﻿Anthony sighed, rapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He'd been waiting here for 20 minutes to pick up his little girl, Nora, from practice. The spunky teen girl was often late when her father came to pick her up but today? This was getting ridiculous. The man lazily cast his gaze across the empty high school parking lot and idly fiddled with the car’s radio. He sang along to a couple tunes and followed the beat with a tapping foot before commercials started playing through the speakers and he shut it off in a huff. A few more long silent minutes passed before he checked his watch and gave another great big sigh. Thirty minutes. That was it. He was gonna have some words with Nora. He got out of the car and stomped over to the athletic building, his steps echoing off the empty halls. The exercise machines were quiet and the gym seemed to be deserted. Where was Nora? He looked around in confusion for a moment before his ears perked and he heard what sounded like a choke coming from the girl's locker room. He made his way over and the choking sounds got louder, and wetter, and he could now clearly make out masculine groaning and swearing. Was someone watching porn? This loud? No, it sounded too crisp, too real for porn. His adrenaline pumped and the man could sense he was about to see something he wasn't supposed to.


His daughter's school used overlapping walls instead of doors for their locker rooms, so Anthony was able to tiptoe inside to peek inside the girl's locker room without the creaking of a hinge. He peered around the corner and his heart froze. He saw a slim athletic body packed into the form-fitting uniform of one of the Sterling Heights High girls tennis team. Slender legs were folded underneath a slight body in a kneeling posture on one of the benches. Delicate hands bunched up into fists gripping the fabric of the black shorts that covered thin thighs. His eyes traveled up further to drink in the school themed jersey that hugged a young body and the design that was slightly distorted by the mounds of budding breasts. He could see small dark spots on the chest that could have been from drippings of sweat and the damp fabric under the arms that are the fruits of any athlete's labor. Then he saw her familiar face, marred by wet tears, brows scrunched up in effort. He saw a fresh drop flow down from her eyes, curving down her plush cheek, finally meeting her lip and forcing him to see what he had been avoiding. Her beautiful face defiled and her jaw split wide around what must have been the fattest cock Anthony had ever seen in his life. He could feel his world shattering as his ears were filled with her youthful voice retching and gagging around the shaft pistoning in and out of her mouth. The brute had one meaty fist gripping her skull, wrenching it back and forth while his other was curled around her neck, squeezing what must have already been a tight fit even tighter around the dick that was visibly distending her throat. The fluorescent light of the locker room shimmered off of the adult’s naked rump and legs allowing Anthony to see in clear detail the muscles rippling under the fur as they worked to drive Coach’s cock into her face. The man had a polo on with a whistle around his neck that tinkled lightly with each thrust. The expression on the broad masculine face could have been interpreted as anger in another context and his lips spat out gruff swears and the most vile things Anthony had ever heard directed at anyone, let alone his precious baby girl. Suddenly the man drove in deeply and the father could see the hefty balls rise and his girl gurgle. A muffled cough and white fluid jetted from the corners of her mouth as a frothy bubble formed in one of her nostrils. Coach jerked back and gripped his cock in one hand while the other kept her head still. Rope after rope criss crossed her face and upper chest as he milked his load out, swearing and groaning while Nora coughed and gasped for air. The school logo on the jersey was sullied with semen, losing its innocence alongside the image of his daughter that Anthony had in his head. Coach lifted Nora’s chin with a thick finger and spoke with a panting voice. 


“You look just like your mom when you're like this, heh. Suppose we should get you cleaned up at least a little bit before we send you back to your cuck dad.” 


With wide eyes Anthony backed away and wandered back to his car. He didn't even register Coach’s casual insult or the implications. He was fixated on one thing. His precious baby girl, his little Nora, the light of his life. Those images were tainted by the fresh memories of seeing her being treated like a trashy whore. It wasn't until he sat back down in the driver's seat that he noticed how tented his pants were and the wet spot at the tip. He nearly jumped out of his seat when there was a soft rapping on the window. There was Nora, acting as if nothing had happened. She had cleaned up well, there didn't seem to be anything left of Coach’s mess other than the damp fur of what must have been the quickest shower. The jersey was dry, it must have been a spare. Anthony’s nose pricked as he caught a whiff of what must have been Coach’s scent on the jersey. He stared at her intensely in the rearview mirror as she tossed her bag into the backseat and sat next to it. Anthony glimpsed a crusty white spot on the collar of her jersey. He would have missed it if he wasn't scouring her appearance. Gods, how long has his precious girl been a little harlot? He cleared his throat awkwardly and shifted his sitting position to hide his erection. He couldn't focus on their unimportant small talk because every word out of her mouth had a little bit of huskiness that reminded him that she was choking down cock from a man at least twice her age not ten minutes earlier. A man around his own age. Old enough to be her father. If she's willing to do… that with Coach, then would she-? He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he tried to will his mind away from that train of thought. Fuck.


