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Walter Bauman was a man with one serious problem on his hands. A dilemma so troubling that even now, as he stood there in the middle of his living room one late autumn night, he truly had no idea how he'd handle coping with the decision he'd soon have to make that would change his entire life.

What made the whole thing worse too was that this whole predicament was solely of his own making. The thing threatening to destroy sixty-four retiree's world coming not from some evil outside force but from his own damnable stupidity and weakness.

But perhaps we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here, aye? No... in order to fully comprehend just how Walter got into the mess he was in we'll first have to go back to when it all began. Or, more precisely back to a certain sunny, summery afternoon when the elderly man's greatest concerns were how he was going to spend the remainder of his golden years with his charming wife, Jenny Bauman, and just what he was supposed to do with himself now that stress of work was nothing but an unpleasant memory.

That afternoon had been a rather hot and humid one. It's heat so hot and unyielding that most of the elderly, middle-aged, and family orientated residents of the small suburban development called "Gardener's Grove" had decided to take refuge in their comfy homes. Their day spent lounging on the couch in the AC instead of getting cooked in the unbearable warmth just outside their doors.

There was one among their numbers however who did not have the same privilege of enjoying the modern marvel of central air. Toiling away in his front lawn a heavyset and visibly irritated walrus named Walter Bauman was grouchily mowing away at the entirety of his moderately size property. Each step he took a chore in its own right as he sweated himself to exhaustion.

He was a short, heavyset man in appearance. The dark russet hued coloration in his short fur a stark contrast to the bright white of the thick, bushy mustache he wore upon his upper lip. Like every other member of his species Walter also bore a pair of pointed, downward facing tusks. Their length kept short, but the care they received making them the envy of every other member of his large, conservative family

Continuing along with a lethargic gait as he finished off another section of his yard Walter grumbled to himself again in frustration. Still peeved beyond all belief at what he was being forced to do that day. One thing he truly loathed was having to do was yard work. The mundanity of trimming grass, pruning bushes, and watering flowers the most boring thing he could possibly comprehend.

If it had been his choice, Walter would have much rather spent the afternoon comfortably relaxing. Maybe while catching a ball game as he ate something completely unhealthy for him. But no... of course he wasn't allowed to do something like that. Instead he had been forced to putter about the garden thanks to his darling wife. Jenny's reasoning being that he needed to work off some of that excess energy he seemed to have after retiring from his job down at Tuskie's Insurance. Something Walter hadn't even realized was a problem until she brought it up.

As you'd imagine being made to do chores instead of enjoying himself had put Walter in quite the bad mood that day. The glower he wore not only from exertion but from his own irritation towards his partner's insistence at making him work his sizable ass off a deep one that failed to dissipate no matter how hard he tried to cheer up.

Yet, even as he thought this Walter also realized he really didn't have a foot to stand on, complaint-wise. If you didn't count the occasional chore or bothersome disagreement with Jenny he had a rather good life. His years as an insurance salesman downtown earning him a lovely home, a beautiful wife, wonderful children, a grandchild, and most of all, a nice fat retirement fund which he planned to live off of for the rest of his life.

But, if Walter was truly being honest with himself there was something he had begun thinking about ever since he had retired. What was this something you ask? Well, even though Walter was a happily married man there was this part of him obsessed over something that had happened involving an acquaintance of his from a long time ago. Something he had caught him doing that had caused a strange curiosity to fester in the back of his mind that wouldn't go away no matter what he did.

It had all happened during his sophomore year of college back in the fall of nineteen-sixty-five. Back when Walter had been nothing but a wide-eyed, uncultured country boy, unversed in the ways of the people dwelling in the big city.

Returning to his dormitory late one night after a study session Walter had been shocked to hear strange noises emanating from behind the door to his and his roommate, Dan Cansa's shared room. Hearing this racket Walter immediately became concerned, the sound of Dan's voice alongside another man's mixed in with a chorus of heavy grunting making him think that the horse was fighting with an intruder or something.

Being the brave young man he was back then Walter hadn't thought twice about springing into action to save his roommate from whatever evildoer had broken into their home. The door to their room kicked open with a thunderous shout as he leapt into the room, ready to attack.

However Walter's little rescue attempt ended in failure when instead of barging in on some criminal attacking his friend he wound up walking in on his naked roommate vigorously and very roughly entertaining a guest on the floor of their shared living space.

Now this, on its surface shouldn't have been too shocking to Walter. With Dan being the star of their college's champion football team there had been an endless parade of girls in their dorm room since they had started rooming together. Walter usually being forced to find another place to sleep for the night whenever the stallion decided to have company over.

This time however, instead of some pretty, giggling co-ed with him Dan had been gleefully fucking the upturned ass of one of the male freshmen who had just moved into their dorm that previous week. A young, gray wolf who was moaning wantonly as Dan rammed his twelve inch dick into him over and over again with the speed of a runaway locomotive.

As one can imagine, walking in on such an intimate act between two people had been horribly embarrassing for Walter to say the very least. Standing there in the doorway the tusked boy stared, wide-eyed and mouth agape, at the pair for several long moments as the two paused in their actions to peer back at him with equally surprised expressions on their sweaty faces.

But then, with a trio of shouts, the spell was broken. Hopping back so he could slam the door shut Walter fled like a bandit in the night before Dan or his friend could come after him. From there the confused walrus had gone as far away from the whole scene as his short, stubby legs could carry him. The only goal he had being to drive out the image of sorted rendezvous he had interrupted.

Unfortunately, forgetting about that obscene little event had been exactly what Walter couldn't find himself doing after that humiliating night. For months and months afterwards he had been a total wreck. His every waking moment plagued with memories of the way his roommate's hairy ass had flexed with each inward thrust he made. The way that freshman cried out, louder and louder every time his lover's hips met his reddened bottom with a loud smack. The overpowering stench of sweat, musk, and cum hung acridly in the air.

Every single detail haunting him, tormenting him, beguiling him into wondering about what it might be like to be the one fucking that freshman's slutty little ass. Or... better yet to be the one lucky enough to be under his big, strapping roommate's body, taking every single inch of the horse's colossal rod as he rode him to completion.

It was only after meeting and then eventually marrying his wife that Walter finally found the strength to put aside these strange, unsettling thoughts. Jenny's soft curves, swinging hips, and ample bosom along with the stress of raising their children allowing him to focus on more important things like being a provider and a respectable member of society.

Yet, as was previously stated: Now that the dullness of retired life had settled in and the kids had moved out of the house Walter was left with nothing else to do by think of years past. As he did those bi-curious thoughts from his youth returned with a vengeance. These fantasies so powerful that Walter had taken to coercing his wife into their bedroom so he could work out the intense sexual need that constantly kept building up from all his errant daydreaming.

It was a troubling situation to say the least, that much was certain. But one Walter quickly found himself being able to handle. If only because he had an outlet to sate his appetite for sex. Still, the portly man wouldn't be remised if he had something else to help fill the void he felt from time to time.

Maybe a hobby of some sort, or better yet, maybe a friend! It'd be nice having someone around who he could talk and watch sports with. Someone nice who'd help show him how to be a regular guy for once and make him forget about the sorted shenanigans of his old college roommate and the strange, unusual things such thoughts always brought up.

Little did Walter know though just how soon he'd come to regret ever making such a seemingly innocent request. How this one little wish would be granted and then snowball into something he never, ever had any hope of controlling. Not that in the end he'd ever want to change what was about to happen to him. But again, we're jumping ahead too far. For now, let's just see what happens next.

Hearing a low rumble as it broke through the peace of the suburban afternoon Walter looked up from his mowing and to the street as a large U-LUG moving van slowly made its way down the mostly deserted lane of Clancy Street and eventually pulled up to the house directly across from the walrus'.

Idly scratching at his mustache as he stopped to observe said vehicle as it parked Walter hummed thoughtfully. "Guess we're getting ourselves some new neighbors." He murmured. "Here's to hoping they'll be better than those damn Anderson's were."

Frowning as he thought back to the residents of the previously empty house Walter bent down and shut off his mower, steering it towards the garage once he had. The last family who had live across from the Bauman's had been quite the troublesome bunch. Some screwy, new aged couple who constantly fought while their three bratty kids wrought havoc throughout the neighborhood.

The day they all had moved out had been an unofficial holiday for everyone living nearby. One complete with champagne and a feast that had lasted well into the next day. Walter was still working off the weight he had gained from that little celebration.

Placing thoughts of his waistline to the side however as he returned from putting away his mower Walter quickly turned his attentions back onto the chores his wife had, oh so thoughtfully, given him that morning. Apparently there was a mess of weeds marring the beauty of her flower garden that needed to be removed before Gardner's Grove's beautification committee came by for their yearly inspection. A chore Walter knew he better be finished with before Jenny returned from another one of her church lady meetings.

But just as Walter was about to drop down onto his knees so he could start pulling up dandelions that something caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes. Two very big, very appetizing somethings in fact.

Squeezing his way out of the U-LUG logoed truck a pair of burly men in coveralls stepped out into the suddenly steamier summertime air. Both were large, black furred bulls. Their faces rugged and bodies muscular in just the right way that made Walter take notice in the most audacious of ways.

Head turning so he could properly take in every inch of the literal beefcake on display Walter felt the unwanted beginnings of his arousal hit him hard. His cock instantly beginning to harden and press up against the scratchy fabric of his underwear as he stood there starting to drool.

There was just something about the two that he couldn't resist. The way their muscles flexed and strained the sleeves of their coveralls. The meaty roundness of their bottoms in the seats of their pants. The bulges obscenely jutting out from between their legs. All of it made him yearn once again for something he knew he shouldn't be craving.

Luckily for Walter's faltering self-respect he was eventually able to rein himself in with a quick slap to the face. The sting his palm left on his cheek giving him enough distraction to tear his vision away from the bovine movers and back down to Jenny's daisies.

'That's right Bauman, just pretend them fellas aren't there.' Walter thought as he began violently ripping weeds out of the ground. 'It shouldn't be all that hard. You're a straight married man after all. That means you don't find those big sexy-- ah-ham, regular men attractive at all! Nope, not one single bit!'

Growling in irritation at how unconvincing he sounded in his own head Walter began muttering darkly to himself, fists clutch tighter than a vice as he continued his gardening. Problem was though that even as he diligently plucked away unsightly greenery Walter started feeling the unbearable urge to take another peek at burly men he knew were right behind him. An overwhelming desire that steadily began to chip away at his sanity the more he attempted to ignore it.

'Stop it Bauman!' Walter once again told himself, his tongue subconsciously darting out to lick at his bottom lip. 'You are not interested in those men. YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOUR. URGES!!!'

Repeating this mantra several times as he knelt there Walter finally was able to calm himself down. The heat he felt, his mind, and more importantly his manhood slowly diminishing as he began losing himself in the tedious, brain numbing task of playing gardener.

This hadn't been the first time Walter had almost lost control. His unspoken feelings threatening to unravel the straight-laced persona he had worked so hard to carefully construct over the years. Times like when he had checked out that big Newfie trucker in a rest stop bathroom while on vacation. Or that one day a muscle-bound horse had winked at him in the parking lot of a local strip mall as the younger man came out of one of the stores there.

But much to his eternal relief Walter had, just like today, been able to control his baser instincts. The urges he felt tempered and then pushed away as he reaffirmed his loyalty to his wife and their strictly heterosexual lifestyle. Besides, even if Walter did give in and want to cheat on Jenny he knew no one would be interested in someone like him. At over sixty now he was far too old and fat now to attract another man. His appearance far removed from the stereotypical image of a gay or bisexual man you'd often see on television and in the movies.

Depressed as he thought over just how ugly he must appear in the eyes of others Walter unexpectedly found himself startled out of his self-loathing and startled back to reality when a loud car horn rang out. It's loud, intrusive honk causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto his rump in the dirty as he grunted out in pain from the impact.

"Damn it all!" Walter cursed as clumsily scrambled to stand. One hand going back to dust off grass from the seat of his pants as he unsteadily righted himself. "Who the heck is blowing their car horn like that this time of day?!"

Glaring in the direction the disturbance had come from Walter narrowed his eyes when he caught sight of one of those old, foreign sports cars. It's bright red paint job and chrome accented wheels glittering prettily as it pulled up behind the U-LUG van from earlier. Basically the sort of machine that screamed of exuberant opulence and wealth. Two things far removed from the simple lives of the people living in Gardner's Grove.

There was one silver lining to the fancy cards appearance though. Given how expensive the damned contraptions were its owner slash owners were probably some stuffy well-to-do couple living out their mid-life crisis. Nice, quiet people who unlike the Henderson's would keep to themselves. Or maybe, if Walter was lucky, the male half of the couple would try making friends with him. Walter quite liked the idea of having a nice boring guy like himself as a companion.

