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~ Jazpyr ~

I lightly bobbed my head to the music coming in through one of the earbuds wrapped around my ear as I pushed another row of carts into the building. Last night was still fresh in my mind, replaying the events over and over again and never once did I get sick of remembering every little detail. This morning, I woke up in the wolf's muscular arms, a feeling of bliss and protection in Alex's embrace. It was the first night in many years I didn't have a nightmare. Not about random stuff going wrong, or about deep dark childhood fears, or, most importantly, Blake. I didn't dream at all. I was truly at rest.

After we had gotten up and showered (together), Alex took me to breakfast before he dropped me off back at home so I could get ready for work, promising me that he'd call me when he could. There were other, more intimate, moments during our morning rituals, like how the wolf kissed me as soon as he woke, or how he slipped in more than a few 'accidental' touches during our shower, but the most important thing that I held onto was his promise of calling me later.

Now, at this point, you must think I'm the most hypocritical person in existence. First, I promised myself that I swore off meeting drunk men ever since Blake. Then I turned Alex down by saying I didn't do one nighters, only to then I proceed to fuck him, completely expecting last night to be a one time deal. I claimed that I didn't have feelings for him, that last night was just to get what I wanted. Then... why does my heart stop when I think of his promise to call me? It doesn't make sense to me. He should be content (and so should I). He got to bang the guy from the bar. He should be going back to work, sharing the story of putting another 'trophy' on the shelf (if he was that kinda guy) and moving on with his merry life.

So, why promise to call me? Does he think that this will be a regular thing? And why do I get a feeling of giddiness at the prospect?

Regardless of how I feel, only time will really tell, so I don't waste my time by fretting about it. Instead, I do my job, happily recounting the night before. People around work seem to notice my demeanor as well. When I walked in earlier to clock in, Melissa made a comment of how I 'woke up on the right side of the bed.' I wonder if she knows how accurate that statement was. Kevin also noticed, saying I looked chipper than normal and I playfully chided him by asking him what I normally looked like. I got a few more comments throughout the day because I know a lot of the cashiers and supervisors even though I work outside, and when they ask why, I just tell them then I got a good night's sleep. A really good night's sleep.

But that's not the only thing different about me today. Ever since I woke up this morning, I've had this fire in my loins that refuses to go away. All day today, I've been fighting off random erections and waves of lust I'd get whenever I passed someone I found even a little attractive. I knew this would happen once I opened the floodgates and slept with Alex. I just didn't know I'd be this goddamn horny. But I fight it off and don't let it show. I've been holding my urges back for my entire life and this was nothing compared to puberty.

Alyssa, on the other hand, knew something was up and wouldn't leave me alone. She had come out to sit in the designated smoking area outside (where us lot boys hangout when we aren't grabbing carts) during her smoke break to grill me about why I seem so happy (and fidgety thanks to my hormones), sitting at the picnic table we had set up in the corner of the small pavilion attached to the side of the building. "I've known you for over a year now and I've never seen you smile longer than two seconds!" She claimed, pointing her vape mod at me. "So spill! Tell me why you've been acting weird. It's starting to creep me out."

I laugh, fixing the fluorescent green reflective vest I wore around my shoulders. "I just feel good today, that's all." I say, casually tugging my shirt lower over my hips to hide the bulge that refused to leave.

"Jazpyr, just tell me." She said, dropping her fake voice to speak seriously. She hates it when I keep her out of the loop, but she doesn't realize that I'm not telling her for her own good.

"Don't worry about it. It's nothing serious." I say, turning my head to avoid her eyes.

"Come on! I tell you everything! Something obviously good happened last night! Why aren't you telling me?"

Coming up with excuses was exhausting, and I was starting to get annoyed with her persistence as this little game has been going on for about ten minutes straight. "Because," I say, dropping my own light voice. "You don't want to know."

I tell Alyssa a lot about myself, not everything, but a lot. With just saying that she didn't want to know, she should have been able to figure it out. But Alyssa doesn't think before she speaks... "Yes I do!"

I sighed. "I went out on a date last night."

Alyssa's small ears perked a bit, but otherwise she didn't move for a moment, letting the words sink in and leaving an awkward silence before she finally spoke. "That's it? Why didn't you want to tell me that?"

"Because that's not it." I said, crossing my arms and looking at her eyes again. "I went back to his place and stayed the night." I say, stressing the word 'his'. Alyssa knows I'm bi, but I've always had a stronger attraction to males rather than females. The white ermine had always (and not so secretly) been hoping that she'd be the acception.

