This was the only time that Mr. Mazur had cartoons on during the day. The sounds of water splashing in the sink covered most of the bright noises and effects coming from the living room. As he finished rinsing the plate off, the badger turned off the faucet and perked his ears up, listening for his neighbor’s familiar voice. The preteen’s giggle came surely enough, and the man smirked as he rolled up his flannel sleeves.


When Mr. Mazur came back, he leaned against the doorframe and watched the wolf pup. The boy sat on the couch with his eyes glued to the screen, smiling at his favorite characters. He glanced up to the badger and squirmed in his seat, curling his bare toes as the adult came to sit next to him.


“Your parents are expecting you at five for dinner, right?” the badger murmured, sliding one arm around the boy. The wolf nodded. “Alright, Alec, that’s a good few hours. Did you enjoy your lunch?”


“Yessir!”


“Do you want your treat now?”


Alec pressed back into the couch, wriggling as he watched Mr. Mazur grunt and heft himself over, swinging to the ground between the child and the coffee table. The man did all the work as he knelt, reaching up to unbutton the boy’s jeans, unzipping his fly, tugging the denim down the pup’s thighs. The badger thanked Alec’s parents silently for letting the boy be free in his body and choices. Baby-fat thighs pressed together as they were exposed. In between Alec’s legs, his granite bikini briefs were already tented, with no fly to release the child’s pressure. Mazur whistled and pointed up, and the wolf obediently pulled up his shirt to let his belly and chest out.


From behind the windows and drawn curtains, the autumn rain poked at the windows. It was cold enough outside to warrant having the heat on, but even at room temperature Mr. Mazur was sweating. The badger pulled the wolf cub forwards on the couch, making Alec slouch. The boy took it upon himself to pull his shirt all the way off then, lying on the massive cushions in just his underpants.


“Keep watching your shows, kiddo,” the adult muttered. 


Alec put the tip of his index finger in his mouth and nodded. The man grabbed Alec’s waistband and tugged down, shuffling the cotton to the boy’s ankles as the child’s erection popped into sight. Gray fuzz covered the balls, all the way up to the base of the shaft. Two inches of boyhood wobbled awkwardly from the groin, rocking left and right as the badger moved the briefs down and off the boy’s body completely.


It was the end of this little member that had Mazur drooling inside his mouth. The outline of the child’s glans was taut behind his foreskin, a perfect dangling piece on Alec’s cock. Even as rock-hard as the boy was, his penis was completely covered, and Mr. Mazur tried not to dig his claws into the wolf’s legs as he stared.


The pup watched the television as his older neighbor put his face between the child’s legs and nuzzled, spreading the thighs apart with his tongue out. Alec only inhaled a little as his neighbor licked his testicles, weighing the sensitive organs in his mouth. One massive hand came up to rub at his penis, and the pressure of the fingers made the first little huff of pleasure come out.


Mr. Mazur kept his eyes closed and focused on the texture of the child’s foreskin. His fingertips squeezed the tip and rubbed gently, warming the prepuce with care, tugging outwards to stretch it. The man’s head rested on the child’s inner thigh. Hot breath blew over Alec’s private parts in secret worship; the child couldn’t possibly understand how much this meant to the badger. For him, it was just snacks and secret fun.


When he pulled the boy’s foreskin down, Alec closed his eyes, whimpering as he adjusted to the new sensation. It wasn’t tight or uncomfortable when he was soft, but the skin had to be retracted with some pressure when he was erect. Mazur stared at the boy’s member as he revealed the little pink cockhead. The strength of his hands made it easier than Alec’s fingers ever could.


Pulling the skin down took a few seconds, because forcing it right now could only hurt Alec. The glans was as smooth and shiny as a button, slick from natural protection and more sensitive than Mazur could imagine. He released the pressure from his fingers, and the skin eased back up naturally until it curled right back over the tip. Mazur pulled it down again, letting it roll up, and again, and again, at the same agonizing speed. Each exposure was making the child more and more restless, even though the boy’s eyes were still stuck to the television. Now was the time to stroke.


The badger began slowly, keeping his fingers loose enough to roll the skin, but tight enough to force it regardless. Gentle growls forced the boy to acknowledge that he was there, and the child’s spread legs shivered as he was masturbated. Only boys his age could be hard like this, with this much pressure in their tiny cocks, so eager to practice that they were practically purple with arousal. 


But this wasn’t what the man really wanted. Mr. Mazur pulled the skin back and held it with his forefinger and thumb, leaning his head up until his lips slid over the smooth bulb. Alec whimpered and closed his eyes, shaking with the tingling sensation of the tongue against his head. It was devilishly easy to pleasure the cub. The badger’s wide jaw could take almost any adult, and Alec was no challenge.


Mazur suckled the wolf greedily as his hands came up to the child’s thighs. Each massive paw massaged the wolf as his most sensitive organ was overstimulated. The boy’s whimpers grew more and more, and it wasn’t even a minute until the boy started to twitch and thrust into the adult’s mouth. It wouldn’t be long now. And, of course, the badger took his mouth off of Alec’s rock-hard cocklet, leaving the child on the edge of climax. He smirked up at the preteen, watching the boy’s face twist in desperation.


“You know the deal, Alec.”


As the badger stood up, the portly pup whined and grabbed his cheeks, spreading them with his legs shoved into the air. The man shook his head at the boy as he threw the shirt onto the table.


“Aren’t we gonna do it?”


“Yes, but not like that,” Mr. Mazur said, twirling his finger. “Sit up. You’ll be earning your keep today.”


Apprehensive but compliant, Alec scooted himself upright as he stared at the badger’s bulge in his jeans. The man unbuttoned his fly and let the denim part slowly, teasing the boy until his full-grown cock slid out at full attention, dripping onto the cushions. The thick meat wasn’t quite “beer can” sized, but it was long enough to seem impressive and wide enough to hurt. Alec rarely got a chance to touch it, not until it was inside him.


