Bore & Stroke
Blah blah blah adults only blah blah gay perversion blah.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is set in the 'Blue Forest' setting as established by K.M. Hirosaki and is used with permission. Thanks for both allowing me to do this and for creating such an interesting world to begin with!
My name is Kodori Iao, and I'm a driver. For years, I've been obsessed with it. Most of the time, I can't think about anything else. Back when I lived with my parents, I remember my dad mentioning that I ought to race cars for a living, and that was that. So the day I got my license, I started to learn. I remember watching those celebrity race car drivers on television. They were so glamorous, so handsome, so successful. And so here I am, a race car driver myself. Who'd have thought it would be such hard work.
* * * *
The early morning sun shone in through the garage door, making the sweat beading at my forehead glisten. I tightened my grip and braced myself against the frame of the 1988 Mazda RX-7 Turbo that's been my pride and joy for the last two years. I had my teeth clenched and the muscles in my shoulder and arm were straining. My spotted and striped tail lashed once behind me in frustration. Damn it. Damn hair as it threatened to drift down into my eyes yet again. Damned rust. Damned eighties sports cars. Damned intake manifold. Damned bills that had no end.
I'd been so busy thinking about those bills that I didn't notice when the nut I was ratcheting threatened to break free, and then suddenly turned the way I'd been trying to get it to. My gold eyes snapped wide open as my knuckles slammed down onto the engine block, metal tearing through the nitrile gloves and tearing skin.
"Fuuucckk, fuck fuck," I hissed, straightening up from the car's engine bay and clutching my injured hand. Damned car. I swear the thing is vampiric, because it's sucked more of my blood than any of the men I've ever slept with, and that's saying a lot. I think that I might have a scar on the back of my neck from my last boyfriend. Goddamn, he was a fucking hot....
...And there I went again. Swearing at the littlest things. I never used to swear. Letting my mind wander when my fingers were dripping blood down onto the recently painted bright white bumper of my car. Shaking my head, I stripped the remains of both gloves off of my hands and tossed them into one of the cardboard boxes I was using as a trash bin. I figured I'd just leave the tools where they were. It's not like I wouldn't be back on the car later today, anyway. Damn thing.
I stalked out of the garage and over to my bathroom. It was a short walk. The bathroom was just a little stall separated from the garage by a curtain. The cramped space was almost unbearable - okay, yeah, I admit it. I'm vain. I want to look good. I want my fur to be pretty and soft, I want my hands to be spotless and pristine, and most of all I want to dress nice. Silk, rayon, leather, I loved all of it. And had none of it. A soft sigh of remembrance misted the mirror in front of me. I stared at the face that looked back at me.
I was only nineteen, but I was starting to look older. Damn automotive soap. I couldn't really afford lotion or conditioner these days. It was either that or food. Still, it could be worse.
I'm a cheetah, and I keep myself in good shape. Of course, being a cheetah means I'll never really be able to bulk up, but I don't mind that. I have strong arms, a nice chest, and a tight little six pack further down. Long legs, of course, and all of the men tell me I've got a nice ass. That damned hair is black and long, and I've got it in a ponytail right now. I'm usually called pretty by the occasional one night stand that I occasionally let take me home, and that doesn't bother me.
And again with the wandering mind. I figured self admiration was better than self deprecation, though. I turned on the water with my good hand and hissed quietly in discomfort as the water and soaped cleaned the blood and grime from my paws. I didn't bother being too thorough, since I was going to take a shower anyway.
My gold eyes flicked up to the clock. I had two hours before I had to be at the promotion. That was even enough time for a little relaxation.
* * * *
I kept my eyes squeezed shut as I slid my fingers through my hair, rinsing conditioner out of it. It really was long when it laid flat against my head like this. Head and back, really. Okay, yeah, I'm proud of it. It looks nice, and the good shampoo and stuff is about all I can afford in terms of beauty products.
