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BLOWJOB (A WALTER FOX STORY)

by Little Bill

(WARNING: The following story contains sexual activity between humans and sentient alien animals. Please do not read this if you are a minor or are offended by such material. But if neither is the case, enjoy.)

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story follows the stories "The Furry Sex Scandal", "The Furry Sex Scandal: The Aftermath", "Pit Stop", “Too Lonely", and “The Truth Comes Out".)

I just cannot resist doing naughty things and bragging about them on this word processor, dear reader! And this would almost certainly end my career at PERC if word of this got out. But I do not think word is going to get out.

So what did I do this time? Not a lot, but what I did was oh so naughty! Not evil, but another breach of PERC rules I felt like performing. But as explained below, I was not motivated entirely by being naughty. It was akin to the incident when Sammy Skunk and I had finally had homosexual sex, with him giving me his rectum for me to put my penis into. I was tempted not only due to years of having no sexual outlet, but because I had never really believed that Sammy Skunk really wanted to have sex with human men, but was doing it because he wanted to please Jim, the human he lived with and was strongly bonded to. It was not until Sammy and I had actually had sex was I convinced he genuinely enjoyed sex with other males, and it did take a longtime burden off my shoulders.

My doing so was discovered, and it could have ruined my career. The Earth authorities had laid down the regulations that we animal-people were never to have sexual contact with Earthians, and Sammy Skunk was an Earth citizen now. They elected not to expel me from Earth, as they were reluctant to punish an animal-person for having sex with another animal-person, especially one who had had only sexual contact with humans until then. The just-installed Director Jeremy Wolf, who had replaced the original Director of PERC, had to report me to the Earth authorities, but he did not want to have a scandal mark the beginning of his term, so we all hushed it up.

Even so, one colleague to eventually find out what Sammy and I had done was one of my assistants, Billy Otter, when we visited Sammy Skunk and we let word slip out. He already had the idea I had done something wrong, but he decided to keep quiet about the affair too. For one thing, he was one of my PERC colleagues who had felt Sammy Skunk deserved no punishment for having been taken advantage of by Jim because he had been put into a situation he had been unprepared to handle, and he too was never truly certain about Sammy Skunk's being genuinely homosexual until I resorted to the extreme way. Besides, he confessed that if he were to betray our secret to everyone else at PERC, he knew that he would not only ruin my career and upset Sammy Skunk, but would become known as a snitch to his fellow PERC colleagues and would be looked down upon. On top of that, one reason I have been able to keep my position as head of the sociological department at PERC was that nobody else wanted it. I had not only to do the same duties my assistants did, but I had to answer both to them, the other department heads, and the Director.

One Sunday morning I did have to catch an early plane to my next assignment, and the city where Jim and Sammy Skunk's apartment building was located happens to be en route. I do make occasional unexpected visits to their apartment, always calling them first, but usually for things like car trouble or if I needed to use their toilet. I make it a point to not visit them too often so I do not annoy them. But this time was different. I drove directly to their apartment building and rang their doorbell. This was a completely unexpected action on my part, but they buzzed me in immediately. They did look worried when I entered their apartment and closed the door. After all, not only was the visit a complete surprise, I did not even telephone them first as was my standard practice.

“Is something wrong?" asked Jim.

I was quite embarrassed and must have looked it. “I know it was rude of me not to call first, let alone just visit you unexpectedly. But I thought it best if I didn't use my phone."

“Are you in trouble?" asked Sammy.

“No, but I could be, and perhaps with you." I confessed.

“Is it something you need to talk to us about? Or me alone?" Sammy continued.

“To both of you. Remember our little tryst and how we got away with it? And how Billy Otter was the one who figured it out?"

“So now everybody at PERC has just found out?" Sammy asked worriedly.

“No, no. Nobody else has found out, I'm sure of that. Oh, I'd better go, I feel so embarrassed."

Sammy smiled reassuringly and put his hands on my shoulders. “We don't have any special plans at the moment. And while I don't normally do pit stop quickies, I understand you have to be extra careful, and I'll be most happy to take you into bed and yes, I can take your knot again."

“Actually, that isn't my idea."

“I'll be happy to take it into my mouth instead."

“I want to do something that I guarantee nobody would ever overlook."

They looked at me in sudden dismay. “What, then?"

I faced Jim and said, “I remember how much you wanted a taste of my cum. So much...well, I'd feel better if you got it directly from the source."

Jim looked at me in disbelief. “You want me to suck your cock?"

“I'm sure you've tasted enough others already."

Jim laughed slightly. “It's not that I don't want to, I'd absolutely love to. I just never imagined you would ever ask that of me."

“I was thinking of the time I saw you suck my cum out of Sammy Skunk's rectum," I confessed. “Since you wanted to taste it so bad, I felt it would be better if you got the pure version."

