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I know fucking in a Wal-Mart bathroom is a sign of late-stage trashiness, but - hey - at least when I did it the bathroom was clean.

Okay, so, as it went, I was at the Wal-Mart in the first place because I'd run out of some things - lead for my pencils for class, a new mechanical pencil because I'd thrown my last one at the wall and broken it in frustration, Mexican soda (preferably of some red or orange flavor), fruit snacks... you get the idea. My roommates and I live fairly close to the place, so it's really no problem to just walk to the store whenever we need something, and I had some spare time this day.

Everything that I'd come for amounted to a little over $15 and two somewhat heavy bags, enough so to make me dread the walk home and the sore arms that would surely follow. However, on the way out towards the door I was struck with the sudden knowledge in my belly region that something had to be done - and, normally I try to avoid using public bathrooms, for obvious reasons, but... it felt a bit urgent. I'd eaten nothing that day other than two fried quesadillas and a box of Nerds, and the day before I'd had two bowls of Ramen, so... yeah. You get the idea on that, too.

I'm the kind of guy who walks back out of a public restroom if someone's already in it. This time, thank God, there was only a little family of wolves standing outside by the water fountain, what looked to be a mother and her two kids, a son and a daughter. The door of the bathroom squeaked open on tough hinges when I went in, to find - thank God - nobody there. I took the first of the two stalls, the smaller one, then locked the door, dropped my bags, and dropped my pants.

There was a little round hole in the side of the stall, about the same size as the base of your average doorknob - for the toilet paper holder, I figured, since there wasn't one present, and the paper itself just sat on the back of the toilet. So, I took care of my business, fumbled around for the toilet paper, then put a paw out against the hole to help myself up-

-and, as I was doing so, two fingers came down on my paw through the hole from the other stall. It startled me more than anything, based on how it made me gasp and jump - I could've sworn that the bathroom was empty. I watched the hole for a moment after; nothing happened at first, but then those fingers came through again, two brownish-furred fingers against the lower rim.

Oh. So that's what it was.

Being me, I knelt down - it came just about equal with my muzzle, imagine that - and... well, and rested my fingers on the stranger's, 'cause why not. He brought his away, so I pulled mine out, too - and even though I knew full well what would come next, or rather what would take the place of those fingers, I still had to lean back a little and take in the sight that then greeted me. This guy was - damn, hung: it's good that I later learned he's a shower rather than a grower, because if he got much thicker, he'd have trouble moving away from that spot until he went back down. I've dealt with thick cocks before, so this one didn't look like too much of a problem - but it was, again, admirable: meaty, thick enough so I had to squeeze to touch my forefinger to my thumb when I wrapped a paw around him, uncut - my favorite kind, with the foreskin naturally half-retracted on the head. Either this guy was just really manly or he hadn't showered in a while, too, because each time I breathed in, I got a taste of his musk and who he was...

Quite a bit of warmth seeped off of his shaft and into my paw, then, when I tilted it up to my muzzle. He must have just finished doing whatever it was he was doing, because he was soft, or at least as soft as someone as meaty as him could be. My lips and tongue worked to remedy that in maybe thirty or forty seconds, with long licks up the underside or swirls inside his foreskin, with kisses along the side or at the head. Gentle grunts floated over from the other stall, and at one point while I worked, I glanced up to see another brown-furred paw holding the upper edge of the divider.

This guy was endowed well enough so that there was still room for my paw at the base of his shaft even when I'd take him halfway into my muzzle. Here, and now that he was hard, I could feel each little throb and twitch against my tongue and lips, as well as his little thrusts forward and back through the hole and into my mouth. One of my roommates had a nice foreskin, so I finally had someone to practice on other than myself (yes, I can, and yes, it's awesome, but that's a story for another time) - I kept my paw firm where it was, so each thrust from him just rolled his foreskin forward and back under my lips or over my tongue, always moving and swirling. Every now then I got a twang of salty something, a slick drip of tangy pre on my tongue - so I took that as meaning I was doing a fairly good job.

It'd gotten to the point where I was fully hard, too, just from all of this licking and suckling - I hadn't even started actually sucking him off yet - so I reached down and slid my pants, still unbuttoned and unzipped, further down my legs. With my other paw still at the base of his cock against the divider, I began to bob along his length, keeping my tongue cupped and lips tight; I moved slowly at first but came up to speed, and also dove down a little further each time until he pressed against the back of my throat. I don't really have a gag reflex, but I still tend to choke on my own overeagerness - now, I was glad for the divider preventing him from seeing my face, though I was sure he could feel the little hitches in his blowjob whenever this happened.

