Finn ached. It wasn't because he was unwell-- he hadn't a cold nor the flu or worse-- but it was the sheer mental exhaustion and struggling sleep schedule he'd held over the past week.

Frankly, his otherwise hands-off work had been in something of a crisis that had left him mulling over his work long after his shifts were over. Most of it was now resolved, but there were still loose ends that needed to tie that, to put it vaguely, simply 'weren't tying'. Solutions to what should have been simple problems weren't sticking and required further research, which left him with restless nights, immeasurable stress, and an irritable nature. Of course, that made things particularly difficult when he had a regular, almost daily guest.

Charlie was a sweet boy, and Finn knew he doted on him far too much-- but trying to keep in good spirits around the 8-year-old had been difficult when his mind was full of work, and he was sure that after a couple of days the Dalmatian cub had noticed his wandering mind, especially as Finn wasn't as handsy as their last encounter. Against the hybrid's better judgement, he had eventually turned down Charlie from visiting for a few days, just so he had time to clear his head. He could tell the boy was disappointed but the 8-year-old didn't pressure him; not that it would have worked, anyhow.

It was a Saturday, and with most of the headache of work over, Finn needed some air. Rather than stay cooped up in his fancy minimalistic house and 'mancave' beneath, he decided it'd be a good idea to take a walk and breathe in the scenery, for the most part-- he couldn't enjoy it as much as some due to his anxiety over bugs and insects in general, but a couple of earphones and some nice music more or less eased his mind. The nearby local park was expansive, with rolling green fields and a fairly large play area for kids of all ages; it had a massive climbing frame as well as small steel and wooden 'forts', with the typical swing, roundabout and other things that kids liked. Finn didn't pay them too much attention and, for a while, sat down and relaxed on a bench, watching dogs bound around, owners throw Frisbee's and kids play with each other.

He sat there for what felt like hours, though it was probably far less than that-- the music was calming but he was admittedly a little bored, used to working with his hands, entertaining a certain guest or playing video games to keep his mind occupied. The sun above him was beginning to make him feel a little warm and he was starting to pant, so he eventually rose and began to walk again, ducking into some shade from the trees that threatened to encroach on the forest's path. As he wandered, he passed by a local public toilet and paused-- he needed to pee. The hybrid retreated and made his way inside, hoping to be in and out as quickly as possible as he slipped his earphones from his inner ears, stuffing them into his hoodie pocket.

To say that public toilets had a habit of having a bad reputation was an understatement, and ones in public parks were often no different, but this one was surprisingly clean-- the outside was dingy and horrible but the interior had mostly been mopped regularly. It didn't quite have the smell of something sterile, but the fact he couldn't smell anything at all was honestly a bonus. As he stepped inside, however, he paused, hearing the sound of slow, laboured breathing occasionally intermingled with quiet, high-pitched moans and whimpers. A trickle ran up his spine and he halted on the spot, ears twisting to the sound. To him, they felt a little familiar, but he couldn't quite place why. A tingle of excitement spread through him and Finn held his breath, slowly tip-toeing across the cool tiles and further into the public restroom. On his right were a row of sinks with only small mirrors above them, and opposite them were a series of stalls-- evidently, the restroom was intended to be unisex, given that there were no urinals. For the most part, all of the stalls were closed, but one was open...and from it, Finn could see a long brown tail and a pair of shoes, connected to legs that appeared to be knelt down on the floor.