My mind started to wander once again. And like it tends to when I'm unoccupied, it wandered back to my last boyfriend. He was a wolf. Tall, muscular, and handsome in that roguish sort of way. I felt myself getting hard just thinking about it. Hell, why not. I had the spare time. Easing one arm down from the wall of the shower, I wrapped my fingers around the modest seven inches of uncut dick that were jutting upwards towards my abdomen, and started to stroke. It was so easy to picture him, particularly from waist level. That's where he liked me the best, he said I had the best mouth he'd ever had before.
Little shivers worked their way down through my slim body, and I could feel fluid that was a little thicker than water trickling down over my hand. If I had an actual bathtub instead of this little stand up shower, what I was doing would be easier, but I didn't care right now. I was too busy picturing how that wolf of mine used to look when he was coming. He didn't have a knot, but he'd swell way up almost like he did. That picture in my mind is what made me shoot off. You know the feeling, when you pass the point of no return and just feel all of that sensation rushing through your body.
I leaned back against the wall of the shower, and let the water stream down over one of my legs and arms rather than across my torso. I hunched over as far as I could in the cramped space, opened my mouth, and tugged my cock upwards. It turned out that I had good aim today. The first few jets of semen, the strongest ones, ended up spraying up right up into my mouth, across my tongue and teeth. One more sprayed across one of my tearmarked cheeks, and the rest stringed themselves across my chest and stomach. Letting go of my cock, I exhaled softly, and closed my mouth to savor the taste for a few seconds before gulping it down, and washing the mess out of my fur. That had been a big one. And once again, I felt just a little lonely. That wolf had moved on once he'd found someone a little more successful, with a little more money. "Get a real job," he'd said. But I couldn't do it.
"Whatever," I murmured to myself as I shut off the water. Time to get ready. I was hoping that tonight, I'd be able to be a little more successful, myself.
* * * *
It didn't take long for me to find a parking spot at the racetrack today, since there wasn't another one scheduled until the weekend. The Blue Forest Circle was only still called that because, back in the sixties, it used to be a circle track, y'know, like they have today in NASCAR. Things were slow back then, and the whole thing got torn up. I think I remember reading that it was going to be a shopping mall at one point, only they had trouble getting funding, so it just sat for about fifteen years, collecting dust, rodents, and hobos.
That was until this young guy with a trust fund picked up the place and started renovating. Now, it's a road track. Instead of just a big donut, it's got curves, straightaways, hairpins, you name it. From what I hear, Blue Forest is up and coming in the national circuit, which makes it a good place for someone like me to make a name for myself.
As I climbed out of the beater Honda Civic I drove around instead of my baby, I locked the door and made sure my jumpsuit was zipped up and looking presentable. It's regulation and fireproof and everything, but homemade and a little on the rough side. As I was walking past the big line of spectators who were headed to the ticket booth, I glanced at some of the other men and women who were using the staff entrance like I was. Most of them had sponsors. Logos on their jackets, stuff like that. I felt a little irritation stirring in my stomach. How many times had I been passed up for sponsorship now? Three?
I didn't know what their problem with me was. I'd had a really good record this season. Out of the ten races I'd run this year, I'd won two of them, and usually all it took was one solid win for one of those corporations to pick you up. Not that it's as easy as it sounds, of course - everyone's got their own schedule, of course, but there were probably at least a couple hundred drivers who were on that track on a regular basis. And that's what I was thinking when a hand clapped down onto my shoulder from behind.
"Kodori! How's it hanging, kid? Manage to get that junk heap of yours all patched up?"
I jumped despite myself, and smiled before glancing back over my shoulder. Over and up, rather. The leopard was about half a foot taller than my own five foot eight. Carl Hagen and I had been friends since I was seven, he was fourteen, and he started babysitting me. It was actually him who taught me the basics of racing and mechanical work. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that he's the reason I'm doing what I'm doing now. I gave his paw a brief enough squeeze to keep anyone from really thinking it was much but a friendly gesture.
