Toothache
So, I'm not entirely happy about this one. I wrote this as an experiment to see what I'd get done if I just sat and wrote something with absolutely no pre-planning within a given space of time. As you can imagine, it's nothing brilliant, but I'm uploading it here for future reference... or just for good measure, whatever.
Edit: Nevermind, it turned out to be my most popular submission to date.
Anyway, here's the result of said experiment!
As I tapped a tune into the side of my lukewarm mug, I gazed absent-mindedly across the coffeehouse, lost in thought. In doing so, I failed to realise I was staring directly at a collie - a female, no less. She shifted uncomfortably and I saw her pretend not to notice my vacant amber eyes on her, before I yanked myself out of the trance. Goodness, that was kind of embarrassing. I wondered - if she knew I wasn't into femalekind, would she be as uncomfortable as she seemed now?
I sipped at my mug then checked my watch. Dale was late - no surprise there - so I probably had time to go to the toilet. I finished what was left of my coffee and headed for the restroom, avoiding any eye contact with the collie. She sipped at her cup tentatively as I passed, making sure to actively avoid looking at me too.
After I had finished, I checked myself out in the mirror. I'm not vain or anything, I just needed to make sure I looked good for Dale. The longer I stared at myself, the more dissatisfied I grew. Was my fur okay? It wasn't greasy or matted or anything, was it? I ran a paw through my spotted fur, reassured by its soft, conditioned texture. I grinned, then rubbed a digit across my gleaming teeth, a satisfying squeak sounding in response. I noticed how their whiteness contrasted with my black hyena muzzle - I kind of liked that. I reached into my pocket and withdrew a half-finished packet of mints and popped one into my maw.
As I left the bathroom, I realised the collie girl had left and - dammit, someone had taken my seat. It was a pretty small place, so I found a new spot quickly; It was tucked around a corner, pretty out of sight, which was perfect. For lack of anything else to do, I took out my phone and contemplated texting Dale, but upon sight of my previous 5 messages that had yet to be replied to, I decided against it. I sat my phone on the table and turned to face the window, watching people as they passed and making up little stories about them in my head. This particular coffee shop had really bad taste in music yet I found myself subconsciously humming along to the same repetitive tunes I had heard on the radio a million times before. This was a coffee shop, so I was expecting something like Imagine Dragons or whatever it is that people who visit coffee shops listen to, but no, I got crappy chart hits instead.
Eventually my eyes fell upon a familiar skinny coyote - no less than three seconds later, he burst through the door and scanned the place hurriedly. I cleared my throat obnoxiously, attracting Dale's attention and as he set his gaze upon me, I saw a smile spread across his muzzle.
"'Sup, Brian?" He jumped on the sofa opposite me.
Grinning, I checked my watch.
"Forty-five minutes late. Not breaking any records, Dale, but that's still pretty impressive." I chuckled. His smile turned into a grin for a second before that, too disappeared.
"Sorry, dude. I left a few things in the house and Aimee wasn't listening any of what I had to say. I ended up sneaking in through my old window and collecting my stuff from there. It was fun."
I laughed. "Dale, trust you to turn a horrific break up into something 'fun.'"
"Oh, the break up wasn't fun. Just the part where I snuck into my- well, _her_house."
"You know what I meant. I'm just happy to see you're okay above all else."
"Thanks. Dwelling on it isn't gonna get me anywhere, y'know?"
"I understand completely." I reassured him. His ear flitted.
"Thanks, dude. Right, I'm off to caffeinate myself and get something to eat. That bitch didn't even offer me breakfast - I'm starving. Can I get you anything?" He stood up.
"Nah, I'm fine, thanks. I've already had something - I've been here for three quarters of an hour, remember?" I grinned. He rolled his eyes and held back a smile, before disappearing round the corner for a few minutes. His scent lingered and I savoured it; it was a scent that brought back many good - and even some not-so-good - memories.
