[center][b]Wet Help[/b][/center] [center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center] “Hey.” As a rule, one doesn’t expect to be addressed in the library restroom. Jeremy wasn’t, at least. The jackal glanced over despite himself at the bobcat standing at the next urinal over, and looked away, trying to concentrate. Clearly ignoring the feline was the right move. He’d just been mistaken for someone else by a guy with no boundaries, that was all. Except apparently it wasn’t. “Hey, dude?” “What?” Jeremy snapped back, annoyed. “You’ve, eh, been standing there a while.” “So what?” His cheeks flushed under his fur. Jeremy was a little bit piss-shy, finding it hard to let go in a public water closet. The bobcat hadn’t been at that urinal when he came in. Having to acknowledge that he had been trying to go for long enough for the guy to come in and notice didn’t help. “…Can I help?” “Huh?” He looked back at the bobcat uncomprehendingly, eyes locked for a long moment before he remembered that there were few things more awkward than making eye contact in a bathroom. Jeremy went back to staring at the wall in front of him while he tried to figure out this puzzle. “How the hell would you ‘help’?” “I mean…” In Jeremy’s peripheral vision, the cat scratched at his neck self-consciously. “Maybe I could, sort of… do the aiming for you?” This didn’t make any more sense to the jackal than the first question. The dude next to him wanted what now? “Are you saying you want to, um.” Jeremy looked down at the sheath between his legs, held between thumb and forefinger and pointed at the urinal porcelain while he held up his jeans with the other hand. “Hold onto my junk while I piss?” “Y-yeah.” Still did not compute. “Uh…” Jeremy looked around the empty restroom. Clean white tile, three urinals (3-2=1 unoccupied), two toilet stalls opposite them, three sinks back toward the door on the right, no obvious hidden cameras or any other explanations. Empty except him and the bobcat. The cat, in his red flannel and tan denim pants, was pretty muscular. Broad shoulders. Good looking. For some reason that was a deciding factor. “Ok.” Jeremy had no idea why he said that, but by the time he figured out what it meant the bobcat had stepped behind him and it felt too late to take it back. The cat reached arms around him in a huglike gesture, gently removing the jackal’s hand from between his legs to replace it with his own hand. “O…kay.” Jeremy repeated, stupefied, mostly to himself. “So, eh, do your thing.” The cat’s voice could be felt through his chest where it was close enough to brush Jeremy’s back. “Oka- s-sure.” The jackal stammered. This felt different when someone else was doing it. The pressure pressing his sheath forward was fractionally different, the angle at variance with habit. How did this work again? His bladder was full, so it should be easy, but it was never easy away from home, and right now he couldn’t seem to find the controls for any of the muscles down there. “…Are you gonna-?” “Don’t rush me.” Jeremy snapped. “Okay dude. Take your time.” No pressure or anything. His jackal ancestors had surely strutted everywhere marking their territory like the champs they were. Nothing to it just lift a leg and let rip to say this bush was yours. And Jeremy couldn’t do it into a nice clean urinal with someone else doing all the work and- The bobcat interrupted Jeremy’s internal monologue. “Relax, you’re all tensed up.” “How do you know?” “…” Stupid question. He could feel it. Like Jeremy could feel the cat’s breath on his ear, or that one coffee too many pressing on the inside of his bladder. Jeremy screwed his eyes shut and forced his lungs to take in a deep breath. Let it out. Inhaled. Let it out. Inhaled. Let it out. The first of the stream spattered audibly against the porcelain, startled itself to a stop. “Good. You’re doing good.” The warm feline presence he felt at his back encouraged. “Keep going. Just… yeah. Keep going.” Jeremy kept going. In fits and starts to begin with, hearing his yellow gold spill out into the urinal intermittently while the bobcat kept adjusting his grip, fine-tuning the aim Jeremy didn’t open his eyes to see in case that was too big a distraction. When the flow finally stabilized into a steady stream, it went on forever. Relief built slowly to replace the pressure he was releasing. It felt so good. So good to be emptying himself. “All done.” The words pulled Jeremy from cloud nine into the awareness that, yes, he was done. His bladder was totally, blissfully empty. He felt obscurely proud of having done that for the buff bobcat behind him and thought the cat sounded proud of him too. Something bumped into his rear, just to the left of his tail. Too relaxed to be jolted out of his post-piss serenity Jeremy just opened his eyes and looked down, maybe thinking he could see through himself. He didn’t, but he did see that he had gotten a hard-on. His red (well, pink) rocket was fully out of his sheath against the backdrop of the now-yellowed pool in the base of the urinal, knot free of his sheath but uninflated. The cat’s fingers gently held his dick by the shaft, shifted from their starting position to keep him aimed forward sometime while he was cutting loose. “O-oh, sor-“ Jeremy was halfway through apologizing before his mind made the wild connection that the prodding he felt from behind was the bobcat’s tent. “Sorr- um” The apologies collided in midair, cancelled out. Silence. “…So, thanks.” Jeremy tried. It sounded about right. “No problem.” Breathed the buff guy, sounding relieved. As if compelled, the cat ventured a little further. “I could feel it. Going through.” What was Jeremy supposed to do with the information? “Yeah?” “…It was nice.” There was the faintest querulous emphasis on ‘nice’. “Thanks.” The jackal said ernestly. ‘Nice’ seemed an important and heartfelt compliment. He remembered that he still had this stranger’s