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As always, I appreciate comments, thoughts, suggestions :)", "writing": "Apparently, I’m aggressive. I don’t know what people are talking about but after mouthing off a few times at work, I’m in therapy. Whatever. Of course, I’m not very forthcoming when speaking to my therapist so that’s led to this journal. I don’t see the point of doing it since it isn’t like I’m handing it in or anything for review, I was told to just do it. Although, who am I to argue with some old mongoose with a masters degree. I always thought to be a therapist you’d need at least a PH D but apparently it isn’t that serious.\n\nThe main reason I’m annoyed about doing this is because I don’t even know where to start.\n\nWant a description of me, any poor soul that finds this Word file? I’m Jake. Lynx. 5’ 8”, typical colouring, doubt you’d even pick me out of a crowd of my species. At the time of writing (typing?) this, I’m 22.\n\nSo, according to my handy dandy sheet, I should be focusing on recounting previous experiences of trauma I have experienced. Other than this journal and any other writing assignment I was forced into by school, I don’t think I’ve experienced anything very traumatic. No broken bones, no illness that led to the hospital, no sort of physical abuse. But it says to just write about previous experiences and see what comes up because, apparently, that’ll help dredge up some repressed memories that could explain why I’m so hot-tempered. \n\nTopics can include school, previous work, family relations, sexual experience, blah blah blah.\n\nLet’s talk about sex because the other subjects are boring.\n\nObviously, I’m a dude. I jerk off any chance I can get my paw down my pants.\n\nWell, first sexual experience. Heh. Good thing this is private, because I haven’t ever told anyone this. My school starts you a bit early, fourth grade, when they tell you about what’s between your legs. Nothing very graphic, just the diagram and labelling. Basically just giving a name to what you’ve been referring to as a peepee up to this point. For a young lynx with google at his disposal, even scientific names can lead to trouble. One quick search led me to a very thorough website into “mating” which detailed thrusting and rubbing, and this lynx emulated that in the shower and found out it felt [i]damn[/i] good. Mind you, this was before puberty, so no mess to clean up afterwords, just plenty of fun rubbing myself against my paw, mattress, blanket, pillow. It’s a good thing your junk doesn’t start smelling musky until after your growth spurts or else my room would have reeked.\n\nActually, it probably does reek, I don’t think I’ve really changed my habits.\n\nAnyway.\n\nI had a colt as a neighbour who was a few years younger than me and I would go to his house after school. You know where this is going, right? Young tyke discovers self-pleasure and introduces his friend. Not quite. His dad would let me come over and file some paperwork for his business since he worked from home and I’d get a few bucks for it. Nintendo games weren’t cheap so I was sure to help out every chance he offered. Now, on that thorough website I mentioned, it also detailed the changes that happened when a body matured. I was a curious boy, and the talk of that intrigued me as to how different it could really be. Which led to this.\n\nMy neighbour went to a babysitter after school some days so his dad could work without watching him and this was usually when I would go to file the paperwork since I was a bit older. I tried to work up the courage plenty of times, and this day I finally did.\n\nWalking downstairs into the basement where his office was, I let him know that I was done with the papers he had given me.\n\n“That’s great, Jakey,” (I was young, it was still okay to call me that,) “you can go ahead and head home then, I don’t have anything else for you to do.”\n\n“Is it going to be a while before Dillon comes home?” I asked.