Tension Relief
This story is ©Shane Gomes, 2003. Do not alter, reproduce, copy, or distribute without author's permission. Baruch is ©Shane Gomes. This story is based on masturbation / mature sexual themes. Do not read unless you are 18 years or older, or if local laws prohibit such material. This is your warning. The author releases himself of all liability based on the reader's choices or decisions. In other words.. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. All feedback is welcome, as this is my very first story of this nature. Always wanted to try, so why the hell not?! ^^ Enjoy!
Baruch sighed as his paw touched upon the small knob marked with an "H", emerald eyes lowering to the resting hand slightly. The large lion's bangs drooped before his eyes, allowing droplets of water to tumble before his sight, and splash silently onto the steaming floor of the shower below. He always felt better after a good shower, especially after a workout. "Whew..I think I must've pushed myself a bit too much this evening. My entire body hurts," he thought to himself, fingers slightly caressing over the smooth white knob for the hot water that was even now, in the same way, caressing his powerful body, cascading in small rivulets between the curves of muscle on his bodybuilder-toned figure. "I'll stay in the shower for a bit more.." he trails off in his thoughts, while pulling his paw away from the tap. No need to leave the shower yet, it was still rather early, and Ash wouldn't be back for quite some time. Baruch, or Bar as he was affectionately known, stepped back for a moment, and raised his muzzle to the hot stream that fell from above; it was wonderful. Steaming water splashed onto his face and powerful chest, only to trickle in quick streams down over his figure, tickling between the mounds of strong, chisled muscle. Some called him handsome, maybe even ruggedly so, and although he always got flattered by it, it was true, in the end. His face held something very few lions had: a beard. A small goatee, actually. His face had a gentle, warm demeanor to it, kind and inviting, as if he could help you bear your burdens; yet, at the same time, it was noble, strong, some would say kingly, as if the title "King of Beasts" would fit him to a T. He sighed once more, as his paws caressed over his chest..it was herculean in their prowess, built from years of not only fighting, but exercise. The touch on his body felt so good, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, savoring the very essense of his own touch, at the almost-erotic sense of it. Steam warmed his naked body, each countour of rippling muscle seen under his wet, furred coat, a softness wrapped around rock-hard physique. The lion couldn't help but allow his strong paws to travel over his body, as if admiring all the experience, years, sweat and blood that went into building it. He was proud of how he looked, as he should have been. "Mm.." he sighed..some would say even a hint of a moan entered his voice as his paws traveled lower. The sturdy washboard of his 8-pack abs tensed at his touch, almost feeling ticklish. As his fingertips brushed against the thicker, dark fur that adorned low on his abdomen, he once again gave into the temptation his own body seemed to be seducing him with, and ran his fingers down the happy trail of thick fur. As he went lower, he found he was doing more than just exploring his beautiful body, he was teasing it, teasing himself, as if he could make himself whimper in the delight of touch. He turned his side to the hot water, and leaned back against the smooth, slick white marble of his shower's wall, to get comfortable. He could feel water splash against one of his hard, round testicles, softly teasing at his tight sac even more. It was funny how easily he lost himself in his pleasure, as if his body yearned for it more than ever. Baruch succumbed. With a leaning back of his wet-maned head, Baruch ran his paw over the smooth sheath encasing his thick, flaccid member, the caress sending a shiver of enjoyment up his spine. His mouth opened in a silent moan, tongue resting between his bottom two canines, while allowing his finger to explore the opening of his sheath, which was already becoming tight, the soft fur of his finger teasing, running over the small sensitive hole at the tip of his hardening length. "M-ahmm.." the lion moaned again..the sounds of aroused pleasure, even his own, turned him on. He found himself pressing back against the wall a little more, as he pulled back the soft sheath of his cock, now fully exposing his thickening shaft to the steamy, moist air that surrounded him even now. It was like he's just slid his cock into an ethreal substance that loved to warm