There’s no one I’m going to miss more than Sol and I have no idea what to do about it. He’s my best friend Rocky’s dad. I’ve known him since I was 14, since we first moved to town and I joined the soccer team with Rocky. He’s a big cat who repairs cars for a living, he’s a single father, and he’s the nicest man I’ve ever met.
Sol used to call himself my dad next door – I guess he picked up on the fact that I was a scrawny goat who could use a little parental guidance. I don’t know whether it was that my parents never showed up to our soccer games or that I’d always grumble about being hungry when I was hanging out with Rocky, but he was always there for me. He’d cheer for the both of us at games, drive us wherever we needed to go, accidentally make leftovers that he’d send me home with. Sometimes I’d find myself wanting to go over to Rocky’s house just to talk to Sol. He was so funny and charming, so happy to be with us. I’d tell Rocky his father was awesome and he could never see that.
When I got older, in late high school, I realized my relationship with him wasn’t quite what I thought. I had keys to the house and went over without warning, I often found myself hanging out on the couch talking to Sol for hours while Rocky was at work, hell, I called him Dad. But I felt more for him than that. I was a little bit in love with him. My best friend’s dad. I’d go home after hanging out and jerk off while thinking about him, the feeling of him running his paws through my fur, kissing me all over, having him suck my dick. Sometimes when we’d be out in his yard, I’d look up and I could see Sol changing in the window. I’d stare at his belly, try to catch a glimpse of his penis.
I obviously didn’t tell a soul. Rocky would call me a fag and ask how I’d feel if he wanted to fuck my mom. Sol had no clue, even if I’d sit under him and try to give him bedroom eyes to see what he’d do. It’s so wrong anyway. He’s my best friend’s dad, and even though I was 18, he was still 25 years older than me.
And now it’s all coming to a close. Rocky and I are both going off to college. We’re both going to FSU, actually. We’re gonna be roommates and everything. I’ve already sort of made my peace with my mom, we’ve had the last party with all of our other friends, Rocky and I are driving down in the same car. Now there’s only Sol. I don’t know how to explain to him how much he means to me – how much he’s given me, how much I enjoy his company, how good of a father figure he’s been to me, how much I love him.
I make the walk over to Rocky’s house with my bags in hand. He’s working his last shift at the 7-Eleven right now and then he’s probably going to steal as much product as he can before he goes, then we’re going to pack his bags for tomorrow. I enjoy the summer heat on my fur. The windows of Rocky’s house are wide open and the warm breeze is going in.
I let myself in and drop my bags in the entrance way. I’ve been coming over here for four years now and this is the last time it’ll ever be like this. I take a deep breath.
“Rocky?” Sol yells from upstairs. “You home, bud?”
“It’s me,” I call back.
“Rene! I’m glad you’re here!” There’s the sound of a shutting door. “I wanted to talk to you. Give me a second.”
I wait around for a second. Normally I’d go and throw myself on the couch or make myself a mayo sandwich, but that feels a little wrong right now. Sol’s up there for longer than I expect, so I make the trek up the stairs. The door to Rocky’s room is open at the end of the hall, but he’s not in there. He’s in his own bedroom, I guess, which I’ve never been in.
I stand at the door and push it in an inch. I don’t realize how stupid of an idea that is until I catch a glimpse of Sol in the middle of changing, wearing a pair of white briefs and an unbuttoned top and nothing else. I jump back in surprise and yelp. “Sorry!”
He laughs. “Whatcha doin’, Rene?”
“I didn’t know where you were.”
“That’s okay!” He opens the door and stands there in front of me. He smiles at me like it isn’t weird in the slightest he’s only half-dressed – he’s had to get from one side of the house to the other in only a towel or a pair of briefs while me and Rocky were there and no one said anything about it, so maybe it really isn’t weird. “Sorry you caught me unprepared! I thought you would be hanging out with Rocky.”
“He’s at work.”
“You don’t wanna see him off on his final day?”
I don’t know how to say “I’d rather see you,” so I just don’t say it.
“None of that matters anyway. I’m glad I caught you! I have something I wanna give you.” He walks over to his nightstand, where he has a little box all prepared. I stare at his butt in his white briefs as he bends over. “Come on in!”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before.”
“It’s where I sleep. Nothing crazy.” He grins and holds the box out for me. It’s pretty sizable and all gift-wrapped and everything. “Here. It’s for you.”
“It’s a present?”
“For you!”
I hold it in my paws. It’s heavy. I’m already getting a little emotional at it – I didn’t get a lot of presents growing up. I press my lips together and stare at it.
