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Griff studied his reflection in the side of the side of the beer glass. A black wolf looked back at him, green eyes studying his fur. He pointed out his jaw to examine his chin. A familiar voice snapped him out of his concentration.

"Looking for beard treasure?"

Griff ears perked, and he quickly turned around to give his old friend a hug. "Joe! It's been way too long."

"What's eating you, anyway? You looked about ready to drown yourself there."

Griff sighed. "Some kids called me a 'greymuzzle' earlier. I guess it got to me more than it should have."

"Well, do you have a grey muzzle?"

"No! Well, I don't think so, at least."

"Exactly! Look, Griff, you're 38. You're not old enough to write yourself off like that. Now, am I going to have to give you feel-goods all night, or are we going to catch up?"

Griff had met Joe in university almost two decades before. As the only wolves on their course, they'd been drawn together, and the two had been close friends since. Sadly, as they both excelled in their careers, they found less and less time to meet up, and though they communicated at length through social websites and text messages, nothing quite compared to getting together for a drink.

Today marked the first day in almost four years that their schedules had lined up with them both in the same city at the same time, and the two had jumped at the chance to share a drink before Joe caught his flight home. Joe hadn't changed much in the last few years - his dark-cream fur hadn't faded at all, he still wore his half-frame glasses and the same expensive suit he'd bought from New York.

As the two chatted, the topics turned from work, to politics, to love, to what their weekend plans were - it was all things they'd talked about online, but sometimes it's just nice to hear them in person.

After a while, Joe broke out his serious face. "Are you sure you're okay? I can tell when something's bothering you."

"I guess I just feel old, even if I'm not going grey. I mostly just work nowadays, it's been a long time since I did anything reckless like we did when we were younger, you know? I guess I'm sad those days are behind me."

"Like I said, you're not old yet. You'll be fine."

"But-"

"Sorry, hold that thought - need to take a leak." Joe jumped down from the bar stool and quickly hurried to the toilets. Griff was struck by the nagging feeling that he'd done something wrong - hell, it's the first time we've seen each other in four years and I'm just feeling sorry for myself.

His phone vibrated on the surface of the bar, snapping him out of his self-pity.

Meet me in the toilets. They're empty.

Griff blinked at the message. As he realised what his friend was suggesting, he felt a light feeling of nervousness run through him unlike anything he'd felt in years. His thumbs hovered over the screen of his phone as he tried to think of a reply.

I can't. I come here all the time on business. I can't risk getting thrown out.

But he hesitated before hitting send. He remembered the last time he'd fooled around with Joe, how his friend's huge cock had shot thick ropes of cum over his muzzle and still stayed hard enough to give him a rough fucking after. As much as he missed it, they knew they weren't going to have time for sex this time, unless-

Hurry up!

Griff sighed, and with a silent resolve turned off his phone, returned it to his pocket, and walked to the toilets as casually as he could. Inside, Joe met him with a grin, turning to the urinals and unzipping his trousers. Griff had seen enough porn to guess what he wanted.

He stood at the urinal next to Joe, and pulled his own cock free of his suit trousers, glancing to the side to check out his friend. Nostalgia definitely hadn't clouded his memory - Joe was huge even for a wolf. When he noticed Griff looking, he slowly began to stroke himself, rolling his foreskin backwards and forwards over his head until he sported an obvious semi.

Griff followed suit, quickly growing hard as a mixture of hormones and adrenaline coursed through his body from doing something so risky. Griff didn't have the biggest dick in the world, especially when compared to his friend, but it had never bothered him. If anything he got a thrill from being able to play with someone so much bigger than himself - the two had taken some frotting Polaroids before going their separate ways after university, and Griff had gotten off many times to how Joe appeared to dwarf him in the photos almost by a ratio of two to one.

Then, Joe did something unexpected - he pointed his swollen tip at the urinal bowl and immediately began to piss, flashing a grin at his friend. Griff had never considered pissing as a sexual thing before - it didn't disgust him, but he never gave it any thought beyond a simply bodily function that he needed to perform a few times a day. Still, watching Joe go and knowing that he was getting an exhibitionist kick out of it just made everything feel so new and so naughty that Griff couldn't tear his eyes away. Without even thinking about it, he moved his paw over and grabbed Joe's shaft. He held it still for a few moments, before stroking along the shaft, watching with lust as the stream spattered when his friend's skin covered his head, and focused again when it was pulled back. When the stream finished, he shook the last few drops off his friend's cock, and overcome with lust, bent down to plant a kiss on the side of his rock-hard shaft. Joe let out a kind of rrrfing noise and seemed to relax.

