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Elliot turns the key in the ignition and begins to pull away from the factory, eyes constantly scanning the road or checking the mirrors.\n\nThe main street is still overburdened with traffic even at 6pm, though it holds the only way into or out of town without going 25 kilometers east or west over mostly dirt road. Despite his greatest contribution to the town being to double the width of the bridge, the influx of out-of-towners using it to go over the mountains almost amounted to a loss in terms of traffic, despite proving itself a boon to the town’s local restaurateurs.\n\nStaring out the window at the slow-moving traffic with a smile on his face, Joey takes in the sight of the sun’s last gasp before it vanishes through the trees. One sharp tooth hangs over his bottom lip, the white enamel glaring against the black tone. He presses his head against the window, fur draping over his brown eyes as he begins daydreaming. Soon the sound of cars and traffic wanes as once they have crossed the bridge they turn right, taking the scenic route for its lack of congestion.\n\nSo far removed from civilization, the speed limits are hardly enforced allowing the journey to be made in a fraction of the time. Around bends and further into nowhere, they arrive at a single-story house, the approach spans an acre of grass with a driveway splitting it down the middle. Elliot reaches across the car and knocks on his guest’s head, unwittingly stirring the boy.\n\nJoey awakens to a shock, swinging his head around frantically before he remembers what is going on. He rests back against the window, fumbling for the handle to let himself out. “It’s so… small,” Joey says as he finally takes in the house, shutting the car door in his brief silence. “You could fit like, a mansion here and nobody would rob you.”\n\nA frown crosses Elliot’s face as he slams his door closed and locks the car. “Why would I build a mansion?\n\nNobody else lives here,” he replies, walking to the front of the car and admiring the view. Surrounded by trees on all sides besides the flat acre in front, the sounds of nature gathering at the empty space. “Besides, your place isn’t much bigger.” Elliot pushes off the car bonnet and heads up the three steps leading to the verandah and front door. The handle clicks open and the entryway is sparsely decorated but for a table and two rows of hooks for the dozen sets of keys he produces from his pockets and carefully hangs. His eyes widen with horror as he places the factory door set, realization setting in that he hadn’t locked the front-most door. There’s a twitch of his hand as he steps away; to enter otherwise still requires a card or someone attending reception to let you inside unless the door is manually locked.\n\n“Erm… so what are we going to do?” Joey asks, still standing in the doorway and taking in his surroundings.\n\n“There’s a television in there, knock yourself out,” Elliot answers and continues down the hallway, turning right into the study. He slouches into the padded office-chair and plants his face on the pile of papers covering the desk, a far cry from the neatly organized setting of his work office. To his right is a wall lined with books ranging from accounting to zoology, some worn from constant referencing while most are there to fill space. Left of the desk is a cork-board with dates and times pinned up, prices and red lines through untenable offers. The man raises his head from his desk and begins to sketch lines on a blank sheet of paper to fool himself into being productive. It all blurs together eventually into an ornate looking table design, featuring smooth edges and rounded feet.\n\nDespite the underwhelming nature of the man’s house, in the living room Joey perks up and begins to marvel at the projector screen covering the wall. He switches on the television and smiles from ear to ear as it displays larger than he’d ever imagined. Parking his rear end on the leather recliner and lifting the leg-rest, Joey relaxes until he is laying almost flat. On screen there’s a cartoon starring an orange fox and a brown wolf, subtitles come and go across the bottom of the screen but don’t match up with what is being spoken. The feeling of contentment begins to wane after an hour spent plastered to the couch in relative silence, gradually building to discomfort as the realization of his boredom sets in.\n\nWith a huff Joey kicks out of the seat and proceeds into the study where he finds his sitter passed out and drooling on the desk. “You were supposed to be looking after me, weren’t you?” he asks, reaching across and giving one of the black ears a tug.\n\nStartled awake Elliot’s ears fling upward and he quickly wipes his mouth dry. “Hm? Yeah, sorry. I…” He points at the blank sheet of paper and slumps back down. “Dammit I was having the best-” He pulls away the top sheet and uncovers the original sketch he had drawn, nodding happily. “What do you want?” Elliot wipes his misty eyes and presses into the cushioning of the seat, stretching his arms out and cracking his knuckles.\n\n“There’s nothing to do, at least at the actual babysitter’s I’d be able to play a game or something,” Joey complains. “Or at least have someone to talk to!”\n\nElliot slowly turns his head from side to side, cracking it in each direction before he brings himself to stand. “Don’t yell.” The giant shadow cast on the wall behind him makes his ears look like horns, adding to the almost sinister tone. Resting back on the balls of his feet with a sigh, the rabbit loses any threatening semblance, barely a full foot taller than the teenager at a more casual stance. Elliot walks out from behind the desk and folds his arms around his guest, seemingly frightened by the moment of frustration. “Look at these, yelling hurts,” he explains and guides one of Joey’s paws up to touch it. “Small ears,” he continues in a condescending manner as he makes the boy touch his own.