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Part 1 of what is ideally 2. (I really want to write more I swear.)", "writing": "Pacing across the room with long strides the man holds a thin black folder in one hand and a black pen in the other, manipulating it around his fingers. The fine wooden desk at the centre of his office is littered with documents, large red crosses through some, while some are marked with red circles surrounding certain words. Neatly piled are a stack in the top left corner bearing his signature at the base, each proposal carefully crafted enough to satisfy him.\n\nTo both his left and right are large windows. One providing a pleasant view of the quiet town while the other overlooks the employees of the manufacturing floor, where dozens of beavers craft wooden components for the assembly team. More than ten percent of the population are under his employ, with even more reliant on the infrastructure built-up by the business. What was an almost abandoned town on the edge of civilization, rejuvenated by harnessing the population and his own ambitions. Producing high-quality, beaver crafted furniture and selling it to wealthy connoisseurs at a premium.\n\nThe constant sound of teeth grinding on wood is a frustrating endeavour for the rabbit to endure, forced to wear earplugs which offer limited reprieve whenever out on the floor. He approaches the window that overlooks town and plants his hands on the sill, admiring the grassy reserve out the front, the late afternoon sun casting the building’s shadow over it. From his peripheral vision he spies a pair of black dogs, a father and son making their way towards the factory. He backs away from the window and settles down into the wooden chair. Much like the desk, on first glance it is pristine, however there are numerous imperfections hidden along the inside preventing it from ever going to sale.\n\nHe looks through the folder and the proposal within, tracing one of his white-furred fingers along the page impatiently. Of the dozen times he’s read through it, whenever he reaches the conclusion he shakes his head and presses his temples. Due to the increasing number of orders, we may be increasing the price of our product by 30% to meet demand. He draws his right hand over his face and peers through the cracks in his fingers at the door, ear twitching first as the handle on the other side starts to move.\n\nThe father and son stand in the open doorway and quickly insert themselves, yanking the door shut behind them to dull the loud sounds outside. “Good afternoon Mr. Allen.” The man exposes his face from behind his paw, messing up the mixture of black and white fur.\n\n“And to you too, Mr. Rochestor,” the canine responds, sliding into one of the empty chairs across the desk. “I take it you know why I’m here.”\n\nThe rabbit slinks back and stares at the roof, his sturdy ears pointing at the window. “I hope not,” he replies before straightening up. His watch sits at quarter to six, almost time to leave.\n\nLetting out a chuckle and dragging his seat closer to the desk, the canine spins the folder around and inspects the pages for signs of a signature. “You don’t agree with the assessment my financial advisers have come up with?”\n\n“Let’s not dick each other here, you’ve been our supplier since the start. Pardon the language,” he replies, pointing out the younger man.\n\n“And I appreciate the business, before you came along our logistics costs were enormous.”\n\n“That’s my point, without me you’d be screwed. It’s why I refused to sign off on this 30% without discussing it in person first. We have a mutually beneficial relationship here.”\n\n“A relationship you’re straining with the orders you’re putting through. We don’t have the employees, that is to cover employee wages to meet what you want.”\n\nThe two men bicker and wave their hands around, cutting one another off mid-sentence for half an hour, detailing their history of dealings and why they each believe the other is attempting to hike or negotiate the price. Over the course of the discussion their formality has devolved from their initial greeting to a first name basis. “Brian listen, I cannot tell you if you should hire another team. Do you want me to march down the street with a bell begging people to stop buying? It won’t work because we’re selling to people hundreds of miles away.”\n\n“Elliot, Elliot, listen to me here. We both have businesses to run. I’ve got an angry bitch at home I’m supposed to take out tonight. I’ve gotta get this guy to the sitter’s.”\n\n“20%. That’s what I know you can do and still make out with an okay profit.” Elliot crosses his arms.\n\n“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours Elliot, be reasonable,” Brian begs and pulls his chair closer to the desk.\n\nThe two men stare across the table, their eyes locked in battle. “22 and a half percent and you can have a deal,” Elliot remarks, drawing closer to the newly negotiated mark of 25.\n\nBrian backs off and shrugs his shoulders, a subconscious nod precedes him as he replies, “Alright. I’ll get that copy written up with the 23%.” He tries to subtly shift the agreement, meeting a glare from the hazel eyes. “Fine, 22.5,” he relents and throws his arms in the air.\n\n“Lucky I didn’t drop it back to the 20% I wanted,” Elliot laughs and unfolds his arms, standing and extending his paw across the table. “I don’t mind looking after Joey, consider it payment for costing you…” he quickly reconsiders reminding his supplier of the lost profit.\n\n“Mind if I pick him up in the morning then? Just bring him here and I’ll swing by on my way out to the office,” Brian replies, his tense shoulders relaxing. The black and red flannel shirt is drenched in sweat following their negotiations and the much warmer air in the office. He begins to stand and scratch his head nervously, looking around the room. Brian clears his throat and snaps his eyes to his slouching son. “Give him a tour of the place,” he continues with a wink and a light smack on the boy’s shoulder. “Give him a taste of the business world.”