Rupert turned his body, moving his shoe-shod foot paws out from under the table. He leaned over to untie them, only to pause when he heard Kyle. 

“Uh… I could do that. You know… You old men and your backs and all…” Kyle implored, ears perked upward and a meek, but hopeful, smile on his muzzle. 

Rupert sat back in the chair, resting his arm back on the table. He chuffed, “Don’t see a reason why I wouldn’t let you.” Rupert leaned toward the table, resting his head against his hand, supporting himself against it. “So… You’re really into the foot thing, huh?” Rupert wondered aloud, watching as Kyle sat to the floor between Rupert and the bed. “I always thought it was a stereotype.” Rupert followed, musing.

Kyle sat with his legs spread, his father’s feet between them. He suddenly felt extra naked, realizing he was still only wearing boxer briefs, while Rupert was fully dressed. Though, from the seat, Kyle could see up the leg of those baggy basketball shorts and easily make out…

Kyle moved his paws to the huge shoes, untying each, then starting to unlace them, re-focusing on the task at hand. 

“I mean… Yeah. Pouch boys, feet, all that stuff… yeah, it’s like a stereotype. But like…” Kyle looked up, while his paws kept working. Both shoes untied, but now the time-consuming task of loosening the laces far enough down the extended shoe to free the foot within. “But like… There’s guys into foot fetish stuff in every species right? Just because the stereotype is wrong that every roo is into it…” He pulled Rupert’s right shoe free, finally, exposing the damp, socked paw within. “Doesn’t mean that some of us aren’t.” 

“Mmm, that’s fair.” Rupert nodded. A soft chuckle escaped him as Kyle eyed the socked foot a little too long before getting to loosening the laces of the other shoe. Rupert moved the foot up, resting his heel on Kyle’s thigh, pressing the toes and ball of his foot to Kyle’s chest. “Certainly aren’t a pouch boy though… Wish you’d give Nicole more slack.”

Kyle wasn’t quite listening. Not consciously. He heard the words, sure. But his mind was elsewhere. Kyle’s hands froze when Rupert’s foot raised, when the heel rested on his thigh, and the sole pressed to him. It was beyond a dream, it was heaven. Finally, Kyle broke his frozen state with a shiver. A full ten seconds passed after Rupert’s statement, before Kyle finally looked back up and responded. 

“… I’m not, for sure. And… I believe you. I want to … know more, I guess. But I don’t think I’ll ever be a pouch boy. Not after how she’s been, with Paul, and his kids, and…” Kyle narrowed his eyes, then looked back down to the shoe. He resumed loosening the laces, chuffing. “I’ll try to do better.”

“That’s all I ask.” Rupert replied, while his second shoe was taken off. With both socked feet free, Rupert placed the second with the first. His heel on Kyle’s other thigh, sole up along Kyle’s torso. Two huge feet covering Kyle from hip to lower chest. “So you like feet… and… giving oral sex.” Rupert chuffed, folding his arms over his chest. Then the boomer grinned, sitting back proper in the chair. “You probably get that from me too. Wasn’t your mother, for sure.” Kyle tried to respond, but he was silenced when Rupert’s foot pushed against his son. “And the… don’t shower thing?” Rupert asked, once again deep in uncharted territory. 

Kyle’s train of thought instantly derailed. He looked up from the feet- having enjoyed their touch, their heat, and the teases of their scent a little too much. He was acutely aware that his underwear-tenting arousal must have been noticed by Rupert. 

“It’s not like… don’t shower ever or anything.” Kyle chuffed, doing his best to smile while he continued, “My dad showed me how to bathe like a good boomer. But like… dudes just smell nice.” Kyle shrugged, then began running his hands up and down the tops of Rupert’s paws. “Like… it’s kind of hot when a dude’s worked hard and is sweaty. It’s real like… manly.”

“I see…” Rupert rumbled, nodding a little. Then he paused in shock, watching Kyle push his muzzle to the sole of his foot. Kyle made a point of nosing up from mid-sole to the toes, and taking a long sniff there. Rupert stared, dumbstruck, at his son’s actions. The action itself, and the heat it flared within Rupert’s loins. Kyle liked his smell. A stark contrast to Nicole’s distaste for it. The appreciation just made something tingle deep down inside him. Deep down between his thighs.

“So… what sorts of things do you like? You said the blowjob…” Heat flared in Kyle’s ears. “You liked that? What else?” Kyle chuffed, before nosing at Rupert’s foot again. 

For a moment, Rupert just watched. Hit once again by how bizarre of a scenario he was in. There was his adult son, sitting on the floor, rubbing his snout onto Rupert’s foot. The pleasure, and the arousal, evident in Kyle was jarring for Rupert. Doubly so, for how much it hit all the right buttons for Rupert. Not that Kyle was his son, but to have someone so devotedly hot on him… to have his body be worshipped in such a way. 

