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The Horny Canine Boys of the Hidden Leaf Village	By : Keth Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 31192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The sorely agitated Kiba Inuzuka paced back and forth anxiously just outside the front door of Naruto Uzumaki's apartment, the brunet's aching unattended boner bouncing up and down with every awkward gaiting step he took. The sexually frustrated teen grit his pointed fangs together all the while in anguished need as he grumbled and swore unhappily over the situation.
"Damn loser, of course you're out when I actually need you. Such a shitty friend. I bet you did this on purpose just to make me suffer. Asshole," he snarled and cursed while meandering in his continuous little circle before the entrance, a big bad dog huffing and puffing in annoyance, but otherwise unable to blow the door in. Kiba didn't truly intend his mean-spirited words of course, he knew that the blond hadn't picked this moment to be gone just to spite him and that Naruto was actually an amazing friend-how many pals were nice enough to let you dry hump them after all?-Kiba was simply in a foul mood at the moment and venting his pent-up frustrations towards the easiest target of convenience. Why?
Because that oh-so-familiar feeling was back to haunt him again, liquid lust bubbling up inside himself like water boiling in a cauldron, that fiery wanton desire Kiba kept barely contained deep within rearing its ugly head to torment him; the tumultuous pressure of perpetually horny youth was building up unsatisfied once again. It was like an aggravating unreachable itch Kiba just couldn't satiate no matter how hard he tried to scratch at it, an ever-present, vexing irritation that plainly belied how badly Kiba was raring for another chance to screw around with his friend Naruto and have some dirty fun like last time. It was just what he needed at a time like this to sate that sensation.
Unfortunately for him though, Naruto had been sent off on a mission for the past few days, leaving poor horny Kiba all alone and resentful, forcing him to take care of his needs to the best of his abilities-not to say that the boy wasn't a pro athlete when it came to the sport of masturbation by this point of his life, Kiba simply wanted more than that base method right now. For the moment the carnal satisfaction that Kiba sought so doggedly eluded him like an evasive intangible phantom dwelling in the corners of his permanently aroused mind, always hiding there in the shadows forcefully making its presence felt and tormenting him, but unable to be captured or banished entirely. No matter how many times Kiba wacked off since Naruto left it just wasn't good enough, that specter stubbornly kept coming back after a short while to taunt Kiba with feelings of dissatisfaction and lust. The blond loser that had given Kiba those tremendously pleasurable stirrings in his loins those few days ago was the only one who could exorcise that spirit from his body and leave Kiba purified and happy, but he was sadly far beyond the reach of Kiba's amorous claws now, even beyond the range of his powerful nose that twitched sensitively as it tried to hunt down even one little shred of Naruto's remaining smell for the canine-enhanced teen to sustain himself on for the time being. Sadly enough though, he couldn't pick up even a small trace of Naruto's scent left behind to scavenge and feed upon like a starving wild animal, forcing Kiba to wait impatiently in agony until the dork returned to hopefully allow him another taste of delight. But his big throbbing schlong and backed-up testicles swimming in an ocean of pent-up sperm didn't feel like waiting until then, whoever knew when the hell that might be, they wanted suitable attention and affection right now!
"Man, I really want to nut," Kiba moped with a gloomy sigh at his misfortune-his former anger morphing quickly into depression-and despondently eyed the locked door that he wished so fiercely would magically open to reveal the resident loudmouth standing there butt naked and bearing his trademark bright, self-confident grin as a welcoming sign to come on in and join him. Of course, such a ridiculous fantasy wouldn't truly happen and no one was on the other side of that door to hear his prayers, but hey, a guy could dream couldn't he? It was so unfair; Kiba had only just discovered this marvelous new pastime with its delightful perks, a hobby both engaging and pleasing to boot, but it had been ripped away all too soon. Before the two horndog teens had a good opportunity to continue their salacious private 'workout routine' and advance their friendship further with some good old-fashioned male bonding nude tomfoolery, Naruto had been sent far away on a mission he was unexpectedly assigned, leaving Kiba feeling unusually lonely, bored, and unsatisfied without his new partner there to work with all of a sudden.
