Sebastian panted loudly as he shot the last of his boy cum into his paws. He brought the pool of steamy jizz to his muzzle and passionately lapped it up, all while keeping his gaze fixed upon the object of his desire. Through the window of his darkened room and across the street, the kitty had his eyes locked on to his neighbor, Mr. Morris. Mr. Morris was walking around his room, wearing a towel that was not only draped too loosely, but was too short as well. The kitten figured that the wife must’ve forgotten to do laundry again and that this was all that the dog could find. Not that Sebastian was complaining. Mr. Morris was in the middle of an evening shower when a phone call had forced him to cut it short. For the last half hour, the adult canine absent-mindedly paced his room while on a seemingly important call, unaware of the young eyes that were scanning his body. Every inch of the dog’s body was perfection: chiseled face, big and defined musculature, and a flaccid bulge that was the envy of many. Of course, the kitty had never seen Mr. Morris’ actual cock, though he spent many nights pleasuring himself to the thought of it. Drinking up the last bit of cum, Sebastian (or Sebby as he prefers) ached with carnal desire at the thought of drinking the dog’s seed. Then just for a moment, his heart and cock jumped. Mr. Morris seemed to be glancing towards the youth's direction, as if he was able to distinguish the boy’s figure in the darkened room. Mr. Morris shook his head and disappeared from the window, only to reappear in passing wearing pajama bottoms. He turned off the room light and headed downstairs. Sebby let out a soft sigh.

“Sebby! Dinner is ready!” his mother announced. The boy dried his paws and dripping cock with his undies, then put them on along with a pair of pants. After making sure his dick had settled down, he made his way downstairs to dinner.

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Mr. Morris paced around deep in concentration. “Yeah, yeah. O- Okay! Look, don’t worry about it, I’ll fix it. Yeah, goodnight.” One of his partners for the group project at work made a mistake but doesn’t know what went wrong. With the approaching deadline, Mr. Morris figured he himself would handle it as opposed to letting his partner continue working and solving the mistake personally. He ended the call and threw the phone wearily onto the bed. He’d been pacing around so angrily for so long his fur was mostly dry by now. The dog looked out the window, becoming aware that he might have been in full view of a passerby. “Nah,” he thought. This was a good, quiet neighborhood. As he was about to take off the towel, he thought he saw something in his neighbor’s window. He peered through the window, facing him was a room whose lights weren’t on. “Nothing...? It couldn’t be… ah, forget it. That room belongs to the son. He wouldn’t look in here. Plus he wouldn’t sit in the dark…” Mr. Morris stepped out of view from the window to drop the towel and put on a pair of pajama bottoms, just to be safe. He walked towards the door, exiting for dinner.