Turned out however that Walter's wishes were not to come true. Because the very moment the retiree got an eyeful of the newest resident of Gardner's Grove as he exited the car he discovered that his previous assumption about its owner had been very, very wrong.

Pushing open the driver's side door a young tiger emerged from inside the vehicle and stepped out onto the sun baked asphalt. The handsome man then standing with a small growl as he stretched, working out the kinks he had no doubt gotten from driving the small car next to him.

Hell, simply calling the boy handsome was an insult Walter quickly deduced as he watched him. No... this feline was an absolute hunk if there ever was one! A dreamboat that made Walter couldn't help buy gape at in stunned silence as he stood there in the middle of his yard.

Standing at what had to be well over six-feet four the big cat was an intimidating specimen of raw untamed masculinity. Tone and muscular body dressed in a pair of impossibly tight, faded blue jeans and a short sleeved, black and blue plaid shirt opened just enough to give a good look at the cream colored fur covering his broad chest. As for the rest of the gorgeous creature's fur, well it too was quite stunning. It's shade a vivid, exotic bronze-orange with the deepest, darkest bands of pure ebony midnight running across it's beautiful surface.

What caught Walter's attention the most though was the way the tiger carried himself as he made his way around his car to speak with the two mover in his employ. Slamming his car's door shut with a mighty sweep of his arm he strolled forward with an air of swaggering confidence and supreme elegance. Two traits many a man would die to possess themselves. Both for their own and in the form of a lover. The former idea of which began creeping into Walter's lust dazed mind as he eyed the man from afar.

Unable to look away from the marvelous vision wafting before him Walter once again felt himself becoming undone. Throat instantly going dry and his palms becoming sweaty as he regretfully began to become erect in his slacks once again. How on earth could such an Adonis exist in this world? And how dare he hide himself away before that day!

This sex crazed spell only broke when another car zoomed past, it finally drawing Walter's attention away from the cat and down to the now clearly noticeable tent forming in the front of his pants. 'This is bad Bauman!' He fretted, hands going down to conceal his shame. 'Just one damn look at that boy and you're about to pop!'

Cautiously gazing over at his front door in a panic Walter slowly began shuffling towards it. Maybe if he could get inside and take a cold shower he'd be able to quell his pesky libido. Not likely considering the reaction he had just had. But at least he could try, right? All he had to do was escape before someone noticed him.

Sadly for Walter, before he could even take one step towards freedom a voice suddenly called out for him from some distance away. One so incredibly, velvety smooth and deep that the very moment he heard it the poor walrus' heart speed up as he turned around to witness the man he had been gawking at jogging towards him with an infectious smile on his striped face.

"Howdy sir!" The feline greeted as he steadily closed the distance between them. "Sorry if I'm bothering you but I was wondering if I could ask you a question?"

The urge to turn tail and run repressed as the boy came to a stop a few feet away Walter chuckled nervously. "H-Hello to you too!" He said, face heating up a little as he spoke. "And sure, a-ask away! What are neighbors for after all?"

Returning Walter's chuckle with one of his own the tiger held his hand out. "Name's Thomas Henson." He said introducing himself with a grin. "Pleasure to meet you Mister... ah...?

Vision flicking down to the paw being offered him Walter silently debated if he should take it or not. Just being up close to the younger man was enough to make him sweat. Touching him might just kill him!

In the end though, Walter didn't want to appear rude and clasped Thomas' outstretched hand, the two of them engaging in a quick shake before he replied. "Bauman. Walter Bauman." He supplied, hand reluctantly pulled free. "I see you're moving into the old Henderson's place. Or, are you just visiting a friend?"

God Walter hoped that was the case!

Much to the tusked man's continued dismay however Thomas shook his head at his inquiry. "Nah, moving in myself." There was a sigh. "Figured it was high time I left my parent's place and got a house of my own, you know. Grow up a little."

'Just how old is this fella?' Walter wondered in worry. 'Damn Bauman, you better not be getting turned on by some kid!'

Unaware of the inner turmoil his comment had caused Thomas continued speaking with a small snort. "Of course when I bought the place I had no idea how bad in shape it was." He continued. "Gonna take me a hellava lot of time renovating it to make it fully livable again."

Snapped out of his daze with that statement Walter gave a nod of understanding at the cat's plight. "Well, that don't surprise me any." He said. "Folks who owned the place before you weren't the responsible type. Kept leaving garbage out until my wife complained about it. Something she's quite good at."

At the joke Thomas chuckled warmly. A sound that caused an unexpected warmth to blossom in Walter's doughy chest. "Speaking of garbage Mr. B." Thomas drawled after a moment. "Mind telling me when pickup day is? I'm going to have a lot of junk to clear out when I finally get down to business."

'And I bet you'll get down to business real good boy.' Walter thought dirtily to himself. A shameful response he quickly punished himself for by biting his tongue in retaliation.

Out loud the older man was more serious of course, the blush forming on his cheeks at being called "Mr. B" notwithstanding. "They pick up the trash every Monday morning." He informed hastily. "But you gotta be careful son. They won't take anything too big to handle."

There was a short awkward pause after Walter finished speaking. One where Thomas gave him an odd, unreadable look as the walrus stared back up at him, eyebrows raising in question. But then, before either could say something about it, the sounds of shattering glass reached their ears. Both men instantly breaking eye contact to look back over to the tiger's lawn where the two movers were now standing on either side of a large box laying in the grass with the word "Kitchen" written upon it.

Seeing this Thomas groaned, his once chipper mood dampening with a frown. "Sorry Mr. B, I think I gotta cut this short." He said, turning back to Walter. "Gotta make sure those idiots don't break all my stuff before they get into the house after all."

"Don't see how you'd want them breaking anything inside either." Walter added with a huff. A bit of a lame joke on his part but one he was happy he made when he received another amused guffaw from his newfound acquaintance.

"I suppose you're right about that Mr. B." Thomas agreed as he began heading off for his property. "You're a smart guy."

Sheepishly waving the boy off Walter hesitantly chuckled back. "If only my wife would say that to me sometime." He grinned. "Thanks for the compliment though Mr. Henson. I appreciate the sentiment."

Spinning back around when he reached the road Thomas grinned brightly at the heftier man. "Just call me Tommy sir!" He shouted out. "Mr. Henson's my dad's name and quite frankly I'm not nearly old enough to be called that yet."

Left oddly speechless as Thomas took off after that Walter smiled lightly to himself, that same pleasant warmth from before growing hotter as he stood there. What had just happened was just a typical neighborly chat in most respects. But, somehow, to him it felt like a little more. Like he had just met someone truly special.

Upon coming to this epiphany Walter chortled merrily. Pleased that he might have finally found that friend he had wanted for so long. Though, as soon as that pleasant thought entered his mind another, darker idea began forming. Grin drooping Walter suddenly realized just how hard it was going to be living next to someone as undeniably attractive as Thomas, or Tommy as he wanted to be called, was.

Just one conversation with that hunky lothario and Walter was already a hundred times more aroused than he had ever been. Imagine what might happen if he had to see that boy every day. Every encounter they had serving to chip away at his already shaky self-control.

It was as he contemplated this horrifying outcome, and all the possible things it might lead to, that Walter felt himself finally crack. The pressure far too much for him as he breath grew short and he let his eyes go down Thomas' broad back to his perfectly rounded, peach of a bottom.

Seeing that, as it turned out, was the last straw. Spurred on by the desire he had to manhandle that stripped posterior Walter growled angrily at himself and spun around, racing into his home in a flash. Entering the building he next made a beeline for his and his wife's shared bedroom. The door nearly knocked off its hinges as he scrambled to get inside and slam the door behind him. It's obscuring wooden paneling making sure no one would witness what he was about to do.

"You're a pig Bauman. You really are!" Walter grumpily lamented as he fiddled with his belt, trying to loosen it. "You were doing do damn good up until today!"

Masturbating wasn't something Walter had indulged in too often over the years. Both because he was much too mature for such a thing and because he feared he'd start thinking of roommate and that freshman again. Right then though, after having talked with Thomas and seeing that sexy ass of his, all he cared about was getting off! A goal he wasted no time in getting down to as soon as his pants fell and his cock sprang out, hard and leaking like a faucet.

Clumsily waddling his way over to his bed--the trip made all the more difficult with his pants around his ankles--Walter planted his bare bottom onto it and fell onto his back, one webbed hand enclosing around his aching erection while the other worked its way under his shirt, pinching at a pebbled nipple. Then, eyes concentrating on the ceiling above, he began conjuring up images to help with the task quite literally at hand.

There had been this one video he had "accidentally" clicked on while browsing the internet that came to him at that moment. A movie called "Horny Boys and the Daddies Who Fuck Them" . It starred a twenty-something panther who after taking a job at a gas station as a mechanic found himself fucking all his coworkers and several different customers. Each of them older men who the young cat seemed quite into as happily screwed their larger bottoms in the garage's oil pit. What an actor wouldn't do for a pay check, huh?

Walter had been practically entranced when he had watched a few minutes of the film. Again, not purposefully of course. The way the actor's naked bodies writhed and rutted against each other for their audience's pleasure. Heady grunts and weighty groans blending with the cheesy background music as they did exciting, dirty things Walter only dared to even imagine!

What would Tommy act like if he were in that same situation, Walter wondered. Would the tiger be all gentle and cordial as he drove his turgid cock into his whimpering bedmate? Or man... just maybe he'd be all savage and rough like that panther had been. The only thing on his lust crazed mind being his own completion inside the hot, tight hole he was conquering like the beast he was!

By god, Walter bet that'd be an amazing thing to see. That handsome boy plowing away uncontrollably at a fleshy bottom just like his! Fucking it. Breeding it! Dominating it! As he drove himself closer and closer to orgasm. Every thrust eliciting a throaty keen from his partner... no, from Walter as he dug his claws into his hips and unloaded a thick, gooey load of potent tiger spunk into a well-worn hole. The sound of his deafening roar signaling to all within earshot the uproarious grand finale to their intense bout of unbridled, animalistic fornication!!!

His own climax hitting him as he concluded this audacious fantasy Walter let loose a shout of his own. The walrus' whole body going stiff as a board as he violently came all over himself. Long ropey strings of pearly white liquid spraying out from his pulsating cock as he laid there dumbstruck with his legs hanging over the bed while riding out the earth shattering orgasm he had just brought himself to in a matter of minutes.

But... on the heels of such intense pleasure there was, as was always the case for him, great shame. Laying there now, covered in cooling seed and his maleness spent, Walter was fast to chastise himself for what he had just done.

How could he have lost control like that!? To let himself get so turned on by the new neighbor boy that he acted like some sort of sexed crazed pervert, only concerned with his own selfish self-satisfaction! What would Jenny think if she somehow found out? She'd probably be heartbroken that he had lusted after another person--A man no less--that she'd demand a divorce! Their once prefect marriage completely ruined because Walter's damnable secret!

Sitting up and getting off the bed Walter began cleaning the mess he had made. Face blank as he tried to figure out what he should do. Eventually he came up with the idea of just ignoring that Henson boy. Yeah, that was a simple enough plan!

That mean he wouldn't spend a single moment of his time thinking about how cute that tiger had been. Or how the sound of his voice was enough to make him swoon. O-Or how much Walter wanted to drop down right in front of him, open his mouth as wide as he could, and wrap his mustache lips around the large, throbbing shaft Thomas no doubt had hidden underneath those skin-tight jeans and suck on it until he--

"For the love of... stop it Bauman!!" Cupping his face with both hands, Walter felt a shudder run through him as his cock began to harden once again. The words he spoke failing to work. "Damn boy is going to end up killing me."

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Two weeks later...

If there was one thing Walter had learned to appreciate about retired life it was his newfound ability to sleep in as long as he wished. Used to be, back when he was still toiling away his job, he'd have drag himself out of bed at four-thirty sharp. The first twenty minutes of his day spent scarfing down a dry piece of toast and lukewarm coffee as he rushed out the door, praying he'd get downtown before traffic got too bad.

But now with the terrors of early morning gridlock long behind him, the only thing Walter had to concern himself with during the wee hours was enjoying himself. Just that day he had chosen to roll his way out of bed at the late, late hour of eight o'clock. His mind and body pleasantly refreshed as he lethargically padded to the kitchen for a filling breakfast consisting of a steaming cup of coffee, an entire side of crispy bacon, and a veritable mountain of scrambled eggs. A meal he happily, and slowly savored in complete silence as he read from that morning's newspaper.

Walter's solitude wasn't to last though. Just as he was shoveling the last of his fluffy yellow repast into his mouth the sounds of light footsteps reached him from just outside the room. The soft, noise alerting him that his darling wife had finally awoken from her own slumber and was about to join him.