Rupert cleared his throat and gently tugged with his leg. Kyle immediately released his hold on it, looking up to his father with a curious, slightly worried, look. Clearly concerned that he may have pushed things too far. 

“How about I tell you… while we get in the shower. We’ve still got to get you to college, and I have to drive back home, remember?” Rupert rumbled with an affectionate, encouraging tone. Trying his best to assuage his son’s fears. 

“Oh! Yeah, sorry.” Kyle agreed, his tail pushing him up to standing, the horny son smiling dumbly to his father. The older kangaroo stood up from the chair and nodded, leading the way to the bathroom. Kyle followed close behind, marveling as Rupert pulled his shirt up and tossed it to the floor. Kyle’s father had put on weight since Kyle was young. But the power and muscles were still obvious, even if there was little definition. Even if the older kangaroo had formed a bit of a gut… which only made him hotter in Kyle’s eyes.

Then Rupert’s shorts slid down, dropping to the ground as Rupert stepped, huge kangaroo feet sliding out of them with practiced ease. Leaving Rupert’s body on display, spare a pair of white briefs and socks. Rupert stopped at the doorway, lifting one foot; peeling off the sock, dropping it. Then the other sock. Finally, the older kangaroo stood, pushed his paws down his hips, the briefs falling away just as the shorts had. Tail and feet lifting out, Rupert moving into the bathroom, naked. 

Kyle was sure Rupert must have sensed his staring. Rupert never looked back, though. Just doing what he needed to, no sense of sexuality to it. Rupert probably didn’t know how insanely hot it had been for Kyle. Far better than any other person stripping could be. 

Kyle pushed his boxer briefs off, stumbling out of them. He pushed them away with his tail, leaving the garment behind as he walked into the bathroom. 

Rupert was at the shower, an arm reached in to turn the water on. Kyle closed the door behind himself. There he stood, awkward and waiting. His hands clasped together in front of him, just in front of the pink erection jutting out from beneath his sack. As Kyle stood there, his eyes explored over the larger boomer. Bared muscle, fur, strong tail and feet, his impressive height… the impressive sack that hung from his lower belly. And beneath that, such a fat sheath. A fat sheath that had a few inches of deep, reddish-brown shaft pushed free of it. 

“So things I like…” Rupert mused, feeling the water gradually becoming warmer. He glanced back to Kyle, only to pause. An eyebrow raised. Then a smile spread across Rupert’s muzzle. He snorted and laughed, standing fully and removing his arm from the shower. 

“Bud… if we end up doing sexy stuff, you can’t go and hide your boner like a late joey popping his first stiffy.” Rupert teased, doing his best to tame his chuckle. Only managing to suppress it to a few soft snorts. He continued to stare, hand returning to the shower stream. 

“Anyway… Yes, uh… that blowjob was … amazing. Things I like? Hm…” Rupert looked back into the shower, adjusting the knobs as the water became too hot. The plumbing was surely built by dinosaurs, he internally mused. It fit with the rest of the hotel’s aesthetic. “God… Can’t believe I’m telling you this kind of thing… I thought going down on Nicole was fun. Got to a few times before she sort of…” he paused as Kyle moved his hands away, crossing his arms over his chest. Rupert couldn’t help but glance down to Kyle’s pink shaft, before looking back up.

“Nice of you to join me.” Rupert teased, pulling the curtain aside and getting ready to step into the shower. 

“Uh, wait! Uh… first…” Kyle interrupted, making a quick hop over to his father. Rupert stood still, meeting Kyle’s gaze, waiting for his son to continue. After a moment, Kyle mustered the courage to quietly ask, “Could you like… lift your arm first?” Kyle’s ears dipped down again. The guilty look a joey would give when caught stealing cookies. 

Rupert shrugged in return, lifting his arm that hadn’t been in the shower. Kyle’s smile grew in response. Then Kyle shifted his gaze, looking at Rupert’s armpit. Eyes flicking back to Rupert, then back to the boomer’s armpit. Kyle leaned in, lowering his muzzle a little. He pushed his muzzle into Rupert’s armpit. Nosing into the longer, softer, thicker fur there. 

Kyle’s muzzle tip became damp as he took in a slow sniff. It had only been a second or two, but time seemed so slow. Like he was experiencing the event far longer than the brief moment it took to fill his lungs. Pure, unbridled boomer spice; the rich scent of sweat from Rupert’s run; the familiar scent that only his father carried. 

“Wow, you really do like that… huh.” Rupert commented, holding still while Kyle nuzzled. Kyle’s inner grew even hotter, but he didn’t even bother trying to hide it. He just took another sniff. Somewhere between confusion, arousal, and disbelief, Rupert continued, “I can’t say I really get it… but … for what I like… No clue why, bud, but… I like that.” 

