“I said I’ll be quick! Jeez, can’t a guy get some alone time in this house??” Alvin let out a grunt, his claws scraping over the tile floor as he shoved the wooden bathroom door closed. He crouched on all fours, swishing his tail once as he leapt straight up onto the door’s handle to lock it, then leaping over to the sink. “You’d think they wouldn’t care what you do in the bathroom.” He mumbled to himself as he turned the hot water on. Quick to go was his red jacket, falling quietly onto the floor while he shook his fur out. Done with that, he gazed at himself in the mirror, a little grin coming onto his face as he struck a pose, looking all over himself. “Well well… who’s that handsome furball?” He asked himself, eyes roaming from head to toe to tail. He flexed, curling his tail upwards as he admired his own reflection. How could he not? If their fame was going to be less and less, he could be his own fan. And Alvin liked everything he saw. His brown fur was still characteristically ruffled up, his amber eyes could still hold some in a trance, and that butt… Of course, it wasn’t as big as Eleanor’s or Theodore’s, but it was more than enough for him to appreciate. Besides, he saw how many of their past fans had claimed to have either taken a picture of it. Or, even stranger, draw it. It was flattering to see that kind of stuff, that’s for sure. “Alright… back to business.” Alvin said as he sat with his legs spread, taking a moment to admire his junk in the mirror. For a chipmunk his size, he was well endowed even when soft. Normally, nothing could be seen, since it was all the same colored fur. But Alvin knew himself well. He moved a paw through his fur, parting it enough for his plump sheath to be revealed, followed soon by his round, furry balls. He peeked back at the door, ears raised. No one was nearby, at least not enough for him to hear. ‘No one’s gonna come in if they think I’m showering… Wouldn't mind a bit of an audience though.’ Alvin thought, absently stroking away at his sheath. He let out a soft groan, tilting his head back as he did. It’d been too long since he last tended to himself. The pleasure of his own paws wasn't forgotten, of course. His paw moved fast, enough so that his balls would be bouncing a little with the movement. Alvin’s toes curled as he brought his paw close to the top, biting down on his lip as he carefully parted the opening of his sheath. He could just barely see his tip inside, that dark pink almost able to stand out. ‘Here goes…’ Alvin sighed as he laid down on his side, lifting his leg up as he glanced down at his crotch once more. Flexibility was never a problem for Alvin. Without even grunting from the effort, Alvin had his head down in between his legs as if he were just grooming himself. However, the young munk was quick to latch onto his own sheath, closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh. The soft, furry texture of it was enough to drive him crazy, and the slight musky and salty taste made his head spin. First, he was suckling, passing his tongue over the top of his sheath over and over in between each little suck. He just had to. Every time he went down on himself, he started at the top, easily pushing his tongue inside of his sheath so he could give the tip of his hidden cock some attention. Alvin, pushing forward again, grabbed hold of his tail. Tugging on it, he was able to start humping into his own mouth, letting out soft grunts while he drooled on his growing shaft, practically nursing on himself. Soon enough, he felt the head of his dick pushing against his tongue, and he pulled back with a huff, panting softly as he watched his shaft rising from its confines, throbbing with eager anticipation as a glob of precum ran down its length. Of course he thought it was impressive, watching it on its way out. He’d never really peeked at Simon or Theodore, but he assumed his was the biggest. That way, it’d be the best. “Gah… hah… c’mon Alvin, it’s your own dick… you got this.” He told himself, scooting closer to the sink’s edge. The sound of running water reassured him that no one would bother trying to check on him. With that in mind, he went down again. He may not have been able to see his reflection, but his muffled moans kept that off his mind. Halfway down, he caught his own scent. His nose twitched as he breathed it in, bringing himself down closer to the source. He didn't know if it was off putting to anyone else, as no one complained, but the smell coming from his fur was nearly intoxicating. Most of it was his own natural musk, with some of his soap’s scent lingering within, all of it mostly coming from around his balls. His nose touched his sack, and Alvin gagged softly when the tip of his length prodded the back of his throat. Instead of backing off, he started to thrust his hips as best as he could, sucking hard on his meat. He had to prop himself up on his arm just so he wouldn't slip, claws scraping over the sink whenever he humped forward. ‘Not gonna last… damn…’ He thought. He could feel his shaft beginning to tingle, but he couldn’t stop himself from licking the sensitive top. As much as he wanted to keep going, Alvin moaned around his dick and started to suck on just the head, his tongue running over it again and again to gather the pre that drooled out. Alvin lifted his tail out of the way, drawing back from his shaft for a second. As precum and spit dripped from his mouth, he quickly put two digits in, letting them get coated in the mixture. If he was gonna pop, it’d at least be one that left him dizzy. With his digits nicely smeared in the stuff, he moved his paw down under his tail, not hesitating as he shoved them right into his hole. Alvin muffled himself with his dick one more time, trapping the head behind his front teeth. He started sucking as hard as he could in between his moans, letting the precum pool up in his mouth. It was coming. His pre was getting thicker, sticking to his tongue more before he gulped it down hungrily, panting hard through his nose in anticipation. He drove his digits in further, constantly feeling around for his tender prostate. Whether he poked it or not, the added pleasure had him arching up his back, almost releasing his shaft if not for his stubborn suckling. With one more push forward, Alvin hilted in his mouth, his loud moan muffled almost completely as cum began to flood his mouth. Staying down, Alvin didn’t try swallowing any of it, opting instead to let his cheeks fill up with the sticky white spunk. The taste was slightly salty, but he kept it all in his maw regardless. His head spun with each strong shot, his dick throbbing hard every time it let out a new squirt of his seed. Alvin stayed like that for a minute or two, simply breathing heavily against his balls as his mouth was filled to the point where his cheeks nearly puffed out. As soon as he was done shooting, and afterglow had started to settle in, he slowly, carefully released his cock from his mouth, quickly covering his mouth so none of his load would escape. As he sat up, he looked down at his cock, still covered somewhat in his semen. ‘Mn that was good… now…’ Alvin stood up on shaky feet, his tail flicking about behind him as he opened his mouth, letting his cum dribble out into his fur. The mess was still warm, and feeling it clinging to him like that made him tremble in bliss. He sat down at the sink’s edge, leaning back a little as he started to smear it into his fur. “Theeere we go…” His relaxation was interrupted, however, by a knocking at the bathroom door. It was just loud enough for him to hear, and incessant enough to get on his nerves. “Alvin! Hurry up, others are waiting!” “We have more than one sink, Simon! Just go bathe in the kitchen or something!” Alvin shot back, letting out a soft grunt as he moved forward, sliding down into the sink. As he stepped under the water, though, he couldn’t help thinking of his brother. At least, just a little bit. Maybe letting him in wouldn’t be too bad.