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", "writing": "Scouting through the park for signs of a restroom, Oliver passes countless rosy cheeked boys and girls. The only thing stopping the swelling of his shaft being the teeth digging into his gums. All manner of boys are on display for the pervert to steal glances of. Some with flaccid shafts that dangle between their legs and sway with every step, others with neatly packed sheaths without a ball in sight, and others burgeoning on puberty with dropped balls and a visible tip poking through the edge of their sheath. Excusing himself as he sidles through a group of teenagers on vacation, he carefully feels another tabby's behind. He shudders with delight in the devious behaviour, finally finding the men's bathroom.\n\nDespite the large crowd in the park outside, the bathroom itself is empty. A relieved sigh escapes the man as he flops his half-hard shaft over the top of his underpants along with his balls. He fondles them for a moment, watching the entrance carefully as he gives his shaft a small stroke to relax his pounding chest. Oliver's right arm hangs at his hip casually, leaning back as his left paw guides his stream into the urinal. Bladder empty he takes in a deep breath and pulls his underwear the rest of the way off, strutting around nude in the bathroom.\n\n``Uhn, ahn~'' Oliver hurries to put his underpants back on, startled by the subtle sounds within the otherwise silent room. ``Mmn, uhhhf.'' The grey-striped ears prick up and he notices the closed door at the furthest end of the bathroom. Feet treading as lightly as a feather he approaches in silence to avoid disturbing the occupant. There's a small rattle of screws as the seat is rocked back and forth. Almost enough to mask the sound of a sloppy, wet shaft being liberally stroked. Accompanying these subtleties are the quickening breaths that grow increasingly shallow and fast simultaneously. ``Nnn... guh!'' the occupant lets out an exasperated moan, and an audible thud rings out against the back wall, followed by a flush of the toilet.\n\nToo late to act like he wasn't enjoying the audio show, Oliver stands impatiently against the adjacent wall. Opening the door reveals a boy not even half the man's height, without a shred of clothing in sight. ``Wah!'' the cub shrieks and slams the door back in the feline's face.\n\n``Y'know kid, if you're going to do that it's best to keep it in the privacy of your room,'' Oliver lectures the frightened boy.\n\n``Do what?'' the white-furred cub asks, an attempt to play ignorant.\n\n``I'm raising two boys, the amount of times I've heard them jacking off in the bathroom would astound you,'' he replies casually, knocking the door open to get a better look at the cub. ``It's just a bit risky to go jacking it in a public bathroom especially,'' Oliver adds. The man walks away and begins to wash his paws, ignoring the nude cub who seems intent on staring.\n\nThe boy briefly runs his paws beneath the water and steps back, replying, ``I would but I've got to share it with 50 boys for a week.''\n\nOliver shrugs and waves the cub away, passing on by out of the bathroom into the burning heat. The sun reflecting through his glasses makes him flinch, looking aside to find the boy standing beside him. ``What are you doing?'' he asks, raising a paw to shield his eyes from the glare.\n\nHis fur is spotted with black dots all over, the whiteness of the cub's coat much purer in the sun than beneath the artificial light. The slender shoulders rise and fall in a careful shrug, head turning innocently while the blue eyes scan the park. ``I can't see anyone,'' he answers.\n\nOliver rolls his eyes and grabs the scruff of the boy's neck, directing him in front. ``Fine, let's go to the hotel, see if someone's reported you missing yet,'' he groans. The thick white tail sweeps the ground, covering the boy's crack and the bulk of his cheeks. By contrast Oliver's grey-striped tail is fitted through the back of his underpants keeping it clear from the dirty pathways. ``Tell me if you see your parents.''\n\n``Dad left and mum's not here,'' he replies, his footsteps drawing to a halt as Oliver fumbles and bumps into the back of him.\n\n``Well, your camp counsellors or whatever.''\n\n``Troop leader.'' The boy corrects him with an indignant tone. They halt at another intersection, the azure peepers squinted behind white lids, scanning the park for signs of a familiar face.\n\nThe scout groups which had been so noticeable before having dissipated on entering the fuller areas of the park. ``Want me to pick you up so you can see better?'' Oliver asks, head swivelling as he tries to make sense of the park. Seeing a slight nod, the man takes hold of the cub's waist and hoists him into the air, the thick tail swishes excitedly, exposing the boy's cheeks and hole. Oliver grits his teeth, taking a deep breath and begins thinking the least attractive thoughts to abate the growing erection.\n\n``Azzy!'' the cub shrieks and points in the direction of the black hyena.\n\nOliver sets him free to scout a path through to the man, following after to ensure a safe reunion. ``Hey Zach!'' The hyena sets a paw atop the cub's head and rustles up the snowy tufts of fur.\n\n``I trust you're safe now?'' Oliver queries, raising an eyebrow at the young boy. Zach nods excitedly, a broad smile on his face to replace the previously pensive stares.\n\nResting his arm atop the cub's shoulder, the man replies, ``He give you trouble?''\n\n``No more than I'm used to,'' Oliver answers, shaking his head along to accompany his polite smile.\n\nThe hyena has an unusual head of hair, charcoal with streaks of fiery red that encompass the darker patches and a mane which extends to the base of his tail following the same pattern. ``Name's Azrael,'' he says.\n\n``Oliver,'' he replies, offering a curt nod and extending his paw to a muscular grip.\n\nHaving made their way to a whirlpool Everette and his brother are dragged by the current, laying on their backs and admiring the solid screens above. The pool is a maze spanning three football fields in all directions, the screens displaying years of work that the company has produced. ``Why'd dad go to the bathroom?'' the fox ponders aloud.\n\n``Because he had to pee,'' Joey answers, exasperated.\n\n``Yeah and? We're surrounded by water, he could've just jumped in and nobody would know.''\n\nThe kelpie is disgusted by the suggestion and offers a quick rebuke, ``You know the water has chemicals that turn it a different colour so they know when someone pees in it, right?''\n\n``You know that's a myth don't you?'' Everette replies.\n\n``What? No, my parents always told me that they knew if I did it in the pool or not.''\n\nEverette chokes on his laughter and stands upright, still being sucked along by the current. ``It'd be a different colour all the time if they had a chemical like that,'' he explains.\n\nEyes turning white with shock at the realisation, Joey cringes at his own gullibility. ``Well how'd they always know?''\n\nContemplatively silent for a while the fox scratches his pink nose and bites his lip. Not quite lost in concentration but definitely focused, he sighs with relief after a few moments of build up. ``There we go.''\n\nThe change in temperature is subtle but confirms the canine's suspicion as the smell passes into his nostrils. ``Evan!'' he shouts, splashing the water back over his brother's face.\n\n``You wanted to know,'' Everette chuckles, relaxing back into the already warm water, face freshly wet from the wave blown over him. Getting to his feet and treading further forward to attempt an overtake, Joey is caught between the wall and the fox whose arm is wrapped around his chest. ``Hi handsome, you come here often?'' Everette's paw slips down the front of his brother's underwear, cosying up with the soft balls inside.\n\nMelting with the affection and starting to shiver with excitement, Joey takes in a shallow breath and leans across the fox's chest. Beginning to kiss the slightly older boy, he grinds his swelling shaft against the paw. Meeting halfway Everette uses his thumb and forefinger to tease out the end and begin to stroke, dropping his paws to the bottom of the pool to slow their journey through the dark and enclosed journey. Rare is their passion for one another, both much preferring the intimate moments with their adoptive fathers and the pleasure in having their orifices explored solo or in tandem. It isn't long before the kelpie floods his brother's paw, Everette saving what he can from the water and delighting in the taste.\n\n``Do you forgive me?'' he asks, running a lithe paw up and down Joey's chest.\n\nAlmost petrified by the public experience Joey stares into the distance. ``Uh-huh,'' he replies, looking around sheepishly before blinking a few times.\n\n``Good, I'm gonna go find dad, see if I can't get some vacation dick,'' Everette laughs. He lands a second kiss, this one much gentler with considerably less tongue, as he lovingly holds his brother by the waist and tilts his head to the side.\n\n``H-hey Evan...'' Joey stammers, arms loosely draped around the fox. ``Maybe you a-and I can together?'' His fingers tremble, finding solace by interlocking and preventing the boys from parting.\n\n``You did cum pretty quick,'' Everette remarks. ``El not giving it to you enough now you're not at work with him every day?''\n\nThe black hair whips around, flinging droplets of water as it moves rapidly side to side. ``No! I-I can still barely keep up,'' Joey confesses, a content smile on his soft face. ``You and I haven't in... well since we moved into the new place.''\n\nEverette's eyes furrow together behind the thick square rims in a pensive expression. ``You know I like older guys Joey, you're still just a puppy,'' he replies, drawing an arm up to break the hold keeping them together.\n\nReaching the end of the first exit to the maze and feeling dejected, Joey remains despite the orange fur disappearing out through the side. He floats along alone in silence, watching the scenes scroll above.[i] 'You're still just a puppy.'[/i] Between them is less than three months in age however Everette's words bore through his mind and tie knots in his intestines.\n\nAlone elsewhere in the park and partly basking beneath the sun's filtered glow, Elliot sips on a water. He sighs, bored and peering out over the endless selection of naked and semi-naked boys. Playing with the bracelet and monitoring the two boys every so often, the past two hours have dragged by without a single deviation between the pair. He selects Joey's name and taps twice, mimicking the voice, ``Joey is seven hundred feet to the south west.'' The same location as his last check fifteen minutes ago and a further fifteen before then. Propping his head on his paws and resuming his idle watch with glazed hazel eyes, Elliot smirks as he catches sight of the black and blue husky who'd fallen behind the rest of his troop earlier. Now surrounded with other boys of similar ages, and the most conservatively dressed of the chaperones, he removes the straw and downs the remainder of his glass.\n\nPacing after the group in as subtle fashion as he can muster, Elliot gains as they stop at one of the water slides. With a casual approach he strides beside the woman and reaches out to touch both her and the husky at the same time. She swats his white paw away from the boy and herself, a threatening scowl with brown eyes penetrating the rabbit's gentle expression. The boy turns back to look at him in confusion at the exchange. ``Sorry, ma'am, just glad that he managed to catch up with you all,'' Elliot says.\n\nHer contemptuous tone betrays the golden mane surrounding her head as she replies, ``He was assigned to a different group.''\n\nElliot realises the make-up of this section of the troop is largely wearing either swim trunks or trunks along with a shirt, despite some being young enough to make use of the freedoms afforded them to go nude, the husky being the only exception. ``Oh. At least he's not out there running around getting into trouble,'' he says.\n\n``At least it wouldn't trouble my sight.'' The lioness's bitter tone brings a saddened look to the young cub's face.\n\nHis head tucks into his chest and his icy blue eyes fix on the concrete underfoot. ``I'm sorry Mrs. Miffler,'' he mumbles, foot nervously twisting into the ground.