There's a hole in the wall...
The skunk gave a sigh as he pushed open the door into the bathroom. He really hadn't wanted to go on this date in the first place. Sure he had wanted to start dating again, a few months of getting over his last boy friend was more than enough. Somehow his aunt had found out though and despite her reservations about his sexuality her innate desire to make sure no one she knew was single for more than a month had kicked in.
"He's 32, so a little older than you dear, but I think that's what you need" She had said when she had just popped around " just for a chat, dear, I won't be long, don't want to impose, any chance of a cup of tea?". "He's a wolf, your last boyfriend was a wolf wasn't he?" She continued and Eric didn't even get a chance to nod before the elderly female skunk continued. "So you don't mind dating across the race line. In my day of course that would be a scandal but then two men arranging matters for how you do between them might have been the bigger issue than dating someone of a different race I suppose. Not that I have anything against gays you know dear, one of the waiters down at my club is homosexual and such a sweety. And so is this wolf, of course. Or was it bisexual? Anyway he's in business, something to do with investment, very smart. Tall, dark, handsome, the entire package. If only I was twenty years younger..."
What his elderly relative had forgotten to tell him, despite mentioning pretty much everything else about the wolf short of his measurements downstairs which if he'd asked she may well have been able to provide, was that he was also a frightful bore. He had no hobbies, no interests, his favourite band was the sound of one paw clapping. The skunk definitely got the impression the wolf was intelligent but that all his smarts had been applied into his job which didn't really interest the skunk at all. Eric had shared a few of his hobbies, D&D, computer games, swimming, volunteering at a gay youth out reach program, and the wolf listened, nodded attentively and then just switched back to one of his stories about work that the skunk didn't understand or enjoy. What the hell was a form 52C? Why did Carmen need it yesterday? Who was Jessie?
Eric walked towards the cubicles lost in thought, ignoring the three men at the urinals. Well almost ignoring them. At the last one was a youngish fox, legal but still young by the skunks reckoning, whose pant were hanging around his ankles giving everyone passing a view of red-orange ass cheeks that were perfect. They were the kind with just enough fat to be full, just toned enough to make the perfect shape and just young enough for the fur to be shiny and glossy. It was, in short, the kind of ass the skunk would love to have sitting on his face and then, long leisurely lickings later, bouncing up and down on his crotch, his cock throbbing, swelling and ready to burst and just driving it home a little harder to make the fox moan before...
The skunk felt his ears turn red as his sheath filled out in his underwear, his knob already trying push out of the furry container into his underwear. The fox hadn't even turned around and yet he felt self conscious. He turned and walked into the first cubicle that wasn't occupied, locking it behind him and just standing there for a second.
There, in his pants slowly diminishing, was his other problem. The same three months he had been single he had also been sexless, due to a lack of offers not a moral or emotional problem with random hook ups, and despite the chemistry between himself and the wolf being as exciting as the reaction between sodium chloride and dihydrogen monoxide at room temperature the wolf was attractive. Very attractive. He also seemed like the kind of guy who would have no problems taking a guy home on the first date, if only because he probably never got to a second date. Unless he was exceptionally talented in bed at least, which was possible of course. But then there had to be a reason that an attractive, wealthy, stable wolf like him was single.
The skunk didn't even really need to use the bathroom, he had just excused himself as a way to get clear of the wolf whose conversation threatened to send him to sleep. Still his body went into auto-pilot mode and his belt was quickly opened, pants unfastened and pulled down to his ankles followed quickly by his underwear. The image of the fox and the thought of the wolfs naked body still lingered on in their effect on his cock, the black furred sheath not hard but not flaccid either, just tumescent enough for it to quiver below his slightly bulging belly at the cool air, starting to grow just a little from being freed of it's tight polycotton blend prison.
