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Walter looked up from his book to cast a surreptitious glance at his two charges for the evening, roughhousing just feet away. Hector and Kody, his little red panda friend, wrestled in just their undies--briefs on the coyolf and a jock on Kody--apparently oblivious to the show they were putting on for their babysitter.

Said babysitter was now wondering if his PTA friendship with Sebastien was really as normal as it seemed.

The grizzly was doing his best to avoid staring, but the eye candy was just to good not to. He didn't know how he'd lucked out on the sitter lottery, but now under his care were a pair of what looked to be generous bits between the boys' legs. Walter had long ago given up trying to make himself think of any reason beside the obvious: the junk was real, and not stuffed socks.

Kody put Hector in a headlock, his spread-leg stance showing off the low-hangers in the jock's pouch.

Walter checked his muzzle for a nosebleed.

"Hey Mister Walter! Watch this!" panted the little wah, sending the coyolf pup to the floor, Hector's pudge jiggling almost as much as the fat white sheath inside his inadequate boxer-briefs.

"Don't--uh, don't be too rough on each other, boys," the bear warned, trying to maintain an air of command...though being outmatched in the junk department by a couple of kids had both wounded his ego and fluffed his own dick at the same time.

Hector pushed himself to his feet, tugging the ridden-up crotch of his undies from where it had been trapped between sac and thigh. A small sweat stain bridged the gap, likely loaded with all sorts of delicious scents and tastes. "It's okay, my dad is much rougher on me about every night."

The grizzly managed to still his wandering paw before it could land on his groin. Sebastien, Hector's father, hadn't seemed the type for corporal punishment, but who knew what happened behind closed doors. "Even still."

He continued to let the boys rassle around on the carpet, partly because he wanted them tuckered out for bedtime and partly to get them to work up some sweat between those legs of theirs. Not fifteen minutes later, it came to him as if on a light spring breeze. Just the right amount of moist fur, warm flesh and friction. Fucking ambrosia.

In fact, he was so busy flaring his nostrils he didn't notice the kids' having stopped playing to look at him with quizzical expressions.

"Whatcha doin'?" asked Kody, idly scratching his barely-covered balls.

Walter sat up to hide his arousal, clearing his throat unconvincingly. Secretly he was actually grateful to be spared any more teasing. "Alright guys, up to bed."

The boys exchanged incredulous looks.

"Whaddya mean, bed?" Kody looked downright sullen while Hector gave a prepubescent chuckle.

"Come on, I know Dad told you about bath time."

Walter could almost feel a big anime vein throbbing on his forehead. "B-bath time? You guys aren't that dirty." He hoped they were that dirty. The boys lifted their armpits and sniffed. The bear nearly fainted on the spot.

"I think we are," said the red panda.

"New sheets on my bed," replied the coyolf. That left little choice.

Somehow this didn't really worry him.

*

The boys bounded up the staircase, giving Walter a show he didn't think was quite as innocent as it seemed. Especially with the way Hector sashayed his wide-load rump from side to side, and how Kody kept his bushy red tail hiked the whole time, revealing little glimpses of the pinkness below.

By the time he reached the landing he was out of breath--not from the effort, hardly--but from a liter or so of extra blood going south.

It didn't help that the boys were already naked when he stepped into Sebastien's big master ensuite.

The extra-large tub with separate extra-large shower could fit much more than a father and son. The shower also sported a sling and a jug of Cube Lube, a play on words for obvious reasons.

"Well, hehe...that was easy. Hop on in, guys," the grizzly said while trying to ignore the veritable buffet laid out before him. Hector had six fat inches of black cock nearly bursting out of its sheath, while Kody's blunt head and straighter shaft seemed to be already fully engorged.

*And the two little fuckers didn't even seem to realize it.*

"You gotta turn the water on first," Hector said, pointing stiffly to the knobs at one end of the tub. Walter could have sworn the kid was sporting the beginnings of a smirk as he bent over the tub (hoping against hope his boner wasn't visible) and turned the knob for cold...and promptly got soaked with icy water.

