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Drak glanced back behind himself, the metal door slowly swinging back towards the threshold - and then clicking into place in another second, the safety lock immediately firing. The spotted hyena's tail flicked behind him, belying his nervousness with the way the situation had changed: sure,_he thought, _when this guy was eyeing me my first instinct was to return the advances, but I mean - I didn't think...

Now he looked down at the striped hyena before him, olive green eyes sparkling in the cool light of early evening, muzzle angling as the stranger dropped down to his knees. Deft paws slid up underneath Drak's shirt and came right back down to the fly of his pants.

I'm not ready. I'm not prepared. I at least - have to-

"Uh..." the bigger hyena began, then cleared his throat. Tall triangular ears flicked, but still he felt the familiar pop and release of pressure from the button coming undone. "Maybe you could - let me run to the bathroom right first, and I'll-"

"What?" purred the other hyena, now kneeling down right here in the alleyway. A car went by on the road past the other end; Drak glanced up, grimaced, then looked back down again. "Gotta piss after all that drinking? Well, just your luck: you've got a handy-dandy urinal right here, too. Let me, just..."

Then the sensation of a forefinger and thumb tugging at his zipper, pulling down, spreading the flaps of his pants open, coming up to hook underneath his boxers and pull those down as well. His heart skipped a few beats, again and again. "No, it's not that, it's just that - I - uh..."

There was no easy way to say it, so he found that he simply couldn't. Two days since he had last managed to get to a shower, which combined with his busy work today, and the few times he had slipped away to relieve some of the built-up stress... Drak deliberately avoided looking down as the striped hyena tugged his pants and underwear down, the cool touch of early-evening air running its fingers in along his thighs, his sack, his shaft... his foreskin dangling down between his balls, still damp at the end from his last visit to the bathroom. In fact, the length of it caught beneath the elastic waistband and tugged further, until it had completely cleared his sack.

As soon as the hyena had pulled him out into the air Drak couldn't resist flaring his nostrils and sniffing, trying to see if even he_could smell himself. And, certainly enough, there it was: the low, deep metallic warmth, like halfway between the seafood aisle at a grocery store and the food court of an Asian mall. It was the same scent that clung to his fingers after he rolled back - and back, and back, and _back - piss, and that sucked along the fur of his belly when he wasn't attention while pawing off, the extended, limp wrinkles of his foreskin suction-cupping in place.

"Holy fucking shit," breathed the other hyena, nose similarly wrinkling with the rich musk. To Drak's surprise, though, he leaned forward, scooped his muzzle underneath the extensive limp skin, and drew in another breath. "Oh my God. Fuckin' thing looks like it'd get stuck in your zipper-"

"Yeah," Drak murmured, "that's why I stopped going commando..."

The other hyena pinched a forefinger and thumb at the tip and another at the base, and began rolling him back like retracting a long shirtsleeve from an arm. "-and stick out the leg of your shorts..."

"Also why I stopped wearing shorts..."

He had once met someone who had to put in two full strokes, head to base, to roll theirs all the way back. Drak had to put in at least_three, and had to hold it back for the way the density of the thick, succulent folds pressed forward; very rarely did he do this, though, for the same reason that the striped hyena between his knees had just found out. With those greasy, supple wrinkles folding back over themselves, the further he came to revealing Drak's head buried deep underneath, kept constantly damp and humid and downright _wet, his foreskin began to stick to itself and the sensitive flesh underneath, moisture simmered down into something thicker, denser, smellier.

Green eyes widened at the first flash of chunky, yellowish-white grime stuck between the wrinkles of overlapping skin, then danced back and forth at the drier flakes, the wetter rills. Brown-fleshed nose wrinkled, curled, flared again, and Drak covered his muzzle with a paw, expecting to have to tug his own pants right back up in another second... but instead that nose came forward again and nudged up underneath his shaft fully soft from the nervousness, pushing gently in against his frenulum. Even just the small pressure there squeezed out more grit and grime gathered into the folds behind, squishing out like dank mud from a swamp.

Able to feel his blush in his ears, Drak looked away again. "S-sorry, I'm, um..."

"Yeah. Jesus Christ. You..." The hyena swallowed, moved his muzzle up, and let the other male's shaft rest along his lower lip. This time he drew in a breath through his open mouth, visible shuddered, and then curled his tongue out across the top of Drak's head, cutting straight through the gathered mess like chunky, half-molten butter, leaving a greasy streak across pink flesh where he went. Lumps of the stuff folded off across his tongue; he shivered, closed his mouth, swirled his tongue around, swallowed, then let out another sigh. "You really should be. I'm gonna have to clean this thing up before I suck you off. You know that, right?"

"Well, I could - just - run back inside, and-"

"No, no..." The hyena turned his muzzle, brought up his other paw to roll Drak's foreskin back even further, and perked up as further folds caked with this two-day mess unraveled into view. "Door locks from that side. Faster for me to take care of this."

"But - are you-" Then Drak shivered as the hyena ran the saliva-slickened pad of a forefinger behind the rim of his head, scooping out the greasy, slimy mass. He mushed it against his thumb, spread it around, sniffed at it again, grimaced, then swirled his tongue out around it. "Oh. Oh."

Then those lips came forward and pressed against the side of his shaft, stirring with arousal despite himself, gradually stiffening. The layers of buildup began to stretch and part, slimy lumps and chunks spreading across the skin, leaving glistening grease stains where they went. "Hope you don't have anywhere to be tonight," the hyena murmured, his lips already speckled with bits of the whitish gunk. "Since this is gonna take a while."

Drak actually turned his head away against the smell, curling up like thick, oily steam off the surface of a stagnant swamp, but still the other hyena continued away at him. Broad tongue pressing in, dragging forward, scooping and slurping off his buildup; it clung to his lips and fur of his muzzle, caught between his teeth, smeared over his gums, dropped to the ground between his legs in a small pile along with dribbled drool already discolored from his foul work. But still, the further back he went, the further he rolled Drak's extensive foreskin - already it bunched up against his body, wrinkled greasy skin pressing in against itself now like a sheath - the more grime he revealed, kept stewing back in his heated, humid depths.

He shivered again, pushed himself forward, throbbed, and felt another thick smear press across the other hyena's cheek. Usually in the shower Drak had to devote four separate sessions to cleaning himself off, and even then his musk still clung to his paws afterwards. Embarrassment and nervousness flooding through him, he turned his head the other way, gasped, throbbed again when the other male's tongue flicked across and then folded into the space behind his taut frenulum, first on one side and then the other, digging out the squishy masses there.

Though maybe, he thought, despite himself, I might be able to forego that wasted time, if he's willing to stop by twice a day...