\n\n“Sorry…” Joey whispers an apology. An arm still wrapped behind him, Joey nuzzles into the man’s chest and enjoys the closeness. As he pulls away he notices the board and asks, “Where are you going?”\n\n“Nowhere if things don’t slow down,” Elliot answers and backs up to his desk, touching the photo frame bearing an image of a grey feline and a fox. “Want to see my friend and my nephew.” He turns the frame around with a solemn sigh.\n\n“He’s cute,” Joey replies, pointing at the orange fox. “What’s up with the fifty’s get-up on this guy?” He moves his finger over to the grey tabby.\n\n“He always looks like that,” Elliot laughs and turns the photo back to him. “What’d you want to do? Eat? Play something? There’s, um…” After isolating himself since arriving home he heads into the living room and begins to unpack console boxes from the cabinet.\n\n“You have all of them just put away?”\n\n“They’re for my nephew. As I said, haven’t seen him in a while,” he grumbles and plugs the console in, bringing the spare HDMI cable into the back and transferring the screen over to the proper television.\n\n“What about dinner?” Joey sits down on the carpet and picks up the controller.\n\n“My dick,” Elliot replies. The boy’s eyes light up for a moment before the man continues, “I can order some pizza, or I can cook. Please say pizza it’s been a long week.”\n\nPoking his tongue out and licking his lips enticingly Joey perks up. “What about the first thing? Was that an option?”\n\n“I’m hungry too, we can’t both eat that.” Elliot swats the teenager’s nose and settles back on the couch, covering his face with his paw and watching his guest through the gap in his fingers.\n\nJoey turns around and shuffles all the way back to the couch, sitting beside his sitter. “Pizza I guess.” He shrugs and wriggles in close to the man.\n\nShifting uncomfortably around and pulling the phone free from his pocket Elliot taps the screen a few times, frowning as his guest pushes even closer into his chest. “What sort?”\n\n“All meats, cheese, and sauce,” Joey replies and rests his head under the man’s chin, twisted to face the television as he controls a lone wolf across some open plains. His persistence does not go unnoticed as a bulge presses against the base of his tail. “Ah, are you sure I can’t have that instead?” he moans, dropping the control and feeling behind him.\n\nGrasping the boy by his waist and turning him over Elliot bites down on the teenager’s beady black nose. “We’ll get halfway through and dinner will be here and then nobody will be happy.”\n\n“Do it quick like at the factory.” The desperation in Joey’s voice grows with the arching of his back as he works open the man’s pants. His tail flicks around excitedly as he kneads the obvious bulge, eventually peeling the underwear away from the sticky cock. “Oh…” he sounds disappointed as he realizes that it is hardly erect. Joey dips his head down regardless and begins to lick and suck the tip clean, inhaling the scent of sweat and cum as he noses around the rabbit’s ballsack. No progress is made in arousing the man, so the boy brings his face up and wipes his nose. “I thought you liked it,” he mumbles, turning away in shame.\n\nElliot grasps his jaw and turns him around, tracing his paws to the boy’s lips and encouraging him closer. “We have plenty of time.” He pressed their lips together and manhandles Joey’s body in closer, grinding their covered privates. Elliot plants one hand on the back of his guest’s head and proceeds to kiss him with increasing passion, lips slapping together and manipulating around the other, the occasional gentle nip of the canine’s bottom lip. Spittle dangles between their lips in the moments taken to catch breath. Each time the pair break the intensity grows. Elliot’s grip tightens on the boy’s hair, their tongues sloppily meeting and worming around one another.\n\nJoey holds his brown eyes closed through it all, losing trace of everything. His actions mimic the man’s though with less deftness, grasping onto the back of the man’s head and sliding his fingers through the hair. A whimper escapes and his eyes open as pressure lifts from his skull, Elliot having moved his hands to his waist to remove Joey’s white t-shirt and throw it aside. A pitched squeak escapes the cub as his nipples are tweaked and his ass is firmly squeezed. The cub starts to shake and moan with each passing second, tail frantically wagging. Elliot’s ears prick up as the sound of a car approaching down the driveway becomes clearer, grinding their loins ever more feverishly as the stain of precum expands. Joey gasps for air and latches onto the man as he orgasms, the semen dripping through his jeans and underwear in small globs as he moans louder.\n\nThe crash of a door being shut signals the urgent end of their fun as Elliot carefully slips from under his exhausted lover. He fixes his pants closed, trying hard to go soft in the six steps to the front door before he opens it. “Good evening Roger,” he greets the boy wearing a delivery man’s outfit.\n\n“Good evening Mr. Rochestor,” the Doberman replies with a smile, extending an arm holding two boxes of pizza. “Who is tonight’s guest?” he asks with a sly wink as he attempts to look beyond the man blocking his path.\n\n“I’m babysitting Brian’s son,” Elliot answers sharply.\n\n“A shame. I’m free if you want some proper company for a while,” Roger adds with a graze of the arm.