A Deal with a Cub Scout
By Phantasmagore

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of adult fantasy. The author does not condone any of the immoral or illegal acts portrayed within.

Loud, exaggerated moans rang out from the speakers flanking Moki’s computer. The chubby panda leaned back in his chair, huffing as he stroked his cock in time with the thrusts of the elephant on the screen. A fennec fox was pinned beneath the pachyderm, so much smaller than him that it was hard to believe he wasn’t getting crushed under the other male’s weight.

Moki could still remember the day he discovered size difference porn. During a lonely thirtieth birthday, he turned to a classic jerkoff session to raise his spirits. He started with the usual, basic stuff, but when he stumbled upon a video of a petite mouse getting absolutely railed by a massively hung stallion, he was hit with a wave of arousal unlike anything he’d ever felt before. The top’s strength over his partner, the helplessness of the smaller bottom, and the bulges in the bottom’s flesh that the camera captured up close were all just so perfect. From that moment, he was hooked.

So here he was, a few years later, frantically jerking his meat while the fennec in the video moaned and cried like his brain was being fried by the huge elephant cock splitting him open.

In other words, it was a typical Saturday.

As his brain swam in hormones, Moki’s imagination started to play with what he was watching. He imagined each thrust going even deeper, truly molding the fox’s insides to match the shape of the elephant’s dick. He imagined the smell of sex and cum filling the air, mingling with the musky stench of his actual bedroom to spur him on. And, although he would never admit it to another soul, as his mind wandered further into the depths of his horny fantasies, he imagined the fox as even smaller. His voice higher pitched. Younger.

‘Fuck yes…,’ he thought as the images twisted the porno. ‘Maybe it’s his first time. Who’s the elephant? Is he a teacher disciplining him for being a naughty boy in class? Teaching him a real lesson… Oh, God, I’m getting close, gonna—'

DING DONG

‘GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!’

Moki stood up, struggling to cram his leaking erection into his jeans. He was half-tempted to answer the door bottomless, just to make it their problem as well. He buried the urge, though, not even wanting to think about the kind of shitstorm he would stir up if he graced his neighbor with an up-close and personal view of his dick.

‘Not like they deserve any better,’ he thought as he crossed the small hallway leading to his front door. ‘The only time I ever hear from any of them is when they want to bitch and moan about my grass being the wrong length, or how much they wish yet another bland family of four were living in this house instead of lonely old me.’

The doorbell rang one more time just before he reached the door, igniting a spark of anger in him as he reached for the knob.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m comi—,” he cut himself off when he opened the door and looked straight into the innocent eyes of a solitary cub standing on his doormat.

It was a possum boy, looking up at the older panda with a gleam in his blue eyes and bouncing in place excitedly. His fur, a mix of white, grays, and browns, appeared recently brushed, although from the little clumps that stuck out here and there, it appeared to have been done hastily. The boy was probably forced to tidy himself by a parent just as he was hurrying out the door. His green uniform and red scarf marked him as a Cub Scout. That, combined with the bright yellow backpack on his back, guaranteed that he stood out like a sore thumb no matter where he was.

Moki wouldn’t have admitted it if asked, but as he looked down at the excited cub, his already uncomfortable erection swelled just that little bit more in his pants.

‘It’s not him,’ he assured himself. ‘It’s just because I got interrupted so close to cumming. I’m not turned on by this kid. There’s no way I would be. I’m not actually into cubs. Not a chance. Yeah…’

A soft cough pulled him out of his frantic thoughts. “Hi, mister,” the possum said. Moki tried to ignore the tingle that traveled up his spine at the sound of the boy’s soft, high-pitched voice. “My name is Petri from Cub Scout Troop 53. Do you wanna buy something from the Cub Scout catalog?”

The Cub Scouts were often sent door-to-door to sell all sorts of random crap, no doubt banking on the idea that many people would cough up their cash for the doe-eyed children, regardless of whether they actually wanted anything they were selling. Moki never wasted his money on that sort of thing.

Today, though, there was a little voice in the back of his head, whispering to him.

