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A sharp rap at the door put an end to my waiting. The plumber was here. I rolled my shoulders as I went to let him in, there was a lot I wanted to get done today and waiting on a tradesman wasn't one of them.

I'd been splitting hairs over an assignment all day, this weekend was my only opportunity to get it finished but waiting made me restless. Not to mention the heat, I'd hardly made any progress. It was past midmorning and I was sweltering and sweaty. For a skinny otter in a student apartment with no AC, it was torturous.

I threw on a fresh shirt. It sat uncomfortably against my sweat-dampened fur as I let the plumber in. Despite the blast of heat from outside, I froze.

The plumber was a tall, burly fox who looked to be in his forties. He stood more than a full head's height over me and his arms were thicker than my neck. He was dressed in a pair of sleeveless overalls which bore the marks of lengthy use. I might've raised an eyebrow at the copper fur of his bare arms were it not the hottest, driest day in the middle of summer.

"G'day." He nodded to me, a thick accent to his voice. "Here to fix that pipe."

It took me a moment to find my voice. "Hey, um, thanks. Come this way." Did I sound awkward? Maybe I'd forced myself to sound too pleasant. "Sorry it's quite hot in here, no AC." Temperatures were pushing forty-two celsius and likely to track higher throughout the day. I felt my sweat creeping into my shirt. Judging by the slight twist in the air as he walked in, he'd been feeling the heat just as much as me. I sniffed at the air again just to confirm.

His scent was sharper than I expected, it clawed at my nose. "Where is it?" His voice startled me, like I was awakening from a trance. Awkwardly I realised we'd been standing there staring at each other for a drawn out moment.

Or rather, I was staring at him. I tossed my head and had to stop myself from bolting to the kitchen. My ears drooped as my cheeks burned. It was easy enough to admit he was attractive, but his scent was poking at the funny parts of my brain.

I waddled to the sink and opened the cabinet under it. I was aware of his gaze roving curiously around my living space. I hoped he didn't judge me for the clutter. I blinked. I'd never cared before what a tradie thought of how I lived, but this time I didn't want to feel embarrassed. Why?

"Can I take a look?" His hand brushed my arm. I stiffened, lost in thought again. He crowded me into my narrow kitchen, the U-bend of the counter made it awkward to give him space. In such close quarters the smell of his body was undeniably striking. I shuffled to the side. He tried the tap. Water gurgled for a moment before it spat out haphazardly.

"It does that," I mumbled, embarrassed.

He seemed unbothered by it as he dipped his finger into the stream and snorted. "It's so warm, how long's it take to run cool on a stinking hot day?"

I shrugged. "A while. But you're here for the leak, not that."

"True enough." He grunted as he got on his knees to look under the sink. Water dribbled down the vertical section of pipe where a crack had formed. I had placed a fresh towel down there earlier, hoping to stop it spreading.

I leant forward to look in on what exactly he was doing, though I was perhaps a bit close. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating towards me. I sniffed and thought nothing of it. His scent thickened my thoughts. I sniffed again. Audibly, with no awareness of this fact until he tried to stand and clipped my snout with his shoulder. "Oh-"

I stumbled back. "It's alright." I held up my hands cautiously, suddenly my fingers shook. I don't know what possessed me to smell him. I thought I was just breathing but his body emanated such a rich scent, a bit stronger and earthier than I expected. Maybe the residue of a cologne? Or just fox musk. I blinked, my brain slowly processing what exactly it was I was smelling. It was fox musk.

I cut my eyes to the floor as I felt something tighten below my waist. He looked down on me almost quizzically, but said nothing. "I'll go grab my tools and get this sorted." He shot me a grin that felt maybe a little strange.

I didn't question it. "Alright."

I stole a quiet breath of his body as he nudged past me out of the kitchen. I savoured it, smiling to myself. This was a bad habit of mine. I shouldn't do this, I knew it was inappropriate. But, he seemed none the wiser and it was a bit of indulgent pleasure.

In his absence the dank scent from under the sink blotted out the fading notes of his sweat. I blinked and shook my head. Once he was working, I'd go make progress on my assignment. I figured by the time he left I'd have been writing my assignment long enough to deserve a quick wank break.

It was a good plan. It slipped through my fingers the moment I let him back in again. This time I followed him to the kitchen and sat beside him as he started lining up tools and materials.

He grabbed a silver pipe, the shape and weight of it in his thick paw made me do a double take. I had to adjust how I was sitting as a semi started growing in my shorts.

He took a glance at me, uncertainty in his eyes but a grin on his face as he grasped the pipe suspiciously before placing it down. Then he set to work. He didn't speak at first, nor did he seem bothered by my presence.

I lingered close enough to admire his aroma.

When he glanced at me again, it was a subtle thing, then he started to turn to lie down on the floor so he could work on the pipe above his head. He kept his arms raised and the alluring scent of his body crept stronger into the air.

His armpits were lined with clumps of white fur that were speckled with grey spots of perspiration. I stared so blatantly. I thought it would seem like I was watching him work. But he cut another glance to me. And then another, this time coupled with a stretch and a grin.

I told myself it meant nothing.

I don't know what came over me. Every thought I had wrapped solely around the scent of him which clung to the back of my nostrils. I wanted to lay right back down next to him and stick my snout in his armpit and coat myself in his scent. I was so hard it hurt, a ceaseless aching sensation in my crotch as my boner strained against the fabric.