His eyes didn't move away from the sight of as his prick stiffened without touch or stimulation of any kind but his own overly productive imagination. Slowly he eased himself down onto the toilet and spread his knees out wide as his prick rose up into the air, thickening, lengthening and pulsing softly, each pulse sending a wave of pleasure through the skunks groin. Finally there it stood, his skunk hood in it's all glory, foreskin peeled back to reveal a glistening knob while the rest of his thick, dark shaft jutted straight up into the air like some kind of war monument, albeit a miniature one. While the skunk didn't lack for girth in length he always found himself wanting an extra inch to bury or to wrap his paw around just that little bit easier. Eric could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment, he wasn't a teenager any more and this was a fucking men's room for fuck sake, some guy was probably taking a dump right across the thin wall from him.
The skunks train of thought was derailed by a cough. It wasn't so much the noise itself but the clarity, as though the cough had originated right there in the cubicle with him. He quickly looked around, wondering for a split second if he had forgotten to lock the door and was giving some poor guy quite the show but the door was still closed and locked.
Eric began to think that the bathroom had unusual acoustics when there was a "Psst" and this time he could tell it came from his left. Now that he knew where to look it only took a few seconds to see the hole. You couldn't call it a glory hole, even a prepubescent fox wouldn't be able to fit his prick through it but it was more than enough for whoever was in the next stall to get a good view.
Eric felt his body freeze at the realisation that someone was looking at him. He felt violated, exposed, vulnerable, dirty, aroused. It didn't take long for his brain to play "Which one of these is not like the other". Even if his brain hadn't the pulse from his cock made him realise the the last one, with a weeks worth of cum pent up in his tight sack, was going to win over the others. Without fully realising it his let his paw move down and encircle the base of his cock, squeezing it firmly and letting it stiffen that little bit more, veins showing clearly against the smoothness of his shaft. Slowly he rolled his paw up his shaft, his foreskin wrapping over his glans and then sliding back again as the skunks paw retreated. A drop of pre oozed from the slit which made Eric shiver as he never started precumming so easily.
"Nice." The voice said and while the skunk could tell it was deep he couldn't really guess a species or an age from it, only that the owner was male. He could then make out the breathing of whoever was at the other side of the hole. The breathing was slow and deep, the same sounds of arousal he remembered from his ex-boyfriend the first time he undressed for him. The skunk felt his body unfreeze slowly, the forbidden nature of the act being whittled away breath by deep breath and then smoothed by arrousal. Eric sunk down on the toilet a little more and pressed his hips up which caused his thick thick tool to point straight at the ceiling as he stroked it with just his finger tips, focused on working the thick ridge of foreskin back and forth over the head.
"Look down." The voice broke through the skunks concentration on his jerking and slowly he looked down. The walls of the toilet didn't go all the way to the ground, in fact they were unusually short compared to any other bathroom the skunk had been to. and jutting out from the gap between the wall and the floor was a dick. As soon as the skunks eyes saw it, and it didn't take long at all, they widened almost comically until they resembled dinner plates. The skunk no longer cared about how wrong jerking off in the toilet was, how long he was keeping the wolf outside waiting or even the identity of the man on the other side. A cock like the one pressed under the stall divider was worth more than 100 points of ID any day.
The dong was long. Independent of the height of the owner it was long and unless the owner was some eight foot tall bear who had to walk into the cubicle sideways the defining characteristic of the dick would remain it's length. It lacked in thickness the same way a Porche or a Mazarati lacks in speed, but compared to the length it would always remain a secondary factor. Plus when compared to the skunk cock being stroked slowly as dinner plate eyes examined every inch it was actually a tad skinnier. The only thing the skunk could criticize about it was it was cut, a nice cut though with plenty of loose skin along the shaft. Had it been uncut he would have created a new religion, the church of the under stall prick, and might have been on his knee's worshipping it the second he saw it.
Eric sat there staring for what felt like minutes but was probably only seconds. Slowly the thick schlong bounced up and down, the man on the other side obviously moving his hips in impatience, or maybe just to entice the skunk. Not that he needed to be enticed, if he had been a Sim his Lust bar would have been full and flashing the moment the guy on the other side had started watching and the program would have crashed when the skunks eyes took in too many inches of dick. Instead it was his hesitation bar that still needed to drop. Sure he'd hooked up with random guys before, made out in the back of taxis and on one occasion gone down on a guy on a bus but then he'd known the guy for at least a little while, at least enough to know a name and a face. What he was about to now was to pleasure a dick, not a man or a boy, but a cock.