\n\n“I was planning to go pick him up in about an hour if you wanted to come back when he’s here,” the stallion replied, giving me another glance. \n\nThis was the part that I had to work up my courage. Shifting my feet, I remember feeling like I was going to vomit. Right when I was sure I was going to hurl, instead the words came out. “Could you show me something?”\n\n“Uh, what is it you want to see?” he asked, obviously confused since I was saying this out of nowhere.\n\n“Well… We talked about puberty in school,” I thought that’d make it sound more believable rather than telling him I googled ‘penis’, “and they talked about how you change. I was wondering if um. I could see yours?”\n\nI swear a full minute passed with him just staring at me with his jaw unhinged.\n\n“Jake… You realise we’re different species, right? I don’t think we ever looked the same down there.”\n\n“Right, but I read about it, we still go through similar changes. All species get thicker fur, their balls, er, testicles? Get bigger, and so do their… Penises…” I felt weird using those technical terms. They were still new to me and felt unnatural, but I felt like if I used them then he’d see this as more of a mature request.\n\n“If you really want to see, try your internet at home. It’s not appropriate for me to expose myself to you.”\n\n“Expose yourself?”\n\n“That’s what it’s called when an adult shows his privates when he isn’t supposed to. I could get in a lot of trouble, Jake,” he said, turning himself back to his computer.\n\n“I promise I won’t tell anyone!” I said, feeling like this would be my only opportunity. This was the only older male I could be around alone and I was determined to see some dick.\n\n“Jake… Look, I’ll give you a quick glimpse, okay? That’s it. Just a glimpse and then my pants go right back up.”\n\nMy ears immediately perked up, tufts probably almost to the ceiling with excitement. “That’s fine, I just want to look!”\n\nThe older man sighed. He had to have been about 30, I never did know his real age. He stood up from his chair slowly and undid his buckle. It felt like eons that he undid the button and zipped down the fly. His paws reached into the elastic of his shorts and pants and knickers came down in one quick sweep.\n\nI wish I was exaggerating when I saw I still wipe drool off of my maw when I think back to this moment.\n\nSeriously, though, have you ever seen a stallion’s cock? It’s burned in my mind. Two magnificent orbs sheathed in black hanging behind a swaying pink, black spotted member swaying between his legs. Naturally, I reached out and grabbed it, resulting in him jumping back.\n\n“No! No no no, you don’t get to touch,” he said, already bending over to pull his pants up. I jumped between his legs as fast as I could to be in the way.\n\n“I’m just getting a better look!” I exclaimed, struggling to keep him from getting himself covered.\n\nHe put his hands on my shoulders. “Jake, listen to me, this is not okay. You need to go back upstairs and go home. Please.”\n\nI honestly started to feel guilty. He obviously was uncomfortable and I was aware of enough to know I shouldn’t push him. But there was a beautiful dick right next to my face, what would you have done?\n\n“Do you master-bait?” I asked, hoping I pronounced the long word right.\n\n“Excuse me?” he said, obviously caught off guard again judging by how his grip on my shoulders relaxed.\n\n“That was something else I read about, it said that mimics what sex feels like. They also talked about other things,” I said, and before he could respond I turned my head and licked at his cock. I expected it to taste different but it was slightly salty with sweat from being locked in his trousers all day. My lick was answered with a twitch that made me jerk my head back with a bit of surprise.\n\n“Jake. You need to go home. Right now.”\n\n“I wanted to try what I read. I, um. Is wanking right? I did that and it felt good. I wanted to try the other things I read about.” I said, looking up to see him avoiding my gaze. The more I spoke, I noticed his cock wasn’t so limp anymore.