If the last silence was awkward, this one was twice as worse. Alyssa didn't say anything or move an inch, just looked back into my eyes, searching to see if there was even a small hint that I was lying or joking. I remained serious, staring back at her equally.

"You had sex?" She asked in a small whisper. "With who?"

"Some guy I met when we went out to Big Bar a few nights ago. A black wolf."

Now Alyssa moved a bit, shuffling in her seat as her brows furrowed a bit. "You had sex with someone you hardly know?" She asked haughtily. "Why would you do that?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Jazpyr, you're virginity is a special thing! Why would you just give it out to just anyone and not me?" She asked, getting uncomfortably loud, as we were outside as customers were coming and going. "You know me and you can trust me! Why would you just throw something as important as your first time to a stranger?!"

As much as I hate to admit it, Alyssa was right. Well, half right. I've always held on to my virginity under the belief that it was something special, something to give to someone you truly loved. I don't love Alex, and he's hardly anything more than an acquaintance, but it's because that I hardly know him that I decided to sleep with him. I've grown tired of waiting for someone to fall in love with while simultaneously pushing away anyone that actually wants to give me their love. I've been at war with myself for too long, and sleeping with the wolf seemed like a good way to at least call a cease fire within myself.

However, Alyssa was also wrong. While a part of me does believe that virginity is a sacred thing, there's also another part of me that realizes it's futility. I could find someone that I loved, had had my first time with them, and that would have been great, but there would be no guarantee that we would stay together. Then I would just feel heartbroken and betrayed, a feeling I'm far too familiar with and tired of.

"Oh my God, Alyssa!" I said angrily, snarling her name in a harsh low voice. "This HAS to stop! What I do with my virginity is none of your business, and I've told you a THOUSAND times, you and me are NOT happening! I'm tired of turning you down every fucking day, telling you over and over that it's not happening. I'm not even the one hurting you anymore. That's all on you!" I huffed, seeing the tears starting to form in the ermines eyes. I sighed, rubbing my fingers along the bridge of my nose. "Alyssa, I have my reasons for not wanting to be with you, and while you might think you deserve to know, the reality of it is that 'no' should have been all the reason I ever needed to give in the first place. I love you, but if you can't get over the fact that we are nothing more than friends, I think it'd be best to just stay away from each other."

Good God, that was hard. I've been exceedingly patient with Alyssa, but the fact that I can't even have the opportunity to meet someone or have casual sex without it getting in the way of our friendship is just too much. There was a few other points I didn't bring up as well, like how, deep down, she already knows that we'd never be together with the evidence being how Alyssa is kind of a slut. Or how, even though she's 'in love with me' she's gone through at least four boyfriends since the day we met. Or how she tells me how she and some guy or girl had sex.

But despite how hard it was to say, it desperately needed to be said. I've tolerated her assault of feeling for far too long, and perhaps I'm partially to blame for not doing this sooner.

Alyssa cried, of course. She never did have a good grasp on her emotions, but in the end, she nodded and said, "You're right. I'm sorry."

I sigh as I move next to where she's sitting and put and arm around her shoulder. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so mean about it." That was a bit of a lie. Me being mean about it was most likely the only way for it to get through to her, but for the sake of politeness, it was a lie I was willing to tell. "So, we good?" I ask, letting her calm down a bit.

She nods and hugs my waist tightly from where she's sitting. "Yeah, I'll stop trying to get with you." She paused before saying, "But I'm still gonna say dirty things about your dick..."

I laughed, patting her back a few times. "I'm not showing you my dick." Though, said dick was begging otherwise.

"Awh come on! I won't touch it, I just wanna see!" She said, trying to regain her chery voice, only coming out as wet-nosed croaks.

"Hell no."

~*~

After I was done at Sam's Club, I had job number two to take care of. It was around four pm when I got to my next place of employment; an old cathedral school that had closed down a few years ago. My boss, a small time local caterer had rented out the kitchen here and is currently where we held our base of operation. Before this, we worked from the kitchen at the dorm (the same place where I work my third job), but due to that kitchen being so small and confined, my boss, Ms. Greene, managed to get a pretty good deal with the people who own our new kitchen. Apparently, the people who run this place are fan's of Ms. Greene's food, so if she pays a small fee along with occasionally providing food for a few events, they let her use not only the kitchen, but also the adjoining gymnasium that had been converted it into an event room. It was a good deal.

