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Hello Everyone! Yes, I'm Alive, back and not a Wolf anymore! :)

Going to start a series with myself, Cal and various life shenanigans featuring some of my sexy friends and acquaintances, enjoy!

Also of note, there's some Spanish at some point and will be part of this ongoing series

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"So what do you have for me today?" Cal asked as he perused the magazine his colleague was reading over her shoulder.

"Not much today am afraid, quiet day. We do have a booking to be filled soon - some Professor type needing his legs done over." Sofia replied, popping her bubblegum and going over the schedule over her computer. "You could finally do some of your other jobs and get the rooms restocked and get all those boxes out of the office." She added with a pointed shrug of the shoulder her friend - sometimes nuisance - was occupying, causing the ginger chimp to rear back lest he get hit.

"Well fine, be that way. I shall leave you here all alone with the soothing music and smell of lavender and vanilla up here. I'll go be cool with the creams and lotions." Cal replied with a put upon sigh.

Both of them looked at each other and grinned, then sighed, before moving to get something down on such a slow day.

Spatacular (it was supposed to be Spa-tacular but apparently the printing people and the boss have beef) was their pride and joy of a business, a Spa and Massage parlor where they offer a myriad of body healing, therapy and counseling sessions.

Sofia, their Ursine manager, ran this particular branch with a loose iron grip; Caleb, or Cal to most, was a colleague acquaintance turned best friend turned Masseuse For The Trouble Spots for her. Hence why she always put him to work in the middle of the week.

Today was a Wednesday - meaning everyone was either too deep into what Monday and Tuesday threw at them to have time for leisure, or can't yet afford leisure until Friday, pay day.

However, there will always be those tired, overworked and somewhat capable people who will splurge a bit more during Hump Day just so they can get to Friday with the ability to survive into the weekend.

One of those many capable but tired and in need people was Ean, a stallion whom Sofia booked to be Cal's noon client while she herself finished the...

"Oh be still my Ursine heart..." she muttered as she finished inputting the information for the stallion's booking, her eyes glued to the handsome face that accompanied the provided electronic ID.

She totally was not going to tell Cal.

At all.

~o~

One final room and one final box and Cal would be finished restocking the massage rooms with their essential oils, creams and other assorted smelly stuff.

'Glorified lubes.' Was his most common thought of them, though he would never let Sofia hear him say that stuff, out loud, on pain of death. Especially not with how much she spent on the stuff.

The Spa itself was a combination of browns and greens - winding hallways that 'exude the feeling of relaxing in a forest in the middle of a city', if that forest had showers, hot tubs, steam rooms and private massage rooms. It was all very modern however, doors made of that glass that obscured everything, tablets and TVs almost everywhere and that crap neo-relaxing music playing through the ghost speakers everywhere.

It also seemed to always smell like vanilla.

Aside from the good-looking work space and the best products and gadgets though, he wished she splurged a little bit more on the uniforms. Despite the budget, they were your run of the mill nurse type shirt and pants combo in a pastel type green; sure he pulled it off well with his fur color and eyes, but they were so ill fitting that it hardly showed the wiry muscle he used to pound knots into submission or the strong butt he was so proud of. And the front? Well, actually, he had to start wearing a cup to work or work with only clients he could not fathom being physically attracted to, the fabric stretched too much in the front.

At least his tail got some air...

"Ain't that right, Bob?" He told his beloved tail as he used it to slide open the door to what he considered to be His Massage Room.

"Oh! Excuse-" "HOLY SHIT!"

Cal cursed and jumped at the sudden sight and sound of a male inside the room, dropping the box of assorted creams (lubes) to the floor; he hadn't been expecting anyone to be there. Though it would be just like Sofia to book someone into his room without prior warning - it wasn't as if they didn't have more people on staff!

"I'm so sorry, are you all right?"

The deep baritone of the stallion's voice only made Cal's green eyes go wider as he zeroed in on the two baseball-sized balls hanging down from a smooth, velvety dark scrotum. His eyes followed that trail, glancing at the same colored sheath that kept the stallion's modesty mostly shielded from view, then finally looking to the thick bush of straw colored pubes completing the mouth-watering ensemble.

