Plans are made (Tarin 2)
The characters represented in this story are completely fictional. Any resemblance at all to the mannerisms of real life people is completely and totally co-incidental. Tarin is copy write to me and should you wish to use him in a story please ask permission and I will most likely say yes as well as give you more information on him. Also if anyone would like to draw me a picture of him based on a description please let me know.
The following story contains male masturbation and tail insertion If this is not what you would like to read then please do not read further. You have been warned.
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(Wednesday) Plans are made, Part Two
I drive around for a bit, playing the last few hours over in my head, trying to remind myself that it did happen. Of course my slightly sore tail hole was a very good reminder. Finally I found my way back to the interstate and started home. I could not stop thinking about Francis though. His eyes, the way they looked at me. His body, the way it moved. His tail, so full and soft. His cock, so large yet gentle. I needed to find a way to see him again, I just had to.
I arrive at my place about 45 minutes later. It is an apartment, though a decent size. I get out of my car and get my briefcase from the trunk. After closing it I make my way up the stairs to my door. It takes me a bit to search for my keys, but finding them I unlock the door and enter. Placing my case near the door and my keys on the stand as I have done as long as I can remember.
I make my way to my room, as I do I take out my cell phone and flip it open, seeing that I have messages and wondering why I never heard it ring. I dial star eight six, and check my voice mail. It turns out it was one of my friends. A female mouse named Margarette, she like many other only wants to be friends. At least this is what her friends tell me, I am to nervous about it to ask her myself. Many the lone nights have been spent thinking about her and her small, hot body. She is only about 4 foot 9.
When I arrive at my room I undress and fold my clothes up and lay them on my dresser, having need of them in the morning. I lay in bed and set my alarm for 6 am, hoping I will hear it so I will not be late for work. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep, thinking about my evening with francis. I am sure I fell asleep fully erect, but I can't be sure. The next thing I know I hear the annoying beep of my alarm. I roll over and smack the button, thankful that it is still 6 and I hadn't slept though it like in the past.
I slowly get out of bed and stagger towards the bathroom to get the water going. Once it is nice and hot I get in, purring softly as the water wakes me up. As I remember the last time I was in the shower and the reason behind it my mind wanders back to my activities with Francis. Without thought my hand begins to paw at my sheathed member, drawing it out of hiding in no time. I rub and squeeze just the tip gently coaxing it to become erect and throbbing. I get a thought and curl my tail, aiming it at the tight hole just under it. I'm not sure if it will work, but I will try anything at least once.
I slowly apply pressure, expecting it to just move and not be able to penetrate, but I forget that as my knees get week when it slides in a few inches. As this happens my cock twitches and dribbles pre. I wonder how much I can get in and slowly slide more of it inside of myself. After another inch or two I can no longer stand and drop to my hands and knees, the water streaming onto my back. I shut my eyes and slide more into my intestines, very surprised that it hasn't hurt at all yet, but then again it is much thinner and pliable then Francis's cock that was in there last night.
After about fourteen of fifteen inches I decide that is enough and start to withdraw is slowly before pressing it back it. I continues to do so, picking up the pace, enjoying every minute. I do not know why I never thought of this before now. Finally I reach my hand up to grab my cock to pull at it, but all it takes is for me to touch it and I begin roar quietly, if there is a quiet, as I begin to shoot my load. A bit hits my chin, but most hit's the floor and I watch it swirl around in circles before disappearing down the drain. Still weak in the knees I manage to get up and wash my cream from my face. I finish my shower and get out, drying off, and using my special comb to straighten my fur. Doing it my hand, or tongue I should say, works a bit better and looks a lot better, but it also takes at least 4 times as long to do.
I walk back to my bedroom and put on clean undergarments, guiding my tail though the hole in my boxers. Then I get dressed and head to the kitchen for some eggs and some coffee, though after my activities in the shower I don't really need it at the moment, I think I might later. I still have the drive to work. I work for a large software company, in the programming division. I find it hard to believe that most other that I work with know very little about their job, or programming for that matter.
When I finish my food I get my things together and get in the car. I pull out of my space and exit the complex, heading for the interstate. It takes me the normal hour or so to arrive at work, early like I try to be. I get out of my care, bringing my things and head inside. I am buzzed in and the few people I know wave and make small talk. It must have been last night or this mornings activities, but they all comment that I seem happy to be here. As I make it to my cubical I start working. Just before I am to take my lunch break I get a memo on the messenger service the company uses to pass information out. It informs me that the president will be in on Friday to discuss the new openings. There are vice president, assistant director, assistant manager, and program leader for the programming division.
I make a face as I wonder who the new boss will me. My last was fired the day I started. He was a prick that was stealing software ideas in hopes of starting his own projects with it. The company is pressing charges and he might end up in prison for it. As I read on they get to the list of candidates. Chad Minerton, Nicole Drugast, Paulie Smith, George Walts, Sarah McMikey, Jill Guilden, and the last name surprises me.... Tarin Armokenshious. It is a bit more surprising to me that they spelled my last night right then anything else. It turns out that we will each propose our ideas for each position open and we will be placed in the one that fit's the most. There are four positions and six candidates, which means at least three of us will get shot down.
Judging by the others in my own department I wonder what the rest are like. Feel as if I might have a shot at this. For the rest of the day I push myself, skipping my lunch and other breaks to finish the rest of the weeks work. Today is Wednesday, the proposals have to be ready on Friday. This way I can work at them here, where I have all of my things. I finish up a bit late, around six o'clock and I pack my things, heading to my car. I Already have hundreds of ideas for my proposal. They heave mentioned that are looking to create the newest age of games... I have just the idea.
I get home and find that there is a message on my home phone. I press the play button and walk to the kitchen, expecting it to be either Tammy of Kelli, they are always trying to get me to got o clubs with them. It is just not my scene, I just get a headache. My breath comes short and I run back to the machine as the voce starts to playback.
"Tarin... This is Francis. I hope you don't mind me tracking you down. I have friends in a few places that were able to help me. I told them it was very important. I was just wondering if you would like to get together again.. . I really enjoyed last night. I feel as though we really connected in the short time we were together, but maybe it is just me. I will be at the same place you met me at about eight oclock."
My mind wanders, I was so glad that he had called that I almost didn't hear the last bit which were the address of the bar. Before I went to my room I printed up directions to the bar from the addresss of my job and then I retires to my room. I lay in my bed and with his voice fresh in my mind I began to stroke my cock. One hand manipulated the tip of the rod while the other cupped and fondled my balls. Soon I was erect and wrapped one hand around it and began to jerk it slowly. Each time my hand slid to the tip my breathing would ger a bit faster. Soon I could feel myself on the verge and I stopped, wanting to save all I had for Francis. I pulled the covers over my head, set my alarm, and went to sleep. All the while dreaming about how good my night could be, knowing it would be just that.
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That's all folks, sorry it is so short, and solo, but I needed to get myself to the next step. I am hoping to make a small series with tarin here, trying my best to keep them all at least a bit yiffy. Please post your comments on the idea of a series and your thoughts on it so far in the feedback forum for the story.