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Austin jumped when the broad, hefty hand landed on his shoulder. He'd arrived early that morning and had been standing by the fountain in the lobby, mesmerized by the splattering water for the past five minutes.

"Whoa!" The otter flinched and turned on the spot to see Kane, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, standing just behind him. "Oh, hey!"

"Ah! Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Kane said apologetically.

Austin quickly recovered and grinned up at the polar bear. "Oh, no worries, it's all good!" He stepped away from the fountain to face Kane as he continued, "Did you have a good night?"

"Pretty decent, but I was thinking a lot about today," the large man replied with a wink. "How about you?"

"Well, if you wanted me tossing and turning, you got it; the suspense was killing me," Austin chuckled.

"Aw, was it?" Kane looked genuinely concerned.

"Well, maybe only a little," Austin clarified, assuaging the bear's anxiety. "Really, I slept fine for the most part, my family just woke me up early again, though."

"Ah, they're morning people?"

"Yeah, which sucks, because it's vacation; I want to sleep until, like, 11! Except for today, I mean--if it means getting to see you again, I'd be up at 5," Austin giggled.

Kane snorted. "Nah, you don't need to get up that early just for me, but it's sweet of you to offer. Ready to get going?" he asked, motioning with his head to start walking.

"Yeah. What are we doing?" Austin asked as Kane started leading the way through the lobby.

"Well, it's funny that you mention sleeping in on vacation," Kane started as they headed for the hallway leading away from the lobby and to the resort's amenities. "Because something I think about whenever I go on vacation is just relaxing and taking time to unwind. So, then I thought about what we could do to just mentally check out for a little while together...and then I remembered that this resort has a 5-star spa."

Austin's eyebrows rose in delight.

"Although now, I'm thinking that maybe I should have asked if you've ever gotten a massage before?" Kane went on, glancing down at the otter who trotted along next to him.

Austin shook his head. "Nothing really...professional, I guess. Like, I've used a massage gun on myself and done one of those 20-minute massages when someone comes to campus during finals week to help students relax, but it wasn't really satisfying."

Kane nodded and smirked. "Well...this is probably going to ruin you on massages in the future, then."

"They're good here?"

"Supposed to be the best, at least according to the concierge, who might have been just a little biased," Kane added.

"More like paid to talk up the spa and get people to spend more money at the resort," Austin quipped snidely.

"True--although booking a couple massages here gets me more rewards points on my credit card," Kane pointed out with a chuckle.

"Wait, you...you didn't already pay for one for me, did you?" Austin asked, surprised. "I could've--"

"Ah, don't worry about it," Kane said breezily, waving off Austin's protest. "You're a student on a budget, save your money. Besides, it's not often I get to treat a cute young guy like you."

Heat rose in Austin's cheeks at the polar bear's kind gesture and compliment. "Oh...well, thanks!"

"It's my pleasure," Kane replied sincerely.

The two of them turned a corner in the hallway and found themselves in front of two impressive oak doors that were propped open under a brushed nickel sign for the spa; the open doors led to another corridor, this one much more dimly lit with softly glowing lamps. Kane led the way, and as they walked, Austin heard mellow pipe music and the sound of trickling water playing over hidden speakers. They soon reached another lobby, where a tall ferret in a light, flowy dress stood behind her reception desk.

"Welcome, gentlemen," said the receptionist in a warm, though hushed, tone. "How can I help you today?"

"I have an appointment for 11," Kane replied. "I know we're a bit early, but we can use the spa in the meantime, right?"

"Of course! And let me just check you in...let's see, for 11..." She checked the screen on her desk. "Mr. Markov?" she asked.

Austin glanced at Kane, intrigued to hear his last name for the first time.

"That's me, and my plus one," Kane replied, placing his hand on Austin's back.

After Austin gave his information for check-in and Kane confirmed that they'd been scheduled for a hot stones treatment and deep tissue massage, the receptionist directed the two of them to take the door on the left for the men's side of the spa, where they were welcome to use all the amenities before their appointments. As Austin and Kane padded down the softly-lit, tiled hallway that led to the jacuzzi, sauna, steam room, locker room, and sensory deprivation float room, they found that they were the only two people in the men's area of the spa.

"Do we have the run of the place?" Austin asked, checking the open shower and dryer stalls.

"Looks like it...then again, how many men do you know who go to the spa on vacation?"

"Well--"

"Straight men with families," Kane added while they entered the empty locker room.

"Heh, not very many," Austin replied as he opened a locker that had been stocked with a thin, terrycloth robe.

