It had been a grueling day at school. An algebra test, a biology pop quiz, a difficult lesson in computer coding class, a tough session with his Spanish tutor, and afternoon soccer practice in the blazing heat had Myles completely dead on his feet; by the time the 14 year-old binturong had caught a ride from one of his teammates with a driver’s license, he felt like it was all he could do to keep his eyes open. 

“Catch you later, bud!” Angelo, the 16 year-old cheetah, called as he dropped Myles off in front of his house. 

“See ya!”

Myles watched Angelo back out of the driveway in his third-hand Jeep and disappear down the street, then sighed. At last, after an intense, stupid, rushing whirlwind of a day, he had a moment to catch his breath as he stood on the pavers that led to his front door. 

Birds were chirping, cicadas were growling and humming, a few kids down the street were screaming at each other as they played in a yard, the humid afternoon heat clung heavily to his fur, and the sun was setting low over the swamps and bayous of South Gnarlena. Bulky, gray storm clouds were drawing in on the horizon, hopefully bringing cooling rain with them: it was only April, but it already felt like the whole state was in the muggy, sticky, sweat-coated depths of late summer—Myles would have given anything to jump into a pool or for the storm to get here already and drench him in rain. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about the weather, and he didn’t have anyone to take him to the local rec center for the swimming pool; for now, he’d have to settle for a glass of lemonade. Fortunately, however, he’d made a pitcher a few days ago. If he remembered right, there was just enough left for one last cup. 

His stomach growled. 

“Ugh,” Myles groaned as he looked down at his rumbling belly: It was small and mostly taut with just a little bit of pudge, perfectly healthy for a boy his age thanks to the high metabolic demands of adolescence and after-school sports. While it was nowhere even remotely near the size of his dad’s keg-like musclegut, he still felt like he had the appetite of a full-grown bear like his father. After a day like today, he’d need more than just a glass of lemonade. 
The young binturong trudged inside, letting himself into the house with the key that Joshua had given him.
Cool air conditioning greeted Myles as he stepped through the front door—per Joshua’s instructions, the house thermostat was set to 72 degrees for the day, and would shift to 68 at night. While Myles deposited his backpack and soccer bag in the foyer, he glanced up at the peacock blue walls; gold-framed photos hung together to form a collage. One picture showed an older brown bear sitting on a beach towel with a younger dark gray binturong, both of them in colorful swim trunks; another was of the bear kicking a soccer ball to the binturong while they were at a park; there was one of the binturong who had climbed a tree; another showed the bear sitting at a desk, deep in thought and backlit by his desk lamp; the bear and the binturong were hugging each other close, with the young boy’s head just barely coming up to the tall bear’s midriff; the bear was giving the binturong a piggy-back ride while running on the beach, dashing towards the waves; the binturong was splashing the bear in a pool, both of their faces frozen in mischievous laughter and glee; the binturong was sitting at a table with a birthday cake, 14 lit candles poking out of the buttercream icing while the bear stood behind him with a broad, heavy hand on his shoulder and a proud smile on his face. There were so many more photos, so many more memories…it was hard to believe that Myles and his adoptive father had accumulated so many experiences in only three years, and the young binturong wanted to do so much more. 

Myles had been 11 when Joshua had begun fostering him, and 12 when the bear formally adopted him; up until that point, the binturong had been on his own, being shuffled from couple to couple, family to family, house to house—none of them had been a good fit. There were too many other kids they were looking after already, or too many other responsibilities and they couldn’t take him after all; some of the foster parents simply weren’t ready or were only in it for a government stipend, and some of them were too fanatically religious or downright neglectful. Sooner or later, they all gave him back, turned him away, and forgot about him, abandoning him to the foster care system again and again. 
Not a single one of them had ever put his picture on a wall. Not until Joshua. 

The first photo they’d taken together was in the upper right corner of the collage, but to Myles, that snapshot would always be dead center in his memory. It was the first time they’d gone out for ice cream together; Myles, an anxious 11 year old with barely any hope to hold onto, was wearing a thin, tired smile, while Joshua, a nervous but determined 43 year old with a big heart that had immediately warmed to the boy now in his care, wore a toothy grin as he held up his cone of butter pecan to touch Myles’s cup of Neapolitan. 

“Oh…” Myles had muttered softly after taking his first bite of Neapolitan.

“What’s up?” Joshua had asked as he’d stowed his phone after taking their photo together. 

“Ah, nothing, it’s good…thank you,” Myles had replied defensively as he scraped out another spoonful of Neapolitan. He tried to put on a brave face, even though the vanilla was too chalky, the chocolate too rich, and the strawberry too sweet. But he’d chosen it without tasting it, he thought with three flavors the ice cream would be three times as good, and it was his fault, so he didn’t want to cause any trouble so soon—

But Joshua had picked up on it right away. “It’s okay to be honest, I’m not gonna yell at you or give you back if you don’t like something,” the large bear had told him warmly. He held out his paw, extending his thick pinkie finger. “Pinkie promise.”