\n\n“What on Earth did you read?”\n\n“It said sometimes furs use their mouth! I don’t think I could fit yours,” I said, thinking aloud. He didn’t respond as I moved my head and opened my mouth to try. Obviously it didn’t fit, I hope the pinpricks of my teeth against his shaft didn’t hurt.\n\nHe gave a grunt and moved back from me. “Look… This really isn’t something I should let you do. We could both get in a lot of trouble, do you understand that?” I gave a nod, getting that feeling deep in my tummy of being chastised. “Good. Now. If this is something you really, truly want to do…” I could tell there was a lot of thought going on in his head. “I won’t stop you, okay? But if you do this, you have to [i]promise[/i] me that you won’t tell anyone. Ever. Not even your parents, okay?”\n\nI was nodding so fast I’m surprised my neck didn’t suffer any permanent damage.\n\nAnother grunt escaped his lips as he kicked his feet from his pants and sat back in his chair. He spread his legs wide, “Okay, little one, go ahead.”\n\nI didn’t need to hear those words twice. I doubt he saw me clear that distance because even a blink would miss it. My paw reached out, more eager now, and gripped around his member. I was in awe by it. I could feel it pumping, getting harder, and soon I couldn’t fit my paw around it. In mere seconds it went from a decent sized sausage (I’m great at metaphors) to an impressive tower standing in front of my face. My eyes traced the veins under the skin and I took a deep breath, drawing in as much scent as I could. His musk was the first I ever had in my face and it was simply intoxicating. Another lick, this time at the base near his scrotum, filled my mouth with the taste of his sweat and I quickly licked again to get more. My tongue glided up his shaft repeatedly, eyes closed as I tried to memorise everything about the experience. I bent further down to taste his testicles and traced back up where I felt his urethra, finally reaching the head and being rewarded with a drip of pre. The flavours exploded on my tongue and I stuck my maw to the opening, sucking like a straw hoping for more. I heard him huff above me.\n\n“If you like the taste of that, you have to keep going to get more,” he said. Dirty old man was obviously getting into it. I was too young to realise any shift in demeanour, plus I was just happy to have this thing in my face.\n\nI could keep typing about how my tongue bathed his dick, tasting every inch of it, slurping up precum and enjoy the overwhelming scent of stallion, but it wouldn’t be exciting for me to continually type it. All you need to know is he didn’t pick his son up in an hour like he had planned. The session didn’t end glamorously, just him pawing off and shooting onto his shirt. He made a face when I stuck a finger into a pool of cum and licked it, but when he saw my reaction he promised that next time I could drink it if I wanted.\n\nAnd there were plenty of next times.\n\nI’ve been typing for thirty minutes, so I’ve hit my requirement for the day. This really is stupid, no one is ever going to do this. I honestly shouldn’t even do it, it’d be easy to lie and say I did.\n\nAggressive. Seriously. There’s nothing aggressive about me. I coerced an adult into letting me get him off but that’s just being eager.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Apparently, I’m aggressive.  I don’t know what people are talking about but after mouthing off a few times at work, I’m in therapy.  Whatever.  Of course, I’m not very forthcoming when speaking to my therapist so that’s led to this journal.  I don’t see the point of doing it since it isn’t like I’m handing it in or anything for review, I was told to just do it.  Although, who am I to argue with some old mongoose with a  masters degree.  I always thought to be a therapist you’d need at least a PH D but apparently it isn’t that serious.

