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The fox walked along the city sidewalk, humming softly to himself as he went. To his left stood a park, rich green grass and full trees at this time of year, while to his right car after car bumbled along, purring gently, interrupting his thoughts and musings. He had never been a particular fan of large crowds and loud noises, but after so long spent here, he had grown used to these things and even enjoyed them, to a degree. Certainly better than where he grew up, where the nearest soul who was not a relative of his lurked somewhere outside a three-mile radius, where all he could see upon waking up and looking out the window was an ever-animated swaying sea of yellow and green grasses. Here, he found excitement, and life, and contentment, and happiness - here, he could be who he really was at heart and fill in with a hundred, a thousand others who did the same.

Back home, it was quite frowned upon to wear only a speedo at his workplace: here, it was the dress code.

Sure, he wore more than that right now, as he found he earned more than one disapproving eye to wander around like that, but it would last until... there. He turned a corner and smiled upon catching sight of the place where he had worked for the past few years, a seemingly-humble wedged between two larger ones called Tiger Lily Massage. While growing up among families of countrymen, farmers, ranchers, that sort of thing, he often was made fun of for his interest and affinity for physical therapy, something that occasionally led to such extremes as to others questioning and mocking him and his sexuality. This, paired with his natural high voice, his gentle lisp, and certain admissions of things to close friends - well, 'friends' - that had gotten out after a while, only reinforced such claims and led to a fairly hostile environment, culminating in the school baseball team catching him with his boyfriend, a nice black-furred wolf, after school one day. This was what cemented his idea and want to leave and move to a place like this, and although sweet Karl could not come with him, he found that life here was both better and far more enjoyable.

And, besides, in the past three weeks, he had gotten the phone numbers of two rather cute guys, as well as one or two inquiries for a 'discount' in return for a 'massage' of his own. His smile widened with these thoughts.

He waited for three cars to whiz by before crossing the street. The atmosphere changed noticeably between outside and here in the parlor: high-rising grey buildings before an endless grey sky turned to a calming wall color with exotic and rather charming embellishments and decorations around; odors of car exhaust, cement, rain, smoke, and sweat melded to a soft aroma of floral soaps and lotions mixed with steam and the refined scents of the patrons; the fast, hurried bustling of a thousand cars and a thousand machine-like bodies slowed and became a calm flow of relaxation and patience. Tiger Lily Massage was not so much a spa as it was a sort of university for the study and execution of methods to achieve the most divine bodily relaxation: here, stress was relieved, pain was relieved, and in their places grew warm contentment and sleepy calm.

"Morning, William," said the receptionist from behind her desk. She sat without a care in the world, legs propped up in front of her - had the fox not known the dress code here, he would have assumed that she was wearing that cute bikini top, and nothing else.

"Morning, Laura," the fox replied. "Any calls for me?"

"Yes, actually -" Laura swung her legs down and looked over a pad of paper in front of her. "Ah... two, actually, a Ms. Kaye in about half an hour and then a Mr. Long after that."

"Thanks, love." The temperature inside the building also sat a few noticeable degrees higher than outside at this time of year, a tactic to further emphasize the relaxed atmosphere and the effects this had on the patron, as well as a way to make it more comfortable for the staff, who were required to wear almost nothing. William had come to prefer working over when he had time off at home: after his few years here, he had established a fine network of friends, a few of which were close enough to even be considered family. Regular patrons, too, some of whom always set up an appointment with him, and put it off if he wasn't available that day - this Ms. Kaye was one of them, and over time, he had come to know her less as another customer and more as an old friend, someone to share old stories with and catch up in what little time they had together. This Long fellow, though? William hadn't had a Mr. Long before.

