Rody had a lot on his mind...work, money, food...but at that moment, nothing felt more right, more prominent, than to bend his charge, the cute 9-year-old Daniel, over the kitchen counter and fuck him silly.

Now, however, was not the time.

"Go and get yourself cleaned up, then we can have breakfast." The white wolf eased Daniel from his knelt position in front of him, both longing for those young fox lips around his cock and also wistful that he had to pull away, at least for now. The grey-furred, long-haired fox wasn't yet manipulated enough to actually be receptive to the idea of constant sex, and so the boy didn't look too disappointed that Rody was letting him leave-- though, he didn't necessarily look relieved, either. At Rody's command, Daniel rose and slipped from around him, heading across the kitchen in the nude and out into the hallway. The wolf watched him go with a lingering gaze, his eyes drifting down to that perfect, perky little ass, and as Daniel adjourned to the hallway stairs and ascended to the floor above, Rody sighed and turned his attention back to the kitchen.

His desire for the cub was intense, and yesterday was...in a word, heaven. He'd gotten to act out the fantasies that, for the past year or so, had all been in his mind. It didn't end there, either; to be allowed to babysit him for just a little longer meant that he could explore and enjoy so much more...and he had every intention of doing so.

First was breakfast, and a smirk crossed the wolf's face at the thought. He cast his mind back to what had transpired the day before, where he'd given Daniel a little bit of his own 'special seasoning' in his sandwich for lunch. A trickle of desire rushed up his spine and settled around his chest, and a temptation rose that was hard to ignore. He tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind before something else became hard to ignore, but it honestly gave him an idea of what to do. He had a feeling Daniel would want cereal-- something light suited his twinkish frame-- and there was one particular liquid that went especially great with it, that just so happened to have a similar colour to a certain other substance. Rody didn't even need to connect the dots in his head; his body was already making the movements before he would even cement the idea.

With a hand, he yanked the fridge door open, and it swung on its hinges rapidly at first, but came to a fierce halt with the aid of Rody's hand. His other hand delved within the fridge and quickly withdrew a small carton of fresh milk, its label plastered with a cartoon picture of a cow and the milk's main brand. None of that particularly mattered, though; after all, Rody's main interest was in taking off the cap and adding a little extra 'flavour'. Placing it on the counter, Rody scooted himself closer to the edge of the island counter and pulled down his shorts-- they'd been hanging loosely on his hips since he'd narrowly managed to get himself inside after hanging out by the pool, but he didn't need them now with Daniel's mother gone. He dropped them to his heels and swiftly stepped out of them, scooping them up with a foot and kicking them across the kitchen, where they landed by the door. Now fully in the nude, Rody stood on the tips of his toes and grasped the milk carton with one hand, the other drifting towards his crotch.

It hadn't even been that long since he last came-- Daniel had all but sucked him dry shortly before his mother left, but that didn't stop Rody from easily getting hard and aroused again. His refractory period was all but non-existent, and as he grasped his slightly sticky, spit-covered cock, his mind drifted back to what had transpired barely 10 or so minutes ago. The lewd image of Daniel on his knees in front of him, bobbing on his cock whilst his mother talked to Rody on the other side of the counter felt just as hot as it had when it'd happened. Rody reached full mast rather quickly and eagerly stroked himself over the top of the milk carton, both excited and nervous; though he was sure he could finish himself off remarkably quickly, he was also anxious about being caught by Daniel before his shower was up.

Much like before, his mind wandered, but instead of letting it roam through all manner of scenarios in his head, he instead cast it back to what they had done the day before. He recalled how tight Daniel's cute little ass had been, how attentive he was to his cock, how quickly he'd come to enjoy pleasing him...at least, those were Rody's hopes. Just bringing those recent memories to his mind was enough to readily and easily stimulate him, and his arousal and pleasure grew rapidly, swiftly becoming intermingled with his little grunts and occasional moans of fervency. The lewd sounds of his wild masturbation grew audible quickly, slick and wet as his spit mixed with his pre-cum.

"Hoooh fuck..." Rody sucked in a breath, and the creaking on the ceiling above him warned of Daniel's movement above, likely finishing his quick shower to wipe off the chlorine and cum. The threat of the young cub approaching and catching him made him both nervous and yet wonderfully excited, and the thrill of it all coaxed his orgasm significantly closer-- so close, in fact, that it was all he needed to bust. His mind was dizzy with need and heat, his mind swimming as it relived sounds, smells and sensations of his first time with the boy-- the first time he fucked his ass. Spikes of intense bliss shot up his spine and spread around his crotch, making his entire cock tingle with each rapid movement. A shudder rolled through him as he passed the point of no return, and after a few more fervent twitches, cum oozed from the end of his cock, signalling his climax.

A thick spurt shot over the carton at first and splattered across the sleek marble counter, and Rody would have gasped, had he not groaned with the intensity of his climax. He grasped his cock firmly and angled it down, stroking his hand up to bunch the flesh around the swollen, pulsing head, and with his other hand, he angled the carton towards him, so that the open lid revealed the sloshing white fluid inside was just barely visible against the opaque innards. The next thick spurt was decidedly less powerful in its trajectory, and a sigh of mixed relief and amusement escaped Rody's mouth as the cock pooled down his cock and towards the underside, trickling over the top of his index finger before dripping off the end and into the carton below. The 3rd pump, as potent and voluminous as the last, jumped from the end of his cock and landed neatly through the ring of the lid, making the wolf's stomach twist with anticipation for Daniel using it in a few moments.

