Chapter 1

"Are we there yet?" Kyle whined.

Greg shot his son 'the look' in the rear view mirror. Kyle and David both saw the glare and began to giggle. Richie, (who had the prized seat of 'shotgun') looked back at his two little brothers and stifled a giggle himself.

"Five minutes closer than when you last asked, Kyle." Greg said with amused sarcasm.
They hadn't been driving too long. Only about an hour and a half. But to the pair of over energetic raccoon cubs in the back seat, the journey had already taken a bazillion, jillion years.

On this particular Friday night, Greg Mathis and the boys had loaded up the family SUV and headed out to Woodcock Falls for a small weekend getaway. It was mid October, and the tree foliage was absolutely beautiful. Greg wished he could've stopped the car to take a couple of pictures, but he figured there would be plenty of time for that on the way back on Sunday. As they drove, he pointed out particularly spectacular trees to his boys. Some trees were so red they looked like frozen fireworks.
Right now, he just wanted to get to their destination before the cubs behind him spontaneously combusted.

Their destination was the home of a certain Mr. Michael Robert McRopus. Mikey had become very close friends with Richie during their time at summer camp and they had been in constant communication with each other since their departure. Once Mikey and Richie had talked to their respective daddies about a visit, it was only a matter of finding the right time for one. The weekend of October 15th seemed perfect. Caitlyn would be off visiting her friends, the boys didn't have any obligations, he didn't have any and neither did the McRopuses.
And now, here they were. All together in the car, driving two hours out of town to go stay with some folks he hardly knew.

Greg, Tag and Iyu had talked a little on webcam, both the kangaroos seemed nice enough and their boy Mikey was very cute. He was pretty sure the weekend would go okay, but he was more than a bit anxious. He plugged the aux cable into his stereo and hit play on his music app.

"Shooting stars never stop... Even when they reach the top." the car's speakers sang...

The car's headlights lit up an oncoming roadsign reading, "Welcome to Woodcock Pocket!"

"Thanks Woodcock Pocket. I feel welcome." He looked over at Richie, who looked up at his father, grinning happily.

"Eeee! I'm so excited! I'm so excited!" He kicked his legs and bounced happily in the passenger seat. Greg scratched his boy's leg affectionately.

"Slow your roll, sweetheart." He smiled "Still have half an hour to go."

Both of the boys in the back seat groaned in misery.
Greg reached back for either David or Kyle's foot with the intent to tickle said foot mercilessly.

"Eeeeee! No daddy! No tickles!"

Aha! It was Kyle's! He was surprised when his pawpads sunk into a very soft, wooly sock on the child's footpaw.

"I thought you boys were all naked under that blanket back there?" Greg said amusedly.

"We are daddy!" Kyle and David chirped in unison. "Jinx!" they both said at the exact same time and erupted into giggles.

"What's with the socks, Kyle?"

Richie looked up at his Dad, he rolled his eyes, smiled with amusement and explained, "It's like Mikey's number one super fetish. He's got this thing for really soft, cute socks. His dad Iyu does too. Mikey had a pair for every day at camp. Sometimes themed ones on special nights!!"

"Huh." Greg nodded. He furrowed his brow thoughtfully.

"It's weird... it's like super specific. They have to be like, fuzzy, wooly socks and not super gross or dirty or anything."

"Huh." Greg said again, oddly fascinated. Then he shrugged, "Sounds harmless enough."

Kyle added, "Yeah! Yesterday, Richie and Mikey were on the webcam and Richie had a huge pile of our socks on his desk an' he kept holding up diff'rent ones for the camera. Mikey kept saying Yep! Nope. nope. nope. Yep!" The little raccoon giggled. "They kept going till we had a bunch!"

Richie giggled and nodded, he lifted his right foot, settling it on his right knee. He lifted the cuff of his jeans, showing his Dad his ankle. It was clad in a fuzzy red sock puffing out above his sneakers.

"I wearing fuffy socks too, Daddy!" David held up a striped foot proudly, wiggling his pudgy toes into the back of Greg's arm to get his attention.

