The Architect's Image
Architect's Image
'Image is everything... If you ever want to get anywhere, you have to dress right, act respectful, and do you're job. Promote a positive image... Especially on your first meeting... Shake paws, say Sir or Ma'am. Smile, be professional... And mature.' I'd like to say that I came up with that all by myself; but it was my father who told me that little bit of information.
During one of his 'get your head on straight' speeches over the phone maybe seven years ago. I don't remember the exact date, only that it was my freshman year in high school. I've never been good with time. But I do remember how it affected me. That whole speech. Half of which I've forgotten... But it gave me the push I needed. Hell, If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am now. Working as an intern for Georgie D'faus. One of the best and most respected architects in the world.
He's a man with image. Old. Intelligent. Creative. Respectful... Amazing dresser. Yes that does help. And I'm an intern for him.
"Mhm... Harvey. A little more tongue please." Before I continue. This isn't Georgie. While I would love to say it is, it isn't. Besides, anyone older than me by nearly fifty years is definitely too old.
This guy is Lenny. He's a cute leopard, a bit pudgy in the middle, but sweet and smart. So far. I've only met him twice.
I curl my tongue around Lenny's dick and cradle it as I pull back, keeping my muzzle open so he can watch. I can feel his spurs drag across my tongue. His eyes flutter and he sighs. His hips jerk forwards and causes the bed he's sitting on to shake and squeak.
My father used to tell me never to have sex before the third date. Because by the third date, it shows commitment... I guess this could be considered our second date... if you could ever call our first meeting a date. He tugs my ear with a paw and leans back.
'The first date means she's looking for a one night stand. The second date means she's a whore.' I chuckle as my father's words parade around in my head. Lenny opens his eyes and looks inquisitively at me. I clamp my muzzle down, suck and move my head back to his base, keeping my tongue curled around his dick and rubbing his sensitive dick hairs as I go. It stops any question he could have been in the process of asking and returns him to his blissful state. I reach a paw up and massage his balls, gently rolling them around like chinese medicine balls.
'It's not gay if you're the one taking. Only receiving.' yet another of his sayings.
He was inspirational most of the time, but sometimes he did the opposite. But I've never figured out if he meant receiving pleasure, like being top, or giving the pleasure as in being bottom... Like giving the blow job versus receiving one. Being Dominant versus Submissive as if the sub never gets any pleasure. I guess it's just our image. It's not like it would matter anyways. I've done both receive and take, and loved it all.
"I'm close." Larry purrs, his hips thrusting forwards slightly, sliding his dick forwards into my muzzle. I hadn't been expecting that and gag slightly before I get my throat to relax. He's longer than I'm used to, and I've been out of the social scene for a while, but not so long that I can't get my muzzle buried into his crotch if I wanted to.
I slide my paws up the insides of his thighs and around, pulling my muzzle father onto his cock just to reinforce the thought. His scent is powerful and not to stereotype, but I think it's because he's one of those 'techie' types... Compared to the 'higher' class people I've been with since starting the internship...
I remember the techs from high school. Thin, intelligent, hilarious, and helpful... But they never cared to much for hygiene... Mainly meaning showers. They preferred to play video games and learn computer programming rather than wash themselves. Which was fine, but it put me off them as far as dating or even just playing went. Not that many were gay...
Larry, luckily enough doesn't smell as powerful as the techies from my past. His dick doesn't taste pungent either. He definitely washes it regularly. My ear twitches as he groans and I feel the first wave of warm cum hit my tongue. Then another. I start judging whether I like how he tastes or not. He's a little more... Acidic... than most, but I'll just tell myself that's because he drinks nothing but soda and energy drinks. But, it's not to bad really. Another splash hits my tongue, this one noticeably smaller, and I swallow, pulling back to just his tip and suckling gently, toying with his tip with my tongue.
"Oh gods." Larry gasps, trying to bury himself into my muzzle as he continues to ride out his orgasm. I run my tongue across his sensitive hairs, enjoying making him squirm even more.
Finally, once I'm sure he's done, I release his dick and stand up, giving him a warm smile. "Thanks for that." He purrs, standing and stepping forwards. He kisses me and wraps his arms around my waist.