He was like an addict and Naruto was his newfound drug of choice, Kiba was jonesing for another grope, another grind, another whiff of the man to sustain him and get him through the day. He was desperate to obtain more of that sensation he loved and hungered for, just like any other junkie going through withdrawal. Oh, how badly Kiba wanted that sense of exhilaration flowing through his veins right now, his brain flooded with endorphins and body gloriously high on the sweet, heavenly joy they triggered. It was practically a physical need at this stage, no longer a mere psychological want; not having his regular dose of Naruto every so often was actually causing Kiba to feel out of wack and hampered, his body weighed down and sluggish and giving him much grief for the lack of the intoxicant in his bloodstream, his short temper and on-edge attitude resulting from such withdrawal displayed prominently by the earlier string of unnecessary angry expletives flung at Naruto exemplifying the irate craving. Nowadays it seemed Kiba couldn't deal very well without Naruto around, like for example the five fuckin' despairingly long days that had passed since he left. That was simply too long to go without his charmingly obnoxious addiction. Just one whiff of Naruto's confoundingly delightful scent and Kiba had become hooked on it for life, forever ensnared in its wiles whether he liked it or not!
This extended situation of sexual tenseness was certainly taking its toll on Kiba; the teen's blood was boiling hot with need, searing him from within, his hairy, sagging scrotum noticeably heavier and plumper than normal and laden with plenty of unspent cum, over-inflated testicles ready to explode at a moment's notice if only given the chance. The young man's scrunched up, unhappy features were flushed rosy red and the palms of his tightly clenched fists were sweaty with the strenuous continuous effort of keeping it all in, holding back that monster residing inside him when what he really wished to do was release it from its restraints and let the beast roam free. Kiba had been making some stupid mistakes on recent missions as well, his overwhelmed mind too cluttered and hazy with an array of pressing erotic thoughts to deal efficiently with battle, he just couldn't focus on the tasks before him no matter what he did.
Puberty could be such a vicious bitch sometimes, as every teen suffering its woes would surely understand, but regardless, the lad was still more than happy with the hypersexuality created by his maturing hormones and wild Inuzuka bloodline, despite some of the more frustrating problems it caused; when it wasn't busy tormenting him, having such an untamed libido and uninhibited personality could be absolutely magnificent and enjoyable. That being said, there were numerous aforementioned troubles with it as well, issues such as this very moment, when Kiba's entire body was angrily screaming 'I want to come! Let me come!' at him as the dog boy tried his very best to soothe that inner beast, using every fiber of willpower he possessed to resist his baser urges to dramatically cease the war between rationality and nature raging inside himself and instead just whip out his painful, throbbing dick and start going to town right then and there in front of Naruto's door where any passerby could blatantly see his lewd actions. Kiba was seriously that horny right now.
As debauched inspiration hit him, Kiba realized that stray thought might in fact be a funny prank to pull; jerking off here at Naruto's doorstep and splattering a hot load all across the wooden entrance to mark its surface with his jizz like a personal calling card, leaving that gooey mess slowly dripping down the front door for Naruto to come back home to. Yeah, maybe give the impish prankster a taste of his own medicine for once and simultaneously leave him a thoughtful present showing how much Kiba had missed him. The idea was deliciously, malevolently amusing-not to mention majorly hot to imagine acting out considering his latent exhibitionist streak-but Kiba wasn't really in the mood for that sort of thing at this moment, so instead he made a mental note to try it out sometime soon in the future when the right mood struck him.
What Kiba really wanted right around now was another wonderful rub against Naruto's firm buns to definitively take care of this problem for a while-this time perhaps without all the annoying clothes getting in the way so he could freely squeeze his long prick between those pert round cheeks and unload all over Naruto's broad muscular back-but that perfect booty which taunted Kiba in his dreams was far away along with the rest of the unexpectedly sizzling hot body it was attached to. More than anything else though, Kiba just wanted to smell Naruto at the moment, to once again take his fill of the musky, masculine odor that wound him up and drove him completely crazy, the drug that could fix his problem. Kiba never would have believed before that he could miss smelling another man's armpits, he would have scoffed at the mere idea and pertinently denied wanting such a disgusting thing, but god did he ever wish Naruto were here next to him so he could do just that. The pressure, the desire, the heat, they just wouldn't go away for very long anymore without Naruto's help in one way or another, so Kiba had to do something to satisfy that craving for the time being-and fast! There was only so much he could take.