"I see!" Greg reached back an tickled his youngest one's outstretched foot. David shrieked with delight! "Well gee whiz guys!" Greg said, and pretended to pout. "I feel left out."

"Don't worry. I'm sure Mr. McRopus has a pair of socks you can wear, Dad." Richie giggled.

"We'll see sweetheart." He smiled at over at Richie.

As Greg took the turn off for Woodcock Falls, his GPS switched to night mode.

"You're a long way from home. Welcome to the Pleasuredome." The song advised.

Chapter 2

The car rolled up to the kangaroos' tree at about 7:05 pm. It was deep in the woods and seemed quite remote out here. Perfect. No prying eyes, no suspicions. All three boys gasped in genuine surprise when they saw the McRopus home.

"Wow!" The boys all gaped as they marveled at the size of the tree. Greg was a little shocked as well. He thought to himself, 'How in the hell did Iyu pay for this on a teacher's salary? And his husband's a 'shaman'? Riiiight. Shaman my ass. Drug dealer is more likely.'

Greg parked the car and opened the back to get the overnight bag out. Richie helped Kyle and David get their shoes on, not bothering to tie their laces. And all four of them headed up to the front door.

Tag opened it before Greg could knock.

"Hello! Hello!" Tag towered in the door. He stepped aside and gestured with a paw and a big smile. "Welcome to our home, Boys!"

The Mathis clan greeted him back and entered the house. Tag shook Greg's paw vigorously. "You must be Greg! Pleasure to finally meet ya mate!"

"Nice to meet you too!" Greg answered, a bit flabbergasted. They were all feeling a tad sleepy from the road and the boisterous 'roo had woken them all up instantly. He was larger than life. He shook Greg's paw, tussled Richie's mop of fluffy head fur and swept up David and Kyle into his muscular arms in one fluid motion. The cubs' eyes were wide as saucers as the big boomer gathered them under their naked butts and lifted them to his sides. Their striped tails flowed beneath them, and their half-removed shoes fell down to the floor with soft *thumps*.

"And you must be David and Kyle! What li'l beauties!" Tag kissed each of them on the cheek. Kyle and David adored him instantly.

Mikey smiled and got off the couch. He politely shook paws with Mr. Mathis. He gave Richie the Troop 314 salute, and then they both ran and hopped to each other, embracing, giggling and kissing. The joey was naked except for his socks, just like Richie's younger brothers. He started to help Richie with removing his clothes. Planting his muzzle deep into the raccoon boy's red socked paws immediately after pulling off his sneakers. Richie obliged the joey, fluffing up his socks on the carpet, and lying on his back, lifting his fuzzy socked feet up for his friend.

Tag, still carrying a coon boy on either arm, pointed towards the kitchen.

"That there is Iyu. My spouse and your chef of honor this evening."

"Hi everyone!" The Gray Kangaroo waved a spoon and smiled from the kitchen. He was in the midst of preparing eggplant parmesan, creamy mashed potatoes and buttery green beans. "I'll be done here in a second, and then I'll properly greet you all." The smells from the kitchen started Greg's stomach growling.

Tag put down Kyle and David, and they immediately ran over to their older brother Richie and copied him, lifting their own socked feet for the joey. Mikey cooed in delight as two new pairs of socked feet joined Richie's red ones. Mikey sniffed and kissed and cuddled the boys' paws to his face. The coon boys snuggled together as they showed off their socks to their new friend.

Tag smirked and gestured behind him with a thumb. "That li'l sock maniac over there is me son, Bobbers... I mean Michael."

Greg smiled as he took a good look at Mikey. Even with six fuzzy little paws in his face, the macropod was very charming and cute. He was looking forward to proper introductions and perhaps some one on one time with the little kangaroo later. Those buns looked pretty hard to resist.

"Helluva place you've got here Tag... I've never seen a treehouse this big before!" Greg marveled at the living room and adjoining kitchen.

"Yeah! It's Iyu's folks' place. Had it since... the seventies? I think?" Tag responded back. Iyu nodded in confirmation. "They passed it over to him and they're livin' down in Florida now."

