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A Bidoof Little Leaguer seems to have quite the relationship with his Coach, thanks in no part to getting to stay with the Sawsbuck for extra time by himself after practice.

Another story with a mellow but fun and sweet tone to it.", "writing": "The bleak gray of the cloudy sky rumbled above the Sawsbuck, and a cervine ear gave a little twitch. Though the storm whirling far above the park and fields had been threatening to break, for nearly the whole of practice the weather simply carried a slightly chilly air through the trees and across the pitch.\n\nMost of his Hoenn Little League team had already left, taken home by parents or picked up one by one over the course of fifteen minutes, leaving only a Bidoof and Helioptile who were currently off next to the latter's car, laughing at something or other he could only catch faint bits of through the gentle rustle of the wind.\n\nHis arm lifted without delay as his phone rang, cheerfully answering with a “Good evening!”\n\n“Heeeey, Coach Ward!”\n“Mr. Foster, good to hear from you. Are you going to be at the park soon?”\n\nA tiny bit of heat trembled in the stag's chest.\n\n“Wish I could! I'm probably gonna be another twe...” the man's voice trailed off, followed by the clack of pens on a desk and the sound of shuffled papers, “... thirty minutes. Really appreciate you makin' this easier on me!” The tone of the Swampert's voice was nothing but appreciative, and the Sawsbuck's tufted tail gave an unseen flick as he leaned against the side of his own SUV.\n\n“Oh, you know I'm willing to give my players whatever time I can on or off the field! We'll be in the lot, same as last week.”\n“Thanks again! I'll be by for Noah soon. Take care!”\n“You too.”\n\nAs he palmed his phone back into the pocket of his windbreaker, his gaze finally turned as he heard the accelerator on the van now making it's way out of the parking lot, a sudden flick to his tail made his ears nearly match his antlers in rigid surprise as he whirled around.\n\nThere stood Noah, the young Bidoof grinning wide enough to really put his buckteeth on display. All the average height of a uniformed nine year old beamed up at him with a playful air, and the man's eyes trailed briefly over the rounded edge of the boy's left bucktooth, chipped and shaped to keep it from having a sharp edge.\n\n“I have somethin' on my teeth?” the boy asked, quickly going crosseyed in a joking attempt to check, met soon after by the man pulling the boy's cap down over his eyes.\n\n“No, but if you come home with crossed eyes your dad'll kill me!” the stag joked as the boy grabbed at his forearm, but didn't really try to wriggle free before just leaning forward into the palm instead with a boyish giggle. As he teetered over the ground while balanced against his Coach's hand, the man briefly glanced again, this time over the faint tresses of cap-shoved chestnut headfur circling the child's “Oldale Youth Warriors” cap.\n\n“It's fiiiiiiiine!” the beaverboy chimed soon after, freeing his head from the hat and leaving it loosely grasped in the man's hand as he looked up to the nearly six and five tall Sawsbuck. “They always go back, yup.”\n\nThe boy's brow was still damp with sweat even in the light breeze, giving his chestnut headfur a slightly messy appearance. Those green eyes, the couple of stripes on the boy's jersey... dirt was pressed into a fair bit of the uniform's front, all the way down to particularly messy pants and cleats. Smoothly, the man held back the reflex of biting his lower lip but couldn't keep his heart from feeling like it skipped a beat, kicking heat through his veins.\n\n“Yeah, yeah.” is all that would come out at first, that hat soon squashed messily back onto the boy's head as the Bidoof fussed. That darker brown of his snout and red nose wriggled, soon reaching up to stick his fingers inbetween the Sawsbuck's and “pull free” with a smile as the hat was soon fixed right back on his head with a wriggle of those little ears.\n\n“Your dad'll be here in a little less than forty.” His mouth felt a bit dry. “You wanna go take a walk for a bit?”\n\nNoah's eyes screwed shut as he tilted back with an exaggerated “Hmmmmm~” before the boy tilted back forward with a nod. “I'm kinda tired today, but... okay!”\n\nThe wind picked up for a moment, and the trees danced all around – you would scarcely be able to tell the suburbs around thanks to the well-kept greenery, bar the far side of the lot and the open street. The man gave a brief glance around, eyes trailing a car in the distance for but a second before he made sure his doors were locked, turning to find the boy already taking a lead on him.\n\n“Hold up a second!” he called out, noticing a brief wiggle of the boy's rounded tail before he swiveled about and stopped on the spot. Making the short distance in a moment, the boy's Coach gave a little nod. “Alright! Let's go.”\n\nThe two made their way behind the wooden bleachers, and the man silently cleared his throat as they passed the press box into the empty nature paths away from the park.\n\n“I'm impressed, Noah! You've really gotten into this.”\n“Mmm... it was hard at first.” the boy replied a bit softly, tapping the tips of his cleats on the soil path.\n“It doesn't matter that it was hard, you know. You worked hard to get on this team! And besides... I don't think any of the other boys could've taken that bat to the teeth like you did.”\n\nThe Bidoof smiled, that chip on his bucktooth especially clear with him at the man's side.\n\n“Yeah, except I still had to go to the hospital!” he exclaimed, lifting a finger to feel a bit at the difference in heights his slightly oversized front teeth now had. The Sawsbuck stepped closer, patting the boy's far shoulder and briefly pressing the kid to his side for a few steps.\n\n“And I bet you anything any other boy would've been knocked right out! Even beyond that, you can even match all the other boys now in warmups, and you know you're a great Catcher, yeah?”\n\nThough he didn't blush, there was a briefly sheepish sort of look on the young water-type's face, but he soon peeked up at his Coach again, chest puffing out a bit with adorably modest pride. “Yeah.”\n\nThe sky rumbled again, drawing the attention of the two upwards while the Sawsbuck briefly scratched around the base of a flower-studded antler, and he gave the boy a reassuring look. “If it starts to pour, we can just run back to the car. And... don't forget to take your cleats off in the parking lot, we don't wanna damage those studs.” the man explained, a bit more of that heated feeling spreading through the grass-type's chest as he takes a breath of that cool Spring air.\n\n“Okaaay. I just forgot again, honest!”\n\nThe Bidoof gave him a playful bump as he briskly trotted forward, picking up the pace and taking a bit of a lead as the path came alongside an undeveloped field beyond the treeline, gazing over the far horizon as the stag slowly caught up with him.\n\n“Hey, Mr. Ward?”\n\nThe man's head perked up, but the boy continued before he could speak.\n\n“Were we... uh...”\n\nA restrained chuckle escaped the Sawsbuck, standing behind the uniformed kid with hands on his shoulders. Only for a second, before kneeling down to his height with an arm over his back and a smile at his side.\n\n“Noah, I was going to -ask- if you wanted to... y'know...” came his voice in a low whisper, fingers trailing briefly over the boy's belt. Despite his intentions, perversions, the now almost-irritating feeling of his arousal building in his briefs, there was always an air of hesitation when it came to playing with the boy. It hadn't been like this at the start... but as what they did grew all the more intense, so did these brief, hot moments of apprehension.\n\n“I dunno...” the young Bidoof murmurs as his mind starts to sort through what might happen, how it might, eyes wandering from grass to sky before closing in thought. He could catch his Coach's scent this close, a floral-tinted freshness entwined with a fuller, headier scent of stag. All the same the man smelled fresh grass and young boy, a gentler scent without edge even after all that exercise.\n\nThe boy looked so deep in thought that the Sawsbuck soon found himself surprised by another nudge from the boy and a toothy grin.\n\n“Okay! Buuuut...”\n\nEven though there was something else to be heard, the agreement from the boy's own lips had the stag's dick grinding aggressively against the inside of his briefs with the burning urge that filled it out as best it could manage. Cervine ears flicked, and the man swallowed dryly as he nodded his head.\n\n“But...?”\n\nThe boy's gaze went up and away as his arms crossed, and then he learned riiiight on in to give his Coach a whisper.\n\n“You gotta suck me first this time.”\n\nEven half hard, his cock oozed precum into his undergarments. Spurred on by the cheery boy's demand, the Sawsbuck only could nod, briefly flicking his eyes over towards the empty path they came from before his far hand fondled the boy's cup through those dirtied uniform pants.\n\n“Noah, I'll suck your perfect little cock whenever you want me to.” he whispered, and the boy's face skewed a bit before a little laugh bubbled in the child's throat at the man's dirty talk. “And I'm not your Coach right now... so you can call me Eric.”\n\n“That's still weird, ahah!” the boy exclaimed with a bright laugh, feeling a slight twist in his tummy that teased downwards within juuuust slightly, spurred on by the gentle nudging around of his cup.\n\n“It's only after practice! C'moooon.” he teased, fingers slipping downwards to the lowest edge of the cup, making thighs press together as he shamelessly brushed the edge of the boy's covered taint. A small huff later, the young beaver nods his head, although he can't quite bring his gaze to meet the man's.\n\n“Okay... Eric. Where are we gonna, uh...”\n\n“Don't worry! Hop on.”\n\nThe interruption was quickly followed up as the man turned on his heel, offering the boy his back. This was something the Bidoof didn't mind at all, and his legs were soon braced by the man's arms with a noisy rustle of that windbreaker as he climbed up onto his back, framed at the sides by the stag's beautiful antlers and further spreading that floral scent in the air as he peered over.\n\n“Woah--” the young Bidoof barely had time to exclaim as the man rose to his feet, starting a brisk jog that bounced the boy along his back a bit, punctuated with over-emphasized little grunts matching each drop. Hands grasped at the man's antlers, giving them a bit of a tug to return the favor of surprise that did make Eric jerk back a bit, laughing along with the boy as he made his way back along the path towards the bleachers.\n\n“In the car?” Noah asked, looking towards the lone SUV coming into view over towards the parking lot.\n\n“Naaaah...” was the man's distracted reply, his own eyes turning towards a few extra places like the other far path, the trail towards the park not too far off, then towards the wooden bleachers. Like reinforced steps, one couldn't see “through” them to the diamond on the other side, and they were facing away from the lot and street... a tingle of naughtiness bubbled up in him.\n\n“We're not gonna go in the restrooms again, are we?” the boy asked again, mind briefly flickering to the dull hum of the lights in his memory, of his Coach's hands deftly exploring his little cock in a stall.