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A Commission by Laz Briar

At first it was a gentle thought. Nothing intrusive, nothing major, just a casual “haha what if." Then it coalesced into something bigger, greater. Wanting. Feels of yearning accompanied nights of unspent flustered lust, looking out the evening window down the lonely cul-de-sac rode, towards the house, that house.

Thinking beyond “what if" to “how can I make this happen?"

Haoyu considered himself shy at times, save with friends or people he trusted. Making the first move often felt out of his league, and frankly, it was the other guys always coming on to him. His effeminate, curvy frame combined with wide hips and “petite" personality struck suitors as an easy target. But Haoyu wasn't like that, wasn't into others his age. He found himself wanting something. . . mature.

So when he saw that man, that handsome gent, that recently divorced gent on Applewood Drive living just down the way, Haoyu knew he had a type. It was just. . . hard. To make it happen, that is.

His dilemmas were diverse. Haoyu was already a stranger in a strange land, an exchange student from the Chinese principal territory of Yao-Zan. He had a sharp mind and a gentle accent, did well enough in school and cornered himself a good group of friends that were either exchanges themselves or just nice in general. He wasn't popular by any means and he certainly “stayed in his lane," as the saying went.

But, of course, adapting to local customs and culture was always a challenge. Feeling 'home' was tricky, and while there were local gatherings and pockets of immigrants who came from his part of the world, it was still different, and he was different. At least, no one was unkind to him. He didn't make a show of himself or anything, never drew to much attention his way. So, for a somewhat shy Chimera morph of exceptionally effeminate qualities, like a prized equine, how was he supposed to “get" with the apple of his eye?

Todd Markus was the man in question. He was in good shape. Despite all the challenges life had thrown at him, the older man managed to keep himself together – at least that's the impression Haoyu got. Perhaps that was the other aspect the girly equine found attractive too? Stability and good temperament. Other boys and guys his age were careless and lackadaisical. They valued short term goals and indulgences, like any young person might. Working a job wasn't for the future, it was to spend it all on a weekend of weed and booze or something like that.

Well, Haoyu could spend all day trying to figure out the attraction angle. Frankly, it came down to a good looking guy, a mature one at that, with plenty of personal resources and securities. Sometimes Hayou would daydream about Mr. Markus and wonder if it was the “security" angle too. Hayou wasn't from around town – literally – and it was easy to feel unsafe, anxious, and out of place. Knowing there was someone you could be with put all aside. At least in his vivid day thinking, at least.

As the weeks went on and Haoyu got accustomed to life in the States, maintaining a consistent schedule from school to Applewood, his fantasies expanded into more vivid concepts. He'd look out his window on a rainy Saturday evening, tossing his blue eyes up from patterns of school notes to chance a glance for Mr. Markus. He'd imagine strolling up to the older man, giving a little wave, then having the older man take him in the backyard and. . . huff.

Do things. What kind of things? Everything, probably. Admiration transformed into adoration, then attraction, then straight up lust. It shifted into fancy ideas to outright need. After all, Todd was right there, an arm's throw from Haoyu's home. What was stopping him? Todd wasn't married anymore, he just had the one son. Said son was absent and based on a few overheard exchanges here and there, the two were not on the greatest of terms. A strained relationship, one caused by a lack of a motherly figure.

Well, Haoyu was no mother, but he did have thick wide hips like one! Maybe he could. . .

Maybe what? Talk to Mr. Markus? Well, why not? What harm was there in that? Haoyu felt silly sometimes, even contemplating the concept he could “get" with a charming older fella. What would Todd even see in Haoyu, anyway?

A prime, curvy boy, that's what.

Hmm.

Another week went by, and Haoyu decided drifting from one hopeful masturbatory dream to the next was just no good. He needed an answer, of sorts. He needed to know if Mr. Markus would even show the young man any interest at all. So he started slow. One morning before class, Hayou caught Todd before going to work and gave him a nice hello. At first Todd didn't respond, but then noticed Hayou, and waved back. It was a polite one, of course, a simple response and nothing more. But it was something.

It was enough that Haoyu thought there was “potential," so he kept that little fire to himself, that smoldering cinder leading to a stronger, mature man using Haoyu in all the right ways.

By chance, one day Todd even stopped young Haoyu after class. The conversation was casual, but it set Haoyu's heart ablaze.

“How've you been getting on?" Todd had asked, his rough voice setting Haoyu's heart aflutter.

“Mm? Oh, it's been okay!" said Hayou, trying hard not to blush. “Everyone is really nice."

Then they chat, if only briefly. Todd remarked he'd seen Hayou's family move in a while ago but didn't know them too well, hoping they were enjoying their time in the States. Hayou mentioned it was challenging at first, but the friendliness reassured him.

“Well, if anyone makes ya' feel unwelcome, just send em' to me, hehehe," Todd joked. Haoyu could only nod, trying not to giggle like an idiot, mentioning he was late for class.

Even that tidbit of conversation emboldened Hayou. At lunch, he talked with one of his friends, an equally effeminate fox who was a little “bolder" when it came to boys and men.

They chat over lunch, Chenet smirking and chuckling whenever Haoyu brought Mr. Markus up.