"W'sup, Carl. Uh, yeah, mostly. One of the fuel injectors crapped out on me and I'm in the middle of replacing it. You know how it goes." The big cat laughed, and gave me a squeeze before letting his paw slide free.
"I told you to buy a Nissan, kid, but you just couldn't keep your paws off that rotary engine."
I chuckled, and merely shook my head as I step forward to sign my name on the registration sheet. I wasn't thinking about cars any more. Damn it, I needed to get laid. Carl was actually the first guy who ever fucked me. He still does, every once in a while, and he knows what he's doing. Focus, Kodori, focus.
I'd done this a million times, and knew the procedure. The registration area lead into a meeting room that was adjacent to the pits, garages, and track. Today was this month's sponsor meet. A lot of the big corporations were here looking for talented drivers to stick their label to. Fuck, the place was packed. As both me and my leopard pushed through the doors and a crowd of foxes in black fireproof jumpsuits nearby, Carl went right over to A'PEXi's booth and started talking up their rep.
Carl had a good situation going, and I was a little bit jealous of him. Happy for him too, sure, but just a few months ago he'd been in the same place as me. Struggling to pay bills, scrounging for cheap replacements for damaged parts, and hoping against hope that he'd be one of the lucky few to catch someone's attention. Now, as long as he kept on doing as good as he has been, they pay for parts, and even pay him a salary, even if it's a kind of small one, to race here.
I let an irritated growl slip from my muzzle as I saw, through the crowd, one of the drivers over by the GReddy booth (don't ask me why all of these companies can't figure out proper capitalization) turning away and heading back towards the exit, trying to keep a subdued grin off of his canine face. He was carrying one of those big envelopes that they give you once sponsoship is granted. I looked for a second longer to make sure that I knew who it was.
"Aw, what the hell," I murmured to myself. I'd seen him before, and even though I didn't know all of his stats or anything, but I knew well enough that he hadn't managed first in a single race yet. Yeah, awright, it was starting to get to me. Why all of these second rate guys and not me? I started to head towards the HKS booth, but I didn't have a lot of hope. They'd turn me down last month. And then, for the second time today, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Kodori Iao?"
I blinked. No one ever called me that. I turned around and found myself standing face to face with a handsome raccoon. He couldn't have been much older than I was. Electric blue hair topped his head, and green eyes peered right back into mine. A pretty light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up hung down over stylish cargo pants down lower. Not exactly businesswear, but the guy was hot, no doubt about it. I stammered for a moment, and he smiled.
"Hey, no worries. My boss wants to have a talk with you. Come with me, all right?"
"Uh. Yeah, sure."
I didn't have a fucking clue who he was talking about. His boss? I was starting to wonder if this might be my break. He started leading me towards a staircase that lead up to the upper level of the stadium, back where all of the offices were. Wait a sec. I was starting to have some suspicions here, and they were good ones. For the first time in a month, I started to feel excitement. Okay, I feel it when I'm racing, but that's adrenaline. And I feel it when some guy has my face pressed between his legs, but that's something else. This was anticipation.
We climbed the stairs, and the raccoon unlocked the door and pushed his way inside. The walk was pretty short. Through some hallways, and finally out back to the corner of the building, the last office in a row that were obviously meant for executives. The raccoon leaned over at the desk just outside the office door, presumably his desk, and pushed a button. I heard a deep voice come through a speaker. "Show him in, Mister Jackson." The raccoon looked back up at me, and smiled that winning smile again. I wasn't really paying attention now, though. I'd broken out in a cold sweat.
"Go right inside, Mister Iao."
I managed a stiff nod, closed my hand around the doorknob, and turned it slowly. The door opened to reveal a posh, expensively decorated office. There were lots of books, paintings, high class furniture, stuff like that. But I really wasn't looking at that. I was looking at the man sitting at the desk across from me. Hugo Anelli. I knew who he was, but so did everyone who raced here.
