SHOWER TIME WITH DARREN

Written by McLeod

I, like oh so many others, absolutely love being able to take a shower after a long day's work. The feel of that hot water pounding down upon my sweaty flesh is absolutely heavenly. The thought of the shower never being invented (or even the water heater) fills my with despair. I mean, what would this world be without the shower?

(Or the water heater...)

I'll tell you: Life would be an utter, and unending, Hell on Earth.

These latter thoughts stabbed at my mind as I closed the bathroom door behind me and flipped on the light-switch. My bathroom smelled of soap and wet cloth. I loved that smell with a passion, especially when I was all hot and nasty form doing yard-work.

Like now, for instance: My father and I had just finished planting the roses in our newly created garden, the task taking roughly three hours to complete. During that duration of time, the sun was merciless, setting our skin and fur aflame with its rays of ultraviolet energy. After sweating out pints (gallons?) of water, my clothes completely soaked, a bit light headed from the heat, and muscles aching from the laborious chore, I was to the point of worshiping the Shower as if it was one of the Gods.

I quickly stripped out of my soiled clothing, letting the sweat-drenched articles fall into a heap upon the floor. At the moment I could care less if they stayed on the ground for all eternity, all I wanted was a freakin' shower. The air conditioning (A.C.) felt so good as it flowed from the overhead vents, the sweat collected in my fur absorbing the chilled air, transforming into miniature, sweat and dirt-filled, ice packs. For a moment I was lost in the feeling of the A.C. enfolding my overheated body.

I took a step towards the shower but stopped as I passed by the mirror, my reflection catching my eye. Oh, dear Gods, I looked like a mess. No - I looked like a hot mess. I grimaced as I examined myself. It was not a pretty sight.

My fur was matted with sweat, dirt, and potting soil, hideously disfiguring my arsenic-white coat. Even my long ear had smudges of earth on them. Ugh, was that a bit of rose root in my hair? Yep. It was. My eyes wandered down my chest, small patches of dirt splotched here and there. How did dirt get down my shirt? Who knows... When toiling with a garden, your bound to get dirty in places you'd never expect. I'm still confused as to how those roots got tangled in my hair. It surprised me that my dad didn't say anything about it to me. He knows how much I hate getting my hair dirty.

I looked past the dirt and the grime after scowling at it for a good three minutes, observing my body - its figure. This was something that I could smile about.

I wasn't obese, and I wasn't stick-thin. I was...what would the word of choice be? Hmmm... Ah! I was proportioned. Yes, that is the type of body I have! I've maintained a lean physique, a thin layer of muscle giving me some definition. Due to my high metabolism, and the fact that I run three miles every morning, I hardly ever gain, or loose, any weight. Currently, and for many months now, I've been a comfortable 135 Lbs.

I twist and view my body from the side angle in the mirror, eyes wandering down to my rear. I couldn't help but smile: I have a cute butt. Or, at least I think so. According to the urban folk (teenagers), my curved protrusion would be classified as a "bubble butt." That definition always made me chuckled. It sounded so odd, and yet, at the same time, so accurate.

The point was that I liked my bum, and that was all that mattered. Definitions didn't mean anything if you chose to ignore, or change, them to your own personal liking.

The heavy odor of sweat and filth shot up my nose as I took a breath. Oh, ew! Dear Lords, I smelled worse than the potent Stink Stalk. And let me tell you: That plant, the Stink Stalk, could make even rotting garbage smell like a freshly baked pie.

To the shower! I pulled back the curtains and stepped inside, sliding them back behind me. I twisted the knob in the direction of the red H, water gushing from the lower bath faucet. I leaned against the bath/shower wall and closed my eyes, waiting (PATIENTLY) for the water to warm up. When I felt a cloud of steam rise up around me, I opened my eyes and pulled up the level on the faucet, redirecting the flow of the water to the upper shower head. With a gurgling phssssst, hot water enveloped me.

It felt like heaven.

With my eyes closed, head tilted back, and paws intertwined into my long blond hair behind my head, I left the Earth and swam off to Dream Land. The heated water felt sooooo good as it cascaded down upon my tired body, the clumps and patches of dirt/soil rinsing to the shower/bath floor.

"Mmmmmm. Ohhhhh yeahhhhh..." I moaned as I ran my claws through my now dirt and root-free hair. My scalp went all atingle as my claws scraped over it, and as the steamy water bombarded it.

My muscles practically swooned under the tiny, multiple jets of warm water that shot out of the shower head. I left Dream Land long enough to grab the liquid soap and squirt a large quantity all over my body. I almost fell asleep as I began massaging the soap into my fur.

Thank you, Lords. I thought peacefully, strawberry soap smell wafting upwards into my brain. This was paradise. If I ever take a simple shower for granted, I want someone to punch me in the face.

My paws moved from my shoulders to my chest.