Myles, his mouth still full of ice cream he didn’t like, had looked so terrified, so confused. He swallowed and looked at his then-foster dad warily. 

Joshua leaned in, as if conspiring with Myles on a secret. “You know, I saw you also had your eye on the chocolate chip cookie dough. Wanna try that instead?”

The binturong pursed his lips—was this a trick? Was this some kind of game that Joshua was playing? Was he offering up an alternative that Myles might like, but would take it away at the last second or swap it out with something even worse? 

But Joshua was smiling encouragingly, holding himself openly, earnestly…nobody had ever looked at Myles like that before, as if they wholeheartedly believed they were being honest with him… 

In spite of himself and his misgivings earned over years of constantly being beaten down, he took a chance to grip Joshua’s finger with his own pinkie. “Yes, please,” he’d said meekly. 

Hardly believing it, Myles watched Joshua exchange the Neapolitan for chocolate chip cookie dough, and soon the young binturong had discovered his new favorite flavor of ice cream. Joshua had taken another picture of the moment and offered to delete the first one with the Neapolitan, but Myles had requested to keep it—that was where he and Joshua had begun.

And now three years later, the walls of the foyer showed how far they had come. It had taken work—so much work in a therapist’s office every Wednesday afternoon, continuous conversations, the little interactions that happened throughout each day, the occasional adventure for something fun, and the late-night heart-to-heart chats—but in his heart, Myles now looked at the bear as if he were the only father he’d ever known. And in the time they’d been together, Joshua had never given Myles a reason to doubt that he loved the cub as his own son. They were practically connected at the waist, viewing themselves as much of a family unit as the other families in their street—maybe more so, considering how close they’d become and how they had bonded in their own special way.

It had started innocently enough; after Myles turned 13, he’d begun a “curious” phase. His eyes lingered on Joshua longer than they used to when the bear casually took his shirt off after coming home from a long day at work: Myles started getting physically closer with Joshua, taking opportunities to sit right by him on the couch when they were watching television or hang out in his bedroom when Joshua wanted to stretch out and relax; and he’d developed a habit of walking around the house without pants or without a shirt, as if exhibiting himself for Joshua. 

The real catalyst for everything came when the curious binturong had repeatedly snuck into his father’s en-suite bathroom and peaked through the fogged glass doors of Joshua’s shower stall, watching the tall, broad bear wash himself under the steaming shower head. Joshua caught him out of the corner of his eye from the start—Myles‘s dark gray fur contrasted starkly against the white subway tile of his bathroom. The first six times, Joshua simply ignored him and carried on with his shower while Myles watched him. On the seventh time, Joshua realized what was going on…and he could identify with the binturong. He probably felt confused and curious about Joshua’s body, about his own body, wanting to understand the tingling feeling in his groin and be closer with the massive mountain of man who had taken the youngster under his wing…and possibly do more. Myles’s cute little hands always felt so good when he held onto Joshua’s big paws, and the bear had to admit some curiosity of his own about how the binturong’s mitts would feel exploring other areas. So, rather than tell the kid to get out, Joshua decided to take the plunge. 

“It’s okay to join me in here if you want…son,” Joshua had said, doing his best to balance his tone between inviting, nonchalant, hopeful, and impartial. He hadn’t wanted to put any pressure on the cub, but his heart had nearly jumped in his throat with delight when he recognized the silhouette of Myles slowly shucking off his clothes and approaching the shower stall. When they were both under the hot water, Joshua pulled Myles in for a hug, simply holding the naked cub against his nude form for a while before eventually taking up the soap and washing his adopted son from head to toe, then allowing Myles, excitedly grinning the whole time, to do the same for him.  

From there, the two of them had expanded their naked bonding time; they’d migrated from the shower to the bed to the living room sofa to the backyard, simply cuddling and touching and talking. Often they settled into one of two positions: either Joshua would recline on his back and Myles would lie on top of his belly so they were stomach to stomach, or Joshua would sit up and hold Myles in his lap, allowing the cub to sit astride one of his legs or settle on top of his groin. The two of them bonded this way nearly every day, simply being naked together as father and son. Joshua allowed and encouraged Myles to explore and ask questions about anything, from his worries about getting on the soccer team to his curiosity about his dad’s Prince Albert piercing. And Myles, in turn, listened to his father’s lessons about his body, how to be a man, and what it meant to be family. He enjoyed the attention he received under Joshua’s large hands, from the rubbing on his back and thighs to the gentle kneading on his rump and tender cradling of his pubescent balls and penis, both so much smaller than the thick, girthy package between the bear’s legs. 