\n\n“It’s fine.” Taking the pizza and hauling it to the table just inside Elliot returns to the door with his wallet and tosses the money on the verandah. “Pick it up, filthy minded mutt,” he remarks, grinning as the delivery boy bends forward shaking his ass. Closing the door and rolling his eyes after briefly entertaining the flamboyant teenager Elliot carries the pizza to the dining room.\n\nJoey enters the dining room and sits down, quickly stuffing a slice of pizza in his mouth. “He could’ve stayed a bit, if you wanted him to,” he comments, mashed food stuck to his teeth. Elliot’s fixed gaze on him shrinks all his confidence as he gulps down a glass of water and hides up to his shoulders behind the table.\n\n“I’d rather eat glass than spend twenty minutes with him,” he replies before eating a slice of vegetarian pizza. “One time and now whenever I get pizza he bugs me.” Elliot shakes his head and turns back to the refrigerator, pulling a can of soda out and resting it on the table for his guest. “Be careful.” \n\nBefore Elliot can finish Joey has cracked the top and sprayed cola all over himself and the table. “Uh… whoops.” The boy places the open can back on the table and shuffles back, pants and fur soaked with the soon to be sticky mess, the black fur on his chest and stomach already clumping together.\n\n“Finish eating then go shower.” Elliot unravels a roll of paper towel and begins to pat down the wet surfaces, wiping his paws dry when he’s done.\n\nThe moment he’s finished eating the next slice Joey slides from his chair and looks himself over. “Where?”\n\n“Last door on the left,” Elliot sighs. “Give me your pants so I can wash them.”\n\n“Mhm!” The cub is naked in a flash including his cum-stained underwear. The boy’s outfit is bundled together and thrown in the washing machine with Elliot’s messy work clothes. On the edge of falling asleep he slumps across the sofa and resumes watching television. In the shower Joey runs his claws through his jet-black fur, pulling out the knots of his fur before he continues to wash himself under the scalding water. Paying careful attention to his privates Joey bends over and hoists his tail up, scrubbing his rear with soap until it’s pristine and pink after going before getting in the shower. He fondles his flaccid cock and sheath, wiping around the entrance and cleaning the dried semen off following their earlier stint on the couch. Fur still damp from head to toe but clean to the flesh after a thirty-minute shower Joey leaves the moist confines of the bathroom, a towel hanging around his waist.\n\n“What were you doing?” Elliot asks as the cub appears back in the living room.\n\n“Showering?” Joey sits on the couch, laying back over the rabbit’s stomach. “I have no clothes.” His nodding flicks a few drops of water onto the adult who is casually running a paw up and down his back.\n\n“What a shame,” Elliot comments, stopping at the knot in the towel and undoing it. It doesn’t take long for Joey to understand as he stands up and drops the soft white towel to the carpet and lays adjacent to the man, their dicks touching without any interference.\n\nThey resume their passionate kissing, Elliot tweezing his guest’s nipples to evoke a sweet moan of pleasure from the cub’s tender lips. Joey holds their erect cocks together and fumbles with the foreskin, peeling it down before using his tapered end to massage around the cusp of Elliot’s shaft, smearing his own precum on the man’s length. His tail rests draped over the side of the couch but perks up as a paw begins to feel around his cheeks, squeezing the soft pillows and spreading the right cheek away from the left before allowing them to return to normal. Joey’s breathing quickens as a finger starts to press against his entrance, the sensation of pressure and his eagerness leading him to bring one leg over the man’s waist to keep his hole exposed and free to be played with.\n\nA content sigh escapes Elliot as he breaks the kiss and begins to focus on the cub’s rear, wiggling a lone finger against the hole. The space on the sofa between their cocks is saturated with a combination of their pre-cum as it drips out and pools together. “You want to suck me off again?” His tone borders on hypnotic as Joey nods frantically and rolls off the couch to more easily reach the man’s cock, slurping and dragging his tongue all around as he cleans up their fluids. Elliot begins to turn onto his back and pets his chest. “Come up here like.”\n\nJoey assumes the requested position as he’s seen a hundred times in porn, swallowing the man’s cock while presenting his own to be sucked. Pulling the cub’s stiff length back to his mouth and sucking the end for a moment to enjoy the youthful taste, Elliot soon removes the boy’s length to bring his prize closer. Stopping sucking in anticipation for what’s coming, Joey squirms as the tongue meets his hole and slides between his cheeks. His tail wags rapidly with excitement as he pushes himself onto the slippery appendage.\n\nGrasping the cub by the thighs and bringing him snugly to his muzzle Elliot plants his lips against Joey’s asshole and molds his lips around it, tonguing it almost like he had been kissing him before. Chest heaving Joey returns his mouth to the rabbit’s dripping cock and swallows the fluids, licking around the cusp and sucking the head. The pressure builds against his entrance again. But this time doesn’t end ease, Elliot forcefully pushing his tongue through the ring and worming his tongue around Joey’s insides. The cub paws at his lover’s loins and moans unashamed, “Fuck me, fuck me please.”