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E! Exhibitionism! Getting off on putting on a show for others!

We were given eyes to see beauty, and we were given bodies to be beautiful. I want to be called handsome, I want others to look at me and call me beautiful, I want to be considered sexy. I want to be seen, ogled, and desired by my partner. I'd see it as an ego boost, that out of the many people in the world I am desirable to the person I want. Unfortunately, the real world has its... issues with things. Beauty standards, not wanting to be harrassed by strangers, body dysphoria, public indecency laws.

The cool thing I've always found about the Furry community is the transcendence past the physical body. The belief that beauty truly lies in the eye of the beholder, the artist, and, in my case, the writer.

I have never written an ugly character, I view them all in their many different forms, ways, means, species, behaviors, and bodies as beautiful. Perhaps it's a means of coping with my own meager physical form but hey, no one wants to hear about my tragedy.

You probably want to hear about my characters for this tale: Kay and Paul.

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Limbs pulsed, heart beat, lungs surged. The tiger was numb to the pounding of foot on trail. Predatory vision tunneling on the next few meters. He couldn't hear anything, even the melody of the music that sang through his headphones. The final sprint was always the part where he let loose. The frustration that built up from his fucking job, people that couldn't get a fucking clue. They failed the simplest of tasks. They were lazy, good-for-nothing, egotistical, narcissistic, and, most of all, RUDE!

They were the rudest sons of bitches that Kay had ever dealt with. They treated him like debris, like trash, like litter, like thrown out gum wrappers. It made Kane's blood boil. He had more than once had to consciously retract his claws. The degrading ways that they looked down at him. He's too young, too inexperienced, too unseasoned to be working at this level they whispered knowing full well he could hear them. They were all envious, he had worked his tail off to get to that level and if they couldn't recognize his skill, well fuck them all!!

And since it was undesirable to be charged with assault or anthroslaughter, Kay ran. The pounding of soles onto concrete was really the psychic crush of anger and outright rage leaving his body, streaking behind him in a trail of malice that would cause any medium to shudder with fear. He ran invigorated with the spirit of his demons, they followed his actions as he willed their grudges to fuel his steps. This was Kay at his most uncivilized.

The world faded from his mind's focus, the only sensation was the cackles of his murderous ghosts as they whispered through his frame. Sharp turns left, quick dashes right, all fueled by his pent up, pissed off phantoms. Which is why, when he took a blind turn around the public park's restrooms, he didn't see the unfortunate victim until he barrelled into them.

Limbs crashed, light spun, hard concrete impacted hands as bodies rolled. Kay groaned and rubbed his elbow that landed quite hard on the ground. It stung, likely scrapped, possibly bleeding. His acute sense of smell picked up the odor of iron and plasma. 'Definitely bleeding.'

The tiger took stock of what he hit. The otter was sitting up and holding his head. Kay immediately moved into action.

"Fuck, you okay?! I'm so sorry, I totally didn't see you!" The tiger rushed to the stranger's side and eased him to his feet. The otter hissed.

"Yeah, yeah, I- I think so. Just totally didn't expect to get hit by a, a, uhh" The otter finally gave the tiger a glance. Kay noticed the not-so-subtle up and down shift of his eyes, it was probably the adrenaline, the elevated heart rate, the misappropriation of arousal, but whatever it was, Kay immediately felt flattered.

It helped that the otter wasn't too bad looking himself. Kind, honest looking eyes. Soft, huggable stomach.

"You sure ya okay? Kinda stammering a bit there..." Kay asked, genuinely glad that the otter wasn't too hurt.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah... No, I'm fine." The otter said as he pulled his eyes from the tiger to look around. He cleared his throat in embarrassment. It just tickled the tiger on more. The otter was wearing some athletic wear as well, sweatbands on his wrists and head, and cute rainbow socks that went up his calves. Kay couldn't help but wonder what he'd look like with just those socks on. Maybe with a matching set of underwear and arm warmers. The pull of blood towards his engorging dick pulled his attention back from the fantasy.

