The Concierge
A young law student turned junior associate needs to let off some steam at the local gay bar, but things don't turn out as expected.
It’s been a minute. But finally uploading my first story on the new SoFurry site! Do not read any further if you are considered under age by the laws in your country, or if you aren’t a fan of M/M furry smut.
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It’s weird being the new guy at a job, more so if your name is on the building. Well, sort of. East & Weston Law refers to Simon Weston, my father, one of the founding members of the firm. He made sure I had a job right out of law school at the New York branch, far from my home in Los Angeles. He made sure I was set up with a fancy penthouse at The Greystone, and a driver, a large ape named Frank. As nice as it was, it did feel isolating. It’s hard to make friends with the other junior associates when my name is Ryan Weston, right there on the cubicle I work out of. Probably doesn’t help I’m a big horse either, tends to intimidate the smaller species, always has.
One day, I decided that I wanted to actually explore the city a bit. I was too busy with law school to see much of New York, and now that it’s Friday, I wanted to hit the town a little. I texted Frank, the driver, that I was meeting up with friends from work, and I can find my own way back home. I didn’t want him reporting back to my father where I planned to go.
Frank texted “Alright, don’t get too wild”
I smile softly. I open the Maps app on my phone and figure out which subway I need to take to get to my location.
After work, I head out. I go underground. I’m a little sad as I learn that earlier this year they retired the somewhat famous yellow Metro Card in favor for a tap OMNY card, a sleek black card that looks less like a subway card and more like a sex club card. I take the black card and tap it to get through the stile. I wait for the right train and get on. I sit down, and review the map in my head. It’ll take a little while to get to where I want, but I don’t want to risk running into anyone from work after all.
About half an hour later, I exit in Chelsea and head back to the surface. The sun is just about set. I head a few blocks over and find it, Club Tails. The neon sign showing an orange tail inside a hot pink circle. I wait in line for a bit around the other guys. The large bull bouncer smiles seeing me, “Big dicks get in free tonight,” he says, declining my money, stamping my hand with a neon pink ink and letting me in free of charge.
“Thanks,” I smile softly. He nods, “Have fun big man,”
The club is pulsing with music from the large speakers as the DJ performs, various colors of lights pulsing through the converted warehouse as people of all shapes and sizes dance on the big light up dance floor.
“Haven’t seen you here before,” an otter to my right says, sitting at the nearby bar.
“It’s my first time here,” I say.
“I’m Sam,” he says, openly ogling my form in my black suit, contrasting with my white fur and light blond hair.
“I’m Ryan, nice to meet you,”
Sam smiles, “If I guess your profession, you buy me a drink. If I get it wrong, you buy me a drink, deal?”
I’m a little surprised how forward he’s being, but I don’t mind it. “Sure,” I say, smiling. It’s oddly nice being hit on by a guy, most are too intimidated or assume I’m straight.
“My guess is…finance?” he says.
“Nope, looks like you owe be a drink,” I chuckle. “I’m in legal,”
Sam snaps his fingers, “Damn, I almost guessed that. What will it be?”
“Do they have bourbon here?”
Sam nods, “Classy,” he gets the attention of the bartender, a cute fox boy in a tight t-shirt. He orders a martini for himself and a bourbon for me.
I sit down beside Sam, I’m sure tons of guys are checking out my rear, clothes have a habit of hugging my assets.
Sam smiles, touching my thigh, “So what brings you to Tails?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten out, figured I’d explore the city a bit, and found this place online,”
The music is a little loud, I can tell Sam is reading my lips. I’m so used to speaking softly.
“I’m glad you did, a big hunk shouldn’t be locked up in the office all the time,” his small otter hand reaching further up my thick muscular thigh. It’s causing a stir in my jockstrap. I’m so not used to men being this forward.
The bartender brings us our drinks, and Sam’s hand moves off of me to grab his martini glass.
“A toast, to new friends,” Sam smiles. I pick up my glass of bourbon, we toast and sip our drinks.
Sam’s hands are often on me, not that I’m complaining. After the first drink he leans up, “Meet me in the bathroom,” he winks and gets off the stool, showing off his little bubble butt as he walks off to the bathrooms. I blush softly, I’ve never done anything like this before. I finish the rest of my bourbon and get up. I walk to the bathrooms.