I remained crouched beside him, indulging the smell of his body from a short distance. But my gaze started to drift down his overalls and I had to stop myself from licking my lips.

"Hey," he said the word casually as he wriggled forward out of the sink cabinet.

I jolted and wrenched my head back towards him, anxiety wracked my skull. He would've seen exactly where I was looking, but he was busy loosening the pipe. "Yeah?" I was shocked by how much I had to try to stop myself squeaking.

"Can you grab my phone? It's by the sink."

"Oh." I rose to grab it. There was absolutely no mistaking the tenting of my shorts. My legs were shaking with the thrill of exposure which sent my heart hammering in my chest. I was quick, certain I'd get away with it but as I crouched back down beside him, I saw his eyes shift back from a furtive glance up at me.

I drew a deep breath. Maybe he hadn't seen, maybe it wasn't as obvious as I feared.

"Can you take a pic in here?" He had his arms reached over his head, his armpits fully exposed. The air was heavy with the scent of him.

"Mhm." I stared blankly at his lock screen. A photo of a busty and oh-so-typically-beautiful vixen model holding a frothing can of beer looked back at me. My heart fell twice. Once for the fleeting sense of presumed rejection I felt upon seeing where his interests lie, and then again for the shame I felt at such a realisation.

I opened his camera and leant in to take a photo of the cracked pipe he held between his paws. He'd grasped either end of it, though I wasn't sure why. There was little of note to see, let alone picture. I grabbed two shots of it in any case, taking a measure of time to linger closer to his scent.

"Whew." He sniffed as he reached for his phone. "I stink, sorry. Hot day."

Embarrassment wreathed my cheeks in unholy flame. I chuckled. "It's alright." I hadn't moved as I savoured another breath. "I get it."

"Yeah." His nose wrinkled. "You do."

I almost yelped as I leant away from him a bit. "Sorry." I'd been so absorbed in his scent I hadn't even considered him.

"Can't be helped." He shuffled on his back a little. "Though, I hate working days like today. Most uncomfortable part of the job is the ball sweat."

His words passed over my ears for a moment. And then a second moment as I registered why he might be telling me that. I gasped and forced myself to snicker. "I can imagine."

I had to grit my teeth to make myself watch his face. "You would." He shot me a crass grin as he wriggled a little closer to the cabinet to keep working. I let the comment pass, unsure exactly what it meant. Then slowly, ever so slowly, once I was sure he was busy I drifted my gaze down to his crotch.

I stared for a moment, drawing short breaths. I wanted so desperately to put my muzzle down between his thighs and sample his ball sweat. I couldn't tell if it was real but I grew increasingly certain there was a faint mound in the denim of his overalls where there wasn't before.

My cock throbbed reflexively. I could feel the pre that slicked my tip.

"Hey," he said again. Once more I jolted. He was looking at me. He knew where I was staring. I blanked. The embarrassment was so strong my brain filtered it entirely. I figured that maybe he hadn't really seen. "Can you pass that tub by my hip?"

I nodded, too nervous to speak. I leant across his body to grab it. He wriggled as he tugged at something. His hip brushed the front of my shorts. I exhaled suddenly and jerked back, tub in hand. The contact was... stimulating, shockingly so.

And firm. Undoubtedly firm. But it was his hip that felt it, so maybe... I grappled after the thought as my cheeks warmed once more. It felt impossible to convince myself he didn't know. But now that he knew what was his game?

"So you live alone here?" he asked as he opened the tub.

"Uhuh." I tried to still myself.

"Student?"

"Yeah."

"Nice little bachelor pad, eh?" He sought my eyes and cocked his head. A response fizzled out on my tongue. "Not much of a ladies' man then." He shot me a knowing wink and place the tub aside.

I coughed. "No." For a dreadful moment I thought he'd judged me, but he continued.

"Nothing wrong with that of course." He stretched, almost like he wanted me to look at his pits. I did. "Living straight ain't all that."

"Are you?" I asked, my heart in my throat. Part of me wanted to retreat to my room and wait until he'd left so I could jerk off in peace and put an end to these racing thoughts. In what world did I ever see myself asking that question to a plumber?

"Hah." He shrugged. "Could say I'm curious." He locked gazes with me again. "Could say I'm curious enough to know I'm not satisfied quitting with what I've done."

"Right." I straightened up, unsure what exactly I was negotiating, but something was happening. I think.

"I reckon I just like sex." He said the word so conversationally but I swear it stopped my heart. It jolted my awareness and broke all ambiguity. "Don't really care who it's with," he continued, his brown eyes set firmly on my face. He shot me another wink like that was my cue. Instead my jaw had dropped in both shock and fascination.

That had to be flirtatious, right? Or were we past that point. I blinked. I think we were past that point, maybe. Or maybe I was jumping to stupid conclusions. Better to keep it to inspired chatter.

"I um." I paused far longer than I should've. Was he just a crude tradie? Should I say something more? Embarrassment made my cheeks ache, he was old enough to be my father. I said the one thing I figured might put an end to the illusion. "Haven't had sex before."

The mound in his overalls was no longer so subtle as it reacted to the words I spoke, there was no mistaking it now.

"Yeah?" The word was a question that stamped the moment. "That's surprising."

I balked at the implication. "Is it?"

