Coffee Break
I grab for my cup, bringing it to my muzzle and draining the last bit of cold coffee it holds, then set it back down on my desk. A quick glance at the clock on the wall behind me tells me I still have three hours to go before my shift begins. Cursing myself under my breath for not finishing my projects before now, I trudge onward, praying with every ounce of my being that I can manage to finish them before my boss comes in tomorrow and demands "His" presentation to the board of directors. The bastard probably won't even give me credit, and gain a promotion in the process if everything goes smoothly.
I keep typing furiously, entering a line of data here, a calculus equation there, and a few pieces of clip-art from the shoddy program they expect us to work with at this place. I'm about three-fourths done with the whole thing when my eyelids begin to feel heavier than the weights those Olympians use. Grabbing the cup, I push out my chair, get up, and slowly shamble to the break room, where the pot of coffee I prepared earlier waits for me. Reaching out a paw, I push open the door, and the heavenly smell of the roasted beans hits my nostrils, giving me a bit more strength. However, the pot that should be on the warmer is nowhere to be seen.
"Aw hell, what the fuck? Like I got enough problems as it is..." I growl with as much rage as I can muster at this ungodly hour. The smell of coffee is still quite strong in here...the culprit can't be too far ahead of me. I dart back out into the hallway, looking for a sign of where the thief ran off to, but aside from the slowly fading scent of my slow-roasted prize, I see nothing that can help me. Picking a random hallway, I start to move, slowly padding down the dark and silent corridor. The occasional glow of a monitor some careless coworker left on or a small blinking light from the panel of some pointless system the company decided to install haunt the corridors as I look around. I feared turning on the lights in this section of the building because I didn't want to accidentally hit some alarm or something and get myself in trouble with the higher-ups.
I see a bathroom, and I figure some cold water might help wake me up a bit as I look for the coffee, so I duck inside of it. Padding over to the sink, I turn on the faucet and look up in the mirror. My reflection always reminds me of how fortunate I've been since childhood. I definitely wasn't the best looking kit on the block. However, I worked hard, cut out a lot of bad foods from my diet, and used a lot of different fur product combinations before finding one that worked well for me. I grin slyly, seeing the handsome reflection of a fox grinning back at me, the deep red fur blending almost seamlessly with the white patch of fur under my muzzle. A small tuft of black headfur pokes out from between my two ears. I reach up and smooth it down. I always did like looking at least somewhat neat, even if I'm not trying to impress anyone.
"Heh, they've got you workin' late tonight too?"
I jump and look to my side, and see a gray wolf standing there. He's wearing a standard white business shirt, black dress pants, and a solid green tie, which, by coincidence or by his own choosing, accents his eyes perfectly. I've never really talked to him, but I do see him around the office a lot. Works in a different department, I think. Really cute guy, though. Sadly, my experience tells me that he's probably straight or taken, but that hasn't stopped me from catching a few looks at him when he's not looking.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya. Just heard the water running in here and wanted to see who might be in here," he said.
"Nah, you're fine, I just wasn't expecting anyone else to be here this late. Why are you here, if I might ask?"
"Ah, they wanted me to stay late tonight and test out a new program they're thinking about using throughout the building. My job is to do everything I can to try and make it crash, and see where all the bugs are at." His composure straightens up a little and he smirks, giving the impression that he truly loves doing what he just described to me. I return the smile and explain my predicament to him. After I finish talking, he nods, saying, "Yeah, I can totally understand where your coming from. Had a few instances like that, actually. I wish you the best of luck."
"Thanks." I reply. "But right now I just need to find out where the fuck the pot of coffee I made went to. There's no more beans to make a new batch and I'm gonna fall asleep at my desk if I don't get some soon."
"Shit, was that yours? Ugh, I'm so sorry, I took it to my desk for a bit of energy myself. I feel like such an ass now...I didn't think there was anyone left in the building, so I figured it was up for grabs. Wanna come back to my office and grab a cup of what's left?" He opens the door to the bathroom and beckons me out. I pad out to the hallway, turn, and say, "Um, I don't think I caught your name..."
He closes the door and starts padding off further down the hall. "It's Cameron. Cameron Newland. And who may I say is inquiring?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." I reply. "I'm Scott Timor."