"Anyway, if you're good, I gotta get going some more." Kay said while thumbing back along down the trail.

"What! Oh, right, yeah... Um, yeah" the otter mumbled, while looking back at him.

"Well, I'll see you around. Sorry again about running you over." Kay said as he turned to finish his run, his pace a much more manageable and controlled tempo. The tiger didn't notice if the eyes ogled his backside and taught legs or not. But the fantasy of them brought a smile to his toothy mouth. But he quickly brushed it off as he didn't think anything more of the encounter.

The following day, Kay was back on his trail. His footfalls flew over fallen leaves and small branches, both crunched under his feet. Today was a better day, work hadn't gotten him too down. He was able to keep control and appreciate the leaves that were morphing into reds, yellows, and ambers. Fall was a wonderful time, especially after the blazing summer his city just endured. Cool air whipped sweat off his fur, and he hummed along to the tune of the song in currently playing. Life was okay today.

But passing by the public bathrooms from yesterday, reminded him of the encounter. The cute otter that he literally ran into. Kay didn't even have his name, all he had was the feeling he kept from being checked out. As the tiger came to the turn, there was a palpitation in his heart. A kindling hope that he'd see that otter again. Well, more than a hope. It had influenced his outfit today. Yesterday he was in a full tracksuit and sweatpants. Today, he braved the cold with a tank top and shorts. More to show off his physique. Entice the eyes. Excite the imagination. More than a hope indeed.

Those hopes were dashed however as he turned the corner and found an empty alley, no otter, no anthro, just loneliness. The tiger laughed at himself and shook his head, feeling the littlest bit silly. Yesterday was the first time he saw the otter here despite his routine of running every day. A million reasons and excuses went through his head. The otter didn't run everyday, he was traveling and only in town for a day, he normally runs at a different time, he felt intimidated and moved to another park to run so he could cope with the crippling embarrassment of meeting a gorgeous stranger and absolutely failing to secure a date with the handsome tiger. That last one was obviously the most likely, and it made Kay laugh to himself. And then sigh. Feeling quite silly.

But he didn't mind it, sometimes it was worth being silly. He looked right at the soon setting sun, he didn't have much light left and the cold was getting to him. Turned at the next fork that would take him back towards his car. And again almost ran into a passing anthro. Almost. The otter was getting up from a bench that was placed right next to the entrance, the same gear as he was wearing yesterday. Kay skidded to a stop inches from the otter's mass. The strangers blinked at each other again.

"Uhh..." The otter emitted. Kay blinked and recovered.

"Well, hello there again. Really we must stop meeting like this." The tiger said as he pulled his ear buds out.

"Ha ha, yeah. Well, yeah." The otter said. He rubbed the back of his head, and again Kay noticed the way his eyes lingered on his chest and arms. That fact just enamored him more. Knowledge that this cute otter liked looking at the tiger's toned body. Definitely an ego boost. Kay decided to lay it on a bit thicker. He rolled his shoulder while his other hand rubbed across his pec. His groomed hair sprang back into place. He grunted, hamming it up that he was sore or had just worked out his arms or chest or something. The effect was both immediate and noticeable. Ogling eyes, a slight jaw drop, a soft gasp.

"Anyway, name's Kay. Should probably introduce myself in case I run into you or over you again." Kay said as he extended a hand towards his new friend. The otter slowly followed suit, as if he thought Kay was an apparition or a mirage.

"I'm... Paul." He said as they shook hands. 'Paul, huh.' It was such a simple name, but it honestly suited the otter, plain but also hiding a lot more. The tiger's instincts told him that there was more to Paul than met the eyes.

"Lovely to meet you, Paul. You about to start a run?" Kay asked, referencing his athletic wear.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I uh, gained my freshman fifteen a few years ago and so I guess I'm trying to get rid of it. Heh heh." Paul said as he patted his gut, which honestly wasn't too much. Kay saw worse from the jackassess at work everyday.

