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"Ohh fuck..."

Jake thought his morning couldn't get any better when as he stood at the urinal inside the city bus station, pumping his cock as hard and fast as he could while awaiting someone to interrupt him, perhaps even to catch him if they glanced over and saw him rock hard and dripping while they themselves tried to piss, he instead found someone every bit as shameless and lewd as himself. The cougar had been jerking himself off for maybe two minutes already when he heard the door open, and as he began to act like he was pissing, though of course with his cock rock hard and drooling pre it was impossible for him to actually do so in that moment, he watched another man step into place beside him. A cute guy; a fluffy, slim, brown-furred field mouse, who had barely unzipped and teased his own already semi-stiff cock free of an incredibly tight pair of jean-shorts when his own eyes darted over, saw Jake's cock, and then...

"Ohhhfuck, yesss..."

Barely another two minutes later, they were in a cubicle together. The cougar had already been out of his mind with excitement, on the brink of cumming right then and there when the mouse had reached over and grabbed his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world, starting to squeeze and pump it within one of his furless pink paws. No sooner had Jake's own hand reached over to start jerking off the mouse in kind though, revelling in how big and thick his six inch cock seemed next to the mouse's slender five, the other man had spoken to him in a high, unabashedly camp voice.

"[i]Wanna fuck me, naughty boy?[/i]"

And now, within the nearest cubicle inside that same public restroom, Jake was grunting, trembling as he rubbed his cock's tip against the mouse's pucker, the cute guy bending forward in front of him while reaching back around to grasp and spread his own buttocks apart. It wasn't just the excitement of getting to fuck the mouse that was driving the cougar wild though. It wasn't even the excitement of getting to fuck him, a total stranger, in public, something Jake had only managed to do a handful of times in the five years or so since his first forays into cruising and exhibitionism. In this particular instance, what had the cougar most worked up was the fact that as he pushed his hastily spit-lubed cock to the mouse's pucker, he felt wetness already awaiting him, and when he looked more closely under the mouse's twitching tail in the stark fluorescent lighting, he saw a glistening, oozing whiteness surrounding the mouse's asshole.

He wasn't the first.

He wasn't the first person to have fucked the mouse that day even though it was barely 8AM, and that was so, [b]so[/b] fucking hot.

"Yessss, oo-ooohhh yesss, baby. Do it. Do it to me."

The mouse gasped as Jake pushed inward, the cougar grunting as although he definitely couldn't call the mouse [i]loose[/i], he found himself amazed by just how easily his cock slid in without resistance and with only the improvised lubrication which his saliva and the pre-existing cum of whoever had been there before him offered. With the mouse's soft, lustful moans urging him on, Jake wasted no time and began to fuck the other man with the same urgency he had been jerking off just a short while prior. His mind raced between thoughts of how hot it was to be fucking a total stranger in public, and how they could now both potentially be caught if someone came in at exactly the wrong moment, if someone heard a grunt or a squeak or even the slap of thighs against buttocks before they could stop themselves. In just those couple of minutes he had spent masturbating before the mouse's arrival Jake had already gotten himself pretty damn close to cumming, his speed almost more of an asset than a frustration given how easy it made it for him to either cum, or to get to the point where he could edge himself in public. What that also meant however was that even now Jake was racing back towards the brink of orgasm, and yet before he could say anything to let the mouse know that, he heard the male's deliciously and shamelessly camp, effeminate voice moan back at him.

"Harder, baby. Don't hold back. Give me everything, I... o-oohhh, I want your cum in me."

By that point the mouse wasn't spreading his cheeks any more, and from the sounds he was making and the motion of the mouse's left shoulder, it seemed like the other man was jerking his own cock while Jake fucked him. That and his words combined to encourage Jake, to assure him that the other guy wasn't just saying that for dirty talk's sake. Thus the cougar really did hold nothing back, grasping the mouse's hips and starting to fuck the stranger harder, and harder, and harder until after barely another minute, he was mewling, grunting, struggling to utter even a few breathless words.

"Fuck. [i]Fuck[/i]. Close!"