William's room was down the hall a bit, around the corner, third door on the right; a large mirror took up most of one wall in that room, and on either side of that mirror stood cabinets and drawers, while the massage table itself sat in the center of the space. He could remember the first time he had stepped into this room and heard the door click behind him - it was his first day working any job in this field, and had he known at the time what a reputation Tiger Lily had, he would have thrown a party that night. This had become a happy place of quiet and calm, not only for his customers, but for himself as well. He enjoyed what he did, and seeing the things his trained paws did for others, brought a smile to his face and made him forget about all the problems of the outside world. Sure, he didn't even have all that many, but it was still nice to get away to this pleasant sanctuary five days a week.

Besides, it was rather fun to bring up memories - and fantasies - of some of his more attractive patrons late at night after he had gone home, but that wasn't really something he just told people.

He straightened up and started to unbutton his shirt from the top down - he dressed like this in the mornings just so he would have the pleasure of undressing once he got to work. Every once in a while, he'd think about what would happen in the off-chance that someone came in before his hours and did the undressing for him, maybe someone like a slim wolf with black fur and warm paws... but, this was one among the money foxy thoughts of a rather foxy fox. He pulled his shirt away and folded it neatly, to turn and find a lightly muscled red fox doing the same in the mirror on that side of the room. His opinion about his body and appearance both always turned out to be worse than what they actually were, always a welcome self-esteem boost. Not that he had anything to complain about, of course, or that he thought badly of himself.

William flicked his eyes up to the clock on the opposite wall - still a bit of time before his appointment with young miss Rosa Kaye. He fished his phone out of one of the pockets of his pants before folding his clothes and placing them into a drawer... no new messages. He could remember back to when he had a boyfriend, and every time he checked his phone he would have two or three unread texts, no matter how much time had passed between then and the last time he had checked. That was when he floated through life with a goofy smile on his face and a giddy joy ever in his heart, whenever anything that would now make his heart skip a beat only posed a small hindrance, a little insignificant speedbump. That was when he spent his weekends with his muzzle buried in soft black fur. However, that was a while ago, before he had moved; many, many months had passed since his phone, his heart, lit up like that, and he missed it.

A light tap on the door sounded, shocking him from his warm memories. He put his phone with his clothes and greeted the smiling panther beyond the door. "Morning, Miss Kaye. How are you?"

"Hello, William." He'd like to think they were on a first-name basis, if only for the knowledge of having another friend, but then again, she knew him only by the name he had given her. "I'm doing quite well, thank you - and you?"

"Very good. Nice, warm morning outside, so that's nice." The fox turned to his supplies while Rosa - Miss Kaye - prepared herself. He used to be a bit shy for being only in this speedo at work in front of all these patrons that came and went - and afraid of its tightness against his body, paired with naturally wandering and admiring eyes, and the rather obvious thing these tended to bring with those more attractive patrons - but that faded after a while, Besides, he really had no room to talk: here was a fine black-furred pantheress who removed her shirt and bra right in front of him while he half-watched. In this business, modesty stood little more than a cute inhibition. "So, what have you got scheduled today?"

"Upper back." Miss Kaye stretched herself out on the table. "That's all. Haven't got a lot of time today anyway, and besides, it's really been bothering me. I don't know why."

William pressed his fingers into the panther's back near her shoulderblades, feeling at the tight cords and knots of muscle, urging and coaxing them to relax. She shifted and breathed out a soft sight. "Maybe you should take a day or two off work, just to unwind and relax. Stay in bed or sit around, but also remember to stay active and stretch a bit. Muscles that are too relaxed are just as bad as muscles that are overworked or stressed."

Rosa turned her head to the side. William flicked his eyes up and caught hers in the mirror. "I wouldn't say that I'm doing anything too strenuous at all. I've just been really sore recently."

"Been driving a lot?"

"No. Well... yes. Yeah, I've been doing a lot of deliveries recently."

"Driving a lot more than you used to, I mean?"

"Yes."

"That might be it, then." He moved down her back as he spoke, eyes always flitting around but paws remaining strong. He could feel the soreness she spoke about, as a musician knew when a string was about to break. "Your body's probably just unaccustomed to all the strain the road puts on it - all those bumps and sudden stops, and I'm certain your arms get a bit of something from it. It's like... like taking up a new exercise regiment, or suddenly deciding to run each morning when you previously didn't. It'll all go away after a while, I'm sure, when your body gets accustomed to it."