\n\nIgnoring the desperate pleading Elliot works his tongue deeper and deeper before retracting it and resuming licking the outer ring. He finally acknowledges the cub’s consistent whining, wetting his finger and beginning to insert it further than his tongue could hope to reach. “You need some stretching first,” Elliot replies. “And I’m going to need more lubrication from you.” He brings his left paw down to his unattended cock and begins to stroke it and raise his hips invitingly. After holding the index finger to the knuckle and using it to worm and pressure against the boy’s walls, Elliot removes it. Sucking his middle and index finger too now, both to lubricate and taste the cub’s preparedness, he inserts both digits carefully.\n\nJoey forces his hips back in hopes of something more, sucking as best he can to coat the rabbit’s shaft from tip to balls with saliva. “Please don’t tell me you’re teasing…” he begs, looking over his shoulder, the innocent eyes pleading for a proper fucking.\n\nElliot again removes his fingers and realigns his mouth, resuming his oral exploration a bit more fervently now. His tongue twirls and laps at the walls of the cub’s anus while his lips pucker and meet the rim. As the blowjob resumes and he grows closer to orgasm Elliot finally pries his mouth away and spreads the cheeks, thrusting the same two fingers in and out repeatedly to stretch Joey’s rear as wide as he wants. “Get up and bend over the couch right now.”\n\n“Yes sir!” The canine leaps off, followed by the rabbit who pushes him down over the arm of the couch. Kneeling and running his fingers over the cub’s dangling sack, Elliot sucks the two pubescent orbs and shifts them around with his tongue. Dangling his feet in the air Joey stiffens like a board as one is grasped and met with the wet cock, precum being smeared over his sensitive pads and through his soft fur before the space between his two biggest toes are sloppily humped between. Elliot abandons the foot and returns both paws to the cub’s rear-end swirling a finger from each around the hole teasingly. Raising his head up from between Joey’s thighs the rabbit draws a circle with his tongue inside the entrance, spits on it and pushes that saliva in with a thumb.\n\nStanding now with a thoroughly dripping cock jutting from his pelvis and a well lubricated and stretched hole before him, Elliot sets his partner’s feet firmly on the carpet while bringing his paws to separate the boy’s cheeks. Shuffling forward an inch and bending his knees slightly to match the height of Joey’s eager end, Elliot presses his tip against the tight hole and moves his paws back to the cub’s waist. With a stomp on the floor and a desperate moan Joey tries to push his way onto it, meeting an equal pressure forward as the man obliges. “Fuck!” Realization starts to settle in. Joey’s toes curl as his ass stretches further than it was prepared.\n\nAs Joey grinds himself into the arm of the couch in effect to ease the transition, he meets an increasingly firm grip on his waist. “Hold still,” Elliot says calmly. The slow taking of his virginity is completed with an audible pop as the head pushes in. Tail flailing and legs fidgeting below Joey moans into the couch cushions. Not going any further ahead Elliot pulls his paw away and massages the top of Joey’s head gently. “Stop or keep going?” he asks, teasing himself just inside the cub’s rear, pulling the head free and then popping it back inside.\n\n“I don’t… I don’t know,” Joey replies between gasps and moans.\n\n“You just fit the thickest part. Just have to go deeper now.”\n\nJoey hoists his head up and nods, reaching behind and spreading his cheeks permissibly. “Mhm… please.”\n\nWasting no more time, Elliot starts to push further along. Bearing his weight on the boy’s behind as he perks onto the ends of his feet and thrusts to the base quickly. Jerking around but unable or unwilling to stop it Joey furthers his arm back onto the man’s rear and tries to get it harder. Leaning forward and breathing down the cub’s neck Elliot continues to rock his hips back and forth, his white sack slapping against Joey’s pink ring lodged as deep as possible. Manipulating the boy’s head to face him Elliot proceeds to assault both ends, drawing his cock part of the way out and slapping it back in to derive an enthusiastic moan from Joey’s maw. “You’re mine,” Elliot grunts between kisses, clutching the boy in tightly and grinning as the cub’s brown eyes widen.\n\nThe feeling of fluids going in is alarming but the knowledge of what it is excites him. Joey nods eagerly and licks his lips upon the kiss being broken. “I’ll be good!” he moans and bucks back, semen flooding his insides as he continues to be pounded into the arm of the sofa. His eyes wane as exhaustion sets in, cumming onto the sofa and constricting his ass even tighter.\n\nStarting to pull back onto his feet Elliot keeps himself embedded at the head in his guest’s thoroughly used hole. Still semi-hard he stuffs his cock back to the base with a squelch, lining his cum against the walls before finally removing his length. Ass still raised in the air the semen can barely make its way out, the cub’s hole glazed over with the last few drops of cum Elliot had smeared over it. “Let me call your dad and see if you can stay tomorrow and the weekend, you’ve still got a lot more of the factory to see.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "After a quick walk through the factory and outside, the men approach the solitary black car in the parking lot stationed by the front door. With a press of a button the doors unlock and they each step into their respective seats as passenger and driver. The windows are tinted dark enough to prevent even the most up-close views from seeing inside, however looking out is as clear as day. Elliot turns the key in the ignition and begins to pull away from the factory, eyes constantly scanning the road or checking the mirrors.

