{"sf1_id":1815938,"sf2_id":"RnoD6Ao1","title":"Armor","author":"CautiousKlutz","words":999,"posted_at":"2022-02-03T22:39:00.000Z","tags":["Canine","Chubby","Cumming","Gay","M/solo","Male","Masturbation","Oral"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1815938-armor","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoD6Ao1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1815938\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Everything has a start but, people seem to have a hard time finding theirs.\u0026nbsp; All of our lives we are told things and as we get older, get told more things, it's harder to trust what we were first told.\u0026nbsp; Things taken for granted are later hard to define and the answers you seek are hard to accept.\u0026nbsp; I've feared my answer for as long as I've known it.\u0026nbsp; I have refused to live by it and only acknowledge it in the deepest part of my heart and mind.\u0026nbsp; By telling this to you I hope to mold this little part of myself and wear it as an armor.\u0026nbsp; To bear it proudly and not care about what any others may think.\u0026nbsp; My life has been troubled by doubts and indecisions.\u0026nbsp; Only since I've gotten older, now in my thirties, have ever been comfortable as \"myself.\"\u0026nbsp; Now, I will find my start...\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I look at the screen, at these letters that I so hope to be true, regardless of the fact that I was the one who wrote them.\u0026nbsp; I sigh as I stand up from the table, stretch and decide to go to my bedroom, turning out the lights as I go.\u0026nbsp; There's no one else here who would need them.\u0026nbsp; It's not bad, you know, living solo.\u0026nbsp; I get to keep the thermostat at that oh so slightly chilly temp I like, no complaining to listen to.\u0026nbsp; Anyway, bedtime.\u0026nbsp; Off go the clothes, covers go on, alarm set...\u0026nbsp; Queue the errant thoughts, dreams of the actions I'd like to take.\u0026nbsp; Quit that job, taste some freedom and find something that makes me happier...\u0026nbsp; Happier... Oof, loaded word there.\u0026nbsp; How does that even work, is there a plan to follow?\u0026nbsp; A map? A guide?\u0026nbsp; Oh, here we go, my thinker ain't gonna stop soon.\u0026nbsp; It never does when I get thoughts like these.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;This calls for a bathroom break.\u0026nbsp; Oh no mirror, will you ever be my friend?\u0026nbsp; Well, there I am.\u0026nbsp; Tallish at 6' 3\" or so.\u0026nbsp; Fat, though, taller than I am wide at least.\u0026nbsp; The face bearded, not fashionably, just lazy.\u0026nbsp; Not enough to cover the bald patches in my facefur either, thank you genetics.\u0026nbsp; Other patches in other places too...\u0026nbsp; Ugh...\u0026nbsp; That particular variable has come up many times in the happiness equation.\u0026nbsp; Average canine otherwise.\u0026nbsp; Enough of that, not helping the mindset.\u0026nbsp; Getting moodier over myself isn't going to help me sleep.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Back in bed; I stare at the ceiling.\u0026nbsp; Thinking thoughts that are a bit less troubling, a bit less defined.\u0026nbsp; Mostly an uneasy chattering in the background like, being in a large room with people in it.\u0026nbsp; Lots of different conversations trying to find a solution to a problem but, here's the thing, no one knows what the problem actually is.\u0026nbsp; It's hard to sleep with the chatter.\u0026nbsp; Maybe I'll choose some music to listen to, follow the words like a conversation.\u0026nbsp; Focusing could help drown out the background.\u0026nbsp; Focusing on something else may help too...\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Light strokes, like a tickle really, as my paw wanders lower.\u0026nbsp; Grazing my sheath just lightly enough to make me shiver and nibble my lower lip.\u0026nbsp; Oh yeah, I like this better than music already.\u0026nbsp; I trace my fingers down my sheath and around my balls, feeling them retract slightly at the tender stimulation.\u0026nbsp; The other part does the opposite, drawing itself up proudly at the attention.\u0026nbsp; Still trapped in its warm embrace, the growing rod starts to strain slightly at its softly furred residence.\u0026nbsp; Though they're my paws and my fingers, my mind shows me a vision of another's paws, another's fingers.\u0026nbsp; I feel them pulling my sheath back and gasp lightly at the at the chill air on my exposed cock.\u0026nbsp; One hand at the base just behind the still small knot, the other gently rubbing just beneath the tip, coaxing out some pre.\u0026nbsp; As I begin to spread it over my length I imagine a head between my legs.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;He gives me a slight wink before he takes a small lick at my shaft.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;While this fantasy of mine isn't anyone I actually know, he does feature prominently during nights like these.\u0026nbsp; He reeks of masculinity.\u0026nbsp; Not in the smelly way but, in the strong jaw and the deep rumble of his voice.\u0026nbsp; In the way I imagine he would be outdoorsy, not afraid of getting dirty and exuding a hint of wood smoke.\u0026nbsp; How I see him broad shouldered and strong but with paws so gentle.\u0026nbsp; I react to his familiar image with a rapidly swollen knot and a spurt of pre that lands on my chest.\u0026nbsp; I see him take my cock into his maw and give it a tongue lashing that would give cherry stems wet dreams.\u0026nbsp; His head bobbing but his eyes always meeting mine.\u0026nbsp; I moan at the attention and he smirks and starts to hum.\u0026nbsp; It's a deep hum that makes me tremble as it vibrates me right down to the base.\u0026nbsp; I feel my muscles tighten as I feel the end nearing, ragged breaths stop as my shaft jumps in my hand.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;My eyes snap open as I feel the ropes of cum land on my chest and heave a great sigh of satisfaction.\u0026nbsp; Melting into that soup of relaxation and release I idly swirl my fingers in the cum on chest and stomach before I scoop up what I can.\u0026nbsp; I manage to successfully keep it from spilling on my bedsheets as I grab the small towel I keep beside to bed.\u0026nbsp; After wiping myself off as best I can, I let it drop to the floor.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;As sleep finally overtakes me, I have a final thought for the day. It's about how I regret that I instead of wearing it, can only look at that \"armor\" before placing it gently back in the closet for another day...\n\n  \n  \n\n"}