Kyle paused, muzzle fixed in place, but eyes looking back up to his father. Their eyes met briefly before Kyle’s gazed fled back down. Kyle pushed his tongue against the bottom of Rupert’s armpit, slowly dragging it up. Much like the night prior, the flavor was all consuming. A tinge of salt sweat, the taste of a boomer, the specific brand of his father. Kyle’s tongue lifted away, and the sated kangaroo stood back up. Possibly a mistake. Kyle’s mind was spinning. He had just fulfilled so many fantasies and desires in one little lick. It left his shaft stiff as can be, arching for attention. 

“… wow…” is all Kyle could respond with, then a soft huff. He licked across his lips, a faint echo of the flavor he had sampled. “So you think me… like… up in your armpit is hot?” Kyle tried to keep from sounding too hopeful. 

He failed spectacularly.

Rupert eyed the shower. It was going to be a tight squeeze, but the tub was big enough for both them to stand, at least. And the showerhead was removable, with a decent length of hose. It was in no way ideal for two large red kangaroos, but it would at least accomplish the job. 

“I don’t think it’s that. No, it’s not like… your armpit thing.” Rupert lifted a leg and stepped into the shower, following with his second, until he was standing under the showerhead. “It’s just uh…” When Rupert looked over to Kyle, his son’s gaze was fixed down. Rupert could feel his shaft half-out of his sheath, and he knew that was what Kyle was hungrily eyeing. “I think it’s more… that you like it. Like the things you were saying last night… That’s how Nicole used to rile me up. Telling me,” Rupert gestured in front of him, Kyle finally breaking his trance and entering the shower, pulling the curtain closed. “How strong I was, how handsome, how big I was… Never smell. That woman had me scrubbed clean a couple times a day. But just… admiring me, telling me how hot I got her…” 

Rupert chuffed and shook his head. He crouched down and leaned back, letting the water pour over the top of his head, cascading down his body. His hands rubbed along his fur, working the water in, properly wetting his fur. 

“Feels so wrong saying it that way though. Your dad’s a real…” Rupert chuffed and spoke in his native tongue a moment. “That guy. Fell in love with his own reflection.” 

“Narcissistic?” Kyle offered, head tilting as he asked. 

“Yeah. That thing. Prideful and shit.” Rupert wrinkled his muzzle, then moved a paw to his muzzle. Rubbing atop it. “If I cuss in front of your grandmother she is going to kill me. You’re a bad influence.” Rupert moved his paw down to his muzzle tip, eyeing his son. 

At first, Kyle was shocked. Muzzle hanging agape. Shock and concern blatant. Kyle’s expression slowly changed as Rupert grinned, Kyle finally realizing his father was teasing. Kyle let out a sigh and shook his head. “Don’t scare me like that. And you know, for a woman who won’t step in a church, it’s real weird she doesn’t allow cussing.” 

Rupert was sufficiently damp. He reached to the shower head, lifting it free of its rest. He moved it in front of him, starting to wet Kyle’s fur. 

“Old habit, I suppose. Woman’s got a hell of a grudge on the church, but she’s still a flyer of God. Curse words aren’t God’s words, she’d tell me.” Rupert chuffed, while he guided the shower head over Kyle’s head, ears, shoulders and neck. His gaze drifted down, ahead of where he worked. To Kyle’s erection, still standing full attention. 

“So… the fact I think you’re the hottest boomer to ever live…” Kyle reached up, caressing along Rupert’s ear while he cooed, “Turns you on?”

Rupert moved the shower head lower and lower, soaking Kyle’s belly fur. He couldn’t help but stare at the water cascading down over his son’s balls, and the shaft poking up from beneath them. He responded to Kyle’s lauding with a noncommittal grunt. 

“Hah, well uh…” Kyle watched as Rupert leaned to one side, getting Kyle’s leg, then reached around for his tail. “I mean, it’s like … verifiable fact, you know. Huge boomer… real strong, great muscle… but some fat too, the muscle gut look is great.” 

Rupert stood after he had gotten Kyle’s other leg, leaving both kangaroos with matted wet fur. When Rupert was at full stature, Kyle glanced down. As he had hoped, Rupert’s erection was at full mast. He got a much better view in the bathroom’s lighting. Darker, redder, than his own. Definitely longer, but by not too much. Just a bit thicker as well. Just enough to establish who was the father.

“I don’t… get it. Flyers stop by the gym or see me out and flirt… never done anything. But Nicole… now you…” Rupert chuffed, his head lowering and ears laying back. It was so confusing, so off-putting, knowing something was crossed or wrong in his brain making these things happen. 