"I...er...um, this...I wasn't..." Cal begged for his brain to turn back on but he couldn't seem to get it to do what he wanted it to, not in the presence of, well, His Type.

The tall, handsome, tan colored horse finished pulling his leg out of his pants and stood in all his - by Cal's very quick account - six foot glory and folded his pants neatly over his arm, as if standing in a private room with a 'could be closed' door, what amounted to a surface you could lay on and a very willing male while half-naked was normal.

Oh wait - it was.

"My apologies sir, my name is Cal, did Sofia book this room for you?" He managed to finally ask in as much a professional tone as he could, heart hammering inside his chest and hoping the amused glint in the beige colored horse's blue-green eyes was not at his expense.

"She did, yes - are you Caleb? She let me know you would be the one taking care of me today due to my need for the day." The stallion replied, extending a thick, long arm towards Cal with a grin. "My name is Ean, I'm a Literary Professor from the University nearby." He introduced himself.

Letting out a breath to calm himself, Cal took the offered hand and shook it, his tail curling into his backside and back again in response to his nerves, his long fingered hand dwarfed by the stallion's much bigger hand.

"Ye-y-ahem-Yes, sir, I'm Caleb, you can call me Cal though. I knew we had someone coming today but she didn't mention she had assigned this person to me." He replied with an amused grin. "I am so getting her back for this later, it would be so like her to book this Adonis and not tell me beforehand...thank fuck for the cup."

His dick didn't appreciate it one bit though, strained as it was inside it.

The stallion nodded in understanding and then bent at the waist, his long, blond mane swishing as he did so, and picked up Cal's errant box of items, one of his thick eyebrows rising at the sight of the many bottles inside.

Cal chuckled.

"You caught me restocking the other rooms, I always leave this one for last." He said in response, taking the box from the male with a slight, insistent tug. "Finish up getting comfortable, okay? I'll make sure we're all ready - if I might ask though, what brings you in today Ean?" Cal asked.

"Ah, you see..." Ean's bashful look did things to Cal's poor heart and he had to force himself to scream internally as the bigger male rubbed his long snout in embarrassment. "...for all that we pride ourselves in our rather graceful nature, I took a tumble recently during my morning walk earlier in the week, and I thought I could walk it off, rest it, take some pills but..."

And there it was, a slight shake of the male's left leg - Cal clicked his tongue.

"Take off the shirt, I'll set the massage chair, then you get comfortable, okay?" He ordered, and it would not be a lie to say he got a thrill from seeing the man comply so easily, watching him unbutton his dress shirt and showing a deliciously fuzzy chest full of golden colored hair.

Cal thought he broke his larynx, he gulped so hard.

And those pecs. And nipples.

There went that shaky left leg again though.

"Come on, you can jerk off to the dude later tonight, help him!"

All the massage rooms in the parlor were spacious but private spaces. A combination of wooden floors, pastel walls and modern furniture that stored spare uniforms, towels and the like with a small tablet connected to the payment and order servers (also doubled as the panic button), as well as racks that were stocked with all myriad of items needed for massaging (which Cal needed to restock here, of course). But the center was reserved for the massage table, of course.

The thing looked straight out of sci-fi - it was white and plush, comfortable but clinical looking - and with the detachable remote on the wall next to the door he could manipulate its height, either by section or just the whole thing; the best part was that he didn't snag his fingers or tails on the joints anymore, not like with the old tables used in classes still.

Cal lowered it and with a nod and a look guided Ean to sit down on the chair, chuckling lightly as the male startled a bit as he raised it off the floor so that his hooves comfortably rested against the floor, then raised his affected leg off the floor, the stallion stretching it out as much as he could.

"Hah! I'm sorry." Cal burst out, amused, covering his smile as the stallion let out a startled snort as the table's back came up - effective going from table to chair just with the press of a few buttons, the stallion sinking back as comfortably as possible, a sigh escaping his thick lips. "Comfy?" He asked.

"Much, thank you Cal." Ean responded with a sigh, letting his head fall back and Cal let out a small puff of air as that thick, strong neck made him want to pepper it with kisses and leave bite marks on it. Good God Cal, Get a Grip.

"All right, you lay there and relax, I'll get myself ready." He told the male who seemed to take his words as permission to simply close his eyes, take a breath and relax.

