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There were few better social lubricants than alcohol, and between too few drinks and far too many, there was a magical number that was unique for everyone, allowing them to maintain a pleasant buzz and relax in what might otherwise be a tense social situation.

The hustle and bustle of a busy tavern was more than some people could relax in, but Jake found himself feeling right at home with a drink in his paw and a comfortable stool under his backside. "Hmm...think I can get one more?" he asked, leaning across the bar and looking to see where the nearest bartender was.

It was a crowded night, and waiting more than a few minutes for a drink was simply the expectation. What wasn't expected was the presence of another glass settling down next to his, and a third glass between them as someone took the empty stool next to him.

"Good thing I was listening. If I hadn't come along, you would have been waiting all night for this."

Another patron of the bar was a pleasant surprise, to be sure. Jake wasn't expecting the drink to come along with the company, but he was happy to strike up a conversation, if that was the cost of a beverage.

"Hopefully the speed doesn't say anything about the quality?" Jake asked as he turned, coming face to face with a tall, slender hyena.

The joke was met with a chuckle and a quick wave of the fur on a dark paw. "They got my drink order wrong earlier and you looked like you could use one more than I could," he replied.

"I have been waiting an awfully long time for this," Jake admitted. "What do I owe ya?"

"I really doubt you're able to pay what I would really ask for a drink like this," the hyena claimed. "But if you're asking-

"I am," Jake cut in.

"It's not the kind of payment you can make in front of the whole bar."

Even with the artificial confidence booster of alcohol, Jake was surprised that someone would be so bold, so soon after meeting someone else. "Y...You're not being serious right now, are you?"

Leaning on an elbow and smirking at Jake, the hyena didn't have an ounce of sarcasm about him. "Dead serious," he shot back. "Not sure what you're out at the bar on a Friday night for, but...I know why I'm here."

Jake wasn't sure how to respond. He wasn't opposed to doing something so wild as sneaking off with a stranger for a quick bit of fun, but it certainly wasn't the way he expected his evening to go.

He's cute...guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Convincing himself that he deserved to have some fun every now and then, Jake's lips curled with a blend of nervous excitement and genuine interest. "Would that be at your place or mine, then?"

Jake was just starting to chug through the free drink when the hyena threw him for a loop. "The bathroom, actually."

Widening his eyes, but trying not to appear so overwhelmed, Jake paused halfway through the mediocre mixer and set it on the counter, wiping his muzzle. He knew that his expression would give away just how taken he really was by the statement; the hyena was already grinning at his reaction.

"I...I mean...yes. Sure. Let's do it."

The hyena cocked his brow. "Positive?"

Jake stepped down from his barstool and gripped the taller gentleman by the wrist. "Is that a good enough answer for you...?"

The hyena stumbled forward a bit as he was pulled from his cozy position at the bar. "Plenty good enough," he replied, though his voice was slurring the words just a little bit as he stood on his own power. "It's Sven, by the way."

"Sven. Sounds like I have a better chance of remembering that than you do," Jake teased as he gave another tug, leading the way to the bathroom without another moment of hesitation; he didn't want to lose the opportunity, now that he'd taken it.

The next few moments were a blur as the pair rushed through the rickety, swinging door of the men's room. A couple people were standing at mirrors and washing their paws as they prepared to head back out to the bar, but they weren't quite so brazen as to do it right then and there.

Sven leaned into the door of a thankfully empty stall and slumped against the wall with a chuckle, showing off how skilled he was at hiding his buzz, while displaying how clumsy he could be when he was under the influence.

When he didn't offer any protest to Jake kneeling before him and gripping the buckle of his belt, the feline kept right on going, unclipping the buckle and pulling away the slack a little bit so he could unbutton and unzip the hyena's pants.

"You sure you're gonna be up for this?" Jake asked, offering a quick wink to his slightly drunken partner. He could already feel the bulge of arousal spreading through Sven's cock as it pressed against the front of his boxers, and Jake was quick to fish it out through the seam in front, holding the warm, pleasant flesh in his paw and gazing upon it with rapidly growing lust.

The jokes of whiskey dick that he could have made would have been poorly timed; Jake knew that there were better things to do with his mouth as he opened it around the smooth, growing tip and took it in, drawing a pleasured gasp from the hyena that was loud enough to garner some attention from the other men in the restroom, but quiet enough to keep from alerting security.

"You think...y-you're up for this?" Sven echoed Jake's sentiments. His length wasn't fully erect yet and already, it was getting tough for Jake to take it, but the feline didn't think that Sven was drunkenly bragging about his size.

He was right to assume that, but he never would have assumed that he'd feel a hot, salty sensation on the back of his tongue as Sven got a little too comfortable in the stall.

He's pissing in my fucking mouth!

Jake's inner dialogue couldn't decide if it should be angry or aroused with the new development. The throb of his own cock, trapped within the confines of his jeans, made it clear which side he was erring on, but he still had to handle the situation at hand as more of the soothingly warm urine sprayed across the back of his throat.

