Kinktober—2021 (Ruined Orgasm)
#3 of Kinktober 2021
It looks like Carlisle's back, and he can't keep his mind off his wife and her involuntary foray into exhibitionism. He just has to try and rub one out in the, you guessed it, shower. "Lube" is another cutesy flash fiction entry that showcases the potential pitfalls of masturbation, though there's no horror here. Well, no supernatural horror, anyway. >:)
"Time to chill," said Carlisle, grabbing his hilariously hard cock. With the shimmering shower water at just the right temperature, the otter's hand pistonned up and down a few times when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted one of his wife's little bottles, right next to the green-and-white bar of soap. "Hmmm, this'll probably be good lube," he thought, clutching the little clear container so hard, a squirt flew out to mingle with the warm water.
A generous dollop on his cock and balls later, Carlisle was at it again. Shlick shlick shlick went his paw as he meditated and focused on the mental image of Madison thrusting her hips in erotic pleasure, dozens of strangers partaking in her impromptu orgasm.
Hot water, pre, and lube mixed. Carlisle whimpered. The imminent orgasm started as a tingle deep in his groin. It spread like a melting ice cube till it tickled his fuzzy wet balls and reached the tip of his glistening cock. "Oh, fuck, yeah, I'm gonna cum," he said, the first drops of sticky cum bubbling deep within him, begging to be set free. "Shit, yeah, Maddie, twerk that ass!" Pressure built, pressure that seemed biologically impossible. "Aw, fuck, Maddie, goddamnit, you're so ... Ahhhhh!"
Carlisle, with every nerve screaming and about to split at the tip with a synaptic explosion, with his paw beating his cock with every ounce of strength he could muster, braced for orgasm.
A few seconds went by, and Carlisle scowled and opened his eyes.
He was spurting all right: his seed shot out of his cock in a straight line, drenching the ceiling in gooey splotches. He could feel his cock, balls and asshole clenching.
But, for some reason, his groin was numb--though he was orgasming, none of that intense relief, that exquisite pleasure that made him call out his wife's name was there. Carlisle grunted and, with one paw pressed firmly on the shower enclosure's glass wall, pumped furiously, determined to enjoy the last few squirts.
Alas, even as the last of the cum cleared his piss slit, each time with less and less force, all Carlisle could feel was the warm liquid snaking up his engorged shaft, cruelly devoid of any toe-curling ecstasy.
The otter stood there, his own cum swirling around his feet, some of it getting stuck between his webbed toes. With a dejected sigh, as his deflating cock weeped one last time, he let go and shook his head, spraying the translucent door. "Goddamnit, what is this shit?" He grabbed the cutesy bottle and squinted at the label ...
PRE-WAX NUMBING CREAM. CONTAINS THE MAXIMUM AMOUNT OF OVER-THE-COUNTER LIDOCAINE