It was only noon, but since waking up, the restless, lust-addled canine dude had already beat his meat twice so far today-with more likely to come-but it still wasn't anywhere near enough! He needed more than that now, jerking off alone in his room just wasn't enough of a stimulation for his insatiable appetite anymore, it didn't work him up and thrill Kiba the way it used to. Sure, it felt as good as it ever did while he was stroking and Kiba had blown his load without issue all three times, so it wasn't like he had erectile dysfunction or couldn't get off or any worrisome medical thing like that. It was only that something felt like it was missing from the equation. These days, that formerly present spark of liveliness was gone from the activity. It almost felt... boring. How on earth could masturbation, one of the best things in life, ever be considered boring!? For Kiba to feel this way something had to be seriously wrong with him! But he didn't feel sick or out of sorts, perhaps only a slight fever warming his body since his skin felt unnaturally warm to the touch, but that was more likely caused by the flaming ember of lust burning away ceaselessly inside him and not any real illness.
His ritualized jerk off sessions, even the exciting and troubling unscheduled ones done wherever Kiba could get the minimum amount of privacy required when an unwanted boner suddenly flared up out of nowhere, well they just felt stale and dull now, that was all. It lacked excitement and flair in comparison to certain other acts he had recently preformed with a certain sexy blond idiot. To proudly reveal himself in front of Naruto in such a compromising situation without fear or worry, to sniff and hump and touch his friend's sculpted flesh and taught muscles with unhidden lecherous intentions again, that's what Kiba really wanted to do right now, what his libido ravenously sought. The kind of stuff that made Kiba's temperature rise and put a fire in his belly-not to mention his groin-just thinking about it, the sort of actions that caused a tidal wave of excitement to come crashing down on the young man all at once, those were what he desired to feel again. Not one orgasm he had had over these past five days-and the desperate teen had had many of them in that short time span-compared to the one Kiba got from dry humping Naruto or came even close either in intensity or volume of semen released or in the sheer excitement and dazzling glee buzzing in his head at the moment of truth. A lousy quick tug job by himself didn't cut it anymore, it couldn't give Kiba the kind of thrill he wanted or indeed needed anymore, it didn't even begin to scratch that itch that was tormenting the young man so relentlessly.
That frustration of not being able to fully satisfy himself of late was exactly why Kiba was at this particular location today in the first place, walking rapidly back and forth in a little arc outside the entrance to object of his affection's house like an apprehensive caged animal. His nose-not to mention his dick-had led him straight to Naruto in the forest before, directing Kiba and pulling him along almost unwillingly as they led the haphazard charge to the source of the uniquely intriguing scent, and now they had again convinced him to come here to this apartment, hunting for that same experience. Being bossed around by his appendages; sometimes Kiba wasn't so sure if his canine senses were annoying or just plain awesome. In any case, Kiba felt woefully uncertain if he should really go through with the plan of last resort he had concocted the night before after yet another disappointingly unsatisfying time rubbing one out, standing here nervous and indecisive in the face of he unknown. But desperate times, not to mention desperate boners, called for desperate measures. He realized now wasn't the time for restraint-not that Kiba believed in acting that way in normal circumstances anyways, Kiba should roll the dice and take a chance, who knew what could happen; he wouldn't know unless he took this chance before him.
Kiba was only glad that Akamaru wasn't beside him as was usual; if Akamaru were here, the large white dog would certainly be mocking his master for his rash decisions and pathetic uncontrolled state, but luckily for Kiba his best friend was busy napping back at home, allowing the teen to slip out unseen to do what he was going to do without outside judgement. He didn't want his precious canine partner to see what he was about to do anyways; Kiba felt no pride or happiness in his bizarre plot and would prefer not having the hound witness his master make a complete ass of himself.