It only took a few more steps for Finn to get a good look at what was going on, and the sight before him was something he hadn't been expecting. There, spread-eagled on the stall's toilet with his clothes laying in heaps around him, was none other than his neighbour's kid, Charlie-- and there, nestled between his legs and knelt down on the floor, was his father and Finn's neighbour, John. He was an otter who, honestly, Finn had never held more than a handful of conversations with over the few years they'd known each other-- they didn't have much of a friendship, and only occasionally did Finn receive gratitude from Finn for looking after his kid. From what Finn knew of him, John was someone who worked long hours and wasn't seen very often, which made it even more peculiar that he'd be here, on a Saturday-- if one ignored the very obvious lewd act he was performing with his son, anyway. Finn couldn't deny that the sight excited him and Charlie's lidded gaze quickly flicked to Finn when he spotted him. The Dalmatian's eyes widened and he snapped his hands up to cover his mouth, but the little whimper that escaped his lips gave away Finn's arrival. The otter from between Charlie's legs pulled back and straightened up, quickly turning his head to see who was there, his eyes widening with recognition.

"Oh, Finn," He sounded half-surprised, half-pleased. "I didn't expect to see you here. You on break?"

"Uh...something like that." Finn awkwardly flicked his gaze from John to Charlie and back again. The toilet's seat was completely down and Charlie was sitting directly on it, clearly aroused, his toes curled from what was presumably quite a pleasurable session between the two of them. Finn quickly deduced from Charlie's dry loins that John was licking a little further down, and from the look on John's face he didn't mind being interrupted. The otter raised a hand to brush his messy brown fringe to the side, his small ears twisting and listening for anyone else following behind Finn-- thankfully, there was no-one-- before he shrugged himself out of his loose tracksuit jacket, dropping it to the floor. As John leant back, Finn caught sight of the Otter's own arousal, sticking out from his tracksuit pants, the elastic band of them tucked in under his balls so that his erection could bob free in the air.

"Sorry, do you need to use the bathroom?" John smirked, his green eyes twinkling. Finn felt peculiarly flustered and averted his gaze.

"Oh, no, you're fine," The hybrid assured him, taking a step back. "I should, uh...leave you to it."

"Don't be like that," John shifted, slowly rising to his feet as his light brown muzzle stretched into a grin, his voice low and deep. "You can join in, if you want. Not like I don't know what you've been doing with my kid, anyhow."

Finn froze on the spot and he glanced to Charlie, who sheepishly averted his gaze, looking almost apologetic. Finn knew that he'd basically dodged a bullet-- he had no idea that John was like this and, honestly, if he was any other way inclined then the conversation would have gone a lot differently. The hybrid knew he should count himself lucky, but to be offered to join in was...very tempting. A little trickle of irritation ran through him when he realised that Charlie had ratted him out, but he swallowed it down, for he couldn't blame the kid for being open with his father, especially at his age.

"C'mon." John pressured, grinning from cheek to cheek, and Finn glanced from John's face, with his peculiar black streaks that ran under his eyes and framed his muzzle, down to his crotch, where the otter deliberately waggled his erection, letting the pinkish humanoid cock bounce up and down, hindered only by his balls and the waistband of his pants, surrounded by a trimmed patch of pubic hair that trailed up his stomach and beneath his loose shirt. With a nervous gulp, Finn stepped a little closer, past John and into the stall. An amused grin crossed the otter's features and he followed.

Finn took a moment to admire Charlie's lewd, completely naked position-- the Dalmatian had remained dutifully spread-eagled amidst their conversation, and he had removed his hands from his mouth, keeping quiet. Reaching down, the hybrid snaked his scaled avian hand from the cub's knee down to his inner thigh, and Charlie trembled beneath him, his breathing shaky as his little, 8-year-old cock twitched fervently from the touch alone. Finn reached out with his other hand and grabbed Charlie by the hips, lifting him up off the toilet and turning the two of them around so that Finn could take his place, sitting down and nestling Charlie into his lap. The Dalmatian couldn't seem to find purchase at first and eventually settled with resting his shins on Finn's knees, pushing his ass backwards as he arched his back and pressed his chest against Finn's clothed front. The canine/avian hybrid put a hand on Charlie's back to steady him as he reached down between them to loosen the button of his jeans-- a quick coaxing later had them sliding past his hips, enough to expose his loins and his own white-furred humanoid member, already at full mast and aching to see what may come next.