“So ya' haven't just asked to suck his dick yet?" said Chenet, tossing back a soda.

Hayou rolled his eyes, the effette equine glancing around to see if anyone heard them. They were outside, so pockets of other students were sparse or too far away to catch wind of the conversation.

“Obviously no," scoffed Hayou. “I can't just do that."

“Why not!?"

“He might not even be into boys."

Chenet shrugged. “You'd be surprised how many studs go for a femboy. Once they go balls deep in boy pussy, it's over."

“Jeezus, Chen," glared Hayou. Chenet was a good soul but boy was he ambitious, often had no filter. Loud and proud was Chenet's style, whereas Hayou kinda liked it slow and steady - at least when it came to Mr. Markus. Sure, Hayou could flirt with someone and have a quick fling if he really set his mind to it, but he didn't just want a forgettable afternoon. He had goals.

“I'm being serious. If ya' want a go with this guy, you're gonna' have to get bold. Show off a little, give him a wink. Don't keep that fat ass of yours all to yourself, he might want it bad! But he's an older dude with responsibilities. Doesn't he have like, a son or something?"

“He does."

“I dunno, then go on that. Feel it out. Learn, man! Like you came over to the States to do! Get some hands-on experience with human biology!"

Despite how suggestive Chenet was being, he was right. Hayou would never know if he didn't apply a more direct method. He couldn't flirt or try any direct approach until he knew Mr. Markus better.

As it turned out, the son proved to be a useful springboard. Dan Markus was a wiry kid with bleak, curly black hair and a sour face, mostly because his grades were slipping. Thus, a week after Haoyu and Chenet talked, Haoyu decided to lend a “helping hand" to young Dan. Dan was taking extra tutoring sessions after school, and the rest was history. Math and science were his weakest areas, to which, of course, Haoyu passed with flying colors. This allowed Haoyu a great double-pronged opportunity: to genuinely help someone struggling with difficult subjects and to get to know the Markus side of things.

Dan wasn't much a chatter, at least not to Haoyu, but here and there he'd get tidbits about the Markus family. Todd was a divorcee, leaving a rather bitter marriage. He had enough resources to keep his own home and moved to Applewood, agreeing to take on young Dan in custody. But Dan was resentful, it appeared, of both his parents and often stayed away from his home whenever he could.

That was unfortunate, and Haoyu was sorry to see Dan feel that way about his family. Haoyu was lucky enough is own family tree was broad and supportive. Back home in the Principal Territories it was extremely common for multi-generational families to live together, or in close proximity to said family members. Separation was rare and not looked well upon, and based on Dan's behavior, Haoyu could see why.

As it turned out, however, Dan's frustrations worked for Haoyu, in an odd way. Dan was leaving with a group of friends for extended in a few days “vacation," away from Applewood, part of the curriculum's Spring Break. Two weeks, Dan mumbled, a time even his father insisted on. Things were getting so tense around the Markus home, it was clear some space was needed. Clear some heads, think about the future and whether the current situation was working out, drain out some of the animosity infesting the home. When things stagnated, you needed a way to “drain the poison."

Maybe I can let Mr. Markus drain his balls in me now. . . Haoyu thought to himself, allowing another lucid, lewd thought to run through his mind.

He tried to resist such a tempting concept, but it was true. Dan leaving for a while meant it would just be Todd around the house. Plenty of time to get to know him better. “Feel him out," as Chenet put it. After all, this whole affair Haoyu kept in his mind could've been a fool's errand. Todd Markus could be straight as an arrow. Could be dating. Could be anything but what Haoyu hoped for.

But until Haoyu knew for sure, he had to try.

On the last day before Dan left, Hayou was helping the youngin' finish some pre-break homework before all was said and done. He was lucky he was invited to Todd's house, which was a quaint but sizeable four-two. Hayou liked to look around, study the homey interior to get all the details he could about the family. One thing he noticed was the absence of big family pictures. No wife or girlfriend to speak of, it looked like. Not as though Hayou was snooping, he kept things simple by staying in the kitchen with Dan until studies were finished. After that he'd bid Dan a farewell with an “until next time."

So, on the last day, as Dan was finishing up his assignment (something about quadratic formulas), Hayou ensure he wore something. . . hinting. Not promiscuous or revealing, not yet. But a pair of tight jeans that easily revealed the wide curves of his ample thighs and ripe bottom, enough you could easily mistake him for a girl if you weren't looking close enough. He swept his sleek grey hair into a – well – ponytail, keeping bangs over one eye to grant him that mysterious “come hither" look. He even put on a little eyeliner and lip glaze, hoping it might “do something."

When Dan finished his final equation with an exhausted sigh and groan, Hayou closed the book and granted a soft smile.

“Nice work," he complimented. “That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Dan shrugged, scratching his scraggly black hair. “Eh. Whatever. Um. Thanks for your help. Dad was gonna' kill me if I didn't get my grades up."

“Well, can't have that," Hayou offered with a gentle chuckle. “Just remember that it's a lot of practice. Maybe do a little over your break?"

Dan stared at the effeminate equine and snorted with laughs. “Bahah, good one dude. You're a funny guy."

Hayou hid his frown. I. . . wasn't joking.