“Oh, oh no,” Myles had groaned, flustered as he hid his face in embarrassment the first time he had sprung an erection in Joshua’s hand. When they started undressing at first, Myles had known that he would probably get a stiffy—had even wanted it, on some level. But he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. All the same, while Myles sat in Joshua’s lap, the young boy‘s cock almost immediately rose to attention from the giant bear’s lazy rubbing while fingering the binturong’s foreskin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“Hey…sshhh…it’s okay, it’s nothing to worry about…you’re okay, I got you,” Joshua had crooned as he drew the boy up in a warm hug and cradled him against his vast belly. He paternally rubbed Myles’s back while he felt the cub’s small, hard cock prod against his stomach. Myles shuddered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he had leaned into the embrace further. “Do you want to stop?” the bear had asked after a few minutes of simply rocking back and forth with the young binturong still clutched in his arms. 

“…No,” came the soft reply, muffled as Myles held his face against the bear’s musclegut.
Slowly, Joshua had let his fingers trail down along Myles’s back until they slipped under his long tail.

“How’s this?” 

Myles had shivered, but he nodded into Joshua’s stomach. “It’s good.”

The bear gently squeezed and eased up on Myles’s upper buttocks, then squeezed again. “Want me to keep going?”

“Uh-huh,” came the muffled small voice from Joshua’s midsection.  
  
His fingers crept into the cleft between Myles’s cheeks and slid along downward, until Joshua was lightly rubbing around the tight puckered rim of Myles’s virginal hole in small circles. Myles gasped and shifted in his seat, as if pushing himself slightly down on the large fingers teasing him, but Joshua kept steadily rubbing around his hole, massaging along his taint, and softly teasing and touching the back of his little balls and scrotum, all in an effort to encourage the youngster to relax. Soon Myles breathed easier and actually felt like he’d begun to melt against the big bear supporting him, even though his teenage cock was nowhere near relaxed—but Myles didn’t mind that so much anymore. 

“Atta boy, you’re doing great,” Joshua had told him as they resettled into position after Myles had recovered; they sat on the living room floor, with Myles facing Joshua as he sat between the bear’s tree trunk-like legs that formed a pen on either side of the young boy. Joshua seemed to loom over him, a massive wall of fur and muscle with a kind smile. “How about you get more comfortable with mine, then we see how you’re feeling?” Joshua had suggested, glancing down at the hefty pole between his own legs. Myles had nodded and leaned forward, but paused, hesitant; Joshua, wanting to help, proffered a large hand, into which Myles gratefully placed his paw. “It’s okay, I can show you how,” Joshua had told him kindly as he guided Myles’s hand forward and downward until the young binturong’s palm was flush against the musky, veiny, broad, hot shaft between the bear’s legs. Joshua simply kept Myles’s hand in place for a while, helping his son touch him, and in that safe space, the two smiled at each other in silent communion in a way that only fathers and sons could. 

Touching his dad’s cock grew to be one of Myles’s favorite activities when the two of them bonded like this. He especially loved pressing his small feet into Joshua’s crotch, rubbing the soft beans of his paw pads on the warm, sensitive shaft. His father always chuckled, smiled, and closed his eyes  appreciatively when he sandwiched his dick between his soles. Whenever he held his feet against Joshua’s swelling shaft, Myles, wide-eyed with youthful awe, always reveled in how he could feel the repetitive, drumming throb of the bear’s pulse—the steady beat of his father’s life and love—in the enormous chubbing erection under his little paw pads. 

Sometimes, though, he would get a little mischievous. For instance, Myles, giggling impishly, would use his toes to toy with the thick ring of Joshua’s Prince Albert protruding from his urethra, or would tug on it in a teasing rhythm with his fingers—Joshua would squirm and chuckle, but he never admonished the boy for his antics. To his credit, Myles just couldn’t help it; the metal of the captive bead ring was so warm and heavy, and there was something so stirring about the sight of his father’s piercing extending up from the depths of his penis, pushing past his urethral lips, forming a perfect circle of hard steel in contrast to the natural flesh of his body, and curving back into the tight hole in the dead center of Joshua’s frenulum that Myles wanted one of his own. While Joshua would say “Maybe when you’re older” every time Myles voiced his desire, the bear did eventually get his son a silver anklet as a substitute token of their bond (and, to Myles, a step closer to truly being like his father). 
    