“Go ahead.”
I place the box on his bed and carefully pull the wrapping paper off. Sol watches me expectantly. I open the box up.
It’s filled with gifts. Nothing extravagant, just a bunch of stuff that will be really nice when I get to college. A nice pair of sandals, Command hooks, a 200 pill bottle of Tylenol, a couple of chocolate bars, even a little white noise machine. My lip starts trembling with each further item I place onto his bed.
At the bottom of all of it is a framed photo. That’s when I really get emotional. I hold it out in front of me as my face begins to burn with tears I’m holding back. It’s me and Rocky at one of our first soccer games. His arm is around my shoulder and he’s grinning. I’m smiling too but clearly trying to navigate the new feeling of comradery the team gave me. I remember Sol taking this photo, actually. I flip it over and there’s a message written in silver Sharpie.
“Rene. I’m so proud of the man you’ve become. Keep doing good work. – Dad.”
I let myself cry at it a little bit. I don’t burst into tears like I expect myself to but I definitely let some out. I drop the photo on the bed and bury my face in my paws for a few moments. Sol stands above me, waiting patiently.
I let go and stand up to hug him. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me in tight, stroking his paw against my back a few times. “Thank you,” I whisper into his neck.
“You’re welcome.”
And then I suddenly realize the situation I’m in. I’ve had a crush on this man for years and I’m never going to see him again after this. We’re alone in his bedroom with no chance of anyone interrupting us. He’s in his briefs and an open shirt and he’s pressing me right into him. If it doesn’t happen right now, it’s never going to happen.
I finally pull away, but I keep my muzzle close to his. I look right into his eyes and he looks right back into mine. We were both smiling, but now our faces are straight. He still has his paws on my back. My heart is racing. So is his.
I go in for a kiss. Sol meets me halfway.
He grips my sides tight. The kiss goes by so quick – first, we just tap muzzles together, then he presses in more deeply. I feel a little bit of tongue. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
As quickly as it starts, though, he pulls away, a little trail of spit forming between our two muzzles. He takes a step back and I see the beautiful erection that formed in his briefs. “Rene, I think you have the wrong idea.”
And that’s when I really break out crying. I sit down on the bed right on top of the new sandals and start bawling. “I’m sorry,” I say through choked sobs. “I thought you— I’m so sorry.”
“Hey hey hey. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He sits down next to me and puts his arm around me. I want to swat him away but I can’t because I like his arm on me too much. “Don’t worry. You’re okay.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to kiss me.”
“Rene…” he shakes his head. “Rene. You know we can’t do this.”
“But I’m leaving. You’ll never see me again.”
“I’ll see you during Fall break.” He says it like he’s trying to convince himself of it too. “Rene, you’re such a good kid. You’re going to meet so many great people and do so many great things. But you’re young and I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret.”
“I know I want this. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He pulls his arm off of me but doesn’t budge. “Rene.” He says it sternly like a father does, like he’s telling me to go without yelling.
But he’s not moving, and I’m not moving. I know the only way this is happening is if I go for it now.
So I put my hand on his bare thigh and I go in for another kiss.
He kisses me right back.
I expect it to be another short kiss like our first one, but he keeps it going. He presses his tongue into my mouth and puts his paws on my cheeks. I close my eyes and enjoy it. I’ve never kissed anyone before and he’s probably picked up on that from all the conversations me and Rocky have had, so he guides me through it slowly. I put both my paws on his thighs and stroke them softly.
“Oh you’re so good at that,” he whispers into my mouth between kisses. “You’re learning so quickly.”
I don’t know how long we sit there kissing for. It’s very teenagerly, actually. My first kiss going on forever, sitting on the edge of the bed, no touching and no funny business. If he wasn’t 25 years older than me and half-dressed with an erection about to poke out of his briefs, this would be a pretty standard first kiss.
Soon enough, though, I can’t take it anymore. My paw has been creeping up his thigh this whole time. I’ve been lingering on the waistband of his briefs for a little bit, rubbing his outer thigh with his thumb. With one confident movement, I rest my hand on his bulge. When he doesn’t balk at that, I grip it. His cock is nice and thick, the soft fabric worn thin from years of wearing it.
“Mmmm,” he moans into my mouth. “Rene.”
I pull away the smallest distance I can. His hot breath still coats my face.
“Are you sure you want this?”
I press my forehead against his and chuckle. “I’m pretty sure.”
“Okay,” he pants. “Okay. Then let’s do this.”