Dan scrambled up his school supplies, giving an exasperated “finally" as he sauntered off with the completed work, leaving Hayou to further examine the kitchen surroundings. Indeed, looking at the fridge or along shelves, he observed numerous pictures of Todd and his son or the father with obvious friends. But. . . again, a lack of feminine presence. That was reassuring. Hayou didn't want to assume anything, but it was obvious – even to him – Todd wasn't dating anyone.

He heard Dan close his room door upstairs, so Hayou cautiously stood and began to waltz about the house, admiring the furniture and put-together home. It was clean aside from obvious messes caused by Dan. And, for now, it was only he and Dan, Mr. Markus wasn't home from work. Perhaps there was something around here that could give him a little more. . . information on the handsome gent? Hayou decided to continue exploring the house, though felt a bit guilty doing so. He didn't want to snoop, but he was overwhelmed with curiosity and wanderlust. There had to be something that could start a meaningful conversation.

And then what, he fucks your face?

Ah, well. Yes? Hopefully?

Downstairs was as basic as could be and Hayou discovered nothing meaningful. So, he decided to carefully go upstairs, treading lightly so his footfalls made minimal noise. Not that it mattered, Dan soon filled the room (and halls) with loud, bass-blasted music, effectively shutting out the world. Hmm.

On the other end of the hallway there was a door slightly ajar. Todd, it appeared, had an office he handled routine work in. Hayou wasn't invasive enough he'd start sifting through Todd's bedroom, but perhaps the office had something? He entered, careful not to touch only what was necessary. The office interior was simple with a small desk, laptop, and shelves of books, cabinets, and office-adjacent machines. Seeing as how the laptop was the only interesting object in said office, he went to it. A screensaver blinked back at him. Curious, Hayou nudged the touchpad, expecting a lock screen.

What greeted him, however, was a shocker.

No, in fact, a screensaver did not appear. Instead, numerous tabs were opened on the monitor, all of which were, well, porn. But not just any routine “girl getting fucked" porn like Hayou might expect. No, it was. . .

Femboy Festival 19, Girlyboys Sucking Cock, Best Femboy Asses, and so on. There was a video paused, entitled “Two Big Butt Bunny Boys Double Teaming Lucky Dick," and it was precisely that. Rabbit boys all done up like the prettiest girls you've ever seen were frozen in frame, one nuzzling a pair of hefty hairy balls while the other's lips were wrapped around the anonymous male's cocktip. At once, a rush of intense heat consumed Hayou.

Oh my god.

Todd was into femmy boys like Hayou. Like, way into them. This baffled but excited him. Was this real? Was Todd just exploring some wild fantasy in a post-divorce environment? Or maybe this was “him" all along? Maybe he just wanted prettyboys bouncing on his dick but had nowhere to go? After all, you didn't turn a corner and find a squad of guys like this. A lot of these girlyboys were probably paid actors.

“Oh, Todd. . ." Hayou whispered. “You're just begging for attention. . ."

This was it. This was it! Hayou didn't have to question himself anymore. He was exactly what Mr. Markus would be looking for. A pleasing, daddy-hunger femboy ready to worship his dick, and then some. Hayou's hear throbbed in his chest, his cheeks flushing. What could he do? What should he do?

Take a chance.

Indeed, he was about to take the biggest risk in his life. He was going to offer a night to Mr. Markus. But if Todd was uncomfortable or rejected him, well, it'd be all sorts of uncomfortable. After all, he lived just down the street.

But he was also a lonely older fellow clearly desperate to fuck some tight boyhole. Why not the sexy equine lad only a door's knock away?

Feverishly he took out a pen and paper from his pocket, scribbling down a note:

If you want the real thing, just call me~

Eagerly yours, Hayou

He pursed his lips and kissed the paper, leaving a mischievous imprint. That was, he believed, the best possible impression to make on the thirsting Todd. What else? A normal conversation about the weather and undergraduate studies? No, Todd wanted to fuck and Hayou wanted to be his eager little fucktoy. Maybe that was just his animal instinct talking as Chimera were more forward when it came to intimate, carnal relations. But judging by Todd's ludicrous level of tabs and bookmarks, he was looking. And, hell, maybe the whole point of sending Dan off was to get some much needed alone time.

Quickly, Hayou left the room, his heart racing. He thought to say one more farewell to Dan, but the kid was buried in a storm of nauseating music. Hayou went down the stairs, collected his things, and left the estate. He took a long, slow breath as the clear sunny afternoon shone down on him. His bright eyes sparkled and his mind screamed with lewd possibilities. Of course, this could all go badly. But instinct told Hayou that a little horniness went a long way, and Todd clearly had a lot of that to go around.

He went home to fathom the rich possibilities and what might happen next. Admittedly he was a little nervous about the whole affair. . . but also excited beyond words. He thought to text his friend, but decided, for now, to keep it to himself.

-*-

The weekend morning started and Hayou was full of jitters. His mind was ravenous with questions and unknowns, heart racing at any given moment. Part of him wondered if he was too forward, if he fucked up. . . but the other insisted he'd made the right move.

