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You listening?\"\n\n\nOh, whoops, I tuned him out, \"Hm? Sorry. What'd you say?\"\n\n\n\"I said: you gonna ask Bunko out while we're here?\"\n\n\n\"Huh?\" My jaw drops and I feel blood rush to my face.\n\n\n\"Don't tell me you haven’t noticed the way he looks at you. Gets all hot and bothered when you’re around. I noticed months ago. He must’ve been real happy when you sat on him on the bus.\" He smirks mischievously.\n\n\nI press my thumb and index finger between my eyebrows with my eyes closed and exhale, \"Jeremy, no.\"\n\n\n\"Hey, if you ever need the room to yourself, just ask.\"\n\n\n\"Jeremy! No!\"\n\n\nHe smirks. I know this isn't the last time I'm gonna hear this. I roll my eyes at him.\n\n\n—\n\n\nThis is the worst thing that could have happened. I look at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, specifically at my groin. 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It seems fine at first glance, but then I notice much of it is some sort of mesh that one can see through. It’s even on the sides of the front, which would make my genitals visible. Even worse it splits down the middle of the front a good distance. What resembles shoelaces holds it closed. Absolutely not.\n\n\nI glance at Bunko, he’s holding one up. It’s a normal speedo.\n\n\nFrustrated, I look back at the arcanine, “Are you sure this is all you have in my size?”\n\n\n“I can bring some that are close to those if you want.”\n\n\n“Yeah, do that. Thank you.”\n\n\nThe arcanine heads into the back room again. I look back at Bunko, he is looking at the “speedo” I have yet to put up yet before looking up at me. His face is red. I imagine mine is a similar color right now, though it’s mostly covered by fur. This is one of the few times we have made eye contact. For once, he doesn’t look flustered or nervous. Because of that, I can’t read his expression.\n\n\nWe hear yelling from the back, “Oh, yeah! Slowpoke dude. Just take the speedo and go, leave the bags.”\n\n\nWe break eye contact. Bunko shoves his hands, one holding the speedo, into his front hoodie pocket before scurrying down the hall.\n\n\n        —\n\n\nThe arcanine showed me many different “swimwear.” None of them being less revealing than my first three choices. Some were even more revealing: they didn’t cover the butt or even the hips, they were like a bag that you slid over your genitals and tied at the top. Eventually, I just settled on the second option, the other two revealed at least the front or back too much. I can deal with my sides being more visible than I’d like.\n\n\nI check my watch again. It’s 8:04. I’m late. I text Shigeo that they can go ahead and order at the café. I tell her to just get me a black coffee and anything she thought I would like to eat. I’m pretty close with Shigeo, so she would know what I want the best.\n\n\nI put the swimsuit on in my bathroom. Checking myself out in the mirror, I have to say I look very enticing. Unfortunately, that’s not my goal for this trip. I put my clothes back on over the swimsuit. How am I going to get through this trip without anyone seeing my crotch?\n\n\nI check my watch again as I head to the café, following a series of signs throughout the resort. 8:19. It’s embarrassing being late to my own plans. Luckily when I meet up with the others, some of them are still sipping on their drinks, Shigeo and Jeremy are still picking at their food, though there’s not much left.\n\n\n“Look who finally decided to show up!” Of course it was Jeremy who was the first to say something.\n\n\n“Sorry, I just had to deal with something.”\n\n\n“Hmm? Like what?”\n\n\nJeremy has a glint in his eyes, the typical indicator that something has caught his interest.\n\n\n“Something.” I sit in the seat left for me, Shigeo patting it to tell me where my seat is. On the table in front of the seat, black coffee sits next to a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. I have such plain tastes, don’t I? The coffee is room temperature now, same for the rest of the meal. I eat as quickly as I can without looking like a slob. I notice Ana is missing. Shigeo tells me she got tired of waiting for me and went out with a group of other mon that she made friends with here in the café. I feel a bit bitter about her leaving—we’re supposed to be socializing with each other! I shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal of it and upsetting Ana. This trip is also supposed to be fun and that is my priority.  \n\n\nThe table continues conversing. Carlos and Bunko stay quiet throughout, both of them on their phones. Jeremy said they, or more accurately he tried to get them off but it was only a couple minutes until they were tapping away again. I don’t really care, making them put their phones away will not make them talk, it will just make them uncomfortable. I’d rather they talk to me when they feel like it.\n\n\nI manage to finish eating at the same time as Shigeo and Jeremy. Jeremy teases me for my big mouth, saying it was the reason I finished so quickly. I roll my eyes before we all find Ana, then head to the Lake Services desk to get supplies: towels, folding chairs, umbrellas, sunscreen, and a cooler. The arcanine winks at Bunko and I, making both of us flush as we get our supplies. We fill up the cooler with drinks, snacks, and ice to keep it cool before heading out.\n\n\nThe beach is a short walk from the resort. Following a map the resort hands out, I lead us down a dirt path. Tall grass, palm trees, and bushes surround us as we enter a small forest.\n\n\n“I’ll have another look around their site in case there’s something I missed. Shouldn’t be, I was thorough,” I say. During our conversation on the walk, the topic of the sexual nature of the swimsuits came up. Seems it was the whole team that was given few choices.\n\n\n“Surprised you saw nothing, sir. This kinda stuff was everywhere on their site,” Ana says from behind me.\n\n\n“Hmm? That’s not what I remember. I checked again last night.”\n\n\nBefore the conversation can continue, the plants clear out and the dirt below our feet turns to sand. The ocean is straight ahead of us.\n\n\n“Wow! The water is so much more beautiful in person!” I stare out at the crystal clear water. The photos on the site were beautiful, but it’s way better to experience it for real.\n\n\nI look to everyone else. They’re not looking at the water.\n\n\n“Wow…” Carlos mutters under his breath from behind me. Following his gaze I see what he’s looking at: a mudsdale jogging past us. Their swimwear is not leaving much to the imagination. It bulges out at their crotch, the material hugging tightly to their skin, the swimwear has two long holes on the side, showing much of the side of their hip.\n\n\nWow is a thought that also comes to my mind, their swimsuit, large bulge, and rippling muscles leaving me aroused.\n\n\nI quickly snap out of it, this is not the time. I’m going to be in tight, revealing swimwear soon—I don’t need a boner. I try to focus on finding a place to set up, willing my half-chub away. Looking around, I first see around 10 to 20 other mon here, all in a variety of different swimsuits that are all revealing. I focus my attention on a clearing where no other people are staying. It’s not too far from the water or too close to the shrubbery behind us, but most importantly, it’s away from everyone else. Unlike a normal beach, I wouldn’t be surprised if mon wanted to be near each other here.\n\n\n“This way.”\n\n\nI pull on the cooler, snapping everyone out of their horny trances and leading them to the spot. I set the cooler down, Jeremy following my lead.\n\n\n“Aww, all the way over here?”\n\n\n“Keep it in your pants, Jerm, we’re not here to sleep around,” Shigeo scolds.\n\n\nJeremy glares at Shigeo. He hates being called that.\n\n\nIn a moment his smile returns, “Are you sure? The higher ups had to have known how scandalous this place is. Did you see the swimsuit options?”\n\n\nI press my thumb and index finger between my eyebrows, closing my eyes and sighing, ”I need to check the site again when we get back.”\n\n\nAna sets a chair up before joining the conversation, “I mean, their site did say they allowed for ‘a release from social norms’ and ‘sexual freedom’”\n\n\nI stare at Ana wide eyed, “What?”\n\n\n“You didn’t see that? I thought you all did.”\n\n\nJeremy smiles slyly as he looks over his shoulder at the variety of mon behind him, “I didn’t check the site. Thought it’d be boring, but it has definitely caught my interest now.” \n\n\nShigeo shrugs, “I didn’t bother. You said you’d plan everything out so I left it to you, Tadeo. ‘Sides, I don’t have internet at my place and I’m too busy to look it up at work.” \n\n\nShe starts to undress. So does Jeremy and Ana before they head into the water.\n\n\n“Damn, had I known this was a sex resort…” I rub the bridge of my nose.\n\n\n“Sex resort? Most refer to it as simply an adult resort. However, that description is what it truly means,” It’s Carlos, he’s holding an umbrella with an umbrella stand in one hand and a small foldable table in the other. Bunko is just behind him holding the towels and a couple folding chairs, “And yes, of course I knew, it was heavily advertised throughout their website. How have you planned this trip without knowing?”\n\n\nCarlos sets the umbrella up, the table in front of it. The umbrella provides me a much needed respite from the sun—I hadn’t realized I was panting\n\n\n“‘Bout to find out”\n\n\n“Very well, I am going swimming. Goodbye,” Carlos undresses and I grow jealous of his species having a slit—leaving no bulge for him to worry about.\n\n\nI pull out my flip-phone and dial one of my bosses’ numbers. The receptionist picks up and takes a moment to redirect me. Looking back to the water: Jeremy is floating on his back, Ana dives down somewhere below the surface with Carlos, and Shigeo sits in the shallows, pushing the waters back and forth with her hands. She’s likely to keep a distance from us in the water—the electricity coming from her body isn’t harmful but it gives an unpleasant buzzing feeling to anyone that gets too close in the water. \n\n\nFinally, I reach my boss, “Ma’am, we have a slight issue.”\n\n\n“Oh? -And what would that be?” The older ninetales’ voice is as cold and intimidating as I remember.\n\n\n“This resort—it seems to be some sort of… sex… thing.”\n\n\n“Yes, did you not see their website? I told you to look through it.”\n\n\n“Err… yeah… I looked around. I didn’t see anything like that.”\n\n\n“Hmm? You should have, it’s all over,” I hear the clicking of a mouse and some typing, “Ah, I see. My assistant sent you the wrong link. That’s the link to their family location. I’ll have a talk with my assistant. I’ll go ahead and email you the correct link now. Thank you for bringing this to my attention,” I hear a click and the call ends before I can ask about the family location.\n\n\nI am momentarily furious at her assistant. That little suckup. From what I know of their relationship, the assistant isn’t getting talked to in the professional sense right now. I calm myself down, I can’t get mad at somebody for making a small mistake. I really need to check that email once I’m back with my laptop.\n\n\nI look over at the others again. They seem to be having fun. Someone is talking with Jeremy, Shigeo is now deeper in. I see Ana further down the beach, swimming with another group. Carlos seems to have been forced into the same group as Ana, likely her doing.\n\n\nBunko has finished laying out the chairs and towels. He is sitting in one of the chairs, playing on his phone again. He itches his head under his white bucket hat.\n\n\n“You knew this too?”\n\n\nHe looks at me momentarily before nodding awkwardly and focusing back on his phone. I sit next to Bunko in another chair, watching the others swim around and socialize. I grow anxious at the thought of joining them. \n\n\nI look over at Bunko tapping away on his phone, “Do you wanna swim?”\n\n\nHe glances at me, shrinking in embarrassment, before his eyes return to his phone. He shrugs after a moment. \n\n\n“I wanna swim but… you understand,” I say.\n\n\nHe glances at my groin briefly before shrinking into his phone more, “Yeah… uh… I have the um… same problem.”\n\n\nHis face is red and his phone is so close to his face there’s no way that he can see what’s on the screen.\n\n\n“How ‘bout this, since we both want to swim and have the same issue, let’s go in together.”\n\n\nHe maintains his shrunken position silently for a few moments as he seems to think.\n\n\n“Sure.”\n\n\n“Alright, C’mon.”\n\n\nI stand and Bunko follows suit. I kick off my sandals and unbutton my shirt, setting it on the chair I was sitting on. I look over at Bunko, he’s just holding his hat and staring at me.\n\n\n“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”\n\n\n“N-no. I wanna go. Just…”\n\n\n“I can undress first and block people’s view of you as you undress, if that’s what you’d prefer.”\n\n\nBunko still seems nervous, but nods weakly.\n\n\n“Alright.” I pull my jeans down, setting them with my shirt. My bulge is released from its denim prison, flopping down heavily. It is very noticeable how big it is with this swimsuit. I look back up to see Bunko staring at my crotch, his face burning red. I feel a sudden burst of embarrassment… and strangely arousal. I brush those emotions to the side, trying to keep Bunko comfortable and my penis flaccid.\n\n\nI turn around, “Alright, your turn. Nobody should see you well with me standing here.”\n\n\nBunko doesn’t respond. I just hear the shuffling of clothes.\n\n\n“I-I’m undressed,” his voice is so faint I barely hear him.Turning around, I see Bunko’s junk bulging through his yellow and green speedo. It’s a bigger bulge than mine.  I notice I can’t really see the shape of his penis through it… I realize what I’m doing and avert my gaze to his still bright red face. He’s staring at my groin in turn. I don’t call it out, not wanting to embarrass him further.\n\n\n“Let’s hurry up. Don’t want anybody to notice, right?”\n\n\nBunko nods and we walk together into the water, Bunko hiding behind me from the other mon. The water is comfortably warm and I’m relieved to be finally in the water. I notice others are looking over at us, especially Jeremy. Shit. \n\n\nA lithe rattata approaches us.\n\n\n“Well, hello you two! How ya doin’?” The rattata looks between Bunko and my crotches, a smile spread across his face. Looking through the crystal clear water I can see he’s hard through his resort provided swimwear.\n\n\nI instinctively cover up a bit with my hands, “Err… just swimming.”\n\n\nThe rattata meets my eyes with a lustful gaze and licks his lips, “Well… ‘can tell you two’re plenty new ta all’a this. Name’s Isaac. I tend ta be here, the bar, or the dungeon. Feel free ta ask around for me when y’all’re more comfortable,” he winks.\n\n\nThe dungeon?\n\n\nThe rattata leaves, purposefully shaking his butt seductively as he walks in the shadow as he goes. I feel my dick throb against the swimsuit but I quickly turn away.\n\n\n“L-let’s go swim over here, Bunko!”\n\n\n“I’m uhh… I think I’m done.” \n\n\nI turn back around to see Bunko start towards our spot on the beach but I grab him by the arm.\n\n\n“Hey, don’t let all this stop you from having fun. We’ll swim out of the way of the others. If someone bothers us, I’ll deal with them okay? I’ll stay with you so you don’t have to worry.”\n\n\nHe seems to contemplate something and I let go of him. I don’t want to force him to swim if he’s too embarrassed but at the same time I don’t want the sexual nature of this place to ruin the trip for him.\n\n\n“Okay.”\n\n\n“Only if you want to, don’t force yourself just ‘cause I tell you to.”\n\n\n“No, I wanna. I’m just weird.”\n\n\n“You’re not weird, I’m just as embarrassed as you are. C’mon, swim over here with me.”\n\n\nI swim into the ocean, away from other beach goers but still close enough to the shore so I can swim back when I get tired of treading water. Bunko catches up to me slowly, he’s just as slow swimming as he is walking, not that I mind. I spread out, laying on my back with my limbs splayed out and float in the water, finally beginning to relax. I’ve been tense since I first discovered the swimsuits this morning, actually, I’ve been tense since before this trip started; having to plan everything out, find people to replace us, keep everybody in order and worrying how well this will even go with how much everybodies’ personalities clash. Just for now, I let it all wash away in these beautiful waters. I focus on the way the sun warms me and the water cools me down. I decide I’m going to get a massage after this. You can get one at the family resort so you must be able to here also. I’ll let everyone have some free time, Jeremy might need it with how well he’s hitting it off with those other mon. I feel as if I will melt into the sea; I let the water cover my ears and splash up onto my face.\n\n\nI wait a couple minutes before I return to treading. I look over at Bunk, he’s shooting water out of his cupped palms and his face is red yet again, “Are you okay?”\n\n\nHe’s startled by my voice, he must have been deep in thought, “Oh… uh yeah. Of course.”\n\n\n“Your face is red, you might be getting sunburned,” I know he’s been red from embarrassment for the last while, but there’s no reason to be embarrassed here. I know mon without fur have to be more careful being in the sun, something I hadn’t really thought about with my dark, thick fur.