It was a murky, overcast Friday. To many, that would have been a sign of impending bad weather-- and ordinarily, they wouldn't be wrong. But for one long cub in the middle of the Bernards Mall and Shopping Centre, this was actually something of a blessing. The potential for rain for those whose houses were far away meant they lingered within the mall longer than most...which meant they often acquired food and drinks, and needed to use the restroom more often.

If anyone had heard his deductive reasoning, they might have thought the slightly chubby, 13 year old raccoon was a bit of a creep-- but no, his thoughts were not oriented on people using the restroom-- but rather, taking advantage of other benefits whilst in there.

Bernards liked to pride itself on being an upper middle class shopping mall, but it was anything but that. It sat square in the middle of the line between houses on the lower end of the property ladder and those that sat comfortably in the middle class. Their shops, too, were a divide of budget, economy options and high-end designer outlets. The amalgam of socio-economic entertainment and capitalist ventures meant that, regardless of where you came from, Bernards was home to all. Unfortunately, that also meant some things, on occasion, crept out of the woodwork.

The 13 year old raccoon, known to his family as Charon but to his friends as Chase, was already in the bathroom, lingering and waiting. His dad was fast asleep at home-- he worked nights lately and that often meant he wasn't awake during the day-- so Chase had decided to hang out at the mall. He had technically be here for a few hours already but it was only within the past half an hour that he'd been hiding in the men's bathroom, for one reason and one reason alone: the round hold, taped at its edges, that sat connected between two bathroom stalls.

This was the 'darkness' that crawled out of the woodwork when those who owned Bernards weren't paying attention. Chase had been here a few times before-- hanging out at the glory hole was his favourite pastime. He was a budding young teenager, steadily coming into his prime and squarely within the throes of his puberty. That made him curious, and unlike most boys his age, his curiosity was driven towards men more than woman. Perhaps it was the influence of only one parental figure in his life, and one who was also Gay, that made him interested in guys-- but it was certainly not down to his father's influence that he went and explored them for himself. This was all on him.

This wasn't the first time he'd used this glory hole, so he was well prepared. The toilet seat was flipped down and he sat upon it, feet tucked up onto the rim, clad in a pair of shorts and a loose hoodie that he could take off at any time. One thing he'd learnt was that most people tended to look at someone's feet before participating-- presumably to get an idea of who was on the other end. When someone saw smaller raccoon feet, they immediately assumed he was a kid, and they weren't wrong, but it often put them off. Nowadays Chase learnt to keep his feet up and keep up the illusion for as long as possible. It was the only way he got some 'action' from older people: unless they were into it, of course.

He'd been waiting for a while. Chase worried, just for a split second, that no-one would show, but after a few minutes more of playing around on his phone, attentively listening to those outside the cubicle washing their hands and using the urinal, someone entered the cubicle to his right. Chase had no doubt in his mind that they went in to use it for it's tempting glory hole, considering the hole itself was labelled with vulgar and lewd words, scrawled on with marker onto the cubicle wall.

It first began with a moment of still, anticipating silence. Chase sat, sucking in his breath until he was practically holding it, heart pounding in his chest as a tingling crept within his loins. He was excited-- the first was always the most interesting.

After a moment or two, where the only thing that Chase could hear from the adjacent cubicle was the shuffling of clothes and the quiet, slow breathing of whoever was in there, the glory hole was briefly blocked by a large mass. Chase waited with bated breath, and a smile stretched across his raccoon muzzle as a plump, squishy sheath was shoved through the hole, pressured and pushed down somewhat by the top part of it.

Chase was on it, both metaphorically and literally. His hands snapped to the sheath before the man on the other side could even utter a word, his small hands roaming across the short, fuzzy fur. He adored the way it was already eagerly twitching against his grip, a sign of a needy and pent-up adult. All it took was a few firm, quick strokes downwards to coax the tapering end of the canine member from its sheath, accentuated by a low and audible groan from the other side of the glory hole. Chase teetered on the toilet seat, settling onto his knees and licking his lips.

This was the part he always loved: the big reveal. Chase was a bit of a romanticist-- he liked to imagine what the person on the other end was like, or at least what he could be to him. It was a little weird to try and gauge someone's entire life and appearance on their cock alone, sure, but Chase had a pretty good eye for these things, even at only 13 years of age. He watched as the member pulsed and throbbed under his tender touch, the raccoon's hands clasped to the sheath, keeping it nice and firmly tugged down and encouraging the growth of that cock with a few eager squeezes. The man on the other end instinctively pushed his hips against the wall that separated them, subtly humping into the boy's hands, blissfully unaware of the age of his recipient.