"No, not very many," Kane agreed while he opened his own locker a couple doors down from Austin's. "So, Dunbar?" he asked casually as he tugged off his shirt.

Austin paused to openly ogle the burly polar bear's broad, keg-like stomach and chest--Kane's torso was so vast, so perfectly rotund and defined, so cushy with the right amount of firmness...Austin just couldn't look away. He voyeuristically soaked in every second as he watched the bear's muscles at work while Kane reached into his locker to hang up his shirt; his thick, meaty bicep, the beefy pad of his pectoral, the subtle expansion and contraction of his stomach as he breathed--time seemed to stop for the otter, and he could feel his dick starting to chub in his underwear and shorts. "Hm?"

"Dunbar, that's your last name?" Kane clarified, turning from his locker to address the otter who was still staring at him. He chuckled when he realized what was on Austin's mind. "Heh, maybe I should ask later--enjoying the view?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah," the otter snickered dreamily.

"Well, you know...it's a little rude to stare when you're the only one with a shirt on," Kane huffed playfully as he stepped forward to close the distance between them.

Austin subconsciously took a half-step back as the larger bear approached him, but stopped when Kane reached for the hem of his shirt with his massive hands. The polar bear was close enough for Austin to smell his natural body odor, enough to feel the larger man's warm, heavy breath puffing down on his head...enough for the tips of his toes to meet Austin's while his large, bare belly brushed against the otter's shirt.

"Why don't I help you out of this?" Kane suggested.

"O-ok," Austin breathed as the bear began pulling up on his shirt. He raised his arms while Kane continued peeling his shirt upward, over his stomach, then his chest...then his shoulders and elbows, before pulling it off of the otter entirely, exposing his brown and tan fur.

"Ah, there he is, cute little otter," Kane breathed, looking down at Austin; he balled up the otter's T-shirt and stuffed it into Austin's locker before he lowered his hands to the young man's waist, hovering just above his fur. "May I?" he asked softly.

Austin grinned. "Heh, yeah...please."

Kane smiled warmly while his hands alit on Austin's waist, and the otter felt a tingle race up his spine. Kane's paws were so big, so strong, and so warm--the enormous mitts held him in place, cradling his pelvis. The bear's fingers rested on both his lower back and upper ass, while Kane's thumbs gently rubbed along Austin's obliques, feeling the defined ridges of the lean muscles.

"You go to the gym pretty often, huh?" Kane asked, softly tapping his thumbs on the lower region of Austin's slender stomach, just above the waistband of his shorts.

"I guess...try to keep in shape," Austin muttered while he let the bear continue inspecting him. "I eat--oh!" he squeaked when he felt Kane teasingly squeeze his waist; the bear's thick fingers pressed into his glutes before relaxing again.

"You eat what?" Kane asked innocuously.

"Uh...a lot of junk food, though," Austin lamely finished, recovering.

"Heh, that's alright; you're young. It's not gonna stick to your hips just yet," Kane said, gently squeezing the otter's waist again. "At your age, you could eat a dump truck and burn it off in a day," he joked before he slid his hands up the otter's sides.

Austin giggled and subtly squirmed as Kane dragged his claws lightly through his fur.

"Little ticklish, are we?" Kane cocked an eyebrow deviously.

"M-maybe a little," the otter admitted shyly.

The polar bear smirked. "I'll need to keep that in mind."

Kane lifted his hands from Austin's sides to the otter's chest, placing them on his tan-furred pectorals. He lightly palpated the pads of muscle, like a baker softly kneading dough--an involuntary grunt mixed with a groan in Austin's throat, and the otter arched his back to subtly thrust his chest forward, luxuriating in the bear's tender treatment. Kane lingered for a moment more to savor Austin's reaction before pushing his hands farther up to the boy's shoulders. Kane rested his palms on Austin's clavicles, while he used a thumb to delicately stroke the otter's neck as he gazed into the otter's hazel eyes.

"Well, hi there," he mused softly.

Austin felt ready to melt into jelly, but he managed to stay standing under the bear's hands; he kept his eyes locked with Kane's, practically losing himself in the brilliant blue of his irises. "Oh...hi."

Kane huffed smugly before he squeezed Austin's shoulders. "Enjoying yourself so far?"

"Mmhmm."

"Heh...anything you want to touch?" Kane suggested. "Now's your chance to do more than just look, you know."

