Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains SHAMELESS GAY ORAL SEX in a PUBLIC ENVIRONMENT, and is intended to be HUMOROUS.  If any of this offends you, GROW A SENSE OF HUMOR, YOU FUCKING PRUDE!!!!!  By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended at my work, because YOU WERE WARNED!!!  For those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

"Remember, shoppers, fifteen minutes until closing."

I rolled my eyes as the manager made the announcement.  'There probably aren't any shoppers left in this damned store.  Who the hell would come here at quarter to eleven, anyway?'

I tapped my fingers against the register impatiently.  If there was one thing I really hated about this damned job, it was closing.  I pressed my ears to my head and ducked down a bit behind the register, hoping the manager at the customer service desk wouldn't notice me.

"Beau, why are you just standing there?" she called.

'Fuck,' I thought.  "Because there's nothing to do," I said.

"Straighten the shelves and clear the checkout lanes, then," the manager replied.

"I did that ten minutes ago, and no one's come in since," I said.  'So go fuck yourself,' I added in my mind.

"Gather carts?" the manager suggested.

"There are none back here, and you already sent someone out to the parking lot," I replied.  'Why do you have to be such a bitch?'

The manager stayed silent and returned to her post behind the customer service desk.  I breathed a small sigh of relief.  With where the customer service desk was positioned, it was impossible to see the registers - awful if you ran out of bills with a line of customers waiting, but a blessing on these lonely days on closing.  It briefly occurred to me that I could paw off back here, and the manager would be none the wiser.

Just as my paw began to seek out the fly of my pants, a co-worker clapped his paws on my shoulders.  I nearly leapt out of my skin from the shock, and turned to see the smiling face of the new guy, an otter whose upside-down nametag advertised his name as "naeS."

"Don't scare me like that," I hissed at him.  "And turn your nametag around, you look ridiculous."

The otter stuck his tongue out at me.  "You're the only one who's noticed," he whispered.  "Besides, does it really matter at this point?"

I sighed and shrugged.  "Probably not," I replied, careful to keep my voice down to prevent the manager from hearing and descending.  If there was one thing I'd learned from my three months on the job, it was DON'T FUCK WITH THE CHEETAH.

"So," the otter said, kicking a footpaw on the ground gently.

"So... what?" I said, making a futile attempt to hide my annoyance.  I wasn't angry at him, per say.  Not him as a fur, anyway.  Him as a situation, and the fact that I was stuck here with him in this miserable store for another fifteen minutes, until I could close out my register and get the hell out of there.

The otter's tail flicked softly, and he looked down towards my footpaws.  I suppressed my urge to growl as I waited for him to say something, crossing my arms over my chest and looking down at him.

"You're... really hot," he whispered.

My eyes widened, but I kept my muzzle shut for the moment.  I wagged my tail slowly, wondering where the teen was going with this.

"I'd disagree with you," I said, after waiting a full thirty seconds for him to reply, "but I'm in no mood to argue a point so close to closing."

"I'm sorry," he muttered.  "It's just..."

"Just what?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder to make sure queen bitch was still behind the customer service counter.

The otter shrugged.  "I don't know..." he said.

"You wanna suck my cock?" I asked jokingly.

His eyes snapped up and looked into mine pleadingly.  "C-could I?" he whispered.

My eyes widened as I stared into his.  "You... you really want to?" I whispered.

He nodded, and leaned in close.  "I've... wanted to try for a while now... and you're really hot... so..."

I looked back at the customer service counter once more, then put a paw on his head and pushed him down.  "Alright," I hissed.  "But stay low, and be quiet."

The otter smiled up at me as he positioned himself under the register on his knees, his face in line with my crotch.

I looked up from him and looked around the store.  It was practically deserted.  'Good.  Less chance of getting caught,' I thought as I felt the otter's paw unzipping my fly.

I bit my lip as I felt his paws reaching into my pants and pull my stiffening cock out through the fly of my briefs.  The air caught in my lungs as I felt my shaft exposed to the air, and felt the otter's hot breath against my flesh.

Through gritted teeth, I muttered to him, "Just be careful of your teeth."  He reached a paw out and gave me the thumbs-up to indicate he'd heard, and I gripped the side of the register as I waited for him to wrap his lips around my needy cock.

My tail straightened, and my teeth sank into my bottom lip as I felt my cock suddenly engulfed by the otter's hot mouth.  My claws dug into the sides of my station as I battled to keep my breathing steady.

His head started bobbing along my length, and I shut my eyes for a moment as I savoured the feeling of a muzzle around my cock.  'Damn... the kid's not bad.'

I opened my eyes a crack to keep an eye on the customer service counter as the otter serviced me under mine.  The teen had a lot to learn about giving a proper blow job, but at this point, I wasn't going to complain.  It felt too good to have someone sucking me off again, the experience intensified by the danger of being caught.

"That's it," I muttered.  "Roll your tongue around the tip."

I briefly wondered if he'd heard me.  My question was answered when I felt him wrap a paw around my shaft and felt his soft, velvety tongue swirling around my tip.  I let out a gasp as my whole body began to shiver.  A little pre dribbled out of my tip onto his tongue, and I knew that I wasn't going to last long at this rate.