“I’m not complaining.” Kyle quickly responded, his paw reaching out. He was so focused down on Rupert’s cock, he didn’t notice Rupert’s distress. Kyle took to stroking his fingers along the top of Rupert’s shaft, from the middle bend toward the tip. Not paying attention to Rupert’s wellbeing. The darker cock curled against the end of his finger, then the two parted. 

Rupert trembled from the touch. Kyle’s paw so silky and soft, like a flyer’s… like Nicole’s had been. Not the roughness of Rupert’s own paw. It felt so good, it made Rupert so eager. 

When Kyle looked back up, he was ecstatic. So elated that he had just touched his father’s shaft, with consent, that they were getting this closer relationship. When their eyes met, their muzzles were aligned. Kyle’s tilted just a little upward, Rupert’s a little downwards. Kyle’s heart suddenly thudded so heavy in his chest. Just a few inches… and Kyle went for it. 

Rupert’s eyes winced as Kyle moved in. Kyle’s eyes closed, his muzzle tilting as he leaned in for a kiss. Rupert steeled himself. He had always loved kissing, making out, with Nicole. His body remembered it all. Leaning in, his lips parting just a little… and their muzzles pressing together. 

Kyle clearly wasn’t a novice at kissing. Their muzzles meshed together, each tilting their head to their left. Kyle’s hands rested against Rupert’s chest, stroking over the wet fur there, a lustful chuff coming from the younger boomer. Kyle barely teased at Rupert’s lips with his tongue. Rupert pushed deeper into the kiss in response, his tongue invading Kyle’s muzzle. His body responding just as it always had.

Kyle moaned into the kiss. An excited, lustful moan. Drawing Rupert’s attention to the present. To their tongues intertwining. Rupert’s eyes opened a little. Just a little… and nausea welled in him. His stomach suddenly twisted. Not because the red fur, not because he could smell another boomer. But some instinct that this was his son, and this was very wrong. 

Rupert suddenly broke the kiss, his tongue pulling free of Kyle’s muzzle. Rupert almost stumbled back as he recoiled, but his tail planted against the wall and tub’s floor. 

A blessing to be a macropod. 

“Dad? You okay?” Kyle chuffed, bearing the same scared look he had the night before.

Rupert lifted a paw and rubbed at his face, over his eyes, down across his muzzle end. He looked up to meet Kyle’s gaze, a small, forced smile on Rupert’s face. The wave of sickening guilt and anxiety leaving as abruptly as it had formed. Just a crash to the surface, to ruin a special moment for Kyle, to remind Rupert that he was so out of control in this situation. 

“Yeah, fine… It’s just… sorry bud. You’ve got to go easy on your pops. Can’t keep up with your youthful energy.” He chuffed, turning off the water, then pushing with his tail so he fully stand again. Kyle still had a blatantly worried look. Rupert moved in closer, scooting the few inches to spare in the shower. He rested his arms over Kyle’s shoulders, then rested forehead against Kyle’s. 

“It’s alright Kyle. Just… this is really… weird for me. Your old man’s got to take this slow… figure things out.”

Kyle’s fears were partially assuaged at the comfort his father offered, but at the same time, he still felt that seed of dread down inside him. That this wouldn’t work out, that Rupert would grow to spite Kyle for what they had done. 

It was hard to focus on the dread, or the fearful thoughts, when Kyle felt something grab his shaft. The negative cloud just faded away, his brain lighting up with pleasure. Kyle groaned at Rupert’s paw enveloping his shaft, stroking down to Kyle’s sheath. 

“I think… this is slow enough for me. Can’t show up all hard to your dorm after all…” Rupert playfully chuffed to his son, pressing closer again. 

Kyle had to look down to believe it. He felt it, but seeing Rupert’s paw there. The dark, burnt sienna fur, the thick black pads, holding his pink shaft. The paw moved upward again, making Kyle lift his heels and press his hips forward. A stuttered moan left his lips, still surprised by the pleasure. He hadn’t even noticed Rupert’s arm leaving his shoulder, and now…

Kyle shuddered as the paw pushed back down. The roughness as exotic a sensation for him as his silky palms and fingers were for Rupert. 

Rupert continued stroking. Somehow, this was fine. Just helping Kyle out. Where the kiss had felt so wrong, holding Kyle’s shaft somehow felt different. This was just guy stuff… it wasn’t a kiss. Not a budding, romantic relationship. Just some boomers helping each other out. Or, one boomer helping the other, at first. 

“Should I just take care of myself?” Rupert huffed, his lips teasingly close to Kyle’s ear. Rupert continued to stroke with his left paw, his right drifting toward his own shaft.