"Hm? Oh!" Austin shook himself from his reverie and reached forward to lay his hands on Kane's stomach; he let them rest there for a moment, simply feeling the powerful drum rise and fall under his palms as Kane inhaled and exhaled. Even though Kane's belly was rotund and hung slightly over his waistband, Austin could tell that it was the result of years of weight lifting; there was a thick slab of muscles under the fat that gave the bear's abdomen that extra layer of give. Austin curled his fingers gently, scratching Kane's stomach and eliciting a soft rumble from the polar bear. "A little ticklish there?" Austin asked.

"Not really, but that does feel good," Kane replied.

"Heh, I'll have to remember that." Austin tenderly scratched for another moment before he slid his hands upward, brushing through the thick white coat as he moved up to the overhang of the bear's pectorals. He cupped them for a moment, feeling the weight of Kane's muscle before pressing his palms flat on the bear's solid chest--Austin could feel Kane's heart under his hand, beating steadily while the ursine's torso expanded and contracted with his breathing. The otter brushed his fingers over Kane's nipples, earning another soft rumble from the bear, before he curled his digits again and dragged them down along the gentle curve of Kane's stomach. Austin slowly rubbed around to the sides of Kane's abdomen, cupping the muffin-top that bulged over the waistband of his shorts and simply enjoying the sheer mass of man that was allowing him to explore, to touch, to feel, to let his hands wander all over...before they eventually landed on his belt buckle.

"Was wondering when you'd get there, kiddo," Kane murmured encouragingly. He grinned down at the otter, who looked up at him as if asking for permission. "How about you help me out of these?"

Austin almost couldn't believe what he'd heard--this stud, who was old enough to be his father and big enough to easily fold him in half, was really letting him pull down his shorts? Here? Now?

"Oh...yeah." Austin felt like he'd stepped outside of his body and was simply watching himself reach forward with trembling fingers; the otter pulled the leather strap back through the steel buckle and unlatched the bear's belt.

"Heh, not wasting any time, are you?"

Austin's hands shook as he fumbled with the button still keeping Kane's shorts closed around his waist. "Well, I..." He wasn't sure what he was going to say, his nerves and excitement were starting to get the better of him.

But Kane, keeping one hand planted reassuringly on Austin's shoulder, lifted his other paw and went for his waistband to assist the otter. "Heh, it's alright, bud...here..."

In a flash, Kane had unfastened his button and pulled down his zipper, revealing the top of the aqua blue boxer briefs he was wearing.

"You've got it from here," the polar bear murmured encouragingly while he gently patted Austin's cheek and placed his free hand back on the otter's shoulder.

Austin could feel his heart in his throat, but he pushed through his nerves and gripped the loosened sides of Kane's waistband...and pulled down, exposing the polar bear's thick, polyester-clad thighs before the large bulge of his crotch came into view; unlike the rumpled folds of his swim trunks yesterday, Kane's tight underwear left almost nothing to the imagination. Austin was mesmerized by the oblong lump that was the polar bear's chubbing cock--from the silhouette alone, the otter could tell Kane's flaccid member was just shy of being as thick as a beer can, and it was clearly bent down over his balls, which looked like they had been stuffed into his underwear and were stretching the aqua blue fabric. Austin's mouth watered when he saw the whole package nestled between Kane's thighs, while he continued pulling the man's shorts down to his knees...before letting them drop to the floor around Kane's ankles.

"Heh, you can take 'em off, too," Kane said, referring to his boxer briefs.

Austin rubbed his hands up along Kane's thighs, returning to the polar bear's waist; the polyester was smooth under his palms and warm from Kane's body heat. The otter made a point of refraining from reaching for the older man's cock and balls--he didn't want to be so direct that Kane thought he was desperate. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the elastic band around Kane's hips...and pulled, peeling the underwear downward, unveiling the white fur of his thighs and crotch. Austin's pulse thumped hard in his ears as he pulled down more and more, exposing the bear's ass first before readjusting his grip to drag the front of his boxer briefs downward...

"Ah, there we go," Kane sighed as his waistband slid down over the base of his cock.

Austin kept pulling, revealing inch after inch of the dark gray shaft; Kane's flaccid cock was a stocky, girthy slab of beef, with a prominent, branching vein meandering along the side of it like a thick slug, and his foreskin formed a tight, thin, fleshy sheath around his rotund cockhead, with a large enough opening to show off the bear's meatus and the fat tip of his glans. Austin couldn't tell exactly how many inches the older man was packing, but Kane definitely had at least four more than him, and the guy wasn't even fully erect. As Kane was only at a semi, his cock dropped down under its own weight and rested against his white-furred, lemon-sized balls, which dropped slightly as Austin pulled down the supportive fabric of the boxer briefs...until Kane's underwear was around his knees.

