Stress Relief
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Panting, the wolf ducked in the elevator just as it was closing. He breathed a sigh of relief, but was only
able to give the other man in it a brief, almost apologetic smile, for being hunched over, and panting the
way he was.
Suddenly, they both tensed as it emitted a loud screech, and a sickening jarring motion.
Being as he was leaning against the elevator already, anyway, the wolf reached out and grabbed the
man in his grasp when he was in mid fall.
The both developed pained expressions when it suddenly just stopped, and every light but the overhead
one went out.
After they regained composure, he felt the man hoist himself away free from the grip, then the green
glow of a cell phone came on, and he punched only a fee buttons.
The man informed the security desk that the elevator was trapped ?again', and he had a sarcastic taint
in his tone when he said that word, then he simply flipped the phone back, and stuck it in his shirt
pocket, where he'd produced it.
He watched the man half-slump again, then sit. "Might as well have a seat, could be anywhere from a
half hour, to a few hours.
The wolf groaned at that, a few hours? He could think of anywhere he'd rather be, even with this
particular man, for that length of time, other then here.
"And here I'd just come back from my stress relief break, as I'd like to call it."
The wolf chuckled, this time and rubbed his chin a little. "I know, I saw you as I was coming off the
bus. So when I did, I'd started running. That was sort of why I was panting at first."
"From the bus? That's not even that far of a trot, and here I thought I was out of shape."
Then he saw the man glance down to his soft belly. It wasn't anything too noticeable, the kind that
usually came around his age, some liked to refer to it as ?love handles', or a ?paunch'.
"Heh, I know, I guess I should.run a little, or something."
He was surprised when the man was first to stretch his arm out in a cordial greeting. "I'm Jim."
"Lance... So, we're stuck for a bit, I gather? I hate just not doing anything."
"Tell me about it, I'd rather be in my office, then here, no offense."
"None taken.. I can imagine your stress level shooting back up again, you'll probably need another
smoke after this is done."
"Smoke? I thought I'd only said I was just coming in? How'd you know I smoked?"
"Like I said, I've seen you from my bus, a couple times here or there, I guess." The wolf shrugged
meekly, again, feeling caught, and guilty, for some reason that he couldn't explain. "But there are other
ways to help reduce stress, and better for you, too." He winced even as he said the last few words, he
considered himself liberal about most anything, and here he was telling another about their business,
especially a complete stranger.
"This, coming from one who pants from 50, maybe 100 feet, at best? Ok, this I have to hear. How is
there another way I could reduce stress, in a more ?healthy' way?"
Lance saw the man make the ?quote, unquote' gesture at the word healthy.
"Massages are great, very relaxing, soothing." And his heart sank when he saw Jim burst into a small fit
of laughter.
"Massage, my schedule doesn't permit much time for things of that nature. Since you've seen me
before, you'll notice I'm usually not out there very long smoking, either."
"Yeah, I noticed, I always did sort of wonder how something so rushed could bring much releif, but
then again it's not my business."
Lance slouched slightly in defeat, and Jim actually gave him an empathic look, and walked over.
"I know you tried, but when you've been smoking for more then 20 years, that's probably almost as
old as you are, its' a little difficult to just up and quit, believe me, I have tried."
Lance fought the urge to say, ?My parents did it.' Except that was only heresay on his part, anyway,
they'd told him they quit cold turkey before he was even born, so instead, he came up with, "Well, you
have time now, don't you?"
He saw Jim halt in his steps, as if smacked, almost, and blink his eyes rapidly. "I have time for...?"
"A massage, you have time for a massage now.
"I guess I do, yes."
This time Lance blinked, when he saw Jim loosen his tie a little.
"Well, since we're stuck here, here's your chance, go ahead, prove this theory to me, now that I have
time."
Lance, suddenly nervous, kneeled behind Lance, who had moved to the middle of the elevator, and
turned his back.
Lance gulped as quietly as he could, and placed his thumb and index finger on Jim's upper neck. He felt
Jim stiffened immediately, and Lance began pressing his fingers in, lightly, at first.