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A couple months later
—


The kneeling teen boy almost purred as he straightened up and licked his lips. Salty, not too bitter, delicious. He had long brown hair with streaks of blonde in it, tied up in a bun so it wouldn’t get in the way of the action. Poking out from the hair was a pair of short antlers. One day they would be the full rack of a buck, but the teen still had some years to go before he could have that. The boy smirked up at the guy. He always had time for this john. He would suck this guy off again for free. The teen deer smiled sheepishly to his client as the older rabbit fished some bills out of his wallet and passed them to his jailbait whore. TJ was quite the porn star in his youth thanks to his father, and while he still made movies, he realized he could also capitalize on his internet fame and approach those who recognized him and see if they wanted some real live one-on-one time in exchange for some cash. He could pick them out pretty easy: wide eyed, suddenly nervous, obviously can't believe who they just saw. Easy.


And it could be a lot of fun! Of course, he wouldn't charge if a camera was involved since it felt wrong to double dip like that when the video would also make him a tidy sum. Though, maybe he wouldn't give this guy a freebie if this outfit was involved. Tristan looked down at himself with a blush. Still kind of embarrassed to have it on even after sucking the adult off to completion. It wasn't because of the outfit itself, it was the reason he was wearing it. Yeah, Tristan decided he would still charge even if there's a camera around


He was dressed in a spare cheerleading outfit that belonged to the man’s daughter. It had progressed to this point over a couple sessions. First the man had called him by his daughter's name by accident when the deer’s nose was pressed into his pubes right before TJ was choking down his cum. It was that client's biggest load by far. The man was a bit awkward afterwards. Muttered some non-apology and quickly left before the effeminate teen could even process what had happened. The next session, that john started referring to Tristan with feminine pronouns after their clothes had come off. Being called a “good girl” sent a special thrill down the twink’s spine. A few sessions after that, this client showed up with a little costume for the teen to wear. Paid extra. TJ was definitely not top of his class, but he was smart enough to put two and two together and when the guy was really getting into a groove railing his ass, the teen whore moaned out a high pitched ‘daddy’ and instantly the creamy fireworks went off inside of him. 


Now it was a regular thing. This john even got Tristan a little chastity cage to wear during their sessions. Not because his client was really into that kink but because it was extra hot for the rabbit if his little ‘girl’ was dripping wet. The little plastic device stopped TJ from getting hard while still letting him pre all over the place and the various skirts the John got him to wear hid the rest. Sure it was kinda weird to hear the older rabbit growl out his daughter's name when he was balls deep in one of Tristan’s holes, but overall TJ didn't mind. He actually kinda liked it. Not enough to wear it of his own will, but he certainly wouldn't say no if asked.


“Hey, you uh, want some more work?” His client grumbled to him after wiping his cock on the boy’s cheek, still a bit out of breath from face fucking the underage whore.


“Hmm?” TJ hummed inquisitively, savoring the dregs of the man’s load before swallowing one last time.


“I got a buddy. He's a little awkward, never really done this kinda thing before. But he mentioned his daughter when he was shit face drunk the other night and, well, I was too and I gave him your number.” The older rabbit said.


“Wait what? I uh, I mean, ok.” Tristan stammered, his face growing warm, taken back by his client setting him up with another man without asking. Without even letting him know before he did it. He didn't even know who the new guy was. It made him feel… excited. The cage felt tight in his lap.


There was a brief moment of silence while his john tucked himself back into his pants. Then the man balled up the deer’s clothes and tossed them roughly at the boy. 


“Aight, time to get those off you. My girl’ll probably get home soon and I gotta wash her stuff.” He said, gesturing at the cheer uniform that the teen fawn was still wearing. The sporty fabric had scattered dark splotches from the rough skullfucking the twink had gotten. Spare uniform or not, the man definitely can't put those back in the girl's closet in that state.