I'll be completely honest; I hate this job. Hours are super weird, sometimes I'll work once to twice a week, other times I won't have any work for a month or more. That's the main reason why I have multiple jobs. I've been working for Ms. Greene ever since I was old enough to work. She was the first person to hire me, and throughout the years, we've forged a boss/employee friendship, but it wasn't always like that. When I was first hired, I was actually pretty bad at everything, I messed up a lot of recipes, spilled pots and pans of food, accidentally threw out foods that were supposed to be used, and so on. Ms. Greene, understandably, was not happy with my performance. But with enough time and practice, I slowly started getting better and better, even working my way up from kitchen helper, to catering assistant, becoming Ms. Greene's right hand and getting multiple raises.

Then why do I hate this job? Well, you see, as much as I love Ms. Greene and respect her, I absolutely hate working for her. She's unorganized, takes on too many jobs, over works me sometimes, and even a little emotionally unstable. She has a hard time dealing with stress and tends to lash out when things get hard, and I'm usually the reciprocant. Once I became her assistant, I tried my best to make her life a little easier by taking calls, planning events, delivering orders, making reminder notes and ingredient lists for her, but it was never enough. I guess she though, because I was shouldering half of the weight (the weight that she makes), she could push a little harder to try and get more business, thus, creating more work for me.

I can't tell you how many all nighters I've had to pull just trying to clean up her messes (figuratively and literally) when I had to work at another job the next day. But I'm not the only one who loses out on sleep. Ms. Greene does too, which only make her more grouchy and makes my life that much more difficult.

I love Mr. Greene as a friend and a mentor, but I absolutely loathe working for her. I could sit here and bitch about it until the sun goes down, but in all honesty, it's not the worst thing in the world. Maybe that's just my years of getting used to it speaking, but I've heard horror stories from the cashier's at Sam's Club on how shitty some of the customers can be, and I'd rather deal with a tired, grouchy, unorganized mess that is my boss than a shitty entitled customer who will wind up getting whatever they want anyways.

When I get inside the kitchen, I find that no one is here. Ms. Greene isn't anywhere to be found and, even though we only have two other employees, neither of them were here either. I set my car keys on the long metal table next to the door and pull out my phone to check and see if I read my schedule wrong, or if Ms. Greene messaged me to tell me to either do something, or that the schedule had changed. Not that she'd actually remember to message me anyways. If the schedule had changed, she would forget to tell me not to come in, and then when I did show up not knowing I could have some time off, she'd just say "Oh well since you're here..." and I'd get trapped into doing some pointless work that could be done when it actually needs to be.

I check my phone and find that I have no new messages, none from Ms. Greene and, now that I think about it, none from Alex. He said he'd call me later, so... why hasn't he? I shake my head. 'Later' could mean anything. It could mean later today, or in a few days. Besides, I tell myself, I got what I wanted. It doesn't matter if he messages me or not.

Still... It'd be nice to hear from him... Plus, seeing him just to satiate these persistent urges would be beneficial as well.

I sigh and put my phone away and begin wandering around the kitchen. Ms. Greene will sometimes leave notes for me with a list of things to do while she's away, the only problem being is that those little notes could be anywhere; on the counter, on her little work desk in the corner, once I even found one in the refrigerator, apparently put there by my boss who forgot about it, then proceeded to yell at me because nothing on the list got done as if it was my fault. Pretty sure I almost quit right then and there, but then again, I've been having those thoughts for years now.

Eventually, I found a pink piece of paper with Ms. Greene's near illegible handwriting scrawled over it.

Bo, The note started using my old nickname. I've told her a thousand times that I hate that nickname, but she either never remembers of just doesn't listen and I'm way past caring anyways. I'll be out until late tonight, probably won't be back until around 10. I need you to prepare the fruit salad, cajun salad, 25 italian club sandwiches, 10 beirute sandwitches, and 15 parisien sandwiches for tomorrow's lunch order. Also, I need you to boil the chicken and cut it up into small two inch pieces for me to use later. If you're done before I return, be sure to wash and put away the dishes, wipe down all the counters and stove, and sweep and mop the floor.

Thanks so much!

P.S. Feel free to make yourself a sandwich. There's pop in the fridge too.

G <3

I sighed. Tonight was going to be a long night...

~ Alex ~

I wish I was able to spend more time with Jazpyr this morning, but unfortunately duty calls for both of us. I was hoping to get a quicky in this morning before we had to get up and get ready, but I woke up before he did and he looked so peaceful while sleeping, I just couldn't bear to wake him. I should have though, so we could get some fooling around in. I know I sound like a sex crazed lunatic right now, but the sex wouldn't be for my benefit... well, yes it would, but there's a bigger problem than my horniness. The problem is that last night was Jazpyr's first time, and Jazpyr is a canine. Canine's are generally more horny than most other species, and now that the fox has got a taste of what he's been missing, he's going to start craving it like he was going into heat. If we had gone at it this morning, it probably would tie him off for at least for a little while before he starts to feel that need rise. I'm not saying it's not manageable or impossible to ignore, it's just really hard to do so at first.

