It's My Life
It was impossible to concentrate today.
His mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The bills had just come in today and that didn't help his mood at all. Not like he couldn't pay for them but just the fact that he wasn't employed at a decent job and his savings were dwindling down to nothing made him even more irritable. Grunting and slamming on the keys of his keyboard he finally decided to get up and go out. It was pretty late in the day and thankfully the sun was setting taking its scorching heat with it. Already dressed in an oversized white t-shirt and blue jeans he stood up, stretching his arms before turning off his laptop. Stepping from around his chair and then bending down and petting his dog, a pure black Labrador retriever, he grabbed his keys and wallet and headed for the front door.
When he was outside of his front door the blue and white fox/wolf hybrid let out a sleepy yawn then made his way down the front porch steps and out onto the street. The sweltering heat made his fur sweaty and automatically he regretted not bothering to put on any deodorant but who cared, not like he was going to be around his best friend today. His best friend was a female wolfess who lived a few minutes away but he didn't want to be bothered or bother her today. She was probably with her pups helping them with their school preparations and since he wasn't gonna be a help: why bother being a thorn in her side with his presence?
Instead, the folf put his paws in his pockets and then walked down towards the west end of his side of town. He had seen his brother today and had helped him with an I-pod he had found before watching the other go about his business today. Other than that, the folf hadn't done anything special though he had walked his dog, helped his mom with her projects she had in mind and then went to the store to buy some junk food and meat today. Thankfully he had some money left on his debit card so he could go and get what he wanted for this week and he had enough canned foods to last the rest of this month.
This was life for him; a mundane order of tasks done to keep boredom and the bills at bay. He did have a simple under the table paid job to help move antiques for people two days out of every month. So while things weren't bad and he wasn't out on the streets he wished some days it could be a lot better. Then again, it took too much effort to try and grasp for things that are only gonna be taking away. That's a rule life had taught to him really early when he had been young and watching himself having to leave his home because he couldn't do anything to keep it. He was too young to understand the concept of jobs, money, and financial debt and so on. These were the tools needed to keep something that you had to get from another person, especially a house, car, food, and so on...
Sighing to himself, the folf had to shake his head to keep the depressive thoughts from sweeping over him. He knew better than to let them swamp over him. He'd already tried to off himself in the past and if not for the fact that he had botched that so miserably, the fierce words of the woman who had told him, in a polite way, that if he ever did so again he would never leave that insane ward again. He had no time for that because if he wanted to be imprisoned against his will he might as well go and break into a store and trash the place. Same effect, honestly.
Growling and slapping his tail against his against the concrete beneath his feet, the blue and white folf grunted before sighing again and turning his thoughts to something else.
He needed to get laid tonight.
His tailhole tingled and his cock and sheath throbbed making the folf want to reach down and finger his ass right out in public. Just want to reach down behind his back, under his waistband and then slip a single finger between the cheeks of his tailbase. Being a gay folf boy was a tedious thing some days in a neighborhood that was unforgiving to those who were ‘different' and ‘out of the ordinary'. It didn't matter though, who cared about their opinions anyway? He didn't. He had lived with them for so long that at this point it didn't even faze him in the least. What did bother him was that incessant burning right under his tail. It was like his body was going into some kind of sexual withdrawal, probably because his fox blood was boiling in his veins.
Getting up into the busier part of town the folf looked between the supermarket across the street and then to the bus terminal on his left then decided to catch a ride to somewhere else. He wasn't dressed like anyone important right now but maybe he would ride to the wealthier neighborhoods and pick up a trick. Not that he ever done so before or needed the money but he did want the attention. He had heard about it being done before but he had never tried it. Just being a folf though, his natural foxiness should make it easy for him to gain the attention of a nice stud; maybe a wolf. He liked wolves since he was part lupine so no surprise there.