"I totally understand, though you don't look bad at all." Kay said with a wink. 'Maybe a little too strong?' He considered after the fact. Of course, it was too late to take it back. The instant blush and flustered chuckle convinced him overwise.

"Ohh, stop it.." Paul said.

"Nah, I'm serious. Like, I encourage your exercise journey. I'm just saying, you're pretty handsome."

"Pfft, ha ha ha." He chuckled nervously. The way he fiddled with his fingers, the way he ground his shoe into the ground, the way his rudder tapped along the back of his leg. Kay found it way too cute. If he stayed here anymore he'd have to awkwardly explain his erection. And they really were just one step above strangers. Kay had to get out of here to keep any dignity.

"Well, I hope you have a good run, I gotta get going." He said as he walked around the still blushing otter. He took the opportunity to return the favor and give the brown mammal a once over. Really, he was just handsome. Not too lanky, not too fat, not too tall, not too short. A wonderful middle ground. But, as Kay would attest to, anyone who was actively taking their health and physique into their own hands was immediately more attractive.

"Oh, uh, okay, I'll see you around... maybe." The otter called after him. Kay couldn't hide how happy that made him feel. 'He wants to see me again, lucky me!'

"I run here every day around this time. Maybe we'll... run into each other again." Kay said while walking backwards towards the parking lot.

"Yeah, okay. Bye.... Kay..." the tiger heard behind him as he turned. Kay waved over his shoulder and put a sway in his step. A shimmy in his hips. A twirl of his tail. A show for his new friend. Again fantasizing the way he was probably being gazed at. And with his back to Paul, he didn't hide the erection pushing out the front of his loose shorts. Another hope for the next day was seeded in the tiger's heart.

Day three and Kay was really hamming it up. He was running topless, his track jacket tied around his waist, the tightest sport shorts he owned on bottom. His run was cold, but he braved the element. Paul might show up, and wouldn't it feel nice to get checked out again in his full glory.

Kay was beyond feeling silly, this was way too much fun to second guess now. The odd joy of meeting someone new like this was lovely. Intoxicating even. Kay wouldn't consider himself lonely, but it was nice having another thing to look forward to in the day besides work. Another person. Even if it wasn't a guarantee. Paul wasn't under any obligation to meet him, or ever see him again. The tiger decided it was better to dream than be pessimistic. His runs were a lot better with the daydream of meeting the otter again, every curve around a wall of hedges, a second lap around the entrance gate, a double take into the center of the park to look for the other mammal was a dice roll on seeing the precious otter. Again and again however, he didn't see his new friend.

He sighed, 'Maybe I'm being too attached to a stranger.' he thought. He didn't know anything about Paul besides his name and he's trying to get his weight down, yet he was out here, goosebumps across his torso, nipples stiff, just to show off for him. Optimism or not, there was a level of self-criticism he couldn't shake. A whisper in his ear as the wind whistled in harmony.

He was coming up on the public bathrooms again, a blind turn of that fateful encounter. That random coincidence. That odd meeting. His elbow ached a bit from where his skin was rubbed raw from his impact with the concrete. Kay sighed, he edged across to the outside of the turn, learning from his mistake from yesterday's yesterday.

A flash of rainbow caught his peripheral, and the hunter's instinct kicked in. Eyes honed in. Ears flicked forward. Feet came to a stand still midstep. Lastly, his brain blue screened.

There were many possibilities in this world, many possibilities that Kay was willing to acknowledge. But never, never would he have expected to see.. that.

Paul, cock out, masturbating, against the wall.

If he was able to process everything that he was seeing, he'd also notice that Paul was equally shocked. Understandably, Kay's eyes were on his crotch.

