Now if I could – only…

Kai once again had to turn himself to the side to try to squeeze through yet another unmoving throng of people, just taking up space along the walkway. The wolf lifted up and looked one way, then the other, then back again; he could have gone around to the far side to do so, but – as he watched he saw another group fill that exact space, this weekend crowd seething and milling about like a giant amoeba, or like so many currents of water butting up against one another.

I just wanted to find a few gifts. His ears flicked back, tail pinning between his legs as another group of strangers pushed past him; Kai hoisted his shopping bag up and out of the way, and clutched it to his chest for a moment. Well. There’s a bit more than that, but – I needed a reason that I could actually tell someone, if I were to get caught and they asked… but I mean… all of this might be a bit too much even for me.

All of the smells of the busy mall swirled about within his sensitive nostrils, the familiar aromas of the food court and the surrounding stores mixing with the sharp, harsh onslaught of so many people, so many strangers – bumping against me – pushing past, so wrapped up in their own business and their own world… hardly paying attention to what’s going on around them that I could probably… could probably whip it out right here, and it’d take a few moments for anyone to notice…

Kai swallowed, a little shiver jolting down his back, and bit his lip to steady himself. There was no denying the resultant stir that pushed through his loins at the thought, the fabric of his gym shorts – and nothing underneath – rubbing across his sheath, nudging his one piercing right there at the lip and then the second down near the base of his sack. He had found one spot earlier, nestled back away from the main thoroughfare on the way to the bathrooms, where he had been able to lift one leg up and slip himself out from the leg of his pants, and had managed to rub himself halfway out of his sheath before he realized that the attendant in the consumer relations office right behind him had been watching him the whole time; this normally would not have presented an issue, except Kai had then noticed the expression on her face, and how she stared at him while she urgently muttered something into the phone. The sensation of his revealed shaft brushing against the interior of his shorts had kept him halfway there even while the burgeoning nervousness had worked against him, but by now he figured he had woven himself into the crowd for long enough, and made his way clear over to the other side of the mall, that he would be out of danger.

Still, though, the adrenaline from the encountered fizzed through his veins, and every time he peered between the crowd he felt caught between imagining the anxiety of a sharp glare leveled his way, and the intoxication of seeing another spot that might serve his purposes. Naturally some were better than others, and often the case was, he would be unable to know the actual efficacy of such a spot until he had tried it out: this was a lesson that the wolf had learned over several years in such explorations, sometimes on his own, sometimes attended by one companion or another.

Like that spot just off the trail heading down to the beach, he recalled, once again turning his shoulder to nudge through the crowd. Close enough that I could feel the visitors’ footsteps, and could hear their voices and smell their scents, but with all the grass in the way so that they’d have to lean dangerously far over in order to see me… though I think when I came, I did spurt a little bit onto the walkway itself. And then I stayed there afterwards, rubbing behind my knot, waiting for it to go down… I remember I could’ve sworn I’d heard someone step down into the grass, but I didn’t see anyone, and I mean – part of it is the chance of getting seen, so I just kept on going ‘til it went down, then tugged my trunks up and went down to the beach…

“Oh.” He glanced down at someone bumping into his side. “Sorry about that.” Kai shifted his bag to his other arm, dropping it down just far enough to hide the still growing bulge within his shorts, and shimmied to the side towards the next turn in the walkway, ears upright and perking towards the constant, unending noise.

And then – right out there in the hall of that one building back on campus. You’d think that’d be a fucking terrible spot, but… no cameras in that particular hall, and nobody’s in the halls during class hours. So Lukas brought me out there and pushed me up against the display case, and… he was at more risk than me, since I was up against the wall while he was kneeling down right in the middle of the hall… I think that was the first time I knotted his muzzle? And it’s a time he’ll probably never forget, remembering how we were stuck there when the other students started coming out of the lecture halls…

As he walked, bag still in place, Kai reached his thumb down towards the front of his shorts. The soft, supple material slid easily across the lip of his sheath, and the revealed tip of his arousal growing underneath; he bit his lip again, sighed out, then shifted just enough so that he could hook that thumb inside his pants, diving down into the rich, humid heat caught inside, swirling around, occasionally puffing out through the cloth or up underneath the waistband.

Each step rubbed against him a little more and drew him just a bit further out of his sheath, which in turn just deepened the sensation of the movement itself; before long, taking the opportunity of being squished up against another turn in the walkway, he shoved his entire paw down into his pants to redirect his growing shaft down one of his pants legs, finally affording his plumping sheath just a little bit of relief.

