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Addiction C - Sunday, June 15, 2014 Written by Afril, Edited by Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association

M/M, Mouse/Pony/Human, Oral/Caressing/Gloryhole

Maxie's tale

Max sat in the last booth in the adult store, and nervously rubbed the end of his tail. If he didn't need a 'fix' so badly he was shaking, he would have already left the filthy place. As it was, all he could do was sit and play with his tail and - Wait. Was that...? Yessss! A noise from the booth beside his, a shadow covering the hole in the wall, and the mouse gasped as a long, pony-wang slid through it. The penis was a soft pink color and as he caressed it, it flexed in his grip. Panting, the mouse licked around the flared tip, kissing the ridge, lapping up the pre that dribbled out.

He tongued the length, bouncing the fleshy, mushroom-shaped head before opening his muzzle and engulfing it, getting a whinny from the other booth. He closed his eyes and let the scent of the male come to him. His slim hands eagerly stroked the cock, feeling the skin tighten as he sucked on the dripping end, moving his muzzle to get a few inches more. Most males banged up against the wall, wanting to bury their dicks in his mouth, but this one seemed to be enjoying the slower pace, letting Max decide how much penis he slipped down his gullet. How fast his gray head bobbed. Not that it mattered - The first few inches were where all the nerves were, and the mouse was a master at using his tongue and lips and teeth to work the places over so his 'partner' would screech and blow out their balls. Even as he rolled his tongue along the underside of the horse-cock, he felt it start throbbing, he felt the shaft moving in his hands. He wished the glory-hole was bigger, so he could fondle the fat equine balls, but he was content to caress and rub the length of rod that wasn't pumping itself into his muzzle.

Max bobbed his head in time to the thrusting hips, sucking on the slick meat - Gods, it felt good! And tasted better... The only warning he got that he was doing his job a little too well was a half strangled groan and a huge gush of semen spitting out the flared head. He quickly swallowed it, sucking and tugging on the throbbing meat, getting several more jets of hot horse-cream before it lay in his hands, still very firm and just as tasty. He gently scratched the sensitive nerves with his lower teeth, making the male buck and whinny again, giving him a second round of squirted globs to savor. The mouse worked the shaft gently, stroking it, sucking softly on the erection until it went semi-soft and he couldn't even get pre to come out. Kissing the head, he let it slip from his lips, still holding it until it slipped back out the hole. He grinned when it took a minute for the sound of a zipper to come from the other side, and the door to open... It always took a few minutes for his 'partners' to recover from his 'handiwork'. He licked his lips, enjoying the salty taste. Many of his friends said cum was bitter... Beer was bitter, cum was - Starchy, salty. He closed his eyes, enjoying the flavor that lingered on his tongue, before chasing the liquid down with a gulp of water, from the bottle he had brought. He didn't want another flavor to muddy his taste-buds as he shoved his palms against his face, inhaling the stallion's scent. He sighed softly... Maybe someday he would settle down and be with just one person. Someone to come home to. Someone to argue with and hug tight and suck off every chance he got. Mmmmmm...

Max looked at his watch. He had plenty of time to drain another male before he had to get back to his apartment. He rubbed his hand together when he heard the door on the other side creak as someone entered, interrupting his daydreaming. He waited to see if the male was 'interested'... When nothing happened except for some heavy breathing, he slid a long-fingered hand through the hole. There was the rustle of cloth and then - Oh Gods Above! They were warm. They were wrinkled. They had some hair, but not furry by any means. He carefully pulled the scrotum through the hole, before their owner changed his mind. The mouse licked the sack, working his mouth around the oval organs, until he couldn't take it any longer and stuffed them into his muzzle. There was a groan as the male felt his warm mouth engulf the twin treasures, his tongue caressing and rolling the testes around like a hen turning her eggs. Then he sucked all the sweat and loose skin off the balls, feeling them swell inside his mouth. He pressed his teeth lightly into the skin, holding the male still, as he continued to clean and tease the dangly bits until something slapped his head. Oooooo... The mouse looked a little cross-eyed at the member now laying on his nose. He slipped the sodden sack from his mouth, so he could examine the - Wow! There was a ring of scar-tissue just behind the bulbous head, and he licked it gently. It looked like a human cock. It smelled like a human cock. And it damn sure tasted like nothing he had ever held on his tongue before.

He meant to go slow. To savor the feeling of the penis sliding along his tongue... Instead he inhaled the fat cock in one gulp, making the male gasp and buck against the wall. Max moaned around the throbbing cock, pushing his nose into the thatch of hair, deeply inhaling the spicy scent of rut. The horse was amazing, but this... This was long enough to poke the back of his throat, without gagging him. It was thick enough he could feel it's heft between his lips. He gently fondled the damp sack in his hands, pulling his head back to look at the funny-shaped head again, rubbing it against his muzzle. The human yelped as he teased the dark-pink plum, popping the ridged end between his lips, stroking it with his tongue. Moving his head side-to-side, ringing the scar and sucking hungrily, harvesting the sweet pre that drooled out. The mouse moaned around the maleness, bobbing his head, working the shaft with his muzzle, letting it glide along his tongue, thrilled every time he got as gasp or a moan...

'Come on sexy... Give me your essence. Spill your seed down my throat.' Max *hummed* to vibrate the throbbing meat. He traced veins along it's length. He stuffed it in as deep as it would go and tried his very best to pull the meat out by the roots, vacuum contouring his mouth to the cock like a second skin. Even after all that, the male still hadn't let go.

'Stingy bastard... Don't make me gnaw on your knob.' Several long, hard tongue-lashes tortured the head, as he bobbed his head back and forth, never letting the ridged tip get past his lips, but not taking any more than an inch into his hot mouth. He decided that for the first run, he would taste the offering the male was going to give him, flicking the web of skin on the underside of the penis he was falling in lust with. In return, he heard nails scraping the wall beside him and a strangled grunt as the balls clutched in his hands rolled up, and several splurts of seed coated his tongue. Yessss! Max inhaled the throbbing man-meat, sucking on it roughly, mashing it against the roof of his mouth. Yet all he got besides several more wonderful noises from the human, was a couple of dribbles, and then nothing as it lay in his muzzle, throbbing and hard.

He sucked more gently on the member, feeling it go soft, but still a nice mouthful. He played with the nut-sack pressed against his chin, but he had done his work too well, and nothing else came forth. So Max clamped his lips tightly on the shaft and pulled back, stripping the tube of every last drop of hot, sticky liquid. He nuzzled the tip, kissing it, caressing it with his tongue until the male begged him to stop. Then he contented himself with 'just' caressing and nuzzling and sucking on the still nicely rounded balls, sighing when the human slumped backwards. He gave the wet sack one more whiskery kiss, before letting it slip past his fingers, and through the hole.

"I am here every weekend, if you want your 'nads pulled out your piss-slit again." he whispered, grinning at the moan he got in reply from the human.

The mouse again took a drink, and stood up, dusting off his pants, placing the plastic bottle into a pocket. He stretched, licking his lips as he opened the booth door and whistling something as he walked down the hall, hearing some vary familiar groans. Hey, didn't Mister Lion have a support group for guys who liked humans? He licked his lips, grinning. Maybe he would sign up for a 'buddy'... He hadn't lied when he said he liked females - Just not in bed. He inhaled the mixed rut-scents still clinging to his hands and sighed softly. Another crappy 'tv' dinner. Another boring night, falling asleep in front of the vid-box. Another day of work tomorrow. Ah well... It beat a house in the suburbs with 2.5 rug-rats.

The End