Folding his paper as Jenny entered the room Walter smiled contently, eyes going over her bathrobe clad form as she sauntered past him with a quiet yawn. Like him, Jenny too was a portly person in size. Though instead of being a walrus she was an orange, black, and white furred calico rabbit. Her floppy ears giving an adorable twitch as she made her way across the checkerboard linoleum of their kitchen floor and over to their coffee pot.

You may find it odd, what with his habit of lusting after other men, but Walter was still very much attracted to his wife of thirty-nine years as well. Just the sight of her right then, eyes blurry with sleep and lips turned downwards in tired glower, giving him the very same kind of heart flutter that Thomas caused a few weeks ago. Maybe it was her stern personality. Maybe her beautiful green eyes and shapely body? Whatever it was, Walter still counted himself the luckiest man alive that she had agreed to marry him all those years ago.

That's not to say, of course, that there wasn't times when he regretted his decision to marry someone as strong willed as Jenny was. Something he was regretfully reminded of when she saw something that led to even more bothersome work for her unsuspecting husband.

Filling up her own coffee cup as she continued to slowly wake Jenny absently peered across the room and froze. Vision narrowing in on something that instantly displeased her. "WALTER ALLISON BAUMAN!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe you!"

Well acquainted with the angry tone being used to address him Walter cringed, his paper quickly unfolded again so he could hide behind it, pretending he was busy reading. Subterfuge that almost instantly fell flat when Jenny's angry huff, along with the impatient tapping of a large foot reached the marine mammal's non-existent ears.

"Y-You can't believe what Jenny my love?" Walter reluctantly said, playing dumb. A strategy he had enacted quite a few times before.

"Don't "Jenny my love" me mister!" Jenny snapped back, years of dealing with her husband's antics allowing her to see his act easily. "Especially after you forgot to do the only thing I asked of you yesterday! You do remember what it was, right?"

Sensing just how much trouble he was in Walter wisely put his paper down to turn his attention fully to his now very peeved partner. Yesterday he did remember Jenny coming into the living room and talking to him during a baseball game. Something concerning a friend of hers or something. But there was something else though. Something she said after that, that had been lost in the haze of rooting for his favorite team.

"Um... you said I should... that I should... ah... watch my weight?" Walter said scrambling for what he hoped was the correct answer.

For his ill thought out response Walter earned himself an eye roll from his wife. Jenny's patience obviously starting to strain as she lightly glared at her husband. "No Walter, this isn't about your weight. Although, yes you should watch it." She said, voice sweet, yet threatening. "What I said was that I wanted the garbage taken out as soon as your game was over. A request that proved to be too hard for you apparently."

His folly revealed a guilty expression appeared on Walter's face. "Oh right... that's what I forgot." He awkwardly said as he peered over to their overflowing garbage can in the backroom. "I suppose I better do that now then. Right?"

Stern look softening the apologetic face directed at her Jenny let out a found sounding sigh. "If you would dear." She said. "Please hurry though. The truck will be here any moment."

"Yes ma'am." Walter said, happy that their little disagreement was now over.

Setting about his chore Walter quickly rose, giving Jenny a peck of the cheek as he passed, and went to pull the full garbage bag free from its container. Then, with load in hand, he proceeded to make his way through their home and out the front door. The cool air of the early morning causing him to shiver as he stepped outside thanks in part to the fact he only wore a pair of boxer shorts under his old burgundy robe.

After crossing his lawn and tossing the trash into its new home though Walter found himself taking a moment to appreciate his neighborhood despite the chill he felt. Gardener's Grove was more beautiful than ever that brisk fall morning. The way the dappled sunlight filtered down through the leaves of the trees lining the both sides of the street along with the absence of people giving him a sense of inner peace as he stood there admiring it.

This picturesque scene was so beautiful that after a moment of debate Walter decided that he'd very much like to spend the remainder of his morning enjoying it. Perhaps while drinking another cup of coffee as he sat on the swing on his porch, peacefully swaying in the breeze.

But, as what usually happened to him lately, Walter found his attentions shifting to something a hundred times more attractive than the scenery had been. Hearing a door opening across the street Walter gazed over just in time to see Gardener's Grove's newest resident, Thomas Henson, step out of his home and pad his way down the small stoop just outside his dwelling.

Now for a normal man such a sight wouldn't have been anything special. Just the random appearance of a seldom seen neighbor who was about to begin his day. For Walter though, seeing Thomas right then felt like being struck by a bolt of lightning. The tiger's choice in wardrobe making him do a double then triple take as his vision locked onto the boy's appetizing visage.

In contrast to how he'd been dressed previously Thomas had forgone proper attire and was now only wearing a pair of bright red workout shorts. Pants so small and obscenely tight that for the briefest moments Walter was entirely convinced they had been painted on. What Thomas had above then wasn't any better either. Being shirtless, the tiger's broad chest and six packed stomach were in full display. The light cream coloration of his front distinct against the dark bronze and black of the rest of his fur.

Absorbing all this Walter took a large gulp of air, sweat beading on his forehead as he stared at the visual feast before him. Nothing that sexy could possibly be real. It just couldn't! But no matter how many times the walrus blinked it just wouldn't dissipate. The arousal he felt only growing worse when Thomas began doing suggestive stretches as he made his way to the sidewalk.

As he did so however Thomas stopped for a moment to look over the retiree's way, and upon seeing him instantly stopped what he was doing to head over towards him. A smile creeping across his lips as he waved at Walter who went still as panic gripped his very soul. So much for avoiding him the other man.

"Hey Mr. B! Hope you're having yourself a good morning!!" Thomas greeted when he was close enough for them to talk. "Didn't think I'd see anyone out here this early today. Most folks around here are at work or still asleep."

Keeping to himself that he didn't think nine in the morning was really that early Walter nodded back at the boy in acknowledgment. "Well, you know what they say about the early bird son." He said, a little awkwardly. "You know, catching the worm and all."

There was another one of those strange looks from Thomas with that. The very same kind Walter had seen weeks before. "I'm not really the sorta guy that likes eating worms sir." The cat said jokingly. "That's unless you count this one time I swallowed the worm in a bottle of tequila."

Nose scrunching up at the thought of eating bugs Walter made a face, causing Thomas to laugh. "Well, I suppose we all do wild things when we're young." The tusked man reasoned. "One time I actually went into a disco nightclub while on vacation in Florida. Didn't stay long but I did have a beer."

"Oh, aren't you a wild man then Mr. B?!" Thomas teased playfully. Leaning forward the tiger waggled an eyebrow conspiratorially. "I can top that though. Once I woke up butt naked in bed with a pair of strippers. Didn't even remember how we got there, but hey, I wasn't complaining."

The blush that began forming on Walter's cheeks as he envisioned such a scenario was hard to keep hidden. Not that he didn't try mind you. "S-So what has you out and about today Tommy?" He queried in an attempt to change the subject. "You said so yourself, most people are either in bed or at work."

A disappointed look flashed across Thomas' face for a split second before it was covered up by put-upon sigh. "Figured I do a few laps around the neighborhood." He supplied. "Better than having to pay for a gym membership I always say."

Relieved that the subject of naked strippers had passed Walter shook his head with a chuckle. "It's always a smart idea to save money. Especially when you're doing as much work as you are on your house." The mustached man said. "Wish I could do some jogging myself. Might help me get rid of some of my weight."

"Now why would you want to do that Mr. B? You look just fine to me." Thomas suddenly said. The kindness of his simple statement making Walter's blink at him in surprise.

For a few tense moments the two men stared into each other's eyes, the same feeling from their first meeting plaguing Walter's mind as he stood there fixated on Thomas steely blue gaze. Regrettably, the moment was ruined when their street's garbage truck finally made its appearance. The loud rumble and whistle of its air breaks causing the two men to break eye contact to peer down the street at it.

"Guess I better get going." Thomas announced as the large vehicle stopped at the first house on the block. "I got a good five miles to run before I head off to work. It was nice talking to you again though. We should do it more often."

"I-It was good talking to you too son." Walter replied absently as he watched Thomas jog away without another word. Shaking his head as the tiger got further away the older man wondered why on earth the boy had complimented him the way he had. Was he just being nice or was he...?

'Stop being an old fool Bauman.' Walter quickly said. 'He's just a normal straight fella and you aren't interested in that sort of thing anyway.'

Yes, the illusion that Thomas was attracted to him was just that, an illusion. One that Walter knew he shouldn't even consider since he was a married man. Still, that didn't help the building pressure he now felt in his loins after seeing Thomas wearing those damned sexy shorts. Something he needed to take care of right now less he walk around for the next several hours with his dingle jutting out of the front of his robe.

Luckily for him though, there was a perfect place for Walter to unleash such a buildup of sexual desire this time. It--or her more precisely--sitting in the kitchen awaiting for his return. A devilish look crossing his face when he realized that Walter stalked his way back inside with all the dignity of a man horny as hell. Entering the kitchen he zeroed in on his wife, finger's wiggling in the air, eager to grab a hold of something.

"Jenny..." Walter carefully said while pulling the cord keeping his robe closed loose. "I know we just made love three times last night but if you're up to it I'd like to... do it again?"

Looking up from buttering her toast Jenny blinked owlishly at her husband. "What? Now!?" She sputtered. "But I haven't even had breakfast yet!"

"Please." Walter said, begging now. "Think of it as me apologizing for forgetting to take out the trash."

Giggling at Walter's heartfelt plea, Jenny begrudgingly got to her feet and nodded an okay. "Alright, but only once this time." She said going over and grabbing his hand. "And you better not put me on the spot like this every day, Mr. Bauman. No matter how much we both enjoy it."

Snickering dirtily as he led his wife out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom Walter sighed. "I make no promises Mrs. Bauman." He said aloud. "But I'll try."

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Later still...

Much to his own embarrassment, Walter found himself settling into a routine the day after he and Thomas had spoken by the garbage cans. Every morning without fail the sixty-four old would make his way out of his home, coffee cup and newspaper in hand, and take a seat on the top step of his landing.

Sitting there in his old ratty robe, he'd then quietly sip from his mug. Vision mostly focused on house across the street, waiting for its owner to make his daily appearance. Something which he now looked forward to as much as a kid did Christmas morning.

Never one to disappoint him, Thomas always appeared at nine AM sharp. The tiger first doing his slightly obscene pre-jog stretches before came over to converse with Walter for a few fleeting moments. Their conversations flippant and inconsequential but pleasurable enough for Walter to enjoy himself fully as he took peeks at the handsome young man over the rim of his cup.

Of course, that's not to say these little chats were all about the walrus getting an eyeful of tiger meat. As he sat there on the porch, hanging on every word Thomas said Walter came to learn many things about his exciting new neighbor.

To his tremendous relief Thomas turned out to be a healthy twenty-two years of age. Walter happy to learn that he hadn't been lusting after someone under aged as the boy regaled him with the story of his twenty-first birthday where he and his friends had drunk themselves silly as their night wore on.

That sorted tale then led to Thomas explaining how he was a bartender by trade. The busy, late nights and regular customers he had to put up at a local bar downtown giving him a fun place to work as he saved up to go back to school in a few years. Thomas' ultimate dream being a career as a carpenter. A job that, when you considered just how well he was fixing up his new home, he seemed pretty suited for.

Walter, for his part, tried to entertain the younger man as best he could in return. His boring stories about his old job down at Tuskie's alongside some of his considerably less exciting exploits during his own youth thankfully eliciting a few teasing comments and delighted chuckles from a smiling Thomas. The boy's effort to, as he saw it, feign interest in his life only endearing Walter to him more.

Then, once they both had their fill of talking for the day and Thomas left to begin his exercise Walter would fold up his paper, leisurely go back into the house, and proceed to vigorously fuck the hell out of Jenny for the next several hours. A habit that his wife had to be happy with considering just how damn much he made her moan during the act.

Walter knew this was a dangerous game he was playing at. Flirting with Thomas and then running off to work out his sexual frustrations with his wife. But in the end he just couldn't stop himself form doing it. Besides it was as if he were doing anything wrong. Even if it was Thomas turning him on he still came to Jenny when everything was said and done, right? He wasn't cheating or anything of the sort! It was just him doing something that made him happy!

But as with all good things in this cruel world this happy homeostasis Walter was maintaining eventually began falling apart. The catalyst for this sudden downfall coming in the form of one stupid decision on his part which set into motion an event that eventually led to that "serious problem" spoken of at the beginning of this story.

It all turned sour around the five week mark of Walter burgeoning career in curbside voyeurism. Humming a jaunty tune as he walked his way out onto his porch, the heavyset man quickly took his usual seat on the front steps. The first sip of coffee he took burning his hairy lips as he impatiently awaited for his latest dose of the virile, young feline stud next door.