But not for long, though: from there Kai steadily quickened his pace, both for the added pleasure of the steadily growing tightness squeezing around his slick, thick length, and because he knew that if he spent too long in one place, then someone would be able to track the repeated little squirts of pre spraying out across the tiled floor back to him. He could feel it trickling down his leg, and the more he thought about it, the worse it got; yet again the wolf shifted his bag a bit, trying to cover where he knew his cock had started to poke out from the bottom of his shorts leg, each step squeezing it up a little bit further, each irresistible throb lifting it out.

God… fucking damn, how did I get here so quick? he thought, even though he knew the answer; it was like this every time, where as soon as he started, it became a self-fueling cycle. Kai perked his ears and looked up and around the crowd, trying to ignore how the constant swirling of strangers just caused his own musk to swirl up and around him again and again. Maybe I could make it back over to the food court, and squeeze a quick one out under one of the tables…? Eh, maybe if Lukas was here. Behind the carousel-? Well, no, obviously not an option.

As he shimmied his way through the crowd Kai pressed his bag closer against himself… but then, bit by bit, let it sway to the side and out of the way. Currents of air puffed across his bared, revealed cock, halfway hard, his tapered lupine tip fully protruding out one of his pants legs, the thick outline of the rest of his length bulging out the material around it so that, as he knew from experience, he could reach down and swipe the fabric up, and he would swing himself fully out from base to tip right here in the middle of the mall. Every now and then he thought he could a quick glance from someone passing by turning into a double-take, and an associated look of surprise: perked ears, or a furrowed brow, or a twitching nose, or even occasionally a slight blush, but he never stayed long enough to tell for certain.

There’s always one of the bathrooms, though that does kind of ruin some of the fun… maybe at one of the urinals. Or, hell, even in the sink again. That’s always a good one. Last time I even got some help from a stranger, who I clearly remember didn’t bother to wash his hands after… and…

One of his ears perked, and for a moment Kai felt himself swept back out of the swirling crowd. “Sorry,” he murmured to whoever was around him, now pushing back against the flow, still enjoying the constant stretch and tug and strain against his half-hard cock, halfway out of his pants, a constant reminder of his interest as well as the fuel for that interest. Back around this last corner he thought he had seen a good spot for his desire, and the closer he came, the better it got.

One of the support columns set up around the walkway, coming up from the ground floor of the mall below and then spearing straight through the elevated second floor to the vaulted ceiling far above, stood near a currently closed kiosk, thin curtains drawn over the merchandise. This kiosk itself pushed up against the decorative glass of the handrail looking down across an atrium below, with the added bonus of a potted tree set off at an angle between the two, which in turn afforded a space right there in the middle of each of them: column, kiosk, plant, and glass handrail, like a one-way window.

Kai glanced from side to side where he stood, though already knew that this would be the spot. He stepped towards it, dropped his shopping bag to the side, turned sideways… and wedged himself into that space, heartbeat picking up, arousal stirring further: another throb from his shaft lifted the leg of his shorts further up his thigh, and this time there was nothing he could do but reach down and grind the heel of his palm across himself, smearing his pawpads over the natural greasy slickness of his growing arousal, cupping his fingers around his tapered tip, catching one of those spurts of pre.

Fucking… finally, the wolf thought. He dropped his back, settled into position with one shoulder leaning against the kiosk and, facing the handrail and atrium below so that nobody could see what he was doing from behind, tugged that leg of his pants up with his paw – and tugged, and wiggled, and pushed it into place so that his full length swung out into the open air of the mall, plump sheath rolling free, hefty balls slopping out one at a time to hang down against his thigh.

Another quick glance over his shoulder at the crowd still milling about on the other side, and then the wolf set his shoulders, wrapped his paw around himself, rolled his head back… and sighed with sweet, indulgent relief at the needed sensation, hips already bucking slowly with his stroking. He was fully aware that anyone down in the atrium below need only look up to see him enjoying himself here, but by the time they could do anything about it, he felt fairly confident he could slip back into the crowd and disappear; and, besides, the thought of someone watching him just worked him up further.

Kai leaned forward to brace his other paw along the handrail, now thrusting forward to smear the slick wetness of his shaft across the glass. The thick, dank humidity of his simmering musk fogged the surface, with each little ongoing squirt of pre cutting right back through; already this little alcove smelled so strongly of wolf, his own scent still sharpening his enjoyment. It was important to keep his arm just right, so that those going by behind him would not catch on too quickly just what he was doing, but – he opened his eyes again and looked across the space toward the opposite side of the walkway – anyone standing over there would have what’s basically a front row seat… and…

The wolf bit his lip, imagining himself over there instead. And, wow, that’d be a really good spot too. Looks like it’s… just as well hidden, and… I bet I could…

All the noise around him, the constant din of ongoing and overlapping conversations, the little tickles across his backside from the passing crowd, how his ears constantly flicked and twitched backwards and his heart constantly fluttered with the possibility of getting caught – and Kai slid his paw further back along his length, stroking, squeezing, squirting. He lifted up onto his tiptoes to deliberately spray across the glass, almost fully fogged up from the steam of his length; with his other paw he wiped it clear, wanting anyone down in the atrium to be able to look up and see the rich, glistening red of his hard cock against his sleek black fur through the glass.