He only chuckled and adjusted the bulge in his lap. His gaze flicked to me with timing that made me feel he was trying to indicate something. It went entirely over my head. "Maybe you should get a roommate."

"Why's that?" I felt like cardboard. My fingertips buzzed with excitement and my cock ached within my pants but I wasn't sure what to do about it now.

He chuckled again, the sound was intimidating. "Why do you think?"

I bit my lip. "Um, sex?"

"And lots of it." He smiled as if savouring a memory. "Can you try the tap?" The question gave me whiplash. I was jolted back to his purpose for being here and jumped to my feet. I turned the tap. "Such a good boy," he spoke in a low rumble as the water flowed. I froze with my paw on the faucet. "You can stop now, boy." I cut off the water. He was staring at my crotch the entire time I was up, no subtlety as to where he cast his attention.

We stewed in the silence that followed. He'd put something sticky over the crack in the pipe, but water still dripped. He'd have to replace it. I grinned to myself, more time together.

Boy. I was boy to him. I liked that. My cock gave another reflexive throb. He snickered, the sound burned my ears. The timing was too precise to be a coincidence, he'd seen movement in my pants.

My legs were jelly. I dropped to the floor beside him, excitement made me too flustered. He stared at me. It was unnerving. He kept staring, that stupid smile on his face. It felt like he was waiting for something.

"You can do it," he said.

"Hmm?"

"That thing you want to do." Each of his words punched at my heart.

It was just vague enough to give me space to flee this moment.

Instead, I made the conscious choice to lose my mind. I dipped forward, stuck my muzzle under his arm and stole a quick sniff of him directly like it was a normal thing to do. The bridge of my nose brushed his sweat. His musk swirled across my palate and tainted my thoughts with strengthening arousal. I shot back, warmth in my cheeks.

"That all?" He quirked an eyebrow and stretched his legs. My gaze jerked to the bulge at his waist. "You have to smell that too." His words freighted a command I couldn't resist.

I leant forward and sniffed at the air around his legs, trying to keep a safe distance that maybe just looked like I was stretching? I wasn't sure but it was important to me it seemed casual and incidental. Nobody would do this sort of thing, I think.

But here his scent filled my head with his overflowing masculinity. I lingered, drawn to it. Fuck. My cock throbbed as I sunk my head a little lower. A little closer to him. I could hardly breathe. My heart thundered in my chest, I was almost certain I was going to faint. There was something foggier to the scent of his crotch.

My nose brushed the denim of his overalls.

I nearly jolted back away from him. I hadn't meant to get so close, but here his scent was overwhelming. I felt like I had no other option but to sniff. A flood of emotions washed over me. Embarrassment. Arousal. Lust. Shame. Fear. They all flushed through me both hot and cold.

His eyes met mine. I was transfixed, I couldn't move. Couldn't blink. "Sorry." The word dropped breathlessly from my mouth. He peered at me strangely, I was so sure he was going to shout.

"Get your fucking face back down there." The authority in his voice blew past my inhibitions. My forehead smacked the denim covering his belly with an audible thump. He thrust his hips against me, his straining cock jabbed me in the throat. I moaned as I sucked in a rushed breath. My face burned but I couldn't stop. "That's better." He exhaled in relief and gently worked his hips against me.

It could've been seconds. It could've been minutes or hours. My head clouded with the raw smell of his crotch as I cravenly rubbed against him, desperate for more.

His voice broke my trance. "Know what you're doing?" he asked, something warm in the question.

I shook my head, unable to verbalise a response.

He laughed. "Hot." He smiled to himself. "Keep going." His request made the world seem airy and odd. Like the kitchen stretched away, nothing else mattered. I nosed at his crotch, snuffing loudly as I felt out the imprint of his cock. Breath passed through his lips as I ground my face in his scent. "Mmm, fuck. There you go." His voice took on a lurid warmth.

I pressed my nose firm against the outline of his cock and startled as it reflexively twitched against me. He gasped as I really ground my snout into him. "Sorry." I jolted upright. Even such a short distance from his thighs, the air was much less alluring.

He laughed and let a spanner clatter to the tiles of the kitchen. "Don't be so polite." He tucked his legs in as he stood and without another word, unclasped the two buttons of his overalls. It fell with a pat against the tiles.

I blinked. In an instant he was stripped down to his boxers, which tented fiercely towards me. I was so shocked all I could focus on was the heart patterning of the fabric. It felt rude to stare at his bulge. I wrenched my gaze up over his broad chest, his ginger fur gave way to a shaggy underbelly of white which gathered in a messy clump above the waistband of his boxers. I was nervous as the wonder of his body directed my eyes back down to his bulge again.

The air grew thicker with the scent of him. I was salivating. He raised an arm over his head. I blinked at him, his eyes were full of allure. My entire body trembled as I stepped against his side and pressed my snout into his armpit. His fur was damp and his scent was intense. It blasted my senses with an earthy pungency that filled my nostrils with a lurid wooziness. My cock throbbed in my pants as a moan forced itself out of my mouth.

"Fuck you are nasty." His other hand clamped against the back of my head as he smeared my face in his sweat. I relished that sensation, the force he used. The way he talked down to me made me want to disgust him. "Lick it." He spoke the words as a suggestion but my tongue darted out on reflex.