"Damn, that's hot..." John muttered, greeted to the sight of his son's spread cheeks and his inward-bent lower legs, the cub's paws brushing together nervously. Finn reached out with his free hand, keeping the other on Charlie's back as he grasped the 8-year-old's soft, small ass and spread one cheek, exposing the sensitive pink flesh of his ring even more. With a lick of his lips John approached, smearing the head of his pink cock against Charlie's ass and wedging the tip between the boy's cheeks, deliberately pushing but not quite penetrating just yet. The mere insinuation had Charlie quaking, and Finn dipped his head to brush it against Charlie's cheek, encouraging him to lift his head.

With a sigh, John pushed forwards and finally stopped teasing his son, keeping one hand to the boy's ass as he sunk into him, trying to resist the urge to pull Charlie back against his cock so that Finn could press his head down and meet his muzzle with Charlie's own, sweeping him into a kiss. It was an endearing sight to watch and feel-- the quivering, attentive boy beneath him, flushed with arousal and emotion, eager for more...though Finn had spent the better half of 2 weeks keeping his hands to himself, he quickly realised in the heat of the moment that the had needed this, badly. Charlie's muzzle pressed firmly to his own and Finn instinctively parted his lips, pushing his tongue down against the Dalmatian's muzzle and into his mouth as John sunk deeper and deeper, causing the boy's muscles to tense rigidly against Finn's average frame.

"Ooooh fuck..." John sighed with delight, pulling up the front of his shirt as he pressed deeper, his gaze fixated on his son's spread cheeks and the way his young ass swallowed up his cock, innards spasming and squeezing with each turgid throb of that intrusion. The cub began to moan, huffing against Finn's lips as his tongue loosely squirmed and pressed against the man's own, his eyes firmly closed, relishing the sensation of sex. Finn was fully hard and aching just from the kissing alone, but Charlie's tender moans only spurred him on even more. John seemed to notice this as well, so before they continued any further he grabbed Charlie's hips and pulled, lifting him up. Finn tried to linger the kiss for a little longer but pulled back when John lifted the Dalmatian away, and the hybrid leant back, watching what the otter was planning to do.

For a moment John stood there, shuddering briefly from the feeling of being balls-deep in the Dalmatian, before he slowly lowered himself onto his knees, still holding Charlie firmly by the hips. Finn had a feeling he knew what John was doing and instinctively spread his legs, pushing his jeans down to his ankles as the Dalmatian settling between them, his hands reaching up to clutch at Finn's legs. A groan escaped the hybrid's lips as he reached down to cup Charlie's cheek, coaxing him closer to his crotch, scooting himself forwards at the same time. John hissed from behind the Dalmatian and kneaded up against his behind, hands gripping to his hips as he slowly gyrated, rolling the cub's ass against his pelvis to massage his intruding cock.

Charlie, delirious with pleasure, was initially hard to wrangle into doing what Finn wanted, but he eventually managed to focus and, with a lidded gaze, the Dalmatian began to push his muzzle against Finn's cock, his nostrils flaring and taking in the general scent of his arousal. Finn's hand slid up to stroke behind Charlie's ear and the cub whimpered, fingers curling against the hybrid's white-furred legs as he lifted his head up, his muzzle reaching the tip. Finn grasped the base of his cock and sighed with relief as Charlie slowly plunged his muzzle, taking the cock into his mouth as he sunk his body and head down, adjusting the angle just a little the deeper he went. He took about half of it, his tongue idly, loosely lapping against the underside of Finn's cock like a nursing puppy, the Dalmatian's expression pleasured and tired. Finn reached out with his other hand to cradle the boy's head, stroking and affectionately encouraging him, resisting the urge to thrust.

