Flash Pulp #3 Self Sufficiency
#3 of Flash Pulps
A coyote sucks his own dick
Jared tossed the book aside and took a deep breath. Four months of self taught yoga boiled down to this moment. The coyote leaned back against his barricade of pillows, taking his time to grow accustomed to the more and more cramped position of his belly until his knees pressed against his shoulders.
A bright smile spread across his face at the close up view of his own, naked nethers: plump fuzzy ballsac drooping under his swelling sheath, pink hint of skin starting to jut out at the knowledge of his intention, even the scent was nice at this distance. But first things first, Jared had to hold his legs back or the position wouldn't last long. So he twisted and contorted slowly, working one arm then the next between his legs so his knees hooked behind his shoulders. The canine groaned softly, but not unpleasantly at the stretch and smiled all the more as his half hard cock slopped just under his chin.
Hardly one to ignore his buxom companion, the coyote lolled his tongue against the warm rod, slurping loudly as he could feel it harden toward his lips, leaking the familiar flavour of his lust into his muzzle. He even pulled a few of his tricks from when he really started to master sucking himself but once he was rock-hard and his tongue warmed up he knew he had more pressing matters to attend to. So he pressed forward again, groaning and craning his neck to reach inch by inch past his cock and his balls, finally dropping his chin into his taint with a triumphant grunt.
His tongue lashed out desperately but luckily for Jared he was blessed with a nearly feral muscle, stretching far from his muzzle to finally reach his tight hole. He shuddered at the feeling of his first lick and nearly unwound himself in response but he had to do this. He was too close not to. He tucked in again, his cock throbbing against his chest and matting his fur with more and more pre then with just one more lick he made it. The canine slurped deep into himself, compressing the tongue thin to make it an easy fit.
A soft whine echo from his lips and his tongue pressed in deeper, surrounded in heat and the salty taste of himself while he held on tight to his spread asscheeks. He probed as far as his tongue could reach, swirling in circles over and over making him twitch and throb with each pass of his tender spot. More, he thought greedily, wishing he had a camera or a witness but without one he would just have to make it count. He bucked his hips carefully, grinding his member into his wet chest and granting him deeper access to his tunnel which only drove him closer to the brink.
Further he delved, panting and exhausted and determined, but soon his poor lungs couldn't handle the cramped space any longer so he unfurled and took another hungry breath of sex laden air. A pair of fingers rudely shoved into the spit-slicked hole while Jared made to reach for his swollen but before he could even touch the ruddy shaft he felt the rumble of orgasm rolling down his dick. He howled gleefully as seed poured out of his length, splashing his face and chest sloppily. It throbbed haphazardly, sending cum in every direction and even more so as he started to pump his fingers in and out of himself, milking his prostate to coax out more.
A knock came at the door while he was still spurting and glazing himself as a reward for his accomplishment. "Jerk off quietly man! I'm trying to sleep!" shouted his younger brother
"W-w-wait," Jared tried to reply through his ebbing but still strong climax. "I wanna.... sh-show you... somthing..."