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Phillip would have done it before work but he was running too late to indulge his morning 'wake and shake' ritual. Now he was stepping off the train and struggling to to wrangle his erection while not looking like he was wrangling his erection. The awkward dance of fingers belt and messenger continued well past the station and into the bustling, metropolitan street. Another day where he wasn't cutting so close to the quick he might have just tucked the demanding little monster between his firm belly and waistband. He bought moisture wicking undershirts for that exact reason. He'd been practicing that technique since his days as a libidinous pubescent but it didn't allow for vigorous motion.

However, in anything other than soft fleece sweats, running made that a sure-fire way to chafe a hard dick. This time he just had to be glad he was wearing his 'control briefs' and hope it would be a low flow day. So the kangaroo swept his steely rod toward his hip and bolted. He fought the crowd as well as he could but the sheer girth of his inconsolable morning wood made each stride unnecessarily restricting. Phillip had hoped fighting the crush of bodies would prove something of a boner killer; despite his love of crowds, the process of wading through a crush of bodies was something of a boner killer on normal days but as he made the two block rush it proved further to not be a normal day.

Finally he found himself in front of the mirrored wall of his office building with the sharp ache of a neglected hard on and a wet stain running down the side of his pants. Phillip cursed at his reflection and silently lamented not going for black slacks instead of khaki but he couldn't stop and think of some way to clean up. The HR team was unmerciful with tardies and were quick to pressure leads to discipline based on a few seconds. So he skipped the elevator and two out of every the steps to reach his desk with forty-three seconds to spare.

The roo sighed as he punched in his code, doing his best to ignore the uncomfortable bend in his pulsating shaft. Still he took a moment to relax, just relaxed a moment glad to have avoided the wrath of HR management. With that moment taken though, the thought to take a little company time to relieve his local swelling came too late. His chair swiveled obediently underneath him but the once clear path to the restrooms was now filled with the predatory face of his boss. Phillip had always thought of the shark as a good supervisor, despite her hardline policies on web surfing. Most of her employees and her colleagues for that matter thought her hyper focused nature made her something of a bitch but the roo knew her to be more than reasonable if you could approach her from her point of view.

Unless she had her game face on.

"You're late," Clarissa insisted darkly.

More stress. It was usually bad for productivity but maybe it would finally slay his still purely mechanical arousal and let him think clearly again, so he steadied himself and took the firm and cool manner it took to parry her attacks. "I'm absolutely not. The system should corroborate--"

"I don't have time," she snapped through her numerous and dire teeth. "The investors are here. I need you here and I need you diligent. Someone competent needs to be here to show these guys that we don't need any 'synergy' on this floor."

"Isn't that the name of their company?"

"Less smarm, Phil. Just stay here for an hour and look busy. I'll bring these big wigs through, you'll wow them with knowledge and efficiency then I can try and convince our big wigs that they are doing a disservice to themselves wasting you on requisition contracts. Deal?"

Phillip cringed. He'd hoped that her overly intense face would put his cock in its place but it just throbbed harder as if offended by the thought that anything less than vigorous self-ministration would sate its needs. Precum was making its way down his side, gradually overwhelming the fabric of his underwear and creating a warm pool against the taut hide of his ass. He had to deal with this. He was just glad he'd tucked his dick the way he did.

"Okay, lemme just hit the--"

"Look, just hold it," she countered. "You're my ace in the hole to keep our department from getting restructured. I know it's rough but I can't control how long old money glad-handing. I'm gonna try to make it quick but, worst comes to worst... Well, you got that new thermos the other day."

On that awkward note, the shark hurried off to the daunting task of herding rich, old men. The marsupial groaned, besotted by the terrible choice. He could either sneak into the bathroom and take a chance of incurring the full wrath of the toothy and stressed Clarissa, wait out this demon erection that hadn't flagged once in the last two hours or he could try to beat off at his desk and hope to finish before anyone got wise. His next few minutes, and quite possibly the rest of his career, were going to be determined by a battle of wills between Phillip and his penis. He didn't realize of course just how strong willed his penis really was.