\n\n\n“N-no… I’m… beach. Y-you look fine,” Shock spreads across his face. I raise an eyebrow, “I-I mean no you don’t, err… well… sorry, no. You look great… well… I mean. Sorry,” \n\n\nI think back to yesterday—what Jeremy said. He really does find me attractive doesn’t he? Me, a 54 year old man is attractive to a young man like him. I feel flattered, especially since I don’t feel very attractive, but I also feel a bit ashamed for thinking I could reciprocate those feelings. I also find him attractive—he’s cute and his body is round and soft, but no. I’m too old for him, he deserves better than me.\n\n\nI try to come up with some way to calm him down without embarrassing him more, “Well, thank you… You look great yourself,” I regret saying that. Now he’ll be thinking I’m into him too. Which is correct but that’s not what I want him to think.\n\n\nHe stops stuttering and mumbling, staring at me, shocked. I begin to feel embarrassed myself. I need to distract him, “Hey, uh…” I look around for anything to use. I spot a large collection of water-smoothed boulders further down the beach away from where everyone else is swimming. Water shoots into the air from somewhere in the rocks. I can’t see exactly where from, “Look at that!”\n\n\nI swim over and pull myself onto the sandy beach. Another plume of water shoots into the air in the distance In front of me, just before the rocks is some wooden fence blocking off the boulder with a sign in front of it.\n\n\nPrivacy Spot #8\nLelula Geyser\nUse the walkway to the left\n\n\nThere’s an arrow under the text pointing to my left. Following its direction, I find a wooden walkway heading into the forest. Another smaller sign is next to the walkway’s entrance.\n\n\nPrivacy Spot #8\nLelula Geyser Ahead\nPlease stay on the wooden walkway.\n\n\nBunko finally makes landfall and walks up next to me, “Privacy spot. Dunno exactly what that means but it sounds like we can get away from everyone for a bit. No mon to bother us. Bunko nods, seeming to agree with me. I follow the walkway through the forest. It immediately curves towards where I saw the spouts of water. It’s not long before we come across a sign:\n\n\nPrivacy Spot #8\nLelula Geyser\n\n\nThe forest reveals a clearing. Deeper in the forest to our left is a large, elongated, wooden pavilion curving around the left-half of the clearing. It contains many chairs, lounge chairs, and small tables. In the center of the clearing is an empty bonfire pit and to our right the forest opens up to a rocky beach. Wooden fence blocks it off with signs saying to keep away from the geyser.\n\n\nWhat catches my attention far more than the environment, however, are the mon. Nobody is clothed, swimsuits are strewn about carelessly. A majority of the mon are fucking. Shamelessly. In the open for everyone to see. Some have more than one partner, I notice a particularly large group in the far end of the pavilion. It’s hard to tell exactly how many of them there are with them writhing around in a mass of bodies. A couple groups aren’t having sex, but they are still naked. They sip on some drinks and eat some snacks. It’s then I notice one of them approaching us.\n\n\n“Well lookie here!” An aggron towers over us. I have to crane my neck up to look at his face, trying to avoid his crotch. He’s a good five feet taller than me, typical of his species, leaving his genitals near head height for me and Bunko. I look at Bunko, who is staring straight at his crotch, slack-jawed. I refuse to make eye contact with it, though judging by his reaction it must be very big.\n\n\n“You two cuties mind me joining in? I still got a few rounds left in me.” My eyes involuntarily follow his hand as he moves it. He grabs his half-flaccid penis and bounces it in his palm. Now I can see everything: he’s large, even for his species, but more noticeable is a wet sheen covering the front part of it. It drips leftover cum as he bounces it. It would seem he just recently finished. I can feel my swimwear tighten.\n\n\nCompletely taken aback and flustered, it takes me a moment to regain my bearings. Once I do, I’m a stuttering mess.\n\n\n“Err… uhh… We um… n-no thank you. W-we were just leaving! Actually…”\n\n\nThe aggron smirks knowingly before laughing, “Aha! I see! Didn’t pin you for the modest type with your getup and all. Well you two newbies have fun. Names Chuck, by the way. If you see me again, my offer’s always open,” He puts on a sultry voice as he leans down to us at the end of the last sentence. He pauses a moment before chuckling and heading back to the pavilion.\n\n\nMy getup? Everybody has to have a getup like mine. I look down to my swimsuit. My heart jumps into my throat then drops to my stomach. It’s see-through. I can see my entire penis and balls through my swimsuit, only being slightly discolored by the originally black material. I quickly turn and speed walk down the walkway. Once I reach the sand I stop and turn on my heel, Bunko is jogging to catch up to me. I cover myself, now knowing I had been revealing myself to Bunko and others for who knows how long.\n\n\n“Why didn’t you tell me?” I raise my voice involuntarily.\n\n\n“I-I-I-I,” Bunko looks at the ground, shuffling awkwardly.\n\n\nI quickly realize my mistake. I shouldn’t be yelling at Bunko of all people. I press my thumb and index finger to my forehead but stop myself, remembering my state of dress, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled—but you could have told me.”\n\n\nBunko looks guilty, “Sorry. I… tried… but I didn’t get a chance.”\n\n\nI huff, knowing who I should be upset with now—which is not Bunko.\n\n\n“I’m going to the Ocean and Lake Services counter and switching out. Tell the others only if they ask. Only tell them where I am, not why.”\n\n\nI almost start walking down the beach, then I think swimming would cover myself up more. The clear and, frankly, beautiful water doesn’t do much to cover it, but it’s better than walking around with it out for everyone to see. I swim back to our spot, quickly rushing up onto the beach and wrapping one of the unused towels around my waist. Ocean and Lake Services takes only a couple minutes to reach. Luckily the arcanine who gave me the swimsuit is still there.\n\n\n“Hey, you gave me a see-through swimsuit!” I don’t raise my voice, not wanting to sound like a male Karen. It's not really even his fault—he only had a few and I chose this one, but the irritation was still projected through my voice despite my efforts.\n\n\n“Hmm? Yeah. It said it on the packaging. Thought you saw,” I raise an eyebrow. He notices my confusion and reaches under the counter. After a short moment he pulls out a paper bag. I recognize it as the same one I got this swimsuit from. On the top left in big lettering is the waist-size and cup-size, but on the bottom left is something I had not noticed before. I must have been too distracted with the ridiculous options. There are smaller letterings with more minute details about it: materials, washing instructions, and finally—with an asterisk next to it—is a warning about the material becoming see-through when exposed to water.\n\n\nI huff, knowing this is entirely my fault for not reading that, but that leaves me with a tough decision now, “Do you wanna exchange that one for one of the other ones?”\n\n\nI nod. The arcanine holds out a hand, “‘Kay, hand over the old one.”\n\n\nI want to be shocked but with everything that’s happened here. I no longer am. I comply, slipping the swimsuit off while keeping the towel around my waist and hand it to them. Instead of doing like I did—letting the swimsuit hang off my fingers by the side—they just grab it in the middle, touching where my genitals and butt had been.\n\n\n“Be right back!”\n\n\nThey pick up the paper bag before heading into the back. I feel awkward only being covered by a towel in a public space as I wait.\n\n\nIt takes less than a minute for them to emerge from the doorway again. They put down two paper bags in front of me: my only two options. A thong or a mesh-shoelace abomination. I can’t decide what I feel more comfortable in, one completely reveals my butt while completely covering my junk, while the other covers both, but has mesh revealing parts of it. I contemplate for a moment before deciding on the one with mesh. It may reveal parts of my genitals but it’s not too extreme. I can deal with a little bit of airflow, but not the whole butt kind. I make sure to check the text on the bottom right; it doesn’t seem to have anything strange going on with it. \n\n\n“Do you know how to tie the top part?” Right, the top of it is split down the middle with some sort of shoelace-like material holding it together. I immediately wanted to say I knew, even though I don't, but then the concept of it coming undone flashes into my mind. I briefly consider switching to the thong but I would still prefer this over my whole butt being visible to the world.\n\n\n“No.”\n\n\n“Lemme show you. Go ahead and put it on,” I take the swimsuit from the paper bag and slip it on under my towel. After I remove the towel I have to adjust myself slightly before being satisfied. The arcanine was already around the counter, watching me push around my genitals with a smile on his face. This is how this place is, I guess I will just have to get used to it. They reach down and undo the knot. The top part of my penis sticks through the newly created hole slightly, the swimsuit no longer pressing it against my balls. I huff, I will just have to deal with this. This is just how things work here.\n\n\n“So you seem like you don’t wanna show, so you gotta pull it tight,” They start at the bottom, pulling each string tight as they head closer and closer to the base of my penis like a shoe. It sure is tight like this, this might’ve been designed to show a bit more than I want to show. I get a depraved excitement at the idea of maybe indulging in that fantasy, but I wipe it from my brain and try to pay attention. \n\n\n“Then you pull it tight at the top and wrap it up in two loops like a shoe. Actually, this is just like a shoe.”\n\n\nThey could have told me that and I would have done it myself. I can see they’re hard under their speedo. This must have just been a scheme to get up close and personal with me. At this point I don’t care. I thank him and wrap the towel around my waist before heading back to our beach spot.\n\n\nWhen I get back, I find Shigeo and Bunko each lounging on some beach towels in the sun. Bunko is lying on his belly—likely to hide his bulge in a casual manner. He’s lucky his tail is so thick—it covers whatever back-bulge is under it.\n\n\n“Hey, Boss,” Shigeo addresses me as I approach. She is wearing sunglasses so I can’t tell if she’s looking at me or not. Knowing her she just recognized my footsteps.\n\n\n“Hi. Having a good time?”\n\n\n“For sure. Sorry you guys aren’t.”\n\n\nI see Bunko open a previously closed eye to look back at us.\n\n\nI feel a bit embarrassed at being called out, “No, I’m having a good time. Just caught off guard.”\n\n\n“No need to lie, dude. Doesn’t matter anyway. I’m sure you’ll get used to it by the end of the trip.”\n\n\n“Are you used to it?”\n\n\nShe just smirks at me, “I have my hobbies after work.”\n\n\nMy face flushes, “O-oh.”\n\n\n“It’s not as dirty as you’re imagining- and don’t imagine me like that, you creepy old man!”\n\n\n“W-what!? I wasn’t-”\n\n\nShe cuts me off with a laugh, “Look, I know it isn’t easy—typical society and all—but you gotta let loose a little. Especially here. If you get caught up in something ‘adult,’ play along with it. You’ll have a much better time. Nobody here’s gonna judge.”\n\n\nI sigh as I sink into one of the chairs. She’s so Arceus-damned right.\n\n\n“I’ll try.”\n\n\n“Good enough,” she puts her sunglasses back on and pulls out a book. I have no idea where she got it from, “Why don’t you head to the sauna, Boss. You too Bunko.”\n\n\nBunko jumps to a kneeling position, “Huh? Why me?”\n\n\nThat’s the most energetic I’ve heard his voice.\n\n\n“Cause you’re also a prude. Go.”\n\n\nShe nods her head in the direction of where I assume the sauna is. Bunko and I exchange glances, both of us concerned by the implications of the sauna. I swallow my dignity and stand, dropping my towel and setting it on the chair.\n\n\nBunko’s now sitting cross-legged on his beach towel, eyes wide and face red as he stares at my crotch. \n\n\n“C’mon, Bunko.”\n\n\nBunko gulps audibly as he stands, he now stares at the ground, unable to look at anyone as he holds a towel in front of his bulge. I step up to him and take his towel gently. It slides out of his hands easily and I set it on my towel. In Bunko’s downward view now are both of our bulges—inches apart from each other. Neither of us say anything as we process what we’re doing.\n\n\nLooking over to Shigeo, she flips a page. I can’t see her eyes but I know she saw this.\n\n\nI turn around, “Let’s go.”\n\n\nI speed-walk away and follow the signs to the sauna. I hope Bunko is following me, the awkwardness of that encounter prevents me from looking back. \n\n\nUpon reaching the sauna, I pause in front of it. Behind me, the flopping of flip flops and heavy breathing grows louder before reaching a peak next to me. Bunko has his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.\n\n\n“Sorry,” I pat the slowpoke’s back.\n\n\nHe stiffens at my touch before carrying on with his heaving. A few moments pass before he finally says something.\n\n\n“S’fine. L-let’s just get this over with, yeah?” He still can’t meet my eyes, opting to stare at the ground instead as per usual.\n\n\nI want to give him an out. Saying ‘let’s get this over with’ is clear evidence that the sauna is not a fun idea for him, but he enters the sauna before I can say anything.\n\n\nI follow him. I have to wonder where this newfound bravery is coming from. Inside, I find him staring up at a sign on the wall. Walking up next to him, he has that embarrassed look on his face again. I read the sign.\n\n\nNude Only in the Sauna \n\n\nThe text is accompanied by simple artwork of male and female genitalia in the style one would expect on a sign. Under that sign is another sign.\n\n\nMake a Mess!\nResort Employees are Happy to Clean Any Messes Made in the Sauna\n\n\nTo the right of us, a chubby slaking watches us lazily. Despite the desk covering it, the motion of his arms tells me he is masturbating. \n\n\nI swallow my dignity. Fuck it, let’s do this. I drop my swimsuit, now naked. Bunko stares at me, his eyes even wider. The slaking’s pace quickens. I look around for where to put my swimsuit. There’s some lockers but it’s stated on a sign those are for personal belongings, not clothing. There’s some shelves next to the lockers. There’s no numbering or separation and a sign above says to leave and use clothes and swimsuits as you please. I set my swimsuit on the shelf.\n\n\nBunko is watching me, he still has his swimsuit on. I walk up to him.\n\n\n“Look, Bunko. It’s like Shigeo said. If we’re going to have any fun while we’re here, we have to go along with it.”\n\n\nAfter a deep breath, Bunko nods. His legs are shaking. \n\n\n“Here,” I place my hands over his and pull down. Like ripping off a band-aid.\n\n\nHis massive balls flop as they’re freed from their enclosure. I cannot help but to stare a bit. It’s impressive.\n\n\nI quickly avert my gaze, though, and help him slip his swimsuit the rest of the way off and set it next to mine on the shelf, “Let’s get going.”\n\n\nWe pass by the employee’s counter as we enter the sauna, Bunko covers himself the best he can. The slaking’s hand is rapid as he jerks off to us unashamedly. I catch a glimpse of his computer screen before he’s too far away. It shows several sauna rooms from above—security cameras. Of course.\n\n\n—\n\n\nBunko and I sit across from each other. Hot, humid air seeps through my fur and onto my skin. I feel all my muscles slowly relax as the tension seeps out of me. I close my eyes as I rest my head back. Shigeo was right. Even though I feel a hint of embarrassment at being naked in front of Bunko—purposefully ignoring that and enjoying the sauna without care feels good. I feel great, actually.\n\n\nI peek at Bunko with one eye. He’s obviously still tense, his legs are tight together—which can’t be comfortable for someone his size—as he faces his head away from me but his eyes keep darting between my junk and away. It’s like he wants to look but feels he shouldn’t.\n\n\n“Bunko, relax.”\n\n\nHe stiffens, “I-I’m relaxed.”\n\n\n“You’re not. Sit like I am, focus on the feeling of the sauna or whatever. Distract yourself from what’s stressing you out. It does wonders.”\n\n\nI basically melt into the seat.\n\n\n“Um… y-you got comfortable real quick, y-you know.”\n\n\nI peek open an eye to look at him again, “Yeah, I guess I did…” I lean forward, giving Bunko my full attention, “...but I already said it’s like Shigeo said: The more we try to resist this place, the worse a time we’re going to have. I have to tell you from first hand experience, just going with it is worth it.”\n\n\nI sink backward again, relaxing into the seat. I keep looking at Bunko, who’s still in the same tense position.\n\n\nI sigh and lean forward, switching to a more calm and reassuring voice, one I used to use with my nieces and nephews when they were upset, “Just close your eyes and take deep breaths. Focus on my voice and do what I say, okay bud?”\n\n\nHe nods weakly as he closes his eyes. He slowly untenses as I guide him through his breathing. Slowly he leans back to my command and spreads his legs. Once he seems successfully relaxed, I lean back and relax myself. It’s not long until I hear snoring. I smile at managing to make him relax that much.