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I badly needed to cum.

Life had been extremely busy for me. My sister and her no-good husband had another large fight and she needed to stay with me for several days to cool off. Meanwhile, my loyal car broke down after years of reliable use, the landlord somehow didn’t get my paycheck for the month, my supervisors at the plant required me to stay extra hours despite working the night shift, and my awful neighbors upstairs wouldn’t stop playing loud music in the middle of the day as I slept.

Being a black bear, I tried everything not to lose my temper during the tumultuous couple of weeks. I already had anger management problems and didn’t need to give my employers an excuse to replace me or demote me. The temptation to start smoking again also didn’t help.

Fuck, I couldn’t find the time to masturbate let alone go on Howlr.

Eventually, it all managed to calm down. My sister finally reconciled with her husband, the new sedan I bought out of pocket sat parked in my car stall, the landlord rediscovered my rent under a pile of documents, and I managed to get an entire night to myself once more. Working the graveyard shift definitely had its perks, from the control over what I could do during the evening and the night to the shortened list of tasks at work. Unfortunately for me, as someone who regularly took care of stress with random hookups with men, it usually meant that the best prospects were asleep on my nights off.

Still, I had no choice. By the time I woke up at around ten in the evening and remembered that I didn’t need to go to work for another two days, my balls felt swollen. My cock and scrotum yearned for release. They wanted a nice pair of lips or a hole to empty my spunk inside.

Much to my chagrin though, finding a hookup in the dead of night was easier said than done. Besides the usual bot not even trying to be real, most of the men I surveyed on the feed it were verifiable creeps or sketchy individuals. Profiles with no pictures, a clingy college student thinking a few DM messages equaled declarations of love, and an unbelievable number of open drug users. A few prospective users seemed like great options, but they ultimately blocked me after I traded photos with them exposing my age. At least I got to keep theirs.

Just when all hope seemed lost, I found a silver lining: a profile with a picture of a Gloryhole built into a locked bedroom door, saying ‘business hours are open’. The location was a short distance away too. I held my breath when I send a DM asking for an address when they replied back with it in less than a minute. It would be a discreet hook up consisting of a simple blow job and nothing else. I would walk in and get sucked off before walking out immediately afterwards. Depending on if he liked my cock enough, there was the option of another potential hookup in the future.

Whatever got me off. “I’ll see you there!” I sent a reply and went to my car after getting ready.

The address I was given led me to a tiny house on the outskirts of town. A two-story home built sometime in the 60s that hadn’t been renovated since the 80s. I parked my car in the driveway before promptly walking up the front porch to find the door unlocked. Everything was dark inside, but I usually follow the instructions until I found the very same door in the profile icon.

We didn’t say a word. I could hear him through the door though.

I unbuckled my belt and nervously shimmied my jeans down to my knees. The quaked at the exposure while my aching bear cock pulsed out a dollop of pre from the tip. My swollen, brown-speckled and black-furred balls hung heavily between my thick legs, each one filled up like a grapefruit and eager to empty in the warm hole behind that wooden one smoothed out in the locked door.

An effeminate whistle of approval came from the tiny opening. I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. Before I could say anything though, there was movement behind the door. A thin, black-gloved paw briefly poked out and its finger beckoned me forward before disappearing back behind the wooden barrier. Hypnotized and horny, I obeyed. I stepped forward and pushed my shaft through the hole, breath held in anticipation…and released in ecstasy.

“Ah, fuck!” I groaned, pressing my stomach and hips closer to the door and my cock deeper into that hole. A deep gasp escaped my lungs. “Ooooooooooooooh, yes! Oh…take it all!”

Whoever was kneeling behind that door had to be a starving man. He went straight for swallowing my shaft like it were the best Philly cheesesteak sandwich in the entire state. No, he didn’t swallow it, but devoured it. The nameless canine on the other side of that Gloryhole worshiped my shaft like a damn dog possessed, tongue slobbering up and down the length and nosing different ends with that wet tip of his snout. He couldn’t stop sniffing during each frenzied sucking motion he made, humming in pleasure around the neglected cock.

I thrusted my hips back and forth inside that receptive hole. My fat balls wrapped against a chin that either belong to a fox or some kind of canine. Either way, I deliriously gave into my inner dominant side, and thought of nothing else. I pounded that limp throat, relished in hearing it gag and gasp before wrapping tightly around the shaft again. I didn’t even feel a single tooth scratch the skin. Whoever owned that throat—

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I growled and moaned mid-climax. My knees buckled and I dug my fingers into the wood for support as my ursine scrotum emptied its contents. Gulping and swallowing noises trickle down into gasping sounds on the other side, and I felt those heavenly lips plant a soft kiss on my flaccid tip. An affectionate ‘thank you’.

“No…thank you,” I wanted to say.

Instead, I followed the rules. I quietly buckled my belt after pulling up my pants, then promptly left the house afterwards for my car, driving back home with a wide smile on my face.

In the DMs of the same profile pic, a new message popped up: “When are you free again, big guy?”