Behind him, John was beginning to thrust, keeping Charlie's hips still with his large, gripping hands as he pushed his hips back and forth a little, filling the public bathroom with the sounds of his hips lightly slapping against Charlie's young, slightly jiggling cheeks as the otter's breathing grew low and heavy, his moans getting heavier. The 8-year-old clearly didn't have the strength to keep his body up and began to sag a little, but steadied himself thanks to his hands on Finn's legs, his little cock twitching madly between his legs, dry as a bone. The two adults huffed and groaned, using the boy as they liked-- but the measured pace of their movements made it clear they had no intention of hurting him, and their affectionate touch wanted nothing but pleasure.

John slowly switched tactics, his hands sliding down to Charlie's ass and along his thighs to the back of his legs, where he lifted and hoisted Charlie up. The Dalmatian's legs instinctively bent and John's hands naturally slid across his spotted fur towards the back of the 8-year-old's knees, holding him there. It was easy to keep him up thanks to the cub's fairly lightweight body, and with that the otter began to thrust once more as Finn slowly coaxed Charlie's head back and forth, just a little at a time. The Dalmatian tried his best to focus on both people but ultimately managed to do neither, suckling the man's cock purely out of instinct as his innards squeezed and instinctively reacted to the thrusts, the stimulation to his prostate causing his muscles to clench and eliciting a soft, yet brief whine every so often from his muffled muzzle.

"That's it, good boy-- Fuck..." John grunted between his panting, the sound of his thrusting growing more and more audible as his pre-cum slickened his thrusts, making them wet yet easy. His balls swung up and down with every short yet hard pound, smacking up against Charlie's spread ass before they jiggled back down, bouncing with each downward pull. Finn, meanwhile, dipped his head forwards and admired the sight of Charlie's muzzle bowed down on his cock, the fervent little laps slowly bringing him closer and closer towards his own orgasm-- he couldn't deny how sweet and delicate those little laps felt, even if that tongue didn't explore. The canine's pursed lips helped as well, providing some much-needed warmth. The jiggling of Charlie's head helped as well, though that was only because of his bouncing body from being fucked.

John's groans reached a peak and Charlie began to whimper quietly against Finn's cock, his eyes closing and his expression scrunching up as John plunged over and over, loosening his grip on the Dalmatian's knees so that gravity could pull him down on his cock, forcing his member balls-deep with each thrust. After a few moments, the otter sighed and bowed his head, settling Charlie down against his cock as, with each vivid throb, he pumped cum into the boy's ass, painting his insides with his seed. Charlie trembled against Finn, his expression loosening as he pushed his head forwards a little, taking ever so slightly more of Finn's cock as his licking picked up speed and intensity, his focus coming back to him.

However, Finn was a lot closer than he anticipated, and with each lick he felt himself getting a little closer. With a heavy huff, Finn eased Charlie back towards the head of his member and cradled his cheek with one hand and chin with the other. Charlie opened his eyes for a moment and flicked his gaze up to Finn for a fraction of a second, before he closed them again and pursed his lips around the head of the man's member, suckling sweetly against the head of his foreskinned cock as the hybrid's chest heaved, feeling himself teeter over the point of no return.

"Mmh..." Finn could do nothing but sigh with delight as he climaxed, spurting a string of cum along Charlie's tongue, another soon joining the first and another after that. Finn watched as Charlie remained dutifully around the head of his member and a tingle of desire swept up Finn's spine as he realised the young cub was swallowing his load, taking what he could. When the Dalmatian let out a little cough, however, Finn eased him off, hissing through his gritted teeth as he moved a hand to his own cock and squeezed the remnants of his orgasm against the pup's lips, watching as Charlie stuck out his tongue and lapped it up.

"Fuck." Finn sighed, leaning back, feeling surprisingly spent-- he'd been a little pent-up, what with being unable to focus on himself for the past couple of weeks, and Charlie had all but sucked all the stress out of him, for want of a better metaphor. John pulled Charlie back and settled him against his chest, remaining firmly inside him for a little while longer as Finn watched him, hesitant to break the ice. It wasn't exactly a common thing to catch a father fucking his son and to join in-- even worse when you'd fucked their son prior.