\n\n\n—\n\n\nIt’s been a good while since I managed to calm Bunko down. Luckily, nobody else has entered our sauna. Every once in a while I open my eyes to watch him. He sleeps soundly and I can’t help but to admire how peaceful he looks. It’s a stark contrast to the ball of nerves I have always known him as. I can’t stop my eyes from wandering, they run over his body and face. He looks so soft, so… cute. My eyes continue to wander until they rest on his balls. They’re ginormous and I feel an urge to touch them, fondle them. I want to lick them. I want to press my face into his soft belly and use him as a pillow.\n\n\nWhat am I thinking? I cannot be thinking that about him. Especially when I’m his boss. My attention shifts to my dick—my throbbing fully erect penis. All twelve inches point into the air as it throbs and a shot of pre shoots out and lands on the floor in front of me.\n\n\nI look back to Bunko and both guilt and arousal fills me. I give my dick a long stroke as I look at him and I gasp at the pleasure running through me. How long has it been since I last came? I cannot even remember. There was just so much work to do.\n\n\nI pump my dick again as I lean back. I suck air through my teeth as my eyes wander over Bunko. I feel like a creep but my lust quickly overpowers that feeling. I pump away as I imagine what it would feel like to touch him, to have sex with him. I fantasize about fucking him here, in my room, his room, the beach, even the geyser. I desperately want to do more than masturbate in front of him while he sleeps but I feel this is all I can do. Even if he wanted to, it would be wrong to indulge in this fantasy.\n\n\nI resort to just masturbating as I observe him, fantasizing. Pre flows from my tip like a fountain and allows my dick to slide easier along my length with the make-shift lube. My breath grows ragged and my eyes lull as I approach climax.\n\n\nBunko shifts, I pause. He shifts some more, not a typical shift one would have in their sleep. SHIT! I look down to my massive hardon. I quickly cross my legs, hopefully enough to hide it.\n\n\nBunko rubs his eyes and stretches. He looks around and takes a moment to realize where he is.\n\n\n“Tadeo?”\n\n\nI jump, “Hmm? Yup, yeah? W-what’s up?”\n\n\nBunko looks at me, confused. His eyes drift down, then go wide. He’s not looking at my crotch, but under one of my legs. He’s looking at my dick. Hiding this thing is a nightmare.\n\n\n“W-well, we’ve been here long enough. Let’s get going! W-why don’t you go first, I’ll be right with you!”\n\n\nI smile awkwardly as I wait but the slowpoke stays where he is. His face contorts from embarrassed surprise to a strange serious expression I’ve never seen him wear before. He stands and walks up to me, he holds my gaze his whole approach—yet another thing I’d yet to see him do before this. My smile fades as he rests a hand on the bottom of chin and kisses me before I can react.\n\n\nHis thick tongue pushes its way inside my mouth—I let it. I close my eyes as I twist my head and push my own tongue into his mouth. His is a lot thicker than mine, but shorter. I’m not sure how long we make out. I feel like a teenager again—kissing my highschool crush. A warmth runs over my body, I don’t want it to end. I run a hand along the back of his head, but as I do he pulls back.\n\n\nBoth of our expressions are full of surprise and we’re breathing heavily. I open my mouth to say something but Bunko turns and runs out of the sauna.\n\n\n“B-bunko!”\n\n\nI get up and follow him as best as my aged body can muster. Screw whether it is wrong or right, this resort obviously doesn't care about something like that. At least for this trip, it can happen. At the sauna entrance I don’t see him anywhere. I find where we put our swimsuits but Bunko’s is gone. Looking at mine I can see a thick white liquid coating it. I look back to the slaking employee eying me lazily with a dumb smile on his face. Fuck it. I slip it on with a squelch before jogging out the sauna. I head back to our beach spot.\n\n\nBunko is not there, however Shigeo, Ana, and Carlos are.\n\n\nShigeo notices me first, “Hey, Boss! What happened? Bunko just grabbed his stuff and left.”\n\n\n“Uhh- I’ll explain later. Where’d he go?”\n\n\n“Back where we came. Can’t say where exactly, though.”\n\n\n“Can I borrow your room key?”\n\n\nShigeo doesn’t bat an eye as she pulls a card out of her purse and hands it to me, “Go get him, Boss.”\n\n\nShe winks at me and I blush. I turn and speed walk to the resort. She’s way too good at reading people.\n\n\nI keep an eye out on my surroundings as I head to Bunko’s room. I don’t see him. The lock on his room door clicks as I press the card against it. I slip in and close the door behind me as quietly as I can.\n\n\nI hear sniffling come from the bathroom next to me.\n\n\nMy voice is gentle as I knock on the door, “Bunko?”\n\n\nThe sniffling stops. No response.\n\n\n“Hey, bud… Can I come in?” I’m met with silence, “I’m not upset with you. I… uh… liked it. Why’d you run away?”\n\n\nMore sniffles.\n\n\nI turn the handle of the bathroom to find it’s unlocked. Inside, Bunko is sitting on the floor of the bathtub with his head between his knees. He stiffens as the door opens so he knows I’ve entered. I close the door behind me and step into the bathtub in front of him. For a moment I’m unsure of what to do or say, but I settle on rubbing his shoulders. I want to hug him but I feel that may overwhelm him right now.\n\n\nI speak in a gentle voice, “It’s okay, Bunko. You didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t realize it until today, but… I like you back. Are you okay?”\n\n\nBunko shifts onto his knees and pulls me into a hug. I stiffen in surprise for a moment before I hug him back, pulling him close.\n\n\nI pet the back of his head as he holds me tightly.\n\n\nAfter a moment of him crying into my chest, he finally speaks. His voice is muffled by my chest, “I… I had a dream. In the sauna. We…” He pauses for a moment, seemingly to collect his thoughts, “... we kissed and then I woke up. I didn’t want the dream to end.”\n\n\nI pull him off of my chest and into another kiss. While holding the kiss, I push him to lay on his back and loom over him, our mouths never disconnecting. Only when I feel my hard dick press into his balls do I pull away. My cum-soaked swimsuit now draws my attention.\n\n\n“The slaking came on my swimsuit. I should clean up before we continue, yeah?”\n\n\nThe slowpoke looks hesitant, but shifts and it’s clear by his uncomfortable expression that his was cummed on too.\n\n\n“Clean you up too!” I chuckle.\n\n\nI stand and begin to undress, but I get a devious idea. I sway my hips a bit—making a show of it. Bunko stares in awe at me. I finally push the swimsuit down enough for my hard dick to spring free. Poor Bunko is sprayed with my pre-cum.\n\n\n“W-whoops! Didn’t know I was… uh… leaking.”\n\n\nI let out an awkward laugh. Bunko licks his lip, taking in a bit of the pre that landed there. My cock drips more just watching that. He finally stands up and imitates my show as he undresses. It’s rough and jerky, but I watch him with a gentle smile on my face regardless. I can’t help but rub my cock a bit as he goes. Once he’s done I kiss him again, briefly this time. He’s surprised at first but then his face contorts into a smile—one of elation and relief.\n\n\nWe both step out of the shower, tossing our swimsuits into a corner on the floor. I turn the light on and Bunko turns on the shower. We kiss some more as we wait for the water to heat up. My hands explore his body—every soft, pillowy inch of it and he does the same to me. I move from kissing his mouth to his neck after we step into the shower. I nip and lick it. He seems to enjoy the danger with my sharp teeth.\n\n\nI growl seductively when he starts playing with my nipples. I thrust my dick under his balls as my hands get revenge on his own nipples. He moans loudly, it seems he’s more sensitive there than I am. \n\n\nDespite not wanting to, I manage to pull myself away, panting heavily, “L-let’s not get too carried away just yet. Got some slaking cum to wash off first.”\n\n\nI push him back against the wall so the water spraying from the shower head above him reaches my crotch. My hand gropes and rubs his nipple as I clean my dick and hips. I turn around once I’m thoroughly clean in the front and shake my butt at Bunko.\n\n\n“Clean the back for me?”\n\n\nBunko’s hands reach my butt in an instant. He gropes me as I lean forward, pressing both of my hands against the wall in front of me to give him easier access. His hands leave only my hole untouched as they explore my backend. He cleans me off very quickly, but I decide to give him more time with it. Moans escape my lips—even if he’s not touching my hole, it does feel good to be touched like this.\n\n\nAfter I give him his time, I turn the both of us around. Reaching around him, I lift his belly so the shower water can reach his crotch. With my other hand I rub, trying to clean him off without the ability to see what I’m doing. Bunko gasps and convulses, clearly sensitive to my touch. I rub him until the familiar feeling of slick cum is gone before moving to his ass and hips. I turn him to face me so his backend is hit by the water. His head rests on my shoulder as he leans forward into me. I lean my head on his as I pull him into me, his soft body pressing into mine. I do much the same he did to me but I have much less effort to put in, he’d already been mostly washed off when he was doing my ass.\n\n\nI give him a quick peck on the cheek before I turn him back around and slap my dick against his cheek, “You ready?”\n\n\nBunko puts his hands along the wall like I had earlier and lifts his thick tail, which I take as a go-ahead. I wrap an arm around his tail and press my cockhead against his hole. Bunko gasps as he feel’s me against him. I press more until the tiniest bit of my tip pushes through. Bunko groans and I feel him clench around me.\n\n\nI put in more pressure, slowly sliding my cock into him. Bunko squirms, gasping and moaning as I stretch his hole.\n\n\n“So big!” He moans.\n\n\n“Need me to go slower, bud?”\n\n\n“F-faster!”\n\n\nI blush, shocked to hear that from Bunko of all people. I lift a leg onto the side of the tub and grab him by his hips, his tail still tucked underneath my arm, before thrusting forward. I reach half of my length and Bunko yelps from the sudden intrusion.\n\n\n“A-again!”\n\n\nI do as he says, my cock now 3/4ths of the way in him. He gasps and sputters from the pleasure coming from his hole. I pull back slightly as I let loose my strongest thrust yet. It spears into Bunko’s guts as my hips smash against his soft ass, rippling it from the impact. He moans loudly and points his head up into the air. I quickly pull out a few inches before slamming back into him. I repeat my motions over and over again, pounding into him like I’ve never done before. If he wants rough, I’ll give him rough! His head now hangs limply as he rests his forearms against the walls. He sputters and gasps, moaning in ecstasy as I give his hole the beating of a life-time.\n\n\nUnfortunately, as much as I want to keep going until I cum, my old body protests. My thrusts slow as my breathing becomes heavy. My joints complain at all the movement I have been doing today—especially now—and I have to pull out. I sit back against the wall behind me as I catch my breath. Bunko looks back at me with worry. He turns off the shower, only now aware that it had been on this whole time.\n\n\n“You okay?” He crouches in front of me.\n\n\n“Phew! I… I’m great! Just…old. Can’t do shit like that for that long anymore.”\n\n\nBunko looks to the side guiltily, “Oh… sorry.”\n\n\n“Hey, you didn’t do anything wrong. Here…” I wiggle my hips, making my dick swing back and forth. Bunko’s eyes are drawn to it like a hypno’s pendulum, “have a seat.”\n\n\nBunko smiles and climbs over me, lining his hole up to my dick. I use a hand to help guide him in. We both gasp and moan as he slips my dick in deeper and deeper. It’s much easier this time, taking less than a minute. His balls rest on my belly and I can’t help but to reach out and fondle them.\n\n\n“These things are amazing.”\n\n\nBunko blushes, “T-thanks…”\n\n\nI play with it as he rises and falls on my cock. I grunt with each drop, blissfully taking in every jiggle of his belly and moobs. I run my hands along him, every bit of his body as he bounces. He slowly picks up pace but never gets as fast as I was going. It’s a slow loving that I feel suits Bunko better. \n\n\n“I-I’m close,” I moan, struggling to stave off my orgasm.\n\n\n“Mmm!” Bunko lowers a hand and stuffs it under his belly. He soon starts making quick movements and I remember he has a dick under there. His rising and falling becomes more stilted over time and his hand moves quicker until I finally cum first. I grab onto Bunko’s thighs and shove him down, forcing him to take everything I’ve got as deep as I can get it in him. Only a few jets of my cum finds its way inside him before Bunko stiffens and lifts his belly with both hands. Just as I notice his little dick, a shot of cum shoots out of him with such force that it lands on my snout and drips down. I watch in bliss as rope after rope of his cum shoots across my belly and chest and my cock throbs inside of him.\n\n\nBunko’s belly distends slowly. It takes me a moment to realize it’s my cum filling his depths. My cock continues to throb inside of him, his belly pushes out more and more before it’s only a few inches from my muzzle. My cock still continues to unload inside him, however, the growth of his belly only stopped by the limits of his body. With each pulse of cum, I feel a deluge shoot out of his ass and along my cock and balls. I lose track of how many more shots of cum I unleash inside of him. Even as I finish cumming, Bunko keeps going. Even without being able to see, I feel shot after shot land hotly on my belly, the excess sliding down and landing in the cum now pooling at the bottom of the tub. It seems I may have closed the plug when I sat down. I wait a minute for his cum to end, then five.\n\n\n“Wow, Bunko. You’re still going!”\n\n\nBunko only grunts through clenched teeth in response. My erection has yet to end due to Bunko’s muscles holding me as tight as his clenched teeth and eyes. I watch his red face in awe as I feel two more shots of cum fall to my chest and belly, which I am sure have more cum than fur visible now.\n\n\nI manage to pull out of him despite his tight hold and lean him back, taking a shot of cum to the face for doing so. I can hear his belly slosh and squish to his sides as I lay him onto his back. I watch as my cum pours from his hole and run down the creases between his ass and tail. His own shots now just landing on his tail or the bathtub floor.\n\n\nI get an idea and lean forward, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I take another shot to the face but I’m far from upset about that. Shot after salty-sweet shot of cum shoots across my tongue. I swallow as much as I can as I stimulate bunko’s dick with the tip of my tongue and my lips. I hear Bunko moan, his voice an octave higher. I imagine he’s a bit sensitive right now. Good. I keep going, making him squirm. Luckily, he never stops me.\n\n\nOnce my stomach starts to feel a bit too tight, I pull off and start sucking on his balls. WIth my naturally larger mouth, it’s an easy task. Cum starts to cover my face, the top of my head, my back. I feel a couple shots reach my butt, even. I’m happy to suck on his balls until he finishes. They pull up with each shot, naturally allowing me to pull on them without even moving my arms.\n\n\nAfter what feels like thirty minutes since he started cumming, the last bit of cum finally drizzles out of his dick. I let go of his balls and sit up. Some of his cum dripped down to my mouth. I lick them off and used my hand to wipe away cum that was dangerously close to my eyes.\n\n\nWe both sit there, breathing heavily as we stare at each other. We’re now sitting in multiple inches of our cum. I must look like a mess to Bunko—covered in cum from front to back.\n\n\nFinally, Bunko speaks, “That was the most I’ve ever came.”\n\n\n“That was the most I’ve seen anyone cum.”\n\n\nHe looks to the side, embarrassed, “Yeah.”\n\n\nI lean forward and kiss him. \n\n\nHe looks back at me with a pleased expression, “You should shower.”\n\n\n“Care to help?”\n\n\n“Gladly.”\n\n\n—\n\n\nOver a month has passed since those two weeks at the resort. Everyone on the team is closer to each other now, just as my higher ups intended. I never thought I would go to a place like that, do things like that—especially with my coworkers—but we’re better off for it. Bunko is more comfortable with the rest of the office, not social but a margin more comfortable. He moved in with me soon after the resort and we go on dates often. I came to find out he’d just spend all day after work watching videos and browsing his laptop. Over and over again, day after day. He wasn’t very happy with this routine, so I shook things up a bit. I’m glad to have gotten him into some hobbies he enjoys.\n\n\nThe rest of the group is generally friendlier with each other, though Jeremy already was. He’s mellowed out a bit, had to after I put him in his place a couple times. Sometimes, I still do when he steps out of line. After work and with Bunko’s permission, of course.\n\n\nShigeo brings Bunko, Carlos, and I fishing sometimes. She hangs out with Bunko and I pretty often after work. Apparently, she’s Bunko’s closest friend now—besides me—and I couldn’t be happier. He didn’t have any friends beforehand which was also a surprise to me. Sometimes she joins us in our… personal time, and things get a lot more electrifying.