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-It Was the Bartender's Idea-

I made a quick inventory of my surroundings wondering just how I managed to get myself in this position again. There was a strong, and quite catchy, beat coming from three large speakers next to a low rise stage. I don't really come to gay bars like this that often anymore but, guessing by the drum set and guitar stands still on the stage, they probably had some sort of live music or karaoke in here for busier nights.

The lights were dim but it was by no means dark, especially for my feline eyes that have had more than adequate time to adapt. I snuffled a bit at the musky smell of the place, taking a quick inventory of all the individual scents I could pick out. The old wood and strong whisky scent coming from the bar in front of me, the scent of sweat and desperation that probably filled this place on your average Friday or Saturday night.

There were maybe a dozen or so furs scattered throughout the bar, not including myself or the bar tender. There wasn't really all that much talent in the crowd tonight, with the exception of the bar tender himself, of course. He was a pretty hunky husky, maybe... twenty six or seven. Not that I'm old or anything! Just one or two years older is all, nothing that would be considered awkward or inappropriate. Not that I'm really one to judge who furs find a good time in or even someone with something more long-term in mind.

I turned my attention back to my drink realizing that I had been staring at the bar tender husky for what could be considered an abnormally long amount of time. Of course one doesn't become a bar tender at an old gay bar without expecting to attract some kind of attention from the clientele. Although that being the general case in these cases the well sculpted canine didn't really seem like the type that would be tending bar in a place like this.

He was well put together in a classy black polo and a nice pair of almost cargo pants that appeared to both decently hide and accentuate his hind at the same time, almost mirage like. Not an article of mesh or an exposed navel to be seen. He did, however, have a piercing in his left ear, but not one of the ungodly spacers that seem all too popular these days. No, it was just quaint little silver ring through the top of his perky ear.

Maybe bar tender clothing standards have changed since my time in college. I guess employee dress codes have gotten just a little stricter since then. It's not like this is a strip joint or whore house or other establishment of that nature, but there is a pretty good understanding about what guys go to a gay bar for. At least the young guys, there probably are the older couples that do come here for innocent reasons such as wanting to have dinner and a drink in relative nondiscriminatory social comfort. And then there are the furs like me who just happen upon this place and figure they'll just drown there sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels and not remember anything in the morning.

I realized that my eyes had begun to drift again and I looked down at the glass in front of me, still full of the intoxicating brown liquid that I had not yet dared to try.

"Can I get you anything sir?"

I jumped at the sudden voice interrupting my thoughts. I looked up to see the blue eyed, ear pierced, manly smelling husky looking at me with a small smile painted on his muzzle.

I quickly cleared my throat in preparation to speak, "Excuse me?"

Seriously is that the best I could do?

"Can I help you with anything? Is everything okay with your drink?"

He still had that polite smile about him as he asked the stripe toting feline sitting across from him.

"Oh yes. Thank you." I sighed as I tapped the glass in my paw.

"So, what's a good looking tiger like yourself, doing in a joint like this."

I scoffed at his attempt at bad humor, "I'm... just waiting."

"Date stood you up, eh?" he had a green glass in his paw that he was gently polishing with a cloth around his belt.

"Not exactly," I said, "I'm not really sure what I'm waiting for, actually."

I might as well be running instead of waiting with all that seems to be happening to me recently.

"You just seemed a little lonely." He said, putting the green glass back on its shelf. "I get off in about ten minutes, if you..."

Oh my God. Was he asking me what I think he's asking?

"... if you maybe want to have a little fun later... I've got a place we could go."

I let the words sink in for a few seconds. I glanced back and forth between him and my drink a few times. I have nothing to lose at this point, not even my pride anymore, which went out the door with John by the way.

He just stood there and looked at me. Obviously he wasn't going to be going away without an answer. His ears flicked politely at me as I tried to come up with a suitably witty response.

"What gave it away that I might be up for a little... fun?" I said casually, giving him a look and smile from the corner of my eyes.

