Maybe It’s Just Stress!!
#12 of Commissions by Gruffy
This story was commissioned by
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"Rooney, do you have those Smith papers?"
The seven-foot tall wolf's muzzle jumped up from his computer screen, to look at the bear peering at him over the top of his cubicle walls, Rooney, the wolf, surely almost a comical sight, sitting in such a small space and filling it mostly with himself. He gave the bear a bit of a glance, and threw one beefy leg over another as he turned around on his swiveling, wheeled chair, and rummaged through the papers strewn around his desk.
"Uhh, sure, Mike, gimme a sec..." the wolf mumbled.
Fuck me, the wolf thought, why the hell was he this horny today? He'd been popping boners all day, and what made it even more embarrassing was that usually happened whenever someone came by his cubicle in the office. That forced the big wolf to either sit really close to his desk or otherwise hide his lap, and this was no exception, now that his co-worker was breathing on his neck for those stupid papers. It really was difficult to concentrate like that, what's with the continuous throbbing in his pants. Hiding a nine-inch erection wasn't easy, either, especially since the temptation to grab it and play with it was strong.
"Ah, here!" the wolf declared as he found the manila envelope, "the Smith papers, they should be all here!"
"Thanks, Rooney!" the bear smirked as he took the envelope from the wolf.
A spark of pleasure shot through the wolf's balls, and he had to grit his teeth briefly as he put his paw down.
"Uh...thanks, Mike!"
The bear lumbered away, leaving the wolf to sit there, feeling hot and bothered and mostly disinterested with his work now. Not that doing such junior duties for a big ass insurance company really offered the challenges he wanted, but it was a job. There were career opportunities.
Plink!
But before that, there were endless emails to receive and answer to, the wolf snorted as he turned about on his chair and faced his computer again, and opened the email client to check the latest incomer...yes...sender...a client, obviously, recipient...Rooney Jackson...
His cock throbbed in his pants, and the wolf was pretty sure that he was actually leaking precum in there - shit! What if he'd make enough for it to make a wet spot or something, or the scent would start to come through? He didn't mind being musky, but smelling like sex was bound to make the bitches interested, and the guys...feel intimidated by such a studly wolf...hmm...sending out such emissions.
"Right," the wolf muttered, "...dear Mister Rooney..."
His sheath twitched.
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Rooney felt damn tired once he finally dragged his ass home, paws loaded with shopping bags after a visit that'd been thankfully mostly void of erections. He still felt a bit puzzled after his oddly persistent horniness - maybe it was because he hadn't jacked off in the morning, only played around with it a little in the shower, but hadn't felt like more...well, that'd be easy to fix sooner or later, he thought, as he stepped into his apartment and noticed a few articles of mail on the floor. The wolf put his shopping down and bent over to pick up the letters and adverts...yeah...he was right...bills...damn electricity, damn internet...
The wolf gasped - standing there, holding the stack of mail in his paws, his cock suddenly throbbed and filled out in his sheath, pressing into the fabric of his neat pants. The wolf's tail swished with frustration - he just couldn't understand why he'd suddenly boned up for what must've been the 20th time during the day. It was simply odd, ridiculous, even, the wolf thought as he growled and tossed the mail down to the little table in the hallway. He was hungry, too, and the steak he'd bought would have to simmer for a while, well, he could check out Facebook or the like while waiting.
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Fap-fap-fap.
Rooney grunted, biting his teeth together and with one footpaw stomping the floor as he stared at the video running on his computer screen, a big bear getting fucked by a really well hung moose while the wolf kept jerking off wildly, paw practically flying over his nine inches while his other paw squeezed and massaged his knot for all it was worth.
"Nghhh...."
The stroking felt as good as ever, rubbing his slick length like there was no tomorrow, playing with his knot, feeling that great tingle rising from his balls, warming up his insides, but...but it just...
"Rhjggg..."
