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I looked up at the wobbly ball coming my way through the air and took a few steps to the left to snatch it as it came down.

"That's better!" I encouraged as I fired the football back across the yard to the hyena youngster. "Nice catch, too. I put a little heat on that one." Casey was getting a little better at our backyard games of catch, much to his dad's delight. Mister Matthews had been ecstatic when he found out his new babysitter was the quarterback at one of the local colleges. The fact that it was division two and I was the backup didn't bother him; he was just happy to have someone helping his Peewee League son.

"I'll show you heat," Casey cocked his arm back and comically threw his entire body into his next throw, sending the oblong ball way off course and off the roof of the neighbor's house before it rebounded back into the yard.

I picked it up, giving the giggling hyena cub an annoyed glare. Being intimidating wasn't my forte--when's the last time a rabbit scared anyone. "Alright, that's enough for now. Let's check on your sister."

Rule number one of babysitting was not letting the cubs out of your sight. Okay, maybe rule one was not letting the cubs run the show, but not letting them out of sight was definitely a close second. Cassandra spent most of her time in her room reading or watching cartoons. The most mischief she'd ever gotten into with me was sneaking ice cream out of the freezer. Sure enough, there she was watching some show about ridiculous sea creatures.

"Cass, turn the volume down. Casey, go wash your paws." I smiled when they both did as directed. It was nice having them respect me, though perhaps it was more bribery and giving them leeway than anything. As soon as I rustled the plastic bag that contained cookies both their heads turned towards the kitchen.

"What kind did you make today, Jimmy?" Cassandra sniffed at the air as she scurried towards the counter.

"Long as they're not raisin again, blech."

I chuckled, slowly fishing a cookie out for each of them, watching their eyes follow their respective prizes. "Chocolate chip, nice and simple." I poured them each a glass of milk and helped myself to a coffee. One cookie turned into two, and then three as we sat and watched cartoons. I have to admit I had no interest at all in the shows they watched, talk about total nonsense. I used to think that the cartoons I watched growing up were way better, though the time or two I brought some of my childhood favorites up online I realized they were just as awful.

Mister Matthews kept a pretty nice house for a single dad. Way better than I'd be able to manage on my own, that's for sure. The kitchen was filled with stainless steel and granite. The cupboards and fridge were all neatly organized and everything was kept clean, just like the rest of the house. In the entranceway was a lovely oak and glass display case featuring trophies and photos from his many golf outings and tournaments. The place certainly wasn't like my chaotic, cluttered house growing up (and let's not even mention the dorms). The living room sofa was big enough for all three of us to sit with room left over.

My long ears twitched as somewhere down the block I heard the familiar engine rumble of Mister Matthews' SUV.

"Your dad's about home." I announced. The cubs had gotten used to my advanced warnings, though the first few times has been sheer amazement and awe on their parts. They hurried their cups over to the kitchen sink while I stuffed the empty cookie bag into my backpack; removing evidence of our illicit snack time. By the time the front door opened the kids were back on the sofa and I was tidying up the kitchen.

"Hey, James. Everything go well?"

I nodded and let him know that it had. The hyena set his golf clubs down near the doorway and untucked his teal polo shirt. As he got near me I smelled hints of cigar smoke, no doubt from his country club lounge after his round. I don't know why, but I found the idea of the older hyena relaxing with a couple fingers of whiskey and a stogie quite alluring. It wasn't just that he looked great for being in his late 30's, no doubt thanks to his health food obsession and impressive exercise room upstairs, there was more. The way he carried himself and kept his life so orderly and neat blew me away. Raising two kids on his own had to be hard as hell, and even though he clearly had money to spend he didn't hire a housekeeper; he kept the place immaculate on his own.

He had to get lonely though, right? Sometimes I could see the tension in his shoulders and once in a while his eyes would betray his tough, even-keeled demeanor. There were times when all I wanted to do was rub my paws into his back and knead that tension out, though my mind took me to _other_stress relief scenarios every time I thought about it.

"How'd you do today?" I asked as he poured himself a cup of juice.

"Not bad, only played the back nine, spent most of the day playing cards in the club." He glanced at his children over in the living room and smiled. "You do a good job with them, ya know."

My big ears felt warm at his compliment. "Well, they're super well behaved, so you do a good job too Mister Matthews. Casey is getting a bit better at throwing the ball, too."

"Again, thanks for helping him with that. I don't know anything about football so I'm not much help to him there." He leaned back against the fridge and smiled. "Hey, speaking of, they'll be at their grandparents' house this weekend so I know I said I needed you Friday but they won't be here tomorrow."

"Oh, alright. No problem." Well there went another day of easy money, though I'm sure I could find some trouble to get into on a Friday night. I wasn't the only one with extra free time, I realized. Mister Matthews devoted his weekends to his children. I never sat on Saturdays or Sundays. "Going to get in a weekend round of golf or something?"