This right here was the man who'd bought the racetrack back in the early eighties and turned it into what it is today, one of the most challenging courses on the national circuit. It also drew a lot of spectators and grossed a shitload of money every year, from what I understood. Absorbed in my own thoughts, I'd failed to realize I was standing there in an open doorway, gawking. The big man glanced upwards from where he looked like he was reading a personnel file. I wondered briefly whose it was.
"Please come in, Mister Iao. You needn't invite the whole office inside." I felt a rush of blood turning my face and ears red, and I closed the door behind me pretty quickly. Hugo Anelli was a bull. And he was a big one. At least a good seven feet tall, he looked like he hit the gym every day, but it was hard to tell for sure past the Armani suit he was wearing.
His pelt was short and black, except where it was graying up near his temples. That just made him look dignified, though. His eyes were ice blue and intense, and a set of long, dangerously looking horns curved out from either side of his head. I let out a subtle breath, and forced my eyes down to the surface of his desk. I thought I remembered reading that he'd just had a big party for his employees on his forty-fifth birthday. I'd always adored older men. They really know what they're doing in bed. I also knew I had to stop thinking like that, though. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I forced my eyes back up to his. I thought he looked amused, for a moment, but it might have just been me.
Sliding his chair back, the bull stood up, confirming my suspicions about his height. He walked around the desk, and extended a huge hand to me. I reached forward to accept it, and found that my smaller paw disappeared inside of his. Craning my head back so that I could meet his eyes, I listened more attentively than I had in a while as he began to speak in a deep, rumbling voice.
"Kodori Iao. Nineteen years old." He was looking down at that file on his desk, a set of wireframe glasses perched on his nose. "Born and raised in Craystone, six hundred miles from Blue Forest. Obtained your driver's license three days after turning sixteen, and your class A racing license three months after that. Quite impressive." I was already starting to blush.
"My name is Hugo Anelli, young man. Thank you for coming."
That big hand was withdrawn, and I offered him a hesitant nod of my head.
"Uh, sure thing. Thanks for inviting me." I trailed off. I had no idea of what to say next, of course. I didn't know why I was here. At least not for sure. I did have some hope. He stepped back, folded both of those thickly muscled arms across his chest, and settled his big frame down on the edge of his desk as he turned a critical eye down on me.
"I'll cut right to the point, Kodori." For some reason, the fact that he was using my first name didn't seem unusual at all. Maybe he was just being friendly. Maybe he was treating me like a kid. I didn't really care. "I've been watching you in your races over the last year. You're very good for someone so young, and I believe you could go far, given proper equipment and training. I'd like to sponsor you and your car in the Blue Forest Champion program. Have you heard of it?"
I'd heard of it, but I'd barely heard him. My heart was thumping in my chest, and that cold sweat had turned into a hot one. It was a charity, of sorts, that Hugo Anelli had been running for a few years now. Every year, a young candidate was selected and sent through training that not only included track training but mechanical work as well. Those fortunate enough to be chosen typically did extremely well after they finished the program. Sure, there were all sorts of events you had to attend for Anelli's company, but that was a small price to pay.
"Uh, yeah, I've heard of it. Are . . . you serious, Mister Anelli? I mean, I'd totally love to do it, but don't you usually pick drivers who've had more experience?"
I couldn't even believe it. This would be a hundred times better than sponsorship. But in the back of my mind, something wasn't right. Maybe it's because half of my mind was busy ogling this guy. A smile tugged the bull's lips upwards, one that wasn't entirely benevolent.
"Of course, you're absolutely right, young man." Lifting a decanter from his desk, he poured something that smelled like bourbon into a glass, and reached into a container nearby for a few ice cubes to add to the mix. I kept my eyes on him as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip.
"It would be poor business for me to offer you this if I didn't think you could do it. However, there are quite a few other qualified boys who could do it as well." Those pale blue eyes fixed on me, and I felt distinctly uncomfortable. The bull idly swirled the drink in his glass for a few seconds before setting it back down onto his desk, and straightening back up.
