{"sf1_id":509,"sf2_id":"dmWJzQMe","title":"Stress Relief","author":"mnwolf","words":4335,"posted_at":"2003-04-28T05:47:00.000Z","tags":["Human","M/M","Masturbation","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/509-stress-relief","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmWJzQMe","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=509\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Here's the blah-blah-blah part.. Story contains erotic acts between two males, and a human and a fur,  \nso if either squicks you, don't read. This is my first story I've ever submitted anywhere, so comments  \nare welcome, encouraged.  \nFlames ignored, send mail to [[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \n  \nPanting, the wolf ducked in the elevator just as it was closing. He breathed a sigh of relief, but was only  \nable to give the other man in it a brief, almost apologetic smile, for being hunched over, and panting the  \nway he was.  \nSuddenly, they both tensed as it emitted a loud screech, and a sickening jarring motion.  \nBeing as he was leaning against the elevator already, anyway, the wolf reached out and grabbed the  \nman in his grasp when he was in mid fall.  \nThe both developed pained expressions when it suddenly just stopped, and every light but the overhead  \none went out.  \nAfter they regained composure, he felt the man hoist himself away free from the grip, then the green  \nglow of a cell phone came on, and he punched only a fee buttons.  \nThe man informed the security desk that the elevator was trapped ?again', and he had a sarcastic taint  \nin his tone when he said that word, then he simply flipped the phone back, and stuck it in his shirt  \npocket, where he'd produced it.  \nHe watched the man half-slump again, then sit. \"Might as well have a seat, could be anywhere from a  \nhalf hour, to a few hours.  \nThe wolf groaned at that, a few hours? He could think of anywhere he'd rather be, even with this  \nparticular man, for that length of time, other then here.  \n\"And here I'd just come back from my stress relief break, as I'd like to call it.\"  \nThe wolf chuckled, this time and rubbed his chin a little. \"I know, I saw you as I was coming off the  \nbus. So when I did, I'd started running. That was sort of why I was panting at first.\"  \n\"From the bus? That's not even that far of a trot, and here I thought I was out of shape.\"  \nThen he saw the man glance down to his soft belly. It wasn't anything too noticeable, the kind that  \nusually came around his age, some liked to refer to it as ?love handles', or a ?paunch'.  \n\"Heh, I know, I guess I should.run a little, or something.\"  \nHe was surprised when the man was first to stretch his arm out in a cordial greeting. \"I'm Jim.\"  \n\"Lance... So, we're stuck for a bit, I gather? I hate just not doing anything.\"  \n\"Tell me about it, I'd rather be in my office, then here, no offense.\"  \n\"None taken.. I can imagine your stress level shooting back up again, you'll probably need another  \nsmoke after this is done.\"  \n\"Smoke? I thought I'd only said I was just coming in? How'd you know I smoked?\"  \n\"Like I said, I've seen you from my bus, a couple times here or there, I guess.\" The wolf shrugged  \nmeekly, again, feeling caught, and guilty, for some reason that he couldn't explain. \"But there are other  \nways to help reduce stress, and better for you, too.\" He winced even as he said the last few words, he  \nconsidered himself liberal about most anything, and here he was telling another about their business,  \nespecially a complete stranger.  \n\"This, coming from one who pants from 50, maybe 100 feet, at best? Ok, this I have to hear. How is  \nthere another way I could reduce stress, in a more ?healthy' way?\"  \nLance saw the man make the ?quote, unquote' gesture at the word healthy.  \n\"Massages are great, very relaxing, soothing.\" And his heart sank when he saw Jim burst into a small fit  \nof laughter.  \n\"Massage, my schedule doesn't permit much time for things of that nature. Since you've seen me  \nbefore, you'll notice I'm usually not out there very long smoking, either.\"  \n\"Yeah, I noticed, I always did sort of wonder how something so rushed could bring much releif, but  \nthen again it's not my business.\"  \nLance slouched slightly in defeat, and Jim actually gave him an empathic look, and walked over.  \n\"I know you tried, but when you've been smoking for more then 20 years, that's probably almost as  \nold as you are, its' a little difficult to just up and quit, believe me, I have tried.\"  \nLance fought the urge to say, ?My parents did it.' Except that was only heresay on his part, anyway,  \nthey'd told him they quit cold turkey before he was even born, so instead, he came up with, \"Well, you  \nhave time now, don't you?\"  \nHe saw Jim halt in his steps, as if smacked, almost, and blink his eyes rapidly. \"I have time for...?\"  \n\"A massage, you have time for a massage now.  \n\"I guess I do, yes.\"  \nThis time Lance blinked, when he saw Jim loosen his tie a little.  \n\"Well, since we're stuck here, here's your chance, go ahead, prove this theory to me, now that I have  \ntime.\"  \nLance, suddenly nervous, kneeled behind Lance, who had moved to the middle of the elevator, and  \nturned his back.  \nLance gulped as quietly as he could, and placed his thumb and index finger on Jim's upper neck. He felt  \nJim stiffened immediately, and Lance began pressing his fingers in, lightly, at first.  \n\"Looks like those smoke breaks don't relieve all the stress.\" He said quietly, as he worked his fingertips  \ndown Jim's back, seeing Jim tense almost every time. He knew for a fact it wasn't just from an  \nunfamiliar touch that he stiffened, he could feel knots of tension, and he could sense Jim wasn't  \ncompletely unreceptive of the attention, either, again much to his surprise.  \nThey were both caught off guard, again, as the elevator emitted a lighter screech this time, saw the  \nservice light come back on, and the steady whirr, as it started up again.  \nStanding up quickly, Lance struggled for something, anything to say, as he knew Jim's floor was fast  \napproaching. He found he didn't have to, as he saw Jim reach into the other pocket, and take out two  \ncards, and a pen.  \n\"I guess, I think I'd like to make some time, you were right, I do feel less tension already. Give me a  \ncall, and we can work something out, and give me your number, too.\"  \nHe gave Lance everything, an Lance's paw trembled slightly as he tried to write his number in the  \nclearest way possible.  \n\"How about tonight?\" Lance mentally kicked himself, again wishing he could take that back, as he gave  \nthe one card and pen back.  \n\"Actually, tonight would work. How about we meet back downstairs, and since you mentioned the bus,  \nI could drive us back over to my place?\"  \nLance nodded, he didn't want to nod as vigorously as he did, but he did anyway. \"Sure, 6 would be  \nfine.  \nThey shook again, and the elevator door slid open again, letting Jim out.  \nWaiting a bit, he pushed the floor back for ground level, and he could almost howl with delight, as the  \nelevator safely made it to ground level.  \nOnce outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp, Fall, air, feeling more alive then he had in ages.  \nAnother stroke of luck, his bus was still packing others in, and he trotted quickly to it, inserting the  \ncard, and taking a seat towards the back.  \nHe sighed with relief, but his heart aw pounding, racing with adrenaline.  \nThe bus was packed, and noisy, which usually irritated him no end, btu for once he didn't care. His  \nstop seemed to arrive more rapidly then usual, to and he yanked on the cord and flew out the doors.  \nHe tore up the stairs to his apartment, flung the door open, and flumped on the couch.  \nExcept he knew he wasn't really in the mood to sit, and glancing at the clock, he groaned again as it  \nwas only a little past 4.  \n?Still two hours' He thought to himself, as he padded to his bathroom  \nStripping down, he turned the bath water on and climbed in, his ears folding back as he felt the  \nlukewarm water seep into his body.  \nAnother surprise, he glanced down casually, and he noticed the meeting hadn't effected him as deeply  \nas he thought, and chuckled to himself.  \n?Probably, because I'm just a little jittery at the moment.' He thought to himself, as he grabbed the soap  \nand began lathering himself up.  \nHe did a far more thorough job then usual, then splashed water everywhere, and leaned back.  \nClosing his eyes, he only intended on being in there a bit more, and suddenly fatigue rushed in.  \nThe water splashed around him, and he shivered at how cold he was. He sat bolt upright, and quickly  \ndrained the water.  \n?Oh crap, I've fallen asleep, I must have dozed off.' He surmised, as hhe quickly wrapped his towel  \naround himself, and looked at the time.  \n\"Blast!! 5:15, already!!\" He barked aloud. He didn't even need to look at his transfer, he knew that  \nwas no good. Grabbing the phonebook, and drying off as he went, he quickly located the cab session,  \nand even before dressing, he ordered a cab. He knew even on a good day it could take around 40  \nminutes at this time of the day, it was the late version of rush hour for most.  \nHe went to his closet, and rifled through the clothes. He grabbed another pair of jeans, and shirt, then  \nshook his head and growled at himself.  \nInstead, he picked the only dress shirt, and slacks that he owned. He knew this wasn't really a ?date',  \nyet he did want to make a good impression, just the same. He even grabbed the only belt he had,  \nquickly throwing everything on.  \nCursing, he padded around nervously, looking for the pair of formal loafers he owned, and finally found  \nthem in the winter closet.  \nHe rubbed his clammy palms down everything, and for one of the few times he ever did, he even  \nchecked his appearance in the mirror.  \n\"Not bad.\" He mumbled to himself as he heard the sharp honks of the taxi signaling it's arrival.  \nHe grabbed his keys, and his bus card, ?just in case', he thought, and dashed for the door, locking it  \ntight.  \nHe raced down the steps and climbed in the taxi, checking his watch. 5:30, now.  \n?That all only took 15 minutes?' He thought to himself incredulously, then instructed the driver,  \n\"Downtown, he quickest way you take, the bigger your tip is.\"  \nHe smirked to himself as he leaned back, and noticed the driver actually took the interstate somehow  \nlucky enough to avoid the rush hour crowd, and at 5:50, he found himself at the pre-arranged spot.  \nPulling out a $20, even though the fair was only a little over $7, he handed the driver the $20, and saw  \nthe cabbie begin to rifle for change. \"Keep it, you earned it, most would have taken the sidestreets  \nanyway.\"  \nHe saw the man grin, and pocket the money, even heard a low, \"Have a nice night, sir.\" As he shut the  \ndoor, and watched it pull away.  \nJust as the cab rounded the corner, he turned around and saw Jim pushing the door open, and then he  \nsaw Jim stop, and look around again, as if he missed Lance.  \nLance grinned and strode quickly to meet him.  \n\"It's me.\" Lance simply said. He then finally realized why Jim was doing the double-take, Lance had  \nonly been wearing a t-shirt and jeans when they'd met in the elevator. \"I dressed up, you know, just in  \ncase.\"  \nJim chuckled slightly, \"That wasn't really necessary, but thanks, I?m starving.\" they walked up to the  \nskyway, taking the long ramp to the parking garage, which by now was almost empty.  \n\"Do you like Chinese?\" Lance asked nervously.  \n\"How about takeout?\" Was Jim's answer, and he unlocked the modest Lincoln Town Car, both sliding  \nin.  \nJim took the winding downward spiral, then produced another card, showing it to the guard, who in  \nturn raised the armbar, and they were out.  \nThey took the sidestreets after Lance informed Jim the rush hour was still in progress, and worked their  \nway to University Avenue, and to a small takeout location, but pulled in the drive though.  \nThey both quickly decided on their order, pulled ahead to the window, and it seemed like only  \nseconds, a huge, steaming bag was passed along, and Jim handed it to Lance. Lance started pulling out  \ncash, and suddenly noticed he'd left his money in his jeans, thinking to himself ?Great job, hotshot.'  \nBut relief flooded him as Jim shook his head, and puled out two twenties, and procured the change.  \nHe drove away, and this time took a different freeway, figuring by now the rush hour should have  \nabated by now.  \n\"I live a little ways out, it's a short drive.\"  \nLance shrugged, and for the first time in a few hours, he sat back and relaxed.  \nHe heard Jim clear his throat a little. \"So, it's not really any of my business, but I'm curious to know  \nwhy you were in the elevator. And the only reason I ask, because it's not used that much that time of  \nday.\"  \nLance's heart skipped a beat, as before, in the elevator, he'd been prepared to answer it, but the smell  \nof the food, and the fact he was actually in the car with this man, seemed to have lulled him into a sense  \nof security.  \nGulping a little, he said, \"I was had an eye appointment on another floor, I got done with work early,  \nand like you know, when I saw you going in, I raced, figuring it would be easier.\"  \nJim could hear Lance's forced nervousness, and sensed he might not be telling the whole truth, but  \nfiguring it was none of his business, anyway. \"I was merely curious, I'd imagine it turned out well?  \nLooks like you had time to go home for awhile.\"  \nHe heard Lance's breath come easier, as he pulled off the interstate, and head for the small suburban  \noutskirts.  \nHe concentrated more as he had a series of turns to make, and came to the small, climbing hill, and  \nfinally parked after the remote garage door opened upon sensing his lights.  \nHe pulled out a key, which wasn't really a key, i was more like the plastic card usually only found in  \nhotels. Jim sensed Lance gawking at the card, and chuckled as he swung the door open, and more  \nlights came on as they entered.  \n\"I ordered my own security system. I like my privacy.\" He simply explained, and saw Lance nod as he  \ntook in the surroundings  \nJim wound their way to the kitchen, as he motioned for Lance to put the large, still steaming bag down,  \nwhich he'd already done, and was spilling out the contents, lining them up.  \nJim only had to get some napkins, everything else seemed to be supplied, except those, for some  \nreason.  \nLance had already opened everything, by the time they finally sat down, and began eating.  \nBoth devoured everything rapidly and seemed to heave a sigh of contentment at the same time.  \nLance was surprised when Jim got back up, usually most folks wanted to sit down after such a large  \nmeal, but he watched Jim motion them into the living room.  \nLance's eyes grew wide as he saw Jim head to the fireplace, and then grinned meekly as he noticed it  \nwas an imitation one, he saw Jim turn the switch on.  \n\"I realize it's fake, but it still does a better job then most heaters.\"  \nThey both finally slumped on the couch, and Lance felt very bloated, but a bit on edge, as he could  \nhardly believe he was sitting on the couch with this man.  \nThe man he'd fantasized about on numerous occasions since the first time he saw him while the bus  \nraced by every day he got done early, and tried to keep an eye on him since that day, tried to learn his  \npatterns, and here the day finally had come.  \nHe noticed Jim again, assumed the position, and this time, while he was turning his back, not only  \nloosen, but also take off his tie. \"Feels nice to stretch out, it was a really pressuring day.\"  \nLance flexed his fingertips, and immediately began pressing his fingertips up and down along his back,  \nmore firmly this time, knowing there was a lot more tension there then Jim probably would care to  \nreadily admit.  \nOccasionally he simply slid his palms down, as if to smooth out the rough spots, and he could sense Jim  \nwas actually less tense about this then Lance was.  \nLance could plainly hear Jim's breath came slow, relaxed, and easy, as it should, while his own heart  \nwas pounding a mile a minute, and his was short, rapid gasps, almost.  \n\"I've also heard, the more wide range the massage, the better it can be...\" Yet again, he wished he  \ncould take that back, he didn't know what came over him suddenly, blurting things out like this wasn't  \nlike him.  \nBut he saw Jim lean over, and take off his shoes, and stretch his legs. \"Well, you could start there, it's  \nmurder being on your feet most of the day.\"  \nLance moved in robotic fashion, as he slid to the floor, and hunkered, then leaned against the couch. He  \ngave Jim a quizzical look as he stretched his paws to Jim's feet. He saw Jim give the obligatory nod,  \nand Lance started by flex squeezing the soles of Jim's feet.  \nHe heard Jim gasp, feeling his toes wriggle as he began working his thumb and forefinger on the very  \nbottom.  \nLance thought to himself how funny, in an ironic way, that Jim seemed comfortable with another man's  \ntouch during this massage, and Lance, knowing himself was gay, was the nervous one. He channeled  \nhis nervous energy into squeezing more firmly, alternating the squeezing with the rubbing. He could also  \nalmost swear that the more relaxed Jim seemed to become, the more nervous Lance was.  \nHe noticed Jim level himself up more, and motioned for Lance to sit again. \"You have a very nice  \ntouch. You'd mentioned you got done with work early, is this your profession?\"  \nLance chuckled nervously, and began resuming on Jim's back, this time paying close attention to the  \ncenter, pressing his knuckles in, there.  \n\"No, I'm a data entry operator, 10 key by touch.\" Trying to make his job sound as important and  \nprofessional as possible to this executive.\"  \n\"That would explain why you're so good with your hands, or paws, I guess, I did that when I started  \nthe work force.\"  \nLance suddenly felt inferior, as he'd had the job for 5 years now, and it seemed like it was going to be  \na career for a good while longer, still.  \nHim must have picked up on the feelings, because he straightened again, and asked, \"Why don't you  \nshow me what you meant, earlier, you'd said something about a larger area?\"  \nLance simply nodded. Jim again assumed the position, and ths time Lance put his paws on Jim's sides,  \na bit more casual in his touch as he glided his fingertips slowly up and down, then rubbed his fingertips  \nlightly after a few glides.  \nHe sensed Jim was still comfortable, he seemed even more comfortable as Lance leaned forwards, and  \ngritted his teeth. He began tracing his paws up and down Jim's front, starting about his middle chest,  \nand gliding down to that belly he'd wanted to feel so long.  \nLance let out a whimper, and bit his lip afterwards, and he noticed Jim writhe slightly from the touch,  \nand then started a little.  \n\"You're all right, aren't you? You seem tense, yourself.\"  \nLance noticed his voice was strained \"I'm fine, I'm just a little dry at the moment.\"  \nWhich definitely wasn't a half truth this time, his throat was parched.  \nJim quickly got up, and came back with two large glasses of a bubbly fluid, it didn't appear to be water.  \n\"Champagne, seems like you could use something to help you loosen up a little.\"  \nLance took the glass, noticing his paw was trembling, and tipped in in a ?cheers' motion, and downed  \nhalf of it in one swig.  \n\"If you keep up with this massage the way you have bee, you might create a different kind of tension for  \nme.