From my chest to my midsection.

From my midsection to my nether regions.

I let out a soft moan as my fingers glided over my sensitive area, endorphins rushing to my brain. I knees trembled slightly as I gently lathered up my dick and balls, an erection forming.

I'm totally not being egotistic or lying when I say this: I have a MASSIVE package. It's 100% true, Scouts Honor!

Average penis size for a male, 18-year-old rabbit: 7 inches.

You want to know how big I was? Do ya? Huh, huh?

Well of course you do. Why else would you have read this far?

Let your eyes wander to the paragraph below this sentence.

My dear readers and story composers, I am proud to say that I - Darren Ember - have a 10 inch rod. My testicles are a little larger than golf balls. I understand that to some Furs, a 10 inch penis isn't what they would consider "large", but to me, considering the "normal" anatomy features of lapines my age, I thought that my dick was a fairly nice...addition. What I lacked in muscle, I made up with my dick.

I hope that doesn't sound too narcissistic of me. I'm just stating the facts.

I grunted loudly as I lost myself in my personal manipulation. I wrapped my slippery paw around my shaft, slowly stroking up and down as my other paw fondled my heavy, hanging orbs.

It felt so fuckin' good.

Up...slowly.

Down...slowly.

The rhythm continued, my tightly clenched paw sending flames of pleasure scorching up my spine, setting my brain alight with sex-fire. My shoulders shook as my paw rose and fell, my balls radiating with tsunamis of pure ecstasy.

I almost collapsed when I proceeded to finger my tight tailhole.

"NGH! F-Fuck!" I gasped out and I slid my digit past the firm threshold of muscle, new levels of lust being injected into my spinal column and rushing up to my cerebral cortex. I licked my sharp canine teeth as the pleasure wracked my shaking body.

I moannnnnnned.

I groannnnnned.

I gasped, grunted, and whimpered as my clawed finger invaded my heated sex tunnel. My other paw continued with its steady movements of ascending my cock and vise versa.

One digit just wasn't enough.

"Uhhhhhh!" I moaned out pitifully as the first finger got a new house-mate. They seemed to get along fabulously from the way they worked me, as a team.

Squish!

I finger-fucked myself with abandon, the brother-paw pumping my dick furiously. I was on the verge of falling to the ground, the pleasure beginning to become too much. I felt the wave of sexual energy quickly build, my bunny balls tingling, begging for release.

Make us cum, Darren. They whispered.

Shoot your load, Bunny. They urged.

Do it now! They fucking COMMANDED!

I couldn't take it anymore!

With a loud moan and a somewhat-contained scream, I came.

HARD!

My back arched as my balls seemed to explode, rocketing semen up my shaft and out. Thick ropes of rabbit-cum shot from my dick-head, the molten seed passing through the cascading water and colliding with the tiled shower wall.

SPLATTER! GLOP! GOOSH!

Fire away!

Again, and again, and again!

Bright colors flashed before my eyes as my orgasm exploded within me. I saw technicolored hues of blue, green, yellow, purple, and pink as I came. This, my friends, was better than any illegal (or legal) drug produced. There was no artificial substance that could match the bliss of a powerful orgasm. Nothing.

No chemical-induced high could match this feeling. Never ever.

After what seemed an eternity, I opened my eyes, my chest heaving as I panted, gasping for breath. The bathroom smelled of sweet fruit and musky sex. I inhaled deeply.

Ahhhhhhh. I loved this smell.

With a shaky paw, I turned off the water. Steam curled around me as the cum began to dribble down the tiles. I couldn't let it escape, oh Hell to the no!

It tasted so good as I licked it from my fingers, having wiped it from the fogged-up wall. Salty. Strong. Full flavored, just like sex-seed should be.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I let out a yelp and also jumped out of my skin and through the ceiling at the sudden beating on the bathroom door. It occurred to me - at that moment - that I may have been in here a bit too long...

"Darren, what the hell are you doing in there, son? Don't you think forty-five minutes is long enough?" My dad shouted through the wooden door, his voice annoyed, but not overly angry.

WELL OOPS!

I let out a broken chuckle before I answered, my voice cracked, my nerves shot to hell. "S-Sorry, Dad! I'm out now!" My dad uttered a curse ("Damn teenage boys...") and grumbled off towards the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

*LETS OUT HUGE BREATH*

I had barely stepped out of the shower, the towel wrapped around my waist, when I heard my dad bellow: "THERE'S NO DAMN HOT WATER YOU LITTLE FUCKER!"

Note to self: Don't masturbate in the shower if someone has to take one after you.

Who knows, they might want to enjoy a little "private time" with their "one-eyed friend", too.

*Chuckle* [: THE END :]

***A NOTE FROM MCLEOD***

1. {So, my friends, how'd I do?} - - -
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Yours truly: McLeod!