Vacation Souvenirs—Epilogue
#11 of Vacation Souvenirs
It's time for the annual Dunbar family vacation, and Austin is joining his folks for a week at a luxurious resort in sunny Las Positas. But for the 20 year-old otter, family vacations have always meant "vacation for the rest of the family" while he fends for himself. That's going to change this year, though, when he meets another guest at the resort: Kane Markov, a polar bear in his 50s who's interested in taking the younger man under his wing for the week.
It's the epilogue--I kept it as short and sweet as I could, just to give you a taste of what Austin and Kane's future looks like. While this is the end of this particular story, this might not be the last time you see Austin and Kane--they're two characters that have become very near and dear to me, and I've enjoyed writing them so much that it's entirely possible there might be more stories about them later on (not for a while though, I need a little rest from them and I'm sure they could use a break from me!).
As always, creepy and wholesome comments, questions, feedback, and constructive critiques are always welcome and appreciated, and thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for reading!
Four years later, in mid-July...
The sun was setting--as the blazing disc of light descended towards the far-off horizon, it cast beautifully saturated hues of gold, pink, purple, and orange into the already-darkening blue vault of the sky. There was a catamaran in the distance, its tall, triangular sails billowing and propelling it across the glittering sea. It was high tide, and the foam-laced waves rolled in against the shore before they retreated...and were replaced with more whitecaps that crashed against the sand. A tropical breeze blew across the beach and up to the lush greenery farther up beyond the shore, bringing with it the invigorating and refreshing smell of salt and seaweed.
Between two palm trees by the private boardwalk that led to the beach, a wide, pineapple-printed cloth hammock hung and swayed in the wind, gently rocking the otter who comfortably lay on his back in the sling.
Austin had tucked his hands up behind his head and his legs were spread, his left foot lazily dangling off the edge of the hammock. His eyes were closed, and he was lightly dozing to the sound of the waves in the distance and the birds chirping in the trees. He was naked in the hammock except for three accessories that he wore: a thick, doughnut-shaped stainless steel weight that had been locked around the neck of his scrotum, a stud piercing in his right eyebrow, and a black plated tungsten carbide band on his left ring finger. The ring around his digit was a recent addition--it had only been a few days since Austin had started wearing it, but the metal band already felt natural on his finger.
At 24, the young man had barely changed physically since that fateful vacation in Las Positas--he had put on a little more muscle, but Austin was still largely the same slender otter he had been at 20. His professional situation, however, had improved by leaps and bounds. He had graduated from college and finished his three-year internship with Solomon-Dare's architecture firm, and just two weeks ago he had successfully passed his board exams to become a certified and licensed architect. He had a lucrative full time job lined up at Solomon-Dare, and dozens of new projects he was eager to start working on...but they had to wait for him to get back from his trip to Arcadia Key first.
It was a remote and tiny spit of land situated in an archipelago just off the southeastern coast; Arcadia Key had just under two acres of dense jungle vegetation, which surrounded the private bungalow in the middle of the island. The vacation rental company that owned the whole archipelago had stocked the little three-room house with enough supplies for a week, and the boat transport would return in seven days to ferry Austin back to the mainland.
Until then, the otter was going to stay totally naked; as soon as he had dropped his bag in the bungalow, he had shed his clothes and gone for a walk along the beach, reveling in the freeing sensation of the wind ruffling his bare fur, before he went for a quick skinny-dip in the ocean and dried off under the sun--he was taking full advantage of the privacy of having an entire island to himself.
Well, almost to himself.
Over the distant sound of the waves on the beach, heavy footsteps audibly padded along the wooden boardwalk--still hazily drifting in and out of sleep, Austin smiled drowsily to himself, excited for the man he knew was coming to him.
The footsteps drew closer, making a few of the planks on the pathway squeak and groan...until they stopped.
"A mango cider, as you ordered," a deep, rumbling voice said.
Austin breathed in...and out, rousing himself to fully rejoin the waking world, and he opened his eyes to see Kane standing before the hammock. The polar bear, now 61 years old and as sexy, studly, and burly as ever, was as naked as the otter, wearing nothing at all except the matching black plated tungsten carbide ring on his left ring finger. Kane held a tumbler of whiskey in his right paw, while his left hand was wrapped around a sweating pint glass full of hard cider, which he held out for Austin.