Cock in hand, quickly deflating, shorts down by his knees. The cold wind picked up and ruffled both of their pelts. The sensation eventually forced an involuntary shiver in them both. Awkward tension built up between them, Kay, still stuck midstep, rebooted and raised his eyes. Paul was beyond shocked, stunned, and even astonished. Eyes wide, mouth agape, stark still, extremely pale.

Clearly horrified.

Kay looked left and right, not another soul was in sight. Heck, Kay had been sure the park was deserted before meeting Paul here. How he missed the otter enter with his outfit was a curiosity.

"Uh.. Hi, Paul." Kay said, trying to break the incredibly loud silence that blasted between the runners. The words seemed to be slow to process in the other's brain. His dick was fully flaccid, hand still gripping the stump.

"I... uh.." he started but clearly had no excuse or even response. His eyes were whipping down and around the corner of the park, likely hoping a reasonable explanation would pop out of the thin air.

Kay finally stood and turned his back on the exposed otter. If he had been asked why he didn't leave, the tiger couldn't have answered.

"Ya need a moment there or..."

"I'm so sorry!! I was coming to run and then I saw you and I just was absolutely out of control and I needed to get off and I know I shouldn't have done that and I'd get it if you never want to see me again and I'm sorry you had to see that!! It's just that you're very handsome and sexy- uh, not sexy, but, you know, uh attractive. And you've been in my head for the last two days and I just couldn't get over how good you look and it's no excuse because what kind of rational Anthro tries to justify jacking off in public by telling someone else they're too good looking. And I'm just stupid, stupid, stupid!!"

Kay blinked a bit before turning back to face him. Paul still didn't have his pants up. Hands covered his eyes. Shoulders scrunched. Rudder flicking aggressively against the wall. Kay could smell the agitation. The frustration. The desperation. The desire. And then recognized it in himself.

It was there in his actions of the past two days, daydreams about Paul, changing his habits, praying that he could see him again. Interact with him again. Obviously this was quite a great extreme expression of those emotions, but Kay found the display... rather evocative. Rather arousing. Rather exciting.

Paul found him sexy enough to risk whipping his dick out in public, in view of everything, just to get off.

And that just turned Kay on.

He walked towards Paul, prowled really. Soles crunching on leaves and wood.

"You're not stupid." He said. The otter's shoulders jumped at the word. "You're not..."

"But-" He started.

"I don't mind." Kay stopped him closing in on the other. The object of his attention.

"But-"

"I don't care." Kay said. He was a yard away from him now. "I just want to know if you'd let me join you."

Paul looked up. Noticed their proximity.

"Join me?" He asked.

"I've been thinking about you ever since we met too. Paul, you're stuck in my mind. Just how I am in yours. May I give you a hand?" Kay asked, gesturing to his still exposed dick. Paul looked down and back up. Kay met his eyes with a wink. "Come on, Paul. You and I. Here and now."

Kay held his breath, curious how'd Paul reply. He honestly expected to be denied, but hope sinks deep. Too deep to snuff out.

It was with little fanfare that Paul dropped his hands from his face. They moved towards Kay's bare chest. Kay nodded when he saw the otter hesitate. Two palms met his pec. Paul gulped. Looked into Kay's eyes. And nodded. Kay reached out.

He gripped around Paul's quickly engorging member. Small paws snagged their ways through his striped chest fur. Across his toned pecs and abs. Paul was silent, not that Kay noticed. His predatory eyes were glued to the shaft that slowly filled with both blood and desire. Soft skin, a slight curve to the left, a good stroke in length. It stuck straight out as Kay's fingertips glided across the shaft. Flexs caused it to pulse against the loose hold. The tiger's gaze rose, drinking in the form of the nearly naked otter. Along the slight pouch around his midsection, around his heaving chest, into his panting mouth, and lastly to his closed eyes. Paul wore pleasure like a mask, getting lost in the touch of another. Kay smiled.