His taste stole my breath. It pickled my tongue with something salty and raw. There was a sour edge to it but the sweat itself clung to my tongue. I tried to pull my head back but for an overwhelming moment he kept me in place. I stepped back, huffing in breath. I could still taste him. It was inescapable, like I'd bottled his essence in my mouth I could feel it spreading across the surface of my tongue. The smell of it rose in the back of my throat, it was utterly intoxicating. Precum wet my underwear as I stood there, stunned.

I licked at my own lips, breathing deep over the lingering taste and aroma that coloured my palate. He wore a grin that sharpened by the instant, I must've blinked because I didn't see him move.

His hands were around my shoulders. His muzzle parted as he dove on me with a forceful kiss. He invaded my mouth and I groaned into his body. My cock throbbed so hard it ached. He growled into my muzzle, I went weak at the sound. I couldn't tell if he was catching me or pushing me down to my knees but I found myself on the floor, staring wide-eyed at his tenting crotch.

"Go on boy." His words reached my ears but I was already moving.

I pressed my snout against his boxers, I could feel the shape of his cock against my muzzle. I sniffed rapidly as I nosed past his cloaked boner and huffed at the musky aroma of his balls. He had not been kidding about the ball sweat. His boxers were damp to the touch. A growl rose in my throat as I anointed myself in his thick scent. Each breath jolted me with new awareness of his body and I longed to rub myself in his fur directly. He didn't stink in an off-putting way, it was intensely edged with his masculinity and it imparted pleasure within me.

I shivered as new parts of my brain lit up for the first time and went haywire with sensory overload. Never before had I imagined I'd ever have the freedom to do this.

I stole a glance up at his face. He looked down on me with a self-satisfied grin, his eyes a little dreamy like he enjoyed it just as much as me.

I paused. He had to enjoy this as much as I did. I pressed my snout into his crotch, my ears flicked as he loosed a low and haggard breath. It thrilled me far more than I could've anticipated. I buried my face in his balls and quivered as I savoured every note in his scent. He was the forest floor the morning after a stormy night, the fading scent of petrichor poisoned by his raw masculine stink. The scent was cloaked so stiffly in the subtle secret things that made me recognise him as a man.

I moaned at the thought of bowing my head and raising my ass, submitting myself to him to take. His balls sat like giant marbles on either side of my snout. His cock twitched against my forehead. And all of this was muted by his underwear.

I'd opened the door to these thoughts and sensations but realising they could intensify further made me yearn for the possibilities. A whimper rushed from me as he nudged me back. His musk fluttered about my head as though distance couldn't diminish it once I'd marked myself in his sweat.

I swayed on my knees, the fur on my body stood on end. Like he could read my mind, his hands drifted to the waistband of his boxers. My pupils dilated, every subtle movement stood out in impeccable detail to me. The hearts on the fabric near his thumbs bulged as he slipped under the edge of the garment. Every muscle in my body tensed, ready to spring forward. By comparison, he stood easy. He knew I'd enjoy it. Every second he delayed proved that to both of us.

He snickered. "Look at you." He straightened his back and thrust his bulge tauntingly towards me. My eyes focused on it, I licked my lips. "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

I blinked twice, it wasn't an idle action and more that I closed my eyes in anticipation and then fluttered them open out of both excitement and hesitation. On the third try I scrunched them shut and opened my mouth wide. I was quivering on the floor before him.

The rustle and fall of fabric sent jolts of electricity through me. And then he took a step forward. I could feel the heat of his body radiating through the air. I sniffed and was rewarded with a warming cascade of sensations through my chest. He already smelled stronger.

"Hold very still," he whispered the words. I felt the warmth of his flesh an instant before it touched me. I gasped. Salty, slippery, even a little sweetness mixed with something almost tangy. The round firmness of his cock felt natural to my tongue as he guided himself slowly into my muzzle. He made a breathy sound and his cock was thick enough to make me stretch my jaws. I shuddered, unable to hold still any longer.

"Open your eyes." The words fell from directly above me. My vision was full of the white fur of his chest. "How's it feel being a cocksucker?"

My only answer was to dip forward and try to take more of him. He stiffened, his cock throbbed and I felt his thick fingers on my head as he ruffled my ears.

"That's right ya fucking slut." His voice took an almost aggressive edge that made me moan, the sound sent embarrassment clanging through me. He only snickered again. I pulled my head back, smacking my tongue. His taste was intoxicating.

My eyes went wide as I stared at his hefty cock. He was bigger than me. He was so much bigger than me. Nine inches at a guess, the broad mushroomed tip of it was divided by a small slit that oozed clear liquid. His balls hung heavy between his muscular thighs, his sack was fluffy with rugged tufts of fur.

I poked out my tongue, curious as I sampled his pre directly. He quirked an eyebrow at that. "Go on then, get familiar with it." His words burned in my ears as I dragged my tongue from base to tip. His shaft was salty with sweat and pre. There was a new flavour to the sweat of his cock. A tanginess which made my body shudder and my lips loose. I suckled eagerly at his tip, slathering his pre across my tongue.

I couldn't help the way my tail wiggled. He chuckled eagerly, one of his hands fell to my head. I started inching down his cock. He'd called me a cocksucker. I could do that. I'd wanted to do that for years. I lunged forward, too excited and gagged before I bottomed out.

I panted under the shadow of his cock.

He made a soft sound, a punch of exhaled air. "That was so fucking hot." His cock glistened as it hung over my head, connected to my lips by threads of spit and pre. Beneath it his furry sack hung low and heavy. I stared. "Fuck yeah." He grinned down on me. "Ball sweat," he added.

