Chapter 2
RAFFERTY
I opened my favorite porn site on my phone’s web browser.
The clinic provided “inspirational materials” in discreet drawers under a decent-sized TV, and their selection did include gay porn, but the magazines and DVDs were, shall we say, well-used.
Don’t get me wrong, they appeared clean to the casual eye, and I was certain the clinic’s human clients didn’t notice anything wrong with them.
But my nose could tell exactly how many men had handled the items with less-than-clean hands.
This was my sixth visit, and I hadn’t bothered opening those drawers after the first time.
You were allowed to bring a partner in to “help” you, but I hadn’t had a partner for over a decade now.
The cute clerk at the bookstore came to mind.
Too bad I'd felt weird about trying to get to know him until after I was done with this little task. The flowers on the counter at the bookstore had prevented me from catching his scent. With as compatible as our magics were, I had no doubt my wolf would’ve loved to pretend to roll around in the adorable clerk’s scent.
I tried visualizing him for stimulation anyway, but my wolf was anxious for some reason, and I couldn’t concentrate.
In the hallway I heard the nurse who’d escorted me in here walk another client to the room next to mine.
Well, this would either be distracting or exactly the “inspirational material” I needed.
The walls were thick enough that humans wouldn’t be able to hear what their neighbors were doing, but wolf shifters could hear everything.
And smell everything. The client’s scent wafted under the door, and I inhaled to get more of it. He smelled like honey and spice, like pine needles crushed underfoot in a forest, like sun-warmed stone. He smelled like compatibility.
My dick started to get hard.
What were the odds? Two men I was compatible with in one week? First the guy at the bookstore. I'd never had my magic reach for anyone so strongly. And now this guy, who was apparently trying to have a baby with someone else.
I looked down at the collection jar waiting for my donation. Maybe he was here for a friend, like I was.
After I was done here, I'd been planning on returning to the bookstore to get the clerk’s scent and ask him out for coffee.
But now there was someone else. I’d gone decades without encountering anyone I resonated with.
What the fuck would I do with two? My wolf was doing a happy dance. He didn’t care about complications.
The nurse was showing the guy the drawers of porn and the sink for cleaning up.
“Don’t use any lubricant or saliva. When you’re done, leave the collection cup on the counter.
You've already signed all of the forms we need, so just head to your right and follow the exit signs.” He shut the door to the man’s room behind him as he left, walking past my room to get back to the front office.
I waited, dick in hand, for the man to unzip or pull down his clothes, but instead there was silence. Then a whispered, “Fuck.” His tone sounded... defeated?
After another moment he heaved a huge sigh, and I finally heard the rustle of fabric. I gave myself a preparatory stroke, trying to spread what little precum I’d generated to ease the way. Quiet from next door. My dick began to lose what little hardness it’d gained. What was the guy waiting for?
The sounds of stifled sobs began. What the fuck? Who cries when they're donating sperm? Did he have horrible performance anxiety?
Woefully I regarded my now limp dick as the sobs from next door increased in intensity. I felt bad for the guy, but I didn't think he’d appreciate me knocking on the wall to ask him if he was okay.
An idea hit, and I picked up my phone. I started with my favorite app, Rogues Gallery. The guy might not be gay, and that was the most flexible app I had. Choosing the option for “Instant Gratification”, I let the map feature do its work. Bingo.
Username sirjohnson4’s location was right on top of mine. He didn't show his face—or his dick—in his profile photos, but his chest and ass were extremely attractive. Thin but well-muscled. He was into men. Perfect. I clicked on the button to message him.
Me:
hey, help a guy out?
Next door his phone beeped with the incoming message.
He sniffled a couple of times, and his breathing was still wet and heavy, but the sobbing stopped.
I waited. He was no doubt checking out my profile photos.
Like him, I didn't show my face, but I had a couple of money shots which I hoped he’d find “inspiring”.
After a minute or so, I got a message back.
Sirjohnson4:
I'm not the best person to ask. I'm about to bail.
Me:
no, please. You're my only hope. This clinic has a dampening effect on my dick.
Sirjohnson4:
What do you want?
Me:
Dick pic
Sirjohnson4:
no. Hard limit
Me:
dirty talk?
Sirjohnson4:
I'm not feeling it today, sorry. Like I said, I’m gonna take off.
Me:
will you give me 5 minutes and let me do the talking? Just having someone on the other end is way hotter than anything on these DVDs.
Sirjohnson4:
...
Sirjohnson4:
fine
Relieved, I put my phone down on the counter and switched to speech to text.
Me:
thanks. I won’t show you, but my dick is real happy about this conversation
Me:
I'm uncut and 8 inches standing tall. What I'm leaking is enough to let my hand squeeze tight but still give me a smooth stroke
Me:
Yes, that feels so good. I'm imagining your hand is the one cupping my balls. I like it when you give them a good firm pull
As I reached the end of my stroke, I heard a slight groan from next door.
Me:
I'm imagining you getting harder. We're naked and you come closer, dragging the tip of your dick up and down mine. I take both of us in my hand, and you keep tugging on my balls, squeezing them
Me:
I pull you in and our bellies are slick with sweat and precum. I reach with my other hand and part your ass cheeks. I press my fingers against your hole
That definitely got a reaction from next door. He gasped and I heard the unmistakable sound of a hand sliding on skin. I matched my rhythm to his and concentrated on what he’d smelled like when he’d walked by.
Me:
I push inside you while I’m still jerking us together. The pressure around our dicks is intense and it feels so good. I stroke your prostate, and you come
I cried out as I orgasmed, probably loud enough for him to hear me through the wall.
We were both quiet as we recovered. I heard the sink turn on next door, so I hastily put the collection jar on the counter and washed my own hands.
I cleaned myself up with the baby wipes provided before capping the jar and palming my phone.
I considered sending him a final message, thanking him for helping me, but my wolf was pushing for me to tell him in person.
The guy’s crying was still weighing on my mind, and my wolf wanted us to comfort him.
In the hallway, his scent was much stronger, amplified by the smell of his semen and sweat.
What would he look like? Just because we were compatible didn't mean we’d find each other attractive.
I wished again I’d caught the scent of the clerk at the bookstore the other day so I could make a comparison.
The guy's footsteps approached the door, and I had a brief moment of panic. What the fuck would I say to him? Hi, I’m interested in being your mate, but first I need to go talk to this other guy so I can see who I like better?
The door opened and it was too late to plan anything.