Wet, Fake Grass
Here we go, my first submission after TTA's demise. something to get the wheels moving again.
I can except Brutal critique!
"Man, man, dude...Thomas!" A silver fox said walking briskly across the putting course, dodging the customer's strokes while juggling papers.
"Yes sir?" A rust red looking wolf asked from inside a pay booth.
"Drop the sir crap Thomas, can you do me a quick favor tonight?" He said arriving
"Yeah Jamie-James," Thomas said.
"Okay, not that comfortable man, I need you close up tonight. Clean and all," James said.
"Aw, dude, I thought that job was Micky's job," Thomas said begging to whine.
"Shut your maw, look at Mick," James said pointing over at a bear fumbling putters around. "I don't think he's capable, I need someone I can trust, you know, you?" He said with a wink.
"Just because of what we did the other night, doesn't mean we're," He stopped and looked around for any fur listening. "Married."
"But I tied with yo..." James stopped at Thomas' now flailing arms.
"Shut up, shut up, If anyone finds out, I might not have a home anymore...You wouldn't really wanna see that would you?" Thomas said, raising a seductive eyebrow.
"Naw, not at all, honey," James squeezed out.
Thomas lowered his eyebrow," You're a menace!"
They both laughed, "But in all seriousness, I need you to close tonight, possible?"
"Five extra dollars, is possible, no?" Thomas said tending to a customer.
"You're not cheap are you?"
"Nope" Thomas said grinning.
James just turned around and started walking back across the giant grass mats to his office.
Thomas and James had got their first job at a local Putt-Putt place, nothing fancy. It had not a windmill, pool, ship, or even a tree. Just flat golf courses and a couple inclines. The fur's loved it for some odd reason. The two had been best friends since kindergarten and James' dad owns the course. He gave the manager position to James and the Booth manager to Thomas. Recently, in a turn of events, Thomas had come out to James. James, being the experimenter he is dove in to see what his friend's hype was about. They've now been a couple for 2 years now.
Thomas was a 6'1'' Wolf that had Rusty colored fur. "Mars" was his nickname in high school. He lives with a Christian conservative family; they are as strict as can be. He was lucky to get a job. If it wouldn't have been for James' dad begging for them to let him come, he'd never have got it. He is an exotic type, having the barbershop school reject haircut with pink flare to it, he looks his part. But no one would suspect it because he's on the school football team and he date's girls to cover up his real relationship.
James on the other hand was raised in a completely different world. He had a single parent, his dad. "Manliness son, makes a chick magnet." was his dad's favorite saying, still oblivious to the fact his one and only son was a queer. His dad was a complete steak, working out every time he got bored, dating both guys and girls. James is Silvery-grey fox who is 6'3'', has head fur down to his butt. His ears are pierced to death. He is the main guy to go to if you have a problem. He acquired the nickname 'the ear' in middle school because of his superb listening skills.
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Thomas leaned on a putter watching the last employee leave. "Man, here's the keys, lock're up tight for me. When you get done turn on your cell, I'll have a surprise for you."
"What do you mean?" Thomas said expecting an answer.
"Just calm down, clean up and promise you won't open your cell until you're done, no matter what," James said.
"I promise," Thomas said.
James looked around, he found the security camera and grabbed Thomas' paw and drug him out from its sight. "I'll see you later sexy," He said dragging Thomas into a long passionate kiss. They sat there for a while. James pulled away, and grabbed his coat, walked out into the parking lot; got in his car and drove off. Leaving Thomas there with an over-lit putting course to clean.
"Hole One," He said nodding to himself. He pulled the trash can and broom around with him, cleaning hole after hole, after hole. About hole 13, he started to wonder what this surprise would be. It bothered him so much that he completely stopped work. He moved on to taking inventory over cleaning the remaining holes. The sound of a car passing every now and then made reminded him where he was.
After inventory, he reached around his back for the keys to lock the supplies room, and they weren't there. "Fuck, where did those keys go?" He asked himself.
Shortly after asking himself that he started fretting. Looking everywhere, he couldn't find any sign of the keys. "Oh, dear, what will James say, what will his dad say, oh god, what am I going to say, I might get fired, I might ge.." A text came in on his phone. He took his cell out and opened it. From: James was all it read, but it was a picture message. He went to hit the receive button when James' words came back to him, "Don't open it until you are done,"
He stood there for a minute, in the middle of an over-lit putt-putt course, looking at his phone. The few cars going by on the highway, which was only a couple yards away from the course's fencing. Every minute or so a car would go by, making the trademark whooshing sound the tires make. He looked at his phone, wondering what was in the picture; he wanted to know desperately, but not as bad as he wanted to find the keys. He resumed looking.
He walked by a post he had never noticed before, and low and behold, the keys were perched upon its smooth top, as if glued there. He went over to grab them but was quickly mesmerized by the look of the pole. It was a simple metal pole with a smooth round top. He stepped closer to it, almost inching like he were approaching the love of his life to ask to a prom. Once he got to it, he grabbed the keys and ran. Once Thomas was on the other side of the course as if running away from a rabid beast. He proceeded with locking all the doors and was about to shut off the lights when something caught his eye. He followed the gleam until his eyes laid upon the pole again. "What would it hurt?" He asked himself, in a carefree manner "I have time to kill."