I found myself quickly lost in thought. I felt incredibly sorry for the guy; all he had to his name lay in a few suitcases in the back of his car. That's not including said car, where he'd probably be sleeping for the next few weeks. Unless...
"Boo." He greeted me as he returned with a steaming cup of coffee and some kind of panini. "So, how've you been?"
"Concerned." I replied, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Why? What's up?" He raised the mug to his lips.
"For_you,_ you idiot! Why else would I be concerned?" I smiled slightly. He lowered the mug, sighing, but it wasn't a sad sigh.
"I told you already dude, I'm fine! I swear." He sipped the coffee, jumping as it burned his lip. I sighed exaggeratedly, shaking my head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Coffee tends to be hot, Dale, if you haven't picked up on that by now." He glared at me playfully. "But seriously, I admire your toughness. I've met a few guys in your position and you've handled it the best by far."
"Pfft, did you expect anything less?" He smiled again and blew on the coffee. "I told you already, I don't need that bitch in my life. I've still got my job, uni, my friends... well, most of them, anyway." He paused and sipped cautiously at his drink. "At least they can accept me for who I am. The only thing I lack now is a house and a needy, emotionally unstable, stroppy girlfriend."
"Only lacking a house? Damn, I wish I had your optimistic outlook on life." I joked.
"It's the truth!" He placed his cup on the wooden table before taking a bite from his sandwich. "I genuinely couldn't care less. Sure, it's a minor inconvenience, but I'll find a hall or something on campus." He took another bite, now speaking with his mouth half full. "I'm free of her now, dude. You know what this means? I can be myself and not have to hide everything!"
"N'aww, Dale. Coming out's never easy when you've a girlfriend of two years under your belt, although I'm sure you of all people know that by now." He nodded in response, his mouth occupied. "Also, I'd have taken you to that sushi place on King Street if I had the money, but alas, I had no such thing."
"It's alright dude, anything you do is appreciated. At least we won't get shooed out for sticking around for ages here."
"No problem. I'd take you back to my place, but my roommate's having some kind of gathering so we'd have no time to ourselves to, er... talk." I cleared my throat and swallowed. "I'd also suggest you crash at mine but that'd probably piss him off and he'd go in another month-long mood with me."
"Don't worry about it." He reassured me, taking a large gulp from his cup. "I know it seems cliche and kinda cheesy, but nothing can get me down right now."
"Jeez, you are taking this well. Just the other night you were breaking down and all sorts!" I suddenly regretted saying that; it was probably not the best of things to bring up.
"Nah, think of it like this - you've had a really bad toothache for so long but you've just lived with it because removing it would be too sore. Eventually it becomes unbearable, so you dig your tongue right into the decaying root and scrape that shit out. It hurts like a _bitch_for a few seconds - but it's gone, along with the pain - and it won't be coming back any time soon." That analogy made me flinch a little, but it was a good one.
He had almost devoured his sandwich already and the contents of the cup were rapidly declining. Had he eaten at all in the past twenty-four hours?
"I see what you mean. And Jeez, watch it, you'll give yourself a bad stomach if you eat that fast; it's not gonna run away."
"Dude, I've eaten like nothing in the past twenty-four hours." He replied between chews, his voice muffled by a stuffed muzzle.
"I was just wondering that. Has that _thing_deprived you of food?" He laughed, sending a few crumbs flying.
"'That thing?' I love that. But yeah, heh, pretty much. Apparently because it's her house and I technically wasn't living there anymore I wasn't allowed to eat any of her food."
"Bitch."
"Tell me about it." He finished off his sandwich, brushing crumbs off his lap.
"I mean, it's not like you did anything wrong. Your only crime was being gay - you didn't deserve what she did to you. That's just common sense... or decency. Whatever."
His expression changed to serious and he flashed me such a look, his eyebrows raised.
"...what?" I questioned, confused. Had I said something wrong?
