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The otter cub certainly is one wild boy.\n\nAfter a few more rushed stories lately, I spend a bit more time with this one. I hope you enjoy it.\n\nIf you liked this story, maybe... [url=https://ko-fi.com/gabrieldrake]Buy me a Ko-Fi[/url]\n\nCommissions also now available.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A teenage German Shephard babysits for a family of otters. The otter cub certainly is one wild boy.

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Commissions also now available.", "writing": "[b][center]Watching the Wild Boy[/center][/b]\n\nMarck took a deep breath, straightening his black-tipped tail. This was it. His first ever babysitting gig. He opened the door to see a sleek otter in a printed blouse and dress pants standing next to a bouncy young otter cub. The little otter's dull brown fur was slightly rumpled and he had a bit of baby fat on his frame, but he otherwise looked fit and energetic. His bright green eyes darted around curiously.\n\n\"Hello, you must be Marck,\" the otter said in a friendly but tired voice. \"I'm Dr. Eliza Riverside, Remmy's mom. Remmy, say hi to Marck.\"\n\nThe teenager nodded, a bit intimidated by the upscale house and professional parent. At a lanky 5' 10\", Marck was a bit tall for 15 but quite slim, with the typical black and tan markings of a German Shepherd. He felt gangly and out of place in the neat suburban entryway, despite the fact that he lived just a few blocks away.\n\n\"Hi,\" said the little otter shyly, eyes cast down.\n\nEliza handed over a folder of emergency numbers, instructions, and some cash for dinner. \"My husband and I should be back by 11pm. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Remmy's bedtime is at 9. Don't let him convince you otherwise, he can be quite the handful!\"\n\nMarck nodded seriously. \"I won't, Dr. Riverside. I'll take good care of him.\"\n\nAfter a few minutes of small talk, the parents departed. Marck and Remmy stood awkwardly in the foyer.\n\n\"So...\" Marck ventured. \"You like video games? I'm pretty into gaming myself.\"\n\nRemmy shrugged. \"I guess. I'd rather play outside though.\"\n\nMarck was taken aback. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone outside for fun. \"Oh, um, that's cool too. Maybe we can play a game together when it gets dark out.\"\n\n\"Mom says I have to go to bed at 9,\" Remmy pouted.\n\n\"Aw man, that's a bummer. I'll keep that in mind then.\"\n\nThe young otter stared at him expectantly. Marck realized with a start that he was totally out of his element. What did normal kids even do for fun? Feeling on thin ice, he proposed the first thing that came to mind.\n\n\"Hey, want to play hide and seek? I can count and you can hide!\"\n\nRemmy's face lit up, the last of his shyness melting away. \"Yeah! I love hide and seek!\" He tore off towards the living room with the boundless energy of a 9-year-old.\n\nMarck sighed, feeling a minor crisis had been averted. He didn't really know the first thing about kids, but hopefully he could get through the evening by drawing on his own memories of being a cub. hide and seek had been popular back then; maybe Remmy would wear himself out racing around the house and be ready to settle down. One could only hope.\n\nNow that the initial awkward meeting was over, Marck realized he had no clue what might lie in store for him in the expansive house. He never had a tour and didn't know where to even begin looking for the playful otter cub. Stupidly suggesting hide and seek now seemed like a dumb idea in hindsight, but he'd already committed to it. He finished counting down from thirty out loud and headed into the upscale living room to start searching, nervously running a hand through his fur.\n\nTaking in the refined decor, he couldn't help but notice that this house was way nicer than his own modest family home, and much bigger too. The huge widescreen TV mounted on the wall looked impossibly fancy and expensive. He started peeking behind the obvious places like couches and curtains, but quickly decided the clever cub wouldn't have hidden in such an open space. The gleaming kitchen and formal dining room also seemed too obvious for a cunning hiding spot.\n\nMaybe he would have retreated to the relative safety of his own bedroom... Marck headed up the cream carpeted stairs to the second floor. He poked his head into the first room he saw, filled with the merry sound of stuffed animals tumbling out of an overturned laundry basket onto discarded clothes. This had to be Remmy's personal domain. It was cluttered but cozy, toys and books scattered about haphazardly. Marck noted the cub seemed to have a penchant for collectible figurines which covered most available flat surfaces. He carefully checked behind the door and under the unmade bed, but no luck so far.\n\nThe master bedroom felt strictly off limits to search, so after a quick scan, he didn't linger in that private adult space. Where could that sneaky Remmy be? Marck wiped a nervous paw down his muzzle, wondering if the little troublemaker was watching him search, gleefully tickled by his bewilderment. He ventured back downstairs in search of the otter's secret hiding spot.\n\nMarck found a door leading to a spacious, clean garage, neatly organized with boxes and tools. Another door led to a finished basement, but it squeaked so loudly when he opened it that he knew it wasn't likely the cub would be hiding down there, wanting to avoid detection. Sighing, he was about to give up the fruitless search when he passed a lattice door he assumed led to a closet. Suddenly it burst open and a very naked Remmy shouted \"Boo!\" at the top of his lungs.\n\nThe young otter's green eyes sparkled with mischief as he shimmied his furry body, tiny sheath and tight balls shaking in rhythm with his gleeful laughter. The chubby cub's rudder-like tail whipped back and forth gleefully as he took advantage of the element of surprise. Then he raced past the startled, slack-jawed Marck and bounded up the stairs, leaving the teenage boy in a cloud of dust.\n\n\"Where are your clothes?\" Marck called after the retreating naked figure, his voice squeaking with incredulity. He couldn't help but notice the otter's limp sheath flopping between his legs as he scampered away. All he heard in response was a lilting, \"Clothes can’t hold me. I'm a wildboy!\" followed by more carefree giggles echoing down from the second floor.\n\nMarck grabbed the pile of the kid's clothes left strewn carelessly on the closet floor and followed the “wild boy” up the stairs at a slower pace, thoroughly exasperated by this point. This kid was definitely a handful, he thought.\n\nIt had been easy to spot which room must belong to Remmy. A hand-drawn, child's depiction of a smiley otter wearing sunglasses, along with the boy's name written in wobbly block letters, was a dead giveaway. Marck quirked a smile at the endearing artwork.\n\nRemmy stood poised in the center of his messy room, dark fur slightly damp with sweat and green eyes flashing with the thrill of the chase. He looked ready to bolt out the door as soon as Marck entered. \"You can't catch me! I'm a wild boy!\" came the gleeful shout just before the naughty otter launched himself to try and race past the older boy.\n\nUsing his longer legs to advantage, Marck lunged and jumped in front of the giggling cub, successfully cutting off his escape route. Remmy barreled right into him, the soft thud of their impact echoing in the small space as they tumbled to the floor. Marck reached out and grabbed the thrashing otter cub around the waist to hold him steady. Remmy started screeching maniacally, bucking and flailing like a wild creature caught in a trap. Unsure of what else to do, flustered Marck improvised and went with his instincts. He started tickling the wriggling naked cub all around his squishy belly and sides, hoping it would help diffuse the situation.\n\n\"No,\" the little imp cried defiantly, even as his body betrayed him. \"I'm not ticklish!\" But his helpless squirming and involuntary bellowing laughter was clear evidence that he was, in fact, lying. Marck let his bigger paws roam over the little cub's bare belly, seeking out more ticklish spots to exploit as he tried to wear down the wild child's boundless energy.\n\nAt one point, his questing digits accidentally brushed over the cub's tiny sheath, startling them both. Marck blushed bright red and Remmy nearly slipped out of his grasp in that momentary distraction, but the older boy regained his hold.\n\nSoon Marck zeroed in on the cub's most sensitive weak points: the ticklish hollows of his underarms. Remmy was left breathless and gasping as he was reduced to a giggling, twitching heap pinned over the taller boy's lap. His rudder-like tail banged haphazardly against Marck's thighs as the cub lost all control of his flailing legs, collapsing onto Marck's midsection with a solid thump.\n\nDespite his best efforts, Marck couldn't help but notice how admittedly cute Remmy's jiggling sheath and tiny balls were, especially as his position afforded an unobstructed view of them. Each frantic squirm made the delicate bits bounce and jiggle most endearingly, capturing Marck's reluctant attention. He tried to ignore the alluring sight, focusing on his mission to tire out the hyperactive wild boy. \n\nTickling without mercy, Marck couldn't help but let out a deep, near-manic chuckle, thinking maybe after this extended, silly wrestling match, he might finally wear down his mischievous charge at last. He ignored the cub's escalating pleas of \"Stop, please!\" He knew if he let up his assault, he'd likely be left chasing the nude wild otter all over the house again. So he kept going relentlessly.\n\nHe didn't even stop when the otter cub whined piteously, \"I'm gonna pee!\" In hindsight, he probably should have heeded that warning, but Marck didn't want to give up the upper hand for anything. He was just about to demand a promise from Remmy to put his clothes back on, when the desperate otter let out a startled gasp. Before Marck could react, a stream of pale yellow urine shot out from the cub's exposed sheath with surprising force.\n\nThe warm spray hit Marck full in the face without warning, startling him into ceasing his tickle attack and wiping frantically at his eyes. With his mouth open in shock, some of the acrid liquid landed on his tongue before he could think to close it. His mind reeled as he unintentionally tasted the bitter flavor of the young otter's urine, offset by an unexpected warm, buttery undertone that lingered on his tongue. He should have been pissed off at getting pissed on, but to his own surprise, Marck instead felt his confusing arousal growing at the dirty, taboo act he had inadvertently instigated.\n\nHe didn't know what to do or say as Remmy continued his uncontrollable stream of boy piss, soaking Marck's neck and chest. The urine pooled in the older teen's collarbone, the air filling with the sharp ammonia scent of it. The stream eventually died down to a trickle just as quickly as it had begun, leaving Remmy's limp sheath to droop as the cub slumped over. Marck sputtered and choked, spitting out the piss that had gotten into his mouth, but found himself swallowing at least some of it with a grimace before he could stop himself.\n\nHe glanced down to see Remmy's rudder-like tail now pressing firmly against the unmistakable hardness tenting the front of his shorts, his face flush with shame. Feeling the cub's frightened gaze on him, Marck realized with a start that Remmy must have mistaken his tense silence for angry disapproval.\n\nSure enough, the wild otter cub began to whimper brokenly, \"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Don't tell Mommy I had an accident!\" It only took a moment for the formerly wild boy to transform into a scared, sniffling cub, compromising Marck's already precarious moral high ground.\n\nHis natural instincts to comfort the distressed youngster warred with his aroused confusion, but in the end Marck found himself reaching out and rubbing Remmy's shoulder tentatively, trying to calm him. \"It's no big deal, buddy,\" he reassured him in as calm a voice as he could muster. \"I'm fine. No one got hurt.\"\n\nHe gazed into the cub's wide green eyes welling with tears, he turned his comforting paw on the boy's soft otter head. But the cub remained poised on the verge of a tearful meltdown, sniveling anxiously.\n\nOn impulse, feeling the cub's tail pressing against his erection, Marck let out an admission he never thought he'd say. \"I kind of...liked it,\" he confessed awkwardly, cheeks burning crimson. The risky admission seemed to shock Remmy out of his escalating meltdown, startled eyes going round as he blinked back tears. The older teen couldn't hide how his body had reacted to the taboo act and the wet, warm evidence visible on his shirt and soaking down into the waist of his shorts. \n\nThe room fell into an oddly charged silence as they stood frozen in the aftermath of poor choices, both shocked by the direction their innocent game had taken them. He didn't know what to expect from the cub now, feeling wholly unprepared for this strange turn of events. \n\n\"How about you let me up?\" Marck suggested gruffly, trying to subtly adjust his erection. His body ached to thrust and hump against the otter cub's unknowingly stimulating tail, but he fought to suppress his urges.\n\nRemmy seemed to belatedly realize that he was preventing Marck from standing, and rolled compliantly to the side with a snort. The taller teen used the distraction to discreetly adjust his shorts, hoping the cub wouldn't notice his embarrassing erection.\n\nAs they stood facing each other moments later, Marck couldn't help but notice the significant size differences between them. The smaller otter cub was not exactly slim or muscled, but had the rounded, pudgy look of an energetic child. His dark head only came up to just past Marck's toned belly. The wet t-shirt molded to the teen's chest made Marck look slimmer and more muscular by comparison, highlighting his age advantage.