His instinct appeared correct. In the morning, he saw through his window Dan preparing to leave for break, Mr. Markus outside helping his son collect his things and stow them in Dan's car. Hayou watched, nibbling on his soft lower lip, watching the strong father effortlessly move cumbersome objects with a practiced man's grace. Ugh, it sent another cascade of desire through Hayou, hoping Todd would pick him up like that.

As Todd continued to finish putting things away, his son casting him a few irreverent words, the ex-husband cast an intrigued glance. Right towards Hayou. Or at least, at his window. The gaze lingered for a few seconds, and Hayou's heart fluttered. It wasn't a look of resentment or disgust, but interest, postulation. Oh god, he was interested. And how could he not be? Todd Markus had a fever and Hayou was the only one who could satisfy them, that he'd be sure of.

After a while, Dan finished gathering his belongings and soon got into his car. After a wave from Todd, the vehicle buzzed to life and left down the street, heading towards wherever Dan was going. Away, most importantly. Todd vanished into his home and that was that. Hayou left the window and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting. Waiting, but excited. Then he lied back and closed his eyes, once again imagining the possibilities of what his time with Mr. Markus might be like.

He didn't have to wait long. By noon, Hayou distracting himself with various studies (or desperately trying to), his phone buzzed. Hayou's eyes darted over at the screen. It was a text. Hayou had given his number to Dan and Todd when he started to help the son with intensive studies, so the number wasn't unknown. Hayou stared at the phone a moment, wondering if he was having a dream. Then, with cautious enthuse, he read the text.

Come on over!

That was that. A wave of intense, hot excitement consumed Hayou. His body quivered and his petite cock shuddered a bit. This was really happening, was it? Okay, calm down, just get all fancied up and then. . . get railed.

He dashed around his room and put on an attire that was both revealing but prudent – at least enough not to draw eyes while he sauntered across the sidewalk. He did his hair up in a nice ponytail and tossed on a hint of perfume, enough to grant him an elegant, inviting scent. He made sure his perky, fat bottom was visible enough (though not like he'd be in clothes for long) and his effeminate frame captured a tantalizing silhouette. Essentially, everything Todd Markus was hoping for and then some. After checking himself in the mirror a few times, running a hand over his delicate curves, he pressed a layer of sparkling glaze along his soft lips and smirked.

In a way, he felt powerful, having this effect on a man across the street. It just made the idea of getting ravaged that much hotter, and before he knew it, Hayou was at the door. In a blur he reached Todd's home, staring at the entrance, licking his lips. He tapped the door a few times, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Admittedly he looked like a callboy, so he didn't want rumors to spring up in Applewood.

Only a certain kinda' wood was gonna spring today, hehe.

There was no response for a while, but then finally, the handsome Todd Markus answered the door. He wore an immediately pleasant demeanor, giving Hayou a quick once over, his greedy eyes rolling over all of Hayou's delectable curves and femboy body.

“Hey, you," he said, deep voice causing Hayou's voice to go all a flutter. Hayou said nothing at first, at a loss.

“Heh," he managed, granting a weak chuckle. “Funny guy."

Oh god was that too awkward?

Todd spoke again. “I don't think we'll have any fun if you're out there. Want to come in?"

He opened the door, giving Hayou the choice to press on, even though the pony wouldn't mind if he started fucking his throat right then and there.

“Mmmhmm. . ." cooed Hayou, pretenses slipping away as his imagination ran wild. He sauntered in, hips tossing with his perky rump glancing pleasant bounces. Todd gave a long stare as the door close and locked, giving the two much needed privacy.

The interior was cool and pleasant. Todd placed his hand on Hayou's shoulder, causing the younger male to turn to him. The older man's fingers rest under his chin, forcing Hayou to look up with his wide, submissive sparkling eyes.

“So, you wanna' show me a good time, I see," said Todd. “I don't think we need to have a 'long talk' about that. . . seeing as how you know what I'm into now, eh?"

Hayou whimpered. “Mmf, yes sir."

Todd chuckled. “Sir? Egh. Todd will do. Or, actually, daddy is even better."

Hayou's cheeks went hot pink. “O-oh."

His mind wailed and went cloudy, oh daddy yes, fuck me, make your cocksock!

Todd chuckled. “Take it you like that too, hmm? Well, it's just the two of us. Dan's out for a couple weeks."

He sighed and looked around. “This house just gets lonelier and lonelier."

Hayou purred and took action, resting a gentle palm on Todd's wide chest. “Mm, not while I'm here. . . daddy."

Todd instantly swept Hayou into a kiss, their lips touching in hungry fashion. Hayou squeaked as Todd's powerful arms curled around his back, noting the implied strength of the older human male. Oh god to be so fragile and hapless, at the mercy of this handsome man, it drove him crazy!

“You have no idea," rasped Todd. “Dan likes me less and less, my ex wants nothing to do with me, and I. . ."

He gave Hayou's backside a harsh, possessive grope, spreading the cheek and caressing the soft, jiggly slopes. “I really need this."

With their close embrace, Hayou could feel the rising pressure pushing against him. Todd's cock was twitching and hungry, hard as a brick, eager and voracious.

