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Gage let the hot water take away the remains of the physical tension of sexual high, scrubbing himself all up and nice with soap and fur conditioner while he pondered his burning question.

He wanted to try how a real cock felt in his tailhole, but how on earth could a straight man go on obtaining that pleasure? No way in HELL was he going to start doing any gay stuff or going to a gay bar to find some guy who'd be willing to stuff a stallion rump with his throbbing cock.

Gage laughed at the thought of himself going to a gay bar almost hysterically as he dried his mane with a hairdryer, enjoying the feeling of the hot air over his wet skin as he luxuriated openly. How the hell did that work anyway? Did they flip a coin on who was going to do the rump stuffing? Gage was straight, after all, and he let gay furs be who they are and all that, he didn't need to know what exactly went on between two dudes in bed. He did have a pretty good idea that it did involve thick cocks pushing into lubed tailholes, and that part was the one he was interesting in, but to get there was almost a total mystery.

Online ads were out of the question, for Gage quite valued his health and did not want to spend the rest of his life popping pills to ward off AIDS. Even the clap would be an unpleasant surprise from such a foray, and you never knew whether you might end up in bed with an organ snatcher or just a plain homophobe wanting to lure in some hapless fag for a beating. No, Gage ruled out that category even faster than the option of going out to hang out on a gay bar with the hopes of finding what he wanted. What could he even say on such an ad?

"Straight 25-year-old stallion wanting to get a cock up his ass, but not because he's gay or anything, but because he's bored with latex in his tailhole and wants to try the real thing. Not up to any gay shit or anything like that, so don't touch my junk."

Gage's thoughtful nights became weeks of wondering how he could get to his goal without ruining his reputation or doing something dangerous. Was it this difficult for gay people to get laid? Surely there were guys who were not into gay shit but wanted a bit of ass, or wanted their own butt stuffed? No way he was going to do anything that'd mess up his mind afterwards, like sucking some guy's dirty dick. Kissing was also out of the question, because he didn't want to cuddle with a dude, he just wanted a bit of a cock up his ass, to get the real element of surprise. He sure as fuck could handle any cock up there, probably better than some of the girls he had reamed with his own foot of horse maleness and making them scream with that. No, he would not neigh or moan...well, a few grunts might be inevitable, but he did grunt with his toys, too, so it was just normal, that. It'd be a clinical thing, just like his own games.

Lay down, stuff it in, play the game, get off, clean up.

End of story, balls empty, ass tingly, limp cock, life is beautiful. No smiles or exchanged phone numbers, or promises of hooking up again. He didn't make promises he could not keep, Gage was a honorable man, after all, even if he did let his cock rule his private life. At least that's how he wanted to think about himself, cocksman extraordinaire.

The resident office hunk was sitting slumped on the coffee table on a particularly hot Friday, clutching a cup of bad-tasting coffee and giving glimpses to the clock on the wall with his sweat-bleary eyes. Still four more hours before he could get out of this Lyndon B- Johnson-era concrete office block where the air conditioning seemed to work only on the even-numbered days, or something stupid like that. He was even so hot that he'd had to take off his white collared shirt and now the stallion sat there on the small plastic chair only wearing his sleeveless tank top. It did have the added benefit of showing off his nice biceps and arms in general, but with only Randy from accounting, Sara from metallurgy and Becker from PR relations as his audience, Gage didn't even get the pleasure of parading his body to properly interested eyes.

Sure he was in perfect shape compared to the slightly pot-bellied cougar that was Randy or the engineer coyote woman with her oversized glasses and credentials going all the way back to the Space Shuttle program in the 1970's, but even if they had been scorching hot bimbos, Gage still had the policy of not screwing around with co-workers. That kind of a thing never ended well, he had decided, so he kept his eyes away even from the hot summer trainees that would come in from MIT to see the real world of a defense sub-contractor.

Right now Sara was going on about the tensile strength of magnesium honeycomb structures while subjected to supersonic speeds, and Becker tried to nod and look interested while the number-loving cougar was happily playing Sudoku on his iPhone, perfectly happy to not even pretend that he was listening to the socialization going on around him. Gage sipped his terrible black coffee and yawned, scratching the back of his neck to get the stinging feeling away from the sweaty fold of skin there. Fuck it was hot in there...

