As soon as my feet sink into the warm sand, and look at the people, I know I have a problem. “Err, Dad?”

“Yes?” He’s looking around too, but with an eager, speculative smile.

“I don’t have swim trunks. And I am not ready to walk among everyone here naked.” The disaster that would be. Although, there are quite a few guys with nice erections already.

He looks are me, momentarily surprised, then smiles warmly. “That’s easy to deal with.”

I look down when I feel the wind through my calf fur. The fabric is flowing up, like it’s melting away. It stops when it’s just above my knees, and the rest of the fabric…sort of shimmers as it goes from looking like whatever my pants had been made of to something much thinner and lighter.

“How?” It definitely doesn’t feel like thick cotton or nylon or…whatever. This feels like what swim trunks are made of.

Dad chuckles. “The simple answer is nanotech. The more complicated one will wait until tomorrow. Is that okay or do you prefer…” he trails off and his pants tighten against his legs, turning bright red, then melt away nearly entirely until all that is left is barely enough material to cover his—oh my God is my Dad hung. And those are his balls? Like the speedos literally have to make a pouch under that thick shaft to house them.

I look away and please, please tell me I only imagined myself moaning in desire. Of course, because I’m not closing my eyes, I get them full of naked guys. Which is actually better, since they aren’t my dad. Them I can actually lust after.

Dad chuckles. “I did warn you there would be naked guys here.”

“I don’t think what that meant really registered until now.” That works as an excuse for my reaction…right?

I look down to look away from all of them and, first, notice the tent in my trunks, which, come on, at this point, is excusable, and second, my abs, defined enough they are noticeable through my shorter belly fur, my calf that would make a runner proud. I run a hand over my stomach, feeling the muscles there, and my forearms and biceps are also defined.

“Is everything okay?” Dad asks.

Okay. Reality check time. Even if this wasn’t a dream, what am I doing wanting to cover even one inch of a body like mine? Everyone who has commented on it said I’m good looking. How about I throw my insecurity aside?

“You know what?” I smile at him, looking at his face so I won’t have to resist falling to my knees and rubbing my face against his—okay, not going there. “I shouldn’t be covering up a body like this at all.”

He looks uncertain. “Are you sure? Trunks, even a speedo, at least indicate to the guys you aren’t here exclusively for sex. Being naked… Kade wasn’t lying when he said you’d have to spend a lot of the time here saying no.”

“But they will respect it, even if I’m naked. And…” remember the tent. “Hard as a rock?”

He laughs. “They will. You might have noticed that erections are sort of the norm here.”

I run a finger over the belt. “How do I take it off?” I can’t find a clasp. To the touch, it feels like one solid piece of leather.

“You don’t have to.”

The fabric melts up into the belt, exposing my hardon and balls to everyone. My face burns, but I focus on the belt, which shimmers like the fabric had before and turns from leather, to a fabric that reminds me of wool, half the width it was, then it takes on the coloring of my fur, nearly vanishing into it.

I look up to ask Dad how, because this is beyond what I thought was possible, but the question is smacked right out of my mind by his erection and the balls hanging under them.

“Holy fuck.” Don’t move, I tell myself. Don’t you fucking dare move. Don’t take them in your hands to feel their weight. The speedos barely hinted at how amazing my Dad’s balls are. They hang low, it’s got to be the weight. They’d fill my palm and spill over.

“Ah. Yes,” Dad says, and my face is so hot my fur probably caught on fire.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

He laughs. “Kristoff, if I didn’t like being stared at, I wouldn’t have a set like that.” He motions around and I am not the only one looking. By the hunger on some of the guys; faces, Dad is going to have his pick of partners.

I also catch sight of my relatives walking among the others on the beach, they’s all naked, and of those I can see the front, hard. They’re talking with people, mingling, I guess. Except for Tuck.

He’s already sandwiched between two guys and the grinding leaves nothing to the imagination as to what they are doing.

Okay. So, crisis averted.

And this is probably okay.