“Ooo, you poor man," said Hayou, returning the hot, breathy kisses. “I'll take good care of you, mmf. Let me get on my knees for you, daddy. You deserve a hot, fuckable ponyboy between your legs, just aching for your cock, riiight?"

The words leaving Hayou astonished even him. Whoa. He never talked like that, to anyone! But something about Todd's embrace and the proximity of that fat, hot daddycock stirred to life a subservient beast, like he was finally allowed to say all the things he ever wanted to. The freedom and power of release rushed to his head, a liquid hot rush of pleasure sending fuzzy electricity throughout his curvy body.

Perhaps Todd was shocked too, staring at Hayou like the femboy pony was an angel sent to answer his dark prayer.

“Nngm, do it, Hayou. Get on your knees. God, I wanna see your lips wrapped around me. Nobody did that for me, not even my ex."

That poor man!

Hayou was practically drooling. At once, he slipped to his knees, giggling as he did and unfastening Todd from the confines of his work jeans. The clink of buttons and undone belt added a perverse sound as Hayou eyed the unwavering bulge, cupping the hidden balls with his palm while he nuzzled the hidden cock.

“Mmmm well, femboys know what boys like, that's why we make the best girls," he chimed, mouthing at the briefs before finally pulling down the underwear and unleashing Todd's fat, rigid cock. The pulsing member slapped Hayou as it wobbled free, and Hayou was instantly consumed with a lustful obedience.

“H-hah, ah, oh, oh my god," he muttered, eyes widening at the fat meat. “Y-you're huge!"

He massaged and fondled Todd's impressive testes, the hairy balls complimenting the older man's masculine physique.

“Mmm, plenty for you then, I take it," groaned Todd as he ogled the femboy massaging his nuts.

“Oh god yes," returned Hayou. He wanted it all over him, that flank of fuckmeat. He gripped the shaft at its based and ran the crown against every inch of his face, smooshing it into his cheeks, across his plush lips, smacking his face with it. Each resounding smack echoed around the living room, accompanied by Todd's astonished groans. The older man put his hand firmly on Todd's head, gazing in dreamlike fashion as the ponyboy began his cock worship.

Hayou proceeded to kiss every inch of the flank, smothering his lips across the flanks, rubbing his soft mouth as it stretched around the throbbing inches. Dollops of pre dribbled from the meat, Hayou mouthing at the testes and suckling them with renewed vigor.

“Mmfnnnnff!" he moaned, the added vibrations sending tremors of pleasure along the malehood. He slobbered on the fat, mature orbs, rolling his tongue against them with long, slow licks before returning to the cocktip, wrapping his lips around it and providing a timid vacuum pressure to tease it. His ass wobbled and tossed as his head danced around Todd's fat dick, tail flicking in perverse manner as his eyes gazed up at his 'daddy,' silently informing Todd of Hayou's submissive, cock hungry servitude.

He stroked the flesh, popping the tip free from his lips, giggling, panting, then smiling. “Fuck, daddy, fuuuuck. . . I've wanted your dick so bad you have no idea!"

Todd grunted, taking his cock and rubbing it against Hayou's face again. “Nng, you? How about me? Cute boy like you just next door, shoulda' talked with you sooner!"

Todd felt empowered, petting Hayou's head. “C'mon beautiful, beg me, beg me to let you throat my dick! Be daddy's boy!"

Every word sent spasms of hot lust through Hayou, driving him onward, inspiring him to be the perfect little sex sleeve for his new daddy. “Yes! Ffuck, fuuuck, please, please daddy. . . please let me have your dick all to myself! Let me worship you! Let me suck your cock and bounce on it!"

Todd managed a rough chuckle, his vocal signal for Hayou to continue. And continue the effete equine did with renewed energy. He gripped Todd's hips and slowly slipped the quivering meat into his mouth, tediously sinking on it until he reached the base. He gurgled and moaned as the cock pushed into his throat, bulging it wide.

“Glllkggmmfffmm. . ."

Hayou's coughing sputters accented his lewd display as he sank on the dick before rising again, leaving a slobbery, drippy trail of sex and saliva. He gasped, proud that he got all of Mr. Markus in his throat, ready to choke on it like it was the last cock on earth. At once he pounded his head against the throbbing inches, lips perfectly stroking along the throbbing mast, mouth reaching the threshold with every stroke of his head. His tongue flicked out to taste Todd's nutsack with each motion, gulping down the member with impressive gusto.

Todd groaned with intensifying waves of hot, electric warmth consuming him, bucking into Hayou's motions with every little stroke. He gazed at the femboy worshipping his dick, wondering if he was still in a dream. But every time he imagined this to be some lust-filled vision, Hayou reminded him of reality with the boy's eager cock-throating. His inches vanished into that pretty, perfect mouth, pools of sex dripping into the carpet while Hayou hastened his actions.

“Mmmmmgnnn. . ." Hayou moaned in unison, pausing to let the tip rest against his tongue as he giggled again.

“Mmmf, daddy, you lovin' this? You love watching your personal slut worship you like the handsome man you are?"

“Nnnf, don't stop, god," pleaded Todd. “Just keep going."

Hayou did as told, eager to keep at his “work." He kissed the sides and assaulted it with additional servile touches, lowering his head to suck and lick at each orb, taking the nutsack into his mouth before releasing it with a loud pop.