‘I mean, it couldn’t hurt to see what he’s selling.’

The possum boy just stared up at him, his smile unwavering, oblivious to the storm raging inside the grownup’s head. When Moki finally opened his mouth to speak, it felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“Uh… I… Yeah, go ahead and tell me what you’ve got.”

The cub giggled as he pulled the backpack off and unzipped it, pulling out a clipboard and a catalog. He started rattling off a list of what felt like everything under the sun, from popcorn to sports gear. It was like a tidal wave of words slamming into Moki at full force, and even if he were collected enough to actually try to listen to any of it, he would’ve been completely overwhelmed. In that moment, though, he could barely even hear Petri over the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

“…there’s a collectible Cub Scouts snow globe, and a camping tent, and a tea set, and a—"

“Hey, you know, why don’t you come inside for a minute and I can just take a look at it myself?” Moki interjected.

‘What did I just say? Come inside? Why the hell did I—'

“Sure thing, mister!” Petri replied, picking up his backpack and stepping forward.

‘Oh shit. What am I thinking?! I gotta take it back right now.’

Moki’s mouth refused to open, though, and he silently stepped aside to let the young possum enter his home. His eyes nervously darted around the surrounding neighborhood, paranoia creeping up in his mind, but there was no sign that he was being watched, so he quickly shut the door.

He turned to see Petri examining a vase on a nearby table. It was a cheap thing Moki bought at a yard sale, but the cub was gawking at it like a precious piece of art. It made the panda feel oddly proud to see someone, even an easily impressed kid, so interested in one of his possessions. The thought didn’t help with the rush of hormones flooding his system, though, especially as his eyes inevitably wandered down to get a look at the rest of the boy’s body.

Either Petri’s uniform was a few sizes too small, or whoever designed them must have been some sort of pervert, because the tight-fitting clothing was leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The shirt clung to the boy’s form, the little bit of pudge in his stomach and hips giving him a slightly curvy body shape. His shorts might as well have been painted onto him with how clearly his plump butt stuck out toward Moki. The boy had already slipped off his shoes, and with this view, Moki couldn’t help but see similarities between the boy’s long socks and the thigh highs he’d seen twinks wearing on the internet. In fact, it was hard to look at Petri and not see all the ways that he looked like the subs in the hundreds of pornos he’d seen.

‘Fuck, why is it so hot in here?’ he thought, glancing at the thermostat. The device claimed it was still a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit, but Moki was sweating bullets. ‘It’s gotta be broken. There’s no way that’s right.’

He saw Petri looking at him expectantly, and he realized that he must have missed the possum saying something in his stupor. “Um… what was that?”

Petri giggled quietly before speaking, “I asked if you wanted to take a look at the catalog, mister.”

Moki took it from Petri’s outstretched hand. His eyes scanned the pages, but he wasn’t taking in a word of it. He would just look through a few entries, sneak a quick look at Petri as the boy turned away to look at something else in the room, then look back down and pretend to read a few more before repeating the process.

“Woah…,” the possum’s voice yanked his attention back up immediately. Petri was leaning through the threshold into his living room. “You have so much cool stuff! Can I go in there?”

“Yeah, sure,” Moki answered immediately. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

The boy didn’t hesitate to take him up on the offer. He practically skipped into the room and jumped onto Moki’s couch. Moki wasn’t sure what was so special about his living room in the kid’s mind; he wasn’t much of a decorator, and he never thought that any of his things were particularly interesting. It felt nice to have someone appreciating it so much, though, like a happy buzz in his chest.

Throughout all of this, his arousal never settled, and it certainly wasn’t helped by the sight of the cub sprawled out on his couch. The panda was sure to get a big one to accommodate his large size and leave plenty of room for guests, as rarely as he had people visit. Now, though, it just made the petite possum look even smaller. It gave his legs plenty of room to spread out and inadvertently give Moki a view of the package between his legs, visible as a small bulge thanks to the tight fit of his shorts.

“So… how old are you, kid?” the words slipped out before Moki had a chance to stop them.