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The next week
—


Anthony's heart was racing, as he paced back and forth in his living room. He occasionally glanced through the blinds towards the street searching for the deer that his friend told him about. The man had gotten drunk with his good friend and they were playing a drinking game where they would confess a secret or take a shot. Anthony couldn't remember how many shots he had downed before his inhibitions were lowered enough that he admitted his most guilty secret.


First, he had slurred out that he hasn't gotten any sex from his wife for months to which he got enthusiastic sympathy from the rabbit. On his next turn he admitted that he wasn't too upset because his wife wasn't the center of his fantasies anymore anyway. Unable to resist, his friend pressed and cajoled Anthony before he drunkenly admitted that he'd jerked off to fantasies of his own daughter every night for the past while. He caught himself before he blurted out that he said that he’d been doing it since he caught her choking on Coach’s fat cock and that this image had burned itself into his mind. He slept thinking of her tear-streaked face. He woke up with the image of her lips stretched around the man’s cock. No matter what porn he watched and how loudly he played it, he could only hear her young throat retching and gagging.


A quiet moment passed between the two friends before the rabbit admitted that he had similar feelings towards his own teen girl… and that he'd been getting ‘help’ with these feelings from one of her classmates in exchange for some pocket money. The inebriated rabbit fumbled for his phone and navigated to a hidden album. Anthony's eyes widened as he drank in the sight of an androgynous deer teen posing in the cheer uniform of the local high school. The album started tame enough, then the poses got a bit more sultry and a few shots showed what seemed to be the rabbit man’s paw groping at the canine’s flat chest and rear. The first explicit shot showed the uniform’s skirt flipped up to confirm that the mystery teen was a boy, with his junk locked away in a cute little chastity device. From there the images rapidly escalated from nude pinups and spread asscheeks to the underage boy kissing the tip of the camera holder’s cock.


Anthony's mouth opened to ask a question but the words seemed to catch in his throat. His friend understood anyway. 


“I'll set something up for you. Kid seems to do whatever I tell him to and I'm sure the little slut is exactly what you need.”


A knock startled him out of his memories. Anthony peered through the peephole of his front door.


-


Tristan felt nervous. It's not that he was skipping school for sex. He'd done this kind of thing plenty of times before, but he was always the one to initiate and set up the appointment. Either him or his dad. He'd never had something set up by a client for another client. The rabbit was a regular, but did he really trust that john to have his best interests in mind for something like this? The answer was no, but here TJ was anyway. What the fuck was he thinking?


The door creaked open and before the deer could even start to introduce himself a man grabbed his arm and yanked him inside before slamming the door shut behind him. Tristan’s already jittery heart rate spiked. Oh fuck, was he about to get raped? Kidnapped? Murdered? He didn't tell anyone where he was or anything. Fuck. FUCK. 


But then, nothing happened. Lull looked at the guy who manhandled him and saw a face that was just as nervous as his own. Not exactly the face of a monster, TJ thought.


“Uh. Hi?” The teen ventured.


“Oh. Yeah. Hello. You're here for, uh, some business?” Anthony stammered out.


Business? Who is this dork? 


“Yeah, I think? I'm here on a recommendation” The teen fawn said, a bit confused.


“Uhm, I was told that you can wear… outfits, while we do things.” Anthony timidly asked. 


With how much this new john was dancing around the subject, it was clear to TJ that he'd never done this kind of thing before. It was kinda cute, actually. Tristan was starting to feel a bit more relaxed, the lifelong lessons his dad taught him kicked in and he started to view this guy as a potential playmate. 


“Yeah, whatever you got, I can wear. I can be your little girl today” The teen stated with a small smile. The words got the adult to blush through his fur. 


“Here.” The man gestured toward the couch where a tennis uniform was laid out.


Tristan recognized the colors and logo of Sterling Heights High, where he himself went. And on closer examination he saw what looked like a cum stain on the collar. The deer’s nose twitched at the sweaty clothing. A few short sniffs and he clocked a feminine scent with a strong masculine musk mixed with it. A musk that definitely did not match the man standing next to him. TJ opened his mouth to speak when Anthony interrupted. 


“I'll pay double your normal rate, please. Just put it on.” The man pleaded, his eyes wide. The teen noticed that his client’s pants were now tented quite obscenely.