Of course it was just seconds after that the bathroom door opened and a pair of paws began to walk across the tiled floor towards the urinals, claw-tips clicking on the solid surface and ringing almost deafeningly in Jake's ears. Even as his hips froze though, the mouse's body didn't restrain itself nearly so much, and just when he heard the sound of urine drumming against the metal back wall of the trough urinal, while faintly music reached Jake's ears, leaking slightly from the earbuds the new arrival was doubtlessly wearing, the cougar's eyes rolled back as he felt the mouse grinding and rocking his hips. He felt the other man's asshole squeezing and stimulating his already overworked and overwhelmed cock as the mouse's backside pressed back greedily against him, and even as Jake fought the urge to wail as he began to pour ribbons of cum deep into the mouse's rump, his ears twitched again at a new sound. Not music. Not the other guy continuing to innocently use the restroom without any idea of what was going on just a handful of feet away, but the less rhythmic, broken splashing of what Jake almost immediately realised was the mouse cumming too, his own cum spraying forth against the toilet over which he was leaning, and some of its strings of seed spraying down directly into its watery bowl.

Somehow, neither of them cried out. Neither of them gave themselves away, and they were still standing there, panting, trembling, when the urinal user left without washing his hands.

"Thanks, baby."

The mouse murmured, wiggling his ass free of the cougar's cock before Jake could actively step back and pull out of his own accord. Indeed, Jake was still standing there, revelling in his post orgasmic afterglow and staring down at his still mostly hard, glistening cock, when he felt the other man gently slipping past him. He blinked, and even as he looked around, the man he'd just cum inside was opening the cubicle door and stepping out. For one last moment the cute field mouse looked back through the door, winking, giggling and smiling warmly at Jake. Then he was wandering over to the sinks, washing his hands, and just like that, he was gone.

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Yosuke swallowed thickly when he saw the mouse. He never knew when that guy was going to show up. Sometimes there were just a couple of days between his visits, at least visits on days when the black bear was working the counter of his family's grocery store. Other times there would be weeks between his appearances, long enough for Yosuke to begin wondering if he might never see the man again. Never have the chance to actually talk to him, and to ask something so simple and straightforward as his name. When he saw the brown-furred rodent walk in though, dressed in a white and almost electric blue patterned tank top and denim cut-offs that clung to his thighs, all thoughts of conversation fled the bear's mind. All he could do was slip out from behind the counter, dart over to the nearby office to bashfully tell his mother he needed to take his break early today, assuring her he'd make it up as he always did, before hurrying towards the rear of the store with his heart pounding and his cock already stirring within his crisp black work pants.

The mouse was already there, browsing the frozen goods section close to the staff only doorway which led not just to the break room, but a stairwell that led up to Yosuke's family apartment. As soon as Yosuke hurried into view though, the smaller, much more slender rodent giggled and reached out a hand to the plump bear. Smooth fingers caressed Yosuke's own as he led the mouse to the staff door, through it, and past the break room. They hurried up the stairs and into Yosuke's home, through the living room and hallway into the bear's bedroom, and by the time Yosuke had even managed to pull off his work apron, never mind anything else, the mouse was lying naked on his back upon the bear's bed, tail twitching happily from side to side, cock stiff and quivering, and arms reaching down to spread apart his buttocks seemingly eager to show off to Yosuke the matted fur which surrounded his glistening, clearly recently well-fucked hole.

"Do you want me to get lube?"

Yosuke huffed even as he fumbled desperately with the buttons of his shirt while staring greedily at the mouse's backside, his compact balls and modest but gorgeous pink cock. The mouse giggled and in his soft, high voice murmured back to the bear.

"If you want some, that's fine baby, but you [i]know[/i] I'm already good and slick for you, right?"

He knew. It was always that way. It was another of the questions that he always told himself he wanted to ask the mouse, not out of judgement but simple and sincere curiosity, not to mention a great deal of excitement too. Whenever this cute, unbelievably hot and horny guy appeared, right from the very first time he had flirted with Yosuke while the bear was ringing up a basketful of stuff for him, his ass was always at least relatively freshly fucked. Loose enough, and slick enough with still wet cum within that not once had the bear needed to [i]actually[/i] use lube. Yet he always offered, not just out of basic courtesy, but because he was desperate to ensure that the mouse had a good enough time to return again and again and again.

"Mmmh, c'mon sweetie. You know what I want."