His own cock was plumping up, 'God, Paul... I can't not want you.' The tiger leaned forward as the blistering cold was forgotten about as the heat of their passion rose. Their misty breath smoked out of their mouths. Kay put his other hand flat along the cold brick wall behind the other. His eyes were still closed, still enjoying the strokes up and down his dick.

His hand slid past the base and lower to grope and fondle the otter's balls. The thicker pubic hair felt coarse and grainy, a dynamic shift from his smooth penis. Small tugs down and out, not enough to stretch skin, enough to feel them spring back up as they drew back up against his groin.

"Ughmmm." Paul grunted. Kay grinned. He prodded the crevice right behind Paul's sack, and willed just a little, just a centimeter of his filed claw to sink into the soft flesh. He traced it up, in between his balls, up the bottom of his shaft, all the way to his crown. Slow enough to be agony, not deep enough to scrape or cut.

"Fu.. Guh.. Hmm" Kay feasted on the sounds the otter was making, the soft little groans. He was pleased as the hands on his chest clenched harder. Pulling at the roots of his chest fur. Solidifying his own feelings of arousal. His own dick danced along the inner seam of his shorts and demanded its own attention.

"You like that?" Kay softly growled as he grated across Paul's head with just one finger. The surface was slick. Paul gulped and swallowed, his kind eyes threaded open and finally discovered how close the tiger prowled towards him during the last minute. The answer to the question, unspoken, was evident. The blush that kissed his cheeks reddened even more, vibrantly speaking more than Paul likely wanted to admit.

"Well, perhaps, you should return the favor..." Without stopping the swirl of his finger along the sensitive tip. Kay felt such glee as the otter looked down, past his chest, past his abs, and straight into the mound that fought against the containment of his shorts.

"Okay." He said, his face looked set, the change between the shy otter and this self-assured persona really was doing it for Kay. The tiger was glad he was wrong to worry that he'd be too self-conscious to reciprocate. Paul still looked left and right first, likely scanning for another soul despite being at this for a couple minutes now. Paws unclenched his chest fur and sank down his body. Thumbs pulled down his shorts, exposing him to the world, to God, to Paul. The elastic snapped around his thighs, not quite reaching his knees.

"Woah..." Kay smirked off to the side, goaded on by the implied compliment.

"Yeah, like what you see?" the tiger asked.

"You're pretty big." Kay looked down and did a quick comparison between the two of them.

"Well, we're about the same size." Kay said.

"No way!" Paul obstinately objected. Kay was incredulous, they were comparable. The tiger eyed the otter with an eyebrow raised but his eyes were laser focused on Kay's hard dick. The feline decided to put it to rest, tip to torso.

He scooted his hips until their cocks ran parallel to each other and then leaned in to the other. He frotted just a little trying to put them side by side.

"Huh." Paul said. Kay was longer, but only cause of the otter's curve. Paul was even just a tad thicker. Kay went back to stroking now that that was settled.

"So about you jacking me off, stud?" He reminded his new friend, keeping a hint of humor in his voice. Paul immediately set to work.

The first touch is always a dance, Kay chose to err on the side of loose and slowly tighten until a happy medium was found. Paul apparently liked it tight on his own dick, but he started delicately on Kay's, like a butterfly alighting on a flower. It tickled.

"Oooh, that's nice." Kay said, encouraging the mustelid as he redoubled his own efforts towards.his stokes.

"Yeah?"

"Your fingers feel so soft. It's nice. Don't be afraid to grab tighter though." The next stroke was noticeably firmer. Kay growled. "Yeah, like that, Paul."

They fell into silence. Kay had to close his eyes. The touch upon his member demanded his full attention. Not that he let up his own job. Paul went back to his subdued groans and short moans. The wind had died down as the sun set, the street lights even flashed on as they sat there, chest to chest, dick to dick, sharing heat. Sharing a moment.