"Looks like those smoke breaks don't relieve all the stress." He said quietly, as he worked his fingertips
down Jim's back, seeing Jim tense almost every time. He knew for a fact it wasn't just from an
unfamiliar touch that he stiffened, he could feel knots of tension, and he could sense Jim wasn't
completely unreceptive of the attention, either, again much to his surprise.
They were both caught off guard, again, as the elevator emitted a lighter screech this time, saw the
service light come back on, and the steady whirr, as it started up again.
Standing up quickly, Lance struggled for something, anything to say, as he knew Jim's floor was fast
approaching. He found he didn't have to, as he saw Jim reach into the other pocket, and take out two
cards, and a pen.
"I guess, I think I'd like to make some time, you were right, I do feel less tension already. Give me a
call, and we can work something out, and give me your number, too."
He gave Lance everything, an Lance's paw trembled slightly as he tried to write his number in the
clearest way possible.
"How about tonight?" Lance mentally kicked himself, again wishing he could take that back, as he gave
the one card and pen back.
"Actually, tonight would work. How about we meet back downstairs, and since you mentioned the bus,
I could drive us back over to my place?"
Lance nodded, he didn't want to nod as vigorously as he did, but he did anyway. "Sure, 6 would be
fine.
They shook again, and the elevator door slid open again, letting Jim out.
Waiting a bit, he pushed the floor back for ground level, and he could almost howl with delight, as the
elevator safely made it to ground level.
Once outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp, Fall, air, feeling more alive then he had in ages.
Another stroke of luck, his bus was still packing others in, and he trotted quickly to it, inserting the
card, and taking a seat towards the back.
He sighed with relief, but his heart aw pounding, racing with adrenaline.
The bus was packed, and noisy, which usually irritated him no end, btu for once he didn't care. His
stop seemed to arrive more rapidly then usual, to and he yanked on the cord and flew out the doors.
He tore up the stairs to his apartment, flung the door open, and flumped on the couch.
Except he knew he wasn't really in the mood to sit, and glancing at the clock, he groaned again as it
was only a little past 4.
?Still two hours' He thought to himself, as he padded to his bathroom
Stripping down, he turned the bath water on and climbed in, his ears folding back as he felt the
lukewarm water seep into his body.
Another surprise, he glanced down casually, and he noticed the meeting hadn't effected him as deeply
as he thought, and chuckled to himself.
?Probably, because I'm just a little jittery at the moment.' He thought to himself, as he grabbed the soap
and began lathering himself up.
He did a far more thorough job then usual, then splashed water everywhere, and leaned back.
Closing his eyes, he only intended on being in there a bit more, and suddenly fatigue rushed in.
The water splashed around him, and he shivered at how cold he was. He sat bolt upright, and quickly
drained the water.
?Oh crap, I've fallen asleep, I must have dozed off.' He surmised, as hhe quickly wrapped his towel
around himself, and looked at the time.
"Blast!! 5:15, already!!" He barked aloud. He didn't even need to look at his transfer, he knew that
was no good. Grabbing the phonebook, and drying off as he went, he quickly located the cab session,
and even before dressing, he ordered a cab. He knew even on a good day it could take around 40
minutes at this time of the day, it was the late version of rush hour for most.
He went to his closet, and rifled through the clothes. He grabbed another pair of jeans, and shirt, then
shook his head and growled at himself.
Instead, he picked the only dress shirt, and slacks that he owned. He knew this wasn't really a ?date',
yet he did want to make a good impression, just the same. He even grabbed the only belt he had,
quickly throwing everything on.
Cursing, he padded around nervously, looking for the pair of formal loafers he owned, and finally found
them in the winter closet.
He rubbed his clammy palms down everything, and for one of the few times he ever did, he even
checked his appearance in the mirror.
"Not bad." He mumbled to himself as he heard the sharp honks of the taxi signaling it's arrival.
He grabbed his keys, and his bus card, ?just in case', he thought, and dashed for the door, locking it
tight.
He raced down the steps and climbed in the taxi, checking his watch. 5:30, now.