The rest came out simply and easily. With each subsequent spurt, he managed to consistently drip it directly down into the half-filled carton of milk, just in time for the telltale creak of the stairs to indicate Daniel's imminent arrival. At that moment, he had to do three things at once; the first was to tuck away his cock and pull his pants up, whilst at the same time reaching for a paper towel to mop up the excess mess he'd made. He hopped on one paw as he tugged his shorts up, fumbling to get his foot through the other leg hole whilst tossing the paper towel towards the trash, narrowly missing it as he went. Cursing under his breath, he managed to push his leg through and yanked up his shorts, just in time for him to screw the milk cap back on, right as Daniel walked through the kitchen door. The 9-year-old, clad in just a towel around his waist, padded across the tiles towards one of the stools by the island counter and hopped up, making himself comfortable. Rody wordlessly shook up the carton, not giving away what little 'seasoning' he'd added, before he turned to grab the box of cereal from the cupboards above the edge counters. He placed both in front of Daniel and followed it up with a bowl, leaving him to his own devices...to a degree. 

Rody had no intention of eating, but he turned and watched out the corner of his eye, making some excuse to 'pretend' to work on something out of Daniel's line of sight. The kit, unbeknownst to Rody's lewd antics, poured out the cereal and then quickly sloshed the milk over it, too naive to consider that Rody might have done something to it in his absence...but why would he not trust his babysitter, despite his perverted tendencies? Daniel stirred the cereal as he set the carton down, pushing his slick, wet hair back with a hand so it didn't drip down onto the table or his lap. He scooped up some of that cereal and took it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully; the combined mixture of cereal and milk in its capacity all but completely masked the cum that swilled around in there, but that didn't particularly matter-- for Rody, just seeing him eating it was enough.

"Is it good?" Rody asked casually, turning a little more towards him and grabbing the milk carton with a hand. The boy's hum of acknowledgement and agreement made a shiver run up Rody's spine and he grinned to himself, moving towards the fridge to put the milk away...it was unsanitary, but he'd toss it away later before Daniel could notice.

He burned the sight of Daniel into his brain, just so he could jerk off to it later.



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Rody's initial thoughts for the rest of the day were simple: fuck Daniel silly until lunch, and then do the same again until dinner, and finally some more for the rest of the night until they passed out, exhausted and spent, only to do it all over again the next day...at least, that's how it should have gone, were it not for Daniel's boyish and frankly endearing insistence on going to the park later.

Rody couldn't deny Daniel's cute, childish nature-- what kid didn't love going to the park? So it was at Daniel's whim, and his light pouting, that Rody easily relented. Of course, breakfast came first; after eating something light and lounging around in the living room for an hour or two-- Rody spent most of that time ogling the boy from a distance and resisting the urge to flip him over and fuck him-- the two of them inevitably dressed and headed out...though, for Rody, he put on what he was wearing before and briefly headed next door to his own home, just so he could change into a pair of jeans and a different shirt. He was pretty sure his old one was spotted with sweat, or worse.

Daniel's favourite park was at the end of the street they lived on, and even Rody knew of it. It was large and was quite the opposite of a typical modern park, the majority of it covered in lush, regularly trimmed grass that was interspersed with pools of tarmac that housed swings, climbing frames and jungle gyms designed to entertain kids, one way or another. It was especially perfect for Daniel, a 9-year-old who wanted to expel some pent up energy. In a handful of minutes of leaving the house, they were there; Daniel had skipped ahead most of the way, so by the time Rody actually met with the iron gate of the park's entrance, Daniel was already playing with some of the other kids in the main jungle gym. To Rody's surprise, the place wasn't as busy as he thought it'd be, given that it was the middle of the day-- he made his way over to the nearest bench and took a seat, noticing that there wasn't really any other adults around; where were their parents? He didn't have an answer to that question, though it arguably didn't matter, since the park was right next to the rows of houses anyway.

It was nice, watching him play. Rody was seeing a side of Daniel that he only really caught wind of in either short bursts during the day, or in his backyard through Rody's bedroom window. It was clear from the way he interacted with the other cubs, both girls and boys, that he knew them reasonably well; Rody had to guess that they were those he went to school with or perhaps just saw often enough in the street he grew up in. There were so many different species that it was hard to keep track-- their city was incredibly diverse-- but there were a few that caught his interest. Cute little kitten boys, a rugged yet remarkably athletic-looking alligator cub, a feminine-leaning but distinctly boyish skunk...the temptation to introduce himself and gather more cute boys into his 'flock' was almost unbearable, but there was no real opportunity to get close, nor did he want to intervene too hard in Daniel's social interactions...of course, that wasn't going to stop him from fantasising all the same.

Was it a bad idea to think about molesting some cute boys in the park? Of course, but there weren't many adults around, and the cubs were too busy playing with each other to look in his direction on the park bench. Rody shifted in his side and cocked a leg up to rest his ankle on the opposite knee, serving as enough of a 'shield' to block the cubs in the jungle gym a good distance away from seeing him grope his own junk through his jeans. Most of the cubs beyond didn't interest him too much, but a couple of them caught his eye...a slender little puppy boy, a malamute with short neck fluff, and a lithe kitten wearing almost nothing at all, his shirt discarded in the sand, both were adorable.

Rody's mind wandered with ease as his hand idly groped and squeezed his steadily pulsing, growing meat through his jeans. It twitched and spread across his inner thigh as his fingers glided back and forth, his brain a heavy haze of arousal and perverted inner thoughts. His imagery was first affixed to Daniel's lithe body, slender and supple, and the way he moaned and quivered under Rody's assault just the day before-- eventually, however, his mind drifted to thoughts of the other two boys as well. He imagined heinous, perverted positions: he pictured the cute kitten pressed to the bottom of the slide on his back, his shorts pulled up enough for his ass to get lovingly fucked. He pictured the malamute, so intensely puppy-like and eager to please that he licked and slathered Rody's amply-sized cock. Just the mere thoughts alone were more than enough to stir Rody to completely full mast, and anyone nearby could have easily seen the outline of his thick, throbbing erection.

Rody thought he'd have more time to toy with himself before Daniel wanted to go back, but as always, things didn't go to plan. From across the park, he could see Daniel get to his feet among the sand he was playing on, and the cub peered over towards where Rody was sitting, making a gesture to get his attention-- though, Rody already had his gaze fixed upon him. The white wolf, though his fur was a light yellow despite the name of his species, raised his hand to the boy and Daniel moved around the side of the other cubs, heading towards the swings on the right-hand side.