'Aha', Greg thought. 'Minor mystery solved.'

"Can I get I get you a Vic's, mate? Maybe a glass of wine?"

"Vic's?" Greg inquired.

"Uh.. VB.... Beer?" Tag tried to clarify.

"Oh. No thank you Tag. I'll have some wine with dinner though." Greg answered politely.

*POP* Iyu had already popped the cork and set the last of the food down on the table. He walked over to the group, wiping his hands dry. The boys were engaged in some kind of sock nuzzling game, taking turns planting their muzzles into each other's fluffy toes. He paused and rubbed his own socked foot on the top of Mikey's head.

"Come on you lucky li'l bugger." Iyu chuckled. "It's time for us to eat. We'll all play later."

Iyu had a slender frame in contrast to Tag's thick and solid body. His voice was slightly effeminate. He shook paws with Greg, welcomed him, and invited them all to sit down at the table.

Any apprehensions that Greg had about the weekend were washed away over dinner. His hosts were incredibly sweet and genial and the food was absolutely delicious. Asking questions over the meal, Greg got to know Tag, Mikey and Iyu a little bit better. The three kangaroos learned more about him and his boys in return.

A few minutes of scarfing down surprisingly good vegetarian food and halfway through his second glass of wine, Greg felt significantly looser and much more comfortable. He sat back and swirled the wine in his glass

"So how are going to do this?" He said. "We going to set up cameras in the living room behind me?"

Iyu smiled at Mikey and Richie knowingly.

"We set up our play area upstairs, Mr. Mathis!" Mikey said with a wink. David and Kyle sensed the secrecy between the three, and it instantly filled them with a burning curiosity. Tag just forked green beans into his muzzle, oblivious to the conspiratorial looks. Greg was more than a little curious as well. He looked at Richie.

"Oh?" Greg decided that he didn't like things being kept from him either. "What's upstairs?"

"Yeah! What's up?" Kyle piped up through a muzzle half full of eggplant.

Richie smiled at his dad and winked at him as well. Almost consolingly, he placed his red, socked footpaw atop his Dad's knee. "Mikey told me about it a couple days ago."  His eyes flicked from Greg, to Kyle and David, and then back to His father. "It's a surprise."

"Well then, let's all eat up so we can all get playing together that much faster." Greg smiled at everyone. He gave Richie a gentle hurt look. He didn't like details being kept from him when it involved his family. Richie sensed this and rubbed his foot over his dad's thigh under the table.

"Trust me Dad. It's gonna be super cool."

Chapter 3

"well, holy fucking shit." Greg said under his breath as he walked up out of the stairwell and stepped aside for the others.

Kyle and little David were next up the stairs.

"WOOOOAAAH!!!" The coon cubs boggled and gasped upon seeing the room. Their looks of wonder turning quickly into broad smiles. Richie and Mikey held hands as they went up the stairs. Mikey squeezed Richie's paw as he heard the little brothers' reaction. They knew that it would blow their minds.

Built into the attic space of the oak tree, the playroom was huge and expansive. Yellow plastic crawltubes coiled and wound around the room. Slides connected down to floors below and into other parts of the room. At the base of the crawltunnels' supports was a very large pit of plastic balls. The place looked like a Peter Possum's Pizza without the ticket games.

"Daddy!!? Can we go play?!?" Kyle bounced on his toes.

"Pwease, Daddy!?!" David squeaked desperately.

"Uh... Of course! Go right ahead!" Greg gestured to the play area. Wanting a second to take in what he was seeing.

"Wait just a minute boys!" Tag's commanding voice stopped the coon cubs in their tracks. They turned around and looked at him in surprise.

"Do you all have socks on?" He pointed to the little sign next to the ballpit requesting all participants be sock clad before playing on the equipment. Comical, considering the boys were clad in absolutely nothing else but socks.

Kyle and David exasperatedly showed the boomer their socked feet with wry smiles on their muzzles.

"Very well then." Tag's smile twinkled. " Carry on."