"That file on my desk is a government profile, Kodori. It also says that you attended Spanfront University for half a year and studied mechanical engineering before being ejected for . . ." He glanced back down at the file, and quoted it. "Consorting with a member of the faculty . . . a Professor Kevin Starlay."
I almost choked when he mentioned that. It was kind of a raw memory. As usual, I'd been having a hard time concentrating on my work. The plan had been to become an engineer and maybe join Mazda's test drivers. I couldn't get my mind off of the driver's seat long enough to retain anything from the books, though. Long story short, my professor had ended up "helping" me with my grades in return for the occasional blowjob. That ended when one of the other students noticed my tail under his desk.
Okay, so he knew about that. Not exactly my proudest moment, but why was I here? If he was going to bar me from the track, he'd have just had the gate attendant tell me I wasn't allowed in. He didn't let me speculate.
"Here is the deal. I will pay you a starting salary of fifty thousand dollars per year. You'll race for me, your lap times will be exemplary, and you'll excel in your classes." He paused. "You will also service me sexually in whatever manner I desire. I won't hurt you unless you want it, but you will do what I demand of you."
I felt my breath grow short and fast, and I could hear and feel a buzz between my ears as blood rushed away from my brain. My pants began to tent almost immediately, and I let out a squeak that I'd probably have been embarrassed about if it was under different circumstances. Your typical kitten noise. I started stammering before I had even thought about the answer. The bull wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked totally serious about the whole thing.
"I want you to understand that you may feel free to leave here now with no repercussions, young man. Should you choose to do so, though, you will be watched. And should I find you've mentioned this to anyone, there will be consequen--"
I cut him off. He didn't have to say anything more than that. Okay, maybe it was a stupid kid thing to do. Here was this guy in his mid forties telling me he's going to basically turn my life around, and all he wants is something I'd been wanting to do since laying eyes on the guy anyway.
"Uh, Mister Anelli, I'd totally love to do that." He smiled, broadly. "That's the answer I expected, young man." There was a brief pause. "I hope you don't expect me to sign you on without a test drive, however."
He slipped the glasses off of his nose, folded them up, and set them on the desk. One of those fingers pressed a button on the desk's surface as well, and I heard the door lock click behind me. And a moment later, the zipper on the bull's expensive pants was being drawn downwards, and a big hand fished around inside before hauling out something that made me start to tremble.
He was big. Not massive, not something I probably couldn't handle, but God would it be close. The thick meat hanging low from the older man's trousers was heavy, black, and uncut. I could see a glint of steel from beneath that drooping foreskin. I didn't want to waste any more time with this. Glancing briefly up to meet his eyes, all I saw was an expectant gaze. I stepped forward, and sank down to my knees in front of him.
"That's a good boy," he sighed as I reached forward and wrapped both of my fists around the bull's low hanging meat. As I gave it a squeeze, I felt an electric tingle of arousal making the fur stand up on the back of my neck. This close to the tall man, his scent was enticing. There was some sort of expensive cologne over what was more appealing to me, the subtle scent of male. That scent wasn't subtle at all this close to his crotch, and as I slowly peeled his foreskin back to expose Mister Anelli's gradually swelling glans, it became a lot stronger, almost enough to make me dizzy. As if I wasn't hard enough in my pants as it was.
It didn't look like it was going to be long at all before the flesh I was holding in my paws was as hard as what was straining at my jumpsuit. The medium gauge PA that curved through his urethra was slick with fluid that was already beginning to drip down the length of his dick. I felt a heavy hand settle on the back of my neck. We cheetahs have this conveniently thick scruff back there, and as I've discovered, it makes a good handhold. That's how the bull was using it right now, and he pulled me in closer with his grip.
