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It was Christmas morning in the Torres household. A young fawn boy’s eyes lit up as his dad wheeled in a brand new bicycle, heavily branded with characters from his favorite show. Tristan, or TJ as he preferred to be called, was still dressed in his pajamas, the matching full length top and bottom made of a soft warm fabric patterned with toony animals. The buck knew that the boy had wanted this thing for a while and so he decided to treat his son, especially after the extra rough holiday themed filming session he put the boy through for their online fans a couple nights ago. The video would have gone live earlier this morning, but he hadn't taken a look at the viewership numbers yet.


“WOAH! I love it, thanks daddy!” TJ’s eyes glistened with joy as he ran his small hands over the metal frame. It was the newest model! The logo was holographic and shimmered with the angle of the light. The other kids are gonna be SO jealous! “I wanna take it for a ride!!”


“Alright, alright. Just be back before lunch, mmk?” The large buck chuckled out, patting the fawn on his rump with a subtle squeeze.


The boy immediately rushes out the door, pushing the bike alongside. As soon as he’s outside he hops on and starts whirring around the neighborhood leaving lines in the fresh snow. The child size bike only travels at a leisurely pace, but to the young fawn it feels like he’s absolutely flying down the road. He wooshes past the familiar landmarks of his neighborhood on the empty streets, the chilly December air making his fur fluff up under his pajamas. He should have dressed warmer, but in his excitement he didn’t even feel the cold. He zig zags up and down the neighborhood enjoying the newfound freedom the bike provides.


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TJ had no idea how much time had passed before he noticed the bike slowing down. He was having to pedal harder and harder to match the same speed he was going at earlier. Eventually the boy stopped and took a look. The front tire was flat. The snow must have hidden something sharp that he rode over. The fawn patted his pocket and realized that he left his phone at home in his excitement to get out and about. He cast his glance around the street he was on, only now taking stock of where he had gotten to. After a few quiet moments he had a glint of recognition. That house! That one down there, that was where he met that really fun man on Halloween! He pushed the bike over to the house, his bare hooves crunching the snow underneath him. He really really should have dressed up before going out. His fur was staving off most of the cold sensations, but it wasn’t thick enough for him to want to stay out longer than he had already.


He pulled up to the porch and pushed the kickstand into place with a hoof to let the bike sit there on its own. TJ trotted up to the door passing the spot where he was on his knees less than two months ago sucking his new adult friend off on Halloween. He hadn't been back here since then, but the boy remembered that night fondly and the memories put an extra spring his his gait. He rapped on the door and rocked on his hooves while he waited for a response. A few moments later, the door creaked open and a confused looking Irish wolfhound poked his head out.


“Hi mister, uhh… Mister!” The peppy fawn paused as he realized that he didn't remember the man’s name. Or did he ever learn it at all? “Remember me? From trick’r’treating? Uhm, I got a new bike for Christmas and it’s got a flat. Can you help? Please?”


The canine absolutely remembered the fawn. He remembered the skimpy mummy bandages, those warm lips, and especially that snug little…


“Uh. Yeah lemme take a look” The man said after clearing his throat.


He strode over to the shiny new bike, leaving his front door open. He looked around and after a few moments he spotted a nail in the front tire. Should be a simple fix, only he wasn’t a bike rider and didn’t have a repair kit on hand.


“Hm, yeah. There’s a nail here. It’s an easy fix, but I don’t have the right tools for it. Sorry, buddy” He said over his shoulder to the crestfallen fawn.


“Aw, really? Really really?” TJ spoke with a bit of pleading in his voice.


“Yeah, no I can’t do anything with this. I can pump it but uh… and. Um, uh” The accidental double entendre made Jerrick trail off as his gaze travelled up and down the fawn’s figure again.. The canine absolutely did pump it on Halloween, quite vigorously. The extra meaning of his words seemed to go over the fawn’s head as the tyke just stared at Jerrick waiting for the man to continue. “You don’t… have to go back home right now, do you? Because, uh. I think it’d be nice if we could play together again”


TJ perked up as he was propositioned, instantly looking more cheerful. Under his father’s guidance, the boy had learned to love adult games and this canine was a really fun playmate!