While doing this Walter partook in another little game he had come up with during the short time he had begun ogling his neighbor. One where he'd try and guess what color the shorts Thomas would be wearing that day would be.

As strange as it seemed the younger man had an entire rainbow colored collection of different exercise shorts. Red one, blue ones, green ones, yellow, orange, purple, black, white! Hell, he even had himself a pair of hot pink ones. The small red heart they bore on the left butt cheek still etched in Walter's mind as he sat there, rapidly growing half-hard at the memory of it.

That morning Walter was positive he'd be seeing a return of that tight red number Thomas had worn the day all this morning chat business began. It had been weeks since he had seen them last do they were long overdue for a reappearance.

That in mind Walter was giddy as a goose as he waited to see if he were right. Though truth be told, even if he were wrong he'd still win. The true prize of his game being the chance he got to see the tiger barely dressed along with the subsequent roll in the sheets with his wife afterwards.

Thankfully for the mustachioed man's burning curiosity he didn't have to wait too long for the results to come in. Peering up from his clenched hands Walter internally squealed as the front door to Thomas' home finally began to open. 'Here he comes!' He said, vibrating with excitement. 'Coooome oooooon red shorts! Daddy needs an eyeful of the good stuff!'

Scooting to the edge of his seat Walter leaned forward, eyesight straining to get as good look as possible at his unsuspecting neighbor's sexy lower half. This was going to be good! Or, that's what the walrus thought right up until Thomas actually stepped outside. The younger man disappointingly fully dressed and visibly in a hurry as he exited his home with a slip of paper on one hand while the other pulled out his car keys from his jeans pocket.

Pouting at this deviation from the norm Walter slowly stood, a grumble coming out. 'What the hell is going on?' He wondered. 'Why isn't he in those sexy little pants!?'

Disappointment influencing what he did next Walter tightened his robe and rushed over to Thomas's car, praying he could make in in time before he drove off. "Morning neighbor!" He called out. "Nice seeing you this time of day!"

Flinching at Walter's call, Tommy turned, a small smile appearing when he saw the older man waddling towards him. "Oh, hey Mr. B." He responded with a wave. "You doing alright this morning?"

"Doing fine as you'd expect son." Closing the remaining distance between them Walter came to a panting stop, a chuckle coming out as he did to hide just how wore out he was. "W-What about you? Not going for your usual jog?"

"Nah, don't have time for it today." Tommy revealed as he opened his car's door. "Gotta get ready for football this Sunday. There's gonna be three games on I want to see so I wanna make sure I got enough food to last the entire time I'm watching."

Making an "oh" sound with his mouth Walter nodded. He recalled the tiger talking about his love for football earlier that week. Made sense he'd make a bit event out of the whole thing. "So, you'll be having yourself a big ol' football party then?" He asked. "Got invited to one once myself. Didn't get to go though. Had work to do."

Shaking his head a sad sigh escaped Thomas. "Damn I wish I could throw a party." He lamented lightly. "But nah, my buddies are busy so it'll just be me. It's alright though I'm used to it and-- HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!"

Eyes going wide Thomas suddenly grinned down at Walter. The sudden shout and shift in conversation making the hefty man stare back up at him with concern. "Something the matter Tommy?" He asked, growing worried. "I got scrambled eggs in my mustache again."

"Nah, not this time Mr. B." Thomas returned good-naturedly, one large palm landing on Walter's shoulder as he did. "It's just, well I just realized that I can invite you over to watch the game with me! You're one of my friends after all, right?"

Holding back a gasp when he heard what Thomas had just said Walter blinked up at the taller man. "W-We're friends?" When hurt appeared in the younger man's eyes at his inquiry the retiree quickly fumbled to amend his words. "I-I mean, of course we are son! And I'd love to come over this Sunday. Really, really I would!"

"That's really awesome to hear Mr. B!" Thomas said as he went to open his car door. "I'll make sure you have loads of fun while you're over too! Oh, and what sorts of snacks and beer do you like? I'll buy them for you while I'm out today."

Unable to help but get grow excited too as Thomas' rambled Walter hummed deeply in though. "Guess anything will be fine as long as you don't tell my wife about it." He answered. "I am partial to Twinkies though. Can't get enough of putting those things in my mouth."

"Heh-heh, that's what she said." Smirked Thomas as he slid into his vehicle. "But okay, Twinkies it is. Just make sure to come over at one this Sunday. That's when the first game starts."

"I'll keep that in mind boy." Stepping back so he wouldn't be in the way Walter watched, small smile on his lips as Thomas shifted his car out of park and slowly took off. A honk of his horn and a wave out his window the last the older man saw of him that day as he left to get party supplies.

Left in the dust after the feline's expensive car disappeared around the corner Walter tittered happily to himself. Pleased that he had been invited over. Yup, that Sunday it would just be him and Tommy. The two of them sitting on a couch all alone... shoulder to shoulder... knee to knee.... as they cheered for... for... for...

"Uh-oh!" Walter said, voice rising in panic.

Terror hitting him when he realized what he had just done Walter covered his face with both hands and groaned long and hard. How could he have been so damn stupid?! In the span of mere moments he had somehow placed himself in the worst possible situation imaginable. One he just knew was going to get his sorry ass into a hell of a lot of trouble!

"Y-You'll just have to find a way out of it Bauman." Walter deliriously mumbled to himself while marching back across the street. "As soon as Thomas gets back you go over and..."

'Disappoint him?' A snide voice suddenly said in the back of his mind.

Stalling as he reached his porch's railing Walter dropped his head in shame, the thought of upsetting Thomas weighing heavily on his mind. Thomas had looked so happy when he said he'd come over on Sunday. That expression he made still causing butterflies to flutter about in Walter's gut even now.

Then there was all this "friend" business that had been brought up. Thomas actually considered him a friend. No one had said that about Walter since grad school and even then it was only because the other boy wanted his pudding cup. Walter just couldn't disappoint Thomas after telling him he'd be there! He just couldn't!!

Resigning himself to his fate when he realized this Walter sighed and slowly trudged up his front steps, shoulders slumped in defeat. "Damn sexy brat." He grumbled under his breath. "Why the hell is he so irresistible?"

His question left unanswered Walter shrugged. It could be worse he supposed. At the very least he'd be able to spend some time with Thomas. Something that he was starting to enjoy more and more as time went by. But before he could do all that, there was still one thing he still had to do. That being convincing Jenny to let him go over to the tiger's home in the first place.

Though, now that he thought it over, she had been letting him get away with quite a lot lately. Most likely because he had been just a little more frisky with her than usual. Their usual once or twice or week turning into several times a day thanks to his talks with Thomas.

Speaking of which, parting the front of his robe as he walked into his home Walter snorted. His erection eagerly poking it's dull red head out of the fly of his boxers. It was unbelievable, but even with all the stress Thomas' invitation had caused, he had become rock hard just from talking to the boy. An outcome he quickly saw as an asset he could use to "convince" Jenny to let him watch football with the boy this upcoming weekend.

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That Sunday...

The soft chime of the doorbell was disquieting for Walter as he stood there on the front steps of Thomas' home that following Sunday afternoon. It's ring reminding him that there was no turning back now. Inhaling sharply as he waited for a response Walter felt himself begin to fidget, the small plastic wrapped bowl he was carrying anxiously fretted over as he wondered if he had made the right choice in coming over.

Spending the afternoon with Thomas would certainly test his self-control, that much was for certain. The simple idea that he'd be sitting next to the other man, the two of them mere inches apart and all alone, already giving him obscene ideas as to how they could better spend their time.

That was why Walter had prepared a special "Keeping his ass out of trouble" list just for the occasion. It containing three simple rules that he had memorized extensively just in case he was tempted to do something he knew he'd come to regret.

First things first, Walter had to be absolutely sure he didn't stare at the tiger too much during his visit. A truly difficult task when you remembered just how much he loved checking out that perfectly sculpted body of his.

Secondly, Walter couldn't go about having his usual sexually charged fantasies about Thomas either. Last thing he needed was for the younger man to look over in the middle of the football game and see a tent forming in the front of his kakis.

Lastly, and this was the most important rule of all, Walter would work extra hard not to make a complete and utter fool of himself in any other possible way. No telling any of his bad dad jokes, no getting too drunk off the beer they'd be drinking, and no humiliating himself by doing that bad victory dance he sometimes did when his favorite team, the Sundowns, won a game. Everything had to go perfectly. No screw-ups.

Why was that you wonder? Well, being invited over to watch a game with a friend was something Walter had never been asked to do before. His old coworkers never really having taken to him and all his other attempts at making friends elsewhere falling pathetically short.

This truly was Walter's first and probably last chance to find some sort of companionship other than his wife. A guy friend whom he could not only spend time with but one, who for some reason, wanted to spend time with him in return.

That was why Walter had to do his best to keep himself under control today. If he slipped up and accidentally revealed that he had a crush on him Thomas might just go and kick his sorry ass out of his life altogether. Not that Walter would blame him. After all, what sort of handsome young fella like him would want a dirty old man lusting after him?

Drawing himself out of his thoughts when he finally began hearing the telltale sounds of someone behind the door Walter quickly readied himself. Back stiff and smile nervous as he stood there, watching as the wooden barrier was pulled open and Thomas' inquisitive head poked out for a brief moment before he saw him and opened the door the rest of the way.

Like the last time Walter had seen him Thomas had chosen to dress a little more casually for their little get together. A simple sport team logo t-shirt along with a pair of loose, baggy shorts covering his muscular frame. Definitely not a downright sexy outfit like those little shorts, but still something quite fetching. Or so that's what Walter concluded as he silently appraised his attire.

Unaware that his clothing was being critiqued Thomas grinned warmly at his much older friend. "I was wondering when you'd be here Mr. B." He said stepping back and motioning for Walter to enter. "Almost thought you weren't coming."

"Now why one earth wouldn't I come over son?" Chuckling as he entered the house Walter gave the stripped man a teasing look. "You said you were getting me some Twinkies after all. Um... you did get them, didn't you?"

"Two whole boxes sir." Thomas confirmed as he closed the door. Looking down at the bowl in Walter's arms he tilted his head questioningly. "What's that?" He asked. "Don't tell me you brought something over? I was supposed to supply all the treats!"

"Yeah I did I'm afraid. Misses insisted on baking something for our, "play date" as she put it." Walter explained as he gave the bowl a quick shake. "Hope you're in the mood for three dozen oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies."

"Oatmeal! Awe sweet!" Thomas happily exclaimed as he snatched the package away and pealed it open, spelling its contents. "Remind me to thank Mrs. B next time she joins us for our morning chat."

Grin souring a little Walter bit back a huff as he was reminded of what happened last Monday. Walter loved his wife, he truly did, but when she had come out to join in on his and Thomas' morning talk that day he had been annoyed as hell. Firstly because he had to spend the entire time making sure she didn't catch him staring at the tiger's bulge, and secondly because she had actually forced him to go take out the garbage while she continued talking with their neighborhood's resident hunk.

Being a gentleman thought Walter decided to put aside his entirely justifiable jealously and nod at the younger man's request. "I'll be sure to remind you son." He said before none too subtly changing the subject. "So, where we watching those games? I don't know about you but I'm ready for some football!"

"In the living room." Thomas simply said before he stuffed a cookie into his maw. Motioning for Walter to follow as he chewed his treat the bartender wordlessly led them through his foyer and into a large spacious room adjacent to it.

Entering, Walter was pleasantly surprised by what he saw. Amazingly Thomas had managed to make himself quite the lovely home in the short span of the two and a half months since he had moved to Gardener's Grove. The room fully furnished with brightly painted walls, thick carpeting, beautiful furniture, and, much to Walter's delight, an impressively large big screen TV which an equally big, comfy couch positioned in front of it.

"Damn son, you've certainly done good for yourself here." Walter remarked as he finished scanning the area. "Don't think my house is nearly half as nice as this is. You should be real proud."

Much to Walter's amusement Thomas seemed to blush at the compliment just given him. Stripped cheeks tinting ever so slightly in a way the walrus found instantly charming. Yet another thing to add to the list of why he found the younger man so cute.

"Awe, thanks for saying that Mr. B." Thomas eventually said with an awkward scratch to his muzzle. "I tried to do my best with what I had."

"Well you certainly succeeded Tommy m'boy." Walter agreed.

Unable to resist doing so any longer Walter tentatively placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder, his touch lingering there. But then, with a start he quickly realized what he was doing and pulled away. The awkwardness he felt quickly covered as he brought up the reason he had come over once again.