This was the difficult choice he needed to make, the one Kiba had been agonizing over for nearly the past five minutes straight without much success: before him there was an opportune open window leading into Naruto's place which was Kiba's perfect chance to at last satisfy the rapacious unfulfilled 'Naruto' craving that had been incessantly bothering him the past few days. It was a rare golden opportunity to partake of his secret scent fetish alone in Naruto's room without any hindrance, which should have been more than enough stimulant to tide him over until the room's owner returned. It seemed that the oblivious doofus had forgotten to shut the window before he left, the glass pane open just wide enough for Kiba to squeeze his body through; Naruto's clumsy forgetfulness was his Kiba's, however. Obviously he would have preferred to smell the real deal up close and in person, but if this was the best Kiba could get for the time being, then so be it, he would make do with whatever he could get his paws on. Any article of clothing the blond owned would work to simulate that feeling Kiba needed, a discarded pair of Naruto's pants, a sweat-stained shirt he wore while working out, or maybe even... yeah, or a pair of his underwear would do very nicely in a pinch, that would be best of all in fact, give Kiba the maximum stink factor for maximum arousal. In his straining trousers Kiba's rigid dick jumped excitedly a bit at the thought of getting ahold of his comrade's previously worn boxers and letting his nose go wild with them, swollen manhood pressing and pushing at the teen's zipper begging to be unleashed as his mouth watered in starved agreement with his cock's sentiments of the upcoming nasal feast.
"Down boy," Kiba instructed his gleeful member with a sly smirk as he looked down on the obviously stretched bulge in amusement, treating his unruly penis like an overexcited disobedient dog as the canine boy wiped a trail of excited slobber oozing from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Drooling with happiness over a 'meal'; Kiba wasn't so sure if the real bad dog in this situation was his cock or actually himself. Maybe they both were equally naughty, a debauched duo made for each other.
This plan to find relief, it was insane and it was wrong, but hey, the entire foundation of his new relationship with Naruto had been crazy and ill-thought-out as well and look how awesome that had turned out, so the lustful teen figured it was still at least worth a shot regardless of his concerns. Anything would have been worth it in the end if it could help Kiba bust a nut when he needed it the most, to expel that bubbling need before it consumed him. If he had never fled into the forest to masturbate in solitary silence, if he had never done something as undignified as shoving his face into Naruto's underarm to indulge his nose's sick whims, if he had never grasped that thick piece of meat hanging between Naruto's legs with such overly-eager hands, if Kiba had actually at any point during these events let his brain do the thinking back then instead of his dick, he wouldn't have been in this bizarre situation in the first place. But he just wasn't that type of guy and it was much too late to regret it now-not that he did regret anything that had happened. Kiba wasn't the sort to let dull reason get in the way of a good time or allow his passions be spoiled by boring common sense, he was a rash and impulsive dude, just like Naruto was, birds of a feather one might say. Or maybe 'canines of a paw' might have been more accurate for these two in particular. The point was, if he hadn't of acted so stupid and without regard of consequences back then Kiba would have missed out on something great, something the teen never knew could fill him with such wonderful feelings, the smell and heat of another body and the wellspring of emotions that erupted because of those things. So maybe Kiba's plan to get off did make him sorta nervous and it was certainly misguided and Naruto would be pissed if he found out, but as the saying went, 'in for a penny, in for a pound.' His libido was running this show now, everything else be dammed! He might as well enjoy it instead of fighting it, it was so much easier to give in.
Who knew if he would ever get a superb chance like this again! The teen had to do this for his own sake before he became entirely bestial and uncontrollable with ravenous lust pains. Kiba just... he needed to get a hint of that smell again so damn badly, just to take the edge off! He would do anything for it, the reward was more than worth the risks. Kiba had to sneak in that window opened just ajar, borrow those undies that were calling out his name seductively, and get one more dose of what Naruto's odor did to him so he could be content and productive after at last achieving a suitably satisfying release following almost a week of stressful in displeasure. That wasn't really a crime... Right? It wasn't like he was breaking in exactly, more like only... climbing in. Nothing wrong with that. He wasn't going to steal anything or destroy any property, Kiba only wanted to take a look around, maybe roll around in his friend's bed for a while to pick up some of his lingering scent. And then sniff some of his dirty boxers as a masturbatory aid. See, completely normal, nothing insidious or unusual going on there.
...Who am I kidding? Kiba thought with a sigh and shook his head in disbelief at the poor rationalizations he created for his actions. Even he didn't buy his own excuses. How sad was that? I'm such a damn pervert, the boy lamented to himself, ashamed that he had been reduced to doing something so lowly just to get off. But then again, in all good fairness, it wasn't like Naruto himself wasn't also a dirty-minded bastard just like Kiba was. Those dang Sexy Jutsus that the punk loved to catch people off guard with so much all but proved it. Every time he proudly displayed one of those ridiculous techniques in broad daylight it seemed to get even more risque than the previous version as Naruto wickedly tempted and teased guys with his pig-tailed, huge-breasted, gender-bent form. It was like he enjoyed seeing men suffer from the sudden debilitating blood rush the erotic technique gave them, like the blond got off on watching then pathetically act like putty in his hands as they drooled and clambered and gawked stupidly over his female doppelganger's complete nudity, her sexual innuendo, and her feigned naivete and inexperience meant to turn them on and leave them vulnerable, Naruto delighting in smug authority as he went about manipulating them to do whatever he wanted with the blatant feminine sex appeal that the perv had diligently studied and learned over time. What a devilish little sadist Naruto Uzumaki was sometimes.
