Indulgences [Side A]
Dim and damp, the smell of of musk with a hint of urine clung to the air. I found it a little amusing how I could be in a new place but still find it the slightest bit familiar. I suppose it's not too uncommon, After all, a public restroom is a public restroom. It was an odd place to find an Irish Wolfhound like me. I seemed to tower over everyfur that crammed themselves onto the dance floor of the night club. I was wearing dress slacks and a collared shirt tucked into them. The bass boomed and radiated through the walls. The vibrations rattled some loose hinge on a stall door.
Every facet of my appearance made me stand out. I really didn't belong there. Mostly because it was an "alternative" club. I wasn't gay, or at least I didn't think I was. I found myself in one by accident one night and it was better than any of the other encounters I had so I kept coming. I haven't devoted any time to seeking out relationships since college. It was around then that I discovered that I could have my release, for free mind you, and carry on with my business. No emotional attachment. Completely anonymous.
I would get a little tipsy, not drunk. It seemed to be almost second nature for me. I was never ashamed or embarrassed when someone walked in. Growing up I didn't have trouble peeing in public. I was very comfortable with my body. I wasn't particularly endowed; only about seven inches. Maybe an inch thick. Not monstrous, but big enough to show off. My bluish-gray fur curled every which way it could and seemed a little messy, but I really couldn't do anything about it. The only way I could hope to manage it is to keep it short. Or buy styling gel by the palate. Then I would just look ridiculous.
I strolled into the latrines with my sleeves rolled up, my tie slackened, and my collar unbuttoned. It was empty, so it seemed, but I knew better. As I walked by the stalls I pushed the door open a little searching for the sign. I came upon one where a hole had been jaggedly cut but the next stall was open also. It was a surprisingly large bathroom so I continued down the line until I came upon the back corner; the last two stalls. The very last one looked closed and when I cracked the adjacent door there was another hole, much to my delight.
I stepped inside and slid the lock shut. The moment of truth: I inserted my index finger through the hole to test the water and someone grabbed it. A small smile found its place on my muzzle. I stepped back and undid my pants letting them fall to the floor. Through the small window I could see a half naked canine, maybe German shepherd. Also a bit curvacious. In such a close proximity I could pretend it was a female on the other side. I knew better, but a boy can dream. I bellied up to the particle board divider and let my partially limp cock rest on the duck taped edge of the circle.
Foreign furry fingertips leveled it with lips being traced with a pink tongue. He didn't begin though. I felt the cool puffs of air from his nostrils on me. Paws stroked and squeezed me, sizing me up. I gripped the top of the divider and leaned into the hole growing anxious. If I stood on my tip toes I could gaze over to the other side, but why ruin such a good thing? I stood there with the side of my face flat against the wall with my hands up like I was dancing with someone at prom. However this was more magical. My dick eagerly pulsed as his warm mouth greeted it. I let an "Oh, fuck..." slip as I was slowly consumed through the window to my fantasy. A paw gingerly pulled my balls forward and the shep kissed the egg shaped balls that rested in the short coin purse of a sack. My member rested on his muzzle, adorned with the sparkling bead of pre at the tip.
Suddenly the music sharply grew louder as the entrance to the restroom squeaked open. A red hound with the thousand yard stair neared and made eye contact with me. " 'Sup." I said a little slowly and drawn out. Maybe I was drunker than I thought. I heard a giggle from the other stall and I smirked while the other canine tried to shut us out as he stood at the urinal. My new favorite shep continued to suck on me. God I wanted to moan. Partly to screw with the other guy, but mostly 'cause this dog's mouth was a real piece of work. It's like he was tongue bathing everything that fit through the hole. I might brush against his teeth every now and then, but there was never any discomfort. Splintering pleasure eroded at my will to hold on. I found myself pulling back slightly as I edged closer to coming. I wanted to him to hold still so I could just fuck his face and come down his throat. My wish was almost granted.
Without warning he stopped and I heard shuffling on the other side. Then came the death grip on the base of my gleaming member. The shep eased himself onto me until his bubble-like cheeks were flat against the divider. I pulled back and I could smell the fragrance of whatever lube he'd spread on himself. It smelled like strawberries and I enjoyed it immensely. I opted to be gentle with him and start out slow, but my hunger grew very quickly. I rammed myself against the hole, pressing hushed moans from the other side. The tight ring nearly brought me to my knees as I braced against the wall and fired ropes of cum in quick succession deep inside him. He squeezed me tight and I heard the sound of some liquid pattering on the tile floor. I panted and removed myself from him, leaving the thankful entrance gaping just a little.
I cleaned my dick off with the toilet paper available and pulled my pants up. I was tempted to try to make some kind of contact between us so I could utilize his services again in the future, but I always am. Very rarely do I leave unsatisfied. Instead I ended the transaction with "Thank you." The other voice giggled and replied "Anytime." I then left and carried on with my life. Everything I could have hoped for in one stall.