When I first lost my virginity and got a taste for sex, there wasn't a bipedal around that I wouldn't try to fuck. That's kind of how I became a bit of a hounddog through high school and college until I started chilling out. It took a while, but eventually I calmed down and, while sex has never been scarce for me, I certainly have more self control than I used to.

But I lost my virginity back in high school. Jazpyr is a full grown adult male. Sooner or later, that sex drive is going to hit him like a truck. And I want to be there when it does.

~ * ~

Work is busy today, and it will be for the next few days as we near the end of our deadline. For the most part, my job is pretty much done. All of the accounts have been set up, ballenced, and opened, ready to go at a moments notice. All of the records are in order and all that's left is to actually start making and spending money, which I won't have to worry about until the monthly reports come in next month.

However, just because my work is done doesn't mean that everyone else's is. For the first half of the day until around 2pm I'm running around with the pencil pushers, trying to get everything in order only to find that half of the documents are completely wrong. So I spend around four hours trying to fix everything and filing them properly, warning the kid who messed it up to keep better track of the paperwork and that I would let him off easy because it didn't do too much damage and all it did was create a little extra work. I may not technically be his boss, but being the son of the owner of the company means that it wouldn't be too difficult for me to fire him. After that, there was a small meeting between the bosses, supervisors, team leads and myself. Most of it was boring nonsense about not yet receiving the ordered equipment, which documents should go where, and what to do with the extra supplies we got because someone was a little gung-ho and bought too much.

Towards the end of the meeting, we went over the plans for having a small party for once our deadline was up and everything was complete. It wouldn't be anything extravagant, just a small get together in the office with food and alcohol. I was charged with finding a caterer and supplying the drinks, which wouldn't be hard because I knew plenty of caterer's and most of them have been a personal chef for me and my family at some point in my life. Drinks was easy too. Sodas, wine, champagne and beer were easy enough to find and it's not like they had to be high-quality, so that made it even easier.

I felt things were pretty well taken care of by the time 8:30pm had rolled around and decided to go back to the hotel. I practically collapsed on my bed when I got there and didn't even bother taking my clothes off as I was finally able to relax, drowsiness of sleep weighing my eyelids down. I would have fallen asleep too if I didn't have a phone call to make. I pulled out my phone and turned it on.

~ Jazpyr ~

The ringing of my phone startles me out of my work-induced mechanical trance. I dropped the knife I was using to cut the sandwich bread with and tugged of the vinyl gloves I wore before digging my phone out of my pocket. I didn't even realize I was hoping for the caller to be Alex when I saw the screen and felt my heart sink as I saw the caller ID read Grinch the Greene.

I sighed and considered putting my phone down, pretending as if I hadn't heard it. I was so close to being done, just had a few dishes and the floor to clean before I was home free and it was only 8:52 pm. If Ms. Greene was calling, that only meant one thing; more work.

But I know Ms. Greene. She'll just keep calling and calling and when I finally do answer, she'll yell at me for keeping my phone on silent... again.

Begrudgingly preparing myself, I tap the green circle on the screen and bring the phone up to my ear. "Hello, Ms. Greene." I say cheerfully, trying to hide any traces of disdain that might have bled through my face and into my voice.

"Bo!" Ms. Greene practically shouts through receiver, making my ear flatten at the volume and the use of my old nickname. "We just got a request for this wednesday night! It's a big one and I need you to be there for it. I know you said that you hated doing events but this one is really important and I trust you the most."

"But, I work at the dorm this wednesday night." I say. I do hate doing events. There are far too many people and I have to force a smile the whole time that makes my muzzle hurt, not to mention being polite and kissing ass.

"That's fine, the event doesn't start until 9pm, and if you could call off so you could get to the school to help prepare stuff, that would be awesome." She says without missing a beat.

Calling off my easy dorm job for this shitty, stressful, high steaks, job. Hell no. "I can't call off, but I guess I'll try to be here as soon as I get out." I say, hating myself for caving with every single word. I could tell her no. I could say that I already told her I wouldn't do events (which I have told her many times before) and I would be fine. She'd be upset but she wouldn't fire me. She'd never fire me because I'm the best employee she's had and the only employee that has stuck with her for more than a year. She needs me more than I need her.

And she knows it.

But I'm too fucking nice to tell her where to shove it, which is why she gets away with treating me like shit sometimes.

