Pleasure Doing Business

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A stressed businessman decides to start his weekend off with a well earned massage...


Makoto Kimura was a very busy man.

He's been that way his whole life. Working on his grandfather's farm instilled a great work ethic in him, almost to a fault.

He walked out of the Tokyo Stock Exchange building with gusto in his step. Regularly he'd take the train over to his apartment, changing into more casual wear so he can begin the weekend in earnest. But the excessive work he'd done this week had left his body with several concerning aches. He decided a visit to a masseur was in order.

The black-suited tanuki, tall and broad in stature, towered over most other Tokyoites. At 6'4, the grey furred canine easily peered over the crowd of pedestrians around him. You'd think Makoto was an athlete of some kind; he definitely could've been with his figure and size.

But outside of his physique and a healthy workout routine, he was just a regular old businessman. That's all he really wanted, once he learned stocks was something he's actually good at. Hell, he was great at it, considering the apartment he was able to move too a year ago, in a lovely neighborhood in Ebisu; conveniently close to his destination.

Amidst the urban life of the bustling Roppongi district, the suited tanuki entered one of the many massage places in the area.

It was an elegant waiting room, with a dark and gold color scheme he actually found quite charming. He hadn't waited long before the receptionist called his name. Though upon walking to the front counter, the tanuki was rather surprised.

He leaned down to the receptionist typing on her computer.

"Pardon me, miss. I'd be more comfortable with a woman masseuse" the tanuki spoke politely.

"I'm sorry sir, there won't be one available for half an hour. Would you like to wait?"

The gentleman considered his time too valuable for what was surely a small inconvenience.

"Nevermind, I'd rather not wait" he replied, looking over to the rather short masseur in front of him.

Wearing a black polo and khaki pants, the red panda couldn't have been older than his mid-twenties. Making eye contact requires the tanuki look lower than he was already used too; no bigger than 5'3, he assumed. His fur pattern was typical for a red panda, though he had on him more red than white. Though he was of small stature, the masseur had a well developed, stocky build. And begrudgingly, a deeply hidden part of himself had to acknowledge how handsome the young man was.

But the tanuki ignored those thoughts. The two bowed to one another, and the masseur guided Makoto down the rather decorative hallway. He stopped at one of many doors, opening it to an elegant massage room.

Candles adorned a wooden desk to the wall, surrounding a statue of Buddha. The room had a bright color scheme, creamy white and matcha green, and a coconut scent filled the air.

The tanuki took a deep breath in, allowing the peaceful ambiance to wash away his stress. He could swear he felt himself getting lighter.

"I'll allow you to change, sir..." The red panda placed a matcha-colored towel on the massage table in the center of the room, bowing to the taller canine before exiting the room. On the outside, the red panda looked around, trying to calm his heart rate.

His...inclination, to the same gender had never been an issue before today. It wasn't often that a customer was so visually striking, not to mention the man's size...

He pictured the suited gentleman could lift him up his shoulders like a barrel. Maybe even one handed. The masseur smiled, until feeling a familiar stirring in his lower region, which wiped the smile immediately.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of such lewd thoughts. He was a professional, at work no less, this simply wasn't the time or place.

The red panda knocked on the door, and when granted entry saw Makoto, covered in nothing but a towel, back faced up on the massage table. An incredibly well sculpted back, with smoothly defined muscle trailing down his upper torso to his arms. And a shapely rear with a big bushy tail above it.

Helpless as his blood rushed south, the masseur spread oil on his paws. "Which areas should we work on, Mr. Kimura?"

"My back and lower shoulders. And all the other areas an office chair messes up" the tanuki replied with a chuckle. "Oh, how should I refer to you?"

"Tai, if you wish."

After a few moments, the red panda called out "Let me know if anything is uncomfortable..."

Slick paws made contact with the muscled shoulders, and Makoto felt goosebumps trace along his whole body. Tai felt almost cocky, running his fingers along just the right spots, hearing the tanuki stifling moan after moan.

The red panda remembered a past field trip to the west, notably the museums with white, marble statues of buff naked men. After years of wondering what touching such a musculature would feel like, he had finally gotten his answer nearly a decade later. And despite him being at work, Tai had to admit to himself that it felt very fucking good.

