Airport Incident
Damn, it's been a while since I've written any yiff. I'm a little rusty, so constructive criticism is always welcome! This piece is short, largely because it's just some fap-fodder I wrote at midnight.
Don't read if you're not eighteen, etc, etc, and enjoy.
All characters and names copyright of Jonathan Falmouth (that would be me, for those of you who haven't been paying attention. ^_^)
Anywho, enjoy, and send me comments and such! I'm always open to suggestions, and may even write something out for you if I find it as sexy as you do!
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Jon scurried into the airport bathroom, his bladder had been very insistent after the two-hour drive to the Almond City International airport. The short fox walked quickly to a urinal and un-zipped his pants, pulling his flaccid member from his sheath and sighing happily as he let loose a stream of piss onto the urinal cake. He gave himself a few shakes to get the last of it out and stuffed himself back inside his slim, form-fitting jeans. A little too form-fitting, it would seem, as he had some trouble shoving the now stiffening fox-cock back in. He bit his lip as the head rubbed against the cloth, a clear drop of pre smearing into his pants. He cursed silently and adjusted himself, whining pitifully at the though of having to live with the arousal for the next three hours on the cramped plane. Knowing his luck, he'd probably get stuck sitting between two handsome males the whole time and be forced to think un-sexy thought the whole way, lest he creamed inside his tight jeans. Then, an idea struck him, a decidedly naughty idea that he knew he shouldn't, wouldn't, act upon. His green eyes darted around the room and he perked his ears up, listening for any sounds coming from outside the bathroom. Hearing nothing, he took a deep breath and moved to one of the stalls, his pulsing cock already in paw as he opened the stall door, spitting pre-cum in anticipation for what he was going to do.
Naturally, everything went wrong. Inside the stall was a gray wolf, sitting on the stall toilet with his pants open. Jon gave a surprised yelp, his face flushing scarlet with shame as he made a quick about-face and attempted to scramble from the stall. Then, a strong paw caught his wrist and a sultry, seductive voice that made him shiver with delight whispered, "Where ya goin' foxy?" Then, the scent hit him, the undeniable scent of male arousal, thick in the air, spilling into his sensitive black nose and eliciting a groan from him as his cock twitched in approval. Jon trembled and allowed the wolf's paw to draw him back in, the fox closing and locking the door behind him as an afterthought.
"Mmm...who would have thought I'd be lucky enough to get such a cute little fox all to myself in here..." the wolf growled softly, pushing the fox onto his knees as the lupine shaft bobbed obscenely in front of his orange-and-cream muzzle, "and here I was just going to paw off..."
Jon tilted his muzzle up and got his first good look at the wolf, intense, blue-gray eyes set in a powerful-looking face, his body well-muscled and toned, his fur neatly groomed and damp with sweat, every bit the alpha Jon craved. The wolf's black slacks were open and his legs where spread, on his chest was an unbuttoned white shirt under a black jacket, a pilot's jacket, and if that weren't enough, his cap still rested on his head, tilted down slightly as the wolf grinned hungrily at the poor, flustered fox.
"So foxy, going to get to it? I've got a plane to fly in forty minutes." he grinned wolfishly, one of his paws moving to the back of Jon's head and pressing his soft cheek against the throbbing wolf-cock, smearing the poor fox's fur with sticky pre-cum. Jon gave a soft whimper and darted his tongue out to sample the warm flesh, his eyes sliding shut as the wolf gave an appreciative groan. That was all the encouragement the fox needed as he wrapped his lips around the thick cock-head, pushing his slim muzzle down until his nose was twitching in the wolf's dense crotch-fur, the smell overpowering the fox's senses and dragging a soft moan from him, causing his muzzle to vibrate slightly around the wolf's member.
"Mmm...I can already tell you're good at this foxy...lots of practice, hm?" The wolf chuckled, his strong paws caressing Jon's large, sensitive orange ears, encouraging the fox to bob his muzzle along the cock, desperate to feel the thick meat sliding in and out of his muzzle. He kept his eyes shut as he rolled his tongue along the underside of the shaft, running it up and down as his muzzle moved skillfully along the wolf's length. He whined softly, bucking his hips as his poor neglected fox-hood pulsed and shot pre-cum onto the tile below. His paw caressed the wolf's thighs slowly, rubbing them as he moved them up to the apex and encircled the girthy wolf-hood with one paw and ran the other velvety-soft fingers along the ample testicles hanging below, heavy with unspent seed.