She said nothing in response to this, so William went back to his work. Giving tips and advice, as well as working to east away stress both physical and mental, were things that gave him this sense of accomplishment, this feeling of usefulness that his parents had never once really given him when he was younger. All the customers that specifically requested him he considered friends, and was certain that they did too, of him, to an extent. That was nice, and a reason why he loved what he did.

On a different note - sure, the occasional... not-so-attractive customer came in every once in a while, that was that. However, this actually was a fairly rare occurrence, and over time he had learned to keep his mouth shut about certain things; along with this, every now and then, a rather very-fucking-attractive person would come in, and he'd keep his mouth shut too, if only because he didn't trust himself to speak - he sometimes forgot that not every guy shared his interests in gender. Now, the female form? This was something he could appreciate and admire, without the underlying lust and want that he sometimes felt working on other patrons. He ran his fingers over the curves of Rosa's back, where her sides arched in just above her hips, the little dip inwards where her spine entered the small of her back, the little raise where her tail began... it was interesting, all the nuances and little differences between genders, body types, species. He recalled a vague childhood dream to want to be an artist, and all the times he went to the mall with his brother just to watch all the people, just to observe.

Few more words were exchanged by the time he finished, and when he did, Miss Kaye thanked him and wished him a good day while pulling her shirt back on, and then left. The fox waved at her and leaned back against the wall, rubbing his paws, still feeling the ghost of warm fur and tightened muscles on his pads. Today seemed to be a bit slow, as he usually had four or five appointments scheduled when he came in - though, maybe this Mr. Long had a full-body scheduled, or perhaps that and a few other things. The thought about another full-body massage on a male brought to him a new wave of thoughts - is he slim, muscled, what? What species? Wolf, maybe , or another fox, or perhaps an otter? And, full body... how well-endowed is he, in one specific regard?

He really needed to learn how to control his thoughts, a fact he was reminded of every time something like this happened. He shifted against the wall and cursed himself for this imagination of his - no, no, no, such thoughts are meant for later, when he rested in his bed at home. Tight, firm muscles of a male's chest and stomach under his fingers, or the insides of warm-furred thighs, where he could brush the back of his paw against something or other and pass it off as an accident... how long would it be until his next appointment? Did Laura say? Maybe he had enough time to -

Another knock on the door came, shocking him to open his eyes and remove his paw from his speedo. "Um," he gasped - that must be Mr. Long, now, "one moment." Dammit - dammit, William! Can't be seen with his speedo lifted a few inches from his body! He grabbed a towel and held it over his arm in front of him, then went to get the door.

An otter in a somewhat tight shirt - enough so to highlight the muscles of his chest - stood behind the door. "Hey," he said, in a rich baritone. "I'm Alex Long. I had a full-body massage scheduled for today?"

Fuck. "Oh, right, yes - here, you get yourself ready, I'll be with you in a moment." William tried to block the sounds of this fine otter's undressing - from the gentle shuffle of that tight shirt of his being pulled off over his head to the soft pop and zip of jeans being undone - by opening a few drawers and taking some bottles of oils. He turned around, allowed himself one look, swallowed, and hoped to God that Mr. Long didn't catch that. "Um. Lie face-down on the table, please, and I'll... I'll go ahead and get started."

"I've heard a lot of good things about you, Mr. Swift." Alex stretched his arms over his head while still facing the fox - which brought a hot blush to his face - before he lay down on the table.

"Oh, call me William."

"Then call me Alex." The otter sighed gently, as Rosa had, when William's fingers pressed against the back of his neck. "My friend Nicholas tells me you're really good with your paws."