Cal's green eyes roamed over every inch of golden, creamy colored fur and he had to fight the urge to both curse and sigh - the stallion was so hot. "And those nipples, man...like quarters...focus!"

The chimp shook his head and moved to the counter with the box still in his hands, taking out the bottles and tubs and soaps from out of the box and placing it to the side. He checked the cabinets for the fancy shmancy glass bowl, a few cloths so that he could...wash...the sexy fucking stallion's leg...

"Fuck..." he mumbled to himself, discreetly looking cover his shoulder and shoving his hand down the front of his scrubs, adjusting the cup and potentially giving himself a squeeze or three; did not wipe his hand on a cloth either, nope.

Another shake of his head, another mental coaching and Cal began to put down the lotions he felt would best assist the stallion in the chair - most people were rather vain, so they had things that warmed or cooled but also moisturized or made their fur look and feel glossy - but the male looked to be the practical type, plus short haired, so...

"I see..." Cal jumped at the sudden, smooth rumble of Ean's voice and looked over his shoulder at him, almost dropping the bottle of lotion he had his tail wrapped around due to the heated stare he received. "I did want to ask what those tubes in the ceiling were for...I do believe I know, now." Ean added with a smile, causing the simian to bite his lip but his smile to widen in response.

That was another feature of 'His Room' - it was lower than most ceiling wise with the reason being the two, aptly named monkey bars attached that allowed him to do the things that most others could not do, namely, acrobatics in combination with massage work.

"Man...what I could do from those tubes with a big man like Ean there...the spots I could reach...hoo boy..."

It felt much too hot in the room all of a sudden for call - was it too hot? It felt hot...

"It's quite nice in here actually, you do look a bit warm however - maybe some of that cucumber water that really does not do anything might help?" The stallion asked with a very amused grin.

"Shit,I said that out loud." He thought with a curse, embarrassed as all hell at being caught out.

"I um...do believe I will, Ean, sir, um..." Cal stuttered out, turning back around and pouring himself a generous amount of said crap cucumber water.

"I haven't caught you on a bad day, have I? Or, shall I cover up? I know people new to the city kind of suffer a little culture shock with how liberal we are with nudity." Ean added, seemingly already looking for a towel to cover his low hanging balls and plump sheath from Cal's eyes.

"No! No, no, not at all. I've lived here all my life! Totally used to it. And this job? I've seen some shit, man, so don't worry!" Cal blurted out and then turned back to the counter to finish his water, away from Ean's much too amused face. "All right pal, now or never, let's get this man out of here so you can jerk off on the chair later..."

"Anyway, Ean, let's begin." Cal said after a deep, cleansing breath.

"Yes let's, I do believe I've sufficientlyaired myself out here in this sinfully comfortable chair," the stallion replied, watching as a bowl of steaming, scented water was placed by his non-extended hoof, the simian kneeling between his legs and looking over his raised leg with a critical eye. "I might return just to sit in it."

"And drink some of the ineffective but refreshing cucumber water?" Cal asked with a light smirk, his hands now squeezing and roaming the thick calf, knee and thigh of the injured leg of the stallion, digging his long digits into the flex and feeling the tense muscle within. "What did you fall on exactly? Concrete?"

"Yes - to both." Ean chuckled. "It's...a tad embarrassing to admit but, a car backfiring startled me rather harshly..." The stallion could not help the embarrassed huff and snort that left him as Cal laughed, a quick but free sound that he coughed away which caused the male to grin.

"Easily spooked - I'll keep that in mind." Cal added as he dug into a particular spot that caused Ean to hiss and groan in slight pain. "Let me know if it gets too bad."

"Will do." Ean replied with a sigh, one that soon soothed him as he felt the warm water and soft cloth start to rub down his calf and stop on and at his knee area. Over and over Cal pressed the cloth and his hands to the area, causing his tail to flick about over the open back of the chair, his shoulders sagging in relief. "Oh, I...I really should have done this sooner..." he breathed out.

"Never had anyone get all close and personal with your leg here, 'fessor?" Cal asked with what Ean could tell was a grin, and he chuckled.

