A Rough Night Alone
This story contains some strong language, sexual content and homosexual views.
Tristan is my personal character, I've played him for years, have payed for pictures done of him and I will not consent to letting others use him or his likeness; if you can read and write, make your own character. Don't steal mine. Copyright Skunk Stud a.k.a Tristan.
"Ooooorrrrraaahha...!" Is all I can mutter upon first waking up. Everything aches right now. "What the hell happened during the night?" I ask to no one and sit up with an even louder groan than I started with. With a quick look around, barely able to open my eyes, I manage to spy the covers and pillows scattered on the floor around the bed and the nightstand drawer open. Like every other guy, I keep my porn mags, lube bottles and tissues within arms reach of my bed only the opened bottle and some magazines were missing now. I check the floor, steadying myself on the nightstand and find nothing. I brush some hair out of my hair upon sitting back up and look behind me. "What the fuck?!" No wonder I feel like shit, I've been sleeping on three pornos and a large bottle of lube which of course opened itself during the night. I just slump and bury my face in my paws, muttering into them. "Had to happen on my day off.." I spend the next few minutes shaking my head. Last night is kind of a blur but I try to recount my steps none the less.
I finished work around 11pm, I was playing the sailor boy and left the stage with a thong full of bills. Behind the curtains I sat at one of the tables, began counting my money when one of the waiters brought me a drink. Danny I think it was, one of the bar's hunky servers. Said it was from a guy in the audience. Now I'm not big on alcohol but I consider it nice to down whatever my fans buy for me. After all, I tease them to tears and they can't all come to my room with me at closing. It was actually pretty good, Peach Schnapps mixed with something harder. Before Danny slipped away I got a finger hooked in his G-string and pulled him back. "Two more stud." I picked out $30 from my pile and slide the bills into his stretched string, taking a peek at his tiger bits before snapping it back. He just took my glass and left with a laugh. I turned back to my pile with a broad smirk on my face and made a mental note to catch that striped ass of his sometime in the future. After counting $179 in ones and fives and downing the drinks I got up and went off to bed. Fortunately I live above the club so as the drinks began to work their magic I didn't have far to stumble before getting in to my room. When I got inside my clothes were thrown over the chair and I staggered to my bed. I can't hold my liquor.
I remember waking up around 2am. A night of work and those three drinks put me straight to sleep, I didn't even bother closing the apartment door. Luckily a few fellow co-workers live above the club as well and the only things they'd steal are some condoms or clothes if they are going out. I was atop the bed covers and still in my navy blue and gold thong , which was now painfully stretched out in the front. Normally I spend a successful night stripping by working out my stress in a co-worker's mouth or by inviting a patron to my room for the remainder of the night but I didn't get the chance to this evening. So like the good boy I am I obeyed my cock and peeled my thong off. Being the vain skunk I'm known for I take a good long look at my tool. Sitting up, my legs stretched out before me and my paws behind me for support I inspect my cock. I can't get enough of it really. I have spent hours looking at myself in the mirror: limp, hard, semi-soft, tucked in my sheath, peaking from it, cum covered and drooling pre. Last night, though, it was caught between my legs looking shorter than it's proud seven inches and about twice as thick; a nice black cubby. I lifted my left paw from behind me and started to tease my fat dick head which was more than happy for the attention. I ran my index finger around the tip, tracing its slopes and curves, teasing the taut flesh with a rounded finger nail. The thick crown flared as I watched a clear bead of pre grow at the tip. I pressed the same finger down on the pre-oozing hole and smeared the warm liquid around my cock's head, making it shine in the rooms soft light. What wasn't spread over my shaft cap was brought to my lips where it was greedily licked off. I remember smiling like a fool after doing that, I always look sheepish after getting a taste of myself. I brought my paw back down to my leaking erection, continuing to finger at the cum hole and lick its offerings.
Just by chance I looked up and saw the door open. I'm never one to deprive another of a show but once in a while a guy needs his time alone. I hopped off the bed, wobbling a bit as my legs awakened and strutted over to the door. My now fully extended cock was bobbing to and fro, up and down with my walk. I love how its weight it kept wagging like a dog's tail; my plump ebony meat swinging against my thighs and leaving little matted patches of fur where the pre rubbed off. The door closes with a click, I turn and walk back to my bed. I jump and land on it, quickly rolling over and opening my nightstand drawer. I pull out the bottle of lube with the pump and some wanking material. Pillows getting piled up behind me, I settled back into them, let my legs spread apart....
*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK* I shake last night memories from my head and look over towards the door. With an annoyed groan I pull myself out of bed and pad over to the interruption , nearly tripping over the sheets. I open the door right before my guest knocks again and am confronted with my neighbor. "What is it hun?" I ask him in a rather hoarse voice.
"Tristan? You look like hell." The mink said with a little concern in his voice.
"It is nothing Aron, I just slept in a wrong way last night I guess." I force a smile, though I am starting to feel better. "What can I do you for?"
"Well, if you say so boss. I just wanted to invite you to lunch. Didn't see you eat anything last night and figured you must be hungry." The mink said through a queer smile on his face. I don't get what must be so funny but don't feel the need to ask.