Kyle squeaked in protest, “No! Hell no, I want to.” Before he leaned closer. His right hand reaching out, only to be blocked by his fathers. He chuffed, laying his ears back. “I hate being right pawed.” He grumbled, his left reaching out. He gripped the base of Rupert’s shaft, squeezing. Feeling how thick it was, how powerful it felt. 

“Hey, you’re perfect just as you are. You match more non-marsupials.” Rupert retorted, before he leaned in. “Besides, I got longer arms, so…” 

Rupert gently pushed Kyle back, until the younger roo rest against the wall. Kyle lowered himself a little as Rupert leaned over him, right arm on the wall. He leaned his left shoulder down, letting his elbow bend, while he still pumped Kyle’s dick. Opening a route for both Kyle’s arms. 

“Perfect… this monster’s a two paw job anyway.” Kyle huffed, both his paws wrapping around Rupert’s shaft, one atop the other. He began stroking, using the natural slickness left by Rupert’s sheath. Rupert’s hips instinctively bucked into the stroking, half-fucking those silky palms and fingers. 

“Mmmh… Hell of a set of paws… Squeeze harder…” Rupert grunted and chuffed. He hadn’t had a chance to properly thrust against something alive, responsive, in so long. His eyes closed and he moaned out when Kyle squeezed just the way he liked it. 

“That’s it bud…” Rupert encouraged, turning Kyle on all the more. Kyle kept his paws squeezing, stroking forward and back a little, though it was mostly Rupert’s thrusting doing the work. And Rupert’s cock curling against the top of his paws, wiggling between the palms, searching for all the right spots to hit in the hole it wished it was in. 

“This is… the hottest thing ever. Your nuts are so huge, and your cock is… I don’t even know… just SO fucking hot…” Kyle huffed. He was vaguely aware of the pleasure building between his thighs, Rupert’s paw still stroking, even as Rupert thrust away. The roughness and strength of Rupert’s paw was just to the point where it danced the line of pleasure and irritation. 

“C’mon dad… Paint me like a flyer…” Kyle chuffed, hoping to hit more of his father’s buttons. It seemed to do the job, as Rupert thrust harder for a few pumps. Then he groaned, arching his hips forward. Kyle aimed carefully, and made the most delighted little moan as hot cum shot over his forehead, muzzle, and chest. Then another. And another. Rupert drew his hips back just a little, and thrust forward. His shaft tensing, then spraying another rope over Kyle. 

“Oh my God…” Kyle groaned, watching as Rupert’s shaft tensed again. Just a weak dribble-spurt, falling to the floor of the tub. Kyle licked over his muzzle, tasting cum on the fur and whiskers. He groaned happily, head slumping back against the shower wall. 

“Your turn, bud.” Rupert chuffed, his paw pumping faster. Kyle weakly humped into the overstimulating paw, whimpering a meek sound before he tensed. His toes and claws dug against the tub’s floor, hips pushing up into the paw as cum spurt from his shaft. His load wasn’t as large as Rupert’s, nor did it shoot as far, but Kyle could feel his muscles burning from holding tense as it was drawn out further and further by Rupert’s paw. 

Rupert watched as the pink shaft flexed in his paw, white streaks of another boomer’s cum landing over his forearm and paw, sticking to the fur. He kept stroking as Kyle groaned and whimpered, each pulse of his shaft curling the tip against Rupert’s paw. He only slowed, and stopped, once the pulses died down. 

The hiss of the shower and spent panting were the only sounds for a good while. The bathroom properly steamed up, each of the men panting and recovering. ‘Just’ a hand job’ didn’t really mean much when it was such a surreal and intense experience. 

“… You’re not going to be offended if I just wash this off right?” Rupert joked, his arm moving to the shower stream, using a claw from his uncoated paw to scrape the cum free and let it slide down the drain. 

“Nah… Kind of offended I have to waste all this… You seriously painted me.” Kyle chuffed happily, standing up fully. His legs felt weak, his shaft tingled even as it returned to his sheath, and his head was abuzz with happiness and afterglow. 

“Yeah… Can’t say I make a small mess. It’s a hassle, most of the time.” Rupert grumbled, taking the fur wash bottle up and pouring some into his paws. “It’s been what… at least ten years…” Rupert smiled as he moved his paws in, atop Kyle’s head, soaping up his ears. 

Kyle laughed and leaned forward, letting Rupert access all around his head. “Mmhmm… Man. That’s kind of crazy… Heck, I even remember that chatter song you used to sing at bath time.” 

“Now that’s something I hadn’t thought of in… I can’t even remember when. Your grandma used to sing that to us every bath time too. Guess it just stuck with me.” Rupert’s large paws were making quick work of Kyle, moving the soap down along Kyle’s neck, shoulders, and arms. Each arm held out and up to Rupert, before Kyle’s chest was soaped. Kyle pushed up onto his tail, spinning around before plopping back onto his feet, just like Rupert had taught him with he was young. 