The wolf's soft groans and rolling hips told Jon that he was pleased with the muzzle job, and the squeezing paws groping and fondling the fox's ears were making his slim hips buck needily as his face heated up and flushed deep crimson.
"Good foxy...you suck like a pro..." the wolf hissed softly, his hips beginning to thrust his length into the fox's muzzle as he bean face-fucking in earnest, his balls twitching in the black-furred fingers warning Jon that his slurping, bobbing muzzle was about to be filled, "gonna cum so good...you'd better suck it all down foxy...can't have me getting all messy before a flight..."
Jon whined eagerly, his ears twitching in the wolf's strong grip as he suckled desperately, his nose butting into the musky crotch at each thrust, his throat gagging and squeezing around the broad cock head each time the wolf hilted, then pulled back until only the very tip was between the fox's wet lips.
"Get ready foxy..." was Jon's only warning before the wolf hilted himself, driving his cock-head into the back of his throat as the wolf practically mauled his ears and gave a howl, his pulsing wolf-hood exploding in the fox's throat, spewing thick, sticky ropes of cum straight into his willing belly. The wolf sagged and panted, his cock shooting the last of his load onto the fox's tongue as he grinned and straightened his cap. Jon rolled back onto his rump and panted, his lips stained with musky, lupine seed. He sat there a moment, regaining his breath as the wolf put his clothing back in order and smiled down at the trembling fox.
"Thanks kid, I needed that." he chuckled and opened the door slightly, slipping outside and padding away silently, his low chuckles floating back to the fox, who dragged himself up onto the toilet and and flushed hotly with shame, and no small amount of arousal. He stared at his pulsing, still rock-hard cock, jutting up from his undone pants as it oozed pre-cum, the warm bead rolling down the underside of his shaft. The fox gulped and wrapped his fingers around his shaft, jerking himself off quickly, whimpering as he hit his climax in seconds, a couple spurts of thick cum splattering on the tiled floor and the stall door, leaving him panting and embarrassed once more. He reached over and grabbed a pawful of toilet paper and cleaned up the mess, the one he'd made of his now-flaccid fox-hood and the floor, and the one the wolf had made of his lips. After he was satisfied that the no obvious evidence (aside from the smell, but what could he do about that?) was present, he zipped his jeans up and smoothed out his t-shirt, then slipped out the door and bee-lined for his plane, trying unsuccessfully to keep the bright blush from his face.
Jon rubbed his eyes as he trundled down the extending hallways that connected the jet to the terminal, his bag slung over his shoulder and his laptop bag in his free paw. He yawned as a family of bears, complete with two wailing children, meandered at an excruciatingly slow pace toward the plane. He grunted impatiently and the female bear turned back to him with a long-suffering grumble, had to return her attention back to her screaming son as four ursines entered the plane.
"Welcome aboard sir, we hope you enjoy your flight." came a pleasant voice, which belonged to a pretty mousette who ushered Jon along, smiling a very proffesional, yet warm and friendly smile at him. Jon smiled back absently and nodded, making his way slowly down the cabin until he came to his seat. After he and most of the other furs aboard had settled in, the moussette's voice cam on the overhead, "Welcome aboard flight 356, nonstop to Dukeburg...", the flight attendant went over all the requisite safety information, making sure no one forgot to put on there seat belts, and that the tampering with bathroom smoke-alarms was a crime, etc, until she came to the end, "And now, our captain would like to speak with everyone for a moment."
"Good morning everyone, this is your Captain speaking, and I'd like to welcome you all aboard..."
Jon started at the voice, his face flushing as recognition crept in.
"I'll do my best to keep us out of most of the turbulence, but hey, I've gotta get my kicks somewhere, don't I?" the distinctly lupine voice said with a good-natured laugh, "Oh, and by the way, a certain Jonathan Falmouth dropped his wallet in the bathroom, I've got it up her, and you can claim it after we land, enjoy your flight everyone!"
Jon sank low into his seat and groaned, putting his paw over his face. Somehow, he figured this was going to be a long flight.