\n\n``So you should be.'' She bears little care for the delicate boy despite his age barely pushing into the double-digits. ``I only volunteered so I could spend more time with my sweet little Duncan,'' the woman admits, pushing through the line and pinching her son's cheeks.\n\nGold fur that shimmers beneath the sun and a tan mane to solidify his regal look, Duncan is built solid and stands much taller than the woman. The lion looks less than enthused by the woman's public affection, shrugging her off with a dismissive grunt. ``Yeah, and I signed up to get a week away from you,'' he scoffs.\n\nThe husky runs one paw up and down his own arm, nervously standing in the lengthy line for the slide. ``You could've taken him to his group you know,'' Elliot interrupts the petty argument.\n\nMother and son turn their attention to him, the woman snidely replying, ``I'm not taking time out of my son's vacation to help someone who shouldn't have gotten lost in the first place.''\n\nElliot takes the husky by his shoulder, triggering the woman to come storming back towards them. ``Want to go find your troop leader?'' he asks.\n\nSwiping the rabbit's paw off the cub's arm and staring up at him she threatens, ``Touch him again and see what happens.'' Her black claws have extended through the tips of her paws.\n\n``I thought you wanted to be rid of him,'' Duncan intervenes gently prodding his mother in the spine. ``Let Azrael deal with it.''\n\n``You're right Duncan, let that stupid man deal with the problem child,'' she concedes without a fight, turning her nose up at the husky and looking forward towards the front of the line.\n\n``You want to go find him?'' Elliot asks again, hand idly extended, fearful of laying a paw on the boy again. The boy's untamed blue hair flips up and down as he nods slowly, mouth screwed together nervously. ``Do you want to go for a ride on the slide first?'' With another nod and taking hold of the white paw the two make their way to the front of the line. ``Hey, uh, I left his collar up in the hotel room, do you mind giving him a quick ride before we head on back?'' Elliot shows his bracelet to the operator, thankful for the cub's missing band. The grey otter takes a quick scan of the man's wrist to verify the quick-ride status before he stations the husky as the next to proceed upstairs.\n\nDetermining where the slide ends takes a moment, the curves and length of the ride looping around a second, more straightforward plunge slightly to the west. Making his way across and out of sight of the lioness and her son, Elliot awaits the nude husky as he splashes into the water. A new man emerges from the chlorinated pool, a broad smile plastered across the husky's muzzle. ``Thank you,'' he says. ``M-my name's Brite.''\n\n``You're very welcome, Brite. I'm Elliot but my kids call me El,'' he replies, ruffling the blue hair and spraying water everywhere. The man's eyes are cast over the cub, taking in a close view of the boy's neat sheath but careful enough to not be caught staring. ``Let's go find your troop leader now.''\n\nOliver watches over the young cubs and continues to make small talk with their leader Azrael. Having explained how he found the boy lost and alone in the bathroom, he decided to remain nearby to help keep an eye on the wily crew. Not one of these scouts is old enough to be required to wear underwear, making full use of that excuse to roam and swim nude. Careful to keep his crotch pressed against the boundary to prevent showing his arousal, Oliver admires their young forms. Free of inhibitions and with playfully degenerate the cubs flash their behinds and tackle one another in the shallows of the pool.\n\n``So you here with your family or just here to sight-see?'' Azrael slaps a friendly paw onto Oliver's back.\n\nThe grey trail stiffens like a board as Oliver stands upright, having subconsciously slouched and begun peering more intently on the boy he'd caught wanking. ``Family vacation,'' he hesitates. ``My fiance said he'd keep an eye on our kids.'' Swallowing a lump in his throat and determining his exit strategy, Oliver is frozen by the paw gripping onto his left arm.\n\n``Oh, that's sweet of him.'' The hyena cosies in, gathering the direction of Oliver's gaze and following it down towards the spotted cub. ``Why don't you enjoy your vacation?'' he asks, leaning forward and pointing out the snow leopard from before.\n\nJerking away from the man and with a look of disgust Oliver snaps, ``I don't know what you're getting at.''\n\n``Never mind,'' Azrael replies, backing away and avoiding eye-contact.\n\nThe tabby relaxes, breathing a lofty sigh of relief. His eyes blur out of focus as he looks beyond the pool without a target to ensure he can't be caught staring again. Glancing at the bracelet and selecting Everette, the computerised voice announces, ``Everette is 400 feet east of your position.''\n\n``Your son?'' the hyena asks.\n\n``Yeah. He can be a bit of a handful. Coupled with his brother they're either all dead or all happy as can be,'' Oliver replies.\n\n``Sounds like you're more the man of the house then.''\n\n``N-no it's nothing like that. Elliot prefers the softer touch for them...'' Oliver trails off in contemplation. After a minute of standing in silence he concludes, ``He really is more like a mother sometimes. Loves baking, is super affectionate and caring, scarily good at psychological torture, spoils the kids, soft white muzzle, wide hips, cute behind.'' He shakes his rigorously to dispel the illusion forming in his mind, Oliver's gaze having wandered back into focus and been drawn to the snow leopard, now striding along the path back towards the two men.\n\n``Some of the scouts really need a firm hand. Like Zach. No dad. Single mother and she's always at work,'' Azrael says. ``Hated scouts but she made him join so she could socialise three days a week.''\n\n``Good thing you're there so kids like him have a good male role model to look up to, right?''\n\nLetting out a mixed laugh and scoff Azrael shrugs away the compliment. ``It has a couple perks.''\n\n``Azzy, I feel sick,'' the boy complains as he finishes his ascent up the ramp towards the troop leader.\n\n``Whereabouts buddy?'' Zach folds his paws across his belly and gives it a few rubs, then his forehead as his eyes swim out of focus. The man reaches and slips his paw onto the cub's slender stomach, caressing it much longer than a concerned carer ought to. ``Did you have something to eat before you got dropped off at the hall this morning?''\n\nThe boy's green eyes draw up to the men doting over him. ``M-mhm...'' he hesitates to confess, nodding slightly.\n\n``Do you want to go grab something cool to drink?''\n\nZach shakes his head slowly and begins to rise and fall on his heels. ``I want to go nap,'' he replies with a yawn and stretch of his limbs, jutting his hips forward as if presenting his sheath to be played with.\n\n``We've all gotta stay together.'' Azrael rests a paw atop the boy's head, applying a few gentle rubs. ``I need to keep an eye on the rest of the boys too.''\n\nZach directs a paw toward Oliver, shifting his gaze from the hyena to the tabby. ``Can he take me then?'' His eyes flutter in a state of seeming sleeplessness, the bushy tail raising up to drape across his left shoulder to rest his head upon.\n\n``Do you mind?'' Azrael asks, running a paw around the soft round cheeks and evoking quiet mewls.\n\n``Uh, n-not at all,'' Oliver replies and reaches to touch the cub's shoulder. ``I'll go enjoy my vacation then if that's alright?''\n\nSmirking to reveal a set of jagged teeth the man nods and draws his paw away from the cub, clapping a paw against Oliver's shoulder. ``Firm hand,'' he says, winking before he heads towards the pool to collect the rest of the troop.\n\nThe journey through the hotel and to the penthouse is exhilarating, Oliver's heart pounding with every brisk step as the boy strides behind. He bites his lip as he presses for the penthouse, scanning the bracelet as it prompts. ``You gonna choose your floor kid?'' he asks, inhaling deeply and focusing on keeping his erection down.\n\nZach tilts his head to the side, extending a paw for the button to the seventh floor and applying a gentle touch which prompts it to light up. The doors slide apart to reveal the open suite, dozens of cots arranged with only a few feet of empty space between them to accommodate the entire troop. As silently as it opened, the door clamps closed without the cub exiting. ``I thought uh... that I would... join you in your room?'' he suggests, shifting between his feet nervously as the elevator creeps towards the final floor. Approaching the dual penthouse doors Oliver glances at the potential guest, trailing slightly behind. With a nervous gulp Zach runs a paw up through the feline's furry leg and inside the man's underwear. ``Can I?''\n\nImmediately upon breaching the doors Oliver has his arms wrapped around Zach and squeezing the cub's tight behind. He spreads the snow-white and malleable cheeks, dancing a finger across the tender, twitching tunnel entrance. Zach stumbles back, flustered and gasping for air at the man's sudden intensity. The blush burns through his white fur, his erection poking through the end of his sheath with excitement.\n\nPursuing the cub to the carpet and dragging his tongue along the cub's swelling privates, Oliver's fingers pass over the tight, empty sack. Too young to even produce a drop of pre-cum, the man proceeds to suck the tapered tip lustfully. Every passing moment brings another moan between the pair, the cub's entire shaft being gobbled up into the man's saliva filled maw. Oliver backs away and takes a moment to enjoy the scenery, drool at the sides of his mouth as he removes his underwear, the circumcised shaft springing free. A torrent seeps through the end, Oliver running a paw along his shaft and collecting some of his juices.\n\nZach is tiny compared to the older feline, towering over him with two drenched fingers proceeding towards his maw. Sucking them greedily with a slew of purrs and excited mewls, the hefty tail waving frantically in delight. Oliver replaces the fingers with his tongue, kissing the cub deeply and laying atop his belly, the man's cock spreading pre-cum all over the boy's white belly as he grinds against the silken fur.\n\nA moment of clarity strikes and Oliver peels away reluctantly, halting the cub's pursuit with a firm paw against the delicate chest and settling to the side on the luxurious blue carpet. His grey tail sweeping over the surface eagerly as he swallows the burning need in his already throbbing erection to ask plainly, ``Virgin?'' The instant the cub's head begins to shake no he resumes the desperate assault on the small muzzle and begins stroking the prepubescent shaft in one paw. The man's erection fully swollen he rubs it against the boy's length, coating it with his pre-cum before shifting his manhood south. Tucked between the cub's thighs Oliver humps along the soft taint, barely touching his tip against the rear entrance.\n\nOut of compulsion Zach separates his legs and moans eagerly. ``M-mister.'' He gulps, eyes wide as the fully developed man's head probes his hole with increasing pressure, the slop of excited hot-dogging filling the air. ``No.'' The boy's sudden reluctance leads to an immediate separation by Oliver, his heart pounding rapidly as his mind fills with dread over the situation. ``Please don't go in dry,'' he pleads, the complete lack of additional lubricant setting him on edge.\n\nA wave of relief washes over the feline father and he relaxes, running his paw through the white hair as he passes by to his son's backpack and takes out a tub of lubricant. ``I was just going to get you warmed up a little first,'' Oliver says as he settles down on the edge of the bed, petting the open space beside him invitingly. Bow-legged and slightly hesitant Zach approaches, Oliver laying back and liberally applying lubricant to his shaft in anticipation. ``How's that guy normally do it? Let you ride at your own pace, or does he give it to you?'' he asks.\n\n``N-normally?'' The snow leopard huffs and stands at the edge of the bed, a stiff prick poking out the end of his sheath as he sets both paws around the adult length to firm it up further. ``I just end up taking it in the closet or toilet,'' he admits as he climbs onto the bed, grinding the shaft between his cheeks and angling the head to meet his entrance.