“I remember it being so cool. You were a really good singer.” Kyle moved up onto his toes, suddenly a couple feet taller, so Rupert could reach his tail and thighs. Rupert was a little hesitant, his paws circling under Kyle’s tail. He steeled himself as they ventured upward, working the soap against Kyle’s lower tail, further… then full on soaping his son’s tail hole and ass.  To Rupert’s dismay, he found his son’s ass quite nice to rub. 

“Do you remember how I used to sing to your mom a lot? I swear that’s what she married me for. I used to sing… what was it… that song by The Babys.” Rupert hummed a short verse, then exclaimed, “Ah, that’s it! Every time I think of You.” Rupert chuffed, shaking his head. Crouching real low, Kyle facing him once again. He soaped up his joey’s bits, down along his thighs. “I sang it to her, song playing on a boom box, in front of her parent’s house. It ran out of batteries half way through, but I just… kept going.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s how I convinced her to go to Prom.” 

 Kyle lifted one foot at a time, letting Rupert get at the back of them and down along his sole. He shivered a little, the sensation of his paw getting attention yielding a far more sensual response than it had a decade ago. 

“Mmh. That’s kind of neat.” Kyle chuffed, lifting the other foot. Watching his father clean at it. Rupert, on the other hand, was eyeing the feet curiously. Along Kyle’s long, dark soles, the three toes, the double claw characteristic of red kangaroos. He didn’t get the foot thing. Or he was pretty sure he didn’t. 

“I still kind of wish you’d taught me Macropod.” Kyle mused, lowering his foot back down. He took the fur wash bottle and added some into his paws, reaching out to soap up Rupert. 

“Thought you were calling it chatter these days.” Rupert noted, lifting his arms up and resting hands atop his head as Kyle soaped his chest. 

“Uhm… well… Sorry. But I still think it’d be cool to know how to speak it.” Kyle grumbled, his paws working up to Rupert’s armpits. He continued his way onto arms, up along Rupert’s neck, as his father squatted down. 

“It’s dying. Shared tongue is what you should know. It’s the language of peace.” Rupert pressed sternly, closing his eyes and leaning his head forward as Kyle worked fur wash into his cheek fur. 

“I guess… But there’s a lot of talk at college about how it’s important to preserve those things. Not like…” He paused, his paws working up and down Rupert’s ears. Kyle clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Not protesting shared tongue, or like… against peace. I know there’s some like that out there, but it’s more like… not losing heritage, I guess.”

Rupert grunted, standing back up. He felt Kyle’s paws on his chest, going downward this time. “Well… Never too late to learn it. I suppose I could help, if you like. I just didn’t want you getting a rough time about it in school. I knew you’d have a hard enough time was it was. I just… wanted to make things better for you, than it was for me growing up.”

Kyle nodded absently, “And I appreciate that. I know you did everything you could just… to make my life as good as possible.” Kyle was trying to keep focus on the conversation while his paws got closer and closer to Rupert’s boomer bits. But then, as his paws stroked down onto Rupert’s sack… the conversation seemed to be dead at that point. It allowed him, at least, to enjoy his work. Soaping up over each of Rupert’s heavy balls, beneath them, down to the sheath. When he stroked and worked the fur wash in, Rupert’s tip pushed free. 

Kyle’s ears perked, chancing a change in conversation. “Hey dad… any idea why our dicks are different colors?” He queried, eyeing the flaccid red tip of his father’s dick. When he released the sheath, it wrapped back over its contents. 

“… Not sure, really. I suppose there’s probably variety… Your grandfather’s was the same color as mine, so it must be Nicole’s side.” Rupert rumbled, doing his best to remain tamed while Kyle gave him a bit too much attention washing his nethers. 

“You… know what color Grandpa’s was?” Kyle asked, adding more fur wash, getting one of Rupert’s thighs, then the other. 

“Yeah. Well… It was a small place growing up. Jesper and Fred slept in the front of the house, Dorothy and Anna shared one bedroom, and being the youngest joey I was in my parent’s room. And having a joey around never stopped your grandfather from doing his husband duties.” Rupert chuckled, smiling a little. “Didn’t bother me none back then, and I didn’t think it was weird. Then I moved out front when your uncles…” There was a brief break, a pain in Rupert’s voice. He hadn’t thought of the two in so long. “When they got in the accident. But that’s all ancient news.”

Kyle paused at Rupert’s ankles, leaving a moment of silence for the uncles he never met, only to have Rupert break it. 

“You’re not going to try humping my foot if I lift it right?” Rupert teased, eyeing Kyle while he was crouched down at his foot. He clearly caught Kyle off guard, Kyle just staring up at him. Rupert smiled wider, lifting his foot, pushing gently at Kyle’s chest with his toes. Rupert’s eagerness to change the topic quite obvious.