The door to the coffee room opened and a bunch of people from the third floor Component Integration Research department entered. Gage found himself subject to a few polite nods as the mostly familiar guys went by to get coffee from the maker and then settled themselves to the empty table next to the one occupied by Gage and his acquaintances. He got a polite greeting from Jock the bear who had once worked at Pentagon and was thus sometimes called G-man with the implication that he knew state secrets, and he gave an equally curt greeting to Sean, a bespectacled wolf who never went anywhere without his pocket calculator.

Trailing him was a tall German Shepherd called Dante, whom Gage had sometimes consulted on with some issues related to the components that they were supposed to fit into the aluminum boxes Gage helped to design. The Sheppie wore a tan shirt that had sweat blotches under the armpits, Gage noted as the canine passed and settled down to his chair, sitting opposite to the wolf. He put his mug down to the plastic tabletop and gave Gage a nod, which the stallion returned briefly. The gruff-looking Sheppie responded with a quick smile as he idly stirred his coffee and was probably wondering why the hell were they stuck in this concrete box when they could be out there catching some nice free range pussy.

Gage's ears flattened and his eyes widened, and he practically had one of those animated light bulbs appearing lit above his head as he simply sat there and stared at the bored-looking Sheppie who was cocking his ear to listen at Jock and Sean talk about football scores.

What was it that Sara had once related to Gina from Vibration Laboratory on the coffee table when the talk was especially dry...

_"Poor man, yes, four years..."

"Four years!"

"Yes...the look in his eyes...such sadness...hardly seen a man so lovelorn..."

"That's a pity..."

"Apparently that boy was called Cole, and he was Rottweiler...but he moved to France..."

"Ohh...that's well..."

"Photographer, he said...Dante said...poor man..."

"And how'd he end up telling you?"

"Ohh, but you know...it's not like he is...yeah, that's how you say it, in the closet, isn't it? It's not like he holds it a secret that he is a...yes."

"Well I didn't know."

"No, but...well, it is a delicate..."

"Yes, yes, very delicate, I would say."

"Well I wouldn't say....well in these times, but thinking the times I was studying..."_

"Yes, I'm sure..."

"It is such a shame...he spoke so happily of it, and now..."

"I am sure he will find some nice..another nice friend to be with..."

"Oh I would hope so...such a friendly boy, Dante...he even liked my sweater."

"Ohh...well..."

"Well not this one, but the one with the plaid pattern...he said it complimented my muzzle."

"Well, really..."

Gage let the reality fade back to him as his eyes were fixed to the tall-eared Sheppie who sat nearby, mechanically stirring his coffee while his restless ears flicked occasionally. He yawned often, but so were most of the other canines in the room doing as well to get that extra little bit of heat away from their bodies via their sloppy tongues. He didn't seem to be enraptured with the topic of discussion, which was probably only contributing to him feeling hot and bothered in the stuffy and windowless coffee room.

The stallion kept up the scratching of his neck as he found himself wondering on a number of things. Was the Sheppie really gay? Sara had sounded very much in the know about it, and Gage was bound to believe her more than, say, Gina, who probably believed that Stephanie Forrester was a real person. Gage found himself staring at the canine even now, checking him out for any "signs" that would tell him to be interested in only the kind of tail that didn't come with a pair of hot boobs on the other end of things. He wasn't wearing a pink shirt or anything, nor did he hold his paws daintily against the edge of the table, but manly and firmly, with his paw flat on the surface, sitting back and listening to the other manly men going on about football. He didn't have piercings or dyed head furs or swishy gait or a tail that seemed to be held in a bit of an odd angle when he walked...well not that Gage really looked at guys' butt ends when they walked...but still...

Gage almost jumped out of his skin on next Monday when he passed the Sheppie in the corridor, and Dante said "hello" to him. The stallion stopped in his tracks and said a quick "Good morning", watching the Sheppie smile and nod before the canine disappeared into a nearby office room and left the stallion standing there like a fool. Gage flicked his ropey tail around and disappeared into his own cubicle, contemplating Riemannian geometry between little memory flashes of the hot lioness he had banged twice on Saturday and once on the Sunday morning before he left her place with nice, empty balls.

During the coffee break, he listened to Dante chat about monster trucks with Jock and Sean. Gage went home feeling confused and mystified by the situation, and he felt odd after a nice 45 minutes of bouncing on his biggest canine dildo with the knot really grounding against his prostate and forcing out a huge wad of stallion spooge. His well-prodded rump felt nice and tingly afterwards, but his mind still wondered about the prospect of approaching his gay almost-co-worker with the proposition of a sexual encounter involving the German Shepherd's cock and Gage's straight rump. The thoughts made it difficult to meet the Sheppie's eyes that day at the coffee queue where they happened to be standing one after another, waiting to get their much needed caffeine fix.

