Moments for Yourself

Story by Cadray on SoFurry

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Siaru decides he needs a moment alone without anyone interfering in his fun.

Now for a little more personal Siaru story. He is quite fond of toys, you know?

Final Word Count: 1,108


Moments for Yourself

Alone at last. The bedroom door softly swung shut behind Siaru, the swing not forceful enough to drive the door to close completely, however it was more than enough for a little privacy. Siaru walked over to his bed, casually undoing his shirt and taking it off as he thought about the day that had been. Work, work and more work followed by an uneventful round of drinks with Ellis to blow off some steam, however this time only alcohol was involved in their afternoon relaxation. Afterwards, Ellis had walked Siaru home, a somewhat kinder act on his part, likely an apology for ditching Siaru in a most uncomfortable situation last time they had met. But it was just himself now and he intended to make the most of it.

Stripping off all but a pair of lacy pink and white panties, he gave a long, exaggerated stretch, the feeling of being free rushing all over his body much akin to the feel of a cool breeze on a hot summer day. But this was not the reason he had stripped off, for he felt entitled to a little pleasure before doing anything else. He fell to his knees, rummaging underneath his bed to find a very special box of dark wood with faded iron hinges. It wasn't hard to find, as it was just larger than a shoebox and the feel of this specific polished timber was very distinct to Siaru's touch. Pulling it out, he gave a wicked grin at the knowledge of what lay inside, flipping open the lid to browse through the contents. Spare change, countless old pens, a much smaller wooden box, more money, a note an- There it was! A real treasure to Siaru's eyes, for inside the box lay a somewhat lengthy dildo, nothing over the top but it was at least seven inches of pure pleasure. Picking it up delicately, he rubbed his hand over his precious toy, a finely made instrument of pleasure shaped to resemble that of a dragon's phallus, ribbed, thick and very, very pleasing to have inside one's self. It was not flashy, sporting a flat black colour and no replica balls at the end, but it worked its magic for Siaru always quivered in excitement when he thought about using it, exactly as he was now while he held the toy.

Throwing himself onto his soft bed, he lay on his back, knees bent up and thighs spread slightly, fiddling with the toy in his left hand. He giggled girlishly as he moved his right hand down to his groin, pulling softly at his lacy panties to move them up his thighs, just enough to expose his eager tail-hole and half erect cock. The hand then traced down his right thigh, moving his teasing fingers down, down till they reached his waiting rosebud. His hand had a mind of its own, a curious finger pushing at the entrance before slipping inside the excited wolf, gently thrusting inside to loosen him up before the main event. A second finger joined in, Siaru sighing contently once he felt it inside and thrusting. A few minutes passed like this until the impatient Siaru had had enough of his teasing fingers. Pulling them out, he looked to the dragon cock with an eager glint in his eyes, shifting himself to an upright position as he did. A quick thought later and he was bent over on the bed, face down and arse up, a very savage form of doggy style he enjoyed all too well.

His hands hovered, toy in grasp, around his rear, playfully rubbing the tip of the dragon phallus against his eager tail-hole. He let out a desperate moan, muffled by the pillow his face was pressed down into, and decided that it'd been enough waiting to receive his treat. He pushed the tip of the dildo inside, the head of the penis moderately larger than his two fingers, before beginning to gently shove the rest of the cock into himself. This particular dildo was crafted with ribbing on the top, as well as gentler ribs on the bottom, as a very wide shaft, the latter fitting quite well with the species it was designed after, and with Siaru moaning as he felt each of the former rub against the entrance of his arse. At last it was in as far as Siaru dare push it, with the dragon cock giving a less than comfortable fit due to its size, but this was only a bonus for the horny wolf. Siaru also hadn't applied any lube to his toy, with the intention and effect of the phallus going in dry to give himself the feel of very rough pounding. His own cock was at full length as well, grabbing it tightly as he began to stroke himself. Cumming hands free felt great, but Siaru had no desire to let his cock sit idle while he pleasured the rest of himself. He gave rhythm to the fucking, as one hand would thrust the dildo in, he would stroke his cock back, and as the dildo came out, so too did he bring back his hand to the tip of his throbbing member.

Soon enough he reached his climax from the rough pounding and desperate masturbation. His head was spinning, pure ecstasy rushing throughout his body as his senses went awry. He saw blurry, he felt pleasure, he heard knocking, he smelt cum and he tasted pillows. And this was only the beginning of his climax. His senses overloaded as the pleasure shot through him, his penis spurting his sweet seed onto the sheets an-

"Hey, you left your front doo-" came a voice, volume changing as it entered the room.

Nothing could stop Siaru from seeing the room from the voice's perspective. There on the bed ay a male wolf presenting himself in a doggystyle pose, a dildo shoved deep up his arse, panties around his thighs and a pool of cum gathering on the sheets as his cock spurted more seed out from his climax. Now this was embarrassing.

He snapped back to reality in an instant. The voice had stopped for obvious reasons. All Siaru could do was bring a red hot flush to his checks as he peeked through his spread legs to find out just who it was in his house, and more importantly viewing him pleasure himself. When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but blush even harder. Now this was embarrassing, and the poor wolf wouldn't be living it down for a very long time.

END

Cadray, 2013