"Ah, exactly what I wanted: A cold drink..." Austin took the pint glass from Kane and sipped the sweet, refreshing cider before he continued, "and my man to bring it to me."
"What more do you need on a tropical island honeymoon?" Kane quipped as he moved to sit down on the hammock.
Austin drew in his feet a little to make more room for the husky polar bear as he replied, "Just for my husband to fuck my brains out on the beach every night we're here."
"Heh, well of course you're going to get that, kiddo," Kane chuckled as he settled on the hammock. He sipped his whiskey before he motioned at the sunset over the tranquil ocean. "But we've still got some time before nightfall."
"Hmm...whatever will we do to occupy ourselves until then, Dad?" Austin asked facetiously.
Kane smirked at him deviously before he leaned forward. With his free hand, the polar bear caressed and fondled Austin's weighted balls while he closed the distance between them. "Oh, I think I've got some ideas, son," he growled before he kissed the young otter he had married only a few days ago.
Already starting to grow stiff under Kane's broad hand smothering and squeezing his balls and cock, Austin moaned into the polar bear's muzzle and tenderly cupped his husband's cheek as they made out in the hammock.
The past four years had been so much work, a titanic effort that had tested Austin and Kane in more ways than they could have anticipated when they first discussed what a relationship could look like back in the polar bear's Las Positas hotel suite. But through it all--the emotional phone calls, the desperate visits, the distance, the tough conversations, the stress of life and jobs and school...the outpourings of love, the jokes and laughter, the gifts and exchanged photos and texts, the virtual and in-person dates, the nights of passion, and the simple moments of silence and just enjoying each others' company--their bond grew stronger and stronger, eventually culminating in the small ceremony where they had exchanged vows and rings.
They had discussed and planned for the future. There were things to do, people to thank, papers to sign, places to be, lives to live, and tasks to be completed. But here, now, secluded on their own island for a week where they wouldn't have to worry about anything except each other, Austin and Kane sat on the hammock and kissed jubilantly, passionately, blissfully alone in their private oasis where only the setting sun could see them express their adoration for each other.
Though the sun didn't watch them for long; it eventually dipped below the horizon, and stars began to appear, luminous diamonds in the clear, dark sky.
Empty glasses sat on the ground by the hammock. Inebriated giggling and lustful snickering rose in the air, mixing with the gentle crashing of the ocean waves as the polar bear pulled the otter along by the hand to the beach. Kisses were stolen, hands roamed over bodies, polar bear fingers pulled at Austin's rim, and otter fingers slipped into Kane's foreskin. Kissing led to hugging led to groping led to sinking down to the ground, and soon Kane was on his back on the sand, gazing up at Austin as the younger man settled down onto his throbbing, meaty arousal, gladly impaling himself upon the blunt mace of Kane's love. Austin's eager and hungry hole easily swallowed every bulging inch of the polar bear's member, and the otter began to ride Kane at a languid, indulgent pace, savoring every second of having his husband spread him open, reveling in the satisfying sensation of completeness as he was filled again and again.
The ocean waves rolled hypnotically on the shore, their lapping and rolling a soothing, tantric drumbeat that set the tempo of Austin and Kane's lovemaking on the sandy beach. The polar bear slowly bucked his hips up as the otter sank down upon him, pushing for every centimeter of intimate contact he could get as his member slickly slid through Austin's snug tunnel of velvety, moist, and warm flesh. As Austin tantalizingly milked and rode Kane, Kane tenderly and adoringly stroked the Austin's pulsating, stiff cock and squeezed his sensitive balls in return, never breaking eye contact with his husband, his lover, his friend, his son.
"Don't stop...never...stop," Kane huffed, the radiant fire in his eyes burning in the starlight.
"Always...here with you," Austin murmured back passionately, his gaze locked on his husband, his confidant, his paramour, his father.
The summer night was young--it was a night that truly marked the beginning of the two lovers' lives together, a night that Austin and Kane wanted to be as eternal as the promises they made to each other with their words and their bodies...and they were only just getting started.