Session No. 5
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"Gage?"
I sighed as I was interrupted from my work. Not that I was angry; it was a habit more than anything, and it was easy to misinterpret my sigh as frustration or irritation. I turned to look at Ms. Falkner, the vixen that interrupted me who flinched as I do so. One day, she will learn to relax...
"Yes?" I responded as politely as I could.
"You have a phone call waiting for you upstairs," she reported, not looking me in the eye.
Strange...I never get work related phone calls. I hadn't sent in a request for scores or parts, so it couldn't have been a publishing company. Even then, I normally give out my cell for ease of contact.
"Who is it?" I asked, scratching my chin.
"He didn't say." Ms. Falkner looked like she was about ready to faint.
"Okay, I'll take it."
"He's on line four."
"Thank you, Ms. Falkner. I'll be up in a moment." The petite fox dashed out of my room, heels clicking all the way.
If he needed me that badly, he could wait a few minutes as I finished this part. It was taking a bit longer than I anticipated, but I did feel a little better about stopping with a finished part rather than one that wasn't finished. I grunted as I stood up, exiting my chamber of music. I climbed the stairs, and headed into the ticket office. I grabbed the phone and pushed the Line Four button that was still blinking red.
"This is Gage," I grunted, not sure what to expect on the other end of the line.
"Good. I need your help with something," a low hushed voice answered.
"Who is this, and what can I do to help?" I asked, frowning.
"That's not as important. Uh...Don't worry, I'm not a scammer or anything, I swear. But, uh, could you meet me after you're finished with your work, which is in two hours, by the corner of Main and Fifth? I know it's a short distance from there..."
"Uh-huh. What do you need help with?" I was becoming quite skeptical about this. I'm not stupid; he was probably trying to rob me or something as he gave me a specific location outside of my place of employment.
"I have a problem, Gage, and you're the only one who I think that could really help me. With the certain set of skills you have, this could be the answer I need," the mystery caller continued. He was beginning to sound desperate. Maybe he wasn't trying to kill me...
"Look, I know it sounds absurd, but trust me. I'm not trying to harm you. I'll prove it when you get here. Just...please."
...
...but god damn, I'm a sap. I knew something was up, but god damn if he was the best actor in the world. I arrived at the corner of Main and Fifth five minutes after my shift ended. I sat on the stone bench, waiting for someone to show up and suddenly stab me or something dramatic. Several people walked by, but none of them stopped to even look at me. Cars and buses zoomed by, but none stopped for me. I sighed. I knew this was a joke. I was sitting here, played by someone that somehow knew my name and work schedule, just twiddling my thumbs. I glanced at my phone. It was ten minutes past our meeting time. What a jerk, asking for help, requesting me to be at a specific location at a specific time and then being late.
I made my decision. I would wait five more minutes, and then I'm headed home.
I sat with my arms crossed, honestly hoping he didn't show up. I mean, shit. I didn't know what the guy wanted, and I felt very vulnerable out here. Fortunately, I was in public, so there would be lots of witnesses if he tried to attack me or something, not that I wanted him to, but sometimes it's good to be prepared for the worst.
Time's up. Damn this guy...I sighed and stood up. So much for that. I turned around, and-
"Oh shit!" I cried out as I bumped into someone, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
"Ouch, that hurt..." the guy rubbed his head. The guy on the ground was a wolffit, one of the rare hybrid species that populated the world. Though he was mostly wolf, his ears gave away his rabbit heritage as they were disproportionately long. He probably stood at about 5'10'', but his ears would probably make him about 6'2'' or 6'3''. With the exception of the white fur that lined his neck and the underside of his muzzle, the rest of his fur was dusty brown. He was a skinny guy too; he weighed no more than 150 pounds. He had a runner's build though, so he wasn't just skin and bone.
His face was soft wolf's face, and I could easily see the rabbit resemblance, though it molded so well that at first glance, you really couldn't notice. His nose was slightly larger than a wolf's, and the rest of the muzzle was a little shorter and a tad more blunt than one would normally see on a canid specimen, but his hazel eyes had a wolf-like appearance to them.