The tight space of the alcove around him caught and reflected his own scent right back in, focusing his musk, the smell of his sheath and slick shaft, the sweat dusting his fur from constant jostling among the crowd. It was so nice to get away from the mixed, muddled stink of everyone else, all of these strangers he would never again see in his life, people he would never remember… and bit by bit Kai turned himself to the side so that he leaned back against the kiosk, and raised his leg between himself and the crowd to at least block part of his ongoing display.

Still, though – he tilted his head to the side, not enough to watch the people passing by, but enough to see them milling past his space – anyone who had half a mind to even glance this way would be able to see him here, far arm working in the telltale rhythm, one lip nipped between sharp fangs, his ears dancing back and forth between flattening back and perking towards the noise of the mall… quick, urgent huffs puffing from his flared nostrils, little moans trickling down his chin, and then of course the repeated, rhythmic buck forwards, nerves and muscles in his abdomen thrumming in accord with each of those reflexive squirts of pre.

That had always been quite the issue when he was younger: daydreaming in class and ending up soaking the front of his pants if he did not catch it in time, or painting the underside of the desk if he did; requiring a full-sized towel close at hand by his bed back at home – now he opted to just let it spray wherever it went, since he liked the way it dried and crusted into his fur, and just sharpened his own musk where he lay – and other such difficulties, but now that he knew what to do with it, it spiced things up quite a bit. Hard cock sneakily angled along the line of his leg, though he could feel the way his heft sack sagged down out of the leg of his shorts and beneath his raised thigh, Kai pointed himself forward towards the plant in front of him and squeezed out a few more squirts, decorating the leaves like a thin rain shower, then pointing down towards the obviously fake soil.

From there he leaned his head back again until it bumped against the kiosk, closed his eyes, swallowed, and sank right back into his rhythm. This came with the constant urge to open them right back up and glance to his side, to look into the crowd passing by, but every time that desire hit him the wolf forced it back down, and instead rode the cresting wave of adrenaline, anxiety, and anticipation. He brought his other paw up underneath his shirt, pushed across his belly, his chest, and then back down again, feeling the way his own muscles tensed as his peak approached, keeping pace of his own heartbeat, his breathing, everything else.

Someone could be watching me right now, he thought, and again felt that urge to turn his head and look. Instead, though, Kai turned the other way, and glanced down across the lower floor atrium. Hell, multiple people are probably looking. I can hear some murmuring in the crowd… I bet they’re pointing, I bet they’re recording what I’m doing… I’ll be here for just… another minute or two more, I bet; I’m starting to get close, and – it’d be a waste to go this far and then quit; I just… just need to…

His raised footpaw slipped from where he had braced it, causing him to briefly stumble forward and lose his composure. In that quick span of a second Kai broke and looked to his other side, now finally able to see all of the faces in the crowd already watching him as well as those just now turning to the commotion… and also in that bare second he watched as so many of those faces stared, blinked, and then shifted their attention downwards right to the center of where he wanted them to look.

And what a figure he knew he cut right there, black-furred wolf standing partially hunched over between a closed kiosk and a support column, fully hard cock standing free from one leg of his shorts, rich glistening red meat twitching, pulsing, bouncing beneath its own rhythm, hefty balls swinging with the remnant momentum of his slip, only for him to then turn and face the atrium again, holding his posture as though nothing had happened.

Kai squeezed both paws on the railing there, eyes wrenched shut, lips pursed, deliberately holding his ears forward while listening behind him – and also keeping himself on full display, sheath and sack and length hanging down between his legs, obscured only somewhat by his nervously swishing tail. He tried to pick out bits and pieces from the noise behind him, struggling to follow the lines of the murmuring, the little giggles, the soft gasps of disbelief, with each passing second just further increasing his expectation of feeling a firm paw on his shoulder, swinging him around, telling him again that he would need to leave – and as he waited he ran his paw along his still-hard cock, rubbing it in against his leg, smearing his scent even deeper into his fingerpads to keep himself right there at the edge.

Finally it seemed as though nobody wanted to come forward and call him out, or his yet again unseen, but certainly not unheard, audience was simply waiting for him to continue. As such the wolf straightened up once more, deliberately resisted turning to look to make certain, and hunched over the railing, the glass of the low wall once again thoroughly fogged up with the swampy heat of his self-enjoyment. He bit his lip, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and slid right back into his initial rhythm, this time letting himself thrust forward so that the tip of his cock smeared across the glass.

