Finally, she pushed the showerhead away from her; the single stream aimed across the chamber and splashed against the far wall.Finally, she pushed the showerhead away from her; the single stream aimed across the chamber and splashed against the far wall. She panted as her eyes fluttered open. "There," she said, breathing hard. "Are you satisfied?" She laughed, and there was no anger in it, despite her words. "Very," he said, rising on his knees to kiss her. "That was very pretty." "Good," she said. "Because I get to watch you now." "Wait a minute," he said. "What's wrong?" she asked mischieviously. "Embarrassed?" "No, no," he said. "I just..." "Just what?" she asked, laughing. She poured some soap into her paw and slowly soaped his cock with it, stroking it until it was fully hard. "Now you finish it." He gave her a sidelong glance before leaning against the wall she had occupied just a moment earlier. Slowly, he pulled gently on his penis, feeling the skin roll under his fingers the way he had at least a thousand times before. In the back of his mind, that thought played itself out. He had masturbated his first time when he was eleven, and that was four years and some ago... four times 365 is over a thousand; yes, at least a thousand times. He smiled as he stroked his soapy cock, feeling his pleasure rise. Furry was looking at him with as fascinated a stare as he must have been giving her. He mouthed the words "I love you," as he stroked himself faster, and faster, feeling the lubricating effect of the soap fading, allowing him to actually grip the skin of his sheath and roll it over the head of his cock. His foreskin, he knew, was tight, but it felt wonderful masturbating with it as he stroked yet faster. He opened his eyes just long enough to register that Furry was staring at his crotch with wide-eyed wonder, then closed them, speeding to his fastest, gathering his testicles in his other hand to keep them from bouncing around as his orgasm racked through him and his come shot out onto his chest and belly. |