"Well, it's nice to finally get to meet your acquaintance, Scott." He said, turning at a corner, where a light shone out from one of the doors at the end of the hallway. "I've seen ya around the place a lot, but I guess the hustle and bustle of the workday doesn't allow for much time to socialize."
"Heh, I understand completely. These guys are satanic...I think they're actually trying to break our spirits with this impossible workload." I continue to walk behind him, glancing down occasionally to view the tail poking out of the back of his pants. The long, silver-gray appendage swings gently back and forth in a fluid motion with every step he takes. I lift my head just in time as he stops in front of the office.
"After you, Scott." He says, holding his arms out to show me in. I pad in and look around the place. It was definitely one of the nicer offices I'd seen, probably reserved for the employees who weren't quite management, but could easily rank up if they wanted to. A few pictures hung around the room, but they were mostly scenes of nature and landscapes. A second chair rests next to the wall, and sit myself down in it. Cameron closes the door and sits at his desk, pulling out two cups from a desk drawer and filling them up with my coffee pot.
"Thanks." I say, reaching out and taking one of the cups after he fills it to the brim. I take a sip and thank every god in existence that it is still warm. The fluid inside gives me energy in minutes, and I feel like I can finally go on a couple more hours to get my work done.
"You know, it's kind of funny, happening upon you in the dead of night like this. Makes me wonder if you planned it or not." Cameron grins, setting his now empty cup down on his desk.
"Planned what?" I ask, a bit confused as to what he's talking about.
He laughs. "Don't play coy with me, Scott. I've seen ya checking me out around the office. I've actually been kind of disappointed that you haven't talked to me sooner. I've been anxious to see if this attention comes from a good source. Plus..." He stands up, padding slowly over to me, then grabs my paw, pulling me up to stand with him. "I happen to think you're quite a sexy guy. Been tempted to just come on over myself and ask ya out." I can hear the soft swishing of his tail wagging back and forth as he says this, my own tail twitching with more and more excitement as he speaks.
"Really?" I exclaim, my heart pounding inside of my chest. I feel the warmth of his paws, the soft fur on them brushing gently against my own pawpads. "I...I don't know what to say...I've...I feel the same way towards you." He brings his face close to mine until our noses touch. I feel a slight pressure right where he rests his cold, leathery nose, and almost instinctively I open my mouth and give his nose a soft, warm lick. I see his response throughout his body as he shivers from head to toe. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me toward him, pushing his muzzle against mine and giving me a deep, passionate kiss, which I more than happily return.
Cameron pulls back and laughs. "You know, there won't be anyone coming into this place for at least another three hours..."
I grin, suddenly becoming aware of the hot sensation of my shaft, straining tighter and tighter against my pants with every passing moment. "I thought you'd never ask." I start to unbuckle my belt and undo my zipper, the anticipation of freeing my maleness building. Cameron has already finished taking his own pants off, but he still wears his shirt and tie, although they look a bit disheveled. He reaches over and pushes downward on me gently, sitting me down onto the floor. He finishes undoing my pants and slowly slides them off until my lower body is exposed to the office air.
He leans over me, giving me another kiss, then rubs his paws down my legs, his claws grazing against the skin below my fur. He strokes back up them, bringing one of his paws close to my shaft, teasing the fur around it with a finger before caressing the rising warmth from the base to the tip. A surge of electricity runs through my body as he does so, making me gasp weakly.
"What a cute little dick you have, Scott." Cameron chuckles, his black lips twisting upwards into a smile. "Though, I think I might need to take a closer inspection..you never can tell till you get a close up, you know?" He dips his head downwards, moving his muzzle closer and closer to my shaft until I feel his hot, moist breath on it. His tongue slides out of his muzzle and touches it to my shaft before slowly lapping up. I shiver involuntarily, unable to control a sudden twitching in my left footpaw or vocalize more than a few panted moans and soft murrs.
Cameron ceases his licking. I see a twinkle in his eye. He has something devious planned, but what it exactly is, I'm not sure. He takes his boxers off, revealing a thick, pink shaft to match my own. His paw reaches out and pulls me up to his lap, where he positions my tail just above his maleness. I can feel its heat on the sensitive fur under my tail. He looks at me, and for a moment, our eyes meet, and I have never seen more passion in a person's stare than I see in the emerald eyes that look back at me. The moment ends, however, as I'm pushed gently down onto his shaft.