Walter yipped and struggled against the temptation to jump away so he could shut off the spray. He heard giggles just over the sound and suspected he was being set up. But for what?

His boner throbbed needfully.

"I guess the faucet's broken," said Kody, more to Hector than to Walter. They exchanged a knowing glance. The faucet plunger was only halfway down, though when Walter took a look underneath he found a couple Legos shoved so deep they acted like a thumb at the end of a hose.

"You're both grounded for life."

Hector almost rolled his eyes--almost. "I know you want to do my dad. Threats don't work," he said cheekily.

"And he'd punish me for punishing you for doing something wrong?"

"You'd be surprised what Dad defines as 'wrong'," replied Hector with a swish to his tail, which waggled his big balls in return. "Anyway," the boy continued while Walter clawed out the toy, "you might as well take a bath too as long as you're wet."

Walter checked his nose for blood, found none, and squeaked out, "You know what? You get the water ready and I'll put these in the laundry room. And then I'm putting on a robe so I can watch you two so you can get cleaned up."

"Okay!" The boys replied in unison, all smiles. The bear kept his concerned expression until he got halfway down the hall, then bolted down the stairs to the laundry room. Stripping quickly, he left the pile on the floor and beelined to the kitchen where his phone was plugged and charging. He commanded it to call Sebastien and put it to his ear while it rang.

"Trouble in paradise?" Greeted Hector's dad, as if he were in on it too. Knowing this family...

"Not exactly, but...I guess I wanted to run something by you?" Walter's face flushed quickly, envisioning the boys settling into the tub waiting for him.

Sebastien chuckled. "I already gave you permission in case my son gets precocious and decides to flirt with you. Believe me, you won't hurt that rump of his."

It wasn't Hector's rump the Walter was worried about, though.

"Yeah, and I'm grateful and all, but...they want me to take a bath with them." He ended up whispering conspiratorially, which seemed even crazier than the situation in which he found himself.

"So, take a bath with them. Have some fun, feel good. I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO FOOL AROUND WITH MY BOY AND HIS FRIEND, Walter. Father's orders. Actually...if Hector reports back to me that he was left unsatisfied, I might have to reconsider letting you at me when I get back."

"What?" The bear gulped, sounding like a tween.

"You heard me. Just something I've been tossing around in my head. Have a good time with the boys." And then the line went dead in his paw.

*

When Walter rounded the corner to the bathroom he saw both boys sitting calmly at opposite ends of the cast-iron claw foot tub with the faucet and knobs between them. Also between them was an ursine-sized gap. The boys glanced at him.

"How's Dad?" Asked Hector with a shit-eating grin. "Is he calling the police?"

Walter grumbled under his breath as he held up his dick, which was semi-hard and leaking.

"Ooooh, foreskin," they cooed.

"I don't get enough foreskin," Kody said.

"You can never get enough foreskin," Hector added.

Walter just blushed and tried to keep his paws from covering up his crotch like a prude around these kids. After several awkward seconds he gave up and lifted a leg to lower himself into the water. Wolf whistles accompanied this, not helping one bit. Well, it helped the boys.

"Isn't that better?" The red panda asked. Of course it was; hot water almost always felt good on a tired but horny body. Still, he ended up cross-legged dead center of the tub, a bath time wallflower.

"Go easy on him," Hector said. "Can't you see the little guy's shy?"

"Oh, fuck you," said Walter.

"I'll make you keep that promise." The grizzly actually felt scared now. He had a fear erection. A fearection.

He could feel eyes boring into the back of his head, one red and one blue. He could, however, also feel a pressure just under his tail despite his distance from Hector. It raised his pulse, for good or ill, making him nervous and more aroused at the same time.

Kody lay back and did his best imitation of "boyspreading" showing nothing more than had been revealed already. Easily topping Walter's own in length and girth (not to mention foreskin), its head almost met his under the soapy water.