Okay, whoever’s jizz this was, it was definitely adding to this man’s desperate need. Tristan decided not to press the issue. Instead, he gave the adult another small smile and pulled off his shirt. A tense quiet fell between them as the clothing fell to the floor. The teen fawn could see the man’s eyes drink in his body as the underage whore undressed. He heard a sharp intake of breath from the man as his clothes fell to the ground. The boy felt a swelling of lusty pride in his chest and his moderately sized member swelled up without getting hard. He loved getting this kind of reaction out of his playmates.


The deer turned and trotted over to the outfit the man wanted him to wear. He started to pull on the dirty outfit and his nose wrinkled for a brief moment from the sour scent of old sweat. Now that the stained fabric was right in his face, he realized he recognized the girl’s scent. It was definitely someone from his class, but who… Jessie? No. Louise? Isabela? Tanesha? No, no, no. Another couple of sniffs and shuffling through memories. Ah! This was Nora! Yeah, that’s exactly who it was. It was kind of hard for the teen to clock because her scent didn’t really resemble her dad’s very much at all. She didn’t look much like him either. Hm, weird. The teen’s train of thought was interrupted and his ears twitched and swivelled towards the man.


“Oh, fuck. That’s perfect. So perfect. Even better than I imagined.” The adult’s voice positively dripped with lust as he stepped up and felt up the underage boy’s sides, sliding his hands down the teen’s waist and gripping his ass through the skirt, his head dipping down to breathe in the combined scent that permeated the uniform. “Oh, sorry. I never introduced myself. I’m Anthony.”


“Tristan.” The boy responded demurely. His clients didn’t always want to exchange names, so he wouldn’t have had a problem with this being completely anonymous. The teen’s hands returned the groping, squeezing over the hard tent of the man’s pants, drawing a whimper from the adult. The slender paw traced the outline of the rigid member through the fabric of the shorts, feeling it flex and tense. The man above pushed his muzzle against TJ’s shoulder, his eyes screwed shut as he breathed deep of the stale sweat of his daughter. Anthony's hips rocked, thrusting the clothed cock against the fawn’s digits. The teen could hear the adult mumble something that sounded like a name, but he couldn’t make it out. Nora, no doubt. There was a mirror off to the side and in it, Tristan could see the intense look on his john’s face. The sight made the boy whore smirk as he squeezed and rubbed the desperate man's cock, feeling a wet spot form at the tip of the tent. The deer could also see his own member pulse and rise to full attention in the reflection. The underage whore sensed that he could probably bring the man to a finish by just doing this, but that didn't sound like much fun and TJ didn't do this work for the money alone.


TJ’s dexterous fingers found Anthony's fly and zipped it down. He received an approving groan and the adult's own digits quickly joined in to unbutton and tug down the pants and underwear both. The space between the two males grew much warmer and the teen’s wet nose twitched as fresh musk overpowered the stale scents on the uniform. The grown dog’s hard member pressed into Tristan’s torso, immediately soaking the spot with a large splotch of pre.


It wasn't the biggest that TJ had worked with and it fit comfortably in the boy's palm, but it was hard and dripping for him and that was enough to get the teen's mouth watering. Tristan pulled away just long enough to get into a kneeling position on the couch. The height difference between the two males was just large enough that kneeling on the floor was a no-go. TJ smiled up at Anthony and pumped the adult's cock with firm strokes until a large dollop of his favorite clear fluid collected at the tip and started drooling down his thumb. The teen deer’s tongue lolled out and licked up from base to tip, gathering up all the salty fluid he could before closing his lips around the bulbous tip and giving a good long suckle. Anthony's hips quivered in such a way that told Tristan that he was experiencing blissful pleasure. The boy swirled his tongue around the tip. He had johns before who hadn't slept with their wives in months or even years, and they had all reacted like this when TJ started going down on them for the first time. The tip of his tongue traced the round edge of the head and followed it around until it turned up on the underside. Tristan reached down and gave his own member a few pumps as he savored Anthony’s cock. The tongue found the slim slit at the head where his nectar was coming from, and TJ felt a fresh jet against his wet muscle and the teen quickly swallowed that down. The fawn loved his life, he loved that he got to do this kind of thing regularly, he loved that so many people found him so sexy. TJ pushed down and quickly reached the base of the member, Anthony’s manhood wasn’t quite long enough to deepthroat, but it was tickling the back of his throat and drew out a soft gag. TJ learned long ago how to tell if a man was getting close and the way Anthony’s hips were shaking and how his cock was flexing meant…