\n\n“Nope!”\n\nThe Bidoof squinted, then started yanking on Eric's antlers again with a whining cry of “Tellll meeeeee!” he barely managed to get half-out before giggles crept their way into it. Soon his question was answered in the form of the stag crouching down, signaling him to get off his back right in front of those bleachers, the fence right behind.\n\n“Here!”\n\n“You wanna suck my thingy on the -bleachers-?” the Bidoof asked, feeling a cool wash of air over the back of his neck stepping back onto the ground.\n\n“I wanna do a lot more than that on the bleachers! … but yeah.” the Sawsbuck grinned, stepping his way up the blocky, smooth wood towards the tip top. Following suit the boy clambered up alongside him, even pulling himself up onto the topmost one to stand tall... and lean against the little barrier they'd nailed in to keep kids from just toppling some feet straight to the ground. Little green eyes looked up towards the blanket of deep clouds as the sky grew a little darker, and looked up at the bill of his cap as he felt the pressure of his Coach's chin come to rest atop it.\n\nHands wrapped around the boy in a fond hug, the Sawsbuck just taking a moment to appreciate holding the sweet child. Hands gently cradled a bit of tummy through the front of that uniform, and as a touch became a teasing grasp that pulled cloth up, dragging his untucked shirt beneath up along with it to bare some of the boy's soft, lightly chubby tummy to the cool evening air.\n\n“Hey!! It's chilly, c'mon!” whined the Bidoof, pushing his slightly loosed uniform back down in front, only serving to make the man's hands drift over his groin and drum a few digits on that cup. A lingering shiver from the cool air over his briefly exposed belly finally materialized, making the edges of that cup further push against his sweat-damp little bits.\n\n“I'll keep you warm, okay?”\n\nA brief silence, and the boy's cleats clunked against the wood beneath him as he turned about, Eric pulling back just slightly so the boy could look up at him. From this angle however, the boy could see the stressed front of the stag's pants, trailing up to tilt his head back so he could see from under the bill.\n\n“You better! But if I wanna go in the car...”\n“We'll do that if you get too cold, alright... wanna give me a kiss?”\n“Eww! No!” the boy cried, grinning as the man kneeled down on the lower rung of bleachers, able to at least bump nose to nose with a distracting tickle along the kid's sides that helped silence fussing with giggles instead.\n\nDespite the aching in his loins, Eric's arms wrapped around the boy more fully, giving him a warm hug that was returned with one around his shoulders with a deep breath that pulled that youthful scent into his lungs. The man hadn't been running around like they had, but still the slight sweat from the insulation of his clothes ingrained that more adult musk into the boy's earthy brown snout.\n\n“Thank you, Noah. You're my buddy!”\n\nAs the hug relaxed the man let his hands wander a bit, the metal of the boy's belt buckle jingling a bit as it was pulled open, exposing the topmost button on his uniform pants before the man caught himself. A car drove past in the distance, and it dawned upon him that he wasn't exactly sure what this might look like from the road... but even with the safety banister set up and the dimmer light of the early evening, he felt like someone might be able to see a bare Bidoof bottom.\n\n“Step one more down.”\n\nThe boy nodded and the man accommodated, carefully sliding back down another set of seats while the boy moved down with him, dipping him(mostly) out of sight from the far side of the wooden construction. Now pleased, the Sawsbuck's almost-shaky digits opened up the nine year old's pants and pulled them to the boy's knees, the man's breath holding still for a moment as he took in the cute sight of that jock and cloth dome of a protective cup on the boy, surrounding a pair of blue-trimmed underoos.\n\n“Y'know, you've lost a biiiiit of weight since you joined the team, Noah.” Eric hummed softly, flexing his cock into his briefs in the closest form of masturbation he could possibly muster while one hand's digits teased up that jersey and shirt again, exposing the creamier color of the water-type's belly, a little inwards navel, the full, healthy weight of the Bidoof fitting a slightly stockier build.\n\nThough a shiver brewed in his legs, Noah watched curiously as the man explored him and even glanced at the edge of his tummy peeking just barely over the lower edge of his somewhat lifted clothes.\n\n“That's what my Doctor said at my check-up! Well, not the team part, just that I lost a lil' weight. I think it's why I can keep up a lot easier now!” the boy exclaimed brightly, that innocence even quenching the man's lust for a moment as he smiled with a bit of pride for his player.\n\n“You've still got a handsome tummy... and a handsome one of these, too.” whispered the man, a single finger brushing from navel down, straight along the middle of the boy's cup.\n\nFinally a shiver again, though Eric couldn't tell if it was his touch or the wind's chilly breath that brought it out. As the Sawsbuck pulled the kid's jock down he gently nosed against that little belly, looking upwards as lips placed a soft kiss on the boy's navel. It distracted him from the feeling of exposure down below, and almost slyly the stag slid his handsome snout deep beneath the boy's jersey up to his chest, breathing in the boy's scent at its deepest.\n\nThis was something the Bidoof didn't quite grasp in the way that the man did. Though there was a quality to the adult's scent that tickled him – perhaps due to his 'weakness' to grass-types – this desire for scent was the Sawsbuck's alone. Another flex of the man's cock in his briefs reminds the stag of the already-sticky state of them, and closed eyes open as his chin drags down that sweat-damp boyfront to let just the barest hint of breath tease over the top of the child's shaft.\n\n“Can Iiiii?”\n“You're the one who pulled it out, silly!”\n“Yeah, but -can- I? Can I suck you off, Noah?”\n\nThe Sawsbuck grinned, and the boy rolled his eyes and did the same.\n\n“Come onnnn!”\n“Welllll?”\n\nThe boy huffed, and beneath his Coach's head, beneath those russet-colored eyes he was sure his chubby little dick was hard as could be. His toes curled in his cleats, and abruptly his little hands wrapped around Eric's antlers, pulling the man's head away from his groin and exposing his uncut, sweaty boydick to their eyes. Two a half inches long and fat as a sausage, the foreskin lazily hung to the end of the boy's bolt-upright cock and gave a peek down at the deeper color within.\n\nBeneath this excited little spire sat the beaver's pudgy ballsack, a wide, but short pouch that suited the look of his dick perfectly; it was here where the man soon found his nose pushed into, wrangled by a nine year old.\n\n“Suck my cock, it's getting chilly already!”\n“Hahah! Watch that needy little mouth of yours...!” the man teased right back, but getting the go-ahead from the boy again, mixed with the fresh, direct scent of immodestly erect kiddiebits had his cock let loose such a thick strand of precum he soon felt a cool trickle against his thigh.\n\nHe wasn't about to just not keep his word, though... and after another full breath through his snout, he looked straight up at the boy as his mouth dipped down, gobbling up the Bidoof's brownish shaft. He could -see- those muscles tense at the brush of his tongue, he could hear a gaspy little breath from the boy inbetween the ebbs of the wind... his fingers slid around to the boy's exposed rear, palming at that little bottom as if to just drive that immature cock right down his throat.\n\nIt would not reach, but feeling that pressure alone was what he wanted. Only when the boy wrenched his antlers again did he realize something was up, “Don't push so hard, okay?” Hearing that was almost a little embarrassing, just as it also stoke the fires of a stronger, brighter-burning lust he instead kept at bay as he relieved some of that pressure on the boy's groin.\n\nEric was not shy about vigorous use of his muscular cervine tongue however, and the wet suction was noisy as he slobbered on the short length of chubby prick. The boy's posture shifted a bit, legs spreading some as those teases of cold air met with puffs of heat and the comparatively fiery laps and suckles of grown-up tongue to beckon him up onto his tiptoes, even if for just a moment. \n\nThe pressure ceased and with a wet, slick noise the stag released the boy's cock from his mouth, but his lips quickly found the underside as his head turned some, carefully kissing down the short, spitshined length and stroking it outright with the edge of his mouth. Length and crosswise Eric's snout went, nudging little Noah's cock around and around before the man started bobbing his handsome muzzle that short distance.\n\nA bit of nervousness was working itself into the boy's hips, simply not quite able to just stand still while all that tingling is going on down there, nevermind the needy adult's fingers occasionally giving his rear a playful squeeze!\n\nNow it felt a little hotter than before, although a stray drop of drool from the stag's sloppy blowjob lent a chilly trail over the boy's balls, which itself soon disappears inside the man's mouth as the whole of those young bits now rest within for a moment. Gasping, Noah's rigid boydick feels that much more firm and stands proudly as it's once again exposed to the air.\n\nThe Sawsbuck's stance shifts, putting weight on a knee so he can start firmly gripping at his own dick through the front of his pants, his other hand grasping that slippery, chubby dick and pulling that foreskin back. Unfurling that dark brown skin bares the boy's naturally damp cockhead, same-colored glans soon awash in spit as a tongue twirls over the bared bulb.\n\nThat one is much closer to a lightning bolt, and that broad tongue lapping against his tender, sensitive frenum nearly makes the boy jump and wrings out a gasp that the man could only ever find erotic.\n\n“Not too much there...!” he whines, and after just one more teasing lick, Eric grins and places a kiss on that tender little cockhead before letting the foreskin claim it once more, still blindly groping at himself as he goes down on the boy for another round of headbobbing. Fingers tease that rear in the meanwhile, some near that puff of a tail, others pulling just slightly on a cheek, letting a bit of that cool wind tease into and along that tender little valley.\n\nThe Bidoof was starting to get a little too antsy at this point. A bit of fresh sweat was starting to make the air feel a little colder, and the tingling of his shaft was starting to make his belly tense and twist again and again as he tried to keep his legs spread apart a bit. As his eyes closed in an attempt of focus, it only served to amplify the next sharp tingle right through his immature dick and on reflex he couldn't help but pull on those antlers!\n\nSurprised, Eric's mouth slipped off the boy's dick, looking up to him once more to see a panting, antsy-looking boy.\n\n“Wanna stop for now?”\n“Y-Yeah.”\n“Mmmkay.”