I step closer to my dad, so our hard cocks are side by side. Don’t let them touch. You do that and you know you’d going to cum and then it’s dream over.

He’s longer than I am, but thinner. Well, I am pretty thick, so that still means his cock’s pretty nice. And his balls…oh fuck, the things I’d like to do to them.

I step away before I lose control.

I take a breath and look up at him. There’s amusement in his eyes, but not reproach. I guess I’m not the first one to compare himself to him like this.

“If you want, I can stick with you.”

Not making the head shake vehement takes almost as much willpower as not falling on his cock. “You go have fun. I am going for a swim.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking uncertain. “It isn’t—”

“I’m sure.” I am certain that if you stick by me, I am not making it to the water and your cock’s going in me and— “I’ll be okay.”

He looks afraid, and I don’t know what to say to chase that look away. I don’t even understand why he’s reluctant to let me move away from him. I’m sure that we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a safe place. He finally lets out a slow breathe, squeezes my arm, and walks into the crowd of admirers. Immediately, he has a guy under each arm. He looks at me over his shoulder and shrugs.

I join all the other guys, looking at them with envy. But unlike them, the hunk of man is my Dad. So it’s not like anything would come of it.

“Hey,” a gorilla says, smiling at me. “Are you interested in a fuck?”

I almost want to laugh at the directness of it. “No, thank you. I’m just here for a swim.”

“Okay, cool.” He turns and asks another guy, who looks at him and bends over, tail high.

I make it a dozen steps and a giraffe with…more than respectable breasts is next to me. “Please tell me you’re female compatible? My vagina is begging to have that cock in it.”

While I’ve never heard of being straight referred that way, it’s pretty obvious. “Sorry, I’m not.”

Her sigh is theatrical. “No, of course not. All the great cocks are on male exclusive guys.”

“Not all of them,” a leopard says, stepping before us and putting his cock next to mine. “I think I can give him a challenge.”

My face burns, and my ears have to have disappeared.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” I say. Forcing myself to feel it. “I’m just not used to this kind of forwardness. But I was warned.”

“Or, you’re visiting?” He beams. “Well, I am male compatible, if you want to experience Orrite charm.”

“I—, I mean.” Fuck that cock looks inviting, and he’s not family so… there’s an orgasm from that and me waking up. I force myself to breathe. “I’m only here for the water.”

“Then have fun.” He takes the giraffe’s hand and they walk away. “Watch that you don’t go past the marker. The currents get strong at this time of the day beyond them.” He calls over his shoulder.

“Thank.”

And they aren’t the last offers I get. From guys or women.

Surprisingly, instead of making it worse, the strings of offers take my mind off the fact I’m naked among a crowd of other people. I can’t say I’ve ever dreamed something like this happening to me.

The chuckle makes people look at me, then look me over. Well, I am dreaming now. And I turn down more offers.

The water’s warmer than I expect. It’s a gentle slope, and I wait until it’s to my waist before diving in. I hesitate, but curiosity gets the better of me and I open my eyes. I can’t believe how clear the water is, or what I’m seeing taking place under the water.

I’m also surprised my eyes aren’t stinging. I’d expected salt water to be hard on my eyes. Maybe it’s not that salty near the shore.

I come up from breath.

“Hey, handsome,” a woman calls. “Want to join us for a game of breathe or cum?”

“No, thank you.” Well, that explained the two guys I saw under the water eating out two of the women.

Over the next hour, my swimming is regularly interrupted by propositions. More men than women, interestingly enough. The one surprising part of all the propositions is how not one of them started with someone grabbing my cock. When Tuck said he was the exception in asking for forgiveness instead of permission, he wasn’t kidding.

How often would I have been groped if this had been a real beach? If there were sex beach in the waking world. Often enough, I’d have left already, I’m sure of that.

Eventually, I get myself close enough I can lie back on the wet sand and look at the blue sky. I have no idea what time it is. The sun’s getting close to the horizon, but even if I knew the time of the year, I have no idea what it’d mean for the time of day. At most, the sun’s setting in a few hours.