\n\n\nCarlos and Ana got together like Bunko and I. I was shocked to hear the news—they’re such polar opposites. I guess that ‘opposites attract’ saying has merit. Ana likes to talk about their relationship with me—often for too long at a time. They’re very open, apparently, and they have several partners at once almost all the time. It’s mostly Ana bringing them in, though despite that poor Carlos gets bent over more often than her. I’m always left with an uncomfortable strain in my pants after she’s done with her stories that I have to deal with for the rest of the day. Luckily I have Bunko to go home with.\n\n\n—\n\n\nA knock comes from my door as I work in my office. I’m not too busy so I let them in, but stiffen as I realize who it is.\n\n\n“M-ma’am!”\n\n\nThe ninetales struts in like she owns the place—because she does. She sits in the chair in front of my desk with her legs crossed, inspecting herself in a compact mirror in her hand.\n\n\n“The resort trip was a great success, don’t you think?”\n\n\nI nod. The team seems much happier. Our numbers are up from before, though who can say if the resort is the reason for that or not.\n\n\n“Then you would not mind it becoming a yearly thing, yes?”\n\n\nI smile and nod, excitement filling my chest, “Yes, ma’am.”\n\n\n“Wonderful. I will make it a company wide thing. Not the whole company will go at once, mind you. Merely teams the size of yours at certain times of the year. I hope your team looks forward to their time again.”\n\n\nI can’t help but grin widely, “Thank you, boss.”\n\n\n“Oh, I’m an angel, aren’t I?” She stands and struts to the door, “Farewell, Mr. Bolaños. Keep up the good work.”\n\n\n“Yes, ma’am”\n\n\nI smile broadly. I can’t wait to tell the team! I can’t wait to go back!",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>I breathe a sigh of relief as the plane finally slows to a stop. Despite drinking some Ginger Ale and snacking lightly on crackers, my stomach is still churning&mdash;I never did well with planes.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Not gonna throw up right at the end are you?&rdquo; Shigeo teases me from her seat.<br /><br /><br />I open my eyes, looking at her while keeping my head looking forward, &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll manage.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The female jolteon adjusts her cap as she smiles at me, &ldquo;Better be. I don&rsquo;t wanna be in the splash zone if you miss the bag.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br />I close my eyes again&mdash;focusing on keeping my stomach under control while I wait for everyone else in front of us to file out. Once they do, my stomach has settled enough for Shigeo and I to grab our things and head down the lane.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, old man! You throw up back there?&rdquo; Jeremy, a black linoone, teases me as I exit the gate. I better not hear this from all my coworkers on this trip. The team had to be interspersed throughout the plane so we all could take the same flight. Besides Shigeo and I, the rest of the team sat with strangers.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Not once! New record!&rdquo; Shigeo sneaks up behind me, smacking me lightly on my shoulder twice. It&rsquo;s rare for Shigeo to team up with Jeremy on the mischief. She&rsquo;s usually the one to shut down his teasing.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Alright, alright! You&rsquo;ve had your fun. Is everybody here?&rdquo; I look around, obviously there&rsquo;s me: a middle-aged mabosstiff, Shigeo, and Jeremy. Carlos and Ana are standing together nearby. Ana, a chubby mienfoo, is talking the ear off Carlos, an absolute giant of a drednaw.<br /><br /><br />Wait&hellip; there&rsquo;s someone missing. I look back at the gate and find him walking up the jetway: Bunko. He rushes up to us, his hoodie bouncing with his overweight body underneath.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Sorry! I&rsquo;m here now!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;No need to apologize. You&rsquo;re not late,&rdquo; I say before turning to the team, &ldquo;Alright! That means we&rsquo;re all here. Let&rsquo;s head out.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />We take a bus from the airport to the resort. I sit next to Bunko this time, he sits next to the window.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;What&rsquo;re you most excited for Bunko?&rdquo; I try to start a conversation with him, though it&rsquo;s a gamble whether he&rsquo;ll respond with more than four words. I would normally leave him alone since that&rsquo;s what he prefers, but the whole point of this trip is to be a &lsquo;bonding experience among coworkers.&rsquo;&nbsp;&nbsp;I would get in trouble most of all if that didn&rsquo;t happen since I am their manager and in charge of this trip.<br /><br /><br />Bunko seems more awkward than normal. He looks between his knees, his hands stuffed in the front pocket of his hoodie, &ldquo;Err&hellip; the beach&hellip; I guess.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah, me too, I haven&rsquo;t been to a beach in years!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Oh&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />It&rsquo;s a bit awkward but I decide to leave it at that. He obviously does not want to talk right now. I stare out the window across Bunko. The sun is setting over the ocean, painting it a beautiful orange. The few buildings of the resort are silhouettes in the sunset.<br /><br /><br />I&rsquo;m thrown towards the window, just barely catching myself yet still crushing Bunko between me and the window. I hear Ana yip from the seat behind me and I cuss from the surprise.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Damn driver, you tryna kill us?&rdquo; Jeremy yells up to the driver. I peel myself off of Bunko, he looks wide eyed, his face burning red.<br /><br /><br />I sit back in my seat, &ldquo;Sorry. You okay, Bunko?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He nods quickly, not meeting my eyes.<br /><br /><br />I look back up to the driver, an older sneasler, &ldquo;Sorry folks, windy roads.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I pull out my map of the city from my backpack, they&rsquo;re right, the road from the airport to the city twists back and forth on its way down the mountain. Looks like we&rsquo;ll have a couple more of those if the sneasler does not slow down.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, wanna switch seats so I don&rsquo;t crush you?&rdquo; I&rsquo;m a good bit larger than the slowpoke, I don&rsquo;t want to hurt him.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;S-sure, yeah.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Since the bus is still going I don&rsquo;t think it would be wise to stand when switching, so I tell him to squeeze back into his seat as I try to pass in front of him. It&rsquo;s difficult with both of our bodies not being too thin&mdash;my chubby yet relatively muscular one squeezing past Bunko&rsquo;s giant pillowy exterior. <br /><br /><br />Just as I&rsquo;m directly in front of him, the bus jerks again and I&rsquo;m forced to sit back down, directly into his lap as my back squishes into the softness of his belly. I hold on to the seat in front of me and the metal pole that goes up from the side of our seat. Once it&rsquo;s safe to keep moving, I apologize again and sit down in Bunko&rsquo;s old spot as he slides over to mine. Looking at him again, he&rsquo;s staring at the floor of the aisle, I can tell he&rsquo;s fiddling with his hands in his pocket. I hope that didn&rsquo;t upset him too much.<br /><br /><br />I playfully punch his shoulder, &ldquo;Ha! That was fun wasn&rsquo;t it?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Y-yeah.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Wow! Lucky you, Bunko! Isn&rsquo;t that just what you wanted to happen? &rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Jeremy, No.&rdquo; Shigeo is defending Bunko from Jeremy as usual.<br /><br /><br />I look at Jeremy and Shigeo with a confused expression, unsure of what they&rsquo;re meaning. Bunko sinks further in his seat, trying extra hard to not make eye contact with anyone. I don&rsquo;t know if this trip is going to be good for him. Either his anxiety gets worse or he opens up a bit. I just have to try my best to keep the former from happening, the higher ups made it obvious this trip isn&rsquo;t optional.<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />I give him space and stare out the window the rest of the way down the mountain, sometimes having to grab Bunko to prevent him from falling into the aisle. It seems he would rather keep his hands in his pocket than hold the pole.<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Outside the bus, I stretch my old joints, pushing my fists into my back and hearing a pop. That bus ride wasn&rsquo;t good for me. I&rsquo;m not looking forward to leaving.<br /><br /><br />Once everyone has stepped out of the bus with their bags I call them over to me, &ldquo;Okay, so we&rsquo;re booked to go to the beach at 9 tomorrow. Let&rsquo;s eat breakfast together at 8 and then get familiar with the area before heading over.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Ooo, I did some research and there&rsquo;s an adorable caf&eacute;, we should totally go there,&rdquo; Ana is bubbly and energetic, as per usual. It&rsquo;s a stark contrast to me, I didn&rsquo;t get a wink of sleep on the eight hour flight here and I&rsquo;m beat.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Uh, as long as we can get something good to eat, can&rsquo;t start a day with just coffee,&rdquo; I say.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, yeah! It&rsquo;s a breakfast caf&eacute;! They make some cute artsy pancakes!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Perfect. We&rsquo;ll check that place out then, we can meet up in the lobby and Ana will lead us there.&quot;<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />I check us into the resort: three rooms for Tadeo Bola&ntilde;os. I&rsquo;m sharing a room with Jeremy so he can&rsquo;t bother anybody else, Bunko is with Shigeo because he gets along best with her, and Carlos is with Ana. Poor Carlos is going to be hearing her blabber this whole trip. <br /><br /><br />I set my suitcase on a stool next to the TV stand. Jeremy sets his on the stand in the closet. Jeremy is talking, making cheeky jokes. I just grunt along to whatever he&rsquo;s saying, pulling my laptop out of my backpack and sitting on my bed. I check through my emails, making sure there&rsquo;s nothing else I need to know about this trip. I then check everything I have planned out for this trip. It details the times and places to be at each place and event. This should keep us busy this whole trip while leaving some down time for everyone to check things out on their own without me bossing them around.<br /><br /><br />&quot;Hey! You listening?&quot;<br /><br /><br />Oh, whoops, I tuned him out, &quot;Hm? Sorry. What&#039;d you say?&quot;<br /><br /><br />&quot;I said: you gonna ask Bunko out while we&#039;re here?&quot;<br /><br /><br />&quot;Huh?&quot; My jaw drops and I feel blood rush to my face.<br /><br /><br />&quot;Don&#039;t tell me you haven&rsquo;t noticed the way he looks at you. Gets all hot and bothered when you&rsquo;re around. I noticed months ago. He must&rsquo;ve been real happy when you sat on him on the bus.&quot; He smirks mischievously.<br /><br /><br />I press my thumb and index finger between my eyebrows with my eyes closed and exhale, &quot;Jeremy, no.&quot;<br /><br /><br />&quot;Hey, if you ever need the room to yourself, just ask.&quot;<br /><br /><br />&quot;Jeremy! No!&quot;<br /><br /><br />He smirks. I know this isn&#039;t the last time I&#039;m gonna hear this. I roll my eyes at him.<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />This is the worst thing that could have happened. I look at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, specifically at my groin. The island and waters around it are protected and have some strict regulations to keep the wildlife and environment safe&mdash;meaning you cannot bring your own swimsuit. You must shower before getting in any body of water, no makeup, no personal sunscreen, et cetera. My issue right now is the provided swimsuit. I knew that whatever they gave me wouldn&#039;t properly accommodate my size. Both my balls and penis are abnormally large for my species. It&#039;s done wonders in relationships, especially with larger mon&mdash;it&#039;s big even for them&mdash;but now I&#039;m experiencing the drawback. The resort only provides speedos. Why? Is this some sort of porn resort? I know it&#039;s adults only but I didn&#039;t expect this. The speedo strains to hold me in, one could easily see much of the top and sides of my penis and balls. I shift and one ball slides out, pulling my penis with it. The speedo&nbsp;&nbsp;now only covers one ball, which the speedo seems much more comfortable with but even that one ball shows the tops and sides.<br /><br /><br />This won&#039;t do. I slip out of the speedo and into my normal clothes, which do a wonderful job of hiding my big secret. I look over at the other speedos in the bathroom&#039;s pantry. There&#039;s many different designs&mdash;the one I put on being the least revealing&mdash;which wasn&#039;t by much. It&#039;s only the least revealing because it&#039;s a normal speedo. The rest have holes, straps, and rings and hooks; one just looks like a fancy string. I pray that no one at the resort picked that out to wear.<br /><br /><br />I put the speedo in my pocket. I need to see if they have something more my size, and hopefully not a speedo. I&#039;ll keep the speedo I was trying on as an example for which design I want&mdash;can&#039;t have them giving me one of the other designs.<br /><br /><br />I first ask the receptionist where to go for a swimsuit resizing. They gaze at me knowingly, making me blush and awkwardly head where they told me to go: Beach and Lake Services. At the counter I&#039;m surprised to find Bunko. I feel warm embarrassment rise in my face. I don&#039;t want anybody to know about my issue if I can help it.<br /><br /><br />As I walk up, Bunko notices me. He was talking with the mon at the counter. His eyes are wide and he quickly redirects his gaze to the counter.<br /><br /><br />&quot;You also need a resizing, big guy?&quot; The arcanine receptionist now notices me.<br /><br /><br />Also? Big guy?<br /><br /><br />&quot;Err, yeah,&quot; I follow Bunko&#039;s example and look flustered myself. So much for not letting anyone else know.<br /><br /><br />&quot;Alright, as I was explaining to this guy here, we&#039;re gonna need to figure out your measurements. I&#039;m gonna measure your waist n&#039; we have some cups to figure out the size of your little buddy, then I&#039;ll go ahead n&#039; get you something that fits.&quot;<br /><br /><br />This mon&#039;s word choice is humiliating. <br /><br /><br />&quot;Alright, follow me. One at a time.&quot;<br /><br /><br />I motion for Bunko to go first. He was here before me, after all. They head into the room behind the counter.<br /><br /><br />I sit on a nearby bench as I wait for them to finish. They&rsquo;re in there for less than a minute before Bunko comes back out, he looks completely flustered&mdash;his face as red as it was on the bus. What Jeremy said last night flashes through my mind. Does he really&hellip;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Alright, now you.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;That was fast,&rdquo; I stand and follow the arcanine into the back room.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll get both your suits at the same time. Just doing measurements right now. Right over here.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The arcanine brings me to a series of stands on a table, on them are a series of cups, like ones used for sports. The cups are smallest on the top left stand and largest on the bottom right. Eventually the cups just become one per stand. I stare at the largest one.<br /><br /><br />Jeez, mon can get that big? That&rsquo;s way larger than even my head.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Lift your shirt up and lower your pants a little.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Huh?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;So I can measure your waist.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;O-oh.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I comply. The arcanine bends down on a knee and wraps a sewing tape measure around my waist. I feel his breath against my exposed lower belly. I try not to focus on him as he tightens it around my waist. He inspects the measurement for a moment before removing it.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Alright. Now I&rsquo;m gonna start putting cups on. Pull down your pants, underwear too would be preferable,&rdquo; he winks at me, &ldquo;I just need to measure&nbsp;&nbsp;your friend. You want it a little smaller or bigger? -Or just exact size?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bigger or smaller? I am here because it does not fit. Why would I do that on purpose?<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Wait, I thought I measured that.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Sorry, but you don&rsquo;t know how to properly measure these things, bud.