“Urgh, fuck fuck ffffuck.” The head of Anthony’s cock surged in TJ’s mouth and the boy pulled off with a small pop. The angry red member bounced in the air in front of the teen’s nose for few long, hard moments and he got a squirt of clear fluid right on his nosepad. The adult canine breathed in shuddery gasps and his thighs quivered in barely contained lust. With each violent pulse, TJ wondered if he misjudged how far along Anthony was and if he was about to get a load to the face. Several heartbeats passed and the throbs started to calm down. With a cocky smirk, Tristan pursed his lips and blew a soft puff of air on the underside of the twitching dick. His eyes flicked upwards and his smirk melted when he saw an emotion that can only be described with one word in the man’s eyes. Frenzy.


Fists gripped the teen’s bun of hair and his cry of surprise was instantly muffled by cock. The fawn was jerked roughly up and down the stout member. Anthony wasn’t long enough to give TJ a true skullfucking, but his head did jam up against the boy whore’s throat triggering repeated gags.The sound summoned memories to the man’s mind. His glinting eyes found the mirror nearby and he saw a lithe teenage body dressed up in a tennis uniform, on their knees, mouth full of cock, gagging as they were roughly facefucked. The light glistened off a droplet of spit before it landed on the uniform’s chest. It looked like- So fucking much like. This was exactly like-


“Oh my girl. My sweet girl. My fucking nasty girl. Oh fuckkk. N-nor- NORA!” Anthony groaned and mashed his hips against TJ’s snout. His stout cock jerked against the entrance to the boy’s gagging gullet, squirting its load. Slender fists banged against the adult’s thighs. Seed quickly went down the wrong way. Thick wet coughs made the pearly fluid shoot out of the splotchy dog’s nose and spluttered out from his messy lips. Tears flowed freely from reddened eyes as the boy’s reflexes were completely out of his control and he wasn’t able to swallow any of the load. Darkness started to creep into the sides of his vision when suddenly the grip was gone.


Tristan fell on his side on the couch, gasping and wheezing as though he was just drowning, which was not far from the truth. His nostrils burned and he gulped down air in between coughing fits. A few more weak strands of white squirted onto his body from above, the last dregs of what had been Anthony's most intense orgasm of his life yet.


With a lightheaded slowness, Anthony's eyes trailed downwards to the mess he made of the boy. The red eyes, the tear-streaked face, the sloppy fur, the cum dripping onto the sofa, the fresh stains on his daughter's uniform, and further along the teen’s body… wetness between the legs. Clear fluid had leaked from the deer’s hard cock down the boy’s thighs, though the cock itself was concealed under the uniform’s skirt. The adult dog’s nose told him that it was male pre, but Anthony's lust-addled mind still swam with fantasies of his young flesh and blood. He ignored reality: there was a wet pussy under that skirt and he needed to breed it. The man’s flagging cock returned to full attention and without any conscious thought, Anthony climbed onto the couch.


“Wai- *hrk*. Wait a sec, I need- AGH!” Tristan was cut off by a yelp as hard cock was shoved into his unprepared ass. “H-hold on-”


A hand shoved TJ facedown into the sofa stifling his protests. The boy had retracted his consent, but the older male wasn’t hearing any of it. He was bigger, stronger, and no longer thinking clearly. There would be no more interruptions to the frenzied man’s breeding fantasies.


Pained grunts and yelps were muffled by the cushions as Anthony began to fuck the twink dry. In his delirious mind, Anthony interpreted the noises as signs of pleasure. The thought of his daughter enjoying his cock filled him with sexual elation. The man raised his head and his happy moans joined the muffled grunts as their hips met in a steady rhythm.