“C'mon daddy, cum in me," begged Hayou. “Fill me."

He slammed his head against the fat dick once again, producing yet louder moans from Todd as the older man thrust his loins into the willing femboy. Todd grabbed Hayou's head with both hands and proceeded to fuck his pretty face, using the oral chamber like a personal mouth pussy. Eagerly, Hayou opened his maw further to allow for easier access, his tongue dropping out, perfectly shaped to the underside of Todd's cock as the older male proceeded to slam his loins in Hayou's tight throat.

“Fuck yes," moaned Todd, battering Hayou's cute mouth and oral hole with his punishing dick. He grunted and rasped with every thrust, the clap of hairy ballsack and chin emanating throughout the otherwise tranquil living room. Hayou gagged and slobbered as his new “daddy" pummeled his mouth, soft lips spread and wrapped to the brim while sloppy rivers of presex and saliva slithered down his chin.

Hayou's bottom bounced in tandem, the shockwave of Todd's thrusting sending lewd jiggles throughout his shapely, petite body. He gurgled and whined for more, feeling the trembling flank of fuckmeat near its peak. He knew that sensation, given familiarity with dick, knowing Todd was close to his first rapturous orgasm. Hayou was plenty hard too, so wildly aroused he was harder than he'd ever been in his life, shivering at the opportunity to be claimed by the powerful, older male.

Finally, Todd reached his initial peak. His body shuddered and froze, and he let off a dreamlike, almost stunned gasp. It was the culmination of numerous sexual frustrations and desire to express breaking down the dam, to let loose his wild, mature seed in a more than willing boyhole. He shoved Hayou's head as far as it would go, into the threshold of his public hair. His nuts trembled and Hayou squeaked in bestial delight, rewarded for his oral efforts as waves of seething spunk coated his tongue, mouth, and throat. With the same voracious enthuse as the femboys Todd eagerly watched on a lonely night, Hayou gave a muffled moan and gulped down every single drop. Every bit of Todd's fatherly essence he accepted, savoring the flavor, making Todd his man (or so he secretly hoped).

They spent the next few moments in near-frozen glory, Todd twitching and pumping his hard meat into Hayou's accepting throat. The thrusts slowed, weakening, until finally Todd released the ponyboy and stepped back, heaving and panting. Hayou gagged and sputtered as the delicious inches left his oral entrance, his lips and utter drenched, lewd mess of sex. Bridges of saliva and sticky semen connected the cocktip to his lips, and he gazed at Todd in a loving, adoring manner.

“Ohmmgod," murmured Hayou. “You taste. . . so fucking good daddy. . . thank you. . ."

His steamy breaths accompanied Todd's own, the older man granting an impressed smile. “Holy shit, your mouth is fucking amazing, god. God if only I had known sooner. . ."

Hayou wobbled his free hand in a little “O" ring, implying a sloppy cocksuck. “I'm here to please you."

All pretenses of formality had evaporated. Their words were as ravenous as sex-starved beasts, there was no need to play coy now. They were as raw and ready for the other as a pair might be when so desperately in lust, and the facefuck was only the beginning.

Todd wiped his brow. “I need a little water. Heh. Want something?"

Hayou nodded and stood with a wobble of his own, taking a moment to strip down and show off his delectable, curvy body. His own ebon cock was festive and hard, the effete equine following Todd while the older man fetched some bottled water. This was a pleasing intermission, nothing else.

The water was refreshing and hydrating. . . something Hayou would need, and by extension, his partner. Stripped down, Todd needed no other words, taking the femboy's hand with gentle force.

“Mmm, taking me to bed, daddy?" cooed Hayou, his grey cheeks flushing a new tint of rose. Wordlessly, Todd nodded and led Hayou upstairs, the ponyboy swinging his thick hips in eager fashion. He bit his soft lips as Todd guided him to the bedroom, a spacious interior with a heavy bed suited for two. Naturally, it had suited only one body for a long, long time, but not anymore.

Here, Hayou took the lead, gliding past Todd as he crawled atop the bed and parted his supple, plump cheeks. He looked back, offering a sultry, come-hither smile, his winking little hole teasing Mr. Markus with endless possibilities. At once, Todd's cock sprang to full hardness, glistening from Hayou's previous sloppy worship.

“I dunno you do that," Todd gruffed, approaching Hayou's backside with lustful swiftness. His greedy palms lashed out and gripped the hefty cheeks, squeezing and wobbling the plump rump in his rough digits.

Hayou squirmed and squeaked at the touch, his hardened cock trembling against the bedsheet fabric, hungry for more. “Lots of practice," he giggled back, tossing his ass in slow sashays to further entice the older male. It worked, Todd spitting on his digits and plunging them into Hayou's hot hole, at first nuzzling the tight pink ring, then pressing onward. Hayou let off a soft, encouraging moan, daring to bounce back against the wriggling digits, though he controlled himself for what was to come (and cum, hehe).

Todd was far too lost in a dreamlike arousal to offer a witty retort, and instead smacked Hayou's thick rump with his hands, stroking and clenching them as he positioned himself behind the prone effete equine. He braced the tip of his cock, the inches nuzzling Hayou's excited ring, pushing against it in teasing, self-indulgent touches.