\n\n``Then take your time,'' Oliver replies, a paw settling on the young cub's waist. Despite the recommendation Zach squirms as his anus stretches, the man's almost tapered tip penetrating with ease before the head begins to bulge. The first inch fits with a satisfying pop as the head is sealed inside by the tight walls. Biting his lip intensely from the pure ecstasy of the cub's hole, Oliver grunts and raises his hips slightly, pushing ever deeper to the sound of Zach's intensifying moans. The next steady few inches slip gradually, the bulging centre mass of Oliver's shaft coming up stretching the young boy to his limits as Zach begins to mewl loudly, tearing into the sheets. His hips having already settled back down, any further than the comfortable first three inches have been the cub's determination mixed with gravity. Well past the midway point and with his ass almost flush with Oliver's crotch, Zach finishes the remainder with a triumphant huff as the man's balls are mushed against his entrance.\n\nComfortably embedded on the adult cock, Zach takes in a deep breath and wriggles his hips. The subtle change drives the young feline into a frenzy, eye twitching as he begins to work the same spot with the man's length drilling into his insides. ``P-please!''\n\n``Yes, fuck yes,'' Oliver grunts, paws firmly gripping Zach's waist as he drives against the cub's prostate. Thrusting harder and harder to the cub's desperate screams of lustful pleasure, Oliver bursts balls deep into the boy's hole, flooding it with several jets of cum and continuing to thrust and grind it further inside.\n\n``Come on, come on!'' Stroking himself in lieu of a helping hand, Zach tenses up suddenly, face contorting to a look of confusion and relief as the pressure built inside his shaft releases with a high pitched moan. The cub's cock twitches and shakes violently in an orgasm whose seed never manifests, and the snow leopard collapses into a heap on Oliver's chest.\n\nThe afternoon sun no longer as unbearably blazing as before, the water is considerably clearer and with fewer specimens to admire. Elliot stands casually beside the hyena as his cub companion casually dances around in the water, joined by two other cubs. One a mixed breed sheep and ferret, the other a mouse whose hands repeatedly find their way over the husky's charcoal shoulders. ``I see you've found a way to enjoy your vacation dad.'' Everette wanders up to the rabbit and throws an arm around his waist.\n\nThe white feet spring him away from the wall. His black hair is drenched with water and hangs in front of his face, the man's subtle attempt to mask his peeping on the scouts. ``Hey Evan,'' Elliot greets the fox and brushes the hair aside.\n\n``Have you seen dad? Got an itch.'' Everette's slender frame rises and falls with a bored shrug, eyeing the cubs down in the water. ``Which one you reckon sucks best?''\n\nWhat little colour is visible in Elliot's face drains, concrete pouring through his veins as he falls onto the wall. ``Evan.''\n\n``What? He's fucking one of them at minimum,'' Everette scoffs and directs a dismissive brown paw towards the hyena.\n\n``Everette Trotsky.'' Elliot grits his teeth, his neck slowly grinding until he faces the older man to his right.\n\nAzrael is smiling and nodding slightly, an impressed look about him as the cub recognises him for his truly deviant nature. ``Your kid ain't wrong,'' he confidently remarks. ``Done just about all the boys down there.''\n\n``I know a cub fucker when I see one,'' Everette says with a sly wink. ``Have you seen dad though?''\n\n``Not since he went to pee ages ago. And where's Joey? I thought you guys were going to look after each other.''\n\n``Yeah, and you were going to keep an eye on us as well. Something distract you?''\n\n``Tch.'' Elliot shakes his head and selects the kelpie's name, pressing the button three times.\n\n``Joey is 1,000 feet east of your location,'' the speaker dictates the cub's location.\n\n``Your dad's not a tabby cat is he?'' Azrael interrupts.\n\nElliot and Everette exchange a nonplussed expression before directing their attention towards the hyena. ``You've met dad then,'' the fox replies. ``Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes, pervert.'' The brown paws patter off quickly in the direction of the bathroom, a trail of wet prints in his wake.\n\nThe man's features freeze, mouth slightly agape, his eyes ticking left and right while the rest of his body remains stiff as a board. ``Best get going before that ship sails,'' Elliot remarks, glancing at the multipurpose bracelet, this time serving as a watch.\n\n``I'm supposed to keep an eye on...'' Azrael's finger hangs over the scouts. Each boy splashes about carefree and unrestrained by even a shred of fabric, the water coating them and flattening down the fur offering free vision to every inch of their young forms.\n\n``I'm not going anywhere, I gotta keep an eye out for our other kid,'' Elliot says and waves his paw in the direction of the bathroom. Slouching over the wall once more his gaze returns to the preteen boys, mindful of purposefully drawing his attention elsewhere.\n\nAs empty as it had been hours prior, the bathroom plays host to the fox and his deviant would be lover. Resting against the far wall, the cub confidently points into the empty stall. Azrael's eager grin and the bulge in his underwear betray the feigned nervousness matching cautious steps forward. He comfortably settles on the toilet and pulls down the front of his underwear, exposing a dripping erection to the still air.\n\nA smile settles on the cub's face as he follows after, opening his maw wide and swallowing the head while his tongue protrudes further to slather saliva over the rest of the man's length. Everette peels back slowly to inhale the man's scent, met with a small squirt of pre-cum landing amidst the white fur surrounding his maw. Licking around his muzzle he slicks the fur down before applying another liberal coating of saliva around the base of the hyena's shaft.\n\nThe grey eyes flutter in and out of vision as he indulges in the skilful tongue exploring every inch. Azrael's hips lift slightly from the seat as he lets out a grunt and settles a paw atop the blonde hair. Clutching the soft locks and grinding his shaft more aggressively across the cub's maw, he proceeds to smear droplets of ecstasy north towards the square glasses, oozing on the much cheaper plastic frames.\n\nEverette spits on the shaft and runs a paw along the side not grinding over his muzzle, tongue worming its way around what it can. ``Fuck,'' the fox curses and pulls away entirely, his stiff cock tenting in his tight white underwear along with a significant wet patch at the tip. Tucking both thumbs inside and dropping the soft cotton briefs to the cold floor, Everette pins the man against the blue tiled wall with a stern paw. ``What, do you get off on being bossed around by a kid?'' he taunts as the man's erection firms up in his grip. The fox settles his ass in Azrael's lap, positioned perfectly to hot-dog it between his soft orange cheeks. A grin is settled on the cub's face as he continues, ``You gonna stick it in me, or do you make those cubs do all the work?''\n\nAzrael stammers, unsure how to respond to the demanding cub but dripping with excitement between the view and sensation of his length gliding between the cub's cheeks. Grasping the plump waist with one paw and directing his cock against the entrance with the other. Following a single fluid thrust and synchronised moan of satisfaction, Everette sinks to the base. ``Oh my god...'' the troop leader gasps, his maw hanging open as he grunts and tightens his grip on the cub's waist.\n\n``That's what I'm talkin' about.'' Everette huffs as he settles at the hilt, hips shifting slightly to accommodate the humanoid shaft settling deep into his insides. ``Older guys always give the best cock,'' he says confidently. Feet planted firmly on the ground Everette lifts himself back to the cusp of the hyena's cock, hole clenched tight and milking every drop of the man's existing pre-cum into his ass. ``Let's see how long you last.'' He sinks back to the base with a delighted moan, reaching below to clutch the burly thighs. Everette closes his eyes, maintaining his assault until they arrive at a comfortable rhythm. The cub leans back, his legs angled up to rest on the top of the toilet, his cock flopping back and forth lazily.\n\nEvery other downward thrust Azrael meets it with an upward grind which coaxes the cub to stay embedded on it for a while longer. The hyena growls, hooking his paw beneath the knee and bending it to bring the foot nearer to his mouth to begin sucking on the brown toes. His tongue worms between the soft pads, licking every delicate inch of the soft flesh as Everette's moans fill the stall. ``Normally my boys are begging me to cum by now.''\n\nEverette begins to moan louder, reaching forward and sitting himself up slightly and driving multiple toes into the man's maw. ``I ain't one of your little scouts taking a grown man's cock for the first time,'' he remarks, pulling his foot back and pushing the soaked digits against Azrael's face.\n\n``Keep talking dirty like that and see what happens,'' he mutters, nose beginning to twitch as the edge of his muzzle contorts into a grin that exposes a a set of dagger-like teeth. His breathing quickens as the cub masterfully works the shaft, clenching and easing his elastic ring at perfect intervals. The seat creaks under the constantly shifting motions of their lust, the sound of penetrated insides squelching with copious lubrication. ``Get your ass up.'' Azrael doesn't wait, standing and pushing Everette against the closed door with a firm smack of the cub's rear.\n\n``You're a real kinky fuck, huh?''\n\nAzrael ignores the goading and sets both paws on the soft cheeks, stretching them apart as he bears his chest down against Everette's head and pushes him against the solid wooden door. Half squatting due to their mismatched heights, the man has practically mounted the boy's behind and thrusts down deep to the balls. His legs begin to tremble, fingers clutching the soft fur as he spanks the cub again. ``You're a real naughty boy, you need a proper punishment.'' The hyena's jaw clenches as he verges on the brink of orgasm, teeth chattering as the tight black orbs cling to the balls inside and he groans in orgasm. Multiple strings of cum rope into the cub's behind, including on exit as the hyena falls back onto the seat.\n\nFlashing a smile at the spent man, Everette daintily slides a finger up from the base of the slowly softening shaft to the tip. ``Didn't even manage to make me cum,'' he teases, the cub's stiff uncut length on display. ``Guess I'll have to go bug dad instead.'' Everette squats down to retrieve his underwear, a few drops of cum oozing out of his hole. ``Wanna give me a clean up?'' he asks, spinning on his heel and spreading his cheeks to reveal the soggy wet mess the man had made.\n\nAzrael hesitates and swallows the urge to ravage the exposed entrance with his mouth, shaking his head, instead offering one last gentle smack. ``I don't think I can keep up with a kid like you,'' he admits.\n\n``Guess I'll see you around.'' Everette takes his leave of the stall and enters the next one over to clean up. ``Maybe give you another shot, see if you can't make me cum like one of your scouts too.''\n\n``Hah...'' Azrael chuckles, lightly rapping his knuckles on the door. ``None of that group can cum yet, every one of 'em still has dry orgasms. None quite like you kid.''", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Scouting through the park for signs of a restroom, Oliver passes countless rosy cheeked boys and girls. The only thing stopping the swelling of his shaft being the teeth digging into his gums. All manner of boys are on display for the pervert to steal glances of. Some with flaccid shafts that dangle between their legs and sway with every step, others with neatly packed sheaths without a ball in sight, and others burgeoning on puberty with dropped balls and a visible tip poking through the edge of their sheath. Excusing himself as he sidles through a group of teenagers on vacation, he carefully feels another tabby's behind. He shudders with delight in the devious behaviour, finally finding the men's bathroom.

