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By Green
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it, I want it!"
Matthew Avery let out a quiet whine, his toes curling up as he felt the rock-hard erection teasing at his rear entrance. The raccoon was on all fours on the bed, 'head down, ass up'. The perfect position for a boy as subby as he was. His lover pressed harder against him, only to pull back before he actually pushed inside. Matt whimpered and pushed back, grinding against that gorgeous prick, but to no avail. He heard a quiet chuckle from behind him.
"Hmm, I don't know, that didn't sound very sincere..."
This was no time for dignity, clearly.
"God, I want it! I want it so bad! Please, master, please fuck me!"
"Ooh, 'master', I like that."
Part of the reason Matt was so desperate was that he'd been teased for a very long time. Another part of it was that he was a virgin, and at long last he was about to feel the warmth of taking a lover, something he'd wanted for a long, long time. He felt the other man's hand on his thigh.
"So fuzzy. We should talk about conditioner later."
This was a joke, as his lover didn't have any need for fur conditioner. He was, after all, human. Matt had always had a thing for human guys, there was something about their look, smooth flesh that wasn't entirely hairless, faces preferably ringed by thick, bushy beards, that really turned him on. Right now, he was hardly in the mood for jokes, closing his eyes and letting out another whine.
"Alright, I've had my fun. It's time to have my raccoon instead..."
Matt moaned "Oh God yes," to himself as he felt the other man take hold of his hips, lifting his thick, fluffy tail out of the way before lining himself up with the Morphic's backdoor again. Matt closed his eyes in anticipation. It was supposed to hurt the first time, but he was completely okay with that, if it meant he finally got to make love.
"Are you ready? Three... Two..."
When no 'one' came, Matt opened his eyes. And groaned in bitterest disappointment.
"Nooo... God damn it! Why right then? Why right fucking then?!"
He was alone in his own bed. It had been a dream. There was no handsome human ready to have his way with the raccoon, no chance of experiencing what it was like to feel another man inside him... to feel the warmth of his lover's release... to be full. But now he lay in his bed by himself, achingly hard, precome seeping into his pyjama pants, which were all he was wearing, feeling decidedly empty. He spoke softly to himself, frustration rampant in his voice.
"I should have known. He was way too handsome to ever want me. I don't even remember his name..."
This was not the first time it had happened. He'd had several dreams now, different scenarios with similar results: maybe a very dominant wolf would force himself on a secretly willing raccoon at a deserted train station. Maybe an old friend would admit to surprising feelings for him. Or maybe the human of his dreams would carry him in his muscular arms up to his bed, talking about making Matt his. Whatever the situation, he would get intimate with another man, come very close to losing his virginity, and then wake up. He reached down, pressed his fingers under the elastic waistband of his pyjamas, and took hold of his penis, confirming exactly how erect he was.
"Well, there's no way I'll be able to get back to sleep like this. Only one thing for it."
He pushed off the covers, turned on his reading light, and wasted no time in untying his pants and pulling them off. He stopped for a moment to squeeze his cock and roll his balls around in his hand, encouraging another throb, another drop of pre out of his aching shaft. Before he really got down to business, though, he glanced at his door to make sure it was locked, then reached down to the drawer on the side of his bed. He'd had this bedframe for a very long time; when he was a kid, he'd used the drawers to contain action figures and other toys, but now, he was looking for a rather different kind of toy...
He shivered slightly as he wrapped his fingers around it, pulling it out into the light. Aside from being a vibrant purple, the dildo very much resembled a male human's genitals; that is to say that there wasn't a knot, or a conical head, or barbs along the shaft. It was just a rounded head, a well-detailed length (complete with bulging urethra, as if it were on the verge of orgasm), and a scrotum, though it wasn't especially lifelike, being made of the same material as the cock. His own genitals didn't look that different from the toy, really, apart from not being purple or rubbery. He knew some people really preferred the Morphic look, but Matt was honestly relieved that he hadn't Inherited the junk of a feral raccoon, given that unlike the popular canine knots or the exotic feline barbs, raccoon wangs were decidedly weird looking things, not to mention that they actually contained a bone, and he couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than having to tell a doctor that he'd broken his dick. Such thoughts were neither here nor there, though, and he pushed them out of his mind as he gently kissed the head of the toy before putting it in his mouth and running his tongue over it reverently.
Someday I'm gonna make a guy very, very happy.
