Today was the day. Rody had been waiting all week for that very moment when he'd finally get a chance to do what he'd been fantasising about for months. 

"Thanks again for looking after Daniel, Rody." A slender fox strode in through the living room door, wrapped in fairly casual clothes with wavy locks of black hair atop her grey-furred head. A small carry-on suitcase sat behind her by the door and she fumbled around in her bag for a moment, retrieving a small slip of paper and holding it out for Rody to take.

"It's not a problem, really," The white wolf plucked it from between her two fingers, unfurling it to reveal a number written on its surface. "I don't have work over the weekend anyway, you know."

"Still, I should show my appreciation," The woman beamed. "So, that's my number in case of an emergency...if you order in any food, then just keep a receipt of it and let me know how much it was so I can reimburse you-- oh, and I'll pay you for your time, of course."

"Ah, you don't have to, really!" Unbeknownst to the mother, Rody was planning to do a lot more than just babysit her kid, though she wasn't to know that. The fox woman looked embarrassed for a moment and then made a gesture.

"I insist," She assured him. "I'll only be gone for the day, but I'll be back in the evening...just make sure he gets to bed by 10."

"Yes ma'am." Rody rose to his feet and the woman blew a sigh as she turned, taking her luggage and heading into the hallway. There stood the object of Rody's interest; Daniel, a 9-year-old fox who was the spitting image of his mother. He had the same dull grey fur as her, and the white belly and chest to boot along with those black-furred 'socks' and 'gloves', but the one main difference was his hair; his was straight and pitch black, unlike her similarly-coloured wavy locks.

For a moment, Daniel's mother regarded the two of them, before she turned to the front door and pulled it open, lifting her suitcase over the lip of the door with ease. She placed it on the porch outside and then turned to her son, cupping his cheeks with her hands and looking him firmly in the eye.

"You be good, okay baby?" She insisted, and Daniel mumbled some kind of agreement. Satisfied, the woman kissed his forehead and then retreated, smiling warmly at Rody as she turned and stepped outside.

Daniel's mother took her luggage and headed down the porch to the path that lead towards a sleek black car ahead of her-- her own car, to be specific. The two of them watched as Daniel's mother stowed the suitcase in the back seat before heading towards the driver's side, hopping in and turning on the engine. She slowly reversed out and turned until she lined up with the road, and then honked her horn and waved from the driver's side window at them before she turned out onto the road and headed down the street, disappearing into the distance. They watched her go for a little while longer before Rody closed the door and turned to face the boy.

Rody could barely contain his excitement. Daniel was someone that the perverted white wolf had stared after for a while now, both figuratively and literally. To him, Rody was his neighbour-- the white wolf lived right next door, and conveniently the man's window looked directly into Daniel's own, though he was sure the boy didn't know that. It was in those moments early in the morning, when Rody got up early to work his dead-end job, that he occasionally caught sight of the long-haired boy changing into his school clothes early in the morning. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he caught Daniel entering his room after a shower, and was given full and complete access to the sight of the cub. That's where the infatuation started, but it didn't end there.

Over time, Rody's lust for Daniel grew. At first, he was satisfied just to peak and gawk at the boy through their windows. When he'd first got a taste of the naked 9-year-old, he'd bought binoculars to better see, and what a sight it was; he was androgynous, having not yet gone through puberty nor grown into a more manly figure. Once Rody had gotten a taste for the sight of the boy's naked form, he wanted more, and his antics and staring had inevitably drifted from merely watching the fox's bedroom antics to spying him on when he was in the pool around the back of his house. There was something about staring at the boy in his tight little swim briefs that had Rody salivating often. He'd even taken pictures of the sight and masturbated both to them and to the thought of the boy many times, to the point where he was starting to run out of ideas. It was then that Daniel's mother asked if he could babysit, and like a gift from god, he readily accepted, without hesitation.

"So..." Rody began, leaning against the wall of the hallway as Daniel tilted his head at him. "What were you up to before I came over?"

"I was just watching some TV." Daniel replied rather matter-of-factly. The boy stood there in a simple set of shorts, blue in colour, and a black shirt that was form-fitting to his lithe, androgynous figure. Those clothes left very little to the imagination, but Rody did his best not to openly ogle at that moment; he didn't want to immediately tip off Daniel to his perverted nature and make the boy uncomfortable. To get what he wanted from the cub would require a slow, methodical breakdown of his young morals.

"You had breakfast yet?" The wolf asked, and when Daniel nodded the man grinned. "Do you want to hit up the pool, then?"

Daniel's eyes lit up and he grinned from cheek to cheek at the thought. Rody, satisfied that he'd hooked Daniel in, made a gesture towards the stairs as he strode down the hallway towards the door leading into the kitchen; the back door that led outside was there. His gesture was obvious to the cub, who turned and bounded upstairs towards his room-- Rody hoped the cub knew what he meant and was putting on his swim briefs. Whilst the 9-year-old got changed, Rody made his way out back.

This was the first time he'd actually gotten to see Daniel's backyard from the appropriate side, as opposed to only seeing it from an angle available from his guest room window. The majority of the front section of the backyard was primarily concrete slabs, serving as both a patio and as the main walkway for the pool, which bore its own concrete lip that was a couple of tiles wide. At the far back, however, spanning the remaining half of the yard, was well-trimmed and luscious green grass, which Rody had no doubt was used often in the summer.

The white wolf padded his way across the patio as he reached down to peel off his shirt, tossing it onto the nearby seat that sat facing the pool, designed for sunbathing. There, he revealed his muscular form, though it wasn't quite to the level of someone who worked out often; his figure was closer to athletic. Rody didn't hesitate to pop the button of his jeans and drop them down, letting them fall to his ankles, where he stepped out of them and tossed them onto the seat to join his shirt. He stood there for a moment in his boxers, looking down at the water below, before he heard the scuffle of feet on concrete behind him. When he turned, he was greeted to the sight of the long-haired fox, dressed in only his swim briefs. They left nothing to the imagination; Rody could clearly see the outline of the cub's little bulge, and it made his loins tingle.

"I didn't bring my trunks." Rody looked down at his boxers and Daniel giggled childishly at his comment. What the boy wasn't expecting, however, was for Rody to grab the waistband of his boxers and unceremoniously drop them, revealing the adult's humanoid cock beneath. Instinctively, Daniel averted his gaze and lifted a hand to cover his eyes, but the 9-year-old was a curious sort, and couldn't resist a peek. Rody had no intention of hiding himself, though he was aware that his cock was starting to get hard just from the thought of the boy looking at it. He allowed Daniel to catch a good glimpse of it before he quickly turned, stepping forwards and dropping into the water before him.

For a moment, his head remained below water, and as he looked around the clean walls and floor of the pool, the froth of bubbles not too far away signalled Daniel's arrival. Rody stared under the water at the cub's kicking legs and his cute little ass, before Rody rose, breaking through the surface of the water and taking in a large gulp of air. The water was just shallow enough for him to touch his paws to the floor of the pool whilst keeping his head above water, but Daniel had to constantly kick his legs to keep himself afloat. When he drifted to the edge of the pool, however, he hooked an arm to the side and held himself up, relaxing for just a moment. The boy's hair was already soaking wet and clung to his face and neck, and the cub used a hand to push it back to expose his face.

"Mister, um..." Daniel began, but realised he didn't really know Rody's name. The wolf was pretty certain his mother had introduced them already, but it looked like Daniel had forgotten...or maybe he just didn't know what Rody was comfortable with being called.

"Just Rody, kid." The wolf assured him, and in turn Daniel smiled.

"Rody," He continued. "Um, why'd you take off you underwear?"

"Well, I wouldn't want it to get wet when I'm in the pool, would I?" Rody countered with a grin, and the cub slowly moved inside the water to face him, his face scrunched up-- it's like he was trying to argue back, but couldn't really refute the notion.

