Mel at work
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This story is about Mel the naughty minded cheetah being dared by his otter friend to give his manhood some fresh air in the middle of his workplace's cafetaria.This story contains: gay, public, chat, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeur, sperm
Mel at work.
The sharp signal from the smart phone screeches loudly through the air, a few ears twitch but generally the sound is ignored. Mel the black spotted yellow cheetah reaches into the pocket of his pants and quickly takes a look at the screen of the device, a new instant text message has arrived. He chuckles as he observes that it's from one of his newest friends, an otter he has get to know through a series of coincidences. Mel doesn't believe in chance though, he and the otter hit it off quite well and he's already offered some advice with some of the issues his new friend is going through.
In bold letters, the touchscreen reads:"Hey Mel."Pretty plain and simple, according to the cheetah's thoughts and his thumbs move quickly to type in a reply whilst the noise of his coworkers bang on his ears in the busy and almost overcrowded cafeteria at his workplace. He sends a message back to tell his otter friend that he's on lunch break at work and that it's rather boring as usual. Of course it doesn't take the otter friend long to write a reply, he's probably at his computer and not a smart phone which writes much faster. The device beeps its noise again as Mel receives the message:"Oh, that sucks. Why don't you make it more interesting?"Mel can't imagine how he could actively make his lunch break less boring and he types so into the instant messenger chat on his phone, sipping his drink and stuffing a sandwich into his mouth as he waits for the reply. The message that comes back is as subtle as a charging rhino and Mel can't help to blush his cheetah cheeks a little as his tail swishes in a twitch of excitement:"Touch your penis, right where you are. As discreetly as possible."
At first the cheetah man of around thirty years old just considers writing a message back with a chuckle that his newfound friend has too many dirty things on his mind, but when he looks around to the men blabbing away at each other he can't help but feel a twinge of excitement run through his body like a jolt of electricity. He shuffles back and forth on his seat for a minute whilst looking around, who sits near and what their attention levels are. Obviously the people that sit the nearest on the same side of the table as he is are the most risky to discover the naughty cheetah's possible fiddling but they're turned away with their backs to him. He's sitting quite alone this lunch break. He quickly types back:"In front of everyone? You dog."The only reply is a cute smiley face which is suppose to represent a little cute manga face, number three shaped mouth included. Mel looks around one more time and then lowers his hand to his already stiffening member under the table, giving it a good firm squeeze which makes his eyes glassy. It feels good as well as strangely arousing and exciting to be doing this in the middle of such a risky overcrowded place. He sends the message:"Done and done."
It takes a moment but then the beeping noise announces his otter friend's next message:"Awesome. Do you think you could rub the tip of your cock until it makes your pants stick out for your colleagues?"Mel's cheeks are crimson red by now, however since no one is paying attention to him it doesn't matter. Slowly he reaches under the table again and through the fabric of his pants he manages to circle the tip of his digit around the sensitive crown of his penis, making his member jump and flex a couple of times against its confining prison. He writes back:"It's quite uncomfortable now, it's gotten very hard."Of course the next reply doesn't take long and the naughty otter friend on the other side of the connection suggests for Mel to perhaps 'give his little friend some air'. Oh, this is getting too wild! The cheetah is in for a world of hurt if his very manly coworkers would find out the feline is exposing himself in the middle of the cafeteria or even worse, masturbating.
A pearl of sweat rolls down Mel's forehead as he looks around nervously again, his heart pumping a thousand beats an hour in his chest as his hands shake to reach down under the table. With extremely slow movement, the cheetah takes hold of the zipper of the blue overalls that are his work clothes, and gently starts to slide it down. As if afraid that everyone could hear the sound of the zipper being pulled down and thus revealing what he's doing. Mel doesn't even have to reach inside, due to the lack of underwear his decently sized penis with very pink tip already emerges victoriously from its warm prison and tastes the cooler air on the outside of its owner's clothes. The pink glans is already shiny and sticky with pre-cum as it gingerly plants kisses against the smooth underside of the table and thus leaving sticky trails of pre-seed. With a quick gesture of the hand, the two plump balls hang comfortably outside in their furry sac as well, rolling around in excitement and making the cheetah's penis spit up some more pre-fuck.
