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I don't mind Saturdays. Well, I didn't used to mind them. Since last month though? Not the number one on my 'looking-forwards-to list' anymore. Nothing major, y'know. No natural disasters or anything like that. See, Sandy and me finally decided to move in together. Y'know, getting a little more comfortable, familiar. Stable. Sweet girl, she is, gorgeously kept mink. Amazing. Witty, funny, enjoys the odd session in front of the Xbox and even watches the game with the guys and me. But she's still a chick. And the apartment we've got, well.. I woulda been happy with it as is, maybe some sheets thrown up on the windows at most. But like she's told me a couple times; ?This isn't your bachelor's pad.? And I know better than to argue with her about that. I mean, it's not like money's particularly an issue or anything-

Anyway. Since the big move, every Saturday has been out to some different specialist. First the tiler and a plumber for the bathroom and kitchen. We saw a floor guy about getting the carpet torn up and wood flooring put in. And now the one she's been really looking forward to. Curtains.

Thankfully it's quiet in here. Looks a bit old, if anything, kinda cramped, too. The aisles are stacked up a bit haphazardly, and its not hard to see why the place is the state it is, some old ferret lady's busy pulling out a pair of curtains from their packaging to look at them, and then walking off, leaving them there. Some pink-furred chick's swift on following in her wake, looking about, she catches my eye and gives me a somewhat scandalized look. I can only shrug helplessly. I know what shitty customers are like. Shaking her head, she scoops up the curtains. Sucks.

I'm mainly there for the credit card and the muscular arms to carry everything home. So Sandy's being polite at least in dealing with my huffs. At least until she joins me when we find out the price on a set she had her eyes on. Two hundred? For one pair of curtains? They gotta be joking.

They're not, we find out as Sandy makes eye contact with one of the staff. Nice looking red panda girl. Not my speed, but Sandy knows I'm not looking. I've only got eyes for her. As the two of them start discussing options, of which there are apparently a lot, I take the time to have a look around. Maybe I can find something around here to interest me. And if not, there -is- that camping store downstairs... My eyes trail along a couple of displays of fabric. Big heavy rolls of the stuff. Must be what Sandy's considering. I can vaguely hear the clerk talking to her about drops and widths. And then I hear it.

'Can I help you with anything?'

Turning about, my eyes fall on the pink chick again. Little wings, a weird ball-on-an-antennae thing. Long hair and bright blue eyes. What do they call those? Mergles..? Maggles? I open my mouth to respond with the universal 'No, go away' language of 'Just looking, thanks.' before my eyes notice something. That's not a chick at all. It's a dude. And with that realization, my brain clicks. And my pants twitch.

I'm not gay or anything, really. And like I said; I love Sandy to bits. I really do, probably gonna marry her. But every now and then.. I dunno if I'd call it something instinctive, or primal, or whatever, but I get this slavering need to have some cute guy, just like this one in his all-black outfit, wrapped about my dick. Sandy doesn't know. Normally I'll get a weekend alone when she's on a business trip outta town. It's as simple as calling up the local pizzeria and ordering delivery. Last month it was that rabbit kid. And the month before that, the cougar. Recalling them both, I find my pants growing all the tighter.

'N-.. Yeah, actually.' My sentence switches as my eyes roam the store and the aisle quickly. There's the old ferret lady hobbling down towards the escalator, Sandy getting shown several rolls of fabric.. And no one else in close proximity. My nose and ears can tell me that much. Beyond the miggle, the rows change. They're tighter.. and filled with.. Towels. Perfect.

'Could you give me a hand with some bathroom stuff? I need a guys opinion.' I lie through my teeth and pull a guilty, helpless look.

'Well, that's not really my section.. but I'm the only guy on right now, so I can try, kupo.' Jesus fuck this kid is cute. I'm thankful he turns promptly to walk towards the towels. Gives me a chance to adjust my jeans. Following after him, my eyes check about the ceiling and walls. No cameras. Gotta give it to the older stores and the money-pinching managers; saving a buck has never been so helpful. Honestly? Even if there were cameras? I'd probably still have done what I intend to.