and slick his powerful eleven and a half inches of lionhood. Without a moment's hesitation, he gripped his fingers around the throbbing, hot flesh that protruded between his thighs, and began to rub, up and down, slowly over his dick, slicking warm water over its smooth surface. "Yeah," he moaned into the empty room, while leaning his head to the side, finding his hips bucking up into his paw as his cock twitched, eagerly. Waves of pleasure caressed over his body with each slow, practiced stroke, the lion's shaft achingly hard to the touch. "Mmm..yes.." he groaned, a low purr now lacing through his voice. He squeezed his paw around the base of his cock, making it darken for just a second, and a droplet of slick, clear precum was coaxed from the sensitive head, falling to the shower floor below. He flexed his dick in his fist, coaxing another drop of fluid, this he caught upon his finger, and allowed his tongue to flick against it, tasting how salty and sweet it was, silk-smooth on his tongue. "Purrawwr.." he moans, while now holding his tight sac in his other paw, squeezing and rolling the hard orbs in his palm, fondling his own balls with a master's skill, fingertips teasing under the hanging ballsac, tickling at the sensitive flesh. It wasn't long before he found his other paw working in a way that made him squirm, as if his hands had a life of their own. As he fondled his heavy balls, his other paw had found its way to the widest part of his cock, the sensitive head. The large lion shivered, mewled in his pleasure as his fingertips began to rub just over the small ridge under the swollen head, where he was most sensitive, running in small circles, then in straight strokes. His palm was even into it, pressing up against his hot, throbbing length, caressing and rubbing as fingers worked to bring him maximum pleasure at the head. He didn't hold back, but left the teasing continuing as his fingers stroked in small 'come here' motions below the now-dripping head, precum steadily flowing from his dick. Ripples of pleasure ran through his body, and he mewled loudly now, his other paw not stopping in fondling his balls, giving them another squeeze. Just then his dick jumped in his paw, and an extra surge of ecstacy raced through his body..he couldn't hold back anymore, he could feel the pressure, the cum building in his balls, needing release. He could feel the creamy seed building even in the base of his cock, his teasing working a bit too well. Taking control, Baruch grabbed his achingly hard cock by the base, and began to pump his paw up and down over it, hard, squeezing it until it almost hurt. Thick drops of pre ran over his shaft, mixing with the water that continued to caress his body, the clear fluid leaking freely as if from a faucet. The large lion groaned deeply, shutting his eyes tight as he rubbed his thick, hot cock up and down, faster, working himself towards the inevitable climax. One that would take him like a pouncing lion. Sudden, hard. The lion's strong hips bucked into his paw, just as the pressure reached its fullest. Thick, white cream trickled from his cock, spilling over his fingers in a warm stream just milleseconds before the dam broke. Baruch arched his back, throwing back his head as he roared in his ecstacy, and began to spurt hot, thick threads of his cum. Long spurts could be heard splattering onto the curtain of the shower wetly, his cock twitching in his fingers as he rubbed it with one paw, and fondled his balls with the other, coaxing more of their hot load from his body. Even as his sticky seed flew from his body in gentle arcs, it also coated over his fingers, soaking over the fur on his balls and both hands, coating his paws in white..so much that even he was surprised. Baruch's strong knees shook a bit, the pleasure tormenting his mind as he came, stroking his hot cock as best he could through the thick haze of ecstacy that coated his brain. After a full minute of squirming in pleasure against the wall, he finally felt it toning down, retreating from the plateau. He found he was panting, and his body felt weak after the adrenaline rush ebbed. And his paws were covered in a thick white coat. He let go of his already-softening member, and licked his fingers, tasting the rather-sweet cum that came from his body. "Ahmm..yeah.. That was great..should do that more often.." he purrs, as he licks the fluid from his hands, cleaning them. He could feel droplets of his semen dripping from the tip of his long, soft cock, and he moved his paw back to it, squeezing from the base to the head, making sure to get it all out. "Good.." He grinned, feeling both refreshed and a bit worn, and definately relaxed. It felt so good to relieve your tension.