The main street is still overburdened with traffic even at 6pm, though it holds the only way into or out of town without going 25 kilometers east or west over mostly dirt road. Despite his greatest contribution to the town being to double the width of the bridge, the influx of out-of-towners using it to go over the mountains almost amounted to a loss in terms of traffic, despite proving itself a boon to the town’s local restaurateurs.

Staring out the window at the slow-moving traffic with a smile on his face, Joey takes in the sight of the sun’s last gasp before it vanishes through the trees. One sharp tooth hangs over his bottom lip, the white enamel glaring against the black tone. He presses his head against the window, fur draping over his brown eyes as he begins daydreaming. Soon the sound of cars and traffic wanes as once they have crossed the bridge they turn right, taking the scenic route for its lack of congestion.

So far removed from civilization, the speed limits are hardly enforced allowing the journey to be made in a fraction of the time. Around bends and further into nowhere, they arrive at a single-story house, the approach spans an acre of grass with a driveway splitting it down the middle. Elliot reaches across the car and knocks on his guest’s head, unwittingly stirring the boy.

Joey awakens to a shock, swinging his head around frantically before he remembers what is going on. He rests back against the window, fumbling for the handle to let himself out. “It’s so… small,” Joey says as he finally takes in the house, shutting the car door in his brief silence. “You could fit like, a mansion here and nobody would rob you.”

A frown crosses Elliot’s face as he slams his door closed and locks the car. “Why would I build a mansion?

Nobody else lives here,” he replies, walking to the front of the car and admiring the view. Surrounded by trees on all sides besides the flat acre in front, the sounds of nature gathering at the empty space. “Besides, your place isn’t much bigger.” Elliot pushes off the car bonnet and heads up the three steps leading to the verandah and front door. The handle clicks open and the entryway is sparsely decorated but for a table and two rows of hooks for the dozen sets of keys he produces from his pockets and carefully hangs. His eyes widen with horror as he places the factory door set, realization setting in that he hadn’t locked the front-most door. There’s a twitch of his hand as he steps away; to enter otherwise still requires a card or someone attending reception to let you inside unless the door is manually locked.

“Erm… so what are we going to do?” Joey asks, still standing in the doorway and taking in his surroundings.

“There’s a television in there, knock yourself out,” Elliot answers and continues down the hallway, turning right into the study. He slouches into the padded office-chair and plants his face on the pile of papers covering the desk, a far cry from the neatly organized setting of his work office. To his right is a wall lined with books ranging from accounting to zoology, some worn from constant referencing while most are there to fill space. Left of the desk is a cork-board with dates and times pinned up, prices and red lines through untenable offers. The man raises his head from his desk and begins to sketch lines on a blank sheet of paper to fool himself into being productive. It all blurs together eventually into an ornate looking table design, featuring smooth edges and rounded feet.

Despite the underwhelming nature of the man’s house, in the living room Joey perks up and begins to marvel at the projector screen covering the wall. He switches on the television and smiles from ear to ear as it displays larger than he’d ever imagined. Parking his rear end on the leather recliner and lifting the leg-rest, Joey relaxes until he is laying almost flat. On screen there’s a cartoon starring an orange fox and a brown wolf, subtitles come and go across the bottom of the screen but don’t match up with what is being spoken. The feeling of contentment begins to wane after an hour spent plastered to the couch in relative silence, gradually building to discomfort as the realization of his boredom sets in.

With a huff Joey kicks out of the seat and proceeds into the study where he finds his sitter passed out and drooling on the desk. “You were supposed to be looking after me, weren’t you?” he asks, reaching across and giving one of the black ears a tug.

Startled awake Elliot’s ears fling upward and he quickly wipes his mouth dry. “Hm? Yeah, sorry. I…” He points at the blank sheet of paper and slumps back down. “Dammit I was having the best-” He pulls away the top sheet and uncovers the original sketch he had drawn, nodding happily. “What do you want?” Elliot wipes his misty eyes and presses into the cushioning of the seat, stretching his arms out and cracking his knuckles.

“There’s nothing to do, at least at the actual babysitter’s I’d be able to play a game or something,” Joey complains. “Or at least have someone to talk to!”