"Oh geez, I'm sorry man!" I stuck out my paw to help him up. He took it and I easily lifted him up. He dusted off his black jeans and white T-shirt when he stood up.
"There you are, Gage."
I froze. This was the guy who had talked to me on the phone.
Yeah, he looked harmless.
"You must be the guy who needed help...?"
"Yes I am. Sorry for being brief, I didn't have a lot of time to talk," the wolffit scratched the back of his head, making his long ears twitch.
"So what do you need help with?" I asked, folding my arms.
"Well, it is kind of embarrassing, but-oh! Bruno is here."
A sleek black limo pulled up unexpectedly. The door automatically opened, revealing the luxurious grey leather interior.
"Please, step inside," the wollfit, hoped in, scooting over a bit so I could get in.
"Uh-huh. And then you're going to kill me, right? Look, if you want money, I can give you what I have, but-"
"I don't need money," he cut me off abruptly and gritted his teeth. "I need to get off," he admitted as his gripped his crotch, emphasizing his point.
I was taken aback by his forwardness.
"Please?" he looked at me with pleading eyes. I hesitated. I hate to see others go by sexually pent up, but being asked by a random stranger to solve their sexual problem was by far the most bold thing I've ever encountered.
"Fine, just don't kill me. Work wouldn't like that..." I grumbled, and stepped inside of the limo.
As soon as I shut the door, faint interior lights turned on, allowing me to see inside. It was quite a spacious vehicle; the grey leather seats could probably fit about fifteen people total, and the center of the floor was open, leaving room for a good sized table if needed. The limo still smelled of leather, and the window in the front of the seating area revealed the silhouette of the large dragon that was driving. The windows were tinted, giving us privacy. I heard the vehicle shift gears, and soon we were off to wherever we were going.
"My name's Galen, by the way," the brown wolffit offered his paw. I shook it briefly.
"Mine is Gage, but apparently you already knew that," I said with a defensive tone.
"Yeah, perks of the job, you know? I work with the government in domestic surveillance and stuff."
"So you've been spying on me?" I cocked an eyebrow. His ears flattened a little.
"That's my job. I can't say much beyond that, but yeah. To put it short, I've...kind of been watching you for some time. I know you're good at what you do, so I decided to give you a call to help with my problem," he admitted almost shamefully.
"You couldn't just jack off or something?"
"You think I would be calling you if I hadn't tried that already?" he almost yelled at me. Clearly, his agitation was a main source of concern. "Sorry, it's just...it's been interfering with work, and if I ask for some time off, they're going to laugh at me or something," Galen looked at the ground.
As suspicious as this had seemed when it first started, I could see that the guy really needed help. There was a small tent in his pants, giving the tell-tale signs of his predicament. Galen's face was flush with arousal, though pent up sexual frustration was there as well. Beyond that, he wasn't bad looking as well; he was actually kind of cute in a way. He was older than me by almost ten years, but looked like a passable 24-year-old.
"I know this is kind of weird, even for me. I'm...I'm kind of a fan, actually. I've been impressed by your reputation around here, and I thought with your skills, you'd be the best person to contact," Galen looked down at the floor.
"There's no shame in asking for help, you know. I was just kind of taken aback by the fact that you called me. I probably would have been less suspicious if you just told me what you needed. Good thing I'm a bit pent up, too, you know..." I grinned. Galen looked up with hope in his eyes.
"You're serious?" he asked in partial disbelief.
"Sure, why not. I'd hate to see someone suffer from a bad case of blue balls, and it's a plus if they're cute, too," I winked.
"Awesome!" Galen cheered, suddenly taking off his shirt, revealing his toned lithe body. For a guy that was hesitant to ask for sex, he sure stripped without thinking, not that I was complaining. I took off my black polo, taking the time to fold it neatly and placing it on the leather seat next to me. By the time I stood up, Galen was already naked, clothes strewn across the seats in the corner. My eyes were naturally drawn to his crotch. Seven inches of pink canid flesh was already hard and throbbing. Heavy looking balls settled in the bottom of his loose sac, hanging just barely off the edge of the seat.