Fortunately, Petri didn’t seem to catch any ulterior motive in the question, because he just grinned and answered, “Ten!”

Moki tried to convince himself that the almost painful swell in his groin was just a coincidence. It wasn’t working.

“Do you like being in the Cub Scouts?” he asked. Maybe if he just made conversation, it would distract him enough for his arousal to settle down and his head to clear.

“Mhm,” Petri nodded. “It’s a lotta fun! We go hiking, and camping, and everyone is super nice! Sometimes going to sell stuff to strangers can be a little scary, but if I make the most money in my troop, then our troop leader is gonna take me an’ my dad on a camping trip! It’s gonna be so awesome! But…,” his face fell, “…I don’t think I’m very good at selling stuff. I’m way behind everyone else. But I’ve just gotta keep trying!”

“That’s the spirit,” Moki said. “I’m sure you’ll catch up with that attitude.”

Something stirred in the back of his head, a half-formed idea that slowly took shape until he blurted out, “You know, I could help you catch up.”

“Really?” the boy’s face lit up with an endearing hope.

“Yeah,” Moki replied. The throbbing in his jeans was becoming too much to bear, and his inhibitions were slipping away. The cub needed something, and so did he. Why not have a fair exchange? “I’ll tell you what. I’ll buy a thousand dollars’ worth of stuff from this catalog.”

Petri’s mouth dropped in disbelief. “A thousand?! Really?!”

Moki nodded, a grin working its way across his face. “Yep. A thousand. All you gotta do is play a game with me. How does that sound?”

“Awesome!” Petri answered, bouncing up and down on the sofa. “What kind of game?”

“It’s a special grown-up game,” Moki said. Part of him couldn’t believe he was doing this, but that part was rapidly shrinking.

“First, you have to take off your clothes.”

A confused look crossed Petri’s face for the first time. “What? Why?”

Moki almost took the opportunity to bail, his courage faltering as he tried to figure out what to say next. He had already put it out there, though, and he knew deep down that there was no backing out now.

‘In for a penny, in for a pound.’

“It’s one of the rules of the game,” he said. “Before we can play, you have to get naked. I’ll do it, too, so that you aren’t the only one.”

“Um…,” the boy looked down hesitantly, “I don’t think I’m allowed to get naked around other people…”

“It’s fine,” Moki insisted. “It can be our little secret. And I’ll give you a thousand bucks if you play with me. It’ll be fun.”

Petri was quiet, and Moki started to worry that he had gone too far. His resolve was wavering, and even his erection started to subside as a cold dread took hold. ‘Oh no. What did I just do?’

The heat came back quickly, though, when Petri looked back up with a determined look in his eyes and said, “Okay, mister. Let’s do it.”

Moki had no words to describe the thrill that hit him when he heard that. His heart pounded in his chest as he walked over and knelt on the couch, just a foot or two away from the boy. “Alright,” he said, “do you want help getting your clothes off?”

The possum shook his head. “Nuh uh, I can do it.”

Moki popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped them, finally giving his straining genitals a chance to breathe through the cotton covering of his underwear. Petri looked at the throbbing bulge with an innocent curiosity. Excitement coursed through Moki’s veins as he fondled himself in front of the cub, eyes roaming Petri’s body hungrily.

Petri took the hint and started to strip. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, hesitating for a moment before he revealed his soft chest fur to the strange adult. Once he got all the way down, he slipped the whole thing off to reveal his pudgy tummy and pink nipples beneath his grey fur.

The growing dark spot in the front of Moki’s underwear attested to his enjoyment of the sight as he oozed precum into the fabric. When the confinement became too much, he reached down and slipped down his briefs, letting his cock flop out in front of the innocent cub. As it sprang up, it flicked a bead of precum in Petri’s direction. It arced through the air before falling just short of the cub’s foot.

Petri’s eyes lit up with interest as he saw an adult’s manhood for the first time. “Wow, mister!” he exclaimed. “Your privates are so big!”

Moki could feel himself blushing. At about five inches of length, he never thought of his penis size as particularly noteworthy, so having someone be so impressed was a special feeling. “Th- thanks,” he stammered. “I’m sure yours will be just as big when you get older.”