Elliot slowly turns his head from side to side, cracking it in each direction before he brings himself to stand. “Don’t yell.” The giant shadow cast on the wall behind him makes his ears look like horns, adding to the almost sinister tone. Resting back on the balls of his feet with a sigh, the rabbit loses any threatening semblance, barely a full foot taller than the teenager at a more casual stance. Elliot walks out from behind the desk and folds his arms around his guest, seemingly frightened by the moment of frustration. “Look at these, yelling hurts,” he explains and guides one of Joey’s paws up to touch it. “Small ears,” he continues in a condescending manner as he makes the boy touch his own.

“Sorry…” Joey whispers an apology. An arm still wrapped behind him, Joey nuzzles into the man’s chest and enjoys the closeness. As he pulls away he notices the board and asks, “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere if things don’t slow down,” Elliot answers and backs up to his desk, touching the photo frame bearing an image of a grey feline and a fox. “Want to see my friend and my nephew.” He turns the frame around with a solemn sigh.

“He’s cute,” Joey replies, pointing at the orange fox. “What’s up with the fifty’s get-up on this guy?” He moves his finger over to the grey tabby.

“He always looks like that,” Elliot laughs and turns the photo back to him. “What’d you want to do? Eat? Play something? There’s, um…” After isolating himself since arriving home he heads into the living room and begins to unpack console boxes from the cabinet.

“You have all of them just put away?”

“They’re for my nephew. As I said, haven’t seen him in a while,” he grumbles and plugs the console in, bringing the spare HDMI cable into the back and transferring the screen over to the proper television.

“What about dinner?” Joey sits down on the carpet and picks up the controller.

“My dick,” Elliot replies. The boy’s eyes light up for a moment before the man continues, “I can order some pizza, or I can cook. Please say pizza it’s been a long week.”

Poking his tongue out and licking his lips enticingly Joey perks up. “What about the first thing? Was that an option?”

“I’m hungry too, we can’t both eat that.” Elliot swats the teenager’s nose and settles back on the couch, covering his face with his paw and watching his guest through the gap in his fingers.

Joey turns around and shuffles all the way back to the couch, sitting beside his sitter. “Pizza I guess.” He shrugs and wriggles in close to the man.

Shifting uncomfortably around and pulling the phone free from his pocket Elliot taps the screen a few times, frowning as his guest pushes even closer into his chest. “What sort?”

“All meats, cheese, and sauce,” Joey replies and rests his head under the man’s chin, twisted to face the television as he controls a lone wolf across some open plains. His persistence does not go unnoticed as a bulge presses against the base of his tail. “Ah, are you sure I can’t have that instead?” he moans, dropping the control and feeling behind him.

Grasping the boy by his waist and turning him over Elliot bites down on the teenager’s beady black nose. “We’ll get halfway through and dinner will be here and then nobody will be happy.”

“Do it quick like at the factory.” The desperation in Joey’s voice grows with the arching of his back as he works open the man’s pants. His tail flicks around excitedly as he kneads the obvious bulge, eventually peeling the underwear away from the sticky cock. “Oh…” he sounds disappointed as he realizes that it is hardly erect. Joey dips his head down regardless and begins to lick and suck the tip clean, inhaling the scent of sweat and cum as he noses around the rabbit’s ballsack. No progress is made in arousing the man, so the boy brings his face up and wipes his nose. “I thought you liked it,” he mumbles, turning away in shame.

Elliot grasps his jaw and turns him around, tracing his paws to the boy’s lips and encouraging him closer. “We have plenty of time.” He pressed their lips together and manhandles Joey’s body in closer, grinding their covered privates. Elliot plants one hand on the back of his guest’s head and proceeds to kiss him with increasing passion, lips slapping together and manipulating around the other, the occasional gentle nip of the canine’s bottom lip. Spittle dangles between their lips in the moments taken to catch breath. Each time the pair break the intensity grows. Elliot’s grip tightens on the boy’s hair, their tongues sloppily meeting and worming around one another.

Joey holds his brown eyes closed through it all, losing trace of everything. His actions mimic the man’s though with less deftness, grasping onto the back of the man’s head and sliding his fingers through the hair. A whimper escapes and his eyes open as pressure lifts from his skull, Elliot having moved his hands to his waist to remove Joey’s white t-shirt and throw it aside. A pitched squeak escapes the cub as his nipples are tweaked and his ass is firmly squeezed. The cub starts to shake and moan with each passing second, tail frantically wagging. Elliot’s ears prick up as the sound of a car approaching down the driveway becomes clearer, grinding their loins ever more feverishly as the stain of precum expands. Joey gasps for air and latches onto the man as he orgasms, the semen dripping through his jeans and underwear in small globs as he moans louder.

The crash of a door being shut signals the urgent end of their fun as Elliot carefully slips from under his exhausted lover. He fixes his pants closed, trying hard to go soft in the six steps to the front door before he opens it. “Good evening Roger,” he greets the boy wearing a delivery man’s outfit.

“Good evening Mr. Rochestor,” the Doberman replies with a smile, extending an arm holding two boxes of pizza. “Who is tonight’s guest?” he asks with a sly wink as he attempts to look beyond the man blocking his path.

