Angle's mom dropped him off to me in the evening, and I was excited, anticipating out time alone together. I opened the front door and there stood his mom and the cute 3 year old toddler. His mom was a slim, sleek, snow leopard like her son, wearing sneakers, 3/4 length form-fitting jeans, and a low cut magenta top, both articles hugged her curves and complimented her black spots that peppered her form like freckles. The top showed off her medium-sized breasts nicely. Looking down to her right,  stood her son Angle, he was wearing blue jeans and a red collared shirt. Anna hugged me thanking me for taking care of Angle while she worked the graveyard shift at the local Ford plant. Handing me his diaper bag, she then bent down and hugged and kissed her feline scion and told him to be a good boy. "He's already been fed and changed, that's just his PJ's and extra diapers and kit", she says pointing to the white bag with Sesame street characters on it. Standing again, and reassuring her it was no problem, she shook my hand gratefully and I saw her hurry off, admiring her toned ass and legs as she returned to her beige 2002 Ford Thunderbird and drove out of my driveway, waving at me through the port hole in the car's hard top.​
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As Angle toddled into my living room, his sneakers squeaked on the hardwood. As I looked back, I saw the top of his diaper above his waistband teasing me, so I took this opportunity to start exploring him and seeing how far I could go. Placing the bag on the floor, I called the little boy back and, squatting down, gently squeezed between his legs, seeing he was comfortable with that, I laid him on the floor and undid his little shoes, pulling apart the bow on the red laces and pulling the brown leather shoes off his little feet by the heel of the white sole. His shoes off, I gazed at the beautiful cub below me and my blue/amber eyes shown. I then took it a step further, gently sliding my furred, grey lupine paw down his pants and into his diaper! It felt good to fondle his small, warm furred sheath and nice-sized testicles. Removing my hand, I stand the boy back up and we walk over to my blue, cloth couch and I sit down and spread my muscular, athletic legs. Knowing how dexterous he was at such a young age, I prompt him to grab my fly and pull it. Angle does and giggles at the sound the descending metal makes. With that, I undo my button and fish my shaft and knot out of me boxers.​
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"That's it Angle, just like your bottle". I whisper encouragingly, as the cub tentatively licks my shaft and impressively takes a quarter of my length into his little mouth, mindful of his teeth as he stuffs it in. "Ooh, it feels like your still on that bottle little man". I grunt out, surprised by his suction. Taking the opportunity, I Gently buck my hips into his tiny feline muzzle while resting a clawed, furred hand on the back of the baby's head. I feel my balls tighten, then I start to ejaculate, as I see Angle swallowing for all he's worth. Seconds later, he pulls my thick shaft free of his stretched jaw to pant and catch his breath as well as burp!​ The leopard cub looks so cute when he looks up with his big green eyes and an adult cock stuffed into his impossibly tight muzzle!
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Foreplay over, I carry the little boy up my wood and black iron staircase to the left of my sofa, rubbing his back with my left hand and listening to his diaper as I pat his bum with my right. Reaching the second floor, I walk through the second door on my left through the bathroom and into my bedroom. Lying Angle in the middle of the bed, I quickly run down and retrieve his diaper bag, and run back up. As he stares up at me and giggles, I grasp his zipper, as I pull it down, I'm reminded of some old song lyrics: "gently parting the teeth, one at a time, the longest unzipping of my life!" After pulling his jeans off, I duck into the bathroom and grab a towel and place him on top of it. Grasping the tapes with my finger and thumb, the adhesive strands break in a medium pitch coming apart that never gets old! Before I start, I run the bath and let the water cool while I continue "entertaining".​
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Angle's diaper open, I gently masturbate him exposing the barbed flesh before taking him gently into my muzzle and sucking him while he giggles and coos! I then swipe a pillow off my bed and roll the cub onto it face down, bending his knees to his chest so his now naked ass is angled towards me. I admire him in that inviting position while I retrieve my penis again, then grabbing his cheeks, I spread them and line up for insertion. As I push my way in, his tightness feels amazing, his struggles and moans only make getting in more exciting. As I push in, I feel something tear and a warm liquid, accompanied by Angle's sudden shriek, wailing, and thrashing. I gently hold the kid down by the back of his head and stroke his soft fur, muffling as well as reassuring him. Since I'm in as far as I can go, I focus on breeding! With his knees spread-his open diaper between them-and his wagging tail up and out of the way, I continue rutting for all I'm worth! Grunting and slamming, 5, 10, 15, minutes elapses before I feel a tingle in my shaft and a tightening in my balls and my semen starts to flow!...Angle's muffled cries come out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I'm reminded of another old lyric "Do you want it in the back, with your face in the pillow, so you can yell as loud as you want to". When I'm finished,  I slowly pull out, seeing the cause of the previous feeling, bright, red, blood on the tip of my shaft. I roll Angle over and let my semen-mixed with his blood-flow out of him and onto the open diaper. He looks spent, with red around his green eyes as he pants. I grab both his ankles and lift his legs, exposing his balls and ass again. Grabbing some wipes from his bag, I clean up my mess, then I proceed to gently slide my right index finger into his anus and massage his little, undeveloped prostate. He moans and pants as I play with him internally. ​
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Finally, I remove my finger, pick him up by the waist and carry him over to the tub, gently placing him in the warm water, I wash him as he laughs and splashes. Angle all cleaned up, I dry him off with the towel he was just on and re-diaper him, enjoying the sounds of the material crinkle and rustle. Just before I tape him up, I take the opportunity to suck him again while massaging his nipples with my fingers in a circular motion, as I do this, I watch his gentle, relaxed breathing. I also admire how his teal coat and white belly fur contrast against the maroon towel. I dress him, he looks cute In his orange pajamas with white stars on them. I then put the cub to bed and play Forza Horizon 3. ​