\n\nTrying to regain some semblance of control over the situation, Marck tugged the hem of the damp, urine-soaked shirt up and moved to pull it over his head as he said, \"I need to get out of these wet clothes.\" He meant to ask Remmy to show him where the bathroom was, but when the wet cloth clung to his face, he found his nose filled with the alluring, musky scent of boy piss once again.\n\nWithout fully understanding why, he actually let the fabric linger over his face a few seconds longer than necessary, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent that now coated his tongue, lips, and nose. What had gotten into him? The unique, tangy scent of Remmy's urine was driving him to the edge of reason and he felt another insistent throb pulse through his trapped erection.\n\nSlightly dazed, Marck finished pulling the wet shirt over his head, only to look down and find that Remmy was watching him intently, noting a glazed, unfocused look in his eyes. The small otter cub was reaching out his paws towards Marck in a silent offering of assistance.\n\nDid the perceptive cub realize what had just happened, how his scent had affected Marck so intensely? Unsure, but hoping to regain lost ground, Marck paused, waiting to see what the cub would do next. Remmy seemed to understand that Marck needed help out of his damp clothes, probably intending to offer an apology this way for his earlier accident. The older teen hesitated, breathing heavily, aware of how precarious and loaded with temptation this situation was rapidly becoming.\n\nHe should have stopped the cub, but his words were lost in the fog of pheromones clouding his brain, and his trembling paws were still tangled in the wet fabric. Remmy's small paws also shook slightly with nervousness as they sought to unbutton Marck's damp shorts. One of the cub's curious paws accidentally grazed the straining bulge of the older teen's fabric-covered erection, and Marck let out a soft, startled gasp. Nobody had touched him there since he was a cub and needed help washing down there, he thought hazily.\n\nRemmy, for his part, seemed a bit confused by the firm cylindrical shape pressing against the front of his boxers, looking down at it quizzically with a tilted head. Before Marck could gather his wits and stop him, the button of the shorts popped open and the wet fabric drooped heavily to puddle on the floor around his ankles.\n\nIf the young otter cub had been curious about the hard shape in Marck's shorts, he was now utterly perplexed by the prominent bulge that appeared before him in the older teen's tight white cotton briefs. Marck's thick shaft was angled upwards and strongly to the left, straining against the clinging material. The red color of his cock and the veins along its length were clearly visible through the damp, translucent fabric, nestled in a thatch of dark fur. A wet spot of precum had soaked through the cotton.\n\n\"Um,\" Marck hesitated, cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. \"I can probably take it from here, buddy,\" he offered awkwardly, starting to tug the clingy briefs around his hips. He knew he couldn't hide his near nudity, but hoped to regain some modicum of control over the situation.\n\nAt the same time, Remmy was gaping openly at the sight of Marck's tented underwear, blinking rapidly. \"Is that your pee-pee?\" he asked Marck with innocent awe, pointing at the straining bulge.\n\n\"I- It's just…,\" the flustered teenager stammered, averting his gaze as he tried futilely to cover himself as he stepped out of his sodden shorts. \"I, uh, get erections sometimes... It's normal for boys my age...\" he tried to explain, but his words came out garbled and unconvincing, laced with guilt. He wasn't sure if Remmy even understood what he was saying in his flustered state, but knew he was in dangerous territory.\n\"It's really big,\" the boy commented, seeming not to grasp the gravity or potential danger of the situation they found themselves in as he stared at the prominent bulge. \"Can I see it?\" The whimpering cub of a few minutes ago was completely gone, replaced once more by the mischievous, wilder side peeking out.\n\nMarck hesitated, chest heaving with tension, feeling backed into an indecent corner, especially as Remmy's paws started to come up by reflex towards the straining bulge. \"I don't think you should... My shorts shouldn't even be off in front of you,\" he said uncomfortably, taking a step back away from the approaching otter, struggling with himself.\n\n\"Come on,\" Remmy whined, a look of wide-eyed curiosity being replaced once more with a sly grin, ready to face a challenge. \"You can already see mine.\" He wagged his hips, causing his little sheath to bounce enticingly from side to side, giggling. \"I won't tell if you don't tell I peed myself.\"\n\n\"I'll just go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and we can forget all about it,\" Marck suggested weakly, brain fumbling for an escape. But his hard-on ached to be touched again, the tip leaking steadily, and it hadn't sagged a bit. If anything, it was straining even harder against the damp cotton, twitching with interest.\n\n\"I'll let you pee on me if I can see it,\" Remmy bargained, looking up at Marck with a conniving, mischievous grin. \"Then we'll be even.\"\n\nMarck's trapped cock lurched painfully at the shocking thought of pissing directly on the wild otter cub, his mind reeling with the forbidden image. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him? He told himself he was losing his mind, even as he started to think he could maybe get away with it. The cub was clearly interested and willing, seemingly oblivious to the true extent of what he was suggesting.\n\nHe nodded, so subtly that he could have played it off as nothing if the cub had suddenly backed down or changed his mind. Maybe Remmy was just trying to trap him somehow, to test him. But the little otter practically shouted with joyful triumph instead, clearly taking it as consent.\n\nThe Questing paws of the cub let go of their target and encircled Marck's free hand, tugging him forward with surprising strength. \"We can use my bathroom!\" Remmy insisted excitedly, leading the way out into the hallway.\n\nMarck found himself pulled along into a small bathroom clearly used only by Remmy. It was a bit disorganized, but relatively clean, with scattered bath toys and towels. A large shower/tub combo sat across from the toilet and sink, the white tile gleaming. Without hesitating, Remmy hopped into the dry tub and turned back to face Marck expectantly, as if waiting for him to follow.\n\n\"So we don't make a mess,\" he offered by way of explanation, bouncing on his toes.\n\nMarck hesitated in the doorway, looking down at the waiting, eager cub inside the tub. Remmy was clearly excited. A little pink tip of his dick was even poking out of his sheath, but he didn't seem to notice it himself. Marck felt another pang of guilt, knowing this was so very wrong, but the thrill was undeniable. \"Are you sure?\" he asked the cub one more time, giving him a chance to back down before things went any further, heart pounding.\n\n\"Come on, already,\" Remmy pleaded, holding his paws open out to the sides, making himself a little target. \"It's fair, I peed on you after all.\" His bright green gaze had already returned back to the bulge in Marck's briefs, as if mesmerized.\n\nTaking a deep breath, Marck stepped into the tub, still holding his wet tee shirt. He was trying to decide what to do with it when an idea struck him. \"First, smell it,\" Marck ordered, tossing the wet fabric to the waiting cub. \"So you'll know what you'll be smelling like when I'm done.\" His confidence was growing, taking charge of the situation as the nerves fell away, replaced with dark anticipation.\n\nRemmy gave him a wry smile and tentatively sniffed at the wet shirt, wrinkling his nose. \"Is that what my pee smells like?\" he asked, sounding surprised. \"It kinda smells good.\" The cub took another, bigger whiff, eyes fluttering shut as he savored the scent of his own urine.\n\nMarck's paws shook slightly as he edged his claws under the waistband of his clinging briefs and slowly shoved them down over his thighs. His rigid erection was trapped against the damp cotton, pointing downwards, as more and more of the dark red shaft was exposed to the air. Remmy's curious green eyes darted back to his cock greedily, and the damp t-shirt slipped from his loose paws to land with a wet smack against the floor of the tub.\n\nFinally, after seeming like forever, the tip of Marck's cock was free. His long shaft bounced upwards and was now pointing directly at the young otter cub who waited breathlessly, as if seeking its target. The cub's mouth fell open, saucer-wide eyes locked on Marck's throbbing manhood as it twitched in the open air, but the naive youngster didn't back away or demand they stop. Instead, Remmy looked up at the teenage shepherd trustingly. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the air tense with overwhelming possibilities.\n\nSteeling himself, Marck reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock, wrapping his paw around the unformed knot. He looked at Remmy one more time, silently asking if they were really going to do this. The cub nodded eagerly, holding his breath, making no move to stop him. With a heavy swallow, Marck angled his straining cock downwards towards the sensitive young otter, praying this wouldn't come back to haunt them. He couldn't turn back now, no matter how wrong it was.\n\nAs the anticipation built, Marck took a few slow, deep breaths to fully relax his bladder and prepare himself. Pissing while maintaining a hard-on was proving to be more challenging than he anticipated, but Remmy's bold, waiting form before him drove him forward relentlessly. Finally, after several tense moments, he felt the familiar, hot pressure build and his piss coursed up his twitching shaft rapidly. With a soft gasp, a dense stream shot out, splashing directly against Remmy's exposed, fur-covered chest and dripping down to his soft belly. The cub's open mouth gaped in shock and amazement as he found himself doused unexpectedly like that.\n\nWanting to ensure he thoroughly enjoyed the experience he had instigated, Marck flexed his inner muscles and altered the angle of his straining cock, making the powerful stream arc upwards and rain down over the young otter's face. It splattered against his whiskers, closed eyelids, and quivering snout, running in rivulets down to collect in his ears. Despite the taboo nature of it, Remmy seemed to revel in the forbidden golden shower, limbs trembling slightly with excitement as he kept his eyes shut against the deluge.\n\nTo Marck's mounting shock and arousal, the daring cub didn't turn away or try to avoid the warm, acrid liquid as it coated his fur, raking it into spiky clumps. Sure enough, the bold little otter seemed to be savoring and enjoying every salacious second of this depraved act, much to Marck's disbelief. As the piss continued to gush forth from him, splattering against Remmy's small, pink nose and lips, Marck couldn't help but notice the impressive change in the state of the cub's penis.\n\nFlushed with excitement and recreational exposure, Remmy's small dicklet hardened to its full, if modest, two inches of girth. It was slightly conical in shape, being thicker at the base where it sprouted from his fuzzy sheath, before tapering gradually to a smooth, round tip, embellished with a solitary bead of moisture. Marck felt his heart skip a beat, breathing heavily through his mouth as he gazed upon the wanton sight of Remmy's exposed, dripping wet privates. The lewd display was too much, but he couldn't make himself pull away or stop the flow now.\n\nAs Marck began to run dry, he struggled to maintain the last vestiges of his stream. His heavy breathing sounded loud in the tiled room as he felt his bladder finally empty itself in several erratic bursts, the heat cooling rapidly on his sensitive, damp shaft. To his amazement, the curious otter cub leaned in closer unconsciously, effectively keeping his maw directly in the trickle of piss dripping from Marck's twitching cock.\n\nThe younger boy brought his sniffing nose even closer to the now-wet tip of Marck's sheath, appearing to savor the musky scent as his jawbone worked anxiously. With a few final spasmodic spurts, the last of the thick, steamy fluid oozed out and drizzled down the side of the cub's muzzle, the air crackling with barely contained excitement.\n\n\"You liked that, didn't you?\" Marck ventured daringly, already well aware of the answer based on the cub's up-close-and-personal reaction to his cock.\n\n\"That was so fun,\" Remmy replied dreamily, his half-lidded green eyes fluttering open a crack to admire the glistening, red cock merely inches from his smiling face.\n\nUsing the hand not currently gripping the base of his erection, Marck reached out tentatively and brushed a few droplets of piss from the fur on Remmy's cheek with his thumb. He didn't want to force the cub or make him uncomfortable, but the sight of his own piss dripping from the young otter's whiskers was more intoxicating than he could have anticipated.\n\nThe teenage shepherd leaned in slightly, emboldened by Remmy's apparent interest in his cock. The warm, slippery tip brushed lightly against the soft fur on the cub's muzzle, leaving a thin trail of wetness behind.\n\nRemmy's plump, otter lips quivered and opened slightly, eliciting an involuntary shudder from Marck as the cub's hot breath ghosted over his willing erection. Meeting the older boy's swirling, lust-drunk eyes with an unspoken question, Remmy hesitated only a heartbeat before Marck nodded solemnly, giving him tacit permission and approval.