This was getting out of hand, Gage decided after another week of wondering and pounding his tail tender with his GruffWuffy Medium. Either he would ask Dante about it or then he'd go down to the rainbow district and see what his options there might be, consequences be damned to hell.

It was easy enough to find the Sheppie working in his small office, seated in front of his Mac computer and doing some idle typing, papers strewn all over his desk. There was a row of old-fashioned filing cabinets at one wall and by the look of things, they were not there just for the nostalgia's sake. A photograph of a Tomahawk cruise missile in flight decorated the wall.

Gage swallowed, flicking his ears nervously as he pushed the door closed behind him.

"Yes?" Dante spoke up, eyes barely leaving the screen in front of him.

"Yeah, hi," Gage replied.

"Something you need down to Structural Design?" Dante inquired, keeping up his neutral face and perky ears.

"Yeah...I mean...," Gage grunted.

"Yes?"

"I was just about to...," Gage scratched the back of his head, "I mean..."

"Hmmm?" the Sheppie grunted.

"Well..."

"Yeah?"

Gage snorted to himself and flicked an ear, still feeling more nervous. His resolve was almost gone, but still...it was a now-or-never situation, and he had to do it or face the consequences.

"I...I heard about you and...and about that Rottie," Gage blurted out.

Dante's ears flattened in an instant, a frown appearing on his brow as he watched the stallion who was standing in front of him.

"Excuse me?"

Gage's tail flicked around nervously.

"I mean, I heard Sara talk about it and..."

"About what?"

"About you and your...boyfriend," Gage hissed.

Dante bared his teeth.

"I don't think that's your business at all, Gage," the Sheppie growled.

Gage shook his head.

"I didn't mean...fuck...", Gage muttered, rubbing a hand over his face, his ears still flat, too.

"You should leave, I think," the Sheppie spoke sternly from his seated position, still managing to look quite imposing and predatory compared to the jittery stallion.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that, I mean, it's cool!"

"I don't think I need to know your opinion about anything that concerns my personal life," the Sheppie hissed.

"I wasn't trying to!" Gage piped up.

"Just leave, ok, and we'll forget this, yeah?" Dante grunted, his ears flicking sharply.

"But...fuck...."

"Gage, what the hell's your problem?" Dante snapped harshly, and for a moment it looked like might actually get up and physically manipulate the stallion to an outbound trajectory from the office.

"I want you to fuck me!" Gage hissed, blurting out his words into the tense air.

Dante looked like he had something electric stuffed under his tail. He jumped on his seat, his ears flicking erratically while his maw fell open, jaw gone slack from the words he had just registered.

Gage kept staring at the Sheppie, considering fleeing from the room before he could make any worse mess out of himself. His heart thumped almost violently, and it felt like he had just ran the big lap, like back in high school. The runner's high was missing, though, replaced by fear.

"What...what did you..."

Gage let out a huffed breath.

"I...I just..."

"What the hell did you just say, Gage?"

Gage rubbed the side of his muzzle nervously.

"I said that I want you to...fuck me."

"Gage..."

"I mean, you're the only gay guy I know and..."

"So why the hell do you come up to me like that and say THAT?"

Gage snorted.

"I mean..."

"I don't know what the hell you're thinking coming to me like that, Gage! What the hell ARE you thinking?" the Sheppie grunted, still looking dangerous and hard-eyed as he stared at the offending equine.

"I just...hell, I want it, okay?" the stallion snorted, taking a few steps off to the side and then returning to his original spot, pacing a little to try and ease the tension.

"You want to hook up with me, Gage?" the Sheppie snuffled. "I didn't even know that you're gay, let alone interested in me."

"I'm not gay!" Gage hissed.

"Gay, bi, curious, whatever, but you can't just come up to someone like that!"

"Well don't sue me! I don't know how this kind of things works!" Gage replied in a harsh snuffle.

Dante raised a brow.

"This kind of things, Gage?"

"Guys...men...guy on guy," Gage spoke quickly, still pacing slowly, tail flicking behind him erratically.

Dante frowned again.

"What're you talking about, Gage? You sound all messed up."

"I just want to know how it feels like," Gage grunted.

"What?"

Gage sighed.

"The real deal," he tried.

Dante huffed.

