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I'm still just writing while I'm struggling to draw.

I decided that I'm going to add at least a fourth part, but this seems enough for part 3. Sorry it's so long, I guess!

So yeah, I decided to pick up where I left off and get into the real smutty furfag stuff (the bit I've obviously been most looking forward to writing!)

Anyways, I hope you like it. It's just the kind of thing I'm into, at least. Please feel free to let me know what you think, and please forgive small mistakes as this is not the final edit.

And again, if there are phrases you're unfamiliar with, it could just be British slang that I've forgotten doesn't translate. Just ask if you're unsure.

So far, my character has got a crush on his boss and they've gone out for a romantic dinner, dressed up as a business meeting. Our feelings for each other have finally become apparent, and some good stuff is about to happen...

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Neither of us could resist the temptation of dessert, and after satiating our hunger on rich gelato, Tommy decided it would be best for me to finish the wine so he could still drive. He had paid the cheque with a generous tip and Alfonso bade us a friendly farewell. As we left, the valet returned the black saloon car and handed the keys to Tommy.

The journey home was filled with joking and laughter, and the subtle flirting was definitely a two-way thing. I kind of felt like I didn’t want the night to be over, because it was just so refreshing to feel so relaxed, especially around someone who would normally have authority over me. To be able to let my guard down. To feel something for someone.

As we slowed down near my place, I was dreading returning to reality. As strange as it sounds, it felt like I was living some kind of fantasy. For so long I had made myself feel pretty worthless for no reason, just because I struggled with my identity, and I felt like that was my own fault. But identifying with someone I admired and looked up to seemed to just set things into perspective: it’s OK to be me.

The car slowed to a halt. We looked each other in the eye, and for a moment, the whole world stood still. No one else mattered; nothing else had to be. It almost hurt to look away. But he must have felt the same, because as I reached to release my seatbelt, I heard him mutter something.

“Sorry?” I asked.

“Stay… I just-” he was struggling with his words. “Fuck this.”

He shifted into gear and pulled away from the curb, accelerating quickly.

“Did you forget something?” I asked, not having fully realised the situation.

“I never did get to talk about the things I wanted to.”

“So where are we going?”

“Mine.”

The silence spoke a thousand words. There was no sound other than the engine as we drove along the dark streets to the outskirts of the city. It was past 11:00 already – the night had flown by.

We entered a secluded neighbourhood away from the main roads, its estate lined with well-maintained silver birches and small shrubs. Each detached house was surrounded by a low perimeter wall overhung by high box hedges, making it hard to see much of the property.

We drove straight to the end of the cul-de-sac, up to the largest gate. Tommy leaned out of the window and pressed a PIN into the keypad by the gate. It opened, and we drove up a long, curving drive to a beautiful house with a modest garage and a pillared porch. The architecture was relatively modern, but not over-the-top. Even still, the building was large and everything looked very well-kept.

“Wow,” I couldn’t help whispering in awe.

“Come on,” instructed Tommy as he stepped out of the car.

I obeyed and followed him to the large dark wood door, which he unlocked and led me through. As the lights came on, I saw a large hallway with a smooth wooden floor and off-white walls. The upstairs landing could be seen overlooking the hall, and a small arch on the left led to a spiralling staircase connecting the two. Straight ahead was the spacious kitchen with its slate floor tiles, granite counters and high-tech appliances. On its right side, a breakfast bar and dining area able to seat a small party. To the right of the hall, an archway opened into the large, spanning living room with gorgeous sofas, possibly bespoke.

“This place is beautiful, sir,” I had to remark as I closed the door behind me.

“Thanks,” he replied, looking almost slightly embarrassed as he hung his jacket.

I removed mine. “May I?” I checked, holding my jacket towards the coat stand.

“Go ahead,” he said, walking into the living room and switching on the light.

I followed. He was stood by a sideboard and had set down a couple of brandy glasses as he removed the top from a crystal decanter.

“Cognac?” he offered

I smiled warmly. “Sure.”

We stood warming the woody spirit in our hands, and I was the first to sniff and take a sip.

“This is good stuff, Tommy. Thanks.”

“Yeah. It’s XO,” he informed me.

We stood there for a while sipping the exquisite drink, no words being exchanged. There was something of a sense of awkwardness which I couldn’t bear. I had to break the silence.

“So,” I began. “The other day, you said something about a better position for me?” It may have been the influence of the alcohol, but I couldn’t resist making a move. I stepped close to him, truly in his personal space, although he did not move away. “How’s about this, then?”