"But, um, isn't it weird? Isn't that what swim stuff is for?" Daniel questioned, and Rody drifted through the water, making sure to keep the majority of his body beneath the surface.

"Well...it's fun, isn't it?" Rody suggested. "I mean, people only wear swimwear in public because you shouldn't show your bits to everyone...but who's to say you can't show off in private, in your own house or something?"

"It does sounds pretty fun..." Daniel agreed, shifting slightly in his position against the pool's lip. He looked over Rody with a sheepish smile, and the wolf had to wonder what he was thinking for a moment; the cub's expression was hard to read, even if he was grinning. To Rody's surprise, however, Daniel shifted in the water and tucked his legs up, his toes peeking out from the surface as he roamed his other hand beneath the rippling water. Rody watched a little more intently than he should have as Daniel grimaced and shifted before, moments later, he pulled his swim briefs up above the water, dangling the garment between his thumb and index finger. A childish laugh ripped through him and he tossed the briefs to the side, onto the patio near the pool.

"It feels weird, but it's funny!" The boy laughed, his cheeks looking flushed, and it took everything in Rody not to cross the distance between them and put his hands on the completely naked boy. Instead, he lingered in the water and turned to cross over towards the other side, swimming the length of the pool as Daniel watched. The cub lingered by the edge of the pool for a couple of moments before he kicked out from the edge to follow him. When Rody reached the other side, Daniel approached, easily getting closer despite his smaller frame in the water.

"Does it feel good?" Rody asked, and Daniel paused in the water for a moment to think about it.

"Um...it's a little weird," He admitted. "I don't know."

"Maybe it's because you've never done it before?" The wolf suggested, and Daniel nodded along to his words, agreeing with him. Rody watched him for a little while before he started circling the pool again, and like a lost puppy Daniel followed-- whether it was because he needed the exercise or for another reason entirely, Rody couldn't be sure...but it wasn't like he was going to tell the boy to stop; it was endearing, and turned Rody on even more.

Though it was early in the morning, the two of them played in the pool for a while without a care in the world. At first, they lapped the pool over and over and did lengths from one end to the next; Rody wasn't doing it for any particular reason and Daniel was simply following him around. When they started to get tired, they hung out around the edges of the pool and talked for a while, though they didn't really speak about anything in particular; the majority of their conversation jumped from talking about video games to discussing Daniel's studies at school. The young fox was on summer break at that moment in time, and Rody had to openly remark about how early he got out of bed some days-- Rody immediately regretted saying it, but thankfully Daniel didn't even think to ask how he knew it; instead, the boy was simply sheepish about it. When they'd recuperated some of their energy, they went right back to playing, which primarily involved splashing water at each other.

However, they didn't stay in the pool all day, primarily because Rody had other ideas in mind for what they could do for 'fun', though it was all in pursuit of warming the cub up. Even the idea of playing in the pool, which he had brought up so casually, was all part of his plan. After swimming another handful of laps, Rody paused by the edge of the pool, closest to the patio, and swept his arms up to lean against the lip as he turned to Daniel, making a gesture for him to come closer.

"I'm getting kind of tired," He began. "You wanna get out of the pool and we'll play a game?"

"Okay!" Daniel grinned, nearing the edge of the pool, but he didn't jump out just yet. For a moment he lingered there, catching his breath, which gave Rody an opportunity to press and steer what they might do further.

"How about something like a party game?" Rody suggested. "You got anything we can be more active with, or something you like?"

"Um..." It was easier to manoeuvre Daniel how he liked when he had the boy make the decisions himself. "Oh! We have Twister in the house."

"Sounds perfect," Rody mused. "You, uh, think you can get us some towels?"

"Uh-huh!" Daniel, eager to please, pulled himself upwards and swung a leg up high enough for his knee to connect with the pool's edge, using it as leverage for him to get out of the pool completely. Rody sat and watched, dry-mouthed, as he was greeted to such a close sight of the boy's cute little ass and his tiny balls, and as Daniel clambered out of the pool he got an even better show of that flaccid little humanoid cock and balls, enticing him further. The boy was so close that he could have reached out and touched him, but he resisted; it wasn't the time yet. Daniel bounded towards the patio door and briefly shook himself, hair and tail swishing left and right, before he headed into the kitchen and disappeared past the reflective glass. 

Rody sighed and reached down beneath the water to try and push his erection down as he waited, turned on by the sight of the boy, but not wanting to startle him with his erection. Thankfully, he had to wait a little while, and by the time Daniel returned from inside with two towels, Rody had all but purged the lewd thoughts from his mind, for now. Daniel shook the towel out at him and Rody heaved himself up out of the water, thankful that he was flaccid as he padded over towards the boy and took the towel from him. He patted himself down enough to be damp, though not completely dry, and out the corner of his eye, he watched Daniel do the same...though curiously enough, the cub did look his way a couple of times, trying to catch a peek at the man without Rody looking. A smirk crossed the man's features at the thought of mutual interest, though he was sure it was probably just the boy's curiosity.

"You're not getting dressed?" Daniel asked with a frown as Rody stepped towards the door leading back inside, and for a moment the adult paused, looking over his shoulder at the perplexed boy. He tried not to roam his gaze, though he was tempted by that barely covered body.

"Is there any need to?" Rody remarked. "It's just us two, and we've already seen each other now, haven't we?"

"I guess so..." Daniel looked apprehensive, but quickly warmed up to the idea. Leaving his swim briefs by the pool's edge, he followed Rody towards the door, and the two of them stepped inside. The coolness of the kitchen tiles against their wet feet was peculiar, but not unwelcome, and in the heat of the summer, their fur started to dry reasonably quickly, though it'd still take a while.

At first, Rody circled around the kitchen for a while whilst Rody disappeared into the hallway, and the wolf's ears twisted and attentively listened to the sound of rattling from within the living room. He assumed that Daniel was rummaging around for the game they were about to play, so for a couple of minutes, Rody acted nonchalant, not wanting to appear too excited for what they were about to do. He did, however, eventually retreat from the kitchen and pad down the hall in the nude, holding onto the towel as he rounded the door frame into the living room.

"Did you find it?" Rody asked, and halted on the spot when he caught sight of Daniel squatted down and hunting through the bottom shelf of a cabinet that sat beneath the TV. Rody did his best not to ogle the shape of the cub's rounded little butt, and averted his eyes when Daniel finally withdrew with a box in hand. He turned and straightened, placing it on the coffee table and opening up the lid so he could take out the mat and drape it across the carpet, sandwiched between the TV and the coffee table itself.

This version of Twister, unlike the original game from the 60s, had a much more modern spin to it in the way of automation and electronics. The mat was still the same as it had always been-- there was no adjustment of the coloured dots-- but the tool used to designate what body part went where was announced aloud by a screen that could be cast to the TV, which Daniel set up with ease; Rody could only assume he'd played the game often enough to know how to get everything ready without a hitch. Rody turned the TV on to aid him, and Daniel tapped away on the screen before taking a small dongle from the box and plugging it into the side of the television. Rody took the opportunity to ogle some more at Daniel's curvaceous, androgynous young back before the cub eventually retreated and the game began.

"Do you play this a lot?" Rody asked casually as he draped his towel on the arm of the couch, and Daniel tossed his over at the same time, looking sheepish about being naked, but not covering himself either. The boy brushed his long hair back over his shoulder and glanced from the wolf to the screen and back again, as if he didn't know where to put his eyes.

"Uh, yeah, a little," He began as a countdown appeared on screen, warning them that the first player was about to take their turn. "Usually around Christmas and stuff when my cousins come over."

