| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t“Hey kid, what the hell are you doing?” The deep male voice startled Skye back to reality, who suddenly felt like ice water had replaced blood in his veins, a pallor doom washing over his face. He’d actually gotten caught. Two men stood before him, wearing only fundoshi, and carrying their gym bags. The first man who’d spoken was a tall, fit canine of some kind with a creamy orange fur that transitioned into deep browns and finally white at his extremities. He’d never seen a coat with coloration like that before. The second man who stood beside him was a white fox, about the same height as the first man. They seemed to Skye to tower over him like skyscrapers. He felt an inch tall in this moment. A deep crimson spread across his flustered face as he stared up at them. He felt so embarrassed that his mouth seemed unable to function. “I… I…” Skye stammered, sheepishly trying to hide his erection by pulling his tail between his legs. “You could get in a lot of fuckin trouble for this,” the first man growled. His voice was deep, coarse, and rocky; a gravel pit that chain-smoked. If Skye weren’t terrified of the trouble he had suddenly found himself in, he couldn’t help but think of how much he’d enjoy hearing that voice snarl his name into his ear. And there was something else there; something tickling beneath the surface of his tone that Skye could feel but not understand, certainly not while feeling so startled and afraid that he’d be scared of peeing his pants were he wearing any. Instead, he felt faint, looking to both men as though he’d just seen a terrifying apparition. The second male, however, let the sternness in his demeanor and across his face melt away until he was grinning down at Skye. “Relax, kiddo. We won’t tell anybody. Will we?” He exchanged a knowing look with the first man, whose inscrutably severe expression broke into a smirk. This second man’s voice was smoother and higher-pitched than the other man’s. If the first’s man voice was like gravel, the second’s was like silk. It was so smooth it felt reassuring to listen to. “Yeah, I guess we can forget we ever saw this, and keep it just between us.” Skye gulped. Was he really going to get let off the hook? He looked back and forth between the men, and as his panic began to subside from their reassurance, he picked up on a different energy they now radiated. That something else from the first man’s voice came through stronger now. “As long as we get to join you,” the first man added. Skye’s face still burned with embarrassment, and he sat for a moment in silence, his mind racing through possibilities as he considered their bargain. He realized he enjoyed the feeling of having been caught jacking off by other guys who wanted to join in his thrill-seeking exhibitionist desire to cum in public while the risk of getting caught hung over them. After all, as much trouble as he'd get in, how much more trouble would a couple of adults be in for getting caught jacking off with a kid in public? They were as much into taking risks as he, apparently, was. And, if he was being honest, the idea that these two men might want to join him in communal masturbation and watch him get off, well… that was really hot. “O-ok,” he said sheepishly. His tail drooped out of the way, and it took no time at all for his cock to spring back to life, ready to pick up where he’d left off. He wrapped his paw back around it and started stroking it again, cheeks burning brighter as the two men watched. Maybe getting caught wouldn't be so bad after all...\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t