He looked down at his drink and swilled it a little, before knocking it back and setting the empty glass down on the sideboard. He looked me in the eye. I could feel a sense of longing in him – longing for something he couldn’t have, or something that was always just out of reach.

My hand subtly met his. Again, there was no resistance. I held on, a little more obvious this time, as our fingers gently interlaced. No resistance.

Suddenly, he held me by the cheeks and pulled me in. This time, he was in control. My lips were parted as his met mine. A tender kiss soon became more passionate as I wrapped my arms around him, my hands finding their way down to his succulent rump. I pulled him in, our midriffs rubbing together; the inevitable was happening.

I could feel his long shaft swelling as it throbbed against mine. Our tongues lapped at each other as he gently caressed my back and I became a little more rough with his plump rear.

We stopped very briefly as I grabbed his tie and slipped the knot free. He was grinning like an idiot. I couldn’t have looked much better myself; I was in heaven. I grabbed his shirt and tore the buttons open, revealing his muscular figure. It wasn’t too chiselled, but slightly padded; just how I like it.

He giggled slightly, but his mood suddenly seemed to shift. He looked down, seemingly ashamedly.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, as my heart sank at the thought that I had somehow ruined the moment.

“It’s just…” he trailed off as he tried to find the words. “I just… I mean, I think you’re a great guy, it’s not you… just… I don’t know… I need to be honest with you about something.”

I tried to anticipate what he wanted to say, but there was no guessing. I genuinely wanted to be there for him in what seemed to be a difficult time, and so told him, “go ahead.”

“I’ve just… I’ve had experiences, but – I’ve never, ya know… been all the way.”

A sense of relief descended over me as I assured him, “that’s OK. I’m not particularly experienced myself, and I’ve been in the same kind of situation of taking a while to be able to come out and be myself.”

“It’s not just that,” he started. “I’m worried that you’ll think I’m a freak.”

I chuckled slightly, amused that he thought something like that. “You think that I, of all people, would think you’re a freak?” I asked, seemingly to his relief. “Oh, honey, you’ve got a lot to learn about me!”

He smirked and looked back down at the floor. “No judgements, OK?”

“Jesus, just tell me it’s not necrophilia,” I joked to try to comfort him. “Anything else is fine by me, alright?”

“OK,” he agreed. After a long pause, he plucked up the courage to tell me what he was into. “Olfactophilia. I mean, uh… Like, I have a thing for… a major thing for… um… musk.”

There was a short silence as I smiled at him. I’m pretty sure he was about to explain what he meant by that, or try to pass it off as a joke, but I wouldn’t let him.

“Well, I was worried that I’d have to use your shower before we got on with this,” I admitted. “But now I’m worried in case you already have.”

I took him by surprise as I buried my nose into his armpit and inhaled deeply. He was slightly sweaty and his musk was warm and savoury, almost slightly meaty. It had a particular sourness, but it was exactly what I was hoping for.

I stepped back as my dick throbbed, precum already dribbling out. He was a little more potent than I expected, my eager snort leaving me a little light-headed.

Within no time at all, he was grinning like an idiot again. He looked at me with an adoration I had never seen on another person’s face before, which made me feel great.

He stood before me and gripped my shirt as he passionately thrust his tongue into my mouth. Of course, he faced no resistance from me. His grip tightened and he ripped my shirt open, which I quickly discarded.

We looked each other up and down. I think we were both salivating a little – saliva certainly wasn’t the only fluid that was flowing.

I kicked my shoes off. I peeled off my sweaty socks which were clinging to my feet, which definitely caught his attention. They were soaked with a slimy mixture of sweat, sebum and dirt. I sniffed them myself as a quick teaser, their rich, foul, cheesy, earthy odour filling me with joy. Then I threw them at him – the first part of my plan.

He caught them and had buried his muzzle into them. It looked as if his eyes were burning, but his wagging tail and dribbling cock were sure signs that he was happy, nonetheless. This gave me the opportunity to carry out the second part of my plan. I shoved him backwards with one hand, making him fall onto his sofa. Before he could do anything, I had climbed on top of him and straddled his lap. He seemed to like that.

We carried on making out for a bit, but I couldn’t help worrying that if I didn’t let off soon, he’d blow his load before I got to even see his dick. I pulled away gently and lapped at his neck, making him moan a little and shudder slightly. I immediately climbed down and knelt before his feet, making swift work of removing his shoes and pressing my nose between his toes into the most saturated part of his sock.

