The Mutt Diaries 1
Decided I wanted to write a short smut series :P
Anguti ‘Mutt’ was horny. He wanted dick, moreso some modicum physical intimacy. Most guys he hooked up with just wanted to fuck. College was going at a challenging rate; an outstanding Geographic Information Systems and a Limnology the field report were due in 12 hours. No luck for the last hour to concentrate on the assignments.
Anguti opened the orange hookup app. It was full of selfish pricks looking for a quick fuck, apropos to his current situation. He stood about 5’8”, bipedal plantigrade, some sort of canid ancestry, chubby. He preferred taking it, something about fulfilling needs of the guys he was with brought him immense satisfaction.
Currently there was 9 profiles marked online. Two of which he would say no to; an ex, and a guy who didn’t meet his needs. Two other profiles were blank, age listed as 18; no interest him. He needed a guy not in his teens.
One of the other profiles looked familiar. It was the shadow of a big bulky dude, the porch seemed familiar. 33 years old, online 47 minutes ago. He sent a tentative greeting, not really expecting a greeting.
The other 4 profiles were blank, naturally. He had a suspicion at least one was a straight guy who didn’t hit it off well with a girl. He wasn’t in the interest in that drama tonight. Not the “DL, no drama, no pics, just come over before the kids are back” song and dance.
He sighed to himself, and put the phone down. Back to setting up the table array. His course had a winter camp, during it they did their emergency first aid crash course, small engine repair course, and a lake study. They dug holes in the ice at 1 meter intervals and recorded depth, local temperature, wind strength, and time of day. Easy assignment, problem is, he couldn’t read his handwriting, at 3 am it was unlikely that his classmates were up and willing to lend their notebook.
His Geographic Information System’s assignment was likely extended since the contracted teacher was currently out of town on a family emergency. Rubrik wanted a heatmap of mock traffic accidents in his town, problem is they hadn’t started yet. That left tonight more or less impossible to progress in assignments.
Feeling frustrated in more ways than one, he closed his laptop. Long minutes passed, no reply from that anonymous 33 year old. Earlier that night he prepared for penetration, it would feel like a waste to not get fucked.
He pulled down his boxers with a well practiced flick and laid on his back. Tonight he wanted to savour himself he decided. His hands brushed his neck, slid down to his ample chest, parted the fur and tweaked his nipple. All the while imagining it was a highschool crush. Truthfully, the crush is straight and now happily married; but tonight he’d treat himself to an imagined scenario.
He ran a hand around is belly. Thick fur formed a protective layer from the skin, underneath that was a layer of fat, from a largely sedentary lifestyle of classes, nights spent playing games and watching movies. He squeezed his belly and pretended that his crushed found it alluring. Hands moved to his soft thighs and gently squeezed and kneaded. He was extremely sensitive there, to the point where it was overstimulating and killing the mood. But in this self pleasuring scenario he knew that a light touch and some verbal appreciation would get his cock erect.
His cock stood a proud 5” inches when coaxed out of his sheathe. Averaged sized nuts for his kind. Right now his tip was starting to peak out. Hands moved inwards from his thighs closer to the groin. Index fingers felt a muscle contract as his leg involuntarily closed. One of his hands cupped his balls and he whimpered as he imagined being told he was beautiful. Other hand crept closer to his ass.
He didn’t have a lot of muscle definition owing to an ample deposit of fat and fur. You had to spread his cheeks open, and open them he did. Hips lifting so his right hand was under his hips. Two fingers spread apart his cheeks to an imagined growl of lust, a third started circling his anus. The feeling wasn’t inherently erogenous, felt nice but didn’t push the needle for him. His prick started to push out as he imagined the crush starting to finger fuck him.
Moment temporarily forestalled as he remembered he needed lube. During the break in fantasy, he gripped his cock and enjoyed the pleasure that emanated from contact. He pulled out a bottle of lube from a bedside drawer, dildo for good measure too. Lube in hand he squirted a few drops on his fingers and resumed the position and fantasy. Only this time it was a current office crush; a bear older than him, big belly and extroverted.
His now slicked fingers felt way better circling his ring. Slowly teasing and coaxing himself to relax enough for entry. His middle finger took the plunge in him as he spread his legs wider for easier entry. The cooler lube tingled momentarily as it warmed up in him. He took it slow, taking time to get used to getting penetrated. His cock was still peeking out, it felt good but this wasn’t enough stimulation to get him going.