The text message Mel sends to his otter friend is quite short and straight forward as well:"Done."Mel nervously keeps looking around whilst trying to remain looking casual as the slimy tip of his pink penis is being rubbed against the underside of the table for stimulation. There's someone sitting in front of him whom's not paying the least attention to the cheetah as he leans sideways to listen to a conversation, but a quick glance under the table reveals that Mel's penis is pointing exactly up at the crotch of the man on the other side. The naughty feline can't control himself and he gently tries to shuffle on his seat so that the sensitive surface of the tip of his penis is sliding up and down against the smooth table, wanting to cum so badly right now. It's his friend's fault for talking him into this but even more so his fault for listening, his penis too angrily erect now to be stuffed back into his pants without anyone noticing. Besides, the bulge and perhaps wet spots would be quite obvious. And the lunch break will end in ten minutes! Mel's in quite a pickle as he grits his teeth and keeps using the underside of the table for masturbation as he receives his otter friend's reply.
Obviously his friend thinks he's joking, but Mel confirms that he is sitting right there in the middle of his colleagues with his erect and dripping dick out. The otter on the other side of the connection replies just this:"I'm masturbating. Care to join?"And right then and there, the messenger's call function is activated, vibrating loudly so that Mel would accept. Mel quickly presses the confirm button and husks into the phone:"Are you crazy?"He hears chuckling and the obvious sound of his friend masturbating with a wet dick, it appears the otter knows he can't make too much of a sound. Mel's forehead is wet with sweat and he glances to all sides to confirm no one has noticed him yet before he keeps the phone to his ear with one hand and reaches down under the table with his other. The cheetah man tries not to move his arm too wildly but he huffs and pants loudly into the phone which is rewarded with more masturbating sounds from the other end.
Mel's hand grips and squeezes the base of his nicely sized penis, massaging the fingers up to his pink shiny tip to force a thick fat drop of sticky pre-cum out of the tiny slit. Then he proceeds to masturbate right along with his otter friend, his balls churning in their sac as the excitement of such naughty taboo acts in public quickly bring the cheetah to a rising point. He tries to whisper huskily into the phone that he's almost coming when suddenly Mel's eyes cross those of the person straight on the other side of the table, not one meter away from him. It's an incredibly large brown bear, very scruffy and manly looking as he peers at Mel's frozen form with a raised eyebrow. His mates don't seem to have noticed him leaving the conversation and just keep chattering on and on. Slowly the manly bear leans sideways and down to peer under the table and slight surprise is readable on his face as he sees Mel's throbbingly wet penis in a frozen masturbation move in the cheetah's hand.
Unfortunately, this pushes poor Mel over the edge and he grunts loudly into the phone which takes his otter friend to his climax as well. Ropes of white sticky cum shoot all against the underside of the table and onto the bear's big shoes, the enormous ursine not pulling away but just watching at the much smaller cheetah's ejaculation underneath the table. When Mel is finished cumming he slumps forwards just a little as he pants over the table, his otter friend completely unaware of the cheetah's predicament as he thanks Mel and quits the call. Mel puts his phone down slowly as if frozen in fear for what the consequences of this event will be, but is then completely taken by surprise when the giant brown bear leans forward a little as well and a big finger can be felt wiping the eye of the feline's dripping cock. The bear pulls back again and examines the sticky sperm of the cheetah between his thumb and index finger, suddenly sticking the fingers into his mouth and slurping the slime off.
The ursine leans back forward to repeat the process of rubbing his thick finger over the oozing hole in Mel's cock head and slurping the semen up until none remains. With a smile, the bear gives the tip of the shocked cheetah's penis a last little squeeze before getting up and leaving for work, as are a lot of others present. Mel's sitting at the table with his shrinking cock out for a couple more seconds before he realizes he needs to pack up as well, stuffing his deflated penis back into his pants as he scrambles up to get back to work as well. His otter friend is never going to believe this...