I took a quick swig from my glass and nearly choked from the flavor being something that usually isn't my drink of choice and nothing compared to a strong tequila or moonshine. I continued to give him the look fighting the urge to cough in his face that would have definitely ended this night before it even started. I'm gonna need another drink at this rate.

"Well for starters you came alone to a gay bar and order a drink that you don't even like and then gave the bartender the eyes for the past five or ten minutes."

Was I really that transparent? I could probably count all the times I've come here on one paw so it's not like he could have remembered my drink order. I don't really think I was staring at him that long though, a few glances here and there. It wasn't like I was drooling over the sight of his ass or anything like that.

"So?" I guess I kept him waiting a little too long while I was trying to think this out.

"I'm definitely up for some fun." I said, taking another sip from my glass and once again fighting impolite urges.

"Good. Just let me finish up a few things and go get changed so we can leave."

I gave a curt nod and took a sip of my rink as he smiled and walked over to the cash register and began typing in a few things. Cashing out or whatever they call it. It does make me wonder whether there are any regulations about a bartender hitting on the bar's patrons and propositioning a night of "fun" with them. Well drink servers need sex too I suppose, and I'm not really one to complain right now. It's not like he was some old toothless bear that could have just as likely tried to grab a piece of me tonight. I can't say I've ever picked a guy up by creepily staring at them before though.

Within a few minutes he disappeared through a door in the back of the bar. Probably some room with a big 'Employees Only' sign hanging on the handle where the staff changed and had lunch and coffee and all things of the sort in between shifts. Maybe a steamy locker room with tight changing quarters. There's only so many possibilities or the kinds of activities that could possibly go on in a place like that.

It only took a few minutes for the canine to reappear through the door way with a rather smug grin on his face. Probably from scoring a night with quite the big and sexy tiger. Another fur walked out of the door way trailing behind him, a fox slightly shorter than hi but still quite hot as well.

My eyes tracked the big and fluffy husky as he and the fox muttered few words between each other making him laugh loud enough for me to hear it clear across the room. Nice and masculine causing the fur on the back of my neck to stick up a little. I could see that he was now wearing some kind of blue button up shirt that showed his pecks off rather excellently. I must say that the sight did make me feel just a little bit jealous of the impressive chest sculpture.

As he got closer I pulled my phone closer to my chest and looked up at him not trying to be so obvious that I had been observing him. I doubt h would have minded though or he might as well have told me to get out instead of inviting back to his place for some no strings attached hanky panky.

He was quite the gentleman about everything though holding the door and asking if I found the car seat comfortable when I sat down. It was refreshing if a little disconcerting having someone treat me like this. I don't have much of the masculinity complex many guys have, but I've always had to be the man, so to speak, in most of my relationships. And that isn't really much to say in the first place since I don't really have the longest track record of exes and broken hearts.

The car ride wasn't very long and filled mostly with idle chit-chat ad things of the sort. This time I was quick enough to get out of the car before he could walk over and open the door for me. I don't really like to be waited on all of the time.

I took a quick gaze around at my surroundings. We were in a small carpark next to a short apartment complex. The golden light coming from the windows dotted the white concrete façade of the building. It was smaller than my own place but by no means was it rundown or slum-like in any way. Of course slums are few and far between in this city but believe me they exist.

A short walk and ride in the elevator brought us up to his floor and from there it was only a matter of steps before he stopped in front of a white door with the numbers 302 in big brass letters on the door. He fidgeted with his keys for a few moments before his furry grey paw managed to push open the door with a shudder and creak.

"Sorry about the door. I need to get the building super up to look at it." He said.

I didn't really see any problem with the door. Yeah it did sound like it stuck a little but it was winter. I decided to be polite anyway and said, "Its fine." To alleviate any of his concerns about my mood related to the door.

He flipped a switch illuminating the small hallway and I couldn't help but stare as his butt swayed while he walked. My tail was in agreement about the sexy behind, enthusiastically swaying behind me. His own tail only occasionally moving and flicked, he was probably focused on other things at the moment. Probably wondering what I thought of the smell of the place. Feline noses aren't as strong as our canine counterparts but they're still pretty strong. As expected his place smelled of a masculine canine, which I don't mind at all. In fact the musk deemed to help me get in the mood for what we were about to do.