The feline began to rapidly swallow, refusing to head back to the bar with his neck and shirt covered in piss.

"Wow, d-dude...you're actually doing it!" Sven was surprised to see Jake sticking with it, but the feline was determined to prove that he was a trooper, and he could think of no better method than his current path forward. His throat bulged just slightly from the effort of keeping it all in, but as Sven began running out of steam, his length was able to come to a full erection, giving Jake only the tiniest chance to adjust before the hyena began to thrust at his maw. "Knew I scored a good one...that's so f-fuckin' kinky..."

Blinking in surprise and gripping Sven's thighs to give himself a second to breathe, Jake tried to keep just enough of the hyena's shaft out of his mouth for him to take a full, unimpeded gasp of air.

He managed _just_enough to comfortably take Sven's entire length, knowing that the impaired hyena wouldn't have the best control with his hips...and he couldn't help moaning around his mouthful as the tip of Sven's cock brushed over the whole of his tongue and swabbed at the back of his throat.

Fortunate as the hyena felt to have landed such a great score at the bar that night, Jake was the one feeling truly proud of himself. He could imagine just how he would have wasted the night if he'd spent the rest of it sitting at the bar, throwing away money on drinks and being too nervous to really talk to anyone.

Instead, he was kneeling in the stall, having a blast and holding still for Sven until the hyena released his grip on the feline's ear

It was Jake's turn to be in control then, even in such a limited space.

"Hope you can handle a second load," Sven had no concern for being discreet. Everyone else in the bathroom knew exactly what was going on, and a couple heads even peeked under the seam of the door as Jake wrapped his paws around to the underside of the hyena's perky rump.

A quick squeeze drew a yelp from him, but it kept him from trying any other cheesy lines for the moment. Jake didn't mind a little dirty talk, but he was more interested in hearing how the man standing above him would moan when his climax finally arrived.

He started by bobbing his head, slowly. He'd taken full control as Sven leaned his shoulders against the wall of the stall and pressed his paws into it for balance, leaving his thighs to quiver in Jake's grip as he began moving his head a little faster.

The unique texture of a feline tongue was to the delight of the drunken hyena, as just enough saliva coated it to make for a pleasant and different experience. The rigid texture was just the right blend of intensity and pleasure to make Sven rake his claws down the cheap wall of the stall, leaving deep rakes in it and casting dust into the air as Jake stayed focused.

More intense than before, Jake threw his head back and forth, taking Sven as deep as he could in his mouth before the hyena poked his throat and forced him to recoil a bit. Saliva began seeping from the corners of Jake's muzzle as his technique grew sloppy with lust, but Sven didn't have it in him to complain about it.

Precum was already spritzing from the tip of his length and soaking the roof of Jake's mouth, prompting the cat to swallow against the sensitive head and nearly slumping Sven down to the toilet seat below.

"Kinda wish I had t-to pee again...so I could draw this out j-just a little longer!" Sven admitted, revealing the secret of what they'd done to anyone else who'd come into the bathroom since they started. He knew that it would fluster the poor kitten, but it wasn't enough to stop Jake, or even slow him down.

The hyena could be a tease all that he wanted, but Jake needed one more taste in his mouth, and he knew he was getting close to it. He slipped a paw around from Sven's ass and cupped the tight, hanging orbs below, giving them just enough of a squeeze to make the hyena stiffen up completely in his grasp.

Even as full as his muzzle was, Jake couldn't help grinning at that reaction.

"Fuck...g-gonna cum..."

Jake had no idea what kind of captive audience was gathered around the stall now as people let their curious eyes wander through every conceivable gap in the rickety walls. The feline was so narrowly focused that he didn't feel the plethora of gazes...he only felt the satisfying rush of thick, creamy seed pouring over the front of his tongue, and then getting pushed across the whole of his mouth as Sven kept thrusting, even in the early moments of his climax.

Another playful squeeze upon tender balls drew a violent rush of cum. Jake widened his eyes once more and swallowed as rapidly as he could, but he knew some of the mess was trickling down from his chin as he did all that he could to contain it. Sven only added to the pressure as he slumped forward and threw his paws at the door, pushing the whole of his semen-coated shaft into the feline's throat and holding it there as he tried to retain his balance, but it was all a bit too much weight.

Gasping for air, Jake fell back and chuckled as he watched the last tiny streams of seed trickle down and spill upon his neck. "I should h-have you sit down next time," he paused, taking a moment to catch his breath. "At least, until you find your sea legs..."

"Does that mean you're up for another go already?"

Sven was being too boastful, then. His member was hanging and getting soft, having been taken for the ride of a lifetime by the skillful feline.

"I would be, but I don't think you are...not to mention we might want to move this party somewhere else."

From the floor, Jake could see a couple different faces staring under the door of the stall. Faux innocence didn't make their smiles any better as they began walking away and whistling, all of them quietly grateful for the show.