A little blurb based on a dream I had last night about 5AM. Enjoy. Hopefully this is the first crack in my writer's block.




The midday sun beat down on Valon's back and shoulders, warming his dark fur as the warrior wolf stripped out of his armor beside the clear waters of the woodland pool. A slow running river poured over an outcropping of rocks, creating the clear spring in a small clearing of trees. The large black wolf had been traveling for a few days, and was looking forward to his bath. Piece by piece, he took off his leather plates and chainmail undershirt, until he was standing in nothing but his leather trousers. His muscular form was marked with pink scars where the fur would not grow in, souvenirs collected from years of fighting as a mercenary.
Glancing around himself, Valon began to unbuckle his belt and loosen the ties of his trousers, letting the leather drop down his legs slowly to pool around his broad footpaws. His boxers were damp with sweat, the linen clinging to his thighs and manhood like a film. He could smell his own musk, riper than what he normally liked after traveling for several days without a wash. He wrinkled his nose, peeling his boxers off and tossing them over a tree limb with the rest of his under-clothing. He stood for a moment on the banks of the pool, feeling the warm sun pouring down over him, heating his fur. It felt good on his travel-sore muscles and pleasantly heated his sheath and furry balls, making them sag just that much more.
The wolf stepped into the cool water, the change in temperature making his body shiver a bit as he slid into the pool. The water was just deep enough toward the middle of the pond that he had to tread water, but shallow enough toward the edges that he could stand and wash himself. Valon had a bar of soap in his paws, an herbal concoction that his sister, an apothecary, had made for him. It had the added bonus of helping fresh wounds to heal faster. Valon didn't know if it worked or not, all he knew was that it got his sweaty, road-dusty fur clean again.
A cloud of dirt formed in the water as the wolf cleaned himself, sudsy foam floating across the surface. It felt good. Valon worked the bar over his soapy form, his chest, arms, shoulders, neck, then down the front of his toned abs to his sheath and nuts. He grunted, his tongue lolling out a bit as he rubbed the slippery bar over his pudgy sheath and cupped his testicles with it, rubbing them firmly. The stimulation reminded the big wolf warrior just how long it had been since he had had any satisfaction, his overly-full balls complaining at his firm touch, sensitive and sore. His thick sheath pudged up even more, the reddish tip of his cock poking out of its protective cover. He grunted, pulling back his sheath as his cock swelled up and out, erection growing eagerly under his touch. He tried to focus on washing, but he soon found himself pumping his soapy fist up and down along his solid hard-on despite his efforts to resist. It felt good, the soap had softened his calloused pawpads and made them slick, adding to the sensation as they slid over the swollen sensitive skin of his wolf-cock, his knot a hard bump against the bottom of his wrist on each down stroke.
After a moment he let go, putting his paws on his hips and arching his back, thrusting his twitching bone toward the sky and letting the noonday sun beat down on his naked skin, heating the already hot flesh even more. It felt so good. The heat made his balls churn that much more, and the big wolf knew there was no going back now. His footpaws were sinking in the silty bottom of the pond, however, so he dove forward into the water. A shiver passed over him as the cool water caressed his hot hard dick, his member not going down an inch even as the coolness gripped it. Valon swam over to where the waterfall coursed over the rocks and found a smooth flat one that hugged the side of the outcrop, an almost-secluded little nook in the side of the waterfall. He sat on it, pushing his back against the side of the cliff and resting his footpaws on a rock in front of him. It was comfortable enough. Valon looked down at his erection, grinning to himself as he took it in his paws again, his tightened balls cupped with one palm as the wolf began to remember the last time he had had a partner.
Two weeks ago, Valon had been in a fishing village near the sea, looking to buy a boat to take him up the coast. While there he had met the strong young son of the village chief, an otter named Bovic. Bovic was a master fisherman, even though he was a young man, showing a natural talent for living on the sea even greater than his species was known for. Valon grinned wider as he remember too the strong young otter's aptitude for sucking cock as well. The nights they had spent together had been intense, the horny young otter's sexual appetite often exhausting Valon's own strong libido, leaving the wolf to drift asleep beside the otter as he jacked himself off a time or two before falling asleep himself. Bovic never minded that, he knew he had a ravenous libido. Valon had almost been disappointed when his boat had been finished being built and it was time for him to leave.
Those memories flooded back one by one, leaving the wolf to pant and squirm on the rock as he pumped his shaft, his paw having slowly left his balls to hang as he curled it around his growing knot, his cock swollen to its full size and length now. He trembled at the mixture of the water and his slick precum coating his fist, the difference in texture over his naked skin sending waves of pleasure through the warrior's muscular form. He flexed his toes against the rock, his claws catching on the rough surface of the stone as his legs tensed and pushed against it. He could feel his balls knotted to the base of his shaft, drawn up from the cold water and the nearness of his orgasm. Thoughts of Bovic's warm muzzle over his cock drifted through his mind, so vivid he could almost feel his smooth hot tongue caressing the tip of his cock. He mimicked it with his thumb, the cold wet water on his paw pad adding a jarring contrast to the heat in his memories, stimulating his pointed tip. He shook, the orgasm blossoming in his loins reaching its pique. Valon gasped, gritting his teeth as he grunted out, body jerking as his cock swelled and gushed a long white rope of cum across his abs. Spurt after spurt of thick white cream launched across his chest and stomach, his cock disgorging a fortnight's worth of semen in one glorious ejaculation, leaving the wolf gasping for breath on the rocks.
When Valon finally opened his eyes, he looked down his body and grinned. His cum was steaming on his belly, rapidly going cold as a thick sticky glob worked its way down the knuckle of his thumb. He squeezed his shaft, milking out what was left in his dick and then brought the warm blob of cream to his muzzle, licking it off. The salty tang of his own seed spilled brightly across his palette, metallic and earthy. He slipped off the rock into the water, rubbing his fur to loosen the cum from it, and retrieving his bar of soap to wash one last time. The cold helped soften his sensitive member, and it had almost completely retreated into his sheath by the time the big wolf climbed out of the pond.

"That looked like a good cum. Pity it was wasted on your belly."

Valon jumped as a voice spoke from nearby, his long lupine muzzle jerking to the side toward the voice's origin. He saw a large stocky badger leaning against the tree his clothing was hung on, Valon's boxers held in his paw. Valon blinked as he really took the badger in. The stranger's cock was out, jutting from the fly of his trousers with a stiff upward curve, its human-shaped head deeply purple. He was sniffing Valon's musky boxers.
"And just who are you?" Valon growled, unsure of how to take this lewd intruder's presence.
"Me? Just an admirer, but you can call me Konu..."