'Remember to always be yourself. Unless I wouldn't agree with it.' It's hard to stay in the mood when your father's words of 'wisdom' keep popping up. Especially when they're so negative. But this one has given me trouble in the past... And present. How can I be myself if I have to maintain an image? And while I know he has to be joking, it hurts to think that I could disappoint him. He has never realized how much of an influence he was... Is... on me.
And... while Georgie may be a good architect, but he doesn't care for gays... Neither does my family for that matter. Despite how often they joked around about it.
And I've been 'straight' around them for so long, it is my image. Georgie however... Not so long... But I can't risk the internship. So he'll stay out of the know. Besides. A few more years, and I'll be free. I won'y have to rely on them anymore. One of Larry's paws reaches down and gropes at my dick, trying to coax life back into it after my tangent.
I hope he doesn't think it's because of him.
Larry pushes his tongue against my muzzle. I open up and pull the appendage in playfully with my lips, returning his hug. His other paw drifts down my back and onto my rear, and I use the excuse of what's happening now to shove all other thoughts away. He squeezes enough to press his claws against my pants and prick me lightly through them, eliciting a yip from my muzzle.
"You're good at sucking cock..." He pulls away, his voice heavy with arousal. I smile at the compliment, and while I've never gone for 'dirty' talk, I do appreciate it.
"Do you have lube?" I question, grinding my bound erection against his other paw, trapping it between me dick and his thigh. I hadn't undressed yet, having been to busy too bother with it earlier. Despite the question, I step back and start undoing my pants and worm out of them.
"No. But you can make do. I'm sure." It seems like I'll be doing this the old fashioned way. He turns around and places his hands on the bed, arching his tail up in welcome. I grab hold of his hip and lean down.
The first lick is the deciding factor. It's probably the cleanest spot on him. I don't mean to sound rude, but hey, he definitely doesn't shower everyday. It still tastes like concentrated 'larry' but it's not like some of the other tail holes I've serviced, where I've actually gagged. I didn't finish the job in those cases though...
And speaking of jobs... Georgie was commissioned to design two buildings adjacent to one-another, along with a bridge connecting the two from the fortieth floor. And being the mouse that he is. He can't decide on a style of bridge. This has been holding him up for a few months now. And he's gotten desperate enough to ask me to him give any ideas I may have for the project. The only requirements being that it has to be original. He hates repeats.
I pull back from Larry's hole and position my cock at his entrance. I press against it slowly, spreading him wide and enjoying the feel of ending my dry spell. This was the first time I've had since arriving (around four months ago) to actually relieve myself in a manner that did not involve my paw.
"Harder Harvey." Larry moans, pressing back and shoving half of my dick into him at once. It's nice to see he's enjoying himself. "Mhhm..." I shove the rest of the way in, hilting up to my knot, then pulling out to my tip. I grunt with him as I push back in, starting a fast pace. It feels so good.
'Do not be afraid to use any type of inspiration you are to be finding. Even if it is coming from unexpected places... We are artists, and as such, must find beauty in everything. No matter what.' Georgie's words pop into my head. Him and my father would get along. I think.
My knot presses halfway into his ass, then I pull back out. I'm close. I lean over Larry's back and start thrusting harder while I move a paw down to tease at his re-hardened member. With each thrust, my knot passes farther and farther into him.
I could suggest a bridge based off of my cock... I'd have to do some sketches first, but a basic outline would be simple. Two half spheres on either side of the bridge, merging with the buildings, and have the bridge itself be cylindrical, with a light pink tint to the glass... No... Maybe black. It's something to go off of at least.
My knot passes through and into his ass, locking me to him. The sudden pressure pushes me over the edge and I cum, spraying myself into him.
We collapse onto the bed, and I roll us onto our sides. he's still hard, so I content myself with getting him off again while my knot deflates. I have to get drawing drafts soon. My mind is already working, calculating simple dimensions, like length, width, height... The buildings are still square though... So, swap the bulbs out for squares, leading into a cylindrical walkway...
"Thanks Harvey. Hope you enjoyed it." Larry purrs, reaching around and scratching my head. I'm faintly aware of him now, and as much as I want to be gone and working, I can't make him think I'm not satisfied with him.
"It was... inspirational..." I smile, nibbling on his neck. The chances that the idea would be accepted were small, but still... If I could say I designed that bridge...