Exam Relief
This is my first furry story as well as my first furry adult story. So be gentle, but please give me some feed back on what you think of it. I would greatly appreciate any advice or critique you could give me. I'm looking forward to venturing further into the world of anthro-fiction and erotica.
Oh yeah and disclaimer, this is adult material of a homosexual nature. If you are to young or that isn't your cup of tea then get outta here. Your obviously on the wrong site in the first place.
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It had been one hell of a day. Finals week wasn't labeled "hell week" for nothing after all. Dragging his feel Jackson climbed the three flights of stairs to his dorm door, fumbling with exhausted paws to get the key into the lock. It was bad enough that it was exams week, but poor Jackson had to endure three exams in one day. Calculus, chemistry, and physiology, being pre-med really sucked sometimes. But it was over now, he had survived hell week, and was sane enough to put one foot in front of the other. At least until he made it into his dorm, shucked off his fifty pound back-pack, and leaned back with a thud to collapse against his door.
The lion wasn't a weak guy, hell he was a pretty muscular guy, but the psychological strain of exams had been known to break better men. Jackson sat there, slumped against the inside of his front door, staring blankly at the eggshell white wall. Every doubt he had been feeling over his performance on his finals swelling up inside him. He felt like he could cry or start screaming until his throat was raw. He settled for leaning forward and giving his wall a brutal punch. "God DAMNIT!!!" The lion roared, shaking his now sore paw, his knuckled would probably bruise up after that little stunt.
Sighing, the lion closed his eyes. "No point in stressing out now." He whispered to himself, and there really wasn't. It was all said and done, the exams were over, and he couldn't do anything to change that now. Taking a deep breath he pulled himself upright and headed for his bedroom, leaving his back pack discarded by the front door. Halfway there the lion was stopped by the mirror hanging in his hallway. He paused to look at himself. He looked like shit. Bags forming under his eyes, hair messy and disheveled, the whites of his eyes blood shot around the bright green iris. He couldn't help but chuckle. How many hours of sleep had he gotten in the last five days? A dozen or so, maybe even less. Surviving on caffeine and nervous energy took its toll. "Jackson my man, you look like shit." He said to himself, chuckling as he rubbed his eyes and combed his fingers through his hair.
Perhaps a shower was in order. That would help him relax at the same time. The lion nodded to the idea and headed the rest of the way to his bedroom, turning right at the end of the hall and into his bedroom. It certainly wasn't a small room, but it only afforded him enough space for a full sized bed, a computer desk and dresser. The closet was a toss all of his clothes, personal effects, and some free weights he used to keep in shape. He was a committed student, didn't own a game system, and kept entertained by reading library books or text books. It was rather Spartan in that aspect and Jackson liked it that way.
The lion yawned as he made it into his room, stretching slowly, his arms extended over his head. There came a sharp popping, then a crack. The lion grimaced and rubbed at his neck, feeling like he was falling apart. Sighing his paws took the bottom of his shirt and peeled it up and off, exposing his torso to the free air. Now Jackson might be devoted to his studies, but he also works hard to keep himself in shape. This is plain to see from the thick pectoral muscles he's cultivated from years of weight lifting. Not to mention the flat stomach, punctuated by hard brick like abdominals that tensed under his tawny fur with each breath he took. Casually the lion stroked a paw through his deep auburn chest ruff, trailing his paw down his abs. That paw followed the path of his treasure trail, running from between his pecks down to his navel, and stopping as the paw reached his belt buckle. That trail of fur didn't stop there of course; it went right down to the base of his member.
This was another area that Jackson took some pride. He was a big guy standing six foot four, he was hung proportionally. The lion didn't like to brag but he wasn't exaggerating when he told cute little fox subs he was packing nine thick inches. Rarer still was the fact that the lion didn't have a sheath, sporting an uncircumcised human shaped member. It was a recessive trait in his family line that he was lucky enough to have inherited. While it was somewhat of an oddity among anthros, the lion certainly hadn't had a lover complain about his foreskin.
His paw resting on his belt Jackson grinned a bit to himself, thinking about his last lover. It had been nearly a month since then, a night at a club turned into a one night stand with a hot little fennec fox. The lion couldn't help but murr softly thinking about how the little vulpine moaned when he bent him over the side of his bed and took his tight little rump. The lion purred softly in his chest, his fingers making quick work of his belt and fly, kicking his pants off behind him. Now he was only standing in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs, the lion found them were the most comfortable form of underwear.
His paws kept roaming, one brushing over the pouch in the front, drawing a little sympathetic flinch from his nether region. How long had it been since he had masturbated? He had to think for a moment, so clearly it was too long. Even the lead up to finals was filled with projects and papers, not to mention studying long hours every night. It had to have been at least two weeks since the lion had made the time or effort to please himself. Sighing he let his paw linger over his groin. Caressing through his underwear softly he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth against his paw. Cupping his orbs through the fabric he squeezed and tugged gently, making himself mewl out softly.