"I think you know, dude." I tilted my head slightly, perplexed. "As much as it sucks to admit, the whole 'didn't do anything wrong' thing isn't all that true." He seemed almost sad. He sipped at his coffee.
With a sigh, I lowered my head.
"You mean she found out?"
"No, but that doesn't change much." An awkward filled the air for a few seconds.
"We were drunk..." I mumbled.
"We were drunk the first time." Another silence reared its head. "Ack, I'm sorry, Brian. I didn't mean-" he began apologetically, before I cut him off.
"No, it's fine. You're right." I admitted. He looked at me, but I continued staring at the table. A moment later, he shifted over and patted the vacant sofa cushion.
"C'mere." I couldn't help a smile from spreading across my face. I jumped off my chair, banging my knee on the table and almost knocking over his coffee, then sat myself next to Dale, who giggled at my clumsiness. He even wrapped an arm around me - a sign he didn't regret anything or hold any secret grudges after all. I fell into him and his arm folded around my shoulders, taking me into a cuddle. "We... we don't have to worry anymore, Brian. We don't have to worry."
He looked down at me and I up at him; in that moment, we had rediscovered our crushes for each other. He leaned down and I closed my eyes, awaiting the arrival of his lips on mine and soon enough, there they were. They were soft and warm and tasted of coffee and Dale - a familiar, happy taste, albeit one that I seldom experience. I slipped a paw round the back of his head and he began to kiss me over and over, my paw repeatedly running up and down the back of his head, his tan fur tickling my fingertips. My bottom lip was taken in the sharp grip of his teeth and he tugged gently, my back arching slightly in response, my grip tightening. I had needed him for so long and here he finally was; all mine. The tips of our canid tongues brushed gently against each other before they swirled and explored, cocktailing our juices. His fur bristled softly against my pads and we were now breathing intensely, yet in sync. His tepid saliva was bittersweet with coffee remnants but it was still easily distinguishable as Dale's - or maybe that was his gentle yet passionate way of kissing? My tongue was scouring his eagerly - its tender underside and its rougher surface - and I was suddenly lost in his sweet, sloppy embrace.
This continued for long enough to attract an uncomfortable audience. There was definitely something special about this kiss and it didn't take me long to figure out what - the toothache that was Aimee was, in fact, gone - from his life and our consciences - and Dale's thought process became more transparent. He pulled back, a string of saliva trailing with him. I love when that happens; sometimes it's the little things that just push all the right buttons.
Speaking of buttons being pushed, it had been a long time since... well, y'know, we had gotten it on, in layman's terms. Funny, I noticed, how something as simple as a lenghty, passionate kiss after a long absence can turn a relatively disciplined hyena like myself into a drooling slave to the arousal that sparked the moment our lips met - a desire for him that grew more demanding with each silent second that ticked by.
With a glance at his crotch, I noticed he felt the same way. Hey - as I said, it had been a long time. Our instincts just got the best of us and fuelled what happened next.
My unoccupied paw traced its way down his stomach then halted at the bulge that protruded from his jeans; I grinned uncontrollably. He made no attempt to hide it or stop me in any way. My paw grasped the bulging mass and he softly gasped, flinching slightly. We both knew it, though wouldn't admit it: the one thing we really couldn't wait for was that guilt free, liberating sex - the kind we'd always wanted, but only now was within reach - and better yet, everything was unfolding ten times faster than either of us had anticipated.
"There's my big coyote." I teased as I squeezed his stifled member. He rolled his eyes and I unbuttoned his shorts, his bulge throbbing beneath the fabric. I had sported an erection for a while now - but I had other things to take care of. I just wanted him. I just wanted him all to myself and that's what I was getting; right there and then. I tugged the rim of his underwear down far enough for his unsheathed member to spring out. The moment my paws touched his hot, twitching organ, my budding desire for him flowered into a desperate need; I wanted his knotted, throbbing meat inside me, along with every last drop of his seed and I didn't care how or where we did it. My thumb traced up and down the bottom of the shaft, following its curved shape as my digits hugged it into my moist palm. With my other paw, I dragged the table over our crotches, hiding our intimate encounter.