The mouse's intoxicatingly bold, camp voice drew Yosuke out of his reverie, and the now naked bear scrambled up onto his bed to join the smaller, skinnier yet still ever so soft and fluffy man. The mouse lifted his legs, curling them round the sides of Yosuke's broad hips as the bear reached between them and grasped the base of his own thick cock, guiding it into position against the wet and waiting pucker of the mouse's asshole. His heart raced and his head span, but once the tip of his cock slipped through that outer ring of more muscular flesh and felt the heat and moisture of the depths beyond, any lingering nervousness or bashfulness melted away to leave only raw, unrelenting lust within the bear. He [i]did[/i] know what the mouse wanted from him, and even if he wasn't the most outgoing, confident guy under normal circumstances, this relative stranger never failed to awaken a far more firm and forceful side of him.

With a guttural growl, Yosuke wasted no time in starting to not just fuck the mouse, but to fuck him [i]hard[/i]. And as the mouse began to squeal, to cry out giddily and shamelessly in encouragement to the bear, Yosuke could feel the mouse's slender cock twitching and straining up against the fluffy underside of his plump belly. He could feel the other man's pre-cum starting to dribble and spurt forth under the influence of the pleasure he was providing with his rough, rapid humping that would have him back down at the store to continue helping out his mother in less than a quarter of an hour. Until then though he would lay his full weight down over the moaning, squeaking mouse and let his hips do all the work. For the time being his normal, quiet life of work and hobbies and food and friends and all those other things could just wait its turn, as for just a little while he became the kind of guy with a fuck buddy. The kind of guy who didn't even ask another guy's name before ploughing him full of cum, and the kind of guy who found it so, [b]so[/b] fucking hot to know that he was just one of goodness only knew how many people the mouse would be getting fucked by that day.

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"Cum in me, baby. Mmmhhh, c'mon. Do it. Cum! Aa-ahhh, cum in me. Cum with me! [i]Oh! Ohhhhhyessss![/i]"

Robert knew he should have taken his shirt and tie off, but as he felt the mouse's seed start to streak across his expensive shirt and even more expensive silk tie, the stallion didn't care. What he cared about was his own balls draining of cum as his semi-regular visitor's sloppy ass was flooded by even more seed, this time of his making. He threw his head back, gasping, holding back his own cries regardless of how pointless it was given how loud the mouse was being, as the flared tip of his equine cock was tugged and squeezed by the mouse's motions. He felt the smaller, younger guy's hands gripping his shoulders tightly as even while the mouse came, he continued to bounce himself, to push off from the edges of the desk chair around which his pink feet were hooked and ride the horse's substantial hard-on. With a guttural whinny, Robert forced his head forward so he could look into the man's face. So he could see the ecstasy, the enthralled and determined passion on the mouse's face.

He wished he could look like that. Not just twenty five years or so younger, back when he'd barely been out of college. But... that happy. That simultaneously carefree and yet so utterly certain of what the only thing he wanted in life was, and how he could get it. He was the manager of one of the largest branches of the bank for which he worked in the whole country. He had a loving wife and two kids of his own almost ready for college themselves, all of whom he treasured and felt so, so lucky to have as a part of his life. He had wealth, stability, community, family.

"Ohh... oh god..."

Robert groaned as he silently prayed to the deity so silent in his mind, in his heart as he attended church each week. Not for deliverance from his temptations. Not for absolution for his sins. He prayed that this time, this visit would be the one to give him the courage to tell the truth to his wife, his community, his co-workers. To everyone.

He wanted to leave it all behind. To selfishly and shamelessly abandon all his responsibilities, and to vanish into a world of indulgent, gay depravity that he would not emerge from until each and every day of his life, he could see himself smiling like the unabashedly queer, camp, horny, sexy as fuck mouse, greedily draining yet another set of balls of cum at that very moment for his own blissful self-indulgence.

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Dustin frowned as he watched yet another guy leave the restroom, looking equal parts nervous and chilled out, bashful yet blissfully content. The fox was under no illusions about the part of the city where the bar he worked in was located, and he was all too aware of its particular reputation even within this neighbourhood. When he was shift manager and training new employees, he was always up front with them about some of the stuff they might see, hand stuff under a table, dancing that was barely anything but outright dry humping, and if they were cleaning or checking one of the restrooms, the potential for more than one set of feet visible within a cubicle, or a row of guys suddenly and suspiciously quiet at the urinal. But, he always tried to maintain that those were just one off actions between individuals. The kind of thing that was always going to happen at a bar in this part of town with the kind of customers it had become known for, and which he was honestly fine with so long as everyone involved were fully consenting adults of legal drinking age.