?That all only took 15 minutes?' He thought to himself incredulously, then instructed the driver,
"Downtown, he quickest way you take, the bigger your tip is."
He smirked to himself as he leaned back, and noticed the driver actually took the interstate somehow
lucky enough to avoid the rush hour crowd, and at 5:50, he found himself at the pre-arranged spot.
Pulling out a $20, even though the fair was only a little over $7, he handed the driver the $20, and saw
the cabbie begin to rifle for change. "Keep it, you earned it, most would have taken the sidestreets
anyway."
He saw the man grin, and pocket the money, even heard a low, "Have a nice night, sir." As he shut the
door, and watched it pull away.
Just as the cab rounded the corner, he turned around and saw Jim pushing the door open, and then he
saw Jim stop, and look around again, as if he missed Lance.
Lance grinned and strode quickly to meet him.
"It's me." Lance simply said. He then finally realized why Jim was doing the double-take, Lance had
only been wearing a t-shirt and jeans when they'd met in the elevator. "I dressed up, you know, just in
case."
Jim chuckled slightly, "That wasn't really necessary, but thanks, I?m starving." they walked up to the
skyway, taking the long ramp to the parking garage, which by now was almost empty.
"Do you like Chinese?" Lance asked nervously.
"How about takeout?" Was Jim's answer, and he unlocked the modest Lincoln Town Car, both sliding
in.
Jim took the winding downward spiral, then produced another card, showing it to the guard, who in
turn raised the armbar, and they were out.
They took the sidestreets after Lance informed Jim the rush hour was still in progress, and worked their
way to University Avenue, and to a small takeout location, but pulled in the drive though.
They both quickly decided on their order, pulled ahead to the window, and it seemed like only
seconds, a huge, steaming bag was passed along, and Jim handed it to Lance. Lance started pulling out
cash, and suddenly noticed he'd left his money in his jeans, thinking to himself ?Great job, hotshot.'
But relief flooded him as Jim shook his head, and puled out two twenties, and procured the change.
He drove away, and this time took a different freeway, figuring by now the rush hour should have
abated by now.
"I live a little ways out, it's a short drive."
Lance shrugged, and for the first time in a few hours, he sat back and relaxed.
He heard Jim clear his throat a little. "So, it's not really any of my business, but I'm curious to know
why you were in the elevator. And the only reason I ask, because it's not used that much that time of
day."
Lance's heart skipped a beat, as before, in the elevator, he'd been prepared to answer it, but the smell
of the food, and the fact he was actually in the car with this man, seemed to have lulled him into a sense
of security.
Gulping a little, he said, "I was had an eye appointment on another floor, I got done with work early,
and like you know, when I saw you going in, I raced, figuring it would be easier."
Jim could hear Lance's forced nervousness, and sensed he might not be telling the whole truth, but
figuring it was none of his business, anyway. "I was merely curious, I'd imagine it turned out well?
Looks like you had time to go home for awhile."
He heard Lance's breath come easier, as he pulled off the interstate, and head for the small suburban
outskirts.
He concentrated more as he had a series of turns to make, and came to the small, climbing hill, and
finally parked after the remote garage door opened upon sensing his lights.
He pulled out a key, which wasn't really a key, i was more like the plastic card usually only found in
hotels. Jim sensed Lance gawking at the card, and chuckled as he swung the door open, and more
lights came on as they entered.
"I ordered my own security system. I like my privacy." He simply explained, and saw Lance nod as he
took in the surroundings
Jim wound their way to the kitchen, as he motioned for Lance to put the large, still steaming bag down,
which he'd already done, and was spilling out the contents, lining them up.
Jim only had to get some napkins, everything else seemed to be supplied, except those, for some
reason.
Lance had already opened everything, by the time they finally sat down, and began eating.
Both devoured everything rapidly and seemed to heave a sigh of contentment at the same time.
Lance was surprised when Jim got back up, usually most folks wanted to sit down after such a large
meal, but he watched Jim motion them into the living room.
Lance's eyes grew wide as he saw Jim head to the fireplace, and then grinned meekly as he noticed it
was an imitation one, he saw Jim turn the switch on.