Alas, these feelings were kept within as his paws made their way down Makoto's torso, to his lower back.

"Mmph..." The tanuki choked out. There was a brief silence between the two before the red panda pressed into the area again.

Makoto gasped at the electric sensation. "You're quite sensitive here, sir. And very tight..." Tai pressed into the area more, eliciting a moan with each press. Makoto couldn't help it, his lower back urgently needing this tender rubdown. He began to let himself groan and gasp as the masseur continued.

"Tai, you're doing an excellent job..." He acknowledged, making the panda's heart beat skyrocket. "You're too kind, sir."

"Please, call me Makoto" the tanuki said, surprising himself with how casual he was becoming. "I really needed this..."

"Yes, you did...a-as in, you're muscles seemed very stiff."

"They were. And you've been a huge help..." The tanuki groaned, satisfied already with the experience.

"Alright Makoto, shall we begin on your front?" said the masseur.

Taken out of a daydream, Makoto didn't hesitate as he rolled himself over, laying on his back. He closed his eyes, embracing the moment as the paws began working along his pecs and stomach, kneading them back to life after the sixty hours they had spent hunched over a decade-old computer.

Everything was going perfectly at this point. But something happened, or began to happen. And it replaced all the relaxation he had built thus far, leaving anxiety in its wake.

Makoto noticed Tai glancing downward. The tanuki couldn't help blushing, staring daggers at the ceiling tiles.

"It's a normal reaction. Nothing to be ashamed of..." The red panda spoke gently, sneaking glances at the now fully tented towel.

The tanuki wanted the world to swallow him at that moment. "I deeply apologize..."

"No need, Makoto. I'm happy to know I'm doing a good job..." The panda replied, glancing once more at the protruding bulge.

The tanuki watched the young man's face, which for a split second had been locked onto his predicament. And every few seconds he'd glance again. Just knowing he had the red panda's attention made his erection fill even more, visually throbbing beneath the green towel.

And still, the red panda didn't ignore the sight or grimace...he just kept looking, each glance longer than the last.

"It's been quite a while..." The tanuki said, glancing at Tai, who now actively stared at his tent. "For a man such as yourself? I couldn't believe it..."

"Oh, it's to be believed...three weeks, to be exact..."

The red panda's eyes shot up like saucers. "That long? You must be going mad..." Tai replied in shock. The two caught one another's gaze. The two felt a strange sense of familiarity in that moment.

Without breaking eye contact, Tai used his wrist to jostle the tent around, and Makoto gasped. He did this a few more times, watching the tent sway back and forth before grabbing onto it in earnest.

Looking into the red panda's lovely green eyes, the tanuki began groaning in pleasure, fulfilling a desire that had been repeatedly pushed down for years. The panda's own erection was pushing tightly against his zipper, begging to be freed from the tight slacks. A shaky hand reached for the knot of Makoto's towel...

And a loud bang on the door made their souls exit their bodies. "Tai, make sure to send the monthly report to Takashi before closing!"

"Will do!" The panda yelled back, fuming at such a rude interruption. Besides his own situation, such a loud knock in the middle of a massage is improper, and he'll be sure to address it with the staff on Monday. Though at the moment, he had far more pressing matters to attend too, considering the towel was just as tented as before. "Please..." Makoto asked, beginning to pant in arousal. Tai nodded, his paw undid the towel, letting it fall to the floor as he turned around to confirm the door was locked.

Upon looking back, he was greeted with a dark cock pointing to the ceiling, throbbing as pre pooled at the head. Tai pulled the skin up and down, reveling in the sound of wet flesh and deep moaning. The red panda bit his lip, drawing his nose closer to the oozing tip. Makoto felt him sniff along the head of his cock, before feeling a tongue drag against it.

"Ah!" The tanuki groaned as the panda descended on his shaft, taking inch by inch into his mouth before pulling back up. The panda savored each pass on the delicious meat, letting the foreskin push against his tongue with each bobbing motion.