\n\n“Run home to your wife before she murders you Brian, consider your life the excess,” Elliot laughs and reaches out his hand, firmly grasping the canine’s and shaking.\n\nIn disbelief Joey looks between the two adults, both laughing like nothing has happened. “You looked ready to kill each other a second ago now you’re just letting me stay with him?”\n\n“We’ve known each other for years kiddo, that’s just how business is. Without him I’d have no reason to give you a summer job to afford your games,” Brian replies and tussles the black fur atop his son’s head. “Someone needed to do something with this bloody town. Lord knows the last three mayors had no sense about them.”\n\n“Well if you asked them I was just serving my own business interests becoming mayor.” Elliot rolls his eyes and steps out from behind his desk, approaching the door and holding it open. “Bunch of leeches,” he grumbles, toes curling up on the carpet.\n\nBrian passes by and offers a slight nod as he receives a pat on the back. “I’ll see you both in the morning, I’ll bring the new contract with me when I pick him up,” he says as he treads along the metal walkway, gradually vanishing from view.\n\n“So, we can do the tour or just head home if you want.” Elliot quirks an eyebrow and looks around the deserted facility, aiming one hand after Brian and the other down to the factory floor.\n\n“I thought the tour… never mind.” Joey shakes his head and starts to nod, though his shoulders raise in a shrug. “I’d like that.” Stepping out of the office the boy’s fluffy black tail stays glued to the floor like a broom, wandering the upper level cautiously along the path. He guides himself for the most part, the older man following not far behind to ensure his safety. A sign ignites a spark in his steps as Joey runs forward with his tail wagging, marvelling at the off-limits sign. He waits patiently for Elliot to catch up and grins as the door flings inward. Inside is another work area, this one of circular design as opposed to the individual spaces outside. “Wow…” he gasps and looks up and down in amazement. At the heart protrudes what was once an enormous tree trunk. Only partially completed, the head and ears have been sculpted in the image of the rabbit.\n\n“That is a new… old product,” Elliot remarks. “People have been wanting life-size sculptures, so we’re trying myself before we take a client and screw up,” he explains. “It’s hopefully going to be finished in three or so weeks, assuming they can keep up the pace. Be unveiled in a bit over a month once weatherproofing and all the other stuff is done.”\n\nStill in awe the boy meanders closer and starts to touch the smoothed over tree trunk. “That’s so cool.” Joey spins back around, a wide smile on his face and his tail wagging. “Where’s it going to go?” he asks.\n\nLaughing nervously at the praise Elliot replies, “Maybe out the front, depends if the mayor gives permission. More like the council.” He furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head. “Do you want keep looking around?”\n\n“I think I’m good, you’ve shown dad and I around before,” Joey answers and carefully backs away from the sculpture.\n\n“Let’s head out then.” Elliot begins to usher him out of the room and locks it behind them. Continuing along the main factory floor they pass the toilets and warns, “If you have to pee, go now. It’s a long drive and I’m not pulling over. And if you piss in my car I’m going to bury your nose in it.”\n\nJoey stops in his tracks and hesitates with his next step. “Mm.” He nods and turns on his heel and marches back to the door labelled ‘Men’ and heads inside.\n\nPoised at the entrance Elliot stands with his arms folded, but after a few seconds of contemplation he concedes to his own advice and heads into the bathroom. Spying the boy’s shoes through the gap beneath the stall Elliot steps up to the urinal and undoes his pants. Fishing his cock out from inside his underwear, he pulls it free and holds it for a moment while eyeing the stall door. Sensing no movement, he starts to relax and begins, unable to stop the stream as the door squeaks open and he catches the boy peeking just inside his peripheral vision. Barely managing to finish and shaking the drops of urine off Elliot tucks his length away, swinging around and heading to the sink. As they wash their hands he remarks, “Do you like to watch men pee?”\n\n“No sir,” Joey replies, smiling awkwardly as he dries his hands on his pants.\n\n“You don’t need to lie,” Elliot reassures his guest and begins to rub his shoulders gently.\n\nBringing his arms in close Joey mumbles, “Oh… dad did tell you.”\n\n“What, you’re gay?” Elliot laughs and wipes his hands dry. “I don’t need your father to tell me, because it doesn’t take a genius to see where your eyes wander,” he says.\n\nJoey’s eyes had been drawn to the man’s open fly and the white fabric beyond. He looks away shyly and replies, “Dad said I should…” His eyes draw together in a frown as he continues, “Do it with someone experienced first.”\n\n“That’s perverse, you should do it with whoever you want,” Elliot replies. No matter how coy he tries to be, his eyes are constantly drawn to the open fly and the tent pitching inside. “Do you want to do it with me?”\n\nSwallowing the lump in in his throat and taking a deep breath Joey nods, brazenly reaching through the gap and feeling the wet patch of fabric around the man’s cock. “Do you?”\n\nElliot wets his lips and undoes the button holding his pants up. He casually drops his underwear soon after and the boy retracts his hand. Grasping his cock firmly now, he guides Joey’s paw back up to meet the stiff length. “You can touch it.”