Jake's Husky
#1 of Kinktober 2016
Jake doesn't have a boyfriend to spend his nights with, but then, Jake doesn't want a boyfriend. He has everything he needs for that waiting for him in his dorm room, whenever he wants it.
This story involves M/Solo masturbatory acts between a consenting adult male and a stuffed animal. It serves at Day #1's entry of my Kinktober Challenge! ^^
Jake's Husky
Jake had long since stopped making excuses for what he did when he was alone in his dorm room. He'd used them all, every reason and excuse in the books since acquiring the giant plush husky at the state faire a year or so ago. It had been a gift, won for him by a friend who had thought it would be a hilarious inconvenience for the raccoon. And to begin with, it had been exactly that. It was huge. Almost as long as he was. During the day it had lain upon his bed, and at night it covered a substantial portion of the bedroom floor, tripping both Jake and his friends when they returned from classes to hang out on more than one occasion.
The first time, he'd told himself it was revenge. His way of making his friend's unhelpful present serve some purpose. He'd jerked himself off ahead of time, bringing himself close to the brink thinking there was no way he'd be able to seriously do anything with the stuffed animal otherwise. He'd crawled up onto the bed, rolled the giant husky plush onto his back, and just started humping. It had felt good. Surprisingly good. The fake fur was soft, and while still light the stuffing within the husky was firm enough to lend some structure and form to the figure that Jake had found himself fucking to a worryingly pleasant orgasm.
A single day later, he'd found himself in the same position. Straddling the stuffed animal, rock hard and already trembling in anticipation. That time, he'd convinced himself he was using it to fantasise about other things. He'd watched porn a few days back, and thought he remembered a cute husky guy. The toy was just a stand in to make that fantasy a tiny bit more real. Nothing more. And once he was done with it, after this last fuck, he'd either wash the toy or bin it. Either way, it wouldn't happen again.
Only, it did. Day after day. Night after night. Jake actually realised after a couple of weeks that he was jerking off maybe twice as much as the month before, and almost all of that passion and cum was being poured onto one single target. Still though the excuses had come thick and fast as his climaxes at the plush animal's delicate touch. He needed to get laid. He liked it because it felt more like real sex than masturbation. He liked to be able to lie down while getting off, an act not of kinkiness, but of sheer laziness on his part. The raccoon tried all these ideas on for size, and it took a whole other month before he even considered investigating another option. The truth.
It was one morning, as he woke up cuddling the stuffed animal, legs wrapped around it and morning wood gently grinding into the slightly matted but regularly washed fluff of its belly, that he hadn't been able to keep from admitting something to himself any longer. He nuzzled the toy. He rolled over onto his stomach, pinning it beneath him and moaning tenderly as he hooked his knees around the flat-resting, firmly set legs of the husky plush. He licked at the underside of its muzzle, and pecked at it with a fond kiss as he began to thrust.
He liked it. And not because it was a substitute. Not because it allowed him to think or fantasise that he was fucking a real live person. He liked it for exactly what it was. A stuffed animal. A plushie that required nothing of him but regular cleaning to keep it scent and relatively stain free. A cute, even sexy toy, with which he didn't have to be anything but the most free, uninhibited version of himself.
And more than a year after that first excuse-laden night with his plush pup, Jake was more free and uninhibited than ever.
"Ah. Aah. Ahhyes..."
The raccoon had been back from his classes for less than five minutes. His friends were going to be waiting for him in the dorm's central lobby soon enough. They were headed into town, going to grab some dinner and then head to a bar to drink the evening away. But before he could dress for their night out, before he could even consider donning so much as a thread of clothing... there was someone who needed him. Someone who needed his attention, and whom he needed so desperately in return.
Licking and nipping at the back of the neck of his plushie, Jake rode him doggy-style. Hunched over the husky with his stuffed curl of a tail poking out from the left hand side of the raccoon's hips, Jake fucked the plush toy with the fevered haste of an actual dog in heat, but the care and attentive adoration of someone who wanted nothing but their partner's own pleasure. He knew that the husky wasn't able to feel what was happening to him, he wasn't insane. But while he didn't have to act like he cared, he enjoyed playing that role. He enjoyed thinking about how as he fucked the always needy, attentive dog, he would be granting him such intense, sweet pleasure if he were able to feel it.
"Good doggy. Ooh... ohhhh m-my good boy. Fuck. Fuck yeah... ahh..."
Resting on his knees, the dorm room bed creaked slightly as Jake rather sharply rocked his hips back and forth against the stuffed animal. His hands traced down the husky's soft flanks from forelegs to hind, and gripped at the gentle, rounded hips, pulling the toy tighter still against him. More of his weight leaned forward onto the husky, and Jake moaned while seeing the dog's head tilt back slightly, his upper body's fabric was compressed and tugged upon. He craned his own neck forwards and kissed the husky between the ears now they were in range. In his mind, the pup loved it when he did that.
"Don't worry. I won't be long. I'll... I'll cum with you. Jakey'll be r-right... oh fuck. Right there. Fuck, Sam. My Sammy pup... you're so soft."
He really was so soft. So addictively, beautifully, rapturously soft. His sleek dark back. His white and silvery grey face. The felt of his nose and muzzle. The long, fluffy curl of his tail. So very soft and tempting. But nothing was softer, nothing sweeter to the touch in its gentle embrace, than his belly.
Pulling away from the stuffed toy just for a second, Jake rolled the husky over and practically threw himself down astride Sammy where he now lay on his back. He gave a happy, frantic gasp as he felt the familiar silkiness of that delicate belly-fluff against his cock, and with passionate strokes of his hips began to fuck the plushie to his, and to his own delirious satisfaction.
"Ah! Ah! _ H-here it... here it comes. You're doing it. You're... aaahh y-you're making me... Sammy. Sweet pup. I love you. I... I ha-ahh... I love... ohhh god. Soft. _Soft. Sammy! Nnnh-hhhnnhhaah!"
Flinging his arms around the husky's neck, Jake buried his face in Sammy's chest and wailed in strangled delight. He huffed and moaned feverishly as streaks of hot cum lashed from the tip of his straining cock and across the plushie's belly, humping and grinding against the stuffed toy right the way through the trembling heights of his orgasm. All the while, with his eyes tight shut and his muzzle drinking in the scent of faint sweat, sex and his very favourite fabric softener, he imagined other cries joining his own. Again though, not the cries of another lover. Not the cries of a fantasy partner or crush. But rather, the cries of the toy he was holding so tightly. The toy he fucked not just daily, but whenever they could steal even a few minutes alone for a teasing quickie.
He loved to imagine Sammy sharing in his pleasure. Sharing the rush of orgasm, and revelling in the staining of his soft fur every bit as much as Jake enjoyed causing those stains. But when it was over, when he was spent and lying panting, trembling flat over the stuffed animal, he was just as glad that Sammy was not able to cry out. Glad that Sammy, much as he cherished him, was just a toy. A stuffed, oh so fuckable plushie toy.
Plushies didn't get tired. Plushies didn't get upset if you went out and got drunk with friends, then came home at 3am wanting a booze fuelled blowjob. And plushies didn't care if you had friends waiting downstairs, so after fucking them you had to get up, get dressed, and leave them lying on your bed, still stained with streaks of your slowly drying cum.
Sammy was perfect just the way he was, and that was precisely why Jake loved him quite so dearly as he did.
By Jeeves
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