His member was a good size already. At least 6 inches in length, and it still had more to go. A hung guy like this was bound to be physically fit, and his deep voice spoke volumes about his genetics. The teen's mind drifted into a state of blissful serenity as he imagined a chiselled, handsome canine, or even a vulpine. Rich, soft fur covering his body, perfectly sculpted muscles, perhaps even borderline Adonis in definition. What might he be? A labourer? An office worker? Someone with such an impressive member and gorgeous body, albeit imagined, should have an equally impressive job. CEO sounded suitable, but something badass like a stunt double also worked.

"You gonna keep goin' or what?" The man's voice, thick with a southern American drawl, broke Chase out of his little trance and snapped him back to reality. Focusing his gaze once more upon the turgid member before him, the young raccoon could finally see what he was up against: 8 inches of knotted cock, already oozing pre-cum, twitched eagerly against his palms and yearned for more. With a grin, the teen travelled one hand up the underside of the cock, hearing the man's quiet groans as he reached the tapering tip, smearing his finger around the plentiful pre-cum that leaked from its end. He spread the substance around, coating the top part of the cock in a sticky array of the man's own arousal.

Chase wanted to taste, but he had other ideas for the member. The glory hole sat in a fortunate position, hovering not that far above the toilet seat-- it helped that the cubicles were cramped, a sign of cut costs in the mall's development, and the close proximity of the glory hole and, by extension, the cock made it easy for Chase to use something other than his hands and mouth. He shuffled in his seat, tucking his legs back out from under him and raising them up.

A raccoon's paws were unique, in that the entire sole of their feet was one large pad, making them soft and malleable, almost squishy to the touch. As such, it seemed like a good idea to make use of them in this scenario, especially for a needy, twitching canine whose pre-cum would make for easy lubrication. Bringing his ankles down towards the cock, Chase firmly pressed the sole of his paws to the adult's cock and heard a warm, encouraging groan in response. The heat from that member was peculiar against his paws, almost to the point of feeling pretty good. He slid his feet down, touching his ankles with the man's bulbous knot before dragging his paws back up to the tip, curling his toes around the tip. Raccoon also bore a unique toe structure-- two of their toes were the longest, with the others graduating on either side: two on one side, and a final one on the other.

"Oooh fuck..." The man was either unaware or just didn't care that the one pleasuring him was using their paws, so Chase kept at it. He scooped the pre-cum agaisnt his toes and smeared it down, spreading it further down the pulsing length to make his movements easier. As he dragged back up, he spread that sticky substance all along the soles of his feet, splaying his toes to wrap them as much around the member as he could. The man on the other end pushed his hips forwards with a growl, humping against Chase's paws as a tiny dribble of pre-seed shot from the end of his horny cock, splattering against Chase's shin.

The canine groaned again. His sighs of pleasure were so deep and lustful that it made Chase's skin tingle and his loins grow tight. Imagining him as a rich and wealthy man with a dangerous past was alluring, but picturing him in the flesh in some fancy office, trousers down with Chase's own ankles clinging to his hips was even better. It was enough to make the teen raccoon reach down and grope himself through his shorts, feeling his own little erection against his palm. He picked up the pace, his ears attentively listening to the wet sounds of his paws gliding up and down the man's member, each tug up and down making the lewd sounds of their fairly fetishy sex bounce around the cubicles and bathroom alike. Back in the day, when Chase first started doing this, he would get nervous at all the noise. Now, however, he didn't care-- if anything, it was hotter to consider other people having to listen to them.

The man started to drag back and hump of his own according, but he could only get so far: the glory hole was wide enough for a cock, but not for a knot-- the adult was inadvertently stuck inside and his grunts of frustration made it clear that it wasn't his intention to do so. However, Chase knew from experience with other canines that having a firm hold on their knot when they tugged back only coaxed them close to release-- so if anything, it was something of a blessing for the raccoon.

As he stroked harder and faster, Chase changed tact, swapping from pressing the entirety of his paws to the cock to curling his toes around the circumference of it and pressing the base of his toes against the member, forcing the cock to angle down and he stroked more towards himself and back towards the cubicle door, aiming the member at his body. The man on the other side was starting to grunt and huff, his breathing becoming heavier and more laboured over time. Chase knew the adult was close; his experiences in this very cubicle had taught him as much.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum--" The adult on the other side made his point clear, his words accompanied by a frustrated, greedy groan. Chase could hear him bumping and shoving against the cubicle wall, desperate for more, for the little extra bit he needed to send himself over the edge. Chase tried to help him along by gripping his paws tightly to the member and furiously stroking up and down as fiercely and as quickly as he could, until his legs ached with the physical exertion of his task. The man's moans grew heavier and higher, until he finally let out a strangled snarl, signalling his climax.

