Chilli had gone to work by now. As it neared high noon, it was just me and Bandit. At the time, I didn't know if he had a job or not, but I didn't really care. The only thing I really cared about was that Bandit noticed me, but at the same time I would get all nervous whenever he spoke to me. It was an internal struggle that nobody would know about, but I had been fighting this struggle of awkward horniness for so long, I've grown accustomed to it.

Anyways, I was sat in the dining room of the Heelers' house, just fiddling with my paws, and at times, checking some mundane shit on my phone. Boredom, but nervous boredom, because Bandit was always near. Since he had a wife and kids and all, I didn't know if he would ever reciprocate the same feelings I had for him. I didn't know if he'd be disgusted by my crush on him or not. And since I didn't want said disgust to happen, I didn't wanna tell him anything about that crush.

Wanting to talk to me I guess, Bandit also head towards the dining room and I glanced at him (and possibly his body) as he did. Then, he turned in my direction and looked at me as if he were about to ask something.

Bandit:So, uh, Garth, you want some lunch?

I suppose it was the right time for lunch, and I hadn't eaten breakfast, or really anything today. However, I wasn't exactly hungry either, but wanting to make Bandit happy, I obliged.

Garth: [nod]
Uh yeah, sure.

Bandit: Alright. Well, I s'pose you wouldn't mind, uh, just a sandwich, right mate?

Garth: Nah I wouldn't, uh mind.

After that, Bandit took some things out the refrigerator and started to make the aforementioned sandwich. I stared at him as he was slightly bent over on the counter. Of course, being the horny bastard I was, most of my attention was directed to his ass. It was bigger than mine, and his rather tight shorts left almost nothing to my imagination. Really, all I wanted was for him to sit on my face or something, but that was just a horny, perverse thought. As I kept staring, my breathing sped up slightly, which Bandit must have heard, as he turned his head around.

Bandit: You good, mate?

He said in a slightly joking tone.

Garth: Oh! Uh, uh haha yeah it's nothing, hah.

I responded, my face quickly flushing into a shade of hot pink. Did he really see me stare away at his ass? If he did, then I failed trying to be "sneaky" while peeking at that rear.

Not 100% believing me though, he raised a light-blue eyebrow.

Bandit: You sure? Looks like you saw something that really excited you, right?

That middle-aged canine bastard was reading my mind. He knew my weakness; it was lying. I couldn't lie about it, because when I did, it LOOKED like a lie. Sensing my weakness and vulnerability, he rested himself upon the counter, causing his hips to lean back, exposing more of the ass of his that I treasured.

Garth: Uh um Yeah, I I'm totally sure, hah what makes you think otherwise, huh?

All of my attempts to speak casually had come to naught. Bandit's teasing ways were getting to me, despite how much I wanted them not to. He flashed a grin at me and swung his tail around in a slightly flirtatious way.

Bandit: You know, mate, I'm just sayin' I dunno what exactly you're starin' at back there, but I think I got a clue, hehe.

At this point, I knew that he knew I was gawking at his rear, but since I wanted Bandit to like me and not think of me as a pervert, I continued denying it, despite how much of a lie it was.

Garth: Uhhh Nah I I didn't stare at nothing, haha

Wanting to tease me more, Bandit lightly patted his thigh, which caused it to jiggle a bit, bringing my horniness into overdrive for a few seconds before I regained my composure.

Bandit: If ya say so.

After saying these words, he was finished making my sandwich, and handed it to me on a colorful plate, most likely for one of his kids. The plate was barely large enough to fit the sandwich, so this was most likely an attempt from Bandit to emasculate me, but I didn't care, because I knew how "unmanly" I was.

Bandit: Well, there ya go, mate!

He stared at me with a slight smirk. I responded in the typically awkward fashion.

Garth: Yeah um, thanks for the the kiddy plate, too, hah

Bandit chuckled at my remark.

Bandit: My pleasure! Figured Bingo could spare one of hers for a guest.

He grinned again. I found myself wondering who this new person mentioned was, though, and I wanted to ask him.

Garth: Huh who's "Bingo"?

That question, and the way I said it, made me sound very dumb. But I mean, I WAS curious, and how else was I supposed to quench that flame without asking?

Bandit turned and replied to me casually.

Bandit: Just one of my daughters, mate. She's 4, but gonna be 5 in a few months. Crazy how they grow up, right?

I couldn't really relate, because only a month ago, I was technically a kid myself.

Garth: Right um if I had kids, I'm sure I'd agree, haha

Another little giggle escaped Bandit's black dog lips.

Bandit: Of course, hehe. I assumed you were a bit on the younger side. Actually, I gotta ask; how old are ya, mate?

Garth: Uhh

Before I could respond, he added on.

Bandit: If you tell your age, I'll tell you mine, hehe.

Well, I wasn't opposed to that deal. I wanted to know how old Bandit was, so I could measure how weird it'd be that I was so into him.

Garth: Um I'm 18. Been so for like a few weeks now.

Bandit's eyebrows shot up a little again.

Bandit: Wow, 18, huh? Well aren't you an infant? Hehe. Uh, me? 44 that's not too old, right?

I had actually assumed that he was a little older. Maybe it was because of the graying furs on him, but now that I knew his exact age, he seemed strangely less older to me and more hotter. Just something about the age difference seemed so appealing to me. That was also a part of why I was into Chilli too. Just the idea of being intimate with someone old enough to be your parents, or employer or boss it seemed very taboo, but to me, it was hot as fuck.

Garth: Uh n-no! Not at all, actually, haha. That that's, y'know, quite young, haha

I told him, nervous, but with a hint of flamboyance, as I was slowly beginning to open up to him. He smiled again, pleased by this response.

Bandit: Haha. Well, thanks for the compliment, I s'pose.

A few seconds of silence passed, and it got a little awkward, with me nodding and darting my eyes away from Bandit's gaze. He decided to break this silence by reminding me that it was lunchtime.

Bandit: Psst, mate. Yer food's gettin' cold, hehe.

Garth: Right, right haha of course.

So, I looked down and grabbed the sandwich, and took a bite. It wasn't bad, it tasted alright, but that's because it takes actual effort and time to make a sandwich taste bad on purpose.

As I was chewing, Bandit leaned over the dining table, getting closer to me.

Bandit: So, is it good, Garth? You know I wanted you to have the best lunch possible, hehe.

I nodded as the faintest blush formed on my cheeks.

Garth: Um, yeah it it's good, hah.

I swallowed and continued taking chunks out the sandwich. Bandit replied, letting out some of his "dad-like" goofiness on me.

Bandit: See? Told ya it was gonna be the best bloody sandwich you'd ever have!

I nodded again. His playfulness was making me smile, despite how much I wanted to act "mature"; Bandit's immaturity was rubbing off on me.

Garth: Hah, yeah you looks like you were right, hah.

Bandit chuckled again, and leaned back, away from me. He began to walk out of the dining room, and into the living room, but only after saying:

Bandit: I'll be in the living room if ya need me, mate.

And he walked away, adding a little femininity to his walking, most likely so I could be more attracted to his ass as it moved like it was jello or something. Of course, I did stare with intense interest, and as I looked, he looked back, and winked at me.