Dear Pawjob Magazine
This is for a writing challenge in a Telegram group I joined (link here if you're interested: https://t.me/joinchat/TXMB1RU1ETeKOakg)). At just over a thousand words, we would write a short story fitting a chosen theme. The new theme for this week is, "Write a diary entry that presents the character through their thoughts alone."
Imagine that this is a submitted story to a lewd magazine you'd find in an adult toy shop and imagine that this may or may not be inspired by a real story. ;P
Dear Pawjob Magazine,
I am a long-time reader and first-time submitter to your Salacious Stories column. I’m a twenty-something timber wolf who recently moved out of my folks’ place after graduating college. Some would call me ‘a DILF in the making’, but I don’t mind being called a chubby canine. Anyway, this happened to me in early December of last year. It remains one of my most memorable sexual encounters and I hope everyone enjoys my sexy tale.
I had just returned to my Midwestern hometown, following a weekend spent at a sci-fi convention I can’t name due to copyright concerns. This was after three hours of driving through big cities and light snowfall, turning the cornfields white and industrial streets into ice rinks. Feeling both relieved to be home and bittersweet that the convention ended, I finished setting my suitcase and backpack on the ground of my apartment, locked the door behind me, and collapsed onto bed. My bushy wolf tail feels very sore from sitting in the car for what felt like all day. I’m also incredibly horny.
I’m considering making macaroni and cheese for dinner when I see a notification on Howlr. And another. And another. Apparently, I’d forgotten to turn my online status to ‘off’ after leaving for home. Some are put off by my chubby appearance, but a few not only don’t mind it, but are hungry to roam their fingers through my thick body fur. Particularly the forest on my chest, arms, belly, and the bush below my belt. I ignore or message a few until one of them catches my eye. He’s a handsome, burly lion my age (we’ll call him ‘Jared’, dear readers), with a mane trimmed into a beard and a recent dick pic displaying his delicious foreskin and protruding barbs beneath, begging to be freed. However, it’s his boasting about giving amazing oral skills that seal the deal of our negotiations, with a mention of rimjobs as icing on the figurative cake. We talk, I offer to host, then give Jared instructions on where to park his Fjord truck in the lot behind my building. Dinner is postponed for the following few hours, as I’m hungry for something else entirely.
I wait, wait, then feel giddy as Jared arrives. I eagerly and quietly bring him upstairs. The neighbors are having a party and playing loud music, but none of them are the wiser when I bring the handsome lion into my dark apartment. The minute he closes the door, we flirt before finally stepping closer to kiss. It’s sensual and uncertain at first, but the minute our paws begin roaming to the other’s sides or ass, it’s natural to us. Jared smiles as I offer to take the lead, and he doesn’t hesitate when I tell him to strip himself down, then peel my pants and underwear down, before licking and suckling my wolfcock.
I thrust my hardening dick between his warm, wet, welcoming lips, feeling slightly tickled by his bearded mane, but it doesn’t bother me. Not as I step backwards to sit on the nearby recliner, and Jared playfully crawls forward to tend to my cockhead. He’s not only thorough but eager, happily lapping at my shaft, balls, scrotum, and just shy of my taint as I call him my puppy and cockslut. He never once says our safe word. Not even when I place my fingers on each side of his head, and have him swallow my entire dick, sucking it down to the knotted length and burying his nose in my pubic fur. We do this a few more times before I invite Jared into my nearby bedroom, the feline lad chuckling and smirking as I lead him by his barbed cock, fingers occasionally playing with the wonderful foreskin.
Standing by the bedside, the room entirely dark, I kiss him again, making out with Jared for a minute or two before we start cuddling completely naked on the bed. The only clothes we’re wearing are our socks. When we’re not feverishly trading each other’s saliva or our tongues aren’t fighting for dominance, I lick and nibble on his man-boobs, and he does the same for mine. Soon, it isn’t long until he’s back to sucking me off again, and giving my balls a wet, wet lathering of his sharp tongue. Have I mentioned yet that James also does well with using his tongue on my own foreskin? Because he does, and it makes me instantly hard each time I feel that experienced tongue pull at it. However, there’s another kind of hunger behind his lustful eyes, and I see them the further I spread my legs. So, I give him access by raising them up, raising my tail high, and the minute his tongue and lips and bearded mane touch my taint, then between my spread cheeks…I’m in Heaven.
As I keep my legs raised high, Jared doesn’t simply eat me out, but DEVOURS between my cheeks. It is the most amazing rimjob of my life. I can’t stop jerking off ti the memory of it. Words cannot describe how much he enjoyed licking the crack of my musky, hairy globes. Well, I enjoyed it too. I enjoyed it so much that him sucking me off was all but forgotten, and it’s minutes later, lying on my side, that I warn Jared that I’m very close.
We’re both sweaty, he’s wiping drool from his chin and parts of his mane and looking as happy as a starved mammal eating a well-cooked meal. Within a few strokes and aiming of my cock, Jared manages to wrap his lips around my wolfcock, and swallows my load until I’m left panting on the bed. I ask him if he is OK. He says yes. I offer to get him off, but he says no thanks. I ask if I was OK. He also says yes, and asks me back if I’m up for cuddling, which I gladly accept after weakly shifting myself aside to give him room. Hearts beating together and tails entwined beside our ankles, Jared and I lie together, very sweaty and completely naked on my bed like a newlywed couple on their honeymoon. We lie together in the afterglow for a solid minute. Then, I break the silence by thanking him for the wonderful time, and that it helped me unload stress. I also tell Jared that he is sexy, and I’m moved when he tells me I am too, and that me being chubby doesn’t bother him in the slightest.
We chat for a couple more minutes and discuss our plans for the evening. I’m going to make that macaroni and cheese dinner I planned earlier. He’s going to pick up supper for him and his roommate soon, and then play Race Karts. We eventually step off of the creaking bed and I guide him to the bathroom nearby. He smirks when I give his right ass cheek a good squeeze, and he playfully tells me my ass was pretty good too. He washes his face thoroughly and I don’t hesitate to let the lion peck me on the lips one more time. That bearded mane still tickles and I love it.
We smile and wish the other a pleasant evening as I watch him get dressed in my living room, but not before I suggest another possible hookup in the future. We don’t make any promises and inevitably tell each other that we would have to see. Even so, I wish him safe travels and good luck at beating his roommate at Race Karts. Jared grins and wishes me a pleasant evening, and we say our goodbyes as he steps out of my apartment and walks back out into the bitter Midwestern cold. Back out to his parked truck. My stomach growls when he’s gone, and I decide to finally make that dinner. But first, I wanted to have a warm post-sex shower, and as I do, I can’t help but think this would make a great story to send to you, the readers of Pawjob Magazine.
Hopefully, I can get that second hookup with him soon. Wish me luck!
Sincerely, Anonymous