Chase could see it: the swelling of his knot, the vivid pulsing of his member, before a thick arc of off-white cum shot from the end of his tapering tip, travelling through the air until it landed, forming a gooey string across Chase's hoodie. Another arc soon followed, meeting with the first and covering the teen's front in an array of wet, lewd streaks of seed. The rest oozed and dribbled down onto the raccoon's paws, until sticky strings clung between his splayed toes and dribbled down his soles.

The man huffed and sighed, tugging back on his knot a little which remained firmly stuck, the glory hole narrower than his bulbous base. Chase made a point of deliberately teasing him, stroking up and down his member a bit more as he listened to the canine's sighs of pleasure, combined with the odd hiss through his teeth as his sensitive cock was stroked and coaxed.

The knot eventually deflated, though it did take some time. Chase wondered if a queue was forming outside, but he'd break the illusion of who he was if he stepped out the look. Instead, he patiently waited on the toilet seat, briefly using the nearby paper to clean up his paws. When the man eventually left, the next customer was almost instant. Once the first had left, Chase soon caught sight of another pair of feet from beneath the stall, these ones clad in particularly unique tailored shoes that kept the soles covered but left the black scaled toes exposed. Strange, to say the least.

This one was like the other, and didn't waste time with formalities. Chase listened intently, but didn't hear much of a zipper or even some button popping. He soon found out why when he caught a glimpse of tracksuit pants dropping around the reptile's ankles. A shiver ran up Chase's spine as a million different options ran through his head, but he pushed them to the back of his mind and instead focused on what came through the hole.

It was small, but it was to be expected as first. The reptile on the other side had at least attempted to work himself up a little, and Chase licked his lips as the sight of a black, humanoid-shaped member that appeared through the glory hole, twitching at something akin to semi-chub. Chase was glad to see someone with a similar dick shape to his own-- he liked knots, but humanoid cocks were ones he could truly work with. The raccoon shuffled back up onto his knees, leaning forwards and using one hand to prop himself up against the wall as his other hand reached for the cock. He firmly grasped the base and watched with delight as the member reacted to his touch, swelling and growing warmly from his pressure.

Unlike the canine from before, this reptile didn't talk much, but his low breathing and gentle sighs felt deep and rich. Chase's mind wandered as he attempting to craft a face and body to match that deep voice-- an older man, for sure, perhaps in his 40's or even in his 50's. His cock was an ample size, but the time it took for it to pulse to life and reach half-mast was quite long, implying he was someone who had experiences with glory holes and men often. His tracksuit pants were the only oddity in Chase's mind; maybe he'd just come from a quick run around the block, or he was a sports instructor? The young raccoon found it hard to believe that an older man would be something of a delinquent-- for the only others around here who wore tracksuit pants were teenagers.

Bowing his head, Chase brought his muzzle to the base of the member and stick out his tongue, flicking the appendage around the underside of the man's length and giving it a tentative, curious taste. A tickling rush of desire surged through him as he felt that cock vividly throb against his mouth, and it encouraged him to explore, dancing his tongue across the man's length until it began to needily pulse at full mast, every other bob and twitch of blood rushing through its length eliciting a moan from the man in kind. Chase sighed gently through his lips, tasting and kissing every available inch, travelling from the bottom to the top until his eager tongue met with the swollen glans. He gripped halfway down the cock and pulled, peeling back the reptile's foreskin and breathing in the faint, gentle scent of his crotch. It was fragant, brimming with a mixture of mild sweat, but mostly body shampoo-- the delicate aroma of honey hit his nostrils and they flared, breathing it in as he pursed his muzzle around the head of the member, slathering and lapping at the tip.

A quiet, yet still audible sigh came through the other side of the cubicle, yet no thrust of the man's hips came as Chase had expected. The teen was briefly surprised by the man's sincerity and politeness, and that only encouraged him to put in more of an effort. He pushed his head down, taking the cock into his mouth as he simultaneously pushed his tongue out to massage along the cock's frenulum, whilst additionally giving the member a few slow and sensual strokes with his hand. His efforts bore fruit, for the fairly neutral taste of pre-cum quickly hit the back of his tongue-- it was just a dibble, but it was there nonetheless. He pulled his head back and dragged his tongue with it, scooping what he could and swallowing it down. He then angled his head to the side, curling his tongue around the girth of the man's cock and travelling his mouth down its side.