“Yeah! I’d love that, mister!”


“It’s Jerrick. But you can call me Jay.” The canine said curtly, shifting his posture as his sheath swelled in his pants.


“I’d love to play, Jay!” TJ beamed at the man before turning and bounding into the open doorway.


Jerrick eagerly followed the child into his house, shutting the door behind them to keep away prying eyes. A good thing too because the deer boy was already making himself at home on the couch sitting on the edge of a cushion, exposing his soft and slim belly as he pulled the pajama shirt over his head. Or he tried to anyway, TJ had gotten clumsy in his excitement and was struggling with his arms over his head. 


The canine took advantage of the boy’s temporary vulnerability to drop to his knees and plant a kiss on the downy belly. TJ jolted at surprise touch and quickly followed it with a ticklish giggle. Jerrick smooched again. And then another, each followed by the light and pure laughter of the fawn. The man’s hands felt up the boy’s thighs through the pajama bottoms. Smooch. Giggle. And slid up towards the waist. Kiss. Snicker. Up the sides of the torso and now the lips joined the journey upwards. Peck. Titter. The man’s fingers slipped up under the fabric of the pajama top and helped TJ get it over his head. Softer, smaller lips exposed. Kiss. Moan. TJ welcomed the adult’s large tongue into his mouth, letting it wrap around his own just like his dad showed him. They danced around each other inside the boy’s mouth, their combined breath growing so hot it almost felt like they were burning. The size difference between them was tantalizing to Jerrick, the canine’s moans taking a higher and more desperate pitch as he explored every corner of the boy’s mouth. The broad canid tongue swept over small lips and slender teeth, drinking in the flavors and textures of the fawn. He swirled around the youth’s slender tongue and then briefly prodded the tight throat, eliciting the smallest reflexive twitch from TJ.


As the passionate kiss continued, the wolfhound’s hands dropped down to his pants and after some fumbling, his tapered cock sprang out into the open. The warm air of the heated room felt cool on his hot flesh. TJ’s eyes slowly opened as the dog’s familiar musk hit his nose, the moist black pad twitching with interest. Jerrick broke the kiss and the fawn swallowed their combined saliva without hesitation, something that would have made his dad proud if he saw it. The man couldn’t help but smirk at the sight, his eyes following the bob of the slim throat. He waited a few heartbeats, enjoying the quiet moment before he dipped his head down again and pressed his nose into the boy’s neck, breathing deep as he stroked the fawn’s sides. The man’s muzzle made his way back down the small body, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. Jerrick’s claws hooked underneath the waistband of the pajama bottoms


The man tugged and the boy wiggled to let the pants slip down his slim waist. TJ’s printed briefs came into view, a bright blue fabric with toony characters on the crotch from the same franchise as his pajamas. The canine licked his lips before pressing his wet nose to the cotton and sniffing deeply. The mild and slightly tangy scent of young boymusk tantalized his senses. He wrapped a paw around his shaft and stroked himself as he continued breathing, deep lusty growls accompanying his huffs. The predatory sounds raised the fur on the back of TJ’s neck and his modest package began to respond. The young boy’s small cock grew under the man’s muzzle, drawing a desperate moan from the man. Jerrick wrapped his lips around the fabric-enclosed treasure and suckled gently. The brightly colored briefs grew dark with dog slobber as the fawn arched his back, tiny high pitched noises escaping from his mouth.


The canine pulled back, eager to taste more of his small playmate, jerking the briefs down roughly. The boy’s little dick sprung up to attention as the elastic band released its prisoner. The rigid fleshhad a moist sheen from the saliva soaked cotton. Drool dripped down from the dog’s muzzle, spattering on the couch cushion and the fawn’s thighs. Jerrick nosed the pert members his long tongue rolled out to lap at the soft scrotum snugly perched underneath. But that wasn’t his destination. His muzzle wandered further down, nudging the deer’s hips upward so he can access the fawn’s downy rump. His nostrils flared, drinking in the gentle scent of whatever shampoo and conditioner the boy used, before his fingers splayed over the cheeks and pulled them apart, his tongue lolling out and stretching to taste his prize. The tip curled up to try and push in- 


The fawn jolted as the wet muscle put pressure on his hole, a hissing noise coming out of his young mouth as he tensed up in the canine’s grip and tried to pull away. Surprised, Jerrick let go and leaned back to look up at the young boy’s face, concern on his brow as he saw the wincing expression.