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I half want to accuse him of just being a pervert, but even more so I just want to get this over with. I awkwardly lower my pants&mdash;only until the top reaches the bottom of my underwear. The arcanine whistles, I can feel blood rush to my face, &ldquo;Damn, buddy. You and that slowpoke are luuuucky. How&rsquo;d you fit all that in there? Must be tight.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Th-thanks,&rdquo; I just want to get this over with. I&rsquo;d rather not be ogled right now and I don&rsquo;t feel like sharing my techniques to keep my bulge inconspicuous. I can&rsquo;t make eye contact with him, instead I choose to look around at the shelves around us. They&rsquo;re filled with various equipment meant for water.<br /><br /><br />The arcanine presses a cup against my groin, it&rsquo;s way too small. If I had to guess, it&rsquo;s about the size of the original speedo. He makes an mmm noise before pulling it away and pressing another against me. It&rsquo;s better, but he makes the same noise and pulls it away again. He repeats putting on cups a couple more times, making the same mmm sound when one doesn&#039;t fit. Finally, I hear a &ldquo;Yeah, that&rsquo;s it.&rdquo; Feeling the cup, it feels about right.<br /><br /><br />The arcanine stands up, &ldquo;Alright, why don&rsquo;t you wait with the slowpoke, I&rsquo;ll come back with your options.<br /><br /><br />Outside, Bunko is sitting on a bench, tapping away on his phone. I think I was in there as long as he was so he wasn&rsquo;t waiting long.<br /><br /><br />I sit next to him and he jumps in his seat before looking up at me.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;He&rsquo;s getting them,&rdquo; I say.<br /><br /><br />Bunko nods and awkwardly taps away at his phone again. He seems more uncomfortable now for some reason. Might be because I know he&rsquo;s having the same issue as me. In that case, I&rsquo;m just as embarrassed as him for the same reason. <br /><br /><br />Four minutes pass while we wait; I keep track of the time on my watch as I flip through pamphlets on the counter. We could check out a couple of these places. I pocket a couple and look over at Bunko, he&rsquo;s on his phone again&mdash;tapping away. I rub my hand against my flip phone in my pocket. I&rsquo;ve never really been interested in newer phones with all their new mechanics and apps and whatever else they can do now. I only need a phone to text and call, that&rsquo;s all it really should be&hellip; though I am feeling the boredom of not having a miniature entertainment center in my pocket.<br /><br /><br />The arcanine emerges from the door holding five paper bags, removing any temptations I had of getting a smartphone. They set three in front of me and two in front of Bunko.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;There you go! You guys made it difficult, we don&rsquo;t have many that match your waist-to-bulge ratio.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Only three&hellip; Let&rsquo;s hope they&rsquo;re good.<br /><br /><br />I open a paper bag and inspect the &ldquo;speedo&rdquo; I pull out. This&hellip; is a thong. Embarrassed, I put that back in the bag. The second bag isn&rsquo;t much better. It covers the butt, unlike the first one, but the there are three strips on each side that connect the back and front of the swimsuit. Each strip is as thin as toothpicks. Finally, with bated breath, I pull out the third. It seems fine at first glance, but then I notice much of it is some sort of mesh that one can see through. It&rsquo;s even on the sides of the front, which would make my genitals visible. Even worse it splits down the middle of the front a good distance. What resembles shoelaces holds it closed. Absolutely not.<br /><br /><br />I glance at Bunko, he&rsquo;s holding one up. It&rsquo;s a normal speedo.<br /><br /><br />Frustrated, I look back at the arcanine, &ldquo;Are you sure this is all you have in my size?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I can bring some that are close to those if you want.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah, do that. Thank you.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The arcanine heads into the back room again. I look back at Bunko, he is looking at the &ldquo;speedo&rdquo; I have yet to put up yet before looking up at me. His face is red. I imagine mine is a similar color right now, though it&rsquo;s mostly covered by fur. This is one of the few times we have made eye contact. For once, he doesn&rsquo;t look flustered or nervous. Because of that, I can&rsquo;t read his expression.<br /><br /><br />We hear yelling from the back, &ldquo;Oh, yeah! Slowpoke dude. Just take the speedo and go, leave the bags.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />We break eye contact. Bunko shoves his hands, one holding the speedo, into his front hoodie pocket before scurrying down the hall.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&mdash;<br /><br /><br />The arcanine showed me many different &ldquo;swimwear.&rdquo; None of them being less revealing than my first three choices. Some were even more revealing: they didn&rsquo;t cover the butt or even the hips, they were like a bag that you slid over your genitals and tied at the top. Eventually, I just settled on the second option, the other two revealed at least the front or back too much. I can deal with my sides being more visible than I&rsquo;d like.<br /><br /><br />I check my watch again. It&rsquo;s 8:04. I&rsquo;m late. I text Shigeo that they can go ahead and order at the caf&eacute;. I tell her to just get me a black coffee and anything she thought I would like to eat. I&rsquo;m pretty close with Shigeo, so she would know what I want the best.<br /><br /><br />I put the swimsuit on in my bathroom. Checking myself out in the mirror, I have to say I look very enticing. Unfortunately, that&rsquo;s not my goal for this trip. I put my clothes back on over the swimsuit. How am I going to get through this trip without anyone seeing my crotch?<br /><br /><br />I check my watch again as I head to the caf&eacute;, following a series of signs throughout the resort. 8:19. It&rsquo;s embarrassing being late to my own plans. Luckily when I meet up with the others, some of them are still sipping on their drinks, Shigeo and Jeremy are still picking at their food, though there&rsquo;s not much left.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Look who finally decided to show up!&rdquo; Of course it was Jeremy who was the first to say something.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Sorry, I just had to deal with something.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hmm? Like what?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Jeremy has a glint in his eyes, the typical indicator that something has caught his interest.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Something.&rdquo; I sit in the seat left for me, Shigeo patting it to tell me where my seat is. On the table in front of the seat, black coffee sits next to a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. I have such plain tastes, don&rsquo;t I? The coffee is room temperature now, same for the rest of the meal. I eat as quickly as I can without looking like a slob. I notice Ana is missing. Shigeo tells me she got tired of waiting for me and went out with a group of other mon that she made friends with here in the caf&eacute;. I feel a bit bitter about her leaving&mdash;we&rsquo;re supposed to be socializing with each other! I shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal of it and upsetting Ana. This trip is also supposed to be fun and that is my priority.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br /><br />The table continues conversing. Carlos and Bunko stay quiet throughout, both of them on their phones. Jeremy said they, or more accurately he tried to get them off but it was only a couple minutes until they were tapping away again. I don&rsquo;t really care, making them put their phones away will not make them talk, it will just make them uncomfortable. I&rsquo;d rather they talk to me when they feel like it.<br /><br /><br />I manage to finish eating at the same time as Shigeo and Jeremy. Jeremy teases me for my big mouth, saying it was the reason I finished so quickly. I roll my eyes before we all find Ana, then head to the Lake Services desk to get supplies: towels, folding chairs, umbrellas, sunscreen, and a cooler. The arcanine winks at Bunko and I, making both of us flush as we get our supplies. We fill up the cooler with drinks, snacks, and ice to keep it cool before heading out.<br /><br /><br />The beach is a short walk from the resort. Following a map the resort hands out, I lead us down a dirt path. Tall grass, palm trees, and bushes surround us as we enter a small forest.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll have another look around their site in case there&rsquo;s something I missed. Shouldn&rsquo;t be, I was thorough,&rdquo; I say. During our conversation on the walk, the topic of the sexual nature of the swimsuits came up. Seems it was the whole team that was given few choices.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Surprised you saw nothing, sir. This kinda stuff was everywhere on their site,&rdquo; Ana says from behind me.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hmm? That&rsquo;s not what I remember. I checked again last night.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Before the conversation can continue, the plants clear out and the dirt below our feet turns to sand. The ocean is straight ahead of us.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Wow! The water is so much more beautiful in person!&rdquo; I stare out at the crystal clear water. The photos on the site were beautiful, but it&rsquo;s way better to experience it for real.<br /><br /><br />I look to everyone else. They&rsquo;re not looking at the water.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Wow&hellip;&rdquo; Carlos mutters under his breath from behind me. Following his gaze I see what he&rsquo;s looking at: a mudsdale jogging past us. Their swimwear is not leaving much to the imagination. It bulges out at their crotch, the material hugging tightly to their skin, the swimwear has two long holes on the side, showing much of the side of their hip.<br /><br /><br />Wow is a thought that also comes to my mind, their swimsuit, large bulge, and rippling muscles leaving me aroused.<br /><br /><br />I quickly snap out of it, this is not the time. I&rsquo;m going to be in tight, revealing swimwear soon&mdash;I don&rsquo;t need a boner. I try to focus on finding a place to set up, willing my half-chub away. Looking around, I first see around 10 to 20 other mon here, all in a variety of different swimsuits that are all revealing. I focus my attention on a clearing where no other people are staying. It&rsquo;s not too far from the water or too close to the shrubbery behind us, but most importantly, it&rsquo;s away from everyone else. Unlike a normal beach, I wouldn&rsquo;t be surprised if mon wanted to be near each other here.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;This way.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I pull on the cooler, snapping everyone out of their horny trances and leading them to the spot. I set the cooler down, Jeremy following my lead.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Aww, all the way over here?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Keep it in your pants, Jerm, we&rsquo;re not here to sleep around,&rdquo; Shigeo scolds.<br /><br /><br />Jeremy glares at Shigeo. He hates being called that.<br /><br /><br />In a moment his smile returns, &ldquo;Are you sure? The higher ups had to have known how scandalous this place is. Did you see the swimsuit options?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I press my thumb and index finger between my eyebrows, closing my eyes and sighing, &rdquo;I need to check the site again when we get back.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Ana sets a chair up before joining the conversation, &ldquo;I mean, their site did say they allowed for &lsquo;a release from social norms&rsquo; and &lsquo;sexual freedom&rsquo;&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I stare at Ana wide eyed, &ldquo;What?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;You didn&rsquo;t see that? I thought you all did.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Jeremy smiles slyly as he looks over his shoulder at the variety of mon behind him, &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t check the site. Thought it&rsquo;d be boring, but it has definitely caught my interest now.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br />Shigeo shrugs, &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t bother. You said you&rsquo;d plan everything out so I left it to you, Tadeo. &lsquo;Sides, I don&rsquo;t have internet at my place and I&rsquo;m too busy to look it up at work.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br />She starts to undress. So does Jeremy and Ana before they head into the water.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Damn, had I known this was a sex resort&hellip;&rdquo; I rub the bridge of my nose.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Sex resort? Most refer to it as simply an adult resort. However, that description is what it truly means,&rdquo; It&rsquo;s Carlos, he&rsquo;s holding an umbrella with an umbrella stand in one hand and a small foldable table in the other. Bunko is just behind him holding the towels and a couple folding chairs, &ldquo;And yes, of course I knew, it was heavily advertised throughout their website. How have you planned this trip without knowing?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Carlos sets the umbrella up, the table in front of it. The umbrella provides me a much needed respite from the sun&mdash;I hadn&rsquo;t realized I was panting<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;&lsquo;Bout to find out&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Very well, I am going swimming. Goodbye,&rdquo; Carlos undresses and I grow jealous of his species having a slit&mdash;leaving no bulge for him to worry about.<br /><br /><br />I pull out my flip-phone and dial one of my bosses&rsquo; numbers. The receptionist picks up and takes a moment to redirect me. Looking back to the water: Jeremy is floating on his back, Ana dives down somewhere below the surface with Carlos, and Shigeo sits in the shallows, pushing the waters back and forth with her hands. She&rsquo;s likely to keep a distance from us in the water&mdash;the electricity coming from her body isn&rsquo;t harmful but it gives an unpleasant buzzing feeling to anyone that gets too close in the water. <br /><br /><br />Finally, I reach my boss, &ldquo;Ma&rsquo;am, we have a slight issue.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Oh? -And what would that be?&rdquo; The older ninetales&rsquo; voice is as cold and intimidating as I remember.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;This resort&mdash;it seems to be some sort of&hellip; sex&hellip; thing.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Yes, did you not see their website? I told you to look through it.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Err&hellip; yeah&hellip; I looked around. I didn&rsquo;t see anything like that.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hmm? You should have, it&rsquo;s all over,&rdquo; I hear the clicking of a mouse and some typing, &ldquo;Ah, I see. My assistant sent you the wrong link. That&rsquo;s the link to their family location. I&rsquo;ll have a talk with my assistant. I&rsquo;ll go ahead and email you the correct link now. Thank you for bringing this to my attention,&rdquo; I hear a click and the call ends before I can ask about the family location.<br /><br /><br />I am momentarily furious at her assistant. That little suckup. From what I know of their relationship, the assistant isn&rsquo;t getting talked to in the professional sense right now. I calm myself down, I can&rsquo;t get mad at somebody for making a small mistake. I really need to check that email once I&rsquo;m back with my laptop.<br /><br /><br />I look over at the others again. They seem to be having fun. Someone is talking with Jeremy, Shigeo is now deeper in. I see Ana further down the beach, swimming with another group. Carlos seems to have been forced into the same group as Ana, likely her doing.<br /><br /><br />Bunko has finished laying out the chairs and towels. He is sitting in one of the chairs, playing on his phone again. He itches his head under his white bucket hat.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;You knew this too?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He looks at me momentarily before nodding awkwardly and focusing back on his phone. I sit next to Bunko in another chair, watching the others swim around and socialize. I grow anxious at the thought of joining them. <br /><br /><br />I look over at Bunko tapping away on his phone, &ldquo;Do you wanna swim?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He glances at me, shrinking in embarrassment, before his eyes return to his phone. He shrugs after a moment. <br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I wanna swim but&hellip; you understand,&rdquo; I say.