Yes he certainly felt that his testicles had become much heavier than normal. Apparently he needed to get off more than he had previously thought; it would also serve as a nice way of relieving some stress. The lion remember reading in a health journal once that masturbation was a wonderful technique for diminishing stress and had cardiovascular benefits in lowering blood pressure. Rolling his eyes Jackson pushed medical thoughts from his mind, trying to stay away from such dry and un-stimulating memories.
Instead his mind started to drift back to that little cream colored fennec fox that had been his last sexual partner. The vulpine has made it plain that he wanted the lion, and they had hurried back to his dorm to make that want a reality. Their clothes had been discarded in a flash and not ten minutes after reaching his bedroom Jackson had the little fox on his knees, muzzle planted between his legs slurping on his thick ebony leonine pole. Jackson purred deeply remember the way the foxes muzzle had devoured him, his paw rubbing at the now growing bulge in his underwear. Turned out the fennec had no trouble taking all of him, swallowing his cock to the hilt, his throat embracing the lion's thick tool so wonderfully.
The fox had teased him like that for some time. Bottoming out on his cock and then just holding still, letting the lion feel the soft hug of his throat around his meaty prick. Every so often the vulpine would swallow and make his throat clench around Jackson's pride, sending ripples of pleasure through the leonine meat. Finally Jackson couldn't take it anymore and he reached down and pulled the fox off, ordering him to present his ass. And the vulpine grinned and did as he was told, eagerly leaning over the side of the bed and presenting his tight ass.
The lion was pressing a bit more firmly at his groin, his paw no longer just lazily caressing, this was now a deliberate rubbing over the growing bulge in the lion's underwear. He was stroking a tent and an impressive one at that. Tilting his head down he looked at the peak in the fabric of his underwear, purring deeply. "Well look who I woke up." His paw reached down and slowly circled around that tent, giving a nice tight squeeze, a moan leaving his lips as he did. It had definitely been to long since he had pleasured himself. His free paw traveled up his chest, caressing himself. He dragged his sharp claws through his fur, letting the tips trace over his bare skin, drawing a shiver from his body in response.
That paw made its way to his pecks, slowly caressing down the crease between them and over to the side. It pause as a claw tickled over his nipple, making him gasp softly. That little brush turned into him taking the nipple between thumb and forefinger and giving a nice little pinch. Jackson let out a deep murr as he teased himself, tugging at his nipple as the paw on his crotch began to stroke up and down the tent his cock made squeezing harder. Damn he needed this.
That paw on his crotch slithered up to the elastic waist band of around his waist and gripped it. With a tug out it slipped down to hook beneath his heavy tawny furred orbs. Breathing a sigh of relief Jackson looked down to see his thick ebony pole still a bit flaccid hanging out. He had always liked the way his lighter auburn pubic fur contrasted with the deep ebony skin of his cock. His paw slide down and gripped the base giving a tight squeeze, watching the veins bulge and stand out along his length. Slowly he pulled back his foreskin, noting the little beads of glistening pre already smearing around his mushroom tip.
Licking his lips the lion kept that slow stroking up, dragging his paw up and down, unfurling and then recovering his tip with pre-cum lubricated foreskin. It didn't take him long to reach full mast, nine thick inches of leonine meat jutting up between his muscles thighs. With a little push Jackson let gravity pull his underwear down to pool at his feet before kicking them aside. Purring deeply the lion watched his own paw stroking along his meaty shaft. While he lion wanted to get himself off, he wanted more than just a paw. After all he had gone without for far too long to let this be a paw only affair.
Grinning widely and purring he made his way over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. This was his underwear drawer, but after shifting some clothes out of the way the lion licked his lips and pulled out his form of alone time entertainment. It was his fleshlight. He had picked it up and an adult novelty in the city the last time he had been there. It was to celebrate another semester of good grades he had told himself. Mostly it was because he liked the idea of having a tight tailhole to fuck whenever he wanted, without having to have random one night stands all the time.
The toy was about a foot long, made of clear plastic, shaped like a flashlight. That's indeed where it got its name from. It had a clear plastic hard case shaped like a flashlight. But where there would normally be a bulb, instead there was a soft clear plastic sleeve modeled to look like a real tailhole. The lion had his doubts after first getting it. But damn if the toy didn't feel nearly like the real article. If the fennec had little ridges inside his tailhole to rub at the lion's shaft, the fleshlight would have felt just like him.
The lion chuckled thinking about that comparison. He was pretty sure that had the fennec had little soft ridges lining his tailhole...the lion would have kept him for a regular fuck buddy. Hell he would have the little fox over as often as he could to pound his tight ass. He picked up the toy in one paw and pulled the bottle of lube that accompanied it out as well and headed for his bed.
Hopping up in bed he laid on his back, cock throbbing as his eagerness grew. The lion turned the tight entrance of the toy up to face him. He always loved how tight that ring looked, just like a real pucker. Moaning softly Jackson grabbed the bottle of lube and popped the top with a lewd snap of his thumb. Drizzling some on the faux tailhole he set the bottle aside and then started to smear the slick liquid around the opening of the fleshlight.