\n\nThough some disappointment was there, it wasn't going to ruin the man's day because this sweet little water-type wanted to hold back from an orgasm. As Noah works to catch his breath, his own button pops open between his fingers, giving only the slightest reprieve in pressure to his aching shaft, doubly so looking up at that sweet, bucktoothed little face and cap. This boy was just... perfect to him.\n\n“You want a turn too, Noah?”\n\nThe Bidoof's eyes glanced away for a moment, becoming a good deal more aware of his Coach's self-pleasure, and there still felt like there was a lingering tingle in his rapidly cooling little cock. Finally as his body relaxed a bit more, a smile crept back into his slightly labored face and the boy gave a little nod.\n\nEric couldn't hide the flutter in his tail, but that didn't matter. As he stood up, Noah wriggled himself out of his droopy jock and pants, now standing barebottomed in jersey and cleats. This gives the man just the right bit of time to snatch the boy's cap off, tapping that little red nose before standing fully upright. The boy's ears perk and his eyes are drawn to the zipper being pulled down in front of him, exposing a gray pair of briefs with a dark patch of pre-soaked fabric all over the front.\n\nNot on the same level, the boy soon drops to a knee, slipping down and turning to face the Sawsbuck, though the full height of the stag and his antlers sometimes made him look a little bigger than he was. Still, the boy's hands reached out, grasping at the man's strained tent and soon drawing back his hand a bit in surprise.\n\n“Dang, you made it so sticky it looks like you wet yourself!”\n\nThe man couldn't help but laugh, looking down at that slightly messier headfur just as the boy pulls the elastic out, finally freeing the man's dick from its' prison.\n\nCrowned by a deeper brown ruff of lush pubic fluff, the Sawsbuck's cock was otherwise the creamier color of his underbelly, contrasting the boy's darker tint and dwarfing him in all aspects. Though a hair short under seven inches, the man's dick was naturally thicker than the boy's, and a faint shimmer of sweat adds not only to the sight of that throbbing, foreskin-shrouded cockhead, but that somewhat floral scent seems to grow deeper, a cushion for the heady musk of a very, very randy stag.\n\nThe boy's little red nose wiggles again, his sensitive to the grass-type's scent making his pudgy ballsack pull up a bit tightly, gasping as his fingers finally come into contact with the man's cock.\n\nEric's hand fondly strokes the boy's shoulder, belying his bubbling tension that circles heat endlessly throughout him, nodding his head as little fingers pull his foreskin back as well, exposing a pre-soaked, shiny dome of a cockhead with a straight-on view of beading precum at that slit. This time it was the Bidoof's turn to look up with a dick in front of him, and that half-dressed look all but urged the Sawsbuck's cock to ooze another drop of pre.\n\nTurning his head slightly and opening his mouth, the boy keeps his gaze on the adult as that still bared cockhead nudged alongside, and under his shorter, chipped bucktooth, a gentle guide of the man's dick straight into his mouth. That little tongue flicks up along the underside of that swollen glans, and a groan of pleasure escapes the boy's Coach as he kneads that shoulder just a touch.\n\n“There you go...” he adds, commending the boy as his eyes glance over towards the lot again, just as empty as it was before... feeling the breeze again, then another few laps of the boy's tongue pull his attention back down in an urgent tingle that almost makes his balls ache. The Bidoof's hands in the meanwhile spread apart, one keeping a grip on that adult-sized cock as the other pushes up underneath the stag's sweaty nuts, briefly jiggling them about on the palm of his hand.\n\nEven with a mouthful of cock there's a stupid little grin from the Bidoof, and the strained chuckle that comes from Eric is only evidence of how much the boy is getting to him.\n\nNot too keen on trying to jam the man's dick down his young throat, the boy instead focuses solely on the Sawsbuck's cockhead with broad licks and laps that stir the soup of precum in his mouth. He doesn't swallow however – resulting in trickles of precum oozing from his maw in an even sloppier blowjob than the last, wet shlicks of that little tongue displacing precum and spit bit by bit over his own chin. The hand grasping that cock jerks on and off, an uncertain tempo sometimes together with his tongue, other times completely still while the man's balls are jostled instead.\n\nWith a soft 'pleh' the boy pulls off of the man's dick and letting some precum fall from his mouth, of which a single spinning rope splats right onto his own cock.\n\n“Oops.” the slightly pudgy boy murmurs, wiping his mouth off on his arm, completely blind to the aroused exhale through the man's snout at the sight of that young boner glazed with some of his own precum. Changing up his hold on the cock a bit, the water-type taps the bare glans against his buckteeth a bit, letting it nudge a bit onto his cheek as his tongue curls along the side in quick, careful licks around the crown of that leaky shaft and just a bit further.\n\nEric's hand strokes along the boy's ears now, occasionally tousling that beautiful headfur as the young beaver dutifully slobbers all over his prick. It's almost entrancing to watch, each little flick of that tongue making his dick glisten just a bit more, the kid's fingers even starting to smear some of it around as that brown snout draws ever closer to the man's furred groin. Being so awestruck by the boy, by that cute face starting to nuzzle up into the base of his cock... another groan, and his dick nearly spurts its next release of pre.\n\n“A-Ah, buddy... hey, take it a little easy...”\n\nThe man's voice brings the Bidoof a little clarity, and his next breath pulls in a point-blank huff of the man's scent that makes him reel back a little bit, rubbing his nose with a soft laugh.\n\n“Gonna make a mess?” the boy asks, knowing very well what that'll look like. Still, the Sawsbuck shakes his head a bit and steps back, letting some of the cool air temper his lust a bit.\n\n“Well... I was wondering if you-” his heart thumps in his chest as he speaks, but his arousal drives him forward. “-might wanna do that other thing this time.”\n\n“You mean stick it in my butt!”\n“You've gotten so much better at it, though!”\n\nA huff and a playful waggle of the man's dick were the boy's initial response, but soon he rocked back and forth a bit before pulling down on that shaft a bit and letting it spring back up to that smooth curve outwards from the man's groin.\n\n“Fiiiiiine... I bet you even have one of those bottles of slippery stuff already, huh!”\n\nAccused and definitely guilty, the man scratches at the back of his neck a bit, suddenly a little more aware of the faint pressure in his jeans' watch pocket where he'd slid a small bottle. Rather than linger on being caught with that, the man instead slips out of his windbreaker, the boy confused as he turns and lays it out on the bleachers, folding the hood under itself a few times.\n\n“So you can lay down. It's probably cold!”\n\nWith a cheerful “Thanks!” the little beaver shivers a bit, the cool air having brought his stiff boy boner down to half-mast, giving it a chubby wobble as he slips onto the jacket, wriggling back a bit before remembering something – and to the Sawsbuck's utter delight, rocks his own self back a bit, cleats going up in the air and exposing his most tender regions to the man's gaze. From the boy's chubby taint to the now visible wrinkle of already-deflowered pucker, the sight still gives the man pause and his dick a pulse of primal urge.\n\nWhile the long-sleeved shirt beneath the man's coat did also keep the full brunt of the air from feeling a little too chilly, now he had something pulling in his focus so heavily that it didn't even bother him. Fishing the small bottle from his inner pocket, a spin of plastic sends the top clacking to the floor forgotten, two pairs of eyes instead focusing on the glistening trickle of clear fluid from the applicator's tip over the boy's taint. His ankles knock a bit and rear tenses, especially as the man's cocktip pushes up against that muscular ring to sort of 'catch' the lube before it continues on.\n\n“It's not as cold as before.” the boy muses, watching his cock start to perk and twitch from those familiar sensations, still somewhat foreign to his young body outright.\n\n“Mm, that's because it was in the toolbox. I apologized, didn't I?”\n\n“Yeah! Should try and keep it warm like this every time, though.” the Bidoof adds with a smile, green eyes seeming to glitter to his Coach... although it also felt like that might just be what the boy does to him.\n\nNeeding only one hand to slowly drizzle the lube on his cock and the boy's hole, the other begins a slow, calculated pumping on his shaft, little nudges of his hips making his repeatedly bared tip get slick with precum as it nudges against that ring, beckoning it to loosen, a reminder of what's certain. This noisy lubrication turns the boy's smile into a bit of a grin, and he reaches down to grab his own once-again stiff cocklet and give the chubby thing a squeeze.\n\n“Gimme some too!”\n\nHe probably would've gotten around to it, but that ensured his hand immediately squeezed out the last bits of the small bottle directly onto the boy's fingers, the silky liquid pooling under the faint curve of his belly, dripping to his sides or down his pudgy balls.\n\n“That's too much, you dork!” Noah exclaims, a single palming of his erection even feeling like it's pushing the precum around his palm.\n\n“Looks like you like too much!”\n“You're just makin' your jacket dirty!”\n\nThis little banter continued through the Sawsbuck's errant jerking, finally letting go of his cock for a moment to just look down at what he was about to do. Though somewhat distracted with the mess of lube, the bottomless kiddo's eyes soon turned upwards, and the man felt a knot in his throat looking down over the boy lightly swinging his dick back and forth, to his well-lubed, dripping dick poised so readily at the nine year old's pucker.\n\n“You ready? I'm gonna go as far as I did last time and stop, alright?”\n\nAlmost as soon as the boy nodded did the man shift his position a bit and transition right into that pressure, then withdrew for a half second, pushing right back after. That ring trembled, and the man's eyes were locked solely on his fat cockhead as it soon disappeared inside the kid's backside. A hard flex made a vein on his cock bulge, and the gasp that came with that wet little pop felt like it might strangle the cum from his balls already.\n\nCarefully, gently, little Noah is rocked backwards, the smooth motion followed together with a slick noise as two inches disappear inside that tight bottom almost easily. Paying no attention to where his cleats are going, they lightly rest against the man's chest before he guides them to his sides, now latching onto the stag and giving him the rest of the angle he needs.\n\nThe next two inches push against a little more resistance as the boy feels fuller, the tight ring of his young ass fluttering as he tries to keep from flexing too hard.. but those flexes only serve to make it a little easier for his rear to accept the man's dick.