\n\nKeeping his head turned to the side, Joey allows his hand to graze the side of the rabbit’s shaft. “Okay.” Elliot’s hips buck on instinct, releasing the cub’s arm to ease his nerves. Joey gently starts to feel the man’s cock twitch under his light and careful strokes, growing excitement causing a prominent bulge in the boy’s jeans.\n\nA smile settles on Elliot’s face as he reaches his right arm out and turns the cub’s head back to face his shaft, keeping it there and offering some light scratches behind the pointed black ears. “It won’t bite.” The quality of rubbing increases dramatically now that Joey is looking, as what were nervous fumbles become exploratory strokes, feeling every inch and grasping the heavy set of balls slumped over the top of the man’s white underwear. Joey draws his hand back to the head and starts to peel the foreskin behind the thick head and the warmth of the cub’s breath spurs Elliot on. “Give it a taste,” he advises.\n\n“Is it… really okay?” Joey’s hesitance returns. However, he brings his face in closer and starts to take in the man’s scent. Afraid to never get a chance like this again he slathers his tongue from the underside of Elliot’s cock, around the cusp of his head, moaning all the while. He finally opens his mouth wide and drags his tongue along the urethra only to recoil from the trace taste of urine mixed with precum. “Bleh, ew,” he complains and spits on the floor.\n\n“Try it again,” Elliot encourages, stroking his length a few times to produce another few drops of precum. Shuffling closer to the cub again he offers his fully erect cock to the quivering lips.\n\nNodding sternly and taking in a deep breath, Joey opens his muzzle wide and wraps his lips halfway down the shaft. He feverishly tongues the dripping end, cleaning up every bead that comes until he can stomach the taste. Elliot squirms under the cub’s excitement, moaning and pulling on the boy’s black hair like a handle. He pries Joey’s mouth from his shaft and the boy snaps his head up in shock. “Did my teeth get in the way?” he asks.\n\n“Nothing like that,” Elliot replies. He gives the boy’s hair another tug backward smiling at the exaggerated gasp Joey makes each time he is pulled away. Gently tracing his finger around the canine’s lips, Elliot penetrates the sealed maw. Each previous effort a mere warm-up, with the rabbit almost forcing his cock into the back of the boy’s throat and holding him in place for a second of bliss in the constricted, warm slippery gullet.\n\nBrown eyes rolled into the back of his head Joey clutches the man’s thighs, eagerly working his tongue over what he can. His eyes rest half-lidded as Elliot slides back into his mouth, having grown accustomed to the taste and feel Joey motions his head back and forth. “Sir, are you close?” he asks saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.\n\nHunched over, Elliot lets out a grunt and straightens himself out, “Mhm.” He starts to worm his foot over Joey’s crotch and massage the cub’s eager bulge. “Open your pants.” Joey doesn’t take a second to have his cock free to be played with, moaning even louder as the foot idly caresses his shaft. Huffing and furrowing his brow Joey pops the man’s cock back into his maw and desperately continues to suck, adding his paw to the mixture and jerking off the last few inches he can’t comfortably suck.\n\nGroaning louder as he nears orgasm and starts pushing down the cub’s throat again Elliot warns, “It’s coming.” Not even a second after getting back there he orgasms. The first throb sends a string of semen directly down Joey’s throat, before he starts to pull out into the boy’s maw, shooting ropes of cum until his balls are empty, and the cub’s mouth is full. Elliot slowly removes his cock, his young guest’s mouth sealed shut and obviously holding onto the cum. Kneeling on the concrete bathroom floor Elliot surrounds the cub’s smaller length with his paw and starts to vigorously stroke. “Swallow.”\n\nJoey gulps down the considerable load and quirks his eyebrows, the taste at least palatable now. He opens his mouth to show his obedience, being met instead with a passionate kiss that causes him to melt. His body shakes with excitement as the man not quite twice his age strokes his cock and provides him his first kiss. Lightning surges through his body as their eyes come to meet and the cub moans loudly, his thighs rubbing together as his cock spurts all over the man’s paw and wrist in the middle of it all. Elliot ends the kiss and licks the back of his paw clean before he offers the remaining cum to its owner, who instantly begins to lick each ribbon up. As the moment wanes Joey lowers his head and pulls his underwear back over his tapered end, eyes trained on the floor. The hand stroking up and down his side offers some comfort in drawing him back to reality.\n\n“Not bad, right?” Elliot gives a few scratches behind and inside the cub’s right ear. “Might need to pee again before we head out,” he laughs and walks to the urinal.\n\nAfter taking a moment to stand up Joey joins him, not nearly as nervous now he begins to pee in open view. “Will you…” he trails off and shakes his head. The pair finish their business and wash up, Elliot wrapping an arm around the boy as they head through the empty factory and out to the car.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Pacing across the room with long strides the man holds a thin black folder in one hand and a black pen in the other, manipulating it around his fingers. The fine wooden desk at the centre of his office is littered with documents, large red crosses through some, while some are marked with red circles surrounding certain words. Neatly piled are a stack in the top left corner bearing his signature at the base, each proposal carefully crafted enough to satisfy him.