"Heh, what do you think?" Kane asked as he lowered his hand from Austin's shoulder again and took over pulling his boxer briefs down.

Austin couldn't help but stare while the bear stepped out of his shorts and underwear. The hefty column that languidly swung from side to side with Kane's movements was so thick and plumply filled out that the polar bear's dick resembled the business end of a baseball bat. The bear's foreskin neatly sheathed his cockhead, making his shaft smoothly merge into the dome of his glans, except for the very tip of his penis, where Austin could see the exposed circle of Kane's glans and meatus. And at such close quarters, Austin could smell the musk that clung to the bear's crotch--it wasn't a thick or overly pungent odor, but just strong enough to distinguish itself on the air between Austin and Kane and enhance the polar bear's aura of pure, potent masculinity.

"Def--" Austin cleared his throat before starting again. "Definitely worth the wait."

"Hehe, I figured," Kane chuckled--he was now fully nude and kicked his discarded garments to the side. "Your eyes are so big right now...and they sure are pretty," he added with a grin.

Austin grimaced, embarrassed and flustered--what was he supposed to say to that?

The polar bear, however, didn't seem to need a response; instead, he got down on one knee in front of the otter. Where before he had been towering over Austin, Kane's head was now level with the boy's chin.

"Shall I?" he asked, putting his massive paws on Austin's waistband.

"Mmhmm." Austin nodded enthusiastically, which earned another smirk from Kane before he set to work.

As large as the bear's fingers were, he handily unfastened the button and drawstring keeping Austin's shorts up before undoing his zipper with a simple flick of his wrist. In another moment, the bear quickly yanked Austin's shorts down to his ankles, exposing the otter's thong; it was a tight little neon pink piece with black stripes accentuating the crotch, which was tenting visibly.

"Oooh, these look fun!" Kane said excitedly. He playfully pinched and tugged on the figure-hugging fabric a few times as he asked, "What brand are these?"

"Um...Andre Carter."

"Nice! I might need to get me some...looks like they fit very nicely," he observed as his hands followed the cut of the thong around Austin's hips and to his backside, where the straps dipped under his thick, rudder-like tail. Kane diverted from the path of the thong's material and cupped Austin's ass, effortlessly smothering the taut cheeks in his palms.

"Mmm...got a nice couple of biscuits back there," he growled, kneading and shaking Austin's ass with his hands.

"Ah!" Austin chirped and squealed at the treatment--he couldn't help but stumble forward a little from the force with which the polar bear was manhandling his rump, but he steadied himself when he bumped against Kane's large muzzle, closing the already minute distance between them and bringing him even further into the bear's embrace.

"Oh, I could play with these all day," Kane huffed into Austin's chest, his breath warm and humid in the otter's fur. "But I think there's something else I need to check out first," he added; Austin shivered with delight when the older man gave his ass one last pinch before bringing his hands back to his front and hooking his fingers into his waistband.

"Now, what have we here?" Kane asked facetiously as he turned his attention to the stiff pole in Austin's thong. Excited, Austin watched the polar bear bend down further in front of him...then flinched when he felt the big, ursine nose press firmly into his crotch.

Kane sniffed deeply, then exhaled, then another deep sniff...before snuffling and snorting, rooting around in Austin's groin, all around the base of his dick and over his balls.

"Aha! Oohh ahaha!" Austin bashfully giggled and squirmed as the bear sniffed out his privates, but exercised enough self control to stay in place. Waves of butterflies roiled in his stomach and heat rose in his cheeks; nobody had ever done anything like this to him before...and the bear really enjoyed doing this? Playing with him like this, getting up close and personal with his own body odor and animalistically huffing and snorting all over him?

Evidently so, because after one final whiff, Kane shook his face in Austin's crotch, effectively motorboating his thong-clad dick and balls, before smacking his lips as if he'd just enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying meal. "Mmm, smells like boy cock...think I need to check to make sure, though..."

Before Austin could stop him (not that the otter would have stopped him, though), Kane pulled the otter's underwear down--Austin grimaced in momentary pleasure when his rigid cock sprang up from its fabric trappings, and it bobbed in front of him in all its pale pink, circumcised glory at just under six inches while Kane slid his thong down to his ankles.

"Ah, he's free at last," Kane mused, seeing just how hard Austin was already. "And damn does he look tasty..."

"Heh...you're...more than welcome to a sample...if you want?" Austin said, uncertain if he was being too direct.

Kane smirked and huffed through his nose. "Tempting as that is...I want to save that for a little bit later. Besides, you look hard enough to pop right about now," he quipped before lightly tapping the head of Austin's cock with the pad of his forefinger. Even from the minimal contact of warm, rough pad on smooth skin, Austin throbbed. "Let's not have you shoot just yet," Kane said sagely as he rose to his feet again.