"I realize it's fake, but it still does a better job then most heaters."
They both finally slumped on the couch, and Lance felt very bloated, but a bit on edge, as he could
hardly believe he was sitting on the couch with this man.
The man he'd fantasized about on numerous occasions since the first time he saw him while the bus
raced by every day he got done early, and tried to keep an eye on him since that day, tried to learn his
patterns, and here the day finally had come.
He noticed Jim again, assumed the position, and this time, while he was turning his back, not only
loosen, but also take off his tie. "Feels nice to stretch out, it was a really pressuring day."
Lance flexed his fingertips, and immediately began pressing his fingertips up and down along his back,
more firmly this time, knowing there was a lot more tension there then Jim probably would care to
readily admit.
Occasionally he simply slid his palms down, as if to smooth out the rough spots, and he could sense Jim
was actually less tense about this then Lance was.
Lance could plainly hear Jim's breath came slow, relaxed, and easy, as it should, while his own heart
was pounding a mile a minute, and his was short, rapid gasps, almost.
"I've also heard, the more wide range the massage, the better it can be..." Yet again, he wished he
could take that back, he didn't know what came over him suddenly, blurting things out like this wasn't
like him.
But he saw Jim lean over, and take off his shoes, and stretch his legs. "Well, you could start there, it's
murder being on your feet most of the day."
Lance moved in robotic fashion, as he slid to the floor, and hunkered, then leaned against the couch. He
gave Jim a quizzical look as he stretched his paws to Jim's feet. He saw Jim give the obligatory nod,
and Lance started by flex squeezing the soles of Jim's feet.
He heard Jim gasp, feeling his toes wriggle as he began working his thumb and forefinger on the very
bottom.
Lance thought to himself how funny, in an ironic way, that Jim seemed comfortable with another man's
touch during this massage, and Lance, knowing himself was gay, was the nervous one. He channeled
his nervous energy into squeezing more firmly, alternating the squeezing with the rubbing. He could also
almost swear that the more relaxed Jim seemed to become, the more nervous Lance was.
He noticed Jim level himself up more, and motioned for Lance to sit again. "You have a very nice
touch. You'd mentioned you got done with work early, is this your profession?"
Lance chuckled nervously, and began resuming on Jim's back, this time paying close attention to the
center, pressing his knuckles in, there.
"No, I'm a data entry operator, 10 key by touch." Trying to make his job sound as important and
professional as possible to this executive."
"That would explain why you're so good with your hands, or paws, I guess, I did that when I started
the work force."
Lance suddenly felt inferior, as he'd had the job for 5 years now, and it seemed like it was going to be
a career for a good while longer, still.
Him must have picked up on the feelings, because he straightened again, and asked, "Why don't you
show me what you meant, earlier, you'd said something about a larger area?"
Lance simply nodded. Jim again assumed the position, and ths time Lance put his paws on Jim's sides,
a bit more casual in his touch as he glided his fingertips slowly up and down, then rubbed his fingertips
lightly after a few glides.
He sensed Jim was still comfortable, he seemed even more comfortable as Lance leaned forwards, and
gritted his teeth. He began tracing his paws up and down Jim's front, starting about his middle chest,
and gliding down to that belly he'd wanted to feel so long.
Lance let out a whimper, and bit his lip afterwards, and he noticed Jim writhe slightly from the touch,
and then started a little.
"You're all right, aren't you? You seem tense, yourself."
Lance noticed his voice was strained "I'm fine, I'm just a little dry at the moment."
Which definitely wasn't a half truth this time, his throat was parched.
Jim quickly got up, and came back with two large glasses of a bubbly fluid, it didn't appear to be water.
"Champagne, seems like you could use something to help you loosen up a little."
Lance took the glass, noticing his paw was trembling, and tipped in in a ?cheers' motion, and downed
half of it in one swig.
"If you keep up with this massage the way you have bee, you might create a different kind of tension for
me." Lance tilted his head, a she took a few more swigs.
Jim got up again, and came back with the bottle, and quickly poured more of the bubbly liquid in
Lance's glass
Taking a few more swigs, Lance did notice at least himself was finally a little more at ease.
