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Lewis keeps giving me these looks and I don’t know what to make of them.
We barely know each other. We’ve had a few shifts stocking together where we haven’t talked about much of anything at all. At least with the rest of my coworkers we eke out some conversation about previous jobs, about college, the banality of working at a big-box hardware store, you know, whatever. Lewis and I do not talk beyond a simple “hey, dude” and a “how’s it going?”
I thought the looks were insidious at first, like I hit his mailbox with my truck or stole his girlfriend or kept eating his food out of the break room fridge at first. Maybe that’s still the case, honestly. His gaze doesn’t linger on everyone else and it feels deliberate but not malicious.
If I knew any better, I would think he was trying to fuck me.
He knows I’m gay. The whole place knows I’m gay because of the bumper sticker on my car, so I’m sure they talk about it in the break room every day for lack of other things to talk about. Maybe he isn’t looking at my eyes but at my body, at my crotch. That would be fucking wild.
I can’t say Lewis isn’t attractive though – the dog has a great build and knows how to dress for it. He wears these belts that really emphasize how taut his waist is and how built his chest and thighs are. He has a great bulge. His jeans do a great job of both hiding and showing off his dick, so you’re always sure it’s there but it doesn’t look intentionally provocative. Or maybe I’m crazy and those are just the things a horny guy thinks about when he’s imagining his coworker is hitting on him.
Today, I’m stocking paint when I look over and Lewis is walking down my aisle. His lanyard taps against his chest and his bulge is of course looking great. I am on eye level with it right now. He’s again giving me the same look he’s always giving me, except this time he stops right next to me. I don’t want to say his bulge is in my face but with a slight readjustment his bulge could very well be in my face.
“Hey, Raul,” he says, gruff and low. That might be the first time he’s ever said my name. “How’s it going?”
“Good,” I nod. “Good.”
He doesn’t say anything but he remains standing there.
We’re locked in this for what feels so long.
“I’m gonna go take my break,” he says after realistically 10 seconds. “In my car, probably.”
That makes something in my heart start pounding – I can’t place why but I know it does. “Okay,” I respond. “Might take my break too, I guess. See you.”
“See you, man.”
And he walks off.

I give it a few minutes before standing up and walking out towards the parking lot. I don’t know what the hell is happening. I could totally be reading into this, and if I am I can just excuse it as the ramblings of a horny deer who hasn’t gotten any in a while, but I swear to god this means something more. I wouldn’t be walking out of the door right now if I didn’t think so. We don’t talk – I don’t know why he would tell me he was taking his break, I don’t know why he would tell me where he was taking it, and I especially don’t know why he would stand there with his bulge so close to my face.
I walk through the employee parking lot. I should have thrown my jacket on because of the brisk breeze but I pretty quickly spot Lewis’s car and start making my way towards it. I’m going to walk past it, I decide, and if something happens I will know. If something isn’t going to happen, I’ll just pretend I’m walking towards my car and I forgot where it was. No big deal.
I spot Lewis in the driver’s seat of the car and he is looking right towards me. I stick my hands in my pants pocket, look down, and continue forward. When I’m right next to his car I look up. He nods at me and smiles. He has never smiled at me before.
Everything in my body is telling me this is stupid, that there’s no evidence anything is about to happen and that I am about to look like a huge jackass in front of him, but I go to his driver’s side window anyway. And when I look through the window, his erect dick is poking out of his camo pants.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” I say.
“You wanna come in?”
I open the door and climb into his passenger’s seat.
His dick is gorgeous. It is nice and big and his balls are taut. He’s barely touching it with his left hand, probably enough to keep it hard without pleasuring him at all. You couldn’t tell that his dick was out from anywhere in the parking lot but the seat I’m in, and we’re far enough away from anything else that you’d have to be deliberately seeking the car out like I was.
I grab his dick with my hoof and make eye contact with him. He gives me a nod.