The otter nodded. "Ah...if you say so."

Kane grinned down at him, his eyes twinkling. "But before we get our spa on..."

The polar bear leaned down, pushing his snout forward.

Austin's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat...before he tilted his head up and raised his muzzle...and closed his eyes as Kane tenderly cradled his face in his enormous hands...

Kane's lips were like thick bands of moist velvet on his--they were soft, yet powerful, somehow forcing Austin to open his mouth wider while the polar bear pressed forward. Austin's head rolled back slightly from the force of Kane's kissing, but the otter didn't mind; if anything it enhanced the fact that he was making out with such a strong and experienced man who was 37 years his senior...and Kane had chosen to kiss him--him! He was just some kid who could count on one hand both the number of guys he'd kissed and the number of dicks he'd sucked, and here he was, making out with the visual definition of "sexy beast" in the resort spa locker room.

The otter was in heaven--Kane was a far better kisser than anyone Austin had encountered before. Forget about the frantic, drunken kissing at a house party, the shy, quick kissing in some secretive corner of campus, or the wholly unsatisfying kissing of some stranger in a bar; this was the real deal, what Austin had been longing for, what he'd been dreaming of for so long.

The polar bear held him steady, safely, as he dominantly pushed his tongue into Austin's muzzle and began lapping over his teeth, over his tongue, over his palate, and working his way towards the otter's throat. Kane was tasting him, inspecting him, tenderly caressing him with his tongue, and Austin simply accepted all of it as he let his paws rest on Kane's hips; Kane huffed into his mouth as their heads rolled from side to side, their lips locked in passion. Austin could taste the sharp flavor of spearmint on the bear's tongue, probably from chewing gum earlier; he could feel Kane's steamy breath on every heavy, excited exhale; he could hear the low, satisfied growls in the bear's throat...and Austin just wanted more.

Austin's cock twitched from the electrifying desire running rampant through his system. He'd never been aroused like this before, never been hungry like this before--Kane was doing something to him that made him feel like a fire had been set ablaze in his belly, and it was burning intently, empowering him to thoroughly enjoy the high he was riding.

As Kane fed more of his drooling tongue into Austin's muzzle, the otter suckled on the warm, powerful invader, nursing on it before swallowing the foreign saliva that collected in his mouth. When Kane eventually retracted his tongue, Austin pushed his own into the bear's muzzle, feeling the row of sharp teeth and the prominent fangs. Kane rumbled approvingly as he sucked on Austin's muscle and softly nibbled on it--he slurped so hungrily and so powerfully that, for a moment, it felt like Austin was making out with a vacuum...before Kane released the pressure and let the otter withdraw.

The two of them parted, their muzzles still just barely touching while they panted.

Kane grinned as he idly rubbed Austin's still-wet lips with his thumb...before pressing the digit into the otter's accepting mouth. Austin lightly sucked on the bear's thumb, licking the thick pad as Kane wagged it back and forth over his tongue.

"Mmm...that's quite a mouth on you, kid," Kane murmured softly. "Got the perfect tongue and lips...damn good kisser..."

Austin's heart fluttered as Kane withdrew his saliva-soaked thumb--nobody had ever complimented his kissing before...or his mouth in general. The best that Mason Barlow had said when he was sucking his dick was "Oh...oh yeah, I'm gonna cum." Not exactly a substantial review of his oral skills.

"Heh, thanks," Austin breathed in a daze. He licked his lips, still savoring the taste of Kane's tongue and thumb before he continued, "Helps that I've got such a good kisser to make out with."

Kane winked at him. "A boy as cute as you deserves a good kisser, that's for sure."

After planting a quick smooch on Austin's forehead, Kane released his hold on the otter's face and picked up his discarded shorts and underwear from the floor. "Alright, bud, let's get to relaxing."

His mind still swirling from their kiss, Austin slowly picked up his clothes and tossed them into his locker. Meanwhile, Kane slipped into his spa robe and tied it closed with the fabric strap around his waist; the robe only came down to his knees, while the middle of his chest and upper stomach were exposed between his lapels, and the bulge of his chubbing dick could still be hidden by the robe's folds. Shaking himself from his reverie and seeing that he was lagging behind, Austin pulled out his robe and tugged it on. But when he cinched it closed around his waist, his dick was still forming an obvious tent in the terrycloth.

"Ah...sorry, I--" Austin started sheepishly.

