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The Hippo Next Door

To say that the day was hot would be an understatement.

The only way Walt could think to describe it was that it was as hot as the devil's taint on the 4th of July. Walter sat on his front porch, in nothing but a tank top and a pair of cutoff jeans. The panda had his legs spread open and a glass of ice cold sweet-tea resting on his leg. His white belly hung over the edge of those cutoff jeans as his tank top bunched up along his white gut. It was too hot for him to care about the state of his dress or undress at the moment, the only thing keeping him from peeling off his shirt was the thought of how much effort it would take.

Walter looked around the neighborhood at the perfectly manicured lawns, a sea of green even in that blistering heat. There was really only one lawn that didn't quite look like the others. It was the one right next to his. It was an ocean of swirling colors and different scents. He could see bees buzzing about as they moved from brightly colored flower to flower before heading to the beehive the owner kept in the back.

The panda grinned a bit as he thought about the man that owned that garden of colors. His name was Harold, a kindly old man that had been a friend to Walter ever since he was a young child. He'd spent hours in that garden helping that hippo get everything just right, and get it bloom in that that magnificent work of art. The years had helped him grow his savings and something else inside of him. He'd never tell Harold but the hours he'd spent with that large sweaty hippo, watching him work shirtless, his body jiggling as he worked around in the dirt, the panda had developed a likeness for guys like him.

Just remembering the way those man tits would bounce and the way that belly would threaten to scrape the ground every time he was on his hands and knees was enough to make the front of the twenty year old's pants tight. He reached down and adjusted the front of his cutoffs as he tried to not think of the way that fat grey ass would fill up his shorts, letting Walter see the bottom of his ass cheeks.

Though, that became even more of a challenge as he watched that sixty-something hippo come from the back yard. He looked on as that shirtless chubby man wobbled forward. He was wearing his favorite pair of tight black spandex shorts, a woven grass hat, a thick gold chain that hung around his neck, and a nice gold watch. Walter had always thought he'd look more at home at a beach in Florida than he did in a southern suburban yard.

He could see the old man was already starting to sweat, and he had to bite his lower lip as the memory of that scent hit his nose and was quickly followed by a surge of blood to his loins. He panted softly, before an idea popped in the young male's head. He grinned, and slunk off into his house.

** Harold could hear the birds chirping, and he glanced up. He watched as they danced from fruit tree to fruit tree in his yards or they washed themselves in one of his birdbaths. He laid down a green mat, and he grunted as he got down on his knees. The rotund hippo huffed softly as he got his breath, and he got down on his gloved hands before he started to weed around his lavender plants. His small rounded ears perked up as he heard what sounded like ice jingling against glass behind him.

The hippo turned his head and he smiled as he saw Walter standing behind him. That chubby panda smiling as he held out an extra glass of sweet tea. "I thought you could use this."

Harold got up from his hands and he took the glass. "It's like you read my mind, Walt!" The hippo said with joy. He reached up and took it, before he took a long drink. Harold never noticed the way Walter practically drooled as he watched those cold drops of condensation drip onto the man's large pecs, rolling down across his grey skin before dripping from one of those dark grey nipples and onto his massive gut. The hippo sighed happily as he finished off half the glass, "Ya know, if you want some extra cash I could use some help today. This heat is just killing me."

Harold shook his head, "Keep your money, Mr. Clark, I'd be happy to help for free."

"Oh? When you were younger your eyes would light up when I offered you some money. I never thought I'd see the day when that little thing who wandered into my yard would ever turn down some of my cash. I guess that means you're growing up." The fat hippo's eyes traced over the boy he'd watched change over the years, and as his eyes hit the bulge in that young lad's shorts he'd realized Walt had grown in more ways than one.

Harold forced a chuckle, hoping Walter hadn't seen him staring. "Anyway, remember where everything is, calf?"

"Yes, Sir." Walter said before he dashed off to the garden shed and Harold watched that cute thick ass shake under his stubby panda tail.