It was intoxicating. Nothing was more delightful and delicious than seeing the man's cock vibrantly throb from each lick, suckle and stroke. Chase had never initially considered himself much of a pleaser, but there was something deeply carnal and exciting about observing the way men enjoyed his touch and tongue. This reptile was no exception; though he wasn't vocal, his arousal and pleasure were obvious from his deep, laboured breaths and shaky sighs. He seemed like a man who enjoyed his privacy but also had a kink for places like these, subtly public scenarios where the chance of getting caught was risky. That was also part of the thrill: working up such a reserved man like this made Chase hungry for more.

He wanted nothing more than to touch himself as he pleased the older man, but his hands were full, one keeping himself leant forwards and the other gripping that wonderful cock before him. His little member needily twitched within the confines of his shorts and he could already feel the head clinging to the inside of his underwear, a testament to how drippy and aroused he was-- but his pleasure would have to wait. He drew his attention back to the member before him, dragging his mouth back up and finally moving on to the main event: the took the member inside his mouth again, but he didn't hesitate to push himself down further this time, plunging deeper and deeper until the cock pushed at the back of his throat, threatening to penetrate and sink down further. The raccoon's throat trembled and an intense sensation warned him to back up, but he pushed for a little more, desperate for more of that cock in his young mouth, before he eventually relented. His efforts did not go unnoticed, however: he could hear the reptile on the other side breathing shakily, making little breathless moans.

Chase didn't need any sort of verbal encouragement to keep going, for the man's muted groans were enough. He pushed down again, but didn't go as far as before, not wanting to risk his gag reflex coming back to haunt him-- something he'd suffered with before. He plunged to a comfortable length, roughly halfway down the member, and used his hand to stroke what he couldn't reach with his lips. He bobbed, sliding up and down slowly, making sure to coat every inch in spittle to make his movements easier, keep his jaw wide to avoid pricking the cock with his teeth. He closed his eyes and went with the flow, focusing more on the rhythm than anything else. He could taste the droplets of pre-cum on his tongue, a sign that he was doing a good job, and he couldn't help but squirm in his kneeling position, driven by an intense need to taste more.

He could hear the man's breathing growing more and more laboured over time, shifting from deep, shaky breaths into harsh, rapid heaving pants, and Chase picked up the pace in kind, trying to match how close he was to his orgasm. The faster he went, the more the reptile seemed to enjoy it, his breathing growing heavier and quicker, his moans more audible yet restrained over time, until he was hissing through gritted teeth, from what Chase could tell. The sounds of their oral sex filled the air, but they were subtle and quiet, and they were thankfully within the privacy of themselves-- Chase hadn't heard anyone else in the time he'd been focusing on the reptile before him.

A noise came from the other side of the cubicle: quiet and faint, yet pronounced-- a grunt of sorts that the reptile did his best to keep restrained. Even on the cusp of what Chase assumed to be his orgasm, the reptile was as quiet as ever, or at least attempted to be. He could eventually keep himself silent no longer, and a harsh, moderately loud sigh escaped through the man's nostrils and past his gritted teeth. Chase could feel the throbbing in his mouth and pushed as far forwards as he could, letting that cock probe the back of his throat. The turgid pumping and spasming spoke volumes of how much the older man had enjoyed himself, and the raccoon's throat dutifully swallowed each and every drop of his cum, practically glugging until there wasn't a single bit left.

Chase almost didn't want to let him go-- the taste of that cock was just too much for him to live without. Yet, as everyone who came through the glory hole, both figuratively and literally, they had to go. The reptile stayed as long as he felt comfortable with before he awkwardly pulled back, dressed and left, mumbling a quiet thanks in his deep, baritone voice before he left. Chase settled back down on the toilet seat and squirmed, unable to resist touching himself no longer. He tugged down his shorts and dropped them to the floor along with his hoodie, sitting in the nude. He gripped his 4 inch humanoid member and gave himself a few necessary tugs, biting his lip and whimpering to himself. He was so inexplicably needy that he could blow any second if he wasn't too careful. His entire cocky was sticky with pre-cum.