"I see..." Just the mere thought of Daniel's cousins had Rody's mind wandering, but he turned his attention to the task at hand.

"First player...left left, blue!" The TV announced the first player's restriction, and Rody took it upon himself to go first. Though neither of them had really discussed it, Daniel silently conceded and Rody stepped out onto the board beneath his feet, manoeuvring himself until he planted his left paw directly down onto a large blue dot somewhere in the middle of the board. A timer appeared on screen shortly after he pressed it, but the two acts didn't correlate-- the timer was going to appear regardless of whether he moved or not, predominantly signalling for the next player to get ready. Daniel straightened himself and approached the edge of the mat as the timer counted down, and a smirk crossed Rody's features when the screen revealed what he had to do.

"Second player...right leg, yellow!" No colour in particular was scarce, but some of them were definitely in difficult places. The general rule of thumb when it came to Twister, as least to Rody's knowledge, was to always aim to stay around the middle. Daniel seemed to have the same idea, and Rody shivered when he felt the cub's leg slide under his own, the boy's thigh brushing with his calf as he pressed his paw to a spot beneath Rody's body. The wolf did his best not to focus too hard on it, or else something else might get hard as a result.

There were many more rounds after those first two, but it was Rody's reaction to Daniel's inadvertent touch, and Daniel's innocence to the entire thing, that set the mood for the rest of that little game. Each turn became more outlandish than the last, though not for any reason other than the contortion of their bodies, forced to bend and twist in ways that had them laughing in a desperate attempt to place specific body parts on certain coloured dots. The more time went on, the more difficult it became, but it was clear who was winning out of the two of them. Rody had something of an advantage over Daniel in that instant, simply due to the length of his limbs. Whilst he struggled to get dots close to each other, it was easy for him to reach those on the outer edges of the mat, that Daniel couldn't each despite his best efforts. It was a pretty fun time...but there was more to it than that, at least for Rody.

The most alluring part for the white wolf was just how close Daniel was to his body. Rody was fully aware that his stretching and contorting afford him compromising positions, but through some stroke of luck, Daniel's own form was somehow less twisted than his own, but the majority of the dots he had to press involved him crossing over Rody's body a couple of times, at the very least, sometimes ducking under, but often going over the top instead. One such compromising position had Daniel curved around Rody's leg, forced to effectively bend over it so that he could place his left hand to a dot on the mat between the man's legs. As a result, Rody was greeted to two different, yet equally wonderful things; the first was Daniel's head mere inches from his own crotch thanks to his bent body, and the other was the alluring feeling of the boy's cock pressed snugly to the man's thigh, thanks to the contortion of the body.

Things were getting difficult, as most, if not all, of their limbs were occupied one way or another. It was taking everything in Rody not to get hard in front of the boy, and as he twisted himself to try and match the next dot he had to play a body part on, his legs wobbled and Daniel teetered against him, straining to keep upright...but in the end, it was Rody who lost his balance, despite having the upper hand. As he shifted, his ankle slipped on the mat and he cried out as he swung backwards, inadvertently bringing the fox with him. Rody's leg yanked the cub back as the wolf landed hard on his back, and a laugh ripped through him as the fox giggled beneath his stretched-out leg, pinned by the stomach beneath it. The TV continued to count down to the next 'turn', but the game was already over; it was Rody's loss.

"Damn..." Rody panted, swinging his leg off the boy and rolling over onto his front. "Jeez, what time is it? I felt like I was bending my knee for hours..."

The wolf raised his head and avoided getting too close to the boy in that moment, the touch alone enough to stir his perverted tendencies, and his gaze flicked to the clock. He'd come to Daniel's house a couple of hours ago at around noon, so it was already nearing 3pm. Getting to his feet, Rody straightened himself out and padded across the room to the remote sitting on the coffee table, so he could end the game. Daniel recuperated in the meantime and eventually sat up himself, getting to his feet and openly revealing himself-- all it took was for them to break the ice with an intimate game for Daniel to be comfortable being naked around him.

"You want some lunch? I'll make sandwiches," Rody suggested, and Daniel nodded as he made his way to the sofa and flopped down upon it, his little balls squishing against the couch cushions. "You can put on whatever you want. What do you want in your sandwiches?"

"Uh, turkey! And some other stuff," Daniel insisted as he reached for the actual TV remote, leaving the Twister mat unfurled on the floor for now. "Um, no tomato, please."

"On it." Rody strode across the room as Daniel settled into a comfortable seat, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, Rody headed down the hallway into the kitchen, stepping towards the fridge to retrieve the ingredients for a couple of killer sandwiches.

'Fuck, that game was hot,' Rody thought to himself. He could still imagine Daniel's little dick pressing against his thigh, and as he retrieved cheese, butter and various meats and vegetables from the fridge, his mind wandered and drifted to thoughts of the long-haired boy's head mere inches from his turgid cock. He imagined how the cub would explore him, how he'd satisfy his curiosity, the way he'd bob his head...by the time Rody had taken the bread from the counter and started laying out slices on a board, he was already aching hard, twitching beneath the island counter and bumping the head of his cock against the cool underside.

Rody multitasked, more or less, working his hands over the bread and spreading butter and building up two sets of sandwiches as his mind wandered in parallel, drifting from one delightful, provocative thought to the next. Images flashed through his mind of Daniel in compromising, lewd positions. He first imagined a simple blowjob, spurred on entirely by the man's own fervent thrusts whilst the boy just sat there and took it...and then he imagined something more intimate, a missionary position on an imaginary bed, where the cub moaned his name and threw his head back in pleasure, the fox whimpering for more. Despite his best efforts to turn his attention to the task of making food, nothing could stop him from reaching down to grasp the base of his cock. He groaned quietly under his breath and stroked from base to tip, gliding his foreskin over the head of his humanoid cock, bunching it at the tip. It felt good to just stroke it to the thought of him, though he enjoyed it a lot more knowing that he was standing in the boy's kitchen, in his own home, aware that the cub was lounging in the adjacent room.

A shudder rushed through his body as he became more and more aroused, and thought it was probably a bad idea, the man found himself moving his hips back and bringing his cock upwards, passing it over the lip of the counter so that he had free roam to stroke and squeeze his cock. He quietly sighed to himself and angled his cock to the side to avoid him openly masturbating over the sets of sandwiches he was making, but in his lust and arousal, a thought crossed his mind. He paused, pursing his muzzle, his cheeks flushing at the thought of what he might do. Slowly, he tilted his cock back towards the sandwich in front of him, one he was making for Daniel specifically. At that point, he'd only just layered on the bread, butter and turkey, and there was still more to add...and Rody had just the thought, albeit a lewd one.

Slowly, Rody started to stroke himself back and forth, his cock pulsing in his grip as he glided the foreskin of his length back and forth over the head of his cock. As he stroke, his breathing slowed and his mind grew hazy with arousal and desire, and images of the long-haired fox in compromising positions flashed through his mind. As his mind swam with those perverted thoughts, his hand picked up speed and his breathing quickened, encouraged by the physical exertion of his masturbation. It didn't take long for pre-cum to ooze from his tip, and as his foreskin bunched up against the tip, it spread that substance around the slickened up his movements somewhat, causing them to be audibly lewd. He lowered his head and stared down at the throbbing sight of his cock hanging over that simple slice of bread, his breathing shallow and rapid-- in barely a minute or so, he was terribly pent up, and aching for more. 

