Gold-diggers
Gold-diggers by Kevin Crest
The Pink Tail was the skankiest place one could find himself into, on a Friday night. That is why, at the end of every working week, men, hanging out with their boys, took on different names; dressed in a random variety and opened their wallets to spend some money on entertainment, which their respectful wives refused to provide for them. Such clients attracted a large number of volchers, seeking unsuspecting pray to bring home for a night of fun or simply to earn a bit of extra spending money.
Kris was one such volcher. He did not know why he enjoyed tricking man; it was simply something he was fond of. Most times he would have to mingle with the crowd inside the actual bar, smelling foul odors and musk everywhere, but tonight it seemed he had a bit of extra luck. He had already serviced two gentlemen; a limp-dicked wolf and a rabbit with the normal hare trigger, and was quite happy with the earnings. After a bit of molding the idea of going home to his nice empty bed in front of the telly, he had decided that the night was too young to be wasted on such unprofitable activities.
The white fox fastened his jacket tighter around his waist and waited. He whimpered a bit. The normal, stripper clothes he was wearing under the oversized top werent providing him with much warmth, but did wonders for his hips. The only appropriate, yet stylish piece he had was a black, woolen shawl, but even it couldnt warm him up enough. Reaching with his right paw inside his pocket, Kris fished out a half-empty cigarette box and took one out. He fumbled with his lighter trying to light it. When he failed he looked at it a bit closer and saw it was completely empty. "Great." He grunted to himself and threw the useless thing away. He was just going to go ask the whores on the opposite street for a light, when a paw outstretched in front of him and a flame illuminated his face.
He looked up at the half hidden face and slowly dipped the tip of his cigarette in the light. "Thank you, sweetie" he purred at the stranger and took a deep drag "you lookin for company tonight?" "Are you offering?" said the man. His voice was rough and deep and reminded Kris of a bear. He inched a bit closer, but couldnt outline his face. "Sure." The man placed one hand on the wall and leaned closer to the fox. In the complete darkness, the only light cast from the dwindling tip of a cigarette, all Kris could see, while the man breathed heavily in his face was a pair of yellow eye, staring at him. He could also smell musk; a strong, male scent that overflowed him. He tried to guess to what species that scent belonged to, but he couldnt really guess. "Do you want to take a walk?" quietly said the man, his unmoving eyes glaring at Kris. Taking one last puff from his smoke, Kris nodded and took the hand that was outstretched. He dusted the filth that was stuck to his back and followed after the man. They walked in silence for a while, neither saying a word. Once or twice, the much larger figure would turn around to make sure he was being followed and quickly faced forward again, not giving Kris enough time to have a good look at his face. The fox was forced to stare at the long, swishing tale on his back for a few more blocks, before he literally run into the mans back.
"Be careful," said the man and turned around to support the fox. They were standing under a street lamp, which threw a generous amount of light over them. For the first time since they had met, Kris was able to get a glimpse at his face. He was definitely a wolf, but something in the facial lines reminded him of a dog. He had long hair, running down his left eye, much like Kriss own hair was, a grey muzzle with a goatee and a pierced eyebrow. He looked quite decent by stranger rules. "Dont want you to trip and hurt yourself."
Kris smiled sheepishly at the man and let himself be held. The man sensed that he had received a silent permission to engage in the activities they were both here for and slid a clawed paw down to where Kriss butt was. He softly clenched one cheek and gave it a squeeze. Kris could feel a feint growl coming from the mans maw, so he froze in one place. If it was something he had learned from dealing with dominative partners it was to shut up and let them grope you. That way you felt safe and they got to express their suppressed macho instincts. The wolf leaned his head closer and sniffed at his neck fur. Apparently he liked what he smelled, because he started caressing it with gentle licks. After he was done with his neck he continued to his ear where he nibbled a bit on his lobe. Meanwhile his hand was busy probing his exposed rear, softly gliding across the fur. One of his claws found the tight pucker under his tail and gave it a light pinch.