William's ears shot up at this, and his blush deepened. Nicholas? Last Tuesday, with a Nicholas, he had - "Um. Really? I'm flattered. I've only been working here for a few years; I'm sure there are others that are better than me."

"He told me to set up an appointment for a full-body massage with you, so I thought, why not. Use one of my off days to treat myself to a little something, you know?" He breathed in and then breathed out, after William hit a particularly tight spot underneath his right shoulderblade. "Ooh, God, that's nice. Nicky didn't lie - he said you made him moan. Me? I'm getting there."

"Oh. Uh." What was he supposed to say to that? The memories of that night still hung fresh in his mind: he could still feel that cat's lips on his own, could still feel the force in his arms when he pushed William down by his shoulders, could still smell his musk and feel the warmth of Nicky's cock in his paw, of his seed as it spurted out over his muzzle and tongue. "You could say that, yeah. So, uh, Alex. Tell me about yourself."

"Not much to tell, really." The otter's lower back was warm underneath William's paws, and he occasionally moved or shifted. "I work two or three days a week - it changes, depending on... various circumstances, so to say."

"Really." William swallowed and continued down the otter's body, pulling in and holding a breath as he worked over the firm, strong rump. He reached for a bottle of oil but kept his other paw working - however, he averted his eyes for a quick half-second, and this was enough for that remaining paw to slip over the oiled fur.

Alex yipped gently when William's thumb pressed against his tailhole; this made the fox jump and almost drop the bottle of oil he held.

"Shit," he murmured, quickly moving his paws further down his patron's legs. "Sorry, I - I wasn't paying attention, I -"

"Oh, no, no, don't worry about it." Alex moved so that his chin rested on his arms. "It's just that it's been a while since I've felt that - past few weeks, I've been the one on top at work. Again, don't worry about it. Also, could you... go back up there? Didn't give my ass the same treatment as my shoulders."

William froze for a moment before what the otter had said clicked in his brain. "At... work?" He focused his paws on Alex's rump once more, pressing into the soft fur there, biting his lip as he let his fingers stray to underneath the base of the thick rudder. "Where do you work?"

"Anywhere, if you wanna be literal. I think you mean to ask what I do."

"Well. Yes." He moved his paws back down, casting his eyes up for any sign of disapproval.

"I'm a porn star."

William paused. Alex barked a laugh.

"I'm sure this is what my mom intended for me when she sent me off to college, am I right?"

The fox turned his eyes away, wishing that Alex could not see his blush - or the growing bulge in his speedo - but knew that he could. "Wow. Um. Can't say I'm surprised, judging by... uh. Roll over, please."

This time, he allowed his eyes to linger over Alex's form, and when he looked up, he saw a smile on his face. "I'm fairly new to the business, but I'm quickly gaining popularity."

"I can see why," murmured the fox, emptying a glob of the massage oil on his patron's chest. He began to rub it in, not even trying anymore to conceal the pink tip of hard flesh that stood out underneath the blue of his speedo. Alex's chest was as finely sculpted as his back: lines and ridges of muscle traced down underneath well-kept and well-trimmed cream fur, only further brought out by the glistening oil he rubbed in. When he left the area of Alex's lower belly to descend further, he kept his eyes locked on one thing, and one thing only; when that one thing started to twitch and harden with the 'accidental' contact from his paws, he glanced up.

Alex's arms were behind his head and his eyes half-closed. He raised his eyebrows, not ashamed or embarrassed in the slightest. "Oh, sorry about that." William looked down again: this wetness on the back of his thumb was not lotion, but instead, hot pre drooled from a hard cock. "I told you what Nicky said about you."

"Oh, no, it's okay. It happens." William licked his lips and tried to continue, but could not remove his eyes from that shaft of flesh. "Jesus, you're..." He swallowed. The warmth of Alex's sack licked at his paws, halfway down the otter's thighs. It looked as if one of those balls would fill his cupped paw, and the cock itself... he couldn't ever recall pleasuring a motherfucking forearm before. "Would you, um..."