I let out a quiet moan as I felt that silky smooth foreskin pressing against the side of my muzzle and sliding up until it rested across my forehead. That fluid was beginning to seep into my fur, and I felt my erection surge yet again at the sensation. The hand on my neck was urging me lower, and I complied eagerly. My tongue slid out, and I began to lap eagerly at the bull's balls.
I briefly considered that I may have taken on more than I could handle. His balls were fucking massive, probably almost the size of oranges. Or maybe it was my mind making them that huge. Regardless, I liked to suck on guys' balls and I didn't think I'd be able to fit these. I heard a deep, throaty moan from above me, and then I felt something pattering over my back. It took me a second to realize that he just sprayed out a gout of precum into my hair. Holy shit.
"You keep that up, boy. Yer doin' a real fine job." The dignified, proud businessman was disappearing. In its place was a big, dominant bull who was going to take whatever he wanted from me, and it felt good to be used like this. Even his speech was starting to slur. I spared a glance upwards long enough to look at how he was reacting. His eyes were closed, and his mouth partly opened. That expensive suit of his was soaked through with sweat. God, the guy was hot.
I felt a sudden tug upwards on my neckscruff, and a big hand wrapped around the base of his uncut meat. I had a brief second to stare at it. It looked like it was close to nine inches long, and it was fucking thick. It was like some sort of tower staring me right in the face. Another squirt of precum soaked my chin as he shoved the thing right into my mouth. I was resting one small hand on one of his thighs, and the other had been worked up to begin rubbing and squeezing at the huge balls that hung over his open zipper.
I hadn't gagged in a long time, but I did when that prince albert started pushing at my throat. He let up just long enough to let me recover from the spasm, and then started hauling my head back and forth over his uncut meat. I was so aroused thinking about what he was doing to me that I actually had to think to keep my lips down over my teeth instead of letting instinct take care of it for me. My tongue curled along his girth, and I sucked whenever he wasn't busy jamming my airways full of cock and clear goo.
I heard a rush of air above me as the bull exhaled. I felt the huge orbs that I was pressing fingers up between tighten up, and his cock swelled enough to make my jaw pop. Hugo - yeah, I know I probably shouldn't be calling him by his first name - groaned above me, and I felt a huge rush of liquid flood down my throat. He used his grip on the back of my neck to pull me further back after that, so that my lips sealed right behind the ridge of his glans. I coughed as he fired off another powerful squirt into my mouth. It was too much for me to swallow - that's definitely the first time a guy's ever been able to fill my mouth with one squirt - and a lot of it ended up dripping down my chin and across my neck. My poor jumpsuit was going to need a good wash after this.
The bull either took pity on the difficulty I was having with his load or just wanted to see the product of his orgasm. I'd say the latter is more likely. He let go of my neck, shoved his hand against my forehead, and pushed me down onto my back. I gasped as I landed down on my ass. It didn't hurt or anything. But right after that, I got a hard spray of cum right in the face. I stayed there on the floor, shivering and panting with my eyes tightly closed as the bull jerked the rest of his semen out over my face, my hair, my chest, and my stomach. My clothes were a soaked mess in short order, and most of the fur on my muzzle was glistening and slicked down.
Since I couldn't see anything with his load coating my eyes, I went by my other senses. I could hear him trying to get his breath back, and I became aware of just how ripe the office was starting to smell. Somewhat awkwardly, I worked my way back up to my knees, and slowly wiped what I could from my eyes before blinking them open.
The panting had slowed, and I opened my eyes just in time to see a big hand reaching for me. It made me cringe for a moment as those thick fingers easily wrapped around my neck. For a moment, I was scared, but his expression wasn't threatening. Just aroused. I happened to notice that sometime while he was fucking my mouth, he'd gotten out of his jacket and that white, sweat soaked dress shirt was unbuttoned enough so that I could see his huge pecs and a rippled stomach.
Myself, I must have looked pathetic, hanging there loosely. There was a huge smear of cum across one whole side of my face. It had soaked into my black hair, and there were smears of it running down the back of my head and back as well. And that's not even considering what was soaking into my clothes.