<br /><br /><br />He glances at my groin briefly before shrinking into his phone more, &ldquo;Yeah&hellip; uh&hellip; I have the um&hellip; same problem.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />His face is red and his phone is so close to his face there&rsquo;s no way that he can see what&rsquo;s on the screen.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;How &lsquo;bout this, since we both want to swim and have the same issue, let&rsquo;s go in together.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He maintains his shrunken position silently for a few moments as he seems to think.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Sure.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Alright, C&rsquo;mon.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I stand and Bunko follows suit. I kick off my sandals and unbutton my shirt, setting it on the chair I was sitting on. I look over at Bunko, he&rsquo;s just holding his hat and staring at me.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;You don&rsquo;t have to go if you don&rsquo;t want to.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;N-no. I wanna go. Just&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I can undress first and block people&rsquo;s view of you as you undress, if that&rsquo;s what you&rsquo;d prefer.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko still seems nervous, but nods weakly.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Alright.&rdquo; I pull my jeans down, setting them with my shirt. My bulge is released from its denim prison, flopping down heavily. It is very noticeable how big it is with this swimsuit. I look back up to see Bunko staring at my crotch, his face burning red. I feel a sudden burst of embarrassment&hellip; and strangely arousal. I brush those emotions to the side, trying to keep Bunko comfortable and my penis flaccid.<br /><br /><br />I turn around, &ldquo;Alright, your turn. Nobody should see you well with me standing here.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko doesn&rsquo;t respond. I just hear the shuffling of clothes.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I-I&rsquo;m undressed,&rdquo; his voice is so faint I barely hear him.Turning around, I see Bunko&rsquo;s junk bulging through his yellow and green speedo. It&rsquo;s a bigger bulge than mine.&nbsp;&nbsp;I notice I can&rsquo;t really see the shape of his penis through it&hellip; I realize what I&rsquo;m doing and avert my gaze to his still bright red face. He&rsquo;s staring at my groin in turn. I don&rsquo;t call it out, not wanting to embarrass him further.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Let&rsquo;s hurry up. Don&rsquo;t want anybody to notice, right?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko nods and we walk together into the water, Bunko hiding behind me from the other mon. The water is comfortably warm and I&rsquo;m relieved to be finally in the water. I notice others are looking over at us, especially Jeremy. Shit. <br /><br /><br />A lithe rattata approaches us.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Well, hello you two! How ya doin&rsquo;?&rdquo; The rattata looks between Bunko and my crotches, a smile spread across his face. Looking through the crystal clear water I can see he&rsquo;s hard through his resort provided swimwear.<br /><br /><br />I instinctively cover up a bit with my hands, &ldquo;Err&hellip; just swimming.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The rattata meets my eyes with a lustful gaze and licks his lips, &ldquo;Well&hellip; &lsquo;can tell you two&rsquo;re plenty new ta all&rsquo;a this. Name&rsquo;s Isaac. I tend ta be here, the bar, or the dungeon. Feel free ta ask around for me when y&rsquo;all&rsquo;re more comfortable,&rdquo; he winks.<br /><br /><br />The dungeon?<br /><br /><br />The rattata leaves, purposefully shaking his butt seductively as he walks in the shadow as he goes. I feel my dick throb against the swimsuit but I quickly turn away.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;L-let&rsquo;s go swim over here, Bunko!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m uhh&hellip; I think I&rsquo;m done.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br />I turn back around to see Bunko start towards our spot on the beach but I grab him by the arm.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, don&rsquo;t let all this stop you from having fun. We&rsquo;ll swim out of the way of the others. If someone bothers us, I&rsquo;ll deal with them okay? I&rsquo;ll stay with you so you don&rsquo;t have to worry.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He seems to contemplate something and I let go of him. I don&rsquo;t want to force him to swim if he&rsquo;s too embarrassed but at the same time I don&rsquo;t want the sexual nature of this place to ruin the trip for him.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Okay.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Only if you want to, don&rsquo;t force yourself just &lsquo;cause I tell you to.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;No, I wanna. I&rsquo;m just weird.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re not weird, I&rsquo;m just as embarrassed as you are. C&rsquo;mon, swim over here with me.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I swim into the ocean, away from other beach goers but still close enough to the shore so I can swim back when I get tired of treading water. Bunko catches up to me slowly, he&rsquo;s just as slow swimming as he is walking, not that I mind. I spread out, laying on my back with my limbs splayed out and float in the water, finally beginning to relax. I&rsquo;ve been tense since I first discovered the swimsuits this morning, actually, I&rsquo;ve been tense since before this trip started; having to plan everything out, find people to replace us, keep everybody in order and worrying how well this will even go with how much everybodies&rsquo; personalities clash. Just for now, I let it all wash away in these beautiful waters. I focus on the way the sun warms me and the water cools me down. I decide I&rsquo;m going to get a massage after this. You can get one at the family resort so you must be able to here also. I&rsquo;ll let everyone have some free time, Jeremy might need it with how well he&rsquo;s hitting it off with those other mon. I feel as if I will melt into the sea; I let the water cover my ears and splash up onto my face.<br /><br /><br />I wait a couple minutes before I return to treading. I look over at Bunk, he&rsquo;s shooting water out of his cupped palms and his face is red yet again, &ldquo;Are you okay?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He&rsquo;s startled by my voice, he must have been deep in thought, &ldquo;Oh&hellip; uh yeah. Of course.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Your face is red, you might be getting sunburned,&rdquo; I know he&rsquo;s been red from embarrassment for the last while, but there&rsquo;s no reason to be embarrassed here. I know mon without fur have to be more careful being in the sun, something I hadn&rsquo;t really thought about with my dark, thick fur.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;N-no&hellip; I&rsquo;m&hellip; beach. Y-you look fine,&rdquo; Shock spreads across his face. I raise an eyebrow, &ldquo;I-I mean no you don&rsquo;t, err&hellip; well&hellip; sorry, no. You look great&hellip; well&hellip; I mean. Sorry,&rdquo; <br /><br /><br />I think back to yesterday&mdash;what Jeremy said. He really does find me attractive doesn&rsquo;t he? Me, a 54 year old man is attractive to a young man like him. I feel flattered, especially since I don&rsquo;t feel very attractive, but I also feel a bit ashamed for thinking I could reciprocate those feelings. I also find him attractive&mdash;he&rsquo;s cute and his body is round and soft, but no. I&rsquo;m too old for him, he deserves better than me.<br /><br /><br />I try to come up with some way to calm him down without embarrassing him more, &ldquo;Well, thank you&hellip; You look great yourself,&rdquo; I regret saying that. Now he&rsquo;ll be thinking I&rsquo;m into him too. Which is correct but that&rsquo;s not what I want him to think.<br /><br /><br />He stops stuttering and mumbling, staring at me, shocked. I begin to feel embarrassed myself. I need to distract him, &ldquo;Hey, uh&hellip;&rdquo; I look around for anything to use. I spot a large collection of water-smoothed boulders further down the beach away from where everyone else is swimming. Water shoots into the air from somewhere in the rocks. I can&rsquo;t see exactly where from, &ldquo;Look at that!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I swim over and pull myself onto the sandy beach. Another plume of water shoots into the air in the distance In front of me, just before the rocks is some wooden fence blocking off the boulder with a sign in front of it.<br /><br /><br />Privacy Spot #8<br />Lelula Geyser<br />Use the walkway to the left<br /><br /><br />There&rsquo;s an arrow under the text pointing to my left. Following its direction, I find a wooden walkway heading into the forest. Another smaller sign is next to the walkway&rsquo;s entrance.<br /><br /><br />Privacy Spot #8<br />Lelula Geyser Ahead<br />Please stay on the wooden walkway.<br /><br /><br />Bunko finally makes landfall and walks up next to me, &ldquo;Privacy spot. Dunno exactly what that means but it sounds like we can get away from everyone for a bit. No mon to bother us. Bunko nods, seeming to agree with me. I follow the walkway through the forest. It immediately curves towards where I saw the spouts of water. It&rsquo;s not long before we come across a sign:<br /><br /><br />Privacy Spot #8<br />Lelula Geyser<br /><br /><br />The forest reveals a clearing. Deeper in the forest to our left is a large, elongated, wooden pavilion curving around the left-half of the clearing. It contains many chairs, lounge chairs, and small tables. In the center of the clearing is an empty bonfire pit and to our right the forest opens up to a rocky beach. Wooden fence blocks it off with signs saying to keep away from the geyser.<br /><br /><br />What catches my attention far more than the environment, however, are the mon. Nobody is clothed, swimsuits are strewn about carelessly. A majority of the mon are fucking. Shamelessly. In the open for everyone to see. Some have more than one partner, I notice a particularly large group in the far end of the pavilion. It&rsquo;s hard to tell exactly how many of them there are with them writhing around in a mass of bodies. A couple groups aren&rsquo;t having sex, but they are still naked. They sip on some drinks and eat some snacks. It&rsquo;s then I notice one of them approaching us.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Well lookie here!&rdquo; An aggron towers over us. I have to crane my neck up to look at his face, trying to avoid his crotch. He&rsquo;s a good five feet taller than me, typical of his species, leaving his genitals near head height for me and Bunko. I look at Bunko, who is staring straight at his crotch, slack-jawed. I refuse to make eye contact with it, though judging by his reaction it must be very big.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;You two cuties mind me joining in? I still got a few rounds left in me.&rdquo; My eyes involuntarily follow his hand as he moves it. He grabs his half-flaccid penis and bounces it in his palm. Now I can see everything: he&rsquo;s large, even for his species, but more noticeable is a wet sheen covering the front part of it. It drips leftover cum as he bounces it. It would seem he just recently finished. I can feel my swimwear tighten.<br /><br /><br />Completely taken aback and flustered, it takes me a moment to regain my bearings. Once I do, I&rsquo;m a stuttering mess.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Err&hellip; uhh&hellip; We um&hellip; n-no thank you. W-we were just leaving! Actually&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The aggron smirks knowingly before laughing, &ldquo;Aha! I see! Didn&rsquo;t pin you for the modest type with your getup and all. Well you two newbies have fun. Names Chuck, by the way. If you see me again, my offer&rsquo;s always open,&rdquo; He puts on a sultry voice as he leans down to us at the end of the last sentence. He pauses a moment before chuckling and heading back to the pavilion.<br /><br /><br />My getup? Everybody has to have a getup like mine. I look down to my swimsuit. My heart jumps into my throat then drops to my stomach. It&rsquo;s see-through. I can see my entire penis and balls through my swimsuit, only being slightly discolored by the originally black material. I quickly turn and speed walk down the walkway. Once I reach the sand I stop and turn on my heel, Bunko is jogging to catch up to me. I cover myself, now knowing I had been revealing myself to Bunko and others for who knows how long.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Why didn&rsquo;t you tell me?&rdquo; I raise my voice involuntarily.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I-I-I-I,&rdquo; Bunko looks at the ground, shuffling awkwardly.<br /><br /><br />I quickly realize my mistake. I shouldn&rsquo;t be yelling at Bunko of all people. I press my thumb and index finger to my forehead but stop myself, remembering my state of dress, &ldquo;Sorry, I shouldn&rsquo;t have yelled&mdash;but you could have told me.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko looks guilty, &ldquo;Sorry. I&hellip; tried&hellip; but I didn&rsquo;t get a chance.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I huff, knowing who I should be upset with now&mdash;which is not Bunko.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to the Ocean and Lake Services counter and switching out. Tell the others only if they ask. Only tell them where I am, not why.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I almost start walking down the beach, then I think swimming would cover myself up more. The clear and, frankly, beautiful water doesn&rsquo;t do much to cover it, but it&rsquo;s better than walking around with it out for everyone to see. I swim back to our spot, quickly rushing up onto the beach and wrapping one of the unused towels around my waist. Ocean and Lake Services takes only a couple minutes to reach. Luckily the arcanine who gave me the swimsuit is still there.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, you gave me a see-through swimsuit!&rdquo; I don&rsquo;t raise my voice, not wanting to sound like a male Karen. It&#039;s not really even his fault&mdash;he only had a few and I chose this one, but the irritation was still projected through my voice despite my efforts.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hmm? Yeah. It said it on the packaging. Thought you saw,&rdquo; I raise an eyebrow. He notices my confusion and reaches under the counter. After a short moment he pulls out a paper bag. I recognize it as the same one I got this swimsuit from. On the top left in big lettering is the waist-size and cup-size, but on the bottom left is something I had not noticed before. I must have been too distracted with the ridiculous options. There are smaller letterings with more minute details about it: materials, washing instructions, and finally&mdash;with an asterisk next to it&mdash;is a warning about the material becoming see-through when exposed to water.<br /><br /><br />I huff, knowing this is entirely my fault for not reading that, but that leaves me with a tough decision now, &ldquo;Do you wanna exchange that one for one of the other ones?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I nod. The arcanine holds out a hand, &ldquo;&lsquo;Kay, hand over the old one.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I want to be shocked but with everything that&rsquo;s happened here. I no longer am. I comply, slipping the swimsuit off while keeping the towel around my waist and hand it to them. Instead of doing like I did&mdash;letting the swimsuit hang off my fingers by the side&mdash;they just grab it in the middle, touching where my genitals and butt had been.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Be right back!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />They pick up the paper bag before heading into the back. I feel awkward only being covered by a towel in a public space as I wait.<br /><br /><br />It takes less than a minute for them to emerge from the doorway again. They put down two paper bags in front of me: my only two options. A thong or a mesh-shoelace abomination. I can&rsquo;t decide what I feel more comfortable in, one completely reveals my butt while completely covering my junk, while the other covers both, but has mesh revealing parts of it. I contemplate for a moment before deciding on the one with mesh. It may reveal parts of my genitals but it&rsquo;s not too extreme. I can deal with a little bit of airflow, but not the whole butt kind. I make sure to check the text on the bottom right; it doesn&rsquo;t seem to have anything strange going on with it. <br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Do you know how to tie the top part?&rdquo; Right, the top of it is split down the middle with some sort of shoelace-like material holding it together. I immediately wanted to say I knew, even though I don&#039;t, but then the concept of it coming undone flashes into my mind. I briefly consider switching to the thong but I would still prefer this over my whole butt being visible to the world.