I dove forward, my muzzle buried into his sack as I snorted his scent and lapped at the salty traces of his sweat. The underside of his cock rubbed against my brow. I shuddered as I took it all in.

"Aw fuck." He breathed low, his chest twitched each time my tongue lashed against his balls. He shifted forward slightly, I let his balls dangle in my mouth as I cleaned them of all the saltiness of his body.

My nose burned from the inside as his musk climbed my throat. I wanted more than I could get.

The back of his sack was far saltier, the sour edge to his sweat more intense. I leant towards it, curiously snuffing his taint. "What are you-" He exhaled a higher pitched gasp as my tongue brushed the sensitive area behind his sack. He clenched fists as I lapped him again, deep satisfaction coursed through me. I was only chasing the more intensely flavoured patches of his sweat. My head swam with the masculine stink on his body and at every whimper he made, my cock twitched. I could feel the precum soaking my underwear.

I don't think I'd ever been so horny before, so utterly lost in the arousal that burned my thoughts. Pleasure churned through me so strongly my fingertips tingled with numbness and I had to keep my eyes clenched shut. I needed to push limits. I wanted to do something that felt wrong.

I hadn't been fully aware I was nosing along the crack of his ass, licking higher and higher to taste the fullness of his sweaty body. Suddenly my nose brushed the base of his fluffy fox tail.

Awareness of the sounds of his exhilaration came late to me, he'd been getting louder. He'd been moaning and whimpering like I was. My tongue found a new texture. A thin ridge of flesh, all bunched and tight and-

He shouted. "Fuck!" His hand clapped down hard on the back of my head. He forced me harder against himself. My nose grazed his tailbone. "Nasty boy, fucking nasty, nasty boy." He gasped between staggered breaths. I lashed my tongue over his asshole, any inhibitions I had were so distant to the moment I no longer felt fully in my body. My mind floated in some transient space, chased out by the overwhelming glow of pleasure that suffused my physical body.

I was only distantly aware of the iron clamp of his hand against my skull. Of the intense saltiness that scoured my tongue and left a creeping aroma of his sweat rising up my throat.

I heard his wild howling moans as they rose and fell, but I'd lost any certainty over what they meant. His tail quivered atop my head, the muscles of his asscheeks were clenched tight and pressed against either side of my muzzle.

I have no recollection of how long we stayed locked like that. My tongue became abraded by the fur around his hole and still I kept going.

"Stop." He gasped and panted heavily. A new wave of his sweat had filled the crease of his ass and mingled with my spit. He shoved me away from him. When he turned to face me, his cock glistened with so much pre I thought he might've finished already.

"Trying to make me cum early? Fuck, boy." He gave an awkward laugh to disguise how heavily he panted. "Haven't had anyone do that to me before." He heaved in a strained breath. His cock throbbed and another bead of pre glistened at his tip. "Fuck, boy." He repeated the words and shook his head.

An uncertain moment fell between us. He was trying to calm himself, I stood purposeless and unsure what to do without his guidance. I wanted to lick his cock clean. My ears prickled with embarrassment. I wanted to lick his ass and make him scream again. Fuck me, that was the plumber. I was floored by the perversion that rose within me.

It didn't take long for him to speak.

"Get naked." He stared at me with an intense hunger in his eyes. His mouth was slightly open. Urgent fear splashed through me. I don't know why I hadn't considered this. Was I ready to show the entirety of my body off to someone?

"Do I have to?" The words sounded awkward on my tongue.

"Yes." He clutched his cock in a fist. "This is going in your ass."

My eyes bulged. "Oh- oh." I cleared my throat. "Um, sure." I was too stunned to sound eager. He reached for my shirt and pulled it off of me. I raised my hands without a hint of resistance. I stared in awe as he tossed it aside and advanced on me to tug my pants down.

My cheeks flushed as the fabric brushed over my bulging underwear. He pushed my head down and folded my body, in a swift tug he exposed my ass. He smoothed a hand down the broad section of my otter tail to lift it away from my hole and then spread my cheeks. Clearly it hadn't dawned on him this was the most exposed I'd ever been.

"Hot." Was all he said before he licked me. His tongue sent sensations I'd never felt roaring through me. I crumpled in his hold and moaned far louder than I meant to. His tongue writhed against my hole and I couldn't contain myself at all. The minutes we'd just shared with me forced to eat his ass suddenly crashed through the wall of my skull.

This was what I'd given him. It was my turn to thrash and howl and moan desperately, this feeling was too new. Too strong. Too welcome. His tongue was a warm, wet spot of pleasure below my waist as he circled my hole in rapid sweeps that sent my body quivering. The joy of his touch was too intense, it took all I was to focus on drawing in breath.

Suddenly his tongue punched past the tight ring of muscle as he dove into me.

The thundering surge of an orgasm shattered me to fragments. I shot rope halfway across the kitchen. I blinked as I watched it splatter a few steps from me, a yelp echoed in my head. My mind was playing catch up, I was my thundering heart and the ceaseless pleasure he imparted in my body. He still licked me. But his tongue dove into me and uncurled to lash and stretch at me.

"Awh yeah." He growled into me. "Shoot boy. Jerk it."

I didn't have the strength to move my arms, it took all I had to ride out the thrumming rush of pleasure that drove through me. My cock throbbed with enough force to lift it as a second spurt hit the tiles.