“You're serious, aren't you?" Sammy concluded. “Well, that's fine with both of us."

So they hustled me into the bedroom and quickly pulled my clothes off. What was I doing? I wondered to myself, but then I remembered the sight of Jim sucking my cum out of Sammy's rectum clearly enough so that I preferred to have a different memory. They must have realized it themselves, putting two and two together, as whenever I made surprise visits to them, it was almost always on my way back to PERC, not on my way from it. If anyone were to ask later on, I could just say I had a sudden need to use their toilet and I could not wait to go elsewhere, and they would have no reason to doubt me. It has happened before.

As it happened, it was early enough in the morning so that they were not even dressed, just wearing bathrobes as if they had gotten out of bed and they had not yet bathed. They took their robes off-and I could not help note the irony of Jim's doing so when his next action could have been done fully dressed. But no matter; I was fine with however they wanted to do this.

With all my clothes off, the equally naked Sammy pulled me into their bed and lay down right next to me, one arm around my shoulders and one hand starting to stroke my sheath. But his mouth was active too; he started lightly nibbling the side of my head. Meanwhile Jim leaned over, ready to take my penis inside once it was ready. It was Sammy who made me feel sexual excitement; even after nearly five years, I still have not been able to develop erotic feelings toward humans. Strong emotional bonds to them, yes, but they did not arouse me sexually. Though I was not actually gay or bisexual. Sammy Skunk could give me erotic feelings where not even a human female could.

So if I am not homosexual, dear reader, you might ask why Sammy Skunk could sexually arouse me. No, unlike in much human anthropomorphic animal art, female animal-people have no bosoms. They have nipples or udders and so forth if they are mammals, but they do not have human-like breasts. From a distance, without clothes, female and male animal-people do not look a lot different. (Note that one cannot tell a female from a male cat without looking at their genitals.) Of course there is the matter of odor; we animal-people can smell things most of you humans cannot. And Sammy Skunk does have a definite male essence we animal-people can detect up close; certainly I was doing it now.

Yet two factors made it possible for Sammy Skunk to sexually arouse me. I admit that lack of sexual access has made me desperate; we have an even mixture of males and females at PERC, and a couple of married people, but as I explained in the past, sexual affairs between PERC members were strongly discouraged, and in the cases where they did develop, they came to grief and the people involved sent home. And we are like our four-legged counterparts in that we have animal-like genitalia. Vulpinids and canids have penises that knot at the base during an erection; Sammy Skunk has a hook at the tip of his penis, felines have barbs, avians and certain reptiles have cloacae, and so forth. So unlike humans, anybody cannot just mate with anybody whose plumbing is too different without injury!

Besides that, females who come to PERC are typically uninterested in having sexual affairs, and that is the case with many of the males. Our National Space Agency thoroughly screens anyone who wants to go to an alien world-and after what Sammy Skunk had done, no doubt they are screening people who are to come to Earth even more thoroughly! Sammy has been the only animal-person sent to this world who has been “lost", and PERC intends to keep it that way. People from our world tend to be older and have diminished sex drives; Sammy Skunk was the youngest animal-person ever sent here, in his early adulthood, and though a mathematical genius, clearly lacked the psychological maturity to be sent to an alien world.

The other factor was not only could I have sex with Sammy without directly causing trouble at PERC; he indicated many times he genuinely wanted sex with me. And why would I not eventually be tempted to have sex with someone who genuinely desired me, even a male, when previously my sexual experiences were with prostitutes who only pretended to want me, several casual girlfriends, and finally a wife with whom my relationship soured? Of course, as I said, if it were not for Sammy Skunk's presence, I probably could not allow Jim to handle my genitals. I felt his mouth and tongue on my erect penis and his hand squeezing my knot, and he did everything he could to make the experience pleasurable, but without Sammy Skunk leaning on me and nibbling me, I probably would not have been able to go through with it.

No, dear reader, I was not thinking all this while Jim was sucking me off, but I am telling you this after the fact so you can understand my motives. Plenty of humans have tried to bribe me for having sex with them, and never was I tempted to take these offers. Yet I was having Sammy Skunk's boyfriend Jim doing the very thing no other human would get the chance to do. Like I said, I remember his sucking my cum out of Sammy's anus after I sodomized him, and the memory of it was enough for me to want to have Jim get it directly from the source. I was letting Jim have what he really wanted and no other human would get, and I would undoubtedly end up with a ruined career if this gets out.