He stops in a corner of the bathroom section. It's kinda fenced off, perfect. Towels along the wall, and several displays, along with nick-knacks, mirrors, candle-holders, that kinda thing. Might actually get some of those candles for a night in with Sandy later, she'll love it. But for now, my attention is on that bright, hopeful face peering at me expectantly. My eyes drop a moment to his name-tag, Black text on the gold badge over his heart; ?Tsumi?

'So what can I help you with, k'po?' that smile almost looks genuine. Just about as genuine as mine. My hands grasp a towel nearby, and bunching it up a moment, I take one last craning look around. Not a soul in sight or sound. If you saw how swift I crammed this thing into the guy's muzzle, whilst fishing out my junk, unbuckling his pants and hefting his hips up, you'd think I'd had practice with this before. And you'd be right.

His eyes widen in shock, but when I heft his legs up, and press my aching cock to his ass, filling him, they clench shut and that towel is put to good use as he bites down on it and blushes furiously with a muted moan. I don't like judging people. Seems rude. But the only guy in a curtain store? Raises questions. And the answer to this one is one I'm very grateful for. He likes it. Hell of a pick. If I was wrong, I'd be in for a lot more struggling and writhing.

As it stands, or in this case, struggles against the wall, it's clear he's only getting himself comfortable to aid in the action. Perhaps he's hoping it'll be over quickly so he can go back to work. I'd really like to oblige him. Really would.

Gripping the guy's hips, I haul lift him. His legs wrap around behind my back as he grasps about my nape. I move a little further down the aisles, jostling him, and sinking that gorgeously tight ass further down my dick. I don't like to brag too much? But I'm pretty big down there. Sadly, I won't be able to knot the guy. Halting by a display stand, I grin. Mirrors. Great big ones too. I brace a hand on the edge of the display stand, and with the other about the guys back, I start fucking.

There's nothing modest about our interaction. Nothing reserved, except maybe the noise. I manage not to growl, and the kid, Tsumi is it? He's really biting into that towel. But for his blush and the way he's rolling his hips, he's -into- this. And he clearly doesn't wanna be busted, getting reamed on the floor.

My ears stay alert all through. My eyes are focused though, on my reflection in the mirror before me. The guy bouncing on my dick. Grasping about me. S'a hell of a sight. And I mean, I like to think I'm pretty handsome as far as wolves go. Pure white, well dressed. Sandy got me into the habit of grooming well. To say I'm hot is a pretty accurate statement.. But to see me mid-rut with this random guy.. Well.. My balls start slapping that perky ass of his real heavy.

Panting heavier, I take the other end of the towel into my mouth to bite on. Gotta keep this quiet. If I howl, we're both fucked. One of us more literally than the other. Bucking, reaming, I tighten my grip on the kid, and tense up. It takes everything not to howl when I shift my grip on the stand, to the base of my knot to squeeze.

My hackles raise about the kid's fingers as they hold tight. He moans into that towel in the tiniest voice he can manage, before his ass wrings even tighter about my cock. I hit my edge and start pumping, pistoning in kind of erratic motions. My hips are all but on auto-pilot by this point, bucking and flooding that tight ass with as much seed as I can give the needy mu- Mog! That's it.

His eyes flutter a little and he grins. Letting the towel drop from his lips, I do like-wise and unfurl it to lightly move about my cock and his ass. Don't want a mess after all.

'Th-.. That was amazing, k'po..! You sure your.. l-lady friend won't mind..?' he pants. I feel a little twinge in my gut. She would mind. I know it, and seeing the way that almost dreamy grin fades some on the clerk's face, I think he knows it too. ..But with my smell on him.. and he's gotta go back on the floor.. Fuck he's cute.. I almost wish I didn't have to do this.

I lick my lips, wetting them as though about to speak. And then I yawn them. That look of shock and momentary realization never changes. This kid, Tsumi, s'not the first I've eaten after I reamed 'em. Happens to all the guys I fuck. I really do love Sandy, and the guys, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't do well to know I was into other guys. I can't help but feel guilty doing this to them, but I really can't leave it to chance. I've got it real good.