Looking down, he saw the wah was flexing ever so slightly. It was not a trick of the water.

"Wash your back?" Asked Hector from behind.

"He'd probably appreciate it," Kody voluntold the bear, doe-staring into Walter's eyes.

Some minor splashing preceded a couple small paws rubbing a bar of soap across his back. He began to melt almost immediately, catching himself when he slid down a bit, brushing his cock against Kody's.

The boys were drinking all of this in and loving it.

"C'mon, Uncle Walter," said Hector. "You're tense. If ya lay back I can get your belly..." The offer sounded tempting, and what was he going to do otherwise? Try to take a bath around them?

Kody's feet on his dick more or less sealed the deal.

"You kids are evil," he muttered with a half-smile, still nervous.

"Dad says precociousness builds character." The little coyolf began to massage here and there using the soap as a lubricant. The added slickness gave Hector more leverage, and soon it was all Walter could do to stay conscious.

"Mister Sebastien said you like paws," Kody mentioned.

"I never told him that."

"He said he has his ways."

Somehow this didn't surprise Walter. The be-dadbodded Sebastien could smell interest in him or his son from miles away, and he'd probably pegged the grizzly from word one. Plus, "Uncle Walter" sounded exceptionally hot coming from two kids with boners, one of whom now had his toes wrapped around a decently hard piece of bear meat.

Kody moved the shepherd's foreskin up toward the head where it bunched and wrinkled, then back down so it pulled nice and tight. Walter moaned way back in his throat, all pretense of propriety swiftly defenestrated.

"He's just one big pervo, isn't he Kody?" Asked Hector, digging his thumbs deep into the shepherd's back.

"Yeah, prolly. I mean, he's on my dad's PTA." The wah wrapped most of his feet around what Walter had thought to be a decent cock size until he'd seen the boys naked, and sped up his stroking. A bead of fluid oozed from the grizzly's slit, making its way down the shaft where Kody wiped it off with a toe claw and brought it to his mouth. He made direct eye contact with Walter while he appeared to enjoy the taste.

"Nice and musky," the kid said appreciatively. "Too bad we have to wash it all off in the tub."

"Yeah, but then we get to get all sweaty again next time Uncle Walter babysits!" Added Hector, sending the grizzly's heart into his throat. For some reason he hadn't given thought to a next time until now. Knowing he couldn't do much to fuck things up, he allowed himself to lean back into Hector's skilled paws and let the red panda continue the excellent foot job.

"You guys are gonna put me in jail," Walter mumbled.

"My dad would never do that," replied Hector. "He'd call it a waste of a perfectly good tailhole." Walter's ears perked at the phrase, and perked again when something familiar poked him from behind. He now knew exactly what he'd gotten himself into.

He decided now was a good time to sit a bit back further on his haunches, driving Hector's tip up and down his crack. Everything back there was warm and slick, but soap would wash away and the Cube Lube was over in the shower.

Gripping the edges of the tub, Walter rose a bit on his knees. "Feet are falling asleep," he lied to cover up his small hunches against Kody's feet. As he settled down again he found he couldn't lower himself without Hector's dick nudging up between his cheeks. He also found himself not caring.

Little paws around his ankles pulled him back just enough to hook his legs under the coyolf's, firmly wedging Slot A against Tab B. The red panda shot a glance around the dog's side, waggling his eyebrows. Hector paused his massaging just long enough to pull the bear into contact; the tapered tip opened him easily because *the little shit had lubed up before getting into the tub. With silicone lube that wouldn't wash off.*

Walter shuddered at being the filling in a slutball sandwich.

"Be prepared: that's the Scout Motto!" Announced Hector while pulling the Walter's hips closer, inch by inch.

