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Have you ever loved someone that you thought was out of your league? Like genuinely out of your reach yet your mind could never get over the idea of you being together with this person? To the point where you obsess over them like their a fantasy you can make real if you believed in the shooting star you wished upon hard enough?

That's the case for Tony, a lonely koala with a heart of gold and ambitions shinier than any polished diamond.

He lived in the suburbs where every one of his neighbors were either well-off families that stayed among themselves or elderly folks that were loaded off their retirement plans yet quieter than a mouse in a house where it didn't belong. Seeing them almost never didn't allow Tony to know them well, so his only friends were his parents since he had no siblings. This left anybody who didn't actually live in the neighborhood to be of the koala's interest.

There was the pizza delivery boy, who was this really thick-muscled raptor who looked like he could bench-press the ovens for the spot he worked at, but Tony couldn't really get into the whole "gentle giant dumbass" trope that the guy seemed to be sporting every time he accidentally dropped his hat or tip, turned away to grab them and 'accidentally' tore his pants open towards Tony's parents to a point where they didn't even laugh at it anymore. Even they could tell when something that's not supposed to happen stops being funny and Tony was glad he could just keep closing the door on the big jock so they could eat their pies together or separately without that overdone view of polkadot boxers-covered asscheeks.

There was also the nice librarian lamia who took to being a mobile shop for literature and the likes rather than sitting in a hot, baking building and shushing college kids that were trying to be sneaky but failing miserably. Tony understood the different approach to operating such a simple job, for it allowed people to enjoy the comforts of reading and being able to switch their palette while still being in the comfort of their own house and returning what they were done with. She only came around for Tony's mom and never seemed interested in talking to the little guy unless he wanted to browse her wares for a potential read, so she was a no-go in terms of being an interest for him.

Then there was the mail carrier brigade.

Tony memorized them all: Monday was the lanky orangutan who looked like he was made out of fur with how much it drooped down his body even in his uniform; Tuesday was the spunky red panda girl who looked to be the youngest of the bunch with how by-the-book her approach was to delivering mail; Wednesday was the polar bear man who looked like he drank before coming around to the suburbs to deliver everyone on the block their envelopes and packages with how much he looked ready to drop down and puke his guts out; and Thursday was the naga who the librarian disclosed to others many times that they were not related despite similar coloration and approach to books, so no one believed her and moved on.

Then there was Friday, Tony's favorite day to receive mail.

This day was always a gamble, that either left the marsupial gravely disappointed in life until next Friday or enamored with who he was allowed to watch deliver the mail because two people took turns doing shifts for the day. It was either the t-rex dad, that looked like he did as much bench-pressing as the pizza delivery boy in terms of build but used more weights to keep his "Strawberry" musculature.

Or, it was Tony's favorite: the old eastern dragon.

They shouldn't be a sight for sore eyes that Tony wanted, but the young man of 22 couldn't help himself. The old man who looked like he barely fit into his blue uniform just snatched his attention away whenever Tony could catch a glimpse of him. Everyday he watched that old, 6'9" blue butterball of fantasy haul himself up porches, work himself up to a sweat chatting with any old folks he was friendly with in the sweltering sun, and nearly tripping over the uproots in the concrete on the sidewalks. Tony shouldn't, but he loved it whenever the old man fell onto one knee tripping over the pavement, for it gave him his favorite view of the man bent over and letting his pants press against his fat butt and wedge into the crevice between those blue cheeks.

This way of thinking has led to many nights of unloading into condoms until they were foggy-interiored beach balls.

Tony had a lot to offer the old man if he ever got them in his house, for he was gifted in a way that school could never exploit for a future that looked bright but ended up dimmer than the pizza boy's education. He was packed downstairs, only able to be casual about it whenever he wore jogging pants or anything elastic enough to withstand him when he was just flaccid. Nothing could hold him away when he was erect, so his parents were more than happy to keep him situated with condoms built for his kind of junk. It was such a step in the right direction for parenting when your folks don't treat your condition like it's an incurable disease that you're gonna die from at random.

Either way, that old mail carrier has been the result of Tony's savings being spent on either porn with old folks in it or more condoms to help alleviate his parents' spending when it was pay day.

The cheezy flicks only got him going whenever the t-rex was working the rounds instead of his target of desire, so he only bust those out on occasion like one would with birthday candles. The condoms were the biggest help, keeping him from painting his window white whenever he gazed outside over his front yard and saw that old ass swaying like the person hauling it didn't care that they were making their pants wiggle down to reveal those sweat-stained pairs of underwear.

Yeah, Tony loved the guy plenty.

The problem with this desire was that because the guy was old, it was more often than not that he woke up in time to hear the mail truck pull up to a stop somewhere up the street only to deflate and go about his day whenever he saw that leathery hide step out instead of the smooth blue he wanted to lick all over. Their shift picks were random and he couldn't exactly bribe the boss of them to make it so that the beefcake worked on rare weekends instead and the old man manned Fridays until further notice, so Tony playing the guessing game was always the norm whenever he woke up from a long Thursday night.