\n\nOne more inch and the man stops, only now realizing that his tunnel-vision had wanted to keep his eyes solely on the penetration and nothing more, but now seeing the boy huffing, feeling the squeeze of those bare legs, the wince on his features, and he holds back.\n\n“You okay...?”\n“Mmmmh... it still feels a little too full...”\n\nThe man's hips pull back a bit, just a half inch of grace that helps calm the boy's errant twitchiness some.\n\n“Keep going, I wanna try it.”\n“Noah, th-”\n“I wanna!”\n\nSomething felt flipped. Even with that heat around his cock, with those faint reminders of the chilly early Spring air, his arousal finally knocked once more and reminded him of what he wanted. What he craves. Still wanting to pause for a moment, his attention's grabbed as the boy knocks his cleats into his back, loosely holding his young dick.\n\nHe couldn't refuse that. The man drew closer, coming down over the boy a bit and having only a little space to brace himself, and then push. The given half-inch was reclaimed first, then the first of the last two inches of oozing grass-type cock pushed in, the boy's missmatched buckteeth tugging on his lower lip a bit... and then a firm push that made the kid's eyes go wide!\n\nThe Sawsbuck's weighty balls slapped against that brownfurred backside, leftover precum squishing all around the base of his cock together with an incredible squeeze to his cock that even had him squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. The tingle fulminating just beneath his navel raged, and he drew in two slow breaths to steady his mind amidst an urge to just rut the boy wild.\n\nWhen he did turn his gaze back on the Bidoof, the panting boy had already seemed used to the full length of the man's cock inside him... well, somewhat. Perhaps it was a mix of pressure-given pleasure and mild discomfort, perhaps the raw sensations were simply piled high, and his chubby cocklet was flexing visibly with each tug of that ring around the man's dick.\n\nWords meant little now, and nose brushed nose before hips pulled back with a soft noise, then plapped just an inch of cock back into the child. The boy's wrist stiffened, fingers looking like they -wanted- to curl around his little dick, but he wouldn't touch it, just panting as his eyes danced between his cock pointed right at him, and the adult who wasn't quite as distracted by the pleasure.\n\n“How come you're not touching it...?”\n\n“Uhm... kinda feels like it's all fiery...” was the Bidoof's quiet response, chest rising and falling just a little quicker, those moments of tension the Sawsbuck could feel through the boy's body now scattered. A thought danced across the man's mind, and his mouth felt dryer than ever.\n\nRather than just continue to marvel at that perfect little body panting, tightened up like a little bomb about to go off – his hips pulled back a little further, beginning a slightly brisker plap, plap, plap that worked the boy with three inches again and again. Sure enough the boy's chest started to rise and fall much quicker, knees and ankles hooking in tighter around the man's waist in a way that he could easily figure the meaning of.\n\n“I-Is it...”\n“Shh, Noah...”\n\nThe next set of thrusts didn't pull out any further, but they were much more insistent, giving a much wetter-sounding slap of musky stag nuts against plush beaver backside. Young fingers reached up, smearing precum and lube unintentionally into the man's shirt as they seek any kind of purchase from what feels like unrelenting pressure in some incredibly hot spot in his guts.\n\nIt's only a few thrusts more before the boy's panting grows loud, each exhalation coming out with an overwhelmed whimper or the barest hint of a moan... then came a monstrous tremor as the boy moaned and writhed. The look the boy had, shaking his head not to deny the immature orgasm starting to wreak havoc through him, but in an attempt to somehow bring that pulsing fire in his much-too-sensitive boydick under control.\n\nEric didn't stop for a second, starting to pant himself from the sheer energy of the boy's dry orgasm, seeing that young shaft uselessly throb and pulse with only blanks to give to the air. To the Sawsbuck, in this moment, perhaps nothing could possibly be hotter. Even as his lust bared down on his mind and threatened to pull him into a vigorous tempo that fucked the boy across the bleachers, all that he was focused on keeping that same speed even as his young partner was worked through his climax.\n\n“Nnh.. mmh! Nnh-haahhhnn..”\n\nThe tremendous pressure of the man's dick on that immature button was something else, a magic wand to pull out any number of noises he could ever want from this perfect boy... \n\nA bead of sweat fell from his brow, shifting slightly as one thrust failed to pull out enough, just squishing deeeeep inwards and getting a sound much like a squeaky little grunt from the boy, and rather than keep thrusting his arousal simply couldn't take anymore. That noise rang in his diamond-shaped ears, trembled down his spine, hips grinding inwards as he came down around the boy, squeezing him with a groan as he hid his face alongside the child's.\n\nHis groan was nothing like the boy's, a guttural, deep noise that heralded his peak. He didn't even realize he was cumming in the kid, those legs still squeezing him nicely and the boy's own breath ringing in his ear. A swirl of emotion, fondness burning through some of that lust in a warm ripple that cut through that sharp haze of pleasure, slowly bringing the feelings of his body back.\n\nThose arms flexed at the boy's sides, his legs trembled as they were stuck between wanting to wildly pound or just bask in that heat, that rear, the very sight and feeling of the young boy beneath him.\n\n“Oh... oh, Noah.”\n\nHis snout tucked against the boy a bit, and arms abruptly pulled underneath him to lift the kid right up onto his lap. Some of the still lube he could feel trickle down his hips, his thighs... but now he could hug the little beaver, stroking his back as lights danced in his head and that cock pumped everything it could possibly give into the child's rear.\n\n“To... u..”\n\nThe Sawsbuck blinked a bit, realizing even the rustle of the trees in the distance was beyond the little world he'd fallen into, moving back just a bit to look at the equally exhausted kid. A few fingers straying over his own belly, the boy shifts some and gives the stag a sweaty, bucktoothed smile.\n\n“Told you...!”\n\nWas that a hint of a triumphant little smile? A quick bounce reminded the boy his bottom wasn't perfectly fine – a little sting reminded him this was still something he wasn't too used to, and with a huff and a little shove to the man's chest, the boy shivers.\n\n“B-But, um... I'm getting' real chilly now... and I'm kinda full, can you take your thing out?”\n\nThe first laugh in a while now came from the Sawsbuck, who gave the boy's back a few pats and leaned back some.\n\n“At your... own pace, buddy. I'm still seeing stars a bit.”\n\nThe boy snickered a bit – his afterglow was nothing like the man's. But he could do it on his own, so carefully he rose up, feeling that still-twitching shaft nudge along his cum-filled insides with a slightly uncomfortable feeling... and then relief as both just a bit of upward motion and the softening of the man's dick let it pop free from the boy's slightly raw pucker. But he couldn't stop the outpouring of the stag's cum, thick, goopy white oozing in a thick torrent back down over the man's lap, and in another thick gush as the boy tried to squeeze himself shut.\n\n“Ha... haaaah, Noah, come onnnn...”\n“It just all fell out! You didn't tell me it was gonna fall out!” stressed the boy, seeing a few of the splatters had gotten on the hem of the windbreaker.\n\n“It's fine, just.. just give me a moment...” mumbled Eric, closing his eyes and taking in a full breath... and then remembering the boy's father could be here at any time got him upright, and then half-standing to look out past the bleachers to the empty lot with a sigh of relief.\n\n“Mm... your dad's not here yet, buuut... thanks, buddy.”\n\nWith that out of the way, the Sawsbuck ruffled the boy's sweaty headfur again, getting an indignant “Heyyyy!” before he flipped the boy's cap right back on his head., finally appraising the mess of cum smeared into his pubic fluff, half-glossed on his cock, and mostly all over the bleachers, with a few patters still leaking out of the boy's cute bottom as he stood there, shivering a bit.\n\n“Alright... let's get cleaned up and somewhere warm.”\n\nA playful goosing of the boy's messy rear merited a playful shove right back from the half-dressed little Bidoof, tucking his still-messy junk back into his pants – unlike the boy, he did his own laundry. This way he wouldn't be walking back to his car with his cock still hanging out, at least...\n\nReturning with wet wipes, the Sawsbuck took watch as the boy carefully dabbed at his tender hole a bit, just trying to clean up the last sticky remnants still lurking around his rim, along with the trickles down his legs. Watching the boy clean up and dress himself did give the man a brief tingle.. but even if the boy's dad hadn't been pulling into the lot right then, the near-painful throb of his spent cock was enough of a deterrent.\n\nStill, he had to hurry.\n\n“Get those pants on!”\n“My cleats're caught-”\n“C'mon, he's gonna be looki-”\n“I ammmm!”\n\nA brief fuss later and the boy took a slightly shaky step, but had found his legs after that deep fuck and soon tromped down back onto the ground, running around to head towards the lot. Taking a little extra to clean the cum that'd splattered on the bottom of his windbreaker, the Sawsbuck was just a moment behind, coughing into his hand before smoothing his facefur out and making his way out.\n\nHitting the trunk of his SUV to grab the boy's bag and leg guards, the Swampert made a quick circle and pulled around alongside the man's vehicle, putting it in park as he rolled the windows down.\n\n“Mr. Foster! Noah here was volunteering to run some extra laps in the diamond. I've been very impressed with his progress so far!” Eric proudly exclaimed, the boy's father reaching out to ruffle his son's headfur as he pulled himself into the car, settling in with a quick buckle.\n\n“That's my boy.” the blue-collar Swampert added, getting a proud grin from his boy while the Sawsbuck slid the boy's gear into the back seat and shut the door.\n\n“Ready to go? And thank you, Coach Ward. We appreciate it.”\n\n“Yeah. Thanks, Coach!”\n\nThe man bowed his head a bit, nodding as he gave the boy a final smile.\n\n“No problem. Take care and see you both next weekend!”\n\nAs the car drove off and the little Bidoof gave an excited goodbye wave to the man through a closing window, Eric's body relaxed with a sigh... and the next step reminded him of the gooey mess still caked into his groin... but as his mind drifted back to that smile, that cute tummy, the noise he made when he...\n\nWell. He could deal with that much...!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The bleak gray of the cloudy sky rumbled above the Sawsbuck, and a cervine ear gave a little twitch.  Though the storm whirling far above the park and fields had been threatening to break, for nearly the whole of practice the weather simply carried a slightly chilly air through the trees and across the pitch.