Kane chuckled as he sidled up next to Austin and embraced him by the shoulder, leading him out of the locker room with the otter under his arm. "Nothing to be embarrassed about...besides, it's not like anyone else is here to see. Come on, kiddo."

Austin, nervous but feeling somewhat more relaxed while under the polar bear's arm, padded alongside Kane as they made their way down the hallway, passing the sauna, showers, and steam room on their way to the jacuzzi. In a foggy, dimly-lit, stone-tiled room of its own, the oval, blue gunite pool that had been set into the floor was nearly four feet deep and large enough for 10 people. A halogen light under the water illuminated the pool, and clouds of steam rose tranquilly from the water, which rippled from the currents created by the submerged jets. Next to the pool stood two cedar benches, and a small, rocky fountain in the corner of the room gurgled peacefully; Austin could smell faint traces of lavender and mint thanks to the mist that puffed into the air from the oil diffuser next to the fountain.

Alone in the room, Kane and Austin stepped next to the benches and casually disrobed, dropping their terrycloth garments on the furniture before Kane strode around to the pool's entrance and dipped his foot into the water.

"Aaaah that's good," he hissed, descending the built-in stairs as he waded forward and down into the pool; when he was fully in the pool, the water only came up to his waist. Kane turned, and Austin could see the polar bear's dark, club-like cock float buoyantly just below the surface, bobbing lazily with the current of the jets. "Oh, it's perfect in here," Kane said dreamily.

Austin grinned and stepped in to join Kane.

"Oooh, yeah, that's what I needed," Austin moaned--the water was comfortably hot, enveloping him in warmth without making him feel like he was being boiled alive as he eased himself further into the pool. He hissed when the water covered his balls, then his still-hard dick, relishing the heat. Already he could feel his muscles beginning to loosen and relax, and he breathed in the steam that rose from the surface, filling his lungs with the humid air.

Austin was short enough that his torso was half-submerged when he fully entered the pool, and he and Kane waded through the water to the built-in bench on the far side of the jacuzzi, where they settled next to each other. Sitting down with his legs spread wide (and his left leg pressing solidly against Austin's), the polar bear's keg of a stomach was halfway underwater, while the water lapped at the slender otter's chest, just above his nipples. Kane leaned back against the side of the pool, resting his arms on the pebbled rim surrounding the jacuzzi in a way that had Austin cozily nestled against his left side again.

The two of them sighed contentedly, closing their eyes as they luxuriated in the heat, the steam, the massage of the underwater jets, the pleasing aromas, the soft babbling of the fountain, and the pleasure of each others' company. Austin simply listened to the soothing music that was playing, and breathed for a moment...in...and out...in...and out...

His dick began to soften somewhat, and floated more naturally in the water, but still twitched sporadically as he nuzzled up close next to Kane and casually rested a hand on his thigh, reveling in the big bear's presence. Though as excited as he was to be sharing this time with Kane, Austin felt...peaceful, relaxed...serene. It helped that Kane's fingers were lazily tracing and rubbing over Austin's shoulder, occasionally brushing through his fur and squeezing the younger man's upper arm.

They sat like that for a while in the jacuzzi, losing track of time, until...

"What were you asking about earlier?" the otter eventually asked.

"...Hmm?" Kane sounded almost drowsy.

"Back in the locker room?"

"...Oh!" Kane used his right hand to rub his face before he replied, "Your last name...Dunbar. Wanted to learn a little about the history there."

Austin furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment. "Oh, we're from Gaelsterra originally--my ancestors, I mean. It's the region they were from, and they kept the name when my, like, great-great-great-great-great grandfather immigrated."

"Hmm...not connected to any royalty, are you?"

Austin chuckled. "Nah, just fishermen; the part of the family that stayed behind had a really good fishing business, I think that's how they sponsored the immigration."

"Has your family connected with them?"

"No...my dad keeps talking about taking a trip there when he retires, but it's not like he's done any research or anything. At least, not that I know of--everything I know about is from my grandma," Austin continued, reminiscing. "She'd spend a ton of time talking about 'the old country', I guess because that was all she heard about from her parents and grandparents."

"So she passed it on to you the way it had been passed on to her," Kane observed.

"I guess." Austin shrugged. "What about you? Markov?"

Kane grunted as he readjusted in his seat. "My family's from Adriak, that was the god of war for them. I'm guessing back in the old days they were warriors and soldiers."

"Like knights?"

"Maybe, or mercenaries for hire; I haven't checked through the historical records or anything. Who knows, maybe I've got a family castle over there that's falling apart and needs to be restored by a young, handsome architect," Kane joked, playfully squeezing Austin's shoulder.