Here he was now, rising up like a zombie from his bed due to his bed head and staring at his calendar to see that it was indeed Friday. His morning wood got ready to give him the spark to go take a shower and shower the walls with koala nut as he flicked the blankets off of his body so he could go to his window and...sighed somberly as the t-rex dad stepped out and got ready to deliver to the mailboxes and doors. Oh well, might as well get ready for a day of disappointment before a week of sorrow until next Friday.

After a quick washing down that softened his cock low enough to be able to be stuffed into some boxers for the morning, Tony was greeted to an empty house-which was explained in a note that both of his parents had to go in early and work late in double shifts so they'd see him tomorrow. This didn't bug the guy-this was their way of keeping themselves from any drastic budget cuts to their funding so they didn't scare Tony with any cuts to his condom supply. Even though he was more than capable of getting his own money with his generous donations to sperm banks keeping his pockets loaded and wallet brimming. And his actual job working with his parents at a local diner that was 24/7.

He decided to make some cereal and let the early Friday morning cartoons play in the living room while his foggy brain struggled to focus enough to let him pour the right amount of milk in his bowl so he could eat. Tiredly crunching away, he flopped onto the couch and started flicking channels to find something to get his eyes open from the half-lidded boredom oceans they were.

Tony heard someone come up to the door, ring the doorbell and walk off, not getting the koala's attention well enough but still being such a routine for him to memorize that it was the t-rex delivering mail to their doorstep. As soon as it hit him, he groaned and abandoned his barely touched cereal of flakes with sugar mixed in so they had flavor to get to the door.

On the welcoming mat was a package labeled with his name on there, so his sleepy gaze lit up a little and he dug in his head to remember what he ordered. And just as he saw that t-rex deliver the usual bundle of envelopes to the neighbors across the street and trip going up the stairs, he remembered that it was binoculars strong enough to be telescopes but fitted down for someone of his diminutive stature.

Hey, he may be 5'2", but he'll fuck you up one way or another in a fight. Gotta defend yourself in this world of guys and gals making fun of short people just because they were taller.

After closing the door, he tore the box open after finding the box cutters, being careful not to slit his fingers open before he dug into the cardboard and fished the box that held his custom order in a casing that looked like part one of a plan he had made a few months back. Even though he did no such thing. Totally didn't plan on seeing a certain pair of cheeks with these without having to go outside and making a fool out of himself tailing the guy. Granted, the only way the old man would catch wind of him if he went through with that was if someone told him or if Tony made the dumb mistake of going in too deep.

He scurried upstairs after discarding the box by the garbage, going in his room and sitting in front of the window with his binoculars at the ready. They looked normal, but what the advertisements didn't say before they were ripped off any local place on the internet was that they had the innate ability of x-ray vision. You'd think Tony wouldn't fall for such a scam, but he shelled in his paycheck for it while letting his parents know that he'd be fine without some money in his checkings until the next pay day.

He brought them to his eyes, loving how they weren't too wide to only fit over one eye awkwardly like your average pair, and bringing his search mode to an On as he looked for that beefcake. Sure enough, he was down the street towards the main road. Now on a normal day, Tony would consider this to be way too far with his own eyes, but now that he had the means to fix what he couldn't use an eye test for he could bask in the way his sights went from being distant to just about right into where he was looking with a few twists of the knob in the middle of the binoculars.

Ass. He saw it in plain view and could make out how stiff the t-rex was in his stride so it didn't bounce or sway. He will admit, the guy took care of himself well enough to be appealing to anyone else-and those were some firm cheeks he had pressed against each other-but his desires were set on someone el-

"Oh for god's sake..." Tony's half-hearted view on the mail carrier was cut by a truck, and after zooming back out so he wasn't blind to what it was he was surprised to see it was a moving truck. For a split moment of terror, he thought that his parents lied about being at work all day and planned a move to somewhere cheaper without getting his say nor time to pack, since the truck stopped just outside of his house. But he was relieved to see that the driver was simply putting the truck in reverse so they could park the back end towards the house instead of having it towards the sidewalk and getting in the way of pedestrians.

Tony noticed that they had situated themselves next door to the house on his left, almost forgetting that the old frog man who lived there for a few years passed away inside and his family had already put his stuff into storage so buyers wouldn't be stuck with old trinkets and weird collections hiding away in closets or taking up space on mantles and felt his curiosity grow as the driver clambered out and began to step around to the back. He couldn't see the feet from his limited view-curse his sunroof-so he was left wondering who was finally taking the sp-

His breath hitched into his throat and his dick surged to life in his pants as his old dragon came around to unhaul his truck of belongings.