He chuckled and shrugged. "I dunno. I'll probably just enjoy some peace and quiet. Maybe I'll go crazy and take the parental lock off the TV."

"Careful now, that's pretty extreme. I hear there's swearing and nipples on there."

"Sounds perfect," the hyena smirked. Imagining the middle aged hyena giddily watching late night television as though he was getting away with something made me laugh.

"What are you talking about? What was funny?" We both looked over at Casey and Cassandra, who were sitting with their arms on the back of the couch and watching us. Kids always want to be in on jokes, even ones they'd never get.

"Uh, it was a political joke, honey."

"Oh," they accepted their dad's clever dismissal and went back to their cartoons.

"Well," he took his wallet out and handed me a pair of crisp bills. "See ya Monday?"

*

My computer chair wasn't feeling very comfortable on Friday afternoon no matter how many times I repositioned myself in it. Free Friday and I was wasting it playing games I'd played fifty times already. I moved over to the worn out leather loveseat that'd been handed down more than one time, yet was still amazingly comfy, and flipped through the streaming video menus. Indecision and disinterest killed that off after a half hour of aimless browsing through titles that looked interesting enough to consider but having nothing actually grab me.

Boredom led me back to my computer and onto a couple of porn websites. My porn browsing habits were about as disjointed as my movie ones, but I opened a couple of promising tabs and loosened my pants. The first video with a pair of otters in a hot tub didn't last very long; the horribly fake moans just got me shaking my head and grumbling. Couldn't stand that stuff, ya know? Almost as bad as cheesy music.

Next was a chubby raccoon getting spitroasted by a coyote and skunk, and that one got me going a bit. I smirked and snuck a paw down and over my stiff cock, teasing my tip before wrapping my soft brown fingers around it. I had a routine. I wouldn't just jack it to the first hot video, I'd find a couple, tease myself for a while, and if I didn't find anything as good as the first one I'd go back to it.

Then I switched things up a bit and searched for anonymous hookups. Even though it was something I'd never done the idea was just so fucking hot to me. Like the first video I found: meerkat guy finds random wolf on Growl, wolf comes by and breeds him while it's all being covertly recorded. A couple videos like that later and I was cleaning myself up.

A mischievous thought crept into my consciousness: create a profile of your own on one of those hookup services. Couldn't hurt, right? Of course it could. I'd get on there, people would find me who I didn't want finding me, I'd probably meet a bunch of creeps, and the whole thing would be a waste of time.

So I did the illogical thing and directed my browser to the Growl website. I have absolutely no idea how 'badbunny69' was available as a user name, but it was. I ignored the profile section except for a few words and just filled in the basic portions.

Species: Rabbit, chestnut colored

Age: 22

Orientation: Gay

Role: Mostly bottom

Height/Weight: 5'9, 175

I fiddled for about five minutes trying to take a cute selfie before realizing I really didn't want my picture out there for just anyone to see. The 'Done' button loomed large at the bottom of the screen, and I had to take a big breath before I hit it. Immediately I felt both regret and accomplishment. My concerns faded as I browsed around the other local profiles and realized that most others were just as bare as mine was.

The sexy idea of finding some random guy to screw around with faded away as I looked through the profiles and found myself thinking about it. A few of the guys seemed or looked hot enough and I'm sure I wouldn't have a problem sleeping with them it's just that every time my imagination went there a common thought entered my mind: I don't know anything about them, really. I mean, that was kind of the whole point of this and the reason that I'd made the horny decision to give the website a look. I guess I just found the concept of it hotter than my sense of adventure seemed willing to allow me to explore.

'Single dad looking for quick hookup,' looked promising if for nothing else than he actually spelled out words and hadn't written something like 'single daddy 4 m4m anon'. The ad didn't say much, just that he had a rare free weekend and was pent up and all that; sounded familiar. I clicked on his profile and blinked at the age and species: thirty-six and hyena. Then I looked back at the ad title and contents. No, no fucking way. Had to be a coincidence.

Could Mister Matthews be looking for dudes online? He didn't seem the sort, really, with as controlled as he kept everything in his life. Wouldn't have pegged him for gay, either. Ya know, kids and all. Must be bi, I thought, if that's actually him (which it probably wasn't).

Still, it was worth poking at. If the guy said anything weird I could just ignore him. I shot off a response asking what kind of scenario he had in mind. What if it actually was him? Would he be upset if he found out it was me replying to him or would he be relieved? I'd been quietly attracted to him all summer long so it wouldn't be impossible that the feeling was mutual. So if I could determine that this hyena was Mister Matthews would I take the hookup and let it go from there, satisfying our baser desires, or would I cautiously confront him about it the next time we talked; maybe break into things a little slower. The latter would imply I wanted to be romantic, though, and I'm not sure that was in the cards for us.