"We can't be Boy Scouts for another year," reminded Kody. Hector seemed less interested in this than hilting himself balls-deep, and the warm water combined with the lube had him relaxed and loose. That didn't mean it was painless, but not enough to stop his inevitable slide. Even so, he could only get half the boy's cock under his tail before he ran out of room.

Blushing madly, Walter gulped and tried not to rock to far in either direction. In fact, all he wanted to do was rock and roll between the boys, stimulated from both ends.

"Hector," whispered Kody.

"What?" The coyolf whispered back.

"He's not doing anything."

"Why not? He's the horniest out of all of us."

"I dunno, do something."

Walter felt little fingers wrap around the base of his tail and pull. The next thing he knew Hector had let go, rocking the shepherd forward and into Kody's massaging feet. He recoiled from the sensitivity only the slide back down Hector's dick, rolling that foreskin around inside him deliciously.

It didn't take long for the three to establish a gentle rhythm, the boys using their babysitter as a convenient cock sleeve. Since this was Walter's default setting, he felt right at home, even if it was just a teensy bit embarrassing. So worth it!

Walter maintained his pace to keep from spilling water everywhere, and despite his propensity for bunny-humping he was still getting there. All that butt-stuffing from behind, probably. When he opened his eyes (having not remembered closing them) he saw Kody using both paws to jerk himself off. He kind of had to.

Yeah, he'd been an easy mark right from the beginning. But hey, the fringe benefits seemed to be well worth the risk. That was, if there was any risk left. After your charge's dad gives his permission and blessing, is there really any risk left at all?

"Dad was right," said Hector between humps, "you really do have a sweet ass." If he hadn't been using his paws to balance between the boys, Walter was sure he'd be spreading his cheeks as wide as they'd go right about now.

"Th-thank you," the shepherd replied, forcing himself not to call the kid "sir" for further humiliation. He had no idea Hector's father had been sizing him up at school events.

"He's polite, too," Kody added. "I hope he swallows."

Walter fought the urge to immediately prove it. Wouldn't be long anyway, at this point.

'Twas the answering machine what pushed him over.

"Hey guys," bellowed Sebastien's voice from downstairs, "couldn't get you on your cell so I assumed the boys're busy laying the pipe to ya. I won't keep you, just be good." Be good for the boys? He'd lost control quite awhile ago.

"Oh no...". The grizzly lolled out his tongue and dared to look down at the ropes of cum shooting out of him and landing on Kody's cheeks. The little red panda giggled and wiggled his toes, getting some embarrassing noises in return from the dog.

"Aw man, he popped too fast!" Complained Hector even as he sped up to power through his own climax. A couple high-pitched grunts and everything back there became hot and slick and very, very bred. He could feel it backing up, dripping down his balls and into the tub water; seconds later the scent hit him full force.

"Oh yeah...oh yeah...oh yeah..." murmured the coyolf with each new flood.

Walter didn't even know Kody had cum until he felt his chin bombarded by another scent. After the first couple shots he merely left his muzzle open to catch what he could while it was on tap.

Suddenly he was thankful Hector hadn't knotted him. As good as that would've felt, it likely would have caused damage. And to top it all off, he was tuckered out from the spitroasting.

The next thing Walter knew, he was alone in the tub. Tired, slimy and alone. Next door in the shower he could hear the boys trying to be quiet but probably grab-assing. They'd be clean and downstairs in pajamas before he could muster the strength to get a bar of soap back near his tailhole.

At least they obeyed, when they weren't taking advantage of whatever grown-up in whose care they found themselves.

He turned over onto his back, his ass sinking to the bottom, and studied the sheen of semen on top of the water. What a couple of loads for a pair of growing boys. He remembered Sebastien's line about a tip if he got a good report, and found himself shuddering involuntarily.

*But wait...he'll want proof. Best not to wash completely, in case he wants to test for his kid's cum with his tongue...*

Well, the boner was back, but he simply didn't have the energy to bother. He'd need that to survive Sebastien later on.

All in all, not the worst job he'd ever had. At least the benefits were good.