The koala watched as closely as possibly, drinking in the sight of the old man clad in nothing but jogging pants that-once he zoomed in appropriately-looked to be ready to slip down those cheeks and show off that underwear. A shame that the X-Ray only seemed to work for people who were built like trucks themselves but it didn't matter to the marsupial. Tony was panting, loving the sight he was being given before he noticed that they were alone.

His favorite mail carrier was now his neighbor.

The realization coursed through him like an orgasm, and with that on mind he rushed into his drawers for an XL condom to take the load he nearly shot all over the window and floor in his excitement. He came down from his split-second high still raring to go but he brought himself to a calm while still keeping the sight of the dragon working to make sure he didn't break his back nor anything he carried in his hands while he packed everything into his new home. Tony thought of going out there and helping, but his mind quickly shut that idea down because he knew he'd cream himself the second he followed behind that bouncy ass.

He couldn't fathom how someone could keep their butt in such a rotund shape without letting go so much that they came out built like two sacks of potatoes, but he wasn't gonna judge how the old man took care of his body since he wanted to own that ass. He wanted to cream it, he wanted to watch it quiver from him fucking it as hard as he would, and most importantly he wanted to the old man's ahegao formed after taking Tony's dick from sunrise to sunset and having a waterfall rush down his asscrack.

Surprisingly enough, his spent cock didn't flare up to life and unload into the condom he still wore from that string of desire. But the more he thought to why he didn't the more it became clear to him.

He didn't need to fantasize about the old man anymore. He can have him.

His grin looked almost evil as he looked down to see the dragon nearly finished unloading the moving truck full of his stuff so he could bring it back to the lot several blocks down the way, already concocting a plan to get the dragon in his good books. Though he had to take a quick bathroom break when he saw those pants slip down and show that sweaty crack to the koala and didn't come out until ten minutes later to actually see it through.

He came back downstairs, sweat pants on and pockets full of condoms he knew he wouldn't need but wanted to brandish in case the old man asked, and shut the TV off so he could get ready to make his move. His discarded bowl of cereal was lukewarm and full of mostly milk at this point, so he dumped out it and left it in the dish water before hauling ass to the front door to go check on his man and locking it behind him.

Tony had to be calm, for the old man was busy getting his stuff inside more often than leaving it out on the yard, and the ease with which he could simply go from his side of the grass to the old man's made him internally squeal in glee like a school girl until he was close enough to catch the old guy's attention.

"'Ey there, feller. You a neighbor 'r a stranger?" Their gray hairs shook as they spoke, alongside their moobs and a bit of their belly, so it took a bit of mind wiping before Tony could answer without accidentally blurting out gibberish.

"Neighbor...Right next door even." The koala nudged his thumb behind him, seeing the old man glance towards his quaint little two story before looking back down to him.

"Nice place. Anythin' ya gotta tell me 'bout this one that I should know?" They gestured to the home they were about to take residence in, so Tony did his best to remember everything else other than the previous owner's death.

"The guy was a hoarder. Had the place loaded with junk he didn't need but kept around anyway." A good lie, since old folks tended to keep trinkets they thought was valuable in their mind around their homes to create clutter to the discomfort of guests.

"Sounds like a creep." Tony bit back a sharp intake of breath, because that comment sounded partly directed to him. "But hey, they're gone an' it's mine now...Say...", The marsupial looked up from looking at the grass, "you look familiar...."

"Oh, uh...Don't you deliver the mail on Fridays?" Tony's face was all-knowing, because of course the old man would still be working his routes since it was a simple job that didn't rattle his bones and they've actually seen each other face-to-face whenever he came to the door to drop off packages meant for his dad, but it turned into a surprise when the drake shook his head.

"Naw, I quit. Had enough saved o'er t' move outta th' neighborhood I was stuck in an' handed in mah getup. Not like anyone else in their right mind would wear it-had t' wash it while I was on th' clock quite a bit."

Tony had to fight tooth and nail not to say anything creepy and went with: "I can imagine, sun ain't too friendly this time around."

"Yep. Anyway, kid, lemme get back t' makin' sure I got e'erythin' then we'll talk later."

"Oh, want a helping hand?" Tony was going against his earlier debate of doing this very thing, but he figured since he made it this far without the old man asking why his pants looked inflated in the crotch that he could chance it.

"Naw, I got it. Jus' because I ain't got a job fer th' res' o' mah days don't mean I wanna start gettin' lazy. Thought's kind though..." They had let that last syllable draw out into a long pause, so it clicked in the marsupial that the old man was waiting on a name.

"Tony." He held out his hand to shake and felt his body shudder as he made first contact with that body after so many months of fervent meat-beating as the old man took the offer firmly.

"Richard. No mister 'r sir 'r none o' that. I got tired o' that from that bushy-tail brat at work."

"I always thought she was just as nice as her smile showed."

