The Hole
Kiran stared at his phone screen, thumb hovering uselessly over the keyboard.
The last messages he had sent Farren sat there unanswered: a simple “Hey, when do you want to meet again?” sent a week ago, followed by a nervous “Everything okay?” three days later. Nothing. Not even a read receipt.
Another week had passed since then. He wasn't going to be pathetic and stalky. It's Farren's every right to cut ties, it was just a hookup not a relationship.
Kiran let the phone drop onto his chest and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. His thighs were spread wide on the bed, one paw lazily stroking his half-hard cock. He had really thought things were going great. The way Farren had looked at him, the way he’d held him, the dirty promises… it had felt real.
Apparently it was just the thrill of taking a virgin. Just a trim, fit, sexy fox used for his pleasure.
No, no, now he was being bitter. Kiran had used Farren too... he couldn't accept that the agreement was always a random fuck. It's just that Farren came back three times, took his virginity, and even hung out with him like they were close. Fuck. Fuck it. Whatever.
With a frustrated groan, Kiran kept stroking until his cock was fully out of its sheath. He closed his eyes and let the fantasy play out, Farren’s weight on top of him, that thick knot sliding past his ring with a glorious burn and pressure. His paw moved faster. The orgasm hit quietly, long streams of fox cum landing across his paw, his belly, and his balls. When it was over, the warm afterglow lasted only a few seconds before the emptiness rushed back in. He lay there, letting the cum cool on him.
He wanted Farren.
He wanted someone else’s body on his. Someone else’s cock in his mouth. Someone else’s hands holding him down. That last encounter, the aggressive dominance, the claiming, woke something in Kiran.
Frustration and loneliness curdled into something sharper.
Desperation.
A week later, Kiran stood in the dimly lit hallway of an adult bookstore, staring at an 8-inch wide hole cut into the wall at waist height. His pulse thundered in his ears.
Is this really what I’m doing now?
His paws trembled as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down just enough. He stroked his sheath until his pink fox cock slid free, already leaking. Gathering what little courage he had left, he stepped forward and fed just the tip through the dark opening.
A moment later, something warm and wet lapped slowly across his sensitive tip.
Someone was actually there. Waiting. Licking HIM.
Kiran’s breath hitched. He pushed forward a little more, then a little more, until half his length was through the hole. He even dropped his pert little balls through, letting them hang vulnerably on the other side.
The anonymous mouth didn’t hesitate.
Lips closed around his tip, the heat entering his slit, feeling like it was soaking into him, then the stranger took him deeper in one smooth motion. Kiran slapped a paw over his own muzzle to stifle the moan that tried to escape. The stranger sucked him with practiced skill, slow, wet, and hungry. The sounds were naughty, and the stranger was moaning as he sucked the fox. A paw pushed lightly on Kiran's balls, smooshing them against the wall on the other side where they hung over the lip of the hole, not painful. Likely the stranger just wanted to touch them, or stretch them for a better view of the cock.
The stranger’s mouth was scalding hot and impossibly wet, the tongue flat and broad as it dragged slowly up the underside of Kiran’s cock. Every slow suck made wet slurping sounds that echoed in the small booth. Kiran could feel the stranger’s spit already dripping down his shaft and over his balls, cool where it met the air. The gentle pressure of fingers curling under his sack made his taint tighten and tingle, sending little sparks up his spine.
This is so dirty… I’m letting a complete stranger suck me through a wall, Kiran thought, shame burning hot in his chest even as pleasure made his knees weak. And I’m so fucking hard it hurts.
The mouth pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting Kiran’s cock to those unseen lips. A low, amused voice rumbled through the hole.
“You a fox, boy? Those little whimpers sound like a fox.”
Kiran’s ears burned. He hesitated only a second before letting out a soft, needy whimper, exactly what the stranger wanted.
“Good boy,” the voice praised. “Keep making those cute sounds while I drain you. You have a nice cock, and these balls are cute.”