“I’m babysitting Brian’s son,” Elliot answers sharply.

“A shame. I’m free if you want some proper company for a while,” Roger adds with a graze of the arm.

“It’s fine.” Taking the pizza and hauling it to the table just inside Elliot returns to the door with his wallet and tosses the money on the verandah. “Pick it up, filthy minded mutt,” he remarks, grinning as the delivery boy bends forward shaking his ass. Closing the door and rolling his eyes after briefly entertaining the flamboyant teenager Elliot carries the pizza to the dining room.

Joey enters the dining room and sits down, quickly stuffing a slice of pizza in his mouth. “He could’ve stayed a bit, if you wanted him to,” he comments, mashed food stuck to his teeth. Elliot’s fixed gaze on him shrinks all his confidence as he gulps down a glass of water and hides up to his shoulders behind the table.

“I’d rather eat glass than spend twenty minutes with him,” he replies before eating a slice of vegetarian pizza. “One time and now whenever I get pizza he bugs me.” Elliot shakes his head and turns back to the refrigerator, pulling a can of soda out and resting it on the table for his guest. “Be careful.”

Before Elliot can finish Joey has cracked the top and sprayed cola all over himself and the table. “Uh… whoops.” The boy places the open can back on the table and shuffles back, pants and fur soaked with the soon to be sticky mess, the black fur on his chest and stomach already clumping together.

“Finish eating then go shower.” Elliot unravels a roll of paper towel and begins to pat down the wet surfaces, wiping his paws dry when he’s done.

The moment he’s finished eating the next slice Joey slides from his chair and looks himself over. “Where?”

“Last door on the left,” Elliot sighs. “Give me your pants so I can wash them.”

“Mhm!” The cub is naked in a flash including his cum-stained underwear. The boy’s outfit is bundled together and thrown in the washing machine with Elliot’s messy work clothes. On the edge of falling asleep he slumps across the sofa and resumes watching television. In the shower Joey runs his claws through his jet-black fur, pulling out the knots of his fur before he continues to wash himself under the scalding water. Paying careful attention to his privates Joey bends over and hoists his tail up, scrubbing his rear with soap until it’s pristine and pink after going before getting in the shower. He fondles his flaccid cock and sheath, wiping around the entrance and cleaning the dried semen off following their earlier stint on the couch. Fur still damp from head to toe but clean to the flesh after a thirty-minute shower Joey leaves the moist confines of the bathroom, a towel hanging around his waist.

“What were you doing?” Elliot asks as the cub appears back in the living room.

“Showering?” Joey sits on the couch, laying back over the rabbit’s stomach. “I have no clothes.” His nodding flicks a few drops of water onto the adult who is casually running a paw up and down his back.

“What a shame,” Elliot comments, stopping at the knot in the towel and undoing it. It doesn’t take long for Joey to understand as he stands up and drops the soft white towel to the carpet and lays adjacent to the man, their dicks touching without any interference.

They resume their passionate kissing, Elliot tweezing his guest’s nipples to evoke a sweet moan of pleasure from the cub’s tender lips. Joey holds their erect cocks together and fumbles with the foreskin, peeling it down before using his tapered end to massage around the cusp of Elliot’s shaft, smearing his own precum on the man’s length. His tail rests draped over the side of the couch but perks up as a paw begins to feel around his cheeks, squeezing the soft pillows and spreading the right cheek away from the left before allowing them to return to normal. Joey’s breathing quickens as a finger starts to press against his entrance, the sensation of pressure and his eagerness leading him to bring one leg over the man’s waist to keep his hole exposed and free to be played with.

A content sigh escapes Elliot as he breaks the kiss and begins to focus on the cub’s rear, wiggling a lone finger against the hole. The space on the sofa between their cocks is saturated with a combination of their pre-cum as it drips out and pools together. “You want to suck me off again?” His tone borders on hypnotic as Joey nods frantically and rolls off the couch to more easily reach the man’s cock, slurping and dragging his tongue all around as he cleans up their fluids. Elliot begins to turn onto his back and pets his chest. “Come up here like.”

Joey assumes the requested position as he’s seen a hundred times in porn, swallowing the man’s cock while presenting his own to be sucked. Pulling the cub’s stiff length back to his mouth and sucking the end for a moment to enjoy the youthful taste, Elliot soon removes the boy’s length to bring his prize closer. Stopping sucking in anticipation for what’s coming, Joey squirms as the tongue meets his hole and slides between his cheeks. His tail wags rapidly with excitement as he pushes himself onto the slippery appendage.

Grasping the cub by the thighs and bringing him snugly to his muzzle Elliot plants his lips against Joey’s asshole and molds his lips around it, tonguing it almost like he had been kissing him before. Chest heaving Joey returns his mouth to the rabbit’s dripping cock and swallows the fluids, licking around the cusp and sucking the head. The pressure builds against his entrance again. But this time doesn’t end ease, Elliot forcefully pushing his tongue through the ring and worming his tongue around Joey’s insides. The cub paws at his lover’s loins and moans unashamed, “Fuck me, fuck me please.”