"I've not gotten off in a week, dude. A _week._I won't last long."
He deserved more than a semi-discreet handjob under a coffee table but - while I planned on eventually letting him nail me as hard as he pleased - it was a good place to start. It was thick; so satisfyingly thick. It wasn't monstrously huge, but it far surpassed average in thickness; a shiver ran through me and my fur stood on end at the thought of being invaded by this coyote's pride. I shifted my grasp up to the head and cupped it, feeling its shape beneath in my sweaty pads. My paw slid down the length, all the way to the bulbous knot and retracted sheath.
I realised that anyone walking by the window would be able to see, albeit only side-on, a hyena jacking off a coyote under a table. However, this realisation did nothing to stop me; in fact, it added an exciting edge to the act. I began pumping up and down his twitching, hot thickness, a sliver of warmth trickling down the back of my fingers - for a moment, I removed my hand from his length and lapped up his salty pre. I received jittery breaths in response as I returned it and he wrapped his arm around me again, pulling me close.
I jacked him off with a lusty determination, a soft thwap sounding as my paw beat against where his balls would be, had they not been suffocated by fabric. He was groaning now, a series of 'mms' escaping him. I imagined the people behind us were trying their hardest not to notice the 'conspicuous happenings around the corner,' but I honestly couldn't have cared less. A hint of soft musk exuded from below and my need for more grew stronger. I buried my muzzle into the coyote's soft neck, inhaling his scent and holding it like a bong hit, then biting gently. Sucking, I played around with the tuft of fur in maw as my wrists grew tired. I must have been doing something right, though; his cock continued to pulsate in my paws and he spoke next to no words aside from his breathy moans and dreamy mumbles.
I let go of his fur and pulled my head - and my paw - back. I felt the wet spot in my underwear grow with each spurt of pre and I needed more.
"Dale," I mumbled.
"Huh?" He tore himself out of his lusty, pleasured haze.
"You... wanna take it further?"
"Oh, can we? I'd love that. But where'll we go?"
"Follow me."
He somehow managed to squeeze his python back into his underwear and buttoned up. We trotted to the restroom, gathering a few knowing looks along the way, and into the cubicle, not even bothering to lock the door behind us. I immediately threw my paws up against the wall, like the good boy I was and he grabbed my jeans by the waist and tugged sharply, bringing my pants with them. My own hardened dick jumped out, sending a string of pre across the flimsy wall. Before long, I thought to myself, that wall will be ten times filthier and ten times stickier.
Dale kneeled on the dirty floor and spread my ass. I drew a sharp breath as the muscle traced up my tightening ring, smothering it in a cosy, slick blanket of thick saliva. I bit my lip and held my breath as he slathered the area in his juices, his tongue massaging my puckered hole, before the breath trembled out of me again. With intense dedication, he lapped at every inch of my spotted, toned rump, grunting and huffing occasionally as I tensed and flinched with every lap. Eventually, after a few blissful seconds of his loving tongue on my entrance, He pulled back, his muzzle fur matted with his own saliva.
"When's the last time you got your dick wet?" I teased him, although I was genuinely interested.
"Months, dude. Months. I won't last a second." I have to admit, I was disappointed - but only for a second, as thoughts of how many opportunities we'll have in the future filled my mind. "You'll be dripping for the next couple of days, too, with the amount I'm about to blow into you." He boasted as he stood up.
The thought made me shiver in delight.
"Make me yours." I commanded as I tried to stop my tail from wagging in anticipation.
Had we been in a less cramped environment, one where shifting around was easier and the poor coyote wasn't so desperate to fill my ass, I would have had him throat fucking me by this point. As the thought flashed across my mind, my cock pulsated - dear God I needed to feel him inside of me.
