# Armor

Author: CautiousKlutz
Tags: Canine, Chubby, Cumming, Gay, M/solo, Male, Masturbation, Oral

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Everything has a start but, people seem to have a hard time finding theirs.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Things taken for granted are later hard to define and the answers you seek are hard to accept.&nbsp; I've feared my answer for as long as I've known it.&nbsp; I have refused to live by it and only acknowledge it in the deepest part of my heart and mind.&nbsp; By telling this to you I hope to mold this little part of myself and wear it as an armor.&nbsp; To bear it proudly and not care about what any others may think.&nbsp; My life has been troubled by doubts and indecisions.&nbsp; Only since I've gotten older, now in my thirties, have ever been comfortable as "myself."&nbsp; Now, I will find my start...

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; I sigh as I stand up from the table, stretch and decide to go to my bedroom, turning out the lights as I go.&nbsp; There's no one else here who would need them.&nbsp; It's not bad, you know, living solo.&nbsp; I get to keep the thermostat at that oh so slightly chilly temp I like, no complaining to listen to.&nbsp; Anyway, bedtime.&nbsp; Off go the clothes, covers go on, alarm set...&nbsp; Queue the errant thoughts, dreams of the actions I'd like to take.&nbsp; Quit that job, taste some freedom and find something that makes me happier...&nbsp; Happier... Oof, loaded word there.&nbsp; How does that even work, is there a plan to follow?&nbsp; A map? A guide?&nbsp; Oh, here we go, my thinker ain't gonna stop soon.&nbsp; It never does when I get thoughts like these.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This calls for a bathroom break.&nbsp; Oh no mirror, will you ever be my friend?&nbsp; Well, there I am.&nbsp; Tallish at 6' 3" or so.&nbsp; Fat, though, taller than I am wide at least.&nbsp; The face bearded, not fashionably, just lazy.&nbsp; Not enough to cover the bald patches in my facefur either, thank you genetics.&nbsp; Other patches in other places too...&nbsp; Ugh...&nbsp; That particular variable has come up many times in the happiness equation.&nbsp; Average canine otherwise.&nbsp; Enough of that, not helping the mindset.&nbsp; Getting moodier over myself isn't going to help me sleep.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Back in bed; I stare at the ceiling.&nbsp; Thinking thoughts that are a bit less troubling, a bit less defined.&nbsp; Mostly an uneasy chattering in the background like, being in a large room with people in it.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It's hard to sleep with the chatter.&nbsp; Maybe I'll choose some music to listen to, follow the words like a conversation.&nbsp; Focusing could help drown out the background.&nbsp; Focusing on something else may help too...

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Light strokes, like a tickle really, as my paw wanders lower.&nbsp; Grazing my sheath just lightly enough to make me shiver and nibble my lower lip.&nbsp; Oh yeah, I like this better than music already.&nbsp; I trace my fingers down my sheath and around my balls, feeling them retract slightly at the tender stimulation.&nbsp; The other part does the opposite, drawing itself up proudly at the attention.&nbsp; Still trapped in its warm embrace, the growing rod starts to strain slightly at its softly furred residence.&nbsp; Though they're my paws and my fingers, my mind shows me a vision of another's paws, another's fingers.&nbsp; I feel them pulling my sheath back and gasp lightly at the at the chill air on my exposed cock.&nbsp; One hand at the base just behind the still small knot, the other gently rubbing just beneath the tip, coaxing out some pre.&nbsp; As I begin to spread it over my length I imagine a head between my legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;He gives me a slight wink before he takes a small lick at my shaft.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While this fantasy of mine isn't anyone I actually know, he does feature prominently during nights like these.&nbsp; He reeks of masculinity.&nbsp; Not in the smelly way but, in the strong jaw and the deep rumble of his voice.&nbsp; In the way I imagine he would be outdoorsy, not afraid of getting dirty and exuding a hint of wood smoke.&nbsp; How I see him broad shouldered and strong but with paws so gentle.&nbsp; I react to his familiar image with a rapidly swollen knot and a spurt of pre that lands on my chest.&nbsp; I see him take my cock into his maw and give it a tongue lashing that would give cherry stems wet dreams.&nbsp; His head bobbing but his eyes always meeting mine.&nbsp; I moan at the attention and he smirks and starts to hum.&nbsp; It's a deep hum that makes me tremble as it vibrates me right down to the base.&nbsp; I feel my muscles tighten as I feel the end nearing, ragged breaths stop as my shaft jumps in my hand.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;My eyes snap open as I feel the ropes of cum land on my chest and heave a great sigh of satisfaction.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I manage to successfully keep it from spilling on my bedsheets as I grab the small towel I keep beside to bed.&nbsp; After wiping myself off as best I can, I let it drop to the floor.&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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...

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