His hand pushed down so hard on my head I thought I was about to fall. I couldn't keep my legs straight. I tipped over and tried to curl into a ball. He held me by the hips, his grip rough and uncompromising as he growled into my ass. His tongue moved in rapid thrusts that forced my eyes shut. I tumbled over, held up by my waist.

My face landed against his cock.

My jaws stretched to welcome him all warm and slippery into me. My shoulders bunched under me, the back of my head rested almost painfully against the tiles but he held me too tightly to move. I moaned into his lap and started working on swallowing him.

All the blood rushed to my head as he held me dangling, but the loss of control. The loss of the certain sensation of standing on solid ground only made me more eager to submit my entire body to him. He'd claimed it. As if to prove it, his thrashing tongue pressed deeper into me.

I felt myself stretch and gave a heady groan.

It was too much, but I couldn't think ahead. If his tongue was too much then his cock would be excessive. He lapped at my ass without caution, then stood me back on my feet with no word or instruction. As I lifted my head, he dunked it back down and kept me bent over. I obliged and raised my ass to him. Every slow panting breath he made produced a rumble that could've been a growl. From between my thighs I stared up at his face.

He was fixated. He wore an expression so intensely focused on my ass I wouldn't have recognised him as the same fox who entered my home. The corner of his lips were curled, the fur of his face bunched at the top of his nose like he snarled.

His claws clacked against the tile as he took up position behind me.

My entire body quivered as his tip teased my hole. His cock was so warm. So unbelievably warm. I could hardly believe what was happening. His scent still clung to the fur of my face and made the air I breathed heavy with his musk. I stretched back against him, my head low and submissive.

He poked into me with gusto. As soon as he was lined up he pressed forward and I squealed. I gasped after breath and tried to relax as he stepped closer to my body. I felt his legs against mine, his large paws radiated heat through my shoulders as his thick cock sunk deeper into me. "Awh, fuck." He threw back his head and exhaled. "Been a minute since I've had a virgin hole." He made a low sound as he pushed another inch into me. His cock was a wedge of heat and pleasure that split my entire body. "You're so tight, boy." He doubled over my body and kissed my ear like it would distract me from the force of him driving deeper.

"Relax," he said. I couldn't. "Relax, relax, you like being fucked." He groaned the assertion as he thrust harder. "Nasty boy."

I moaned, I quivered, I panted. I like that he decided for me. I did like this. A thousand sensations I'd never know swept through me, it dizzied me. My cock ran with precum, a stringy drop of it fell to the tiles of my kitchen floor.

Plumber. He was my plumber. I was his nasty boy.

I wanted him so much more than I felt I could articulate.

His thick fingers snatched my muzzle and turned my face up towards his. He kissed me. My eyes flashed open as his tongue dove into my mouth. My cock gave a leap and my heartbeat thundered through me. I convulsed in pleasure and then he was in me. No more downward pressure. I felt his balls rest against my taint.

He released me from the kiss. "Told you." He twitched his hips, I squeaked and moaned. "You love cock in your ass, nasty boy."

I nodded, eyes clenched shut against the pleasure. Feel and smell overwhelmed my other senses, I couldn't open my eyes. It felt painful to be so exposed to more stimuli. I could feel him sitting in my belly. His cock pulsed in time with the beat of his heart and I could barely adjust to the pressure.

"Tell me." He worked his hips gently. I squealed and gasped ragged breaths, my fists clenched. "What made you wanna fuck the plumber?" His voice was a low rumble in my ear.

"Your scent." I breathed the words.

"I stink." He thrust more firmly. "But that's why you're my nasty boy." He snarled as he found a steady pace. His cock pressed in and out of me, sending waves of shrieking pleasure through me. The warmth of his dick was as soothing as it was overwhelming in the heat of the day. "You loved my sweaty ass." He growled in my ear.

I shuddered and moaned, he bucked his hips a bit faster. His words were a distraction that helped ease me.

"When I'm done you're gunna do it again." The threat carried a hidden chuckle, like he craved it. Thrill broke scattershot through my thoughts. I wanted to eat him out. I wanted him to fuck me into a stupor and then sit on my face to clean up all the fresh sweat he'd shed while screwing me. I was tingling head to toe, almost numb with the fantasy as an escape from my overwhelmed senses.

A sound reached my ears. A constant percussion. I blinked back into the moment. His balls slapped my taint with every inward thrust of his thick cock. He was railing me.

I squealed as I tossed my head and moaned.

"Fuck yeah boy!" He raised his voice and grew more energetic. I gasped utterly ragged breaths, my knees buckled. I sprawled onto the frigid tiles, but he followed me down and lay atop me, plowing me into the hard surface.

Then it stopped. He pulled out of me. The air felt almost chill against my bare flesh despite the heat of the day. His thick hands scooped under me. I lolled in his grip as he deposited me on the counter. We faced each other now. I fell back weakly against the wall.

He stared me down, unblinking, his eyes burning with desire. He took a moment to line up his cock and speared it back into me. As I threw back my head and moaned, he lunged for my mouth and forced his tongue against mine. I whimpered into him, in awe of every sensation he imparted within me.

He broke the kiss. I stared into his eyes and gasped at each rough thrust he made into me. He slapped me. Insult rose within me at first, but his paw lingered on my face. He forced me to look to his side, where he'd raised his other arm.