"Rody, can you push me?" Daniel called across the park and Rody, despite being firmly erect, relented to the cub's whims; how could he say no to such a cute request? With a sigh, the man got to his feet, fully aware that any adult nearby would be able to see the outline of his erection in his pants. Luckily for Rody, he was pretty much the only adult around, and his brisk walk across the park pat hand onto the grass quashed any potential worries of someone seeing his perverted nature. He rounded the frame of the swings and took position behind Daniel, reaching out to grasp the chains that connected the seat to the metal bar above. The swing was fairly low down, but as Rody pulled Daniel back towards him, he could lift the cub up to about the height of his crotch, if he stepped back far enough. A tickle of desire rushed up his spine as he trailed his gaze down and admired the sight of the fox's perky ass scooted back on the swing seat, but at that moment he simply let go of the chains and allowed the cub to swing forwards.

Daniel's giggles made Rody's decision worth it, at least temporarily. The cub didn't go very high on the swing, and to the wolf's surprise he didn't demand to go higher, so as the fox swung back towards him, Rody took a step back to avoid getting clocked in the stomach and raised his hands, gently meeting them with the boy's behind. At the apex of Daniel's backswing, Rody applied some pressure and gave the cub a little more momentum, not enough to have him careening out of his seat in his forward swing, but enough to raise him up just a little more. It was hard for the wolf to reign in his urges, seeing that ass swing back and forth, getting closer and then drifting away, but at least for a little while he relented, letting the cub enjoy his time.

Though Rody was dutiful and restrained, he couldn't hold it forever. After a couple of minutes of entertaining Daniel's whims, he eventually grabbed the hanging connecting chains in Daniel's final backswing, and pulled him up to his crotch once more. His still turgid and achingly hard erection pressed against the small of Daniel's back, and Rody was pretty sure Daniel could feel it, given the way the fox boy uncomfortably squirmed and instinctively brushed his long black hair past his shoulders and down to his back. With a smirk, Rody relinquished one hand from the chain and the seat swung a little to the side, forcing Daniel to reach up and hold on, stretching his legs out and pressing the tips of his paws against the tarmac to steady himself. With his free hand, Rody slipped his digits down the cub's back towards the waistband of his shorts, his fingers tugging lightly at the little holes that could house a belt. Daniel didn't make any noises of protests, nor did he fight against Rody tugging on his shorts-- with very little difficulty, the wolf worked the shorts down enough to expose the cub's ass, if only a little.

"Um..." Daniel mumbled awkwardly, and noticeably tensed when Rody's hand dipped down enough to grab a fistful of that cute, young ass. The wolf squeezed and curled his fingers, groping that malleable flesh, and his arousal grew at the sight of it. That, added with the mere insinuation of doing lewd, perverted things in public had the man's cock throbbing in his jeans, eager to be touched. Groping just the cub's ass wasn't even close to enough; he wanted so much more, and he was going to get it. His other hand let go of the swing's chain and Daniel pushed with his paws to keep himself from toppling forwards, his ears sheepishly folding down against his head in a distinctively submissive fashion as Rody's hand roamed, grasping as much of one of the boy's cheeks as he could. His other hand delved towards his own crotch, where he popped the button of his jeans and tugged down the zipper, fumbling inside for his aching cock. He loosened the button of his boxers, sunk his digits inside, and after a handful of moments, he pulled his cock free.

"Oooh, this is so fucking hot." Rody murmured, his voice dripping with arousal, his breathing low and heavy. He angled his cock down and bowed his legs ever so slightly, smearing the pre-slickened tip of his member against Daniel's cheek before he tugged with his other hand, coaxing the boy to scoot back just a little so he could push his cock in between those perky bits of flesh. He shuddered as his tip easily met with Daniel's young ring, and the boy only grunted his protest as Rody pushed, easily and unabashedly penetrating the boy. Daniel's legs wobbled with the exertion of keeping himself up, but with Rody now inside him, the wolf eased his discomfort by bringing his hands back to the chains, pulling so that the young fox slid backwards, his feet lifting from the ground and his ass connecting with Rody's half-clothed crotch.

There were no words, in that fraction of a moment, to describe just how turned on Rody was. It was difficult to say if it was more intense than his first time with the cub, but the fact they were in public definitely added to Rody's arousal in a way that might have made this an even hotter scenario for him. It was impossible for him to not vocalise his lust, a groan escaping his lips as he loosened his arms and let gravity swing Daniel forwards and off his cock for barely a handful of inches, before Rody's forearms tensed and he tugged him back. Daniel squirmed in the seat of the swing, clearly a little shy about what they were doing, but he didn't tell Rody to stop either; the wolf vaguely took that as consent and didn't even dwell on it, his lust overtaking any kind of caution he might have had. The chances of them being caught in the act were high, but Rody was willing to take those odds, confident they could continue unnoticed-- hell, even the other kids playing around in the jungle gym a handful of metres away weren't even paying attention to them.

"Mm..." Rody leant forwards over the boy, unable to decide whether he wanted to buck his hips and fuck the kid or pull him back onto his cock. "Does it feel good, Daniel? It's so nice fucking you like this...the feeling of that cute little ass around my cock. We could get caught at any time, too. What would you do if we were?"

"U-Um, I don't know," Daniel stammered, occasionally whimpering slightly from Rody's thrusts, though it was clear to Rody that those noises were of pleasure. "I don't want you to get in trouble."

"That's just what I like to hear," Rody sighed, tugging his hips back and slowly sliding forwards, relishing the way Daniel's inner walls spasmed and gripped around his cock. "That we could get caught at any time...makes it more exciting, doesn't it?"