On days like today though... when [i]he[/i] visited, it was just too much. Too obvious. It went beyond just guys hooking up together at the bar, and became men wandering in and heading straight for the restroom because they'd heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that the mouse was there, then leaving again when they were done without ever approaching the bar for so much as a glass of water. Every time the mouse visited, Dustin became more and more convinced that somehow the fucking cops were going to come in and try to bust the bathroom's occupants for sex work, and then shut the place down, with the blame falling squarely on him for [i]letting[/i] it happen. And though he wished that wasn't the case, though he would sooner have let the place host outright orgies than go along with anything the cops wanted of him or his customers, he couldn't afford to lose his job. He couldn't afford to risk a court case and a fine when he had his younger sister to look out for. So, he had to make it stop.

At least, that was what the fox told himself every single time the mouse visited.

And then, eventually, he actually entered the restroom. Every time, he told himself this time would be different. Every time he told himself that this time [i]would[/i] be the time he actually stood his ground and demanded the mouse find somewhere else to have a train run on himself for two or three hours.

And without fail, every single time...

"F-fuck..."

He pushed the cubicle door open and saw the mouse, looking exhausted, looking drunk, leaning back against the cool ceramic of the toilet's cistern as his naked lower body rested upon the hard plastic seat, legs spread either side of the toilet and lean cock still impossibly hard given how much of the cum coating his torso must surely have been his own, given where the majority of the rest seemed to have ended up.

The mouse's ass was gaping, and not just dripping but flowing like a sloppy, thick white stream as it leaked an obscene volume of the even more copious amounts of cum that had flooded it in the hour and a half he had already been there on that particular weekday lunch-time. His buttocks and thighs were coated, matted with seed in varied states of dryness, and his chin and the fur on his chest beneath it were damp not just with occasional strings of his own cum that had launched that far as they were released, but a coating of saliva from how much he had been drooling as he sat there, open mouthed and still panting. The mouse looked up at the fox not with shame, nor even with defiance. He just gave a soft, needy squeak, wiggled his lower body upon the toilet seat in a way that might have been intended as a suggestive swaying of his exposed and thoroughly pounded ass, and giggled in delight and apparent relief when, within a matter of seconds, Dustin was slamming the cubicle door shut behind himself, sliding the lock across, and tugging open the front of his pants where his cock was not only fully erect, but already throbbing with its knot partially engorged and the fabric of his boxer shorts stained with pre-cum.

"Fuck! Fuck! [i]Fuck!![/i]"

Dustin snarled in a mixture of frustration and relief as he sank his cock into that gooey, sloppy, loose hole barely thirty seconds after setting eyes upon it, and by the time he watched the mouse's face contort in bliss as his knot slurped freely in and out of the rodent's backside while he flooded that hole with yet another new load of cum, the fox's frustration and concern was gone. All that remained was pleasure. All that remained was raw, untamed desire as he watched the mouse writhe and squeak and cum under the thrall of the bartender's knot-fucking, and considered how dumb he was for ever wanting to chase that mouse and his hot, eager hole away.

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When Emir arrived home, he could smell shampoo in the air. The cream furred rabbit chuckled as he slipped off his jacket and began to unfasten his shirt while walking down the apartment's hallway, passing the bathroom where he could still feel the warmth and moisture of the shower having recently been active in the air just beyond its doorway, and heading for the kitchen. Sure enough, it was there he found his husband, leaning against the counter beside the fridge with a cool can of soda in one paw as he idly patted himself dry with a towel clutched in the other. Of course, he wasn't doing an ideal job, a small puddle of water having collected around his bare feet on the linoleum, but he didn't seem to have noticed. Emir smirked, took the towel from his husband's hands without any complaint from the mouse, and bent down to begin properly rubbing his soft brown fur dry from the legs upward.

"You were out all day?"

Emir asked warmly as he rubbed the towel over his husband's calves before rising up towards the mouse's knees, then his thighs. He received a soft giggle and a dreamy murmur in response, nothing more, and grinned as he glanced up at the man he adored.