Mikey and Richie joined the two inside, following the smaller boys up a ramp into the knot of plastic tubing. The adults could hear shuffling and thumping from inside as the boys explored the pipes with joyful eagerness.

"This is amazing, guys." Greg marveled at the upstairs expanse. He saw that there were two Nikon cameras set up on tripods near the carpeted floor in front of the ballpit. Multiple cushions were on the floor, set up on the carpeted area as well. He shook his head in disbelief. "How did you?!?"

"Gotta blame Iyu for this one." Tag said proudly. "We planned it out together for Mikey and his friends, but Iyu had the whole thing built while I was on my Walkabout." Tag threw an arm around his husband.

"I have a friend who manages a Peter Possum's. He helped me put the thing all together. Got us the playground pretty cheap." Iyu divulged.

"Yeah..." Greg replied. "But how did you get it all up here?"

"Piece by piece." Iyu shrugged. "I had lots of help. We know a lot of other dads and moms who are like us, who wanted a private place to play with their kids." Iyu smiled. "Now that we're all friends, we'll definitely be inviting you to one of our big get-togethers."

"I'd like that a lot." Greg smiled.

Tag rooted around in a basket next to a ramp. "Here Greg, catch!" Greg caught the object and unrolled it. It was a pair of orange and white striped rugby socks. Very thick, very wooly and soft to the touch. Greg saw that the basket was full of fluffy socks, mittens, gloves and other items. Probably meant for folks who came to the party 'underdressed'. 

"If you want to make quick friends with my boy, just slip those on and watch his reaction." Tag laughed a bit and affectionately rubbed Greg's shoulder. Greg chuckled and shrugged. He sat down on one of the cushions and began to pull the long striped socks onto his feet and up his calves.

"Dad!!!" Richie's excited little voice called to him from a mesh-net up above the floor. "They have an arcade downstairs!!!"

"We'll have plenty of time to check all of that out this weekend! Gather your brothers, Sweetie. It's show time!"

"Come on down Bobbers! Playtime!" Tag called up.

The adults got the tripods and cameras adjusted as they listened to the frantic patter of paws. The Mathis boys followed Mikey down the slide and they all rode down together, giggling and whooping happily as they touched down in the ball pit, spraying an assortment of colored spheres in every direction.

They all clambered out of the ball pit. Mikey smiled and bit his lip as he saw one of his favorite pairs of socks on Mr. Mathis. Tag would always put them on whenever he wanted to get Mikey all hot and bothered and ready to go. They were like an aphrodisiac for the young cub.

Mikey hopped over to the poof cushion Greg was sitting on and bounced on his socked tippy-toes, arms behind his back, his joey cock bobbing with stiff excitement. "May I, Mr. Mathis?" The question quavered in his throat as he asked it. The joey's eyes looked playful and full of mischief

“Well, it'd be really rude of me to say no, wouldn't it?” Greg chortled.

Chapter 4

Mikey giggled excitedly and nuzzled up against Greg's socked feet, giving a happy little churr and a small shiver before he nudged the adult's legs apart. Greg was more than happy to oblige the hyperactive joey, even petting his head as he felt the little kangaroo cub's muzzle slide down. Greg's body immediately jolted up as the boy's tongue connected with his sheath, immediately coaxing some of his cock out, prodding at the boy's tongue.

“G-god, this kid's a natural...” Greg huffed.

Iyu chuckled and leaned against the cushion, smirking at the adult raccoon's comment. “I should hope so. He had a good teacher.”

“Hope you weren't referring to yourself there!” Tag said teasingly.

The more feminine kangaroo rolled his eyes as he watched his and Tag's son slip his muzzle around Greg's quickly hardening cock. Tag felt a poke at his leg and looked down. The three Mathis kids, all hard already, were staring up at him.

“Didn't forget about us, did you?” Richie asked, shooting a wink at the adult.

Tag let out a chuckle and scooped Richie up in his arms. “A'course I didn't, Rich!”

Richie giggled in his arms and bopped the massive adult's nose. The roo smirked and turned towards his husband. “I know you prefer younger ones, Iyu. Kyle and David are yours, if ya can handle 'em.” He teased.