\n\nThe little wild otter's maw parted, his small pink tongue darting out to slobber and groom around that twitching, red cock-head now inches from his needy mouth. Unable to stop himself, Marck let out a soft, strangled moan, hips twitching forward instinctively. The swollen tip of his canine cock slipped past Remmy's lips and teeth, sinking into the wet, musky heat of his eager mouth. The room suddenly filled with the lewd slick sounds of a cub taking the first reluctant inches of a teenage cock.\n\n\"Make sure you clean my cock, wild boy,\" Marck groaned gutturally, as the pleasurable sensations of wet heat and pressure drove him wild. \"Don't leave a drop of piss on it.\" He tangled his fingers in the damp fur on Remmy's head, guiding his smaller companion to lavishly lap and suckle at his twitching cockhead, slowly working his way downwards with bobbing enthusiasm.\n\nTo Marck's shock and amazement, the precocious little otter locked eyes with him as he set to work with surprising vigour and skill, nursing and worshipping at Marck's piss-soaked erection like a pro. Despite his youth, the cub seemed to instinctively know exactly what to do to bring Marck the most pleasure possible. The younger male wasn't just holding Marck's cock in his maw passively, he was actively licking and sucking, slurping obscenely as he lavished attention on every throbbing inch.\n\nAt a little over six inches in length, Marck expected his mawful of cock to be too much for the small cub to handle, but Remmy proved him wrong as he took him into his mouth right down to the hilt, the pert, pink tip of his nose nuzzling up against Marck's flat, furred stomach. He couldn't have asked for a more enthusiastic or talented first blowjob than what this eager cub was giving him so freely.\n\nMarck groaned lewdly, encouraging him, \"Keep going, buddy. That feels so fucking good.\" He felt his knot starting to swell and form at the base of his pulsating cock, making his erection even thicker and longer, stretching the young otter's maw to accommodate the growing girth.\n\nRemmy seemed to sense the shift in Marck's body, and unconsciously prepared himself for what was to come next. He reached out with his dark brown paws and gripped Marck's trim hips firmly, then slid back to grasp the toned globes of the older boy's ass, using it as leverage to plunge down even deeper on the canine's impressive cock.\n\nAs Marck felt the tip of his cock breach the tight, spasming ring of muscles guarding the cub's naive throat, he let out a wanton growl of satisfaction. “Fuck!” He was rapidly approaching his much needed release, no longer able to hold back the building tide of ecstasy.\n\n\"Here it comes, Remmy,\" Marck grunted gutturally, his hips now thrusting and pistoning wildly of their own accord, fucking down the young otter's tight, convulsing throat. The cub's eyes slammed shut, his face scrunching up adorably as if in anticipation of the impending eruption Marck was preparing to unleash inside his willing, working maw.\n\nAnd then, with a loud, ecstatic groan, it finally happened. Marck's balls clenched tight to his body, and with an explosive shudder, the first hot, thick string of milky canine semen shot out from his bouncing cock-head and splattered directly against the back of Remmy's spasming throat. The helpless cub let out a soft, muffled keen as he struggled to swallow around the invading cock, body vibrating with overwhelmed nerves.\n\nAgain and again, Marck's shaft bucked and pulsed, each time filling Remmy's maw with another creamy shot of cum, until the young otter was forced to pull back slightly, using his exploring tongue to capture each ejaculation and then swallow it down with practiced gulps that belied his tender age and inexperience.\n\nAs Marck's knot swelled even larger, aching for a tie and he held it firmly and ground his hips against Remmy's snout, thrusting shallowly into his fluttering throat to prolong the blissful sensation of release as much as possible. He couldn't believe how amazing and joyful his first sexual experience felt, or how enthusiastically this wild young cub had thrown himself into it, submitting so willingly to his desires.\n\nFeeling bold and adventurous, Marck watched in amazement as Remmy reached down with one paw and started to rapidly stroke and rub at his own erect little two-inch dicklet, clearly seeking his own release. The small chubby cub shuddered and shook all over, his pink hardness throbbing rhythmically in time with Marck's continued pumping into his stretched maw. After only a few seconds of desperate attention, Remmy let out a soft, high-pitched whine and started to shudder, his small body bowed taut with intense pleasure as his cock throbbed rhythmically trying to shoot out his own cum but nothing came out, his budding climax mirroring Marck's own.\n\nSeeing the satisfied, spent Remmy slump back against the tub wall only served to further inflame Marck's growing second wind, even as the last dregs of his climax oozed from his twitching cock-head. Wanting to prolong the delicious, depraved act for as long as possible, Marck pulled back carefully, leaving just the slippery red tip of his erupting cock nestled inside the panting cub's slackened jaws, his hind legs trembling slightly.\n\nWith a final spurt, the last remnants of Marck's puppy batter dribbled out and coated Remmy's pink tongue and teeth, dribbling strands of thick seed connecting them. The cub even held his maw open showing how the fluid pooled around his writhing tongue. \"Swallow it,\" Marck growled, his voice gravelly and commanding in his own ringing ears, even as his racing heart thudded dully in his chest.\n\nWithout a word of protest or hesitation, the spent young otter did as he was told and obediently clamped his saliva-wet jaw shut, swallowing noisily once, then twice, before tilting his head back and opening his spooge-spackled maw to show off the fact that he had swallowed every last bit of Marck's cum. His small tongue darted out to gather any remaining drops from his whiskers as the older, panting boy stared down at him possessively.\n\n\"You certainly are a wild boy,\" Marck rasped appreciatively, as he reached down to grab Remmy's shoulder, unsteadily pulling them in a loose embrace within the confines of the bathtub. His black claws scraped against the damp porcelain as Remmy nuzzled into the soft, damp fur on his heaving belly, both boys panting hotly with the last shreds of their lingering lust. \"That was incredible,\" Marck whispered, bending and pressing his snout against the back of Remmy's wet head, feeling the thrum of energy still coursing between them, the room feeling strangely heavy and drugged with the afterglow of their illicit tryst.\n\nAfter a few quiet minutes of catching their breaths, the charged atmosphere between them gradually shifted back to something resembling their original babysitter-and-ward dynamic. Though, he suspected nothing would ever be quite the same again. Marck reached over to turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature carefully before guiding Remmy under the warm spray. As they began washing away the evidence of their taboo encounter, Marck couldn't shake the nagging thought that the cub seemed... practiced. Far too skilled for someone his age.\n\nWorking shampoo into Remmy's piss-stained belly fur, Marck hesitated before broaching the delicate subject. \"So... that wasn't your first time...\" He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say the “sucking cock.” The words were too crude to say aloud. Instead, he settled on a softer phrasing: \"...with another boy?\" He kept his tone casual, as if discussing the weather rather than the cub's sexual history.\n\nTo his surprise, Remmy lit up with unrestrained enthusiasm, his whiskers twitching excitedly as he blurted out, \"I sucked a pee-pee before! It's fun. I love it!\" He beamed up at Marck as if he'd been waiting his whole life for someone to ask him about this very topic. \"It makes me feel all warm inside and gives me my tingles,\" he added with a dreamy sigh, wiggling his hips slightly at the memory.\n\nMarck froze, soapy paws still buried in the cub's fur, as the implications sank in. His mind raced with questions. Who else had this precocious little otter been with? How many times? Had it been another cub, or... someone older? But before he could press further, Remmy cheerfully turned the tables, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. \"Was that your first time getting your pee-pee sucked?\" The innocent question, delivered with such genuine curiosity, made Marck's ears burn with embarrassment despite everything they'd just done together.\n\nHe did his best to play it off casually. \"Well, not with anyone so young,\" he muttered, as he rinsed away the lather in the cub's damp fur, hoping that his answer wouldn't lead to more invasive or difficult questions. He wanted to come across as more experienced and worldly than he really was. Truthfully, he spent more time lost in PC games than daydreaming about romance or experimenting with his peers. He wasn't even sure if he was gay or bi, or just curious and lonely.\n\n\"I usually do it with someone older too!\" The cub blurted out that damning admission in a rush, ears immediately folding tight against his head as if just realizing that he was giving away far too much private information. Remmy clearly had more secrets than he was comfortable with, but that only made Marck more curious.\n\nTaking a deep breath to steady himself, Marck frowned and ran his soapy paws over the cub's round ears, rubbing gently. \"It's okay, buddy. Your secrets are safe with me,\" he promised with a reassuring nod, speaking softly into the damp fur of Remmy's head.\n\nAfter a hesitant pause, Marck decided to share his own vulnerable truth in exchange, hoping it would help put the younger boy at ease. \"You know... you were actually the first to suck me,\" he admitted, cheeks heating slightly under the layer of suds now covering his shoulders and head as well.\n\nSharing that mutual secret seemed to help ease the tension between them, as Remmy visibly relaxed his shoulders, working up more lather in his small paws to scrub at Marck's abundant fur. The cub reached up and began to gently lather the dense, dark pelt on Marck's firm belly, taking special care to thoroughly clean him. The affectionate grooming helped to deepen their bond, and for a brief moment, the world felt steady and right.\n\n\"I suck my uncle whenever he comes to visit,\" Remmy whispered shyly, his voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water. \"But he's not as big as you,\" he added, as if to prove that Marck was special and noteworthy, glancing sidelong to gauge his reaction. As if to punctuate his words, Remmy brought his slick paw to rest on Marck's clean sheath, rubbing the shampoo into the soft black fur, fingers dancing dangerously close to his sensitive red cock-head threatening to poke back out of his sheath.\n\nMarck chuckled warmly, sensing that Remmy was trying to change the subject but he decided to steer them away from anything too heavy or fraught with meaning. Grasping the cub's slippery paw, he teasingly batted it away from his increasingly interested sheath with a wink. \"Not so fast, wild boy. How about we order a pizza and play a little Fortnite instead, huh?\" The older teen proposed, already regaining his composure and casual demeanor.\n\nRemmy pouted slightly, hands reaching to pull the plug on their brief interlude, but his eyes brightened with excitement at the mention of a fun video game night. \"Pepperoni?!\" he asked eagerly, bouncing on his toes, remnants of their heated encounter all but forgotten.\n\n\"You got it, buddy,\" Marck confirmed, tousling the wet head affectionately as they exited the shower to dry off. As much as he could have been content to continue fooling around with the precocious younger cub, Marck also wanted to make sure that their relationship wasn't solely based on this strange, overwhelming physical attraction they had stumbled into. Hopefully, this fun, low-key evening of gaming and junk food would be the perfect way to build those bonds and connections with Remmy, helping to solidify and ease their transition back into a more traditional babysitter-and-cub dynamic.\n\nHaving firmly shut the door on their taboo encounter and with plans to deposit his damp clothes in the washer to be cleaned, Marck ushered Remmy off to get dressed with promises to join him soon for some gaming. He hadn't thought far enough ahead to realize that he had no other clothes to change into, which meant roaming the Riverside home stark naked felt oddly liberating and exciting, reminding him of the wild tone set during their tryst. But rather than complain about the wearing clothes while Marck got to be naked, Remmy had taken the opportunity to stay bottomless himself for the evening in solidarity, so as \"not to make Marck feel uncomfortable.\"\n\nWhen the pizza delivery arrived nearly an hour later, Marck shut down the game and sent an eager Remmy to answer the door while his own clothes whirled around in the drier. \"Dare you not to wear pants,\" he challenged the smaller cub playfully, fully intending to tease and embarrass the cub a bit.\n\nMarck watched from around the corner, chuckling silently into his hand as the young otter answered the door wearing nothing but a Bluey t-shirt that barely covered his boy bits, leaving little to the imagination of the high school aged delivery driver. The shirt hem accidentally rode up tantalizingly high as Remmy awkwardly reached out for the pizza box, unwittingly giving the poor unsuspecting driver an eyeful of the cub's sheathed member. Remmy blushed and stammered \"keep the change,\" at the teenager, slamming the door hastily behind him as he scurried back to the living room with their dinner, cheeks flaming with mortified shame.