"Turn around. Show me."

The mouse squeaked. He blushed, squirming on the spot and shaking his head. Emir laughed loudly, but pulled himself back to his feet and tossed the towel aside, leaving his husband still wet from the thighs up but not hesitating to reach out and wrap his arms around the mouse, pulling him close to his taller body's bared chest.

"If I hadn't seen and felt the evidence for myself hundreds of times, I'd never believe you did a tenth of the stuff you said, given how shy you are."

Even as he said that, he reached around his husband's body with both hands, giving the man he loved just enough time to set down his soda before his own paws found the field mouse's damp, freshly washed backside, and slipped a couple of digits from one hand between his cheeks. Emir murmured happily, and heard his lover squeak bashfully into his chest when his fingers met the mouse's pucker and slipped in not just through his sphincter's ring, but seemingly without even registering the tiniest bit of resistance or downward pressure from it as they sank in to the second knuckle.

He heard a muffled murmur, and nuzzled down against the top of his husband's head before whispering into one of the mouse's ears.

"You're mumbling again. Come on, you know I love you. You know I love what you do with your free time. So if you wanna say something about it, say it."

He kept fondling the interior of the mouse's obscenely stretched asshole as he spoke, and when his fingertips brushed against a spot that made his husband jerk and shiver in ecstasy, words followed, albeit still muffled by his fur against his lover's face, just a second or two later.

"It's different with you."

The mouse's soft, camp voice was music to Emir's ears, and the content of the words even more so. He grinned and nibbled oh so delicately on one of the soft, pale pink though flushed and furless ears before him.

"Why's it different, Sammy?"

The mouse, Samuel, raised his head slowly. His cheeks were ablaze beneath his fur, and his ears glowed hotter and redder by the moment as he forced himself to meet his husband's gaze.

"Because... I love you."

Emir grinned.

"I love you too. You and your cute, needy butt."

He slipped a third finger into Samuel, and laughed again as the mouse wailed and buried his head back in Emir's chest.

"You're still so stretched, but all clean inside. All those cocks that must have done this to you, and not a drop left to show for it."

Emir murmured casually as he added a fourth finger, finally feeling the slightest resistance as he found the degree to which his husband had been worked that day, and feeling the mouse's cock twitching against his leg as Samuel writhed and whimpered, pressing closer still against him.

"Pleeeease..."

Samuel gurgled. Emir kissed his husband's forehead, but grinned as he reacted with apparent innocence.

"Please? Please what?"

The mouse convulsed as Emir's fingers caressed Samuel's prostate, and his head snapped back, eyes bulging and cheeks blazing like the sun beneath his damp brown fur.

"Emmy, p-please!!"

Samuel shrieked with bashful but feverish desperation, only to arch his back and squeal again as his husband's digits continued to dance so freely and playfully inside his obscenely stretched, loose asshole, pre-cum painting the crisp, clean fabric of the rabbit's pant leg.

"Say it."

Emir teased with playful adoration.

"Say it, and I promise you, Sammy, I'll give you [i]anything[/i] you ask of me."

The mouse's eyes bulged. He nodded feverishly. He squeaked, he shuddered, he felt his heart pound and his cock lurch as though he might cum right then and there, his husband's words alone, his husband's promise doing more to him in that moment than an entire day of the most ceaseless and unrelenting, unrestrained sex he could handle.

"Mmhh... mh-hhahh... make... o-ohh, Emmy. Make love with me."

Samuel begged, and when just a second later Emir's fingers pulled free of his ass, and both the rabbit's hands moved to cup his face, he couldn't hold back. He saw the love, the glee, the boundless affection which his husband felt for him burning deep in the bunny's eyes, and before they could even make it a single step to the bedroom, as Emir cradled his cheeks and drew their faces together in the very beginnings of a long and tender smooch, Samuel squeaked. His body jerked uncontrollably, and as he gasped and whimpered rapturously into his husband's soft, loving lips, that first shared kiss was all it took to leave the mouse's cock spasming, throbbing, and spurting ribbon after ribbon of cum out over the handsome, still mostly clothed body of the one man in all the world who could give him what he [i]truly[/i] needed.

By Jeeves