His pleasure rose quickly, and though he knew he should hold onto his orgasm, he didn't want to; part of him was simply too turned on, too far gone to not bust. He stroked himself faster and faster as he did his best to restrain his groans as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. With a grunt, he straightened and stood on the tips of his paws, leaning forwards as he passed the point of no return. With a few more eager strokes he climaxed, tugging the skin of his cock all the way back and exposing the head of his member as cum seeped readily from the tip of his length, before a thick arc spurted forwards and splattered across the sandwich's surface and beyond, landing on the edge of the board and directly onto the marble countertop. Rody could barely hold his moan of delight in as another string shot out shortly thereafter, less potent than the first, followed by another and then another. Each eager, pent-up spurt of his load graced the ladened, mid-construction sandwich and then some, and when his orgasm did eventually start to fade and his body hummed with that warm feeling of bliss, he was greeted to the lewd and horrifying sight of his cum splattered across his neighbour's counter, in a lewd array of angles forming something akin to the spray of a cone sprinkler.

Stepping back, Rody turned and quickly grabbed some kitchen towel from a roll near the stove, and with a few sheets he mopped up the excess on the counter, carefully making sure it absorbed every drop. He bundled it up and tossed it into the trash can before hastily assembling Daniel's sandwich with the remaining ingredients, smothering the salty cum between the turkey and the lettuce, as guilt washed over his system. He tried not to think about how Daniel might react if he found out or even recognised the substance inside, and instead cut the sandwich in half with the knife, arranging it a little better on the plate before turning to his own. His was unblemished of his own load, but he assembled it almost identical to Daniel's own, bar a couple of ingredients. With that, he lifted both plates up, making note of which was his and which wasn't, before he rounded the island counter. He skirted his gaze over the surface, double-checking it was clean of his cum, before returning to the living room.

Daniel hadn't budged from his seat, and Rody silently handed him his food, taking a seat beside him. He had to will himself not to tremble in his seat from a mixture of nerves and excitement as the boy bit into his sandwich like it was nothing, chewing thoughtfully with his gaze fixated on the TV. After a moment, he paused and looked down at his sandwich, holding it out at arm's length and scrunching his face up in confusion. Rody held his breath and watched, but thankfully the boy brought the sandwich to his mouth and ate again, shrugging his shoulders-- if he noticed that it tasted off, he didn't care. A tingle rushed through his body at the sight, but he kept his delight to himself.

They ate in silence, neither of them really saying much, and it was Daniel who finished his food first. He lounged back on the couch and casually watched the TV for a while as Rody ate, and when the wolf was done the boy got to his feet, though Rody couldn't be sure why.

"I should shower," The boy began. "Mom says I should shower after I use the pool, and my fur feels all gross."

The fox brushed at his fur, as if to demonstrate his displeasure, and Rody nodded along with him before gesturing upstairs.

"You don't need to hold your hand, right?" The wolf smirked and Daniel giggled, shaking his head. With that, the boy turned and bounded across the room to the door, before disappearing into the hallway. Rody listened to the sound of those young footsteps heading up the stairs and, for a moment, sat there and waited, watching the TV as his dick twitched between his legs. Eventually, however, he got to his feet and slowly made his way across the room and up the stairs; he had no intention of letting Daniel take a shower alone.

He heard the shower running already as he ascended to the upper hallway, and he crept across the carpet towards the bathroom door, which sat slightly ajar, as if beckoning him inside. He hesitated for a moment, forced to swallow his nerves, before he pushed it open and stepped inside. The roar of the running water blocked almost all of the minor sounds in the tiled little room, and through the clear screen of the shower unit, Rody's gaze laid upon Daniel, washing himself with shampoo and running it over his lithe, androgynous figure. He watched him for a while, his gaze raking down that young body, before he rounded the screen so that he could step into the shower himself; he was in the same boat as Daniel, but he was planning to wait to shower until later...but this suited just fine. He slipped in behind the boy who, at first, didn't notice him; he did, however, when Rody put his hands on the cub's body. 

"Wha--" Daniel was initially startled, but he relaxed a little when he turned and looked at Rody out the corner of his eye. The wolf wordlessly ran his hands from Daniel's shoulders down to his arms and shuffled himself a little closer, inadvertently pressing his steadily stiffening cock to the boy's back as Daniel absent lathered up his chest with soap. It was hard to tell if the fox boy was at all interested in what he was doing, but it didn't matter; Rody's main focus was simply on touching him, on exploring his body, at least to some degree. He'd already seen it all before, even if it were through a window.

"Um...Rody," Daniel began. "What's that poking my back?"

"Oh, that?" Rody shifted and deliberately pushed his hips forwards so he could grind his cock against the cub's wet fur, if only a little. "Well, you know...that's my cock."

"Your...thingy?" The fact that Daniel knew exactly what he meant was both amusing and alluring, and slowly the boy turned around in the shower, lifting his hands to move his hair out of his eyes. He blinked up at Rody before his gaze travelled down, and his cheeks became visibly flushed when his eyes met with the man's turgid erection. This was the first time Daniel had ever laid eyes on it intentionally, and the mere thought alone coaxed Rody's cock to a quick and stiff full-mast, the head twitching mere inches from Daniel's stomach.

"Woah..." Daniel seemed surprised, and Rody could only assume it was because of the girth and size of it.

"Why don't you try touching it?" Rody's voice was calm, but on the inside he was excited. He watched as Daniel absently reached out a hand and touched with his member, his fingers dancing over the top and sliding down to the base before dragging back up. Rody couldn't help but groan, which briefly caught Daniel's attention and caused him to wrinkle his snout in confusion, looking up at Rody's face.

"Sorry," The man awkwardly apologised. "It just feels good." 

"Oh!" Daniel looked back down to the member again and slowly squeezed from base to tip, watching as Rody's cock throbbed and twitched in his hand. As he slowly stroked, tiny beads of pre-cum oozed from the tip, and Rody hesitantly reached out to put a hand on the boy's shoulder, squeezing his flesh and trailing his hand down to the cub's upper arm. He snuck his hand further inwards to the boy's side, and Daniel lifted his arms to allow him to do so, his face looking flushed as that hand roamed his body and down to his hip. It was clear where Rody's hands were going to go, to the point where even Daniel recognised his intentions. The cub squirmed on the spot, but not in a bad way-- rather than uncomfortable, he looked rather excited, perhaps even nervous. Rody, however, didn't drift his hand closer towards the boy's crotch, as the cub might have expected; he instead pulled away, lifting his hand up to the cub's head so he could cup his cheek and trail his palm up towards the tip of the boy's head, his fingers pressing down into that wet hair.

"Why don't you get on your knees and give it a taste?" Rody suggested, trying to coax the cub down onto his knees. At first, Daniel resisted absently, his hand still toying with the man's member, before he eventually did oblige Rody's whimsy. He slowly lowered himself down, hesitant yet intrigued, and Rody watched with a lick of his lips as the androgynous cub relaxed on his knees, one hand still on the man's turgid cock. The fox brought his head forwards, initially parting his lips, before he paused and angled his head left and right, as if he were trying to find the most ideal spot for him to taste and lick-- or perhaps he was simply trying to gauge how much he could take. In any case, his muzzle did eventually meet the man's cock, and a tickling sensation of pleasure rushed through Rody's system at his touch.

Rody wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but there was something wholly different about finally getting what he wanted compared to enjoying it in fantasy. The warmth of the boy's lips, the heat of his tongue, his breath on his sensitive flesh...all of it was exactly how Rody had imagined it, perhaps even more so, and he couldn't get enough. The white wolf rolled his head back and sighed quietly when the 9-year-old angled his head to the side and trailed his muzzle down towards the base, his eyes closed as he predominantly followed his instinct. When he dragged back up, Rody resisted the urge to clench and push him down, but thankfully he didn't need to; after a brief pause, the cub slid his head down and grunted, quietly yet dutifully attempting to take some of the cock in his mouth. Rody couldn't be sure if the 9-year-old already knew how to suck cock or if he was just being instinctive, but either way, Rody enjoyed it.