Despite the large crowd in the park outside, the bathroom itself is empty. A relieved sigh escapes the man as he flops his half-hard shaft over the top of his underpants along with his balls. He fondles them for a moment, watching the entrance carefully as he gives his shaft a small stroke to relax his pounding chest. Oliver's right arm hangs at his hip casually, leaning back as his left paw guides his stream into the urinal. Bladder empty he takes in a deep breath and pulls his underwear the rest of the way off, strutting around nude in the bathroom.

``Uhn, ahn~'' Oliver hurries to put his underpants back on, startled by the subtle sounds within the otherwise silent room. ``Mmn, uhhhf.'' The grey-striped ears prick up and he notices the closed door at the furthest end of the bathroom. Feet treading as lightly as a feather he approaches in silence to avoid disturbing the occupant. There's a small rattle of screws as the seat is rocked back and forth. Almost enough to mask the sound of a sloppy, wet shaft being liberally stroked. Accompanying these subtleties are the quickening breaths that grow increasingly shallow and fast simultaneously. ``Nnn... guh!'' the occupant lets out an exasperated moan, and an audible thud rings out against the back wall, followed by a flush of the toilet.

Too late to act like he wasn't enjoying the audio show, Oliver stands impatiently against the adjacent wall. Opening the door reveals a boy not even half the man's height, without a shred of clothing in sight. ``Wah!'' the cub shrieks and slams the door back in the feline's face.

