I Love Tile

by XMaxd 11th April 2017

I love tile. Is that weird? I mean, sure just by itself tile is kind of boring. Cold, hard, and easy to clean. But those properties are exactly why I find tile in all my favorite places: locker rooms, shower stalls, and public restrooms.

I guess I should explain myself a little bit.

My name’s Jasper, and I’m a sophomore in college. I guess I’m the kind of guy who easily blends in with the background. I’m an anthro husky dog, and my pattern of gray and white isn’t even particularly striking. Both my irises are the same plain shade of brown. I’m average height and weight, shy, and happy to be ignored. Most of the time.

A few months ago, I was feeling pretty upset about my physics grade. The stupid professor hadn’t fully explained which homework we were supposed to do, and like most of the class I ended up turning in my assignments late. Of course he told us all that we should have been “proactive” and “checked with him” and “ignorance is no excuse”... Argh. Just thinking about it makes me mad. So anyway I was trying to keep my mind off that situation by exploring parts of my college campus that I’d never been to before.

There were entire buildings, heck a whole section of campus that I hadn’t had any classes in. So I picked one building that was somewhat lonely-looking, and trekked up the stairs to see if there was any interesting architecture, or maybe cool posters of classes in some upper level sciences.

No luck. This building was totally boring. The top floor didn’t even have any unlocked doors, though they probably just hid dusty storage closets with outdated textbooks.

It was then that I had to relieve myself, so naturally I poked into the guy’s bathroom. The door squeaked loudly when I pushed it open, and I heard the shuffle of feet from one of the stalls. Weird, this bathroom didn’t have any urinals. Just three stalls, and the first one didn’t even have a door on it. The middle stall was occupied, so I went into the furthest one in the corner.

Holy crap! The walls of this stall were a veritable Rosetta Stone of dick pics, phone numbers, dirty poems, and… yeah that was probably a cum stain. The stain looked fresh, too. And then I saw it. A hole just at the perfect height for… ahem. Glory.

Now I guess I should mention that part of the reason I’m so shy is because I consider myself to be in the closet. I guess I never really had the friends or support to embrace my sexuality growing up, so I hid it, watched gay porn with shame, and decided it was easier to just appear “normal” in the mostly-hetero world. And so far it had worked out for me without any trouble. But now here I was in a deserted building with a guy in the stall beside me. My heart started to race when I considered the possibilities.

I shut and locked my stall door and sat on the toilet. From my angle I could see the glossy black fur of somebody’s knee as he sat in the stall next to me. Wait, no. That was his elbow? And it was moving. Rhythmically up and down. Oh god, he’s jerking off, isn’t he? My own cock twitched immediately to attention. I squirmed and pressed my paw into my shorts, stifling a moan. Then I saw his paw move closer to the glory hole, and his feet turning to face me under the stall divider. He was standing just on the other side of that wall with his dick in his paw.

I threw caution to the wind and got off the toilet. The tile on my knees was hard and cold, but I didn’t mind. I had to get a closer look of whoever was on the other side.

With my face square in front of the cock-sized hole, I could see everything. Or at least everything that mattered. He was a canine too, much taller than me, and with big black paws that didn’t make his dick look small at all. It was glorious, bright red and shiny with precum all along its length. I was mesmerized.

“Oh, wow,” I muttered under my breath. He had to be over eight inches long, and probably twice as thick as my own cock. His black paw pads swirled around the base of his shaft, circling the massive knot there before gliding up toward the tip again. A huge drop of clear precum oozed out from his tip and hung obscenely for a moment before falling to the floor.

“You just going to stare at it, or you gonna do your job, slut?” came a gruff voice from the other side.

“Um,” I stammered, not sure of the etiquette. I hadn’t really planned on sucking a dick today, and I almost wanted to take things slow and just watch. He had other plans.

He stepped forward a few inches to poke just the glistening tip of his cock through the hole. It smelled relatively clean, with the undertones of masculinity and desire that instantly triggered something deep within my brain. I opened my muzzle and gave it a lick.

Oh, sweet virgin heaven. I’d never tasted a guy before, and even my wildest dreams couldn’t have prepared me for this. He wasn’t just warm, but hot. And I had found a vein on the side of his shaft that throbbed immediately with the wet contact of my tongue. Suddenly I knew what was missing from my life up until this point. Dick. Dick and more dick.