It’s dimly lit by some neon cube lights, illuminating everything with a soft blue color. Sam smiles, pulling me into the last stall. It’s a tight fit with a big horse inside. Sam gets on top of the toilet, careful not to fall in, kissing me softly. I moan, kissing the little guy back. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to make out with anyone. I can taste the martini on his lips.
Sam moans, reaching down and rubbing my cock through my suit pants.
“Oh fuck, I love big horses,” the otter quivers.
“Go on then, pull it out and get to work,” I smile.
Sam nods, unbuttoning my pants, slowly unzipping them. My XXXL black jockstrap exposed, struggling to hold my growing cock back, the bottom half so full of my big nuts. The bathroom stall fills with my hot musk.
Sam moans, pulling my jockstrap down under my heavy nuts. I’m not even fully hard yet, and already at least 18 inches long. Sam gasps, “Fuck, even for a horse, you’re fucking huge,” he gulps. I grab the back of his head, “I’m not even hard yet, get sucking,” I command. The otter nods, nervous and turned on at the same time. His mouth taking my big flared head inside. Warm and wet. I’m slowly getting more and more hard as this otter strokes my fat dick with his little hands, sucking on the head and the first few inches, his eyes watering.
Sam pulls back, “Holy fuck,” I’m full hard now, a massive 28 inches of horse dick. He’s right though, horses are big, but for whatever reason I’ve always been bigger than average. I recognize the fear in Sam’s eyes. Every slut says they want a big dick, but when faced with mine they get scared.
“You gonna suck it or what?” I ask.
Sam rubs his jaw. “I-I don’t know if I can handle all this,”
I sigh, “I’m not gonna force you, you can go if you want to-”
Sam dashes out of there, “I’m sorry,” he says. I sit down on the big toilet, feeling blue balled again. Though, it’s the first time it’s happened in a club bathroom. I grab my phone from my pocket, scrolling Bluesky. It takes a while, but my dick gets softer as I chuckle at some shitposts, staying away from the horny porn accounts, or it would take longer to be able to stuff my horse dick back into my jock. I straighten my suit out and leave the bathroom. I see Sam flirting with a big wolf guy by the bar. I roll my eyes.
As I walk by towards the exit I tell the wolf, “If you’re over a foot long, he’ll leave you in the bathroom with blue balls,” Sam blushes. I head out.
The night was kind of a bust, but at least I got a free drink out of it I guess.
I head back to The Greystone apartments, my nuts feeling full as Hell. I have a fake ass at home, pretty stretched and tearing as all toys have a habit of doing on my dick, but better than nothing I suppose. My jockstrap stirring as my sheath starts releasing my cock head on the subway. I blush softly, thinking of the least sexy thing to calm down, I start doing math in my head. I’d hate to be walking around downtown with an obscene bulge in my pants, assuming the jockstrap and my pants even hold my meat back.
I walk into the apartment lobby, a chubby older grey wolf sitting behind the concierge desk. White fur around his muzzle showing his age. His name tag reads Derek.
“Evening, sir,” he smiles softly.
“Hey Derek,” I say.
“Oh, a package arrived for you earlier,” Derek says, getting up and bending down to open the lower cabinet behind him. I can’t help but admire his thick ass, in his concierge black trousers.
He turns back, and hands me a box sent from my father.
I go to grab the package, he notices the hot pink stamp on the back of my hand. “How was the club?” he asks. I blush softly. “Wh-what?”
“That stamp, it’s Club Tails right? How was it?”
“I uh…it was okay…”
“Oh, someone blueballed you didn’t they? Yeah, I get that. Plenty of size queens say they want a big man, but panic when they actually see one up close.” Derek chuckles.
“My shift is over in an hour, if you can wait that long, I’ll gladly help you out.”
I blink, getting so openly hit on twice in one night.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’d hate to get you in trouble…” I say. My heart thumping.
“Don’t worry, I know how to be discreet,” Derek eyes me up.
I nod, “Sure, I’d like that. But…I am big, so I get it if you want to back out,”
Derek smiles, “I’d never. Nothing a whole lot of lube and training can’t solve. Even if it takes more than one session. Only if you agree to bottom for me too,” he winks.
I nod, “Sounds fair to me,”
Derek smiles, “Then I’ll see you then, Penthouse 4 right?”