Naruto certainly knew exactly what worked guys up, though, using precisely the right words dripping with intentions, the right cute yet still sexy looks, and the right innocent manner to best appeal to them with his bodacious, girly form; even before their little tryst in the woods, Kiba too had found himself wanting to plow the female version of his friend on occasion-now more so than ever-seduced by Naruto's spunky female body swap, something that he had kept a closely guarded secret over the years for obvious reasons, but which Kiba might be able to now divulge considering the changed circumstances. The silky golden hair, cutely pouting lips, massive supple breasts, and of course that amazing firm, round butt-how Naruto managed to have the best ass Kiba had ever seen bar none as both a woman and a man was a mystery he was all too willing to accept without question-how on earth was any man supposed to resist wanting to tap that?
Kiba silently pondered just what it would take to convince Naruto into agree to letting him pound the sweet gender-swapped version of himself a few times, to allow Kiba a chance to squeeze her big bouncy rack and yank her adorable pigtails back while he roughly slammed into the woman from behind and filled her tight little snatch with a few thick loads. It would probably cost Kiba a few bribes of Ichiraku Ramen dinners in exchange, but it would be SO worth it in the end if he could actually convince Naruto to do it for him as a favor.
Regardless of her status of getting banged six ways to Sunday by Kiba or not, only a truly dirty-minded guy, someone who appreciated freely expressing sexuality and didn't sweep it under the rug like most people did, would have ever invented techniques like the Sexy Jutsu in the first place and learned to weaponize them for combat or personal profit or just for plain fun and amusement messing with guys' heads. You sure as hell didn't see 'normal' guys like Neji or Shikamaru or Sasuke transforming themselves into naked chicks and shamelessly flirting up dudes with their assets. Nope, only Naruto was enough of a dirty-minded dog to do that.
And that wasn't even all the lewd tricks the dork had available in his filthy repertoire; those Shadows Clones of Naruto's? Please. That technique just reeked of dirty opportunities for all manner of self-cest and group sex activities just waiting to happen. Even though he had no concrete proof of such, Kiba knew for a fact deep in his pervy heart that Naruto had screwed around with them before. Probably even had a huge gang bang with a bunch of his duplicates, knowing that guy and his openly filthy mind. He felt a hunch about the matter that couldn't be ignored, and Kiba was rarely wrong when he went with his gut. Call it a fellow pervert's intuition, because honestly speaking, that's exactly what Kiba would do if he could use the Shadow Clone Jutsu. There would be a steamy orgy happening in his room. Every. Damn. Night. He could picture the scene now: a celebratory fuckfest of male and female Naruto clones all going at it simultaneously, a wide assortment of identical cocks and pussies and tits being sampled and enjoyed by the many gluttonous participants like a boundless carnal feast, all types of sucking and fucking and licking going on at once in a frenzied group effort and the real Naruto smack-dab in the middle of the action, the shameless blond participating energetically and willingly in every combination of sexuality and position imaginable with his many enthusiastic clone partners. Yeah, Naruto seemed the brave type to experiment and explore beyond the normal bounds like that, to have a deep slutty secret, it all fit his personality so well it just had to be true.
