A Simple Shower Scene
A gray wolf stood in the mirror of his bathroom and let out a deep sigh. He crooked his mouth, looking at his surprisingly developed upper body with his crimson eyes. His black and dark gray fur flowed over his upper arms and head. The rest was almost pure white, stretching over his forearms and from his muzzle down, defining his chest and abs. He was pleased with himself and his appearance, although he didn't know how he came to look so...handsome. He wasn't the athletic type at all. In fact, he abhorred strenuous physical activity of any kind. He was the "nerdy" type; a computer whiz, video gamer, and anime fan all in one. All in all, pretty typical geek material. He prided himself on his ability to hack into his father's administrator user account on their home computer. He enjoyed many a role-playing game as well as trading card games he played with his friends. He's the only one among his household that knows the meaning of the word "Otaku".
Catching the foul scent of sweaty fur, he suddenly remembered why he was in the bathroom and it wasn't to get all hot and bothered by his own image.
He turned his back to the mirror and stood at the base of the shower; the bathroom was tiny. He pushed the dinky plastic shower curtain away and reached for the newly revealed faucet knobs. He turned the cold knob three-and-a-half turns then cranked the hot up all the way in hopes of finding the median between these oddly tempered waters. Though, that didn't take long this time, it usually took about five minutes to manage it. Then, by grabbing the middle knob and giving it two full turns, water began to cascade from the showerhead, sounding like rain as it hit the empty tub.
The wolf then stood and grasped the button on the back of his jeans, popping it free and then did the same for the one in front. Down came the zipper, then the pants dropped entirely. He reached for the elastic of his underwear and with one swift motion pulled them over his tail and to his ankles.
In that one fluid motion, he was bare, in his most vulnerable state. All his fur was exposed showing off his patterns of dark gray that reached all the way down from his back, richly coated his tail, and continued down to a little above mid-calf, where it blended to white. The white portion in front didn't come down nearly as far; the fur flowed down his stomach to his groin and covered his sheath and testicles, stopping at his inner mid-thigh.
Ah, dammit...
Then came a pungent scent. It was impossible to describe but the wolf knew what it was and what it was doing to him. It was a smell that he could only know from the stories he read and apparently himself. It was the smell of a male and the wolf was pining over it. He found the scent alluring and erotic as well as familiar. He knew it was coming from his own crotch. He stood there, listening to the water rain down into the tub, taking in slow, deep breaths of his own scent and savoring the feeling it stirred in his loins...
Ugh! Just get in the damn shower, Ishi! He scolded himself in his head, shaking it back to reality. And he did just that. Stepping out of the mound of cloth and into the steamy shower, Ishi looked around for the soap. He spotted it in the corner, a bottle of shampoo. He hefted it and quickly squeezed some out into his hand. With the other, he turned the showerhead away from himself, spraying the tile wall. He began to wash himself all over. He ran a hand through his course black head fur and lathered it well. He then turned his attention to his arms and chest, smearing the suds around in smooth circles. He went lower and made sure he cleaned his belly button well; that got really dirty at times. He went even lower and...stopped.
He knew he'd have to wash there...but in his current state there was no guarantee he could resist the urge that had been nagging him for months now. He had gone without pleasure for an incredible stretch of time as an experiment. He'd heard from a friend that, like food, sex is better when you're really hungry for it. So, out of sheer curiosity he had stop giving himself the regular release he normally would. Lately though, it's been eating him alive. Every minute, he thought about it, sometimes to the point of not being able to think about much else. Slipped words and jumbled phrases came out like lewd comments. And Gym class...that was torture. The locker room filled with sweaty guys and more of that intoxicating smell. On top of that, they where in the swimming portion of the semester, so all of them were stripping down to absolutely nothing every day! The mere thought of that sent a shudder down Ishi's spine to the tip of his tail....
...I can't take it anymore! It's been long enough!
Looking down at himself, he hadn't realized that his fantasizing had physically aroused him; he could see the tip of his wolfhood peeking out of his sheath. Wasting no time, he started rubbing himself to coax a full erection. The feeling was indescribable! So intense, so delightful, it was like the very first time he'd ever touched himself there. Soon, very soon, his penis was fully engorged and throbbing for more that a simple massage.
Ishi did the first thing that came to mind and scooped a wad of soap out of his fur and slathered it over his raging wolfhood with gentle stroke. The shock of pleasure evoked the release of quite the audible "Mrrrrr" and spurred on his continued stroking. He let himself rest his back against the wall farthest from the spray of water and continued to indulge in his newfound delight.
"Hohhhhh..." Ishi moaned aloud. His hand's pace never broke as it slid up and down along his erect penis. It did however begin to speed up as the soap began to mix with Ishi's own natural lubrication. He felt his knees get weak. His legs began to buckle. He took incentive and the remainder of his composure to sit down in the tub, his knees spread as far as the small tub would allow, all the while his masturbating fist never breaking stride.
He felt so good! His pleasure had never been so powerful before! It was astounding. He sped up his strokes, feeling his whole crotch tighten and his testicles begin to draw close to his body, ready to release. His breathing became harsh and rugged. Soon every breath was accompanied by a moan. He could feel it coming. Out of the blue grasped his scrotum and began to knead the enclosed orbs, coaxing his seed forth. "Uhn!!!" he grunted sharply; this only added to the experience. His wet tail slapped around feverishly as he pleasured himself. He could sense himself reaching his peak. He then went all out to reach his climax. His hand became nearly a blur as he became determined to reach orgasm. And at this rate it was no wonder it happened so soon.
It all hit him at once. Ishi arced his back and let out a howling moan, lights flashing in his head. The strong spasms of all his pelvic muscles rippled waves of pleasure through his whole body as his penis began to squirt his essence against the side of the tub, being washed away by the water surging down its side. His tail twitched sporadically as his orgasm drug on. Slowly it died down like the sperm from his wolfhood, as it slowed to an oozing pace.
Ishi sat panting like his feral brethren. His head still swam. That was undeniably the most intense orgasm he'd ever had and ever will have. The most powerful mix of feelings and sensations his mind would ever process. He could feel his blood pumping, his heart racing. He loosened the sperm coated hand around his softening penis and watched in a daze as it retreated back to its shelter. It looked as though his friend was right after all...