"Well that was quick," I commented, placing my paws on my hips.
"I just wanted to enjoy the show a bit," Galen shrugged, looking somewhat cocky as he sat there with his arms behind his head.
I noted how swollen his balls were; he wasn't kidding about being pent up, but I figured a little more teasing wouldn't hurt him too much. I slowly unfastened my belt, making sure to take my time taking it off. I took off my shoes and socks, placing them deliberately in the far corner. I walked backwards a bit to the center of the floor, and began to take off my black slacks and red briefs slowly, making sure he got to examine every inch of flesh that was exposed to him. The A/C of the limo cooled my ass as it fully became exposed to Galen. I held my legs tightly together, not just to show off my powerful glutes, hamstrings, and calves, but to prevent him from seeing the cock and balls he was after. I wasn't hard yet, but the familiar throb within my sheath told me that it wouldn't be long before I was. I slowly erected myself, taking the time to pull my legs out of pants and fold them neatly, as I did with the rest of my clothes.
I finally turned around, allowing my balls to swing freely. Galen looked rather pleased as he soaked in the sight of my body. His paw was gripping his shaft, but not moving as he was only relieving a tiny fraction of the pressure he was feeling.
"Could you flex for me a bit? I mean, I really do like a guy with muscles, you know?" he asked, blushing ever so slightly.
How could I say no?
Now, I'm no body builder, so I'm not terribly impressive in regards to my size. But, I imitated one as I brought one arm up and flexed, watching the vein rise above the surface of my bicep at the peak of the two muscles. Galen got up from his seat, cock leading the way towards my body. He gently squeezed the muscle. It gave only slightly, but his cock throbbed and a spurt of pre landed on my abs, leaving a sticky trail connecting our bodies, so I assumed he enjoyed it. His paws rubbed against my chest, and I flexed my pecs, making him feel the hardened muscle. Again, they weren't large by any means, but they were to his satisfaction as he moaned into me, rubbing his face along my neck. A wandering paw snaked downwards, lightly grazing my abs before tugging at my sheath. I moaned from the sudden contact, and my own flaccid cock spilled out over his paw.
He gasped as it began to harden. I grinned at he placed his paw around it, testing its girth. It probably wasn't much thicker than his own cock, but there's always a special feeling that flows through your body when handling someone else's bigger cock. A drop of pre formed as my shaft reached its peak at eleven inches and spilled over the tip of my cock, dripping down the side. He dragged his finger, smearing it into my skin, eliciting a sharp breath from me. More clear fluid dripped out, and he played with it some more.
I sat down in the seat nearest to me, letting him play with my cock some more. He lapped at the tip, his smooth tongue dancing along as it picked up whatever pre it could. I gently pat his head, hoping that this was helping his condition some, even though I should be attending to his needs. He gripped my shaft with both paws, took a deep inhale, and took the plunge.
I resisted the urge to buck hips as his warm mouth enveloped my cock. I let out a guttural moan, and a spurt of pre squirted into his mouth. He got as far as he could comfortably, and then paused before coming back up. He bobbed his head and used his tongue on the underside of my shaft, making bits of pleasure course through my nervous system.
"I thought this was supposed to be about you," I moaned. My shaft left his mouth, flopping onto my stomach.
"It will be. Can I not admire your body?" he asked, giving my shaft another lick. I groaned as he tenderly fondled my balls, rolling them around in his palm.
"Can't we admire each other's together?" I suggested, lowering myself on the floor of the limo.
"I suppose," he winked. We turned in opposite directions so that we were facing each other's crotch and we both went to work. His mouth was attached to mine again, sucking at the tip to extract more pre. Instead of directly going for his cock, I went for his balls. The swollen orbs looked so tender that if I had any hopes of helping him, I'd have to start there. I gripped them gently, and flinched slightly as an unexpected spurt of pre shot from him body landing on my chest. He moaned around the tip of my cock, the vibrations traveling up my spine. Grinning, I rubbed his balls as he did mine, watching him spazz slightly as they rolled around in my paw. Moving my paw along his throbbing shaft, I lapped at the tender balls with my tongue.