"Hm?" Alex shifted his hips, which sent a wave of hot musk towards the fox's sensitive nose. "Would I what, foxy?"

William swallowed again. "Well... Nicky must have told you about his... um... special massage, so I was wondering - would you, maybe... like one too?"

Alex's smile widened. "I thought you'd never ask. Go ahead."

He was warm indeed, and William had trouble touching his thumb to his forefinger when he wrapped his paw around him. While he gave a few slow, deep strokes - during which he was surprised to find that the otter wasn't, in fact, fully hard yet - he hook his other thumb around the band of his speedo and slid it down his legs, freeing the tension on his own erection. "Just..." The oils that remained n his paw slickened the otter's cock and worked as a kind of lube. "...just how big are you?"

"Well - mmh." Alex wiggled a little and moved one arm to rest on his forehead. He slowly pushed his hips upward with the movements of William's paw. "Maybe... eleven, twelve inches? It's size and my - my cumming ability that people seem to like. Got hit with a whole bunch of emails and phone calls after my debut as Akron in Space Harlots 3, following a video of myself I posted online a while back."

"Jesus..." William positioned himself so that this was less taxing on his arm. Such a beast, this Alex...! He stood quite a few inches taller than the fox; his voice was considerably deeper; his form and body were both far more muscled and refined; and, fuck, William thought himself pretty damn well-endowed at eight inches. But, then again, that was before he knew this monster right here. "Can you... you know... suck yourself?"

"Oh, yeah." Alex breathed out a long drawl of a moan. William imagined soft, warm lips and tongue descending along this shaft in his paw, drinking down the globs and strings of pre that hung between the head and his fingers, leaving slick saliva over these pulsing veins. He stroked faster and clenched his paw tighter, which made the otter arch his back, dig his claws into the massage table, and swallow another moan so that he could continue speaking. "Two of the movies I've been in haaaa... have involved me doing that, and one of those included me finishing in my mouth."

"God, that's... that's so hot. I used to be able to do that, but... it's been a while, and I don't really have the time or patience nowadays, and..."

"Yes, I'll admit, it - ah - it takes a bit of practice and stretching, even for me. I'm sure you know all about how the repeated usage of muscles allows them to become more flexible and all that, so."

"I think I might just have to look you up, then. God knows how I'd like to see more of this." William repositioned his paw along the otter's length once more and continued this 'massage' of his. He licked his lips while he worked - oh, God, this turned him on so much. His own erection throbbed underneath the table, longing to feel the same caresses and delicious touches, but he held himself back - customer first, he reminded himself; satisfaction is priority. He recalled how he had done this same thing with Nicky, but on a bed instead of a table, and on the end of the cock waited a thirsty muzzle. Here, he couldn't position himself to do that, and besides, the customer hadn't asked him to clean up the mess he would ultimately cause, and soon. He could feel it in the twitching and throbbing of Alex's length, as well as the sticky pre that still drooled form its tip; he could hear it in the otter's heightened gasps, moans, and yips; he could see it in the uneven clenching of the muscles of his belly and how his chest rose and fell, rose and fell, in raucous breaths.

So, he stopped. Alex looked down at him, and William flashed a foxy smile and said, "For someone who does this for a living, you sure are easy to get off."

"For someone who does this for a living, you sure are ignorant as to how damn good you are with those paws of yours. Nicky wasn't lying when he said you wouldn't be a disappointment - I can tell you even now, I'll be a repeat customer." Alex dragged the pad of one of his fingers through a pool of pre that had gathered in the fur of his stomach, then brought that finger to his lips, where he lapped up the fluid with what looked to be a rather experienced tongue. William imagined that tongue pressing against the base of his own cock, running up the underside, swirling around his tip, diving down with a pair of lips and a warm mouth to aid it... he shuddered.

"So..." He resumed Alex's handjob, but slower, steadier, so as to drag it out. He wanted this to last. God - if only he had brought his camera to work today. "How did you get started in... um, in what you do?"