I wince in pain as his shaft slowly penetrates my tailhole. I've forgotten how long it's been since its been worked out like this. I resist Cameron's push downward momentarily, taking a break so I don't get hurt too much in the process. I fill the pause by leaning in and giving him another kiss, which he returns to me, his tongue just as skilled in my muzzle as it was on my shaft. His paws rub up and down my sides, caressing my crimson fur gently with his fingers. I reach up and play with his pecs, stroking my thumbs over his small, grey nipples as my paws pass by them. I break the kiss, feeling rested enough to continue my descent down his shaft. Gripping my paws under his armpit for support, I glide downward, the pain not quite as bad as before, but enough to make me grit my teeth as I'm filled more and more with his hard, pulsing shaft.
I see the look of ecstasy glide across Cameron's face. Quiet moans escape his muzzle as I slide further and further down his hard, pink shaft. His hips begin pushing into me, driving himself further into my tailhole, then pulling out again, his arms wrapping tightly around my back. I feel his claws digging into the skin below my fur while he continues his rhythmic thrusts. It feels like a minute passes by, then Cameron does something interesting. He lowers his muzzle down and wraps his lips around my hot, throbbing maleness, still pounding his own shaft into me. My body, already overloading with input, is sent into spasms when he starts licking up my shaft, pushing his muzzle down and lifting it back up my dick with a gentle sucking motion, all timed perfectly with his thrusts.
I clench my toes, clawing my fingers into the cheap office carpet. I feel pressure building up inside of me, and I know I won't last much longer if Cameron continues. My soft yelps and moans increase in volume and frequency, signaling Cameron of my impending release. I think he catches on, because he slows down his muzzle while picking up speed with his thrusting. I feel his anticipation emanating from every grunted moan, from every shove into my tailhole. He breaks off from my shaft, trading the warm, moist confines of his muzzle for his large, fuzzy paw. The pads feel a bit rough along my maleness, but I'm definitely not complaining. He pushes his now free muzzle against mine, kissing me just as deeply as before, tracing paths along my lips and the interior of my mouth with his tongue. His paw starts to pump up and down along my maleness, continuing the work where his muzzle left off.
The sensations become too much. My body tingles everywhere as I yelp, releasing onto Cameron's paw and stomach. A few seconds later Cameron pushes hard, knotting himself into me. A couple more deep thrusts and I feel a rush of warmth throughout my tailhole, filling me with his release. We both fall over on our sides, still locked in a deep kiss. I run my paw across Cameron's cheek, gently massaging his light grey fur. The room's smell is pungent with sweat, sex, and masculinity. We'll need to clean it up before we leave, but for now, I'm simply enjoying the soft embrace of the wolf wrapped up in my arms.
Cameron breaks the kiss and looks back at me with those same brilliantly emerald eyes. "Wow...that was..." He begins to say before I cut him off. "Oh, absolutely..." Cameron pulls himself slowly out of me, apparently calmed down enough to do so. He reaches up into a desk drawer and pulls out a few handkerchiefs, handing one to me. "This should help ya clean up a bit. Bathroom isn't too far either, if you need it."
"I should be fine, don't worry." I reply. We stare at each other for a moment. He looks a bit embarrassed. "Is something wrong, Cameron?"
"Nah, not really, I just...I don't usually go that quickly, you know? I've always had a nice dinner or gone to some show before, you know, being swept off my paws like that..." He said.
I laugh. "Is that all? Well, how about this. You free Friday night?"
"I should be, unless something major comes up."
"Alright then. I want you to meet me at the Megaplex 15 downtown at 6 P.M. Afterwards, we escape to a restaurant of your choosing, and see where things take us from there. Deal?"
Cameron grins. "Well, how can I refuse an offer from such a sweet fox? You have yourself a deal, Scott." I return the smile, padding forward and pulling him into one more long embrace, tail wagging behind me in excitement. We release each other, cracking open the door of the office and spraying around a ton of deoderizer to cover up our activities. We kiss again, then I grab my coffee pot and leave to finish up my projects with a renewed vigor that coffee could never provide.