“Yeah, that’s me. See you then,” I smile and head to the elevators. I can feel Derek checking out my big ass.
I get to the penthouse and open the box. A new laptop from my dad and a note “Happy Birthday”. I was so busy with work, I forgot it’s my birthday in a few days. I can tell it’s not my dad’s handwriting, he always gets his assistants to do things like this. But I do appreciate it, his assistant has good tastes. I pull out the laptop, seeing it’s one of the newer models from Bell, high-speed, a lot of memory space despite the more lightweight feel. It’s nice.
I don’t spend too much time with my new toy, knowing I have a hot guest coming soon. I haven’t had any in ages, school and now work kept me too busy and tired to look much.
I clean up a bit and take a quick shower, wanting to get the funk of the club and subway off of me. I’m not really sure what to wear, _I mean it’ll be coming off soon anyway? _
I decide on a casual pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that hugs my pecs, like most shirts do.
A little later the elevator dings, Derek steps out and into my penthouse. He smiles seeing me.
“Evening, sir,” he says. “Evening, handsome,” I say. The chubby wolf comes closer, his big hand on my chest as he kisses me softly. I moan, kissing him back. My big hands rubbing his back, slowly going down, groping his thick ass. His big gray wolf tail starts wagging.
He pulls back, smiling. “You’re a pretty good kisser, young man,” he says. I blush softly. “Uh, thanks, you too.”
Derek grabs my hand, “Care to take this to the bedroom?”
My sheath pouring out more of my massive dick as I grow more excited. “S-sure,” I lead the way to my bedroom. A clean modern bedroom with large glass walls overlooking the city nighttime skyline. “Let me just close the blinds-”
“No need, I don’t mind it if a pervert wants to watch from the next building over,” Derek smiles, kissing me again. His hands groped my body. This old wolf is horny.
I’m nervous to see if he’s going to be like the little otter from earlier and leave me hanging.
Derek steps back, slowly unbuttoning his concierge jacket. His white undershirt revealing itself.
“Go on big guy, I want to see you naked,” he smiles, eyeing me like…well a wolf.
I nod, unbuttoning my suit jacket, folding it neatly. I take off my shirt, revealing my muscular body covered in white fur.
Derek pulls his shirt off, revealing gray fur and a chubby dad bod.
“I hope you don’t mind, I know I’ve kind of let myself go these past few years…”
I shake my head. “I don’t mind at all. You’re pretty cute,” I assure him, rubbing his chubby belly. Soft and warm. I lean down, kissing him again. I feel his hands rubbing my bulge. My sheath unveiling more meat in my tight jockstrap, it’s almost painfully packed in there.
Derek unbuckles my belt. I blush, nervous, and excited as the older wolf pulls my pants off. My jockstrap stretched out, struggling to contain my growing dick.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Derek smiles, quickly dropping his own pants, to my surprise no underwear. His low hanging furry balls and big red rocket dick exposed.
“Do you always freeball at work?” I ask.
Derek chuckles, “Sometimes, got to keep the job interesting.”
I reach down, grabbing Derek’s hot canine cock, easily a good 18 inches hard. With a large knot near the base. Musky precum smeared on my hand as I stroke him.
The chubby wolf moans softly. “Go on then, I want to see yours,” Derek reaches down, slowly pulling my jockstrap down. He gasps as my meat is freed, and slaps against his hand heavily. I’m not even fully hard yet, and already bigger than him.
I gulp, expecting him to freak out.
“Fuck, that’s huge,” he says, less in a panic, and more in a sensual way.
“Y-you’re not scared?” I ask.
Derek chuckles. “A bit, but I’m also really turned on. Not every day I meet a man bigger than me,” he smiles. He walks to my bed, putting a pillow on the floor.
“Lay down big boy, I want to see how much I can get down my throat.”
I nod, and sit on the edge of the bed. Derek kneels down, his knees resting on the pillow. I blush as the older wolf starts sniffing my heavy balls, breathing in my musk.