I give it a good lick, all the way from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. It doesn’t taste like much, although the smell is fucking amazing. Savory and velvety and a little sweaty. Grabbing the base of his cock, I begin to focus my attention on the head, working my tongue all around it. Lewis leans his head back, revealing his soft chin. Pushing myself over the console of the truck isn’t too comfortable but I don’t care. My scut tail wags like nothing else. Oh to have a dick in my mouth.
I have to open my mouth wide to do so, but I get it around his cock and start sucking just the head. Back and forth, back and forth, I quickly settle into a rhythm. “Oh, that’s fuckin’ good,” Lewis says. The words just drop out of his mouth without thought. “That’s very fuckin’ good.” He puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes down, coercing more of his cock into my mouth. The pressure against my mouth is such a distinctive feeling which I love. I run my tongue along it.
I jerk him off a little, too, keeping in time with the blowjob. There’s spit all over my hoof and my fur and muzzle, but he gives this nice, husky moan and I am not stopping anytime soon.
I want so badly to get his whole cock in my mouth, but I’ve never been the greatest at deep throating. That doesn’t prevent me from trying, though — I move my hand to his thigh, hold my breath, and push his cock deeper into my throat. I don’t know if it’s intentional, but Lewis helps by thrusting his cock a little and continuing to push down on my head. Focusing all my attention into not choking, I get one inch down, then two, then three, and suddenly my mouth is kissing the base of his cock and the whole thing is in me.
Shit. There’s a little tickle in my throat, and with that I have to pull my head back to get the whole thing back. I cough and spit drips down my chin (and down his cock, for that matter — the whole thing is covered in a thick sheen). I probably could have held my breath for another 10 seconds, but it doesn’t matter because of this intense pride I’m feeling. I just got this behemoth, throbbing thing into my throat and managed to maintain a shred of dignity coming out. His cock just sits there now — I need that back in me as soon as possible.
“Woah there. You alright?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Get your dick out, man.”
I pull myself out while he lifts up his shirt. His stomach is taut and flat but not overly muscular and his pecs look so soft to touch. Lewis goes to grab my dick and I grab his. The position is a little uncomfortable but we manage to make it work.
I look out the window for the first time since I got his cock in my mouth. Still nothing – just a still parking lot and a white sky. I can’t imagine my antlers poking into the space visible from the window was very inconspicuous though.
He begins to moan, which is how I know I’m doing it right. “Shit dude,” he says, “You’re good at this.”
Lewis has a pretty good handle of it too. I sink into my seat and feel the way his paw manipulates my cock. He’s got his paw pads in all the right places.
My breathing reaches its peak and I feel a warmth pulsating throughout my body. I shift his paw off of my cock and start to focus on him instead – I don’t want to cum right now. It’s good that he wasn’t far behind me. His cock starts pulsating, this intricate little dance between the movement of my hand and his body, and before either of us know it, he shoots a string of cum along my wrist and arm, all the way up to my bicep. Because of the way my hand is positioned, I don't get to see most of the cum shot, but there is a distinct wetness all along my arm. Cum begins to drip down his cock onto my hand until I'm basically slathering the stuff back into his fur, and some even manages to pour down onto his pants.
I pull my hoof off of his dick and rest it on his thigh. He takes in a couple of deep breaths. Holy shit.
“We have to get back to work,” I say, like that didn’t happen, like my dick isn’t pulsing ready to cum right in front of me. He sits there with his eyes closed for a few more moments. “Break’s probably over soon.”
“Shit,” he says. “Hey, there’s some napkins in the glove box.”
I hand them over and he cleans himself up. I stuff my dick back in my pants and we both, ironically, avoid eye contact.
“Thanks,” he says. “You’re really good at that.”
“Yeah, man. Yeah.”
“Uh… you wanna go back first? I’ll be in in a sec?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I step out of his car, dick still hard in my pants. I make no effort to hide it as I walk back. I cannot believe that just happened. I cannot believe I was right.
I suppose Lewis and I work together better than I thought. I smile to myself as I hear his car door shut and the doors lock behind me.