"Heh, restoring a castle would be a tall order...but I can think of a lot of ways for you to pay me back," Austin replied flirtatiously as he gripped Kane's thigh below the water.

The polar bear smirked and rumbled approvingly. "Mm, careful, kiddo, gonna get me riled up if you keep going like that. We'll have some fun soon, but the point of this place is to relax," he added with a wink.

Austin grinned--his dick had perked up again at the thought of Kane simply ravaging him right here and now in the hot tub, but he contented himself with patting the polar bear's thigh reassuringly. "I'll try to behave, but no guarantees."

"Good boy," Kane mused, squeezing the otter's shoulder again. He sighed before he took up, "So, you said that you haven't really had a professional massage before; have you soaked in a hot tub like this before?"

Austin shook his head. "Not like this--there's the hot tub by the pool at the university rec center, and I've been in a few hotel hot tubs on other vacations...just to do something while the rest of the family's doing their own thing, you know? But never been in a spa jacuzzi like this."

"What do you think?"

"It's nice! I like it--kind of want to do it more often if it's like this. And the company's pretty great, too," the otter added coyly.

"Heh, likewise," the polar bear chuckled. He adjusted in his seat again, subtly pushing himself closer against Austin as he went on, "When we were at the pool yesterday, you told me about what you like to do for fun, but when you're not on vacation or at the rec center, what do you do to relax?"

"Hmm...play video games, watch TV and movies, read a little, that kind of thing," Austin rattled off. "There's not a lot of time outside of studying and class projects. Like, I'll go to parties and have fun, but a lot of the time, it's just...school work."

"Do your professors give you a lot to do?" Kane asked.

"Yeah, and I've got to pull all-nighters sometimes. But coffee helps with that."

Kane chuckled. "Ah, you're giving me flashbacks to when I went to college--looking back on it, being a student was a lot of fun, but it's a rough life."

"For real though!" Austin groaned. "It's like every day there's something going on, it never ends. Can't remember the last time I actually got eight hours of sleep except during breaks."

"Heh, and it only gets worse after you get a job and move into your career," Kane smirked.

"Oh great, thanks, now you tell me," the otter quipped dryly.

The polar bear chuckled and nudged Austin. "You're still young and durable, you can handle it when things get a little rough...especially in the bedroom."

Austin snickered.

"But I've got a little advice for you, kiddo, if you want it," Kane continued.

The otter nodded, curious.

"From someone who's been around the block before, take it from me: start building in time to take care of yourself. Not just eating healthy and working out, but mentally--life is going to get hard, but you'll have a better time getting through those hard parts if you proactively find ways to give yourself some room to just disconnect from everything and breathe. Here, let me show you..." Kane lifted his hand from Austin's shoulder and draped his heavy palm on the boy's collar, with his thumb working down along the otter's shoulder blade...until he pressed on a small, firm bundle of muscle.

"Ahhh! Mmm," Austin squirmed and groaned appreciatively when he felt the polar bear's thumb on the sensitive spot on his upper back. "How did you--I didn't even know that was there!"

"Yeah, it's a little knot right now, but it's gonna keep growing if you don't do anything about it," Kane said, gently rubbing Austin's shoulder blade with his digit. The otter leaned further against the polar bear, practically burying his face in the larger man's white-furred side and moaning softly at the impromptu massage. "That's the stress you're carrying around, and it'll take a toll on you if you don't take care of yourself," Kane continued, pressing into the knot and working it back and forth under his thumb. "It's alright to focus on getting shit done, but a party every now and then isn't going to be restorative when you're dealing with a hangover the next morning. Make sense?"

"Uuh-huuh," Austin murmured, gritting his teeth at the mix of pain and pleasure of Kane working on the knot in his shoulder.

"Find some time to get a proper massage, take a walk, meditate, get away from the stuff that's stressing you out, even if you think it shouldn't be causing you any grief..."

As Kane trailed off, Austin pondered his words for a moment...yes, he could think of something that was causing him grief, even though it shouldn't be...

"A little self love goes a long way," the bear mused softly, his thumb still digging into the knot in Austin's shoulder. "Think you can do that for me, bud?"

Austin snickered with his face still resting against Kane's side. "Hehe, if you want me to love myself, I'm waaaay ahead of you there."

"Mmm, oh really? And how many times have you loved yourself since you and your folks got here?" Kane asked teasingly, his voice low.

Before Austin could answer, he heard the door to the jacuzzi room open, and a set of footsteps began padding over the tiled floor of the entryway.