"Ohhh...!" he moaned, turning onto his back, letting my cock flop against my thigh. Following suit, I crawled over him in a pseudo-dominant position. He gently grabbed my shaft once more, stroking the base while suckling on the tip. I continued to fondle his balls, making him squirm lightly underneath me. His hips bucked lightly as his cock was guided by the shallow crevasse of my pecs, making it slick with pre. As I picked up his balls, I had a nice view of his the tight star of his anus. Grinning to myself, I took a finger and lightly pressed against it. Galen's body shivered underneath me, and my chest was dampened with another spurt of pre.
"Shit!" I yelled as the limo hit a huge bump, knocking me off balance. Thankfully, I landed on the other side of Galen, but our rhythm had been temporarily ruined. Grunting, Galen lifted his legs up and presented his back side to me. At least he didn't beat around the bush with what he wanted, though his bold actions were certainly juxtaposed nicely with his quiet demeanor.
I crawled up to him, and sucked my finger until it was good and wet. With a wet pop, I released it from my mouth and pressed it against his hole, this time actually seeking entrance. It slid in smoothly, and his body twitched with pleasure. He moaned out loud, face contorting with bliss. Who know such a simple act could bring so much joy? I wiggled my digit around, making sure to stretch as much as I could. I don't think Galen could stand the patience of having a second and third finger added judging by the way he was looking at me with desperation in his eyes. Seeing his need, I lifted his legs on my shoulders, brought my slickened cock to his entrance, and pushed in.
"Fuck..." I moaned. He was tight, almost painfully so. His face crunched up as though he was in pain, but judging by how his cock throbbed and several drops of pre were leaking out the tip, I'd have to say he was actually enjoying it somewhat despite the discomfort of having my big cock lodged inside of him.
Getting inside of him was an arduous task as inch after inch was driven slowly into his depths. I was beginning to sweat lightly from the exertion of the slow pace. Galen moaned continuously as my cock invaded his innards. I grunted as I hit a rough spot that was about seven inches in. I waited a moment for Galen to adjust, feeling his hole quiver around my cock. A small wave of pleasure ran through my body as he clenched repeatedly, sending a spurt of pre in to his depths. His cock was twitching along his belly, so at least he was still enjoying himself.
I pulled out, relishing in the feeling of his tightened sphincter running along my shaft as it popped free. I pressed the tip of my cock against his hole again, rubbing it slightly making him squirm. I pushed back in, relishing in his still tight passage. It was easier to maneuver inside as his body accommodated to my size, and soon enough, I was deeply hilted inside.
I ground my hips lightly in circles as Galen moaned loudly underneath me. His cock was continually leaking pre, making a mess of his belly. He may be pent up, but his endurance while being so was certainly impressive. I lightly grazed his cock with my fingers, making it jump as it swatted his stomach. My balls pulsed lightly, and I began to move.
I made slow and steady thrusts inside of him, wearing away the tightness he had. He was quickly adjusting rather well, and I was able to speed up my pace in a short amount of time. My balls slapped against his rear, brushing up against his fluffy tail that tickled the underside of my sac.
"Harder," he moaned, pushing against me. I thrust with a little more force, making his whole body move against the fine carpet. The vibration from the moving vehicle was adding to the mix; it was hard to say how fast we were going, but I knew that we were on the freeway as I felt my whole body vibrate. Various street lamps shined inside the limo, adding to the interior lights. I don't know if the driver knew what we were doing as his window was tinted in our favor of privacy, but I think he had a fair idea judging on how loud we were. Galen groaned again as I built up a moderately fast pace. The passage had become slick due to my pre and certain aided in my thrusts. Galen was jacking off as I almost pounded into him; surely he must be close...