``Y'know kid, if you're going to do that it's best to keep it in the privacy of your room,'' Oliver lectures the frightened boy.

``Do what?'' the white-furred cub asks, an attempt to play ignorant.

``I'm raising two boys, the amount of times I've heard them jacking off in the bathroom would astound you,'' he replies casually, knocking the door open to get a better look at the cub. ``It's just a bit risky to go jacking it in a public bathroom especially,'' Oliver adds. The man walks away and begins to wash his paws, ignoring the nude cub who seems intent on staring.

The boy briefly runs his paws beneath the water and steps back, replying, ``I would but I've got to share it with 50 boys for a week.''

Oliver shrugs and waves the cub away, passing on by out of the bathroom into the burning heat. The sun reflecting through his glasses makes him flinch, looking aside to find the boy standing beside him. ``What are you doing?'' he asks, raising a paw to shield his eyes from the glare.

His fur is spotted with black dots all over, the whiteness of the cub's coat much purer in the sun than beneath the artificial light. The slender shoulders rise and fall in a careful shrug, head turning innocently while the blue eyes scan the park. ``I can't see anyone,'' he answers.

Oliver rolls his eyes and grabs the scruff of the boy's neck, directing him in front. ``Fine, let's go to the hotel, see if someone's reported you missing yet,'' he groans. The thick white tail sweeps the ground, covering the boy's crack and the bulk of his cheeks. By contrast Oliver's grey-striped tail is fitted through the back of his underpants keeping it clear from the dirty pathways. ``Tell me if you see your parents.''

``Dad left and mum's not here,'' he replies, his footsteps drawing to a halt as Oliver fumbles and bumps into the back of him.

``Well, your camp counsellors or whatever.''

``Troop leader.'' The boy corrects him with an indignant tone. They halt at another intersection, the azure peepers squinted behind white lids, scanning the park for signs of a familiar face.

The scout groups which had been so noticeable before having dissipated on entering the fuller areas of the park. ``Want me to pick you up so you can see better?'' Oliver asks, head swivelling as he tries to make sense of the park. Seeing a slight nod, the man takes hold of the cub's waist and hoists him into the air, the thick tail swishes excitedly, exposing the boy's cheeks and hole. Oliver grits his teeth, taking a deep breath and begins thinking the least attractive thoughts to abate the growing erection.

``Azzy!'' the cub shrieks and points in the direction of the black hyena.

Oliver sets him free to scout a path through to the man, following after to ensure a safe reunion. ``Hey Zach!'' The hyena sets a paw atop the cub's head and rustles up the snowy tufts of fur.

``I trust you're safe now?'' Oliver queries, raising an eyebrow at the young boy. Zach nods excitedly, a broad smile on his face to replace the previously pensive stares.

Resting his arm atop the cub's shoulder, the man replies, ``He give you trouble?''

``No more than I'm used to,'' Oliver answers, shaking his head along to accompany his polite smile.

The hyena has an unusual head of hair, charcoal with streaks of fiery red that encompass the darker patches and a mane which extends to the base of his tail following the same pattern. ``Name's Azrael,'' he says.

``Oliver,'' he replies, offering a curt nod and extending his paw to a muscular grip.

Having made their way to a whirlpool Everette and his brother are dragged by the current, laying on their backs and admiring the solid screens above. The pool is a maze spanning three football fields in all directions, the screens displaying years of work that the company has produced. ``Why'd dad go to the bathroom?'' the fox ponders aloud.

``Because he had to pee,'' Joey answers, exasperated.

``Yeah and? We're surrounded by water, he could've just jumped in and nobody would know.''

The kelpie is disgusted by the suggestion and offers a quick rebuke, ``You know the water has chemicals that turn it a different colour so they know when someone pees in it, right?''

``You know that's a myth don't you?'' Everette replies.

``What? No, my parents always told me that they knew if I did it in the pool or not.''

Everette chokes on his laughter and stands upright, still being sucked along by the current. ``It'd be a different colour all the time if they had a chemical like that,'' he explains.

Eyes turning white with shock at the realisation, Joey cringes at his own gullibility. ``Well how'd they always know?''

Contemplatively silent for a while the fox scratches his pink nose and bites his lip. Not quite lost in concentration but definitely focused, he sighs with relief after a few moments of build up. ``There we go.''

The change in temperature is subtle but confirms the canine's suspicion as the smell passes into his nostrils. ``Evan!'' he shouts, splashing the water back over his brother's face.

``You wanted to know,'' Everette chuckles, relaxing back into the already warm water, face freshly wet from the wave blown over him. Getting to his feet and treading further forward to attempt an overtake, Joey is caught between the wall and the fox whose arm is wrapped around his chest. ``Hi handsome, you come here often?'' Everette's paw slips down the front of his brother's underwear, cosying up with the soft balls inside.

Melting with the affection and starting to shiver with excitement, Joey takes in a shallow breath and leans across the fox's chest. Beginning to kiss the slightly older boy, he grinds his swelling shaft against the paw. Meeting halfway Everette uses his thumb and forefinger to tease out the end and begin to stroke, dropping his paws to the bottom of the pool to slow their journey through the dark and enclosed journey. Rare is their passion for one another, both much preferring the intimate moments with their adoptive fathers and the pleasure in having their orifices explored solo or in tandem. It isn't long before the kelpie floods his brother's paw, Everette saving what he can from the water and delighting in the taste.

``Do you forgive me?'' he asks, running a lithe paw up and down Joey's chest.

