A Ratty Morning
Demetri takes his time getting up
It isn't great, but I wanted to write something with my smelly boy
10 AM wasn't exactly early for most, but Demetri wasn't really much of an early riser. Hell, you'd be lucky to even get him up before noon. It wasn't like he needed to, all his 'work' came at night, (among other things).
His joints pop and crack as he stretches, waking them up after a relatively stationary sleeping position. His grey fur is matted in places, in desperate need of a shower it hasn't gotten in quite a bit. Showers were never a necessity for him, preferring to stay in his natural ratty state. Sure, he got some looks outside, but who cares, eh?
His dyed hair lazily lies to one side of his head, the mohawk limp. Nothing a bit of gel and time can't fix. Hell, he'd probably wash that before the rest of him. More pops and cracks sound through the room as he rolls his neck, letting out a relieved sigh. As strange as it sounds, he always enjoys that feeling.
Looking around, he examines his room for the millionth time. It's nothing too fancy, but nothing too broke, y'know? There were bottles and cans stacked everywhere, almost every surface stained with some kind of fluid. TLC could make an entire show on this room alone! The smells were a whole 'nother ball game. Piss, stale booze, tobacco, even some piss. Some of the many scents he prefers to spend his time in. Scents that give him....feelings.
Tossing the (also stained) sheets aside, he reveals his naked body. Sleeping in clothes makes too much laundry, not to mention a bit of a hassle. Looking down, he laughs a bit. Standing at 10 inches and a couple thick, his pride is not misplaced. Lying underneath is a heavy pair of balls, even for a rat. It was no wonder he'd gained a reputation among the less than savory residents, but it'd been weeks since his last session, let alone fuck, and today he was feeling frisky.
Teasingly, he runs his hands down his furred sides and chest, fingers tickling over his nipples. Down over his belly to his thighs. Sliding inwards, he caresses his throbbing member. While his whole body practically radiated musk, it was at it's strongest around his cock. The thick pubic fur held the scent well, mixing it with sweat and all manner of fluids. He runs his fingers through it, groping his balls a bit before moving back up, covering his snout with it. The musk gives a sort of rush, strong enough that even he feels a bit aroused by it. Pre oozes from his tip, dripping onto his belly, connecting them with a shiny strand.
"Mmm, fuck..." he groans, rolling his shoulders as he sits himself up a bit. The hand on his cock begins to lazily stroke, fingertips brushing lightly against his thick meat. His toes curl, a shudder moving through his body. Other hand moving back down, he gropes his sack, squeezing at it softly. He always liked when they were involved, something that didn't change even when alone. Each squeeze draws out another spurt of crystal pre. Gathering a bit on his finger, he slips it into his waiting mouth. It didn't taste like much, his pre never did, but it got him harder and that's all he cared about at this point.
His grip starts to tighten, now actually holding his cock. The speed stays slow, teasing, getting as much out of it as possible. The hand on his balls starts to drift lower still. Scooting back down, he lifts his legs up, hand groping his ass. It's nothing to laugh at either, soft but still firm. Perfect meal and perfect cushion for any guy's hips. That said, it wasn't exactly new to having stuff in it. His finger presses against his hole, prodding and running around the ring before sliding in. Compared to the rest of him, his ass was pretty damn clean. Scat was one of his few limits, meaning that he'll keep himself clean down there at any cost. As he slides it in, he lets out another gravelly moan. As tough as he acts, Demetri is still a slut at heart.
Speeding up, his cock throbs with pleasure. Pre is spread down the shaft with each go, adding a wet schlick sound to the moans. Slowly, he begins to finger himself faster, middle finger just barely hitting his sweet spot. Each hit makes his shaft throb harder, more and more pre lubricating his member. "Fuck!" he shouts, legs shaking as he almost begs himself for orgasm.
It isn't long before he gets what he wants. With a whining moan, and finger pressed to his prostate, he begins to unload. Ropes upon ropes of thick, virile cum explode onto his chest and belly. His balls churn as they empty their pent-up load onto him. His moans slowly bleed into an exhausted pant as the orgasm goes on for a while before dying off, leaving the rodent covered in yellow-white seed. Legs going back down, he wipes his hand off on an uncoated bit of fur. Although his orgasm came and went, he wasn't quite finished.
His lower belly has a bit of pain. No, not his lower belly, his bladder. "Cleanup time, I guess." he says, grinning. For Demetri, even cleanup was pretty damn dirty. Holding his now semi-hard cock, he takes a deep breath and begins to unload again.
Not cum this time, but something a bit more...yellow. Strong, dark yellow piss unleashes itself from his cock, splashing down on him. It does clean, in a way. The cum runs down his sides, pooling on the bed to be dealt with another time. Although that's done quick, the stream doesn't let up. Not that Demetri minds, he loves the stuff. Mouth open, he aims his cock at his mouth, the bitter, strong smelling urine splattering on his tongue and getting right in his mouth as he happily gulps it down. The piss runs down his chin and neck, covering a decent part of his naked fur, adding to the cacophony of smells that he already carries. His free hand rubs it in, almost like he's marking himself.
The golden shower eventually fades though, leaving one smelly rat soft and exhausted. Rolling over, he yawns. Maybe the day can start a bit later...