**

Harold huffed as he stepped into his house. He kicked off his gardening shoes, then peeled off his gloves and hat, before he put them away in a wooden chest he kept by the door. He walked into the house heading towards the fridge he opened it up and grabbed a diet coke from inside, he thought about how already had way too much real sugar today from that tea and he wasn't going to add onto it. The last thing he needed was a sugar attack.

The hippo unscrewed the lid and he headed back towards his bedroom. It was a simple room, there was a dresser, a bookshelf, and a large king sized bed with a pale flowery bedspread laid across it. He ran a hand across his sweat covered grey skin, watching as some of the light dusting of dirt he'd gained from working in the garden ran with it. He knew he should get in the shower, but he needed to sit for a moment. His feet were killing him.

The fat hippo peeled off his shorts, leaving him naked in his bedroom. He looked down over his rotund belly, and he wished he had someone to rub the things he couldn't reach. His feet being one of them, and his cock being another.

After watching that young spry boy work for him, he'd felt the need to jerk off rise for the first time in a long while. But he was debating off it was worth the effort to get everything ready to do the deed, finding the right position was so hard. As he thought about it his hands slid across his belly, sliding up to one of his massive man-tits and gave it a squeeze. He groaned softly as he felt his dick start to rub against the bottom of his gut, flexing as his nuts stirred in his fat pouch.

He glanced towards his desk, wondering if he should just go grab his lube and the dildo cast from that well hung bull porn star that he loved, but something caught the corner of his eye. He was old and wise enough not to jerk his head as he saw it. Instead he just sat there with his head looking off in the distance while his eyes moved in on the sight.

It was Walter.

The panda was sitting on the edge of his bed, and looking straight into Harold's window from his. The panda was just slowly stroking his dick as he stared right into the hippo's bedroom. He wondered if the boy was actually looking at him or if he was just starring off into space. He had to find out. The old man kept a close eye on Walter as he started to explore his body with his hands. He turned slightly so he was facing the corner of the room and Walter could see more of his large body.

Harold's hands began to knead his belly slowly, pushing and pulling at that large fatty layer, before he slid his fingers up and traced them across his large dark grey nipples. He started to twist them, before adding a dramatic look of ecstasy to his face. Even from that far away he could see the frustrated blush under the panda's fur as he did. So he started to rub his large pecs together, kneading them, teasing them, before finally lifting one up and bending down so he could flick his tongue across one of those large nipples.

His ears twitched as he heard a loud groan from across the street. And with that the hippo knew he was the one driving that young boy insane. The kid he'd watched become a man was getting off to a fat guy like him. He decided it was time to really see if a kid like Walter would be up for fucking an old man like him.

He stood up and pretended to stretch, before he turned around and crawled up onto the bed, his fat ass facing the window. He arched his back and his fat ass cheeks spread, his thick balls hung low, the years of gravity pulling them down into a perfect set of low hangers. His cock couldn't be seen past them, more so because his fat pad ate up a two good inches of it. His smooth balls softly shook between his legs as his belly hung so low it touched the bed.

He reached back and squeezed his ass. He played up the fact he was having a hard time reaching the puckered grey hole that lay between those two smooth cheeks. He grunted softly his tail flicked behind him. He kept this act up for a little while, before he was finally able to reach back and run a finger around his smooth hole. He teased it for a moment before finally sinking in one of his fingers in. Harold started to slowly move it in and out, before he added a second, and began to move them quicker. His fat body shook, and his balls swayed. Then, he grinned, before along with his most needy moan he shouted out, "Walter!" He said it as if he'd been lost in his passion and he'd shouted too loud.

Then he heard it. Across the street there was a powerful roar as that kid shot his load. The hippo couldn't help but look over his shoulder as he watched that panda shoot, his white cum splatter his black chest and hitting his chin as his face scrunched up. It looked almost like a year's worth of orgasms were trying to force their way out of him all at once.

Harold made sure he gave a frustrated grunt loud enough for the young panda to hear. He backed his way off the bed, and walked towards his bathroom as he started to plan how he was going to see just how far the panda wanted to go.