The main reason I’m annoyed about doing this is because I don’t even know where to start.

Want a description of me, any poor soul that finds this Word file?  I’m Jake.  Lynx.  5’ 8”, typical colouring, doubt you’d even pick me out of a crowd of my species.  At the time of writing (typing?) this, I’m 22.

So, according to my handy dandy sheet, I should be focusing on recounting previous experiences of trauma I have experienced.  Other than this journal and any other writing assignment I was forced into by school, I don’t think I’ve experienced anything very traumatic.  No broken bones, no illness that led to the hospital, no sort of physical abuse.  But it says to just write about previous experiences and see what comes up because, apparently, that’ll help dredge up some repressed memories that could explain why I’m so hot-tempered.

Topics can include school, previous work, family relations, sexual experience, blah blah blah.

Let’s talk about sex because the other subjects are boring.

Obviously, I’m a dude.  I jerk off any chance I can get my paw down my pants.

Well, first sexual experience.  Heh.  Good thing this is private, because I haven’t ever told anyone this.  My school starts you a bit early, fourth grade, when they tell you about what’s between your legs.  Nothing very graphic, just the diagram and labelling.  Basically just giving a name to what you’ve been referring to as a peepee up to this point.  For a young lynx with google at his disposal, even scientific names can lead to trouble.  One quick search led me to a very thorough website into “mating” which detailed thrusting and rubbing, and this lynx emulated that in the shower and found out it felt damn good.  Mind you, this was before puberty, so no mess to clean up afterwords, just plenty of fun rubbing myself against my paw, mattress, blanket, pillow.  It’s a good thing your junk doesn’t start smelling musky until after your growth spurts or else my room would have reeked.

Actually, it probably does reek, I don’t think I’ve really changed my habits.

Anyway.

I had a colt as a neighbour who was a few years younger than me and I would go to his house after school.  You know where this is going, right?  Young tyke discovers self-pleasure and introduces his friend.  Not quite.  His dad would let me come over and file some paperwork for his business since he worked from home and I’d get a few bucks for it.  Nintendo games weren’t cheap so I was sure to help out every chance he offered.  Now, on that thorough website I mentioned, it also detailed the changes that happened when a body matured.  I was a curious boy, and the talk of that intrigued me as to how different it could really be.  Which led to this.

My neighbour went to a babysitter after school some days so his dad could work without watching him and this was usually when I would go to file the paperwork since I was a bit older.  I tried to work up the courage plenty of times, and this day I finally did.

Walking downstairs into the basement where his office was, I let him know that I was done with the papers he had given me.

“That’s great, Jakey,” (I was young, it was still okay to call me that,) “you can go ahead and head home then, I don’t have anything else for you to do.”

“Is it going to be a while before Dillon comes home?” I asked.

“I was planning to go pick him up in about an hour if you wanted to come back when he’s here,” the stallion replied, giving me another glance.  

This was the part that I had to work up my courage.  Shifting my feet, I remember feeling like I was going to vomit.  Right when I was sure I was going to hurl, instead the words came out.  “Could you show me something?”

“Uh, what is it you want to see?” he asked, obviously confused since I was saying this out of nowhere.

“Well…  We talked about puberty in school,” I thought that’d make it sound more believable rather than telling him I googled ‘penis’, “and they talked about how you change.  I was wondering if um.  I could see yours?”

I swear a full minute passed with him just staring at me with his jaw unhinged.

“Jake…  You realise we’re different species, right?  I don’t think we ever looked the same down there.”

“Right, but I read about it, we still go through similar changes.  All species get thicker fur, their balls, er, testicles? Get bigger, and so do their…  Penises…” I felt weird using those technical terms.  They were still new to me and felt unnatural, but I felt like if I used them then he’d see this as more of a mature request.

“If you really want to see, try your internet at home.  It’s not appropriate for me to expose myself to you.”

“Expose yourself?”

“That’s what it’s called when an adult shows his privates when he isn’t supposed to.  I could get in a lot of trouble, Jake,” he said, turning himself back to his computer.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone!” I said, feeling like this would be my only opportunity.  This was the only older male I could be around alone and I was determined to see some dick.

“Jake…  Look, I’ll give you a quick glimpse, okay?  That’s it.  Just a glimpse and then my pants go right back up.”

My ears immediately perked up, tufts probably almost to the ceiling with excitement.  “That’s fine, I just want to look!”

The older man sighed.  He had to have been about 30, I never did know his real age.  He stood up from his chair slowly and undid his buckle.  It felt like eons that he undid the button and zipped down the fly.  His paws reached into the elastic of his shorts and pants and knickers came down in one quick sweep.

I wish I was exaggerating when I saw I still wipe drool off of my maw when I think back to this moment.

Seriously, though, have you ever seen a stallion’s cock?  It’s burned in my mind.  Two magnificent orbs sheathed in black hanging behind a swaying pink, black spotted member swaying between his legs.  Naturally, I reached out and grabbed it, resulting in him jumping back.

“No!  No no no, you don’t get to touch,” he said, already bending over to pull his pants up.  I jumped between his legs as fast as I could to be in the way.