He spent so much time simply tracing along the prominent thick veins, the outward bulge on the underside of the shaft, the broad-domed helmet head, and the corona of Joshua’s glans with his fingers; Myles memorized every meaty inch of detail from the tip of the wide head down to the girthy, fur-sheathed base, as if creating a mental map of his father’s length (which was practically as long as one of Myles’s forearms and thick enough that the cub couldn’t even fully wrap both hands around it). He delighted in reaching farther down and feeling the weight and heft of Joshua’s enormous testicles between his gargantuan thighs, sometimes imagining that he had been just a little nut, a little load of pure sperm, resting safely in his father’s balls before Joshua spurted him out into the world to love and raise. And all the while, Joshua would let his son snuggle up with him to explore his body and talk with him about anything and everything that came to mind. Myles quickly grew comfortable with Joshua’s own exploring fingers that sought out his nooks and crannies, from his armpits and crevices between his little toes to the cub’s belly button and the tight, warm interiors of his rectum and foreskin; Joshua spent hours simply getting more and more intimately familiar with the small mushroom head he gently rolled between his massive fingers, the pubescent shaft that bounced in his hand as he stroked it, and the plump, grape-sized nuts he delicately fondled. He loved feeling every inch of Myles’s developing body, subtly seeking out the changes of adolescence happening within him, on the lookout for signs of growth in the lithe cub who looked up to him so adoringly. 

During those times together, there was nothing else in the world; just father and son, knowing each other, exploring each other, loving each other, sharing themselves and becoming one. 
While the photos on the wall of the foyer didn’t show any of Myles and Joshua’s special bonding activities—especially after they progressed from cuddling to kissing to Joshua giving Myles his first blowjob to the bear teaching his cub how to masturbate to everything they did beyond that—they were evidence enough of how close the two of them had become. 

But as much as Myles loved looking at the foyer photos his dad had taken to chronicle their journey together, and as much as he loved thinking about his bonding time with Joshua, his stomach was dominating his attention even more. So without further ado, the young binturong made a beeline for the kitchen, stripping down as he went and leaving a trail of sweaty, grass-stained soccer clothes in his wake. By the time he arrived in front of the fridge, he was down to just his white briefs. He pulled his underwear down to his ankles and stepped out of the elastic waistband, now completely naked, before he opened the stainless steel double doors to let a chilly blast of air blow over him. 
“Ooooh,” he groaned with a shiver. His dick, which had been at a drooping semi in the muggy heat, shriveled and shrank back even further in his foreskin in the cold, and his testicles drew up tight to the warmth of his natural body heat; his package was a tight little bundle between his legs, but the young teen didn’t care—the immediate coolness he felt from the fridge was all that mattered. That, and the refreshments waiting for him within. 

After taking a solid minute to just bask in the chilled air, Myles focused on the task at hand and reached in for his supplies, pulling out the pitcher of lemonade, a pack of sliced turkey, a tomato, a bag of cheese slices, and the jars of mayonnaise and mustard. He dug the bread and a bag of chips out of the pantry, and in a few minutes he’d assembled a sandwich to go along with his lemonade. He didn’t even sit down at the kitchen table, he was too hungry; the binturong chugged the cooling lemonade and scarfed down his snack ravenously, leaving nothing behind but a few crumbs on his plate. After practically inhaling a few fistfuls of chips, Myles finally began to feel like he was getting back to normal. He belched, then put the ingredients away, left the bag of chips on the table, and deposited the empty lemonade pitcher and his plate in the sink before he began his afternoon walkthrough of the house. 

Kitchen, living room, bathroom, office, guest room, his bedroom (his bed still made from the last time he’d slept in it nearly 10 months ago) and bathroom, and finally Joshua’s master suite (the enormous bed still unmade from when Myles had slept in it last night, just as he had slept in it every night for the past 10 months)—everything looked in order, just as he’d left it that morning. The only thing missing was his dad. 

Joshua had been away for the past three days for a work trip he couldn’t get out of. He was just a 2-hour flight away, and the two of them texted every day, but to Myles it still felt like Joshua was on the other side of the world. 

“You’re sure you’re okay being on your own, Squirt?” Joshua had asked one last time before he dropped Myles off for school. They were sitting in Joshua’s truck, which he’d drive to the airport after Myles got out. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” the young binturong replied confidently—he wanted to do his best to make Joshua happy and proud. 

The bear watched him, a shadow of concern on his face, but still smiling. “Alright…what are the rules?”

“Thermostat, no parties, and keep the house in one piece,” Myles rattled off.

“And?”

“Aaaaaand…um…”

“Curfew, young man.” Joshua’s tone was playfully stern, hamming up the role of an overbearing dad while he grinned. 

“Oh! Asleep by 10.”

Joshua nodded approvingly. “Alright. Then I’ll see you in a few days.”

Myles smiled. “Try not to have too much fun without me.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Myles started to reach for the door handle.

”Hey, I love you,” Joshua said, making Myles pause. 