hand on his dick and dick on his tail, standing out in the warm pseudo-hug presence. “So…” “Uh.” Jeremy’s member bounced free as the bobcat let go, taking a step back away from the jackal. “I’ll, eh, I’ll just-“ “Can I help you, too?” The words spoke themselves, and the bobcat’s expression went through some rapid, complex gymnastics. They settled on hesitance. “Thanks, but I, eh. I can’t really go when I’m all worked up.” They both glanced at the bulge at the cat’s crotch. “That’s what I mean.” Said Jeremy, who had meant exactly that with all his heart forever since three seconds ago. “I’ll help with that.” “Ok.” Said the bobcat. Then he blinked in a bewildered sort of way. Was there a word for déjà vu felt from the opposite side? It didn’t matter. Jeremy found himself pulling the bobcat by the arm into the handicapped toilet stall. Without a moment’s hesitation he latched the door behind them, dropped his pants and underwear, and braced himself by his hands against the wall. The jackal raised his tail high, swaying his ass toward the befuddled feline. “Come on.” “Uh.” The cat shook himself out of the stupor, unbuckling his own pants. He must never have gotten as far as that before seeing Jeremy having his trouble. “Yeah. One sec.” Jeremy watched while the bobcat ditched his pants (commando- [i]nice[/i]) and hurriedly spat into his palm to rub it over the tapered woodie the guy had sprouting from his tan sheath. As fast as he could he was behind the jackal, abs pushing at Jeremy’s tail while he lined himself up. Neither of them could stand to wait an instant longer than necessary, Jeremy shoving back and the bobcat shoving forward the instant they felt the tip hook into his ass. He was buried to the hilt in an instant, making them both gasp. No words were exchanged. The bobcat simply grabbed Jeremy by the hips and went to town, slamming into the canine tailhole in a janky mockery of rhythm. Perfect. Jeremy moaned with his face mashed sidelong into the wall by the frenzied humping. He didn’t really care if there was anyone to hear out there. The dicking was too good after they shared his moment at the urinal. Their fuck didn’t last long with both mammals horny as hell. The bobcat came, slamming into the jackal’s rear throughout, and kept on for a dozen thrusts beyond before slowing to a very gradual stop. Jeremy was throbbing blissfully while the cat with the lumberjack build panted into his ear, waiting for the man to catch his breath before he prompted. “Hey. Can you go now?” “Huh?” The bobcat muttered, catching up. “Oh. Yeah. I’ll go. Just-“ He didn’t manage to pull more than an inch of still-hard cock out of Jeremy’s anus before the jackal’s hands flashed back, yanking him to a vicious stop. If being balanced by the side of his face was an uncomfortable position for Jeremy, neither of them noticed. One yellow eye speared through the bobcat needily. “No. Just [i]go.[/i]” “Here?” The bobcat’s ears flicked ramrod straight and his jaw loosened, from post-nut comedown to some brand of awe. “Here.” Jeremy agreed. And because he couldn’t bear to wait. “[i]Now.[/i]” Almost immediately he felt the stream of urine shooting into his bowels from the rock-hard cat cock. The stream was strong and hot, slowly bloating out his rectal passage. He clenched down around the erection to tighten the already tight seal. More because he didn’t want to lose any of that hot nectar than because he cared where it might leak. Jeremy moaned blissfully as some internal fold gave way and the flood climbed higher into his innards. Surely if this kept up he would be bloated from the filling. He had no time to think deeper on that before the bobcat, evidently, figured he deserved a reward for being such a good piss receptacle. As if that wasn’t reward enough, he’d reached around and grabbed Jeremy’s cock again. Slick with the pre that had been pouring out of him ever since he’d taken up the position he jacked Jeremy off with a smooth slide that sent the jackal shooting all over the tile of the wall with a soft howl. The flows of piss and cum came to a halt within instants of one another. Jackal and bobcat trembled together there against the wall, the latter purring and the former panting no less happily. It happened too soon that Jeremy, with utmost reluctance, spoke up. “Hey. Uh, dude?” “Uh huh.” Acknowledged the cat whose cock was marinating in his own piss and cum in the jackal’s butt. “’Sup?” “Can you wait outside?” “Uhhh?” Jeremy winced at how disappointed that sounded. “Not like leave. This is great…” Renewed purr and rough tongue on his neck said everything was better. “…But all your pee is telling me it [i]really really[/i] wants out and I don’t think that part’s going to be sexy. So can you wait outside. Please.” “Oh. Uh.” The bobcat let go of the jackal cock and started to lean backward. “Sure thing.” When Jeremy staggered out of the restroom door fifteen minutes later his legs were shaky, late-arriving aftershocks of the intense piss-assisted orgasm. The bobcat was leaned back against the end of a bookshelf, trying to look unobtrusive. “You okay?” “Yeah.” The jackal leaned on the wall across from him to give his thighs a little more time to get their act together. “…Do you do that a lot?” “No. First time.” The cat coughed into his hand, then scratched at an ear. “Paul.” “Uh…?” The lightbulb lit up late for Jeremy. Introductions. Those should probably have happened first. “Jeremy. Nice to meet you.” “So…” Paul took a moment to find the rest of that sentence, looking at a spot just to the left of Jeremy’s face. “Do you maybe wanna to get some beers some time?” “Sounds good.” Something occurred to Jeremy, and for the first time since Paul offered to help him out he wondered if something might be, well… [i]weird[/i] about what he wanted to say. He asked anyway. “You down to reuse those beers afterward?” Paul met his eyes and smiled. “Sounds great.” [center]The End[/center]