Most of his Hoenn Little League team had already left, taken home by parents or picked up one by one over the course of fifteen minutes, leaving only a Bidoof and Helioptile who were currently off next to the latter's car, laughing at something or other he could only catch faint bits of through the gentle rustle of the wind.

His arm lifted without delay as his phone rang, cheerfully answering with a “Good evening!”

“Heeeey, Coach Ward!”
“Mr. Foster, good to hear from you.  Are you going to be at the park soon?”

A tiny bit of heat trembled in the stag's chest.

“Wish I could!  I'm probably gonna be another twe...” the man's voice trailed off, followed by the clack of pens on a desk and the sound of shuffled papers, “... thirty minutes.  Really appreciate you makin' this easier on me!”  The tone of the Swampert's voice was nothing but appreciative, and the Sawsbuck's tufted tail gave an unseen flick as he leaned against the side of his own SUV.

“Oh, you know I'm willing to give my players whatever time I can on or off the field!  We'll be in the lot, same as last week.”
“Thanks again!  I'll be by for Noah soon.  Take care!”
“You too.”

As he palmed his phone back into the pocket of his windbreaker, his gaze finally turned as he heard the accelerator on the van now making it's way out of the parking lot, a sudden flick to his tail made his ears nearly match his antlers in rigid surprise as he whirled around.

There stood Noah, the young Bidoof grinning wide enough to really put his buckteeth on display.  All the average height of a uniformed nine year old beamed up at him with a playful air, and the man's eyes trailed briefly over the rounded edge of the boy's left bucktooth, chipped and shaped to keep it from having a sharp edge.

“I have somethin' on my teeth?” the boy asked, quickly going crosseyed in a joking attempt to check, met soon after by the man pulling the boy's cap down over his eyes.

“No, but if you come home with crossed eyes your dad'll kill me!” the stag joked as the boy grabbed at his forearm, but didn't really try to wriggle free before just leaning forward into the palm instead with a boyish giggle.  As he teetered over the ground while balanced against his Coach's hand, the man briefly glanced again, this time over the faint tresses of cap-shoved chestnut headfur circling the child's “Oldale Youth Warriors” cap.

“It's fiiiiiiiine!” the beaverboy chimed soon after, freeing his head from the hat and leaving it loosely grasped in the man's hand as he looked up to the nearly six and five tall Sawsbuck.  “They always go back, yup.”

The boy's brow was still damp with sweat even in the light breeze, giving his chestnut headfur a slightly messy appearance.  Those green eyes, the couple of stripes on the boy's jersey...  dirt was pressed into a fair bit of the uniform's front, all the way down to particularly messy pants and cleats.  Smoothly, the man held back the reflex of biting his lower lip but couldn't keep his heart from feeling like it skipped a beat, kicking heat through his veins.

“Yeah, yeah.” is all that would come out at first, that hat soon squashed messily back onto the boy's head as the Bidoof fussed.  That darker brown of his snout and red nose wriggled, soon reaching up to stick his fingers inbetween the Sawsbuck's and “pull free” with a smile as the hat was soon fixed right back on his head with a wriggle of those little ears.

“Your dad'll be here in a little less than forty.”  His mouth felt a bit dry.  “You wanna go take a walk for a bit?”

Noah's eyes screwed shut as he tilted back with an exaggerated “Hmmmmm~” before the boy tilted back forward with a nod.  “I'm kinda tired today, but... okay!”

The wind picked up for a moment, and the trees danced all around – you would scarcely be able to tell the suburbs around thanks to the well-kept greenery, bar the far side of the lot and the open street.  The man gave a brief glance around, eyes trailing a car in the distance for but a second before he made sure his doors were locked, turning to find the boy already taking a lead on him.

“Hold up a second!” he called out, noticing a brief wiggle of the boy's rounded tail before he swiveled about and stopped on the spot.  Making the short distance in a moment, the boy's Coach gave a little nod.  “Alright!  Let's go.”

The two made their way behind the wooden bleachers, and the man silently cleared his throat as they passed the press box into the empty nature paths away from the park.

“I'm impressed, Noah!  You've really gotten into this.”
“Mmm... it was hard at first.” the boy replied a bit softly, tapping the tips of his cleats on the soil path.
“It doesn't matter that it was hard, you know.  You worked hard to get on this team!  And besides... I don't think any of the other boys could've taken that bat to the teeth like you did.”

The Bidoof smiled, that chip on his bucktooth especially clear with him at the man's side.

“Yeah, except I still had to go to the hospital!” he exclaimed, lifting a finger to feel a bit at the difference in heights his slightly oversized front teeth now had.  The Sawsbuck stepped closer, patting the boy's far shoulder and briefly pressing the kid to his side for a few steps.

“And I bet you anything any other boy would've been knocked right out!  Even beyond that, you can even match all the other boys now in warmups, and you know you're a great Catcher, yeah?”

Though he didn't blush, there was a briefly sheepish sort of look on the young water-type's face, but he soon peeked up at his Coach again, chest puffing out a bit with adorably modest pride.  “Yeah.”

The sky rumbled again, drawing the attention of the two upwards while the Sawsbuck briefly scratched around the base of a flower-studded antler, and he gave the boy a reassuring look.  “If it starts to pour, we can just run back to the car.  And... don't forget to take your cleats off in the parking lot, we don't wanna damage those studs.” the man explained, a bit more of that heated feeling spreading through the grass-type's chest as he takes a breath of that cool Spring air.

“Okaaay.  I just forgot again, honest!”

The Bidoof gave him a playful bump as he briskly trotted forward, picking up the pace and taking a bit of a lead as the path came alongside an undeveloped field beyond the treeline, gazing over the far horizon as the stag slowly caught up with him.

“Hey, Mr. Ward?”

The man's head perked up, but the boy continued before he could speak.

“Were we... uh...”

A restrained chuckle escaped the Sawsbuck, standing behind the uniformed kid with hands on his shoulders.  Only for a second, before kneeling down to his height with an arm over his back and a smile at his side.

“Noah, I was going to -ask- if you wanted to... y'know...” came his voice in a low whisper, fingers trailing briefly over the boy's belt.  Despite his intentions, perversions, the now almost-irritating feeling of his arousal building in his briefs, there was always an air of hesitation when it came to playing with the boy.  It hadn't been like this at the start... but as what they did grew all the more intense, so did these brief, hot moments of apprehension.

“I dunno...” the young Bidoof murmurs as his mind starts to sort through what might happen, how it might, eyes wandering from grass to sky before closing in thought.  He could catch his Coach's scent this close, a floral-tinted freshness entwined with a fuller, headier scent of stag.  All the same the man smelled fresh grass and young boy, a gentler scent without edge even after all that exercise.

The boy looked so deep in thought that the Sawsbuck soon found himself surprised by another nudge from the boy and a toothy grin.

“Okay!  Buuuut...”

Even though there was something else to be heard, the agreement from the boy's own lips had the stag's dick grinding aggressively against the inside of his briefs with the burning urge that filled it out as best it could manage.  Cervine ears flicked, and the man swallowed dryly as he nodded his head.

“But...?”

The boy's gaze went up and away as his arms crossed, and then he learned riiiight on in to give his Coach a whisper.

“You gotta suck me first this time.”

Even half hard, his cock oozed precum into his undergarments.  Spurred on by the cheery boy's demand, the Sawsbuck only could nod, briefly flicking his eyes over towards the empty path they came from before his far hand fondled the boy's cup through those dirtied uniform pants.

“Noah, I'll suck your perfect little cock whenever you want me to.” he whispered, and the boy's face skewed a bit before a little laugh bubbled in the child's throat at the man's dirty talk.  “And I'm not your Coach right now... so you can call me Eric.”

“That's still weird, ahah!” the boy exclaimed with a bright laugh, feeling a slight twist in his tummy that teased downwards within juuuust slightly, spurred on by the gentle nudging around of his cup.

“It's only after practice!  C'moooon.” he teased, fingers slipping downwards to the lowest edge of the cup, making thighs press together as he shamelessly brushed the edge of the boy's covered taint.  A small huff later, the young beaver nods his head, although he can't quite bring his gaze to meet the man's.

“Okay... Eric.  Where are we gonna, uh...”

“Don't worry!  Hop on.”

The interruption was quickly followed up as the man turned on his heel, offering the boy his back.  This was something the Bidoof didn't mind at all, and his legs were soon braced by the man's arms with a noisy rustle of that windbreaker as he climbed up onto his back, framed at the sides by the stag's beautiful antlers and further spreading that floral scent in the air as he peered over.

“Woah--” the young Bidoof barely had time to exclaim as the man rose to his feet, starting a brisk jog that bounced the boy along his back a bit, punctuated with over-emphasized little grunts matching each drop.  Hands grasped at the man's antlers, giving them a bit of a tug to return the favor of surprise that did make Eric jerk back a bit, laughing along with the boy as he made his way back along the path towards the bleachers.