“I love you, too!” Myles replied, caught between saying goodbye and not wanting to be late for school.

But Joshua wasn’t done. Myles sitting in the seat next to him was just irresistible. “C’mere, Squirt,” he rumbled, grabbing the nape of the young binturong’s neck and pulling him in for a side hug; he shoved his snout against Myles’s cheek and began rapidly kissing the side of his face and growling in his ear, peppering the binturong with smooches and practically munching his son’s cheek. “Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm!”

“Daaaaad!” Myles giggled and pleaded—he could see his classmates through the truck windows, they were going to notice!

“What, I can’t give my kid some sugar before I go?!” Joshua quipped. Before Myles could stop him, he quickly opened his mouth and sloppily licked the cub’s cheek. “Helps that he tastes so good, too! I just love my boy so muuuuuuch!”

Myles squirmed and pushed at Joshua, but only half-heartedly—he was laughing the whole time.
That had been three days ago. Over the following days, Myles had ridden a wave that crested at the joy of independence before rolling down to a trough of withdrawn moodiness and even a little anxiety. Of course the stress of his recent schoolwork and extracurricular activity was going to wear him down, but he didn’t have Joshua there to support him, to listen to his woes, to celebrate his triumphs and commiserate his failures with him. For all he knew, Joshua could have simply used the work trip as a cover for the real reason he went out of town and left Myles alone for the first time: he was abandoning the boy. 

Rationally, Myles knew that couldn’t be true; Joshua had given him his flight information and told him he’d be back as soon as he could, and they’d been texting every day while he was away. He knew his dad was coming home tonight, and that Joshua had ended every text conversation they’d had with “miss u & luv u squirt”. But still, there was that nagging question that had been eating away at the back of Myles’s mind for the past three days: What if…? 

But even if Joshua had suddenly decided to dump him, Myles still had a mountain of homework to get through. Grumbling to himself as he finished his inspection of the house, he padded back to the foyer to grab his backpack. He carried it to the kitchen table, where he set himself up with his textbooks and notebook. After grabbing a glass of water, positioning the bag of chips nearby, and setting his phone to silent mode so he could focus without any distractions, the teen set to work. 

His pencil scratched across the paper of his notebook as he solved Algebra equations.

The sky gradually darkened as the sun dropped lower towards the horizon and the storm clouds outside gathered in closer. Myles moved on to translating paragraphs of Spanish when the rain began drizzling, and the gentle pitter-patter became a downpour by the time he started penning his answers to the biology questions he’d been assigned. As he worked, Myles would occasionally much on some chips and drink his water. Thunder rolled as dusk turned to early night, and frogs and crickets were audibly croaking amid the storm outside while Myles read the first six chapters of Plutarch in the Clouds for his literature class, occasionally underlining memorable and significant sentences. Outside the window was completely dark, and the glass panes were splattered with rain when he at last closed his textbooks and put his school supplies away for the night. Myles yawned and rubbed his eyes before he finally checked his phone to see that Joshua had sent him a string of messages over the course of the evening:

6:34 PM: Just wrapped up my last meeting, heading to the airport soon! How was school? 

6:53 PM: Bad news, my flight got delayed because of bad weather. I’m really sorry Squirt. I’ll let you know as soon as I get more info. Is it raining back home? 

7:18 PM: Just realized you’re probably doing homework. I’m going to try one of these nap pods at the airport. Hopefully I can squeeze into one! Miss u & luv u squirt. 

8:02 PM: More room in there than I thought, it was pretty comfy! Got an update, should be departing in about 45 minutes. 

8:56 PM: Boarded and about to take off. Can’t wait to see you soon! Love you tons. 

Myles fired off a quick reply—even though Joshua wouldn’t get the message until he landed, he wanted his dad to have something waiting for him when he touched back down. 

9:22 PM: Awesome, hope you have a safe flight! School was ok, really busy. Just finished homework. Yeah, been getting a ton of rain here. Love you too!

He groaned as he stretched, then scooted his chair back and finally stood from the table. He hummed to himself and absently scratched his belly, mirroring what Joshua would do when making a decision—then, his mind made up, Myles gathered up his backpack, soccer bag, and the clothes he’d left scattered throughout the house and deposited them all in his room, putting his bags next to his bookshelf and the dirty clothes into his laundry basket. He then padded to the master bedroom, where he took a shower in the cavernous glass-enclosed stall, washing away the grime of the day. Myles closed his eyes, imagining that Joshua was in the shower with him, washing his back before scrubbing his front, kissing the top of his head, holding him tightly under the steaming water…a deep ache welled up in the young binturong, a stabbing pang of hope that his father would return to him soon. 