“S-sorry. That hurts.” The fawn sounded so genuinely sad and apologetic. “It’s just, uh. My dad- Um, we made a movie a little bit ago and uh- Like, it was a lot of fun, but afterwards- Sorry, I know I’m supposed to always-”


“Shh, shh” The man put a finger against the boy’s lips to hush him. He understood well enough, the boy had some rough action a little too recently for that kind of play. “You don’t need to explain. We can still have fun.”


TJ seemed to perk back up at Jerrick’s words and allowed the bigger male to push him back down onto the couch. The dog’s large head pushed back down between the slender thighs, planting a kiss on the boy’s softened cock before wrapping his lips around the flaccid head. Between TJ’s restored confidence and Jerrick’s gentle ministrations, the small member quickly stirred back to attention. Jerrick’s eyes flicked back up to the fawn’s face, a smile tugging the sides of his mouth around the cocklet as he enjoyed feeling the little throbs and twitches from the growing flesh. Above, the kid wrung his hands as if he didn’t know what to do with them, his mouth was slack as his attention was fully focused on the man beneath him. When the cute dick reached full size, the adult began bobbing on the boy’s flesh. Short, shallow motions were all that was needed to move his lips from tip to base. Jerrick’s paw returned to his knotted drooling cock, a pool of pre collected on the carpet between his legs. 


The canine’s hunger built with each suck, the motion of the bigger male’s head rocking the small body of the deer. TJ was moaning with each pass, his belly fluttering as the tide of sensations rose higher and higher. Familiar tingles prickled at his young mind and he felt that the dam was about to break. He pushed weakly at Jerrick’s head, the most the overwhelmed boy could do as a warning. His moans rose into a squeak as his slender thights quivered on either side of the canid’s ears. Any thoughts he had were annihilated in the waves of pleasure flowing over his small body. The man growled as he felt the cocklet jerk between his lips. Nothing came out of course, but feeling the thing twitch and the knowledge that he just made a little boy cum was more than enough for him. The canine cock twitched with each strong spurt as he stained his furniture. The scent of dog cum wafted up as ropes of pearly white splattered onto the carpet and the front of the couch. Jerrick squeezed under his knot and groaned into TJ’s crotch as he milked himself dry. This boy was a fucking treasure.


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Some time later they pulled into the driveway of TJ's house. Jerrick unloaded the fawn's bike from his car and the young boy quickly pushed it into the garage. Jerrick stood there by himself awkwardly for a moment. Should he leave? The boy didn't say goodbye or anything. Maybe the kid already forgot about him, he definitely seemed the excitable type. While the hound was lost in his thoughts a buck emerged from the house.


“Hey there!” The man said to Jerrick, confidence in his voice. “Thanks for helping out Tristan. My boy is looking over the manual for the repair kit. Sucks that he got a flat on his very first ride on that thing, but learning how to fix a flat is a valuable skill that he should know.”


“Oh yeah, of course!” Uh oh, the boy's dad. TJ had mentioned that he and his dad fooled around but did that mean the dad knew about him too?


“So, you're the new friend my son has made, huh. He mentioned you after ah… Halloween.” The buck said with a smirk before lowering his voice and speaking much more quietly. “He's a good fuck, isn't he?”


That answered Jerrick's question in no uncertain terms. And not only was the father not upset, he seemed… excited.


“Oh yeah, fuck yeah.” The canine replied in a similarly low tone, drawing a lusty chuckle from the elder deer. 


“Well, my wife's home right now, of course...” The horny glint in the buck’s eye was unmistakable. “But give me your number. We can set up a playdate, just the three of us. You, me, and my little Tristan. I'll show you the things I've been training him to do~”