Flynn was quite surprised when Carl texted him to cum over.

Normally, the sexy 14 year old Gila would only be invited to "the castle" (ugh) when all their friends were together. Carl would spend most of his time with Chase if anything, they were pratically attached at the hip. Flynn sometimes fantasised about the two sexy 9 year old boys getting it on, fucking on the beanbags, rubbing their cocklets against one another while moaning in ejaculation inducing high pitched voices, sweaty and musky. He knew it was just a fantasy, since Carl was very vocal about all that weeb hentai crap with all those disgusting lolis. He wondered if he would grow up to be a pedophile, given how obsessed he was with underage girls.

Flynn waited patiently at the door. Carl's parents were notoriously speciest and anti-Mormon so even an ex-Mormon s flamboyant as Flynn would probably cause an anal anneurism in the boomers. Luckily, it was answerred by a much younger and beautiful lamb.

"H-hi bitch" Carl said, strangely flustered.

"Aw, someone has a crush" Flynn retorted, flicking his tongue.

Carl said nothing, just motioned for him to get inside.

"I was just joiking, you know."

"Y-yeah. L-lets get to my room, I have something to show you."

"Holy shit, you do have a crush."

"S-shut up!"

Carl sighed, looking uncomfortable, then looked at Flynn with a strained smile.

"Y-yeah, you got me. D-don't get me wrong, tits are awesome, but you're pretty damn hot too dude."

Now it was Flynn's turn to get flustered.

He wasn't quite ready to respond to something like this. He wasted no time being a slut once he came out: camp counsellors, random bikers, teachers, all had used his sexy tween squamate ass. He frequently molested Sydney, groping him, daring him to suck him off, sniffing and using his cute little paws and even jerking off and cumming on those sweet otter buns, and frequently showed his dominance over the little wrestler by faux-mounting him with his cock head touching that sweet little ring, just short of penetrating it. But to have another of their friend group to propose to him like this, one without previous history, was quite new. He wasn't sure he was quite comfortable, but the more he looked at Carl the more open to the idea he became. The 9 year old kid was pretty cute, his hoody did a shit job at concealing the contours of his pudgy body, his body was constantly sweaty so his sex hormones and perpetual horniness were on the sleeve. And right now his little tent was begging to be toyed with.

Yes, no matter how much of a bottom Flynn was, this ram needed to be rammed.

"Well, you said you wanted to 'show me something'. Show it."

"R-right now!?"

"Did I stutter butter boy!?"

"It-it's just my parents could walk in-"

Flynn then walked closer, making the lamb pause and blush. The lizard then inserted a salty finger on Carl's mouth, rubbing it on his tongue, making the boy's mouth salivate and drops fall into his hoody.

"Fuck your parents. I want them to see what a sexy little whore their son is."

Carl panted, closing his eyes and sucking and licking the finger out of his own volition.

"Take off your clothes. Now."

Flynn withrew his finger, earning a whimper from Carl. But the ram quickly found a confidence he never had before, and slowly opened his hoody, looking at the lizard with a seductive flair as he threw it into the couch, shaking his butt in the process. Flynn bit his lip, this sexy little thing awakened to his true potential, and he could not be more proud.

"Like what you see?" Carl wiggled his eyebrows like Rune in Dawn Chorus, rubbing his naked chest and belly in an imitation of some porn actor he saw once in a Brent Corrigan movie.

"I said take your clothes" Flynn panted.

"Geeze, how impatient" Carl said, slapping his ass, before unbuttoning his shorts.

Now he just stood in his Super Wolf underwear, the hero's face stretch by the stiffy, making it look as though he was a unicorn. The fact that the open snout was where a flaccid prepubescent boy's penis and balls should be made Flynn realise whoever designed those boxers was a true cub afficionado and he mentally noted himself to look him up and see if he was interested in pounding a teen lizard ass... or absolutely drill the cute little ram lamb who was wearing such sublime decadence.

"D-do you like what you see?" Carl asked, suddenly shy, rubbing his arm.

Flynn walked up to him, pressing the young sexy 9 year old against his body and groping those fine cheeks, squeezing them, spanking them. Carl squirmed, his bright green eyes begging Flynn. Flynn smirked, knowing the power he had over the hot little twerp

"Your room. Now."