“NNf! Daddy! D-don't tease! Please don't make me wait!" whined Hayou in earnest. He didn't just want Todd's fat dick, he needed it, like Todd's member was a missing piece in his life he desired to help him feel complete.

Lucky for him, Todd wasn't eager to tease long. When presented with a hot, juicy hole and fat femboy ass, he wasn't going to wait. All his fantasies and desires coalesced into reality with Hayou's presence, and Todd was more than eager to partake.

“Mmnf, ready?" Todd rasped, rubbing his cock between the tight cleft of Hayou's ample haunches. Hayou looked back and nodded, folding his arms underneath his sleek chest, ogling the sight of the handsome older man about to claim him.

At once, Todd pushed into Hayou with one slick stroke, adequately lubricated by all the previous, sloppy attentions. Hayou gasped, every inch of Todd spreading him wide, and while his boytunnel was plenty practiced for dick, Todd still pushed him to the brink. A wonderful sensation overcame Hayou, his lower body flooding with hot, electric tingles, his mind going dizzy, the knowledge of being “filled" hitting every single ecstatic button in his head.

Roughly, Todd thrust into the dreamy backside of his new cock toy, starting with steady, gentle motions like a piston, then rougher, faster, harder. The room soon transformed into an orchestra of hot, wet slaps, the fat jiggling smack of Hayou's ass clapping against Todd's waist accompanied by his girlish, wailing moans.

“Yesyesyesohfuckgodyes!" whimpered Hayou, his eyes glazing over as his “daddy" finally used that hole for its sole purpose: to please the older man. He wanted it all and to be all for Todd, to be his good boy, his fantasy, his blowjob underneath the breakfast table, his quick fuck behind the house, his pretty little date, everything. He shook and wiggled his thick bottom against Todd's thrusts, bouncing back with equal force while Todd gripped the equine's hips and punished the boypussy with unrelenting dick.

Todd's words were equally as incoherent, a pattern of “oh god, oh gooood," moans, heavy breaths, and indulgent delight as he gazed as his member vanishing into Hayou's wet, tight entrance. He put a hand on Hayou's slender back, amazed at the view of the thick, lustful femboy bouncing back on his cock, slurping his inches with that perfect anal ring.

It didn't take much for Todd to reach his next peak. “Gonna cum the fuck inside you," he grunted, Hayou's head arching and tongue hanging free.

“YES!" bellowed Hayou. “PLEASE, DADDY!"

Rivers of cum exploding from Todd's tip once again, flooding Hayou's tunnel. Todd drained his fat nuts inside the awaiting boyhole, draining his seed and filling Hayou to the brim, claiming the girlish equine for his own. Marking him, possessing him, coating him with issue, the first and best Hayou would have.

This intermission of sex did not last, however. Todd had tasted his new plaything and intended to use Hayou to the fullest. Todd retrieved his cock from Hayou's gurgling hole, rivers of white issues dribbling down from the freshly pummeled hole. Hayou spread his ass to give his daddy a nice, ripe view of his deeds, showing off that yes, indeed, that ass and boypussy was allll his now.

Positions shifted. “Not done with you, cutie," gruffed Todd again. This time, with great strength, Todd slid to the bed on his backside, positioning Hayou in such a way he was reverse cowboy.

“O-oh!" squeaked Hayou, blushing as the older man shifted him around with astonishing ease. That strength was both arousing and comforting, knowing how strong his daddy really was. Then, again, Todd slammed his inches back into Hayou's soaked hole, hard once again.

“Nnnah!" yelped Hayou, surprised the older man was ready to go again, but more than willing to reciprocate.

Hayou bounced on the inches with renewed energy, but Todd wasn't content to get a free ride. Indeed, the gent reached around and gently gripped Hayou's slippery, glistening length – already soaked by presex. He applied firm, skilled strokes, massaging Hayou's hefty balls while squeezing with appropriate pressure, diving and rising in unison with Hayou's bounces. Hayou bucked, his body on fire, eyes watering from the utterly overwhelming levels of stimuli. First his daddy was fucking him and returning the favor!? Mmmgn, oh, what a man!

“Love it, don't you?" Todd said, watching Hayou bounce his thick, fat ass on his rigid dick.

“NNmmfh!" nodded Hayou, steamy, panting breaths leaving him with every motion and touch.

It went on like that all morning into afternoon. A little fuck here, a little break there. Todd took his time to enjoy every single bit of Hayou to the fullest, feasting on the bounty of femboy given to him. Hayou would be on his side, arms wrapped around legs while Todd fucked him. Or, Todd put the effete male in a power hungry mating press, kissing the boy's neck, chest, and lips as he punished his boy pussy with unrelenting, ravaging thrusts. Over and over Hayou proclaimed Todd as his big daddy, accepting every drop of seed, feeling his belly get full from warm, tasty seed.