"Not like this I can assure yo-Oh!" He groaned, a particular deep dig on his thigh causing him to stomp his free hoof into the wooden floor and his body to arch off the chair a little, his balls slapping the edge of the chair as he did so.

"S-Sorry, uh..." Cal could feel his face heat up, having jumped away as that stomp seemed to want to dent the floor with how hard it crushed down into it; the sound Ean had made was close enough to lewd that he expected the whole building to come running to see what had happened.

For his part, the stallion only looked a little bit flushed. Just a bit.

"My apologies, I...uh..." he cleared his throat. "I was not expecting that." He coughed.

Cal could only chuckle - and fight the urge to adjust himself yet again.

"_This fucking cup is killing me!"_He thought, helping Ean move his free leg up on the chair and just allowing him to lay back as much as possible while keeping his torso upright.

Fuck, that's not helping.

"A...bit exposed this, isn't it?" The stallion asked, a bit breathless still.

And he wasn't wrong...the legs were spread in a v-shape, giving Cal full view of those low, velvety balls, and if maneuveredin a certain way, the chimp could easily get into the stallion's backside - the words 'pink rosebud' blared in his mind - and the male simply stared back with that amused, heated stare of his that did things to Cal; as if he knew what he did to him and reveledin it.

"...you want that towel?" Cal asked halfheartedly, handing the male some of the cold, cucumber water to drink while he resumed his massage of the stallion's leg.

For a while they simply let the other be - Ean listened to the generic yet soothing music droning from the speakers of the room, grunting and huffing and sighing when the feeling struck while Cal attempted to keep himself professional as he kept massaging such a thick specimen of a leg, once even running his digits over the hard, shiny hoof itself and watching as Ean shuddered at the feel of his digits on it.

His eyes always zeroed back on to that glorious sheath though.

"How are you feeling?" Cal asked, breaking the sleepy lull Ean was feeling - his blue green eyes found him and the simian couldn't help but gulp at them, digging his digits into the smooth, muscled calf again and up towards the knee and thigh once more.

"Much better...I do believe the rest of me feels a little bit jealous however, so much attention to one part of me, I should have injured myself a bit more." Ean replied, placing one of his arms behind his head and giving a wink - causing Cal to laugh rather abruptly, his hands digging into his thigh rather deliciously, in his mind.

"Please don't, I'll probably run out of stuff to use on you, shit's expensive." He managed to reply after getting snickers under control, soaking the cloth once more and running it over the stallion's left leg once more...and promptly feeling the heat and softness of his balls on the back of his own hand.

He hoped the squeak he let out was internal.

"I'll bring my own lotion then, make sure you don't run out." Ean replied, sitting up a tad more and hoping he didn't imagine the touch against his sack, his sheath twitching and swelling lightly at the contact; it'd been hard to keep himself steady the whole time, the young chimp was very handsome, not to mention expressive. So charmingly easy to read.

"And what are the chances you'll get me again, eh? My rates go up quite a bit for private sessions." Cal replied, finding the tight knot from before and giving it a thorough dig and pass with his thumbs, grinning as he took some of the wind from Ean's sails as he did so, watching that thick column of a golden neck be exposed again as the male groaned and threw his head back.

"Fuck...who's exactly winning here?"

"Hah, well...I'll have to dip into my savings then," Ean panted out, sitting himself up again. "Worth it to have such nimble fingers on my poor, easily startled self." Cal's hands stuttered at the edge of Ean's leg again and he very much slapped the back of his hand against the male's balls, causing them to jiggle.

Cal didn't breathe.

Didn't move.

Stared at the leg in front of him.

"Ow." Ean said.

Cal snorted.

Ean huffed.

The laughter broke them both - Cal laughing loud and long while Ean's deep laugh boomed inside the room.

"Holy shit, I'm going to get fucking fired." Cal gasped out, gripping the stallion's leg with one hand while the other held his stomach. Bent as he was, he could get a good whiff of that set ofstallion-hoodin front of him; it was dizzying.

"Nonsense, the way Miss Sofia told it, you're one of her best men here." Ean replied, a grin stretching through his long snout. "And even if she did, I'm sure we could set something up - even as a Professor, I do have some needs you could help with." He added.

"I...uh...Ean, er...I'm flattered, but..." Cal stammered and jumped a little as the stallion put both of his legs on the floor, seemingly testing and tensing his left leg before gently tugging the simian closer by the front of his pants.