Daniel was quite the natural at sucking cock, and Rody knew he'd cum from getting blown if he wasn't careful-- he had no intention of stopping things here, and though he could cum and easily bounce back with his short refractory period, he didn't want to tire the cub out too quickly. After a few moments, he gently coaxed the cub back and Daniel raised his head to him, licking his muzzle and glancing down to the turgid cock once more. Rody hesitated, pained to pull him away, but he slid his hand to the side and tucked it under his armpit anyway, ushering him up.

"Let's go to your bedroom, okay?" Rody suggested. Daniel blinked up at him and sheepishly smiled, allowing the man to lead him out of the shower and onto the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. Rody took a towel from the rack nearby and patted himself down loosely, for not that much of his body was wet in comparison to Daniel, who was soaking all over. He passed it over to the boy, who shook on the spot before patting himself down, drying himself as quickly as he could. Rody stood and watched him for a while, waiting, before he took the boy by the arm, coaxing him towards the door and out into the hallway. They made the short distance to the cub's bedroom and stepped inside, leaving the door ajar; who was going to see them?

Rody knew only a little bit of the boy's bedroom before, but he could see it in its entirety now; he'd seen the majority of the room on the side the door was on; namely the chest of drawers and wardrobe he was aware of, as well as the little desk that the 9-year-old normally set his tablet on, but on the other side of the room, was a TV sitting in the corner, hidden from the window, and a bed shaped like a racecar, befitting a boy of his size. Dirty clothes and toys lay strewn across the floor, and in his embarrassment the cub frantically dipped down and tried to pick up his clothes, stuffing them onto his desk chair and shoving them beneath the wooden surface to hide them. Rody suppressed a grin and lowered a hand to his crotch to stimulate himself as he watched, mostly to keep himself hard.

"S-Sorry," The cub apologised, continuing to pat the towel over himself as he absently kicked toys across the floor to get them out of the centre of the room. "I didn't, um, know you'd be in here..."

"It's okay. Just get on the bed." Rody half-commanded, half-coaxed, and Daniel didn't disobey him. He climbed up onto his bed and sat on his behind, but shifted his position when Rody made a gesture, effectively telling him to roll over. The wolf crossed the room towards the bed and, at first, lingered by the side and admired those rounded, albeit damp, cheeks. He climbed up on top of the bed as well and winced at how it creaked under their combined weight, but it thankfully held. He snuck a hand under Daniel's waist and felt the cub visibly tense under his touch. With a tug, Rody hoisted the cub's ass up until the boy was on all fours; his destination was the boy's ass, not his dick.

The wolf gave the fox no indication of what he planned to do and instead wordlessly grabbed those cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide so he could get a good look at that cute little pucker beneath. When exposed, that entrance instinctively clenched, but it did eventually loosen a little when the boy started to relax. Rody licked his lips in eager anticipation and lowered his head down, catching Daniel by surprise as he grazed his muzzle between the boy's cheeks, trailing up and down for a moment or two before he pushed his head forwards, meeting his muzzle to that tiny little pucker. He growled, both playfully and lustfully, and slowly stuck out his tongue, pressing the warmth of his fleshy little appendage to the boy's ass.

He could tell from the way the young, grey-furred fox gasped and trembled that he was new to the entire thing, but surprisingly the boy didn't pull away or recoil, nor did he ask for the man to stop; Rody knew that the cub was someone who liked to enjoy and try new things, hence his reaction. That quivering little pucker was enticing, and when Rody made a point of slathering from the bottom to the top with his wide, wet tongue, he relished the way the cub half-groaned, half-gasped from the pleasure. He deepened his rimming, his muzzle trailing up and back down to follow the movement of his tongue. His hands firmly grasped and squeezed those cheeks, spreading them apart as much as he could whilst the long-haired cub hung his head and pressed his elbows down to the bed, his eyes scrunched up.

The more that Rody licked, the more aroused he became. Each lap and slurp made his loins ache and beg for more and he couldn't help but to pant heavily from his own lust, his mind hazy with inappropriate thoughts. The feel of that ass, the squishing of those cheeks and the soft, young groaning of the cub was everything he hoped it would be, and somehow it was made even hotter by the fact he was rimming him on the boy's own bed, which was too small even for Rody to lay in fully, if he wanted to. Slowly, Rody started to push his tongue a little firmer than before, and he soon felt the cub's ring stretch to accommodate, though there was a little resistance. His tongue made its way inside slowly, barely half an inch at a time, but in the end, he could only go so far. That cursory penetration, however, set Daniel up for what was to come, and he could feel from the way the boy clenched around his tongue with his spasming ring, coupled with his tender, inexperienced gasps, that the boy was going to be a tight fit.

Rody didn't continue much further than that. His tongue swirled around like a wriggling worm inside the boy's ass, flicking up and down in an effort to roam as far as he could, before he eventually pulled back and admired the sight of the cub's spit-slickened behind, ready for fucking. Rody shifted, leaning himself up entirely and placing a hand on the small of the cub's back, just under his tail, whilst his other hand reached up to his mouth. He slathered spit across his palm and brought it to his cock, working it over his ample, 7-inch length so that he was amply slickened up enough to fuck the boy's ass.

"You ready?" Rody forewarned him of what he was about to do, and Daniel turned his head and brushed his long hair from his face, twisting his torso so that he could see the man lining his cock up, angling it down towards his ass. It took some adjustment, mainly due to the difference in their height, but the wolf's length did inevitably slid in between those young cheeks and Daniel's expression twisted into a mixture of curiosity and anxiety when the head of the man's cock pressed to his tiny little entrance. Rody smeared his dick up and down, grinning at the way Daniel's ring squeezed against his intrusion, and for a moment he let the boy adjust or brace himself, before he slowly but surely pushed, entering the cub's behind.

Rody didn't want to hurt the boy-- it was definitely a fear he had, but he had all the power and control. He started slowly at first, sliding forward an inch at a time and pausing in between so that Daniel could adjust as best he could. Anyone's first time taking a cock was bound to sting a little, especially so for a 9-year-old taking an adult's fat meat; Rody had no way of telling if Daniel was enjoying himself or not, for the only thing he could see if the boy's head were those straight, slightly damp strings of black hair and those folded back ears, snugly pressed to his head. Using the boy's tail as leverage, Rody sunk deeper and deeper, hissing from the sheer delight of those tight, virgin inner walls clamping around every intruding inch of his cock, whilst at the same time that spit-covered ring clenched and squeezed. What little lubricant Rody had to enter the boy was only just enough for him to slide inside, but his pent-up lust would surely make subsequent thrusts easier, for even in that initial entry pre-cum oozed from his member from sheer arousal alone.

When Rody was about halfway in the boy's behind, he slowly yet carefully slid back, shuddering with pleasure at the feeling of those tight little innards squeezing harder than before as he withdrew. Beneath him, the 9-year-old grunted his discomfort, and in an effort to quell that feeling, the cub pushed his ass back and inadvertently took more of that cock by extension. Rody definitely didn't dislike it, and a shuddering groan escaped the man's lips as the boy took more of his cock than before, passing the halfway mark by just an inch or so. The wolf's hand moved from the base of his cock to the boy's hip and steadied him as he tugged back, trailing a fine little line of his oozing pre-cum in the cub's ass. Daniel hissed and trembled as the man withdrew, but he started to relax a little more as Rody pulled back all the way, enough for the edge of his glans to meet with the cub's inner sphincter. He rested there for a moment, teasing that stretched entrance, and he tilted his head to the side in an effort to see Daniel's face, but he couldn't thanks to that sleek black hair.