The boy’s wonder at the prospect was a sight to behold, and it just made Moki hornier. “Why don’t we get the rest of our clothes off, and then we can compare,” he suggested.

Now that Moki had exposed himself first, Petri seemed to overcome his nerves more easily. He yanked off his socks and tossed them aside before reaching for the waistband of his shorts. He paused briefly before a glance at the grownup’s throbbing erection reassured him, and then he pulled his pants down. They glided past his knees, then his ankles, until they were left discarded on the floor. The only thing left between the possum cub’s most intimate parts and Moki’s lecherous gaze was a pair of plain, baby-blue briefs, wrapped snugly around the curves of his hips and bottom.

It occurred to Moki that he was now wearing significanltly more clothing than Petri, so he scrambled to finish undressing himself. In his eagerness, he swore he could hear a new tear opening in his shirt as he yanked it off over his head, but he didn’t care. He inched toward Petri, leaving his jeans and underwear behind so that he was completely nude by the time his round belly hung over the boy.

With the adult’s throbbing cock looming over him, Petri had his last moment of hesitation. His hands paused at his waist, prepared to slip off his underwear but too nervous to take the last step. Moki took the lead, hooking his fingers in the cub’s waistband and pulling. He did his best to contain his excitement and be gentle while watching Petri’s underwear slip down. It was like unwrapping a delicate gift.

When he finally got a view of the cub’s small package, Moki let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Petri’s petite, pink cock rested on top of a tight grey scrotum, matching the color of his crotch fur. Everything down there was just so plush and perfect. As he pulled Petri’s briefs down the rest of the way, he was able to lower himself and get a peek at the boy’s butt. He couldn’t get a great look with Petri lying on his back, but it was just enough to keep his hormones raging.

Finally, they were both naked. Petri’s smaller frame with just a hint of pudginess was an absolute feast for Moki’s eyes, and the older panda wanted to take in every detail. The cub’s eyes similarly roamed Moki’s body, and he could only hope that Petri was finding the sight intriguing in whatever way a young, curious boy could.

“So…,” Petri said, his breath tickling the fur on Moki’s chest, “how do we play the game now?”

Moki steeled his nerves and put his hand on the cub’s hip, savoring the softness of his fur. “Here, let me show you,” he said.

His hand migrated down until it reached Petri’s groin. The possum let out a soft mewl at the contact. “Mister, my privates feel kinda weird,” he muttered.

“It’ll feel good,” Moki assured him. “Just relax and go along with it.”

The possum nodded and spread his legs to give Moki full access. Moki was happy to take advantage. He angled his hips forward until the tip of his cock was kissing Petri’s scrotum. He opened the hand that had been fondling the boy to let his own member slide into his grip. Both his and Petri’s shafts could fit when they were pressed together. The two of them shared a pleasured gasp at the new feeling.

It was like sparks of static connecting their bodies. Not just at the crotch, but everywhere they were even close to touching, Moki swore he could feel the buzz of raw euphoria as he rubbed his dick against Petri’s.

The little possum beneath him squirmed. “It feels funny,” he said.

“Bad funny?” Moki asked.

“No,” Petri said, “not bad. Just funny.”

“Just relax, and I promise it’ll be good funny soon,” he assured the boy.

Moki began rocking his hips, slowly and carefully at first, but with increasing confidence as he found a rhythm. With his hand, he kept his cock pressed against Petri’s. The boy’s cocklet felt so nice against him. He couldn’t hold back the desperate moan that rumbled in his throat, letting it ring out in the air. It had been so long since he had gotten attention down there from anything other than his own hand, and now it was receiving the most taboo pleasure he could imagine.

Beneath him, Petri’s little grunts and squeaks were adorable. Did he understand what was going on, even on some unconscious, primal level? It was difficult to say. At the very least, he seemed to be relaxing more, just letting the weight of the older male press him into the couch cushions. He wasn’t trying to resist Moki’s horny grinding against him. The panda swore he could even feel the boy’s little prick stiffening against him, but he could have been imagining it.