Gotta make this quick, he thought, still unable to keep his ears from flicking backwards. Each break in the noise from the crowd sent another shock of panic down through his chest, and it took all his willpower to keep on stroking, rather than to look over his shoulder and try to stuff his shaft back into his shorts. The mounting anxiety and nervousness distracted him somewhat, but still he followed through with his quickly approaching peak, pressure and need building up inside of him; his tail flicked, his shoulders trembled, he squeezed his arms closer to his body as he continued to stroke-

-and then in those few seconds at his finish, seeming to stretch out into far, far longer, Kai tossed his head back, let a low, rumbling growl out into the ongoing noise of the mall, and then bucked his hips forward, and then again, and again. His balls bumped against the musk-fogged glass, clearing some of the condensation to instead replace it with the thin grease of his scent, with each jerk sending out another thick rope of his load arcing out into the air, the first splattering across the glass itself, the second looping over the handrail, the third pitching somewhere into the air above the atrium and likely splattering back down on the first floor… the fourth following in accord. His eyes wrenched shut beneath the force of his finish – he thought he heard some startled gasps and commotion from down below – and, caught within the pleasurable throes of his peak, Kai reached out to the kiosk beside him and leaned back to deliberately catch the last few squirts and dribbles right across his shirt, making sure that the sticky warmth settled across the fabric and then smeared into place.

And then panting, trembling with delight, all of that energy and adrenaline pouring out of him, the wolf suddenly remembered just where he was and what he was doing – and in the wake of retreating arousal flooded in that same nervousness, this time with self-consciousness as well. So for a moment Kai held himself there, the same rich red, glistening meat of his still-hard cock hanging out one leg of his shorts, twitching, bouncing, leaking across the cum-streaked glass of the railing as he tried to catch his breath and figure out his escape.

If I really try, he thought, I might be able to get my knot back into my sheath… or I could at least get everything back in place, and hang my dick behind my shirt while walking. As long as nobody breathes too deep they might not be able to smell my musk… and-

His ears flicked again and his heart skipped a beat, and despite everything he had just thought, Kai scrambled to stuff everything back into his shorts. He had to pull the waistband down halfway his thigh, and then stretched the leg so far that he thought he felt some of the threads pop in trying to fit it around his thick length – and when he glanced back up again he leaned forward, trying to crane his neck around to that other alcove he had spotted, just around the corner and across the way… and there was nobody there.

I could have sworn I… Heart still thumping but nervousness trickling away, Kai frowned and leaned around a little further. Just saw someone there. Maybe I was just seeing things. If nobody comes to call me out, then I guess I’m okay… but now, I guess, is the moment of truth.

He took in another shaky breath, held it, let it out, took in one more, and then turned himself around, quickly but casually. The afterwards was always the hardest part of doing something like this, when paranoia and nervousness crashed in together in the wake of such exhilaration and the only thing he could smell was himself, when he could feel the sticky warmth of his musk and his load smeared across his fingerpads, when he remembered that he had intentionally caught some on his shirt so that when he now turned and pushed his way back into the crowd, all of the muzzles turning to look at him seemed as though they were staring straight down at that white stain.

Kai picked up his pace, no longer bothering to murmur his apologies as he pushed through. Are they – trying to get away from me? he thought, wondering if the crowd was parting for his passage. Are they staring at me? Each and every face he glanced at looked to be regarding him with distaste: furrowed brows, flattened ears, pinned whiskers, a general foul aura. But, then – that might just be them being annoyed with it being so busy here, and…

As he passed by that other spot he slowed in his pace and turned to look again. Yeah. That would perfectly fit someone – or me, for next time I come here to do this. But not for a while though. Probably good to stay away for at least a few weeks, maybe a month… Kai looked up towards the distant vaulted roof, then at the corners of the walls, and the support columns. I didn’t see any security cameras, but I mean, you never know… and as he looped around to the far side of the walkway he peered down into the atrium, where he could see the spot directly beneath where he had emptied his balls had a small couch, currently completely vacant despite the floods of people all around.

From here he thought he could make out the telltale dark streaks of damp wetness soaking into the fabric. Kai raised his head: the glass of his little alcove was still fogged over, and now a few inquisitive individuals from the crowd had stepped forward and seemed to be investigating the evidence he had left behind. One of them perked their ears, sniffed at the air, looked around, then glanced across straight at Kai – and his heart leapt in his chest again, and he turned to disappear into whichever store was behind him.

Maybe I can get a change of clothes here, he thought, now looking around the racks. Walk out with a clean shirt, leave this stained one here. Or… maybe I could wait around until things cool down a bit, and… go for a second round on some of the clothes here...