"Funny story, actually. When I was nineteen, I posted a video of myself online - being your average horny teen, and an otter at that. You know. A couple months passed, and I found an email in my inbox - I thought it spam or a scam or something, and if not that, then a mistake, so I just disregarded it. However, a week or so after that, I - aaah..." He writhed, drawling out a pleasure-laden sigh. William blushed. "- ahem. Another one came in, and then another, and I started getting phone calls as well. I decided to pick up one day, if only to tell them to fuck off, that I didn't want whatever they were selling - but, they told me I had caught their attention with my video, and that it was the top-rated on the site. Sure enough, when I went back to check, it was number one on the list of top one hundred - most views, highest rating, most comments, most positive reviews. I was surprised, you can bet, and even more when I realized they were serious. Humble beginnings, right?" He laughed quietly, only to have his little chuckle morph into another moan.

I'm giving a handjob to a pornstar, William realized all of a sudden. He brought his other paw up from teasing his own shaft and cupped Alex's sack, rolling his large balls around over his fingers. "Again, I can see why they chose you. I mean, shit - I should be paying you." Okay, he couldn't take this anymore. He loosened his wrist and worked at the otter with the same speed and force that he had previously.

Alex groaned. "God - no, fuck, again, Nicky - ah. William, I -"

"Mm?" The fox licked his lips once more while he watched the steady stream of pre leak out over his thumb. "You what, Alex?"

His patron bucked twice and then began to unload his seed over his chest and belly, during which he continued bucking. William could feel each spurt, each shot in his cock with another burst, another tense shiver - and, just when he thought Alex was spent, judging by a sudden dip in his breathing and the relaxing of his claws on the table, he emptied three more ropes of the thick white liquid out into the spattered pools already matting down his fur.

While Alex lay back, his panting shaking the table, William went to get a towel to clean the otter's fur. His own cock still hung out of his speedo, and a drunken jolt shot through it when he brought his soaked paw to his muzzle and manually cleaned off the mess - a bright, rich flavor filled his mouth borne on slipper-sticky fluid, expected and familiar yet still different, as it was with every guy he had tasted.

He tossed the towel - a white one, of course - to Alex, but upon seeing his inability for movement or to seemingly form any coherent thought, wiped the cream chest down himself - not without the occasional lick, of course. Alex's cock, still hard, rested halfway up his chest in a pool of hot cum, the tip still drooling this lascivious bounty. "God..." he drawled. He ran a finger through his own cum and lapped it off, just how he had with his pre. "I just... God, William. You're better than the bitch I got paired with in Wolfbone: The Awakening."

"Oh. Uh." William rubbed his paws, unsure of what to do - should he finish the massage? "Thanks."

The otter shifted, pulled himself up, breathed out a long, dragging sigh of contentment, and tried to focus his eyes. "Thanks for that."

"Oh, no, don't worry about it... any friend of Nicky's is a friend of mine, and -" He leaned back against the wall, cock in paw, stroking slowly, steadily. "- any repeat business of yours, Alex, is awaited and appreciated."

He stood and approached the door, but did not go for his clothes; William saw why within seconds, as strong paws took hold of his hips and urged his speedo down further. "I just figured I'd... oh, I dunno, thank you myself."

"Alex, I - ooh..."

William's breath was taken out of his throat and his words as the otter drew his tongue up the underside of his shaft and flicked over the pre that had gathered there. He had been blown many times before, and had his opinions as to who had had their practice and who hadn't... and just from this single slow lick, he could tell that Alex knew what he was doing. Instinctively, the fox put his paw out and held the head hovering at the end of his meat, and gently tugged it down. Alex gave a gentle purr and closed his lips on the warm, drooling tip, tongue almost never resting but still soft and wonderful in its caresses.