If someone had told Moki this morning that later that day, he would be frotting with a cub in his living room, he would never have believed them. Here he was, though, and there was nowhere he would rather be. The voice in his head that tried to deny he wanted this had a change of heart, now offering horny suggestions about what to do with Petri next.

He kept at it for a few minutes, just savoring every little sensation as he rubbed their lengths together. There was no rush; Moki wanted to give Petri time to adjust and enjoy the contact, too.

Sure enough, the possum cub was getting increasingly excited. Little gasps and moans slipped past his lips. The sounds reassured Moki that he wasn’t hurting the boy.

‘We’re just having some fun,’ he thought. ‘He’s enjoying it too, I think. Or he will. Fuck, this feels so good.’

Moki was starting to approach an orgasm. Even though he was doing little more than thrusting against Petri’s nub of a cock in his hand, he was getting a high unlike any other.

‘Not yet. I’m not ready to finish.’

Gradually, he slowed his pace until he had stopped completely. His erection throbbed desperately, but he was determined not to cum so soon and let their “game” end.

Petri looked up into his eyes with a confused look. “Why’d you stop, mister?” he asked. “It was starting to feel… kinda nice, I think.”

Moki huffed. “Just give me a second. I was getting close to…,” his mind raced to find a way to explain to the naïve cub, “… to shooting out this special white treat. Grownups do that when we get really excited.”

“Can I see?” Petri asked, his eyes alight with wonder.

“It’ll happen at the end,” Moki told him, “but I wanted it to last longer.”

“Okay then,” Petri said. “So, what do we do next?”

“Just play along.”

Moki got down lower, almost crushing Petri beneath his weight. A pleasant aroma wafted from the possum’s fur, like a subtle blend of lavender and vanilla. Every whiff that Moki took in just made the desire inside him burn hotter.

Gently, he flipped the cub over onto his belly. Now, he had an unimpeded view of Petri’s ass for the first time, and it did not disappoint. While it wasn’t quite as big or plump as on many of the porn stars that Moki had jerked off to before, the pair of soft, supple cheeks seemed to be inviting him to explore deeper.

Running his hand along the boy’s butt, Moki had to resist the urge to give it a teasing slap. Petri could easily misinterpret something like that as a punishment, and Moki didn’t want to risk upsetting him. Instead, he contented himself to squeezing and rubbing with one hand and masturbating with the other. He wanted every drop of pleasure he could extract from this moment.

He spread Petri’s cheeks apart next to find the tight, pink pucker hidden between them. It was so perfect that Moki didn’t even dare breathe, as if the slightest puff of air might shatter the image and reveal that this was just a fantasy all along.

Fortunately for him, it was all very real. As he stared down at the cub hole, a million ideas were running through his head. He took up position, resting the head of his cock against it. All he had to do was take hold of Petri’s hips and push. One push, and that fleshy rim could be spread open, kissing the base of his dick as the warmth and tightness of a prepubescent tailhole squeezed his shaft.

Whatever part of him was still capable of rational thought, though, made him pause. ‘There’s no way I’d be able to really fuck him like that without hurting him,’ he thought. Still, the feeling of Petri’s ass against his cock was incredible, and he wasn’t ready to totally give it up. ‘I’ll take what I can get.’

Moki grabbed Petri’s butt with both hands and pressed the cheeks together, what was once an open valley between them suddenly becoming a tight sleeve around his shaft. If he wasn’t going to properly fuck Petri in the ass, then he’d at least find another way to get off using the boy’s rear.

The feeling of humping against Petri’s ass was ecstasy. For years, he thought he knew pleasure, from jerking off to the hottest porn he could find and the occasional one-night stand. None of that could come anywhere close to this, though. The only thing he could imagine being any better than this was if he took the plunge and fucked the kid’s ass raw and rough.

‘One day,’ he promised himself. He could see it in his mind’s eye: inviting Petri to return time and time again with the promise of money and gifts, building up his hole’s tolerance with each visit, until the day comes that he’s ready for Moki to pin him down and take his anal virginity once and for all.