\n\n\"Do you think he saw?\" Remmy asked, furrowing his brow as he set the pizza box down on the coffee table for them to enjoy, a blush still staining his cheeks.\n\nMarck finally let loose a loud, raucous guffaw, no longer able to contain his mirth now that they were alone again. \"I don't think he expected that! I think he's on the football team at my school, a proper straight jock type for sure,\" he managed to gasp out between gales of laughter, bending over to rest his hands on his knees, wheezing slightly as he tried to catch his breath. \"But good for you, wild boy. You definitely gave him a story to tell his buddies later tonight.\"\n\nRemmy just stuck out his tongue and crossed his arms defiantly at Marck's playful teasing, but the younger boy's cheeks only flushed brighter, betraying how secretly pleased he was with himself at his daring behavior. They spent the next few minutes gobbling down the pizza like only growing boys could, a comfortable silence settling between them punctuated by laughter and occasional moans of delight over a particularly tasty slice.\n\n\"You know,\" Remmy said after devouring the last piece, licking his paws and muzzle clean of grease and crumbs, \"I kinda hoped he wanted to see me naked. The pizza guy, I mean.\" The bold young cub shrugged nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the memory of the brave risk he had taken.\n\nMarck rolled his eyes, grinning cheekily as he reached over to tousle the bristly fur on the cub's head. \"Well, you should've pretended to drop the cash and then turned to pick it up,\" he said, chiding the adventurous otter playfully. \"Then he would have gotten a good, long look at your cute little butt.\"\n\nAt that suggestion to trick the delivery guy into seeing his butt, Remmy's whole face flushed a fiery shade of red, and he snorted loudly, blushing furiously and looking tickled by the mere idea. \"You think my butt is cute?\" he asked softly, sounding unsure but secretly pleased by the older boy's assessment.\n\nMarck smirked, leaning back casually on the couch as he pointed to a spot on the floor a few paces away. \"Isn't that a twenty-dollar bill I see over there by the couch?\" he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. \"Better pick it up for me, Remmy.\"\n\nThe little otter cub glanced down, seeing nothing on the floor but belatedly understanding the dare. Taking a deep breath, he trotted over to the spot and made a show of walking towards the imaginary money, before turning to look over his furry shoulder at Marck with a mischievous wink. Then, with a saucy grin, Remmy bent at the waist as if to retrieve the non-existent bill and effectively mooned Marck with his raised rudder tail.\n\nThe teen's eyes roamed appreciatively over the smooth, round curves bouncing before him. \"Definitely the cutest butt I've ever seen,\" Marck murmured, cheeks warming not with embarrassment, but with pleasure at the arousing sight. The cub had a pert, curvy backside that would make a porn star jealous, and his sheath was plumping up again at the teasing display.\n\nNot to be outdone, Remmy took his impromptu striptease one step further and reached back with one furry paw, smacking his own rear playfully. Then, before Marck could murmur a word of protest or encouragement, the daring little cub pried open one dimply cheek giving the older boy a clear, unobstructed view of his delicate pink tail star and little furry sack dangling limply beneath it. The air suddenly felt thick and heavy with promise as it was charged with budding desire all over again.\n\nFeeling his erection swell and lengthen, Marck stepped up behind the naughty, bent-over little cub, his sheath throbbing at the sight and promise of what he might one day do with that delectable, untouched rear view. Gently pressing his paws against Remmy's backside, the older boy nudged the cub to fall face-first against the couch cushions, his nose coming ever closer to that perfect pink pucker hidden between the squishy cheeks.\n\nMarck breathed deeply, savoring the clean scent of shampoo mingling with the heady, musky aroma of a young male body radiating from beneath the otter's tail fur. His arousal spiked higher, and he felt a bead of precum form and dribble down his length as his face came to rest directly behind and between Remmy's dimpled, jiggling ass.\n\nHis hot breath played over the tight pink pucker, making it wink and flutter invitingly, teasing them both. Remmy whimpered softly, but didn't pull away or protest.\n\n\"What are you...,\" Remmy began tentatively, but his words cut off as Marck carefully dragged the tip of his warm, wet tongue over the sweet-smelling, delicate rosebud nestled in the cub's fuzzy crack for the first time, licking from the bottom to the top in a smooth, sensual motion that made his sheath twitch with desire. Remmy gasped, and his little moan of shocked pleasure wafted back to Marck's ears, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins.\n\nThe boy kneading the couch cushions whimpered, bucking his bottom back at Marck's face subconsciously, wordlessly begging for more. The teenage shepherd obliged by swirling his tongue around the tight hole, loving the way it clenched and relaxed.\n\nHe paused just long enough to ask breathlessly, \"You like that?\" as he pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against Remmy's pink, fluttering rim once more, not quite penetrating, but certainly making his intentions known. But if Remmy managed to form a coherent response, the words were lost amidst his loud panting and needy sounding moans that echoed throughout the otherwise quiet living room, bouncing off the walls and seeming to urge Marck on.\n\nAll that mattered was Remmy's clear and enthusiastic enjoyment of the tongue fucking he was receiving, as evidenced by the way the young cub shamelessly pushed his bottom back towards Marck's questing muzzle, a silent invitation for the older teen to delve even deeper.\n\nFlush with arousal and determination, Marck slowly began to push his eager, slippery tongue into the tight opening, feeling the soft heat give way and welcome him as he dug in for a first taste of the otter's most secret recesses. Inching further in, he discovered a previously unexplored and intoxicating world of pleasure nestled within that quivering ring of muscle.\n\nWith his free paw, Marck reached up to cradle the immature, fuzzy little nutsack that lay beneath the cub's belly, gently cupping and kneading the tender downy fur as he worked his tongue in deeper, now roughly halfway buried in the young boy's body, pleasuring him like never before. He could feel the cub's small, hard penis pressing against the back of his hand as he fondled the tiny ball sac, dick twitching excitedly.\n\nWithout thinking, Marck idly compared the size of that small, pink member to the size and weight of the balls in his palm. The realization that this was the first dick he had ever touched other than his own left him feeling dazed and intoxicated by the heady sense of forbidden excitement. He vaguely wondered if he even ever remembered touching his tiny pink dick like this when he was just a cub himself, not all that long ago.\n\nDespite his best efforts, Marck found that the constant bucking of Remmy's hips and the boy's repeated attempts to impale himself further onto his thrusting tongue were wearing out the sensitive muscle faster than he would have liked. Deciding to change tactics, he instead bodily flipped the smaller boy over onto his back, exposing the flexing, proportionately oversized shape of the cub's erect little pink penis.\n\nWithout missing a beat, Marck plunged his open maw down over the twitching member, barely stretching his cheeks to accommodate its meager girth. The diminutive otter cock fit easily into the teenage shepherd's inexperienced but eager mouth, and Marck began sucking and nursing at the throbbing erection eagerly, mimicking the blowjobs he had seen only in porn before today and trying to match the otter’s earlier enthusiastic sucking.\n\n\"Suck my pee-pee, Marcky,\" Remmy begged in a breathy, high-pitched voice, as if willing Marck to deepen his ministrations even further, despite how the older teen was already doing just that. “Uncle Tommy never sucked me before.” The slim young cub's hips shuddered and gyrated uncontrollably beneath Marck's paw pads, seeking to hump against the warm wetness of his mouth.\n\n\"I'm getting my tingles,\" Remmy whined, as the cub's small body was wracked with pleasure, watching Marck pleasure him.\n\nTheir eyes met and locked, exchanging arousal and submission, as Marck felt the slimy boyhood he cradled in his mouth begin to flex and twitch with increased urgency. The tiny cock swelled slightly, straining with every involuntary spasm and jerk, seeking to release that which would not come.\n\nMarck kept Remmy's erection in his mouth even as the cub began to thrust quicker in the throes of his climax, trying to hump and buck his way to completion. However, their new position made it difficult for the cub to fully give in, and after only a few short seconds, the young cub reached up and weakly pushed Marck's head away, whimpering that it was \"too sensitive\" to continue.\n\nDoing his best to ignore his own aching, neglected erection, Marck instead focused on watching the prone cub as he panted on the carpet, chest heaving with exertion and a newfound satiety in the afterglow of his first blowjob. His phone's alarm started ringing, jarring them both back to reality with a jolt.\n\nMarck shot up and grabbed his phone from its place of abandonment on the coffee table, quickly silencing the blaring noise. \"Well, playtime is over, little buddy,\" he said with a wistful smile, stretching kinks out of his muscles. \"Thanks for the... dessert, wild boy,\" he said, grinning slyly. \"But it's bed time now. Your mom said 9 o'clock sharp, and I don't want to get in trouble on my first night babysitting.\"\n\nThe cub let out a whining groan of protest, his tiredness evident in the way he lacked the energy to rise from the sofa, his cocklet had already slipped back into his sheath proclaiming the end of their fun for the moment. \"But I haven't had dessert yet,\" Remmy whined again, his eyes snapping open to look at the half-foot of canine cock still jutting out from Marck's naked form expectantly.\n\n\"Let's get you tucked into bed, and I'll feed you some warm milk for a late night snack,\" Marck countered, watching as the already yawning otter acquiesced to his plan, too worn out to put up much of a fuss, but also pleased at the promised mouthful of teenage spunk. The canine couldn't help but smile inwardly at how cosy and affectionate they had become in such a short span of time, looking forward to seeing where their future fun together might lead them.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDr. Eliza Riverside was beyond surprised to peer into her son's room later that evening and see Remmy snoring sweetly, curled up on his side and hugging a stuffed doggy tightly. Usually, the energetic cub would still be wide awake, bouncing off the walls and fighting tooth and nail against his babysitter's attempts to make him go to bed until his parents got home. Eliza's eyebrows rose as she pondered the possibility that she should have thought to hire a male babysitter sooner.\n\nHeading back downstairs, she could hear the sound of her husband's shocked laughter as he interrogated the tall, black-furred German Shepherd teenager in their living room. \"And he went to bed without a fuss? Remmy?!\" he demanded, clearly having trouble believing the story.\n\n\"Yeah, out like a light once I fed him some warm milk and tucked him in,\" Marck told them both sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down modestly.\n\nStepping into the room, Eliza took charge smoothly, thanking the young miracle worker and seeing him off for the night with a smile. She pressed a generous wad of cash into his paw, more than she had originally agreed to pay him for his services. \"Here, this is for going above and beyond tonight,\" she said warmly, folding the bills into his palm. \"You certainly earned it working with that little wild child.\"\n\n\"So, would you mind coming back and watching him again next time we need a babysitter?\" she asked, watching Marck's face carefully for any sign of reluctance or discomfort at the prospect. \"I know it can be trying looking after our son sometimes, but you clearly have a way with him that the others didn't...\"\n\n\"Sure thing, ma'am,\" Marck flashed her a tired but genuine smile, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. \"Remmy and I had a lot of fun together, and I would love to come back and hang out with him again. He's... a special kid.\"\n\nWith Marck sent on his way home for the night, Eliza turned to her husband with an amorous smile, leading him by the hand towards their shared bedroom for their usual monthly post-datenight lovemaking, looking forward to reconnecting with her mate. As she locked the door behind them and began to shed her clothes, her mind was already racing ahead to the next day, when she would ask her brother Tom to check the nanny cam footage for her just to be sure Marck was truly trustworthy and everything tonight had gone smoothly.\n\nTom was always better with technology and he'd be sure to let her know if anything was amiss or if there was anything she should be concerned about regarding the curious new babysitter and his interactions with Remmy. She hoped nothing would come of it, but she wanted to be prepared just in case, putting her son's safety and well-being first. Satisfied that she had done all she could for now, Eliza pushed the thoughts aside and focused on enjoying her evening with her husband.\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Watching the Wild Boy


