The possum tried to stutter that he needed to go pick his son up, because Jack would be waiting for him, but he didn't really get many words out before he lost his voice. Billy, without asking, was undressing right in front of him. And that glorious round, soft, curvy body that Remy had ached for so badly since their break-up made it hard to think, let alone talk.
"Did you miss this, you gross fat-ass?" the raccoon said, looking down his shiny nose. The arrogance in his voice meant there was no need to answer. He already knew. "I need to blow a load, and I'm feeling really charitable, so get on your knees".
Jack could wait a couple of minutes, Remy told himself. He would be there with other people. He would be fine if Remy was a little late...
But Remy didn't know a huge storm was coming. Practice had already been cancelled. His phone was buzzing, but the sound didn't really travel from his ears into his lust-addled brain. Sinking to his knees, pudgy little paws stroking Billy's magnificent body with the care and admiration he deserved, Remy wasn't thinking about much else right now.
Time slipped away. The room grew darker as storm clouds blanketed the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance, causing the walls of his house and the glass in his window to vibrate. Inside Remy's gut, guilt rumbled faintly as well.
With the taste of Billy's precum on his tongue, Remy mumbled something about Jack -- the piece of shit he knew himself to be, he couldn't even bring himself to firmly say he needed to go fetch his son before the storm hit. Billy, rightly, scoffed, gripped a hold of his head by both ears, and mashed Remy's face into his junk.
"Stop talking. I hate your voice".
The rain hit, followed by thunder and lightning. Remy's heart sunk inside his chest, but the pleasure of worshipping Billy washed away the waves of guilt. When there was a desperate little knock on the door, his ears perked up, and a bolt of relief hit him.
"Dad! I ran home! Are you here?"
The possum moved to stand up, but Billy immediately struck his face and knocked him back down onto his ass. He hit the ground with a heavy thud.
"Where the fuck are you going?"
"My... J-Jack, he's at the--"
"So?"
Remy winced. Outside, it started to hail. He heard his young son squeal through the door.
"Daddy! C'mon, let me in! The sky's really scary!"
He looked at Billy's face. It was furious, full of disdain, and impatient. And Remy hated himself.
For disappointing him. For almost wasting an incredible opportunity he didn't even deserve. He crawled forward and kissed the raccoon's nuts, and panted.
"I'm sorry, Billy".
A chubby hand stroked his hair softly. "Don't let it happen again".
Outside, there was creaking and cracking and the howl of wind. The thick blanket of rain that had turned to a pitter-patter of hail soon turned to machine-gun fire. Chunks of hail hit the house. The window. The door. His child. The sound was so loud that he almost couldn't hear the miserable sobs and wails of his son outside. But he could hear them, and he could feel Billy's penis throb even harder when they rose in panic and desperation.
"That little cunt can come inside after you make me cum", the raccoon stated bluntly.
Remy looked up at him with sad eyes, but gave a little nod, not daring to argue. Not wanting to... He knew if he messed up, he might not get another chance like this. He loved his son, but he loved Billy so much too...
Cupping Billy's fat balls with both hands, Remy pleasured the chubby stud as best as he could, slurping up and down his thick and fleshy dick. He paid no mind to his own cock, but his briefs were drenched with precum. Jack wailed desperately outside, but his voice faded against Billy's louder moans of pleasure. Clutching his chest, nibbling his lip, and sighing with satisfaction, the raccoon spoke calmly.
"I don't give a shit if that little fucker's skull gets caved in by hail, you're gonna make me cum, aren't you, Remy?"
Remy nodded obediently, not daring to pull his mouth away from Billy's penis for even a second to answer.
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