His cup-covered crotch bumping into that warm, wet sheath.

"Ohshit." Cal squeaked, looking at the other's long snout.

Ean frowned.

"Now what..." The older male said, sitting up more and rubbing himself into Cal's front and feeling a peculiar hardness there, and by God if Cal wished he could.

"Ohfuckingshit." He squeaked again.

The stallion pushed his much bigger hand into the front of Cal's pants and the chimp had to bite down a moan, feeling himself be fully cupped by the other male who easily slid his cup out of his briefs and pants, his wet cock making a rather marked appearance as it made for a rather pointed and lewd, well, pointer.

"A cup?" Ean asked, staring at the smooth, white, oval shaped object. "How smart of you, I gather this became necessary at some point?" He asked, curious to a fault as he stared at it."I suppose, sweet guy like you, would react rather well to some people..."

"thiscan'tbehappenin-aydiosmio..." Cal flushed even harder, eyes wide yet pupils blown as he watched Ean sniff and lick the inside of his cup, the object was slick with his pre cum and the stallion just licked it up like it was an oyster shell full of slippery food.

He gulped.

"Estó no está pasando, pero quién coños es este tipo..." Cal speed-mumbled in Spanish, a nervous tick of his for when he was utterly overwhelmed, his hands gripping the stallion's wrist, the wrist of the hand that was cupping one of his cheeks, from the inside of his pants.

Ean simply looked more fascinated and amused by the second.

"Not bad." He added.

Cal wheezed.

"Now..." with a pull of his mighty hand, Ean pushed his wet and warm sheath against the front of Cal's covered but uncovered crotch area, watching as the simian tensed yet pushed himself into him, letting his own thick digits dig into the soft, plump flesh of the bottom he felt. "I would very much like to see you outside of this, you have access to my contact information, yes?" The stallion asked.

As gone as Cal was, staring straight into those blue-green eyes, he managed a nod - his mind supplying varying degrees of 'oh my god' a mile a minute.

"I'd like to take you out for dinner, what do you say?" The stallion asked, watching and chuckling as that mouth made an 'o' shape of surprise. "Tomorrow?"

"Y-Y...uh...I...qu _é__ carajo, c ó mo carajo, o sea...Sí sí..._I mean, sure...I..." Cal babbled, shutting up when he felt those thick lips press against his own, his tail joining in the squeezing of the stallion's right as he felt his body go slack, pressing his own lips back against his.

"My apologies for running, I do feel much better now I admit, but I should go know lest I do something you might hate me for...it would not do for me to jeopardizeyour job on a whim after all." The stallion added before standing up, Cal taking a step back and staring straight into the golden, fuzzy chest of the male.

"I...Ean, um...are...what the fuck!?" He finally settled on, taking steps back to allow the stallion to move, watching the male hide - and show his perfectly sculptedass as he bent over to slide his legs into his pants - his body with his clothing.

"Tomorrow, at dinner, yes?" The man simply said with that easy grin of his, placing a piece of cloth over Cal's shoulder, then gripping his free shoulder with the other. "I really needed this my friend, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow?" He said.

Cal couldn't help but nod, feeling like he totally missed the train - twice over.

"I'll leave Miss Sofia my payment and a satisfactory note. I hope to see you tomorrow, Cal - and I'll definitely return to see more of your skills..." the stallion added, looking up at the bars above the chair then back down at Cal.

He nuzzled the chimp's cheek rather affectionately before taking his leave, and Cal didn't miss how the stallion stuffed his cup in the back pocket of the impossibly tight jeans.

"...what...what just happened...?" Cal squeaked out, grabbing the object from his shoulder and looking at it. "Oh...oh..." he breathed out. It wasa white vest top. "Ean's white vest top. His really big vest top. That he probably wore under his shirt."

Acting quickly, Cal found the small lock for the door that was hidden on a corner of the contraption (no locks made it so that...stuff wouldn't happen, but security wise they still had them) and the simian fell into the massage chair with abandon, pants and underwear to his ankles, one foot wrapped around his aching dick while he buried his face in the vest top.

It was an embarrassingly short - but powerful - afternoon.