It did not take as long as I had anticipated. I looked directly toward Jim as my penis filled his mouth first with my precum, then my actual semen, and then my postcum. When he managed to get all the liquid I ejaculated, he looked up at me-and my face must have registered quite a bit of shock when I saw that there was very little mess around his lips. Jim was hardly fat, and at the times I had seen him eat food, he did not put an unusual amount away. I must have put out plenty of fluid, and somehow Jim was able to take it all into his stomach. I could not believe Sammy Skunk or anybody else could produce as much ejaculate that I did. (No, dear reader, I am not being boastful. I am merely describing my physiognomy, which is as fundamental to me as my fur color.) Jim smiled at me, both for giving him his “snack" and how surprised I was over his ability to have swallowed all my ejaculate.

“I really enjoyed my stay," I announced, “but I have to leave, and before that I must get cleaned up."

Sammy Skunk stopped nibbling on me, and Jim got the message and disappeared, returning almost immediately with a bottle of chemical and a towel. Yes, dear reader, that same chemical I had cleaned myself off with after my sexual encounter with Sammy Skunk. Jim quickly and thoroughly cleaned off my penis and groin area, for we all knew how crucial it was that all odors of my sexual activity had to be removed. When Jim had finished, both Sammy and I stood up and returned to the front hall.

“Well, Jim," I asked without irony. “How did it taste?"

“Salty and musky," Jim replied, “but I would have done it no matter what the taste."

“The important part is that you enjoyed the experience."

“Oh, did I! I wouldn't have dreamed you would have done this!"

“I did tell you the reason why."

“I understand," said Jim. “And I couldn't be happier that you did it."

“I did enjoy it," I added. “But if word gets out, it will certainly destroy my career. They forgave me when it was Sammy Skunk, but-"

They assured me that they would say nothing, and quickly found my clothes. I hurriedly dressed and said my goodbyes to them, and left their apartment. I did make it to the airport in plenty of time; I had allowed for that.

After I returned from my assignment, I did report to Jeremy Wolf on my arrival at PERC. I gave him the normal debriefing, and at the end he showed me his computer screen. It showed the records for the car I had used to get to the airport and back.

“By the way," Jeremy began, “I noticed that you made a very sudden stop at Jim and Sammy Skunk's apartment. Any particular reason?"

“I suddenly had to stop and use the bathroom."

“Surprised you bothered them instead of going to a store."

“Early on a Sunday morning? Almost nobody is open then. They were surprised, but they didn't seem to get annoyed when I did it. In fact, they were originally worried I had gotten into some sort of trouble."

“But it's not like the old days when we had the old jalopy cars that kept breaking down all the time."

“They actually wondered if I got into further trouble for that time. I assured them that wasn't the case." I paused and added, “Has anyone else found out since then?"

“I don't think so. How did that come up, anyway?"

“It was as much a surprise to them as it was to you that I visited them on the way to the airport. You know that I almost always visit them on my way back to PERC base if I've gone anywhere else."

“Sammy Skunk didn't hit up on you again, did he?"

“No. I'm sure he would never risk getting me into trouble again."

“Personally, I wouldn't care if the two of you were gay lovers, and even the Earth authorities might not object if we asked their permission. But that sort of thing might not go over well with everyone else at PERC, and why take the chance?"

“I can assure you that Sammy Skunk and I have done nothing sexual since that time."

Jeremy seemed to believe me and dismissed me after which I went back to my quarters at PERC.

It was business as usual, and it was some weeks before I had the opportunity to visit Jim and Sammy again-on the way back to PERC, of course. I called and they were gladder to have me over than I had been to see them.

I dispensed with the greetings. “I got away with it!" I announced joyously. “The Director never even guessed!"

“Did he ask if you and I did anything?" asked Sammy.

“Well, yes-" And I told him the details of what happened when I got back from the assignment.

Sammy and Jim smiled. “You managed to get away with breaking the rules again!" said Sammy.

“Actually, that wasn't really my motive," I confessed. “I could have had Sammy Skunk do the exact same thing. And nobody actually got upset with me when Sammy and I had had sex. Not Jeremy Wolf, not the Earth authorities, not even the one I bonded with. And I trust you both know about Billy Otter finding out about the whole thing, and he didn't object either."

“But you and I still don't have permission to be lovers," Sammy pointed out.

“As I said, Jeremy Wolf wouldn't care if we were, if he didn't fear it might end up causing trouble at PERC. Even the Earth authorities might have allowed it."

“But you deliberately wanted me to give you the blowjob," said Jim.

“Yes, and for one reason. First, I knew you really wanted to do it. So do so many other gay human furries, some of who even offered me substantial cash bribes, but I readily refused them all. You wanted the taste of it so bad, you tried to suck it out of your boyfriend, so why shouldn't I give you the chance to get it direct from the source? Third, look at all the times I and my assistants have imposed on you and given you nothing in return. So why not give you what I knew you absolutely wanted? Not only my cum, but you got to fiddle with my genitals too. Of course if it gets out, I'd be absolutely ruined, and I'd probably not be forgiven by my friends. So, I enjoyed our little tryst, but try to realize I dare not try it again."