"When's the first game starting up?" Walter asked as he went over to and then gingerly sat down on the couch. "You said it was at one but I didn't see anything listed in the paper's TV guide about that."

After giving Walter that same strange look from before Thomas chuckled at the query. "That's where the magic of pay-per-view comes into play Mr. B." Going over to his sofa too he plopped down and picked up a remote. "First game's a local one. Spoonerville High Weasels Vs. The Duckburg Brawlers."

Walter frowned in confusion at that. "We're watching a high school game?" He said, dubiously. "Really?"

"Sure, why not?" Was Thomas' response as he turned on the TV. "Some of those kids are just as good as the pros. Plus, football is football right? As long as we got beer and have a good time what's the difference?"

Proving his point Thomas reached down, hand disappearing into a small cooler for a moment before he retrieved two ice chilled bottles of Walter's favorite brand. "Here ya go." He said handing one over. "Bottoms up Mr. B!"

Taking the icy bottle Walter blushed, the unintentional double entendre just spoken giving him more indecent thoughts. "Y-Yeah cheers." He mumbled, face a little red. "And thanks son. Can't tell you how thirsty I am."

"No prob sir" Tommy said, his attention going to the television as the first of their three games began. "I'm happy to help you anytime no matter what it is you need."

'Better be careful saying that boy.' Walter ruefully thought while taking the first sip of his drink. 'You don't have any idea how badly I wanna take you up on that offer.'

Both of them falling into a comfortable silence as the game began Walter took his time nursing on the drink in his hands while doing his best to keep his mind on football. It wasn't an easy task at first mind you. The ever-present buzz he felt as he sat there, occasionally peeking over at the tiger, making him want to break the rules he had made earlier that day.

However, as the game dragged on, and their local team began to take the lead Walter eventually put away his need to gawk and instead focused on the TV screen like he was supposed to. His voice soon joining Thomas' as they both rooted for the Weasels and booed the opposing team.

As they watched Walter was pleasantly surprised to discover that Thomas' assessment of high school athletes had been a correct one. The young men on screen giving them and the crowd in the bleachers an amazing show as they expertly ran plays, scored touchdown after touchdown, and generally played their little hearts out.

As thrilling as that first game proved itself to be though it was only the beginning of the fun that afternoon. Changing the channel once the Weasels had claimed victory over the Brawlers, the two half-drunk men had quickly moved onto a match-up between two professional teams and when that game was over onto yet another one. Each three hour or so block of football enjoyed to its fullest while Walter and Thomas happily ate, drank, and talked incessantly about the action happening on TV.

But, as was previously started before, things didn't remain so rosy for poor, unsuspecting Walter. The inciting incident that ruined his life happening just at the end of the third game of the night as both him and Thomas were screaming their lungs out as their team struggled to score the winning touchdown.

"COME ON FRANKSTON! GET THAT BALL TO THE GOAL FOR ONCE!" Walter hollered while stomping his feet up and down in excitement. Usually he was much more composed than this, but at that moment, the thrill of the game coloring his actions, he felt like a man possessed.

Thankfully for Walter though Thomas turned out to not be any better at keeping his volume down. Rising from his seat with a growl the tiger clenched both his fists, eyes aflame as he too let out a deafening shout. "YEAH YA DAMN BUM!" He cried out. "MOVE THAT ASS AND SCORE DAMN IT!"

Almost as if he had heard the two men shouting at him, Herby Frankston, star player of the Sundowns, snatched the game ball right out of the air as it was tossed to him in a forward pass. Then, prize held tightly to his chest, the oversized bulldog took off running across the field, charging towards the goal. His way quickly cleared by his equally large teammates as the game clock hit the ten second mark.

Their excitement hitting an all-time high as all this happened before their eyes both Walter and Thomas held their breath, the older of the two coming to stand next to his companion as they leaned forward, eyes fixated on the screen while praying and yelling for their team to be victorious.

To their eternal relief some higher power appeared to be listening to their wishes that day. Frankston making a flying dive when he was within reach of the goal line. The final second ticking away just after he landed and scored the winning touchdown as the crowd inside the stadium broke out into uproarious applause and cheers!

Things within the Henson household were just as noisy too as the Sundowns won their battle. Letting out a thunderous shout of joy Walter clapped his hands before doing that horrendously bad victory dance previously mentioned. The walrus swinging his large bottom from side to side while pumping his arms in tune with his movements, the excitement he felt at having just watched such a spectacular play overtaking any common decency.

It was as he did this however where things finally went wrong. Turning to face Thomas as the tiger celebrated beside him Walter readied himself to gush over what had just happened. However, instead of doing that he instead found himself swept up into a bone crushing hug by an overexcited tiger. Thomas holding him tightly as he spun them around, loudly laughing the entire way.

That was when it finally happened. The two of them coming to a gentle stop Thomas gazed down into Walter's bemused face, giving him the briefest of grins. This warm, friendly expression the only warning the mature man had before the feline dipped his head downwards to press his lips against his mustachioed ones in a long passionate kiss.

Eyes going impossibly wide as he experienced the softness of his younger friend's lips for the first time Walter started to panic, mouth parting slightly to make sound of surprise as he was soundly smooched in a way that only his wife had ever done to him before.

But, just as he thought he was going to faint from the sheer scandal of it all something changed. Thomas deepening their kiss by slipping his inquisitive tongue past his lips, Walter suddenly felt himself relaxing in his arms. Both his eyes coming to slowly close as they began going at it like a pair of horny teenagers.

'My god... how could something feel this damn good?' Walter dazedly thought to himself. 'So deliriously, spectacularly, amazingly good! Why the hell did you wait so long to do this Bauman? WHY!?

Hands going up to take hold of the sides of Thomas' face as he truly got into it, Walter quickly took control over their make out session. The hungry rumble that reverberated through his chest as he pulled Thomas flush against his hefty frame a loud one.

It was as if he just couldn't get enough! The way Thomas felt in his arms. The smell of his cologne. The taste of his hot, eager mouth as he greedily devoured it. All of it merged into a vortex of insatiable need that caused the tusked man to grow as hard as a steel beam in his pants.

'If only Jenny would kiss me like this!" Walter blithely thought, hands sliding down to rest against Thomas' chest. 'Such passion! Such intensity! Such... such... such... waaaaait a minute! Oh my god, JENNY!!!'

Remembering that he was a married man as with a muffled shout Walter sobered in an instant and shoved Thomas away while backing away with a terrified expression. "GOD DAMN IT!" He cursed, guilt hitting him like a brick to the head. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!"

Confused at the sudden one-eighty of his older friend Thomas took a step towards him, stunned when Walter quickly backed away again. "W-What's wrong Mr. B?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong? You wanted me to kiss you, right?"

"I wanted what!?" Walter squawked back, face aghast. "W-W-W-What do you mean by that? I-I never said anything like that!"

Only more puzzled by the odd response he had gotten Thomas chuckled nervously. "Well, you may not have said it but I sorta got that idea." He said uneasily. "I mean... you've been hinting that you're attracted to me ever since we met this summer."

Walter face went bright red at that accusation. "No I haven't!" He insisted lamely. Then, seeing Thomas' raised eyebrow he scowled. "Alright fine! B-But how could you have found out!? I wasn't that obvious was I?"

"Um, actually Mr. B, you sorta were." Smiling fondly when Walter gasped at his reveal Thomas took a chance and approached him. "First time we met you were drooling over me the entire time." He continued softly. "Then when I started jogging you started coming out every day to watch me. I can't even count the times you've flirted with be during out talks either. It's actually sorta cute in a way."

Listening as Thomas explained what he had been doing Walter felt himself become increasingly mortified with each passing point. He really had been obvious, hadn't he!? The intense sexual interest he had in his hot new neighbor embarrassingly out in the open for anyone to see!

That being the case, then just how many more people had ferreted out his dirty little secret? Did Jenny know? Did their children? What about their other neighbors!? Mrs. Callahan down the lane was the worse gossip in all of Spoonerville. If she found out then everyone thing a ten mile radius would soon be privy to his voyeuristic exploits!

"I can't believe this is happening!" Walter bemoaned as he stumbled back, the back of legs hitting the sofa as he fell down onto it on his bottom. "What the hell am I going to do?"

Moving to join the distressed man Thomas hurried to sit down next to him. One arm compassionately going around Walter to gently hug him from the side. "Hey, hey... it's okay Mr. B." He cooed as while holding him close. "I know how hard trying to figure everything out is. But I think I can help you. Hell, I'm sure I can!"

"How?" Walter asked, turning ever so slightly to face the feline.

At this earnest inquiry Thomas grinned mischievously. "Well for starters, how about we go back to kissing?" He suggested with a nuzzle to Walter's chubby cheek. "Then maybe after that we can go into my bedroom and get down and dirty?"

"You mean have s-sex!" When he received a quick nod in response Walter's mind shorted out. "Why the heck would you ever want to do that with me!?" He huffed out breathlessly. "I'm an old man. Probably old enough to be your dad or your grandpa!"

"I know how old you are sir." Thomas cheekily returned. "That's something I like about you. It's such a turn on!"

Walter's face went slack with shock. "It is!?"

"Yeah, you're the sexiest daddy I've ever met Mr. B!" Placing a hand on Walter's chest Thomas gently pushed him down onto his back, the smile he wore as he did so predatory and dangerous. "Everything about you just fucking makes me so damn hard! I can barely control myself when I see you sometimes!"

"B-But I'm married Tommy!" Walter was quick to remind, his words weak as he felt a curious hand slid downwards, ghosting over his chest and over his belly, to cup the growing bulge in the front of his pants. "I've been married for over thirty years!

"Yeah, I know you're married too." Thomas said with a casual shrug. Lowering his lips to a thick dark skinned neck he started peppering it with several tender kisses. "But that doesn't really matter does it? We both want this. We both need it. And, Mrs. B won't mind because--"

"--Well I'll mind!" Walter insisted as he reluctantly pushed the amorous man away and stood. Sure, he may have been fantasizing about being with a man, but to actually cheat on his wife was something else. "It ain't right Tommy and I think it's best I skedaddle before you convince me otherwise!"

After sparring the tiger one more quick look Walter made for the exit. Muscles feeling weak and nerves frayed as he raced from the living room and back into the foyer. Unfortunately Thomas wasn't going to let him leave that easily. Chasing after him the feline called out just as the older man was about to open his front door.

"Wait, Mr. B!" Thomas shouted. "Don't leave yet!"

"I already told you, I-I can't sleep with you son." Walter stubbornly reaffirmed. "Not that I don't want to. By god, do I want to! B-But I just can't. I... just... can't!"

"Okay, alright I get it sir but..." Taking a deep breath before he continued Thomas let out a small breath. "Well, my door will always be open. Anytime. Anywhere. If you ever feel like doing something I'm here to help you. I mean... I really, really like you Walter."

Pausing when he heard his name Walter frowned sadly while peering over his shoulder. Why did the younger man want to sleep with him so badly? It wasn't as if he were anything special despite what he had said. Just a fat old man who had been caught lusting after someone way out of his league.

But, much to his own amazement, Walter found himself partially accepting Thomas' second offer. "I ain't promising anything son, but I'll keep it in mind." He said as he opened the door. "I don't see it happening though."

With that said Walter finally left, the brisk, chilly post sunset air outside helping to sooth his frazzled nerves somewhat as he walked back across the street and back into his own home. It was at that point, safe behind his front door and alone that the walrus collapsed, legs failing him as he slid down against the door onto his bottom as he cursed how he had just ruined his new friendship with Thomas Henson.

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The present....

And that ladies, gentlemen, and all others, is how Walter Bauman ended up where he was today. Horribly Indecisive, completely guilt-ridden, and utterly confused in every way imaginable as he struggled with the decision to either return jump into bed with the handsome young man next door, Thomas Henson, or remain loyal to Jenny, his wife of nearly forty years.

On one hand it wasn't as if he so hard up for sex that he needed to have an affair. Him and Jenny had an amazing sex life considering their age. Their lovemaking exciting and frequent. But on the other hand... well, Thomas was just an amazing young man when you got down to it. Not just because of his looks, but also because he was hardworking, charming as heck, and most importantly not above spending time with an old man like him. Walter was still amazed he had called him his friend.

So with both those points in mind Walter had spent nearly five hours trying to figure out what he should do. Jenny, Thomas? Thomas, Jenny? Both of the potential choices Walter could make extensively thought out and compared to each other over and over and over again!

It was only when it was well past midnight that Walter finally came to a decision. One that was pretty obvious when you thought about it, really. Jenny was his life. Their years spent together fond memories that painted a masterpiece he treasured despite need he still felt to heed his unfulfilled desires.

