You sat on the couch, scrolling through the TV channels without much interest, the glow of the screen flickering in the dim living room. The evening was quiet, almost too quiet, until the door to his left creaked open. In stepped Zeke, his stepfather, the massive anthro mastiff who easily commanded attention with his presence alone. His all-black fur shimmered slightly under the faint light, and his golden eyes seemed to glow as they settled on you.

"Evening," Zeke said in his usual deep, calm voice as he approached the couch.

You gave a nod, though your eyes widened slightly when you noticed something unusual. Zeke was completely nude, as casual as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His large, muscular frame moved effortlessly as he made his way over to sit next to you on the couch. Zeke’s impressive cock and balls were fully on display, resting comfortably between his thick thighs, as though it was just another normal evening.

For a while, you just sat there. The TV murmured in the background as Zeke rested an arm on the back of the couch, turning his head slightly toward you. His golden eyes seemed softer now, more thoughtful than usual, as though something weighed on his mind.

After a long pause, Zeke broke the silence. His voice was steady, as always, but there was something in his tone, a certain warmth that wasn’t usually there. "I’ve got something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while," he began, his gaze not leaving you. He let out a slow breath, as if preparing himself for something.

"I’m... attracted to you," he said, the honesty in his words as direct and straightforward as the man himself. "More than that, I’m in love with you." Zeke’s eyes searched your face for a moment before he continued. "I didn’t know how to say it before, but there’s no point in pretending anymore. I’ve always been proud of who I am, and I’ve always believed in being genuine. So, there it is."

He leaned back a little, his posture still relaxed, as though he hadn’t just revealed something that could change everything. His cock rested comfortably between his legs, utterly unconcerned with the weight of the confession he’d just made. There was no tension in the air, no pressure. Zeke’s confidence wasn’t arrogance; it was the quiet self-assurance of a man who knew his worth and respected the other person’s space.

"Whatever happens next," Zeke added calmly, "it doesn’t change who we are. I just needed you to know how I feel."

And with that, the room fell into a comfortable quiet again, the air between you thick with the unspoken understanding that something had shifted, yet everything still felt strangely normal.