To both his left and right are large windows. One providing a pleasant view of the quiet town while the other overlooks the employees of the manufacturing floor, where dozens of beavers craft wooden components for the assembly team. More than ten percent of the population are under his employ, with even more reliant on the infrastructure built-up by the business. What was an almost abandoned town on the edge of civilization, rejuvenated by harnessing the population and his own ambitions. Producing high-quality, beaver crafted furniture and selling it to wealthy connoisseurs at a premium.

The constant sound of teeth grinding on wood is a frustrating endeavour for the rabbit to endure, forced to wear earplugs which offer limited reprieve whenever out on the floor. He approaches the window that overlooks town and plants his hands on the sill, admiring the grassy reserve out the front, the late afternoon sun casting the building’s shadow over it. From his peripheral vision he spies a pair of black dogs, a father and son making their way towards the factory. He backs away from the window and settles down into the wooden chair. Much like the desk, on first glance it is pristine, however there are numerous imperfections hidden along the inside preventing it from ever going to sale.

He looks through the folder and the proposal within, tracing one of his white-furred fingers along the page impatiently. Of the dozen times he’s read through it, whenever he reaches the conclusion he shakes his head and presses his temples. Due to the increasing number of orders, we may be increasing the price of our product by 30% to meet demand. He draws his right hand over his face and peers through the cracks in his fingers at the door, ear twitching first as the handle on the other side starts to move.

