Meet Me in the Breakroom

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Nights were the most boring part of the job. Nothing happened on the outskirts of the city, particularly to some undisclosed warehouse that hung near the edge of the ghetto. All of the apartments out this far were decrepit and abandoned, not even the homeless would squat among their broken brick facades.   
 
  It was all a very cunning reuse actually, the epitome of hiding in plain sight, as the warehouse contained a large cache of military equipment that was meant to be kept out of sight from absolutely everyone. A makeshift command room had been set up, along with a breakroom nearby. A team of ten highly trained security guards patrolled the perimeter, dressed in all black and having powerful, concealed weapons that could take any intruder by surprise if they were implemented.   
 
  Six were out on patrol while two sat in the command room watching surveillance cameras and two were off duty. Through the night there would be a rotation of who was on and off duty, and in the morning a new team would take over to allow the nightshift some rest. They were hired by the military and had no official connection to the government, despite the fact that they were the ones that signed the checks.   
 
  While on duty there was nothing much to do, the facility itself did its job perfectly well and so it was often that the guards' minds would wonder. In particular one was of a muscular bull that had been feeling incredibly horny for the past two hours. And for good reason, he was about to go off duty at the same time as his close friend. It was set up perfectly and the two had been planning this for a couple days.   
 
  The job commanded too much professionalism, otherwise he would have went off into a bush and masturbated, but it was likely he would have been caught and the job paid way too well to risk it. In short, he resigned himself to blue balls and an erection that indented the thigh of his tactical gear.   
 
  The badge on his shoulder read “T. Rickter” his first name being Thomas. He was rather tall with broad shoulders and a powerful core. From over his face was a black stocking with holes for his horns, eyes, and mouth. He wore a bullet resistant vest that was decked out with equipment. On each of his arms was a gauntlet that spanned him from shoulder to wrist. It was these piece of technology that held all of his weapons, and also allowed for some strength enhancements as well.   
 
  Thomas had stopped walking on the south side of the building and turned to face the city. The horizon was alight with the bustle of the metropolis, even this late into the night. It was to be expected, he guessed. He slowly counted out 120 seconds before he began walking again, as per his instruction. It was right as he got to the end of his count that the radio fixed to his shoulder crackled to life with a voice.   
 
  “Rickter, Winston, you're off duty.” the voice of his superior demanded. The bull gave a sigh and relaxed his stance. About damn time, he thought to himself as he turned the opposite way he had been walking and bounded off towards the breakroom on the opposite side of the building. He was in excellent physical condition, and so he kept a quick pace as he approached the small building just outside of the warehouse.   
 
  He slowed and composed himself just before he entered, striping away his mask right as he came in through the door. Inside there wasn't much, the breakroom itself was like a barrack that had a couple cots, two sturdy tables, and a few appliances that were hooked into a series of electrical cords. Near the far wall and fumbling with a coffee maker was his friend.   
 
  Thomas took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The other man was a wolf that shared a similar body build and musculature as him. They had been very close for a number of years, for closer than most friends would be. A small stint as part of a mercenary organization was where they had become acquainted, and ever since they had stayed side by side for years.   
 
  On the wolf's shoulder it read “W. Winston”, his first name being Will. Will uttered a curse under his breath and slammed the coffee maker back on the table, frustrated that he wasn't able to figure out how it works. The lupine had stripped himself of his own vest and power gauntlets, their bulk heaped in a pile at one end of the table. All he was in now was a muscle shirt and black cargo pants that clung tight to his toned ass and thighs.   
 
  “You don't even drink coffee,” the bull chuckled as he approached. The wolf turned with a happy grin and shrugged.   
 
  “I should probably learn to like it at some point here. Guess I picked a bad time to go solo with it though,” the lupine replied as he turned to face his friend.   
 
  As Thomas got closer he eyed the coffee maker and quirked an eyebrow. It wasn't a new, fancy thing, it was kind of old and very simple. “Well, you're missing water, the coffee filter, and the coffee. Exactly everything you would need,” the bull said, trying his hardest to hold back a grin.   
 
  “Eh I never claimed to be the smart type,” Will said and shook his head. He then looked at his bovine friend with a smirk, his eyes traveling low to stare at that definitive bulge below the waist. “So uh, are you hiding a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
 
  Thomas laughed and brought his arms together, going about the procedure to unlock his gauntlets so that they could be discarded for the time he was off duty. “How about you find out for yourself? Either way I'm sure it'll be going in your mouth.” The wolf visibly blushed and shivered as he waited for his friend. It was true of course, ever since they met they had been secret lovers and often fucked around when they could get away with it. Now was such a time, and knowing the bovine's endurance, Will knew they should get started quick.   
 
  Just as he was requested, Will brought his paws out and began to quickly undo the front of the bull's pants. As he hastily unbuckled him and undid the zipper and button, he couldn't help but graze the rubbery indent of bovine dick. He shivered at the sensation, his mouth practically salivating.
 