Slowly he eased his body off the toilet and down onto the floor on his knees, the floor at least looked clean. His own prick throbbed almost painfully between his thighs as he reached forward and wrapped his paw around the other mans powerful looking tool. Three things happened at once. First the thick member pulsed in his paw and a squirt of pre shot out, glancing against the skunks thigh. Secondly the skunk felt the heat of his partners prick running up his paw and along his arm, the member in his paw feeling like it was on fire. Third the voice gave a loud groan which echoed through the bathroom.
Eric froze, his paw wrapped around the throbbing dick of another man, as the echo died away. No one noticed or no one cared as the other voices didn't even dull afterwards to make out what the grunt was. Slowly the cock in the skunks paw pressed forward and then back again, voicelessly urging the skunk to start stroking. Eric didn't need any more of a hint and settled his ass onto his heels and started stroking. His eyes stayed glued to the monster in his paw, marvelling at the feel of it under his grasp, the heat of it and the strength of it most of all. His ex had been a similar length, well in much the same way an iPod is like an iPhone, but had problems getting completely hard and keeping it that way. The cock here though was as hard as his own cock, possibly even harder.
The thought of how hard his cock was bought Eric's mind back to the pulsing inches between his thighs. He never stayed this hard, this long without stroking himself, in fact sometimes he had to keep stroking himself even while getting head to keep himself hard enough. But right there and then it was like something had inflated his cock and sealed it off or an invisible cock ring was wrapped around him. Not needing his other paw for himself he wrapped it around the other males length, one paw just behind the head and the other down at the base.
The owner gave another grunt, just as loud as the previous one. Even if people had reacted the skunk wouldn't have cared, he was thoroughly transfixed on the throbbing inches in his paws. Both paws in unison moved along along the hefty shaft, turning the loose skin slowly which made the entire thing pulse heavily and that let the skunk know he was having the right effect. Then just as slowly they descended and twisted back the other way until his paw pressed under the frame and into the owners pubic fur. The skunks little finger extended and felt around until the familiar heft of a swinging ball sack pressed against his out stretched digit. He felt the man shudder in pleasure as he teased the heavy sack before he pulled away and started another slow stroke.
The only measure of time were the strokes along the thick shaft in the skunks black furred paws. The first few strokes were like clockwork, slow, methodical, and regular. After half a dozen of them though the man on the other side got more excited and started to thrust at the end of every stroke. Unconsciously Eric started to speed up in response to this. Both his paws moved almost the same length they would have across his own modest endowment. Finally he couldn't keep up the pace and one paw slipped from the shaft and reached in under the wall to grope the low hanging balls he had teased before, the grunt that came from the other side leaving the skunk unsure who was enjoying this more. The paw still wrapped around the shaft moved right to the middle and worked harder, faster and further than ever before, each stroke moving from base to head and back again.
Whoever was on the other side had to be close by the skunks reckoning. His cock pulsed hard in his paws each pulse separated the grip his fingers had with each other, the girth growing as the other male got closer and closer. Pre cum had dripped from the tip onto the floor in spics and specs but as the mystery man got closer and closer, more and more pre drizzled down to form a small puddle. The males breathing had also gotten deeper and more intense and every so often the skunk could hear something else, like scratching, as though the guy on the other side was trying to grab onto the wall to sate his desires.
Without a warning, verbal or physical, the length spurted out a thick load of cum. Unlike what the skunks own prick did, he could fire his load across the room on a fine day with a little edging, this cock just spurted the white strings of cum no more than a couple of centimeters from the head of the beefy shaft. The way the member pulsed in Eric's paws didn't disappoint in the least though, it throbbed hard and each squirt of cum that splattered onto the floor left the skunks grip weakened as the girth increased dramatically.