"Shit!" I yelled again as we hit another bump. I landed deeply inside of Galen, his mouth agape with bliss. I grit my teeth as a surge of pleasure shot through my body. I felt my balls tighten, but I held off, still thrusting inside of him. I braced myself on the seat above us, throwing caution in the wind. If I was going to blow now, I better make the best use of time I had left. More slaps filled the compartment as I thrust into his body, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to set fire to his nerves.
Another bump on the road sent me to orgasm. My cock slipped out, and I quickly grabbed it, trying to contain the potential mess. Ropes of cum splattered along Galen's belly and chest as my orgasm spurred on, before finally coming to a halt after a good twenty seconds or so. It wasn't my best time, but it wasn't about me tonight. Galen rubbed his paw along his chest, almost purposefully mixing the cum into his fur. I sat back on to my behind, amazed he hadn't cum yet. I mean shit, his balls looked like they were about to explode from the pressure, and his cock throbbed wildly; his knot hadn't even formed yet!
"Can I try?" He asked, voice raspy with need. There was slight desperation in his voice, and it certainly wouldn't hurt to let him try. I got up on all fours, and moved my tail to the side, presenting myself to him. Galen crawled towards me and sat up on his knees. Without any further encouragement, he shoved all seven inches inside of me, making me yelp from the sudden intrusion.
His hips went on autopilot. Like an engine piston, he was constantly moving, jamming along my insides as if he lost control. Not that I minded; there's something very arousing about being taken with abandon. No thoughts involved, just the primal desire to fuck. My cock hardened again as he rammed against my prostate causing a new droplet of pre to form at my tip before dripping on the floor. Despite his smaller stature, Galen was thrusting with enough force to move my body, making my cock and balls swing heavily. His balls slapped against my own, and he cried out at the contact. Rampant slaps once again filled the compartment as pleasure spread through both of us, fueling that primal desire that snuck its way into our heads.
I felt the bit of flesh swell at the base of Galen's cock. His knot was finally beginning to form after almost twenty minutes of fucking. It wasn't large enough to make entry difficult, but the bulb of flesh was certainly large enough to put pressure on my prostate, causing more and more pre to leak out of my cock. The added friction sent delicious shivers through my body, making my balls tingle once more. Galen was practically jackhammering my ass at this point. I arched my back, and clenched a tiny bit, hoping that it'd help the poor guy over the edge.
"Gage...Fuck, I'm so close...!" He moaned. I pushed back, trying to add a little force. Our balls collided, and I swear they were larger than we first started. I reached between my legs and grabbed them, and Galen screamed above me, cock spazzing in my body.
Just then we hit another bump, and Galen's cock missed its entry, and slid along the top of my crack. But even then, I could feel it throb mightily as his orgasm unleased itself in full fury. He made no noise as his orgasm hit. Suddenly, the limo swerved. I glanced towards the window wondering why the fuck the driver was performing crazy maneuvers when I saw white fluid dripping from the window.
"Holy shit..." I whispered in awe. The window was about ten feet away, and Galen hit it with such force that the splatter radius was a good two feet from the center of the shot. I watched as several more white shots of spooge landed on the carpet, the second being about eight feet away, the third seven, and soon, I felt Galen's hot cum rain down on my own body. I heard the sounds of a dropping body and looked over at my side.
Galen turned me over, and ran his paws along my cock as he laid down next to me jacking me off. His paws were slightly twitchy, his eyes were filled with sated lust, and I was so impressed by his distance that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I growled as I came a second time. He pulled my cock towards him again, letting the cum coat his chest, leaking down towards his belly and pooling at his navel before spilling over onto his sheath, softening cock, and balls. With a contented sigh, he collapsed.
"Holy crap...." He breathed, trying to regain some composure. His hazel eyes looked out of focus, but he was at least conscious. I looked at his mess. There were several stains that lined the carpet leading towards to the window to the driver, including the shot that was splattered on the window slowly dripping down the partition. I guess that explains why he swerved.
Galen's dusty brown fur was a mess. Several spots were matted with cum, mostly on his chest. I was beginning to think that he liked the idea of being messy, and I was glad that I was able to help him with that as well as making him orgasm.
