Self pleasure: Coyote style.
Another lame story by yours truly Zericks, and this is also for my mate. Don't look at this if you think reading bad stories is a awaste of time or have high standards. I do not claim to be a good writer, or a writer at all so BITE ME >.< This is just a teaser with my char, no yiffing in this one, just good old self pleasure coyote style ;) this is really just testing the waters for me and writing. if I get good responses then maybe I'll do a few more yiffs, if not then the heck with it.
Legal stuff: if you are under the age of 18 (not counting me) or are offended by sexual acts, graphic detail of masturbation or yiff in general GO AWAY and its not my fault if you read this.
Self pleasure: Coyote style.
Zericks passed the day at work in his usual zombie like state from lack of sleep. He would only be awake as much as he had to, which wasn't much because of the very few customers. Zericks is coyote species standing at a high 6'4" with a toned build of lean muscle. His fur was of normal grey with some black markings and eyes a deep emerald that seemed to keep furs from looking into them for more than a few moments. He often thought of himself as too scrawny in spite of his agility and overall strength.
His work was at a grubby little ski and snowboard rental shop that rented outdated equipment to tourists, the only reason for the business was they offered the cheapest prices in his city; the two for what they charge deal. The local ski resorts attracted many tourists which the city thrived on and made all buissiness. His job was boring most of the time, or as he thought with any repetitive work, sitting in a chair counting change and dealing with foreigners that hardly spoke his language was the only things he had to deal with. He sat at his cash register for what seemed to be an eternity, losing himself in last nights dreams of yiffing with his mate. *Ohh why does he have to be so hot? I should be staring at girls... but that ass and his....* His member soon stood in attention from the lust filled thoughts before he knew it. The bulge through his tight black jeans was clearly visible if somefur was to simply look over the desk. *Enough... I have no time for this right now, if someone sees my like this I could get fired!*- His modest sized member was already erect and out of its sheath, putting an impression of a rod hidden on the inside of his pant leg. He took a paw of the desk and put it over the bulge, at the mere touch of his paw he shivered in pleasure... *I could go to the bathroom really quick and...* the urge was compelling, he had not had any release for about a week and it showed through his aggression and easy arousal. He slid his paw across the length thst pressed on the denim pretending to be satisfying an itch. *That felt soo good... NO I need to get control of myself before I get caught!*- the other employees, a scruffy wolf and a fuzzy fox were busy putting ski boots away, his boss was out getting lunch. He bit his lip, the cock pressing on the tight jeans was giving a feel of warmth and tightness, two things that did nothing to make his hard on go away. He clawed at the desk lightly and began to read on of the ski rental forms, just to make it look like he was doing something.
After winning his staring contest with the clock on a nearby wall he decided to clock out and go home. He found some control and he managed to get his erection down and member back into his sheath, but the tightness in his jeans was still obvious if they were to but look down at his crotch. He caught the bus home and occupied his mind with thoughts of school and work just to keep his thoughts from wandering to any more forbidden fantasies. After returning home and having some coffee along with a bite to eat he headed upstairs to his room. For some odd reason his room was still clean; he had thought himself the slobbiest fur on the planet until recently. His room was normal enough having a bed, tv, and stereo system. The main thing that set his room away from being ordinary were the swords and weapons hanging on the walls or stacked in corners, the second thing was that he had three desks in the corner of his room each with a computer on them, in the middle of the desks was a small red office chair. He was a bit of a nerd and it showed even with his obsession with the outdoors, extreme sports and all things sharp.
He immediately walked over to sit in the chair and turned a laptop and computer on to check his e-mail and happenings on message boards. It wasn't too long before he found himself staring at images of male lions in bare fur with all their glory. His member began to poke from its sheath once more as he picked though the images of hot male wolves, lions and foxes showing erotic poses or touching their large cocks. With a sigh he closed all the windows and logged off the computers; he stank of sweat from the other night's hockey game and his fur was a mess.
He padded downstairs with some fresh clothes and took a towel from the laundry room before heading to the shower. He undressed hastily and hopped in the shower to turned the dial on to its hottest setting, he loved hot showers. It was frigid in the room and being naked was almost unbearable for long or would be if he hadn't turned to tiny bathroom into a sana. He indulged in the hot water soaking his fur and warming him as he scrubbed the shampoo over his body for several minutes. Soon he began to get aroused as he remembered part of his dream including an incident in the shower. Closing his eyes, he moved a paw down to his sheath, he was behind me, holding and pawing me... it wasn't before long he was full erect and stoking his member as the bathroom filled with steam and his slightly musty scent of pre. With a sigh he let go of his member and allowed himself to soften, or forced himself to. It wasn't like he didn't want to shoot everything he had built up in a week in the shower, if he had he would only want to relieve himself again in a hour. He would not have anymore time to deal with himself tomorrow or later that night, he would have to satisfy himself to the best he could and quench the urges that flowed though him. After cleaning himself out thoroughly and taking care of his dirty teeth he slipped on his chaimail choker and stepped into his camo pants and clean black t-shirt. His style made him look very straight or extremely butch at best, but at heart he was usually submissive and would prefer to be the bottom.