He walked, almost strutting to the pole, he sat down beside it. He laid his paw on it and rubbed it. It was so cold and smooth against his pads. He sat there rubbing it, not aware of the camera facing him or the sudden pick-up in traffic on the highway. "The things I could do with this pole..."He said savoring each stroke. A text message suddenly revealed itself on his phone, vibrating in his pocket, next to his stiffened member. He blushed and came to his senses. He leaned up against the pole and read the text. "You can look now, check out my new piercing. Thomas laughed to himself. "If he keeps piercing his ears like that he won't have anything to hear out of."
He pressed the receive button. 20%, 50%, 89% 100%. He hit the view button. First it was text: If you don't like it or if it scares you I can get rid of it." He scrolled down, what he saw about blew him away. What was in the picture was a fresh PA ring on the tip of his mate's penis.
He felt himself almost cum in his pants, regaining his hard-on. "Why would I want rid of that?" He nearly exclaimed. He immediately started typing to his lover: When can you use that equipment?!"
A couple seconds passed as Thomas completely forgot the pole, and waited for the reply. After a couple seconds it came back, but with bad news. "A month, month and a half tops."
At the sight of this, Thomas almost crapped his pants. "That means we can't tie for like, a month."
He turned off his phone, unable to fathom not being able to have his mate inside him whenever they were alone. Then he got up to leave but lost his balance and hit the pole again, grazing his tail hole on the way down. He looked back behind him, and there the pole was, "If I can't have James inside me, maybe this pole can do." He said.
He stood back up and moved his paws down to his fly and then noticed everything watching him, the cameras, passing cars, and maybe a couple households nearby. But it was two in the morning. He quickly turned off all the lights and looked around. "Good, been a while since I got off by myself."
He slowly stripped. He unbuttoned his blue uniform polo and threw it down, starting on his kakis, he unbuttoned them and slowly slid the zipper down, making the most of the moment. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them beside his shirt. Before he could get to his boxers, a car blew past, throwing a cold biting chill onto his exposed body. He murred to his scent rising from his body. "Been a while" He said pulling down his boxers, which were covered in pre, exposing his Wolfhood.
He licked his paw and let the saliva string out from his tongue to his lips. He looked down at his member bouncing with his deepening heart rate. He wrapped his paw around his red member and immediately it registered as pleasure. He stroked a couple of times to get it going. He took his middle digit, his favorite, on his left paw and licked it and spit on it. He reached it under his balls and lubed up his tail hole. He pressed in, not realizing his pressure; he popped it in and sent a tsunami through his body. He only needed one digit to get ready for the pole.
Daydreaming about the ring inside him, he removed the digit from his tail hole, got on all fours and started sucking the pole, figuring his spit was the best lube at the time. He wasn't much for cleanliness, not believing in the germ crap. He stood up and slowly lowered himself onto the pole. He felt the cold liquid on the what seemed like freezing pole go into his love hole. He savored the scents and sounds of passing cars. Not worrying about any fur seeing him. All he wanted now was the feeling of cold metal inside him, no matter how he got it.
He licked his paw again and started stroking slow, tightening up his tail hole as he went faster. Feeling a breeze go by made his lust even more. The wolf then started pumping his body up and down on the pole. He felt its smoothness, nothing disappointed his. He went deeper each cycle, then finally it reached his Prostate, but he didn't stop there, he kept going until it was obvious he hit a wall. He then started moving around in circles on it, making his desire to cum even greater. The dam between orgasm and plateau was almost breached as he started squeezing his balls, making his grip tighter the closer he got to the orgasm he wanted so badly. The farther he went the more he tightened his grip on his member, pole, and balls.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back, lolling his tongue. "Oh, g-God! This is GREAT!" He exclaimed. He had now started stroking his whole length rubbing his paw around his developing knot. He felt the wall inside him move closer and closer to collapsing until he lost all control. By now he was crushing his balls and reached the null pressure feeling around his tail hole. He stopped stroking, crushing his knot and balls firing Load after load of stringy, pastel white cum across the hole he was on. Reaching the complete other side and even drenching the sidewalk behind it in his cum.
"OH!!! That couldn't have been any better!" He shouted, making a few lights in neighboring house come on. Thomas mustered all his energy to get off the pole and onto the ground. They separated with a 'pop' and he lay face down, exposed butt facing up into the sky. He then promptly blacked out.
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When he came to, he looked at his phone; he was out for maybe a couple of seconds. He gathered all his clothes together and pulled his car keys out of his pocket. Passing the sidewalk, he looked down at the puddle of white liquid. He blushed, "James would like to see this one." He took a phone pic and closed the gates. Picking up the padlock and walking away, he blew a kiss, like to someone. He got in his car and merged onto the empty highway.
Followed by a closely by a black car out of the pulling parking-lot.