After several long moments it was clear that the mess on the floor was all there was going to be. Still Eric was reluctant to let go of the strangers length. His fingers eased their way up and down along the spent shaft, milking it thoroughly of every last drop. Finally there came a cough from the underside and a paw moved under and gently undid the skunks grasp on the monster in his paws. Reluctantly Eric let go, watching the spent organ fall back under the divide and then disappear from sight.
Not sure exactly what the etiquette of the situation was exactly the skunk stood up and bent over to pull up his trousers and underwear. Sure he hadn't gotten off but he'd enjoyed himself and he figured he was at least one up there, although with the rigid inches he hadn't dealt with he'd probably very happily go home with the wolf waiting for him outside.
"Your turn, slide it under." The voice said just loud enough so Eric could hear it. The skunk froze for a second not sure if he heard right.
"Slide your dick under." The voice spoke again, a little louder this time and just a tad impatient. There was no mistaking what he wanted and the skunk was more than happy to oblige. Without a moments hesitation he let his pants and underwear fall to the ground followed immediately by his knees. He ignored the fact that his knee was now coated in an unidentified mans spunk, after all he already had it over his paws.
The other mans paw reached under the dividing wall and gently wrapped itself around the skunks eager inches. Eric couldn't help but gasp at the firm grasp around his shaft, the warmth and softness of the fingers causing him to start to leak pre all over again. Guided less by the paw around him and more by his own libido he shuffled forward until he lost sight of his organ, his face pressed right up the wall just like his slightly pudgy belly.
Several long moments drifted by as he felt the mystery man examine his length. Somehow the fact he couldn't see it made it all the hotter. His minds eye imagined some handsome bear on the other side on all fours, mere millimeters from his organ, sniffing it, looking at it, ready to give it one soft lick. All he could feel were the soft traces of finger tips along his shaft and occasionally over his sensitive balls. After a minute or so of tracing the guys paw wrapped around him tightly and drew his foreskin up over his knob and then back down again. Eric couldn't help but gasp and tried to hide it in an intake of air, but the way the hand around his cock sped up meant he knew whoever it was on the other side had heard it.
It wasn't the way he would normally jerk himself off, the grip was far, far tighter than he'd ever use on himself and the guy was really focused on working his foreskin back and forth, to the exclusion of anything else really. It felt good though and after a minute of hard, swift strokes the skunk could feel himself building, his already fat cock thickening as his balls started to lift. Eric closed his eyes and let himself breathe deeper, trying not to let his orgasm build too quickly but those fingers, that god damn fucking paw was amazing.
The skunk lent his head back and gave a soft grunt as he felt the point of return grow closer and closer. He began to thrust his hips, skipping slow and starting at fast which just made the dividing wall shake as he bucked against it. And then the pressure around his shaft, the tight grip and almost religious working of his foreskin was gone and his thick prick just throbbed and pulsed in the air, pre dripping down unseen to the floor.
"Please... please..." Eric found himself repeating softly as his cock just swung there in space, pulsing to itself. He thrust his hips forward and back in slow circles to try and entice the other man, needing those strong fingers wrapped around him again, milking him for every last drop. Instead two paws reached under the half wall and gripped him by the hips and held him still, the only thing moving was his prick as it rose and fell in time with his heartbeat and breathing.
After what felt like an eternity something brushed against the tip of the skunks over stimulated manhood. For exactly three and a half seconds the skunk was puzzled, both of the mans paws were on his hips, holding him still, so unless there was another man there that would mean... Eric gave a grunt as the warm, moist length of whoever was on the other sides tongue lapped him from tip to base, warm air then running over his entire crotch. His heavy balls lifted and his stubby cock erupted, not in cum but just a thick shot of pre, as the skunk caught on to just what was happening to him.
Amidst all the feelings of pleasure and arousal the skunk felt guilt. He hadn't even thought of using his mouth on the mans cock as much as it had make him salivate and yarn for it in his other place. Yet here the stranger had not even hesitated to tease and excite him with his mouth, his tongue so eager to work along Eric's short length, his paws holding the skunk steady and in place. Any thoughts the skunk had disappeared though at the same time he felt his prick disappear into the hot confines of the mystery mans mouth.