Which was exactly why Kiba was so glad to have found a fellow degenerate to mess around with now; in that respect he believed the two of them were more alike than first glances would show. Naruto was so open and proud of his perversity Kiba couldn't help but admire the forthrightness and honesty; he himself kept his adoration of lewdness under wraps for fear of judgement and misunderstanding. The fetishes Kiba engaged in could easily earn him a bad reputation as a freak and weirdo otherwise. That being said, Kiba was still a sexually adventurous and willing guy at heart, open to trying pretty much anything at least once. Now that he had someone to explore this realm with, Kiba wanted to do everything from A to Z with him, test any fetish or kinky whim that popped into their twisted horny minds, especially including participating in a bisexual Shadow Clone orgy with his friend that Kiba seriously hoped Naruto had already done at least once, if at least so he wouldn't look like so much of a freak when Kiba inevitably proposed it in the future. He was practically salivating over all the filthy possibilities that could occur between two such shameless, randy, attractive guys, what sort of sexy good times they could wind up getting into. A dirty mind was a terrible thing to waste after all. Boy did Kiba ever have plans for his new friend with benefits, and from the mischievous gleam in Naruto's eye the last time they fooled around, it seemed Naruto had some delightfully devious ideas of his own for them to carry out. Which was all the more disheartening considering Naruto's absence now; Kiba wanted nothing more than to do some of those things at the moment, but his pal was off carrying out his mission like the good ninja he was, instead of here screwing around together like Kiba needed him to be so much.
"Aw, the hell with it!" Kiba snapped sharply, the previous mental image of a dozen male and female Narutos engaged in enthusiastically pleasuring each other in every conceivable combination too much of a strain for him or his sex drive to bear any more, the tent jutting from the lad's jeans painfully hard at the mere insinuation of the raunchy group sex running rampant through his thoughts and bouncing around his preoccupied head. Damn did he ever have a good imagination! In Kiba's mind's eye he could all but picture the real Naruto with his handsome face buried deep into the moist, beautifully pink cunt of one of his busty female clones, diligently lapping up the overflowing juices squirting out her puffy lips and folds while the excess wetness dribbled down his chin. And while the hornball ate the woman out with commendable vigor, tongue dashing eagerly across her inflamed sex to collect the liquids pouring out, yet another of the blond clone girls was herself busy attending to Naruto's rigid hard-on, deepthroating his wide member all the way down to the base in an impressive display of controlled gag reflexes, the slutty woman bobbing her head on the original Naruto's penis and getting her throat stretched out and filled with the equally impressive, plump 6 inch around girth of her male counterpart while he jammed his manhood into her wrenched open mouth unabated. And just to top the heated action off, the cherry on top of the sundae some might say, a male shadow clone was standing behind the original Naruto pistoning into his perfect rump with charming abandon, diligently filling his creator up with an exact replica of his very own beefy cock, letting the teen know what it felt like to be penetrated and ridden hard and fast by his own well-hung junk as the male clone's wild restless bucking against his body pushed Naruto's cock forward harder and faster and deeper into the mouth of the girl providing him oral, unintentionally choking her with his fat prick while she manically fingered her own damp, sopping vagina in delight with the roughness, these actions creating a foursome of absolute bliss as Naruto and his three clones drowned in ecstasy together, the salacious young man receiving overwhelming attention from every end because of his attentive duplicates. And all the while this was going on, the other handful of clones were also going at it like monkeys across the room in their own sets of three or four, the pants and moans and squeals of 12 sexed-up copies of Naruto and their master creating an echoing chamber of sheer depravity inside Kiba's head.
So yeah, just how the hell was Kiba supposed to hold himself back after vividly picturing something like that?! His rationality and patience cracked like a fragile twig under that insurmountable weight, there was no way he could withstand that kind of pressure sitting on his mind and not do anything about it. It only exacerbated his already splintering will, continued the ruthless assault on reason. Any last objections to entering Naruto's apartment through that open window had been blown away in gale force winds, leaving behind only the desire to at last do what Kiba had intended from the get go before getting cold feet, to get a long drink of the aromatic narcotic to quench his debilitating thirst. He had done his missions as was required, trained with his team like he should, now was Kiba's personal time to spend however he wished and he was done with waiting for a suitable release to calm his nerves that might never come. Enough was enough. Everyone had their limit and Kiba Inuzuka had hit his, he had withstood all he could and couldn't take any more barrages of his own mind's relentless cruel teasing at a time when he was trying to hold back and control himself. But that time was over.
