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Tristan hurried back and tried to dodge through the crowd as he juggled his cellphone and coffee. The shortish sheep navigated the sea of larger furs that were crowding the mall walkway, dodging between a few people and muttering a quick apology after bumping into them. Finally he saw his store and ducked in heading straight for the back and avoiding eye contact with any customer that may have spotted him. Tristan still had five more minutes of break time, damn it, and it was going to use every minute. Chugging his coffee in hopes of getting a mid-shift rush he scrolled through one social media app then the other in hopes of escaping from work just a bit longer.

He still wasn't sure what masochistic part of himself decided it would be a great idea to work a part time job during the holiday crush, especially at the mall. It wasn't as busy as it used to be, sure, but it was still crowded. Tristan still wasn't entirely sure why he was working at the sporting goods place though it was an extra paycheck. Tugging at the stupid fake jersey he had to wear he found his nametag and put it back on, grumbling a bit. Two minutes left. As he was about to put his phone away it dinged again with a new alert. Checking the screen his breath caught and he looked around making sure no one else was in the back room.

Scrolling through Tristan felt his cheeks flush hot under his wool as he looked at the new messages on his hook up app. It had been a pretty dry month or two and he'd figured why not, put a few cute pics out there and see what he got. Well, more than cute he supposed, what with his wooly butt facing the camera in a jockstrap he had. It was the typically thotty pic, boy butt on the bathroom sink half facing the mirror and showing off that thick sheep rump. Hey, he was allowed to be a little desperate.

Most of the message exchanges were short and went nowhere or were guys just looking for more pics. The current guy though, well, things were looking promising. It was a typical top pic in the profile, dude shirtless, in the bathroom of course, underwear pulled down just enough to show off and tease the cock. Tristan felt his cock twitch as he looked at the picture of the light brown stallion, a muscular guy with just a hint of dad bod and a cock that was sure to wreck his wooly butt. Really it was just what he needed.

Looking down he saw the incoming message What's up there woolly butt? Working hard today? and Tristan chewed his lip a bit. He'd told the guy, who gave the name Caden, that he was working two jobs. Shrugging and figuring what the heck, he replied Yeah, sweating my butt off at the second job. Stupid retail at the mall. Guess I'm just a sucker for punishment.

Glancing around he tapped a foot knowing that his break was about up. The manager was a dick, especially to seasonal help, and he didn't want to get written up again. But the promise of horse cock was enticing. The reply came just a few seconds later Yeah? Sounds like fun. I could make that wooly butt sweat in other ways you know. Speaking of wooly butt, I'd love to see more. Tristan grinned and felt a bit of a rush. He really shouldn't. Glancing around he stepped behind one of the racks, his heart racing. Lifting the jersey he half turned, tugging down the back of his pants, and awkwardly snapped a pic, sending it. Then came the reply Now there is a nice thick sheep butt. And let me guess, if you work at the mall you work at Play Fast? Might need to stop by.

Tristan's eyes went wide. Shit. Shit shit shit. Shoving the phone in his pocket he turned and went right back onto the floor. The stud had to be joking of course. The stupid jersey was a dead give away to where he was working at. He should have known better. Was his name tag showing in the picture? Before he could worry any more about it he had a customer looking for some soccer cleats. Throwing himself into the job Tristan felt a bit more at ease as the hours went on. Surely it was just some harmless flirting. No one was actually going to show up here. The customers started to trickle down as the night began to wear on, giving him a thankful reprieve.

With the store mostly empty Tristan looked around, checking for the manager, and pulled his phone out to look for any new messages. There was just one from Caden, showing him in a gym locker room stripped down to just a jockstrap with the caption Think I need some new sports gear. Swallowing hard Tristan looked at the time stamp. Forty minutes ago. That sent his pulse into high gear again. They were about half an hour before closing. No big deal. Just some flirting.

The manager, an older, pot bellied racoon that had no real business working in sporting goods, came over to Tristan, "Hey, Tristan. I'm going to hit the food court. I'll be back after closing to get the till and shut everything down. Just close the gate and clock out after you're done cleaning, alright? Oh, and good job today."