Eric squeezed his eyes shut and felt his muzzle fall open but not a sound came out. He could feel the other mans nose pressed into his groin, the male wanting more cock than the skunk could supply and trying to force it out of Eric's pubic mound. The moist heat of the mans mouth was just amazing though, it surrounded him and grew tight. The other male skillfully used his tongue to press the skunks modest inches up against the roof of his mouth and then stroke it slowly, somehow managing to work the skunks foreskin back and forth with his tongue, just a little not the entire way but more than enough to make the skunks body shake in desire. It was something he had never felt before, something he hadn't read about before or even fantasised before, something he hadn't thought could be possible.
Just as quickly as the mouth had swallowed him it pulled back to just the tip of the skunks prick. Now Eric had to grunt as he felt the tongue working over his exposed glans, the lips tight around the crown of his head and those hands holding him steady so he couldn't escape the pleasure. And it was intense, each movement of the mans tongue, each variation in the seal of the lips around him made another jolt of pleasure wrack through the skunk. Quickly, too quickly, the skunk could feel himself building again. His dull claw tips scrabbled at the wall as his hips tried and failed to pull away, his throat completely unable to verbalise that if he, whoever he was, kept this up the skunk would be spent in seconds.
Then suddenly the lips were down around the base of his cock, looser but still snug enough that there was the pleasurable sensation of being sucked and the tongue stayed still. Eric panted slowly as he felt his balls descend again, his orgasm denied to him but the pleasure continued at a much slower pace. Eric felt the muzzle on the other side pull back and then press forward again, the well trained lips masturbating him slowly. Occasionally the tongue came back into play for a few moments, it's agile movements stroked here and there which made the skunk pant softly. Then just as suddenly as it had stopped the lips pulled back and sealed around his head and the tongue started it's work again.
Eric ground his teeth as his claws failed to find purchase in the wall again. He was powerless to do anything as the muzzle wrapped around him pleasured him so intensely it was blurring the line between pleasure and pain. Again just as the pleasure was too much, just as the skunk reached the barrier of no return the muzzle returned to slower pleasuring. No violin, no piano, no artists brush or poets pen had been played quite so skillfully as the man on the other side manipulated the skunks short rod.
Eric lost track of time, space and even how many times the muzzle teased him. He had never edged before, didn't even know the name of it, but now he was getting first hand experience from someone who could read the cues of his body through his prick alone. The skunk could feel his fur clumping together with sweat as the muzzle tightened for yet another intense session, the skunk pressing his head against the flimsy wooden wall just to keep from calling out in pleasure. This time as the muzzle finished though it didn't go back to sucking but pulled off with a soft pop and the hands came off the skunks hips.
Eric whimpered, he moaned, he didn't care at all about the other occupants of the bathroom at this time, his only concern was the rigid inches jutting from his hips that needed to blow. He could hear the man on the other side and for a moment Eric thought he was going to be left there to just jerk himself off over the edge. He didn't notice the feet pushing under the divide, his eyes closed and forehead pressed hard against the wooden wall to deal with the pleasure running through him, the physical need to cum the only concern running through his head any more.
The pre slickened thick knob of the skunks cock pressed against something warm, tight, inviting. For a moment Eric thought it was the mans wonderful lips again but then as the tightness started to envelope him he realised it was far too tight, too hot, too different to be that wonderful muzzle. After only half an inch his body knew exactly what was happening and his hips started to press forward, burying himself deeper as he had done countless times before. Only when the skunk bottomed out, that his large ball sack rubbed against the strangers rump, that the tight ass gripped around the base of his cock like a fox on spring break did his conscious mind realise that he was fucking the guy in the other stall.