Myles sighed as he shut off the shower, and he dried himself off. His fur light and fluffy now, he made his way back to the living room, where he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels until he came across a soccer game. He settled back on the couch while he watched.

“And Legate passes to Marthaler, it’s a wide pass but Marthaler keeps it in line. He’s had issues with his ankle, but it looks like he’s in good form today,” one of the commentators was saying.
“I talked with him the other day, and he said he was feeling really well-rested and eager to get back into form,” another commentator took up while the soccer players moved the ball down the field. Myles yawned as the commentator continued, “He’s had a rough year, first that head-butting incident with Valdez, then getting traded out to Fordston Lightning in exchange for Tommy Debesque—”

“Man, getting traded out for a guy like Debesque has got to be a blow to your ego! I’m really impressed with the amount of emotional resilience that Marthaler has to have, I know I’d be completely off my game…”

The commentary droned on and on, devolving into a background hum as Myles’s eyelids grew heavier…and heavier…he lay on his side on the couch, just barely keeping an eye open…the rain outside was so loud and mixed with the white noise on the TV, lulling him to sleep…

———

The couch was so warm and comfortable.

No…it was firmer…cradling him…and swaying…and warm breath was rolling over him…and something was gently pressing into him, under his tail, subtly nudging his still-developing prostate.

Myles groaned softly and opened his eyes—the house was dark, but there was just enough ambient light for him to see he wasn’t in the living room anymore. Instead, he was being carried down the hallway, and he realized he was nestled against Joshua’s bare, fur-covered chest; he was finally home and carrying Myles to bed.

“Dad!” The word was out of Myles’s mouth in an instant, and he pressed himself hard against Joshua’s chest in a hug.

“Hey, Squirt,” Joshua said soothingly, squeezing his arms around his son for a moment before he continued padding down the hall. “Miss me?”

“Yeah, a lot,” Myles mumbled as he kept himself pressed against Joshua’s pecs. He loved when his father carried him like this; the small binturong fit perfectly into the crook of one of Joshua’s arms, while the bear skillfully wrapped his other arm around Myles’s legs in a way that his butt rested in Joshua’s broad paw, and Joshua had slipped a finger past the tight rim of his son’s puckered hole, stretching the little ring of muscle as he worked his digit back and forth and side to side.

“Aw, I missed you, too,” Joshua said lovingly. He squeezed Myles close to him as he continued down the hall, the rain loud on the roof. “So glad to be home and back with you, Squirt.”

Myles, stimulated by the finger in his ass, was still so tired that he failed to stifle a yawn. “Wha—what time is it?” he asked groggily, rubbing his eyes while Joshua kept gently, intimately rubbing the soft inner lining of his rectum.

“Way past your bedtime…and mine, too, come to think of it.” Joshua stepped into the master bedroom, where Myles saw he’d already dumped his suitcase and all of his clothes, meaning the bear was as naked as the binturong. “Alright, in we get,” Joshua groaned as he lunged for the bed and tumbled onto the mattress with Myles still cradled in his arms. The boy grunted and squealed as Joshua practically rolled on top of him. Joshua crouched low over the youngster, hovering just above him as he leaned in for a kiss on the lips.

The first time they had kissed in bed together, Myles had been the one lying on top of Joshua. After an afternoon of naked bonding time, it had felt right for the two of them to make their way to Joshua’s bedroom and crawl into the giant bed. There, Joshua had pulled Myles up onto his chest and stomach, looked into the boy’s eyes, and asked if there was anything special he wanted to try.

“Do…you think you could teach me…how to kiss?” the binturong had asked tentatively while his fingers fidgeted with Joshua’s fur. 

Joshua had grinned. “Oh yeah. First lesson: you’ve gotta get closer,” he said as he planted his hands on Myles’s back and pulled the boy even closer. The tips of their noses brushed against each other, and Myles shivered in anticipation. 

“Then you look deep into their eyes,” Joshua said softly, his bright blue-eyed gaze connecting with Myles’s green irises. The two of them held steady for a moment; Myles rose and fell slightly with the expansion and contraction of Joshua’s chest and stomach under him; the bear’s steamy breath puffed from his half-open mouth and over his son’s lips; the binturong lay his palms on his father’s collarbone for support.

“And then you just have to…” Joshua trailed off as he held a large paw on the back of Myle’s head to push him forward…but Myles didn’t need much encouragement. The boy instinctively tilted his head to the side so his small muzzle locked into place with Joshua’s enormous maw.

The bear’s lips were so warm, so plump, so…dextrous and electrifying as they pressed against Myles’s own. Myles moaned and closed his eyes when he felt Joshua’s huge tongue slide across his lips, and he eagerly opened his mouth to admit it. He suckled on the moist muscle that pressed in between his lips and easily held down his own tongue while Joshua explored the inside of his muzzle. Humid, heavy breath and saliva passed between them as they tasted each other’s tongues; Myles clung tightly to Joshua’s massive shoulders while the bear gently slid his paw down the cub’s back until he was cupping and groping his butt, squeezing the cheeks effortlessly. 