Iyu chuckled slightly and sat down, his clothes coming off with haste. “I teach Kindergarten. I can handle anything" Was his reply.

Tag smirked and plopped down, pulling Richie with him. The roo leaned over and took a deep whiff from Richie's socks, nuzzling the boy's padded feet.

“Nobody was forcin' ya do to this... but we're glad ya did.” Tag told the raccoon cub.

Richie gave the adult a lick and wiggled in his lap. “We wanted to make a good first impression!”

Tag grinned and reached down, grabbing onto Richie's raccoon-hood, curling his fingers around it and giving it a squeeze as he started to glide his paw along. “I'd say you succeeded.”

Richie giggled and pushed his rump against Tag's lap, making the roo's cock grind against the boy's cheeks. Tag huffed and wrapped his arms around Richie.

“You don't want to waste any time... do you?” He asked.

“I'm already naked, so of course not!” Richie replied.

Tag laughed and ruffled the boy's already perpetually messy hair as he glanced back over to his own son. Mikey's muzzle was rapidly bobbing along Greg's member, making it appear rock solid. Greg's paws were resting atop Mikey's head, the adult raccoon's hips noticeably rocking up against the boy's muzzle. Greg had noticed that the joey's moans and oral enthusiasm would increase whenever he rubbed his socks over his little partner's.

“Bobbers, why not take Mr. Mathis for a ride?” His father asked.

The young roo made sure to slowly pry his mouth from Greg's cock, making the adult let out a quivering gasp. Mikey giggled and motioned up at Greg.

“Lemme! Lemme!” The boy pleaded.

Greg huffed and reached down, scooping the roo up in his arms. “I can't say no to this cutie.”

Mikey laughed and reached up, planting a big kiss right on Greg's lips. Greg was slightly taken aback by this, but smirked and set the boy on his lap, the adult's thick shaft grinding between Mikey's young and supple cheeks.

“Not gonna be too big for you, am I?” Greg playfully teased.

Mikey laughed and pushed his paws against Greg's chest, the adult raccoon laying back for the young marsupial.

“Nope!” He said excitedly.

With that quick exclamation, the kangaroo cub reached behind him, making sure he was properly aligned, and... huffed as he started to slid himself onto Greg's length. The raccoon was a bit thicker than he was expecting, but the little cub still barely did more than wince and bit his lip as he slid down. Greg let out a sharp gasp and reached out, hugging onto Mikey, hugging the young roo, helping him to sit.

“G-good boy... so tight...” Greg huffed out.

Mikey blushed, a combination of the compliment from Greg and the feeling of his thick cock buried deep in him. The young boy pressed his mitted hands against the adult's chest as he managed his way down. Greg smiled gave a gentle push up with his hips, pushing the rest of it in. Greg couldn't help but lean forward to whisper in the boy's ear.

“If these socks get you this excited, I wonder what else will.”

The marsupial let out a small squeak and blushed even more intensely. Tag chuckled at his son before turning back to pet his own target of sensual affection on the head.

“My little Mikey really loves your dad~.” Tag said, smirking. “And I'm lovin' you too, Rich.”

At this point, Richie's upper body was spread over another cushion. His legs were being held up by Tag, who had his roo cock plunged into Richie's tailhole. The adult kangaroo's hips were grinding against the boy's rear as he made small thrusts into the boy. Richie was a bit younger than Mikey, so Tag was taking his time getting acquainted with the new playmate.

Richie, meanwhile, was doing his part, and wiggling around on the couch. The studded piercing on Tag's roohood was a new adjustment for Richie, and it felt cold as it slid through his body. The cold didn't last long though, and the stud made the little raccoon squirm even more as Tag's dick slid through him.

“Y-you're incredible! Mr. McRopus!” Richie called out.

Tag chuckled a bit and pet the boy's head, ruffling the raccoon's already messy hair. “P-please... mfff... call me Tag...”

Richie huffed and smiled, nodding in response. He giggled and pressed his body back, making his rump grind back against the adult roo. Tag gasped a bit and and let out a small chuckle. He reached down and grabbed onto Richie's cubhood with his thick paw, taking the young boy's stiffy in his palm and squeezing it, firmly rubbing up on it.