Marck took a deep breath, straightening his black-tipped tail. This was it. His first ever babysitting gig. He opened the door to see a sleek otter in a printed blouse and dress pants standing next to a bouncy young otter cub. The little otter's dull brown fur was slightly rumpled and he had a bit of baby fat on his frame, but he otherwise looked fit and energetic. His bright green eyes darted around curiously.

"Hello, you must be Marck," the otter said in a friendly but tired voice. "I'm Dr. Eliza Riverside, Remmy's mom. Remmy, say hi to Marck."

The teenager nodded, a bit intimidated by the upscale house and professional parent. At a lanky 5' 10", Marck was a bit tall for 15 but quite slim, with the typical black and tan markings of a German Shepherd. He felt gangly and out of place in the neat suburban entryway, despite the fact that he lived just a few blocks away.

"Hi," said the little otter shyly, eyes cast down.

Eliza handed over a folder of emergency numbers, instructions, and some cash for dinner. "My husband and I should be back by 11pm. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Remmy's bedtime is at 9. Don't let him convince you otherwise, he can be quite the handful!"

Marck nodded seriously. "I won't, Dr. Riverside. I'll take good care of him."

After a few minutes of small talk, the parents departed. Marck and Remmy stood awkwardly in the foyer.

"So..." Marck ventured. "You like video games? I'm pretty into gaming myself."

Remmy shrugged. "I guess. I'd rather play outside though."

Marck was taken aback. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone outside for fun. "Oh, um, that's cool too. Maybe we can play a game together when it gets dark out."

"Mom says I have to go to bed at 9," Remmy pouted.

"Aw man, that's a bummer. I'll keep that in mind then."

The young otter stared at him expectantly. Marck realized with a start that he was totally out of his element. What did normal kids even do for fun? Feeling on thin ice, he proposed the first thing that came to mind.

"Hey, want to play hide and seek? I can count and you can hide!"

Remmy's face lit up, the last of his shyness melting away. "Yeah! I love hide and seek!" He tore off towards the living room with the boundless energy of a 9-year-old.

Marck sighed, feeling a minor crisis had been averted. He didn't really know the first thing about kids, but hopefully he could get through the evening by drawing on his own memories of being a cub. hide and seek had been popular back then; maybe Remmy would wear himself out racing around the house and be ready to settle down. One could only hope.

Now that the initial awkward meeting was over, Marck realized he had no clue what might lie in store for him in the expansive house. He never had a tour and didn't know where to even begin looking for the playful otter cub. Stupidly suggesting hide and seek now seemed like a dumb idea in hindsight, but he'd already committed to it. He finished counting down from thirty out loud and headed into the upscale living room to start searching, nervously running a hand through his fur.

Taking in the refined decor, he couldn't help but notice that this house was way nicer than his own modest family home, and much bigger too. The huge widescreen TV mounted on the wall looked impossibly fancy and expensive. He started peeking behind the obvious places like couches and curtains, but quickly decided the clever cub wouldn't have hidden in such an open space. The gleaming kitchen and formal dining room also seemed too obvious for a cunning hiding spot.

Maybe he would have retreated to the relative safety of his own bedroom... Marck headed up the cream carpeted stairs to the second floor. He poked his head into the first room he saw, filled with the merry sound of stuffed animals tumbling out of an overturned laundry basket onto discarded clothes. This had to be Remmy's personal domain. It was cluttered but cozy, toys and books scattered about haphazardly. Marck noted the cub seemed to have a penchant for collectible figurines which covered most available flat surfaces. He carefully checked behind the door and under the unmade bed, but no luck so far.

The master bedroom felt strictly off limits to search, so after a quick scan, he didn't linger in that private adult space. Where could that sneaky Remmy be? Marck wiped a nervous paw down his muzzle, wondering if the little troublemaker was watching him search, gleefully tickled by his bewilderment. He ventured back downstairs in search of the otter's secret hiding spot.

Marck found a door leading to a spacious, clean garage, neatly organized with boxes and tools. Another door led to a finished basement, but it squeaked so loudly when he opened it that he knew it wasn't likely the cub would be hiding down there, wanting to avoid detection. Sighing, he was about to give up the fruitless search when he passed a lattice door he assumed led to a closet. Suddenly it burst open and a very naked Remmy shouted "Boo!" at the top of his lungs.

The young otter's green eyes sparkled with mischief as he shimmied his furry body, tiny sheath and tight balls shaking in rhythm with his gleeful laughter. The chubby cub's rudder-like tail whipped back and forth gleefully as he took advantage of the element of surprise. Then he raced past the startled, slack-jawed Marck and bounded up the stairs, leaving the teenage boy in a cloud of dust.

"Where are your clothes?" Marck called after the retreating naked figure, his voice squeaking with incredulity. He couldn't help but notice the otter's limp sheath flopping between his legs as he scampered away. All he heard in response was a lilting, "Clothes can’t hold me. I'm a wildboy!" followed by more carefree giggles echoing down from the second floor.

Marck grabbed the pile of the kid's clothes left strewn carelessly on the closet floor and followed the “wild boy” up the stairs at a slower pace, thoroughly exasperated by this point. This kid was definitely a handful, he thought.

It had been easy to spot which room must belong to Remmy. A hand-drawn, child's depiction of a smiley otter wearing sunglasses, along with the boy's name written in wobbly block letters, was a dead giveaway. Marck quirked a smile at the endearing artwork.

Remmy stood poised in the center of his messy room, dark fur slightly damp with sweat and green eyes flashing with the thrill of the chase. He looked ready to bolt out the door as soon as Marck entered. "You can't catch me! I'm a wild boy!" came the gleeful shout just before the naughty otter launched himself to try and race past the older boy.

Using his longer legs to advantage, Marck lunged and jumped in front of the giggling cub, successfully cutting off his escape route. Remmy barreled right into him, the soft thud of their impact echoing in the small space as they tumbled to the floor. Marck reached out and grabbed the thrashing otter cub around the waist to hold him steady. Remmy started screeching maniacally, bucking and flailing like a wild creature caught in a trap. Unsure of what else to do, flustered Marck improvised and went with his instincts. He started tickling the wriggling naked cub all around his squishy belly and sides, hoping it would help diffuse the situation.

"No," the little imp cried defiantly, even as his body betrayed him. "I'm not ticklish!" But his helpless squirming and involuntary bellowing laughter was clear evidence that he was, in fact, lying. Marck let his bigger paws roam over the little cub's bare belly, seeking out more ticklish spots to exploit as he tried to wear down the wild child's boundless energy.

At one point, his questing digits accidentally brushed over the cub's tiny sheath, startling them both. Marck blushed bright red and Remmy nearly slipped out of his grasp in that momentary distraction, but the older boy regained his hold.

Soon Marck zeroed in on the cub's most sensitive weak points: the ticklish hollows of his underarms. Remmy was left breathless and gasping as he was reduced to a giggling, twitching heap pinned over the taller boy's lap. His rudder-like tail banged haphazardly against Marck's thighs as the cub lost all control of his flailing legs, collapsing onto Marck's midsection with a solid thump.

Despite his best efforts, Marck couldn't help but notice how admittedly cute Remmy's jiggling sheath and tiny balls were, especially as his position afforded an unobstructed view of them. Each frantic squirm made the delicate bits bounce and jiggle most endearingly, capturing Marck's reluctant attention. He tried to ignore the alluring sight, focusing on his mission to tire out the hyperactive wild boy.

Tickling without mercy, Marck couldn't help but let out a deep, near-manic chuckle, thinking maybe after this extended, silly wrestling match, he might finally wear down his mischievous charge at last. He ignored the cub's escalating pleas of "Stop, please!" He knew if he let up his assault, he'd likely be left chasing the nude wild otter all over the house again. So he kept going relentlessly.

He didn't even stop when the otter cub whined piteously, "I'm gonna pee!" In hindsight, he probably should have heeded that warning, but Marck didn't want to give up the upper hand for anything. He was just about to demand a promise from Remmy to put his clothes back on, when the desperate otter let out a startled gasp. Before Marck could react, a stream of pale yellow urine shot out from the cub's exposed sheath with surprising force.

The warm spray hit Marck full in the face without warning, startling him into ceasing his tickle attack and wiping frantically at his eyes. With his mouth open in shock, some of the acrid liquid landed on his tongue before he could think to close it. His mind reeled as he unintentionally tasted the bitter flavor of the young otter's urine, offset by an unexpected warm, buttery undertone that lingered on his tongue. He should have been pissed off at getting pissed on, but to his own surprise, Marck instead felt his confusing arousal growing at the dirty, taboo act he had inadvertently instigated.

He didn't know what to do or say as Remmy continued his uncontrollable stream of boy piss, soaking Marck's neck and chest. The urine pooled in the older teen's collarbone, the air filling with the sharp ammonia scent of it. The stream eventually died down to a trickle just as quickly as it had begun, leaving Remmy's limp sheath to droop as the cub slumped over. Marck sputtered and choked, spitting out the piss that had gotten into his mouth, but found himself swallowing at least some of it with a grimace before he could stop himself.

He glanced down to see Remmy's rudder-like tail now pressing firmly against the unmistakable hardness tenting the front of his shorts, his face flush with shame. Feeling the cub's frightened gaze on him, Marck realized with a start that Remmy must have mistaken his tense silence for angry disapproval.

Sure enough, the wild otter cub began to whimper brokenly, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Don't tell Mommy I had an accident!" It only took a moment for the formerly wild boy to transform into a scared, sniffling cub, compromising Marck's already precarious moral high ground.

His natural instincts to comfort the distressed youngster warred with his aroused confusion, but in the end Marck found himself reaching out and rubbing Remmy's shoulder tentatively, trying to calm him. "It's no big deal, buddy," he reassured him in as calm a voice as he could muster. "I'm fine. No one got hurt."

He gazed into the cub's wide green eyes welling with tears, he turned his comforting paw on the boy's soft otter head. But the cub remained poised on the verge of a tearful meltdown, sniveling anxiously.

On impulse, feeling the cub's tail pressing against his erection, Marck let out an admission he never thought he'd say. "I kind of...liked it," he confessed awkwardly, cheeks burning crimson. The risky admission seemed to shock Remmy out of his escalating meltdown, startled eyes going round as he blinked back tears. The older teen couldn't hide how his body had reacted to the taboo act and the wet, warm evidence visible on his shirt and soaking down into the waist of his shorts.

