Never Ignore Your Urges
Peter unlocked the door to his apartment, opening it up and stepping through the door way. The brown husky hung his keys on the hook as the door shut behind him. He breathed out deeply, his normally rigid husky frame relaxing a bit. He was finally in his castle, even if it wasn't much of one.
He stepped into the kitchen, fluffy tail wagging at the thought of food. He glanced in the fridge and saw nothing appetizing though. Same with the cabinets. His ears and tail dropped and he continued to look, but to no avail. Perhaps I'm not really hungry, he thought as he left the kitchen. Peter's body answered him not in the form of a stomach growl, but instead a twitch of his sheath.
"Oh, I have that kind of hunger," he said to himself.
He took a few steps into the living room and looked at the couch. Should he really just sit down and, well, take care of himself? It wasn't as if Peter had anyone to really join him when such a desire crept up. He shrugged and unbuttoned his work pants and shirt. As the brown husky's pants and boxers fell to the floor, the tip of his member peaked out from his sheath.
"I guess it has been a while," Peter said with a smile. He had broken up with his most recent boyfriend about three weeks ago. Since then he had been so wrapped up in work, that sex did not even occur to him.
Now, however, his whole package yearned to be touched. He looked at his cell phone on the table and considered calling one of the many men in there, but wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with the drama that a relationship required. Not to mention, Peter wasn't really looking for a relationship, just some relief.
As images of the countless men he had been with flashed through his mind, making his breath fast and his heart occasionally skip a beat. He sat down on the couch, slouching back and putting his foot paws up on the coffee table in front of him.
His right paw wandered over his sheath, a digit lightly stroking the underside. His left paw moved to the pink tip that was peaking out. He teased the tip lightly, swirling a digit around the outside of it. He murred lightly, his blue eyes growing misty and unfocused.
His member began to grow, more and more of it appearing out of his sheath. The soft pink flesh was already damp with pre-cum. Peter wrapped his paw around the growing cock and squeezed lightly, creating a pulsating feeling that massaged him all the way down.
The brown husky took his other paw and began to massage his currently large balls. The lack of sex seemed to have made him, well, quite the full and fertile male. The motion elicited a louder moan from him along with a pleasurable smile. Peter was surprised at the sensitivity of his balls, it typically wasn't a very good spot for him, but right now it felt fantastic.
His member grew harder and he began to pump his paw up and down. His erection grew with each stroke, his knot soon appearing. As Peter ran his paw down it and felt the knot against his paw pads, he wished there was someone here to slip into. He wanted to feel his knot go into some poor fellow's tail hole and then come back out.
His paw that had been rubbing his balls moved up his abdomen, through the fur on his chest, and then through his hair. His body was hot with desire and his full exposed member was throbbing. He wanted to release himself, but instead his member just continued to grow hard.
Peter sped up his pumping, ignoring the fatigue in his arm. His heart began to race and his deep, heavy breaths became moans of enjoyment. His paw slid all the way up and down, tightly squeezing over his knot, each time making his cock twitch even farther to attention.
The husky closed his eyes and allowed his head to roll back, muzzle pointed towards the ceiling. His hips began to thrust, pure primal need taking over. The added motion made the stroke of his paw not only fast, but hard as well. The force while going over his knot was almost to much. His body shuddered at the feelings going through him.
Peter's moans quickly grew to howls, the tension in his cock being almost painful. As a digit slipped over his tip, he cried out. Thick, white cum rained onto his body, making the fur kind of clump together.
He continued to move up and down his now slightly softer length, now moving at a much slower pace. Cum was still dribbling out of the tip and as Peter stroked up and down, his cock became covered in it. The warmth of his juice made his penis grow hard again, making him look down at the tip and wonder what was going on.
"Did I really need it this bad?" he asked himself. The answer, however, came in the form of another thick, white stream of cum shooting out of his member.
And most of it landed on his muzzle.
Peter was shocked at first, his blue eyes blinking as if he was stunned. Then he licked the side of his muzzle, the cum covering his tongue. He wrinkled his nose at the taste, not completely sure of what to think of it. It was biter, but sweet at the same time. There was just enough salt there, too. He licked the other side of his muzzle, this time going slow and trying to savor the flavor. It seemed that it tasted better the second time around, as if it were an acquired taste.
As he finished cleaning his face he could feel his fur clumping together under the layer of cum. Peter sighed, feeling both content and gross at the same time. He watched as his cock retracted into its sheath, seemingly happy at the outcome of the day. Peter then stood up and walked to the bathroom, flipping on the hot water and letting it steam the room up before stepping in and washing himself of the activities of the day.