Slowly, Rody started to push forwards, sinking back into the cub's behind, sighing as he went. The thickest part of his cock was the middle of it, and he stretched his ring a little when he reached that inevitable halfway mark, sinking a little deeper than before. Delight rushed up his spine and filled his mind as those innards squeezed and milked his cock, encouraging him to push a little further than before-- to his joy, that little ass was receptive, and he managed to almost get in all the way before he started to pull back again. Over time, things were getting easier; each tug and push was making his cock more and more slick with his own pre-cum, slightly intermingled with his spit. Daniel quietly moaned beneath him, and Rody liked to think it was because he was starting to enjoy it, but the cub's body was rigid, even if he didn't resist that intrusion at all, muddying the man's otherwise good vibes.

"Oooh, that's it, keep squeezing..." Rody closed his eyes and pushed forwards the last inch he needed to enter the boy completely, and he shuddered from the incredible feeling of his entire cock being massaged and squeezed. Daniel hummed his mixed approval and discomfort, but to Rody's surprise the 9-year-old rolled his hips back and pressed firmly to the man's pelvis, moving his hips left and right just a little bit, and Rody couldn't tell if he was actually teasing him or if he was just helping himself. Regardless, he squeezed the boy's hip and pulled back, sliding to the halfway mark before pushing forwards once more, beginning in on a slow, gentle rhythm.

Rody could tell very easily that he was going to bust quite quickly into their sex, but perhaps that might work out in Daniel's favour, who seemed to be struggling to adjust still. Rody eased himself back and forth slowly, but did eventually start picking himself up into a more leisurely rhythm, moving a little faster over time as more and more pre-cum from his lustful cock coated the length of his member and made every subsequent movement easier than the last. Over time, even Daniel started to moan in what Rody could only consider to be in pleasure, and the wolf chalked it up to his fat, adult cock stroking and probing the boy's prostate-- he was surely hitting the mark, considering their difference in age. It didn't take long for Rody's pleasure to rise as the wet sounds of their sex filled the room, the slaps of the wolf's pelvis and balls bouncing around the small acoustics of the bedroom as the small bed beneath them creaked with each laboured, lust-driven thrust.

Rody gave Daniel no warning of his impending orgasm, and he hoped that his labouring breathing and deep, gulping breaths would be enough indication of what was to come. As he humped and thrust, his pleasure grew higher and higher until it felt impossible to contain any longer. His groans turned into carnal grunts and his hand moved from the base of the boy's tail down to his hips, gripping both sides of the boy's body and squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers as he sped up, just a little, bringing himself closer to his metaphorical edge. Beneath him, Daniel let out quiet gasps, and Rody felt his spasming inner walls clamp down like a vice, gripping as tight as he could in response to the man's sped-up thrusts-- that friction alone was just what the adult wolf needed.

A rush of intense bliss washed over Rody's body as he released his pent-up, perverted energy into the boy, and in an instant he orgasm. His cock throbbed powerfully in the 9-year-old's behind and shortly thereafter, a vivid, viscous spurt of cum shot deep into his insides, followed by one string after another. Each pump and spurt of his load painted the boy's insides and shot so deep into him that Daniel trembled with the sensation, whimpering quietly beneath Rody and wagging his tail from side to side. Rody shuffled himself forwards and sunk himself entirely into the cub's ass, relishing that warm feeling around his cock, before he slowly pulled back. His gaze fixated itself on that stretched ring around his intruding cock, followed by the sticky film of cum and pre-seed that coated his glistening cock as he withdrew-- it would be a sight he'd never forget for as long as he lived.

The main thing Rody was aware of was how sensitive and potentially used Daniel felt, especially with it being his first time. When he pulled out completely, the man couldn't help but admire the sight of that slightly gaped ass, before he lightly pushed Daniel to the left and rolled onto him to his side. The grey-furred boy groaned and rolled some more onto his back, and Rody was greeted to the sight of the cub's half-limp little dick, stirred somewhat by some prostate stimulation, but not completely hard, presumably due to the discomfort he'd felt from taking a cock. The wolf leant forwards and delight in the sight of him tired and spread-eagled, and he propped himself up on his elbows, resting just above him.

"How was that, kid?" Rody asked, growling playfully against Daniel's ear, and the cub squirmed beneath him and instinctively reached out to put his hands on the man's shoulders. Encouraged by his touch, Rody dipped his head and brushed his muzzle against the boy's cheek and down to his neck, and in response Daniel giggled, tickled by his fur.

"It hurt a little..." Daniel admitted. "But it felt good too...my butt's all tingly."

"Oh yeah?" Rody half-laughed, half-growled against the cub's neck and lifted himself up, lewdly brushing his crotch down against the boy's body, and he felt the cub's dick prodding his stomach. "Do you want to do it some more?"

"Will it hurt more?" Daniel asked tentatively, and Rody hummed; lying to the boy wasn't the best idea.

"It might...but the more you do it, the less it'll hurt." He assured him, and Daniel let out a hum that sounded indecisive. Rody parted his muzzle and licked across the fox's grey-furred neck in an effort to persuade him, but all it was did was make the cub laugh and squirm beneath him, writhing defiantly under his assault. That, in turn, spurred Rody on further, causing him to nip and teasingly bite at the boy's flesh, knowing it would make him laugh more. The boy's writhing and squirming was, frankly, rather alluring, and Rody began to very quickly get turned on by the sensation of the boy's half-hard cock rubbing against his stomach, reminding him of how naked they were. The wolf's refractory period was pretty short, so it didn't take much for him to get hard again, even if they were just fooling around.

Slowly, Rody leant up completely and scooted back, grabbing the boy's legs and spreading them wide as he settled in between them and unceremoniously laid his larger cock over the younger male's own, allowing him to gauge their difference in size. Rody's cock twitched eagerly atop the boy's half-limp member and eagerness surged through Rody's chest and down to his stomach when he felt that little cock stiffen under his own, Daniel's gaze fixated to the man's larger member.

Rody didn't have to say anything; he could tell from the cub's wide eyes that he was interested, and as if to tease the boy more, the wolf slowly rocked his hips and humped his amply-sized cock against the cub's own, causing the boy to quietly groan.

"You wanna take it again, little kit?" Rody asked quietly and Daniel, with his cheeks flushed, quietly and sheepishly nodded. With a lick of his lips, the wolf leant forwards and reached for one of the pillows behind the cub's head, pulling it back towards him and pushing one of Daniel's legs back with his other hand. The fox cub grunted and strained, and was forced to lift up his ass to accommodate the stretching of his limb, exposing his used ass by extension for Rody to see...but the wolf's focus was on slipping that pillow under the boy's ass, rather than lewdly staring. When it was in place, he lowered the boy back down and looked satisfied at the elevation of the boy's lower torso; he was about the right height now, or at least close enough. 

With that, Rody dragged his hands back and settled on beneath Daniel's knee, whilst the other trailed down to his cock, grasping it at the base. He smeared his cock up and down against the boy's balls and down to his taint, the thin film of fluid helping to move his movements slick and simple, and slowly yet surely he trailed the head of his cock all the way down to the cub's ass. He swirled his member around, smearing his dick against the oozing cum from the boy's hole and teasing his sore entrance, and in response Daniel squirmed, letting out a grunt of that signified how much his cute little behind ached from being fucked before. However, the expression on the fox's face made it clear he was ready. Rody shifted to get better adjusted before he started to push, and Daniel sucked in a breath as his young ring easily stretched to allow the man entry. Rody slipped into him with ease, and pushed all the way to the halfway mark before he stopped.

Their first time having sex had been fun, but Rody liked this position a lot better; he enjoyed being able to ogle and stare at the boy's slender, young figure, spread-eagled for him and him alone. The sight of his scrunched-up face, clearly trying to adjust whilst also simultaneously aching with pleasure, was a sight he'd never forget. After a few moments to allow the 9-year-old to adjust, Rody pushed further and groaned under his breath as the wet squelch of his invading cock bounced around the tiny room. Daniel whimpered beneath him in a mixture of pleasure and mild discomfort, and Rody could feel the boy's insides flex and squeeze, gripping to his member. Once more, the wolf pushed until his pelvis met with the boy's ass, and once he was settled in he leant forwards, loosening his grip from the cub's legs and propping himself up on his hands.