**

Walter's cheeks were burning as he walked up onto Harold's porch. He'd been like this a hundred times before, but something felt so different. After this afternoon, his whole perspective of the kind old man next door had changed. Now Harold didn't seem like some unobtainable boyhood crush that he'd jack off too as he watched him strip. He was now someone that proved he was a sexual creature, and the way that old man had moaned his name. It was like he wanted him. That he needed him. Like all he wanted was for that chubby panda to fuck his fat ass.

He reached up to knock, but the door opened before he had the chance. The hippo was in nothing but a fluffy house coat and he had a smile on his face. "Ah! I see your dad gave you my message."

Walter blinked as his mind flashed back to what he'd seen that day and it took him a second to catch up to what the hippo was saying. He um'ed before he finally said, "Uh, yeah. You needed help packing something?"

Harold grinned, "Yeah I was trying to move some boxes into my closet and what do you know, my back gives out on me! I hate to bother you with the help, but I can't just leave them out in the hallway."

"Uh, um, it's no problem at all Mr. Clark." Walter said.

Harold reached out and grasped Walter's shoulder in a friendly way. "Oh Walt, you don't need to call me Mr. Clark anymore. You're a man now, just like me, call me Harold."

"Yeah sure Mr. Cl... I mean, Harold." Walter said with a nervous smile.

"Alright, I'll show you where they are." Harold said before, pulling Walter in, and then moving beside him, making sure that his large gut pressed Walt into the wall, getting that panda to blush even more as he pulled the door closed.

They moved through the house and Harold showed Walt the boxes he'd placed bricks in to give them some weight and give the illusion he'd actually hurt himself trying to lift them.

Walter put them away with ease, and they started to walk towards the door. "I can't thank you enough, Walt."

"It was no trouble, Harold." When the hippo's name came off Walt's tongue it felt strange. He'd been calling him Mr. Clark since he was eight years old, it felt strange to be so _friendly _with him.

"Still, I feel like I should thank you somehow..." The hippo paused for a moment, and then he spoke again. "I know, how would you like a rum and coke? I got a bottle of the stuff that's just collecting dust, and since you don't want me to pay you it's the least I can do."

Walter hesitated for a moment, but he didn't see the harm in sharing one drink. "Sure, that sounds great."

Harold gestured for Walter to take a seat at the kitchen table. The young panda did so, and the hippo moved to the fridge. He poured himself a glass of diet coke and then mixed together the rum and regular coke in Walter's glass.

He set it down on the table in front of him, and then he pulled out a chair. He turned it sideways and sat down so he could face Walter without a table in the way. He took a sip on his glass, "So, you got anyone special now that you're up in college?"

Walter swirled his glass, before he took a sip. That smooth mixture running down the back of his throat, making him wonder if there was actually anything in it at all. "No one yet, I still haven't found the right person." The young lad said, years of conditioning himself to use gender neutral terms when it came to boyfriends kicking in without thinking.

"I'm surprised, you're such a handsome young man. I thought you'd be beating them off with a stick when you got there." Walter replied as his thumb teased the knot on his sash.

"Well... A lot of people don't like guys with a body like mine." Walter said, before taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh that's malarky! I'm sure a lot of people would love a body like yours, you just got some extra to love. I bet they'd love to just slide up next to you and rub their paws over that pudgy frame. Maybe tease those black furred moobs of yours." And with that Harold spread his legs, his robe parted, and Walter could see the hippo's large balls as they squished between his thick thighs and as hard cock, four inches of it sticking out from his fat crotch.

When what Walter was seeing finally processed in his brain he nearly shot the last of his rum and coke from his nose. He didn't know what to respond to first, the dirty things the old man had said or what he was seeing under that heavy gut.

"Oh? What's the matter Walt, something wrong?" Harold asked.

"I... I should go..." He squeaked out as he went to get up, but a hand stopped him. Grey fingers firmly held his shoulder, before he felt the hippo's hot breath roll across the back of his neck.