Entering the bus station, swiping his transit card into the machine and pushing aside the guard rail, the folf made his way into the heart of the terminal while heading up to the rail car. His tail bounced behind him as he thought about what he was gonna do and how much it made his loins throb in excitement as well as his rapidly beating heart thrum just a little bit harder. It was dangerous and really insane, but what hell? The worse possibility would be that he never came back home but his mom would make sure to take care of his dog. His pup would miss him but he could probably learn to forget all the same.
Stepping into the near empty rail car, the folf breathed in the stale scent of body odors, chemical cleaners, stagnant musk and other frothy scents that made him sneeze before sitting down at an empty seat. The few furs that were on board with him ignored him as the folf leaned back into his seat and slightly drifted. He'd make sure to get off at a reasonable stop somewhere downtown but for now all he wanted to do was allow everything he was feeling to drift away into the abyss.
Stop after stop after stop the rail car trailed along with the train's driver honking the horn ever few minutes. When he was halfway to the end of north line the folf growled and rubbed his eyes, getting up and then checking to see where he was.
Six stops past downtown and close to the ‘wealthier' neighborhoods. It was a place he knew he would never belong but he didn't care. He didn't have fleas or mange and looked half way decent with his fur cut evenly and his tail accurately puffed out like every fox's should be. That was all the folf needed to try and do what he planned for tonight. Getting off at the second to last stop on the line he knew he had no idea where he was but tried act cool anyway. Stuffing his paws into his pockets again the folf walked out of the station and then up the steps before going to the bus terminal.
Looking at the posted routes of each bus schedule he decided to get on the number eighteen which would take him to a large populace filled with bars and clubs. Unlike this side of town, the people seemed to be very...distanced from one another. Almost as if they were trying not to enclose in each other's space while back home it was common to bump, step, push, shove and all out crash into another fur; expected even. Here though, it was almost like some invisible force was pushing everyone away from one another. Now the folf was hoping he hadn't wasted two dollars on this venture when he could have gotten some junk food instead.
Catching up to the bus before it departed, the folf got on and swiped his transit card again and nodded to the bus driver before settling down. When the bus driver was ready to depart the large machine moved from out of the station and down the road.
Getting to the place where he figured would be the best chance for getting some quick, meaningless sex; the folf pulled the cord for the driver to stop and then thanked the female tigeress and hopped onto the pavement and then looked around. This part of town seemed like a foreign world with the bustling night clubs, closing businesses and still open restaurants. Deciding to look around before choosing which place he was going to venture into, the folf made his way through the streets with his paws stuck back into his pockets again.
The sky was turning black as the sun set below the buildings and then the moon shone to its brightest. Not wanting to be out for too long, the folf made a decision and walked into the bar, after showing his 23 year old ID card to the bouncer, which seemed to have the highest ratio of guys to females going in it.
Once inside the folf grabbed an unoccupied table and then began his search for someone to bang his backside out. The guys that entered into the place were all cool, suave studs but they seemed more like businessmen taking a day off more than average furs coming out to club tonight. Lifting his ears up, the young fur listened to the males as they talked about things that went right off the top of his head but he could assume it was about money when it was all boiled down. So far the few women who came in didn't stay long when they realized what kind of club this was and it made the folf smile some as he figured that with them gone he at least his chances went up to: a shot in hell.
As the night wore on with the DJ playing something between sleepy upbeat jazz and rhythmic rock the folf was wondering if he should just go outside and hang around the side of the building with his pants half off his tail. It seemed like his opportunities might go up right before someone sat down across from him making the folf jump up in fright. The fur who sat with him was just what he was looking for, except he was a dog; a German shepherd to be exact, with a nice build and some thick looking arms. The smile on the other male's face was really warm and inviting and yet there was a fainting ringing in the back of his brain that was going off when the sheppy looked at him.
"Can I help you?" The folf asked.
"Depends," The shepherd said smoothly, like wet silk.
"On?"
"How much you want for me to pound that ass of yours, puppy." The older male growled while rubbing his tail underneath the table across the younger folf's groin.