It was everything he’d secretly dreamed of, and it was so tantalizingly close. If he played his cards right, maybe it could be real.

The passage around his cock got increasingly wet and slick as precum gushed from his tip. It made it easier for him to pick up the pace. He hotdogged the cub’s ass like it was the last thing his dick would ever touch.

Each time the head of his dick slid by Petri’s tailhole, there was a moment that he thought he would slip past its resistance. It would twitch in just the right way, as if trying to guide him inside, getting so tantalizingly close to spreading for him before releasing him and letting him get back to humping.

Moki wished he could keep this up forever, but his stamina couldn’t match his ambition. Pretty soon, he was thrusting against Petri’s rear with all the strength he could muster. His breath grew more and more labored, devolving into little more than horny grunts as the arousal took over. Petri was making his own little noises in time with the adult, too, either from confusion or pleasure.

The last straw was the moment that Moki felt something rubbing against his balls. Apparently, their position had caused Petri’s paws to accidentally meet his swollen orbs. The boy’s soft soles stimulated him in a way he never even considered before, and as he pressed forward one last time, planting his balls on the surface of Petri’s rump, he could’ve sworn he felt the cub’s feet caressing him, as if he knew what was coming and was trying to coax it out.

A moan ripped out of Moki’s throat, so loud that he wouldn’t be surprised if his neighbors heard it. ‘Let them,’ he thought, whatever remained of his reason lost to the throes of euphoria.

His cock swelled, and Petri squeaked in surprise as a hot streak of cum landed between his shoulder blades. It was quickly followed by another, and then another, each new spurt adding to the mess on the cub’s back. Moki held Petri’s butt with an iron grip, squeezing around his shaft as hard as he could and using short, quick thrusts to prolong his orgasm. Petri’s paws were still against his balls, too, unwittingly milking them for every drop they held.

As his orgasm began to subside, Moki pulled his cock back, allowing the last few ropes of cum to paint Petri’s butt white. When there was nothing but a few drops dribbling from his piss slit, he pressed the tip to the boy’s tailhole and rubbed the last of his load into its puckered flesh.

Once again, the thought of forcing his way past the rim and into the possum’s guts crossed his mind, but now that he had transitioned into the afterglow of his orgasm, his reason was able to return and remind him of the risks. He got up, slipping his clothes back on while Petri sat up.

“Is this the white stuff you were talking about?” the boy asked, reaching back to scoop some of Moki’s cum off his rear. Before the panda had a chance to answer, Petri had already slipped the fingers into his mouth to taste the mysterious substance. For a moment, Moki thought he was going to pop another boner, but he managed to get his softening member back into his pants before it got erect again.

Petri’s fingers popped out of his mouth, and he took a few moments to consider the taste. “Hmmm….,” he hummed, “it tastes funny, but kinda good funny.”

He started reaching back for more, spooning Moki’s cum into his mouth several times. He smacked his lips, inadvertently giving Moki a view of his tongue, coated in the panda’s semen. Moki was definitely getting hard again now.

“Yep! Good funny!” he exclaimed, hopping off the couch and picking up his clothes. “Um, mister, is there somewhere I can go to wipe my fur, though? I’m not supposed to get my uniform dirty.”

Moki was all too eager to help clean up the possum’s fur in the bathroom, both to erase the evidence of their “game” and to subtly feel up Petri’s body a few more times before the cub was all dressed up and tidy, as if nothing had ever happened.

“So,” Moki said, picking up the catalog, “don’t think I forgot our deal. Let me see what I can buy from here…”

A few minutes later, Petri skipped gleefully out the front door, a grin on his face and a check for one thousand dollars in his pocket. Moki could feel his wallet aching after giving up that much money all at once, but it was worth it. The throbbing in his pants as he stared at the retreating possum’s rear reminded him of the possibility of inviting the boy back for more, until a realization struck him.

‘Shit. I don’t have a way to contact him!’

………………………..