He worked to prepare the toy as he would a real partner. Slicking up the tight pucker and then working a finger into it, spreading the lube around. Whining a bit as he felt the soft walls of the toy grip his digit. He started to work his finger deeper, getting the lube nicely spread. The soft slick ridged walls tickled his digit, making his groan, remember how nice they felt along his thick spire of leonine pride.
He couldn't wait anymore. Withdrawing his digit from the toy the lion gripped the thick base of his shaft and inverted his grip on the toy. Bringing the entrance of the toy down he ground it against his tip. Smearing the lube around his cockhead he moaned. Pulling harder he bit his lip as finally the tight faux tailhole gave and his broad tip pushed into the tight slick pucker. "Oooh...fuck yeah.." He moaned out deep in his chest, pulling down he sunk the toy deeper onto his thick tool, inch by inch working the tight walls of the fleshlight down onto his throbbing shaft. It didn't take long for him to drag the toy to the hilt. Jackson was panting by then, his eyes fixed on the toy, watching his cock fill the tight inner tunnel of the clear toy. There was only an inch or so more room in the toy when he was hilted inside, and he ground it down till there was even less room.
"Mmm...such a tight ass." The lion groaned as he kept the toy hilted on himself, slowly starting to pull it up his shaft, feeling his foreskin and shaft being caressed by each little soft ridge inside the toy. He rested his cock head against the pucker again. This time he gave a little jerk and sunk the toy down, pushing into it much faster. Stopping once again when he hilted it on his cock. The lion bit his lip and started a nice rhythm going, pulling the toy up to his tip only to sink it down again to the hilt. Jackson liked using full strokes of the toy, it was hard for him to get all of his thick cock inside of most guys. The fennec had been a rarity, taking him to the ball with no trouble at all. The fleshlight couldn't clench on him, but the ridges inside made up for it though.
The lion began to sweat lightly as he leaned his head back, listening to the sloppy wet sounds of the fleshlight dragging up and down his tool. It was lewd and hot to hear his pole sink in with a soft wet slurp. He twisted the toy slowly on his prick, making the inner walls rub and slid over all the sweet spots on his shaft, sending ripples of pleasure through the lion's body. Growling softly his hips bucked a bit, pushing up as if the fleshlight were a lover riding him.
For a while Jackson held the toy still in his paws and rolled his hips, thrusting up into the toy like that, imagining it was the little fennec riding his big lion tool. "Oh yeah...work that ass on my cock." He moaned out to himself, his hips giving harder and harder thrusts into the tight, slick, and now heating up tunnel of the toy. This was really starting to turn the lion's crank just the way he needed. So he kept the little fantasy going.
Standing up and grabbing a few pillows the lion placed them at the edge of his bed, setting the fleshlight on top of them. He leaned over, gripping the fleshlight with both paws, sinking his pre-cum dripping tip to the entrance of the toy and shoving back into it. Closing his eyes he growled out deeply, imagining it was the cute warm little fox trapped beneath him that he was sinking his prick into. He growled out deeply, thrusting hard, grinding every inch of himself deep into the toy. "That's right fox..take that big prick." Panting Jackson started to thrust, hard and fast, slamming his nine inches of lion prick into the toy. God he could almost smell the little fox again, hear his whimper and moans as he had pounded into him.
Jackson was moaning near constantly now, his heavy orbs slapping wetly against the fleshlight, the fur of his sac wet with lube and his dripping pre-cum. It dripped off the cleft of his balls and ran down his thigh matting the fur there. Each hard thrust was punctuated by a growl or a moan from the lion, his hips pumping faster, slamming his tool into the fleshlight. Gritting his teeth the lion growled deep in his chest, hips picking up speed. "Yeah...fuck...take that cock you tight little slut." He blurted out in heated passion.
The leonine could feel the pressure building, pushing up from his heavy orbs. He needed this, needed to cum, to fill the tight tailhole he was drilling himself into. It only took a few more fettered rough slams of his hips and the dam broke. Throwing his head back he yowled out ferally as his hilted himself one last time, his cock throbbing as spurt after spurt of thick milky lion seed filled the toy. On and on Jackson's climax seemed to go, a full two or three minutes before the soaring pleasure ebbed and his balls stopped sending their hot contents into the fleshlight.
Exhausted and sated the lion collapsed over onto his side, not bothering to pull the fleshlight from his throbbing member. He was a sweat panting mess. After a while when the sweat and lube started to cool the lion reached down and pulled the toy from his member. He watched and grinned as his seed messily leaked from the entrance, just like it had from the cute little fennec's used tailhole. He let the seed drip onto his crotch. He needed a shower anyway he figured. All thoughts of his exams forgotten for the moment at least as he made his way to the bathroom, fleshlight still clutched in his paw.