He thought back to the first time something like this had happened to him: he was in high school, still living back with his parents, a time he felt was not the best and now could see this to be true. He had been growing steadily closer to a certain black-furred wolf in his math class, and one weekend, was invited over to spend the night playing video games, watching movies, whatever. William had thought this wolf as cute when they first met, and harbored a bit of a crush on him, until the two actually became friends and got to know each other; that one night, though, after completing a level on their shared favorite video game, that wolf reached out, placed a paw on the fox's thigh, looked into his eyes, said "William... I'm gay," and then looked away. William was the one to turn his head back, murmur "Karl, me too," like something out of some sappy romance, and kiss him; William was the one to gently push him over at his shoulders; William was the one to feel him up, then slip his paw into the front of his pants; William was the one to get things started. However, this quickly turned as the wolf gained his confidence and got into it, and soon William found himself pinned to the floor with a hungry pink tongue from a black muzzle lapping at his sheath.

Here, he felt the same thing he did then: the same pulsing excitement, so seamlessly intertwined with arousal and pleasure; the same tense nervousness, that half-thought of 'what if we get caught', soon to be buried once more underneath the heat of the situation; the same flutters of his heart that were to be expected with something like this, along with the whole spiel of 'I can't believe this is really happening'. The fox clenched both his fists and teeth as Alex drew his full length into the back of his throat, unable to stifle the high "ah -" that pulled itself from his own muzzle. He could feel Alex's teeth along his length, ever-so-gently - not uncomfortable or painful, but just there, several little points that each sent another electric jolt through his flesh. His cock sat comfortably cupped in the otter's tongue, warm, moist, wonderful; he couldn't hold in the slow exhalation of a moan when that tongue and the lips it brought with it began to retreat, only to slide back and reclaim their former positions.

Alex held onto William's hips to steady himself as he bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down, every now and then tilting his head this way or another, every now and then flicking his tongue over the fox's tip, every now and then diving down deep enough so as to feel the hot, hard pressure once again at the back of his throat and the slick tang it dripped along his tongue. At work, he dealt with both males and females of all species, and was often complimented for his mouthwork on both: however, he preferred to fill his maw with thick, hard cock when he could, and because of this, tended to put more effort and heart into what he did with his studs. He could tell that all his practice resulted in quite a profound effect on his skill, too: his first time sucking a guy off, he could not get him to moan, sigh, grunt, groan, or yip anywhere near as often as this cute foxboy whose sack he occasionally pressed his chin into. Also, he had never made someone wriggle and writhe as much as this before, so that was also a good sign.

William gasped and let a shudder run its course through his already-tingling body - "Oh, God, Alex..." That fantastic muzzle dove down one, two, three more times, each time burying his cock completely within its warm depths, and that was all he could take .He shuddered once more, his breathing peaked, he barked out a high-pitched gasp of a moan, and finally, bucked his hips and shot his own cum into the throat of the otter, who drank it all down and then remained at his tip to swallow what came after.

The fox slumped back against the wall, paw resting lazily on Alex's shoulder, trying to get his breathing and heartbeat under control. "Fuck..." he murmured, and licked his lips. "Haven't cum like that in... shit, I don't know how long."

"Hey, that's why I do what I do." Alex wiped the back of his paw across his mouth and stood. "Hey, uh... do you have a pen and a piece of paper?"

"Uh. Yeah." While William searched through the drawers for the requested items - and still panting heavily - Alex pulled his clothes back on. When he turned back around upon finding them, his eyes met a less revealed form as before, but one still undeniably sexy.

"Alright... here." He scribbled something down and handed it back. "Well, thanks for this, William. I sure enjoyed myself, and you can be sure I'll come back."

"Oh, no, the pleasure was mine - thank you."

"You have a good day, okay, foxy? Hell, maybe I'll ask my people about you. I hear they haven't found someone to play Haide in Space Harlots 4 yet."

The door clicked shut behind him. William looked down at the paper: in somewhat-uneven handwriting read 'Alex Long', followed by a phone number, and then a cute little 'call me, cutie!'

He smiled to himself and started preparing for his next patron.