“Oh god,” he blurted out. “You’re fucking killing me!” He chuckled a little as he removed what was left of his shirt.

He stood up over me. I had to divert my gaze from his bulging hard-on, otherwise I would have ripped his pants down and had his meat in my mouth in no time at all. Again, the worry of him blowing his load too early stopped me from acting further, so I just stood up in front of him.

“I know it’s a weird request,” Tommy began, now that we were on eye-level. “But I just want to see your strength.”

I was wondering what he could have possibly meant. “Alright...”

He wrapped his arms around my neck, and excitedly commanded, “carry me!”

I melodramatically sighed and rolled my eyes, before squatting down and lifting him into my arms.

“Whoah, big guy!” he shouted, surprised. “I nearly lost my grip!”

“Hah!” I chuckled. “Guess I was just eager to work up a sweat...”

With that, I squatted down low and thrust back up again. He was quite easy to lift. I carried on squatting him for a while, enough to get me sweating and breathing heavier, which seemed to excite and amuse him.

“Where to?” I asked, jokingly.

“Take me upstairs, ya big fuckin’ beast!” he replied. As if I needed to be turned on any more.

And so, I carried him through the hall and up the stairs. I could see the master bedroom across the landing, over the living room. As I carried him there, one of his hands found its way to my nipple, which he pinched and caressed. Confident bastard!

I laid him down on the bed and remained bent over him as I unbuckled his designer belt, unbuttoned his trousers and opened his tight fly. I slowly pulled it all down to his ankles and over his feet, leaving just his wet boxers and sweaty socks.

I lightly nipped one sock with my teeth and pulled it off, throwing it over my shoulder. I nibbled the second one a little, allowing me to savour the matured flavour, before I discarded that one too. Then I could begin to clean his dirty pads with my tongue, which seemed to torment him with pleasure.

I stopped briefly to strip to my grimy boxers, which I had been wearing for several weeks without washing. They were slimy and thick with sweat and sebum, and reeked unimaginably. The smell was like having all of the unwashed scrotums in the world stuffed inside one’s nostrils; a visible vapour arose from the soiled fabric.

I could tell that Tommy was sniffing the air and could see him salivating heavily, his throbbing cock imitating with its steady dribble. I felt like he was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode with copious amounts of passion any minute.

His designer underwear was so soaked with his juices, that it clung to him and made it hard for me to remove. Nonetheless, I eagerly stripped him naked to get the treat we had both been waiting for. His large, pinkish shaft, at least eight inches long and with a hefty girth and significant knot, stood tall like a flagpole. It was so hard that it looked like it ached, much as mine did.

I couldn’t stop myself from getting a noseful of musk from his foul ball sack – it was rich and intoxicating, and gave my scent a run for its money. However, smell wasn’t enough, and without delay, I was cradling his big, heavy, swollen balls in my wide tongue. He was beginning to tense a little, so I knew I was getting dangerously close to losing all of my hard work.

I climbed over him and turned myself around, straddling his chest and facing the prize. He was whimpering slightly, practically begging me to let him blow. My tongue met his slimy dick, and I sealed my lips around its shaft as I sucked hard and took his entire length with ease. He tasted divine, and his heavy musk filled my nostrils. I slipped up and down as he moaned and gripped the sheets tight, precum filling my mouth quick enough that I was constantly swallowing it.

I was determined to rock his world. I shifted my rear over his face, and dropped my heavy marbles onto his muzzle. He couldn’t take any more; he shoved his nose right to my sweaty doughnut and sharply inhaled its powerful stench.

With that, his knot swelled even more as he howled with pleasure. I got my lips around the base of it. His entire body began to spasm as his cock throbbed and forcefully erupted a huge, thick load into my mouth and down my throat. He pumped again, then even harder again, each squirt seemingly larger than the last. His cum was so smooth and creamy, with just a very slight sweetness. My stomach was full and ached a little by the time he finally slowed down and I could come up for air. A few last drops shot out as I pulled away, giving me a facial I had been waiting for.

I looked back over my shoulder to see that Tommy was panting heavily, and he shuddered slightly, his eyes still rolled back. I clambered off him so he could breathe, and lay by his side, watching the waves of euphoria pass over him.

When he finally caught his breath, the only word he could manage was a strained, prolonged, “ffffffffffffffuuuuck...”

He giggled a little as he rolled to me and looked me in the eye. He seemed lost for words for a while as we both just lay there, smiling at each other. He finally managed to murmur, “that was fucking awesome