Consolation
Story by MasterInkBlaster on SoFurry
After an embarrassing and painful failure of an attempt to meet up with a blind date, Wally decides to take matters into his own hand.
A commissioned The Last Belle short story, written by the great Darius Apetrei way back around May 2024, with some additional help by yours truly!
Thumbnail artwork done by Kylestor!
Takes place shortly after the end of the short film. Feel free to watch it here!
Wally’s eyes still throbbed with an impassable drunkenness. He propped himself up from his broken armchair and looked around his apartment. Beer cans everywhere.
It had taken him that long to realise that his dreams for a blind date had been over. He shook his fat head, his entire slimy and bruised body shaking with it, as a deep sigh rose out of him.
He felt dirty. A chance thrown out of the window because he couldn’t stop himself from emptying his fridge.
He looked down at himself. A night of abuse, that’s what it was. Abuse towards his body and towards his heart. He could’ve had something special. Instead, he found himself with nothing but broken bones and bruises.
Groggy and dirty, he dragged his feet towards his bathroom. Luckily, the beer cans did not make it that far. His pornos did, though—some of them, that is. Just seeing them–the women with their big tits, their pale pink and brown nipples, their crotches with their happy trails and the shapes of their asses–oh boy, how neat they were. How Wally could’ve had something like that right in his apartment, if he didn’t drink himself to sleep.
He felt something stirring in his loins, beneath the folds of his large belly. It was momentary, though, for he felt too dejected to play with himself. Shaking his head, he turned away from the pornos and stepped into the shower, thumping his head against the wall as he let the water run over his head.
It was scorching hot, the type of shower that was going to make him look as red as a lobster. He hoped that the sting of his skin getting burnt alive would take his mind away from what a failure the day had been—what a failure he had been.
But it didn’t, not directly.
Instead, Wally found that the water coursed down his body in an odd fashion. It seemed to bend around his back and belly and sides and all trickle down underneath him, in his crotch. All the blood seemed to flow there, as well, and in no time, that familiar stirring from before pitched up a nice tent, raising his cock so eagerly that it pushed up against the fat of his belly.
Wally smiled to himself, realising that even after such sadness, perhaps a quick one was the sort of self-love he needed. To test the waters, he put his hands down there and gave his cock a flick. A slight shudder of pleasure. Still, it felt a little wrong. Still, he felt dirty, he felt as if he could’ve had something more than just a wank.
His cock was starting to go flaccid. With a sigh, he caught onto his loofah, applying shower gel as he started lifting his belly, scrubbing himself right over his cock and balls. At first, it was simply done with the purpose of washing himself, but then, the constant pushing and shoving of his pearls stimulated him. The harshness of the loofah made it so his cock throbbed, yearning to be stroked.
Wally gave it a few more scrubs before he decided to get serious. Once that was the case, he dropped the loofah at his feet and started stroking himself. It was a bit of effort, with all the fat and flabs there, but in the end, he managed to grab onto his shaft and start going to town. His tongue escaped out of his mouth and his eyes closed with great pleasure as he squeezed hard at his cock, stroking himself over and over.
There were tingles here and there all over his cock, but Wally quickly realised that simply having his eyes closed wasn’t cutting it. With his cock still in his hand, he turned around, leaning out of the tub and stretching his free hand for one of his porn mags.
Just as he was about to slip and fall onto his head, he caught onto one of the magazines thrown around the bathroom and dragged it into the shower. He didn’t care if it got wet. In fact, it was better like this. The water droplets looked like beads of perspiration on the women’s naked bodies. Their large tits got covered in them and as his beady eyes stared at their nipples, the shape of their waist and how their bodies bent, he could feel the rush of pleasure filling his body.
He gulped and grunted as he stroked himself harder and harder, eyes darting from figure to figure. It was a whole spread of them. Some of the women were bent over and he could see their fat asses. He could imagine himself sinking his fingers into them, clutching those cheeks and spreading them apart, making way for his cock to enter those tender, tight, hot pussies from behind. The look of them drove him mad. He felt his cock throbbing in his grip and he knew he didn’t have much longer after that.
His eyes then meandered to one woman that made him tighten his grip so much he thought he was going to crush his cock. The hot redhead was on her back, legs up in the air and spread wide open. Her hand was on her pussy, her fingers parting the neat, pink folds for Wally to look right into her hole. And what a hole it was. A wet, small, pink thing, just perfect for his cock to enter.
He quickened his strokes until he could no longer restrain himself. His entire shaft throbbed and as a quivering heat rose up in his shaft, he felt the rest of the body melting into itself.
He erupted with thick spurts, bursting and splashing against the wall. Each pump weakened him more and more, to the point that his knees began to shake, and by the time he ejaculated his very last, Wally had collapsed into his tub, right onto his face, his nose buried deep into the porno mag, his mouth on the pristine, tight hole of the redhead as the hot water continued to splash over his back.