"What's wrong? You seemed to like what you saw after we got done with the garden." Harold whispered into one of the panda's rounded black ears. "Come on, is jakin' it to me really enough? Don't you want to do more?" Harold asked, before he let go of Walter. "I'll understand if you still want to go, but you could always turn around and get to see what the real thing feels like."

Walter paused. He felt the muscles in his legs tense up like they wanted to run, but as his cock pulsed in his shorts he found himself unable to move. He debated in his head for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do, and then finally the little head between his legs made the choice. He turned around, noticing that the hippo had already dropped his robe, that naked chubby body closer to him than it ever had been before. The hippo grinned and moved forward.

With skilled paws he started to remove the panda's clothes. He watched as that black and white fur slowly came into view, letting him see more inch by inch as that fabric fell from his body. Finally he grabbed the boy's waist band and he pushed them down, he'd have gotten on his knees to do it but there would be time for that later.

Walter's paws shook as he reached forward and he touched the hippo's bare belly for the first time. He'd never imagine how soft it'd feel, that smooth skin just sliding under his fingertips, before he pressed his hands into that grey flesh.

"Ah yeah, good calf." The hippo praised. "But there will be time for that later." Harold took the panda by the hand and led him into the bedroom. He had Walter crawl onto the bed where a bottle of lube was already waiting.

"Let's take this slow, we waited a long time for this and we should enjoy the moment. So before we start, is there anything you want to do?" Harold asked as he ran a finger over the belly he'd seen Walter spurt across that morning.

The panda thought for a moment and he nervously cleared his throat. "Well... Um... When I was 13 my friend's told me what a tit job was and I always wondered what they'd feel like with you."

"Mmm well I think that's a good place to start." The hippo said as he laid down on his back, he saw the nervous panda start to crawl forward, and the hippo watched as he paused, his eyes locking on his large mantits, and he reached up and grabbed the back of the boy's head. "If you're gonna fuck them, you better get to know them first." He said confidently as he pressed the boy's head down and shoved his nose right between his large moobs. "Go on, lick them."

Walter nuzzled between those man tits, shuddering as he was forced to inhale that manly scent. He gulped and then started to lap at those heavenly soft tits, his tongue slid across that smooth skin and he shuddered as he felt the texture changed when he ran his tongue across that other man's nipple.

Harold moaned loudly and he gave a playfully thrust forward, "Oh yeah. Come on. Suck on it."

Walter closed his eyes and then he started to suckle on that man's large breast. The hippo groaned and moaned under the boy as those lips and teeth teased his sensitive flesh. He held the boy's head in place, making sure he couldn't even come up for air as his soft lips suckled on his massive pec. That old man could feel the head of that young lad's cock teasing his belly. The panda who was a third his age was teasing his belly button, tracing around the rim as it almost threatened to go in.

"I can't take that anymore kid, you're gonna make me shoot if you keep it up!" The hippo moaned. "Come on, live out those fantasies your teenage self jacked yerself asleep thinking about." That hippo ordered.

"Yes, Sir!" The chubby panda squeaked as he straddled the much larger man's chest. He could feel that soft body under him as his cock laid between those soft man tits. He gulped as he reached forward and grabbed those moobs in his hands and squeezed. He kneaded them, before he finally pressed them together, his saliva making his cock glide between those huge knockers. The young panda boy moaned, it felt better than he'd ever dreamed. That hippo's skin was so smooth, it was like fucking fleshy warm cloud. Then he felt something even better. He felt a pair of warm wet lips wrap around the head of his cock, so with every thrust his cock would feel those soft warm pillows only to be quickly engulfed by a warm wet muzzle.

The hippo reached up and grabbed that kid's ass, pulling him deeper, forcing him to go faster. Harold groaned happily around that boy's dick. His fingers spread the panda's cheeks apart, and he slid a thick grey digit between them so he could slowly slide his finger over that boy's pink puckered flesh. Harold pushed his fingers forward, and then he felt them pop into that boy's white hot insides.