The bull's second hand took hold of the zipper on my all but ruined jumpsuit and hauled it downwards. I briefly thought that maybe this is why the bull's desk was sparsely decorated when he shoved me face down over the top of his desk, knocking over a container of pencils and scattering the contents of my file across the floor. He took hold of the neckline on my jumpsuit and yanked it down over my back and tail. Now besides being aroused, I was surprised as well. The guy was sexy as all hell, but he was well into his forties too. Endurance like this, it just made me shiver.
"You did a good job, boy," he grunted as he gave his still swollen cock a squeeze and a stroke. The whole thing was coated with white slime and dripping onto his office floor. "If you pass this next test, you're mine."
Licking some of the salty cum from my lips, I started to prop myself up a little bit to answer, but that certainly wasn't what he wanted. That big hand pushed me back down onto the desk, and he leaned forward, slowly smearing his dripping cock over my ass. I'd never been fucked by a guy with a PA before, so this was a first, and definitely a welcome one. And God, was he huge.
I couldn't help letting out a quiet cry as the bull's cock pried me open. I was experienced, but I didn't think I'd ever had anyone this big before, either. The only thing that'd come close would be a canid's knot, and that was just at the base. The bull's whole dick was a cannon. It hurt. I was squirming under him, panting and maybe even crying a little as he spread me open with it, but eventually I felt those fit, middle aged hips settle against mine ass, and he let out a loud grunt into one of my ears.
I was getting used to his girth, and being dominated and fucked by a guy who was apparently going to be my boss was really turning me on. The metal through his cock ground right up against my prostate, and I let out another quiet yelp of something between pain and pleasure. He didn't seem like he was in the mood to hold back, either.
Once he was sure he wasn't going to tear me open, the huge man braced his palms down on the desk on either side of my slim body and began to fuck me. He didn't go at one steady pace, either, so I never got to just relax and take it. One minute I'd just be laying there panting hard as he worked his whole dick in and out of me, only pushing back in when he felt his cockhead tugging on my asshole. Other times he'd stay right up close, growling low against the back of my neck as he pistoned deep inside me, hard and fast.
It didn't take long. After what couldn't have been more than five minutes, I was already grateful when I heard the increasingly familiar wheezing and hissing in my ear. My ass was really getting sore already. It was in a good way, one that made me crave more and want to beg him to stop all at the same time. His cock swelled up large enough inside me to make me let out a scratchy whine that I was surprised my vocal cords could form. A lot of guys say they can feel it when a guy's spraying into their ass, but I usually can't. There's just too much sensation from being spread open by cock. But I could with him.
He was still pushing in and out of me as he shot his load, too. So not only could I feel it flooding into my ass, but I started to feel it run down my legs and drip off my balls too, and man, that turned me on. His climax seemed a little shorter, which would obviously make sense, but I couldn't tell for sure. After all, I had a front row view of his first one. Without any adieu, the huge bull grunted, and then slowly reeled his soaked cock out of my ass.
I gasped, and slumped back just a little bit. I felt like a wreck. But I felt incredible too, all warm and almost queasy. When I managed to get my hands working enough to push myself up as well, I noticed that sometime during that, I'd shot my own load all over my stomach and Hugo's desk. That didn't happen too often, not without at least touching myself. I clenched my ass shut as well as I could, and glanced wearily up towards the bull.
Hugo slumped himself back down onto that expensive chair of his. He was buttoning up his shirt, and still breathing hard. He met my eyes with his, and I'll be damned if I ever though a man more than twice my age would exhaust me and then look more lively than I did after the fact.
"Kodori, the washroom's through the door behind me." I had the satisfaction of hearing that he was at least out of breath. "Get yourself cleaned up, and Edward outside will have some fresh clothes for you. I think you're going to do just fine."
All I could do was nod in response, and head through the door he told me to. I was looking forward to tomorrow.