Kris took a sharp intake of air, as he had been learned, demonstrating his willingness in the act. It worked like a charm, making the wolf more confident in his actions. He let go only for a second, before grabbing his paw tightly and started dragging him across the street, to the back of an ally. With one sharp movement he pinned him to the brick wall and put both his muscular hands on either side of his head. His head leaned again, this time locking lips. Kris could feel the strong wolf tongue probing against his, seeking entrance. He obediently moved his own tongue to one side. The wolf launched at the sudden space and pressed tighter, clashing their faces together. While they were kissing his hands were roaming over his body. He could feel his tights being pushed to each side and a strong hand grabbing his package. He mewed at the violent touch, but did not move away. "You suck dont you?" panted the man in his muzzle. Kris nodded and snaked his hand between the wolfs crotch and felt the pulsating erection, trapped inside. He heard a low growl, but he knew from experience it was not threatening. He squeezed the growing knot beneath the base. It felt large and full of blood. He moved down to the heavy balls, pressed painfully against the rough fabric of the jeans. He could feel that his lover was not wearing any underwear, so the need for caressing must be doubled.
All of a sudden he was released from the strong embrace. The man stepped back and with feverish movements unzipped his pants. Kris felt a strong hand on his shoulder, pushing him down. He kneeled, face to face with a very erect, very potent, leaking manhood. He took a hold of it with both hands and gave it a tentative squeeze. A few drops of pre trickled down the large head, which he quickly licked away. The wolf above him whimpered a bit, his eyes half closed, starring at the bricks in front. Taking his time exploring the magnificent specimen of canine maleness, Kris let go of the shaft with one hand and placed it under the heavy ball sack. He fondled the orbs in his paw, weighting them over, which won him another few drops of pre jittering out. He licked them off again, and slowly, but firmly took the head in his mouth. The wolf hissed in contempt and braced himself against the wall. He gave a small trust forward, sending more of his meat inside the warm muzzle. After he didnt hear a complaint he trusted again, this time deeper. The warmth surrounding him was too tentative, so he quickly picked up the pace, trusting in and out. His jaw opened a bit, small clouds of warm steam escaping.
Kris let go of the base and braced both hands on the tight buttocks, letting his muzzle be completely overtaken by the strong scent of flesh and wolf. Once or twice he accidentally brushed the surface with his fangs, making the wolf snarl at him. His gag reflex was well trained, so he did not experience any problems deep throating the rampaging man, but the pre that was gathering inside his muzzle and down his throat irritated him a bit. The wolf kept at it for a few minutes, grunting and cursing as he plunged his meat faster and faster inside. Suddenly he stopped, half way in, took a deep breath and forced as much as he could inside. A torrent of juice flushed directly down the foxs throat and inside his stomach. The wolf gave a few more trusts, squirting the last of his essence and slowly pulled out.
He panted a few times before sighing deeply and zipping up again. He helped Kris stand up again and with a playful lick, cleaned some of his semen that had sprayed on the foxs cheek.
"Wow, that was something else!" he whistled "You sure know how to gobble down on cock dont ya, doll-face?" Kris smiled, but didnt reply. He dusted some dirt of his cut pants and fastened his shawl a bit. "I mean, damn" continued talking the wolf "Ive had a lot of bitches on me, but you know what a man wants. You wanna come to my place for a bit?" "No, Im fine." said Kris and stroked the mans chest "I think I had enough fun for tonight." "Ok than, what do I owe ya?" "Nothing, honey," smiled Kris and turned around "this one is on the house." The wolf blinked a few times before his face spread in a big grin. "Well, damn, cool, must be my lucky night!"
Once into the main road, Kris watched as the tall man vanished into the distance and took out the hidden wallet from his pocket. He fumbled inside and casually took out a few bills. With a snicker he tossed the empty leather aside and reached for his cigarettes. He took one out and lit it with the newly acquired lighter. He took a deep drag and started walking. "Must be my lucky night." He grinned as he took a left and was swallowed into another dark alley.