A Fox and His Grapes
A Fox and his Grapes
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It had been a long time since Snow had stopped anywhere for quite a long time. For the last three years, he'd been on his own traveling the countryside. He had been aimlessly wandering with no companion, nor a destination, for most of his journey. Aside from the lack of direction, something else had been bothering him for quite some time now, a personal itch that he refused to scratch for about a month and a half.
You see, it wasn't very often that he indulged in himself, but it didn't stop his body from asking for it... He didn't exactly have a particular reason for holding back; it was really a combination of being interrupted before he even began nearly every time, as well as the fact that it wasn't exactly the fastest task to perform. He needed to be ready at a moment's notice; and masturbation was hard to stop once it was started.
Eventually he stopped in a secluded area, unable to bear his urges any longer. As with any male, he needed release after some time. He was determined to get it.
Looking left and looking right, he could see no one around, nor could he hear much sound, save for a few birds flying overhead, and the sounds of wind blowing through the trees. He had found himself once more in one of the thick, unpopulated forests of Terra's western continent. The area had, once upon a time, been home to many civilizations, but since then they've all moved far away, or disappeared completely, leaving behind the ruins of what they'd built.
Taking advantage of this fact he looked about until he found a suitable spot, brushed the moss off the stone, and sat down. Surveying the area time and again had become a commonplace activity before he committed the act. Seeing that there was still nobody around he stood once more and slowly, and carefully removed his pants.
Sitting down on the cold hard stone, his sac dangled loosely beneath him causing a slightly unwelcome chill to rush through him as it came into contact with the stone tablet.
With his right hand he reached low, taking hold of his low hanging berries. He held them tightly as her slipped a finger from his other hand into his sheath, his body trembling with anticipation. Feeling around inside his sheath as he gently massaged his pouch, he could feel his member beginning to expand and harden, the tip slowly emerging from within. Removing his finger he began stimulating the outside of his sheath, every now and then fondling the ever extending penis, and gently squeezing the sac.
Soon he found himself at full mast; his five and a half inch long pink flesh had escaped its prison, and pulsed along with the beating of his heart. With himself finally erect, and ready for play, he let go of his sac which fell limply with a bit of a thud as it hit the stone causing him to cringe slightly.
He began slowly, as per usual, rubbing up and down along the shaft above his knot, which was slightly redder than the rest of his tool, paying special attention to the spot right above the knot, where it was oddly more sensitive. His fingers tangoed across his length, hitting every millimetre of his warm, shivering penis. Leaning back a bit and closing his eyes, he increased the intensity of his self abuse, his scrotum naturally tightening from the stimulation with the occasional drip of pre-cum falling to the ground or to the slab of stone below him. Every now and then, as his fingers fondled his tender manhood he couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper or moan here and there from the pleasure wrapping around his body. Drawing closer and closer to his orgasm through ever hastening stimulation, Snow used his other hand to take hold of his vulnerable plums, and give them gentle squeezes; meanwhile switching the position of his masturbating hand to the point behind the knot, applying soft pressure and giving himself squeezes and tugs. With this he hit his peak, as he continued to squeeze his sac and stimulate his knot he began to spurt thick gobs of whitish semen, shooting a fair distance ahead of him. His back arched as his pleasure ramped up to its highest height as he hit his point of release; giving his sac one last hard squeeze while his member flicked massive globules of ejaculate through the air, Snow could do naught but groan with pleasure.
Exhausted and spent, he fell on his back and just continued to lay about, his ravaged male-hood continuing on its own, spreading more and more ejaculate up onto his stomach and chest as his orgasm continued for the full two minutes.
When he regained enough strength and composure, he stood again, shook his member to get the last few drips that were hanging on to the tip to fall away to the ground, and once more donned his pants.
Readjusting his hat, he stumbled off, thinking only "I must do this more often" to himself, with a happy, if not goofy, smile plastered across his face.