The sun was sinking toward the horizon by the time Petri made it home. He and his father lived in a small house in a somewhat rundown neighborhood, but it was comfortable enough. After spending the day selling to wealthier folk elsewhere, though, the contrast still stung a little as he imagined getting to live in one of those bigger houses.

He shook off the thoughts, though, as he slipped a spare key out from a hidden lockbox and opened the door. There was no point in dwelling on things like that.

“Dad! I’m home!” he shouted. The sound of the television drew him to the living room. His dad always liked watching sports after getting home from work. When he entered the room, the back of the small couch was facing him, but he could see the top of his father’s head poking out from the other side.

“How’d it go today?” the older possum asked, turning to glance at Petri.

“Pretty good,” Petri answered, pulling a stuffed envelope out of his pocket. “I think I got like four or five thousand dollars.”

“‘Pretty good?’ Five grand is a little better than ‘pretty good,’ don’t ya think?” his dad said.

Petri shrugged, hopping up onto the armrest. “Yeah, I guess… but I didn’t actually get that many customers today, and even they were all weird and awkward about fucking a kid.”

Now that he had rounded the corner of the couch, Petri had an uninhibited view of his dad’s naked body. The grownup’s lounging pose showed off his broader, more muscled frame. With one leg cocked up and the other resting on the floor, his manhood was on full display, already at almost six inches in length while flaccid. It started to harden as Petri leaned back and turned his butt toward his dad, his tail whipping teasingly.

“It doesn’t matter how many customers you get,” his dad assured him. “What really matters is how much you take in, and those yuppies pay out.”

Petri grumbled, “…but they’re so boring. They mostly just touched me and came on me. None of them even fucked my ass. And pretending to be a virgin over and over sucks.”

“I know you don’t like playin’ innocent, but that’s what those types are into. Trust me, you come to the door in full cock slut mode, and you’re gonna get the cops called on you.”

Petri crossed his arms and went quiet, but he knew his dad was right. He hated going from neighborhood to neighborhood, doing the same routine over and over, but it got results.

“I’ll tell you what,” his dad said. “Why don’t you come over here and we can forget about our days, hm?”

Ten minutes later, the older possum was still reclining in that same position, head propped up on his arm as he watched a game of basketball, just as he had been before Petri arrived. Now, though, he had an equally nude possum cub between his legs, nosed pressed to the adult’s crotch and throat stuffed full of cock. Petri reached up to massage his dad’s balls as he swallowed around the hefty shaft. His gag reflex had been trained out of him by the time he turned five, so it was no problem for him.

He did have to breath eventually, though, so he pulled back, letting it slide free of his esophagus inch by inch until it flopped out entirely with a gurgle and a gasp. He ran his tongue along its length, savoring the heady musk. Its flavor was always especially strong after a long day at work.

Petri finished with a kiss on the tip before crawling onto his dad’s stomach and lining that cock up with his pucker. He was well used to it, so with the slick mix of saliva and precum covering his dad’s penis, it slid inside him with ease. He didn’t stop until the whole thing was buried in his guts, its girth stretching him out and pressing against his prostate just right.

The cub sighed, finally feeling the tension of the day loosen and fade away. All that mattered was this moment between the two of them.

A hand on his cheek guided his gaze to his father’s eyes. “You’re doing a good job, Petri,” the older male said. “Just a few more times, and you’ll have that prize in the bag.”

The hand migrated down until it gripped Petri’s hip, the other joining on the opposite side. “Now, enough teasing.”

Without warning, Petri’s dad started yanking him up and down. His cock pounded the boy’s insides like a jackhammer, sending tidal waves of pure pleasure blasting through Petri’s system. Petri’s eyes rolled back into his head, moaning openly as, for the first time that day, his own stiff prick started leaking precum, making a mess of his dad’s chest fur.

His father closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of his boy’s tight innards clinging to him. He knew how badly Petri wanted to win this competition, so he would be sure to give him all the support he needed, no matter what form it took. Besides, they were both looking forward to the reward if Petri was the winner. A camping trip with just the two of them and that stud of a buck that led Petri’s troop?

That deer might not know it, but he was destined for the greatest threesome of his life.