Tom and I often hung out in just our shorts on warm days, or sometimes even less, cheekily daring each other to go bare. It was just boyhood banter, he wasn't interested in other boys, though he knew I was but I respected his likes. We were just two pals who preferred not wearing a lot when relaxing. Turns out that he got that from his dad, who I rarely saw with much on. He'd often come in from work, or get up for his shift, wandering through in just a vest and briefs, or just the vest....or even just nude. Tom wasn't phased by it at all, used to his dad's clothing preferences, but I could always feel a blush start when the buff, older hyena was in the room, either just passing by or stopping to talk to both of us. I could swear he was talking more to me as time went on as well, and I'd often find myself sitting or laying in such a way to try and hide the boners he caused.
I swear he noticed them too, the odd glance of his eyes or a smirk before walking out of the room. I know he saw for sure at least once when he was chatting to both of us, him absolutely starkers, Tom and I in our boxers as it was a swelteringly warm day (and we'd not taken them off yet!). He looked thicker down below than usual...y'know, like you do when you've been playing with yourself for ages but not getting off... and I couldn't stop imagining feeling that girth in my muzzle, or pushing beneath my tail. The boner was inevitable, but I thought I was sat in such a way that it wouldn't be obvious.
Oh how wrong I was. After the size of his wry grin before he wandered off into the kitchen, I was sure he'd noticed, and to my horror when I glanced down, I saw that my traitorous cock had managed to firm up right through the opening at the front of the boxers, meaning he'd had an unimpeded view of a fair few inches of my dick stood to attention. I swiftly readjusted myself before Tom had chance to notice, and tried to put it to the back of my mind.
A few weeks went by, and I'd all but forgotten about it, neither Tom nor his dad making any mention of my wardrobe faux pas. It was so warm that summer that many afternoons were spent totally in the buff, as they had an above-ground pool which was an absolute godsend in the heat. We didn't bother with swimsuits as their back yard wasn't overlooked at all, and it saved on having to towel off by sunbathing briefly before heading back inside. I made excuses though, when nude, if Tom's dad spent too long around us without pants on, that I needed the bathroom or for us to hit the pool again. My brain wouldn't stop making me wonder what it would be like to have fun with the older hyena.
One day towards the start of the summer holidays, dad answered the phone at home. It was Tom's dad, apparently Tom had been ill for a few days - I'd not actually heard from him for a couple at least - and he was getting better but wanted some company, so Tom's dad asked if I'd mind bringing across a particular board game he knew we played when his son visited my place. As the weather was good, I threw on a pair of shorts (like I wore anything at home!), stuffed the game box in a backpack and hopped on my bike, cycling over to Tom's place, only a ten minute or so ride by bike. I rode up the driveway at the side of the house, leaving the cycle leaning up against the back porch at the rear, and as was customary by now, let myself in the back door, which lead straight into the kitchen.
That's where I found Tom's dad, drinking a mug of coffee, stark naked as he leaned back against the counter with an expectant grin on his face as he looked me up and down. Despite my shorts, I suddenly felt rather naked indeed. "er....I brought the game over for Tom...." I said as I slipped the rucksack off my shoulders, putting the bag up onto the island in the centre of the room and starting to unzip it. He shook his head and chuckled.
"Tom's not here, he's at his mom's place for a fortnight." his bass voice almost purred. That was the other thing that got me about the older hyena, his voice was sublime.
"But.... dad said that you said he was..." I started, until a brief wave of his large hands made me trail off.
"I said that to get you over here..." he started, my ears turning pink beneath their black fur and white spot as I slowly realised what was going on. "...Yeah...I've noticed you staring when you didn't think I could see... checking me out" he laughed, the sound making me shiver in a good way "...and I've seen how hard you get when I'm not wearing pants. Heck, you're doing it now and you don't even realise."
I looked down to where he gestured, my shorts indeed tenting out infront of me at the sight of the burly, naked male, a small voice in the back of my head saying that this was wrong...but being shouted down by an even louder one urging me on. I tried to answer, but all that came out was a stammered mess.
"Look, kid..." he said, holding a hand up to stop me "....the way I see it, y'got two options. Option one, you leave the game here for a day or two, go home and tell yer pops that Tom was sick again so you left him the game to play with me. And I know you ain't gonna tell him about this because I know you got the hots for me, and doing so would mean you'd never see this...." he gestured to hiimself from chest to toes "...again. Which leaves you with Option two." He stopped, looking at me expectantly.
"W...what's option two?" I asked, watching his grin grow.
"Option two - You let yourself get your paws on what you've wanted for weeks." His grin widened as he moved a hand to wave vaguely around waist height on himself.
He didn't have to say any more as my shorts hit the kitchen floor, almost immediately followed by my knees by his paws.
Option Two was goooooooooooooooooooooood
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