Daniel didn't know what to say, but to Rody, his response didn't matter. The man continued to mutter under his breath, his breathing shallow yet filled with lust, and he started to buck his hips faster and faster. To him, it felt so inexplicably good, so warm and heavy, and it was difficult for him to hold himself together. Even as he thrust with reckless abandon and all the horny arousal he could muster, he was still careful to keep things inconspicuous; as outrageous as he was, he definitely didn't want to get caught-- hell, he was only so daring as to lewd the boy in public simply because of how quiet the park was, and in any other instance, he would have restrained himself. The situation was more than enough to turn him on and he was already getting close remarkably quickly, but he was far too focused on the sensation of fucking that young ass to really warn the cub of his impending orgasm. Daniel, innocent yet at least a little cognizant of his babysitter's perverted tendencies, did nothing but huff and keep his face as straight as he could muster, whilst all the while his innards squeezed and milked, spasming over and over.

"H-Here it comes, Daniel!" Rody tightened his grip on the chains in his hands and tugged, pushing his hips forward at the same time so he could bury himself completely in the boy's ass. Daniel couldn't stop himself from arching his back and sucking in a breath, and all at once his insides clamped down, gripping tightly to Rody's intruding cock. It was just what the man needed; the pressure around his cock, combined with how close he was, caused him to easily bust-- with a shuddering groan, he pumped spurt after spurt of pent-up, perverted seed right into Daniel's ass, coating his insides in a sticky thin film of his lust. The 9-year-old quietly whimpered, but despite his discomfort, he kept a straight face so as not to alert anyone to what they were doing-- Rody appreciated that, and made a mental note to reward him appropriately later.

"Good boy..." Rody breathed a heavy, tired sigh and nudged his hips against the cub's ass just a couple more times before he slowly pulled back, a quiver travelling up his spine at the lewd sounds of his cum-soaked cock squelching with his movements. Daniel grunted briefly as the head of that cock popped free from his shorts, and with a hand, Rody briskly tugged his shorts back up to hide their forbidden act. He tucked himself away a handful of moments later and leaned forwards, sneaking a hand down Daniel's side to stroke across his hip, through his shirt.

"Do you want me to keep pushing you?" Rody asked in a quiet, low voice, and Daniel abruptly slipped from the swing and stood upright, turning to face him. Rody easily recognised the boy's flustered, shy expression and Daniel stammered something that was hard to decipher, before he turned and bounded across the tarmac and onto the grass, heading back to where all the other kids were. Rody watched him go for a moment before he turned, returning to the bench and suppressing a smirk. He was oh so tempted the tease the boy-- he wanted to see that flustered face again-- but he restrained himself for now, wanting to let Daniel have his fun.

Rody had no way of really knowing how long Daniel was going to spend at the park, but that didn't really matter; the yellow-furred wolf was a patient one, and he dutifully sat there, idly groping himself, until the fox was ready to go home. In typical boyish fashion, that didn't actually happen for another couple of hours or so, but that suited Rody just fine. Once the cub was ready to go and waved goodbye to the other neighbourhood kids, Rody led him back towards his home. By the time they got there, it was already late in the afternoon.

"Are you hungry? Did you want something to eat?" Rody asked casually, with no real intentions behind it; he was still pretty horny, but he also valued his 'job' as well. Daniel hummed behind him and circled around to the front, stepping towards the doorway of the kitchen.

"Uh-huh," Daniel looked up at him, beaming from cheek to cheek. "Um, can we have those sandwiches again? They were really good."

"Do you want to see how I make 'em?" The words escaped Rody's mouth before he could stop himself, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe it was the right time to let Daniel in on his little secret; he was pretty sure now, after lewding the boy in a public park, that he'd be receptive to the idea or at least wouldn't freak out. At his words, the young fox nodded and stepped out of the way so that Rody could head into the kitchen.

Making the sandwiches was simple, and Rody followed the same instructions to the letter as before. He chopped up the relevant salad ingredients on the chopping board and took slices of bread from the pre-cut loaf hiding away in a bread bin on the outer countertops. Daniel sat across from him at first as he prepared the sandwich-- though it would have been more specific to say two sandwiches, considering he was hungry as well-- but over time, the cub eventually made his way around the island counter to Rody's side, examining how he made the sandwich with an unnerving amount of scrutiny. Rody had no doubt that Daniel was attempting to deduce what the secret ingredient was that made the sandwiches so good, but Rody knew he wouldn't find it...not yet, of course. Just the mere thought alone was enough to stir the yellow-furred wolf up a bit, and the counter did a good job of hiding his boner, though it wouldn't have mattered if he was caught anyway.

"So...what's the secret ingredient?" Daniel asked, nudging Rody's side with his own and slightly impatiently bouncing on the spot. "C'mon, I wanna know!"

"Alright, alright...the sandwiches are about ready anyway." Rody looked down at the neatly assembled slices of bread, topped with a mixture of meat, cheese and greenery, satisfied with their arrangement. Wordlessly, he reached down towards his jeans and Daniel's gaze followed his roaming hands, watching as the man plucked the button of his pants. Slowly, he spread the flaps of his jeans apart and the waistline sagged with ease as the tension around his waist loosened, and with a light tug, he exposed himself-- well, his boxers, at least. He had no intention of stopping there, and soon enough his boxers met with his jeans around his knees.

"You see..." Rody began, wrapping a hand around his cock, now dry from their previous sex. "The secret ingredient is in my balls."

"In your balls? Huh..." Daniel looked as if he understood, his gaze switching from the cock to the sandwiches and back again. "Can, I, um...can I help?"

Rody wasn't expecting the boy to be so proactive, but he wasn't about to turn him down, especially if he was asking so nicely. With a smirk, Rody relinquished his grip on his own cock and made a gesture with his other hand for Daniel to lean forwards to get a feel of it himself, if he was so inclined. At first, Daniel noticeably hesitated; it wasn't because he was put off or anything like that, from what Rody could guess-- after all, this wasn't the first time Daniel had gotten a feel for the cock himself, considering what had happened only that morning. Eventually, the fox reached out with his small hand, and a sigh escaped Rody's lips when those small digits touched with his pulsing, already hard cock.