Grinning after earning some praise from the curmudgeonly racoon Tristan hummed and went behind the register. The store was pretty much cleared out by now and he pulled his phone out, scrolling through. No new messages. Pulling up Caden again he replied Get lost on the way or something? We're about to close. Might have to wait on your new gear. Grinning he didn't hear the beep of someone coming in and only looked up when he heard the cough in front of him.

His nose twitched a bit, smelling the scent of a male fresh from the gym. It was heady to say the least. Glancing up his smile fell and his stomach sank as he saw, standing before him, a rather large stallion. A stallion that he recognized. With his heart racing and feeling like it was about to pound out of his throat Tristan simply dropped his phone, unable to speak. Fuck.

Caden looked down, leaning on the counter a bit, "So, I was looking for some new stuff. Figured it was time to get a new jockstrap, ya know, for the gym. Mind showing me where they are at."

Tristan's mouth was dry. This wasn't happening. This is shit that happened in porn. This doesn't happen in real life. Nodding and feeling his body respond automatically he silently hoped that someone would come into the store. Shuffling toward the back he led the large equine down the rows of clothes, shoes, and hockey sticks till they got to the back. Numbly he pointed to the display, unable to form words.

Caden grabbed up one of the boxes and was looking it over, "Ya know, always sucks trying to find one that fits. They try with that whole 'anthro standard size' thing but some stuff just doesn't fit right. You know what they say, hung like a horse and all. Makes it hard to find something that is big enough there but small enough on the hips. Usually I order it in special."

Tristan felt a hot rush of blood to his face and other places as well. This wasn't fucking happening. Swallowing hard and throwing caution to the wind he glanced at the store entrance making sure no one had come in, "Uh yeah, yeah that must be hard. Er, I mean difficult. To find I mean."

Looking over and following Tristan's glance, Caden gave a lazy smile and tugged down the front of his gym shorts, showing off the worn jock he had on, "See? This one is just plain wearing out. I really do need to get another one."

That made Tristan's heart leap. So stupid, this was so stupid. Fuck it, it was a temp job anyway. Leaning his head in he looked up, taking a long, slow inhale off the stud. That was so damn good. Well, if he was going to do this, go all in. Dragging his face along the front of the jock, he reached over and placed his hands on the stud's hips, getting a good feel of the sheath waiting for him. Looking up at the stallion, Tristan smiled a bit, "Well, we do have changing rooms. Of course they are locked so I have open them for you. I can also help you make sure they fit."

Caden gave a wink and nodded his head as he tugged his shorts back into place. Tristan led the way over to the row of changing rooms with the scent of fresh stud still in his nostrils. He had the key in his pocket, half fumbling it in excitement as he pulled it out and unlocked the room toward the back. It was the handicap one, giving them a bit of extra room as he stepped right in and dropped all pretense of trying to play coy. There was a stud here, ready, and he wasn't going to play hard to get.

Caden immediately pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them while Tristan sank down to his knees, looking up at the big stallion. Diving right in he dragged his face against the bulge in front of him, his paw stroking along the stud's muscular legs, inhaling that scent. He felt a paw rest on the back of his head as he tugged the pouch to the side and let the horse spill free. In front of him stood a thick sheath, the flared head starting to poke free, and a set of hefty nuts. Knowing just what to do he reached out and cupped Caden's nuts while his other paw started to stroke the cock. Practically drooling Tristan went to work on the stallion's nuts.

Dragging his tongue over the sack he felt that tangy taste and inhaled the scent, getting a hit straight from the source. It wasn't terribly strong, just enough to get him going. Tristan could feel himself tenting in his own lame work khakis but tried to focus on what was in front of him. Licking over those heft nuts he worked his mouth around one, sucking on it as he stroked and felt the horse grow hard in his paw. Shit, hung like a horse indeed. Feeling the equine slide out of the sheath and grow in his paw he kept stroking Caden's large flared head. The stud was already leaking a bit of precum that helped lube his strokes up a bit.

