Nox: Marking the Alley
Just a simple piece on Nox relieving himself on the wall of a bar.
With the music pounding behind him and the voices of others still inside becoming muffled, quieter and quieter, until the door shut behind him.
With a smirk on his muzzle, Nox stumbled out of the bar. It was late at night and there was a celebration going on for the winning team. Nox wasn't actually interested in the happenings of football, but the wolverine sure as hell wasn't going to pass up all the drinks.
His steps were awkward and shaky, but Nox managed to walk away from the dimly lit front. The single bulb illuminating the way was flickering and buzzing, showing signs of giving out any minute. Really, the bar itself was in need of an overhaul, but the folks in the small, cozy town found a certain charm to it. It was simple and served well enough, but like the furs that worked there. Just like the patrons that frequented its four walls.
His head was fuzzy and his body was warm as he brushed his large paw against the brick. He turned the corner, feeling the rough surface lightly scratch at his pads. Dipping out of the light and draped in shadow, Nox shuffled deeper into the alley. His own dark fur blended in with the space, making him invisible to anyone just passing by.
That was exactly what the large wolverine wanted. He didn't want to be caught again like last time and it was best to do this close by. Once he was done he could go right back inside and pick up where he left off.
Slowly, Nox eased his other large paw into his ripped pants. He felt around, shuddering as his fingers traced over his sheath. It was already swelling and the tip of his cock was already slipping out of it.
As best as he could, the drunk wolverine eased his paw underneath his underwear. He pulled down, lowering his pants and boxers down his legs. The fabric brushed against his thighs and sat down around his ankles. Knowing that he was secluded, and being too drunk to currently feel any embarrassment or shame, Nox allowed his lower half to hang out. The light summer breeze teased and caressed his undercarriage.
With one paw planted against the wall, and the other now wrapping around his semi-hard length, Nox grunted a bit as he began to strain. He didn't have much trouble going, but sometimes when he was drunk and his mind was all over the place, it was hard for the wolverine to get the flow properly started right away.
A bit more pushing came before the first spurts of the golden fluid left from his tip. That was all it took for the stream to increase in strength. It fattened and rushed out of him, arcing downwards before the sound of splattering was heard.
Nox himself didn't watch it happen. Instead his eyes were closed and his head was slightly raised. He simply listened to the sound of his piss coming down to wet the alley's brick wall. First splattering against the wall, the fluid was then trickling downwards, already collecting into a pool that was threatening to reach his boots.
A deep sigh left the large male as he relieved himself. Enhanced by his drunken state, the pleasure of draining his bladder was intensified. It was a deep warmth and rush of pleasure, first having been condensed in his loins. But it was spreading to more of his body.
While he marked the alley in his urine, Nox was panting softy. His tongue could be seen lolling. The round ears on top of his head flicked, taking in the steady sound of his stream. His thick legs shook from the stronger bursts of bliss and his stumpy tail flicked back and forth...
Wrapping his paw around his shaft, Nox slightly angled himself, moving the trajectory to a new spot. It spread his fluids further. The surrounding brick, previously dry and dusty, was made wet in an instant.
Alongside the sensation and sounds, there was the scent that was wafting from the hot fluid. Nox took whiffs of it, oddly liking the smell of his own markings. It was certainly potent, the smell left behind by a big, strong male. It was only made stronger by the dark alcohol that he sipped on and the many beers that he had downed...
Pleasure continued to course through his body and the pleasured noises that came from the wolverine didn't wane. It was a long piss thanks to the alcohol. And the longer it went, the better it seemed to feel. Under the added haze of his drunken state, the feeling was near orgasmic.
A whole minute in and the stream was still plenty strong; thick and dark yellow. Hitting the wall and running down the flat surface, the puddle of the wolverine urine was spread out, already spreading out past his boots. Nox just stood in his own piss, only making more of a mess within the alley, just out of sight from the passersby that left the bar. Their talking and laughing did nothing to substantiate his own moments of bliss.
The stream did start to taper out, and Nox countered it by putting added pressure on his bladder. The pleasure grew much stronger, nearly making his knees buckle. But Nox stood firm and forced himself to keep urinating with that same, blissful force. He could feel himself running out, but if it allowed just a bit more of those sounds, smells, and feelings...
Slowly, Nox could feel his bladder running on empty and the stream of gold eased into nothing more than a few weak dribbles. They leaked onto the wolverine's hand as his length was creeping back into its sheath.
It took Nox a few moments to realize that it was about time to pull up his pants and return to the bar's celebration. The pleasure had left him stunned for a bit, but he managed to pull his thankfully dry pants up and he slowly stepped through the puddle of his own making...
Slowly, Nox was leaving the alley, leaving behind the remnants of the drinks he had already ingested. He planned to have a bit more and if those drinks were anything like the ones he had before, Nox knew they too were going to go right through him.