"Hook your legs around me," He commanded, and Daniel obeyed, hooked his legs around until his heels pressed to the man's back. "Brace yourself, okay?"

"M-Mhmm." Daniel nervously nodded, and Rody shifted his knees to adjust himself before he pulled back, hanging his head and sighing with pleasure as his cock withdrew from the boy's hole. He felt Daniel tremble beneath him, likely overstimulated and turned on by the change in position, but that only turned Rody on even more. When he'd withdrawn about halfway from the boy's ass he thrust down again, and beneath them the bed creaked heavily, bending a little under their combined weight and the force of the man's thrusts. As his cock plunged down, Daniel gasped and rolled his head back, and Rody felt those small ankles dig against his back. With a smirk, he pulled back again and fell into a rhythm.

Rody had been gentle before, but he was quite the opposite now. His movements were slow but they were hard, tugging back and pounding forwards with each ample thrust. He knew that each flush slam of his hips would have Daniel gasping and quivering, and he'd already warmed him up enough before for him to take it, of that he was sure. Alongside Daniel's pants were Rody's own lustful huffs, riddled with his laboured breathing and the lewd, wet sounds of their sex, made audible thanks to Rody's previous load.

"Oh, Daniel..." Rody murmured amidst his hard thrusts, and Daniel's gaze didn't meet his, for his face was scrunched up with a variety of emotions. "I've been wanting to do this to you for so long..."

"H-Huh?" Daniel asked between his panting huffs as Rody continued to thrust. The wolf was feeling strangely...honest.

"Mmh, yeah," He murmured. "You leave your curtains wide open in the morning...I've seen that cute little body of yours so many times...god, you're so hot. I've seen you in the pool too, in that little swimsuit of yours, taken pictures too...I have so much of it saved on my computer."

Daniel clearly didn't know how to respond to that, and chose not to at all, even-- that suited Rody just fine, who was more than focussed on his own rough thrusts, relishing that way Daniel's innards immediately spasmed each time his turgid length plunged down into him, accentuated by the kit's gentle whimpers and clenching limbs. Over time Rody's pleasure grew, until those creaking sounds of the bed beneath them became louder and louder, intermingled with their panting breaths and heavy moans. The man had to wonder how Daniel's mother might react if she caught them fucking, and the mere thought of that, for one reason or another, turned Rody on even more.

"Oh fuck...!" Rody could feel himself getting closer to his second orgasm, and it showed in the audibly growing sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of the boy's behind. Yet, to both of their surprise, Daniel shuddered and quaked against him violently, clutching to him as a sharp gasp escaped his lips. Rody couldn't tell at first what the problem was, but he soon realised when a damp warmth touched his stomach, almost too small for him to notice. He made the clear and obvious assumption that Daniel had cum, and it seemed like his hunch was on the mark, for Daniel buried his muzzle against Rody's neck and clung tightly to him, enough for his digits to grip to his shoulders, tiny claws grazing his skin. Desire surged up Rody's spine, and he knew he couldn't take it any longer-- the fact he'd made Daniel cum hands free was just so, so hot.

The combined efforts of his bucking hips and Daniel's periodically clenching innards in time with his little pre-pubescent spurts was all Rody needed to bring himself to climax. In a sweeping finale that had Rody plunging down against the boy, followed by a loud and distinctly carnal growl, the white wolf's cock throbbed powerfully inside the boy and spurted another thick, yet equally as ample load into the boy, mingling and mixing with what Daniel had already taken mere minutes ago. Rody lifted himself up and arched his back, and Daniel clung to him for a moment, trying to hold on, but couldn't find the strength. The fox flopped back onto his back as Rody rolled his head back, his arms rigid in holding himself up. Much like Daniel, however, his strength left him as he orgasmed, and his arms soon began to wobble; as the remnants of his load spurted, oozed and shot into Daniel's ass, he lowered himself down, bending his arms and unceremoniously falling onto his elbows atop the boy's slender frame. The bed creaked under the sudden force and then remained dutifully silent, as the room filled with their laboured, spent panting.

After a few moments, the man rolled, easing himself off the boy and flopping into his side before he ended up flattening the cub under his weight. He withdrew from him completely and Daniel scooted on his back, despite his lack of stamina, so that he could give Rody some room on the bed-- the wolf was still on the verge of falling out of it, but he somehow managed.

"Looks like you're enjoying it a lot more..." Rody remarked, reaching out to trail a hand down the boy's chest towards his little sticky stomach. "You even came, too."

"What does that mean?" The fox asked with a wrinkle of his snout, and his question made Rody smirk.

"I'll teach you all about it." He leant inwards and nuzzled his snout across the cub's cheek, and Daniel instinctively twisted his head away, giggling. The man's hand slowly delved down, and when his fingers brushed with the boy's crotch, the long-haired fox's laugh turned into a quiet, breathless groan.

Rody had the whole night to babysit and teach the boy all the ins and outs. He was meant to have Daniel in bed by 10pm, of course, but something told him they wouldn't get any sleep at all...



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Rody awoke the next morning groggy and tired, but quickly sobered up in a surge of panic when his senses returned to him.

They'd been fucking for hours, almost all the way through the night. Daniel was a curious boy and eager to try new things, and after the third or fourth time Rody had fucked him in the ass, the boy had grown used to being fucked and actually started to enjoy it. In his haste to make the most of the situation, Rody had nailed that tight ass in every position he could imagine, from doggy to missionary, up against the wall and on his side...Rody couldn't even remember when they'd fallen asleep. The last thing that came to mind was Daniel flopped on top of him, exhausted and sleepy, with Rody cradling his lithe, sweaty body...and when he had awoken that morning, they were still in that same position.

Rody bolted upright, but he carefully wrapped his arms around the cub on top of him and immediately turned his head to the bedside table, where a childish little clock told the time. A sigh of relief escaped him when he realised it was 6am-- he couldn't recall the details exactly when he'd first spoken to Daniel's mother, but he did remember her saying that she'd be staying at a hotel overnight and would be back in the morning, or something along those lines...or perhaps he was making it up to spare himself the embarrassment and fear. Regardless, he knew he had to get up, and he swiftly yet gently rolled on that tiny bed, his lower legs dangling off the end, so that he could place the cub down onto its surface. He cringed at how sticky the bedsheets felt but hoped that Daniel's mom wouldn't notice. He wanted to shower, but there was no time; his clothes were outside by the pool, and Daniel's mother could be home any minute.

"Mmh..." As Rody turned to get off the bed, a groan from the cub beneath him caught his attention. "Rody...?"

"Shh, little kit," Rody soothed, patting the boy's side and stroking down towards his hip. "It's still early, go to sleep."

Daniel blearily opened his eyes and blinked at Rody as the wolf straightened and rose from the bed, still in the nude. He tip-toed across the room towards the door and quickly stepped through the ajar crack, hoping that Daniel would simply stay in bed and sleep. Unbeknownst to the wolf, the cub was already getting out of bed, curious to follow him.

The wolf quickly made his way down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible as he moved through the kitchen and out the back, where he spotted his shirt and shorts on the sun-bathing seat by the pool, thankfully untouched. He grabbed them and yanked on his shirt and shorts as he turned, but he stopped mid-hop when he saw the naked fox standing at the patio door, rubbing his eyes and looking over at him.

"Daniel, w--" Rody's question was immediately halted by the sound of rattling keys from inside, which even Daniel could hear. The boy sobered up as fast as Rody had when he first awoke as the realisation hit both of them: Daniel's mother was home, and she was letting himself in.