His place wasn't very big. There was a kitchen and a small dining area which were combined into a small living are. There were three doors on the wall to my left. One undoubtedly led to a bathroom and another to a bedroom. The third probably led to a closet or other storage area.

"You've got a nice place." I said politely not trying to sound intrusive.

"Make yourself at home. Feel free to sit anywhere." He said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom and get ready if you don't mind."

"Not at all." I replied.

He gave a short nod as he entered the door that presumably led to the bathroom. I made a few more quick looks around the room, spotting a few picture frames on the side table. I walked over and picked one up that had the name "Seattle" in brightly colored letters at the base. There were five huskies in the picture, an older man and woman and three younger ones. Judging by the resemblance I would guess that this was my date's family picture, maybe I'll ask about his siblings later.

I heard a flushing and the running of a sink from the other side of the bathroom door and quickly put the picture down as if I was afraid of being caught doing something illicit despite the truthful innocence of my actions. I watched as the door opened and the husky walked out carrying his shirt and pants in one arm. He was still wearing a pair of plaid boxers that hung loosely from his waist. I stared at the beautiful curves of his torso and slight six pack right beneath his killer pecks. He certainly was a piece of eye candy when you got him stripped down. I can't wait to get my maw all over that fluffy chest and my dick certainly seemed to agree as it poked against the inside of my jeans.

I was practically drooling at the sight of the shirt and pants less husky until his voice brought me back to my senses.

"Feel free to use the bathroom to get ready if you want. I'll be in the bedroom when you're ready. It's just through this door." He gestured to the door and quickly walked in leaving me to my own devices.

My, wasn't he forward. I do like a man who knows what he wants and is willing to just get down to a good time.

I decided to take his offer of using the bathroom and I began stripping down to my underwear. I took a brief moment to relieve myself not wanting to have to leave mid fuck to take a piss. I took a quick look in the mirror before I headed out again. I wasn't as thick cut as the husky but I wasn't pudgy or fat either. I was lean and had pretty good curves and a decent six pack but not much more.

I quickly fixed the part in my head fur that had become sloppy through the events of the day. I folded up my clothes and placed them on the floor and made my way to the bedroom, after flushing and washing my paws of course.

I walked in to find the husky already laying on the bed with his small red tip poking out of his sheath already. I'm not sure what happened to the boxers but I am a little disappointed that I didn't get to unwrap the gift myself. Oh well I'll get over it.

"So," I asked, "how do you want to do this?"

He looked up at me, "Anyway you're comfortable with."

Great that really narrows it down. I did have a nice view of my ultimate target though. The pinkish red piece of throbbing flesh rapidly growing between his legs.

Now how am I supposed to go about this? I've never really had a one night stand before with anyone I didn't know. And in those times we were friends exploring ourselves and getting to know each other on a deeper intimate level. I... I guess I might as well just bite the bullet and get any awkwardness over and done with as fast as I can.

An idea popped into my head and a sadistic smirk appeared on my muzzle. The husky could tell it to as I slinked closer to him trying to act almost casually before I crouched down between his legs.

The scent of Canine musk hit me hot and hard sending a shiver down my spine as I breathed in the warm scent. The smell made me almost instantly hard with my barbs catching on the soft fabric as I moved about. Just the feeling that provided was enough to make me shiver and leak pre which was undoubtedly going to start seeping through the fabric soon enough.

I took a few seconds to gather myself and observe my prey. He was about seven and a half inches, comparable to my own but just thicker, which from my experience with canines tends to be the trend. I looked down to the base of his shaft to see his knot already at half-mast and growing. That would be fun to play with eventually.

I took a deep breath, lowered my head and stuck out my tongue. I began exploring his head shaft slowly and carefully. An act which he clearly seemed to enjoy thoroughly. He let out a few exacerbated moans as I continued rounding its blunt and pointy tip. I dug down to the slit to sample his pre which hit my tongue with a great salty and sweet tang that could only be described as pre.