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;No.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Lemme show you. Go ahead and put it on,&rdquo; I take the swimsuit from the paper bag and slip it on under my towel. After I remove the towel I have to adjust myself slightly before being satisfied. The arcanine was already around the counter, watching me push around my genitals with a smile on his face. This is how this place is, I guess I will just have to get used to it. They reach down and undo the knot. The top part of my penis sticks through the newly created hole slightly, the swimsuit no longer pressing it against my balls. I huff, I will just have to deal with this. This is just how things work here.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;So you seem like you don&rsquo;t wanna show, so you gotta pull it tight,&rdquo; They start at the bottom, pulling each string tight as they head closer and closer to the base of my penis like a shoe. It sure is tight like this, this might&rsquo;ve been designed to show a bit more than I want to show. I get a depraved excitement at the idea of maybe indulging in that fantasy, but I wipe it from my brain and try to pay attention. <br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Then you pull it tight at the top and wrap it up in two loops like a shoe. Actually, this is just like a shoe.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />They could have told me that and I would have done it myself. I can see they&rsquo;re hard under their speedo. This must have just been a scheme to get up close and personal with me. At this point I don&rsquo;t care. I thank him and wrap the towel around my waist before heading back to our beach spot.<br /><br /><br />When I get back, I find Shigeo and Bunko each lounging on some beach towels in the sun. Bunko is lying on his belly&mdash;likely to hide his bulge in a casual manner. He&rsquo;s lucky his tail is so thick&mdash;it covers whatever back-bulge is under it.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, Boss,&rdquo; Shigeo addresses me as I approach. She is wearing sunglasses so I can&rsquo;t tell if she&rsquo;s looking at me or not. Knowing her she just recognized my footsteps.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hi. Having a good time?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;For sure. Sorry you guys aren&rsquo;t.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I see Bunko open a previously closed eye to look back at us.<br /><br /><br />I feel a bit embarrassed at being called out, &ldquo;No, I&rsquo;m having a good time. Just caught off guard.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;No need to lie, dude. Doesn&rsquo;t matter anyway. I&rsquo;m sure you&rsquo;ll get used to it by the end of the trip.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Are you used to it?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />She just smirks at me, &ldquo;I have my hobbies after work.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />My face flushes, &ldquo;O-oh.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s not as dirty as you&rsquo;re imagining- and don&rsquo;t imagine me like that, you creepy old man!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;W-what!? I wasn&rsquo;t-&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />She cuts me off with a laugh, &ldquo;Look, I know it isn&rsquo;t easy&mdash;typical society and all&mdash;but you gotta let loose a little. Especially here. If you get caught up in something &lsquo;adult,&rsquo; play along with it. You&rsquo;ll have a much better time. Nobody here&rsquo;s gonna judge.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I sigh as I sink into one of the chairs. She&rsquo;s so Arceus-damned right.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll try.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Good enough,&rdquo; she puts her sunglasses back on and pulls out a book. I have no idea where she got it from, &ldquo;Why don&rsquo;t you head to the sauna, Boss. You too Bunko.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko jumps to a kneeling position, &ldquo;Huh? Why me?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />That&rsquo;s the most energetic I&rsquo;ve heard his voice.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Cause you&rsquo;re also a prude. Go.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />She nods her head in the direction of where I assume the sauna is. Bunko and I exchange glances, both of us concerned by the implications of the sauna. I swallow my dignity and stand, dropping my towel and setting it on the chair.<br /><br /><br />Bunko&rsquo;s now sitting cross-legged on his beach towel, eyes wide and face red as he stares at my crotch. <br /><br /><br />&ldquo;C&rsquo;mon, Bunko.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko gulps audibly as he stands, he now stares at the ground, unable to look at anyone as he holds a towel in front of his bulge. I step up to him and take his towel gently. It slides out of his hands easily and I set it on my towel. In Bunko&rsquo;s downward view now are both of our bulges&mdash;inches apart from each other. Neither of us say anything as we process what we&rsquo;re doing.<br /><br /><br />Looking over to Shigeo, she flips a page. I can&rsquo;t see her eyes but I know she saw this.<br /><br /><br />I turn around, &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I speed-walk away and follow the signs to the sauna. I hope Bunko is following me, the awkwardness of that encounter prevents me from looking back. <br /><br /><br />Upon reaching the sauna, I pause in front of it. Behind me, the flopping of flip flops and heavy breathing grows louder before reaching a peak next to me. Bunko has his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Sorry,&rdquo; I pat the slowpoke&rsquo;s back.<br /><br /><br />He stiffens at my touch before carrying on with his heaving. A few moments pass before he finally says something.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;S&rsquo;fine. L-let&rsquo;s just get this over with, yeah?&rdquo; He still can&rsquo;t meet my eyes, opting to stare at the ground instead as per usual.<br /><br /><br />I want to give him an out. Saying &lsquo;let&rsquo;s get this over with&rsquo; is clear evidence that the sauna is not a fun idea for him, but he enters the sauna before I can say anything.<br /><br /><br />I follow him. I have to wonder where this newfound bravery is coming from. Inside, I find him staring up at a sign on the wall. Walking up next to him, he has that embarrassed look on his face again. I read the sign.<br /><br /><br />Nude Only in the Sauna <br /><br /><br />The text is accompanied by simple artwork of male and female genitalia in the style one would expect on a sign. Under that sign is another sign.<br /><br /><br />Make a Mess!<br />Resort Employees are Happy to Clean Any Messes Made in the Sauna<br /><br /><br />To the right of us, a chubby slaking watches us lazily. Despite the desk covering it, the motion of his arms tells me he is masturbating. <br /><br /><br />I swallow my dignity. Fuck it, let&rsquo;s do this. I drop my swimsuit, now naked. Bunko stares at me, his eyes even wider. The slaking&rsquo;s pace quickens. I look around for where to put my swimsuit. There&rsquo;s some lockers but it&rsquo;s stated on a sign those are for personal belongings, not clothing. There&rsquo;s some shelves next to the lockers. There&rsquo;s no numbering or separation and a sign above says to leave and use clothes and swimsuits as you please. I set my swimsuit on the shelf.<br /><br /><br />Bunko is watching me, he still has his swimsuit on. I walk up to him.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Look, Bunko. It&rsquo;s like Shigeo said. If we&rsquo;re going to have any fun while we&rsquo;re here, we have to go along with it.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />After a deep breath, Bunko nods. His legs are shaking. <br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Here,&rdquo; I place my hands over his and pull down. Like ripping off a band-aid.<br /><br /><br />His massive balls flop as they&rsquo;re freed from their enclosure. I cannot help but to stare a bit. It&rsquo;s impressive.<br /><br /><br />I quickly avert my gaze, though, and help him slip his swimsuit the rest of the way off and set it next to mine on the shelf, &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s get going.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />We pass by the employee&rsquo;s counter as we enter the sauna, Bunko covers himself the best he can. The slaking&rsquo;s hand is rapid as he jerks off to us unashamedly. I catch a glimpse of his computer screen before he&rsquo;s too far away. It shows several sauna rooms from above&mdash;security cameras. Of course.<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />Bunko and I sit across from each other. Hot, humid air seeps through my fur and onto my skin. I feel all my muscles slowly relax as the tension seeps out of me. I close my eyes as I rest my head back. Shigeo was right. Even though I feel a hint of embarrassment at being naked in front of Bunko&mdash;purposefully ignoring that and enjoying the sauna without care feels good. I feel great, actually.<br /><br /><br />I peek at Bunko with one eye. He&rsquo;s obviously still tense, his legs are tight together&mdash;which can&rsquo;t be comfortable for someone his size&mdash;as he faces his head away from me but his eyes keep darting between my junk and away. It&rsquo;s like he wants to look but feels he shouldn&rsquo;t.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Bunko, relax.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He stiffens, &ldquo;I-I&rsquo;m relaxed.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re not. Sit like I am, focus on the feeling of the sauna or whatever. Distract yourself from what&rsquo;s stressing you out. It does wonders.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I basically melt into the seat.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Um&hellip; y-you got comfortable real quick, y-you know.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I peek open an eye to look at him again, &ldquo;Yeah, I guess I did&hellip;&rdquo; I lean forward, giving Bunko my full attention, &ldquo;...but I already said it&rsquo;s like Shigeo said: The more we try to resist this place, the worse a time we&rsquo;re going to have. I have to tell you from first hand experience, just going with it is worth it.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I sink backward again, relaxing into the seat. I keep looking at Bunko, who&rsquo;s still in the same tense position.<br /><br /><br />I sigh and lean forward, switching to a more calm and reassuring voice, one I used to use with my nieces and nephews when they were upset, &ldquo;Just close your eyes and take deep breaths. Focus on my voice and do what I say, okay bud?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He nods weakly as he closes his eyes. He slowly untenses as I guide him through his breathing. Slowly he leans back to my command and spreads his legs. Once he seems successfully relaxed, I lean back and relax myself. It&rsquo;s not long until I hear snoring. I smile at managing to make him relax that much.<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />It&rsquo;s been a good while since I managed to calm Bunko down. Luckily, nobody else has entered our sauna. Every once in a while I open my eyes to watch him. He sleeps soundly and I can&rsquo;t help but to admire how peaceful he looks. It&rsquo;s a stark contrast to the ball of nerves I have always known him as. I can&rsquo;t stop my eyes from wandering, they run over his body and face. He looks so soft, so&hellip; cute. My eyes continue to wander until they rest on his balls. They&rsquo;re ginormous and I feel an urge to touch them, fondle them. I want to lick them. I want to press my face into his soft belly and use him as a pillow.<br /><br /><br />What am I thinking? I cannot be thinking that about him. Especially when I&rsquo;m his boss. My attention shifts to my dick&mdash;my throbbing fully erect penis. All twelve inches point into the air as it throbs and a shot of pre shoots out and lands on the floor in front of me.<br /><br /><br />I look back to Bunko and both guilt and arousal fills me. I give my dick a long stroke as I look at him and I gasp at the pleasure running through me. How long has it been since I last came? I cannot even remember. There was just so much work to do.<br /><br /><br />I pump my dick again as I lean back. I suck air through my teeth as my eyes wander over Bunko. I feel like a creep but my lust quickly overpowers that feeling. I pump away as I imagine what it would feel like to touch him, to have sex with him. I fantasize about fucking him here, in my room, his room, the beach, even the geyser. I desperately want to do more than masturbate in front of him while he sleeps but I feel this is all I can do. Even if he wanted to, it would be wrong to indulge in this fantasy.<br /><br /><br />I resort to just masturbating as I observe him, fantasizing. Pre flows from my tip like a fountain and allows my dick to slide easier along my length with the make-shift lube. My breath grows ragged and my eyes lull as I approach climax.<br /><br /><br />Bunko shifts, I pause. He shifts some more, not a typical shift one would have in their sleep. SHIT! I look down to my massive hardon. I quickly cross my legs, hopefully enough to hide it.<br /><br /><br />Bunko rubs his eyes and stretches. He looks around and takes a moment to realize where he is.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Tadeo?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I jump, &ldquo;Hmm? Yup, yeah? W-what&rsquo;s up?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko looks at me, confused. His eyes drift down, then go wide. He&rsquo;s not looking at my crotch, but under one of my legs. He&rsquo;s looking at my dick. Hiding this thing is a nightmare.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;W-well, we&rsquo;ve been here long enough. Let&rsquo;s get going! W-why don&rsquo;t you go first, I&rsquo;ll be right with you!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I smile awkwardly as I wait but the slowpoke stays where he is. His face contorts from embarrassed surprise to a strange serious expression I&rsquo;ve never seen him wear before. He stands and walks up to me, he holds my gaze his whole approach&mdash;yet another thing I&rsquo;d yet to see him do before this. My smile fades as he rests a hand on the bottom of chin and kisses me before I can react.<br /><br /><br />His thick tongue pushes its way inside my mouth&mdash;I let it. I close my eyes as I twist my head and push my own tongue into his mouth. His is a lot thicker than mine, but shorter. I&rsquo;m not sure how long we make out. I feel like a teenager again&mdash;kissing my highschool crush. A warmth runs over my body, I don&rsquo;t want it to end. I run a hand along the back of his head, but as I do he pulls back.<br /><br /><br />Both of our expressions are full of surprise and we&rsquo;re breathing heavily. I open my mouth to say something but Bunko turns and runs out of the sauna.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;B-bunko!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I get up and follow him as best as my aged body can muster. Screw whether it is wrong or right, this resort obviously doesn&#039;t care about something like that. At least for this trip, it can happen. At the sauna entrance I don&rsquo;t see him anywhere. I find where we put our swimsuits but Bunko&rsquo;s is gone. Looking at mine I can see a thick white liquid coating it. I look back to the slaking employee eying me lazily with a dumb smile on his face. Fuck it. I slip it on with a squelch before jogging out the sauna. I head back to our beach spot.<br /><br /><br />Bunko is not there, however Shigeo, Ana, and Carlos are.<br /><br /><br />Shigeo notices me first, &ldquo;Hey, Boss! What happened? Bunko just grabbed his stuff and left.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Uhh- I&rsquo;ll explain later. Where&rsquo;d he go?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Back where we came. Can&rsquo;t say where exactly, though.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Can I borrow your room key?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Shigeo doesn&rsquo;t bat an eye as she pulls a card out of her purse and hands it to me, &ldquo;Go get him, Boss.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />She winks at me and I blush. I turn and speed walk to the resort. She&rsquo;s way too good at reading people.<br /><br /><br />I keep an eye out on my surroundings as I head to Bunko&rsquo;s room. I don&rsquo;t see him. The lock on his room door clicks as I press the card against it. I slip in and close the door behind me as quietly as I can.<br /><br /><br />I hear sniffling come from the bathroom next to me.<br /><br /><br />My voice is gentle as I knock on the door, &ldquo;Bunko?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The sniffling stops. No response.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, bud&hellip; Can I come in?&rdquo; I&rsquo;m met with silence, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not upset with you. I&hellip; uh&hellip; liked it. Why&rsquo;d you run away?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />More sniffles.