Almost petrified by the public experience Joey stares into the distance. ``Uh-huh,'' he replies, looking around sheepishly before blinking a few times.

``Good, I'm gonna go find dad, see if I can't get some vacation dick,'' Everette laughs. He lands a second kiss, this one much gentler with considerably less tongue, as he lovingly holds his brother by the waist and tilts his head to the side.

``H-hey Evan...'' Joey stammers, arms loosely draped around the fox. ``Maybe you a-and I can together?'' His fingers tremble, finding solace by interlocking and preventing the boys from parting.

``You did cum pretty quick,'' Everette remarks. ``El not giving it to you enough now you're not at work with him every day?''

The black hair whips around, flinging droplets of water as it moves rapidly side to side. ``No! I-I can still barely keep up,'' Joey confesses, a content smile on his soft face. ``You and I haven't in... well since we moved into the new place.''

Everette's eyes furrow together behind the thick square rims in a pensive expression. ``You know I like older guys Joey, you're still just a puppy,'' he replies, drawing an arm up to break the hold keeping them together.

Reaching the end of the first exit to the maze and feeling dejected, Joey remains despite the orange fur disappearing out through the side. He floats along alone in silence, watching the scenes scroll above. 'You're still just a puppy.' Between them is less than three months in age however Everette's words bore through his mind and tie knots in his intestines.

Alone elsewhere in the park and partly basking beneath the sun's filtered glow, Elliot sips on a water. He sighs, bored and peering out over the endless selection of naked and semi-naked boys. Playing with the bracelet and monitoring the two boys every so often, the past two hours have dragged by without a single deviation between the pair. He selects Joey's name and taps twice, mimicking the voice, ``Joey is seven hundred feet to the south west.'' The same location as his last check fifteen minutes ago and a further fifteen before then. Propping his head on his paws and resuming his idle watch with glazed hazel eyes, Elliot smirks as he catches sight of the black and blue husky who'd fallen behind the rest of his troop earlier. Now surrounded with other boys of similar ages, and the most conservatively dressed of the chaperones, he removes the straw and downs the remainder of his glass.

Pacing after the group in as subtle fashion as he can muster, Elliot gains as they stop at one of the water slides. With a casual approach he strides beside the woman and reaches out to touch both her and the husky at the same time. She swats his white paw away from the boy and herself, a threatening scowl with brown eyes penetrating the rabbit's gentle expression. The boy turns back to look at him in confusion at the exchange. ``Sorry, ma'am, just glad that he managed to catch up with you all,'' Elliot says.

Her contemptuous tone betrays the golden mane surrounding her head as she replies, ``He was assigned to a different group.''

Elliot realises the make-up of this section of the troop is largely wearing either swim trunks or trunks along with a shirt, despite some being young enough to make use of the freedoms afforded them to go nude, the husky being the only exception. ``Oh. At least he's not out there running around getting into trouble,'' he says.

``At least it wouldn't trouble my sight.'' The lioness's bitter tone brings a saddened look to the young cub's face.

His head tucks into his chest and his icy blue eyes fix on the concrete underfoot. ``I'm sorry Mrs. Miffler,'' he mumbles, foot nervously twisting into the ground.

``So you should be.'' She bears little care for the delicate boy despite his age barely pushing into the double-digits. ``I only volunteered so I could spend more time with my sweet little Duncan,'' the woman admits, pushing through the line and pinching her son's cheeks.

Gold fur that shimmers beneath the sun and a tan mane to solidify his regal look, Duncan is built solid and stands much taller than the woman. The lion looks less than enthused by the woman's public affection, shrugging her off with a dismissive grunt. ``Yeah, and I signed up to get a week away from you,'' he scoffs.

The husky runs one paw up and down his own arm, nervously standing in the lengthy line for the slide. ``You could've taken him to his group you know,'' Elliot interrupts the petty argument.

Mother and son turn their attention to him, the woman snidely replying, ``I'm not taking time out of my son's vacation to help someone who shouldn't have gotten lost in the first place.''

Elliot takes the husky by his shoulder, triggering the woman to come storming back towards them. ``Want to go find your troop leader?'' he asks.

Swiping the rabbit's paw off the cub's arm and staring up at him she threatens, ``Touch him again and see what happens.'' Her black claws have extended through the tips of her paws.

``I thought you wanted to be rid of him,'' Duncan intervenes gently prodding his mother in the spine. ``Let Azrael deal with it.''

``You're right Duncan, let that stupid man deal with the problem child,'' she concedes without a fight, turning her nose up at the husky and looking forward towards the front of the line.

``You want to go find him?'' Elliot asks again, hand idly extended, fearful of laying a paw on the boy again. The boy's untamed blue hair flips up and down as he nods slowly, mouth screwed together nervously. ``Do you want to go for a ride on the slide first?'' With another nod and taking hold of the white paw the two make their way to the front of the line. ``Hey, uh, I left his collar up in the hotel room, do you mind giving him a quick ride before we head on back?'' Elliot shows his bracelet to the operator, thankful for the cub's missing band. The grey otter takes a quick scan of the man's wrist to verify the quick-ride status before he stations the husky as the next to proceed upstairs.

Determining where the slide ends takes a moment, the curves and length of the ride looping around a second, more straightforward plunge slightly to the west. Making his way across and out of sight of the lioness and her son, Elliot awaits the nude husky as he splashes into the water. A new man emerges from the chlorinated pool, a broad smile plastered across the husky's muzzle. ``Thank you,'' he says. ``M-my name's Brite.''

``You're very welcome, Brite. I'm Elliot but my kids call me El,'' he replies, ruffling the blue hair and spraying water everywhere. The man's eyes are cast over the cub, taking in a close view of the boy's neat sheath but careful enough to not be caught staring. ``Let's go find your troop leader now.''

Oliver watches over the young cubs and continues to make small talk with their leader Azrael. Having explained how he found the boy lost and alone in the bathroom, he decided to remain nearby to help keep an eye on the wily crew. Not one of these scouts is old enough to be required to wear underwear, making full use of that excuse to roam and swim nude. Careful to keep his crotch pressed against the boundary to prevent showing his arousal, Oliver admires their young forms. Free of inhibitions and with playfully degenerate the cubs flash their behinds and tackle one another in the shallows of the pool.

``So you here with your family or just here to sight-see?'' Azrael slaps a friendly paw onto Oliver's back.

The grey trail stiffens like a board as Oliver stands upright, having subconsciously slouched and begun peering more intently on the boy he'd caught wanking. ``Family vacation,'' he hesitates. ``My fiance said he'd keep an eye on our kids.'' Swallowing a lump in his throat and determining his exit strategy, Oliver is frozen by the paw gripping onto his left arm.

``Oh, that's sweet of him.'' The hyena cosies in, gathering the direction of Oliver's gaze and following it down towards the spotted cub. ``Why don't you enjoy your vacation?'' he asks, leaning forward and pointing out the snow leopard from before.

Jerking away from the man and with a look of disgust Oliver snaps, ``I don't know what you're getting at.''

``Never mind,'' Azrael replies, backing away and avoiding eye-contact.

The tabby relaxes, breathing a lofty sigh of relief. His eyes blur out of focus as he looks beyond the pool without a target to ensure he can't be caught staring again. Glancing at the bracelet and selecting Everette, the computerised voice announces, ``Everette is 400 feet east of your position.''

``Your son?'' the hyena asks.

``Yeah. He can be a bit of a handful. Coupled with his brother they're either all dead or all happy as can be,'' Oliver replies.

``Sounds like you're more the man of the house then.''

``N-no it's nothing like that. Elliot prefers the softer touch for them...'' Oliver trails off in contemplation. After a minute of standing in silence he concludes, ``He really is more like a mother sometimes. Loves baking, is super affectionate and caring, scarily good at psychological torture, spoils the kids, soft white muzzle, wide hips, cute behind.'' He shakes his rigorously to dispel the illusion forming in his mind, Oliver's gaze having wandered back into focus and been drawn to the snow leopard, now striding along the path back towards the two men.