"Great!" She beams. "Be sure to clean up nicely and wear the uniform. And cut your cheek ruff, it's getting too shaggy and it doesn't look professional." Now she's pushing it.

"I'm not cutting my fur." I say dryly.

"Bo, I told you, this is a big event." She said in a warning voice. The voice that she uses before she starts yelling.

"And I told you that I was done doing events." I countered. "Do you want my help or not?"

She sighed. "Yeah, you're right. But don't forget the uniform."

"Sure thing."

I could cut my fur, it was getting rather rugged looking. But when it comes to Ms. Greene, sometimes I have to fight with her in order to keep her in check, otherwise she'll start going on a tangent and before I know, my fur would be back to its original fur colour and perfectly trimmed. Plus I just wanted to give her a hard time as a small revenge for all the hard times she's put me through.

She told me that she'd be out even longer to run to whatever grocery store was open this late for ingredients for the event. Once I hung up, I went back to finishing my own work.

Or, at least I tried.

The ever-burning fire between my legs wouldn't go away and was getting worse. It got to the point where I was grinding my groin against the end of the work table I was working, just to feel anything other the pain of erection neglect. I was unfocused, finding myself replaying last night's events over and over again like this morning, and imagining Alex here with me now, kneeling under the table to deal with my meat while I dealt with the sandwich meat.

Once I finally finished the last sandwich and all 50 sandwiches were covered on a platter and in the fridge, I took off my work apron and headed out of the kitchen, walking briskly towards the bathroom.

I locked the door behind me (not that anyone else was here) and unbuttoned my pants as I sat down on the closed toilet seat. The plastic lid of the toilet was cold under my bare rear, but the heat between my legs more than made up for it. I peeled back the flesh of my sheath with one paw and used the other to grip my ebony growing shaft, silently sighing in pleasure as my nerves sang their joy at the attention. I gave it a few tugs drawing the rest of my member from it's fleshy home and receiving a few juts of pre from the tip. I pulled up my shirt to my chest so it wouldn't get messy and began pumping away, using my free paw to pinch and flick a few of the nipples that ran along my chest and abdomen.

With every pinch and twist I did, a new wave of electric pleasure ran through my body, bouncing off my insides and landing in the growing pool of need in my crotch, further fueling the blaze. Another jet of pre shot out from my tip, landing on my stomach as my knot began to swell. With how horny I was, I knew this wouldn't last long. I ran my fingers down my stomach and across my hip, lighting the nerves with the contact as I traced my way down. I reached down to grip the tightening furry pouch that dangled between my thighs. I gave my balls a light squeeze, feeling my body tense in response.

I suppressed a groan as my cock shouted out with glee, finally getting the attention it had been demanding all day. In my mind, Alex was here with me, running his massive wolf paws all over my body as he hungrily gazed down on me. I tightened my grip on my cock, envisioning the wolf straddling my waist as he slowly lowered himself onto my hips. I thrusted into my imaginary wolf, my paws would grip his powerful, muscular thighs as he rode me. He would clench his rear around me, making it tighter as I humped up into him and I would hear him groan in pleasure, much like the one I stuffle in my throat. My paws would travel upwards to his hips, squeezing the hard muscle there before they moved up to his hard stomach. My fingers would dig through the coarse midnight-black fur, finding all six of the nipples hidden underneath as I make my way towards the last two protruding on his thick pectorals.

My knot is fully swollen, slamming itself against imaginary Alex's entrance, threatening to force its way in to lock us together. I stroke myself harder, losing myself in my imagination as I see myself fucking the wolf's perfectly muscular ass. My cock throbs and balls draw up toward my body. I would grab Alex's hips hard, claws digging into him as I would make one final push, sending my knot into his rear's tight embrace. I'd feel his accepting warmth as I came, feeling my own seed splash against my stomach and chest and imagining it as the wolf's in my mind as he reached his own climax and came on me.

I road out my orgasm, squeezing my knot as I bucked into my own paw and gave it a few tugs, further simulating my fantasy of being locked in the wolf. I bit my lip as I tried not to moan, only letting pleasured gasps and sighs escape my throat. Coming was like letting the flood gates swing open and wash over that fire that had been plaguing me all day, cooling it and reducing it to a pleasant warmth that sat in the pit of my stomach.

With my balls finally emptied, I slouched onto the toilet seat as my imaginary wolf disappeared from my mind. I panted, covered in my own spunk and let my limp member go, feeling it plop down wetly on my drenched stomach.

I sigh, exhausted from the long work day and self indulgent session. Looks like dishes aren't the only thing I'll have to clean tonight.