Alone
This is a story I wrote quite a while ago, and because I am working on numerous stories at once currently, I will not have any new content for a few days, so I decided to share an older story with you all :) Hope you enjoy your alone time as much as this little guy over here!
As I was sitting on the couch, flipping through the TV because nothing was on, I began to think. "What's stopping me?" I asked myself. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. My mom was upstairs doing her makeup and combing her fur, preparing for her second date with a seemingly nice fox, and my brother was out with his friends at some party. Absolutely nothing was stopping me, and with my mom in the house that would add to the intensity of the situation, kinda hot, actually.
My room was the second door on the left on the bottom floor. As I walked over there, I could hear my mom talking to herself, giving herself some sort of self-motivation.
"Ok. So what if you are 46 years old? You have been married before, that didn't work out, and now you are just getting back into the dating game. You met a really nice guy who is extremely handsome and likes to be with you. Don't mess this up Jane. Don't."
At this point I was a bit concerned, but also not interested, so as she kept talking to herself, I walked over to my room. As I entered the room, I stopped in the doorway. My new room. It's been a few months since my mom and dad decided to get a divorce after dad cheated. The papers were just signed, and we just moved into this new house a couple towns over. My room is the worst. Still smells of paint, which gives me a headache, and despite there being windows covering one whole side of the room, there is still barely any light since there is a three-story mansion next door. The room is mediocre in size at best, with a queen bed against the far wall, leaving only enough room for a TV and desk. Mediocre at best, but it is my room, and my sanctuary to do whatever it is that I want, whenever I want to.
My computer was sitting on my bed, closed of course. When I open the laptop and type in my password, the first window that pops up is Facebook. As a 17 year old teenage fox, you would expect Facebook to be my life. But, I only go on every few days, to check and see if anyone I know has posted anything relevant. Nope.
Before I even get started with anything, I look under my computer, and I see that my dick already started to grow underneath my clothes. I have always thought that he had a mind of his own, popping up whenever he felt like it. But this time, he was popping up right before it was his time to shine. I go to this secret folder hidden on my computer called "Fun & Games". Okay, I know, not the most original, but it is still hidden so the name of it doesn't really matter too much. I open up to see the abundance of collected photos and videos of porn, all seen and masturbated to, at least once. Now my dick really starts to grow, wanting some attention from his master. I move the laptop off my lap to the left side of me, and start to take my clothes off. As I take off my shirt, I look at my chest, white fur and all. I start to gently rub my hands against the fur, sending chills down my spine, cooling me off and turning me on at the same time. I feel my abs, months of hard work, carved into my stomach, rock hard yet soft to the touch. I unbutton my jeans, and take them off as fast as possible, so I could see the damage my dick has done to my underwear so far. My red underwear is stained beyond belief, the cloth covering the elevated tip of my dick especially soaked in my precum. As I stare in disbelief, I start to take them off, to get a closer look, and taste.
Once my underwear is off, I hold it up to my nose, smelling what my underwear has been smelling all day. As I start to put the stained part of the underwear into my mouth, the taste and smell together is overwhelming, making my dick start to throb. I decide to keep the underwear in my mouth, as I want to feel and smell my scents.
After a while of just casually stroking my dick, I went back on to my laptop. I went to search through my photos of what I was in the mood for, and I found a sexy fox jacking off while having sex with a tiger. I started to stroke my rock hard dick much faster now, while feeling the textures of the underwear dripping with precum and saliva in my mouth. I was harder than I have been in a long time, and I could tell this was going to be a fast one.
Faster, faster, and faster, I started to imagine myself in the photo. I imagined myself being rammed with a huge tiger dick, throbbing and tearing me apart, but loving every second. The heavy breathing and moans are all I could hear, making me thrust my hand up and down even faster than before. Finally, I felt it coming. I could feel the dick tightening, the balls having their wonderful liquid sucked out of them, slowly being brought to the tip, waiting their for my call. I held it in for a little longer, so the distance would reach my mouth. I lifted my legs over my head while laying down, and started to finger my ass, making me even harder for the last few seconds. Even faster now, faster than ever before, the orgasm beginning, I began to cum, the first shot directly going into my mouth, licking it all up. Second shot, hitting my snout, using my tongue to pick it up and deliver it to me, and the rest all over my chest.
I slowly returned to my normal breathing, and my dick went back to sleep, to return when he is ready for more fun. Alone, or with another.