Myles didn’t know how much time passed as he and Joshua kissed, nor did he care. He squirmed and subtly writhed against his father’s stomach, his erection stiffening and grinding into the broad belly; Joshua simply chuckled as he continued kissing Myles and holding him down against his torso. Their heads rolled from side to side, trying different angles as Myles lapped over Joshua’s teeth and Joshua slid his tongue deeper to tickle Myles’s throat. Myles clenched his fingers, raking them through Joshua’s fur; the bear growled and possessively patted the binturong’s rump, grabbing it as if he alone owned it.

Eventually Joshua leaned his head further back, pulling away from Myles, who panted in exhilaration, his whole body tingling. Joshua smiled and cupped his son’s chin.

“How about that? My boy’s a natural kisser,” he mused proudly.

Myles could only grin—Joshua smirked, then grabbed the sides of Myles’s face to hold him still, and with his huge tongue, sloppily licked from the tip of the binturong’s muzzle all the way over his eyes and forehead, slicking his fur back with drool.

“Mmf! Daaaad!” Myles groaned playfully.

Joshua laughed and wiped the spit from his son’s face with his palm. “Hehe, that’s my boy. Wanna do some more, Squirt?”

“Uh-huh!”

From kissing—where Joshua helped Myles practice and perfect his technique—the two of them were excited enough to move on to other areas of interest. It didn’t take long for Myles and Joshua to end up on their sides in a 69 position, with Myles’s face directly in front of Joshua’s thick semi and Joshua delicately rubbing his son’s small, stiff cock between his fingers.

“You don’t have to do anything if you—oh!—don’t want to,” Joshua said supportively as he felt Myles reach forward and press his hands around the base of his girthy shaft.

“No, I…I just wanna see what it tastes like,” Myles replied, scooting in closer. The rich, musky, salty, sweaty, semi-sweet scent of Joshua’s arousal flooded his nostrils, and he licked his lips. He rubbed his nose against the underside of the head, just under the hole for Joshua’s Prince Albert; the bear shuddered at the sensation of the cub’s cool, wet nose nuzzling his warm cock, and Myles inhaled deeply, getting a full, heavy whiff of the enticing aroma. He sighed contentedly, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. Then, before he could even think of chickening out, Myles opened his mouth and licked along the underside of the bulging shaft towards the base.

If the smell had been good, the taste had been divine. Myles adored the pungent flavor of full grown male on his tongue, the hints of sweat and concentrated musk were intoxicating. The cock itself was like smooth, silky butter, and Myles loved that it twitched as he licked.

“That’s perfect. You can keep licking like that, if you want,” Joshua had said encouragingly.
And of course, Myles had wanted to. He lapped at the shaft and head like ice cream, starting with long, slow, methodical licks to help the bear grow to full mast. He planted kisses around the glans and frenulum, all the way down to the base—there was no way he was able to get his mouth around the broad head, but Myles worked hard licking, kissing, nibbling, stroking, and tugging his father’s erection, coaxing appreciative grunts and sighs from Joshua. 

“Yeah, that’s a good spot…use a little bit of teeth, but not biting—yeah, just like that…side to side, you’re getting it…right under the head is really sensitive, so use your tongue there…that’s right, very good…mmf…some squeezing there is…yeah, that’s the way. Atta boy…” Joshua peppered in tips and tricks for his son to use, intermittently stroking Myles’s cock and suckling on his juvenile testicles like small dumplings, which, in turn, elicited grunts and groans of pleasure from the boy whose face was planted in his crotch. Eventually, Joshua felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, with that familiar pressure, warmth, and electrifying tingle building up in his loins. “Oooh, you’re gonna make me cum,” Joshua grunted, doing his best to keep control until the last second…but he wasn’t sure he would last much longer. “Might wanna move…”

Either Myles didn’t hear his father, or he had other ideas—either way, when Joshua inevitably came, hot white ropes of spunk spurted all over the young binturong’s face, coating Myles’s muzzle in a thick, goopy mess while a few powerful shots landed in his eagerly open mouth. Joshua bellowed and roared as his orgasm shook him to his core, and he held on tight to his son’s legs for support as he rode through the high of his climax. Shot after shot of cum blasted out of his urethra with each pulsing throb, splattering over Myles before the flow abated, forming a gooey trail of semen from the young binturong’s face to the stains on the bedspread to the glazed ring of Joshua’s Prince Albert and the oozing globs of cum that drooled out of him. The bear’s roars eventually settled into growls and low rumbles as he recovered, and it took a moment for Joshua to regain his senses. Panting, he looked down at Myles, who was coughing and trying to clean his face—it looked like he’d been hit with a cannon.