He opened his bedroom door and rummaged through his safe; a small black tool chest that stood 3 feet tall and 2 feet wide was secured with a small gunlock. That small thing he found on the side of the road held and kept secret many things he loved along with secrets and toys he would rather nobody else see. He took the key out from his genius hiding spot under the safe and unlocked the long chain gunlock. After rummaging through the assortment of knives and misc stuff he found his toy along with a half full bottle of scented warming liquid. His sheath began to swell with anticipation as he closed his curtains and locked his door. None were in the house but him and no one would be home for a few hours, he could make all the noise he wanted and even leave the door unlocked, locking the door was just something out of habit and made him feel that much more comfortable. After making sure that everything was safe, he undid his belt and let his pants drop to his ankles before kicking them off to the side. By the time the shirt was off the images that plagued him though the day were thick in his mind and his throbbing prick was standing stiff in the cool air of the room. His balls felt ready to pop and his member would catch fire if he didn't do something.
In the corner of the room was his desk chair, and under it a plastic mat to keep the chair wheels from tearing the carpet. Here on the mat he could make a mess and be able to clean it up fairly easily. He sat on his bed for a few moments enjoying the relief of just being naked and pawing himself lightly a few quick strokes thinking of what to do. His 'toy' was a dildo shaped after a wolf for obvious reasons and was only a bit smaller than his mate's own cock. he stroked the toy as if it were real and slid it in his mouth just seeing how much he could take in, he nearly achieved the entire length until his gag reflex made him go lower. He kept sucking on the dildo for a couple minutes just for fun until the pre oozing from the tip of his own throbbing member began to slide down his shaft and to his balls. The state of arousal he was in was overwhelming, the urge to stroke himself several good times and blow his load seemed like the funnest thing to do, but it wouldn't truly satisfy him. He slid the warm and slickened rubber dong out of his maw and set in on the plastic mat and reached for the bottle of lube. The lube was something his mate gave him, or the recommendation for; it caused a light burning and heated sensation when applied, as well as serving for basic lube. The bottle was cold as well as the thick cinnamon scented gel inside.
With a ragged sigh he squirted a glob of the lube onto his left paw, the gel made him wince through the cover of his own fur, the stuff was intense when cold. Without taking any spare time he grabbed the rubber cock and slathered it on evenly as he did with his own erect yotehood. A shiver of anticipation ran along his spine as he bent over and lifted his tail; he had never used the emotion-lotion for this purpose, he suspected it would feel great. Pre ran from the top of his rod from the sheer arousal and excitement of what he was doing, he merely stoked himself a a few times and moaned in pleasure as he did so to lube his own cock. Reaching back with the dong in hand made him whimper with excitement and as the mushroom tip of it touched his tight pucker, he almost creamed the plasic mat under him. He pressed at his rosebud entrance until it began to penetrate, and kept pressing until the head stretched its way past his inner ring. After the tip was through the rest of the length slid in easily until the whole length was inside him. He could feel the wide mass inside of him and pressing against his prostate and walls, it sent a burning ripple of pleasure through him and most of all his rock hard pole standing stiff in the air. It felt so good to him to be filled like that, and the warming liquid made the rubber member feel as if it pulsed with heat. After relaxing himself he pulled the length out at an agonizingly slow pace until he felt the wide tip press on the inside of his ring. He pressed into himself unforgivingly and wimpered out in pain and pleasure as the huge pole slammed into him and into his prostate again.
A steady stream of pre was dripping from his cock and onto the floor under him in response to abuse of his prostate, the smell of his own musk quickly filled his nose and the whole room only adding to his exitement. His cock felt like it was burning up, and each time he shoved the toy into him it gave more pleasure than a stroke of his paw ever could. He retracted the silicone prick out at the same speed it was put in and thrust it in again. After a few more good pumps to losen himself, he was thrusting the toy into his tailhole at a steady and quick pace, moaning out each time the member slid in. he felt like he was in his dream; on his knees with his mates large staff pounding into him over and over causing so much pleasure that it felt like an ongoing orgasm. His thrusting with the dong became faster and deeper as the urge to take in the most length deep inside him took over. This is what he needed, he lost himself and envisioned his mate behind him and it was his rock hard lionhood pumping into his ass... "Ohh Vince! Take me you yiffy lion!.. .Grrr.r.. ughhnnn.... Ohhhmm." He felt the weeks worth of cum surge up within his balls and knot swell as he pressed back onto the length of rubber as much as he could. His mind went fuzzy and vision blurred as his load shot forth onto the floor and his chest in thick streams. "Vince uuhhggnnn deeper..." his thrusting with the dong didn't cease, each time he rammed it into his rectum it felt like another orgasm and caused another light stream to flow out. After nearly a minute his ropes of coyote seed came to an end and he slid the toy out with a soft groan of satisfaction.
He collapsed right there on the mat with a grin on his muzzle and dreampt the conclusion to the previous dream. His homework needed doing along with a few other chores, but he decided to rest and regain his strength from the climax that still had him tingling all over. He hoped he and his mate could do this often when they were together, even though his butt hurt, it was a good, satisfied soreness he wanted.
Maybe if this gets good ratings I will write more. Well actually I will write anyway as long as my mate asks it. Till next time. Happy pawing and errr, stay away from drugs an stuff.