The room fell into an oddly charged silence as they stood frozen in the aftermath of poor choices, both shocked by the direction their innocent game had taken them. He didn't know what to expect from the cub now, feeling wholly unprepared for this strange turn of events.

"How about you let me up?" Marck suggested gruffly, trying to subtly adjust his erection. His body ached to thrust and hump against the otter cub's unknowingly stimulating tail, but he fought to suppress his urges.

Remmy seemed to belatedly realize that he was preventing Marck from standing, and rolled compliantly to the side with a snort. The taller teen used the distraction to discreetly adjust his shorts, hoping the cub wouldn't notice his embarrassing erection.

As they stood facing each other moments later, Marck couldn't help but notice the significant size differences between them. The smaller otter cub was not exactly slim or muscled, but had the rounded, pudgy look of an energetic child. His dark head only came up to just past Marck's toned belly. The wet t-shirt molded to the teen's chest made Marck look slimmer and more muscular by comparison, highlighting his age advantage.

Trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation, Marck tugged the hem of the damp, urine-soaked shirt up and moved to pull it over his head as he said, "I need to get out of these wet clothes." He meant to ask Remmy to show him where the bathroom was, but when the wet cloth clung to his face, he found his nose filled with the alluring, musky scent of boy piss once again.

Without fully understanding why, he actually let the fabric linger over his face a few seconds longer than necessary, inhaling deeply and savoring the scent that now coated his tongue, lips, and nose. What had gotten into him? The unique, tangy scent of Remmy's urine was driving him to the edge of reason and he felt another insistent throb pulse through his trapped erection.

Slightly dazed, Marck finished pulling the wet shirt over his head, only to look down and find that Remmy was watching him intently, noting a glazed, unfocused look in his eyes. The small otter cub was reaching out his paws towards Marck in a silent offering of assistance.

Did the perceptive cub realize what had just happened, how his scent had affected Marck so intensely? Unsure, but hoping to regain lost ground, Marck paused, waiting to see what the cub would do next. Remmy seemed to understand that Marck needed help out of his damp clothes, probably intending to offer an apology this way for his earlier accident. The older teen hesitated, breathing heavily, aware of how precarious and loaded with temptation this situation was rapidly becoming.

He should have stopped the cub, but his words were lost in the fog of pheromones clouding his brain, and his trembling paws were still tangled in the wet fabric. Remmy's small paws also shook slightly with nervousness as they sought to unbutton Marck's damp shorts. One of the cub's curious paws accidentally grazed the straining bulge of the older teen's fabric-covered erection, and Marck let out a soft, startled gasp. Nobody had touched him there since he was a cub and needed help washing down there, he thought hazily.

Remmy, for his part, seemed a bit confused by the firm cylindrical shape pressing against the front of his boxers, looking down at it quizzically with a tilted head. Before Marck could gather his wits and stop him, the button of the shorts popped open and the wet fabric drooped heavily to puddle on the floor around his ankles.

If the young otter cub had been curious about the hard shape in Marck's shorts, he was now utterly perplexed by the prominent bulge that appeared before him in the older teen's tight white cotton briefs. Marck's thick shaft was angled upwards and strongly to the left, straining against the clinging material. The red color of his cock and the veins along its length were clearly visible through the damp, translucent fabric, nestled in a thatch of dark fur. A wet spot of precum had soaked through the cotton.

"Um," Marck hesitated, cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. "I can probably take it from here, buddy," he offered awkwardly, starting to tug the clingy briefs around his hips. He knew he couldn't hide his near nudity, but hoped to regain some modicum of control over the situation.

At the same time, Remmy was gaping openly at the sight of Marck's tented underwear, blinking rapidly. "Is that your pee-pee?" he asked Marck with innocent awe, pointing at the straining bulge.

"I- It's just…," the flustered teenager stammered, averting his gaze as he tried futilely to cover himself as he stepped out of his sodden shorts. "I, uh, get erections sometimes... It's normal for boys my age..." he tried to explain, but his words came out garbled and unconvincing, laced with guilt. He wasn't sure if Remmy even understood what he was saying in his flustered state, but knew he was in dangerous territory.
"It's really big," the boy commented, seeming not to grasp the gravity or potential danger of the situation they found themselves in as he stared at the prominent bulge. "Can I see it?" The whimpering cub of a few minutes ago was completely gone, replaced once more by the mischievous, wilder side peeking out.

Marck hesitated, chest heaving with tension, feeling backed into an indecent corner, especially as Remmy's paws started to come up by reflex towards the straining bulge. "I don't think you should... My shorts shouldn't even be off in front of you," he said uncomfortably, taking a step back away from the approaching otter, struggling with himself.

"Come on," Remmy whined, a look of wide-eyed curiosity being replaced once more with a sly grin, ready to face a challenge. "You can already see mine." He wagged his hips, causing his little sheath to bounce enticingly from side to side, giggling. "I won't tell if you don't tell I peed myself."

"I'll just go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and we can forget all about it," Marck suggested weakly, brain fumbling for an escape. But his hard-on ached to be touched again, the tip leaking steadily, and it hadn't sagged a bit. If anything, it was straining even harder against the damp cotton, twitching with interest.

"I'll let you pee on me if I can see it," Remmy bargained, looking up at Marck with a conniving, mischievous grin. "Then we'll be even."

Marck's trapped cock lurched painfully at the shocking thought of pissing directly on the wild otter cub, his mind reeling with the forbidden image. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him? He told himself he was losing his mind, even as he started to think he could maybe get away with it. The cub was clearly interested and willing, seemingly oblivious to the true extent of what he was suggesting.

He nodded, so subtly that he could have played it off as nothing if the cub had suddenly backed down or changed his mind. Maybe Remmy was just trying to trap him somehow, to test him. But the little otter practically shouted with joyful triumph instead, clearly taking it as consent.

The Questing paws of the cub let go of their target and encircled Marck's free hand, tugging him forward with surprising strength. "We can use my bathroom!" Remmy insisted excitedly, leading the way out into the hallway.

Marck found himself pulled along into a small bathroom clearly used only by Remmy. It was a bit disorganized, but relatively clean, with scattered bath toys and towels. A large shower/tub combo sat across from the toilet and sink, the white tile gleaming. Without hesitating, Remmy hopped into the dry tub and turned back to face Marck expectantly, as if waiting for him to follow.

"So we don't make a mess," he offered by way of explanation, bouncing on his toes.

Marck hesitated in the doorway, looking down at the waiting, eager cub inside the tub. Remmy was clearly excited. A little pink tip of his dick was even poking out of his sheath, but he didn't seem to notice it himself. Marck felt another pang of guilt, knowing this was so very wrong, but the thrill was undeniable. "Are you sure?" he asked the cub one more time, giving him a chance to back down before things went any further, heart pounding.

"Come on, already," Remmy pleaded, holding his paws open out to the sides, making himself a little target. "It's fair, I peed on you after all." His bright green gaze had already returned back to the bulge in Marck's briefs, as if mesmerized.

Taking a deep breath, Marck stepped into the tub, still holding his wet tee shirt. He was trying to decide what to do with it when an idea struck him. "First, smell it," Marck ordered, tossing the wet fabric to the waiting cub. "So you'll know what you'll be smelling like when I'm done." His confidence was growing, taking charge of the situation as the nerves fell away, replaced with dark anticipation.

Remmy gave him a wry smile and tentatively sniffed at the wet shirt, wrinkling his nose. "Is that what my pee smells like?" he asked, sounding surprised. "It kinda smells good." The cub took another, bigger whiff, eyes fluttering shut as he savored the scent of his own urine.

Marck's paws shook slightly as he edged his claws under the waistband of his clinging briefs and slowly shoved them down over his thighs. His rigid erection was trapped against the damp cotton, pointing downwards, as more and more of the dark red shaft was exposed to the air. Remmy's curious green eyes darted back to his cock greedily, and the damp t-shirt slipped from his loose paws to land with a wet smack against the floor of the tub.

Finally, after seeming like forever, the tip of Marck's cock was free. His long shaft bounced upwards and was now pointing directly at the young otter cub who waited breathlessly, as if seeking its target. The cub's mouth fell open, saucer-wide eyes locked on Marck's throbbing manhood as it twitched in the open air, but the naive youngster didn't back away or demand they stop. Instead, Remmy looked up at the teenage shepherd trustingly. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the air tense with overwhelming possibilities.

Steeling himself, Marck reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock, wrapping his paw around the unformed knot. He looked at Remmy one more time, silently asking if they were really going to do this. The cub nodded eagerly, holding his breath, making no move to stop him. With a heavy swallow, Marck angled his straining cock downwards towards the sensitive young otter, praying this wouldn't come back to haunt them. He couldn't turn back now, no matter how wrong it was.

As the anticipation built, Marck took a few slow, deep breaths to fully relax his bladder and prepare himself. Pissing while maintaining a hard-on was proving to be more challenging than he anticipated, but Remmy's bold, waiting form before him drove him forward relentlessly. Finally, after several tense moments, he felt the familiar, hot pressure build and his piss coursed up his twitching shaft rapidly. With a soft gasp, a dense stream shot out, splashing directly against Remmy's exposed, fur-covered chest and dripping down to his soft belly. The cub's open mouth gaped in shock and amazement as he found himself doused unexpectedly like that.

Wanting to ensure he thoroughly enjoyed the experience he had instigated, Marck flexed his inner muscles and altered the angle of his straining cock, making the powerful stream arc upwards and rain down over the young otter's face. It splattered against his whiskers, closed eyelids, and quivering snout, running in rivulets down to collect in his ears. Despite the taboo nature of it, Remmy seemed to revel in the forbidden golden shower, limbs trembling slightly with excitement as he kept his eyes shut against the deluge.

To Marck's mounting shock and arousal, the daring cub didn't turn away or try to avoid the warm, acrid liquid as it coated his fur, raking it into spiky clumps. Sure enough, the bold little otter seemed to be savoring and enjoying every salacious second of this depraved act, much to Marck's disbelief. As the piss continued to gush forth from him, splattering against Remmy's small, pink nose and lips, Marck couldn't help but notice the impressive change in the state of the cub's penis.

Flushed with excitement and recreational exposure, Remmy's small dicklet hardened to its full, if modest, two inches of girth. It was slightly conical in shape, being thicker at the base where it sprouted from his fuzzy sheath, before tapering gradually to a smooth, round tip, embellished with a solitary bead of moisture. Marck felt his heart skip a beat, breathing heavily through his mouth as he gazed upon the wanton sight of Remmy's exposed, dripping wet privates. The lewd display was too much, but he couldn't make himself pull away or stop the flow now.

As Marck began to run dry, he struggled to maintain the last vestiges of his stream. His heavy breathing sounded loud in the tiled room as he felt his bladder finally empty itself in several erratic bursts, the heat cooling rapidly on his sensitive, damp shaft. To his amazement, the curious otter cub leaned in closer unconsciously, effectively keeping his maw directly in the trickle of piss dripping from Marck's twitching cock.

The younger boy brought his sniffing nose even closer to the now-wet tip of Marck's sheath, appearing to savor the musky scent as his jawbone worked anxiously. With a few final spasmodic spurts, the last of the thick, steamy fluid oozed out and drizzled down the side of the cub's muzzle, the air crackling with barely contained excitement.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Marck ventured daringly, already well aware of the answer based on the cub's up-close-and-personal reaction to his cock.

"That was so fun," Remmy replied dreamily, his half-lidded green eyes fluttering open a crack to admire the glistening, red cock merely inches from his smiling face.

Using the hand not currently gripping the base of his erection, Marck reached out tentatively and brushed a few droplets of piss from the fur on Remmy's cheek with his thumb. He didn't want to force the cub or make him uncomfortable, but the sight of his own piss dripping from the young otter's whiskers was more intoxicating than he could have anticipated.

