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It was eleven o'clock on a Sunday night when Kasper Gniewek first met Hang Wu. On any other night Kasper would have already been in bed for two hours, a couple more bottles of wine drained and left on and around his bed. But, that night he was out wandering the beautiful night scenery of Torun, Poland; and avoiding some debt collectors.

The debt collectors weren't the violent type, but after ignoring his past due bills for utilities which had been shut off and the rent the collection agency that his accounts were handed to had been sending people to see him in person at random times of the day.

A rather astute young wolf, first name Lech, had been catching Kasper more and more in the last couple of weeks. Kasper started to sleep during the day and wander at night, but it'd only throw the wolf off for a few more days at most.

Kasper was a large individual, and a boar, which usually guaranteed his safety at night. He wore a cap, was wrapped in a cloth trench coat, cloth pants, and large boots, clothes which had not been washed for a few days, just like his body. His breath, which smelled of beer, came out as puffs of white in the cold air. The nights were increasingly colder.

At least the recent harangue from whatever company that wolf was from was getting Kasper to leave his home more often. It was close to midnight now and so, sure that the wolf wouldn't be waiting for him at his front door, Kasper turned around and started walking home.

Kasper noticed the young human man for a few reasons. First, even though the boar had just passed by the cafe that the young man was standing outside of, Kasper had not seen the human there. The human wasn't unique for being a human. There were plenty in Poland, but the young man's jet black hair and somewhat tan skin made him stand out. The human's hair matched his glasses and coat, Kasper thought. And, his black travel bag.

The human was seemingly trying to ask for directions with a combination of English and bad Polish. When Kasper was closer he could tell the human was asian, of some kind, and when he passed the man, the man's dark brown eyes behind black framed glasses met his. The human gave a smile and a look of amazement upon seeing Kasper. A little intimidation as well. The human went back to asking an employee of the cafe that was cleaning up some more questions and Kasper kept walking towards home.

There were some lights coming through the windows around the plaza, but they were on every night. No one was still awake or sleeping in a room on the second floor of their business, like Kasper did. His business was a bar and it was closed. For good.

Kasper still had the two story building under lease for another three months, but was behind payments for three as well.

Finally inside, Kasper sat on the only bar stool clear of clutter and laid his head down on the bar counter. He sighed and turned around in the seat and looked over the cluttered mess his once pride and joy had become. In a corner of the bar was a piano. Kasper had bought it for the bar and at one point hired a piano player. The boar liked the music. The entrance of the bar was to the right side of the stairs going up and the piano was at the corner on the opposite side.

Kasper could, when he concentrated, remember the smell and warmth of the bar when he first opened it. It served coffee during the day to a few regulars and at night it used to be crowded and filled with so many different smells of people, drinks, perfumes from the females that made some of the more sensitive noses nauseous, but that was Kasper's dream. The boar always smiled when he reminisced about the good times.

Another memory, one more crisp than that Sunday night's cold air, was one of the first time he took a cat, a male cat, upstairs. The memory of the warm spring night he discovered and explored his preference of other males stirred his uncut length which snaked down his left pant leg. Kasper unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He let his cock, covered in velvety red fur that matched the rest of his reddish body, flop out in the cool air. It hung down and over the bar stool and flung a rope of sticky pre-seminal fluid onto the dusty floor.

The cat was an orange tabby, quite an attractive man, accompanied by his wife when he first came to Kasper's bar. However, the cat returned alone, multiple times and became one of the regulars. The cat...Kasper could not remember his name, but one night the cat was out drinking because his wife and he had a fight. Kasper kindly offered his place for the night. Upstairs the cat stripped naked and climbed into bed with the boar. Kasper was surprised, but with wandering hands and a warm generous mouth, the cat convinced the boar to indulge.

Kasper's cock had gone rigid, harder than usual tonight, and it ached with how stiff it was. Even when the boar was fully erect his foreskin still covered the end of his cock like a hood. Kasper grasped his fat cock in his right hand and stroked it while flaring his nostrils to inhale the heavy, meaty scent of his crotch. Mmmrrph- if only that orange tabby and his eager mouth and ass were there again. Kasper might clean things up and turn things around, if he had a guarantee that orange cat would return.

Ooh, Kasper felt his gut tingle. He could prolong things, but tonight, he didn't want to wait. He turned around in the bar stool and, resting his face and body on the bar counter, started stroking himself with abandon. He drooled onto the counter and let the grunts fall out of his mouth freely. The cat's small frame had a wonderfully tight hole. With only his spit for lube, Kasper plowed the orange cat with his entire length and the feline would only demand more. When Kasper finally exhausted himself in the tabby for the night, the cat crawled under the covers and suckled on his cock, even though it was flaccid, and cooed the boar into sleep like that.

With a groan, Kasper came. He kept stroking until every last rope of cum he could spurt out was spilling down the wood of the counter. Each pump of jizz from his cock splashed against the wood with an audible splat. The boar was breathing softly after a few moments and about to fall asleep with his good memories floating languidly around around in his head.

Kasper's was brought back to reality when the chilly howl of the night wind shook the windows. The rattling was particularly loud that time and annoyed Kasper. His pleasant mood was ruined. He sat up and looked at the mess he had made on the counter, and himself. He would clean up neither.

A knock at the door startled Kasper and he huffed. God fucking damnit, that wolf. Filled with annoyance and bubbling anger the boar answered the door without bothering to put his cock away. Kasper's dick was halfway hard and still sticky with evidence of his activities.