<br /><br /><br />I turn the handle of the bathroom to find it&rsquo;s unlocked. Inside, Bunko is sitting on the floor of the bathtub with his head between his knees. He stiffens as the door opens so he knows I&rsquo;ve entered. I close the door behind me and step into the bathtub in front of him. For a moment I&rsquo;m unsure of what to do or say, but I settle on rubbing his shoulders. I want to hug him but I feel that may overwhelm him right now.<br /><br /><br />I speak in a gentle voice, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s okay, Bunko. You didn&rsquo;t do anything wrong. I didn&rsquo;t realize it until today, but&hellip; I like you back. Are you okay?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko shifts onto his knees and pulls me into a hug. I stiffen in surprise for a moment before I hug him back, pulling him close.<br /><br /><br />I pet the back of his head as he holds me tightly.<br /><br /><br />After a moment of him crying into my chest, he finally speaks. His voice is muffled by my chest, &ldquo;I&hellip; I had a dream. In the sauna. We&hellip;&rdquo; He pauses for a moment, seemingly to collect his thoughts, &ldquo;... we kissed and then I woke up. I didn&rsquo;t want the dream to end.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I pull him off of my chest and into another kiss. While holding the kiss, I push him to lay on his back and loom over him, our mouths never disconnecting. Only when I feel my hard dick press into his balls do I pull away. My cum-soaked swimsuit now draws my attention.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;The slaking came on my swimsuit. I should clean up before we continue, yeah?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The slowpoke looks hesitant, but shifts and it&rsquo;s clear by his uncomfortable expression that his was cummed on too.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Clean you up too!&rdquo; I chuckle.<br /><br /><br />I stand and begin to undress, but I get a devious idea. I sway my hips a bit&mdash;making a show of it. Bunko stares in awe at me. I finally push the swimsuit down enough for my hard dick to spring free. Poor Bunko is sprayed with my pre-cum.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;W-whoops! Didn&rsquo;t know I was&hellip; uh&hellip; leaking.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I let out an awkward laugh. Bunko licks his lip, taking in a bit of the pre that landed there. My cock drips more just watching that. He finally stands up and imitates my show as he undresses. It&rsquo;s rough and jerky, but I watch him with a gentle smile on my face regardless. I can&rsquo;t help but rub my cock a bit as he goes. Once he&rsquo;s done I kiss him again, briefly this time. He&rsquo;s surprised at first but then his face contorts into a smile&mdash;one of elation and relief.<br /><br /><br />We both step out of the shower, tossing our swimsuits into a corner on the floor. I turn the light on and Bunko turns on the shower. We kiss some more as we wait for the water to heat up. My hands explore his body&mdash;every soft, pillowy inch of it and he does the same to me. I move from kissing his mouth to his neck after we step into the shower. I nip and lick it. He seems to enjoy the danger with my sharp teeth.<br /><br /><br />I growl seductively when he starts playing with my nipples. I thrust my dick under his balls as my hands get revenge on his own nipples. He moans loudly, it seems he&rsquo;s more sensitive there than I am. <br /><br /><br />Despite not wanting to, I manage to pull myself away, panting heavily, &ldquo;L-let&rsquo;s not get too carried away just yet. Got some slaking cum to wash off first.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I push him back against the wall so the water spraying from the shower head above him reaches my crotch. My hand gropes and rubs his nipple as I clean my dick and hips. I turn around once I&rsquo;m thoroughly clean in the front and shake my butt at Bunko.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Clean the back for me?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko&rsquo;s hands reach my butt in an instant. He gropes me as I lean forward, pressing both of my hands against the wall in front of me to give him easier access. His hands leave only my hole untouched as they explore my backend. He cleans me off very quickly, but I decide to give him more time with it. Moans escape my lips&mdash;even if he&rsquo;s not touching my hole, it does feel good to be touched like this.<br /><br /><br />After I give him his time, I turn the both of us around. Reaching around him, I lift his belly so the shower water can reach his crotch. With my other hand I rub, trying to clean him off without the ability to see what I&rsquo;m doing. Bunko gasps and convulses, clearly sensitive to my touch. I rub him until the familiar feeling of slick cum is gone before moving to his ass and hips. I turn him to face me so his backend is hit by the water. His head rests on my shoulder as he leans forward into me. I lean my head on his as I pull him into me, his soft body pressing into mine. I do much the same he did to me but I have much less effort to put in, he&rsquo;d already been mostly washed off when he was doing my ass.<br /><br /><br />I give him a quick peck on the cheek before I turn him back around and slap my dick against his cheek, &ldquo;You ready?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko puts his hands along the wall like I had earlier and lifts his thick tail, which I take as a go-ahead. I wrap an arm around his tail and press my cockhead against his hole. Bunko gasps as he feel&rsquo;s me against him. I press more until the tiniest bit of my tip pushes through. Bunko groans and I feel him clench around me.<br /><br /><br />I put in more pressure, slowly sliding my cock into him. Bunko squirms, gasping and moaning as I stretch his hole.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;So big!&rdquo; He moans.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Need me to go slower, bud?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;F-faster!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I blush, shocked to hear that from Bunko of all people. I lift a leg onto the side of the tub and grab him by his hips, his tail still tucked underneath my arm, before thrusting forward. I reach half of my length and Bunko yelps from the sudden intrusion.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;A-again!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I do as he says, my cock now 3/4ths of the way in him. He gasps and sputters from the pleasure coming from his hole. I pull back slightly as I let loose my strongest thrust yet. It spears into Bunko&rsquo;s guts as my hips smash against his soft ass, rippling it from the impact. He moans loudly and points his head up into the air. I quickly pull out a few inches before slamming back into him. I repeat my motions over and over again, pounding into him like I&rsquo;ve never done before. If he wants rough, I&rsquo;ll give him rough! His head now hangs limply as he rests his forearms against the walls. He sputters and gasps, moaning in ecstasy as I give his hole the beating of a life-time.<br /><br /><br />Unfortunately, as much as I want to keep going until I cum, my old body protests. My thrusts slow as my breathing becomes heavy. My joints complain at all the movement I have been doing today&mdash;especially now&mdash;and I have to pull out. I sit back against the wall behind me as I catch my breath. Bunko looks back at me with worry. He turns off the shower, only now aware that it had been on this whole time.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;You okay?&rdquo; He crouches in front of me.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Phew! I&hellip; I&rsquo;m great! Just&hellip;old. Can&rsquo;t do shit like that for that long anymore.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko looks to the side guiltily, &ldquo;Oh&hellip; sorry.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Hey, you didn&rsquo;t do anything wrong. Here&hellip;&rdquo; I wiggle my hips, making my dick swing back and forth. Bunko&rsquo;s eyes are drawn to it like a hypno&rsquo;s pendulum, &ldquo;have a seat.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko smiles and climbs over me, lining his hole up to my dick. I use a hand to help guide him in. We both gasp and moan as he slips my dick in deeper and deeper. It&rsquo;s much easier this time, taking less than a minute. His balls rest on my belly and I can&rsquo;t help but to reach out and fondle them.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;These things are amazing.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko blushes, &ldquo;T-thanks&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I play with it as he rises and falls on my cock. I grunt with each drop, blissfully taking in every jiggle of his belly and moobs. I run my hands along him, every bit of his body as he bounces. He slowly picks up pace but never gets as fast as I was going. It&rsquo;s a slow loving that I feel suits Bunko better. <br /><br /><br />&ldquo;I-I&rsquo;m close,&rdquo; I moan, struggling to stave off my orgasm.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Mmm!&rdquo; Bunko lowers a hand and stuffs it under his belly. He soon starts making quick movements and I remember he has a dick under there. His rising and falling becomes more stilted over time and his hand moves quicker until I finally cum first. I grab onto Bunko&rsquo;s thighs and shove him down, forcing him to take everything I&rsquo;ve got as deep as I can get it in him. Only a few jets of my cum finds its way inside him before Bunko stiffens and lifts his belly with both hands. Just as I notice his little dick, a shot of cum shoots out of him with such force that it lands on my snout and drips down. I watch in bliss as rope after rope of his cum shoots across my belly and chest and my cock throbs inside of him.<br /><br /><br />Bunko&rsquo;s belly distends slowly. It takes me a moment to realize it&rsquo;s my cum filling his depths. My cock continues to throb inside of him, his belly pushes out more and more before it&rsquo;s only a few inches from my muzzle. My cock still continues to unload inside him, however, the growth of his belly only stopped by the limits of his body. With each pulse of cum, I feel a deluge shoot out of his ass and along my cock and balls. I lose track of how many more shots of cum I unleash inside of him. Even as I finish cumming, Bunko keeps going. Even without being able to see, I feel shot after shot land hotly on my belly, the excess sliding down and landing in the cum now pooling at the bottom of the tub. It seems I may have closed the plug when I sat down. I wait a minute for his cum to end, then five.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Wow, Bunko. You&rsquo;re still going!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />Bunko only grunts through clenched teeth in response. My erection has yet to end due to Bunko&rsquo;s muscles holding me as tight as his clenched teeth and eyes. I watch his red face in awe as I feel two more shots of cum fall to my chest and belly, which I am sure have more cum than fur visible now.<br /><br /><br />I manage to pull out of him despite his tight hold and lean him back, taking a shot of cum to the face for doing so. I can hear his belly slosh and squish to his sides as I lay him onto his back. I watch as my cum pours from his hole and run down the creases between his ass and tail. His own shots now just landing on his tail or the bathtub floor.<br /><br /><br />I get an idea and lean forward, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I take another shot to the face but I&rsquo;m far from upset about that. Shot after salty-sweet shot of cum shoots across my tongue. I swallow as much as I can as I stimulate bunko&rsquo;s dick with the tip of my tongue and my lips. I hear Bunko moan, his voice an octave higher. I imagine he&rsquo;s a bit sensitive right now. Good. I keep going, making him squirm. Luckily, he never stops me.<br /><br /><br />Once my stomach starts to feel a bit too tight, I pull off and start sucking on his balls. WIth my naturally larger mouth, it&rsquo;s an easy task. Cum starts to cover my face, the top of my head, my back. I feel a couple shots reach my butt, even. I&rsquo;m happy to suck on his balls until he finishes. They pull up with each shot, naturally allowing me to pull on them without even moving my arms.<br /><br /><br />After what feels like thirty minutes since he started cumming, the last bit of cum finally drizzles out of his dick. I let go of his balls and sit up. Some of his cum dripped down to my mouth. I lick them off and used my hand to wipe away cum that was dangerously close to my eyes.<br /><br /><br />We both sit there, breathing heavily as we stare at each other. We&rsquo;re now sitting in multiple inches of our cum. I must look like a mess to Bunko&mdash;covered in cum from front to back.<br /><br /><br />Finally, Bunko speaks, &ldquo;That was the most I&rsquo;ve ever came.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;That was the most I&rsquo;ve seen anyone cum.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />He looks to the side, embarrassed, &ldquo;Yeah.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I lean forward and kiss him. <br /><br /><br />He looks back at me with a pleased expression, &ldquo;You should shower.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Care to help?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Gladly.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />Over a month has passed since those two weeks at the resort. Everyone on the team is closer to each other now, just as my higher ups intended. I never thought I would go to a place like that, do things like that&mdash;especially with my coworkers&mdash;but we&rsquo;re better off for it. Bunko is more comfortable with the rest of the office, not social but a margin more comfortable. He moved in with me soon after the resort and we go on dates often. I came to find out he&rsquo;d just spend all day after work watching videos and browsing his laptop. Over and over again, day after day. He wasn&rsquo;t very happy with this routine, so I shook things up a bit. I&rsquo;m glad to have gotten him into some hobbies he enjoys.<br /><br /><br />The rest of the group is generally friendlier with each other, though Jeremy already was. He&rsquo;s mellowed out a bit, had to after I put him in his place a couple times. Sometimes, I still do when he steps out of line. After work and with Bunko&rsquo;s permission, of course.<br /><br /><br />Shigeo brings Bunko, Carlos, and I fishing sometimes. She hangs out with Bunko and I pretty often after work. Apparently, she&rsquo;s Bunko&rsquo;s closest friend now&mdash;besides me&mdash;and I couldn&rsquo;t be happier. He didn&rsquo;t have any friends beforehand which was also a surprise to me. Sometimes she joins us in our&hellip; personal time, and things get a lot more electrifying.<br /><br /><br />Carlos and Ana got together like Bunko and I. I was shocked to hear the news&mdash;they&rsquo;re such polar opposites. I guess that &lsquo;opposites attract&rsquo; saying has merit. Ana likes to talk about their relationship with me&mdash;often for too long at a time. They&rsquo;re very open, apparently, and they have several partners at once almost all the time. It&rsquo;s mostly Ana bringing them in, though despite that poor Carlos gets bent over more often than her. I&rsquo;m always left with an uncomfortable strain in my pants after she&rsquo;s done with her stories that I have to deal with for the rest of the day. Luckily I have Bunko to go home with.<br /><br /><br />&mdash;<br /><br /><br />A knock comes from my door as I work in my office. I&rsquo;m not too busy so I let them in, but stiffen as I realize who it is.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;M-ma&rsquo;am!&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The ninetales struts in like she owns the place&mdash;because she does. She sits in the chair in front of my desk with her legs crossed, inspecting herself in a compact mirror in her hand.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;The resort trip was a great success, don&rsquo;t you think?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I nod. The team seems much happier. Our numbers are up from before, though who can say if the resort is the reason for that or not.<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Then you would not mind it becoming a yearly thing, yes?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I smile and nod, excitement filling my chest, &ldquo;Yes, ma&rsquo;am.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Wonderful. I will make it a company wide thing. Not the whole company will go at once, mind you. Merely teams the size of yours at certain times of the year. I hope your team looks forward to their time again.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I can&rsquo;t help but grin widely, &ldquo;Thank you, boss.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, I&rsquo;m an angel, aren&rsquo;t I?&rdquo; She stands and struts to the door, &ldquo;Farewell, Mr. Bola&ntilde;os. Keep up the good work.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Yes, ma&rsquo;am&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />I smile broadly. I can&rsquo;t wait to tell the team! I can&rsquo;t wait to go back!</span>",
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