``Some of the scouts really need a firm hand. Like Zach. No dad. Single mother and she's always at work,'' Azrael says. ``Hated scouts but she made him join so she could socialise three days a week.''

``Good thing you're there so kids like him have a good male role model to look up to, right?''

Letting out a mixed laugh and scoff Azrael shrugs away the compliment. ``It has a couple perks.''

``Azzy, I feel sick,'' the boy complains as he finishes his ascent up the ramp towards the troop leader.

``Whereabouts buddy?'' Zach folds his paws across his belly and gives it a few rubs, then his forehead as his eyes swim out of focus. The man reaches and slips his paw onto the cub's slender stomach, caressing it much longer than a concerned carer ought to. ``Did you have something to eat before you got dropped off at the hall this morning?''

The boy's green eyes draw up to the men doting over him. ``M-mhm...'' he hesitates to confess, nodding slightly.

``Do you want to go grab something cool to drink?''

Zach shakes his head slowly and begins to rise and fall on his heels. ``I want to go nap,'' he replies with a yawn and stretch of his limbs, jutting his hips forward as if presenting his sheath to be played with.

``We've all gotta stay together.'' Azrael rests a paw atop the boy's head, applying a few gentle rubs. ``I need to keep an eye on the rest of the boys too.''

Zach directs a paw toward Oliver, shifting his gaze from the hyena to the tabby. ``Can he take me then?'' His eyes flutter in a state of seeming sleeplessness, the bushy tail raising up to drape across his left shoulder to rest his head upon.

``Do you mind?'' Azrael asks, running a paw around the soft round cheeks and evoking quiet mewls.

``Uh, n-not at all,'' Oliver replies and reaches to touch the cub's shoulder. ``I'll go enjoy my vacation then if that's alright?''

Smirking to reveal a set of jagged teeth the man nods and draws his paw away from the cub, clapping a paw against Oliver's shoulder. ``Firm hand,'' he says, winking before he heads towards the pool to collect the rest of the troop.

The journey through the hotel and to the penthouse is exhilarating, Oliver's heart pounding with every brisk step as the boy strides behind. He bites his lip as he presses for the penthouse, scanning the bracelet as it prompts. ``You gonna choose your floor kid?'' he asks, inhaling deeply and focusing on keeping his erection down.

Zach tilts his head to the side, extending a paw for the button to the seventh floor and applying a gentle touch which prompts it to light up. The doors slide apart to reveal the open suite, dozens of cots arranged with only a few feet of empty space between them to accommodate the entire troop. As silently as it opened, the door clamps closed without the cub exiting. ``I thought uh... that I would... join you in your room?'' he suggests, shifting between his feet nervously as the elevator creeps towards the final floor. Approaching the dual penthouse doors Oliver glances at the potential guest, trailing slightly behind. With a nervous gulp Zach runs a paw up through the feline's furry leg and inside the man's underwear. ``Can I?''

Immediately upon breaching the doors Oliver has his arms wrapped around Zach and squeezing the cub's tight behind. He spreads the snow-white and malleable cheeks, dancing a finger across the tender, twitching tunnel entrance. Zach stumbles back, flustered and gasping for air at the man's sudden intensity. The blush burns through his white fur, his erection poking through the end of his sheath with excitement.

Pursuing the cub to the carpet and dragging his tongue along the cub's swelling privates, Oliver's fingers pass over the tight, empty sack. Too young to even produce a drop of pre-cum, the man proceeds to suck the tapered tip lustfully. Every passing moment brings another moan between the pair, the cub's entire shaft being gobbled up into the man's saliva filled maw. Oliver backs away and takes a moment to enjoy the scenery, drool at the sides of his mouth as he removes his underwear, the circumcised shaft springing free. A torrent seeps through the end, Oliver running a paw along his shaft and collecting some of his juices.

Zach is tiny compared to the older feline, towering over him with two drenched fingers proceeding towards his maw. Sucking them greedily with a slew of purrs and excited mewls, the hefty tail waving frantically in delight. Oliver replaces the fingers with his tongue, kissing the cub deeply and laying atop his belly, the man's cock spreading pre-cum all over the boy's white belly as he grinds against the silken fur.

A moment of clarity strikes and Oliver peels away reluctantly, halting the cub's pursuit with a firm paw against the delicate chest and settling to the side on the luxurious blue carpet. His grey tail sweeping over the surface eagerly as he swallows the burning need in his already throbbing erection to ask plainly, ``Virgin?'' The instant the cub's head begins to shake no he resumes the desperate assault on the small muzzle and begins stroking the prepubescent shaft in one paw. The man's erection fully swollen he rubs it against the boy's length, coating it with his pre-cum before shifting his manhood south. Tucked between the cub's thighs Oliver humps along the soft taint, barely touching his tip against the rear entrance.

Out of compulsion Zach separates his legs and moans eagerly. ``M-mister.'' He gulps, eyes wide as the fully developed man's head probes his hole with increasing pressure, the slop of excited hot-dogging filling the air. ``No.'' The boy's sudden reluctance leads to an immediate separation by Oliver, his heart pounding rapidly as his mind fills with dread over the situation. ``Please don't go in dry,'' he pleads, the complete lack of additional lubricant setting him on edge.

A wave of relief washes over the feline father and he relaxes, running his paw through the white hair as he passes by to his son's backpack and takes out a tub of lubricant. ``I was just going to get you warmed up a little first,'' Oliver says as he settles down on the edge of the bed, petting the open space beside him invitingly. Bow-legged and slightly hesitant Zach approaches, Oliver laying back and liberally applying lubricant to his shaft in anticipation. ``How's that guy normally do it? Let you ride at your own pace, or does he give it to you?'' he asks.

``N-normally?'' The snow leopard huffs and stands at the edge of the bed, a stiff prick poking out the end of his sheath as he sets both paws around the adult length to firm it up further. ``I just end up taking it in the closet or toilet,'' he admits as he climbs onto the bed, grinding the shaft between his cheeks and angling the head to meet his entrance.

``Then take your time,'' Oliver replies, a paw settling on the young cub's waist. Despite the recommendation Zach squirms as his anus stretches, the man's almost tapered tip penetrating with ease before the head begins to bulge. The first inch fits with a satisfying pop as the head is sealed inside by the tight walls. Biting his lip intensely from the pure ecstasy of the cub's hole, Oliver grunts and raises his hips slightly, pushing ever deeper to the sound of Zach's intensifying moans. The next steady few inches slip gradually, the bulging centre mass of Oliver's shaft coming up stretching the young boy to his limits as Zach begins to mewl loudly, tearing into the sheets. His hips having already settled back down, any further than the comfortable first three inches have been the cub's determination mixed with gravity. Well past the midway point and with his ass almost flush with Oliver's crotch, Zach finishes the remainder with a triumphant huff as the man's balls are mushed against his entrance.

Comfortably embedded on the adult cock, Zach takes in a deep breath and wriggles his hips. The subtle change drives the young feline into a frenzy, eye twitching as he begins to work the same spot with the man's length drilling into his insides. ``P-please!''

``Yes, fuck yes,'' Oliver grunts, paws firmly gripping Zach's waist as he drives against the cub's prostate. Thrusting harder and harder to the cub's desperate screams of lustful pleasure, Oliver bursts balls deep into the boy's hole, flooding it with several jets of cum and continuing to thrust and grind it further inside.

``Come on, come on!'' Stroking himself in lieu of a helping hand, Zach tenses up suddenly, face contorting to a look of confusion and relief as the pressure built inside his shaft releases with a high pitched moan. The cub's cock twitches and shakes violently in an orgasm whose seed never manifests, and the snow leopard collapses into a heap on Oliver's chest.

The afternoon sun no longer as unbearably blazing as before, the water is considerably clearer and with fewer specimens to admire. Elliot stands casually beside the hyena as his cub companion casually dances around in the water, joined by two other cubs. One a mixed breed sheep and ferret, the other a mouse whose hands repeatedly find their way over the husky's charcoal shoulders. ``I see you've found a way to enjoy your vacation dad.'' Everette wanders up to the rabbit and throws an arm around his waist.