Walter's eyes went wide as he felt one of those fat fingers poke inside of him. He let out a gasp as he felt that finger began to explore inside of him, that skilled over man finding his little pleasure knot and starting to grind into it. The panda's cock flexed within that warm wet muzzle, and between those heavy moobs. He could feel himself getting close, he was about ready to shoot his load into that hippo's muzzle, and-

Harold pulled off, and forced the young panda to stop. He whimpered as his needy dick pulsed in the air, denied the orgasm it was so close to. "Ah, ah, ah, there's only one place the load in these," the hippo grabbed the boy's nuts and squeezed, "is going, and it ain't in my mouth, boy." He growled playfully and then had the panda move off him. He rolled over onto his belly, and stuck his ass up in the air. "You're gonna bury that load deep in my ass and nowhere else." The hippo said bluntly.

"Yes, Sir!" Walter said without a second thought. Like and excited puppy he was scrambling behind the old hippo, his hands spreading those grey cheeks and shuddering as he saw that puckered hole looking at him. It glistened with lube, the hippo having lubed himself up in the event they didn't even make it to the bedroom before his ass was getting rammed by that horny boy.

"Don't hold back now. This old man can take anything a young buck like you can dish out." The hippo snorted and arched his back, pressing his large butt into the panda boy's hips.

Walter gulped as he felt the tip of his dick press against that wet hole, and with a soft grunt he just pushed forward. He groaned loudly as he felt that warm wet hole wrap around his dick. He panted as he felt that tight grey ring squeezing down on his shaft as he sank deeper into that massive ass until he felt his hips meet that grey flesh with a warm wet pat.

Harold groaned and pushed back into the boy's hips, and he ground his flesh against that fur. "Grrr, not tiring out already are you?" He grunted.

"Just getting started!" Walter said, before he grabbed that man's fat hips and with a deep breath he began to do what he'd always dreamed of. He started to thrust into that fat man's rump, watching as that smooth flesh shook under him and that hungry hippo hole wrapped around his cock like it was made his for his dick.

The panda was already close when they started, so he didn't last long after that. He leaned over the hippos back, moaning as he thrusted against that old man's pleasure knot, getting the hippo to moan below him. "Yeah! Just like that kid, burry that spunk deep in my ass. Show me just how bad you wanted to do it. Fuck it for every time you were forced to cum into your paw thinking about me instead of putting that load inside me or on me." The hippo roared.

"Ah! Ah! Here it comes Mr. Clark!" The panda shouted as his balls pulled up and he came so hard that his vision blurred and he felt his balls almost painfully unload as they emptied into that large grey ass.

He panted softly and he fell off that hippo, his dick sliding off, and as he got on his elbows he was able to see that stretched hole as it dribbled come down over Harold's ass. He gulped, and he went to say something, but the hippo moved surprisingly fast for something so big. He found himself pushed down on the bed, and he felt that hippo's large body baring down on him. That large gut was resting on his head and there was a thick cock pressing into his lips. He felt that large grey man grab his head and hold him against his crotch.

There was nothing that the panda could do if he wanted to, but he knew there was no place he'd rather be. He was forced to breathe in that hippo's manly scent with every breath, and as he felt the hippo's tail tease his sensitive cock he gasped for air and he felt the hippo's thick short cock slide into his muzzle. The horny old man started to thrust as if he was twenty again, his heavy grey balls rubbing against his thick thighs before tapping that younger boy's chin. That panda sucked on Harold's dick with all his might, his eyes closed and he groaned as he felt that belly shaking on his head.

Then, finally, he heard a loud lustful yell, and he began to swallow the torrent of hippo cum that flooded his muzzle. He tried to drink it all, but it filled up his cheeks and some was forced over his chin.

Harold's grip relaxed, and the panda pulled back and gasped for air. He smiled and wiggled his way out from under his lifelong crush. He got on his knees and he laced his fingers with the hippo's and he leaned forward and met Harold in a soft deep kiss.

Walter pulled back and smiled, "Can we do it again?"

"Oh I have a feeling we'll be doing this a lot... in fact, I think the two of us are going to find a whole new use for the garden shed after this."