'A cute otter with cute moans is stoking me off in the middle of the park. This is amazing!' Kay thought. The tender touches, long smooth strokes, the dredges of endorphins from his run molding into a sweet medley. He wanted to savor the moment but there was a needling thought in the back of his brain, a small fear that someone would stumble upon them. The jump of his dick told him that maybe the fear turned him on more.

"Kay, I'm close.." Paul said. His hips were gyrating, a light grease of pre had made him quite slick. Kay just stroked faster and more forcefully, his own climax coming up close behind.

Kay was snorting heavily, hot air materializing in between their bodies that were drawing closer and closer. The tiger's own legs were getting weaker, like they couldn't hold up his weight anymore, long forgotten that he was exercising just a couple minutes ago. He took a step forward, putting more weight on the hand against the wall, shrinking the distance between them even smaller. He felt Paul, his form close enough to entwine their fur. Small static shocks must have been arching between them, sparks of their rapidly encroaching climax. He smelled him, the scent of deodorant and natural musk mixed in the tiger's sensitive nose and tongue. It almost made him purr, almost.

'God, Paul. Marry me.' The tiger thought to himself. Claws scraped across the brick, a precaution to keep the otter's wonderful cock safe, keep the otter coming back for more.

"Paul.." He groaned. No more words were needed.

"Do it, I'm there too."

The tiger needed no further encouragement. String after string shot from him as his hips bunted forward against Paul's still stroking paw. Uncaring where it landed, it was only fair as a warm wet heat also splattered against his hip and leg. He felt each shot burst down the hard member in his hand. Felt each land and mess up his fur. Felt it spurn on his own orgasm further.

A moment passed after they both finished shooting, moderate pants echoed off each other as their chests tracked against one another. Slowly the high settled down from the peak Kay was atop. His eyes cracked open a tad noticing Paul still blissed out in the afterglow, tongue hanging out like a dog, cheeks tensed up in a smile. All in all, it was rather goofy. It made Kay laugh.

The snickers pulled Paul back to reality, their proximity must have caught him off guard in the post nut clarity. He looked off to the side. Kay took the hint and pulled off his new friend, leaning on the wall next to the otter. The sun had completely set by now. The tiger took note of the mess they both made on the other. Fine splatters on both their legs.

"Well, that just happened." Kay said, trying to break the awkward tension growing between them.

"Yeah.." Paul said. Kay cleared his throat.

"Uh, let's clean up." He said, thumbing back towards the bathroom behind him.

"Yeah.." Paul said.

'Yeesh' Kay thought. They cleaned up in silence, paper towels taking care of most of the mess to at least be presentable until they could get home. Kay tried to let Paul know how nice it felt, how he appreciated the handjob, how he didn't mind that the otter was jacking it to his body, how that was kind of the point of his outfit. Paul's ears flicked a bit at that last one and he seemed a little less on edge.

They walked towards the parking lot, crunching leaves sounded under foot as they marched along. Kay's car was one of two, the tiger figured the other was Paul's.

Neither said much.

"Anyway, umm. I got to get going. Umm, see you around." Kay said, feeling a little too awkward.

"You still want to see me again?" Paul said. It was the first full sentence he said since their handjobs earlier. It made Kay's mood rise in tandem.

"Yeah, absolutely. I mean, if you still wanted to." Kay answered.

"Really!" Paul said, his eyes were lighting up under the amber streetlamps. 'Too cute!'

"I really mean it."

"Then, um.. Could we run into each other again?" He asked sheepishly.

"I'm down. Like I said, I run here everyday." He flashed the otter a toothy grin.

"Do you, uh, could we run into each other somewhere else, instead?"

"What do you mean?" Kay asked.

"Could we maybe run into each other for coffee? Like tomorrow morning? There's this lovely place not too far away." The enthusiasm, the confidence, the hope. It set Kay's heart ablaze. 'TOO CUTE!!'

"I, I'd like that, Paul." Kay said.

They both wore smiles as they traded phone numbers. Both wondered what else they'd trade in the near future.