The man's groans of approval were more or less all the incentive Daniel needed, though it was clear from watching him that the boy had no idea what he was doing; he had a good idea of how the stroke the man, and Rody surmised he must have experimented with himself, but his movements were clumsy and needed fine-tuning. The yellow-furred wolf couldn't resist the temptation to guide him, if only a little bit, and with his fingers he led Daniel to stroke along the underside of his cock, pressing around the sides to peel back the foreskin with each slow stroke back, then bunch it up with each tug forwards.

"That's it..." Rody murmured, closing his eyes for a moment and just delighting in the sensations. It hadn't even been that long since their last little escapade, and he could still vividly recall Daniel's face against his cock under the counter earlier that morning, but that didn't make that particular moment any less wonderful. Rody's breathing quickened rapidly under Daniel's cute little tugs and squeezes, and eventually, the man withdrew his hand, letting the boy continue. He didn't need to give him any indication of how close he was or what was to come, for Daniel already knew-- the cub was beginning to learn, a little bit at a time, how best to please his babysitter and next-door neighbour.

Rody's breathing inevitably quickened, and by extension the cub's licking, slurping and tender stroking picked up speed in tandem, eager to get the man off. The wolf stood on the tips of his toes and arched his back in a way that prominently pushed his crotch out towards the sandwiches laid bare before them, and with Daniel's help, they angled and twisted in a way that directed them towards the layered meats and vegetables, his twitching, pre-oozing cock hovering above them. Rody tried to mumble a word, a simple 'lower', but it warped into a shuddering groan as he felt himself pass the point of no return. He reached out with both hands, one gripping the edge of the table as the other quickly grasped the boy's stroking hand, angling it and by extension his cock downwards towards the food below. After a few moments, he reached his peak, and with a final, groaning sigh he orgasmed.

The first thick spurt splattered across Daniel's sandwich, forming several ample globs atop a thin piece of lettuce, and Daniel watched with wide eyes as the second twitch and surge of cum readily oozed down the underside of his cock and past his frenulum, catching on Daniel's fingers. A third spurt rapidly followed the second and with a light tug against his cock, Rody angled it with Daniel's hand to point onto his own sandwich, staining it with the same gooey, off-white fluid. Spurt after spurt soon followed, painting both sandwiches in a messy array of seed as Daniel, guided by Rody's hand, clumsily angled between one and the other to make sure they got an even distribution of the man's 'secret ingredient'. To Rody's silent dismay, his orgasmed faded rapidly soon after arriving and he was left panting, mildly spent, and largely unsatisfied; no amount of jerking off, even with the cub's hands, could quell the lust inside him completely.

"There we go..." Rody panted, leaning back and pressing his heels to the cool tiles, relaxing himself. "There's your lunch, with the special sauce. Eat up."

Daniel glanced from Rody to the sandwich and back again, before he reached out and carefully eased a slice of bread onto the top of his cum-drizzled food. He scooped it up in both hands, careful not to let the insides of it spill out onto the cutting board below. Rody watched him for a moment, his eyes keenly observing as the cub took a bite. Daniel's eyes lit up with a mixture of satisfaction and surprise, and spurred on by his eagerness to eat his cum, Rody reached out to finish off his own sandwich. For a moment, the two lapsed into a quiet silence as they chewed, their expressions a mixture of amusement, eagerness and delight, all for a variety of different reasons.

Rody could hardly contain himself; it was already hot enough that Daniel was eating his own cum in a handful of different ways over the past day or two, but the fact he now knew of his antics and was receptive, perhaps even aroused, on some level? Just the mere thought alone made desire surge up the man's spine, and as he devoured his sandwich, his mind was already racing with what they could do next. He polished off his food a lot quicker than Daniel, and as the cub continued to eat, Rody circled around to his back, watching him with an intense gaze from behind. The fox boy didn't even seem to notice.

"When you're done, how about a dessert?" Rody suggested, his voice quivering ever so slightly with a mixture of barely restrained excitement and heavy, intoxicating lust. Daniel tilted his head slightly to look up at the man out the corner of his eye, a twinkle of childish wonder housed within. His look said it all, and he didn't vocalise his immature interest; his mouth, after all, was full of Rody's signature sandwich.

Though Daniel didn't reply, Rody took it as consent regardless and, with his outstretched hands, he hoisted the long-haired cub up onto the counter in front of him, directly over the cutting board he had just used. Rody's gaze trailed down at first, moving from the boy's perky little ass, still used from the park earlier, down to his balls, where he could just barely see the tip of the cub's cock, half-hard and twitching with obvious arousal. The man couldn't help growling a little at the sight, licking his lips as he reached out to yank one of the kitchen's stools closer towards him, putting it between him and Daniel, who knelt on all fours across the counter.

Rody heaved himself up onto the stool, balancing awkwardly in an attempt to situate himself on top without falling over. For the most part, it worked; he was a little uneasy, but he managed. It would have been ideal to just bend Daniel over the counter and fuck him, but he wouldn't have gotten to see the boy cum onto the counter that way-- unfortunately, Daniel was too high on all fours for him not to use the stool. With the two of them now in position, Rody angled himself forwards, his easily hard cock-- having throbbed to full mast rapidly after orgasming the first time-- twitching mere inches from Daniel's ass as Rody grabbed the waistline of his boyish shorts and pulled them down over that supple, perky 9-year-old behind. They were dragged all the way to his knees, more or less, along with his simple blue briefs he'd put earlier in the morning, before Rody reached up with both hands to grab, squeeze and spread that ass. Daniel squirmed on the spot a little bit but made no noises of complaint, and with two adult thumbs, Rody sank them between his cheeks to spread them more, exposing his already used hole. The man had no patience; he examined it and delighted at the thought of fucking it for barely a handful of seconds before pushing his hips forward and snapping one hand from the ass to his cock, guiding it towards that young pucker. He hesitated briefly, enough to take in a breath, before he pushed, letting out a long, relieved groan as he easily sunk inside, finding little to no resistance thanks to the boy's slowly accruing experience. The cum from their kinky little outing before was more than enough lubricant for Rody to penetrate the boy, and despite being used so thoroughly before, he was as tight as ever.

