A lil idea shared between a friend, of a bunny golfer with a sun visor.
With a mind of fury, and handy golfballs, his name is Marshell Stomps. And he's set to shoot the grumpiest hole-in-one!
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Oswald Stomps is a bit of a spoiled kid, son of Marshell Stomps. Marshell's only son, he received a lot of affection and attention growing up, and was enrolled into the same Country Club as his father, taught to play golf when he was just a teenager. He was older now, and his body was changing. This was something that his dad noticed, in particular when his son would don lighter and lighter clothes. Being a dad of a rather traditional family, he wasn't super comfortable or confident about approaching his son about his sexuality, but he had his suspicions.
He would not be the only one to notice, either. An irregularity to the Country Club, Joel Johansson would regularly deliver food to the members of the club who weren't seduced by the club's fancy food available. Oswald was one of them, and he'd regularly order Mexican food or Hamburgers whenever he came to the club with his dad.
What was more of a regularity, would be Marshell's arguments whenever the Joel showed up with a delivery, throwing complaints about anything between delivery time and the presentation of his food which would be gently rattled on the back of Joel's motorcycle. Oswald would admittedly find the bickering pretty fun, as his dad would pick on the most meaningless details, which Joel would argue back with similar gusto. There was however the issue of Joel sometimes taking alot of time returning from the club, which he'd blame on Marshell's tendency to pick a fight. But that wasn't the whole truth, as Joel would sometimes catch Oswald's eye. And whenever Oswald's back was turned, Joel would find himself staring a bit lower down on the bunny.
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Joel wasn't the most confident when it came to actual romance. Oswald was a first in a long time for Joel to catch legitimate feelings for, aside from lust. Perhaps fortunate for him, Oswald seemed to be even more inexperienced in romance than him, but Joel's words were sweet enough to allure him.
Hidden from the one watching pair of eyes, Joel practically threw himself on Oswald, showering him with kisses. Kisses which were answered in kind as the bunny would whimper, but clutch onto the dog. Even if Marshell would call for Oswald, under the impression that the boy was still finishing his set of holes, he would be blissfully unaware that meters away, his son was digging his hands in under the delivery boy's shirt, all while having their lips locked together. Even if one ear would rise at attention upon the name calling, his body refused to respond, overdriven with raging libido upon getting his first kiss—and what a kiss it was.
For Joel, his mind was going into overdrive with lustful voices screaming their wants for the direction of the situation. But regardless of how lax Joel could be, he wasn't about to undress the bunny right there. He was, however, dying to get a feel of what he might get to handle in the future.