The father and son stand in the open doorway and quickly insert themselves, yanking the door shut behind them to dull the loud sounds outside. “Good afternoon Mr. Allen.” The man exposes his face from behind his paw, messing up the mixture of black and white fur.

“And to you too, Mr. Rochestor,” the canine responds, sliding into one of the empty chairs across the desk. “I take it you know why I’m here.”

The rabbit slinks back and stares at the roof, his sturdy ears pointing at the window. “I hope not,” he replies before straightening up. His watch sits at quarter to six, almost time to leave.

Letting out a chuckle and dragging his seat closer to the desk, the canine spins the folder around and inspects the pages for signs of a signature. “You don’t agree with the assessment my financial advisers have come up with?”

“Let’s not dick each other here, you’ve been our supplier since the start. Pardon the language,” he replies, pointing out the younger man.

“And I appreciate the business, before you came along our logistics costs were enormous.”

“That’s my point, without me you’d be screwed. It’s why I refused to sign off on this 30% without discussing it in person first. We have a mutually beneficial relationship here.”

“A relationship you’re straining with the orders you’re putting through. We don’t have the employees, that is to cover employee wages to meet what you want.”

The two men bicker and wave their hands around, cutting one another off mid-sentence for half an hour, detailing their history of dealings and why they each believe the other is attempting to hike or negotiate the price. Over the course of the discussion their formality has devolved from their initial greeting to a first name basis. “Brian listen, I cannot tell you if you should hire another team. Do you want me to march down the street with a bell begging people to stop buying? It won’t work because we’re selling to people hundreds of miles away.”

“Elliot, Elliot, listen to me here. We both have businesses to run. I’ve got an angry bitch at home I’m supposed to take out tonight. I’ve gotta get this guy to the sitter’s.”

“20%. That’s what I know you can do and still make out with an okay profit.” Elliot crosses his arms.

“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours Elliot, be reasonable,” Brian begs and pulls his chair closer to the desk.

The two men stare across the table, their eyes locked in battle. “22 and a half percent and you can have a deal,” Elliot remarks, drawing closer to the newly negotiated mark of 25.

Brian backs off and shrugs his shoulders, a subconscious nod precedes him as he replies, “Alright. I’ll get that copy written up with the 23%.” He tries to subtly shift the agreement, meeting a glare from the hazel eyes. “Fine, 22.5,” he relents and throws his arms in the air.

“Lucky I didn’t drop it back to the 20% I wanted,” Elliot laughs and unfolds his arms, standing and extending his paw across the table. “I don’t mind looking after Joey, consider it payment for costing you…” he quickly reconsiders reminding his supplier of the lost profit.

“Mind if I pick him up in the morning then? Just bring him here and I’ll swing by on my way out to the office,” Brian replies, his tense shoulders relaxing. The black and red flannel shirt is drenched in sweat following their negotiations and the much warmer air in the office. He begins to stand and scratch his head nervously, looking around the room. Brian clears his throat and snaps his eyes to his slouching son. “Give him a tour of the place,” he continues with a wink and a light smack on the boy’s shoulder. “Give him a taste of the business world.”

“Run home to your wife before she murders you Brian, consider your life the excess,” Elliot laughs and reaches out his hand, firmly grasping the canine’s and shaking.

In disbelief Joey looks between the two adults, both laughing like nothing has happened. “You looked ready to kill each other a second ago now you’re just letting me stay with him?”

“We’ve known each other for years kiddo, that’s just how business is. Without him I’d have no reason to give you a summer job to afford your games,” Brian replies and tussles the black fur atop his son’s head. “Someone needed to do something with this bloody town. Lord knows the last three mayors had no sense about them.”

“Well if you asked them I was just serving my own business interests becoming mayor.” Elliot rolls his eyes and steps out from behind his desk, approaching the door and holding it open. “Bunch of leeches,” he grumbles, toes curling up on the carpet.

Brian passes by and offers a slight nod as he receives a pat on the back. “I’ll see you both in the morning, I’ll bring the new contract with me when I pick him up,” he says as he treads along the metal walkway, gradually vanishing from view.

“So, we can do the tour or just head home if you want.” Elliot quirks an eyebrow and looks around the deserted facility, aiming one hand after Brian and the other down to the factory floor.