Then there was Iyu, with Kyle and David. The middle child of the Mathis cubs was snuggled up in the gray kangaroo's lap, pawing at the adult's body as Iyu had his cock buried deep into the 6 year old's tight hole. The silver-haired cub shivered and whimpered while he got the adult's member pushing into him. Unlike his father, Iyu's length was slender, and a bit longer, meaning that Iyu was able to get into his under-developed body much easier than Greg was.

“You're doin' great, kiddo.” Iyu whispered into Kyle's ear.

“Th-thanks, Mr. Iyu... but what about my brother?” Kyle asked.

The two of them looked down, to where the youngest Mathis child, David was sitting. The red-haired raccoon with brown stripes instead of black was kneeling between Iyu's legs. The toddler was sucking on the adult's sack, rolling those roo balls around in his mouth.

“Heh... he's about... nnnff... a-as young as Mikey was... when we started doing this with him...” Iyu huffed, barely able to speak between moans. “But you're d-dad said he isn't ready yet.”

Kyle grinned coyly and ground himself down on Iyu's lap. “I am though!”

The gray kangaroo chuckled and hugged the raccoon close. “Y-yes you sure are...”

David squirmed a bit while he continued to suckle on Iyu's balls. Iyu saw him down there and got an idea. He motioned one of his socked feet over, pressing it against David's young raccoon-hood. The toddler gasped and let go of the adult's balls, letting out a sharp, excitedly squeal. Iyu laughed a bit and continued to rub the foot against the toddler's member.

“So cute... think you can keep going?” Iyu asked.

David nodded quickly, fidgeting around. “Yeah I can!”

Iyu chucked and winked at David. “Good boy.”

The toddler smiled wide and resumed his sucking and slurping on that furry purse. Iyu let out a low moan as he started to speed up into Kyle, making the other raccoon in his charge shiver, closing his eyes tight. The gray marsupial rubbed his current target of affection's tummy while he thrusted, a successful effort to the make the boy more comfortable.

The atmosphere in the room caught up to Mikey. The boy's hips started to move faster, more erratically. Greg had a pretty good feeling what that meant, and started to rock his hips up, to meet the boy's thrusts.

“You're close... aren't ya?” Greg asked.

“Y-y-yeah!” Mikey whimpered out, the kangaroo cub's mouth hanging open after he said that.

Greg huffed and reached up, rubbing Mikey's cheek tenderly. “So am I... you're amazing...”

Mikey blushed heavily and squeaked, nuzzling up against Greg's mitten-covered paw. The kangaroo wanted to make the best first impression possible for the patriarch of his new friend's father, and it seemed he was! Mikey's little cocklet was throbbing from the swelling feelings overflowing in his body. The little roo could barely handle it anymore. Any second now, he knew it, and he was sure Greg knew it too.

The domino effect began with him.

“Ahh!!! M-Mr. Mathis!” The little roo called out.

“Me too, Mikey!” Greg responded.

Both participants moaned loudly, in unison, as their orgasms hit at the same time. Mikey shot a few small spurts of cum onto Greg's chest, the little roo's entire body spasming. Greg grit his teeth and pulled Mikey into a deep hug as he dumped his load up Mikey's hole, cock spasming with each shot of cum that let loose; spurt after spurt shooting up the roo boy.

Tag was jackhammering himself into Richie, his hips moving in a rapid tempo, eager to fill the raccoon with the reward of his efforts. His paw, covered in a wool glove, continued to squeeze and glide along Richie's raccoon-hood.

“Sounds like Bobbers and your dad just finished...” Tag huffed. “I think... I'm about to join them.”

Richie whined and squirmed under the older adult, his rounded ears pressed against his head, his paws grabbing at the cushion under him. His face was a dark shade of crimson, the blush penetrating through the black “mask” fur around his eyes.

“P-please, Tag... give me...” Richie whimpered out.

