Dirty Talk: After Hours
#2 of Dirty Talk
Dirty Talk: After Hours
I'm assuming you didn't read that last story. So to fill in the blanks: I'm a buff fox, Roy is my boyfriend who works at the rec, and I think Roy is adorable and he makes me murr and purr and all that happy crap. Great. Recap over.
I got to the loading dock of the rec center well enough. Anyone wearing their exercise clothes by themselves looks like a fucking idiot. Never you mind the fact that it was 1 A.M. I gave the door a knock with my black paws, knowing that it would open.
Roy stuck his long-muzzled face through the door and said, "It don't want to do this anymore. This is retarded. What if we get caught dude?"
"Relax," I tried to say comfortingly, "We've been planning this for days! You said it yourself! There is no guard, no staff is here after 11, and the only cameras are on the outside which is why I am coming, and we will leave, through the door that doesn't have a security camera on it."
"What if-"
"Don't worry about it, alright? The place is empty. It's the weekend so the entire campus is a fucking ghost-town. Our butts are covered Roy."
"Okay," he said, "Okay. You're right. Just don't turn any lights on. Oh, and wipe down the equipment that you use."
"Alright Roy. This'll be fun so just relax okay?"
The grey-furred coyote sucked in a deep breath. I guess Roy really does care about his campus job. That makes him a rarity.
"Okay, cool," he said, "Let's do this."
He was acting like we were doing a bank heist, but something tells me that the consequences for two dumb college kids running around the rec dafter it closes will be less than dire. Oh, and did I mention that I was planning on fucking Roy that night? Because that's like... the highlight of this story. It's the part where we fuck. It's coming up.
We ran up the steps to the fourth floor. That's where they shove all the old exercise equipment and have the track above the basket ball courts. Roy and I had agreed beforehand that we wouldn't get caught, but if we did, we would rather it not be with anything expensive and potentially stealable.
So we get to the fourth floor to run the track for a minute so we can warm up. Roy was running, I on the other hand, was watching his ass and swaying tail so you could say I was little distracted.
We finished that, which is good because I'm not that into cardio. That's more Roy's thing. The only kind of cardio I like is the kind where I'm fucking his tail-hole and knotting his tight ass. May have mentioned that before, but I just wanted to get that clear.
We went to the chin-up bars and I banged out a few to show Roy how to do them. I watched him try a few, and after about seven, he really started to strain himself. He had to take a break, but he did make it to ten. Watching him tense up and breathe all heavy like that was pretty hot.
Anyway, we both went to our respective things after that. I worked on my back and legs while Roy used a rowing machine. I watched him every once in a while, and Roy just does not run out of steam. I mean, I can lift 200 pounds maybe five times on a good day. Whoopti-fucking-doo. Roy can just run. And he can run until he feels like not running anymore like he's fucking Forrest Gump. That is cool.
While I was in la-la land, I felt something grab hold of my balls. If exercise machines did that, most of America would not have a weight problem. I looked down to see Roy rubbing my crotch with his tongue stinking out of his mouth like a goof.
This is a great turn of events, as people who want to have sex are more fun to have sex with.
"Let's run again to cool down," I suggested.
Roy, who isn't tired at all, thinks this is a great idea. He has no clue what I've got planned for him. That makes this part awesome. By the way, THIS IS THE PART WITH THE SEX.
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We only get through one lap before I politely tackle Roy. I considerer bear-hugging him to trap his arms to his sides and easing him to the floor a "polite tackle". To make myself not sound like a complete asshole, I would like to mention the Roy likes it when I cuss and treat him like a cock-cozy. He's into that for some reason.
"You fucking slut," I hiss, "You were trying to make me cum in my shorts while I was on that thing."
"No I wasn't. You know I would rather swallow it."
"Oh yeah?" We'll have time for that later. But, your hot little fingers almost did make me cum. So now I have to teach you a lesson."
I grabbed Roy's hands and brought them behind his back. Since he had nothing to support his front, he had to rest his head on the track. I held his thumbs together with my left hand while I roughly rubbed his crouch with my right.
Since I was bent over him "doggy-style", and since we're both technically "doggies", I found the fact that I was pretending to hump his rump to be very apropos. However, my dick was grinding against the inside of my boxers and not the best part of Roy, so I took things a bit slower.
Roy got rock hard and it was really obvious since he was wearing those tiny running shorts I like so much. He groaned and feigned a struggle while I stroked his dick through the taught fabric. I took to squeezing his knot while I whispered in his ear.
"My god... you're actually into this shit aren't you? How do you like being face-down on the track that everybody and their brother spits on?"
"I'm sorry," he quietly whined, "I'm such a slut. I promise I won't do it again."
"I want you to do it again, because then I'd get to do this again. And I want you to tell me what it's like to walk around with cummy shorts."
"Oh fuck."
That's the cue. That means he's about to blow. I let go of his dick right as he started. Hell... I almost came as I used my free hand to mash his face into the track. His ass flexed against my groin and his muffled cries filled the cavernous room. I was never a bully in high school, but I can see the attraction.
Once he was done, I rolled him over on his back and kissed him. I know he likes being treated like crap, but that may have been a bit much. He didn't show it though. I just worked my tongue around his muzzle and touched his shorts to feel that they were soaked in coyote cum.
Once we were done smooching, I asked, "So Roy... was that okay? Sometimes I don't feel so good when I do stuff like that..."
"Are you kidding me? That was the best sex I've ever had! That was fuckin' hot!"
"Oh," I said somewhat taken aback, "well... cool! Just wait until we get in the showers!"
"Yeah, we're going to need one seeing as how we're both covered in cum."
"Yeah, but I didn't- OH FUCK ME!"
I said that last bit because Roy did some kind of fucking Judo move to flip me onto my back and almost tore my shorts off. Within two seconds, he had done all of that and inhaled my dick into this muzzle.
My boyfriend is a fucking pro.
The sucking sounds filled the gym as he blew me off. I imagined what it would be like to walk into the basketball courts and hear two guys raw-dogging it on the track above. He stopped just before I was about to cum and squeezed my knot as hard as he possibly could. Roy, who is always on the bottom, had turned the tables on me and I was now his personal sex toy.
Needless to say, I fucking popped. I can totally see how someone gets off on that.
He made a damn good job of making sure that not a single drop hit the track. All of it ended up on my shirt or it was worked deep into my fur. That was spectacular. We we're both horrible messes. If the cops found us, it would be really obvious that we weren't stealing anything.
Before I knew what was up, Roy had peeled his shorts off a bit and was shoving his junk in my mouth. That combined scent of cum and crotch hit me and I couldn't stop myself. I cleaned everything off with slow and deliberate strokes of my tongue knowing that it was driving Roy nuts.
He pulled my muzzle away long enough to give me a loving kiss and we both relished tasting each other. We parted and he sat on my chest with his red hard-on still drooling on my shirt.
"Shower time?" he asked.
"Shower time."