"Heh, to be continued," Kane said softly in Austin's ear before he leaned back to see who had entered.

"Mr. Markov?" called the masseur who had just stepped into the room. "I'm ready for you, I'll wait outside for you and we can head on back."

"Thanks, I'll be right there," Kane genially called back before the masseur stepped back out into the hall. "Alright, kiddo, time for me to go."

"Aw, but this is so nice," Austin mockingly pouted.

Kane chuckled and patted the otter on the back. "Oh, don't you worry, your guy will be here soon for you, too--ready for your deep tissue massage?"

Austin sat back, supporting himself again. "Yeah, but I'd rather be getting it from you."

The bulky polar bear smirked as he got up from the bench, and the water rippled and splashed as he made his way to the pool's steps. "Oh, I'll give you a good rubdown eventually, but I want you to experience the real deal, first. And I think you're really gonna enjoy it," Kane added as he exited the pool.

Austin watched the older man wetly pad over to the cedar bench where he'd left his robe. As Kane tugged it on with his fur still wet, he continued, "We'll both be about an hour, but how about you meet me in the sauna when you're done?"

"Sounds good," Austin replied.

Kane finished securing his robe around his waist, draping the white terrycloth to hide his semi-flaccid cock from view. When the polar bear turned around to face the hot tub again, he saw that Austin had relaxed against the side of the jacuzzi and spread his legs to relax, giving Kane an unobstructed view of his arousal under the water.

"Mm, now that's a sight I could look at all day," the polar bear said wistfully. "A little excited, are we?"

"Heh, maybe just a little," Austin admitted.

"Uh-huh, I figured...still, might want to find a way to calm down a little before you go for your massage; I don't think your masseur is expecting such a horny boy on his table."

"I guess...think I've got time for a quick cold shower?" Austin asked.

"Probably not," Kane sniggered. "I'd help right now if I could, but I've gotta get going...so you'll just have to wait for me."

"Gee, thanks."

"Good luck," the polar bear chuckled before strolling to the door and out of the room, leaving the naked otter alone in the hot tub.

---

Fortunately, by the time Ryan, Austin's lynx masseur, came to collect the otter, Austin's dick had softened enough to easily conceal beneath his robe; all Austin had to think of was his family and what they were getting up to while he was there in the spa. If anything was going to turn him off after having spent so much time nude in close proximity to Kane, it would be the thought of his family off gallivanting and having fun without him.

But then again, he was having his own fun, thanks to Kane...and Ryan. As he lay facedown and naked on the lynx's heated, comfortably padded table, Austin moaned and whimpered repeatedly under Ryan's ministrations.

"Everything okay?" Ryan had asked the first time he heard Austin groan while he'd pressed down on his spine.

"Oooh yeah...just perfect," Austin had sighed blissfully.

Ryan had chuckled. "Alright, just let me know if you need me to ease up."

The lynx's skillful hands kneaded Austin's back, arms, and legs, from the knot that Kane had touched on earlier to the tightly wound cords in the otter's calves. Austin closed his eyes dreamily--his dick, pressed between his pelvis and the table, began to chub again, not out of sexual arousal, but simply due to the physical pleasure of Ryan pressing into his muscles in just the right way to make him loosen up. At first, Austin thought that maybe he should try calming himself down again...but then he gasped when Ryan began digging into his upper back and shoulders, and pretty soon the otter found himself not caring about much of anything, including his growing erection. At that point, all Austin cared about was zoning out and relaxing while Ryan continued onward, covering practically every inch of the toned, slender otter.

Austin couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed--it was as if his mind was sailing off to another realm adjacent to his body, floating in a peaceful pond filled with stars and divinely beautiful cosmic auras. He was partly aware of Ryan pulling on his shoulders and pressing his knuckles into his feet, but he was mentally detached, wonderfully at ease...there was no family to think about, no plans for the fall after vacation to consider, no mounting stress to worry about...not even Kane to fantasize about. He was content and tranquil, in a state of zen that he'd never felt before...in a space between sleeping and waking, half-dreaming about things he could barely recognize...

"Okay, Mr. Dunbar, that's our time," Ryan eventually said, his soft voice bringing Austin back to the present.

The otter blearily opened his eyes to stare up at the dimly-lit ceiling--he was laying on his back now, a thin towel draped over his groin and his flaccid penis; he hadn't realized he'd softened again, he'd been lost in a blissful reverie. But he was here again, in this body, in this time, in this place...

Austin breathed in as if properly inhaling for the first time in his life...and sighed, pushing what felt like a mountain of baggage out of his lungs.