He withdrew and lubed up his toy. About 6” inches, not too girthy, variable speed vibration from a dial past the fake balls. He imagined his bear was fully engorged and needing a hole to fuck, that got an excited twitch from his cock. He applied a few generous drops of lube to the bulbous tip and teased his hole with it. Slapping it lightly, wishing his lover would make him beg for it.
Slowly he pushed the cock in. Taking time to acclimate to this intruder – this man pushing deeper in him. All the while imagining the delighted grunts and groans as the cock sunk deeper in his fat ass. 1 inch in he felt a shift as it started to slide, it felt amazing. About 4 inches or so and he felt a pressure as the fat tip brushed his prostate.
He turned on the dildo and felt a surge of pleasure pulsate from within him. It felt like pink waves radiate through him. He felt his cock start to stiffen and engorge as his toy worked him open. His cock started to leak pre. It smelt of desire to him. He was doing a good job at pleasing his man, he was being rewarded by having his cock stroked from the inside.
It felt amazing. It wasn’t quite enough to push him over the edge though. He moved his right paw to the toy’s base to keep it steady and angle it better. Both hands now free, one started working his cock in slow loving strokes, and the other started playing with his tits.
He wasn’t too big on his masculine identity, or rather it was more of a turn-on to be called a woman while being fucked by a huge man. He liked feeling used while being fucked, and cherished afterwards.
He felt a deep heat from his core, it pulsed powerfully from his tummy to his balls. He felt an ache as his knot started to inflate. This part required some finesse. It was very sensitive ball of flesh, about the size of a tennis ball. The organ’s purpose was to stop other males from interfering with the mating with females, it would remain engorged as cum was shot into the woman; a lengthy process, it could take up to four hours for it to deflate enough for exit. For him to cum, he had two options. First was to stick to just the tip of his cock receiving pleasure, second was for his knot to also receive attention.
He couldn’t explain it, but just his tip would still feel amazing. But it didn’t have the souls shattering pleasure a full body treatment got. He cupped his hands wrapping around his cock. It felt amazing as he pictured fucking his occasional fuckbuddy – a needy bunny, into roleplay scenarios.
First hand sliding down his shaft and slowly opening around his needy knot; second hand joining in. It felt like he was engulfed by the pink pleasure. It was a balancing act of pleasure from both his cock and ass. Toy being plunged deeper into him, meaty hips thrusting into now slickened hands.
Minutes later he felt his pleasure’s crest approaching. He knew what he had to do. Both hands wrapping tenderly around his bulb. One palm wrapping the underside of his knot, shaft between his index and ring fingers like a rude approximation of a wineglass being held. The other hand wrapped on the other side, slowly rotating left and right. “Fuuuck” he growled to himself and to his figmentary partners.
He felt himself tense, very much beyond his control. He felt his heartbeat pound from within the knot. There, tip leaking out precum profusely. Scent stronger now that his body was radiating want and need. His soft flesh rippled as his orgasm fought its way out of him, path of least resistance being his cock. Initial spurt of cum arcing gracefully, landing on soft fur. The rest followed suit, drooling out of him in happy streams of splooge. Each time his hands shifted, he felt white hot pleasure as more of his essence try escape him.
Abruptly he awoke, evidently he passed out mid-orgasm. Cock still erect, knot much deflated than earlier; bellyfur and groin rank with the smell of his cum. It congealed as it dried. He estimated he must’ve been out for a half hour; phone confirming his suspicions.
He needed to shower. That posted a slight problem. His bits were still quite sensitive. He debated on what to do. Settling on a bath, being fully submerged was a constant sensation, but on the other hand the unpredictable sensation of warm droplets and spray was a sensory experience he didn’t have the fortitude for tonight.
After a few minutes of the tub being filled with warm water and being ‘seasoned’ with soaps and scent neutralizing oils he dipped in. Fuck, it was overwhelming warmth when his semierect cock sank into the water. Anguti was tempted to play with himself again, but decided against it. He took the opportunity to lather up his favoured brand of shampoo. Tonight he was gonna slum it; shampoo bath. He’d rinse off afterwards.
After some luxuriating he stood up, pulled the plug, drew the shower curtain, and started the shower as the bathwater was draining. A quick conditioner lather would suffice now. After rinsing off the various oils and suds he shook off most of the water; some looked down on the practice, but it would mean less for the towel to soak up at least. His large fluffy towel took care of the rest of the moisture clinging to his coat.
Now thoroughly spent, he called it a night. Bed invitingly cool after the bath and shower. Unbeknownst to him as he was dozing off, his phone pinged silently from the orange app; the 33 year old replied “hey, was busy. What’s up?”