I know I've mentioned before how damn much I love giving oral, and I also know I've mentioned that I always have to hold myself back when doing so and pawing at the same time, because I'll finish too quickly. This was the same way: I steadied my rhythm of bobbing on this guy's cock, to the point where I had to take my paw away to get him as deep in my throat as I wanted, and stroked myself with a slower and much lighter movement, enough to keep me hard (which would happen anyway, honestly) but not enough to do much more than that. Still, though, with the brush of a thumb, I discovered that I, too, was leaking a little bit of pre...

I moved back and placed one last kiss at the end of his length before removing my paw from myself to wipe the slobber and pre off of my lips - and, in that time, the stranger pulled back out of the hole, leaving me bemused and somewhat disappointed. Call me strange - especially for, again, being in a goddamn Wal-Mart bathroom - but I kinda really wanted to swallow, uh... to swallow a stranger's cum... however, before I could voice any complaints those two fingers again came through, although this time facing towards the upper rim of the hole. I almost wondered if he was intending to return the favor when he beckoned to me through the hole, bringing those fingers up against my side of the divider.

I knew what he wanted. I left my bags where they were beside the toilet and briefly tugged my pants up (in case anyone else had wandered into the bathroom, which I hadn't heard anyone, but you can never be certain) before unlocking my own stall to head over to his. There was the noise of rustling clothing and the chak of the slider of his own lock opening; I stood outside the door, breathed in, breathed out, put my paw against the door, pushed it open-

-and saw a tall brown-and-grey wolf with a button-up shirt and slacks halfway down his legs, just finishing tearing open a condom. It was one of the larger sizes - naturally - and lubed, too, based on the color of the wrapper, as rarely as I see condoms. Thank God for that, because I tend not to carry around a bottle of lube with me in the event that I walk into a public bathroom and end up being fucked. The wolf looked me over with bright amber eyes, a warm smile on his lips; I, however, couldn't look away from that wonderful cock of his as he rolled the condom down over it, and his full, furred sack beneath it. God - I almost wished I had wandered into this stall instead, just so I could shovel my nose up into the sack, feel his orbs on my muzzle... maybe lap my tongue out around one and feel the warmth - while my nose is buried against the base of his cock...

"Hey," he said, startling me a bit, "we've gotta do this quickly, alright? I have somewhere to be."

This guy looked to be... oh, probably thirty, thirty-five. I tore my gaze away from his cock, nodded, and said "Yes, sir."

"Oh - gosh, don't call me 'sir', cutie, you make me feel old. Get that rudderbutt of yours over here..."

Naturally, I obeyed, and once I got close enough so that I'd get whacked with his meat if he were to spin around fast enough, he placed a large paw on my shoulder and pushed me down towards the toilet. Normally I'd have been a little grossed out, but - hey - I'd gotten over the whole 'bathroom' part of this the moment I'd set my lips to his shaft, or even a little bit before. I braced one leg on the edge of the seat (thank God the lid was down), put my other foot down against the floor, hooked my arms around the tank, and looked back at the big wolf behind me; he was rolling the condom to the base of his cock, and started to lift his other paw to his muzzle.

"Little otter..." he chuckled, and spat into that paw. A moment later, I felt cool, slick fingers against my tailhole, pressing and teasing. "Where are your parents?"

"I'm an adult, thank you, I-" ...but my voice was cut off by the feeling of two fingers slipping into me. What took the place of words was a sharp little gasp, accompanied by an all-over body tensing... I could hear him breathe a soft laugh as he slid those fingers back out of me. "-my birthday was last weekend..."

"Ah. All grown up." The end of his thick shaft took the place of those fingers against my tailhole, lubed condom slick and cool but with definite warmth underneath it. "I don't wanna hurt you, yeah? If I go too fast-"

"Don't worry about it," I interrupted, and pushed my hips back against him; it was he who sucked in a short gasp when I forced myself a good half-inch back onto him, but I had to grip at the wall behind the toilet to keep myself from losing my concentration. "I've - had practice..."

"Yeah?" He closed his paws on my hips and continued the movement, sinking slowly deeper into me. God, he was thick, and I hadn't taken either of my roommates in a while... as he slid into me, I felt the familiar discomfort of being stretched, of being pushed into... it'd just take a while to grow accustomed to his thickness, and then that discomfort would turn into - God, such pleasure. "So then you won't mind if I go fast? I do have somewhere to be..."

I swallowed. I still had my pants on, though they were pulled down just enough for him to have easy access - were we not constrained by time I'd have kicked them off to allow myself more freedom of movement and position, and more comfort, but... y'know. He has somewhere to be, right after he's done being in me. "I'll let you know."