The horse on the video pulled out of the bear's ass and shot a huge spoogy load over the bear's fuzzy black back while the bear held his ass cheeks spread and apart with his own paws to try and catch a bit of a creampie...the wolf whimpered, watching the extra hot, naughty play on screen play out while his paw jerked up and down spasmodically, pounding into his knot until it was almost hurting...tongue lolling out of his muzzle while he panted, so close to that great, hot orgasm he deserved, to get that spunk pouring out of his big, sweaty balls...
After another half an hour, he just had to give up, feeling like he'd just run ten miles, and really, both his arm and his cock were starting to hurt.
"Damn..." the wolf panted, looking at the pre-covered mess of his belly...and couldn't even feel happy with that.
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"And you don't use any kind of blood pressure medication, or antidepressant medication, or...?"
The wolf squirmed on his seat while the white-coated otter doctor listed out further private questions, all of which he answered with a resounding no.
"Well, I think next step ought to be a brief physical examination. Could you please take of your pants and sit down on that exam couch, please?"
Rooney rumbled under his breath as he got up from the chair and prepared to submit. From the corner of his eye he saw the otter reach out for a box of latex gloves. The wolf huffed.
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"Yes, there is nothing unusual in the physical appearance of your genitals, or your prostate, no signs of enlargement or the like..."
"Uh...thanks..."
"Have you felt particularly stressed at work recently, Mister Jackson?"
"Uh...who doesn't?"
"Perhaps this is a matter of stress, indeed. Delayed ejaculation is very often related to stress, so I would suggest that you do some exercise, eat healthily and enjoy yourself in non-sexual for a few days, and you should definitely not put any psychological pressure on yourself over this situation. It happens even to men of your age, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about!"
"Okay...thanks...I guess..."
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Rooney's phone was ringing, but the wolf was loathe to move to answer...he'd slept badly, and now the phone was waking him up way too early for a Saturday...but it kept going and going...guh...the wolf growled to himself, rolled onto his belly (sandwiching a proud morning boner in the process, which caused a whimper from him) before he grabbed the phone.
Kane.
Damn it...it'd been a few days since they'd talked....huh...
"Uh, hello?" the wolf rumbled.
"Rooney, hi!"
The wolf snorted when his trapped cock throbbed against his belly, his pent-up balls pulsing too to remind him that they hadn't been drained in a week now and were bulging with his unused masculine juices.
"Hey, buddy," the wolf yawned, "wassup?"
"Oh, you know, just chillaxing, nothing too serious, such a nice Saturday, I think!"
"Hmm...yeah..." the wolf muttered, not really feeling it now that he'd barely slept, and his felt like they were swollen or something, not to mention that his cock, after so many erections and so much unsuccessful jerking off had become kinda...sensitive, and even now, rubbing against the sheets, it felt almost raw.
"What have you been up to, Rooney?"
"Unhhhn...."
"Hmmm?"
"Just the usual, I guess, you know, work and stuff..."
"I like stuff!"
"Yeah..."
"Say, since we're not doing anything today, why don't you come over?" the cheetah spoke. "I'm sure we could think of something nice we could do, Rooney, do you think so too?"
The wolf snorted as cock splurted pre onto his sheets, making his belly feel slick...damn...it was as if he'd cummed a bit, but it certainly didn't feel like it...he was just so damn pent up...throbbing and pulsing and no matter of humping was going to scratch that particular itch. Damn cheetah, sounding so cheerful and energetic, this early in the day...what did he do to make it happen, the wolf wasn't sure, but he felt envious...and horny, and...
...inspired...
...the cheetah...
...fuck, of course, forget jerking off, he thought, his ears perking happily as he laid on the bed, now that'd be the solution to his troubles, the cheetah could be insatiable, and wasn't that what he was too, now, Rooney thought, just needing sex...and lots of it...
"Hell yeah, dude!" the wolf growled into the phone, and hoped that it'd sound sexy. "I'll be around in...say, forty-five minutes?"
"How very nice," the cheetah purred, "thanks, Rooney!"
"Uhh...sshh...thanks!"