"You doing alright?" I asked as we recovered.
"I...I think so. Dang man...I needed that," his voice was still a bit raspy, but again, at least he was alive.
"I'm sure you did," I said, surveying the blast zone once more before standing up.
"Towels...towels are underneath the seats," Galen commented. "I may need...three," he laughed a bit at the mess we had made. Smiling, I lifted the seats and pulled out four green hand towels, handing three of them to Galen, who was just starting to sit up.
"We made quite a mess...Boss won't like that, but he'll live," he commented, cleaning his chest off as best as he could.
"You're using your boss's limo?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"What, you think I could afford one? Plus, he won't know as long as Bruno won't tell," he gestured to the driver.
"I'll say it. I'm impressed, Galen. Not many people can shoot with that velocity," I praised walking over to the window to wipe it off.
"Heh, I told you. I was pent up like no other. Blue balls doesn't even begin to describe how it felt. But...thanks for helping, I really appreciate it," Galen smiled at me, still trying to clean his body. "Bruno should be able to take us back to the Orchestra Hall now."
"Well, I guess that means I should get dressed. Don't want to go out naked in public," I winked.
"I don't think many people would mind terribly," Galen smirked at me. "But I guess there's only one thing left. Is there any way I can repay you? I mean, I can't afford a limo, but I'm pretty well off-"
"I'm not a prostitute, you know," I interrupted him.
"What?" he asked, confused as to why I interrupted him.
"This isn't my profession. You came to me seeking help, and I helped you. I didn't do this because I have bills to pay, or I like to sell my body."
"Sorry," he apologized, hanging his head before continuing, "I didn't mean it like that. I mean, well, I have connections and a decent set of skills of my own and, if you need anything, I could help."
"Well, you didn't offend me terribly," I laughed, "But, there is something I can give you," I said, fishing through my pants for my wallet. I pulled out a white card, and handed it to him.
"This is my...'business' card, if you'd like to call it that. You get pent up again, don't call a random stranger, just call me instead," I laughed.
"Sorry about that," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I really didn't know how to get your attention."
"Nah, man, it's fine. I just thought it was weird that someone actually called me. I enjoyed my time with you," I laughed. Galen smiled at that.
We dressed after cleaning our bodies as best as we could. We still reeked of sex, but I'm sure no one would care to notice as I walked to my car. Bruno took care to make sure we arrived safely at my destination. We bid each other farewell, and I was headed home.
I paused for a bit as I entered the garage. Galen said he worked for surveillance, did he not? Maybe...
Nah, he couldn't have been watching me through cameras. That's for conspiracy movie nuts and that doesn't happen in real life. I laughed at the thought, though it was kind of strange that he knew where I worked and what my shift was...
After the limo door closed, the wolffit pulled out his phone. Being a software engineer and working with various surveillance projects with both the private sector and the government, he was very familiar with the local security networks. Flipping through the many apps he had, Galen stopped at one particularly plain one and pressed his thumb on it. A series of small windows appeared, each one linking to a security camera nearby. Various views of streets, businesses, and other locations filled the screen. He flipped through some pages until he found what he was looking for. He clicked on the camera view, bringing it to full screen.
A tall panther just stepped inside of his black car, the very panther he just had sex with. Gage was a good guy, and though he did feel a pang of guilt watching him like this, he followed his car as it zoomed through the city. He watched with interest as it pulled into an apartment complex and parked in the lot. The panther stepped out and headed up some stairs. Though he couldn't see much else through there, he at least knew where he lived now, so visiting shouldn't be a problem.
He closed the app. He wasn't malicious about it, but Galen was quite fond of watching others who interested him live their lives. He pulled out the card Gage gave him, noting the ten digit number. Pulling up his address book, he quickly entered in his information, and saved the contact's information. Though he wasn't initially sure how it would go, the time he had spent with Gage was quite pleasant, even if his boss might yell at him for defiling government property or something like that. Galen was sure that the stress of his job would catch up with him again, and he'd most certainly take Gage for another drive through town.