"'Kay..."

Conversation stopped after that. He focused on sinking deeper, deeper into me while I tried to find a good place behind the toilet to grab onto, something that would keep me from losing my balance and toppling over - though before I did, his hips pressed forward against my rump, making me fully aware of his length and thickness in me. Sometimes the best feeling is just having something under your tail, something to clench around while you paw; this time, however, I reached a paw back and put it against his thigh, silently asking him to remain there for a moment. The wolf leaned over me, nosed between my ears, then went down and gently nipped at the scruff of my neck-

and I lurched forward and slid a little bit off of him, then just as quickly pressed back against him, the force of the movement causing a little slapping sound to echo through the bathroom. The wolf grunted, chuckled, and again continued the movement, starting a deep and slow but forceful rhythm, one unlike a kind I was used to - usually I get slow, light thrusts that then become faster, deeper fucking; this time he remained deep in me and slammed in, hard, squeezing a sharper moan out of me than usual. Each time he did so I felt my entire body tense up and had a shiver sent through all my limbs, but - God, it was a good feeling, a great one. This wolf knew how to fuck.

With each thrust he pulled out a little further, and at one point he moved one of his paws up to my shoulder, to pull me back against him every time he moved his hips forward. I was already having trouble swallowing each grunt, each gasp, each moan; this guy moved his hips, he churned them in a certain way that just felt so damn nice, good enough that I could feel him pushing me towards one of my rare hands-free orgasms... if he did ,there was nothing I could do about that. However, he did say he needed to be fast, so he wasted little time on slow, easy thrusts, and once he knew that I was okay - I guess based off of my noises of pleasure and lack of complaint - he adjusted his stance and started really fucking me, hard enough that each thrust in sent another noise echoing between the walls, fast enough that my other leg slid off of the toilet lid, making me have to quickly adjust to keep myself up.

I put my paws out against the wall and let the moans escape through my open mouth, reciprocating his movements with little pushes back each time he thrust in and lurches forward when he slid back out. Sure, I'd prefer there was no condom between that cock of his and me, but this worked... oh, it worked just fine. His breath came short and fast, like he'd just finished running three miles; mine was also increased, but I gave voice more to moans than sighs...

At the other end of the bathroom, the door squeaked open - but, hell, I didn't care, and this wolf didn't seem to even notice. Gentle, nervous footsteps, a quiet 'um...' in response to the slap, slap, slap of this wolf fucking me, more footsteps, and then the door squeaked shut, and again we were alone. By now I had my muzzle rested on the cool tank of the toilet, though the wolf's thrusts caused me almost to bump my head on the back wall. He leaned further closer over to me and moved his other paw from my hip around to my cock - which just caused me to hump forward even more and push back against him, our breathing not exactly synced but almost equally as fast as loud-

The wolf's other paw squeezed my shoulder, tight, and he slammed deep into me with one final lasting moan; it was this last thrust, his fast-moving paw, and the throbbing of his thick shaft that pushed me, too, over the edge, so that I shot out two or three spurts of cum against the tank of the toilet, each making a noise underneath our last few pants and sighs when they impact. For a moment we're stuck there, each unable to move due to the resonating pleasure of our orgasms; then, he lurches back and slips out of me, causing me to suck in another light gasp.

A condom, no cum, no cleanup; I flip myself around and lean back against the toilet's tank, watching the wolf as he takes off that condom (God, it's quite full - imagine if all of that was shot down my throat...) and does up his pants. I expected him to just turn and leave the stall, but no: instead, he reached into his back pocket, took out his wallet, reached into his other pocket, grabbed a pen... and then scribbles something onto a twenty from inside his wallet.

"Here..." he said, and held it out to me. I took it in a shaky paw. "Phone number. Gimme a call sometime, little otter."

"Yeah..." was all I could manage. I just... needed a moment to gather my strength so I'd be able to stand up again...

"Thanks... I had fun." And then with that, he leaves the stall and does up his belt while approaching the door; there's the soft noise of him tossing the condom in the trash can, and then the door squeaks open on those old hinges, and what follows, quieter as the door then swings shut: "Hey dear, hey, kids, sorry it took Daddy so long... you ready to go see that movie?"

The elated voices of two children answered, apparently a son and a daughter: "Yeah!"

Still panting, I looked at the twenty: right beside Jackson's face, in black ink, was the wolf - the father's - number; after another moment, I tugged my phone out of my pocket to put it in.

Maybe he'd take me to see a movie sometime...