I had to be sure, though. If I wasn't and I broached this subject with him it would be disastrous. Gay babysitter, cocksucking football player, the bad possibilities were limitless.

It wasn't even ten minutes before my email chimed and I saw from the browser popup that it was a reply to the one I'd just sent. Tingles went up my spine as I hurried over to read it.

Nothing fancy, no names. I got this spot, a gloryhole type thing over at Blue Meadows Golf Club. There's a little restroom off of the 2nd hole that nobody ever uses. It locks. If you're interested show up tomorrow before 11:30am. I'll be there at that time on the nose, so be there first and waiting. If you're down, say yes.

My breath felt stuck in my chest as I read, reread, and once again read the response. Two things were for sure. One, this guy had done this before--his response was too calm and neat. Second, Blue Meadows was where Mister Matthews spent half his damn time. It was him, kinky bastard. His pervy desire of anonymity worked in my favor, though. I could help him and myself out with our baser needs and not reveal myself in the process.

"Yes."

*

Sleep and I played a game of hide and seek all night as conflicting thoughts and anticipation coursed through my mind. When I said yes it had seemed pretty obvious, but once my hormone driven desire gave way to reasonable thoughts things got murkier. Even the best case scenario seemed hardly worth the risks involved. I could always just not show up and the whole thing would go away like it'd never happened. Every time I would see Mister Matthews though I'd know what I could have had if it wasn't for cowardice. It was settled, then. For better or worse I would keep my end of the deal.

The alarm I set came fast, all the more so because I never remembered falling asleep. I had my usual cereal and morning internet video watching, but things were on autopilot for me. All I could think about was what I was about to do. I wondered if the bathroom would be clean or dirty, or if I was going to just be giving him a blowjob or if he wanted more. I knew so little about what was going to happen. It was risky, dangerous, stupid, idiotic, and most of all...exciting. Yes, I was amped up for it, which is why all the mental wringing I'd put myself through hadn't stopped me.

I picked out a pair of tight undies and a button up and khakis so I'd blend in with the golf crowd. When I pulled into the parking lot I realized another problem: Mister Matthews would recognize my car if he saw it. I'd just have to hope he didn't. I scanned the area and saw no signs of him or his black SUV, but what if he was there keeping an eye on the bathrooms and saw me go in? If the hyena was really in this for an anonymous thrill he wouldn't watch, I told myself.

The bathroom he mentioned was a small shack near a tree line, off the beaten path. It was kept up nicely inside, with no offensive odors or messes. I eyed the pair of stalls, picked the one closest to the wall, and stared at the obvious hole in the barrier between the two toilets. Surely the golf club would have fixed something like that if anyone had complained. I checked my phone: 11:27. It was quiet in there, with only the sounds of my anxious breathing to keep me company. Those three minutes were agonizing. When it was 11:30 I steeled myself with resolve, waiting for anything. Then there were footsteps outside. The door opened. I could hear my heartbeat pulsing through my big ears as the door closed. The sound of the lock being engaged echoed thunderously through the tiny room. This was it.

"Is that you?" A voice called. I knew that voice, and I knew those ridiculous shoes with the red band on them.

"Mmhmm," I replied, fretting with my paws anxiously. I wanted to speak as little as possible lest he recognize my voice.

"Glad you came, most people chicken out." He took his place in the other stall and I could hear his belt being unbuckled and zipper opening up.

It was rather unceremonious the way he just stuck his cock right through without so much as a word. I stared at it. Mister Matthews was big, and his manhood jutted out from the stall door in a surreal way, as if it was the only part of him that existed. He barely fit, his skin stretched some on the edges of the hole which just made for a nice visual as he thrust forward and back once as if to say 'c'mon now' in that fatherly voice of his.

I curled my fingers around his hot flesh tenderly, getting a sigh of approval from the other side. His scent was exotic, something like normal canine but more...wild. I needed to taste it. My tongue found the bead of pre on his tip and savored the sweet taste for a moment. He wasn't there to be teases, though, and neither was I. My mouth opened wide and I wrapped my lips around his cock; careful to guard him against my oversized bunny teeth up front. As I worked my way down I let my paw go, replacing it with mouth and throat. I have to admit it was difficult to get my nose all the way to the stall wall, but my efforts got me a pulse of pre and a "fuck yeah".