He set the drink down, and wrapped again began gliding his paws down Jim's sides, this time more
sure of himself when he went down, and massaged that slight roundness in the middle of his belly.
Lance gasped, when he felt Jim's right hand take his right one, and glide lower. He gritted his teeth, and
bit his lip, he starting seeing white, and shook his head to keep from passing out. Had the alcohol gotten
to him that quickly? But he opened his eyes again, and he felt that Jim had slid Lance's paw to his
crotch, right over his groin
Lance squeezed there, heard Jim gasp, and take his own hand away. Lance kept his other paw around
Jim's middle, and he could swear Jim was at full arousal, or possibly close to it already.
Lance started stroking the trapped girth, and he heard Jim gasp in approval. Lance's fingertips fumbled
for the zipper, finally found it, and slid it open.
Sensing no resistance from Jim, he reached in, and felt the boxers that still kept the girth trapped.
Lance felt for the waistband, and somehow managed to slide the boxers down, and he carefully pulled
Jim's throbbing cock out.
He could see Jim was nowhere near as large a s himself, but he could hardly think about that now, and
he didn't much care, as he gripped the cock about the middle, and began a slow, rhythmic pumping
motion.
Lance seemed to gain more confidence quickly, whether it was the effects of the alcohol, or what aws
happening, he wasn't really sure.
His paw that was rubbing Jim's belly, slid up and grazed over Jim's left nipple, and he saw Jim's cock
respond by already dribbling a dab of pre.
He pressed his thumb over the now firm nub and began pumping more rapidly.
This time it was Jim who tensed, and closed his eyes tight.
Lance watched intently as he finally also noticed how huge Jim's orbs were, these were much larger
then Lances, what he lacked in cock size he made up for there. They had to be at least the size of a
softball, which he knew was pretty big for a human.
He also knew he desperately wanted a taste of those orbs, and Jim's cock, for that matter, but he
simply kept pumping, and suddenly, Jim cried out as his cock flared purple at the head, and shot his
steamy seed.
Being in the position they were, Lance watched it arc and get as high as just underneath Jim's chin,
then, being as Jim's shirt was still on, got it a bit damp as it rained and spattered over Jim's chest.
After several moments, he felt Jim's body relax completely, and heaved a series of contented sighs.
Then, since the first time they'd met, Jim made the first move and wrapped his arms around Lance, and
held on to him tight, they rocked back and forth together for awhile, as Jim bucked his hips while riding
out the afterglow.
Lance knew himself was straining at his own pants, aching to release after witnessing all this, but he also
knew the reason why most furry and human relationships, no mater what the sexual orientation was, the
human, be it male or female was almost always intimidated by the fur's size.
Besides, he was more then content with what had just happened, and he felt himself getting tired again,
more rapidly then before.
"What time is it? He groggily asked, but noticed they stayed in each others' arms as Jim raised his arm
to look at his watch.
"Well, another saying is true, time flies when you're having fun, it's 10:30 already."
Lance jerked upright, but felt Jim pull him back down. "I have to get going, I have to go in early."
I'll give you a ride, we can wake up early, you can tell me where you work, then. I've lived here most
of my life, I know the city inside and out."
He saw Jim get up, and bring in an alarm clock, and handed it to Lance. "Here, you set it, for when you
have to get up."
Lance nodded, and fumbled with he buttons, and he saw Jim looked pretty worn out, too.
Making sure it was AM, rather then PM, he flicked it on, and they slipped their arms around each
other.
Lance had so much he wanted to say, and ask, and he sensed Jim might, too. Here he'd thought all
along this man was probably straight laced, but he'd just willfully received a hand job from another
male.
As he began to drift off he thought to himself, ?Well Mr. Liberal,' he chided himself, ?Appearances can
be deceiving.'
And he heard Jim mumble, ?What?" And realized he must've spoken aloud, and finally blurted out the
truth, "Oh, just thinking out loud."
And the pleasure they had just shared, and the tensions of he day took their toll, peacefully drifting to
sleep in each other's arms.