“In the car?” Noah asked, looking towards the lone SUV coming into view over towards the parking lot.

“Naaaah...” was the man's distracted reply, his own eyes turning towards a few extra places like the other far path, the trail towards the park not too far off, then towards the wooden bleachers.  Like reinforced steps, one couldn't see “through” them to the diamond on the other side, and they were facing away from the lot and street... a tingle of naughtiness bubbled up in him.

“We're not gonna go in the restrooms again, are we?” the boy asked again, mind briefly flickering to the dull hum of the lights in his memory, of his Coach's hands deftly exploring his little cock in a stall.

“Nope!”

The Bidoof squinted, then started yanking on Eric's antlers again with a whining cry of “Tellll meeeeee!” he barely managed to get half-out before giggles crept their way into it.  Soon his question was answered in the form of the stag crouching down, signaling him to get off his back right in front of those bleachers, the fence right behind.

“Here!”

“You wanna suck my thingy on the -bleachers-?” the Bidoof asked, feeling a cool wash of air over the back of his neck stepping back onto the ground.

“I wanna do a lot more than that on the bleachers!  … but yeah.” the Sawsbuck grinned, stepping his way up the blocky, smooth wood towards the tip top.  Following suit the boy clambered up alongside him, even pulling himself up onto the topmost one to stand tall... and lean against the little barrier they'd nailed in to keep kids from just toppling some feet straight to the ground.  Little green eyes looked up towards the blanket of deep clouds as the sky grew a little darker, and looked up at the bill of his cap as he felt the pressure of his Coach's chin come to rest atop it.

Hands wrapped around the boy in a fond hug, the Sawsbuck just taking a moment to appreciate holding the sweet child.  Hands gently cradled a bit of tummy through the front of that uniform, and as a touch became a teasing grasp that pulled cloth up, dragging his untucked shirt beneath up along with it to bare some of the boy's soft, lightly chubby tummy to the cool evening air.

“Hey!!  It's chilly, c'mon!” whined the Bidoof, pushing his slightly loosed uniform back down in front, only serving to make the man's hands drift over his groin and drum a few digits on that cup.  A lingering shiver from the cool air over his briefly exposed belly finally materialized, making the edges of that cup further push against his sweat-damp little bits.

“I'll keep you warm, okay?”

A brief silence, and the boy's cleats clunked against the wood beneath him as he turned about, Eric pulling back just slightly so the boy could look up at him.  From this angle however, the boy could see the stressed front of the stag's pants, trailing up to tilt his head back so he could see from under the bill.

“You better!  But if I wanna go in the car...”
“We'll do that if you get too cold, alright... wanna give me a kiss?”
“Eww!  No!” the boy cried, grinning as the man kneeled down on the lower rung of bleachers, able to at least bump nose to nose with a distracting tickle along the kid's sides that helped silence fussing with giggles instead.

Despite the aching in his loins, Eric's arms wrapped around the boy more fully, giving him a warm hug that was returned with one around his shoulders with a deep breath that pulled that youthful scent into his lungs.  The man hadn't been running around like they had, but still the slight sweat from the insulation of his clothes ingrained that more adult musk into the boy's earthy brown snout.

“Thank you, Noah.  You're my buddy!”

As the hug relaxed the man let his hands wander a bit, the metal of the boy's belt buckle jingling a bit as it was pulled open, exposing the topmost button on his uniform pants before the man caught himself.  A car drove past in the distance, and it dawned upon him that he wasn't exactly sure what this might look like from the road... but even with the safety banister set up and the dimmer light of the early evening, he felt like someone might be able to see a bare Bidoof bottom.

“Step one more down.”

The boy nodded and the man accommodated, carefully sliding back down another set of seats while the boy moved down with him, dipping him(mostly) out of sight from the far side of the wooden construction.  Now pleased, the Sawsbuck's almost-shaky digits opened up the nine year old's pants and pulled them to the boy's knees, the man's breath holding still for a moment as he took in the cute sight of that jock and cloth dome of a protective cup on the boy, surrounding a pair of blue-trimmed underoos.

“Y'know, you've lost a biiiiit of weight since you joined the team, Noah.” Eric hummed softly, flexing his cock into his briefs in the closest form of masturbation he could possibly muster while one hand's digits teased up that jersey and shirt again, exposing the creamier color of the water-type's belly, a little inwards navel, the full, healthy weight of the Bidoof fitting a slightly stockier build.

Though a shiver brewed in his legs, Noah watched curiously as the man explored him and even glanced at the edge of his tummy peeking just barely over the lower edge of his somewhat lifted clothes.

“That's what my Doctor said at my check-up!  Well, not the team part, just that I lost a lil' weight.  I think it's why I can keep up a lot easier now!” the boy exclaimed brightly, that innocence even quenching the man's lust for a moment as he smiled with a bit of pride for his player.

“You've still got a handsome tummy... and a handsome one of these, too.” whispered the man, a single finger brushing from navel down, straight along the middle of the boy's cup.

Finally a shiver again, though Eric couldn't tell if it was his touch or the wind's chilly breath that brought it out.  As the Sawsbuck pulled the kid's jock down he gently nosed against that little belly, looking upwards as lips placed a soft kiss on the boy's navel.  It distracted him from the feeling of exposure down below, and almost slyly the stag slid his handsome snout deep beneath the boy's jersey up to his chest, breathing in the boy's scent at its deepest.

This was something the Bidoof didn't quite grasp in the way that the man did.  Though there was a quality to the adult's scent that tickled him – perhaps due to his 'weakness' to grass-types – this desire for scent was the Sawsbuck's alone.  Another flex of the man's cock in his briefs reminds the stag of the already-sticky state of them, and closed eyes open as his chin drags down that sweat-damp boyfront to let just the barest hint of breath tease over the top of the child's shaft.

“Can Iiiii?”
“You're the one who pulled it out, silly!”
“Yeah, but -can- I?  Can I suck you off, Noah?”

The Sawsbuck grinned, and the boy rolled his eyes and did the same.

“Come onnnn!”
“Welllll?”

The boy huffed, and beneath his Coach's head, beneath those russet-colored eyes he was sure his chubby little dick was hard as could be.  His toes curled in his cleats, and abruptly his little hands wrapped around Eric's antlers, pulling the man's head away from his groin and exposing his uncut, sweaty boydick to their eyes.  Two a half inches long and fat as a sausage, the foreskin lazily hung to the end of the boy's bolt-upright cock and gave a peek down at the deeper color within.

Beneath this excited little spire sat the beaver's pudgy ballsack, a wide, but short pouch that suited the look of his dick perfectly; it was here where the man soon found his nose pushed into, wrangled by a nine year old.

“Suck my cock, it's getting chilly already!”
“Hahah!  Watch that needy little mouth of yours...!” the man teased right back, but getting the go-ahead from the boy again, mixed with the fresh, direct scent of immodestly erect kiddiebits had his cock let loose such a thick strand of precum he soon felt a cool trickle against his thigh.

He wasn't about to just not keep his word, though... and after another full breath through his snout, he looked straight up at the boy as his mouth dipped down, gobbling up the Bidoof's brownish shaft.  He could -see- those muscles tense at the brush of his tongue, he could hear a gaspy little breath from the boy inbetween the ebbs of the wind... his fingers slid around to the boy's exposed rear, palming at that little bottom as if to just drive that immature cock right down his throat.

It would not reach, but feeling that pressure alone was what he wanted.  Only when the boy wrenched his antlers again did he realize something was up, “Don't push so hard, okay?”  Hearing that was almost a little embarrassing, just as it also stoke the fires of a stronger, brighter-burning lust he instead kept at bay as he relieved some of that pressure on the boy's groin.

Eric was not shy about vigorous use of his muscular cervine tongue however, and the wet suction was noisy as he slobbered on the short length of chubby prick.  The boy's posture shifted a bit, legs spreading some as those teases of cold air met with puffs of heat and the comparatively fiery laps and suckles of grown-up tongue to beckon him up onto his tiptoes, even if for just a moment.  

The pressure ceased and with a wet, slick noise the stag released the boy's cock from his mouth, but his lips quickly found the underside as his head turned some, carefully kissing down the short, spitshined length and stroking it outright with the edge of his mouth.  Length and crosswise Eric's snout went, nudging little Noah's cock around and around before the man started bobbing his handsome muzzle that short distance.

A bit of nervousness was working itself into the boy's hips, simply not quite able to just stand still while all that tingling is going on down there, nevermind the needy adult's fingers occasionally giving his rear a playful squeeze!

Now it felt a little hotter than before, although a stray drop of drool from the stag's sloppy blowjob lent a chilly trail over the boy's balls, which itself soon disappears inside the man's mouth as the whole of those young bits now rest within for a moment.  Gasping, Noah's rigid boydick feels that much more firm and stands proudly as it's once again exposed to the air.

The Sawsbuck's stance shifts, putting weight on a knee so he can start firmly gripping at his own dick through the front of his pants, his other hand grasping that slippery, chubby dick and pulling that foreskin back.  Unfurling that dark brown skin bares the boy's naturally damp cockhead, same-colored glans soon awash in spit as a tongue twirls over the bared bulb.

That one is much closer to a lightning bolt, and that broad tongue lapping against his tender, sensitive frenum nearly makes the boy jump and wrings out a gasp that the man could only ever find erotic.

“Not too much there...!” he whines, and after just one more teasing lick, Eric grins and places a kiss on that tender little cockhead before letting the foreskin claim it once more, still blindly groping at himself as he goes down on the boy for another round of headbobbing.  Fingers tease that rear in the meanwhile, some near that puff of a tail, others pulling just slightly on a cheek, letting a bit of that cool wind tease into and along that tender little valley.