I didn’t hold back. Sure, I was a novice, but I’d seen plenty of porn. I kept my teeth away from his sensitive red rocket, and did my best to slurp around the ridge of his cockhead. He rewarded me with a pleasured groan, and then he stepped forward again until his hips made contact with the stall wall.

I took my lips off his member for just a moment, and grinned when I felt the string of precum dangle between us. I just wanted to get one more good look at it before I really went to work.

Slurp, suck, lick. I tried to take as much of his thick shaft into my muzzle as possible, but he was just way too big. My jaw started to hurt after I got just halfway down, but I wasn’t going to stop. His precum kept flowing every time he flexed his hips, and I loved how I could feel him throb all along my tongue. Soon I found a good rhythm where I could bob my head back and forth to stimulate most of his shaft with my lips, and the tip of his cock just barely bounced against the entrance to my throat.

“Good boy… take it all the way like the slut you are,” he growled, his cock straining to push forward just a little bit more.

Good thing I was in control on this side of the wall though. I didn’t want to hurt myself, and wasn’t sure I could control my gag reflex. But I definitely wanted to try, and somehow I felt a pressing desire to prove myself worthy. I wrapped my paw around my own cock, still hard and leaking in my shorts, and took a deep breath.

Suck, slurp, slide down. Slide back up. Breathe. Suck, slurp, slide down again. Swallow. There was a little pain as the tip of his cock passed through the muscles at the back of my muzzle that weren’t used to having anything stretch them like that. It wasn’t too bad, though. I must have held him there for just a second, before I felt the involuntary gag of my throat force him back out. Slide back up and breathe.

“Fuck yeah, there’s a good cocksucker. Again. Deeper, slut!” His voice was more insistent now, his breathing heavier.

I obeyed. It felt good to be a good boy, of course. I kept slowly stroking myself through my shorts, knees almost numb from the hard tile floor, and took another deep breath before bobbing my head forward, hard.

Fuck, that hurt a lot more this time, but he was solidly inside my throat with the first full inch of his cock, and my nose bumped up against the swollen knot at the base of his shaft.

“God, that’s it, just like that… Good boy, good good boy…” he grunted and I could feel the rock-hard texture of his cock get somehow even more thick as it throbbed inside my mouth. I tried moving my tongue just a little bit along the underside of his member before my throat forced him back out again, but this time I could control my breathing well enough to immediately impale my throat on his cockhead again.

His sounds got louder and incoherent now, just a series of grunts and sighs that turned me on even more. The stream of precum was unending, and every time I flexed my muscles to swallow his cock into my throat, I knew a thick glob of his heavenly liquid was sliding down into my belly. I realized how much I wanted it, needed to feel his cock inside me, to feel him cum and give me that reward for being such a good cocksucker.

I was getting pretty close to cumming, myself. I didn’t want to go over the edge before he did, though, so I took my paw off my cock and pulled my shorts down to expose my shaft. It took every ounce of my being to just hold back and focus on providing pleasure to the guy on the other side of that wall.

Again, again, and again I breathed in, slid my muzzle forward to take him as deep as I could manage, swallow, and pull back again for another breath. His legs were trembling from the effort of holding still for me to work my magic.

“Don’t stop,” he begged. “I’m gonna cum!”

I picked up speed, pulling off his dick completely before sliding forward hard and fast. My tongue was moving non-stop along his entire length, and my nostrils pounded hard over and over into his knot. I wanted to feel him cum, taste his seed. I wanted to be his good boy.

Then it happened. I felt that last pulsing swell of his cock inside my muzzle, and with the thrust of my throat engulfing his cockhead, he burst directly inside me. A huge rush of his cum flowed up his shaft, into my mouth, and straight down my throat. It was amazing to feel every single jerk and twitch of his body’s most pleasured response inside of mine. I pulled back for just a moment, and the cum didn’t stop. A huge mouthful squirted right onto my tongue, salty and sweet and slightly bitter and oh my god I couldn’t stop slurping it and swallowing it and bobbing my head down again. It overflowed my mouth, splashing from the corners of my lips and dripping down onto my own cock. Oh fuck, that did it for me. My paw caught the next overflowing string of his thick white seed and used it as lube to furiously stroke my own cock, and while he finished cumming in my throat, I shot my own load all over the bathroom floor, whimpering like a fucking mess the entire time.

I love tile.

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