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This short story was written for Kio-Redsen! :3 It contains M/Solo acts in a worryingly public space. :D

A Quick Tune-Up

"God..."

Xyme grunted with relief as he unbuttoned the front of his oil and paint stained work pants. His cock sprang forth instantly, having somehow escaped through the unbuttoned fly of his boxer-briefs and spent the vast majority of his lunch break grinding against the inside of his jeans. The ram stared hungrily down at his thick, hefty manhood as he pulled it free from his underwear, his breathing growing heavy and laboured as though he'd been unpacking new engine-block parts for the past twenty minutes rather than eating a sandwich. It was incredible what just a little friction could do to the male body. From one or two oh so slightly pleasant caresses of flesh against fabric, he had found his mind wandering as he ate. Thinking about all sorts of intimate and personal things practically without even realising it, at least until he had found himself in his current state.

Red faced and huffing with poorly restrained excitement, the ram glanced up at the garage's clock. There were still thirty five minutes left for lunch. Still thirty five minutes before any of the other employees would return to resume their work. His eyes turned downward for a brief moment, to his crotch. To his cock. He looked around yet again. At the empty, open planned expanse of the garage in which he was seated. At the heavy corrugated metal shutters currently lowered and separating him from the outside world. No, they weren't locked. That was why one member of staff each day had to brown bag it and remain in the main garage during lunch while the others went out to grab their food. But in the years that Xyme had worked here, not once had any member of the public ever tried to raise the shutters.

Could he risk it?

The ram looked down yet again, and with the fingers of his right hand trembling with fearful anticipation, he reached for his crotch and gently brushed his fingertips along the swollen underside of his erection.

"Fuck..."

Gasping in pleasure, Xyme's strong hand advanced a little more. His fingers wrapped around his thick, meaty erection, and soon enough his entire fist was encircling and squeezing the shaft of his throbbing cock.

He was risking it. He was doing it. Sitting right there in full view of those unsecured metal shutters, customer's cars to his left and right, tools strewn all around where they had been left in preparation for everyone returning to work after lunch, Xyme found himself starting to jerk his hefty hard-on.

The muscular ram started slowly, keeping each stroke measured and well paced as though that would somehow make what he was doing less obvious. His attention remained almost solely focused on the doors, and in his mind over and over again he practised what would happen if anyone interrupted him. He'd spin round, launch himself off the rickety wooden chair upon which he was seated, and dive behind the red jeep that he had been giving a tune-up prior to lunch. By the time the shutters were actually up high enough to let whoever was outside see in, he'd be on his feet and locking his erection away within his jeans. Sure, he'd still be rock hard, but with the bulk of the car between him and whatever intruder was making an entrance, it wouldn't be hard to conceal even his ample erection.

It seemed like such a good plan, but then, a lot of ideas sounded good when accompanied by the waves of pleasure that came from stroking your needy cock at the same time.

"Yeah. Y-yeah."

Xyme grunted as he picked up the pace a little, squeezing his shaft a bit more firmly and using his thumb to rub at the slightly darker, more sensitive flesh of his cock's uppermost inch. He leaned back upon the chair, bucking his hips and gasping in satisfaction while his free hand reached down and began to tug firmly at the fabric of his unbuttoned jeans and the underwear that lay beneath them. The ram let slip a bleating groan of relief as just seconds later he managed to free his swollen balls from the prison of his clothing too. His left hand rolled the orbs back and forth while the pace of his right hand grew ever more rapid and urgent. How Xyme had not realised before now just how pent up and desperate for this he was, the ram didn't know. But he had the time, he had the space, and now that his body had given him the opportunity to take advantage of his own arousal, he was going to make the most of it.

The sounds of the ram's masturbation; the rustling of his clothing as his right arm hurriedly jerked at his aching cock, the slight wetness as his fingers and shaft grew slick with his pre-cum, and of course Xyme's own moanings, soon filled the garage. By that point Xyme's head was tilted over the back of the chair, his eyes half-lidded with bliss and his muzzle hanging open as it let slip a constant string of grunts, moans and semi-coherent gasps relating to the myriad fantasies were running through his mind at any given moment. His legs were stretched out and widely spread in front of him, and though his left hand had ceased toying with his balls, they were still hanging freely beyond the confines of his clothing.

Xyme should have noticed when one the garage's shutters first rattled, and instantly put his supposedly foolproof plan for disguising his inappropriately exposed masturbation into action. With his own moans of pleasure and the pounding of his own heart ringing far more loudly in his ears though, he had long since allowed those preparations to slip his mind.