A groan escaped the man's lips, but he could barely enjoy himself longer than a handful of seconds before a loud ringing bounced around the room, emanating specifically from the phone that sat face up on the island counter. For a moment the two of them froze, unsure what to do, before Rody slowly leant over so that he could see the caller ID. Daniel could see it as well, and his reaction was a lot more apprehensive than Rody's own when the two of them understood who was calling-- there, on the screen, was a single word: 'Mom'.

"Crap. Uh..." Rody could physically feel the colour drain from his face, but just as quickly as the heat of arousal had receded, it flared; the lewder, hornier side of him crept from the back of his mind to the forefront, overtaking any kind of normal reason he might have had. Maybe it was his lust for Daniel that drove him to such extremes, or maybe it was just the roaring feeling from being able to express his desire that made him so reckless, but before Daniel could say or do anything, Rody leant forwards and snatched the phone up from the counter, sweeping it up to his cheek as he pushed the green accept button.

"Hello?" His voice quivered with a mixture of excitement and fear, but it turned him on immensely; inside the boy, his cock twitched and throbbed, and Daniel had to raise his hands to cover his mouth, trying not to make a sound. For a moment there was a quiet pause before someone eventually spoke on the other end.

"Oh, hello Rody! It's Linda. Daniel's mother?" The light, airy tone of the female fox on the other end all but confirmed who it was, if the caller ID wasn't enough. Rody paused for a moment and wasn't sure what to say, and he slowly rolled his hips forward, admiring the way Daniel seemed to clamp down tighter on him than usual, as if trying to stop his advance.

"Is everything okay?" Rody asked casually enough. It was a mundane question, but pointed; why exactly was she calling, and why did it have to be now, of all times?

"I'm just checking up on my boy," She off-handedly explained, sounding chipper but a little out of breath over the phone. "How's he doing?"

"Well...he's been a good kid so far," A smile crossed Rody's face as a wicked side of him rose. "He's in a bit of a tight spot right now, but he'll be alright."

"Why? What's happening?" She sounded curious over the phone; Rody's light tone made her feel more at ease, and in front of the wolf, Daniel turned his head to look up at the man, eyes wide, fearful for what he might say that could get him into trouble.

"We're playing Twister and he's in a difficult position. We just had lunch so I think he's feeling a little tired; he might lose, actually. He's looking a bit salty about it." Layer after layer of innuendos, references and lewd comments came from Rody's mouth that, surprisingly, all went over the woman's head. She laughed along to his little story as if it were the most normal thing in the world, unbeknownst to the fact that her hired babysitter was dick-deep in her son's tight, young ass.

"That sounds like him. He's quite the bundle of energy." She chuckled, and he hummed his agreement, slowly pulling his hips back. There was a quiet yet delightful squishing down as he withdrew, but it wasn't nearly loud enough for Daniel's mother to hear. Just the mere act of speaking to her on the phone whilst fucking her son was intensely arousing. For a moment he didn't say anything and the pause thereafter was strangely a little awkward, but Rody didn't really notice; he was far too focused on pushing back into Daniel's ass, slowly but surely fucking him.

"Is the game almost over?" Daniel's mother abruptly asked, but it barely registered in Rody's mind.

"Oh, he's close alright," He spoke without realising and then cleared his throat, slowing his thrusts for a moment. "Uh, close to losing, that is-- Oh! He just lost his balance."

She laughed again on the other end of the phone, and the wolf blew a quiet sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn't been caught. He eased himself back forwards again and started to thrust once more, and beneath him Daniel shuddered, keeping his hands firmly over his mouth as his innards spasmed, gripping around his cock and instinctively flexing in time with the man's thrusts.

"Can I talk to him?" Rody hadn't expected her to ask that, and he froze mid-thrust, looking down at the boy. One wrong slip-up on Daniel's part could potentially ruin what With a nervous gulp, he hummed his approval and slowly lowered the phone; Daniel parted his hands from his face, unsure what to do-- he looked horrified. However, with Rody's gesturing with the phone in hand, Daniel slowly took it from him.

"H-Hi, mom." Daniel tried his best to keep his voice steady, and as Rody watched from behind, a trickle of wickedness rose within him. As the boy tried to talk to his mother, he pulled back and forcefully thrust forwards, hilting himself inside the boy and causing him to let out a gasp. Daniel frantically tried to cover his mouth and his ear flattened down against his head, but it was hard to tell whether it was out of embarrassment, fear or anger.

"Um, no, no," Rody couldn't hear what was on the other end, but he got the impression that Daniel's mom expressed her concern for his noises. "I just stretch my back a lot and I'm tired-- no, I'm not hurt. Mom, I'm fine!"

Rody felt like he was seeing a lot of sides to Daniel the more time he spent around him, and if anything it made him more desirable. He liked that the boy was initially shy, but outgoing with his friends and bashful about his mom's doting; all of it was distinctively very childish and befitting his age, further cementing the thought of Daniel's slowly crumbling innocence. Rody relished of that heat and tightness around every inch of his throbbing cock before he pulled back, dragging himself to halfway and thrusting again, falling into a slow yet steady rhythm. Daniel was surprisingly quiet, though he did occasionally pull the phone away from his cheek to stifle a huff, trembling slightly in his all-fours position.

"...Uh-huh. Rody's really nice," Daniel continued to speak to her, his voice quivering just a little, occasionally wavering when Rody thrust into him. "We've had a lot of fun."

A smirk crossed the man's lips at his words-- was Daniel actually playing into those lewd little innuendos the man had made before, or he was just being genuine, but regardless the words made his stomach twist with heat and need, and he quickly picked up his thrusts, his ears twisting and attentively listening to the way he tried to desperately hide his moans.

"Oh! Uh, we went to the park..." Daniel continued as his innards squeezed tighter and tighter, having to pause mid-sentence. "And we played games...he made me lunch and stuff. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Mm. Okay, mom...catch you later."