To greet Kasper at his front door was not the wolf that had been a nuisance for the past few weeks, but the young human Kasper had seen earlier that night.

The eurasian man was surprised to see what answered the door. He looked at Kasper's cock, face a little bit red. Although, that may have been from the cold air. Kasper hastily put his cock away and the human looked away for a moment.

“Czego-" Kasper started, but did not finish as he fumbled with his zipper. The young human looked back to the boar and held out a paper. Kasper took it. It was one of the first advertisements Kasper had ever run for his bar, The Boar's Head.

Kasper handed it back and asked, in Polish, despite knowing English, what the young human wanted. The man's Polish was horrendous enough that Kasper did not have to pretend he could not understand the human's speech.

The human seemed to understand his own linguistic limitations and stopped talking. The man held out another paper, a folded letter. Kasper took the letter from the human's hands and read it. Kasper grunted and read the letter one more time, carefully. After a few more moments, and because the cold air was getting in, Kasper stepped aside and let the young human inside and shut the door. The boar now knew that the young man's name was Hang as it was mentioned in the letter.

The two stood in the middle of the room. Hang looked around while Kasper thought of what to say. Finally, Kasper spoke in English and said,

“There a second room upstairs," and with that Kasper put the letter away in his pocket and headed back upstairs. He was too tired and not drunk enough to deal with the young human and the letter at the moment. The letter was written by an old friend of Kasper. The contents were surprising, but the boar did owe an old wolf a favor. Well, a lot of favors, but the old dog never asked for anything, until now.

Hang stepped in with his only bag and shut the door. There was a fireplace in the bar, but it had not been used for a long time it looked like. Hang watched Kasper go up the stairs and he blushed remembering the boar's large cock. The human shook his head and put his bag on the bar counter and took off his coat and scarf.

Hang was determined to fix his jet lag by staying up all night and going to bed early the next night. The bar could use a thorough cleaning anyway, he thought.

The next morning Kasper woke up to the trickle of soft notes coming through the floor. At first, he thought he might be dreaming. Then, the Boar realized it was coming from the bar piano downstairs.

Wearing only his pants and shirt Kasper lumbered down the stairs, groggy, and when he reached the bottom he stopped. From there he watched the young human man play. Hang, if Kasper remembered the letter correctly, was playing Debussy, Clair de lune. Or was trying to. Hang played through most of it, almost to the end, but slowed down greatly to play the correct notes without making a mistake.

Obviously, Hang had not learned the entire piece yet. Kasper yawned which alerted Hang to his presence. The young asian man turned in his seat to smile at the boar and say,

“Dzie? dobry!" Good morning in Polish.

Kasper grunted back and went behind the bar. The counter was dusted, most everything underneath and behind the bar had been organized, and Kasper could see where the young man had started to wax the bar.

The older male looked around. Hang's bags were in a corner, still packed up.

Kasper asked, in English, “Did you sleep last night?"

“Ah, no," Hang said, appearing as if he was a child being scolded, “I wanted to fix my sleep schedule. How are you?"

Kasper grunted again and sat down on a stool that was placed behind the bar. He was looking for a bottle that was not empty. Hang came over and sat across from the porcine.

“Did, um, did you read the letter Mr. Gniewek?" Hang asked. Kasper nodded and gave up on the search for some wine or beer, at least for a short while.

“Yes," Kasper answered verbally whilst leaning forward on his hands, towering over the smaller man, his thick arms appearing bigger when he did that.

“Is that old fart still teaching boys piano in exchange for getting his knob sucked?" Kasper asked Hang, bluntly.

Hang seemed stunned for a moment, but replied yes.

The letter that Hang had given Kasper was written by an old friend, an old dog now, named Antoni. From what Kasper last heard the mutt went to the United States and was called Paul now or something.

Hang was traveling, for what purposes the letter did not say, and while the human was in Poland, Antoni wanted Kasper to put up the young human for free. Well, not exactly.

The letter specifically said, 'He'll work real hard and probably clean up that old mess you call a bar. He can play some piano too, but don't make im' play any hard stuff. Haven't taught him that yet. Maybe you can teach him a little. Oh, and if yer want, get im' to suck your chuj, he's real good at it. Gets this old dog' up and going every time!"

The letter was signed off with a cutesy little cartoon depicting what was supposed to be an Polish Hunting dog giving a thumbs up and a wink. Pervy ol' bastard. Not that Kasper wasn't becoming the same.

“Hhhrrr, fine," Kasper said with a grunt, “You can stay, but you finish cleaning this place up. And," He grabbed Hang by the front of his shirt and practically pulled the man over the bar, “Ya gonna do more than just suck my dick, young man."

Hang's chest was tight and he was breathing nervously, but said okay with a nod.

Kasper released the human who sat back down. Kasper sat down as well, arms crossed on the bar, not sure what to do now. After a while Hang got back up to continue cleaning. Kasper watched for a bit before feeling his eyelids grow heavy. He had difficulty sleeping when he was piss drunk. He fell asleep, but it was never a restful one.

Since he hadn't drank anything that morning and was feeling tired, it'd be best to rest while he could. He didn't think much more on it before falling asleep.

Hang looked over when he heard snoring, then continued his cleaning. His piano teacher told him what to expect, sort of, but Hang never thought his teacher's old friend would be such a large person.

The human thought about what the boar said and felt his face grow hot. He was looking forward to paying rent, as it were.