"That's sweet of you hun but I'm not hungry. " There is definitely something up with him, I can tell he's trying too hard to keep eye contact and that smile it only getting bigger. "Alright alright, I give up. What seems to be the joke?"
Aron just leans in, not saying anything and keeping that smile on his face and his eyes locked on mine. I saw his paw move forward but before I could react a shudder when through my body. I look down to see my erection getting stroked by a gentle mink paw. He leans in and whispers, "You must really be out of it if you forgot to put this away.." His tongue traces the rim of my ear which causes another shudder to rock my body. Aron pulls himself away, taking is paw and tongue with him and walks down the short hall. With a flip of his wrist he says, "Put some clothes on and come down for lunch when you're ready." and disappears down the stairwell with a laugh. I just stand there wearing a blush and a boner I didn't even know I had until it was grabbed. I close the door, lean my forehead against the cool wood for a moment to collect my thoughts and pushing off I turn to go back to bed. "You're ass in mine later Aron." Is all I say before falling into bed to continue recounting last night's deeds.
....With my legs apart, my furry nuts resting their weight on the bed and my ebony cock thick and rigid I lay one of the mags on my right thigh, another between my legs and the third on the bed to my left. I dare not touch my dick, the damn thing loves anticipation and I know if I touch it before I'm ready I'll never let go. I flip to the middle of the first porno, where I had left off a while ago with a thin gray squirrel getting it doggy style from a black wolf. The second mag I open to the last page where two beefy rabbits have their wet cock heads pressed together and lips locked in a kiss. And the third I flip through and let it open to a random page. A threesome. This time a rabbit..rather a bunny getting fucked by a fat cock attached to a cheetah in biker gear and deep throating to a coyote dressed as a leather daddy; gotta love the kink mags. By this point my dick is aching but I still drag out my torture. I lean back into the pillows, fluff a few, reposition others so I have a good view of each porno. With an eager sigh I let my left paw close around my prick. The grip is just light enough that with each throb my member presses against my smooth paw pads. As I tighten my paw I can feel my heart beat through the rather large vein running up my shaft. I squeeze it hard, making what's not in my grasp engorged and the crown flare. My back arches with the quick rush of ecstasy I get followed by a surprised gasp for air. Settling back into the pillows I murr deeply and give another squeeze. I spend the next few minutes squeezing and releasing, trying to see how fat I can get my cock head before having to let go. Getting tired of that I invert my paw, so that my thumb in now touching my sheath, and begin stroking up and down the length. I pull my girth to the left, resting my wrist on my thigh and idly stroke off while looking back and forth at the mags. My jaw clenches in a growl, unable to hold back as a spurt of pre lands on my thigh. With a deep breath I relax and let go, watching my penis pulse and rise to its normal position. I reach for the lube, hold the pump over my dick and press out a copious amount. The cool liquid trickles down my shaft, some of it following the trail the vein makes and soaks into my fur. What doesn't gets spread around and makes my skunkhood glisten. Left paw once again takes ahold of my prick, this time grasping it right under the head. A shudder of bliss runs up my spine as my paw glides easily down my girth, pulling the dark flesh taut. Reaching my sheath I start in the opposite direction, bunching the black flesh around the crown as if I had foreskin. With a murr and a lick to my dry lips I get to work. My game of taking it slow ends and I begin pumping my meat. Eyes dart from mag to mag, small boy pricks to huge man schlongs and back to my own. My tail tip flutters in random spasms while waves of joy wash over my body; no one can jerk off better than the cock's owner. The small wrinkles on my cock head smooth out as it expands and drools pre which replaces the lube lost. I raise from the pillows, unable to keep relaxed and jerk all the more harder. The joints of my fingers hurt I'm squeezing so hard. I start to pant, my chest heaving in and out while I try to catch a breath. Eyes pinch close, jaw slack and tongue dry. I cry out with every pleasure filled movement. My hefty nut sac hugs my body as more semi-clear pre drains out. With a final gulp of air I hold my breath, whining every so quietly and give in. A rush of hot bliss floods my mind as I spill my seed. My body shakes, fur standing on end, my tail too heavy to lift as more jizz rockets out. The jets of cum nearly reach my ankles but fall sort. Some land on the mag between my legs; gluing a few pages together once it dries. The few short bursts, in between the larger ones, dribble down my knuckles and to my emptying balls, matting the fur.
I fall back into the pillows with a loud grunt. My muzzles closes, trying to swallow but not finding the saliva to do it with. My paw stays around my spent and still oozing dick. It doesn't want to let go but I force it to my muzzle and lick off some of my warm cream with a tired laugh. Now tasting something salty and moist I swallow with success. My paw wraps itself back around my limp and withdrawing member and I close my eyes to calm down some.
After that I can't remember anything but it is safe to say I feel asleep. I just sigh and get back out of bed, search for a pair of shorts to throw on. I stuff my still hard dick into the khaki shorts, leaving it obviously tented in the front and walk out of my apartment to join Aron. After all, why get rid of a perfectly useable erection when there is a mink who needs to be taught a lesson.