Eric felt the ring grow tighter around him and then seconds later realised the man hadn't gotten tighter but that his own prick was swelling in arousal, growing even thicker than it's normal stubby self. As the skunk pulled his chubby hips back the man on the other side followed until the skunk could see the lower half of his mystery man, the male obviously being a bull of some description, the short fur, tight muscles and the build of him just right. Eric shuddered as he lowered his paws to the bulls hips and pulled them back against him. The bull responded by pressing back hard and the skunks length slid all the way inside the much larger male and hilted there, the last thick inch of the skunk pressed in as easily as the thinner head had done.
He'd never fucked a male this much larger than himself before, this well muscled and this well hung. His cock jerked inside the bull as the shear power of the situation washed over him. Not only was he mounting the bull but the bull had wanted it, had been eager for it, the stud could have finished him off by paw or by mouth but instead this was what he wanted. It wasn't like it was an comfortable position for the bull either, he had to be low down to fit under the divider. Eric ground his hips in a slow circle and was rewarded not by a loud sound that would ensure the two were discovered but by the large male beneath him shivering all over, his ring growing tighter around him.
Slowly the skunk eased back his hefty shaft from the bulls tight rump, his eyes never leaving the tight ring that had taken his girth so easily, the girth that his ex had refused to even let come near his rump and that many other lovers had complained about. Just as slowly he pressed forward, not worried about hurting the bull, his paws had to hold the large man back from just rutting him into oblivion, but not wanting to end too soon which, after the bulls muzzle, was a real possibility.
The bull was far too large for the skunk to reach under, to get a pawful of that wonderful cock he had jerked off before, but the bull didn't seem to mind the lack of direct stimulation. Instead the large male got the message to stay still, that the skunks hips and prick were in charge. Eric's paws explored every inch of the well muscled rump, the toned back, the tight muscles shining through a brilliantly soft and shiny coat. He'd dreamed of being mounted by a male like this, of being pressed down or against a wall or held up and just fucked mercilessly by a muscular man like this. Never once had he imagined the opposite, the idea of a man like this wanting to bottom, and bottom for the likes of his pudgy self, was inconceivable.
Yet as he looked down at his steadily pumping hips, the bulls tight ring accommodating him like a hotel in a busy season and barely having room for him but still making his stay comfortable, the skunk knew this wasn't any dream or masturbatory fantasy he would rouse from. From an objective standpoint the actual fucking didn't last long, the skunk hadn't gotten off in a week, he had been teased by very well practiced lips and he was living out a fantasy he had never even considered possibly before. Unlike the adage of time flying when your having fun though the five minutes of thrusting, grinding and pounding the skunk gave the bull both went both too fast and seemed to last an eternity.
Eric was not consciously aware of what he was doing towards the end, all he was aware of was the pleasure that had started in his groin and now sang through every inch of his body not just the few inches between his legs that now were between the bulls legs. Like a musician he changed his pitch, the angle of entry, his tempo, the speed that his hips pounded against the bull which held against the thrusting like the ocean against the sea, his volume, some thrusts were hard and almost violent while others barely even brushed the bulls rump before pulling back and thrusting again. Despite the situation of not wanting to be caught, despite being uncomfortable wedged under the wall, the bull gave out a deep grunt, the kind of grunt that no one could mistake for anything but what it was, a bull enjoying sex. Eric didn't even pause as the voices in the toilet cut out, his hips just kept thrusting and his own grunt echoed around the busy bathroom.
The point of no return and the point of release were so close together for the skunk that he barely had time to recognise the first before he grunted out about the later. His cock couldn't swell anymore or Eric was sure it would burst so the bull received no warning as the skunk started to fill him. Eric's hips didn't slow in the slightest as he came though, back and forth went his black and white large tail as his thick prick filled the bulls rear with his seed. There seemed so much of it was the only thought Eric could manage other than "Oh god, oh god yes!" and it felt like hours until finally the skunks prick stopped filling the bulls rump and his hips came to rest against the bulls well fucked ass.
The room was completely silent then, not a person spoke, not a toilet flushed not even an errant fart. Eric panted as he held his paws on the bull to hold himself up. Finally there sound the sound of a toilet flushing, then a few mumbles before the bathroom returned to normal for everyone but the bull and the skunk whose world would probably not be normal for at least half an hour.