“Well," replied Jim hesitantly, “thank you for putting yourself at such dire risk on my account."

I smiled and put my hands upon Jim's shoulders. “Oh, I took care to minimize it. I came here on early Sunday morning, when I could justify going to your apartment when no business establishments would be open. Jeremy Wolf did wonder if Sammy and I might have had sex, and I could truthfully say I did not, but it never occurred to him that I would have it with you. And by doing this on the way from PERC base, you could clean me with the chemical, and by the time I reached the airport, all the residual smell would have been gone, and nobody there would suspect a thing. After all, by now every Earthian there is used to my occasional appearances. I'm no more remarkable than somebody wearing a hijab. They notice me, but they don't stare at me like I'm something to worry about.

“Would I have allowed you to do this if I didn't want you to? If we both enjoyed it, that's all that matters, doesn't it? Well, I hope you did,"

“Very much!" Jim grabbed and hugged me in return.

I indicated for him to let go, and we broke off. It was now Sammy's turn to be hugged, and we did that, and he was clearly pleased that Jim and I had gotten as friendly as we did. Sammy and I did give each other the face licks of friendship, and then I headed back to PERC. I gave my report on my latest assignment, and he did not bother asking me why I stopped at Sammy's apartment on the way back. He could see that I did not spend enough time there to possibly have sex with him or anybody else, and I was not foolish enough to try having sex with Sammy Skunk again after all the trouble I had caused the last time. I still had my desire to get away with mischief when I could, but I know when the risks are too great.

You might wonder, dear reader, if Sammy Skunk and I could possibly have sex again. As I mentioned before, Jeremy Wolf indicated he had no personal objection to it, and perhaps the Earth authorities might make a special allowance. Even my special friend among them, who had suffered sexual abuse as a small child and did not care to hear about homosexuality, would probably not object, if for no other reason that Sammy Skunk had had sex only with male humans, and I had been his only animal-person sexual partner. Billy Otter might not object, for the same reasons. But there were still all my other PERC colleagues.

There were hundreds of them, after all, and common sense if nothing else would suggest that at least some of them would have very strong objections to my having sex with another male-or for that matter someone who was an outcast from his former PERC colleagues, let alone from his entire world. (Our world, of course, is not like how human furries fantasize how it is-homosexuality is in fact more frowned upon by us animal-people than among you Earthians.) And sexual relationships are strongly discouraged among us PERC members-and as I have mentioned in the past, ones that have developed anyway have come to grief, with the participants in such behavior being sent back to our world in disgrace. And if my colleagues may not have sexual relationships with one another, why should I get this privilege? The idea of my getting special treatment from the Director would do my reputation at PERC far more damage than even having sex with Sammy Skunk would. And though it was years ago, my career surviving despite my having “lost" Sammy Skunk to the Earthians has not been forgotten. Sammy Skunk may not be missed by his former colleagues, but I still bear the stigma of having been entrusted with the care of a fellow PERC member and letting him fall astray.

And even ignoring all that, I cannot honestly claim to have homosexual proclivities, or even bisexual ones. I may have passionately french-kissed another male animal-person, as well as planted my cum into his rectum...but besides it being my extreme way of truthfully determining if Sammy Skunk was genuinely homosexual, it was essentially the only sexual outlet I had. I essentially used him as I would a female, putting my seed into him, but with no desire for having him do the same to me. Yes, Sammy Skunk was aware of all this when he did have sex; he probably would not mind if we did it again and he was the “bottom" as they say in homosexual slang, each time.

But I would mind, dear reader. I would feel like I was using him for my pleasure without giving him anything in return. It would be akin to prison sex, where stronger prisoners rape weaker prisoners, and if you by any chance hear jokes about prison rape, I can tell you from studying it (I have been a longtime sociologist after all) that there is nothing in the least humorous about it. If I were to be the “giver", where I would be willing to let the other male put his penis into me, I would feel okay about it-but I doubt I could ever bring myself to do it. Maybe Sammy Skunk and I could cuddle and even mouth-kiss in the future, but I could not have actual sex with him without feeling guilty.

However, I do not feel at all guilty about my cum dump into Jim's mouth. I knew he wanted it very badly, to the point where he tried to suck it out of Sammy Skunk's rectum. I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined ever letting Jim give me a blowjob, but when I saw how much he wanted to taste my cum, I decided it was necessary for him to taste it via the direct route, so I could remember him getting it that way instead of the way he had done previously. And he also had me mouth kiss him when I did not really care to do that, so if he wanted the one prize, he could have the other one as well.

I do have one minor regret, though. After this rules violation, is there anything I can possibly do to top it?