But in choosing that option Walter knew he'd have to do something drastic concerning Thomas. He'd have to go back to that "no talking to him" plan he had made up back when they had first met. That meant no more going out to see him every day. No more of their early morning chats. No more staring, lusting, or daydreams! All of that business had to be thrown into the trash so he could reaffirm his vow to remain faithful to Jenny, less he be tempted to do otherwise again. It was the only way.

Nodding as he mentally confirmed his choice Walter turned away from the window, about to head off to bed so he could finally get some rest. But, as he did the walrus found himself coming face to face with a sight he hadn't expected to see this time of night. The questioning gaze of his wife, Jenny Bauman.

"Walter?" A sleepy Jenny said as she flicked on a nearby lamp. "What on earth are you doing here standing in the dark?"

A smile on his lips as he padded over to his wife Walter huffed out a chuckle. Even after all this time she could still leave him speechless sometimes. Even with her hair up in curlers and a sickly green beauty mask covering her face.

"I was just thinking about something my love." Walter said, taking one of her hands. "Had to make a tough decision about that Henson boy next door after something happened today."

Eyeing their connected hands before peering back up at Walter with suspicious, narrowed eyes Jenny frowned. "Henson boy?" She parroted back dubiously. "Since when do you call him that? All I've heard you say the last few weeks is "Tommy this", "Tommy that", "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy"!"

Ignoring the spike of sadness that pierced his heart Walter pretended to be flippant. "Let's just say I changed my mind about spending any more time with him." He explained. "He's just not the sort of fella I feel comfortable with anymore. I much rather be spending my time with you."

Hearing that kind of explanation Jenny's dour expression only worsened. "Walter Bauman... what did you do?" She accused in a slow, angry voice. "You better not have done anything to ruin all the hard work I did playing matchmaker for you!"

"I didn't do anything wrong Jenny, honest! I just don't want... wait?" Blinking a few times as he processed what Jenny just said Walter gasped, mouth quickly coming to hand open as he gaped over at his wife in complete shock. "What did you just say!?"

"I said you better not have ruined your little play date with Thomas!" Jenny reiterated with an annoyed sounding huff. "I will not have you mooning over that boy for another two months just because you can't learn to play nice!"

Recovering from his daze in an instant Walter sputtered indignantly. "M-MOONING!!" He said, voice raising in outrage. "I wasn't mooning after him!"

Unfazed by all her husband's shouting Jenny rolled her eyes. "Yes you were dear." She said matter-of-factly. "Though... now that I think about it, it was more as if you were throwing yourself at him. Almost as badly as you did with me back when we were dating."

Still unable to fully comprehend what he was hearing Walter rubbed his forehead, a headache starting to develop. "Alright, so from what I just got, you know what I've been up to with Thomas? The staring part, that is." He began, doing his best to understand. "And, seeing that you decided to set us up on a some sort of cockamamie date?"

"How could I not?" Was Jenny simple, exasperated response. "You two idiots were driving me crazy with all your lovey-dovey beating around the bush. Something had to be done."

"Then you're not upset that I'm... you know, in-into men?" Walter questioned next. This was still all so surreal to him. He had to be dreaming!

Jenny snorted at such a stupid question. "Now why on earth would that bother me?" She rebutted with both hands firmly placed on her hips. "So you're bisexual? I still love you moron and honestly... I find it a little arousing. Plus, you and Thomas are so cute together."

Starting to relax as they talked Walter laughed, a little relieved. "You don't mind that either then? T-That I've apparently been hitting on Tommy all this time."

"Didn't I just tell you that that's why I sent you over there today!" Jenny told the stubborn man once again. "Figured that since Tommy likes you and you like him that you'd finally end up having sex! It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday next month."

"But we're married Jen!" Walter reminded, voice slightly scandalized. Why was everyone having such a hard time with that concept today? "Why would you want me sleeping with anyone else, let alone another man?"

Again, Jenny rolled her eyes. The constant runaround she was getting starting to get on her nerves. "Walter honey." She began dramatically. "You know I love you but... ... ... I just can't keep up with that relentless sex drive of yours!

"I'm not that bad, am I?" Walter said with a pout. Sure, they fooled around a lot but he couldn't possibly be that oversexed.

"Are you kidding me Walter!? You're insatiable! Not an day goes by now where you don't want it four, five times in a row!" Jenny exclaimed with a haughty shout. "And I won't say I don't enjoy it from time to time, because I do. But sometimes I just have other things to do! I'm head chairwoman of the church ladies league after all!"

When Walter appeared hurt after her outburst Jenny calmed down, a soft sigh following. "Look, Walter dear, I'm sorry I hurt you. But please, if only for my sake, just go over and fuck that sweet Henson boy." She implored. "Go! Enjoy yourself. Expend all that energy you have. But please, please, please when you get back, remember to take out the garbage!"

Her part said Jenny gave her now stupefied husband a quick pat on the cheek and proceeded to walk off. An abrupt departure that left Walter to watch, goggle-eyed, as her robe clad bottom disappeared through the kitchen doorway as he stood there, mind completely numb as he continued to sort out what he'd just been told.

Sooooo, apparently Jenny was alright with them having an open marriage. Or at least one where he was allowed to sleep around with Thomas. That certainly wasn't an outcome Walter had ever considered. But, even with permission, could he still really do it? The tusked man had kept his true nature hidden for so long that the idea of being allowed to finally letting loose was slightly intimidating to him. Did he even have the guts to approach Thomas again after rebutting his advances so thoroughly mere hours ago?

Turned out in the end Walter most certainly did! Throwing away his lingering doubts the hefty man rushed off towards his bathroom. If he was going to do this then he'd better make himself presentable. A nice long shower, a little cologne, some nice clothes. Things he hoped would help him convince Thomas to give him a second chance.

This truly was it! Finally, after so many years he'd be able to experience the one thing he had wondered about ever since he had caught Dan fucking that freshman. And hopefully... if he played his cards right... this wouldn't be the only time he got to do such a thing.

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A short time later...

To Walter, the second time he stood there on Thomas' doorstep, ringing his bell, was a much more nerve-wracking experience than the first. Sure, he might have been ready to take proverbial dive but there still wasn't any guarantee that the tiger still would be. Especially after the way he had run off earlier. Walter wouldn't blame him if the boy choose to slam the door right in his face. But he sure hoped he wouldn't.

To the walrus' great relief, his wait to find out if he'd be dismissed or not turned out to be a rather short one. Opening his door with a loud yawn a droopy eyed Thomas poked his head out into the nighttime air with a sleepy sounding "Hello?". A lethargic response that quickly turned into a confused frown when he saw who had rung his doorbell so late at night. "Mr. Bauman?"

In an attempt to dispel the air of awkwardness he now felt between them as Thomas stepped outside Walter chuckled warmly at the younger man. "What happened to calling me Mr. B, son?" He wondered. "I liked it when you called me that."

Blinking back in surprise for a moment Thomas laughed shyly, eyes dropping down to the ground briefly. "Figured you wouldn't want me calling you that anymore after what happened." He explained, peering back upwards.

"Well I prefer if you kept calling me Mr. B." Glancing over the cat's shoulder the older man sighed. "Is it alright if I come in son?" Walter asked. "It's awfully cold out here tonight."

"Anytime Mr. B." Stepping back Thomas watched as the portly man passed him, entering his home. Shutting the door afterwards he opened his mouth, thinking to offer his guest a drink or something. Before he could though Walter silenced him with a raised hand, his eyes meeting Thomas' with a serious look.

"First thing first, I want you to know I still love my wife." Walter informed the other man quickly. "Second: Yes I do find you attractive Tommy. But that don't mean I'll leave Jenny or anything like that. I'm loyal to her first, understood?"

"Why would I think it any other way sir?" Thomas asked while scratching at an imaginary itch on his neck. "I like Mrs. B. It was her who convinced me to make a move on you today. Told me I should do it when we talked last Monday."

'Probably when she sent me into the house, the sneak.' Walter thought wryly. Aloud the retiree hummed approvingly. "Good then." He said, relieved. "Now as for you and me, I won't draw this out. If you still want to, I'm more than willing to climb into the sack together. I just wanted to make sure that we both under--OOMPH!!"

Surging forward the very moment he heard what Walter was saying Thomas planted a grateful kiss on the walrus' still moving lips. A sudden smooching that quickly became a heated, messy make out session as he conveyed just how happy he was that Walter had come back to his awaiting arms.

Though surprised by the fierceness of Thomas' approach at saying thank you, Walter quickly recovered and reciprocated the kiss he'd received with equal passion. Then, emboldened by his wife's words to "enjoy himself" he took a chance and grabbed onto his companion's nicely sculpted backside. Fingers digging into the soft spongy flesh found there.

Gasping out as he was goosed Thomas growled against Walter's cheek. "Fuck... you don't waste any time, do you Mr. B!?" He said, through what sounded suspiciously like a giggle. "You must really like my ass to go for it first."

"Why wouldn't I Tommy?" Walter responded with another playful squeeze to the boy's bottom. "Can't tell you how many times I've wanted to get my hands on it. Watching you prance around in those damn sexy little shorts you like."

"I don't actually like wearing them. Gets too chilly when I jog." Thomas admitted bashfully as they went to separate. "Only kept putting them on because I knew you liked them. Wanted to give you something nice to look at in the morning."

Eyebrows climbing upwards at that little confession Walter grinned. "Why you little tease." He rumbled. Very much turned on by the thought that Thomas had dressed like that specifically for him. "Keep doing stuff like that and I might just put you over my knee one day."

"Maybe next time. Right now though..." Hand going out, Thomas grabbed a hold of Walter's palm and began leading him towards a darkened hallway. "...I'd rather show you my bedroom."

Reveling in the excited rush that went through him with those words Walter happily allowed himself to be led along like a puppy on a leash. As he did, he let his vision rake over the man he was about to take to bed. This being his last chance to fantasize about what was underneath before knowing the truth first hand.

He hadn't noticed it before--what with all the awkward talking they were doing--but Thomas had dressed himself for bed. His impressive upper torso covered by a loose fitting tank top with a pair of superhero themed pajama bottoms down below. An outfit that, pretty much like everything else he wore, showed off just how undeniably sexy he truly was.

Reaching his bedroom after a few sexually charged moments, Thomas pushed the door open and dragged Walter in. Smirking once they were inside the moonlit bedroom the cat quickly shut them in and then turned to the older man, the look in his eyes clearly voicing just how turned on he was in that moment.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Thomas asked as he let go of Walter's sweaty grip. "Should we go back to kissing or do you want something else? I'm happy either way."

Licking his lips hungrily Walter paused for a moment to think over all the numerous possibilities laid out before him. He wasn't going to lie. After such a long time dreaming about this moment he had thought up quite a few things he wanted to try out. But, at looking at Thomas, the boy clothes frustratingly obscuring his natural beauty, Walter quickly decided that getting rid of them should probably be his first priority.

"Would you mind getting naked for me first son?" Walter said while rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "I... I gotta see what you look like in your birthday suit."

Not at all surprised by that sort of demand Thomas grinned dirtily at the tusked man. "You want me to strip for you or just simply undress?" When Walter held up a finger, indicating the first choice, the tiger snickered. "Alright then Mr. B, go sit on the bed. I'll give you a little strip show."

"Thank you son!" Waddling as fast as he could over to the bed Walter plopped down upon it, hands resting on his knees as he waited for whatever was about to happen. "Like this?" He asked unsure.

Thomas nodded. "Yeah, just like that."

The audience now in place Thomas began the performance requested of him. Gyrating his hips suggestively for a few moments the tiger began touching himself erotically. Large, stripped hands traveling across his chest several times, feeling and squeezing his pecs, before they slid down to the bottom of his shirt which he partially lifted up to show off his muscular stomach.

"Holy hell." Walter said spell bounded. Starting to palm his erection lightly the hefty man huffed hotly, eyes focusing on the stunning six-pack on display just for him. "You're beautiful."

"Flatterer." Thomas counted with a coy look. "But I'm only just starting sir. Keep your comments for the finale."

Removing his shirt once he had finished teasing his guest Thomas tossed the thin article of clothing at the seated man, it landing on Walter's head as the walrus barked out a laugh. Just as amused by his bad aim Thomas quickly made up for his mishap by moving onto his pants. Spinning around suddenly he hooked both thumbs into the waistband and carefully pulled them downwards. Soft, fuzzy cloth sliding down over the swell of his backside to reveal that he was wearing a neon pink jock-strap underneath.

Both his words and breath escaping him as he saw the feline's stripped ass framed by the vibrant straps of his jock Walter felt his heart rate increase tenfold. His cock hardening almost painfully as he began to sweat, the urge he felt to grab Thomas and throw him onto the bed steadily becoming unbearable.