He didn't like any of the choices. He couldn't stand the pressure anymore but he couldn't afford to lose his job. But, as a chronic masturbator, he had been developing a technique. A 'head massage' routine that might at least keep him from looking like the idiot that pissed himself. He already looked wet enough. He had to risk it. Phillip had to try the desk fap.

Now the struggle was freeing his indomitable boner without drawing attention to it. Phillip slid as close as he could to his desk before fumbling with his fly; the zipper seemed louder than it should should have been, augmented by the risk of being caught and the intense pressure looking for a means of release. The roo could feel his engorgement strain against each zipper tooth while he whipped his head back and forth in search of the certain danger all around him, filing TPS reports.

Finally, though, the bulge of tight fitted briefs spilled out of his pants, a swollen teste and the lowest inches of his shaft trapping the rest of his maleness just with their prodigious thickness. Reaching down with both hands, Phillip groped for the right angle to pry himself into a manageable position. He bit his lip to suppress a moan from the feeling of his knuckles kneaded into his full, pliant balls and his fingertips grazing the tender fold where leg meets groin. But after a brief eternity molesting his troublesome genitals he found purchase in his waistband and grasped the broad core of his meat.

The kangaroo hesitated for a moment, rethinking his decision. He could put it all away. He could act like a civilized adult and summon the willpower to wait. He could even still venture a run to the restroom. There had to be a safer option. But lust clouded his judgment ; the cozy heat and the familiar wetness in his grip compelled him.

One last pull unfurled the ten inch cylinder of throbbing demand under Phillip's desk. The musky scent of his sex was too strong, wafting quickly to the kangaroo's nostrils. Swiftness was key. Fingers slick with liquid arousal slid up his length then back, peeling back the hood clinging from his tender tip. The smooth bell, stroked by the the loosely pursed lip, spit up a sloppy bead so heavy he could feel it stretching down to the floor. He hissed when the viscous strand broke and whipped back against him like a gentle lash of silk, then stopped, paralyzed with the fear that someone might investigate. His eyes locked on the entrance to his cubicle and he waited but the moment passed unperturbed and his nerve returned.

His thumb found the head of his shaft and pressed firmly, the prepuce tucked into the folds of his palm and his forefinger writhing against the tensed frenelum. It was a high efficiency grip that made even simple circles with his thumb into an enveloping sensation as his muscles worked in tandem over their well targeted areas. Phillip fought to keep his breathing even as he worked his fingers around the swollen bulb of pleasure fighting back with lavish bolts of delight. His eyes tried to shut and his thick tail thumped the floor behind him but the roo grasped his computer mouse in a gesture of self discipline and forced himself into the motions of working.

The fear gradually turned to thrill as his coworkers went about their tasks indifferent to the scent of cock masked by the milieu of coffee and toner. The marsupial wished he'd put something down to catch the rain of precum soaking into the carpet under his desk but he was getting close. He was going to make it. He turned his thumb on the delicate slit at the end of his dick and swallowed a groan as he planned his climax. It was going to be big. They always were but as he felt the pressure build up in the lowest part of his gut he knew that this was going to be close to spectacular. He couldn't just let it stain everything. There was no denying the scent of that much cum.

Then Phillip eyed his thermos. It sat empty and glistened cleanly in the florescent lighting. There hadn't been time to fill it and now it was waiting innocently woefully unaware of the snap judgment it's owner had made. The roo snatched the poor thing out of his bag and unscrewed the cup and the cap desperately before dropping the shining canister into the darkness between his legs. He needed release. He needed now. Clarissa's voice carried over the cubes in a clear warning that their new bosses were starting their tour. It couldn't be helped.

He beat. Fast and furious. The juice that had run down his fingers made a muted 'schlck' noise to match the soft 'paff' of skin against skin against fur while panic set in. Stroke after stroke didn't seem to bring him any closer to climax. Maybe the pressure had gotten too high. He swore to the void and to his dick and anything else that could hear his thoughts that he'd get up an hour early every day for a good long wank if he could just hurry up. He could feel the edge just there. The voices were coming closer. But he couldn't go over it until the very last moment.