“Oooh…oh, Squirt, I’m sorry, c’mere,” Joshua crooned and grunted as he flipped Myles rightside up and pulled him in close. There were no towels at hand, so the bear did the next best thing—he began licking his son’s face, his tongue lapping up as much of his own semen as he could get, as if he was licking fresh honey straight from the honeycomb. “Didn’t mean…to hit you…with so much,” he said between licks.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Myles grunted—he swallowed the lingering dregs of musky, salty, semi-sour cum in his mouth. “It was a lot of fun, actually.”

“Yeah? You enjoyed that?” Joshua asked before licking one last glob from his son’s cheek. He rubbed his paw over Myles’s face again to try drying him off, but his saliva clung to the cub’s fur—Myles didn’t seem to mind, though.

“Uh-huh! You taste really good…and I really liked what you were doing with me,” the youngster replied. “And…I do want to do more with you, Dad.”

Joshua’s heart fluttered, and he smiled down at his son. “We’ve got plenty more to do, and tons of time to do it,” he said, folding his arms around Myles and drawing him in closer for a tight cuddle. Myles squirmed to get comfy as he settled in against Joshua’s chest before the bear yawned and continued, “You did great for a first time…”

And it was the first time of many. So many different positions, experiences, explorations, all in the bed that the two of them shared, that the two of them were in tonight yet again. 

After a deep kiss, Joshua loomed over Myles again, gazing down at the cub under him. “How was it being the man of the house while I was away?”

Myles shrugged. “It was alright, nothing too exciting. I missed you a lot, though.”

Joshua smiled sympathetically and cradled the side of Myles’s face, cupping the little cheek in his large, shovel-like palm. “Aw, I missed you, too—I wish I could’ve stayed here or brought you along. But I’m here, I’m back…I’m always going to be here for you…”

Myles nodded, understanding the angle his father was getting at. He wasn’t going to abandon him, he wasn’t going to simply dump him or give him away—in the warmth of the bear’s paw against his face, Myles could feel the love radiating from Joshua, the dedication and devotion, the need to protect and nurture, to guide and support.

After another moment, Joshua began shuffling backwards on the bed. “You know, I think I’m going to have to reward you for keeping the place in one piece while I was gone,” he quipped, lowering himself under Myles’s pelvis. 

He grasped his son’s ankles in his large hands and hoisted them up, raising his legs to expose his ass, and Joshua leaned in closer so his large, wet nose bumped against the button of Myles’s ass. Myles quivered when he felt the warm breath puff over his hole and the moist tongue lick along his taint and around his sphincter. He wanted to lean back and simply submit to the huge bear, to let his father eat him out, to let Joshua slide his tongue inside and slurp on his ass and press on his prostate, to be noisily and sloppily devoured…but as Joshua’s rimming began in earnest, and as his own cock began twitching from the stimulation, Myles found a stronger desire bubbling up within him, a desire that had to be given a voice, a desire that had be acted upon.

“D-Dad?” Myles began meekly.

“Mmm?” Joshua wordlessly replied, his snout buried between his son’s cheeks.

“Can…can we not, for tonight?”

Joshua paused, then slowly pulled away from Myles’s ass and gently lowered the binturong’s legs. Even in the gloom of the dark bedroom, Myles could see the concern on his father’s face. “Everything okay, Squirt?”

Myles sighed. “Yeah…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I didn’t want to do anything with you,” he said as he pushed himself up on his elbows to better look at Joshua. “I love doing stuff with you, but…”

The bear nodded understandingly. “No, it’s alright, I get it, champ,” he said, patting Myles’s leg. “Is there anything you want to do instead?”

“Can you just…hold me?”

Joshua’s brow furrowed for a second in confusion, then he smiled warmly as he realized what Myles was asking for. “Oh! Sure thing, Squirt, c’mere.”

Myles scooted up in the bed towards the pillows as Joshua sidled up alongside him. The bear settled into a spooning position and tucked his enormous arms around the small form he embraced. They wriggled under the covers, getting warm and cozy as Myles pushed himself further into Joshua’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his torso with each breath. Joshua stroked his son’s head for a few minutes while his other hand rested at the base of Myles’s throat, and Myles could feel his father’s thick cock twitching subtly between his legs. He scooted back and down on Joshua’s groin, his tail languidly brushing from side to side along the bear’s thigh, and the fur of his head rustled with every steamy exhale from Joshua. 

“You’re alright, cubby,” Joshua murmured as Myles, drowsy, let his eyes close and began to drift off. “I’m here…Daddy’s got you…”