Tag grinned and pressed his free paw to the cushion. With heavy panting, he made a few last set of thrusts; rapid, hard, and deep. He tried his best to stay quiet... but the shuddering gasp he gave with his final thrust betrayed him. He shot his load deep into the raccoon, feeling his cock get soaked with his own seed as it splashed into Richie.

The raccoon cub gasped as he felt Tag's load unleash. His body felt warmer, and that made him feel better... eager for his own release. Tag saw this in his eyes and, while still pushing his load into the raccoon, rapidly, eagerly, jerked the boy off. Richie squealed and squirmed around, at the adult's mercy.

“T-TAG!!” the boy called out. His body lurched up, and he felt himself tense up, his cubhood throb. Tag watched as Richie shot a few spurts of raccoon spunk onto his body. Tag smiled down at the boy and pet his hair as they rode out their orgasms.

That left the threesome.

Iyu rolled his hips up against Kyle's body firmly, smacking up on it as his cock thrust through the boy's hole. Kyle's eyes were closed, and he was leaning back, his body pressed against Iyu's chest, his mouth hanging open as he was lost to pure ecstasy, no longer even able to make words. The gray kangaroo huffed and gently nudged David, the toddler looking up.

“H-hey... help me finish your brother.” Iyu requested.

David giggled and nodded. He stood up and wiped some drool from his mouth. The youngest child then slipped his muzzle over his bother's cocklet, the sudden feeling of it making Kyle jolt and squeak. Iyu smiled warmly and returned his foot to David's stiffy, rubbing up on it firmly.

The silver-haired raccoon in the middle of it all, age and the current sexual positioning, couldn't handle getting such feelings from both ends. He let out a very load moan and grabbed onto Iyu's arm as he hit his limit. Unlike Richie and Mikey, Kyle was not yet able to produce cum of any volume, so his cubhood just twitched in his brother's mouth.

“Good boy...” Iyu commented, rubbing Kyle's belly. He looked down at David and smirked. “One to go.”

David squeaked and released his brother's member from his mouth, humping up against Iyu's foot as it worked him. “M-m-mistah McWopus, eeeee!!”

Jackpot. David fell onto his butt as his orgasm rocked him too. Being even younger than Kyle, at five years old, he definitely couldn't produce anything, but Iyu didn't mind. For him, seeing a young boy shiver in the happy feelings of an orgasm was enough for him. He chuckled and nuzzled Kyle's cheek.

“Ok, you and your brother are done... ready for me now?” He asked Kyle.

Kyle could barely speak after his orgasm. He gave a weak nod in reply. Iyu huffed and held Kyle close, muzzles cheek to cheek as he made a few last thrusts into Kyle. With a quick moan, he smacked himself against Kyle, lifting the boy up slightly as he filled the boy with his thick, warm cream, still rolling his hips as he came, making sure Kyle got as much as he could give.

It took roughly a minute for all the acoustics to die down as everyone's orgasms ended. What were left were a bunch of adults and cubs panting heavily in afterglow.

“Heh... I told ya...” Tag said, “slip those socks on, and my boy will instantly take to ya.”

Greg chuckled weakly and ruffled Mikey's headfur. “I can safely say the feeling's mutual...”

Mikey giggled a bit and gave Greg a kiss on the nose. The adult raccoon looked a bit surprised from the gesture, but quickly returned it.

“So, Mikey... how was my dad?” Richie asked curiously, smiling.

“I loved it...” Mikey giggled, “How were my daddies?”

“Incredible...” Richie replied.

“Amazing...” Kyle added.

“Now now, I'm still in the room boys...” Greg replied.

Everyone shared a laugh at that. Tag pulled out of Richie and stretched, his load leaking out of the raccoon.

“Hot damn... that was some of the hottest stuff we've done up here.” He said.

“Was it now?” Iyu interjected. “Maybe we should show them our game then.”

If a cartoon setting, that would be the moment “?” bubbles appeared over the raccoons' heads.

“Game?” The Mathis clan asked, all at once.

Tag smirked at the reply. “You'll see, maybe. Still got the whole weekend after all. Now let's go get cleaned up.”