FSE

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Silas walked through the back alleys of the city, talking the long route towards his newest source of income. The rent for his cheap apartment was nearing and selling weed had only got him so far. Just a bit more and he would be in the clear.

In times like these the toned gray rat would just venture out to the seedier part of town. There was always someone willing to pay big bucks to have their wants fulfilled. He passed by shops for gambling, stripclubs, and more than a few bars. Having grown up in this area, Silas knew how to navigate and get things done. They always said that experience was the best way to learn, but the rodent picked up his tricks by watching others.

He didn't drink, smoke anything other than weed, and he never considered doing any hard drugs. But he witnessed the effects it had on others. It was something that he could use. After all that's what these places were for; in exchange for some quick cash someone had to give something. Time, labor, product...

Turning another corner brought Silas into the alley of some kind of abandoned warehouse. It was cluttered with old junk that was likely tossed to clear the building out. Piles of garbage bags and warped cardboard boxes that he had to constantly step around. This was the place they agreed to meet in the chat, looking back at the screen of his phone confirmed it.

"There you are. Right on time."

Waiting for him was a raccoon, sitting on an old trash bin. He was already nude save for a green, dingy jacket with the sleeves clearly torn off. On top of his head was a backwards baseball cap and around his neck was a "golden" chain, exposing it's true value by the patches of dark worn metal underneath. In his hands was a bottle, it was empty and Silas had to guess it was just downed by the way that the raccoon was looking back at him, with glazed eyes and a goofy smile.

"Terrance, right?" Silas asked, looking the stranger up and down with his red eyes.

"Shh, shh..." The drunkard paused for a moment to hiccup. "Just call me T."

"Alright, T. You have the money right?"

With a nod and some digs into his jacket pocket, T quickly handed him a wad of money. Even a passing glance showed that this was much more than they agreed over text, but the rat certainly wasn't going to turn it down. He was quick to snatch the money up, stuffing into his own pocket. In the raccoon's state, it would have been easy to just turn tail and leave him there, he was in no state to navigate around all the trash that surrounded them on both ends of the alley.

But Silas held himself to a higher status. Just enough to be called a decent person but that was good enough in his eyes. He took transactions seriously and if he was honest with himself, there was something exciting about sucking off a plaster raccoon that had his legs spread over the edge of an old trash can. At least it wasn't in use, the only smell around was the stale odors of bags and boxes, and that of the raccoon's own body, carrying a natural hint of musk.

With a shrug of his shoulder, Silas followed through on his end, gripping the semi hard shaft and pumping it in his paw. Immediately, T titled his head back and moaned out. The shaft was already pulsing and getting hard against his palm. It wasn't expected to see it actually thickening quite a bit, but it was nothing that the street rat couldn't work with.

Drawing his lips over his tongue, he placed his furless hands on the sitting mammal's thighs. Looking up at his patron, a slow lick was given, from the balls all the way up to the tip. A wave of satisfaction came as he felt the other male shudder. Going all the way with it, he then wrapped his lips, sinking his mouth down on the shaft.

"Oh, fuck..." T groaned, gripping the edge of the bin for support. "Y-you're really good at this..."

Smirking with pride around the hard rod in his mouth, Silas went ahead with pulling his mouth upwards, teasing the underside with his tongue the whole time. He was actually enjoying the thickness that filled his muzzle and the slight taste of sweat on his tongue.

One of the raccoon's paws had moved from the bin to the back of his head, pushing his head back down with some surprising strength, even bringing a bit of a sting as untamed claws pressed his scruff skin. But Silas didn't mind, it only made things all the same excited. His cock was hard and tenting his pants.

This was just supposed to be a quick blowie, but one of his hands had eased from those rough furred thighs and was pulling down his ripped pants enough to expose his cock. Not missing a beat, his head bobbed up and down while his hand stroked at his dick at the same pace, giving them both pleasure to feel.

"Yeah...Fuckin' t-tight...!" T bared his teeth as his cock was suddenly engulfed by the rat's throat. That feeling and the heavy buzz from hard liquor was making his head spin. It only took a few rubs of cock against those flexing walls for him to start drooling, his eyes rolling while his tail bristled and twitched. In a total state of bliss he let Silas take control, save for his hand still gripping the rodent's scruff, pushing him down and pulling him back up again.

Muffled moans were coming from the sucking male as his cock was starting to throb he was close and he could tell that T was as well. It was time to wrap this all up. Gripping and squeezing his shaft, Silas jerked himself off harder and faster while working his tongue and throat at the same.

It only took two bobs of his head for the raccoon to groan out, shooting his hot, musky load down his throat. Silas accepted it with a purr-like rumble of pleasure, feeling himself being pushed over the edge, marking the trash bin in ropes of his own rodent seed.

When it was all said and done, he pulled off and licked his lips of the rather tasty seed, smirking as he saw the raccoon now already lying down on the lid, panting heavily as was riding out the pleasure.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Silas told him. While walking away, he make sure to block T. No doubt the raccoon would be trying to contact him when he realized a whole 300 bucks was missing instead of the 40 they agreed on. And with him being nearly too drunk to hold himself upright, there was no way that T would remember what he even looked like.

Just like that, rent was taken care of, with much more to spare...