Daniel shifted, covering his mouth with one hand as he passed the phone back with the other. Rody's gaze briefly met the cub's own and he offered the 9-year-old a cocky smile, which made the boy look strangely flustered. The wolf took the phone from him and brought it to his ear again.

"Hello." He greeted the woman on the other end again as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, but avoiding shoving his crotch too harshly against Denial's ass so that the sound of his balls slapping against those cheeks didn't reach the phone.

"Hi again, Rody," The kit's mother continued as Rody closed his eyes and basked in the pleasure. "I was just checking in on the two of you-- I've gotta run, I'm about to go to an appointment. Have fun you two!"

"See you tonight, Linda." Rody bid her farewell and lowered the phone, ending the call. It was just in time, too-- the noticeable pleasure that rushed up his spine was familiar and telling of his impending orgasm. He picked up his speed again ever so slightly and let out a long and aching groan, which encouraged Daniel to do the same, now unabashed of his noises with his mother not potentially listening in. The subsequent few thrusts were all Rody needed, and with one final grunt and a swift tug of the cub's hips, the wolf pushed himself inside completely, spurting string after string right into the 9-year-old's asshole. The man had effectively cum three times in a row with very little downtime in between, so his load wasn't nearly as potent as it could be, but it was by no means small; each spurt and rope painted Daniel's tiny insides and left the boy feeling full and warm.

There was a brief silence between them as Rody quietly basked in the afterglow of his climax, before Rody slowly pulled back; fun as it was, his knees were honestly beginning to ache in their awkward, precarious position on top of the island counter's stool. As he lowered himself, he patted the boy's side to signal him to back up as well, and Daniel clenched his young, gray-furred cheeks as he scooted off the counter, his feet inevitably touching the floor. Rody admired the sight of him for a moment before he made a gesture towards the door of the kitchen, a smile creeping up one side of his mouth.

"You ready to burn off that sandwich?" He smirked, padding towards the door as his boxers dropped down to his shins and eventually left his ankles as he stepped out of them. "I've got some pent up energy I need to get rid of, don't you?"

"U-Uh-huh." Daniel sounded nervous, but eager. He waddled across the room a little in his shorts before, unlike Rody, he tugged them up around his hips and quickly followed. The yellow-furred wolf led him up the stairs to the upper floor in a quiet, strangely intense silence; he was sure Daniel knew what he wanted, considering his response, but he couldn't help but feel like something magical was going to happen within the next few minutes, even if it wasn't their first time.

Adjourning to Daniel's room, Rody crossed the short, empty space of his carpet, tip-toeing around the dirty clothes and toys on the floor until he reached the cub's short, appropriately-sized racecar bed. He reached down to grab the blankets and toss them to the side, dropping them onto the floor. He cast one glance back at the 9-year-old before making a gesture, wanting him to come closer. As Daniel approached, the man swung a leg over the bed and lowered himself, settling on his back against the length of the short, kid-zed mattress, his feet easily sticking out from the end. He was completely bottomless already, with his cock fully on display, but it wasn't enough; he sat up just so he could pull his shirt over the top of his head, and with a grunt, he tossed it to the side, out of the way.

Daniel approached the foot of the bed, his gaze raking over Rody's naked body, before he shyly brushed his long hair out from behind his shoulders and started to pluck at his own clothes, vividly aware that he was overdressed for the occasion. He yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor as unceremoniously as Rody had done mere moments ago, and his shorts and underwear swiftly followed, falling to his ankles. He stepped out of them and rounded the side of the bed, getting close to what he presumed Rody could have liked him to be near, and he wouldn't be wrong in that assessment; Rody keenly reached out for Daniel's hand and tugged, pulling him closer. Daniel teetered over the edge of the bed until he leant down, propping himself up with a hand, and Rody's own dragged up the cub's arm to his shoulder, encouraging him closer to his cock.

"I love it when you put your lips in my special place, Daniel. Think you can do it again?" Rody asked, confident and excited. Daniel was looking less and less apprehensive each time Rody encouraged him to do more lewd and depraved things, and he watched with delight as the cub didn't even hesitate to lower himself further, bowing his front and bringing his muzzle closer to that twitching cock. The wolf reached down, grasping the base of his member and angling it upwards so he could better get access to that pulsing, swollen tip. It took a mere handful of moments for Daniel's young muzzle to touch the man's cock, and with some encouragement from the wolf's hand, the kit slowly plunged down, sinking his lips and tongue along the side of the cock, thanks to the fact he was standing to the side. Rody didn't mind, of course; Daniel was pretty good at giving head, and the pressure around both sides of his cock was strangely nice.

Rody groaned, quietly and sensually, reaching out with a hand to put it on the back of Daniel's head. He pushed the cub down a little to make him take more, and Daniel was surprisingly receptive to his whims, sliding his mouth down and taking as much as he was able, until the head of the cock probed the back of his throat and threatened to push right into his throat. It took everything on Rody not to force his muzzle down further and he instead relented, withdrawing his hand as Daniel pulled back by extension. The cub hummed audibly, both out of excitement and a peculiar contentedness, as his muzzle dragged all the way to the edge of the man's glans, his tongue slickening up the cock as he went, before he plunged down again. Rody shivered from the feeling of it and instinctively curled his hand down Daniel's slender back, trying to reach for his ass...though, considering the way the kit was bent over, it was actually harder to reach than he thought.

Sensing what he wanted, Daniel scooted forwards and tucked his leg up, brushing his knee across the edge of his bed as he slowly lifted himself up and straightened his back at the same time, pulling his mouth away from the man's spit-coated cock. The little racecar bed creaked under the combined weight of adult and child as the cub swung his leg over Rody's toned hips, turning to face the wolf as his crotch settled itself on the man's stomach. Rody shifted on his back to get more comfortable and his hungry gaze wordlessly raked over Daniel's lithe, androgynous frame. He didn't need to say how pretty and hot Daniel was, how arousing it looked to see those cute, pre-pubescent balls pressed to his manly fur; all his raw lust was vocalised by a deep, carnal growl as his hands grasped at the boy's hips and curled around to his ass, squeezing and massaging the malleable flesh. His cock stood on end, surging with blood and heat, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck-- thankfully, Daniel was going to give him just that.