The teenage shepherd leaned in slightly, emboldened by Remmy's apparent interest in his cock. The warm, slippery tip brushed lightly against the soft fur on the cub's muzzle, leaving a thin trail of wetness behind.

Remmy's plump, otter lips quivered and opened slightly, eliciting an involuntary shudder from Marck as the cub's hot breath ghosted over his willing erection. Meeting the older boy's swirling, lust-drunk eyes with an unspoken question, Remmy hesitated only a heartbeat before Marck nodded solemnly, giving him tacit permission and approval.

The little wild otter's maw parted, his small pink tongue darting out to slobber and groom around that twitching, red cock-head now inches from his needy mouth. Unable to stop himself, Marck let out a soft, strangled moan, hips twitching forward instinctively. The swollen tip of his canine cock slipped past Remmy's lips and teeth, sinking into the wet, musky heat of his eager mouth. The room suddenly filled with the lewd slick sounds of a cub taking the first reluctant inches of a teenage cock.

"Make sure you clean my cock, wild boy," Marck groaned gutturally, as the pleasurable sensations of wet heat and pressure drove him wild. "Don't leave a drop of piss on it." He tangled his fingers in the damp fur on Remmy's head, guiding his smaller companion to lavishly lap and suckle at his twitching cockhead, slowly working his way downwards with bobbing enthusiasm.

To Marck's shock and amazement, the precocious little otter locked eyes with him as he set to work with surprising vigour and skill, nursing and worshipping at Marck's piss-soaked erection like a pro. Despite his youth, the cub seemed to instinctively know exactly what to do to bring Marck the most pleasure possible. The younger male wasn't just holding Marck's cock in his maw passively, he was actively licking and sucking, slurping obscenely as he lavished attention on every throbbing inch.

At a little over six inches in length, Marck expected his mawful of cock to be too much for the small cub to handle, but Remmy proved him wrong as he took him into his mouth right down to the hilt, the pert, pink tip of his nose nuzzling up against Marck's flat, furred stomach. He couldn't have asked for a more enthusiastic or talented first blowjob than what this eager cub was giving him so freely.

Marck groaned lewdly, encouraging him, "Keep going, buddy. That feels so fucking good." He felt his knot starting to swell and form at the base of his pulsating cock, making his erection even thicker and longer, stretching the young otter's maw to accommodate the growing girth.

Remmy seemed to sense the shift in Marck's body, and unconsciously prepared himself for what was to come next. He reached out with his dark brown paws and gripped Marck's trim hips firmly, then slid back to grasp the toned globes of the older boy's ass, using it as leverage to plunge down even deeper on the canine's impressive cock.

As Marck felt the tip of his cock breach the tight, spasming ring of muscles guarding the cub's naive throat, he let out a wanton growl of satisfaction. “Fuck!” He was rapidly approaching his much needed release, no longer able to hold back the building tide of ecstasy.

"Here it comes, Remmy," Marck grunted gutturally, his hips now thrusting and pistoning wildly of their own accord, fucking down the young otter's tight, convulsing throat. The cub's eyes slammed shut, his face scrunching up adorably as if in anticipation of the impending eruption Marck was preparing to unleash inside his willing, working maw.

And then, with a loud, ecstatic groan, it finally happened. Marck's balls clenched tight to his body, and with an explosive shudder, the first hot, thick string of milky canine semen shot out from his bouncing cock-head and splattered directly against the back of Remmy's spasming throat. The helpless cub let out a soft, muffled keen as he struggled to swallow around the invading cock, body vibrating with overwhelmed nerves.

Again and again, Marck's shaft bucked and pulsed, each time filling Remmy's maw with another creamy shot of cum, until the young otter was forced to pull back slightly, using his exploring tongue to capture each ejaculation and then swallow it down with practiced gulps that belied his tender age and inexperience.

As Marck's knot swelled even larger, aching for a tie and he held it firmly and ground his hips against Remmy's snout, thrusting shallowly into his fluttering throat to prolong the blissful sensation of release as much as possible. He couldn't believe how amazing and joyful his first sexual experience felt, or how enthusiastically this wild young cub had thrown himself into it, submitting so willingly to his desires.

Feeling bold and adventurous, Marck watched in amazement as Remmy reached down with one paw and started to rapidly stroke and rub at his own erect little two-inch dicklet, clearly seeking his own release. The small chubby cub shuddered and shook all over, his pink hardness throbbing rhythmically in time with Marck's continued pumping into his stretched maw. After only a few seconds of desperate attention, Remmy let out a soft, high-pitched whine and started to shudder, his small body bowed taut with intense pleasure as his cock throbbed rhythmically trying to shoot out his own cum but nothing came out, his budding climax mirroring Marck's own.

Seeing the satisfied, spent Remmy slump back against the tub wall only served to further inflame Marck's growing second wind, even as the last dregs of his climax oozed from his twitching cock-head. Wanting to prolong the delicious, depraved act for as long as possible, Marck pulled back carefully, leaving just the slippery red tip of his erupting cock nestled inside the panting cub's slackened jaws, his hind legs trembling slightly.

With a final spurt, the last remnants of Marck's puppy batter dribbled out and coated Remmy's pink tongue and teeth, dribbling strands of thick seed connecting them. The cub even held his maw open showing how the fluid pooled around his writhing tongue. "Swallow it," Marck growled, his voice gravelly and commanding in his own ringing ears, even as his racing heart thudded dully in his chest.

Without a word of protest or hesitation, the spent young otter did as he was told and obediently clamped his saliva-wet jaw shut, swallowing noisily once, then twice, before tilting his head back and opening his spooge-spackled maw to show off the fact that he had swallowed every last bit of Marck's cum. His small tongue darted out to gather any remaining drops from his whiskers as the older, panting boy stared down at him possessively.

"You certainly are a wild boy," Marck rasped appreciatively, as he reached down to grab Remmy's shoulder, unsteadily pulling them in a loose embrace within the confines of the bathtub. His black claws scraped against the damp porcelain as Remmy nuzzled into the soft, damp fur on his heaving belly, both boys panting hotly with the last shreds of their lingering lust. "That was incredible," Marck whispered, bending and pressing his snout against the back of Remmy's wet head, feeling the thrum of energy still coursing between them, the room feeling strangely heavy and drugged with the afterglow of their illicit tryst.

After a few quiet minutes of catching their breaths, the charged atmosphere between them gradually shifted back to something resembling their original babysitter-and-ward dynamic. Though, he suspected nothing would ever be quite the same again. Marck reached over to turn on the shower, adjusting the water temperature carefully before guiding Remmy under the warm spray. As they began washing away the evidence of their taboo encounter, Marck couldn't shake the nagging thought that the cub seemed... practiced. Far too skilled for someone his age.

Working shampoo into Remmy's piss-stained belly fur, Marck hesitated before broaching the delicate subject. "So... that wasn't your first time..." He trailed off, unable to bring himself to say the “sucking cock.” The words were too crude to say aloud. Instead, he settled on a softer phrasing: "...with another boy?" He kept his tone casual, as if discussing the weather rather than the cub's sexual history.

To his surprise, Remmy lit up with unrestrained enthusiasm, his whiskers twitching excitedly as he blurted out, "I sucked a pee-pee before! It's fun. I love it!" He beamed up at Marck as if he'd been waiting his whole life for someone to ask him about this very topic. "It makes me feel all warm inside and gives me my tingles," he added with a dreamy sigh, wiggling his hips slightly at the memory.

Marck froze, soapy paws still buried in the cub's fur, as the implications sank in. His mind raced with questions. Who else had this precocious little otter been with? How many times? Had it been another cub, or... someone older? But before he could press further, Remmy cheerfully turned the tables, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Was that your first time getting your pee-pee sucked?" The innocent question, delivered with such genuine curiosity, made Marck's ears burn with embarrassment despite everything they'd just done together.

He did his best to play it off casually. "Well, not with anyone so young," he muttered, as he rinsed away the lather in the cub's damp fur, hoping that his answer wouldn't lead to more invasive or difficult questions. He wanted to come across as more experienced and worldly than he really was. Truthfully, he spent more time lost in PC games than daydreaming about romance or experimenting with his peers. He wasn't even sure if he was gay or bi, or just curious and lonely.

"I usually do it with someone older too!" The cub blurted out that damning admission in a rush, ears immediately folding tight against his head as if just realizing that he was giving away far too much private information. Remmy clearly had more secrets than he was comfortable with, but that only made Marck more curious.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Marck frowned and ran his soapy paws over the cub's round ears, rubbing gently. "It's okay, buddy. Your secrets are safe with me," he promised with a reassuring nod, speaking softly into the damp fur of Remmy's head.

After a hesitant pause, Marck decided to share his own vulnerable truth in exchange, hoping it would help put the younger boy at ease. "You know... you were actually the first to suck me," he admitted, cheeks heating slightly under the layer of suds now covering his shoulders and head as well.

Sharing that mutual secret seemed to help ease the tension between them, as Remmy visibly relaxed his shoulders, working up more lather in his small paws to scrub at Marck's abundant fur. The cub reached up and began to gently lather the dense, dark pelt on Marck's firm belly, taking special care to thoroughly clean him. The affectionate grooming helped to deepen their bond, and for a brief moment, the world felt steady and right.

"I suck my uncle whenever he comes to visit," Remmy whispered shyly, his voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water. "But he's not as big as you," he added, as if to prove that Marck was special and noteworthy, glancing sidelong to gauge his reaction. As if to punctuate his words, Remmy brought his slick paw to rest on Marck's clean sheath, rubbing the shampoo into the soft black fur, fingers dancing dangerously close to his sensitive red cock-head threatening to poke back out of his sheath.

Marck chuckled warmly, sensing that Remmy was trying to change the subject but he decided to steer them away from anything too heavy or fraught with meaning. Grasping the cub's slippery paw, he teasingly batted it away from his increasingly interested sheath with a wink. "Not so fast, wild boy. How about we order a pizza and play a little Fortnite instead, huh?" The older teen proposed, already regaining his composure and casual demeanor.

Remmy pouted slightly, hands reaching to pull the plug on their brief interlude, but his eyes brightened with excitement at the mention of a fun video game night. "Pepperoni?!" he asked eagerly, bouncing on his toes, remnants of their heated encounter all but forgotten.

"You got it, buddy," Marck confirmed, tousling the wet head affectionately as they exited the shower to dry off. As much as he could have been content to continue fooling around with the precocious younger cub, Marck also wanted to make sure that their relationship wasn't solely based on this strange, overwhelming physical attraction they had stumbled into. Hopefully, this fun, low-key evening of gaming and junk food would be the perfect way to build those bonds and connections with Remmy, helping to solidify and ease their transition back into a more traditional babysitter-and-cub dynamic.

Having firmly shut the door on their taboo encounter and with plans to deposit his damp clothes in the washer to be cleaned, Marck ushered Remmy off to get dressed with promises to join him soon for some gaming. He hadn't thought far enough ahead to realize that he had no other clothes to change into, which meant roaming the Riverside home stark naked felt oddly liberating and exciting, reminding him of the wild tone set during their tryst. But rather than complain about the wearing clothes while Marck got to be naked, Remmy had taken the opportunity to stay bottomless himself for the evening in solidarity, so as "not to make Marck feel uncomfortable."

When the pizza delivery arrived nearly an hour later, Marck shut down the game and sent an eager Remmy to answer the door while his own clothes whirled around in the drier. "Dare you not to wear pants," he challenged the smaller cub playfully, fully intending to tease and embarrass the cub a bit.