Kyle snorted and lifted his hands to the foot paw, soaping up along the top and sole, ankle to toes. “You can’t blame me. You have the sexiest feet ever created, and I’m just a horny college kid.” Kyle worked his paws between the toes… again, giving a bit more attention and scrubbing than was really necessary. Rupert lowered the foot, then lifted the other. 

“So… I told you what I liked. What about you? Besides the smell thing… and feet. You were real enthusiastic, so… I guess you like to suck dick?” Rupert had to force the last couple words out, nearly choking on them. It felt so alien a thing to say to his son. 

Kyle was busy soaping Rupert’s foot, staring at it. Even crouched and covered in suds, Rupert could see Kyle’s inner ears darken. 

“Uh… Yeah, I do. I’m a… what gay dudes call a bottom. I don’t know if I actually have like… many other fetishes? Maybe big guys, older guys… But I think that’s just being attracted to what’s best.” He tried to sound cocky and flirtatious as he stood back up, but it sounded lame to his own ears. Rupert seemed to appreciate it, the boomer smiling as his son came back up. 

“Well… a lot less drama and craziness, with older guys, I imagine. Way more expensive to feed a big guy, though.” Rupert knew from experience. He turned on his tail so Kyle could get his back. “Bottom means… take the dick right?” Rupert ventured, relaxing forward and turning the water back on. 

“Yeah, pretty much… I’m like… the woman when it comes to sex.” Kyle mumbled, glad Rupert was turned away. He felt like his ears were ready to explode from all the heated blush in them. He worked his paws along his father’s shoulders, down along his spine, fanning outward to get the fur wash thoroughly spread and into the fur. 

“Mmh.” Rupert leaned forward, feeling hot water cascading over his face, down his front. He had his palms against the wall, bracing himself. Pushing himself internally, as Kyle worked down to his lower back and hips, approaching his tail. Silence. Nothing awkward, at least. He felt far more comfortable just being around his son, in silence, after the previous twenty-four hours; Rupert clueless that his son had felt the same awkwardness, but also no longer felt it. 

But comfort wasn’t what Rupert wanted. He wanted to know more about his son. To connect closer with him. 

“By be the woman… Sorry bud. Not trying to be nosey. Just trying to understand… That means not just sucking dick… like, in the butt, right? Gay guys actually do that, not just some… rumor or insult?” Rupert asked. Timidly, he asked, worrying about offending his son. Worried a misstep would ruin the connection- the very bizarre, very… unusual connection- they had formed. The connection that Rupert wanted to keep building.  

Just around then, Kyle was getting the back of his father’s legs, the thighs and down at the calves. While Rupert didn’t look like he belonged at a macho man competition, Kyle could feel the power beneath the fur. If Rupert had kept up on fur trimming and sculpting, he’d surely look far more impressive than he already did. But fur trimming and sculpting was for holidays and special events, to make Grandma happy. Kyle himself hadn’t in a couple years. 

“Yeah, that’s uh… that’s what I meant by being the woman.” Kyle chuffed as worked down Rupert’s calves, down to his ankles. “Straight people do it too, you know. Some women like it in the ass” Kyle stopped, quickly correcting, “in the butt. Lots of straight guys are into it.” Kyle took the tip of Rupert’s tail in his paw, adding more fur was atop it, then started working up toward the base. “In the sheath too, actually… that’s called docking. Chase was really into that.”

Rupert tried to keep focus on his arms pressing to the shower wall, the water running down his front. Not how… sensual, how good, it felt as Kyle’s paws half-massaged, half-washed up along his tail. 

“Chase… That’s the bear I met right? Your boyfriend?” Rupert rumbled in return, acutely aware of how high Kyle’s paws were getting along his tail. 

“Ex-boyfriend, yeah. The one you met. Guess that was his thing, docking.” Kyle’s paws rubbed along the top of Rupert’s tail, up to his lower back, then paused. “Uh… Dad, is it okay to wash your under tail? Figure the anal sex talk kind of…” He trailed off, stuck between amusement and fear of bypassing his father’s already-strained limits. 

Rupert snorted, trying to play it off like a son washing his father’s intimate places was normal. “You already had plenty fun up front, why would I? Besides, I you’re my gentle giant. I know you’d never do anything like… Anything mean to anyone, let alone me.” Rupert finished, lamely. Articulating his thoughts, his feelings, was so very difficult; particularly while his conscious mind was battling engrained emotions and instincts. 

Kyle nodded, soaping up his paws with some fresh fur wash. Then his paws ventured along the sides of Rupert’s tail base, down to the bottom. He moved his paws down the tail, then started working up. Steadily, slowly, closer and closer to his father’s tail hole. Trying to be gentle and slow for comfort. Unknowingly, only further pushing Rupert’s limits, as anticipation and uncertainty grew. 