The white feet spring him away from the wall. His black hair is drenched with water and hangs in front of his face, the man's subtle attempt to mask his peeping on the scouts. ``Hey Evan,'' Elliot greets the fox and brushes the hair aside.

``Have you seen dad? Got an itch.'' Everette's slender frame rises and falls with a bored shrug, eyeing the cubs down in the water. ``Which one you reckon sucks best?''

What little colour is visible in Elliot's face drains, concrete pouring through his veins as he falls onto the wall. ``Evan.''

``What? He's fucking one of them at minimum,'' Everette scoffs and directs a dismissive brown paw towards the hyena.

``Everette Trotsky.'' Elliot grits his teeth, his neck slowly grinding until he faces the older man to his right.

Azrael is smiling and nodding slightly, an impressed look about him as the cub recognises him for his truly deviant nature. ``Your kid ain't wrong,'' he confidently remarks. ``Done just about all the boys down there.''

``I know a cub fucker when I see one,'' Everette says with a sly wink. ``Have you seen dad though?''

``Not since he went to pee ages ago. And where's Joey? I thought you guys were going to look after each other.''

``Yeah, and you were going to keep an eye on us as well. Something distract you?''

``Tch.'' Elliot shakes his head and selects the kelpie's name, pressing the button three times.

``Joey is 1,000 feet east of your location,'' the speaker dictates the cub's location.

``Your dad's not a tabby cat is he?'' Azrael interrupts.

Elliot and Everette exchange a nonplussed expression before directing their attention towards the hyena. ``You've met dad then,'' the fox replies. ``Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes, pervert.'' The brown paws patter off quickly in the direction of the bathroom, a trail of wet prints in his wake.

The man's features freeze, mouth slightly agape, his eyes ticking left and right while the rest of his body remains stiff as a board. ``Best get going before that ship sails,'' Elliot remarks, glancing at the multipurpose bracelet, this time serving as a watch.

``I'm supposed to keep an eye on...'' Azrael's finger hangs over the scouts. Each boy splashes about carefree and unrestrained by even a shred of fabric, the water coating them and flattening down the fur offering free vision to every inch of their young forms.

``I'm not going anywhere, I gotta keep an eye out for our other kid,'' Elliot says and waves his paw in the direction of the bathroom. Slouching over the wall once more his gaze returns to the preteen boys, mindful of purposefully drawing his attention elsewhere.

As empty as it had been hours prior, the bathroom plays host to the fox and his deviant would be lover. Resting against the far wall, the cub confidently points into the empty stall. Azrael's eager grin and the bulge in his underwear betray the feigned nervousness matching cautious steps forward. He comfortably settles on the toilet and pulls down the front of his underwear, exposing a dripping erection to the still air.

A smile settles on the cub's face as he follows after, opening his maw wide and swallowing the head while his tongue protrudes further to slather saliva over the rest of the man's length. Everette peels back slowly to inhale the man's scent, met with a small squirt of pre-cum landing amidst the white fur surrounding his maw. Licking around his muzzle he slicks the fur down before applying another liberal coating of saliva around the base of the hyena's shaft.

The grey eyes flutter in and out of vision as he indulges in the skilful tongue exploring every inch. Azrael's hips lift slightly from the seat as he lets out a grunt and settles a paw atop the blonde hair. Clutching the soft locks and grinding his shaft more aggressively across the cub's maw, he proceeds to smear droplets of ecstasy north towards the square glasses, oozing on the much cheaper plastic frames.

Everette spits on the shaft and runs a paw along the side not grinding over his muzzle, tongue worming its way around what it can. ``Fuck,'' the fox curses and pulls away entirely, his stiff cock tenting in his tight white underwear along with a significant wet patch at the tip. Tucking both thumbs inside and dropping the soft cotton briefs to the cold floor, Everette pins the man against the blue tiled wall with a stern paw. ``What, do you get off on being bossed around by a kid?'' he taunts as the man's erection firms up in his grip. The fox settles his ass in Azrael's lap, positioned perfectly to hot-dog it between his soft orange cheeks. A grin is settled on the cub's face as he continues, ``You gonna stick it in me, or do you make those cubs do all the work?''

Azrael stammers, unsure how to respond to the demanding cub but dripping with excitement between the view and sensation of his length gliding between the cub's cheeks. Grasping the plump waist with one paw and directing his cock against the entrance with the other. Following a single fluid thrust and synchronised moan of satisfaction, Everette sinks to the base. ``Oh my god...'' the troop leader gasps, his maw hanging open as he grunts and tightens his grip on the cub's waist.

``That's what I'm talkin' about.'' Everette huffs as he settles at the hilt, hips shifting slightly to accommodate the humanoid shaft settling deep into his insides. ``Older guys always give the best cock,'' he says confidently. Feet planted firmly on the ground Everette lifts himself back to the cusp of the hyena's cock, hole clenched tight and milking every drop of the man's existing pre-cum into his ass. ``Let's see how long you last.'' He sinks back to the base with a delighted moan, reaching below to clutch the burly thighs. Everette closes his eyes, maintaining his assault until they arrive at a comfortable rhythm. The cub leans back, his legs angled up to rest on the top of the toilet, his cock flopping back and forth lazily.

Every other downward thrust Azrael meets it with an upward grind which coaxes the cub to stay embedded on it for a while longer. The hyena growls, hooking his paw beneath the knee and bending it to bring the foot nearer to his mouth to begin sucking on the brown toes. His tongue worms between the soft pads, licking every delicate inch of the soft flesh as Everette's moans fill the stall. ``Normally my boys are begging me to cum by now.''

Everette begins to moan louder, reaching forward and sitting himself up slightly and driving multiple toes into the man's maw. ``I ain't one of your little scouts taking a grown man's cock for the first time,'' he remarks, pulling his foot back and pushing the soaked digits against Azrael's face.

``Keep talking dirty like that and see what happens,'' he mutters, nose beginning to twitch as the edge of his muzzle contorts into a grin that exposes a a set of dagger-like teeth. His breathing quickens as the cub masterfully works the shaft, clenching and easing his elastic ring at perfect intervals. The seat creaks under the constantly shifting motions of their lust, the sound of penetrated insides squelching with copious lubrication. ``Get your ass up.'' Azrael doesn't wait, standing and pushing Everette against the closed door with a firm smack of the cub's rear.

``You're a real kinky fuck, huh?''

Azrael ignores the goading and sets both paws on the soft cheeks, stretching them apart as he bears his chest down against Everette's head and pushes him against the solid wooden door. Half squatting due to their mismatched heights, the man has practically mounted the boy's behind and thrusts down deep to the balls. His legs begin to tremble, fingers clutching the soft fur as he spanks the cub again. ``You're a real naughty boy, you need a proper punishment.'' The hyena's jaw clenches as he verges on the brink of orgasm, teeth chattering as the tight black orbs cling to the balls inside and he groans in orgasm. Multiple strings of cum rope into the cub's behind, including on exit as the hyena falls back onto the seat.

Flashing a smile at the spent man, Everette daintily slides a finger up from the base of the slowly softening shaft to the tip. ``Didn't even manage to make me cum,'' he teases, the cub's stiff uncut length on display. ``Guess I'll have to go bug dad instead.'' Everette squats down to retrieve his underwear, a few drops of cum oozing out of his hole. ``Wanna give me a clean up?'' he asks, spinning on his heel and spreading his cheeks to reveal the soggy wet mess the man had made.

Azrael hesitates and swallows the urge to ravage the exposed entrance with his mouth, shaking his head, instead offering one last gentle smack. ``I don't think I can keep up with a kid like you,'' he admits.

``Guess I'll see you around.'' Everette takes his leave of the stall and enters the next one over to clean up. ``Maybe give you another shot, see if you can't make me cum like one of your scouts too.''

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