“I’m just getting a better look!” I exclaimed, struggling to keep him from getting himself covered.

He put his hands on my shoulders.  “Jake, listen to me, this is not okay.  You need to go back upstairs and go home.  Please.”

I honestly started to feel guilty.  He obviously was uncomfortable and I was aware of enough to know I shouldn’t push him.  But there was a beautiful dick right next to my face, what would you have done?

“Do you master-bait?” I asked, hoping I pronounced the long word right.

“Excuse me?” he said, obviously caught off guard again judging by how his grip on my shoulders relaxed.

“That was something else I read about, it said that mimics what sex feels like.  They also talked about other things,” I said, and before he could respond I turned my head and licked at his cock.  I expected it to taste different but it was slightly salty with sweat from being locked in his trousers all day.  My lick was answered with a twitch that made me jerk my head back with a bit of surprise.

“Jake.  You need to go home.  Right now.”

“I wanted to try what I read.  I, um.  Is wanking right?  I did that and it felt good.  I wanted to try the other things I read about.” I said, looking up to see him avoiding my gaze.  The more I spoke, I noticed his cock wasn’t so limp anymore.

“What on Earth did you read?”

“It said sometimes furs use their mouth!  I don’t think I could fit yours,” I said, thinking aloud.  He didn’t respond as I moved my head and opened my mouth to try.  Obviously it didn’t fit, I hope the pinpricks of my teeth against his shaft didn’t hurt.

He gave a grunt and moved back from me.  “Look…  This really isn’t something I should let you do.  We could both get in a lot of trouble, do you understand that?”  I gave a nod, getting that feeling deep in my tummy of being chastised.  “Good.  Now.  If this is something you really, truly want to do…” I could tell there was a lot of thought going on in his head.  “I won’t stop you, okay?  But if you do this, you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone.  Ever.  Not even your parents, okay?”

I was nodding so fast I’m surprised my neck didn’t suffer any permanent damage.

Another grunt escaped his lips as he kicked his feet from his pants and sat back in his chair.  He spread his legs wide, “Okay, little one, go ahead.”

I didn’t need to hear those words twice.  I doubt he saw me clear that distance because even a blink would miss it.  My paw reached out, more eager now, and gripped around his member.  I was in awe by it.  I could feel it pumping, getting harder, and soon I couldn’t fit my paw around it.  In mere seconds it went from a decent sized sausage (I’m great at metaphors) to an impressive tower standing in front of my face. My eyes traced the veins under the skin and I took a deep breath, drawing in as much scent as I could.  His musk was the first I ever had in my face and it was simply intoxicating.  Another lick, this time at the base near his scrotum, filled my mouth with the taste of his sweat and I quickly licked again to get more.  My tongue glided up his shaft repeatedly, eyes closed as I tried to memorise everything about the experience.  I bent further down to taste his testicles and traced back up where I felt his urethra, finally reaching the head and being rewarded with a drip of pre.  The flavours exploded on my tongue and I stuck my maw to the opening, sucking like a straw hoping for more.  I heard him huff above me.

“If you like the taste of that, you have to keep going to get more,” he said.  Dirty old man was obviously getting into it.  I was too young to realise any shift in demeanour, plus I was just happy to have this thing in my face.

I could keep typing about how my tongue bathed his dick, tasting every inch of it, slurping up precum and enjoy the overwhelming scent of stallion, but it wouldn’t be exciting for me to continually type it.  All you need to know is he didn’t pick his son up in an hour like he had planned.  The session didn’t end glamorously, just him pawing off and shooting onto his shirt.  He made a face when I stuck a finger into a pool of cum and licked it, but when he saw my reaction he promised that next time I could drink it if I wanted.

And there were plenty of next times.

I’ve been typing for thirty minutes, so I’ve hit my requirement for the day.  This really is stupid, no one is ever going to do this.  I honestly shouldn’t even do it, it’d be easy to lie and say I did.

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