But this impressive display wasn't the end of the show it seemed. Devastating himself of his underwear after a few moments of massaging his bare bottom Thomas turned back around with a smirk, his entire body now completely exposed to Walter's appreciative eyes.

Just as the retiree had predicted months ago, Thomas was quite the well-endowed young man. The tiger's member a ruddy pink with a dark red head already leaking steadily with precum. Watching as Thomas reached down to stroke himself, hand slowly enclosing the heated shaft to give it slow, deliberate pumps, Walter whimpered, mouth starting to water as he craved to touch it himself.

"You can touch it if you want." Thomas told him. Almost as if he had read the older man's mind. "I want you to actually. Come one Mr. B. It's all yours tonight."

Not one to ignore an offer Walter's body began to move on its own. Sliding off the bed he fell down onto his hands and knees, crawling forward despite the pain In his joints as he did. Reaching the cat in mere seconds he then looked up at him pleadingly. Glassy, lust filled eyes searching just in case Thomas had changed his mind.

"I can really taste it?" He asked, sounding very, very desperate as he kneeled there. "Y-Y-You'll have to teach me how to do it though. This is going to be my first time doing this."

"I told you Mr. B: It's yours." Thomas said answering the first question. Then placing his hand atop a bald head next he snickered. "As for teaching you... hands-on practice is always the best way to learn. Just take it slow at first. We got ourselves all night."

Only half listening as Thomas talked Walter hummed an "okay" and carefully set to work. Unsure, but far too aroused to stop, he hesitantly took the cat into his mouth, sucking ever so gently on the rigid rod. This was it! At long last he was actually giving another man head and by fuck did he love it already! Everything from the way Thomas' cock slid noisily between his tusked lips as he truly got into it, from the musky scent of the boy's pubes when he finally got that colossal length all the way down his gullet after a good five minutes of steadily trying to deepthroat the feline.

Knees buckling under the pleasure he received from the very clumsy, yet very satisfying, blowjob he was getting Thomas groaned, voice echoing against the wall. For a newbie Walter certainly knew how to do everything just right. The kneeling man giving his all as he eagerly bobbed his head back and forth, moaning the entire way.

"Shit, Mr. B! Yeah... that's one fucking "A" job sir!" Thomas cried out as he slowly began fucking the walrus' throat. "Suck on me real good! Make me cum for you dad! Please, please make me cum for you!"

A rumbling groan ripping through him when he heard Thomas call him "Dad" Walter endeavored to give the best blow job he could muster. Speeding up as he continued to suck like a madman he worked his hands around the feline. Both palms roughly kneading and squeezing his wonderfully delightful rear end once again.

For quite some time Walter sucked on Thomas' cock. Every second that went by treasured as the bartender caressed his scalp, encouraged him to keep going, and groaned every time he managed to get him all the way down his throat again. A feat that surprised Walter quite a bit. Who know he could deepthroat someone!

It also amazed the retiree just how well he could please someone as young at Thomas. The heavy breathing and curses he earned from his barely existent oral expertise giving him a strange sense of pride he knew he'd be remembering for quite some time to come.

But just as Walter felt he was about to claim his prize, his partner's forward thrusts coming faster and faster as he neared his orgasm, Thomas surprised him by pushing him away. The thick, hard cock the mature man had been enjoying coming out of his gasping mouth with a wet, audible pop as he fell back on his haunches.

"S-Sorry about that Mr. B." Thomas shakily apologized as he struggled to calm down. "I-I was about to cum and had to think fast."

"Ain't that what we want son?" Walter questioned as he wiped off the spittle running down his chin. Getting off of the floor the hefty man chuckled at his friend. "Or, do you got something else planned for us?"

Thomas grinned wickedly. "Well, I was thinking that we might try something a little more advanced." He said. "I'd love to fuck you if you're willing."

"OH!" Rearing back in surprised Walter's cheeks grew hot. "Y-You want to fuck me?"

"More than anything sir." Thomas admitted with a nod. "But if you're not into it that's okay too. I'm vers so I'm happy to bottom if you want."

Though he wasn't sure what "vers" or "bottom" really meant Walter quickly rushed to assure Thomas that, yes he was into it. "No, no son you can fuck me!" He quickly assured. "It's just... It'd be my first time doing it like I said. Never even been with a man before tonight to be honest."

"You're a virgin!" Thomas said, floored by the very idea. "Like as in a virgin-virgin?"

"I have two children son, so no I ain't a virgin." Walter snorted back embarrassed. "I just never... had anyone do me in the rear is all."

"Yeah, and that means you're a virgin sir. A least when it comes to anal sex." Thomas explained. Peering back over to his bed he pointed back over to it. "Go and sit down for me again, alright?" The tiger instructed. "I'm gonna make sure you're good and relaxed before I even trying fucking your ass."

Taking a big gulp of air Walter quickly returned to his place on the bed, eyes searching as Thomas followed after him. "So, w-what are you going to do?" He wondered.

"First I'm getting rid of your clothes." Thomas simply said with an amused look. Taking a seat on Walter's lap he drew his finger over the older man's cheek and across his lips. "S'not really fair that I'm the only one here naked."

Placing a hand on the small of Thomas' back so he wouldn't fall Walter took a deep breath as he was systematically undressed by his handsome lover. Starting with his shirt Thomas deftly undid each button one by one. It's light, pastel fabric giving way to the dark brown fur of his bare, flabby chest.

"No undershirt?" Thomas questioned as he helped Walter shuck off his shirt off.

Walter nodded bashfully. "I didn't think I'd been needing one." He admitted. "Didn't put on underwear either in case you wanted to know."

Smothering a giggle at the shyness in the walrus' voice Thomas took a moment to admire the bare skin before him. Walter's upper torso was soft and round. The older man's weight giving him an almost roly-poly appearance that just screamed to be touched and kissed.

"Fucking hell, look at you." Thomas drawled as he gently ran a hand down the side of Walter's arm. "You really are the sexiest man alive Mr. B! I can't get enough of you!"

Ignoring the tingle that his young friend's touch left in its wake Walter sighed lightly. "Awe, don't you go teasing me now m'boy." He said. "I know I ain't the prettiest thing walking around."

"Like hell you aren't Mr. B." Sliding out of Walter lap and onto the floor Thomas smiled up at him, eyes bright with admiration. "You're absolutely gorgeous!"

"Son... come on. The only one gorgeous here is you." Walter stubbornly insisted. "I'm just the dope lucky enough to be here."

Annoyed when Walter continued to doubt his sincerity Thomas frowned. Apparently he was going to have to prove just how much he wanted the other man. "No sir, you're gorgeous!" He repeated. Proving his point he cupped a pair of doughy pecs. "You have the nicest chest I've ever seen! I could squeeze these all day."

Moving on, Thomas rested both palms on a rounded gut. It giving a slight jiggle as he pressed against the softness there. "This gut is hella sexy too Mr. B." He continued. "I can't wait to see it bouncing when I'm fucking you!"

Finally, hands dipping under the overhang of Walter's apparently attractive stomach, so he could begin fiddling with a belt, the tiger huffed hotly. "And as for below that..." He began, as he undid the clasp. "...I bet I'm going to just love sucking on your dick so get on your back now."

Obediently laying down so Thomas could have better access Walter whined heatedly as his pants were loosened and then roughly yanked down as another heady growl rang out from below. Then, without any warning or delay a mouth descended upon his manhood, Thomas easily swallowing his modest length as he reeled from the sensation.

Clutching the bed sheets as he was sucked upon without mercy or restraint Walter tried his hardest to remain composed. Every second that went by as he was religiously felated turning out to be better than the next. But not before long the damn broke with a groan. Fevered panting and shameless moaning escaping him in fevered, delirious huffs as he began talking so very dirty to the sweet, sweet boy giving him so much damn pleasure!

"Fucking hell son! You're one great little cocksucker, aren't you!?" Walter cried out, hands instantly going to the back of the tiger's head. "Yeah... that's it... keep on sucking that dick! Make your dad even more proud of you!"

Not one to disobey his "father's" orders Thomas upped the game, one free hand gently squeezing and tugging at the walrus' large nuts while the other played around with his belly. For his efforts the striped man was rewarded with even more words of encouragement, a spurt of precum coating his tongue as he viciously blew the man at his mercy.

It was a good while into this oral assault before Thomas decided to move onto more interesting venues. Pulling off with a loud slurp he put both his hands under Walter's thighs and pushed upwards, his actions forcing the mature man's legs up against his large belly as the feline exposed the other mammal's taint and hairy asscrack to his eager attentions.

"Omph, careful there son! I ain't as young as I used to be." Walter grunted out, unused to such a vulnerable position. "Why do you want to look down there anywho? Can't be pretty."

"Will you stop saying that Walter!" Snarling like a beast Thomas lowered his head and began sloppily eating Walter out with the exuberance of a starving man. Mouth hungrily devouring the heated furrow without restraint, tongue prodding as deeply as it could into the defenseless pucker located there.

Eyes bugging out when he felt that hot, slick tongue work its way between his cheeks and against his hole Walter began moaning his heart out. Amazed that Thomas was doing such a filthy, filthy thing for him. Imagine, a boy forty-two years his junior shoving his handsome face into his large hairy duff. The naughty nature of it all was almost enough to make him cum on the spot!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Walter kept saying over and over, his mind failing to come up with a better response to the amazing thing being done to him. "Fuck son! Yeah... eat me out. Get me ready for your cock!"

"Will do Mr. B." Thomas managed to grunt out when he momentarily came up for air.

Diving back in the predator did his best to thoroughly prepare his squirming companion. Drilling relentlessly into the bud he'd soon be fucking again and again and again he easily lost track of time. The only things cared about being the musky taste of Walter's most private of areas alongside the string of curses coming out of the walrus' tusked mouth.

Grabbing hold of his legs as he was rimmed so thoroughly, Walter too became lost in the moment. Unashamedly he pulled his legs closer to his stomach, crack parting even more as Thomas took the opportunity to add fingers to his oral exploration, both them and his probing tongue stretching Walter to his limits. Boy certainly knew how to work over his hole, didn't he.

But even as he said this to himself, Walter knew he wanted more. He had to get fucked now and fucked as hard as possible! "Son... son! Stop fooling around down there and do it!" He beseeched. "Come on Tommy, fuck me! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!!!!"

Lifting his head when he heard such an earnest demand Thomas slowly stood up straight and growled darkly. "You sure you want that sir?" He asked. "I'll be honest, I don't think I can hold back anymore. I'll probably tear you a new one."

Peering over his stomach at the younger man Walter growled back in frustration. The sound almost identical to Thomas' snarl. "I don't give a fuck about that now boy! Just do it!" He ordered. "Respect your elders son and do as you're told!"

A wicked gleam shone in Thomas eyes with that, the cat stalking forwards, onto the bed as he nodded for Walter to move. "You asked for it Mr. B." He said lowly. "Now scoot back and lift your legs. I'm coming in."

Doing as he'd been told Walter slid back atop the bed. Head ending up on an overstuffed pillow as his legs were lifted up once again and Thomas got into place between them, large, stripped forearms supporting him on either side of the retiree's head.

Their eyes locking as they readied themselves for the main event Thomas spat in his hand and reached down, taking hold of himself. His erection even harder than had been earlier. But as he pressed it's flushed head against the walrus' pucker he hesitated for a moment, waiting until Walter nodded his consent before he shifted his hips forward and penetrated the tight orifice he wanted to breed and fuck so badly now.

A soundless gasp coming out as the bloated crown of his lover's maleness breeched his virgin hole Walter instinctively spread his legs further apart, Thomas' bulk settling easier on top of him as the boy pushed further into his body.

This... this was what he had wanted for so damn long. To get feel another man inside of him, his girth almost painful as he claimed his body for his own. And now that he had it, Walter was going to make damn sure the tiger did it just right.

Wrapping his legs around Thomas' waist Walter trapped him in place, lips curling into an evil looking smirk as he held onto the boy's sides. "Fuck me!" He simply commanded. "Fuck me now son and don't stop. Come on, show me how you young'uns do it nowadays!"

"Whatever you want old man." Thomas countered, playing the game.

Rolling his hips as hard as he could Thomas fully implanted himself into the tight ass he was about to destroy. This first forward thrust only the first as he quickly backed off and then repeated the action with brutal roughness. This first volley only the beginning as he began to rapidly fuck the man under him with hard and fast strokes. Any idea he might have had to use restraint long gone as he sought to give Walter exactly what he had asked for.

Eyes rolling into the back of his head as he was pounded into without mercy Walter squeezed his legs even tighter around Thomas, his heels digging into the twenty-two year old cat's backside while he rode the cascading waves of pleasure and pain that continuously assaulting his already battered senses. The sensations almost unbearable as he laid there being taken by a true stud.

