This story contains the masturbation of an intersex male. That is, a guy with ladybits. :3 And no, I'm not calling him a bloody c**tboi. I hate that word. ^^

[center][b][u]Jerry Was A Man[/u][/b][/center]

Jerry was a man. He [i]was[/i] a man in the same respect that he was a fox, and yet at the same time he undeniably wasn't!

As the vulpine fur lay down in his bed one night, clutching his favourite dildo tightly against his fluffy yet masculine chest with both paws, that same thought ran through his mind over and over again. He was a man. This wasn't about the toy he was holding though, gods no! Jerry had never had any problem with being as gay as Christmas. He loved it in fact, and cherished no aspect of his gay sexuality more than a nice big dick with which to deliciously diddle himself! His problem was that for the last two months, something had been different about the way in which he pleasured himself. Ever since that night with... with the woman. The one and only woman he'd ever desired, or been with sexually.

"I am a man..."

Eyes closed, Jerry murmured his mantra as one of his paws left the toy behind and slid down through the snowy white fur of his belly. He whined in pleasure as the paw reached his crotch, greedily rubbing at the flushed pink flesh waiting there for him. The puffed up, slightly parted lips of his labia. The rosy button of his clit. The sweet, deliciously sensitive flesh of his cunny, nestled away within his pink slit. Ever since his night with that woman, [i]this[/i] had been Jerry's body. Male in every respect except for one. One which had defined Jerry's sexuality ever since he was twelve, for fifteen long and happy years of boys, boys, boys! 

"I [i]am[/i] a man..."

The fox rubbed his clit between two fingers, whimpering and closing his thighs tightly around those digits to keep them from leaving that sensitive little nub. It felt so good. Too good, almost, like he could cum right on the spot if he just rubbed a little harder! But of course, if he did that then Jerry wouldn't get to use his toy. And now, more so than ever in his life, Jerry loved his dildo. In his ass it had prodded and probed at his prostate to absolute perfection, bringing him countless orgasms since he'd bought it after breaking up with one of his more serious and sexually active boyfriends.

Yet over the past eight weeks that toy had brought him more orgasms than the fox thought he'd received from all other sources combined over the course of his sexually active life! He went to bed late every night and got up an hour early every morning just so he could spend a little time being filled up by that rubber cock; no lube, no paw to assist him, just that one toy in one hole, fucking him to orgasm after orgasm!

"I am a man!"

Unable to help himself, Jerry brought his toy to bear between his legs. He parted his lower limbs in a wide stance, spread lewdly so that with his head propped up against some pillows he could watch every inch of that thick, flesh-coloured toy sink into him. This occasion was no different to any other, Jerry lining the toy up with his already moist nether regions and slowly but surely pressing the fake cock into himself. He never grew tired of watching it go in, or the feelings it provided. It wasn't like when he'd had a cock of his own, when to get a truly memorable climax he had to trick his body with a special stimulus or new technique. All it took was the feeling of that dildo between his legs to let Jerry know that he was in for the orgasm of a lifetime in just a few minutes time.

"Nnhhh! I... Ohh gods, I'm... a m-man!"

Inch after inch of the thick rubber toy pressed at his inner walls, teasing and plucking at them, setting off miniature eruptions of pleasure within the male. He moaned loudly, and wasted little time once the toy was inside before beginning to mate himself with it. With both paws clutching the end of the toy the fox began to work it in and out, whining and whimpering in pleasure as it spread him open and rubbed at his damp, oh so sensitive depths. He guided its motions carefully, aiming for areas he'd come to recognise as especially receptive and taking extra care to caress the area which, like his prostate had in the past, housed his g-spot. Each time Jerry touched that magic patch of flesh his entire body seemed to convulse violently, and a little moisture added itself to the natural lubrication already making it oh so easy for him to pump that shaft deep inside himself over and over again.

"I... I... y-yes! I'm, nngh! Ohh gods!"

Jerry couldn't help himself, breaking from the steady rhythm he'd only just begun to build up and starting to work the toy furiously within himself as the intoxicating intensity of this wholly non-male form of masturbation overwhelmed him as it always did. He howled and yelped as at speed even his lubricated cunny experienced a delicious level of friction. Each time he masturbated this way the fox expected his body to grow accustomed to it, to stop reacting as violently as it did to this wonderful, alien pleasure rushing through it. For eight weeks however he had fucked himself to a frantic, screaming ecstasy with this same toy, or his fingers, or whatever else he could lay to hand when the mood struck him, and had yet to last more than thirty seconds after beginning to masturbate in the frenzied, lustful fashion he was currently exhibiting.

"I'm a... a-ahhh! I'm cumming! Ohh gods, yes! [i]Yes[/i]! [b]Yes[/b]!"

He drove the toy home one last time before pulling it out violently, wailing in ecstasy as a streak of ejaculate worthy of any porn star burst from his clutching, quivering treasure. With a series of indescribably euphoric whimpers and yelps the fox dropped the toy and brought his paws to bear on his cunny, rubbing the tender outer flesh, the throbbing point of his clit, and wailing happily as yet more juices moistened his fingers. He dared not venture back into the constricting, trembling depths of his passage though, even though he was all too aware of the ecstasy which awaited him there. 

Only once had Jerry tried to masturbate with his toy right through an orgasm, and following that heated encounter one weekday afternoon he hadn't woken up till late the following morning!

"N-nnggh!! Ohh gods, [i]yes[/i]!"

The orgasm continued as Jerry tapped his clit delicately and ran another digit down the length of his winking slit. He moaned loudly once again, unsure if he was extending his first climax with these tender ministrations or experiencing a second one in its wake. Either way, the sensations were as exquisite as ever!

When those feelings began to ebb away at long last though, the fox collapsing back against his damp bedding as his hips fell from where they'd hung, trembling and bucking ever since his climax began, things didn't seem quite so perfect as they had just seconds before. 

"I..."

He hadn't said it. His mantra, the words that allowed him to keep his sanity. He hadn't spoken those words, hadn't defended his masculinity as he toyed and teased his cunny! How long had it been since he last spoke them though? How many times had he forgotten, even in the wake of true, pure female pleasure rushing through his body and infusing itself with his mind? How many times had he tried... but failed?

"I'm..."

Jerry closed his eyes tightly, so tight that he began to see strange colours and patterns springing up from behind their lids. He tried to summon up the words, to see them, to speak them. Anything to connect him to what he had once been.

No! Not what he [i]had[/i] been! What he was; what he still was, deep down inside!

"I am..."

"I..."

"..."

...

Jerry closed his muzzle, saying nothing, and whimpered softly. After eight weeks, eight weeks of wonderful, heavenly denial, it had finally happened. The fox could no longer say with honest conviction that he was a man anymore. And without that, or a penis... well...

"I'm not a man."

...maybe he wasn't.

"So, what am I?"  



By Jeeves