Break Time at Brunk's Hardware
Rasmus sighed and looked at the clock again. He swore; it was fifteen minutes earlier than he hoped it would be. Working in his dad's store had a way of making that fifteen minutes feel like an hour. "Lunch, lunch, lunch," he thought to himself as he watched a teetering old goat make his way to the front of the hardware store, carrying a new channel lock and a plastic T kitchen drain kit. Frank the slick otter must have caught the goat wandering around and talked him into buying more than he needed...those plastic pieces just screwed into place by hand, no need for any tools.
"Doing some repairs," he said with a slight tilt of his head to make it a question--out of politeness.
"Why yes," said the goat as he fumbled around for his money. "The old pipes just got so corroded, they almost crumbled in my hands! I needed to replace this and baah baah bleat baaaaaaah..."
The big bull tuned the goat out, smiling when appropriate and nodding. "Yes...yes. That'll be $18.06. You can take some change out of that bowl, there. Thanks, good luck!"
With a long, bored sigh, Rasmus watched the goat wander out of the door. That was the last customer to leave the store before the usual lunch lull. His own lunch was still about 20 minutes away, though. "Screw it," he said to himself as he locked up the register. "Frank! I'm having lunch."
"Okay," drifted a voice from somewhere by the side door.
"Probably smoking," Rasmus muttered, and walked back to the break room. Sure enough, he heard the side door closed. Alone in the store, he walked down the central aisle.
Before he made it to the back, the bell attached to the top of the front door jingled, making the bull curse under his breath. Turning back to the front of the store, his mood quickly changed when he saw who it was. "Jake!"
A deer was walking around the front counter, and had started to peer over the counter as though looking for someone. "There you are, big guy," he said. "I thought you were hiding down there."
"I was going on break," Rasmus said. "It's been slow."
Jake smiled. "Maybe you oughta lock the door when nobody's in here, Rasmus," he said. Approaching the taller herbivore, he knocked his far more impressive rack against Rasmus's nearest horn. "I thought I'd keep you busy. C'mere." He made for the restroom in the back of the store, and Rasmus followed.
"I'm kinda hungry, though," the bull started to say, when they had entered the bathroom and Jake locked the door behind them. "Well, this'll take your mind off of that," the deer said as he dropped his pants. "Feast your eyes on this."
Rasmus did so. Jake was an old friend; they had gone to school together, been on several sports teams...and had fooled around on numerous occasions. Jake was a pretty smart guy, and had started at a college several towns away, while Rasmus...worked at his dad's store. Starksville State University versus Brunk's Family Hardware; what a lackluster comparison that was.
It was easy to forget right now, looking at Jake's toned legs, balls tucked up tightly under his sheath, his thin but very long shaft poking upward. "Nice as always," the bull said as he rubbed Jake's stomach through the deer's shirt, and touched the end of his cock gently. "I missed ya, Jake."
"You know I missed you, because I came all this way just to see you. And feel you." Jake backed toward a sink, and Rasmus fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Jake watched Rasmus kneel down, and moaned softly as the bull licked across his scrotum and nuzzled the tip of his cock. "I'm glad I made time for this."
"I'm glad it's a slow day," Rasmus said before he closed his lips around the deer's shaft and sucked, angling his head away from the deer so as not to gore his friend in the chest; Jake grabbed onto his horns and rubbed their bases, making the bull sigh with pleasure.
With a wet smack, he let Jake's cock fall away from his mouth. "Turn around," he said. Jake very willingly complied, and Rasmus began nuzzling the deer's small tail, nudging it up and out of the way, exposing the white underside. Jake whimpered slightly as the thick, strong tongue he knew very well began working its way across his butt hole, merely coating the lips at first with bovine saliva, and then insisting on entering slightly. Lick after lick, it probed deeper, while Rasmus lowed softly behind him. "Moo."
Jake laughed and wiggled his hips. "Moo!"
Rasmus stood, reaching around Jake and turning on a faucet. "Water and spit would work if it were you poking me, but not this way around," he said. "Please tell me you brought some lube." The bull's cock pressed against the deer's ass, making Jake long for it...but previous experience had taught him that Rasmus's cock was nothing to take lightly.
He fumbled around in the letterjacket he was still wearing. "Here...and a condom, extra large size. I think of everything." He listened to the crinkling of foil, the snap of latex and the wet sloppy sound of Rasmus spreading lube all over the covered bull cock, and grunted when the bull's fingers began spreading the slick oily lube over his asshole, poking him gently.
"I hope you're ready," Rasmus said as he hugged Jake, squeezing him tightly, and started pushing his cock into the deer.
Jake moaned and grunted louder, one of his legs quivering as the bull made his way deeper and deeper, pausing to shift and crouch slightly to improve his angle. His voice quivered as he leaned forward, tips of his antlers tapping against the mirrors above the sinks. "Oh, Ras. I'm glad I came...I'm so glad I can...uuhhh! Be with you..." He moaned and pressed back against the bull, as Rasmus slid in and out of the deer's hole.
Rasmus grunted and then squeezed Jake against himself, filling the condom inside with clenching spurts, and started to say something when there was a knock on the door.
"What the...who the hell's in there? Rasmus!?"
Thankful that he had reached his climax when he did, Rasmus coughed and said weakly "Uh, yes?" Jake's hole tightened around his cock out of a startled reflex at the voice outside the door, but Rasmus's member was already retreating due to the same unexpected interruption.
"Why'd you lock the door? Hurry up in there."
"Hide," whispered Rasmus. "In the supply closet." Tossing the condom into the trash, he fumbled with his pants, putting them back on, and got the key from the ring that opened the small closet filled with cleaning supplies. "Just hang out, he said to Jake as he tossed the deer's clothes to him and shut the door behind his friend.
He took one final look at himself in the mirror, then unlocked the door. Frank brushed past him. "I really had to go," the otter said. "What the hell were you doing in here?"
"Just...uh, you know. I'm gonna go finish my break and have lunch," Rasmus said as he left.
Frank shook his head and stood in front of one of the pair of urinals and scratched himself. That bull was as dumb as a whole pile of bricks out in the back yard, but he'd been born into the right family--that's the only thing he'd done right, in the otter's opinion. He washed his hands and frowned at himself in the mirror. "Not so good, Frank," he said to himself, and he flashed himself the smile that used to close deals at the car lot, before he lost his touch. He washed his hands, chuckling. "How the mighty have fallen--hello, what do we have here?"
As he was about to toss the paper towel in his hands into the open waste paper basket, he noticed something on top of the pile--a used condom. "Well, I guess that particular stereotype about bulls is true," Frank said to himself. He walked out of the bathroom, smiled at Rasmus, who seemed very nervous and was standing outside the break room.
"Slow day today, eh Mr. Brunk?"
"Kind of," Rasmus stammered.
"Mmm. Well, I'll go hang out in front. You eat your lunch." Frank walked to the front of the store and looked out the front window, listening to Rasmus head back to the bathroom. The otter's eyes rested on a car, parked out front. "Well, well, well."