Kiba looked around cautiously in all directions, making sure that no one would spot him entering Naruto's apartment in this unorthodox-and some might say criminal-manner and think he was up to no good. Seeing that the coast was clear to proceed with his home invasion, Kiba hoisted himself up onto the small window sill ledge, carefully squeezing and contorting his body so he could fit through the narrow slot, pulling himself headfirst into the gap between the window frame and the glass pane and methodically wiggling his way inside inch by inch; it was a good thing the Inuzuka style of training had made him far more agile and limber than most people, otherwise Kiba likely never would have fit and would have been cursed to stay outside dreaming of what wonders lay within the unreachable rooms. As he squirmed his way in through the makeshift entrance, Kiba solemnly vowed to himself that he wouldn't leave here until he had gorged himself on dirty desire and had his fill of that drug-like aroma, until his loins finally ceased their distress and that churning, roasting sensation inside had quelled, his better senses returned to him at last.
Tumbling face-first into Naruto's bedroom with a loud thump, Kiba cursed harshly in agitation from his pain-inducing headlong plummet into the carpet and promptly scrambled back up to his feet in panic when he realized what a commotion he had made. The wary young man began tiptoeing precariously around the room, slinking along the walls to hide himself lest he be discovered trespassing and end up having to explain his shameful reasons for doing so to the Hokage and face her formidable wrath and scorn-Lady Tsunade was almost as scary as his mom was, no way was he going to be captured so easily!
But then it struck him, Kiba belatedly remembering all of a sudden that Naruto lived alone, the brunet relaxing and letting out a soft sigh of relief before impishly realizing that he could do just about whatever he wanted while he was here and Naruto would be none the wiser. He had complete free range of the place while Naruto was out, Kiba could make as much noise as he wanted or even erratically rearrange Naruto's stuff all over the house so he would get massively confused when he came back, everything was fair game. Oh, now didn't that just make all this even more interesting? Whatever mess he wanted to make or malicious tricks he desired to pull, Kiba was a completely free man, one with a pervy mind and cocky attitude to boot to assist in his troublemaking. Oh, all the dirty tricks he could cook up with this opportunity, it made Kiba smile devilishly just imaging it. What a wonderful gift Naruto had unintentionally left him, it would be such a shame not to take advantage of it.
Kiba was about to remark wryly to himself on what a revolting pigsty Naruto's room was, but had to stop short of doing so. Because if speaking honestly... he knew it wasn't really all that much worse than his own cluttered and unkempt bedroom, strewn with dirty garments from days past and leafed-through porno mags laying out in the open and general trash of all types and identities. Between a constant chain of necessary assignments, working to keep his skills sharp through a steady training regimen both with his teammates and on his own, and taking care of his ceaseless sexual appetite, Kiba found he had little time or effort left to spend tidying up and cleaning, and he suspected Naruto must have felt much the same way considering the poor situation of the room, which could have easily been mistaken for a disaster area. In any case, Kiba wasn't the stuck-up, nitpicky-type of person who would judge Naruto's squalor, so he didn't mind the disarray all too much. In fact, Kiba actually kind of preferred the room needing a thorough picking-up; not only would it hide his tracks better and ensure that Naruto wouldn't be likely to notice his actions here, Kiba also believed that a dirty, disordered room had more character and interest, it seemed more down-to-earth and lived-in than a boring pristine one. Besides, if Naruto's house had been spotless and sparkling Kiba would have been seriously shocked, since that type of pain in the ass OCD behavior was so at odds with Naruto's true character; he was kind of a slob, not that Kiba was one to talk.
The brunet appreciated the striking similarity to his own dwelling, the odd sense of comfort that he felt while in this heap even though it wasn't his own. Perhaps it was the mess that reminded him so fondly of home and his own connecting similarities to his close friend or maybe instead it was the familiar comforting scent attached to this place that caused Kiba's misplaced feelings of ease and warmth as he intruded on Naruto's property, a time when the young man should have been anxious and nervous, but instead he had become remarkably calmer since first entering. It sure smelled enough like his own place for Kiba to feel right at home, noticeable hints of musty testicles, fetid body odor, previously spilled seminal fluids, sweaty clothes rotting away in the laundry basket, trash bins sorely in need of emptying, and overcooked leftovers that you would likely find in any teenage boy's room worldwide all hanging around, but that wasn't really what was causing Kiba to feel so relaxed and content. It must have been... Yes, it was because it smelled exactly the same as the loser owner's body in here, only less potent of course, disturbingly pleasant yet sharp scents of sweat and old ramen lingering lazily in the stagnant air, that specific delectable aroma that had shattered Kiba's pride and overpowered his senses once before permeating the room waiting to be sniffed up by the horny teen's starving nose.