"Tch. Second she was off her rounds, she was a bratzilla t' everyone. Always callin' people lazy, tryna boss visitors around an' she tried t' get that rex Leon t' wear somethin' more appropriate." Richard pointed down the street behind him, the t-rex in question heading back up to the truck after having finished this block. He was shirtless, so the strap to the satchel of mail to his side was the only form of decency he had for his upper body before it all ended with his dark blue shorts.

"Petty one, huh?"

"Pettiest. Made me glad t' throw mah clothes at her face." Tony cursed, making him wish that he would have been the recipient to that blessing masquerading as an insult.

"I probably woulda done worse by then so at least you had one way to give her the bird."

"I still flashed her a good set o' fingers on mah way out. Woulda went for jus' moonin' 'er but there were kids in th' lobby. Didn't want 'em thinkin' that it was cool t' stick their asses out whenever they wanted. Not like they'll understand hand gestures til they discover th' internet."

The more details Richard disclosed to Tony, the more the koala's eye twitched as the old dragon casually talked about fantasies that he had with different scenarios in the past but happening in real life to the wrong person. But he chilled out well enough to respond. After all, fantasy time was over since they were neighbors. "Well, you made it out and you can have some peace."

"Oh it betta be peaceful. Didn't move out here by chance-I was toldnothin' happened around here so I took it. I betta not catch ya tryna throw no parties 'r nothin' like that you youngins love havin' t' disturb us old folks."

Tony held up a defensive stance, praying that his dick wasn't visibly twitching since he felt it growing to life at a snail's pace in his pants. "Easy Richard. I don't like the party life, either. I was the hard working type right up to me getting my bachelor's degree."

"That's a good boy ya are then. Tired o' seein' young folks 'round yer age lookin' like they read books fer fun only t' wake up in th' middle o' th' night t' them blastin' music like I didn't have work in th' mornin'. Shit like that made me not look back t' that street."

"I'm sure they'll live. You deserve better than stuff like that."

"You can say that again, kid. Now, Imma let ya go. Gotta get th' rest o' this stuff in then take this truck back so I can get mah car back in my driveway instead o' this hunk o' junk." Richard gave him a saluting farewell and walked back to the truck to refold the ramp and close the carriage. Tony made to walk away but soon heard the old man cursing under his breath but still loud enough to be caught by nearby ears, feeling his lip come under the assault of his teeth as he watched them jump up for the string to pull the door closed and fail enough times to make their pants slip further and further off of their butt until he would see just how stretched out those briefs were...

He was glad he was home alone because he didn't even make it to the stairs before his pants were to his ankles and he was shooting a barrel-load into a fresh rubber.

Tony fell back from his quick high once more, still feeling his dick drool into the condom until he felt it slip off on its own. He had enough right mind to get up and catch it before it landed on the floor to tie it closed before letting it sit, and he grabbed a nearby shirt that he was sure was his to dab up the droplets that flicked off of his meat when the condom fell off.

Why was he so lucky today? First the news that his target of desire was living next door to him and now the sight of that ass with only one more layer keeping him from seeing that crevice...The koala bit down into his lip to draw pain into the mix, feeling his raging cock calm down because it had just been about to blow again. He really had to work on his stamina...but then he remembered his neighbor was gonna fix that and grinned again as he stood up to go dump the shirt into his hamper.

Coming back down, Tony glanced out the living room window so he didn't have an unhindered view of Richard's house and saw the old man chatting with Leon. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, despite them not being co-workers, though Tony felt a bit of envy well up when the reptilian departed with a quick bear hug to Richard's hide. The koala made sure that he didn't suddenly go feral and claw at the panes looking at that beefcake being to touch his man without a fight before he came back outside, somewhat calm and seeing that during his little explosions that left him a few condoms short of what he planned on boasting about Richard had left the scene but his front door was still cracked.

This was definitely something wrong, and along the lines of the old man's definition of creepy, but Tony was already strolling up the stairs to the unfamiliar porch and stepping into Richard's house.

It smelled funky, only for Tony to realize that it was probably the result of no one living there for a while and the old dragon moving around to stack boxes and place them elsewhere without tending to his body with a proper shower. Knowing he was standing in the living room of the dragon of his dreams made Tony growl into his mouth as he looked for things that he could sample. Most of Richard's stuff was still packed behind cardboard and tape, so he settled for what was immediately in the area.

Only to come across the jogging pants that he had been wearing when the two of them were talking.

Tony's heart kicked up, remembering that jolly scene of the dragon struggling to close the moving truck so he could drop it off and letting this very pair of pants slip down to expose himself to the marsupial and before he knew he was doing it Tony was on all fours huffing what he could. The sweat stains held the most promise, making the koala whimper as he flooded his nose with the smell of the ass he craved for so long to be in his lap or on his face. His dick screamed to be released from his clothed prison and against his better judgment, Tony let it hang out to grind against the pants legs. He whiffed as much as he could handle from the backside until he was used to it, and decided that since he was already this deep yearning for Richard he might as well go for the front.