Ignoring the desperate pleading Elliot works his tongue deeper and deeper before retracting it and resuming licking the outer ring. He finally acknowledges the cub’s consistent whining, wetting his finger and beginning to insert it further than his tongue could hope to reach. “You need some stretching first,” Elliot replies. “And I’m going to need more lubrication from you.” He brings his left paw down to his unattended cock and begins to stroke it and raise his hips invitingly. After holding the index finger to the knuckle and using it to worm and pressure against the boy’s walls, Elliot removes it. Sucking his middle and index finger too now, both to lubricate and taste the cub’s preparedness, he inserts both digits carefully.

Joey forces his hips back in hopes of something more, sucking as best he can to coat the rabbit’s shaft from tip to balls with saliva. “Please don’t tell me you’re teasing…” he begs, looking over his shoulder, the innocent eyes pleading for a proper fucking.

Elliot again removes his fingers and realigns his mouth, resuming his oral exploration a bit more fervently now. His tongue twirls and laps at the walls of the cub’s anus while his lips pucker and meet the rim. As the blowjob resumes and he grows closer to orgasm Elliot finally pries his mouth away and spreads the cheeks, thrusting the same two fingers in and out repeatedly to stretch Joey’s rear as wide as he wants. “Get up and bend over the couch right now.”

“Yes sir!” The canine leaps off, followed by the rabbit who pushes him down over the arm of the couch. Kneeling and running his fingers over the cub’s dangling sack, Elliot sucks the two pubescent orbs and shifts them around with his tongue. Dangling his feet in the air Joey stiffens like a board as one is grasped and met with the wet cock, precum being smeared over his sensitive pads and through his soft fur before the space between his two biggest toes are sloppily humped between. Elliot abandons the foot and returns both paws to the cub’s rear-end swirling a finger from each around the hole teasingly. Raising his head up from between Joey’s thighs the rabbit draws a circle with his tongue inside the entrance, spits on it and pushes that saliva in with a thumb.

Standing now with a thoroughly dripping cock jutting from his pelvis and a well lubricated and stretched hole before him, Elliot sets his partner’s feet firmly on the carpet while bringing his paws to separate the boy’s cheeks. Shuffling forward an inch and bending his knees slightly to match the height of Joey’s eager end, Elliot presses his tip against the tight hole and moves his paws back to the cub’s waist. With a stomp on the floor and a desperate moan Joey tries to push his way onto it, meeting an equal pressure forward as the man obliges. “Fuck!” Realization starts to settle in. Joey’s toes curl as his ass stretches further than it was prepared.

As Joey grinds himself into the arm of the couch in effect to ease the transition, he meets an increasingly firm grip on his waist. “Hold still,” Elliot says calmly. The slow taking of his virginity is completed with an audible pop as the head pushes in. Tail flailing and legs fidgeting below Joey moans into the couch cushions. Not going any further ahead Elliot pulls his paw away and massages the top of Joey’s head gently. “Stop or keep going?” he asks, teasing himself just inside the cub’s rear, pulling the head free and then popping it back inside.

“I don’t… I don’t know,” Joey replies between gasps and moans.

“You just fit the thickest part. Just have to go deeper now.”

Joey hoists his head up and nods, reaching behind and spreading his cheeks permissibly. “Mhm… please.”

Wasting no more time, Elliot starts to push further along. Bearing his weight on the boy’s behind as he perks onto the ends of his feet and thrusts to the base quickly. Jerking around but unable or unwilling to stop it Joey furthers his arm back onto the man’s rear and tries to get it harder. Leaning forward and breathing down the cub’s neck Elliot continues to rock his hips back and forth, his white sack slapping against Joey’s pink ring lodged as deep as possible. Manipulating the boy’s head to face him Elliot proceeds to assault both ends, drawing his cock part of the way out and slapping it back in to derive an enthusiastic moan from Joey’s maw. “You’re mine,” Elliot grunts between kisses, clutching the boy in tightly and grinning as the cub’s brown eyes widen.

The feeling of fluids going in is alarming but the knowledge of what it is excites him. Joey nods eagerly and licks his lips upon the kiss being broken. “I’ll be good!” he moans and bucks back, semen flooding his insides as he continues to be pounded into the arm of the sofa. His eyes wane as exhaustion sets in, cumming onto the sofa and constricting his ass even tighter.

Starting to pull back onto his feet Elliot keeps himself embedded at the head in his guest’s thoroughly used hole. Still semi-hard he stuffs his cock back to the base with a squelch, lining his cum against the walls before finally removing his length. Ass still raised in the air the semen can barely make its way out, the cub’s hole glazed over with the last few drops of cum Elliot had smeared over it. “Let me call your dad and see if you can stay tomorrow and the weekend, you’ve still got a lot more of the factory to see.”
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