The folf blinked as he wasn't sure how to respond for a split second. A cold sweat rose from the back of his neck along with his scruff making him pant a bit. He wasn't a...that was when he remembered what he was here for and then something clicked in his mind.
"How about you take me into the bathroom and rape my tailhole, for free?" The folf said seductively as some of his own predatory nature kicked in. He was descended from wolves after all.
"Hmm, a free whore; must be something wrong with you." The shepherd said looking down on the folf as if were something dirty.
"Nope, just bored and horny, but if you aren't dog enough for it," The folf stated before bringing his paw up to make shooing motion. "Please go away so you don't scare away other clientele." The young fur commanded while looking around and seeing a large tiger who was leering at him while sipping on his martini at the bar.
The dog raised an eyebrow before growling in challenge and nodding towards the bathroom stalls. The young folf bobbed his head and got up first before sashaying his downy tail at the male then rubbing his tail tip against the other male's face before walking towards the restrooms. When he was inside of the restroom the folf looked himself in the mirror then wondered what in the hell had gotten into him. Predatory nature: he didn't have one! He was a city fur! The closes he had ever come to being predatory was when he was outside playing with his three year old Labrador. What the hell was he thinking?
However, when the door to the bathroom opened and the closed followed by a sudden click of the lock being turned, it was a too little too late for any contemplations. Turning his head, the folf watched as the German Shepherd prowled closer to him while taking off his shirt and then unzipping his pants before grabbing the folf around the shoulders and then hefting him up onto the wide counter with the folf's back against the mirror.
The fiery look inside of the older male's eyes was startling to the younger fur as he realized just what he had gotten himself into when the lips of the dog took his own. There were no soft gestures or caring maneuvers, this guy was gonna rape his butt hard and make the folf love every second of it. Pressing their lips tightly together, the folf reached out around his current trick and dug his claws into the shepherd's back underneath that well groomed brown fur. The dog grunted and snarled before breaking away from the young fur and then slamming the younger male's head into the mirror. Shaking free his pants, the German shepherd grabbed the folf by the back of his hand and bent the other in half so that the young fur's moist nose was right next to his turgid length.
The musky scent of the sweaty dog cock was heavy and filled up the folf's senses with little trouble. On instinct, his pink tongue rolled free from his lips and spilled out to coax the swelling member free of its furry house into his warm muzzle. The shepherd wasn't waiting for the folf to get ready for his shaft to fill and sink into his muzzle; instead he bent the younger fur down even more and smashed his groin into the folf's muzzle making him gag when his cock slipped between his cheeks and into his throat. The hard length of red maleness grew and grew as the folf's flailed his head around and swirled his tongue rubbed over it making the dog even more excited for his current conquest.
When the folf couldn't take anymore with the heavy shaft pressing onto his nose and the small ball of the German shepherd's knot rubbing over his snout he growled and pushed back against the dog's paw and coughed up a trail of saliva and pre from his lips. Grunting and almost hissing at the folf, the shepherd grabbed him by the throat, kissed the pup tasting himself and then spun the folf around on the counter angling the younger fur's tail upwards as he ripped a hole in the back of his blue jeans tearing the fabric away. When he had access to the treasure trove of the young fur's tailhole, the older fur bent down and sniffed and the pink muscle before chuckling at what his nose told him.
Not wanting to spoil his time with the almost virgin like male in between his fingers, the dog grunted and licked over the tight pucker making the folf shiver and moan as he looked at himself in the mirror and realized just what so many people found arousing about his fox like features. Reaching a paw up to touch the reflective surface as if to touch the seductive and sensual creature in front of him, the folf found his own image to be one of sexual deviancy with his full, pouting muzzle dipping with fluids and his smoldering dark, brown eyes at the sensations crashing through him.
He looked like a paid whore.
The German shepherd nodded in readiness after his tongue had sunken into the cave of the folf's tailhole and spread it open enough for him to slip a single finger inside. Just one of his digits felt like it was being gripped by a clamp and that was enough for him to realize he was about to have the best free ride of his life. Pulling his wet claw out of the younger fur, the older male hoisted his hips up to catch his slick, pointed tip in the shallow of the folf's tailhole. Shoving in with a single, unforgiving motion, the dog listened to the clenching grunt coming from the younger fur's muzzle as he took him without patience or amnesty.