I needed no further guidance.

I lunged towards his pit and panted fragmented gasps against him as I joined with his scent. His musk clawed up my nose and penetrated my mind. I wanted to reek of him while he fucked me. I lapped at his pit and the sour salt of his sweat made me convulse.

He yanked me off of the counter and held me in his arms as he fucked me free standing. My thick tail dangled under me and swayed frantically in time with his thrusts. I'd given all control of my own body to him. One of his arms wrapped up my back, his hand held me firm against his pit.

He growled as he fucked me. He growled louder as his balls slapped my taint with every frantic thrust. His growling was strewn with curses and slurs and appreciation and utterances of raw pleasure. He made sounds I'd never heard. Impassioned sounds. Violent sounds. Bodily noises punctuated the block of his scent that had become my head.

Pleasure churned through me, frequently heightening as he found a new vestige of energy to force into me.

And then suddenly he tore himself out of me. I felt his wet cock throbbing against my ass as he lowered me to the ground. He pushed me to my knees and stood over me. "Gunna paint your face, boy." He worked his cock in a frenzy. "Open up." I obeyed. All I could do was pant, stare and stretch my mouth wide in hopes of catching some.

I moaned in anticipation. He exhaled, his heavy balls bounced in time with his hand. He stiffened suddenly, his cock gave a hefty throb. Something hit my tongue far harder than I expected.

I gulped as another spurt of cum coated my palate. His fist kept pumping, another spurt landed across my muzzle as I closed my mouth. And a fourth struck between my eyes.

I fell back like I'd been shot. He chased me to the ground. His cock smeared more against my muzzle. He slipped it past my lips and growled as he ground himself into my tongue. The taste of him was everywhere, it mingled with the lingering scent of his body. I felt his cum soaking into my fur.

I felt so used. So branded. It was perfect.

"Not a virgin anymore." He snickered. "Nasty boy."

I nodded, unable to do anything else but agree with him. He swatted his cock against my nose. I didn't entirely feel in control of myself as I sniffed at him desperately. His eyes glistened with arousal as he stared down on me. I couldn't move. Couldn't think.

He played with my mouth. The head of his cock grazed my tongue. He smeared a finger through my messy fur before he made me lick him clean.

There was satisfaction to his game I couldn't comprehend but felt nonetheless.

"What about you?" He asked suddenly, his rough voice cut through the trance-like state I'd entered. He shifted over me, and then there was warmth around me. His jaws closed around my cock, he was kneeling over me with his balls bouncing right in front of my face. I shot forward and buried my nose in his taint.

The raw, murky sent of his body shot a thrill through me far stronger than the lapping of his tongue against me. I poked my tongue into the crease of his ass, the taste of him broke what little vestige of control I had over myself. I convulsed.

In a blink, I was prone on the ground. Pleasure burst through my hips and doubled as I heard him gulping down my load. But he didn't stop.

He rested on his haunches as he sat on my face. I nosed weakly at his hole and felt his assent through the way his tongue lolled against my throbbing cock. Sweat lined the crease of his ass and coated my tongue.

By now the raw saltiness of him felt almost painful to my abused tongue but I welcomed it as I circled his hole. He rose off of my cock to sigh contentedly, and made a continual low sound almost like a cat's purr.

He stood after a moment of drawn out pleasure and grinned down on me.

I lay on my back, fingers twitching but otherwise unable to move. His cock had started to soften but still poked stiffly out from his crotch. He watched me as he tried to catch his breath. I stared into his eyes and tried to convey the appreciation and utter joy I felt.

I was still laying there, useless on the tiles when he got back to work.

He lay back down under the sink, there was gusto in the movement of his body. His knees were raised, his legs spread. His hefty nuts rested against the ground. The negative space between his thighs called to me.

He'd left a gap. I was meant to fill it.

I grunted as I crawled over to him, my arms were jittery and weak. It took all my strength to cross the small distance and collapse against him. I needed no invitation as I stuffed my muzzle in his crotch and huffed in his scent.

I wanted to remember this.

I wanted to remember this forever.

My tongue flashed out on craven instinct.

"Fuck yes, boy." He almost cheered the words and shifted his hips forward. The meaning was obvious. I hadn't intended to, but I wouldn't deny him anything. I found his asshole with my tongue and became too engrossed in my task to know if he worked or not. I didn't care. This was my duty to him and I ate him out 'til his sweat drenched my muzzle and his scent erased all ability for me to think.

At some point he ushered me back to his cock, which he jabbed into my mouth. It gagged me, his thick hands held me down on him 'til he shot right down my throat. I rose off of his cock, pins and needles raged through my entire body. I licked my lips weakly after the drops of his cum that escaped my muzzle.

I was his boy. I didn't care what that made him to me. In one sweaty day he'd eclipsed the totality of my sexual experience and I would give him anything for more. His thick arms pulled me against his chest. I could feel his thundering heart as he kissed me endlessly.

I have no recollection of him touching my cock, but at some point he made me lick my own cum off of his belly. In reflection, I couldn't even tell when I had orgasmed again. The entirety of the experience was the peak of pleasure in my lifetime.

I don't know how long it took me to come down from that high, but at some point it became normal for me to stand. My head pounded with dehydration. I picked up my phone and blinked absently at the time. Past 4pm. I stared down at him. We'd spent the entire day.