On Tristan’s side of things, he could see nothing. Pain burned in his ass and he could feel the fabric on his face grow wet with his tears. His once hard dick softened between his legs. He reflexively clenched up each time the adult thrust in, which only made it feel worse for the boy. With his face shoved into the couch and the weight of the adult preventing him from moving, he was forced to let it happen. Fuck. This was one of the things he was scared of when he stood on this guy’s doorstep. Hell, he thought it was gonna happen right when the guy yanked him inside. But then the john’s dorkiness got him to relax and, well. This session had even been fun up til now. It was hot playing as the man’s daughter, choking on “daddy’s” cock. Tristan’s thighs were still slick with the pre that had leaked from his dick while he was blowing the man. But now it… Mmm. Mm? It wasn’t so bad? TJ realized that Anthony’s modest cock, which hadn’t been long enough to deepthroat, was still long enough to prod his prostate. Despite himself he was starting to feel jolts of pleasure mixed in with the burning pain. Reluctant squeaky moans started to come out alongside his tense throat alongside the strained grunts. It still hurt like hell, no doubt. It just… wasn’t all bad. His softened cock started to stiffen up and leak once more.


Anthony ran his free hand up and down the slender side of his “girl” as he continued to fuck Lull in rhythmic motions. Her pussy was so hot and tight around his cock, and the way it clenched around his shaft every time he thrust in… the man was in heaven. The warm passage gripped him like a vice, milking his cock for every drop of pre he had. He could fuck Nora like this forever. The part of his mind that wasn’t completely absorbed in the boy’s ass reminded him that it wasn’t really her… and he shoved that voice down. He could pretend for a little while longer. His free hand slipped down between Lull’s legs, finding the boy’s dripping cockhead. His fingers circled it as the man pretended it was his daughter’s clit. He leaned down, bringing his muzzle closer to Lull’s ear.


“Mmm, you’re so wet, Nora.” Anthony rumbled out, sending a submissive thrill down TJ’s spine and the boy’s ears pinned back. “Is this what my princess has been wanting all this time? You don’t need to go out to get this, you don’t need to go to him. You can get it right here at home…”


The older canine’s hand left the “clit”, trailing back along the thigh and lifted up away from the flesh… CRACK. The hand came down in a firm slap on TJ’s ass, drawing a yelp from the boy.


“But you won’t, will you Nora.” Crack. Smack. Tristan’s face scrunched up from the stinging blows. Anthony kept thrusting in between spanks. “No, you’ll keep going to your coach” Smack. “You’ll keep sucking his cock. Not mine.” Smack. “You’ll bend over for him, not me.” Smack. “You’ll moan out his name, not mine.” Smack. This time the hand didn’t leave. “You’ll look at him with those beautiful eyes, while he defiles you. While he disrespects you. And you’ll cum from it.” Anthony’s hand clenched, claws digging through the thin fur and scratching the skin and drawing blood. The man’s next words were whispered so quietly that Lull almost couldn’t hear them. “And so will I.”


Anthony’s hips quivered and he shook. Tears fell from the adult’s eyes as confused feelings whirled through his mind. A sound that was half sob and half moan escaped his lips. His cock spasmed in the teen deer’s ass, shooting thick ropes of cum into the fawn. The man wasn’t alone. TJ squealed a girly moan into the couch as the pain of the rough sex, the pleasure of his pummeled prostate, the humiliation of the rape, and the filthy secrets of their little roleplay blended together in his young mind and drove him to the inevitable conclusion. Cum squirted from his dick, making a mess of the uniform’s skirt and the couch underneath him. His ass rippled around Anthony’s cock, milking the man for everything he had to give. Together, the pair shared one of the most powerful and confusing orgasms that they had ever had in their lives.


-


The two sat on the couch in awkward silence. Tristan’s fur was damp and had a fresh floral scent. Anthony had allowed the teen to use his shower and the underage prostitute helped himself to what must have been the daughter’s shampoo and conditioner. The teen had some paper towels stuffed into his pants to soak up any blood from his ass. Mostly from the scratches on his ass cheek, though the dry fucking had also torn his anus a little bit. Anthony still smelled of sweat and sex, having decided to wait until after the teen whore left before he washed himself. In the boy’s pocket was a crumpled bundle of paper bills. His fee plus extra for the roleplay and hefty sum more on top of that for ‘uhm, the uh, the injuries. Sorry.’ as Anthony had mumbled. TJ was the first one to break the silence.


“So, uh-” Was all he was able to get out before Anthony interrupted.


“Same time next week?” The hope in the man’s voice was almost cute. Tristan had a feeling that Anthony would never be able to get with his daughter like he so desperately fantasized.


There was a deathly long pause before the man got his answer.


“...Sure.” Tristan said quietly, a tent forming between his legs.