Phillip grunted despite himself when orgasm crashed into him like a brick wall. He closed the mouth of his container to the wide tip of his cock and fired his deluge of cum. Each blast thumped dully against the base of it, filling it salvo by salvo with hot creamy batter. He felt like a cannon was going off in him as the rich perfume of semen slipped around the not even water tight seal of his his dick and thermos followed by gooey streams overflowing down the underside of it.

The last shot dribbled into a sticky white spot on the floor while Phillip scrambled to shut the cap and get his cock packed away having insufficient limbs to both at the same time. However by the time he negotiate the first, his cubicle was surrounded by a trio of his superiours.

"You okay, Phillip?," the shark asked pointedly. "You're making some odd noises."

Phillip calculated on the fly while he stammered. "Uh, yeah. I... I dropped my... thing," he finally managed, not scooting an inch away from his desk to tuck his partially coated container away, sticky side against the fabric wall. "What can I do for you, Miss Clariss?" he added in hopes that a casual air would create a casual state of mind.

On either side of her, two quite jovial-looking, be-suited men smiled, though Phillip could only guess they were amused by his flustered panting. The vulpine on one side seemed to know exactly what happened while the buffalo peered around as if looking for evidence. But the female between them took charge of the moment and steered away from the uncanny blend of scents in his cube to the work pasted across his screen under false pretenses and Phillip dove head first into their walkthrough of his work.

His mind though was still locked on his crotch. The damned thing was still naked and still stone hard. The kangaroo shifted and spun subtly to keep the extinguishable font out of view. It proved difficult but, by all seeming, they left without incident save a clap on his shoulder. The second they were out of sight Phillip scrambled again to pile his dong back into his pants, confused now by how he got it out with all the trouble it was to put away.

After a moment he gave up and readied himself to work despite it, after all, he had just masturbated right in the middle of work, got half caught by by his old boss and his new boss. There was nothing more his cock could do to to embarrass him. He was well past morning wood status and now there was more than half a liter of jizz staying warm in his...

The thermos had disappeared. Just a crescent of semen on his desk and dark stains on the wall above it. One of the investors must have taken it. This was bad. He was going to canned anyway. Phillip stood in a panic, smacking his dick against the desk with a cringe, then reassembled his clothes to tuck his throbbing pulsing meat against his belly and set off after them. But they were too far gone. Nowhere to be seen and probably off on some other floor, debating whether or not to press charges for indecency.

If he was already doomed, the marsupial figured, he might as well actually enjoy an attempt to quell his rogue penis. His thoughts drifted to the commercials for ED drugs while his feet drifted toward the nearest bathroom. He didn't feel light headed or tight chested but the thought worried him. Though a quick logic computation was enough to calm him back down. Someone would have had to slip him a little blue pill in his sleep and there was no motivation for anyone to do that. He could masturbate at the drop of a hat. He just proved it well beyond any rational doubt. He didn't need anything to show someone a good time. Even in his sleep.

So he just he slipped into the bathroom, promised himself he would see a doctor anyway if wearing himself out didn't do anything to solve the problem, and slammed the partition door for the big stall shut behind him. He took his time fumbling with his belt and pants letting a wave of relief wash over him while he settled onto the toilet seat cover and wrapped his hands instinctively around his cock. For the first time that day, genuine lust filtered into his arousal, as he reacquainted himself yet again to his companion.

Little blasts of precum coated his helmet, ruddy, almost purple, with anticipation. The glistening streams oozed slowly down his shaft follow the subtle rise of his veins into a pool in his crotch. The immense girth, only an inch shorter around than the proud ten inch length would have been a bit too much to handle but Phillip had a lot of regular practice. Most days, three or four times a day. He used each grip to keep the excited flesh from jumping out of control.