This was where things get weird.

Instead of the salty musk of a man's crotch being contained in a bulging package being forced to work in the sun, he came across the sweet aroma of fruit juice and a hint of the salt he was expecting. For a minute, the koala thought that the old man tried to mask his cock and balls with some kind of perfume for decency, but then he licked at the stain he could detect the aromas and felt his whole body lock up.

This wasn't sweat-it was pussy juice.

The moment that revelation hit, Tony was already blasting a load all over those pants, painting it from top to bottom in his thick, white cream like a drawing canvas. He sucked in as much as he could, making his load come out harder and making his weighted balls scrunch up to his crotch to deliver what his needs required to be properly represented in the form of cum.

Tony felt dizzy coming down from his high, staring at the pants he just ruined with the power of his gifted endowment and smelling both coochie and butt on his nose and lips when he licked them to make sure they were dry. He never thought the man of his dreams would turn out to be a lot more than just special to him in the trunk compartment, and it made him think.

Was he into guys and girls, or did he only like guys and occasionally girls?

Using a basic way of thinking didn't work, so he just concluded he liked some pussy depending on who was carrying it, only to shoot up when he heard a car engine rumble into the driveway outside. Richard was home.

And here Tony was ogling the mess on the floor instead of cleaning it.

The panic that coursed through him got his blood pumping, scurrying across the room for a place to hide the dirty pants while he thought of a means to clean himself up since he got some koala batter on his chin from extending his orgasm. He thought of the sink in the kitchen and jumped to get his hands and face cleaned up real good until he heard the car door shut outside. He found a handkerchief in the corner of his eye, so he just had to dab himself clean an-

His dick was still out.

Tony nearly forgot he just came yet again and barely had enough time to hide behind the countertops as Richard stepped into the house. He heard the old man mumble something about a thick smell until he decided to wrap his meat into a condom so it'd stop threatening to drool its dregs onto the clean floor. Once he was sure it was secured around his shaft, Tony stuffed his junk back in his pants and casually situated himself next to the kitchen with a hand to the wall.

"Heyyyyyyy...." God that came out so bad. Richard didn't seem to notice, for he just stared at where Tony was.

"Oh hey, was jus' 'bout t' go knock on yer door t' let ya come back o'er. Guess ya found yer way inside..." Something about that tone sounded accusatory so Tony was quick to clarify.

"The door was open when I checked so I thought you were still here. Saw that you weren't so I just decided to stay here til you got back." That worked, for the old man's gaze eased up.

"Oh damn, I thought I locked it behind me. Ah well, key was still here anyhow. Make yerself at home, kid. Gotta unpack mah TV so I can have somethin' normal t' stare at." Richard gave him that saluting farewell but only moved to tend to the boxes all around in the living room. Tony watched as the old dragon walked around in only his sweaty, navy blue briefs and dealt with unpacking without a single complaint. No complaints from Tony either, since the dragon's attention was away from him and he got to see that butt ripple with every heavy step the old man took.

Of course, he also made sure to get glances at Richard's crotch to confirm a suspicion and saw that the entire flap portion was soaked in what he knew was juices-for now-and left the outermost portion of Richard's extremity visible. And judging by the camel toe shape protruding from within, he could only assume that it was indeed a vagina in there.

So his crush not only had an ass that rocked his world and made him swoon for them, but they had the kind of hole meant for a breeding that Tony wondered if he could provide. He was more than well-endowed for any job like that, his funding only came in when his semen was used for insemination AND if the pregnancy was successful, and his balls were bottomless-from what he can guess-since he's gone Friday afternoons jerking off all day to a new image of Richard in his head until late at night when his arms ached in pain from pumping so much. He was such a lucky marsupial.

Once Richard finished up, he took a lax seat on the couch, Tony catching the *squiiish* of moist flesh pressing down into the cushions. He waited with bated breath to see if he was gonna move right away but after staring for a good minute and listening to the dragon just flick through channels for something to watch he decided to chance it and walk out of the kitchen to go join him.

The old man looked bored, staring at the screen like he really wanted to do something else but couldn't think of what, so he used that distant gaze to get seated next to their blubbery hide. Being so close to him had Tony ready to die and go to heaven to inch just a nudge closer, but since they weren't paying attention he did it anyway and felt his heart soar to new heavens as Richard didn't take notice. Not even when the koala was basically rubbing his leg against their thigh after trying and failing to unsuccessfully lean in closer to see their snatch at a closer view than just a fleeting glance blocked by that shiny ass.

Just when Tony thought he was about to score a lucky shot in laying a hand on Richard's inner thigh, the dragon yawned out and stretched his limbs before going slack and laying his arm on Tony. This happened to get the old man back to Earth and he looked down.

"Oh there ya are. Was gonna ask if ya wanted t' talk 'bout somethin' an' here ya are."