The adult stepped out of his jeans and sat down on the couch. He had bought it with wide enough cushions for his burly self to lie down, and the benefit was that now he could both be on his back and have a child on top of him. Alec actually stood as Mr. Mazur turned and stretched out, six feet of grown-up with six inches of pleasure all for him.


“Have a seat,” Mazur murmured.


Alec climbed onto the couch and straddled his neighbor, his left hand gripping the back cushions as his right reached down to rub against the badger’s wide torso. When he leaned back, he could feel the man’s cock underneath his tail, and he glanced at the table for the usual bottle of lube.


But Mazur cleared his throat, and the boy watched wide-eyed as the man spit into his own hand, then moved down to rub over the head of his cock, getting it nice and wet for the boy. Bringing it back, he spit on his fingers again and nodded to Alec.


“On your feet. Squat.”


The wolf’s ears slicked back, but he did as he was told. He closed his eyes as Mr. Mazur rubbed the saliva against his hole, pressing just gently enough to make the edges give. The child’s ballsack rested against the man’s wrist as he rubbed. Above it, Alec’s erection had all but abated, still twitching with need despite the fear of a rough entry


One of the badger’s hands reached between Alec’s legs to steady his cock, and the other moved to the boy’s hips, guiding the head and the hole together. The pup huffed as the head started to slide it with just spit to ease it. He had been fucked before, but he had only been on top once, and they had always used plenty of lube. The raw shaft entering him felt far too real. On Mr. Mazur’s end, he had never felt the wolf this tight, not even when he had first penetrated him.


Alec took a deep breath and closed his eyes, but they shot open as the badger pushed upwards, popping past the sphincter without time to adjust. Mr. Mazur smiled as the wolf yelped in pain and attempted to cover his muzzle as his body weight forced the rest of the shaft inside him. The preteen opened his mouth and made an ungodly, stifled moan as he sunk to the badger’s hips.


Mr. Mazur let go of the boy and closed his eyes, putting both paws behind his head. This was the perfect opportunity for Alec to learn on his own. He knew the boy wouldn’t dare touch himself; he was too used to being finished by the adult’s hand. Without even looking, he could feel Alec adjusting himself, shaking all down his arms and legs.


Then he started to ride. Mr. Mazur gave the child a gentle, knowing moan as he started to ride on the badger’s cock. The chubby little wolf could only whimper in response, fucking himself to orgasm. Each forceful stroke against his prostate helped to keep his little erection up. Without the additional lubrication, his anus was pulled in the direction of each of his motions, squeezing with tension against the swollen shaft inside of him.


It occurred to the badger that he was going to breed the boy before too long. With a cub this tight, anyone would be ready to burst. Alec was getting in his exercise obliviously, fucking himself on his neighbor and making his genitals gently bounce on the man’s stomach with each self-made thrust. The child’s foreskin had slid forward with the motions and covered half of his swollen glans. It almost shone red with pressure.


The badger lazily brought a hand down to the child’s erection. He tried not to betray his own level of arousal, smirking as he tugged the skin all the way up. The wolf cub looked down and bit his lip, clearly hoping for Mr. Mazur’s blessing. Instead of finishing him though, the adult merely rolled the boy’s foreskin over the end of his prick, then tugged, stretching the skin with the tip of his thumb and his index finger. Mazur was on the edge.


When Alec went down, the skin stretched; when he came up, it relaxed. It took the cub a moment to realize what he had to do, but the rhythm only slowed down for half a beat before he was shaking his hips, pounding his tailhole on the badger’s cock, forcing himself open as he forced the skin to rub over his cockhead. 


The wolf’s whimpers reached their highest pitch, and the boy’s entire body shook as he began to cum. A spurt of watery cum shot over the end of Mazur’s thumb, barely escaping the confines of the stretched foreskin. The rest of the preteen’s orgasm dribbled out in the fleshy reservoir and filled up the boy’s hood. Already slicked, the semen lubricated the head as the badger tugged, making poor Alec whine as he was overstimulated in all his childish pleasure.


“Fuck, boy…”


Alec sunk on the badger’s cock as the man let go. The erection started to shrink almost immediately, loose skin shriveling where it was stretched, sinking back into Alec’s belly fat. The boy panted on top of his neighbor, but his sweaty body tensed as Mazur grabbed his hips. The badger lifted Alec almost to the edge of his cock, then slammed up into the boy, making him yelp wildly, flinging his flaccid penis around and sending drops of cum into the air.


Mr. Mazur grunted as he thrust once, twice, thrice - and then he hilted Alec as deep as he could possibly go, lifting his hips off the couch as he buried himself deep in the young wolf. The cub could only grunt as he was filled up, rewarded for his efforts with a few days’ worth of badger seed. Mazur let out the breath he had been holding as his orgasm rushed through him, warming him from the inside. He had already got his true pleasure from playing with his intact charge; cumming inside was just icing on the cake.


The two males relaxed and breathed with the sound of television muted on the air. After a few minutes, they would shower, get dressed, and the boy would head back home. For now, Mazur let the feeling of the boy on top take over him. He wondered how Alec would react to topping, putting himself inside the badger. He could see right now that the wolf’s brain was already fried, and that he would be playing with himself as soon as he got home, sticking in a finger and tasting the badger’s cum, unless Mazur got it all out with his tongue in the shower. Perhaps Alec could taste the adult’s hole himself, a little tongue and a big appetite. There were toys, weights, and so much more that the man could show later. Alec just needed a rest and a wash, as did the sweaty badger himself; neither the boy nor Mr. Mazur could get ready for round two after the loads they just let go.


But there was always next week.