Rody stumbled, frantically managing to force his feet into the legholes of his shorts and yanking them up as he bounded towards the patio door, ushering Daniel back inside. The young fox, his hair a mess, was frozen on the spot and didn't know what to do, but Rody thankfully had an idea-- he quickly led the boy towards the island counter as the front door swung open, and earnestly pushed him down, squeezing him into the alcove beneath the counter that sat wedged between two cabinets; it was meant to be space for a fridge that was never used, and Daniel fit in there with ease, though with some complaint. The 9-year-old quickly shut up, however, when the front door clicked shut, signalling his mother's arrival.

Rody sucked in a breath and calmed himself, quickly looking down and patting over his shirt as he heard those padding footsteps approaching, moving down the hallway towards the kitchen, and for a moment the wolf paused and looked down at Daniel, barely just able to see him beneath the counter, naked and hunched into a little ball with his legs tucked up. The man gulped as a thought crossed his mind, and his body acted before he could logically tell himself it was a bad idea. The normally level-headed and thoughtful wolf unceremoniously pulled down the zipper of his shorts and reached inside, fumbling around for his cock and pulling it through the hole, revealing it to the boy in front of him. The cool metal pricked his slowly hardening flesh thanks to the lack of underwear, but that didn't matter; what he wanted was obvious and, to his surprise and joy, Daniel instinctively leant forwards to do what he wanted, right as his mother walked through the door.

"Oh!" Daniel's mother let out a cry of surprise and jumped on the spot at the sight of Rody. "Rody. I didn't think you'd be up."

"I'm a dutiful babysitter, ma'am." Rody grinned, easily able to hide the pleasure on his face as Daniel started to nuzzle and lick the underside of his hardening cock. The situation alone easily coaxed the wolf to full mast, and he wildly twitched as the fox's muzzle trailed to the head of his cock, licking and squirming his tongue around his foreskin-- fuck, the boy was a natural. The fox's mother had no idea what was happening-- the island was tall enough to cover the entirety of Rody's lower half, giving her only the sight of his T-Shirt and upper body.

"Where's Daniel?" She asked absently as she stepped across the room, placing her handbag on the counter and turning on the spot towards the cupboards behind her, thankfully. There was a certain degree of panic that Rody felt at the situation, for if she ever rounded the counter, he'd be screwed. Beneath the counter, Daniel was already easily taking the man's turgid cock into his mouth, suckling sweetly at the end before plunging down and taking around half of it in one fell swoop. He rolled his tongue around and tasted every available inch, and Rody had to fight to keep himself quiet, his cock throbbing with delight.

"He's asleep upstairs," Rody's voice quaked ever so slightly, but she didn't notice. "It's still pretty early, and we played some Twister and other stuff, so I think he was a bit tuckered out by the time he got to bed."

"Well, as long as he's sleeping well," She hummed. "What did you feed him?"

"Just sandwiches," Rody tried not to think about how he'd blasted a fat load onto them before Daniel ate it-- he didn't need more encouragement to bust, for Daniel's slowly bobbing head was enough. "I ordered pizza for dinner...he ate it in his room though."

"...I'll let you off just this once," The wavy-haired fox woman turned and wagged her finger at him with a cheeky smile, placing what looked to be a small metal tin on the counter. "In the future, though, he should eat in the kitchen."

"Yes ma'am." Rody strained a little on the spot as Daniel took more of his cock, plunging until he'd taken about three-quarters of it-- Rody could feel the end of his cock probing the back of the boy's throat. The pleasure was immeasurable, but Rody had to keep it together. He watched as Daniel's mother popped the lid of the tin and withdrew a wad of bills, counting out a few of them and setting them aside before putting the rest back. She must have an incredible amount of trust to do that in front of Rody, and the wolf didn't make a mention of it, so as not to put her on the spot.

"Speaking of the future..." She began, turning to place to tin back in the cupboard above. "I was going to ask if you were available for today and tomorrow."

"Uh, I'm not working, why?" Rody hesitated to ask, but he already had a feeling about what she wanted. Daniel picked up speed for a moment, but quickly slowed when he realised that the effort he took in pleasing the man was beginning to grow audible, thanks to his spit and Rody's pre-cum.

"I have a few things I need to do today and tomorrow...work stuff," She waved a hand and sighed, briefly rummaging through her handbag. "I'll pay you, of course."

"Oh, sure. That's totally fine with me." Rody beamed, doing his best to hide his excitement as well as the pleasure and pressure that swelled within his loins and tightened into a firm, almost unbearable ball. He was good at holding on, however, despite the fox's fervent licking. At his agreement, Daniel's mother smiled warmly and pulled out a small purse from her handbag.

"I need you until 6 today...and then 10am until 6pm tomorrow too...I'll pay you for yesterday, plus these two days in advance," She placed the stack of bills she had withdrawn from the tin, plus extra from her purse, onto the counter. "$750. Sound good?"

"Oh, hell yeah." Rody couldn't suppress his grin; she was paying just a little over the average hourly rate for respectable babysitters-- Rody wasn't even a professional. The money didn't matter too much to him, but he did appreciate her paying out regardless, especially since it was money he was earning on days he wasn't working. He pulled the money towards him and then stuffed it into the pocket of his shorts, and with a satisfactory smile, the female fox leant back, taking her handbag again and swinging it over her shoulder. She looked down at the watch on her wrist and then gasped, briskly smoothing herself down and retreating from the island counter.

"Shit, I'm going to be late," She murmured, and Rody's eyes widened at her swearing, though he was the only one aware her son was under the table. "I've got to go. Do you need me to do anything?"

"I've got it handled, don't worry," Rody assured him, tensing a little on the spot and resisting to urge to thrust forwards into the boy's mouth. "Besides, I have your number. If I run into any trouble, I'll call you."

"Okay. Thank you," She seemed genuinely grateful and then turned, heading towards the entryway to the kitchen. "See you later! Tell Daniel I'll be home soon."

"Will do!" Rody called after her, his ears twisting and listening intently to her retreating footsteps until she reached the door. There was no jingling of keys this time, only the solemn opening and closing of that front door that, inevitably, led to a quiet silence. Rody took in a deep breath and then finally sighed, leaning back and looking down at the boy. When his gaze met Daniel's face, he relished the sight of him taking the majority of that cock, but Daniel pulled back when he realised his mother was gone. In that instant, Rody put his hand to his own cock and vigorously stroked, parting his muzzle and beginning to pant as he quickly worked that spit around his cock and jerked himself off right over the boy's face.

"Here it comes...!" He'd been holding it in for the latter half of that conversation, but now he was ready to blow. Daniel opened his mouth and looked expectantly up at Rody, and that delightful expression drove the wolf to the edge. He shuddered on the spot and bucked his hips against his pistoning hand, gritting his teeth and letting out a sigh of mixed pleasure and lust as he bust, climaxing across the cub's face. Thick strings shot across the fox's young muzzle from all angles, threatening to splatter across his eyes but, in the end, either landing across the top of his muzzle or oozing down into the boy's awaiting maw. There was only one spurt, the very first, that travelled far enough to reach Daniel's forehead. The boy quietly panted and stared wide-eyed at that twitching cock for a little while longer, and as Rody eventually pulled back he closed his mouth, huffing deeply through his nose.

"Phew..." Rody muttered. "Good boy. You heard what your mother said, didn't you?"

Daniel nodded sheepishly and reached up to brush his long hair past his shoulders as the wolf reached down, cupping the boy's chin and causing the cub to look up at him, and his half-hard cock by extension, which Rody held at the base with his other hand.

"Looks like you and I are going to have a lot more fun together over the next couple of days...but let's start with a shower, yeah?"