Phillip sighed and wriggled his pants the rest of the way down his legs then wiped his slick fingers on his thighs one after the other so the mess doesn't get too out of control. No amount of practice could mitigate the amount of juices he produced. As he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed his tie over his shoulder, a voice in the back of his mind figured he should probably stand and use the toilet to handle his copious load. but as he hung his pants on the hook, the rest of him knew that this was more than an office bathroom quickie. If he still had a job when he was done he would fake sick and if not then he had all the time in the world.

He rolled his foreskin back and forth slowly just to watch his crown emerge again and again. The kiss of his hood against his turgid helmet sent a shiver through him as he stained his undershirt with copious spurts of pre across his chest. Phillip allowed himself a pleasured sigh as his fingers worked his natural lube into a smooth, warm lather, coating himself thoroughly enough to hump his own grip and making the soft squish of flesh on flesh fill the stall with a gradually quickening pace.

The marsupial's mouth watered as the scent of his own sex diffused through the air. His Pavlovian urges bent him over, curling his lean body closer to the pulsing pillar of sex until he could lavish himself with a slow lick. The texture of his tongue sparkled across his thick cap, dragging and folding around it in the most exciting way. His hips stopped to let him tongue bathe his shaft but his hands kept sliding along, milking out the sweet nectar of it into his mouth. The tip of his tongue flickered to tease his slit and under the rolling foreskin until he was close enough to gum the delicate flesh, tugging on it tenderly. Then, with a straining groan, he welcomed the whole crown into his maw.

The spiced flavour of flesh dominated the roo's mouth while his balls rose up, ready to spill another load. The sound of his sucking spilling into the rest of the bathroom while he struggled to stay wrapped around it and the sounds of his lips smacking greedily echoed off the tile. He moaned into his own meat each time he tongued under the hood, hungry for his own wad but eventually his back ached and his jaw couldn't handle anymore of the fat, swollen bell. So he begrudgingly unfurled his body and, as if the tension in his spine was the only think holding it back orgasm rocked through his body.

More full and overwhelming than before but so much less blunt, it came in rolling waves linked to the wild gushes of hot seed. The first splattered in Phillip's face but he aimed it across the wall while he protected himself from drowning in the rich, potent flavour of his own pleasure. The thick pearly cords oozed in viscous rivulets to the floor while ricochets painted sloppy, white stripes in a chaotic fan threatening to soak his hanging pants.

The smell was warm and fogging, a potent cologne of sex and fertility that only augmented his intense finish. The feeling was almost too keen as the sheer volume of his release proved too much. His last session was surpassed quickly as if he had a whole gallon his body was desperate to be rid of and as the stripes melded together into a gooey white sheet it became apparent it did. The constant barrage of cream dripped down to the floor spreading into a sticky lake that forced Phillip to lift his feet to keep from it seeping between his toes but as his body shifted, so did his aim, blasting him again in the face before he could adjust to paint the opposite wall.

It went on much longer than he'd hoped, sapping his strength and his will until it tapered off leaving him a panting mess. He sat, recovering for a moment before the inevitable urge to get himself cleaned up took over. Unthinking, he left the stall half-naked and still hard, his tumescent companion slinging the dregs of his orgasm this way and that on his way to the sinks. He wiped the cum away from his eyes first then gathered up a few paper towels to dab hopefully at his tie for fear that the stain might spread or set in only to realize how little he'd been paying attention when a stall door snapped open behind him.

The roo stopped sharply, paralyzed by the sight of a familiar vulpine smiling at him in the mirror. The investor was a little man, appropriate for a fennec, but he walked with a perfectly self assured air as he approached the sinks. A long moment of silence passed between them as he placed Phillip's thermos on the counter.

"I really hoped that was you. Phil, isn't it?" he insisted with disarming mildness. "My partner snatched up your DNA and I wanted to make sure you got it back. He can be a little rude some days."

"My DNA?" replied Phillip incredulously, his terror melting enough into confusion for him to look the investor straight on.