"I'm sure there are places where closeted guys can go to hook up, if that's what floats your boat. Don't come asking me though, Gage, really! I'm not into that kind of a thing. The closet cases are dangerous."

"I'm not in the closet! I'm not gay!"

"Whatever."

"I just want to know how it feels like."

"What, Gage? What the hell are you asking?" the Sheppie growled.

"I just want to know how a real cock feels like and I don't want to go out there to try and get a completely strange one, okay!" the pacing stallion hissed, exasperated by this discussion as much as his situation.

Here he was, making a complete fool of himself because of his strange anal obsession. He had just went up to a gay workmate and asked him to stuff the stallion's rump with his canine cock, simply because of Gage's curiosity, his obsession, his...craving for something he wanted against all odds. There was no consideration for Dante's feelings, just...talking about him like an object, like that, just a cock that happened to have a Sheppie attached to it. Gage felt like shit.

Dante bared his considerable teeth arsenal and huffed between them loudly.

"What the hell...," he growled.

Gage flicked an ear, hoping that he could still salvage the situation. Maybe they could laugh it off, or just...something.

"I just...been wondering how it's like."

"To get fucked?" Dante blurted.

"Ummm...yeah," Gage huffed, "with a real cock and not...not something you keep in a box when you don't need it."

Why was it so difficult to say the word "dildo" aloud on conversation like that?

Dante shook his head and then, to Gage's utter surprise, laughed hollowly.

"Fuck, man..."

"I like toys, okay? It's not gay or anything" the stallion tried. "I like chicks."

"And now you're fed up with women after banging so many and want to try the other way around?"

"No, Jesus, man, I..." Gage mumbled.

"I'm sure there're phone lines or something for those confused about their sexuality, Gage, but I'm not one of those, so..." the Sheppie shrugged.

"I'm not confused, I like pussy!"

"Okay then, whatever label makes you happy."

Gage rubbed that familiar itchy spot on his neck and tried to meet the Sheppie's eyes. They felt heavy and uncomfortable, much different to their usual friendly enough a gaze.

"I just...well, you know about the prostate and stuff..."

Dante snorted humorlessly.

"Yeah, I do know about...stuff."

"So, you know it feels good when you...have something up there."

"It can do that."

"And I...well...I'm curious."

The Sheppie's ears flicked erratically as he watched the stallion jitter and gawk.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I think I told you already," Gage muttered.

"In pretty clear words, yeah, you did."

"So...," Gage snuffled, "I guess I could have been a bit..."

"Do you go around asking girls like that, Gage?" the Sheppie grunted. "Wanna fuck, eh? Nudge nudge?"

His laughter was again humorless and hollow and echoed off the dirty grey walls of the office.

"No!" Gage yelped.

"Well for your knowledge, guys don't go around like that either, if you really want to know," the Sheppie growled. "And considering what you just asked me, I think you really do want to know."

"Uhh..."

"At least I don't go around like that," Dante added.

Gage's ears flattened and he felt like sinking through the floor. How did he end up into a situation like this?

"I just...you're the only gay guy I know..."

"And you thought I'm so deep in funk after my breakup with that motherfucker and now would take any pity ass that might come to my direction?" the Sheppie glared at the direction of the offending stallion.

"No!"

"So what did you think, Gage?" the Sheppie snorted. "What is it that brought you here? Surely there're a thousand gay guys in this city wanting to fuck a nice piece of ass like you."

"I don't want some random guy porking me, thank you, Dante," Gage huffed, deciding not to jump at the mention of his nice piece of ass.

"And I don't' want any gay shit," he added.

"What the fuck is gay shit, Gage?" Dante snorted.

The stallion shrugged.

"Well, everything that's involved in that kinda stuff."

Dante's ears folded even more deeply against his skull, shaking his head.

"Sorry I asked, I really am. You're messed up."

"Hey, I wasn't asking you to...marry me or anything, I was just asking if you could...we could..."...the stallion sighed, "I mean...just once..."

"And you come here!"

"Like I said," Gage replied, "I realized that you're the only gay guy I know and..."

"Thought that I might be feeling charitable," Dante snorted.

"Jesus, Dante!"

"You're the one going around propositioning random guys for a quick lay, not me, the so-called REAL gay guy," the Sheppie retaliated. "Well I guess it's true what they say about deprived bisexuals..."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Gage complained.

"Well you have already wasted my time long enough going on about how you like plastic cocks and would want to sample my fleshy one, so..."