“I thought the tour… never mind.” Joey shakes his head and starts to nod, though his shoulders raise in a shrug. “I’d like that.” Stepping out of the office the boy’s fluffy black tail stays glued to the floor like a broom, wandering the upper level cautiously along the path. He guides himself for the most part, the older man following not far behind to ensure his safety. A sign ignites a spark in his steps as Joey runs forward with his tail wagging, marvelling at the off-limits sign. He waits patiently for Elliot to catch up and grins as the door flings inward. Inside is another work area, this one of circular design as opposed to the individual spaces outside. “Wow…” he gasps and looks up and down in amazement. At the heart protrudes what was once an enormous tree trunk. Only partially completed, the head and ears have been sculpted in the image of the rabbit.

“That is a new… old product,” Elliot remarks. “People have been wanting life-size sculptures, so we’re trying myself before we take a client and screw up,” he explains. “It’s hopefully going to be finished in three or so weeks, assuming they can keep up the pace. Be unveiled in a bit over a month once weatherproofing and all the other stuff is done.”

Still in awe the boy meanders closer and starts to touch the smoothed over tree trunk. “That’s so cool.” Joey spins back around, a wide smile on his face and his tail wagging. “Where’s it going to go?” he asks.

Laughing nervously at the praise Elliot replies, “Maybe out the front, depends if the mayor gives permission. More like the council.” He furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head. “Do you want keep looking around?”

“I think I’m good, you’ve shown dad and I around before,” Joey answers and carefully backs away from the sculpture.

“Let’s head out then.” Elliot begins to usher him out of the room and locks it behind them. Continuing along the main factory floor they pass the toilets and warns, “If you have to pee, go now. It’s a long drive and I’m not pulling over. And if you piss in my car I’m going to bury your nose in it.”

Joey stops in his tracks and hesitates with his next step. “Mm.” He nods and turns on his heel and marches back to the door labelled ‘Men’ and heads inside.

Poised at the entrance Elliot stands with his arms folded, but after a few seconds of contemplation he concedes to his own advice and heads into the bathroom. Spying the boy’s shoes through the gap beneath the stall Elliot steps up to the urinal and undoes his pants. Fishing his cock out from inside his underwear, he pulls it free and holds it for a moment while eyeing the stall door. Sensing no movement, he starts to relax and begins, unable to stop the stream as the door squeaks open and he catches the boy peeking just inside his peripheral vision. Barely managing to finish and shaking the drops of urine off Elliot tucks his length away, swinging around and heading to the sink. As they wash their hands he remarks, “Do you like to watch men pee?”

“No sir,” Joey replies, smiling awkwardly as he dries his hands on his pants.

“You don’t need to lie,” Elliot reassures his guest and begins to rub his shoulders gently.

Bringing his arms in close Joey mumbles, “Oh… dad did tell you.”

“What, you’re gay?” Elliot laughs and wipes his hands dry. “I don’t need your father to tell me, because it doesn’t take a genius to see where your eyes wander,” he says.

Joey’s eyes had been drawn to the man’s open fly and the white fabric beyond. He looks away shyly and replies, “Dad said I should…” His eyes draw together in a frown as he continues, “Do it with someone experienced first.”

“That’s perverse, you should do it with whoever you want,” Elliot replies. No matter how coy he tries to be, his eyes are constantly drawn to the open fly and the tent pitching inside. “Do you want to do it with me?”

Swallowing the lump in in his throat and taking a deep breath Joey nods, brazenly reaching through the gap and feeling the wet patch of fabric around the man’s cock. “Do you?”

Elliot wets his lips and undoes the button holding his pants up. He casually drops his underwear soon after and the boy retracts his hand. Grasping his cock firmly now, he guides Joey’s paw back up to meet the stiff length. “You can touch it.”

Keeping his head turned to the side, Joey allows his hand to graze the side of the rabbit’s shaft. “Okay.” Elliot’s hips buck on instinct, releasing the cub’s arm to ease his nerves. Joey gently starts to feel the man’s cock twitch under his light and careful strokes, growing excitement causing a prominent bulge in the boy’s jeans.