He was older than he seemed at first glance, but not by much. His vaguely androgynous features were handsome in a sort of mundane way, like the sexy 'guy next door' or a young dad. But mostly other than a well chosen suit he would have been unremarkable had they not been standing together, one half-naked, in a public restroom talking about semen.

"Yeah, your thermos. He's kind of an old cum slut but he's perfectly harmless," the fox explained while he shrugged off his his jacket. "You look like you're having bigger issues than that though. I guess it is the time of year for it. I have a buddy who's, basically, just a fuck machine between March and July. He loves it but it complicated his work. Now though, he's found his niche and he's thriving."

It was so bizarre to hear such a incongruously sexual comment from someone dressed so professionally that the kangaroo didn't notice the hand reaching for his still bloated balls. It wasn't until he'd copped more than a good feel that Phillip, took a step back, more confused than offended. The executive seemed completely unphased though, instead just undoing his own slacks and fishing out his dick.

On such a short figure it looked enormous, but once he closed his fingers around it it fell back into scale. It might have been generous to call it eight inches but it's bold curve and beautifully fair skin were still an enticing sight. The whole thing still seemed too strange to Phillip to take it in sexually but his unrestrained cock surged as if it had a mind of its own.

"I know this'll sound, probably, nine kinds of weird but it's just how things are back home; it's hard to turn it off when you live this way for ten years. Anyway, I think you're a sexy guy with a pretty dick and I want to take a stab at calming you down a little."

Phillip stammered dumbly. This was the the most blunt and blase advance he'd ever heard. He tried to summon a response but when the words wouldn't come, a hand pressed on his cum-stained chest, guiding him quite gently back into the musky, jizz-coated stall. Once the door was shut, the fox wriggled out of his pants, leaving them in a pool just to the side of the white and rippling pond still spreading slowly from the drips from the wall. The roo slowly surrendered to his fate. His cock wanted to do it and so did the fox. It seemed like he wasn't the only one fully on board, and again the realization came that if he was doomed he might as well go all out with it.

Then he noticed his thermos in the fox's hands.

"Hopefully this is fresh enough. I like my lube gooey." His voice only then tipped into luridness as he unscrewed the cap and poured the preserved spunk directly onto Phillip's over enthusiastic length.

The fox smiled enthusiastically while the roo stared dumbfounded by the investor's strange tastes. But the clinging warmth made idea crystal clear: smooth and rich streams oozed along his taut skin only to be smeared and lathered across it by small, nimble fingers. Quick pumps ensure that every last inch was coated before he turned, flicking his tail up and running the creamed digits around his winking hole.

Phillip was mesmerized watching the lustful executive lube himself up with the bright white ejaculate, parting the little ring to spread it inside himself too. His body started to move on its own, reaching tentatively for nicely flared hips then guiding his needy phallus to the spooge lined part between his cheeks.

"Don't be timid," the fennec insisted. "Go for it. I'm not fragile... Unless you don't want it, that's fine--"

"No," Phillip interrupted simply before wedging his fat tip against the smooth, gooey entry. Despite the encouragement, he took it slow, careful not to overdo anything with his size. He sunk into the strange man inch by inch. A low purr filled the stall as their bodies fit together with ease in the dense, musk-laden air.

Once they were down to the root, though, the vulpine couldn't wait anymore. He rolled his hips aggressively and flexed his passage to milk the roo's cock, setting the pace himself and coaxing Phillip to pick up his speed to keep up. Their hips slapped together wetly, threads of churned semen making a sticky web. The fox braced himself against door with one arm while he groped for Phillip's tie, taking complete control once he had it. It suddenly became a rein, urging the roo hold him tighter, to work his fat dong fiercely and hold nothing back.

Time and space seemed to narrow almost completely to the two of them for the marsupial as they fucked, their wild rutting shaking the partitions. To his mind there was no risk of discovery, just an eager man with a warm ass urging him to pound fast and hard. Quickly, the roo felt the fox pull tighter on his leash and his ring clench more intently around his shaft until a bright, hedonistic moan echoed off the tiled and the last clean surface was sprayed with a burst of fox seed. The sudden pressure and the oppressing heat of the vulpine's little body slowed Phillip down to a grind but when he tried to back off his tie turned lead spurred him on, splat after sloppy splat until he hit the edge.