Gage's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Guess that's a no then...," his shoulders slumped.

The tech Sheppie's eyes widened again.

"Fucking hell..."

Gage shrugged.

"Can't blame me for not trying enough, eh?"

Dante snorted.

"No, can't deny that, Gage. Now get out of here, sharp."

Gage's tail flagged as he shook his head.

"Yeah, sorry, man, I..."

"Just go, please," the Sheppie grunted, looking ever as dangerous as he did before.

"Yeah...ummm...well, I guess...see you, yeah."

"Yeah."

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Gage sweated his ass off in his cubicle for the rest of the day, not daring to go out to the coffee room during the break in case the Sheppie might be there and things would again turn even more awkward than before back at Dante's office.

How the hell could he made such a fool out of himself, going at the Sheppie like that? Had he sounded like as if he assumed that Dante would drop his pants there and then, simply at the prospect of getting to sample Gage's ass? Did he wanted the Sheppie to somehow sound honored by the...gift of Gage's anal virginity? What did he want anyway?

Gage's belly throbbed with the need to go to take a leak but he didn't want to risk a run with the Sheppie at the bathroom of all places. His bleary eyes were fixed at the small clock at the corner of the Windows desktop, counting down minutes until he would be free to leave home. Time seemed to progress at an even slower pace than it normally did, rather slower than he could even imagine it could do. It's not that his work was the most boring in the world, but right now tensile strength calculations were not foremost in his mind. He might have damaged his reputation at the company should Dante wish to tell about the sex maniac stallion making a "pass" at him. Heck, could he report him for harassment? Gage was pretty sure that since he hadn't touched the Sheppie or acted threateningly against him that there wasn't much proof of harassment, but still, there was little he could do about it now except brood over it endlessly.

The merciful clock finally reached 5 pm. Gage waited 10 more terrible minutes in the hopes that all the others would have left before he ventured out and rushed across the yard to the parking lot without meeting anyone. At home, he had a much-needed bathroom visit before crashing to his couch and brooding some more. His damn prostate had betrayed him worse than his cock had ever done, even if he counted the time he had ended up banging a mother and a sister on consecutive nights, and to top that off, it was not just some random guy but Dante, a friend...well, at least sort of. He could already hear the gossip going on at the coffee table...

_"Ohh yes...in the closet, poor thing..."

"Ohh, really, now..."

"Ohh, yes...repressed...even in this time and age..."

"Such a pity, really...such a nice boy..."

"Yes..."_

Gage could almost see the coyote and her giant eyeglasses and her concerned frown knitting her brow while relating Gage's gay misadventure to Gina from the Vibration Laboratory. There'd be looks and there'd be whispers and there'd be talk and he'd be known as the deprived bisexual and he might lose his job and...

Gage rubbed his jaw with both hands and snorted, his tail smacking the leather couch with its multiple strands. How did he end up into this mess anyway? Even more important was to think how to get out of it. Was he really so easily lead by his sexual urges that he'd end up doing whatever needed to satisfy those needs? Had Dante been right speaking as he did? Maybe Gage was such a horn-ball that he would do anything to get what he wanted.

Gage grunted and shook his head and snorted.

A quick round of masturbation did ease off the familiar pressure in his balls a little, while that deep itching he always associated with his hungry rump persisted due to Gage's deliberate refraining from any anal activities for now. He didn't need the extra reminder that a fully stuffed tailhole would bring about his misfortune and as result of that, his GruffWuffies went neglected and unstuffed. At least he felt a little bit better now that he stepped out of the shower with a wilting erection and a dripping mane. Thankfully, it was blessed Friday, and he had two whole days to think how to deal with this when the next week would come around. Perhaps there would be a solution...

"I'm too sexy for this shirt, too sexy for this shirt, so sexy it hurts..."

The familiar tune of the cheeky song made Gage's ears perk up just as he was grabbing a beer from the fridge, standing out there naked with his cock still hanging out of his sheath and with droplets of water falling to the tile floor from his mane. The stallion's eyes searched for the source of the tinny sound and located his phone, abandoned to the coffee table by the couch. He grabbed the planned beer and hurried to answer, only noting the unfamiliar number before he flipped his phone over and raised it up to his ear.

"Gage Roberts here."

The sound of a rough huff filled Gage's ear before a voice spoke.

"Hey, Gage, it's...it's..."

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Here ends the second part of my miniseries "Steps to Pleasure."

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