As he suckled on the sex toy, he reflected on how very difficult it had been for him to buy the thing, completely unable to look the grinning cashier in the eyes, blushing so hard he was afraid he would singe his cheek fur. His burning need for release quickly pulled him out of his memories though, focusing on the task at hand yet again, and he moved a hand to his chest, running his fingers through his fur, pretending, wishing that it was a lover's hand and not his own. Soon his desire overpowered the fantasy, and he took the dildo out of his mouth, the head now shiny with his saliva. He reached back into the drawer and retrieved a small tube of KY, smearing it on the toy, his striped tail flicking back and forth with anticipation. When the purple phallus was sufficiently slippery, he reached down and pressed his fingers into his anus, preparing himself.
Wasting no further time, Matt lifted his hips slightly and brought the toy to his entrance, breathing out and relaxed his muscles. He then began to press it against himself. As always, there was a moment of resistance, where the stubborn ring of muscle refused to go along with the plan, until it finally gave in, allowing entrance to the slicked-up silicone erection, which slowly slid into his warm depths. There was a momentary twinge of pain as he pushed a little too fast, but it quickly went away, and he swallowed a moan as he hilted the toy in his rear end, the artificial balls pressed gently against his own.
"That's it... so full..."
Closing his eyes again and savouring the feeling, imagining that this must be what it was like with another man, he took hold of his rigid prick with a hand still shining with lubricant, sighed happily and began to stroke himself. He got a firm grip on the base of the toy, took a moment to gently squeeze the balls, and pulled it back until just the head was inside him. As he pushed it back inside, he felt his cock throb in his hand, and he shivered with the pleasurable sensation. He quickly fell into the familiar rhythm, pushing in and out while he teased and pleasured his manhood in all his favourite ways, whispering to himself as he grew more and more worked up.
"Yes... fuck me... fuck me!"
His toes curled up, grabbing onto the sheets beneath him, and he lifted his pelvis off the bed, pushing back against the dildo, whimpering with need and delight as he fucked himself with the toy. He could feel it building inside him, the pressure getting stronger and stronger, the burning need for release getting more and more insistent as the toy slid in and out of his backside, rubbing against his slick inner walls and sending pulses of pleasure tingling up and down his spine. And all the while, his hand practically flew along his penis, teasing all his most sensitive areas, the teasing stimulation driving him crazy even as it pushed him towards the edge.
His eyes still closed, Matt imagined that the handsome, charming human from his dreams was the one plowing him, not an inanimate object.
"Harder... harder, master, fuck me harder!"
He obliged himself and drove it home with more gusto, feeling his prick throbbing each time he pushed it home, dripping shining pre onto his belly almost constantly. His natural raccoon instincts recommended he be stealthier, stop making so much noise. The amount of pleasure he was feeling let him ignore those instincts easily.
"Oh God, I'm - I'm so close... don't stop... don't stop..."
His knees began to shake, but he didn't feel the strain of holding his butt off the bed any more through the fog of joy. His tail, hanging between his body and the mattress, was whipping back and forth with such force you'd think it was trying to flick hot embers off. Suddenly, the raccoon arched his back and stiffened, gasping, as his orgasm finally overtook him. Matt drove the toy home one last time and shuddered as his cock underwent the familiar spasms, grunting as he spurted hot come out into the cool night air, his posture meaning that his seed landed all over his abdomen, a couple of shots making it as far as his face, splattering his nose and marking the dark mask around his eyes. He hadn't been in the mood the last couple days to play with himself, so he was a bit more productive than usual, and so he got come all over his belly and chest.
With a groan, he fell to the mattress, breath fast and shallow, muscles aching, covered in sperm. For a minute, he just lay there, revelling in afterglow. Then he reached down and gently pulled the toy out of his rear, shivering at the sensation, his mostly flaccid member throbbing gently and drooling some extra cream onto his groin fur. Normally, after he toyed himself, Matt would take it straight to the washroom for a thorough cleaning, because it was easiest at that point, right afterwards. Right now, though, it was the middle of the night, and he'd just had a really good orgasm, so he felt the telltale signs that he was starting to nod off. He could fight it if he wanted, but frankly, he'd rather wait until morning, even if it meant he'd have to scrub dried come out of his fur in the shower and put a bit more effort into cleaning the toy. He chuckled quietly to himself as he wiped the jizz off his nose.
Maybe I should just throw it in the dishwasher. Damn, that was a good one. I think I hit my prostate a couple times.
As he dropped the toy onto the floor next to the bed, he pondered the only thing that would make this better: if there was another tired, sweaty person in the bed with him, looking to cuddle and drift off to sleep with him. The dildo was great for getting him that 'full' feeling when he needed to come, but it still left him feeling empty emotionally. He shook off the downer thoughts and focused on the positive.
Mike's throwing a party on Saturday. I just know I'll be able to find Mr. Right there, I know it! I can feel it, that party's gonna be something special...
His thoughts trailed off into indistinct determination, and he stretched slightly, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep, a very, very satisfied smile on his face.