Reaching out with his other paw to place them both in front his head to keep from smacking his head against the mirror, the folf automatically pressed himself as far back as he could into the shepherd's advances when the older dog speared him open and then pulled back out with the same bruising force. He was so hot that even breathing became unbearable and his body seemed to be getting even hotter. His constrained cock spilled out dregs of precum in his pants making a dark wet spot appear on his crotch while his flesh heated up and began to sweat turning his heady scent into a heavy dew of male stink.
The shepherd leaned forward to smell that stink as he grabbed onto the little whore's hips and thrust home and then pulled back and snapped them forward again rocketing the folf boy forward into the glass. His cock had been pent up for too long and as it claimed the younger male he made sure to drive home the fact that he was taking the younger fur without mercy. Another sharp thrust and the younger fur grunted and moaned before rolling his head around sometimes rubbing his cheek into the sheppy's cheek in a mock nuzzle. Growling and biting harder on the folf's neck the shepherd made his hips dance forward and his filling knot kiss the backside of the folf's anus. He wanted to dominant this boy and then leave his mark deep inside of the younger male so that he would remember his first real fuck every time another male took him. The thoughts and feelings of those squeezing muscles made the sheppy moan while sinking his fangs deeper beneath the fur of his conquest skin tasting the warm dregs of crimson blood on his tongue. Everything about this folf was delicious and he wanted even more.
The young fur was in ecstasy when he rubbed his groin into the mirror leaving a smear of pre onto the surface along with his scent and panted hard enough to fog up the reflective surface. His claws scraped into the glass making it shriek, going unnoticed by the duo as the shepherd rammed himself harder up the folf's tailhole and close to his guts. Back and forth, the dog rammed the other without mercy and made shouts of praise spill out from between the young male's lips as he pushed back close as possible into his stud's thrusts.
Unable to control himself, the dog found his knot locking them together sooner than he would have liked with the folf's body sucked him in preventing him from pulling out without tearing the other, not that he would have cared but it would have ruined the sexy look of euphoria in the folf's eyes as the sheppy looked at him in the mirror. Settling for force rather than finesse, the German shepherd made fast and furious thrusts into the younger male's back while his fangs kept the other looking at himself in the mirror.
The two faces staring back at each other were an odd mix of savage beauty and unrelenting lust. The burning eyes of the dog met the glazed vision of the younger folf's and before long the two became one when the dog gripped as tightly as he could into the folf's hips and rammed his knot as deep as he could up the slut's tail. Balls pulling up, a flood of cum ran into the folf's body making him see stars as his prostate was stroked by the heated liquid. Cumming into his own pants, the folf had enough time to look down and see white pouring free from his jeans and onto the counter before he dragged his claws even further down the mirror as he was swallowed up by everything he was feeling.
Blinking open his eyes, the folf realized that he was alone in the bathroom and he was sitting down on a cold toilet lid. Wondering how he got there he tried to get up before his aching tail base made him sit back down. Looking down, the folf found that he wasn't wearing the pants he came in but instead he was in an oversized pair of brown pants. Wondering what the heck was going and grunting in pain, he felt something wet right under his seat and reached back to pull it out from under him.
When he did he found a crisp one dollar bill staring back at him almost mockingly. Snorting and cursing the cheap ass shepherd the folf almost balled the bill up when he noticed something; on the top of the piece of currency was a name and a phone number and below it was a message scribbled by a sharpie:
B. Ashmore.
867-650-9913
Tomorrow Night
Raiders on 15th and Peachtree
Be there...little slut.
Somewhere, in a condo looking out over the glimmering city a muscular, naked German shepherd was sniffing and licking a pair of soggy, torn pair of blue jeans while rubbing over his half hard cock as he smirked to himself.