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The refrigerator swung open revealing exactly nothing. Thirsty and disinclined to actually go anywhere after such a long day at work, the dog whined softly at the emptiness. It was mostly ritual though he had never stopped long enough to think about it and realize. Every day he slammed his door shut and hurriedly peeled off his shirt as he set toward the kitchen, then by the time he was taking a look in his empty icebox he'd kicked his pants to the far wall letting his balls dangle in the cool air wafting out of the old fridge.

Not that they dangled too far, he wasn't a bull after all, still they were too big not to pull up toward his body every time he searched. Easily enough though, the massive orbs, putting most footballs to shame, relaxed and swung under him as he peered as if looking harder would summon up a case of Mountain Dew. No such miracle had happened yet but he was an earnest dog if nothing else and closed the refrigerator promising himself he'd get something later that night.

His body knew what his mind didn't though and his sheath swelled with anticipation as he wandered back to room and slumped against the wall. He slid lazily to the floor and debated the many things he still needed to take care of. He'd skipped his work out that morning, his laundry was piling up again, that book was still sitting on his desk, half finished. But suddenly he looked down and saw a bead of pre leaking from the pink flesh pointing up at him.

It looked all too savoury, dripping generously as his dick swelled. More and more of it poured out of him as it crept toward his face. With his legs cocked haphazardly around it, his canid tackle seemed all the more alluring, skin fading from dark and ruddy to pale and creamy then hinting at red again the more it rose from his oversized sheath. An eager finger reached down and scooped a sample of his musky juice and smeared it over the length of his tongue too the sound of a gracious moan.

He deserved a good bit of self appreciation he thought as he leaned back and let his cock flop against his nipple, still growing, the pointed tip now squirting his lust against the wall and the side of his face. Besides, what is more relaxing than a good blowjob? He'd never met anyone better at sucking his dick than himself and that suited him just fine. Would get rid of his thirst too.

With the decision finally made, though there was no chance of him choosing anything else, the canine wrapped his fingers around his meat and stroked himself aiming the spray of clear, hot dickwater to fill his mouth with salty sweet musk. The taste was intoxicating, driving him on further as his smooth pads tickled his hot flesh. Faster and faster he worked the length, quickly adding his other grip to ease the load on the first.

He'd grown accustomed over the years to his incredible girth, not that he wasn't insanely long, filling his mouth completely before he'd bent enough to hide his nipples from view, but needing both hands just to complete a circle around his shaft made masturbation difficult. That is, until he discovered just how wide he could open his jaw. He unfurled his tongue to protect himself from his teeth then readily filled his mouth with dick. Spicy skin and a flood of precum filled his senses as he bobbed up and down his length.

Slick juice poured down his flesh as his fingers sped up using the warm lube to quicken his pace and make happy wet noises along the fat tool. He took his time with the tip though, bobbing his head a little further each time and fighting back his own weak gag reflex as the tapered flesh prodded at his throat. His well practiced neck opened gradually, stretching little by little until he was really bending over, gulping down his cock deep, the flared base starting to swell as he worked himself over enthusiastically.

His tongue began to writhe, slurping up the escaped pre and leaving relatively cool spit in its place, making him shiver as when a breeze drifted through his bedroom. His fingers shifted lower, one set still jerking fast while the other squeezed his growing knot as best it could. He guzzled down every drop of precum once he opened up his throat for it, taking measured breathes when he pulled back then using as much of it as he could before pulling back for another. His own heat worked wonders as always, making him leak wildly into his gullet and bloating his knot much faster than his paws ever did on their own. Even most of the toys littering his closet didn't do as much as his own muzzle.

So he kept sucking, kept licking, kept stroking and squeezing until his knot reached that pleasant, aching fullness and he felt his balls rise up to the occasion. He rode the cusp, licking slower and all but stopping his palms. Only one set of fingers moved, shifting from his knot to the sensitive spot just below it, hidden in his sheath. Finally, content with his pre and ready for the real treat he squeezed and pulled up, tying himself to his paw and gushed hard.

He'd taken his own load many times before. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of times since he learned to pleasure himself this way. He was ready for it. Still it never failed to hit him hard, his eyes opening wide and his cheeks bulging out as they instantly filled with his hot cream. The thick fluid was just the right kind of salty and rich with his potent flavour. If that were the extent of his shot he might have just laid back and savoured the taste on his tongue but instead he had to struggle to keep up with his deluge.

Hot jizz started to drizzle down his shaft, re-slicking his fingers as he began to milk himself, tugging again and again on his monstrous bulb then pushing the seed up his length into his hungry maw. Over and over his batter filled the dog's muzzle, rushing like a river into his gut. He could feel it threatening to push back out of his nose to handle the pressure so he pulled back to suckle just on the tip. More room for more cum.

But soon it was hard to keep the back wash even with the extra space so he tried his last ditch effort. With a careful but deep breath between blasts he pushed forward shoving his cock down his throat and letting the thing shoot batter directly down his esophagus skipping that rather uncomfortable feeling entirely. Some might have questioned how this was a better solution but in the end the canine was happy and once he had enough he pulled back and groaned as cum spilled over his chin and down his chest.

With one paw he held his cock against his shoulder and sprayed the wall, stained with months of his regular self-sucking sessions, while the other groped in the closet for his bucket. It was once an industrial sized pail of paint, the kind that one only got at home improvement warehouses, but after many meticulous washings it was his cum bucket. And he let it fill, gushing all of his orgasm that he hadn't drunk or wasted on the wall. He refreshed it frequently. Nothing worse than letting gallons of spunk get old and rancid. But as he watched the level rise he considered how much he might use before he had to pour it out. If he got dinner started soon he could use some. And obviously he'd need lube for his post-workout reward. A workout while dinner cooked sounded best.

Finally his stream had tapered off and only a small puddle formed around the base of his container. He was getting better at drinking it down finally. Dinner now, then clean up, then work out, then new bucket. His enthusiasm was restored. Of course he'd forgotten all about his drinkless refrigerator. Then again, it wouldn't be such a terrible thing to have to go through it another time.