his own reflection in the mirrors on his closet panel doors, forming the illusion of a bedroom twice as wide as it really is. He can see his short fur coat glistening in a sheen of sweat, the white of his eyes visible even in the dim light of the street lamps outside. Dave’s lip is curled upwards in a snarl. His body is shaking. The brown doberman throws on some sweatpants and quietly walks through the narrow corridor of the trailer to his son’s room. There’s no door there, and he can see both boys soundly sleeping in their own beds. Toys are strewn about, indicating they’ve been playing well after bedtime. That’s okay. Still slightly shaken, Dave takes out his emergency pack of cigarettes from the sleeveless leather jacket on the coatrack. A gift from his late wife when they first started dating. Olivia always said he looked so handsome in it. Dave quietly slips out the front door and sits down on the porch, his paw pads touching the grass which courses a surge of relief through the canine’s body. His fingers tremble a little as he lights a smoke and puts it to his lips, deeply inhaling the fumes before exhaling them with a sigh of even deeper solace. He never smoked inside and he quit a long time ago. Even before Olivia passed away. She had been a great support in helping Dave through it. But even she never objected to an emergency cigarette. Dave never went lightly about them. The shakes are calming and Dave’s heart rate is slowing down. A moment of peace and that disgusting but oh so tantalising tobacco flavour burning his tongue and lungs. He deeply hoped Matthew would never pick up the nasty habit. Dave exhales another puff of grey vapour into the cool and somewhat beautiful night as his ears twitch, picking up on the sound of the front door of his trailer opening behind him. Darn. Please don’t be him. Please don’t be him! - “Hi, mister Wagner. Are you okay?” Damn. Dave turns his head to look at Jimmy, instinctively extinguishing his cigarette into the dirt in front of the porch, pocketing the bud in his sweatpants. The pup is smiling sweetly at the adult man sitting, and due to their size difference the cute dachshund doesn’t even need to look down all that much. Jimmy is wearing pyjamas of a light blue colour, with little race cars all over it. The innocence of which stings Dave as he shifts around a little, uncomfortable. “Ah. Hey, kiddo. Did I wake ya? Jus’… goin’ out for a smoke. Dun’ do that, by the way. Never touch the stuff! It’s bad for ya.” Jimmy giggles and ignores Dave’s body language indicating he’s about to stand up. Instead, the little boy sits down next to the adult on the porch and wriggles his feet in the grass below as he looks up at the few stars shining through the light pollution in the sky. The trailer park is deserted at this time of the night. Just the buzzing of insects and the hum of the fridge inside audible. - “You yipped, mister Wagner. Sir. I was a little scared. And then you came by the door and went outside.” Dave looks a little uncomfortable still, his eyes darting down the street as if afraid all of his neighbours were gonna come out and accuse him of unsavoury things. The night’s chill prickles the adult male’s bare torso, and for some reason he ceases his move to stand up, instead sitting back down again next to his son’s friend. “Ah. Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t mean to scare ya. Ya don’t need to be afraid of me.” The brown doberman knows what he looks like. The expression that rests upon his lips by default. ‘Resting bitch face’, they call it for women. He has a permanent scowl on his lips ever since his youth. The canine tries to suppress it consciously, though, whenever he realises it. And that’s on top of his otherwise already tough exterior. - “I’m not scared of you, mister Wagner. Sir. I was just… It’s just… My daddy…” The conversation takes a quick turn for the worse. Dave knows Jimmy’s mom is divorced, but she hasn’t divulged much about the boy’s father. From the tone in the dachshund’s voice, the kid doesn’t look upon his father kindly. And that bumps in the night are something that cause distress in the pup. “Sorry again, kiddo. No harm done, eh? How about we’s go back insi—“ Dave flinches and freezes in place. Jimmy’s small arms have encircled his broad torso and hooked his little fingers together on the other side, locking the bare-chested adult in a tight embrace. Though, Jimmy is smiling and nuzzling into Dave with closed eyes, the virile male is sweating bullets as his eyes dart around the nearby trailers. Alarm bells blaring in his head. “Uhm. Jimmy?” The dachshund pup squeezes Dave just a little tighter, mumbling softly under his breath. - “I wish I had a daddy like you, sir. Matthew tells me of all the fun things you do together. I had so much fun tonight!” More panic envelops Dave’s heart as he absorbs the middle sentence. ’Matthew tells me of all the fun things you do together.’ What exactly did his son tell his friend?! The doberman gingerly lays an arm around Jimmy’s back, patting the pup’s shoulder amicably yet hesitantly, trying to reciprocate the boy’s token of appreciation with a friendly but appropriately distant response. From an adult who isn’t family of the little boy in question. “A-always welcome, kiddo. A friend of Matthew’s is a friend o’ mine! And ya can drop the ‘mister Wagner’ thing, Jimmy. Jus’ call me Dave when yer here, alright?” The red jeep Dave had worked on is less than thirty feet away. The bright colour glaring at the man. Somehow this inanimate object bearing witness to the scene makes the doberman uncomfortable. Even more so than he already is. “Let’s get ya back to bed, kiddo. Tomorrow’s gonna be fun too.” Jimmy gives Dave’s bare chest one last squeeze and nods as he smiles up brightly at his friend’s dad. The two get up from the porch and head back inside the trailer, the doberman locking it behind him. The little boy is put back to bed, and Dave is relieved to see Matthew sleeping soundly still. Once back in his room, Dave sighs and slowly slides down against his door to the floor, clutching his face and eyes. He can feel he is not erect. A fact that makes him exhale deeply with instant relief. The masculine dog man embraces his knees to his chest and peers over them into the mirrors on his closet doors forming one big reflection of the room. And of himself making himself so small in that corner. It’s going to be a long weekend.