Ducking his head a bit Tristan lifted up the heavy nuts and cock that was in front of him, diving between and under the stud to drag his tongue along the taint. That earned him a good shudder from the large stud as Tristan swirled his tongue a bit going back and forth. He kept working the cock as best he could while keeping his focus down here. Tristan could feel Caden respond to his work, the large equine bucking his hips as that sheep tongue went to work. Breathless, Tristan pulled back and looked up, slowly stroking the cock. Catching his breath he just quickly said a single word, "Rimjob?"

Tristan had always wanted to do this. As Caden started to turn around Tristan sat on his rump and put his head against the wall of the changing room, grinning a bit. He didn't say anything, catching Caden's eye and waving him back. The horse gave a smile and backed up trapping Tristan's head between the wall and the horse's thick, muscular rump. Tristan felt his eyes just about roll back in his head as he was smothered by that thick ass, his tongue darting in to start rimming the horse. Reaching up to grab as best he could at the equine's hips Tristan went to work, working the stud's asshole with his tongue.

If there was a heaven this was it. He didn't need this job anyway. Tristan wasn't quite able to reach around and work Caden's cock though the equine didn't seem to mind. Slobbering over that hole his hand came around to grope at Caden's nuts, massaging and rubbing at them, giving them a gentle tug. Tristan lost track of time, eating Caden out, till the equine finally pulled back and freed him.

Sitting there, knowing that his wooly face must surely be a mess, Tristan was now face to face with that large flared cockhead. Glancing up he licked his lips, one paw holding onto the shaft and guiding it in, doing his best to stretch his mouth wide. Fuck that thing was thick. Relaxing as best he could he took the cock into his mouth and stroked the shaft that didn't fit, working it over and bobbing his head. Hung like a horse. Feeling that tangy taste of precum in his mouth Tristan closed his eyes and sighed a bit, pressing his tongue to the underside of the shaft, working it as Caden rocked his hips.

Tristan's eyes went wide as Caden gave a thrust and pushed that thick flare into his throat. Fighting down his gag reflex Tristan did his best to take it, breaking slowly though his nose and more than a bit pleased with himself. He wasn't gagging so far. Resting a paw on Caden's hip and his other stroking at his shaft, Tristan did his best to bob on the shaft. He could hear Caden's breathing getting faster, his thrusts a bit needier. Knowing what would come next Tristan did his best to brace himself.

A few moments later Caden gave a loud grunt, almost a whiney, and came hard. Feeling the ropes of stud seed shooting down his throat Tristan did his best to relax and catch it all. A few more thrusts and Cadne was done, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Slowly pulling his cock out Caden tucked it away as he gave a grin and looked down at Tristan who was trying to keep anything from spilling down on his jersey. Tristan took a few moments to collect himself, catching his breath and slowly standing up in the changing room.

Giving a grin, he looked up at the stud, "Yeah, I don't think this is going to fit you. Sorry, we only carry the standard sizes. Maybe I could order something for you, get it sent in special? You know, so you have to come in again?"

Caden gave a bit of a laugh at that, "Nah, I think I'll just order it online. Course, could use an excuse to see you again."

Tristan got in close to the stud, his paw running over the bigger anthro's chest, "Well, I usually get off at nine here. And I'm free next weekend."

Caden bent his head down, cupping Tristan's chin in his paw and gave a quick kiss. Winking a bit, he reached back and down, giving the sheep's ass a squeeze, "I think I can make that work. I'll message you here tomorrow."

Grinning happily Tristan opened the door and started to lead Caden out when he saw the gate was down. Shit. He hadn't done that. Glancing around in a panic he led Caden to the front of the store and pulled the gate up a bit, letting the equine wriggle under and out. Panicking Tristan looked around, listening for signs of the racoon. Then he heard it, a sort of grunt and slap coming from the back room. Being as quiet as he could he tiptoed his way behind the counter, peeking in the open door.

And there was his middle age boss banging some girl from the pretzel place over the back racks. Holding back a bit of a laugh he made his way back to the front of the store. It seemed like he wasn't the only one having some fun after hours. Lifting the gate again and sliding under, Tristan heard his phone buzz again. Smiling a bit he opened the app and saw that Caden had sent his phone number. Grinning he added it in and hurried out to the parking lot. Maybe the sports store was going to pay off after all.