After a few minutes of staying balls deep inside the bull Eric decided to pull out. His girth was no longer the same monster like thickness it had reached while fucking and the skunk found he came out of the bull rump almost too easily, the tight hole still slightly open even after the skunk had completely removed himself. Eric fell back against the opposite wall of the stall panting softly as he looked at the bull rump he had completely, if only for a few glorious moments. The rump slowly moved forward and Eric gave a sigh, even though he wouldn't be able to get hard for at least another hour he still didn't want it to be over.
Slowly the bulls rump moved away under the stall and finally stood up, the skunks seed oozing out as he stood. The skunk watched as the bull didn't even bother to reach for the toilet paper to clean himself and instead stepped into a pair of discarded jeans and pulled them up. He heard the belt buckle jingle, the bull cough and the toilet flush and as quickly as it had started the sordid encounter had ended.
Eric gave a soft sigh to himself. He had known all along this would be how it would end but on some level he'd hoped for something more. That the bull might climb through and introduce himself or knock on the door or something. Instead he was through in the other cubicle straightening himself up as though he hadn't just had the living daylights fucked out of him.
He stretched out his now worn out legs and arms, the sex the most of a work out he'd had in recent memory and started to stand. If he had stood up any earlier he would have missed the piece of paper dropped onto the floor as the bull opened the opposite cubicles door. Quickly, like a raccoon grabbing a new shiny coin, the skunk reached down and grabbed the paper and read it right there and then.
"You were amazing. Call me (510) 472-2248 - Theo"
Eric stood there, the scrap of paper in his hand and his spent, spunk coated dick hanging down unsure what to do. Before he could even think about the different options he had his stomach rumbled reminding him that there was a wolf waiting back in the restaurant and a steak with his name on it. A wolf who probably was hoping to do to the skunk what he had just done to the bull if he'd been reading his body language correctly.
It was the work of a moment to pull some toilet paper off the roll and clean the spunk from his groin, his legs and a now completely flaccid member. His dark foreskinned member barely over an inch long now with a long tapered foreskin, the skunk being a grower and not a shower. Even after the toilet paper rub down though the skunk knew he reeked of bull, sex and semen which normally he'd kind of enjoy but he doubted that the wolf would have the same opinion.
Eric winced as he felt his stomach rumble again, actual hunger pains now accompanying the rumble. He'd been hungry before exerting himself so reckless and now his body needed back the energy he had expended and left inside Theo's marvelous ass. He pulled his pants up, buckled his belt, tucked in his shirt, all things he could do on autopilot and then examined himself for cum stains, something he hadn't had to do since he was a teenager fooling around with his first boyfriend. Not finding any the skunk unlocked and exited the cubicle.
No one stared, no one even noticed the skunk except for an elderly lion waiting on the stall. Eric blushed for a second, remembering the large load of bull cum lying between the stalls but moved out of the way to exit the bathroom, only pausing to wash his hands. As he exited the bathroom he found himself looking around for Theo. Of course since he'd only seen his cock and his rump it was going to be difficult. Eric thought it unfair that the bull had gotten to see him completely and not just the parts they had used together.
"You took a while, everything OK?" Eric's date said as he stood and moved around to pull out the chair for the skunk, as for all his flaws he was a gentleman. As Eric took his seat he could see both their meals had arrived and the wolf hadn't started yet even though the food must have been getting cold.
"Oh the stall was out of paper so I had to wait for someone to sit down in the stall next to me" Eric replied with a smile and added in his head "And then he sucked me off like a champ."
"Now then where were we? Oh yes, so I told Elizabeth that..." The wolf said as he picked up his cutlery and Eric felt his brain shutting down and filtering out the wolf again, putting the conversation on autopilot. He reached for his own cutlery and started to eat, which was the perfect cover for not paying attention as whenever his date asked him something he'd just nod and gesture for the wolf to continue.
Piece by piece the Skunks steak and the wolf's chicken disappeared until both had finished, their hungers sated. Well the skunks hungers had been, the wolf looked like he still had one hunger left to sate. The entire time they had been eating Eric had been looking around for the mysterious Theo but with no luck, not a single Bull met the skunks eyes.