"Yep...I'm here..." Tony knew what was happening; the old dragon wanted to break the ice since they were on a first-name basis as neighbors already but he wanted the koala to start. The pressure was on, so many questions about how many times Richard showered or changed clothes and similar ones ringing through his head until he found something simple: "Do you...do anything for a living?"

"Hmmm..." This got the old man to think, stroking his thin beard of white to further aid in his narrowing-down of thoughts so he could answer the young man. "Nothing, really. All I did was mah job then went home t' do nothin' til I went t' bed."

"Really? You sure don't look like you do a whole lotta nothing, Richard." Tony had to point that out, because if Richard truly fit the description of his daily dose of "nothing" then he wouldn't be this perfect sculpture of fat yet fit.

"Well if ya wanna call visitin' friends an' walkin' as much as I can, then yeah I do some exercise t' stay mobile. But it's really nothin', an' now that I don't got no job it's gonna stay nothin' til somethin' comes up."

Tony nodded in approval to that answer, watching the old man's attention return to the TV but knowing he was just waiting on more questions.

"Are you hot-blooded or something?"

"What makes ya say that?"

"You're ...almost naked." Tony almost said "you're a breath away from showing me that thick puss" but knew he'd be kissing the pavement if he went full-on creep mode so soon. But Richard's nonchalant behavior made it so hard...

"Well I tend t' do a lotta sweatin' since I got so much hair on mah body. Head, chest, belly, lips, snout, butt, ya name it an' I bet ya there's a patch t' find."

Tony absorbed all that in like he was a sponge for innuendo, but then he did a double take at "lips" and saw no mustache to confirm it-just whiskers that were sticking out of the old dragon's snout as he said. "Wait, what lips?"

And just like that, Tony got an eyeful of Richard presenting himself to him-in a way-as the dragon reached between his legs and groped himself. "These lips. Might be a real thick bush down there too, but I wouldn't know. Only time I get t' see it is when I'm fresh out th' bathroom in th' mornin' an' lookin' in mah body mirror."

Tony stared, looking at that hand pull back and come up with a thick-ish strand of juice threatening to drip down the dragon's chest until he shamelessly licked it up like a dog being kind to their owner. The blunt demeanor, the lack of need for another's opinion on stuff....the koala had to ask...

"Can I see them?"

"Whoa now, yer bein' mighty curious. Yah sure ya wanna see mah bush? No goin' back if yuh do." Tony knew he was taking a great leap forward with being so direct, but after being exposed to so much to obsess over Richard about he knew that it was today or until further notice when his parents weren't on his ass about how work was to pass the time until dinner.

"I'm sure ...Show me." The koala's determination got a nod out of the dragon and with that Richard stood up.

"A'ight boy, lemme give ya a taste o' what I mean..." The koala watched as the old man peeled those soggy briefs off of his hide, listening to the wet sliding noise they made being pushed off of those cheeks and thighs before being brought to a bunched-up heap at the dragon's ankles. And then Tony got a blast of what Richard was getting at.

A thick cloud of sweet and earthy smothered his head, making him fall back as deep as he could muster into the couch and take it all in. His dick was ablaze in his pants, feeling it grow into a hardness that he hasn't felt in a long time until it shoved its way out and let its rubber-coated self be known to Richard while the marsupial felt inebriated off of the fumes of dragon coochie with a bit of butt in the mix. Though Tony didn't want to waste the moment and struggled to sit up only for the old man to just stand in front of him to let him see exactly what he asked for.

And he was not disappointed.

That snatch was thick, drooping down between the dragon's legs like it were a sack of puts for an olympic series for middle-weights and still dripping just as much as he'd expect from a dragon of....however old Richard was; those lips were clenching up and relaxing enough to make sure there was a squirt in between the motions for Tony to ogle at; and the noises that the old man's cunt reverberated for his ears and his ears alone made the koala glad he was so forward.

Because his dick chose that time to reach that full mast it couldn't do in his pants and point right towards those folds.

"Looks like I don't need t' ask if ya like what ya see, kid..." Tony would have felt ashamed if he were in his right mind, and he would have lost his modesty anyway since Richard reached down and ripped that condom off of his shaft. "Won't be needin' that. Cain't carry kids no matter what so it's all free game."

"You mean...?" Wait, where they going from ice breakers right into sex just like that?...

...Fuck yeah, he could get used to this.

"Figured that since we weren't doin' much else I might as well introduce ya t' what I do if I have company over." Just like in his dreams, Tony gazed up in pure astonishment as Richard came down to straddle his lap, that cunt rubbing up towards his pulsating cock head-as opposed to that sweaty chasm of ass-and giving it a warm taste of the hole it was about to gain purchase in. The marsupial thought he really did die and this was all the remnant of a fantasy that he was dreaming of while his spirit went to the great beyond.

But you know you're not going beyond anything when you get an old, fat dragon to sit on your lap and swallow your dick into his body.

