Dates - Preview
This is the opening scene of Dates, my submission for the "Taboo" anthology published by Furplanet and edited by Rechan. The cover art is by the awesome Kadath. Please, folks, if you like this and other great furry writing, support your local author and publisher - go to http://furplanet.com/shop/item.aspx?itemid=709 and order "Taboo!"
He was close... very close. Inrushes of breath, twitches of the hips, tension under stroking fingerpads. Kieran had felt many males nearing orgasm. Each had their own signals when the moment came, but the basics were always the same.
Except with horses, of course. This one's eyes were closed, his head tilted back, the tip of his monstrous Coke-bottle-thick erection flared against Kieran's tongue. With practiced skill, the serval waited just a moment longer, then popped his muzzle off the equine's tip. Both paws wrapped around the base of the impressive length and stroked; sure enough the equine snorted, bucked and came volcanically - all over the feline's beige chestfur, leaving a sticky, warm mess soaking in.
Drained, the chestnut stallion seated on the edge of the bed slumped back onto his arms and panted for breath. Kieran gave the quickly-shrinking horsecock a few last licks and shifted to sit next to the other male, resting a paw on the broad chest and rubbing lightly. The equine grunted in response and opened his eyes.
"Thanks. Got a nice tongue there."
Kieran giggled and stroked the horse's chest a moment more. "It's one of my best features. Sorry again to have to downsell you, big fella."
The equine stood up, brushing Kieran's paw off as he did. "Didn't really think about it when I called... first time I seen an escort, I figured you guys would be able to take just about anything."
"Just about, yes, hon. You definitely don't qualify as 'just about anything,' with that fire hose you're packing. It's probably the biggest I've seen." Kieran stood as well, collecting a towel from atop a dresser and mopping at the mess on his chest. His dappled beige form, tall and slim, was still diminutive next to the other male. "Let me know when you call next time, and I'll be ready for you."
"Yeah, I'll do that." The horse started taking his clothes off a rack by the door as Kieran settled onto the bed, tugging a pair of sweats over his fading erection.
"Need the shower before you go, big fella?"
"Nah, that's fine." In fact, the equine appeared to be aiming for a record departure time. It didn't surprise the serval - first-time clients were often in a rush to get out the door after the event was finished, either from buyer's remorse or the odd guilt that came with paying for sex. Maybe this one was another mostly-straight guy who figured it would be easier to see if he really did have interest in guys by springing for an hour with a prostitute. Either way, he wasn't sticking around.
In short order the stallion had been shown to the door. Kieran gave him a quick hug and was surprised when it was returned. "Come back soon," he purred into one chestnut-furred ear, receiving a short nod from the horse as the door closed behind him.
"That went well," Kieran mused as he padded back into the bedroom to send a quick text letting his co-renter and friend Anji know the appointment ended and he was safe. He opened the dresser drawer and extracted the envelope; it was somewhat slimmer than it had been originally. When, after some initial kissing and general foreplay, he got a look at the horse's girth and realized there was no way he could take it without some preparation that was impossible in an hour, the client had agreed on just oral for half rate.
Oh, well. It all paid the bills. And he needed a shower.
The warm water plus a healthy application of shampoo got the rest of the mess out of Kieran's chestfur, and helped the feline relax. There was no rush - the horse had been his last of three appointments for the day.
His sheath filled as he mused on whether that stallion would come back and how things might go when he was fully ready... reluctantly, he set that thought aside and let the growing arousal slip away. After all, he smiled, he had a date tonight. After two oral sessions and one where the client enthusiastically took him but showed no interest in Kieran's pleasure, he definitely had an edge built up for the evening.
Wrapped in a towel, Kieran sprayed the shower down with some cleaner for a quick scrub. When he first rented the apartment for his side business, Kieran sought out another responsible escort to share the bills. Anji, his co-renter, was an amiable middle-aged rabbit whom he had struck up an instant friendship with. Occasionally she dropped by on the days he worked, between his appointments, just to chat and provide each other with an outlet in the business. The best part was that neither of them were likely to be impacting on the other's clientele. Kieran advertised his services specifically as male-for-male. Although there had been one time when one of Anji's long-time gentlemen expressed an interest in a three-way with another male. Not being into the ladies himself, Kieran hadn't interacted with Anji, but an enjoyable tag-team effort left the client very happy.
A quick change of bedsheets, a sweep of the vacuum around the small apartment, and a general tidying later, the serval stepped out into the Vancouver drizzle to become another umbrella among the crowd. He made his way towards the nearest Skytrain station for the quick hop to his suburban apartment, a change of clothes and a night at the club.