I savored every drop I could while I teased his member with my textured organ. I felt a pair of paws brush their way through my head fur sending sparks down my spine. I returned the favor by grabbing his balls with one paw and caressing his thigh with the other. He thrusted into my mouth causing a slight gag and pause before I continued. I didn't think it would be this easy to get the wolf this close to climax but judging by his thrusting and moaning he was close. Real close.

I felt his paws grab onto my head and gently pull me off of him. I gave him a pouting face as he looked back at me and said, "Why don't we take this one step further?"

I grinned at the suggestion but didn't have much time to think about it until he was on top of me and holding me down. He began suckling on the pre stain off my underwear making very satisfied groans as he did. I threw my head back in one long groan of pleasure. But it was short lived as he pulled off my last vestige of decency, now soaked in a husky saliva and tiger pre combo that would be such a joy to wash out. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the tip of my cock before pulling back.

I saw him open the top drawer of his night stand and pull out a small metallic looking square packet and a clear cylinder. The sight of these objects made me wonder as to the husky's preference in bed. I'd be fine playing either role, I tend to be pretty versatile as long as that grapefruit near the base of his dick stays clear.

I didn't have to wonder much longer because before I knew it he was throwing the two objects at me and getting into a good and proper sub position. I wasted no time in opening the little packet and sliding its contents over my throbbing rod and coating it in a generous amount of lube from the bottle.

"How do you want to do this?" I asked, wanting him to be comfortable.

"Is missionary style fine with you?"

"Makes no difference to me." Okay I lied a little. I much rather prefer doggie style, but he was the one who asked me here and missionary does have its own charms. There is that nice feeling you get about having your partners legs around your hips. I can't really describe it any other way than I just feeling close.

I scooted forward to get into a good mounting position and he pulled me closer with his legs. I carefully positioned myself at his entrance and looked up at him as if looking for some confirmation before I went on with the act. I got his bright ice blue eyes staring back at me intimately which was my cue that he was ready for me.

I slowly bushed my thin tapered tip into his pucker, millimeter by millimeter. It wasn't too hard for me to push in and the warmth and tightness inside him made me shudder. It felt amazing. Being in him like this, slowly gaining ground until I finally stopped when my entire length was buried deep in the canine and my hips rested on his inner thighs.

It felt like I could just stay in him like this forever, but I have different plans for this evening. I slowly pulled out a few inches and watched as he made soft little noses and clenched his teeth as my barbs tickled his insides. I pushed back in causing a slight gasp from the dog which prompted me to repeat the action a few times before really getting into the sex of things.

My pace began to pick up and I began to thrust harder and harder pulling out farther and farther each time. His walls clenched around me, which was a very welcomed feeling, sending waves of pleasure through me with each thrust. He was panting with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I fawned over the long canine tongue for a few moments before I looked down at his own throbbing member and how it jumped with every impact my cock made with his pleasure spot. I watched the torrent of pre leaking from him making his member shimmer in the dim lighting and forming a puddle near its base.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer, but I wasn't going to finish myself off before he had been sufficiently pleasured. I was aiming for a cum spattered husky and God damn it I was going to get one!

I made a few well timed, and placed, thrusts into my heaving husky. The clenching I felt around my dick and the load barking moans from underneath me told me I had hit the bullseye. He was shooting his load onto his stomach and chest, one of his shots being powerful enough to hit him in the muzzle, a feat I've only been able to pull off once.

The scent of husky seed hit my nose pad and I couldn't hold out any longer. I bit my tongue and clenched my teeth as I fired away into the plastic sperm prison. His tight ass made my climax feel like pure ecstasy running through my body as I humped him hard and fast. With one last thrust I collapsed into a panting mess with his cum now seeping into my fur from the puddles it made on him. It felt warm and pleasant as his arms wrapped around my back and caressed their way up to my head as he pulled me into a passionate post mating kiss.