I spread my cheeks as he ran his leaky tool up and down my slickened, wet entrance. My pucker clenched at the feeling of his girth pressing against it before he pushed into me. I called out in a fusion of pleasure and pain as he sank deeper, placing my paws on the wall. He followed, his own paws on mine as my hot, clammy walls tightened around his invader. Holy shit, he was so fucking thick_._
I groaned. Loudly. He was stretching me so much I could've sworn I was gonna cum at any given moment - the breathtaking sensation of having inch upon inch of coyote meat slide inside me is one that doesn't come about often so I revelled in the unique satisfaction that came with having my ring expanded to three times its original size.
"Don't hold back, this hyena wants every last dribble of you in him!"
I was overheating. My clothes stuck to my sweat-matted fur and now with the coyote's chest to my back, the heat grew tenfold, sans for the exposed section of my rear which was now pressed against Dale's partially clothed crotch. I didn't mind, though; it was a good kind of heat. As his twitching girth slid deeper into me, I felt every vein, every bump and every throb inside my cavity and as his knot bulged against my hole, he began panting. His breath was hot on my neck as it ran through my fur and I anticipated him to lean in and sink his teeth into my submissive neck at any second.
As much as I wanted his knot, it was far too early; instead, he pulled back and I felt his member grind against my walls tantalisingly slowly, resulting in some serious damage to the cubicle wall. I stood pinned helplessly against it, now with broken shards of cubicle lining under my nails, then he pushed back in and I yelped, feeling his tip press deep into my cavity. My eyes rolled back into my head and I shut them, leaving him to do all the work and losing myself in his sticky, sweaty embrace.
He began to thrust, his balls slapping against mine, a jolt of orgasmic pleasure shooting through me with every push against my prostate. My tunnel struggled and rocked with each pump and I choked out a grunt with every hump, feeling his knot press against my weakened tailhole as he slipped in and out of my bowels.
Not being able to sit for the next few weeks would be so worth it. I had an image in my head - the state of my pants by the end of tonight. It seemed odd, but the thought of taking them off to a huge stain where Dale's excess seed had seeped out throughout the day was strangely arousing. His opened fly zip dug into my exposed cheek and while it was uncomfortable, it failed to detract from the intense sensation Dale's cock wrought within my tunnel.
"Uff, Dale, more!" I pleaded, eyes shut.
He straightened up, the weight from his heaving chest lifting from my back, removed his paws from my own and took hold of my waist. He jerked me back onto his dick as he ploughed me, stuffing me to the brim with his leaking organ, the wall quickly turning into some kind of post-modern masterpiece with the rapidly growing amount of pre splatters and scratch marks. He slammed into me, sending that satisfying, stretched sensation shooting through my trembling frame and I started to whimper. Hey, a little pain never hurt anybody; in fact, to me, it made the experience more memorable.
Without Aimee weighing on their consciences, the encounter was so much more satisfying - I could've sworn I noticed it in Dale with each delighted hump. My own bulging knot was pulsing excitedly, ready to blow at any minute - holding myself back was a struggle that grew harder with each stroke my g-spot endured.
"I'm close already!" He grunted, his claws sinking into my bare fur. I grinned. "I-I don't think I can knot you dude, it won't fit!" he grunted over the sound of our clashing hips.
Suddenly, a creak echoed throughout the room. We froze and before I could respond to Dale's statement, he threw a paw over my muzzle, clamping it shut. If the potent reek of sex didn't give away what was happening, the intruder was probably about to find out - yep, someone had walked in. Dale reached out to lock the cubicle, but the sound of feet on the tiled floor diverted to the urinal. A satisfied sigh escaped Dale and it would have escaped me, too, was I able to speak. He resumed the thrusting, the sounds of sex bouncing softly off the walls and I discovered then how good it felt to be stuffed from both ends - even only with a finger or two. It was just so filling. In that moment, 'spitroast' had found its way onto the bucket list.