My jaws are over his head before he can even squeak. Mashing my tongue to his face to stifle him, I can't help a groan. He tastes like fucking -strawberries-. It's like he was made for this. A walking, serving fucksnack. Poor kid indeed..! I'm salivating up a storm by this point, and yawning my jaws over his form all but drenches that thin shirt of his with plenty of it. Re-claiming my jaws' hold about his torso, I can't help another groan. His flavor, the slowly dwindling afterglow, and the feeling of a body stretching out my gullet.. Fuck, it's.. indescribable. Suffice it to say; it's an amazing mix. I'm gunna be beaming for sure when I head back out to Sandy. I hope she's still busy and not looking for me.

With Tsumi's arms trapped by my jaws, I don't have to wrestle so much. I can focus on unwrapping those legs, straightening the kid out. Taking a heavy swallow, I nearly drag him off my dick, no way I could get my jaws to his hips while he was tied.. The towel does its job in preventing getting me too messy.

He's a struggly guy. I mean, who wouldn't be, if they were being eaten after they'd been reamed. Well.. Ok, that cougar guy I mentioned, he didn't struggle nearly as much as the others. I'd almost have thought he enjoyed it.. But not this mog kid. It doesn't really matter, though. My gullet's got plenty a strong grip on him, I've got my hands free, and he needs to go.

Another rolling swallow, and I can straighten him out. Holding about the ankle of his boots, I swallow again. The feel of the cotton's not the most pleasant, but the fewer clues, the better. ..Shit that makes me sound like a murderer.. Pushing on those boots, and sucking down his squirmy legs, I'm soon in the final stretch, and enjoying, despite my heightened senses of awareness, anxious for the sound of anyone getting nearer, the feel of the body writhing out into my gut.

I like to take care of myself, that's for sure, I hit up the gym a few times a week and pretty much thrash my body. Core stuff is pretty vital for me. And looking down when those squirming boots slide passed my jaws, I'm thankful for the sets of sit-ups I do. If I tense my gut, the kid'll barely be noticeable.. Just gotta play it down, I'll be fine..

Tonguing over the leather, I pull a little face. It tastes a bit bitter, if anything. Not the best ending to such an awesome meal. But with a final swallow, my jaws free up, and feeling the pleasant ache of the last of my meal slithering down my gullet, I get to work properly cleaning myself up..

Toweled off, dick tucked away and pants tugged up, I straighten up with a lick of my lips. The kid's flavour still strong on my tongue. He's trying his best to struggle, but that's not gunna help him. 'Specially not after I belch.

And it comes in a long, heated hiss. It takes some personal restraint not to out and out belch like a college boy. That shit's almost ingrained on me from my days in the frat house. His struggles weaken considerably, and I can't help but rub over my firmer, rounded middle. 'Sorry kid. Nothin' personal.' I murmur under my breath. I dunno if he can even hear it. I kinda hope so. 'Specially 'cause I can feel a bubbling gurgle beginning already. My gut seems to know the score.

Looking about, I snag up some new wares. We do actually need towels. Some of those candle holders, and.. That mirror. Sure. I bet I can talk Sandy into letting me put it over the bed. Whether or not she wants to admit it, she's a kinky thing.

And after another double check of myself; no jizz-stains, no tearing in the clothing, I take a breath and tense my gut firmer. I can feel the kid compressing inside, and almost grin guiltily. At least until another percolated belch escapes me, a little wetter and louder than before. It brings with it a gift. The kid's name-tag, covered in saliva and looking a little.. warped. With another turn of my head, I kick it lightly under the display stand. Hopefully it's not uncovered for a long, -long- time. As for me.. I'm gunna have to hit up the gym pretty hard next week. Guys always weight kinda heavy on my gut and hips. I don't wanna end up like my old man. He made no effort to hide when he ate someone..

And stepping back out onto the floor, I head back towards the sounds of Sandy's voice. She looks like she's decided on the curtains.

'Did you get lost?' she asks.

'Nah, was just looking around.' I nod to the goods in my arms. She makes a curious noise of approval. 'Candles? Yeah, I figured you'd like 'em. To help us celebrate the move.'

She's beaming. I love it when she smiles. Absolutely beautiful.