“Anyway… I fooled around with Tyler a little, but not much. Uh, my first boyfriend. The one I guess… I didn’t tell you about.” Kyle chuffed, his paws sliding between Rupert’s inner thighs. “Nothing much really. And… like… One time I met a dude and … sucked his dick. But I was like, crazy paranoid and made him send his papers showing he was clean and stuff…” 

While he babbled on, Kyle’s paws kept working. Rubbing at his father’s ass a little, then dipping down and inward. He was so very careful, working the soap along Rupert’s crack. Until he was all the way under. Kyle could distinctly feel his father’s anus tense against his finger pads. Just gently skimming, a single rub, then moving on as he washed. Working from the back, all the way to Rupert’s sheath base, meeting where he had washed up front. 

The babbling was a blessing, really. While Kyle thought he should just stop, even if he couldn’t, it helped Rupert. Gave him something else to focus on, as he was touched in areas he hadn’t let any other. The paws washing his fur, spreading the fur wash, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but notice the feel of finger pads rubbing into his tail hole. He would never have expected it to be so sensitive, the electric tingles it sent up his spine. Then it was over. Leaving Rupert confused by the sensations he had experienced. 

“I’m glad you’re being safe.” Rupert chuffed, looking back over his shoulder at Kyle. His joey was already standing, satisfied his father had been properly washed. His paws landed on Rupert’s thighs, then up along his hips, sides, until they finally wrapped around Rupert’s belly. The younger kangaroo chuffed, closing his eyes. His cheek pressed to Rupert’s back, and Kyle squeezed his hug extra tight. 

“Of course.” Kyle chuffed. “I was raised real good, by some awesome roos.” Kyle rubbed his cheek against Rupert’s back. Feeling the stronger roo’s arms and paws lay atop his own. “I love you dad. Thanks for being so… just…” Kyle chuffed. He didn’t have words to express it. He just squeezed harder. 

Rupert choked up a little. Hearing such raw honesty from Kyle. To know his son loved him so, that Kyle appreciated what he had done. He grunted and laughed softly. 

“I’m just doing what I can Kyle. I’m just glad you’re doing so well. Making me so proud.” Rupert rumbled, squeezing down atop Kyle’s arms. The two held the embrace for a good minute before the grips relaxed. 

“We better rinse off… Probably going to run the place out of hot water soon enough.” Rupert chuffed. 

Kyle released his hold, nodding. “Yeah, I still have to get to campus and all.” 

Rupert took the showerhead and pulled it free of its base. He handed it to Kyle, then crouched, letting the younger kangaroo rinse his fur clear. The rest of the shower was quiet, just the hiss of water, as Rupert rinsed Kyle clean in turn. 

“You good?” Rupert asked, his paw guiding the shower head over Kyle’s tail, making sure all of the soap had rinsed free. 

“Mmmhmm.” Kyle responded. He reached out past the shower curtain. At the same time, Rupert grabbed the handle, cutting the shower off. Kyle took the water-cutting brush free of its hook and pulled it into the shower. Going up into his tall stance, heel lifted off the floor and balanced on the ball and toes of his foot. 

Rupert glanced back and up before looking forward again. It was slightly off-putting, seeing another boomer in raised stance so close to him. “Weird seeing you taller than me.” He chuffed with another gruff chuckle. He held still as Kyle began brushing him from atop his head and downward, the brush pulling water free of his fur to dribble down his body. 

“I mean… I couldn’t get atop your head without it. You’re huge.” Kyle retorted, totally unaware of Rupert’s instinctual discomfort, the reaction of a boomer that was a fighter. Kyle steadily lowered himself, working down Rupert’s back. All the way down his tail, then thighs and calves. Rupert turned, letting Kyle brush his front- with a few fondles and stares, of course- before Rupert took the brush and did the same for his son. 

“Guess we should probably pack up and get on the road asap, huh?” Kyle asked as Rupert worked down his thighs. Rupert gave Kyle much the same brushing, spare a lack of groping and lustful staring. 

“Mmm.” Rupert agreed, lashing the brush to shake the water free before brushing Kyle’s lower legs. “I still have the drive home after we get you moved in.” Rupert rumbled, finally standing proper again. He barely had time to stabilize before Kyle pushed up against his front. Kyle’s arms wrapped around Rupert, squeezing tight again. Kyle’s cheek pressed to Rupert’s chest, Rupert’s joey hugging him with all Kyle could manage. 

“I love you.” Kyle repeated. 

Rupert returned the hug, his larger arms wrapping around Kyle’s shoulders and upper back. 

“I love you too, bud.”