Chase hadn't even noticed his next 'customer' until they began to knock on the cubicle wall to get his attention. Snapping himself out of his lustful haze, the teen turned his attention towards the glory hole, where he saw a hand, covered in a mixture of red and crimson scales, positioned through it, making a loose gesture. The raccoon cleared his throat and reached out and tap the man's hand, implying he was present and available. The hand withdrew and something else replaced it: an already achingly hard, oozing cock, lined with exotic ridges and a slowly swelling, thick, smooth knot. Chase practically salivated at the sight.

"I hope you've got enough experience to satisfy me." The man on the other end spoke as plain as day, and Chase could picture and cocky smirk on the guy's face. Considering the appearance of his knot as well as his scaled hands, he was likely a dragon-- and that was easily confirmed as Chase looked beneath the gape under the cubicle wall to see a pair of powerful, clawed feet. The tips looked like they were ready to poke into the tiles on the floor, and the man's digitrade ankles were covered by a pair of dark coloured shorts. With a grin, Chase scooted forwards and, for the first time, placed his feet onto the floor. The man on the other side didn't seem to notice, too focused on the teen's next move.

He reached out, touching the member with his hands, deliberately hovering with just his fingertips as he ran them from the knot up towards the tip, smearing his index finger against the pre-cum that trickled down the underside of the dragon's cock. He pressed deeper, sliding the tip along the length of his finger and towards his palm, before he curled and smeared what he could of the juices around the cock, slickening it up. At the same time, he reached up to his mouth with his other fingers and licked them, popping them in his mouth and coating them in spit. He hiked on leg up and planted his foot on the toilet lid, reaching beneath his teen package and past his taint. His fingers spread spit across his young hole and he probed with two fingers, stretching his hole out as his cock fervently twitched from the pleasure of fingering himself.

Chase turned, slipping off the toilet seat and returning to it on his knees, pushing his behind up against the cubicle wall. His foot touched with the wall before his ass did, providing the necessary purchase for him to push his behind up, dragging his crack along the length of the Dragon's cock. Even if the man couldn't see, such a feeling would be easily recognisable to someone who had a lot of sex-- and, sure enough, the Dragon growled from behind the cubicle wall, tone dripping with arousal.

"Bareback, huh? Brave guy, I like that..." Chase felt the cock sliding back and forth as the dragon humped his hips, warming himself up for what was to come. Chase made a point of arching his back and pushing his behind up a little higher, letting the tip slip down between his cheeks, so that the dragon's teasing thrusts inevitably poked around near his hole, threatening to penetrate. He heard the Dragon's lustful growl and smirked, reaching back to grip the member and try to guide it in. It took a few moments of adjustment, but after some adjustment the tip met with his pucker, stretching it open and smearing pre-cum around his ring. Chase meant to kept quiet, but he couldn't resist moaning, soft and high-pitched, as that cock entered him. At first, the dragon had been all for it, pushing himself gently forwards and groaning under his breath, but he froze when he heard the raccoon's moan.

"W...Wait a minute, you're..." The man began awkwardly and Chase felt him tug back, but by that point the dragon was stuck, his knot too thick to fit through the glory hole. He hissed his frustration and Chase seized the initiative, pushing his ass back and gasping as he swallowed up the cock into his behind in one single thrust, his spasming ring meeting with that thick knot. The dragon grunted on the other side but knew he was powerless to stop the raccoon from doing what he wanted.

Chase began bounce his hips back and forth, huffing under his breath and closing his eyes so that he could feel the sensations of the sex more clearly, listening attentively to the man's huffs and restrained, uncomfortable grunts along with the slick, wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out. Once again Chase's mind drifted as he imagined what kind of man he was fucking-- the shorts implied a man who worked out or liked to leave things on display. His mind immediately wanted to a bodybuilder, squatting and lifting weights in the gym whilst his ballsack hung out from the leghole of his shorts. Chase groaned audibly again and reached down, furiously stroking his member as he pushed back, harder and firmer than before. Just the mere thought of the man was enough to make him crazy with desire, and that cock in his ass was all the extra encouragement he needed.

The raccoon's moans of pleasure quickly twisted into desperate, eager whimpers as he reached that inevitable point where everything felt like pure heaven. The member inside of him, slick and throbbing, massaged his ring and prostate to the point where spikes of pleasure shot up and rushed through his body, from his head down to his quivering toes, as his fingers glided over his own glans, tugging the foreskin back and forth. His body vibrantly shuddered as he tipped to the point of no return and a few moments later, his entire body relaxed with his orgasm. His tight ring winked around the dragon's cock and milked his member in unison with each violent twitch of his cock, spurting tiny teenage dribbles of seed onto the toilet seat, coalescing into a miniature puddle. Chase sighed with bliss and rocked his hips, working his behind up and down and he gently stroked and squeezed his cock, making sure to wring out every last droplet of cum from his aching, spent cock.