Griff put his own cock away, thinking Joe had had his fun, and moved across the still-empty bathroom to the sinks to wash his hands.

"Had enough?"

"We've both been in here too long. Even if nobody else walks in, the bar staff will get suspicious and..."

"Come on," Joe interrupted, turning to face Griff, holding his hard wolf dick by the hilt and waving it lewdly, "you know you want to carry on."

Griff froze. Somewhere in his brain, his dick overpowered his common sense, and he felt his knees buckle as he lowered himself to the floor to take Joe's huge dick into his maw.

The familiar girth invaded his maw, pressing against his tongue. He lapped along the underside, teasing his friend's foreskin back. He didn't even think about the musky taste of the piss still clinging to his cock until it had long gone. He started to bob along the top of his friend's cock, pushing down deeper each time as the residue of his saliva made it easier to take.

Feeling brave, he tried to take the whole thing into his maw, feeling it invading his throat, holding it there for a fraction of a second before his gag reflect took over and he had to pull off. He coughed into his paw, trying to keep quiet.

"Don't worry, you've only been practising for 20 years. You'll deep throat the whole thing eventually."

Griff glared upwards at Joe, who stifled a laugh, which turned into a low moan as Griff sank back over his shaft. Griff shifted tactics, holding the other wolf's cock by the hilt and focusing his attention on the end of his shaft, and his swollen head. He trailed his tongue lightly over the veins that forked prominently over his shaft and around his foreskin, before swirling his tongue around the protective flesh and finally taking it back into his muzzle. Joe began to hump against his tongue, his breathing became heavy, and before long Griff felt the warm, salty cum overwhelming his senses.

Griff kept the dick in his muzzle until it was soft enough to fit back through Joe's fly without too much trouble, though the bulge it left in his trousers was nothing short of obscene. He picked himself up, patted imaginary dust off his suit, and smiled at Joe, who grinned back. "No," he whispered, "we're not done yet."

Next thing Griff knew, he was being forced up against the wall over one of the urinals, and Joe's deft paws were unzipping his fly and pulling free his aching manhood until he was drooling pre into the porcelain. "You know how I love watching you cum" came the voice behind him, taking hold of his dick and stroking it firmly. Griff felt that obscene bulge press into him, playfully grinding against his ass.

Even without any actual contact, Griff's dick throbbed from having Joe's cock so close, pushing his hips back to play-hump against his spent friend. He steadied himself against the tiled walls, resting his snout against it and moaning submissively. He imagined Joe taking him right then and there as his expert paws massaged his length, until he peaked and emptied his load across the back of the urinal. Joe growled, watching over his shoulder - he may not have the biggest dick in the world, especially compared to Joe's, but by God did he cum harder than anyone Joe had ever known.

Without taking his paw from Griff's cock, Joe nodded towards the thick, gooey seed trailing down the white surface and pooling around the drain, then whispered "You're going to have to clean up that mess, or they'll know what we were up to."

"What? How do you expect me to- ah!" his objection was cut short by Joe shaking his cock teasingly. "-I get it, I get it."

He closed his eyes, trying to clear his head so he could go. It felt like an eternity before his body relaxed enough to let go, and he felt Joe murring behind him as the other wolf guided his stream to clear all signs of cum from the urinal. When he was done, Joe pulled his foreskin over his tip to squeeze the last few drops over his fingers, then surprised Griff by licking them clean.

Griff quickly put his dick away as he remembered where he was. "I... had no idea you were into... that kind of stuff."

"Me neither, if I'm honest. See? You're never too much of a greymuzzle to learn something new."

That night, Griff saw Joe off to his flight, giving him a strong hug and a pat on the back as he left through security. As they parted ways, he hoped it wouldn't be another four years before he got to see his friend again. As he left the airport, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass of the automatic doors.

He grinned at his reflection, plucked the single grey hair from his beard, and then went back to his hotel.