So this was why that freshman was so loud when Dan was fucking that night in their dorm room! How could a person not!? The feel of someone driving into you, dominating you as they worked out their lusts, it was like some wonderful psychedelic drug! Stars and bright colors exploding in a vibrant display behind Walter's closed eyes every time Thomas bottomed out, grinding against his insides.

"How you doing Mr. B?" Thomas eventually asked as he positioned himself to push in deeper. "Am I doing it right?"

"Can't you tell yourself boy?!" Walter replied as he looked up into the cat's curious eyes. "You're doing god damn terrific!"

Hand shooting up to cup the back of Thomas' head when he felt the cat finally hit his prostrate, Walter forced him down into a blistering kiss. Their mouths sliding against each other sloppily as they continued rutting without a hint of ever stopping. The combined heat and musk they produced rising like a heady miasma as five, ten, twenty minutes passed by without either man realizing it. Their only concerned, the body of the other person they were with.

It was then, at the twenty five minute mark that Thomas finally reached his end. Breaking their kiss as his orgasm approach the younger man rose up onto his knees, hips jack hammering into his Walter's sore, and well used ass as he steadied himself with both hand's upon the tusked man's large belly.

It was with a deafening roar that Thomas came, his movements becoming jerky and unsteady as he repeatedly fired off into the grasping tunnel wrapped around his aching member. A release, so incredibly copious that it began leaking out and wetly dripping down Walter's lower back staining the sheets as he hit an orgasmic height.

Pulling out of Walter after giving him a few more weak thrusts Thomas groaned, body achy as he moved to the side and landed next to the equally sweaty older man. "Man that was a workout." He said, still out of breath.

"Y-Yeah it was." Walter confirmed, panting heavily also. "But I don't think I'm done yet. I'm still hard as hell son."

Giving a frown Thomas sat up and looked down Walter's couchant body to his still very erect dick. "Damn, we gotta fix that then." He concluded. "Can't leave my favorite man high and dry now."

"You don't have to son. I can handle it myself." Walter suggested. "You've already done plenty for me tonight."

"And I'm going to do one more thing for you sir." Shifting atop the bed Thomas quickly got onto all fours, ass stuck high in the air as he peered back smirkingly over his shoulder. "Your turn Mr. B! Fuck me real good."

Not arguing for a second at such a sincere request Walter unsteadily got onto his knees and scooted into place behind the tiger's firm, orange and black backside. Resting a hand on a nice rounded cheek he did that growling rumble of his, his exhaustion disappearing in an instant.

"Do I have to prepare you like you did me?" Walter quite liked the idea of going at the cat's bottom with his tongue. He hadn't been fooling when he had compared it to a juicy peach back in summer. One he now wholly looked forward to devouring.

However to Walter's slight disappointment Thomas shyly nodded at his inquiry. "I um... I'm actually all ready back there." He admitted. "Before you came over I was... playing with myself in bed."

"Oh you were, were you?" Walter said, oddly intrigued at the thought. "Was that why you were wearing that jock-strap thingy under your pjs?"

Again Thomas nodded. "Yeah, I get really turned on whenever I wear them." He sighed. "Not that I really needed too tonight. All I had to do was think about that kissing we did after the ballgame."

Walter chuckled fondly, a playful slap delivered to the exposed cheek in front of him. "You wanted me that badly, son?"

"Yeah I did sir!" Thomas whimpered, tail lifted high into the air. "So please put it in me now! I can't wait any longer."

Positioning himself as soon as the tiger finished speaking Walter rubbed the tip of his dick against a surprisingly well lubed hole. Despite having just been fucked himself he was looking forward to being on top again. Maybe he could even show the young anklebiter before him a thing or two about how to really work up your partner.

"Okay son, since you asked so nicely I'll give you what you want so bad." Walter said softly. "It's the least I can do after that ride you just gave me."

Hands gripping Thomas' hips Walter pushed himself into the compliant feline's slick hole as easily as a hot knife slicing through butter. Sinking to the hilt within mere moments he then began to fuck Thomas, slow and steady. This second round of their sexual play more of a leisurely stroll than a marathon as he surely built up a good rhythm. Hips pressing flush against Thomas' rear before he retreated just as slowly. Every inch he had felt before he shoved forward again with firm patience.

"Mr. B..." Thomas whimpered, both frustrated and thankful for the snail-like pace. "Don't tease me like this. Please... harder..."

"Not until I'm good and ready son." Walter said in a tone reminiscent of a father scolding his child. "You millennials got to learn how to properly play the game. Sex is supposed to be an experience you enjoy to its fullest, not some race."

Only able to shudder out a weak sounding "Okay sir." Thomas lowered himself onto his forearms, head resting against the blankets as he endured the agonizingly lethargic fucking he received. True to his word Walter took his time as he continued. Long, slow periods of sliding in and out interspaced with a few well aimed bouts of piston-like speed. The sudden switch ups always surprising to the younger man no matter how hard he tried to anticipate them.

Only when he couldn't resist it anymore did Walter finally take things to a whole new level. Wrapping his arms around Thomas' he forced the boy onto his knees, flush against his chest, before he began picking up speed. Both body and mind mostly on automatic as he drove up into the pliant body now bouncing helplessly on his lap.

Soon, all that could be heard in the small suburban bedroom was the heady moaning of two men driving themselves to orgasm. Thomas rolling his head back on Walter's shoulder as the heavyset man began to play with the tiger's chest, pinching both pert nipples that sat atop the muscular mounds.

"Me playing with your nipples doing anything for you son?" Walter questioned, unsure if it was the same as with a woman. "Only been with women so I ain't sure it's the same with men."

"Shit, yeah! I love having my nips pinched!" Thomas exclaimed as he impaled himself over and over on Walter's turgid cock. "I can't believe how good you are! You're a fucking stud Mr. B!"

"Guess we old folks can surprise you young'uns when we want to, can't we?" Walter said, very smugly. One of his hands heading southward he was pleasantly stunned to find that his lover hard once again. "Now what do we have here?" He murmured into a feline ear. "You've gone and gotten yourself all hard again, didn't you Tommy m'boy. Is your daddy really doing that good a job."

"You know you are sir." Thomas said breathlessly. "Now stop making fun and finish me off."

Enclosing his webbed hand around Thomas' penis Walter began pumping it in tune with his thrusts. Slickness covering his palm as he speedily moved it up and down over the length of the hardened meat.

"Come for me son." He implored through all his grunting. "Do it so I can do the same up your tight little ass. God, I wanna breed you so badly. Leave a nice big load inside you so that I can finally say I fucked another man and have proof!"

"HERE I COME MR. B!!!!!!" Thomas hollered as he came for the second time that night. Mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out to the side as he erupted like a geyser all over his bed and onto the floor with a wet splatter.

Walter didn't last a moment longer much to his own embarrassment. Thomas' hole tightening around his invading manhood he groaned out like a wounded beast as his body convulsed and he pumped a surprisingly large load into the tight, pulsing tunnel he had fucked for the better part of a half-hour.

In the still, quiet moments that followed their twin climaxes both Walter and Thomas sat there, panting and smiling as they came down from their post-coital height. But suddenly, with a chuckle Walter fell backwards, taking Thomas with him along the way. Landing the tiger rolled over, another sweet, passionate kiss shared between them before they both began giggling like children. This quick bout of bubbly, excited laughter a promise that what they had just done was only the beginning as they started growing hard once again.

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Months later...

Walter Bauman was most decidedly a happy man as he sat there at his kitchen table early one February morning. Grinning to himself as he enjoyed his fatty breakfast of sausage and eggs the sixty-four year old hummed quietly to himself, giddy as he thought about the Super Bowl game he'd be watching over at his boyfriend's, Thomas Henson's, home later that afternoon.

Seated next to the over excited walrus his wife, Jenny Bauman, could only chuckle and shake her head at the almost childish way he was acting. Again, she loved the man, but sometimes Walter could get on her nerves. That's why she was so happy he and Thomas had made up back in November. Let someone with more energy than her take some of the workload.

It was an odd arrangement, this three person relationship they had cobbled together. Walter dividing his time between being home with Jenny, both for companionship and the occasional roll in the hay, and spending time with Thomas who had become his best friend if not something a little more.

Sure, some may see this whole sorted affair of theirs as highly unusual. A man who not only had a wife by also a boyfriend? Truly outrageous! But somehow, for whatever strange reason, it just worked for them. Thomas got to be with the sexy daddy of his dreams, Walter got to experience the best of both worlds, and Jenny finally got the chance to get her chores done in peace.

Their doorbell ringing as they continued sitting there, peacefully enjoying their morning, the elderly couple peered over in the direction their front door was in. "I'll go get it." Walter offered after moment's pause. "It's probably Tommy. Boy said he wanted me to go with him to the market to pick up our snacks."

"Just make sure you don't pick out anything spicy this time, okay." Jenny absently warned as she returned to her crossword. "I don't need another night of hearing you bellyaching because you got heartburn."

"How was I supposed to know "caliente" meant they were hot?" Walter mumbled, remembering the incident.

Ignoring the exasperated look his comment earned him from his wife Walter quickly stood and made the short trip across his home to the front door, which he pulled open with a friendly grin. As prophesied there Tommy was, the younger man standing there on his porch in an overstuffed jacket with matching scarf and ski cap.

"Why hello there Tommy m'boy." Poking his head outside for a moment Walter quickly scanned the immediate area. Upon seeing no one in sight he grinned and gave the tiger a quick kiss. "How you handling the cold son? You take my advice about them heaters?"

"Yeah, but I'm still freezing my ass off most nights." Thomas said with a small sigh. Walking into the Bauman's home when Walter motioned for him to the bartender grinned. "I don't know how you folks stand it."

Walter chuckled at his warm blooded friend. Guess tropical species did have it rough in the winter. "I'm a walrus boy, surviving cool weather is in the blood." He teased. "Don't worry yourself too much about the cold though. Tonight during the game I'll keep you warm."

The subject of the game brought up Thomas suddenly frowned. "Yeah... about that." He began with a slow drawl. "There might be a problem with our plans Mr. B."

"What's that son?" Walter asked, instantly concerned. He had been looking forward to the Super Bowl all week. "I really hope it ain't something too bad."

"Well that might depend on how you feel about what I'm about today." Removing his hat Thomas clutched it tightly in both hands, suddenly looking guilty. "You see, yesterday I was talking with my buddies and somehow they invited themselves over to watch the game!"

Absorbing what he just heard Walter felt himself instantly relax. "That doesn't sound like too bad a problem." He reasoned. "Just means we'll have to hold off on any snuggling or fooling around until after they've left."

"Or we could do it while they're still there." Thomas suggested, expression becoming mischievous as he bent down to look into Walter's eyes. "I sorta accidentally told them about how you and me are together too."

"That's fine too Tommy." Walter assured, face heating up. "I told you when we started seeing each other that I don't want to hide who I am anymore."

Thomas huffed out a laugh, nose pressing up against Walter's affectionately. "That's the only reason I felt okay telling them sir." He said. "That's why they wanted to come over actually. Said they wanted to meet the sexy daddy who's been giving it to me every other night."

Putting his hand into his pocket Thomas pulled out his phone, his thumb idly swiping through its menus as he and Walter began kissing. "They also wanted to know if you'd be interested in doing more than just watching the game." The cat went on as he brought up a photo and showed it to his lover. "Here, just in case you need some convincing."

Peering down at the device in Thomas hand Walter hummed approvingly at the picture he saw. It was of Walter in his bartender uniform with two other young men on either side of him. One a muscle bound deer and the other a slightly chubby polar bear.

Vision not leaving the picture as he stood there Walter turned slightly as he called out for his wife. "Jenny my love? Would you mind if I--"

"--Yes Walter dear, you can go to the orgy!" Jenny voice came back before Walter could finish.

Chuckling at the quick response he had gotten Walter shared a look with Thomas who was also clearly amused. "Suppose that's settled then." The retiree said. "So, should I go get dressed so we can get those snacks?"

"Sure thing Mr. B." Thomas said holding back his laughter. "But we'll have to stop by the drugstore too while we're out. Something tells me we'll need a hellava lot of it tonight."

"You're damn right we will son." Walter agreed as he went to get changed. "Now, why don't you go into the kitchen. I'm sure Jenny will make you some sausages before we leave."

Face brightening at the mention of food Thomas nodded his thanks before heading off for the kitchen, tail swinging playfully as he disappeared into the other room. Watching him as he departed Walter smiled happily to himself, pleased with how his life was turning out. He didn't know what he had done to deserve such an amazingly beautiful wife and wonderfully handsome boyfriend but he sure as hell was happy he had them. Something he'd remember every day of his life as he spent his golden years happily loving them both.

The End.