Tony's strained scream was mostly from the way ecstasy erupted from the first point of contact and swamped over his cock and balls like someone blowing steam over his crotch, grabbing onto the cushions around him as Richard ground that thick set of lips against his pubes before rising up and slamming back down again. This was a million times better than his own hands or those poor fleshlights that he broke on the first day of using th-

"I've seen ya in that window o' yers b'fore boy..." Those words went like the wind through Tony's head, and with his face contorted into sheer bliss the old man clarified. "I made sure ya got an eyeful e'ery time I seent'cha starin' me down like an eagle t' a mouse..."

"You...k-k-knew....?" So those trips, those tumbles, and those wedgies that Tony seemed to be the lone audience for thanks to the scarcely populated suburb were intended for his viewing pleasure? He didn't know if he should be proud that he had the old man's attention long before he had to work for it, or creeped out that he was being given shows by someone older than him knowingly.

"I knew sometime after I started working these routes ...Yer old man told me when ya ...what'd he say ya did...oh yeah, nutted in yer bed b'fore ya got a rubber on an' asked him t' wash yer sheets."

Tony was barely able to recall that day as that fat ass bounced on his thighs with a growing ease that left him huffing for air from the heat building up in the room, only to feel it shove its way into his mind's eye and letting him remember seeing the dragon for the third time since he started running the block with mail and catching sight of how tight his ass looked from the crevasse his wedgie implanted...

"After y-yer old man let me know ya had a hankerin' fer me, I jus' had t' know how desperate ya were fer a taste o' mah lips. An' I gotta say ...I like what I was given...~"

The koala would have to ask some time later about how he knew of Tony's virility, but for now the poor lad had begun to cum and Richard wasn't merciful enough to stop smacking his scaley muff down against that furry crotch before retreating to repeat. His koala goo made itself at home inside the deepest regions of Richard's pussy, making a pocket space for it all like a condom made of flesh until Tony was snapped out of his high by a burst of pleasure in his cock head. He looked up, stars in his vision, and noticed Richard had took his wrists hostage and brought his hands to his blue ass. Judging from the tingling sensation in his right palm, Tony had been made to slap one while he was busting a nut and knowing he just touched the ass that plagued his sanity had gotten his body on fire.

"Go on boy...Make mah ass jiggle while I ride ya dry...~" That commanding voice sent shivers down Tony's spine, making him wonder if that was actually going to happen with the relentless pogo-like bouncing making his body jump off the couch and back again while his hands followed orders and left hand prints as red as apples on those rotund cheeks. He moved his hands around to, making sure he covered as much surface area as his reach could allow as his dick was brought towards the edge again after being milked some more from those muscled folds.

Richard gave a few more test squeezes before moving up to the tip, bringing those lips to a vacuum seal around the koala's head and letting his arousal pour down on the marsupial's hips and legs until he smashed into those fuzzy balls sinking all of that heavy meat back in. Tony screamed, barely able to keep up with his spanking now that his hands were smarting from the after effects of slapping so hard and now being rode like he were a toy for Richard's liking.

And with a triumphant grin like that, how would Tony think otherwise from the old man?

He let that gaze taunt him as he felt another load rush out of him, filling up the recesses of the dragon's cunny and leaving his nether regions warmer and heavier with more seed settled into those walls like cream in a muffin. Funny, because the dragon's build was like a fat muffin top.

Or a pure-white beach ball

Tony thought his Friday wouldn't ever get any better after that second filling into Richard's pussy, feeling the old man's hips work him back up to arousal without him even falling down to a semi and feeling his balls go on overdrive to get a load ready to pump that dragon cunt again. This was all to the ploy of the dragon, the koala knew that in the back of his horny mind. With every slam that left his lower half matted in juices-and only juices, mind you-from that hefty snatch, Tony felt like he had been cursed to empty his balls into this pussy and only this pussy for the thoughts of wearing a condom felt so unappealing he nearly went soft thinking of being safe until Richard yanked him back up to speed.

Tony didn't even feel his third load, still coming down from the afterglow of the jizzfest prior, and having a goofy smile left on his face as his spunk found a home inside of Richard. But it appeared that he looked just a tad too silly, because that dragon leaned down, held the portions of cushions on either side of his head and made him feel the weight of that belly he had yet to start filling with his koala batter as those hips somehow found the leverage to go faster. With a mouthful of dragon thiddy*, the new pace was too much on his somewhat inexperienced mind, and a fourth barrel-load was ripped straight out of that needy dick and right into Richard's muff. That bush of his was matted down now, smearing loose hairs into Tony's crotch and tickling his nuts a bit. Odd fact, but it was enough to make sure those balls didn't take a rest once Richard got that cock back to full mast for round five and who knows how many to count.

The koala knew he'd be a mess by the time he was out of it.

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Three dozens.

Thirty six series of wetworks and the koala's balls remained the same, making him pine for a relief that didn't need sex to be achieved as the old man wore his dick out hard enough to make it squirt pitifully yet strongly within its overflowing depths. And yet the old man kept going for more.