Things slowed down, fizzling and fading out into slower, softer sex. Their appetites were ravenous, diminished only by a natural loss of stamina. Spirits willing, but the flesh had its limits. Finally, Hayou rode his new man one last time, their hands intertwined in an intimate grip. Hayou rest his head against Todd's neck, feeling the older man gently bounce his cock into his ravaged hole. His moans became soft, near-inaudible coos, bodies covered with sweat. Todd gave him everything he had, one last burst of hot seed, completing their devilish union. After literal hours of hard fucking, finally, the two collapsed, complete and whole.

Hayou felt Todd's hand touch his back, stroking and caressing the gentle dives of his curves. The bedsheets were stained, drenched with their actions, marked. Hayou was dizzy, possessed by the most intense afterglow he'd ever experienced, content and warm. God, I wanna' be this man's wife, he thought, pride swelling within him. He did it, oh god he did it. The man he was dreaming about, aching for, he finally got to be with. He never thought it would happen. He always imagined it some silly fantasy. But it was now better than that, it was real, in his arms, right here.

Todd was mesmerized. He had spent a long, unbearable amount of time alone after his messy divorce. His son held secret resentments and his home on Applewood felt emptier by the day. Worse, he chased fantasies appearing unattainable. What would his neighbors or friends think if they knew he was into boys? Femboys for that matter? It marked him with needless shame and further frustrated his nights. Often, he wondered about leaving for more “liberal" States for a weekend visit just to find a femboy escort to get his nuts off, offer some measure of relief. But he didn't need that anymore, an angel answered his prayers.

He wouldn't say “I love you," because it was so easy to part with those words after some of the best fucking sex in your life. But the feeling was damn close. Dangerously close.

-*-

Hayou woke to an empty bed, his first instinct to clean up. Wordlessly he used Todd's bedroom shower, wiping off all the spunk and juices. As much as he wanted to remain marked by his daddy, he certainly couldn't waltz back home with cum stains all over his body. Afterward, he put on a towel, ears perking at sounds from downstairs. A lovely scent of freshly cooked food assaulted his nostrils, and he realized how hungry he was (and thirsty!).

Padding down the stairs he was witness to the charming sight of a clothed Mr. Markus preparing a freshly cooked home meal. At once, Hayou could see how happy the older man was. There was a spring in his step, a weightlessness to his movements. Made sense, the poor man was pent up.

“Ooo, what'cha making?" chimed Hayou, wiggling his fingers. Todd looked back and smirked.

“Figured you'd be hungry," said Todd. “I know I am!"

Hayou licked his lips. Well, hungry for more dick. But he resisted. They needed to. . . pause, if only for a while. Living in the foggy dream of sex was rapturous, heavenly. But the world still went on, and Hayou would have to go home soon.

“I got your clothes cleaned," Todd said as they dined at the table. “I'll have to uh, get the sheets later."

At once, Hayou wanted to play the boywife. “Ooh, want me to help?"

Todd chuckled. “No, no, it's okay, it's the least I can do, hehe."

The food was delicious and refreshed Hayou, a savory vegetarian dish for him while Todd whipped up a thin, lean steak. Small talk pattered here and there, but the two were content to enjoy the other's company.

Of course, a lingering question hung in the air. . . what next? Where did they go from here?

Hayou asked first. “May I see you again?"

How deep their relationship could be, he didn't really know. The sex was incredible, and he wanted to do it again. He wanted his daddy to fuck him and claim him over and over. But, Todd was a man with numerous responsibilities, and Hayou still had his pre-graduate work. Eventually, Hayou would finish academics, eventually he'd get his degree, eventually. . .

But, perhaps, it didn't need to be the plot of some steamy romance. Perhaps this exchange was all they really needed. Dan would come home, and Hayou certainly couldn't wiggle his fingers and proclaim he was Todd's new “wife." Well, he could, but the implications would be complicated, to say the least.

Todd gave a reassuring smile. “Whenever you want."

The older man didn't know what to make of things either. But, he decided not to dream about long-term life plans or rebuilding his entire world, because it might only be a dream. Rather, he decided this was good, this was nice. He didn't need Hayou to be his everything. He knew Hayou had a life ahead of him, he wouldn't take that away. He conceded if he got to sleep with Hayou, share intimate memories and nights with him, well, that was a treasure enough. Hayou was special to him, even if their time together may not be permanent.

After dinner and a dress of clean clothes, Todd led Hayou to the door. Hayou granted his daddy a kiss, smiling.

“I enjoyed that so much, Hayou," said Todd. “You have no idea."

“Heh, I think I got the picture."

They embraced, Todd pulling in Hayou's scent, capturing the memory forever.

“Maybe I'll come back tomorrow. . ."

“Aw, maybe?"

Hayou giggled. “Alright, fine! It's a date, daddy."

One last kiss and Hayou sauntered on home, Todd staring at Hayou's fat bouncy butt as he sashayed away. Hayou's mind was clear and he felt complete. All the uncertainties and anxieties about living in the unfamiliar town as an exchange student washed away. Knowing there was someone close by that cared about him, who could fulfill his desires, well, that was comforting. He considered himself very lucky.

It was bittersweet, but lovely nonetheless. Their lives would take a different path, at some point. But like Todd, Hayou was content to share this sweet time with the gent from across the street. Not everyone got that opportunity, and he was sure to treasure every second of it.

Until next time, Mr. Markus.