A shadow falls over me, and I look at a wonderfully heavy set of balls with a long cock. You know, I can suck off a guy and not risk an orgasm. Maybe I should offer to suck up this beautiful specimen.

“I thought you might have drowned.” Dad leans over and smiles at me. Okay, not sucking this cock.

“I love swimming.”

“I noticed. We’re having a Flyball match. You interested?”

“What’s that?”

He looks perplex, then shrugs. “It’s easier to explain while you watch a match.”

He leads me to a cordoned up section of the beach. Within the delineation, there’s two dozen people and a ball about twice the size of a baseball. It’s bounces off twice in quick succession against nothing, giving the impression of a corner, before a wombat with impressive breasts catches it and turns to the other, who moved away from her, while not crossing outside the marked area.

“They’re in a forcefield?”

“Yes, but only the ball reacts to it. They can leave anytime they want, but they forfeit the match if they do.”

She throws it, and everyone scatters. It bounces on a wall, the floor, another wall, before a tiger—Vince maybe?—catches it and, without pausing, throws it at a tigress who isn’t Violet. She staggers from the impact on her shoulder, and steps out as the ball arcs back down and an alligator catches it, then looks around for a target.

“So, she out?”

“Yes. Only the hands are permitted to touch the ball. Anywhere else, and you’re eliminated.”

“So, this is Dodgeball.”

Dad looks at me, and I motion to the field. “Two teams, a ball, although it’s larger. The goal is to hit anyone on the opposing team whit it. There’s a middle line you can’t cross. You catch the ball and it’s yours to throw, you drop it, you’re out.”

“Flyball doesn’t have teams. It’s a free for all, but otherwise, it sounds like that. You want in on the next match?”

I grin. “Oh, most definitely.”

The match lasts half an hour, with a golden bear as the victor. He walks away with a woman on each side and an erection.

“Is sex expected from the winner?”

“No, but it’s a good way to pick up partners. You planning on winning?”

I look at him. “I certainly don’t plan on losing.” I step within the marked area along with other players, surprised not to feel anything as I cross the field. There’s about thirty of us, waiting. Maybe a quarter are tigers, and I recognize Kyriell, Kurt, and Killian.

The wall flashes opaque, someone throws the ball, and I run out of the way and do not stop moving.

I had a few close calls at the start, not being used to run on sand, but I get the hang of it. Anytime I get the ball, I target a tiger, especially if I recognize him as family. There’s no time like the present to have them learn I am merciless at this game.

We’re down to fine when I lose track of the ball and, before I find it again, it smacks me in the back.

I drop in the sand next to my family and receive a few, good natured, middle fingers. Of all the tigers that had been there, only three weren’t taken out by me. I join the next game, but I’m taken out quickly as exhaustion catches up to me. 

Over my protests, Dad calls it a day. I wanted to enjoy the beach until dark, but this time his word is final.

Me, Dad, Liam, and Edison head to a landing pad at the edge of the sand and into the closest hover. I don’t even question how he knows that one’s ours. The conversation is quiet, and I force myself to join it to keep my eyes open.

Instead of heading for the large building, I watch through a window Dad made as we approach one of the multiple islands around it. The building actually straddles four of them.

This one is large enough to have a dozen cozy-looking houses spread among lots of grass and trees. We land on grass instead of a pad, and Dad helps me to the closest one. There’s a cottage feel to it. Then we’re inside, and I barely notice the rooms before we enter one of them. Next to the bed, He kisses my forehead and I grab his hands as he turns to leave.

I want to fall into the bed with him. I won’t be able to stay away, I know that. And if this dream’s going to end, I want it to be with him fucking my brains out.

He smiles at me before I get my mouth to work.

“Sleep well, Kristoff. I’ll see you in the morning.” He takes his hand out of mine and leaves me alone.

I sit on the edge of the bed.

I sleep, this ends. So, how do I go about staying awake until this dream night passes?

Those are my last conscious thoughts.

I don’t even know if I fell back on the bed, or forward on the floor.