As if to make the whole "keeping quiet" thing even more difficult, Dale took my shaft in his sweaty velvet pawpads and began to jack me off with a lust-fuelled haste. Eventually, I couldn't help the stifled groans and exaggerated breathing - the guy at the urinal would obviously know what was going on. We didn't care; in fact, we wanted him to know.
My orgasm began to build up and as I edged closer, my nails sunk into cubicle wall yet again - jeez, I feel sorry for whoever has to repair this, if anyone even will. His paw traced over the surface of my rounded rear and he spanked it gently, as if to confirm the stranger's suspicions and push me closer to the edge.
Before I knew it, a wave of ecstasy tore through my body; my knees trembled; my twitching cock erupted into a warm fountain of slick seed which shot up the surface of the wall; helplessly, my tunnel spasmed and clamped around my coyote's thick python, hugging it as tight as physically possible. I faded into my own blissful oblivion for a while, the surrounding world fizzling out - it was just me, Dale and the overwhelming euphoric pleasure shattering through me.
Another creak signalled that the bystander had left (probably out of the sheer awkwardness,) as Dale took his spit-slickened digits out of my maw and began to huff obnoxiously. As his paws felt hastily around my toned butt, I knew what was happening - he took two pawfuls of my ass, squeezing hard, then choked out an ecstatic howl.
And just like that, he came, spurting rope after rope of his hot, sticky cum deep into my needy canal, filling my bowels with his own thick juice. His knot popped against my hole in the midst of my exhausted afterglow and he pushed as hard as he could, as if trying to force his knot inside me, claiming me as his. Locking me in position - impaled as deep as possible as he emptied the contents of his balls into my needy cavity - he leaned in and kissed my neck.
"Th-there's a good hyena..." he whispered shakily as the last of his jizz dribbled into me. For a few moments, we basked in afterglow, held in each other's sweaty, sloppy embrace. Then, carefully, he began to pull out.
It was short - maybe a bit too short - but great nonetheless. If that was only a taster of what was to come, I had a lot to look forward to.
"You were fantastic." I told him as his coated member flopped out of my rear. His seed seeped out from my abused ring, with some trickling down my leg and some dripping straight into my underwear. "Jeez, Dale, that's got to be at least a month's worth!"
"Closer to reality than you might think." He mumbled as he snatched some toilet paper from the holder and pressed it up to my leaking hole, kissing behind my ear as he did so.
"You're buying me new pants." I teased as I turned around and grinned at him, my eyes - and body - sleepy from the intensity of the pounding. With his thumb, he wiped away some of the excess stickiness that tickled my perineum as it snaked down, turning the fur into a sticky, matted mess. He scoffed playfully and with his other paw, stuffed his - still exposed - knotted meat into his pants, pulled up his jeans and zipped up. He might as well not have bothered, because the bulge was painfully obvious.
I took the paper and tossed it aside, taking a new sheet and layering my already soaked boxers with it. My own member still proudly protruded from its sheath, knotted also - I, however, wouldn't have half the 'bulge' problem Dale would.
"Hey - Dale, wanna stay with me for a while?" I asked, zipping up.
"Huh? But your roommate-"
"I'll talk him into it, but I don't even care anymore. You're more important and I'd be more than happy to offer you a place to stay." I smiled; he smiled back, his eyes lighting up.
"I'd be more than happy to accept."
I only had one bed.
For the first time, there were no post-sex regrets or worried thoughts surrounding Dale's sexuality for him and none surrounding Aimee for either of us; we had been freed from that burden.
We headed out of the bathroom, attracting the shocked looks of one particular band of folk - they stopped mid-conversation as we emerged and followed us with their knowing eyes all the way to the exit. No doubt one of them was the one who walked in on our encounter. I wondered if he considered himself lucky, then realised that was a stupid thought.
As we emerged into the chilly outside, he took my paw in his.
"So, where to? Back to yours? My car's in the lot."
"Nah, we can't go back so early, remember?"
"Right enough."
We thought for a moment.
"We could still, er, go to your car."
He grinned.