\" Lance tilted his head, a she took a few more swigs.  \nJim got up again, and came back with the bottle, and quickly poured more of the bubbly liquid in  \nLance's glass  \nTaking a few more swigs, Lance did notice at least himself was finally a little more at ease.  \nHe set the drink down, and wrapped again began gliding his paws down Jim's sides, this time more  \nsure of himself when he went down, and massaged that slight roundness in the middle of his belly.  \nLance gasped, when he felt Jim's right hand take his right one, and glide lower. He gritted his teeth, and  \nbit his lip, he starting seeing white, and shook his head to keep from passing out. Had the alcohol gotten  \nto him that quickly? But he opened his eyes again, and he felt that Jim had slid Lance's paw to his  \ncrotch, right over his groin  \nLance squeezed there, heard Jim gasp, and take his own hand away. Lance kept his other paw around  \nJim's middle, and he could swear Jim was at full arousal, or possibly close to it already.  \nLance started stroking the trapped girth, and he heard Jim gasp in approval. Lance's fingertips fumbled  \nfor the zipper, finally found it, and slid it open.  \nSensing no resistance from Jim, he reached in, and felt the boxers that still kept the girth trapped.  \nLance felt for the waistband, and somehow managed to slide the boxers down, and he carefully pulled  \nJim's throbbing cock out.  \nHe could see Jim was nowhere near as large a s himself, but he could hardly think about that now, and  \nhe didn't much care, as he gripped the cock about the middle, and began a slow, rhythmic pumping  \nmotion.  \nLance seemed to gain more confidence quickly, whether it was the effects of the alcohol, or what aws  \nhappening, he wasn't really sure.  \nHis paw that was rubbing Jim's belly, slid up and grazed over Jim's left nipple, and he saw Jim's cock  \nrespond by already dribbling a dab of pre.  \nHe pressed his thumb over the now firm nub and began pumping more rapidly.  \nThis time it was Jim who tensed, and closed his eyes tight.  \nLance watched intently as he finally also noticed how huge Jim's orbs were, these were much larger  \nthen Lances, what he lacked in cock size he made up for there. They had to be at least the size of a  \nsoftball, which he knew was pretty big for a human.  \nHe also knew he desperately wanted a taste of those orbs, and Jim's cock, for that matter, but he  \nsimply kept pumping, and suddenly, Jim cried out as his cock flared purple at the head, and shot his  \nsteamy seed.  \nBeing in the position they were, Lance watched it arc and get as high as just underneath Jim's chin,  \nthen, being as Jim's shirt was still on, got it a bit damp as it rained and spattered over Jim's chest.  \nAfter several moments, he felt Jim's body relax completely, and heaved a series of contented sighs.  \nThen, since the first time they'd met, Jim made the first move and wrapped his arms around Lance, and  \nheld on to him tight, they rocked back and forth together for awhile, as Jim bucked his hips while riding  \nout the afterglow.  \nLance knew himself was straining at his own pants, aching to release after witnessing all this, but he also  \nknew the reason why most furry and human relationships, no mater what the sexual orientation was, the  \nhuman, be it male or female was almost always intimidated by the fur's size.  \nBesides, he was more then content with what had just happened, and he felt himself getting tired again,  \nmore rapidly then before.  \n\"What time is it? He groggily asked, but noticed they stayed in each others' arms as Jim raised his arm  \nto look at his watch.  \n\"Well, another saying is true, time flies when you're having fun, it's 10:30 already.\"  \nLance jerked upright, but felt Jim pull him back down. \"I have to get going, I have to go in early.\"  \nI'll give you a ride, we can wake up early, you can tell me where you work, then. I've lived here most  \nof my life, I know the city inside and out.\"  \nHe saw Jim get up, and bring in an alarm clock, and handed it to Lance. \"Here, you set it, for when you  \nhave to get up.\"  \nLance nodded, and fumbled with he buttons, and he saw Jim looked pretty worn out, too.  \nMaking sure it was AM, rather then PM, he flicked it on, and they slipped their arms around each  \nother.  \nLance had so much he wanted to say, and ask, and he sensed Jim might, too. Here he'd thought all  \nalong this man was probably straight laced, but he'd just willfully received a hand job from another  \nmale.  \nAs he began to drift off he thought to himself, ?Well Mr. Liberal,' he chided himself, ?Appearances can  \nbe deceiving.'  \nAnd he heard Jim mumble, ?What?\" And realized he must've spoken aloud, and finally blurted out the  \ntruth, \"Oh, just thinking out loud.\"  \nAnd the pleasure they had just shared, and the tensions of he day took their toll, peacefully drifting to  \nsleep in each other's arms.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n\n"}