Some time ago, Richard managed to cram that cock into his hot box and soon there was a new place to store all of that koala batter and keep things going without making too much of a hassle to clean up. But it was far too late, and the dragon had been too lenient to a point where he let a load go off in his overstuffed cunny and felt all of that wasted jizz flush right out of him and paint the both of them.

Tony had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, young mind unable to comprehend what it means to be milked to a degree such as this without running on empty and thus left to the torturous bliss of Richard's desire to make him fire blanks into that snatch of his only for the old man to snarl as he couldn't seem to break through that limitless virility. Once he got to round forty and felt his own hips scream out for a break, he sat there and breathed out a puff of air.

It was night time now, the lights having automatically turned on in the kitchen ahead and thus leaving Richard to think that it was still daytime until he looked behind him. The house reeked, smelling like sweaty dragon ass in dire need of a shower, pussy juice being tainted by precum and splooge, and koala nuts since the collection of their fluids was smearing into those fuzzy nuts. Since Richard stopped moving, his body finally lost its adrenaline rush and he felt his ass flare up in a stinging pain that was only from the excessive force he used to continue milking the lad after he blacked out for more cream. His folds were worse off, but they were thick enough to ignore the initial discomfort and he merely shrugged as he pulled off to check for damages.

But really, he wanted to actually look at those balls and see if he put a dent in them.

"Fuck sake...this kid don't know how t' stay down an' give up..." Nope, no dice. Not only was Tony still hard as a rock despite having no hot flesh wrapped around his shaft but his loins were the same, heavy-looking nuts that made Richard rush to move down to this secluded neighborhood to own the boy's body and desires. He felt shame run down his spine, thinking of his old friends and knowing they'd be taunting him for having a catch he couldn't tame in full and leave begging for a break as they did for their prey.

He knew he couldn't say a word to them but they'll check in on him anyway, so he'll have to be careful if they visit and he's busy making sure Tony never stops loving the way his bush-covered cunt make him want to flood it like a dam needing water to block up to actually be useful. He looked down to his swollen belly, watching it ripple at the slightest breath he took and watching it fall with a profound bounce once he lifted it up a nudge. Damn, kid left him more full than Leon ever did when they were deciding who got to work the Friday runs. Those were always fun-even more so when Betty caught them in the act or called in the middle of them deciding when she was on her way. Richard laughed remembering those times, making both belly and moobs hop up from their resting places to accommodate how jolly he was being in the moment, only to come down to take a breather once his eyes fell back on his nymphomaniac neighbor still laid out cold on his soaked couch.

...You know, it's not all bad that he had a suitor who couldn't be drained dry. Just means that there's no real reason to be apart unless they had something important to do....

And speaking of that, Richard found his muff getting tired of not being full of dick and decided to reclaim his seat for the night so he'd get back to riding....

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"Thank you so much Mr. Richards! I was sure our little Tony had run off with some stranger to a place where his gift wouldn't let him shine."

"Oh, it was nothing, Mrs. Joyce. He's a nice kid, really charming when he's not balls-deep in me."

"O-o-oh, stop!"

The old dragon was standing on the porch of Tony's home, carrying the poor koala with his ass so that he remained sheathed inside that hungry cunt. His mom, Lily, was laughing at his little joke despite her being able to see it in action clear as day with the stark contrast of colors going on between Richard's legs.

"Bring him back by 11 tonight. We both got double shifts again but I'll be home before her so he'll have someone around to talk to about what you're doing." Tony's dad stepped into view, looking like an aged up version of the lad currently face-deep in dragon asscrack save for the lack of pronounced bulge in his crotch.

That honor was with his mother.

"A'ight, sir. He'll be in one piece an hour earlier, I can promise that much." The stern-looking koala accepted the answer with a nod, and went back into the house to continue getting ready for work. Lily was already ready, but the older marsupial was driving so she had to wait. So thus, Richard used the privacy he now had to whisper in her ear. "If ya ever get bored at work an' Tony needs t' res' his dick, I can take ya out fer a spin."

Lily giggled, making her husband turn around to stare at the two of them at the door before returning to making sure he had everything in his work bag. Narrowly escaping that, she decided to whisper back to Richard. "I'm off on Tuesday. Tony and his dad have work then so it'll just be you and me until 7 when the boy gets home."

"It's a date, Mrs. Joyce...~" He licked her temple, making her try her damnedest to be quiet before Tony's dad came back around to go get the car started. She hugged the old man and shut the door behind her, giving him a very seductive-looking wave before she got herself in the passenger seat with a wink and drove off with her husband to work. This left Richard to stare between his legs and smirk at the pair of balls still sagging to his knees.

"Let's see if I can' get ya shootin' fer a hundred by lunch time, boy ...~"

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Thiddy=Experimental term for man tiddy