All that was left was to finish off the Dragon, who was already groaning and grunting from Chase's movements. If the teen had to guess, the dragon probably still had quite a ways to go-- so he began to bounce again, pushing himself wards and slamming backwards again onto the knot, trying to keep his muscles loose so that the knot could eventually slip inside. Despite the older male's initial protests, he was starting to thrust in time with Chase, huffing under his breath and accepting his fate. The combination of Chase pushing back and the stranger thrusting forwards elicited a wet and lewd smack as the knot connected with the cub's spit and pre covered hole.

The dragon inevtiably picked up the pace, his movements as rough and as fluid as someone who was willingly taking part-- evidently he had gotten over his brief hesitation about the nature of who was on the other end, and Chase was glad for it, for his knees ached from moving so much and it was easier if the Dragon did it all on his own. He kept his ass positioned barely inches away from the cubicle wall, panting under his breath as the Dragon thrust as much as he could-- which was barely half an inch or so, given that his knot remained stuck. Still, it was enough to coax him closer and closer towards something; Chase could hear him panting harder and harder over time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" The dragon grunted under his breath, enough for Chase to hear but not loud enough to attraction attention. His thrusts began to grow irregular and slowed somewhat, so Chase began to move again-- turns out, it was all that the stranger needed. As the raccoon plunged his ass back and forth, the man growled and let out a strangled groan, forcing his hips up against the cubicle wall to the point where he thudded against it, his knot pressing firmly against the teen's ass. It swelled against his ring before the raccoon had a chance to push himself back further, and with a sigh of frustration, the dragon orgasmed, emptying his heavy orbs into the cub's behind. The teen wiggled his ass as a flush of warmth spread across his stomach, accentuated by the vivid throbs inside his squeezing hole. He gripped and clenched, milking as much as he could whilst pushing his ass back and forth, until he was sure the dragon was done.

Sliding himself from the Dragon's cock, Chase stumbled off the toilet seat and gathered his clothes-- it was fun, but he already knew it was getting late, and he'd had his fill. The man would be stuck for a while, which was thankfully a blessing for the teen. The dragon knew he was 'just a kid', and if he risked waiting for the dragon to leave, the stranger might follow him home or bring him to the mall authorities. He didn't want to risk getting kicked out and so basked in the anonymity of the situation, tugging on his shorts and hoodie. He unlocked the cubicle door and peeked out, relieved to find it empty. He slipped out of the stall and off towards the door, just as the dragon began to call for him to come back.

It was time to go home. Chase lived in a house not far from the mall, thankfull, so the walk back took him roughly 10 to 20 minutes. The mall was slowly beginning to close, as some of the fancier shops had already shut early whilst the usual bargain locations remained open for the last few customers willing to spend a handful of dollars of oddities and novelties. The sun was still present by the time he made it outside, but in a couple of hours it would set. In the light of day, he briskly made the journey home, intending to spend the rest of his evening playing video games.

"I'm home." He spoke clearly and confidently as he stepped through the unlocked front door of his house, closing it shut behind him and standing in the doorway, listening. He frowned when he didn't get a response and stepped over into the living room, sighing when he saw his dad slumped on the couch.

They weren't well-off people, and his dad evidently started drinking when he got home from work. His work clothes, black overalls and work boots, lay strewn across the living room, and the older raccoon was already fast asleep on the couch in his underwear, a half empty beer bottle leaning up against his side. Chase sighed through his nose and stepped across the room, his padded feet barely making a sound as he scooped up the overalls and draped them over the back of the couch, placing the work boots by the door.

Chase lingered for a moment as something caught his eye, and his eyes widened and face flushed when he noticed what his did had on TV. Porn played on the television at a low volume from a DVD whose case sat on the coffee table. It was predominantly gay porn, but a big-breasted woman could be seen nearby in the scene, watching them. Chase turned his attention to his dad and his eyes made a beeline for his crotch, where he noticed his father's erection poking out from the button hole of his boxers. He'd clearly fallen asleep after having some fun, for his hand was evidently sticky, as was the end of his cock, his boxers, and part of the couch. Chase hesitated, lingering on the spot for a moment, before he sighed and began pulling his hoodie over his head.

Video games could wait-- since he was still in the mood, what's one more cock going to do?