After that I backed up and began to bop my head back and forth, teasing his shaft with my tongue; now and then running it across the slit at his tip which got a shiver and a coo from him. I wanted for all the world to fondle his balls and feel him grab onto my ears and take control of me, but all I had was that shaft. When he started thrusting into my muzzle and I heard his ragged breathing I knew what was coming. Up above me his fingers grasped the top of the stall wall as he let out a whimpery gasp. It felt his cock twitch before I tasted the warm globs of cum that spurted across my tongue and the back of my throat.

Once he was finished I pulled back, nice and slow; milking his bone on the way. I could hear his panting and murmuring and knew I'd done well. My own pants were tented with a telltale damp spot that was going to be difficult to hide and every breath I took carried the aftertaste of his musky load.

"God you're good at that, got me off fast, kid." Mister Matthew's voice was ragged, and I like knowing that I caused that. I'd helped him blow some steam off, and lord knows the guy needed some of that in his life.

That's when the unthinkable happened. My keys, that I'd stupidly stuck in my front shirt pocket, went tumbling onto the tile floor and into his stall when I leaned forward. My keys that had my mini student ID card on them. I wanted to lunge after them, run away, and screech in horror all at the same time. I did none of those things, but stayed frozen on my knees as I heard the jingle of them being picked up and then silence; awful silence.

"Step out of there." Mister Matthew's voice was steady, commanding, impossible to refuse. I willed my nervous legs to stand and opened the stall, stepping out and looking down at the floor. I could feel my paws tremble. The severity of the situation clashed with the smells of sex and the dampness of my muzzle. It was supreme awkwardness.

"Look at me, James." I did as I was told. My mouth moved, trying to make words but nothing came. There he was, looking down at me, his dick still hanging out of his fly and his face full of conflict.

"Did you know?" He posed a simple question, and my head jerked in a nervous nod. "I see," his tones were softening, unlike the rest of him. "Got a thing for dads, James? You been thinking about my cock while you watch my children? Maybe sneak up to my room and sniff my drawers? Is that what this is for you?" He was inching closer to me, making me take small steps back towards the cinderblock wall. I couldn't tell if he was angry or even _more_turned on, and I think the uncertainty was intentional.

"N-no," I stuttered. "I, I don't know. I just...."

"Take your pants off and turn around, I'm not done with you yet."

He was stroking himself calmly back to full life. Before I acquiesced I reached into a pants pocket and handed him a travel size bottle of lube. "Slut," he chuckled. I blushed furiously as my pants hit the ground and my paws found the wall. It was clear what he wanted, and I was in no position to deny him.

"You have no idea how many times I've seeded my own paws at night thinking about that tight ass of yours, bunny boy." The lube bottle opened with a snap and I could hear the slick sound of a cock being pawed with lube. When it stopped I braced for what I was sure was coming, but instead felt a pair of wet fingers proud their way into me. I whimpered and leaned forward a little, relaxing my rear and letting his digits explore me. He didn't have to do that; could have just rammed right into me.

It didn't take much for him to be satisfied that I was loose enough, a tribute to the amount of toying I indulged in, no doubt. His tip slipped in easy enough, and I closed my eyes as he sank deeper; his thicker shaft spreading me out. It burned a little for a few moments, but once he was in it went smooth enough. God he was big, I felt impaled--immobilized by it. My forehead pressed against the hard wall as his cock rubbed against my prostate, making me whimper and squirm. He responded by wrapping a strong arm around me.

"Nnff- you're going to charge half off from now on, for fooling me like this." His words seemed far away. I was in no mindset to think clearly, all I wanted was more of his dick. He didn't need me to answer: he knew I was his.

Mister Matthews started rocking his hips back and forth. Even with the lube, his girth caused enough friction to tug and push me in ways that felt amazing. Jolts of pleasure accompanied every spot his cock touched, and sometimes it hurt a little, but in that good way that bitches like me crave. I tried to grab onto something, but the walls were bare. My face pressed against the cold stone; being shoved harder into it every time he thrust.

The hyena growled lustfully, digging claws into my hips and sides as he speed up. I could feel his balls slapping mine a few times, and became mindful of my own desperate erection that I was powerless to take hold of. Time and time again he hit my spot perfectly, and I could only writhe and whimper as I came; dribbling ropes of my cum onto the floor, belly, and feet as my cock bounced about helplessly.

Maybe my climax made me clench up on him differently, or maybe the scent of it pleased him, but I could tell that it'd done something. His thrusts became more savage and rapid while his muzzle huffed hot air onto my ears and neck. "C-cumming," he gasped as he gripped me tightly. His humping stopped and he held me against the wall, grunting and panting and growling as his cock twitched and spurted deep inside me. His hips twitched a few times, but when he was done he wasted little time in pulling out, making me whimper at the empty feeling.

"God...damn boy."

I didn't move, just stood there on wobbly legs trying to collect myself. He was already getting dressed back up, wiping his cock off with some hand towels.

"Cya Monday, James."