  The bull's pants partially came down in the front, revealing his black briefs that were strained beneath his hard dick. Will pulled the hem of his lover's underwear down and suddenly became smacked across the muzzle as the huge bovine cock sprung free. The powerful smell of musk hit him soon after and his mind began to swim.   
 
  As if hypnotized, the wolf gazed at the throbbing, red dick with half lidded eyes and followed it with his nose as it hung in the air a couple inches away. As Thomas continued to struggle with his gauntlets, Will opened his mouth as wide as he could and began to move forward. The strong tasting tip pressed to his tongue and he began to take the throbbing pyre down his throat. He didn't bother to be slow or stop to take a breath, almost as if he derived some great physical pleasure from the thick shaft going so far that it bulged his throat a bit.   
 
  Will's enthusiastic oral caused the bull to pause in what he was doing and tilt his head back. A grumbling moan found its way through Thomas's slack jaw and his hips gave an unconscious buck. With no gag reflex to speak of, the only thing that stopped the wolf from going deeper was his lips suddenly coming into contact with the other's pelvis. With his nose scrunched up against his lover's pubes, he was able to take in another delicious breath of his musk.   
 
  “F-fuck, you are one hungry pup, aren't ya?” Thomas chuckled as he undid the last mechanical clasp, causing both gauntlets to drop away from his arms and leaving him in his tactical vest and a black muscle shirt. Thomas's pants settled around his ankles as he watched his lover nurse on that girthy manhood. The wolf began to bob his head back and forth, going at a nice slow pace. He held his maw open and just let that long dick disappeared down his gullet, not a single sound of protest being made.   
 
  The bull licked his lips as he watched, one of his paws coming around to grip the back of the lupine's head. Will stared up at the wolf with a big happy grin on his face. A fistful of his hair was taken and the bull's hips began to work back and forth against the other's mouth. Lewd slurping sounds filtered up from the wolf's throat, the happy expression on his face was like a loyal dog with his owner. Not like that was too far from the truth.   
 
  Thomas pulled his member from the wolf's mouth and tapped it against his nose. The entire length dripped with saliva, its wet surface glimmering in the low light of the breakroom. Will kept his mouth happily open, his fluffy tail wagging all around to show how happy he was to be the bull's cock slut. “Get up and bend over,” the bull demanded.   
 
  Without hesitation Will was up on his feet and swiftly went over to the long table at the center of the room and bent over its edge. His butt was pushed up, his tail whirling around like a cyclone. Thomas chuckled at the sight and came closer to the eager wolf. “Take your bottoms off,” the bull demanded. Will's paws went to the front of his pants and quickly undid them. When the buckle and button came loose he eagerly pushed them along with his underwear down to his ankles.   
 
  Thomas licked his lips again as he stared over that muscular, toned ass. When he came closer he reached out with both hands and spread his cheeks as far as he could, and Will tried to help by spreading his legs a bit more. A finger slipped beneath the lupine's tail and began to trace gently over his pucker. It was nice and tight, just the way the bull liked it, but lacking some lube.   
 
  The bovine dropped to his knees behind his lover and brought his face in close to the other's butt. The wolf's musk wasn't quite as potent as his own, but he didn't really care. He wasn't driven nuts by smells as the wolf was, but that was fine, it meant he could make Will go crazy when he would want.   
 
  With buttcheeks still held open, Thomas dipped his face in and held out his tongue. With one big slurp he drew the flat surface across the other's cleft, running against his balls, taint, and tailhole in one movement. Will shivered from the contact and rested his cheek against the table's cool surface.   
 
  The licking continued from there, long laps that gradually turned into asshole specific rapid ones. All the while he was getting his ass serviced, Will's cock was quick to push free of his sheath. It swelled to a fully erect state but bumped uselessly against the table edge. He never expected his cock to get used, as he was most often a submissive, so it was a pleasant treat to feel Thomas's tongue graze the sensitive, red surface.   
 
  A gasp and low moan emanated from the wolf when he felt the bull's lips seal around the tip of his canid dick and briefly pulled Will's length into his maw. He suckled for a few moments before releasing, leaving the wolf to whimper needingly but his please for release were ignored. Instead, Thomas rose to his feet once again. One a paw at the base of his cock allowed him to aim as he stepped closer, positioning his tip against the other's pucker. With his other hand he grabbed the wagging tail at the base and forcefully held it to the side so that it was out of the way.   
 
  With his weight easing forward, the bull's cock forced open his lover's ring, making the wolf cry out in ecstasy. “Ahhh fuck!” Will groaned and reached his paws out to grab at the other edge of the table. His hole strained to take the entire length, though he knew it was going to fit. It always did. Inch after inch drifted deeper to the point that Will could feel it in his stomach. He was panting hard and squirming his hips from side to side.   
 
  Best of all was that the lupine could feel the cock putting pressure on his prostate. It made his dick throb harder and begin to leak a steady stream of precum. Thomas let out a long content sigh as he felt his cock become hilted within the other. He paused and let the wolf's body heat envelop him, the way his wet insides clung to the surface of his manhood was a feeling he couldn't get enough of. Not to mention how tight he was, if he could never pull out he'd be perfectly fine with that.   
 