“Oh, sorry. I get kind of sweaty under that suit, and walking around…”
Derek smiles, “Don’t be sorry, I love it. You have a delicious musk,” he breathes in my scent deeply, rubbing his muzzle against my growing cock. His hot wet tongue slowly lapping my nuts, he takes his time working his way up my shaft. It doesn’t take long for my equine cock to be at full mast, a massive 28 inches, with a big flared head. Derek works his tongue all over my shaft, half-hidden behind my pillar of a cock. I lay back, relaxing, and letting this hot old man work my meat. I gasp as Derek takes the flared head into his hot muzzle. Derek moans, lapping up my precum, slowly taking more and more of my meat into his mouth. The head pushing into his throat. I resist the urge to thrust my hips up, not wanting to hurt him. I quiver as Derek rubs my heavy equine balls. I stare at the ceiling, focusing on the pleasure this chubby old wolf is giving me. I’m in Heaven, feeling that warm drooling mouth all over my tip, impressed as his lips reach my median ring, swallowing 14 inches of my thick dick, taking half of it, more than most can handle. Derek makes such lewd noises as he sucks my dick, moaning and drooling, and gagging which gets even more drool on me. My entire dick slick with his spit and my precum. The old wolf works half my dick, having trouble getting past the halfway point. But I don’t mind, having someone willing to even try is a blessing, much less working this much of my dick.
I pant softly, “I’m getting close,” I warn Derek. He seems to work my shaft harder, stroking the base as he slurps on the top half. “Oh fuck-” I groan. My huge equine cock throbbing as thick hot ropes of my musky cum flood his throat and mouth. Derek swallows as much as he can, before pulling back, letting the last few fat ropes paint his handsome face. I catch my breath a moment before sitting up, seeing Derek’s face plastered. He smiles, and kisses me, letting me taste my own hot cream. Our tongues are playing with one another. His belly rubbing against my abs. I reach around, grabbing his thick ass. The neon pink ink from Club Tails only half-faded on the back of my hand,“You’re amazing, Mr. Weston,” Derek says.
I can’t help but laugh. “Mr. Weston is my dad, please, call me Ryan,” I smile.
Derek nods, “Alright, you’re amazing, Ryan,” he smiles and kisses me again. I kiss him back, enjoying the afterglow of easily the best blowjob I’ve ever had.
“I wish I knew you’d be down sooner. I’ve been living here for a while,” I laugh.
Derek chuckles, “Well now you know, so we can make up for lost time,” he grinds his big wolf dick against my abs, smearing precum on me.
I smile, “I guess that’s true,” I reach down, rubbing his big wet red rocket, making the old man quiver. “My turn to return the favor?”
Derek nods, excited. I have him sit down on the bed, my turn to get on my knees. A position I’m not used to, but not minding. My hot tongue licking Derek’s hot meat for a moment before I take the first few inches into my mouth. The old man moans, leaking precum like a busted faucet. I moan, making my mouth vibrate around his cock. I slowly swallow more, watching that big 18 inch red rocket vanish from view. My lips kiss his big knot. I’ve sucked my own dick plenty of times, so this shape, flavor, and musky scent are new to me. I’m loving it.
“Oh fuck, Ryan. I’m close. Sorry, I was so turned on from blowing you, I’m not gonna last-” Derek blushes. I can’t speak with a full mouth, but I rub his thighs as suck him harder, making my tongue dance along his shaft, as if to say “No apology is needed,”
It doesn’t take long for the old wolf to grip the back of my head, “Oh fuck!” his body shakes as he cums. Hot blasts of creamy wolf seed paint my throat. His huge knot throbbing against my lips. I suck, rubbing his nuts to milk this hot wolf DILF as much as I can. I swallow every drop.
Derek pants, collapsing back onto the bed. “Holy fuck,” he says. I pull off his meat and lay down beside him, kissing him softly so he can taste himself on my lips. My dick hard again from the excitement.
Derek smiles, “If we keep getting horny blowing one another, we’ll be here all night.”
I smile, “You say that like it’s a problem?” I grab Derek’s head and pull him down, he instantly gets the hint and starts blowing me again, swallowing so many inches down his hot wet throat.
FIN
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Thanks for reading. I’ve been writing more lately, and I figured I should focus some of that creative energy into writing some smut. This might be a series, though given my track record, it may take a bit to get a part 2. I’ve always been on the slower side when it comes to writing, especially since I’ve gotten a bit busy lately with multiple projects. Anyway, I hope you liked it. I’ll try to outline a part 2 soon. <3