Ash Fox had planned to turn in early after today’s diving competition against his cousin, Kristofferson. He had a lot on his mind already but today wasn’t helping in the slightest. It was one thing for dad to mostly ignore him but it was another to be compared to his cousin. Kristofferson literally just arrived while his uncle was dealing with double pneumonia and dad had the cussin’ gall to compare his genetics to his own flesh and blood. Dad looked at Ash’s dive with feigned interest but once Kristofferson landed with barely a splash in a dive that surely would’ve killed him thanks to the pool’s depth and dad’s cheers? That crossed a line in Ash’s book.
“You think I’m an athlete?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?” said dad.
“Well, you know, I think I’m an athlete and sometimes I think you guys don’t see me that way.”
“What’s the subtext here?” asked dad before he immediately became distracted by Kristofferson’s yoga practices.
Ash wished dad knew the subtext. He was clearly talking about being a man and Ash definitely didn’t feel like he was seen as such, especially from his father. He couldn’t understand why everyone referred to him as “different”, always said with a weird hand motion. Did they mean gay? That couldn’t be it because he had feelings for Agnes. He wasn’t sure if she felt that way. If he liked guys, there weren’t any that were worth his time at school. Regardless, his behavior and fashion choices made him practically unwanted in the romance department.
He grabbed one of his White Cape comic books and settled into bed. Normally he’d sleep in the nude once he got to his room but his parents insisted that he share his room with Kristofferson so he settled for some boxers. The last thing Ash wanted was to be shamed on his genetics even further by his cousin thanks to having a “littler body type” according to dad. Puberty was around the corner and the only thing he had were those moody episodes and some of it was attributed to what he had between his legs.
Poor Ash ended up with a smaller than average penis, small enough to be mistaken for a medium-sized clitoris or Bunce’s thumb. He dreaded the changing room in gym class. While most of his classmates would strip and sometimes walk around nude, he’d get a glimpse of how large some of them were. Ash figured the less time he spent in there, the better. It didn’t help that Beaver would frequently make comments about the size of Ash’s dick but how was he to know? He never showed that to Beaver. The one benefit he did find about the size is that it wouldn’t show if he got aroused. In fact, he managed to pop one during the reproductive lecture in science class and nobody noticed. Sure, he was enticed by the girl’s parts but somehow the male parts were just as fascinating, if not more so.
Those thoughts lingered to his cousin for some reason. It wasn’t fair that he looked so attractive when they were diving. Kristofferson could have any girl he wanted. They’d have the opportunity to put their paws on his slim frame and stroke that silver fur. And his rump? That looked pretty fine. It was quite tempting to touch when they were both up there. Ash knew Kristofferson was tall for his age and wondered if that translated to whatever was in his lap. Surely, he had to have had a nice sheath. Wouldn’t mind holding those balls either or watching them sway back and forth. If he was very lucky, Kristofferson might even bend over and spread his cheeks. Depending on how long his uncle had double pneumonia, it could very well happen if Kristofferson was cool with it. After all, Ash had never seen someone else’s sheath in the flesh or been purposefully naked around anybody his age.
Imagining that rather unlikely scenario caused Ash to leak a little pre in his boxers. It’s been a while since that happened. He couldn’t remember what exactly caused his last wet dream but he knew he came involuntarily. He woke up one weekend morning to some sticky patches roughly the size of his paw on his blanket and his fur matted down there. A shower would certainly take care of that but the blanket? Maybe mom wouldn’t notice when she did the laundry later that day inbetween her usual paintings of thunderstorms and landscapes. Maybe Kristofferson was having these issues as well. Would it be too weird to ask him? Yeah, probably. Ash didn’t want him to be seen as more “different” than he already was.
Ash heard a knock at the door and turned around to find Kristofferson standing there in his pajamas. He tried to go back to reading but his cousin had other things on his mind.
“Uh, do you mind if I slide my bed roll slight out from under the train set? It’s hard to sleep in that corkscrew position.”
Ash couldn’t believe what a cussing stupid request that was. He sat up and glowered at the intruder.
“There’s a lot of attitudes going on around here. Don’t let me get one.”
“No, it’s only just my spinal cord getting…”
“Sleep wherever you want, man. Here, take my bed! I’ll just, uh…” Ash paused for a moment in thought. “I’ll crawl under the bookcase! Who cares if I get splinters in my ears?”
“Never mind,” Kristofferson pouted.
“Oh, you gonna pout about it? ‘Cuz I’ve had it up to HERE with the ‘sad houseguest’ routine!” screamed Ash before turning out the light.
“Good night,” said Kristofferson. He shimmied his way under the train table and started to cry. He had never been subjected to this level of hostility, especially as he was dealing with his father’s illness with the odds of recovery looking slim. Coupled with the fact that he had no mother, Kristofferson realized he could very well end up as an orphan and became near inconsolable.
Knowing that he wouldn’t get any sleep with that racket, Ash climbed down from his bunk and turned on the train set. As it made its way around the track, Kristofferson managed to compose himself and slid out to look at the scene. For a few moments, they knelt in silence as the train went in circles. 
“Kristofferson, I’m sorry,” said Ash.
“It’s okay. I know you meant nothing by it.”
They both grew quiet again. Kristofferson gently placed his paw on Ash’s leg. Nothing more was said between them that night but Ash wondered what this meant…