Marck watched from around the corner, chuckling silently into his hand as the young otter answered the door wearing nothing but a Bluey t-shirt that barely covered his boy bits, leaving little to the imagination of the high school aged delivery driver. The shirt hem accidentally rode up tantalizingly high as Remmy awkwardly reached out for the pizza box, unwittingly giving the poor unsuspecting driver an eyeful of the cub's sheathed member. Remmy blushed and stammered "keep the change," at the teenager, slamming the door hastily behind him as he scurried back to the living room with their dinner, cheeks flaming with mortified shame.

"Do you think he saw?" Remmy asked, furrowing his brow as he set the pizza box down on the coffee table for them to enjoy, a blush still staining his cheeks.

Marck finally let loose a loud, raucous guffaw, no longer able to contain his mirth now that they were alone again. "I don't think he expected that! I think he's on the football team at my school, a proper straight jock type for sure," he managed to gasp out between gales of laughter, bending over to rest his hands on his knees, wheezing slightly as he tried to catch his breath. "But good for you, wild boy. You definitely gave him a story to tell his buddies later tonight."

Remmy just stuck out his tongue and crossed his arms defiantly at Marck's playful teasing, but the younger boy's cheeks only flushed brighter, betraying how secretly pleased he was with himself at his daring behavior. They spent the next few minutes gobbling down the pizza like only growing boys could, a comfortable silence settling between them punctuated by laughter and occasional moans of delight over a particularly tasty slice.

"You know," Remmy said after devouring the last piece, licking his paws and muzzle clean of grease and crumbs, "I kinda hoped he wanted to see me naked. The pizza guy, I mean." The bold young cub shrugged nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the memory of the brave risk he had taken.

Marck rolled his eyes, grinning cheekily as he reached over to tousle the bristly fur on the cub's head. "Well, you should've pretended to drop the cash and then turned to pick it up," he said, chiding the adventurous otter playfully. "Then he would have gotten a good, long look at your cute little butt."

At that suggestion to trick the delivery guy into seeing his butt, Remmy's whole face flushed a fiery shade of red, and he snorted loudly, blushing furiously and looking tickled by the mere idea. "You think my butt is cute?" he asked softly, sounding unsure but secretly pleased by the older boy's assessment.

Marck smirked, leaning back casually on the couch as he pointed to a spot on the floor a few paces away. "Isn't that a twenty-dollar bill I see over there by the couch?" he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Better pick it up for me, Remmy."

The little otter cub glanced down, seeing nothing on the floor but belatedly understanding the dare. Taking a deep breath, he trotted over to the spot and made a show of walking towards the imaginary money, before turning to look over his furry shoulder at Marck with a mischievous wink. Then, with a saucy grin, Remmy bent at the waist as if to retrieve the non-existent bill and effectively mooned Marck with his raised rudder tail.

The teen's eyes roamed appreciatively over the smooth, round curves bouncing before him. "Definitely the cutest butt I've ever seen," Marck murmured, cheeks warming not with embarrassment, but with pleasure at the arousing sight. The cub had a pert, curvy backside that would make a porn star jealous, and his sheath was plumping up again at the teasing display.

Not to be outdone, Remmy took his impromptu striptease one step further and reached back with one furry paw, smacking his own rear playfully. Then, before Marck could murmur a word of protest or encouragement, the daring little cub pried open one dimply cheek giving the older boy a clear, unobstructed view of his delicate pink tail star and little furry sack dangling limply beneath it. The air suddenly felt thick and heavy with promise as it was charged with budding desire all over again.

Feeling his erection swell and lengthen, Marck stepped up behind the naughty, bent-over little cub, his sheath throbbing at the sight and promise of what he might one day do with that delectable, untouched rear view. Gently pressing his paws against Remmy's backside, the older boy nudged the cub to fall face-first against the couch cushions, his nose coming ever closer to that perfect pink pucker hidden between the squishy cheeks.

Marck breathed deeply, savoring the clean scent of shampoo mingling with the heady, musky aroma of a young male body radiating from beneath the otter's tail fur. His arousal spiked higher, and he felt a bead of precum form and dribble down his length as his face came to rest directly behind and between Remmy's dimpled, jiggling ass.

His hot breath played over the tight pink pucker, making it wink and flutter invitingly, teasing them both. Remmy whimpered softly, but didn't pull away or protest.

"What are you...," Remmy began tentatively, but his words cut off as Marck carefully dragged the tip of his warm, wet tongue over the sweet-smelling, delicate rosebud nestled in the cub's fuzzy crack for the first time, licking from the bottom to the top in a smooth, sensual motion that made his sheath twitch with desire. Remmy gasped, and his little moan of shocked pleasure wafted back to Marck's ears, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins.

The boy kneading the couch cushions whimpered, bucking his bottom back at Marck's face subconsciously, wordlessly begging for more. The teenage shepherd obliged by swirling his tongue around the tight hole, loving the way it clenched and relaxed.

He paused just long enough to ask breathlessly, "You like that?" as he pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against Remmy's pink, fluttering rim once more, not quite penetrating, but certainly making his intentions known. But if Remmy managed to form a coherent response, the words were lost amidst his loud panting and needy sounding moans that echoed throughout the otherwise quiet living room, bouncing off the walls and seeming to urge Marck on.

All that mattered was Remmy's clear and enthusiastic enjoyment of the tongue fucking he was receiving, as evidenced by the way the young cub shamelessly pushed his bottom back towards Marck's questing muzzle, a silent invitation for the older teen to delve even deeper.

Flush with arousal and determination, Marck slowly began to push his eager, slippery tongue into the tight opening, feeling the soft heat give way and welcome him as he dug in for a first taste of the otter's most secret recesses. Inching further in, he discovered a previously unexplored and intoxicating world of pleasure nestled within that quivering ring of muscle.

With his free paw, Marck reached up to cradle the immature, fuzzy little nutsack that lay beneath the cub's belly, gently cupping and kneading the tender downy fur as he worked his tongue in deeper, now roughly halfway buried in the young boy's body, pleasuring him like never before. He could feel the cub's small, hard penis pressing against the back of his hand as he fondled the tiny ball sac, dick twitching excitedly.

Without thinking, Marck idly compared the size of that small, pink member to the size and weight of the balls in his palm. The realization that this was the first dick he had ever touched other than his own left him feeling dazed and intoxicated by the heady sense of forbidden excitement. He vaguely wondered if he even ever remembered touching his tiny pink dick like this when he was just a cub himself, not all that long ago.

Despite his best efforts, Marck found that the constant bucking of Remmy's hips and the boy's repeated attempts to impale himself further onto his thrusting tongue were wearing out the sensitive muscle faster than he would have liked. Deciding to change tactics, he instead bodily flipped the smaller boy over onto his back, exposing the flexing, proportionately oversized shape of the cub's erect little pink penis.

Without missing a beat, Marck plunged his open maw down over the twitching member, barely stretching his cheeks to accommodate its meager girth. The diminutive otter cock fit easily into the teenage shepherd's inexperienced but eager mouth, and Marck began sucking and nursing at the throbbing erection eagerly, mimicking the blowjobs he had seen only in porn before today and trying to match the otter’s earlier enthusiastic sucking.

"Suck my pee-pee, Marcky," Remmy begged in a breathy, high-pitched voice, as if willing Marck to deepen his ministrations even further, despite how the older teen was already doing just that. “Uncle Tommy never sucked me before.” The slim young cub's hips shuddered and gyrated uncontrollably beneath Marck's paw pads, seeking to hump against the warm wetness of his mouth.

"I'm getting my tingles," Remmy whined, as the cub's small body was wracked with pleasure, watching Marck pleasure him.

Their eyes met and locked, exchanging arousal and submission, as Marck felt the slimy boyhood he cradled in his mouth begin to flex and twitch with increased urgency. The tiny cock swelled slightly, straining with every involuntary spasm and jerk, seeking to release that which would not come.

Marck kept Remmy's erection in his mouth even as the cub began to thrust quicker in the throes of his climax, trying to hump and buck his way to completion. However, their new position made it difficult for the cub to fully give in, and after only a few short seconds, the young cub reached up and weakly pushed Marck's head away, whimpering that it was "too sensitive" to continue.

Doing his best to ignore his own aching, neglected erection, Marck instead focused on watching the prone cub as he panted on the carpet, chest heaving with exertion and a newfound satiety in the afterglow of his first blowjob. His phone's alarm started ringing, jarring them both back to reality with a jolt.

Marck shot up and grabbed his phone from its place of abandonment on the coffee table, quickly silencing the blaring noise. "Well, playtime is over, little buddy," he said with a wistful smile, stretching kinks out of his muscles. "Thanks for the... dessert, wild boy," he said, grinning slyly. "But it's bed time now. Your mom said 9 o'clock sharp, and I don't want to get in trouble on my first night babysitting."

The cub let out a whining groan of protest, his tiredness evident in the way he lacked the energy to rise from the sofa, his cocklet had already slipped back into his sheath proclaiming the end of their fun for the moment. "But I haven't had dessert yet," Remmy whined again, his eyes snapping open to look at the half-foot of canine cock still jutting out from Marck's naked form expectantly.

"Let's get you tucked into bed, and I'll feed you some warm milk for a late night snack," Marck countered, watching as the already yawning otter acquiesced to his plan, too worn out to put up much of a fuss, but also pleased at the promised mouthful of teenage spunk. The canine couldn't help but smile inwardly at how cosy and affectionate they had become in such a short span of time, looking forward to seeing where their future fun together might lead them.

* * *


Dr. Eliza Riverside was beyond surprised to peer into her son's room later that evening and see Remmy snoring sweetly, curled up on his side and hugging a stuffed doggy tightly. Usually, the energetic cub would still be wide awake, bouncing off the walls and fighting tooth and nail against his babysitter's attempts to make him go to bed until his parents got home. Eliza's eyebrows rose as she pondered the possibility that she should have thought to hire a male babysitter sooner.

Heading back downstairs, she could hear the sound of her husband's shocked laughter as he interrogated the tall, black-furred German Shepherd teenager in their living room. "And he went to bed without a fuss? Remmy?!" he demanded, clearly having trouble believing the story.

"Yeah, out like a light once I fed him some warm milk and tucked him in," Marck told them both sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down modestly.

Stepping into the room, Eliza took charge smoothly, thanking the young miracle worker and seeing him off for the night with a smile. She pressed a generous wad of cash into his paw, more than she had originally agreed to pay him for his services. "Here, this is for going above and beyond tonight," she said warmly, folding the bills into his palm. "You certainly earned it working with that little wild child."

"So, would you mind coming back and watching him again next time we need a babysitter?" she asked, watching Marck's face carefully for any sign of reluctance or discomfort at the prospect. "I know it can be trying looking after our son sometimes, but you clearly have a way with him that the others didn't..."

"Sure thing, ma'am," Marck flashed her a tired but genuine smile, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. "Remmy and I had a lot of fun together, and I would love to come back and hang out with him again. He's... a special kid."

With Marck sent on his way home for the night, Eliza turned to her husband with an amorous smile, leading him by the hand towards their shared bedroom for their usual monthly post-datenight lovemaking, looking forward to reconnecting with her mate. As she locked the door behind them and began to shed her clothes, her mind was already racing ahead to the next day, when she would ask her brother Tom to check the nanny cam footage for her just to be sure Marck was truly trustworthy and everything tonight had gone smoothly.

Tom was always better with technology and he'd be sure to let her know if anything was amiss or if there was anything she should be concerned about regarding the curious new babysitter and his interactions with Remmy. She hoped nothing would come of it, but she wanted to be prepared just in case, putting her son's safety and well-being first. Satisfied that she had done all she could for now, Eliza pushed the thoughts aside and focused on enjoying her evening with her husband.


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