He should have noticed when a set of fingers slipped underneath the unlocked shutters, and slowly, carefully began to slide them upward. Far too busy moaning and humping at the hand sliding hurriedly up and down his twitching shaft though, the imminent intensity of his climax rendered Xyme far too disconnected from the real world to notice such things.

The ram definitely should have noticed when the warm sunlight and gentle breath of wind from outside hit his outstretched hooves, rising up the length of his legs until finally the heat and light was even shining upon his exposed balls and glistening, urgently throbbing cock. Indeed he did notice. At least, he felt the warmth. He felt the slight breeze whip around his exposed nether regions, and let loose a bellowing cry of pleasure as his rapidly approaching orgasm took another dramatic leap forward. Whether the addition of those new sensations clued him into the fact he was on the very brink of being caught however, that was another matter entirely.

Truthfully, Xyme remained so caught up in his desperate masturbatory fervour that someone could probably have lifted up his chair, carried it out into the middle of the street and set him down again without actually disturbing the ram as he sought the last few strokes necessary to launch him over the edge. It was only when a voice rang out around the garage, shocked but more amused than anything else, that the ram finally couldn't ignore reality any longer.

"O-oh my god, Xyme... a-are you...?!"

The ram's eyes bulged, and he jerked so violently in shock upon the old wooden chair that its rickety frame could handle it no longer. For a moment or two Xyme was flailing, thrashing and trying desperately to cover his twitching, throbbing cock as he saw the silhouette of one of his colleagues standing before the now fully raised shutters, and then with a loud crunch of splitting dowels and wood-glue giving way, the chair beneath him collapsed.

Xyme landed, the flat seat of the chair still intact beneath him, with not only a loud thud, but a cry of helpless pleasure as his twitching, drooling cock slapped roughly against his belly. His already wide eyes seemed to double in size, and with a desperate, shameful little bleat, Xyme stared at his friend and colleague in horror as he realised what was about to happen. The ram's hands trembled in mid air, hovering around his cock but not daring to touch it as the shaft strained and a breathless groan of desire erupted from his lips. He shook his head, he fought with all the willpower and strength he possessed to deny it. To not let it happen.

But both Xyme, and the wolf standing and watching him with a dumbstruck expression of delight stretched over her grinning muzzle, knew that it was too late for that.

"Aaah! N-no... oh n-ohhh..."

His cock seemed to swell harder, thicker than even Xyme himself had ever believed possible as he refused to allow his hands to make contact over those final few seconds. Regardless of whether its owner dared to stroke it or not though, Xyme's erection still began to throb once more as the shame of being caught, the intensity of his pre-existing arousal, and that last scrap of stimulation from the chair giving way sent him over the edge.

"A-_aaaa ahhhhh _!"

With the first humiliating orgasmic twitch of the ram's erection, a hot ribbon of cum launched itself clear over the male's shoulder and hit the red painted bodywork of the jeep. The second spurt lashed across Xyme's t-shirt and hit him square on the base of his muzzle. With a wail of uncontrolled and unwanted but utterly undeniable bliss, the ram grabbed at his cock and began to pump it fiercely once more within his right hand. The next four or five sizeable ropes of his seed were launched skyward, splattering down again in pools upon the moaning male's thighs, his own crotch once more, or the now kindling strewn concrete floor of the garage around him.

The ram knew he'd been caught. His face was crimson as he jerked himself through each glorious wave of his potent orgasm, and every cry that escaped him as he came was every bit as shameful as it was lustful. He didn't want to be pleasuring himself. He didn't want to be masturbating in front of his co-worker. He didn't want to be crying out as he felt his colleague's eyes upon him and wondered whether his blissful bleatings were being overheard by passers-by on the street beyond. But he couldn't stop. Couldn't stop cumming. Couldn't stop moaning as each remaining trickle of his cum poured out over his trembling fingertips.

He couldn't stop loving it, every bit as much as he hated it, no matter how hard he tried.

From close by meanwhile, the wolf responsible for catching Xyme in the act wasn't anywhere near as conflicted about what she was seeing. It may have been a shock, but now she was just loving it.

Still giggling like a lunatic as she watched the ram coat himself in his own cum right there on the garage's floor, Saku didn't allow her eyes to leave Xyme's twitching cock for a single instant. Indeed with each fresh string of cum that rained down upon the buff male, Saku found herself happier and happier that she'd cut her own lunch break short to come and keep the ram company.

He was never going to live this down. Never. And she was going to do everything her power to make sure that he didn't forget exactly what she'd seen.

Glancing away from the still twitching, trembling figure of the ram, Saku checked that her phone was still recording the whole thing. It was.

The wolf licked her lips devilishly.

These next few weeks of work... no... these next few months were going to be fun!

By Jeeves