"Owen, is that you Owen?" Said a deep voice, cutting through the wolf's monologue on investment theory. The skunk was already thankful for that, the wolf's job itself even more boring than the office politics, but he knew that voice.
"Theodore?" The wolf replied and his muzzle shifted those few octaves from a smile to a grin. "What're you doing here?"
Eric froze as a large warm hand rested on his shoulder. It was like his shoulder was suddenly attached directly to his cock because the moment the owner of that familiar voice, and now familiar scent, touched the skunks shoulder his spent dong started to rise in the confines of his pants.
"Well I do own the place, Owen. I don't exactly need a reason to be here." The bull replied and Eric felt thankful, not for the first time, that his dark facial fur stopped people from seeing him blush as the bull had started to very gently squeeze his shoulder.
"You should have told me you were coming, I would have gotten you better seats or something." The bull continued and then let his hand slide from the skunks shoulder as he stepped over next to the wolf and turned to face the Eric.
The bull was not handsome. That isn't to say Eric wasn't attracted to him, he wasn't ugly by any stretch. He just didn't have the kind of face that would ever be on the front of a magazine. His beard was braided, tied together by something yellow, and a septum ring completed the rather wild look. It was odd to think of the bull as owning a upper class restaurant as the one they were in. It was even odder to think that this scruffy giant of a bull had been so careful and attentive when nursing on his dick not twenty minutes ago.
"Now then," The bull continued, not letting the wolf get a word in edge wise, evidently aware of what a motor mouth he could be. "Who is this cute guy you have somehow convinced to join you for dinner?"
Eric felt his cheeks burn again and his member throb as Theo gave him a playful wink, the bull being well aware that Owen couldn't see what he was doing.
"This is Eric, he's uh...." And both the bull and the skunk watched as the wolf hesitated. "A friend."
"I see," Theo replied, keeping his tone neutral and his face anything but. "Well, I'll leave you two friends," The slight emphasis was not lost on Eric "to your meal and get them to send over something delicious for desert for you both." Without waiting for either of them to respond the bull walked off, giving Eric quite a nice view of the bulls rump which looked almost as nice in the tight jeans as they had before, cheeks spread and his cock pistoning in and out like a well oiled engine..
"That," Explained Owen once the bull was out of ear shot. "Was my ex, kind of disastrous all things told. He looks all big and rough but he reads all the time and when he isn't reading he's playing video games. Plus he's a complete top, so we weren't compatible there either."
"Well it's not hard to see, just look at him." Eric replied. It was either say something or burst into laughter though as he had been somewhere his date evidently hadn't and had wanted to. At the same time he slipped the piece of paper with Theo's number on it onto his lap along with his mobile phone and, while trying to continue the conversation, added him to his address book.
"No truth in advertising there I'm afraid." Owen replied and then leaned forward and grinned as he spoke "I'm way bigger than he is where it counts.". Before Eric could even react to that the wolf planted a very soft kiss on the skunks cheek and then settled back into his chair.
Bigger than the bull? Eric couldn't help his eyes from widen just a little. Either the wolf was bluffing to try and improve his chances in bedding the skunk or he had a dick large enough to cause back problems latter on in life. He felt his cock twitch in his underwear at the thought of the wolf sporting something even close to the bulls size, the skunk something of a size queen if the truth be known. Slowly, without drawing attention to himself, Eric typed in a short message to Theo.
"So your Ex here thinks he's bigger than you. Any truth to that?"
"So..." Owen said, his fingers toying with the base of his wine glass, not quite looking the skunk in the eyes straight on. "I was thinking we could head back to my place, watch a movie and then..."
Before Eric could reply he felt his phone vibrate on his lap. He picked up his wine glass to use as a cover, sipped it and then glanced down at the reply on his phones screen.
"Find out for yourself. Then tell me tomorrow night for dinner. 8pm?"
"I think I'd like that." Eric said to both.