Rody didn't need to guide him this time, which was as much of a surprise to the wolf as it was to Daniel. The cub leaned forwards and planted his hands on the man's chest, pushing his ass upwards and lifting himself up as he tucked his legs inwards, his feet planted against the bed. In an awkward squat, at first, Daniel shuffled back and teetered awkwardly on his heels, having to lean back and use his hands to leverage to find the right angle. His ass swung left and right as Rody reached down to hold his cock upright, using his other hand to steady Daniel's hips. The kit huffed in his precarious position, trying to blow his long hair out of his eyes as he slowly lowered himself, the head of Rody's cock smearing against his cheek. With contact made, Daniel swung his ass to the side until he felt the head slip in between his spread cheeks, and he smeared around, grunting and mumbling under his breath until the adult's pulsing meat met with his already used, lubricated pucker.

"That's it, right there..." Rody murmured, slowly easing his hips up to push against the cub's ass, feeling that little ring stretch to accommodate the intruding length with ease, having taken it multiple times already. With Rody's cock finding purchase, Daniel sighed and slowly lowered himself, pushing his ass down onto the man's throbbing cock in one fell swoop. Unlike with the restrictions of his muzzle, Daniel very easily managed to take the entirety of Rody's cock. He was as tight as ever; his innards squeezed in a way that fit Rody's eager length like a glove. With a grunt, the wolf sank his hips down and returned his hands to Daniel's sides, licking his lips with delight as he watched the boy shakily rise, his eyes lidding over as his teeth visibly gritted. Daniel sucked in a breath, his knees wobbling, before he lowered himself down again, whimpering quietly from what Rody could only guess to be pleasure.

With the man's cock now fully inside him, Daniel leant forwards once more, his long black hair tumbling down around his shoulders as he hung his head and pushed his paws back, sliding them until his knees met with the blanket. His ass lowered down and squished neatly against the man's crotch before Daniel rose up, mostly lifting his hips as he teetered forwards, putting his hands into the fluff of Rody's chest to steady himself. As he rose, the wolf's hands squeezed and spread his cheeks apart, relishing the way the 9-year-old's ring spasmed as the cub wilfully moved and pleasured himself on the man's cock-- Rody couldn't help but groan his approval, and as if in response, the cub shuddered and let out his own aching moan.

Rody was, unsurprisingly, impatient. It hadn't even been long since he'd last cum, but he was already eager and ready to go again despite that. Much as he wanted to let Daniel take the reigns and move at his own pace, Rody wanted more; he started to push up and roll his hips against that slowly rising and falling ass, and he rapidly moved into a faster, more leisurely rhythm, unable to contain his lust for the boy. Daniel sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, grunting with every occasional thrust as his little, half-hard cock bounced up and down on top of the man's stomach, his balls snugly pressed to the wolf's yellow fur. Rody hungrily stared down at it as the 9-year-old milked his pistoning cock.

It was unsurprising to the babysitter how close he was getting already; the sight before him was pretty good, after all. His groans of passion soon turned into carnal growls and grunts as he bucked and watched the boy bounce on his cock-- at first, Daniel had kept his hands steady on his chest, but over time he leant back and put them on Rody's wrists instead, trying to balance himself in an upright position. Each bounce of his hips, combined with the arching of his back, had his hair bobbing around his shoulders in an amusing display which, to Rody, only seemed to add to it. The lewd sounds of their sex were audibly wet and slick, made even hotter by the boy's interspersed groans. Rody loved that the boy was enjoying himself, as evident by his spasming inner walls and twisted expression that clearly depicted pleasure and happiness.

"R-Rody, it feels weird..." The boy mumbled, and the canine knew instant what he was referring to. The wolf raked his gaze down and fixated it on that young, hard cock, twitching completely dry at a 45-degree angle, each thrust and pump of the man's hips causing it to twitch and throb. With a grin, Rody started to thrust faster, moreso than before, and in return, Daniel started to gasp and whimper with every thrust, overwhelmed by the stimulation in his behind. The cub's innards squeezed tightly, warning of his impending orgasm, and the pressure around his slick, pre-soaked cock rapidly brought Rody to the brink by extension.

He could feel it coming, and with a sigh he arched his back, pumping up into the cub's ass as Daniel reflexively clenched around him, on the brink himself. A shudder rolled through the man's body as he tucked his legs up, planting his heels against the bed, and his cock throbbed inside the cub, spurting rope after rope deep into his most intimate part. Each spurt and shot of cum had the boy gasping, his cock powerfully bouncing up and down as his innards clamped down and squeezed periodically in a way that Rody could only identify as the cub's own dry orgasm. The man's stomach twisted with eager delight at the thought of them both climaxing at the same time, but he only got to admire the sight of the boy orgasming for a few moments; shortly after his climax, Daniel sagged forwards and slumped onto Rody's body, tiredly cuddling into his chest as his cock twitched against the wolf's fur, enough for Rody to feel. A rumble of happiness escaped the canine's muzzle as he wrapped his arms around the boy, occasionally pushing his hips up against him to milk the last of his nut.

"Good boy, good boy..." Rody murmured, stroking along the cub's lithe, borderline-feminine back, and after not too long the cub's breathing began to slow and subside, becoming deep and plentiful. Rody easily recognised that the 9-year-old has fallen asleep in his exhaustion, likely due to the exertion of being fucked so many times that day. Rody sighed and kept his arms firmly around the boy, listening to his quiet heartbeat, accentuated by the pulsing of his own cock in that young, used hole.

He'd give him a few hours, if only because he'd hear it from his mother if he didn't get the boy something to eat later...besides, a nap wouldn't hurt.

After all, they had the rest of the night, didn't they?