His nose pressed to my crotch, and I looked down to see his paws fumbling with his zipper.  I stared as he pulled his cock out and started rubbing it with one paw, grabbing the base of mine with the other to hold it steady as he resumed bobbing his head along my shaft.

"You sure you've never done this before?" I whispered.

He pulled his head off my cock for a moment, rubbing it while he answered.  "I haven't... but I've read stories about it online..."

'Figures,' I thought.  'He probably learned his technique from porn.'

Of course, it's hard to dwell too long on the pitfalls of modern society when there's an otter muzzle around your cock.  I let the thought slip to the back of my mind as I battled with my carnal instinct to muzzle-fuck the otter beneath me.

I felt myself getting close fast.  Generous amounts of pre dribbled into the eager otter's mouth as he bobbed his muzzle along my shaft.  The gentle suction he applied was heavenly, if a tad too eager.

"Yeah... that's it," I muttered.  "You're gonna get a nice treat."

My tongue lolled out of my mouth as the otter's muzzle worked wonders on my cock.  I felt my balls pulling up close to my body as I got ready to empty my load into the otter's eager mouth.

And then I saw him.  A customer!  I snapped my muzzle shut and tried to look merely bored as he approached - not an easy task with a hot muzzle trying to milk your cock.

"Evenin', dude," the customer said as he placed a box of condoms on the counter.

"E-evenin'," I said as I scanned the item.  "Would you like a bag?" I asked, trying to make this last sale a quick one.

"No need, dude," he said, grinning from ear to ear.  "So gettin' laid tonight," he whispered to me, winking.

He held out a twenty, and I shuddered.  I'd have to back up to open the cash drawer, and I was so close...

With a trembling paw, I input the cash payment, and stepped back to allow the tray to open, and stifled a gasp as I came, the otter's muzzle following my cock and catching every drop.

"Hey, whoa," the customer said, looking down.  

I followed his eyes and groaned.  'Busted.'

"Guess I'm not the only one getting action, eh, dude?" he said, giving my shoulder a playful punch as I made his change.

"No, I guess not," I said, my face burning beneath my fur as I handed him the change and slammed the drawer.  I felt a wetness on my footpaw and knew that the otter had just cum, too.

"See ya!" the customer said as he left, not even bothering to stifle his laughter.

A cold chill swept over me as manager queen bitch descended.  Here I was, my cock still hanging out of my pants, the otter's muzzle still wrapped around it, his own member held in his paw, all on display for the furious cheetah.

"We have a strict policy of no sexual relations between employees, ESPECIALLY not while on the job!" the manager roared, causing both me and the otter to press our ears to our heads and cower in fear.  "Cash out, Beauregard, and you're BOTH fired!"

"Shit," I muttered as I stuffed my cock back into my pants and zipped my fly.  The otter didn't look at me as he put away his own cock and walked away, staring resolutely at the floor.

I cashed out in silence, under the glare of the cheetah, and handed her the bag and my name tag.

"Tara, I have one thing to say to you," I said as I handed the items over.

"Oh?  And what's that?" she said.

"Go fuck yourself."

Before she had time to react, I turned heal and bolted out of the store.  I knew she wouldn't follow me until she put away the money, but after that, I wasn't going to hold my breath.

"Beau!  Wait up!"

I looked over my shoulder, and saw the otter running after me, a jacket held in his paw.

"Run faster if you want to keep up," I said.  "I'm getting the hell out of here!"

"Why?" he called back as he sprinted towards me.

"I think I pissed off queen bitch," I replied as I pulled the keys to my car out of my pocket.

"What did you do?" he asked as he caught up.

"Told her to fuck herself," I replied as I skidded to a halt at my car and fumbled with the key in the door.  I glanced at the store and saw the cheetah bolting out, looking around for me.  With my pink fur, I wouldn't be hard to spot, even in the darkness.

"Really?  You're my fucking hero, man!" the otter said.

"Shut up and get in, or we're both dead," I said as I yanked my door open and scrambled in to my car.

He got in, and I fired up the engine and peeled out as the cheetah made a mad dash for my car.  The engine roared its approval and the otter whooped as I peeled out of the parking lot at 70, heading straight for the highway.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled onto the interstate.  "I think my life flashed before my eyes," I muttered, earning a chuckle from the otter.  "It was very boring."

"Except for this night, right?" the otter offered.

"Granted," I said, chuckling myself as I turned on the radio.  "You did well back there, by the way... for an amateur."

The otter blushed and grinned.  "Well, maybe sometime you can tutor me, help me improve," he said with a wink.  He quickly averted his eyes.  "Sorry about losing you your job," he added hastily.

"Don't be," I said.  "It was a shitty job, anyway.  Sean, right?"  The otter nodded.  "Where do you live?"

"I'll direct you," he said.  "And... my parents are gone for the weekend... so if you wanna come in for a bit..."

I grinned at him.  "We'll see when we get there, cutie."