  However, time wasn't on their side. Thomas had an unusually powerful endurance, he could fuck for hours on end without cumming, which usually resulted in Will having a pained tailhole by the end of it. They only had an hour for break, and ten minutes had already been wasted.   
 
  Slowly, the bull began to move his hips. It started as a slow back and forth motion, but it was quick to pick up speed. He drew back to the point of almost pulling out and then pressed all the way back in. It was an exquisite motion that had the wolf groaning with lust. His prostate was naturally pressed against with every press forward.   
 
  Thomas's heavy balls smacked against the wolf's own smaller sack. Those heavy orbs were the size of oranges and just the sight of them would make Will salivate. The sound that they made was like a swift smack across his ass, accompanying the sound of their hips rhythmicly hitting.   
 
  Will's nails were digging into the table as the powerful sensations took over his form. His hips humped back and his hole squeeze, it sent tremendous pleasure through the bull but the bovine didn't hardly make a sound. Sure he would huff and snort through his nose, but he kept a determined expression on his face. Even as he thrusted, Thomas kept his back straight and both hands on the wolf's hips.   
 
  Things went on for quite a while, as the both knew they would. Thirty minutes into their fucking, Thomas had yanked Will's bottoms completely off and flipped him over. With his legs splayed wide over the bull's hips, the lupine brought his paw down to stroke over his raging cock, but it was knocked away in favor of his lover doing the deed himself.   
 
  Thomas stroked his lover's cock in tandem with his thrusts, both movements only increasing in speed. The smacking grew loud once again, but neither of them cared. Will was moaning out and howling like a bitch in heat, Thomas remained stoic as he watched the wolf writhe around on the table. The bull couldn't help but smirk as he pounded away, seeing someone not at all in control of their pleasured reactions was a rather cute sight.   
 
  With a low huff Thomas began to feel a familiar build develop in his pelvis. His heavy balls drew closer to his body as he thrusted and stroked the wolf's sloppy cock. He could feel Will's feet lock behind his back as he continued his rapid thrusting, turned much more so now within the confined space.   
 
  “Mmmh fuck...I'm gunna cum,” Thomas grumbled as he stroked his free hand over Will's stomach fur.   
 
  The wolf whined like a pup. “Oooh fuck, please cum inside me!” he groaned and tilted his head back. The bull gave a hard snort and shook his head a bit. The pleasure spiked rapidly and he grit his flat teeth together hard. With eyes clenched tightly shut and his own head beginning to tilt back, a bubbling roar came rushing from the Bull's mouth.   
 
  The wolf howled out as he felt the sudden rush of cum spill into his tight bowels. The hot flow soaked his prostate and he couldn't keep from climaxing as well. From his throbbing canid cock, a thick jet of jizz sprayed out and began to spatter over his own chest. The thick knot at the base of his cock was the size of an apple and the entire member was as stiff as granite. The long arcs of wolf jizz didn't stop for a while, even as he continued to stroke his lover's shaft and getting his hand covered in the sloppy, white mess.   
 
  Thomas's own cum took a while to ebb away as well. He stayed hilted as the last few globs of his jizz were deposited, and then he slowly began to pull back. Will was laying back completely still, his strong chest heaving with every breath that he took. The bull pulled his cum covered hand away and began to lick it clean in plain view of the other. The wolf didn't really see the act, his eyes were close and he was still recovering.   
 
  The bull kept his eyes trained on his lover, the whole sight coming off as rather cute which made him chuckle. When his cock pulled free of the wolf's backside there came a gush of cum from the gaped and well used hole. He watched it drip over the table's ledge and pool on the floor. He thought to get something to clean it up, but the radio on his shoulder suddenly crackled to life.   
 
  “Rickter, Winston, your break is over.” The two males froze as they realized what they meant and they quickly sprang into action. Thomas pushed his limp, sloppy cock back into his underwear before pulling them up along with his pants. Will was doing the same, though he was considerably quicker. In hardly no time at all they had become dressed and were going after their power gauntlets when the door of the breakroom came open.   
 
  In stepped a polar bear that was about the same size as Thomas, wearing the same equipment as them. He took one look at the two and made an annoyed face. “Your break is over, get the hell out of here!” he snarled.   
 
  “Calm your tits, Cain, we'll be out shortly,” Will snapped at him as he locked one of his power gauntlets on. The bear grumbled and walked over to the coffee machine and went about locating a filter and some coffee. The bull shared a look with the wolf and winked as he fixed the last straps of his own gauntlet, completing his combat ready ensemble.
 
  The two began for the door and stopped short as it came open, permitting a stout equine that looked every bit as intimidating as the rest of them. He gave a silent nod as he walked past them and went to join his friend at the coffee maker. Thomas and Will slipped out easily enough into the dark outside. Though there were few lights around, the two shared one last look before turning away and returning to their posts.