"Oh God, you feel incredible..." Makoto spoke through the pleasure, reaching down to scratch one of Tai's ears. "I thought I'd never do this..."

Tai agreed with that sentiment, only ever seeing this stuff on VHS tapes. Doing it in real life was almost surreal to him. Regardless he let himself enjoy the sensations in his muzzle, the salty, tangy flavors of the tanuki coating his tongue and cheeks.

After a while, the red panda pulled up until just the tip was in his mouth. He began jerking off the rock-hard member, tonguing the opening slit.

Gripping the massage table, the tanuki could only watch as a delightful pressure began rapidly growing in him.

"Tai, I can't hold it much longer..." He desperately called out to the red panda, who was content on ignoring him. Instead he began stroking the cock even faster, letting his tongue thrash along the tip.

"Please sir, do it in my mouth...I've always wanted to taste it..." He spoke along the shaft, eyes shut as he waited for the finale.

Makoto's legs began to shake, his hips instinctually thrusting into the red panda as the masseur got what he wanted.

With a shuddering moan, the tanuki reached his peak in the red panda's muzzle. Each moan from the older man made Tai's bulge throb, as salty lines of cum began coating his tongue, his throat. There was so much to swallow, and the flavor was intoxicating. Tai placed his paws on the tanuki's stomach, using just his mouth to slobber on the shooting, pulsating meat.

Several moments later Makoto was panting for air, overwhelmed at this new sensation. "C-come here, Tai..."

The panda walked toward the front of the table, the tanuki's mouth now aligned with his own tented khakis.

"May I? Please...I've always wanted to try something like this..." The man asked, unbuckling the red panda's belt.

Tai gulped in anticipation, and nodded. The tanuki pulled the zipper down, and hooked the underwear beneath his very full balls.

At just a little under six inches, the panda's dick looked immaculate. Not too threatening, and it's smell...Tai shuddered at the heavy breaths coming from Makoto's snout, relishing the smell of his clean body, with only a hint of pre and sweat.

He gave a wide lick along the entire shaft. Then another, and another. Tai couldn't hold back as he began to softly moan. Unlike the tanuki's baritone groaning, the red panda had light, airy moans ringing out of his adorable face, and it made Makoto's cock throb despite it's recent satisfaction.

He aligned the cock in his mouth and pushed down, feeling the panda grasp his ears. Thanks to his snout and its comfortable size, Makoto had no issues taking him to the hilt, letting his nose press against the fur of his groin, taking deep breaths.

The red panda jumped slightly when he felt a cold hand reach into his pants, grasping his hindquarters. Makoto kneaded the bubbly rear, urging the masseur to thrust in his mouth. And that's exactly what he did, humping into the hot cavern.

The panda squeaked. He looked down at the hot scene, rubbing the tanuki's ears as his shaft kept disappearing in the black muzzle.

"Oh God sir, I'm almost there..."

"Mmmmph..." The tanuki growled in encouragement, and just a few seconds later the panda began to cum. It was surprisingly sweet, almost like honey or maple syrup. The panda shivered where he stood, whining and moaning, meanwhile the tanuki had no qualms gulping his first ever load...

Half an hour later, and Tai was leading the now fully dressed Makoto to the front lobby.

"Did you enjoy your massage, Mr. Kimura?" The receptionist asked.

"Incredibly" he replied. The tanuki was glowing, the aches in his body all but gone.

"Good to hear, sir. You have a good weekend!" She replied. Tai himself bowed to the man, and was surprised to see a hand stretch out to him, holding a card.

"Ramen or Sashimi?" Makoto asked as Tai plucked the card from him. It seemed to be a professional business card, with Mr. Kimura's name and number.

Tai tried to hide his blush. "I prefer Ramen, myself."

"My back hasn't felt this good in years. Allow me to treat you sometime this weekend, it's the least I can do..." The tanuki spoke in a deep, husky voice.

The red panda was about to reply 'there's no need', like an idiot, but he thankfully caught himself.

"I think I'd enjoy that, sir..."

With that, the two bowed and the tanuki made his leave. Opening the front entrance, he turned once more to the red panda, giving him his warmest smile as he walked out the door.