The Bidoof was starting to get a little too antsy at this point.  A bit of fresh sweat was starting to make the air feel a little colder, and the tingling of his shaft was starting to make his belly tense and twist again and again as he tried to keep his legs spread apart a bit.  As his eyes closed in an attempt of focus, it only served to amplify the next sharp tingle right through his immature dick and on reflex he couldn't help but pull on those antlers!

Surprised, Eric's mouth slipped off the boy's dick, looking up to him once more to see a panting, antsy-looking boy.

“Wanna stop for now?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Mmmkay.”

Though some disappointment was there, it wasn't going to ruin the man's day because this sweet little water-type wanted to hold back from an orgasm.  As Noah works to catch his breath, his own button pops open between his fingers, giving only the slightest reprieve in pressure to his aching shaft, doubly so looking up at that sweet, bucktoothed little face and cap.  This boy was just... perfect to him.

“You want a turn too, Noah?”

The Bidoof's eyes glanced away for a moment, becoming a good deal more aware of his Coach's self-pleasure, and there still felt like there was a lingering tingle in his rapidly cooling little cock.  Finally as his body relaxed a bit more, a smile crept back into his slightly labored face and the boy gave a little nod.

Eric couldn't hide the flutter in his tail, but that didn't matter.  As he stood up, Noah wriggled himself out of his droopy jock and pants, now standing barebottomed in jersey and cleats.  This gives the man just the right bit of time to snatch the boy's cap off, tapping that little red nose before standing fully upright.  The boy's ears perk and his eyes are drawn to the zipper being pulled down in front of him, exposing a gray pair of briefs with a dark patch of pre-soaked fabric all over the front.

Not on the same level, the boy soon drops to a knee, slipping down and turning to face the Sawsbuck, though the full height of the stag and his antlers sometimes made him look a little bigger than he was.  Still, the boy's hands reached out, grasping at the man's strained tent  and soon drawing back his hand a bit in surprise.

“Dang, you made it so sticky it looks like you wet yourself!”

The man couldn't help but laugh, looking down at that slightly messier headfur just as the boy pulls the elastic out, finally freeing the man's dick from its' prison.

Crowned by a deeper brown ruff of lush pubic fluff, the Sawsbuck's cock was otherwise the creamier color of his underbelly, contrasting the boy's darker tint and dwarfing him in all aspects.  Though a hair short under seven inches, the man's dick was naturally thicker than the boy's, and a faint shimmer of sweat adds not only to the sight of that throbbing, foreskin-shrouded cockhead, but that somewhat floral scent seems to grow deeper, a cushion for the heady musk of a very, very randy stag.

The boy's little red nose wiggles again, his sensitive to the grass-type's scent making his pudgy ballsack pull up a bit tightly, gasping as his fingers finally come into contact with the man's cock.

Eric's hand fondly strokes the boy's shoulder, belying his bubbling tension that circles heat endlessly throughout him, nodding his head as little fingers pull his foreskin back as well, exposing a pre-soaked, shiny dome of a cockhead with a straight-on view of beading precum at that slit.  This time it was the Bidoof's turn to look up with a dick in front of him, and that half-dressed look all but urged the Sawsbuck's cock to ooze another drop of pre.

Turning his head slightly and opening his mouth, the boy keeps his gaze on the adult as that still bared cockhead nudged alongside, and under his shorter, chipped bucktooth, a gentle guide of the man's dick straight into his mouth.  That little tongue flicks up along the underside of that swollen glans, and a groan of pleasure escapes the boy's Coach as he kneads that shoulder just a touch.

“There you go...” he adds, commending the boy as his eyes glance over towards the lot again, just as empty as it was before... feeling the breeze again, then another few laps of the boy's tongue pull his attention back down in an urgent tingle that almost makes his balls ache.  The Bidoof's hands in the meanwhile spread apart, one keeping a grip on that adult-sized cock as the other pushes up underneath the stag's sweaty nuts, briefly jiggling them about on the palm of his hand.

Even with a mouthful of cock there's a stupid little grin from the Bidoof, and the strained chuckle that comes from Eric is only evidence of how much the boy is getting to him.

Not too keen on trying to jam the man's dick down his young throat, the boy instead focuses solely on the Sawsbuck's cockhead with broad licks and laps that stir the soup of precum in his mouth.  He doesn't swallow however – resulting in trickles of precum oozing from his maw in an even sloppier blowjob than the last, wet shlicks of that little tongue displacing precum and spit bit by bit over his own chin.  The hand grasping that cock jerks on and off, an uncertain tempo sometimes together with his tongue, other times completely still while the man's balls are jostled instead.

With a soft 'pleh' the boy pulls off of the man's dick and letting some precum fall from his mouth, of which a single spinning rope splats right onto his own cock.

“Oops.” the slightly pudgy boy murmurs, wiping his mouth off on his arm, completely blind to the aroused exhale through the man's snout at the sight of that young boner glazed with some of his own precum.  Changing up his hold on the cock a bit, the water-type taps the bare glans against his buckteeth a bit, letting it nudge a bit onto his cheek as his tongue curls along the side in quick, careful licks around the crown of that leaky shaft and just a bit further.

Eric's hand strokes along the boy's ears now, occasionally tousling that beautiful headfur as the young beaver dutifully slobbers all over his prick.  It's almost entrancing to watch, each little flick of that tongue making his dick glisten just a bit more, the kid's fingers even starting to smear some of it around as that brown snout draws ever closer to the man's furred groin.  Being so awestruck by the boy, by that cute face starting to nuzzle up into the base of his cock... another groan, and his dick nearly spurts its next release of pre.

“A-Ah, buddy... hey,  take it a little easy...”

The man's voice brings the Bidoof a little clarity, and his next breath pulls in a point-blank huff of the man's scent that makes him reel back a little bit, rubbing his nose with a soft laugh.

“Gonna make a mess?” the boy asks, knowing very well what that'll look like.  Still, the Sawsbuck shakes his head a bit and steps back, letting some of the cool air temper his lust a bit.

“Well... I was wondering if you-” his heart thumps in his chest as he speaks, but his arousal drives him forward.  “-might wanna do that other thing this time.”

“You mean stick it in my butt!”
“You've gotten so much better at it, though!”

A huff and a playful waggle of the man's dick were the boy's initial response, but soon he rocked back and forth a bit before pulling down on that shaft a bit and letting it spring back up to that smooth curve outwards from the man's groin.

“Fiiiiiine... I bet you even have one of those bottles of slippery stuff already, huh!”

Accused and definitely guilty, the man scratches at the back of his neck a bit, suddenly a little more aware of the faint pressure in his jeans' watch pocket where he'd slid a small bottle.  Rather than linger on being caught with that, the man instead slips out of his windbreaker, the boy confused as he turns and lays it out on the bleachers, folding the hood under itself a few times.

“So you can lay down.  It's probably cold!”

With a cheerful “Thanks!” the little beaver shivers a bit, the cool air having brought his stiff boy boner down to half-mast, giving it a chubby wobble as he slips onto the jacket, wriggling back a bit before remembering something – and to the Sawsbuck's utter delight, rocks his own self back a bit, cleats going up in the air and exposing his most tender regions to the man's gaze.  From the boy's chubby taint to the now visible wrinkle of already-deflowered pucker, the sight still gives the man pause and his dick a pulse of primal urge.

While the long-sleeved shirt beneath the man's coat did also keep the full brunt of the air from feeling a little too chilly, now he had something pulling in his focus so heavily that it didn't even bother him.  Fishing the small bottle from his inner pocket, a spin of plastic sends the top clacking to the floor forgotten, two pairs of eyes instead focusing on the glistening trickle of clear fluid from the applicator's tip over the boy's taint.  His ankles knock a bit and rear tenses, especially as the man's cocktip pushes up against that muscular ring to sort of 'catch' the lube before it continues on.

“It's not as cold as before.” the boy muses, watching his cock start to perk and twitch from those familiar sensations, still somewhat foreign to his young body outright.

“Mm, that's because it was in the toolbox.  I apologized, didn't I?”

“Yeah!  Should try and keep it warm like this every time, though.” the Bidoof adds with a smile, green eyes seeming to glitter to his Coach... although it also felt like that might just be what the boy does to him.

Needing only one hand to slowly drizzle the lube on his cock and the boy's hole, the other begins a slow, calculated pumping on his shaft, little nudges of his hips making his repeatedly bared tip get slick with precum as it nudges against that ring, beckoning it to loosen, a reminder of what's certain.  This noisy lubrication turns the boy's smile into a bit of a grin, and he reaches down to grab his own once-again stiff cocklet and give the chubby thing a squeeze.

“Gimme some too!”

He probably would've gotten around to it, but that ensured his hand immediately squeezed out the last bits of the small bottle directly onto the boy's fingers, the silky liquid pooling under the faint curve of his belly, dripping to his sides or down his pudgy balls.

“That's too much, you dork!” Noah exclaims, a single palming of his erection even feeling like it's pushing the precum around his palm.

“Looks like you like too much!”
“You're just makin' your jacket dirty!”

This little banter continued through the Sawsbuck's errant jerking, finally letting go of his cock for a moment to just look down at what he was about to do.  Though somewhat distracted with the mess of lube, the bottomless kiddo's eyes soon turned upwards, and the man felt a knot in his throat looking down over the boy lightly swinging his dick back and forth, to his well-lubed, dripping dick poised so readily at the nine year old's pucker.

“You ready?  I'm gonna go as far as I did last time and stop, alright?”

Almost as soon as the boy nodded did the man shift his position a bit and transition right into that pressure, then withdrew for a half second, pushing right back after.  That ring trembled, and the man's eyes were locked solely on his fat cockhead as it soon disappeared inside the kid's backside.  A hard flex made a vein on his cock bulge, and the gasp that came with that wet little pop felt like it might strangle the cum from his balls already.

Carefully, gently, little Noah is rocked backwards, the smooth motion followed together with a slick noise as two inches disappear inside that tight bottom almost easily.  Paying no attention to where his cleats are going, they lightly rest against the man's chest before he guides them to his sides, now latching onto the stag and giving him the rest of the angle he needs.