A smile settles on Elliot’s face as he reaches his right arm out and turns the cub’s head back to face his shaft, keeping it there and offering some light scratches behind the pointed black ears. “It won’t bite.” The quality of rubbing increases dramatically now that Joey is looking, as what were nervous fumbles become exploratory strokes, feeling every inch and grasping the heavy set of balls slumped over the top of the man’s white underwear. Joey draws his hand back to the head and starts to peel the foreskin behind the thick head and the warmth of the cub’s breath spurs Elliot on. “Give it a taste,” he advises.

“Is it… really okay?” Joey’s hesitance returns. However, he brings his face in closer and starts to take in the man’s scent. Afraid to never get a chance like this again he slathers his tongue from the underside of Elliot’s cock, around the cusp of his head, moaning all the while. He finally opens his mouth wide and drags his tongue along the urethra only to recoil from the trace taste of urine mixed with precum. “Bleh, ew,” he complains and spits on the floor.

“Try it again,” Elliot encourages, stroking his length a few times to produce another few drops of precum. Shuffling closer to the cub again he offers his fully erect cock to the quivering lips.

Nodding sternly and taking in a deep breath, Joey opens his muzzle wide and wraps his lips halfway down the shaft. He feverishly tongues the dripping end, cleaning up every bead that comes until he can stomach the taste. Elliot squirms under the cub’s excitement, moaning and pulling on the boy’s black hair like a handle. He pries Joey’s mouth from his shaft and the boy snaps his head up in shock. “Did my teeth get in the way?” he asks.

“Nothing like that,” Elliot replies. He gives the boy’s hair another tug backward smiling at the exaggerated gasp Joey makes each time he is pulled away. Gently tracing his finger around the canine’s lips, Elliot penetrates the sealed maw. Each previous effort a mere warm-up, with the rabbit almost forcing his cock into the back of the boy’s throat and holding him in place for a second of bliss in the constricted, warm slippery gullet.

Brown eyes rolled into the back of his head Joey clutches the man’s thighs, eagerly working his tongue over what he can. His eyes rest half-lidded as Elliot slides back into his mouth, having grown accustomed to the taste and feel Joey motions his head back and forth. “Sir, are you close?” he asks saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Hunched over, Elliot lets out a grunt and straightens himself out, “Mhm.” He starts to worm his foot over Joey’s crotch and massage the cub’s eager bulge. “Open your pants.” Joey doesn’t take a second to have his cock free to be played with, moaning even louder as the foot idly caresses his shaft. Huffing and furrowing his brow Joey pops the man’s cock back into his maw and desperately continues to suck, adding his paw to the mixture and jerking off the last few inches he can’t comfortably suck.

Groaning louder as he nears orgasm and starts pushing down the cub’s throat again Elliot warns, “It’s coming.” Not even a second after getting back there he orgasms. The first throb sends a string of semen directly down Joey’s throat, before he starts to pull out into the boy’s maw, shooting ropes of cum until his balls are empty, and the cub’s mouth is full. Elliot slowly removes his cock, his young guest’s mouth sealed shut and obviously holding onto the cum. Kneeling on the concrete bathroom floor Elliot surrounds the cub’s smaller length with his paw and starts to vigorously stroke. “Swallow.”

Joey gulps down the considerable load and quirks his eyebrows, the taste at least palatable now. He opens his mouth to show his obedience, being met instead with a passionate kiss that causes him to melt. His body shakes with excitement as the man not quite twice his age strokes his cock and provides him his first kiss. Lightning surges through his body as their eyes come to meet and the cub moans loudly, his thighs rubbing together as his cock spurts all over the man’s paw and wrist in the middle of it all. Elliot ends the kiss and licks the back of his paw clean before he offers the remaining cum to its owner, who instantly begins to lick each ribbon up. As the moment wanes Joey lowers his head and pulls his underwear back over his tapered end, eyes trained on the floor. The hand stroking up and down his side offers some comfort in drawing him back to reality.

“Not bad, right?” Elliot gives a few scratches behind and inside the cub’s right ear. “Might need to pee again before we head out,” he laughs and walks to the urinal.

After taking a moment to stand up Joey joins him, not nearly as nervous now he begins to pee in open view. “Will you…” he trails off and shakes his head. The pair finish their business and wash up, Elliot wrapping an arm around the boy as they head through the empty factory and out to the car.
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