"S...So, um," Finn eventually began awkwardly, too stifled and anxious with the silence. "How long have you...?"

"Since his birthday," John answered him so nonchalantly that Finn didn't quite know how to react. "Little tyke can't get enough."

"I-I see..." Finn nodded along, shifting slightly and slowly getting to his feet. "Well, John...I should probably go. You guys need to get cleaned up, and I only really came out for some fresh air."

"Aww, you still have work today?" John grimaced and Finn shrugged his shoulders.

"I usually have set hours but they tend to call me whenever they want if they need help, so..." Finn struggled to find the space to stand, but he eventually pulled up his jeans and tucked his dick back in, making it look as if nothing had happened with just a quick adjustment.

"Well, okay," John shifted and slowly rose, pulling Charlie from off of his cock, carrying him as he stood up. "Stop by this evening and I'll treat you to dinner."

"Oh, you don't have to--" Finn began as John turned, stepping towards the sink.

"I insist," John affirmed with a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Come on, you can't resist when I've offered so graciously. Consider it thanks for taking care of my kid all those evenings-- though I'm pretty sure you did more than just 'take care' of him."

"You..." Finn spluttered, but realised he was back into a corner. "...Fine. Thank you for your hospitality."

John beamed and Finn had to wonder if he was so good at navigating conversations because he had Charlie as a kid-- the Dalmatian was known for being particularly talkative, though during their little encounter he seemed particularly shy. Finn watched as John set Charlie down onto one of the sinks, holding him as he ran the tap and began to splash it against the Dalmatian's behind. He made it seem as if he'd done it a hundred times before...was that actually the case, or was he simply good at adapting to situations?

"M...Mr. Ayers," As if on cue, Charlie began to speak, but he looked sheepish. "Do you not hate me now?"

"What? Charlie, I've never hated you." Finn frowned and approached-- it was a little weird to have a conversation with the kid whilst his ass was being washed, but Finn tried not to think about it.

"But, but," Charlie began, tensing briefly from the cold water. "You wouldn't let me come over and play video games anymore."

"I told you, sweetie, it's because Mr. Ayers has to work and sometimes that means he can't take care of you." John insisted, but Charlie didn't seem to understand, looking between them.

"But he's at home all the time," Charlie insisted. "Papa isn't home all the time and that's because he works."

"Sometimes, people do their job from home," Finn explained. "When I work at home, I have to concentrate a lot, which means I can't spend time playing games with you."

"Oh..." Charlie looked defeated, and Finn could understand why, considering his age. "Does that mean I can't play with you anymore?"

"Of course you can!" Finn insisted, reaching out to stroke Charlie's cheek as John finished cleaning him up, using power towels to dry the boy off. "Just...maybe not for a couple more days. I'm very busy working at the moment. There's a crisis going on."

"A crisis...?" Charlie frowned. "Like a flood?"

A snort escaped John's lips and he briefly covered his mouth, trying not to show that he was laughing. Charlie pouted and seemed to have sense his amusement, and all Finn could do was grin.

"Something like that," Finn chuckled, sliding his hand up to ruffle the boy's head. "But once I'm done, I'll have plenty of time for you."

The Dalmatian beamed, but Finn had a feeling he was more interested in the video games than anything else. The hybrid retracted his hand and glanced to John, who had since composed himself and stepped back from Charlie, collecting their clothes.

"Alright, well...I guess I'll see you tonight," Finn surmised. "I'm going to get home and get a shower before then."

"Alright," John nodded, pulling on his pants. "Catch you tonight, man."

With a nod, Finn retreated from the public bathroom and stepped out into the sunlight again, staring up at the trees above, his heart pounding in his chest. What just happened? Did they really just do that, and in public no less? What if people found out?

Shaking his anxiety away, Finn turned and briskly strode back home. He'd take a shower first before he could mull over his thoughts-- but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to think straight between what might happen later that night along with work looming over his head.

But despite that, he was strangely excited to see them again soon.