The roo threw his hips hard enough to finally break the unfortunate latch as he came. The door swung open, depositing the pair across the floor as heavy gouts of cum flooded the fox. They stumbled clumsily together until they caught the sink counter and Phillip could continue to empty himself unhindered while the fox finished his own climax, firing his last couple of shots into the basin. Hot streams of spooge crashed into the executive's belly but the copious load was too strong not to wash back. Silky currents churned around the fat cock before escape as a dense cascade. Cum splattered both pairs of balls before oozing to the floor in yet another growing pool.

A sticky net of it dick batter stretched as Phillip's hips rolled in shallow thrusts to enjoy the exquisite sensation of peak grinding, the sharp sense of touch only half soothed by the roiling cum flowing around him. The roo came down slowly from his high but couldn't pull out until he was well finished. Another gallon, most of it pouring out onto the floor to the moaning delight of the fox it couldn't fit into, while they panted at each other in the mirror. But, in control as he was the fox turned his hips so he could see their profile then pushed Phillip back while he still had a few ropes to unleash.

They watched together as the waterfall of cum turned into a plume followed by thick rockets of the stuff flying up only to crash back down on the vulpine's back. They admired the sticky tableau together for a long moment before the investor turned around and straightened Phillip's tie, a bit mangled by its dominating use.

"Keep this under your hat there are going to be a lot of cutbacks," the fox explained as if his ass wasn't still dripping massive wads of cum onto the tile. "We're actually here to save as many high quality personnel as we can before the 'efficiency consultants' come in. I mean you have nothing to worry about but there are gonna be a lot of pink slips in the next month or so."

Phillip could only stare incensed. He was confused, still horny and starting to suspect he'd been party to some sort of sweaty quid pro quo. He moved to step away, to to center himself so he could do something other than gawk, but a soft grip caught him by the balls again and the fox dropped into a low squat and started to clean the layers of jizz off them. His courage faltered again, unsure if he was being manipulated or the exec just happened to drop into his favourite stance. Anything seemed possible in this perverted twilight zone of a bathroom, on this perverted twilight zone of a day.

"I'm... I'm not some slut trying to sleep my way to the top," Phillip finally declared as the swift, thorough cleaning made its way up his insatiable erection.

"Of course not, Phil," came the response between gulps and lip smacks. "This was just for me. You and that boss of yours will be indispensable once we move in. That has nothing to do with sex. I just didn't want you to worry when the restructuring starts. There's really only so much we can do to keep the department intact."

The fox finished with a kiss to Phillip's overworked cockhead then sauntered back to their stall to gather their effects. Phillip stood in silence, part of him admiring the still leaking butt and part of him unsure what was actually happening. The investor returned wriggling back into his slacks and handed the roo his own along with the much abused thermos before zipping his spent cock away and buckling his belt.

"Anyway, Thanks for a good time. I've gotta catch up for the next meeting though," the fox concluded as he pulled on his jacket. "Oh, and this is my doctor's card, he's an absolute whiz when it comes to male anatomy. I mean, just in case. That kind of fucking should have at least brought it down to a halfie."

Then he left. It was as simple and disjointed as it had started. Phillip turned the card over hoping for some hint, something to match the raunchy lascivious moment they'd had. Something. But it was genuinely just a doctor's business card. Glossy with a diamond shape with arms extending from the top and bottom points to make it look a bit like a cyclone followed by all the expected was to get in touch with a doctor. Phillip sighed and gathered his things stepping into his pants just before one of his coworkers opened the door.

"What the hell happened in here?" he asked perhaps more loudly than he needed to.

Phillip threw up his arms in defeat looking at the tent in his pants and the cum dried on his face. "I don't even know anymore. I'm going home and calling this doctor."