The mouth enveloped again, tighter and wetter than before. Kiran’s hips jerked as the stranger worked him over, tongue pressing firmly under the head while the strangers fingers curled under the bottom of his testicles and the finger tips rubbed at the fox's taint. It didn’t take long. With a muffled cry, Kiran came hard, shooting long streams straight into the stranger’s throat. The stranger kept him in his mouth the whole time, and it felt soo good to feel his own liquid pumping out, streaming out the way a fox does, and knowing... FEELING it be deposited into another's mouth. Someone who wants to swallow him and his load. This was a great idea, after all, he thought as the orgasm ebbed.
He pulled out shakily, cock still twitching, and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
Then a thick, red canine cock pushed through the hole from the other side.
Kiran stared at it for a moment, heart racing. His turn.
He dropped to his knees without thinking. The moment his lips wrapped around the stranger’s cock, something in his head switched off. He lost himself completely, sucking eagerly, bobbing his head, taking as much as he could while his tongue worked the underside in the same way that made Farren moan. The taste was musky and masculine. The stranger groaned through the wall, clearly enjoying the fox’s enthusiasm.
It was a slimmer dick than Farren's but maybe longer. There was a prominant vein on the underside that Kiran felt every detail of on his tongue. He held the wolf cock deep and pulsated it with tongue movements, then bobbed, using his mouth to create a lot of pressure on the shaft.
When the cock started pulsing, Kiran took the first heavy spurt down his throat, then pulled off and stroked the rest out with his paw. Thick ropes of cum painted his muzzle, his neck, and the front of his shirt.
The stranger muttered a quiet “Fuck yeah, that was hot,” and disappeared.
Kiran stayed on his knees, breathing hard, cum cooling on his fur. He should have left. Instead, he waited.
He had just pleasured the second wolf in his life, even more anonymous than Farren, even more shamelessly filthy... pure lust, pure desire, cumming through a hole in the wall down his throat. For a second he thought of the absurdness of working soo hard to be a good cock slut to a stranger who walks away with one sentence, but that again was the point... the wolf on the other side had surely done a great job with Kiran's cock in his mouth.
A new voice came through the hole a few minutes later, deeper, rougher.
“I’m straight, so I’m only getting sucked. That cool with you?”
Kiran’s mouth went dry. “Yeah… that’s fine.”
Well, he guessed that would still be fun. He enjoyed the act of giving head after-all.
A moment later, something truly massive pushed through the hole.
It was a horse cock, long, thick, and heavy with a flared end. Black with pink spots. The medial ring was prominent in the middle. No knot, no barbs, just smooth, veiny length. Kiran’s eyes widened as he struggled to even get his paws around it. Getting the heavy balls through the hole was a fight, but the horse managed.
He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up the underside. The taste was different, stronger, earthier, slightly salty. Kiran shivered.
This is insane… I’m about to suck off a horse through a glory hole. I never even jerk off to horse... I've found the size and shape unappealing and prefer canine...
But he soon found something he preferred way more than getting the exact type of dick he loves. Surrendering. Being needy, greedy, horny.
He took as much as he could, about half the length, and started bobbing. The horse groaned loudly on the other side. Kiran worked him with everything he had, tongue swirling around the medial ring, paws stroking what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He managed to get a lot of it past his gag reflex.
Horse sounds met him from the other side, and the horse started thrusting. Very powerful thrusts that made Kiran back off a bit so he didn't get the whole thing forced down his throat. He's not looking to get hurt, here.
Without warning, the horse came.
The first blast was so powerful it hit the back of Kiran’s throat like a punch. He gagged hard, pulling off as more huge, thick ropes erupted across his face, chest, and back. The horse laughed roughly on the other side while Kiran crumpled to the floor, coughing and gasping, absolutely covered in cum.
He lay there on the dirty floor, chest heaving, fur sticky and matted with cooling cum. It clung to his eyelashes, dripped from his chin, and soaked into the fur of his chest and belly. Every breath smelled like sex and strangers. His hole twitched uselessly, still empty, while his cock gave one last weak twitch against his thigh.
What the hell am I getting into…?
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