Distant fear rang in my head. My assignment. Shit.

He breathed deeply as he sat up. Sweat had left parts of his fur standing in clumps, including a curl above his forehead from where he'd rested an arm. He looked a mess.

I felt a pang of embarrassment as certainty burst through me. I knew I looked worse.

I poured myself a glass of water and habitually checked the leak under the sink. A new pipe gleamed at me, not a drop escaped it. "Ohhh," I made a sound of recognition and giggled until a peal of laughter escaped me. "You fixed the pipe," I said lamely. He blinked at me, amazement in his eyes.

He was naked. I stole a glance at his crotch and froze up. It was hard to admit what I'd done- what we'd done. The sheer force of pleasure I'd felt had hazed the hours in my mind.

He was grinning at my stupidity. "Told ya I would." He swatted me on the ass. I yelped. In the quiet that followed he picked up his phone. "Wellp," he sighed, "missed almost all my other bookings. Should get to the last one though."

"Is that an issue?"

"If it was, do you think plumbers would flake all the time?" He smirked.

"Oh." I smiled. "Wait, is this why tradies are always late?"

"Yeah absolutely." He nodded. I gaped in surprise. "A joke." He snorted. "I wish. I mean, I have fucked on the job. But that's when I get a booking with friends. Not like this."

"Oh."

"Worth it though." He elbowed me. "Never had my ass eaten before. Coulda laid there for hours and just let you." He stretched, his shoulders cracked. "Might have to borrow your tongue soon."

I blinked at him, my cheeks burned. I couldn't meet his eye, but when I looked down his nudity suddenly seemed inappropriate. I turned away from him, unsure if it was hurt that flashed in his eyes or not.

He got dressed and gathered his tools in silence. Had we really done all that? Had I done all that? With a plumber? Anxiety arrowed through my thoughts. That was stupid. Was it safe? Was he clean? Was I clean? I mean, I was a virgin but I'd also never been tested. Who knew what I might've picked up unknowingly- holy shit I was a virgin. Was.

I followed him to the door. He risked a glance at me and frowned. "You've gone quiet." He wrinkled his nose. "Suppose you didn't speak much at all." He sighed. "Was I too pushy?"

My jaw dropped as I tried to produce words. I could still feel the impression his claws had made on the back of my head as he held me under his tail. Shame crept through me. I probably should brush my teeth.

"No, no." The words came out of me softly. This was all my fault. I was too pushy, with my poorly hidden attempts to catch his scent and how weakly I'd hidden my own arousal. He shrugged at me, like he wasn't sure what to say. "Boy," I whispered the word and an embarrassed smile raced to my lips.

Lightness filled his eyes as he laughed. "Yep." He clapped me on the shoulder. "And a damn fine boy at that."

His words echoed through my head and teased at the hazy memories of the last few hours. "That was fun." Butterflies tickled at my chest.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "You're damn right it is. Call me." He nodded and tried to move for the door. I reached to clap him on the shoulder back, like the mutual gesture might indicate some understanding but I waited too long and the action grew awkward. I drew my hand back, but he'd seen it.

We stood transfixed for a moment, then he dropped his toolbox with a clatter and thrust a hand into an inner pocket of his overalls.

"Just so I'm certain you've got it." He thrust a business card into my hand. "So you have my number if your pipes need fixing."

"Ah. Thanks." I sounded dazed. The rectangle of paper was faintly damp and I could smell him on it.

He stared at me for a long moment, waiting for something that never came. Instead, a smirk crossed his face. "I mean you should call me if you want to have sex again."

"Oh." I stammered. "Oh."

He cocked his head. "Maybe it's easier if you give me your number. Because I will call you when I want to fuck you again. Soon, like, tonight even. Maybe."

"Oh." I added, the sound too useless to convey any of the overwhelming excitement within me. I reached for my phone and offered him my contact. He saved it, then fixed an amused gaze on me.

"I could even pick you up on my way home from work. Take you in my bed tonight, tomorrow, whenever." He paused to grin to himself. "Think I will do that actually, unless you say otherwise." His words bounced off of me, it seemed too outlandish but was there really a reason why he couldn't? Sex was meant to be significant, I thought. Surely it couldn't happen that many times- he interrupted my thoughts.

"You've still got..." He pointed to his own muzzle. I reached for mine. Something crusted in my fur. I blinked. Him. He crusted in my fur. I stared at my fingers, bewildered enough to completely miss him dipping forward to poke his tongue between my open lips. He grabbed my cheeks as he kissed me until I pulled away, panting. I was too shocked for words. The smile that widened on my face would have to do. He held eye contact for far too long. I started shuffling aimlessly, but he mirrored my smile.

"You're adorable." He notched his voice with something bright and sighed contentedly. My eyes went wide. "Alright." He chuckled. "I gotta head before I'm more late for my last job." He raised a paw. "Ciao. Go break some pipes."

I laughed. "Bye." I flinched, that sounded too distant. "I'd love to." I gaped after the words. "You know what I mean." My cheeks were aflame.

"Mhm." He nodded sagely. "Good boy. I want you to wake up tomorrow between my thighs." And with that, he turned to walk down the corridor. He didn't wait to see the way I swooned after those words. I closed the door and sucked in a long breath.

How soon was too soon to text him? I waited five-maybe closer to ten seconds, urged on by a ceaseless emotion I couldn't define. That assignment could wait.