The next two inches push against a little more resistance as the boy feels fuller, the tight ring of his young ass fluttering as he tries to keep from flexing too hard.. but those flexes only serve to make it a little easier for his rear to accept the man's dick.

One more inch and the man stops, only now realizing that his tunnel-vision had wanted to keep his eyes solely on the penetration and nothing more, but now seeing the boy huffing, feeling the squeeze of those bare legs, the wince on his features, and he holds back.

“You okay...?”
“Mmmmh... it still feels a little too full...”

The man's hips pull back a bit, just a half inch of grace that helps calm the boy's errant twitchiness some.

“Keep going, I wanna try it.”
“Noah, th-”
“I wanna!”

Something felt flipped.  Even with that heat around his cock, with those faint reminders of the chilly early Spring air, his arousal finally knocked once more and reminded him of what he wanted.  What he craves.  Still wanting to pause for a moment, his attention's grabbed as the boy knocks his cleats into his back, loosely holding his young dick.

He couldn't refuse that.  The man drew closer, coming down over the boy a bit and having only a little space to brace himself, and then push.  The given half-inch was reclaimed first, then the first of the last two inches of oozing grass-type cock pushed in, the boy's missmatched buckteeth tugging on his lower lip a bit... and then a firm push that made the kid's eyes go wide!

The Sawsbuck's weighty balls slapped against that brownfurred backside, leftover precum squishing all around the base of his cock together with an incredible squeeze to his cock that even had him squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.  The tingle fulminating just beneath his navel raged, and he drew in two slow breaths to steady his mind amidst an urge to just rut the boy wild.

When he did turn his gaze back on the Bidoof, the panting boy had already seemed used to the full length of the man's cock inside him... well, somewhat.  Perhaps it was a mix of pressure-given pleasure and mild discomfort, perhaps the raw sensations were simply piled high, and his chubby cocklet was flexing visibly with each tug of that ring around the man's dick.

Words meant little now, and nose brushed nose before hips pulled back with a soft noise, then plapped just an inch of cock back into the child.  The boy's wrist stiffened, fingers looking like they -wanted- to curl around his little dick, but he wouldn't touch it, just panting as his eyes danced between his cock pointed right at him, and the adult who wasn't quite as distracted by the pleasure.

“How come you're not touching it...?”

“Uhm... kinda feels like it's all fiery...” was the Bidoof's quiet response, chest rising and falling just a little quicker, those moments of tension the Sawsbuck could feel through the boy's body now scattered.  A thought danced across the man's mind, and his mouth felt dryer than ever.

Rather than just continue to marvel at that perfect little body panting, tightened up like a little bomb about to go off – his hips pulled back a little further, beginning a slightly brisker plap, plap, plap that worked the boy with three inches again and again.  Sure enough the boy's chest started to rise and fall much quicker, knees and ankles hooking in tighter around the man's waist in a way that he could easily figure the meaning of.

“I-Is it...”
“Shh, Noah...”

The next set of thrusts didn't pull out any further, but they were much more insistent, giving a much wetter-sounding slap of musky stag nuts against plush beaver backside.  Young fingers reached up, smearing precum and lube unintentionally into the man's shirt as they seek any kind of purchase from what feels like unrelenting pressure in some incredibly hot spot in his guts.

It's only a few thrusts more before the boy's panting grows loud, each exhalation coming out with an overwhelmed whimper or the barest hint of a moan... then came a monstrous tremor as the boy moaned and writhed.  The look the boy had, shaking his head not to deny the immature orgasm starting to wreak havoc through him, but in an attempt to somehow bring that pulsing fire in his much-too-sensitive boydick under control.

Eric didn't stop for a second, starting to pant himself from the sheer energy of the boy's dry orgasm, seeing that young shaft uselessly throb and pulse with only blanks to give to the air.  To the Sawsbuck, in this moment, perhaps nothing could possibly be hotter.  Even as his lust bared down on his mind and threatened to pull him into a vigorous tempo that fucked the boy across the bleachers, all that he was focused on keeping that same speed even as his young partner was worked through his climax.

“Nnh.. mmh!  Nnh-haahhhnn..”

The tremendous pressure of the man's dick on that immature button was something else, a magic wand to pull out any number of noises he could ever want from this perfect boy...

A bead of sweat fell from his brow, shifting slightly as one thrust failed to pull out enough, just squishing deeeeep inwards and getting a sound much like a squeaky little grunt from the boy, and rather than keep thrusting his arousal simply couldn't take anymore.  That noise rang in his diamond-shaped ears, trembled down his spine, hips grinding inwards as he came down around the boy, squeezing him with a groan as he hid his face alongside the child's.

His groan was nothing like the boy's, a guttural, deep noise that heralded his peak.  He didn't even realize he was cumming in the kid, those legs still squeezing him nicely and the boy's own breath ringing in his ear.  A swirl of emotion, fondness burning through some of that lust in a warm ripple that cut through that sharp haze of pleasure, slowly bringing the feelings of his body back.

Those arms flexed at the boy's sides, his legs trembled as they were stuck between wanting to wildly pound or just bask in that heat, that rear, the very sight and feeling of the young boy beneath him.

“Oh... oh, Noah.”

His snout tucked against the boy a bit, and arms abruptly pulled underneath him to lift the kid right up onto his lap.  Some of the still lube he could feel trickle down his hips, his thighs... but now he could hug the little beaver, stroking his back as lights danced in his head and that cock pumped everything it could possibly give into the child's rear.

“To... u..”

The Sawsbuck blinked a bit, realizing even the rustle of the trees in the distance was beyond the little world he'd fallen into, moving back just a bit to look at the equally exhausted kid.  A few fingers straying over his own belly, the boy shifts some and gives the stag a sweaty, bucktoothed smile.

“Told you...!”

Was that a hint of a triumphant little smile?  A quick bounce reminded the boy his bottom wasn't perfectly fine – a little sting reminded him this was still something he wasn't too used to, and with a huff and a little shove to the man's chest, the boy shivers.

“B-But, um... I'm getting' real chilly now...  and I'm kinda full, can you take your thing out?”

The first laugh in a while now came from the Sawsbuck, who gave the boy's back a few pats and leaned back some.

“At your... own pace, buddy.  I'm still seeing stars a bit.”

The boy snickered a bit – his afterglow was nothing like the man's.  But he could do it on his own, so carefully he rose up, feeling that still-twitching shaft nudge along his cum-filled insides with a slightly uncomfortable feeling... and then relief as both just a bit of upward motion and the softening of the man's dick let it pop free from the boy's slightly raw pucker.  But he couldn't stop the outpouring of the stag's cum, thick, goopy white oozing in a thick torrent back down over the man's lap, and in another thick gush as the boy tried to squeeze himself shut.

“Ha... haaaah, Noah, come onnnn...”
“It just all fell out!  You didn't tell me it was gonna fall out!” stressed the boy, seeing a few of the splatters had gotten on the hem of the windbreaker.

“It's fine, just.. just give me a moment...” mumbled Eric, closing his eyes and taking in a full breath... and then remembering the boy's father could be here at any time got him upright, and then half-standing to look out past the bleachers to the empty lot with a sigh of relief.

“Mm... your dad's not here yet, buuut... thanks, buddy.”

With that out of the way, the Sawsbuck ruffled the boy's sweaty headfur again, getting an indignant “Heyyyy!” before he flipped the boy's cap right back on his head., finally appraising the mess of cum smeared into his pubic fluff, half-glossed on his cock, and mostly all over the bleachers, with a few patters still leaking out of the boy's cute bottom as he stood there, shivering a bit.

“Alright... let's get cleaned up and somewhere warm.”

A playful goosing of the boy's messy rear merited a playful shove right back from the half-dressed little Bidoof, tucking his still-messy junk back into his pants – unlike the boy, he did his own laundry.  This way he wouldn't be walking back to his car with his cock still hanging out, at least...

Returning with wet wipes, the Sawsbuck took watch as the boy carefully dabbed at his tender hole a bit, just trying to clean up the last sticky remnants still lurking around his rim, along with the trickles down his legs.  Watching the boy clean up and dress himself did give the man a brief tingle.. but even if the boy's dad hadn't been pulling into the lot right then, the near-painful throb of his spent cock was enough of a deterrent.

Still, he had to hurry.

“Get those pants on!”
“My cleats're caught-”
“C'mon, he's gonna be looki-”
“I ammmm!”

A brief fuss later and the boy took a slightly shaky step, but had found his legs after that deep fuck and soon tromped down back onto the ground, running around to head towards the lot.  Taking a little extra to clean the cum that'd splattered on the bottom of his windbreaker, the Sawsbuck was just a moment behind, coughing into his hand before smoothing his facefur out and making his way out.

Hitting the trunk of his SUV to grab the boy's bag and leg guards, the Swampert made a quick circle and pulled around alongside the man's vehicle, putting it in park as he rolled the windows down.

“Mr. Foster!  Noah here was volunteering to run some extra laps in the diamond.  I've been very impressed with his progress so far!” Eric proudly exclaimed, the boy's father reaching out to ruffle his son's headfur as he pulled himself into the car, settling in with a quick buckle.

“That's my boy.” the blue-collar Swampert added, getting a proud grin from his boy while the Sawsbuck slid the boy's gear into the back seat and shut the door.

“Ready to go?  And thank you, Coach Ward.  We appreciate it.”

“Yeah.  Thanks, Coach!”

The man bowed his head a bit, nodding as he gave the boy a final smile.

“No problem.  Take care and see you both next weekend!”

As the car drove off and the little Bidoof gave an excited goodbye wave to the man through a closing window, Eric's body relaxed with a sigh... and the next step reminded him of the gooey mess still caked into his groin... but as his mind drifted back to that smile, that cute tummy, the noise he made when he...

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