Kiba was grateful to take in the potent hit of aphrodisiac and revel in how fired-up it made him feel, despite the fact that it wasn't coming straight from the source as he would have preferred. He already felt slightly better even with this small level of exposure though, more in control of his lust than before. The same conflicting feelings as last time came with the intake too, evoking both emotion and arousal, lust and annoyance that he enjoyed this disgusting secret so much, relied on it so dearly. Kiba stood completely still, taking a quiet moment to allow the smell of his close pal to seep all the way into the back of his nostrils, a brief pause to really soak it all in now that he finally had found what he had been wanting. Distinctive odors of the dirty laundry scattered carelessly about the room and tower of empty ramen cups stacked up in the trash bin hit his nose at once, mingling together and forcing Kiba to recall those feelings and memories, the invisible forces purveying and strongly marking the room with their fragrance as they washed over his motionless form gorging himself full on the waves of scent.
People often underestimated the true power of smell, of how it could affect your mind and body, corrupt your senses or twist your libido in unexpected new directions. Oh, but Kiba knew. As an Inuzuka he understood that sort of power all too well, reveled in how often his nose pulled him into fond memories or sexual fantasies because of the aromas of nearby wildflowers or simmering food on the grill or crackling campfires or buff bodies drenched with sweat and exuding powerful pheromones. Each person Kiba was close to carried their own identifying scent he knew without mistake and brought with it his deeper feelings about that person, recorded and logged in his brain like a library of scents and attached memories. The smell of tall fields of grass and flowers, natural and earthy, that for example sweetly reminded Kiba of his closest companion Akamaru, making the young man recall the cheerful days gone by when the giant dog was only a puppy, a little scamp who bounded around playfully and got lost in the thick blades as he single-mindedly chased butterflies and how the partners played tag or catch together on those warm summer evenings in the fields, of how much fun the two inseparable pals had when playing together carelessly in those overgrown grassy plains behind his house.
In this manner anyone could easily notice the strength of the sense of smell and such happy memories it caused, the emotions scent could dig up from deep inside without you being aware, even the unyielding sexual drive that could result from just one whiff of something inciting arousal, that was the true power of scent in Kiba's opinion, not the ability to track foes for long distances. It was an invisible force that compelled you and ensnared you with unseen tendrils while you didn't even notice, taking control of your mind. On a subconscious level most people were aware of it to an extent; many would claim that they liked the way their lover smelled, for example, the perfume they wore or how they smelled fresh out of the shower or something similar to that. But with his nose so finely-tuned, Kiba understood it on a much deeper and personal level than that, he was far more a slave to the whims of his nose than the average individual, both a benefit and curse at differing times.
The way Naruto smelled, the things it made Kiba do and the way it made him feel... well, he wasn't entirely sure yet if that was a positive or negative thing. Maybe both somehow. Nonetheless, the deep inhalation of that odor after craving the sensation for so long caused the canine boy to grow a subtle, pleased smile in reaction, to bask in the very thing he had been starving for so ravenously made Kiba glow in peaceful nirvana. The teen took another slow, deep breath in like a long, drawn-out drag on a lit cigarette, shuddering in pure delight as he sucked in more of the arousing stench and it quickly filled his lungs to the top with 'Naruto.' How invigorating! He had finally gotten his fix, consoling and subduing his animalistic side for the moment and letting it go back to slumber temporarily. Now that sanity had returned to him, it was time to really get down to business. Even though it was a big part of it, Kiba hadn't just come here to get a whiff of Naruto's musk and then leave still sexually unsatisfied. Oh no, he was boned-up even stiffer than before now, if that was even possible, the enticing manly smell flowing into his lungs in big gulps carelessly adding volatile fuel to the fire already blazing in his loins. What a profound effect this intoxicant of Naruto's had on him, Kiba had never met anyone who made him feel this crazy horniness!
The smell that did so much to him, like none Kiba had ever encountered from another person, it surrounded the young man and enclosed around him with its stuffiness until the teen felt like he was swimming in the thick, chunky atmosphere, completely submerged in a scent that was not his own. Drifting in that stuffy cloud caused Kiba to get a little...sentimental in the moment. Over the past few days since Naruto had left on his mission, Kiba had found himself inadvertently thinking over his complicated relationship with the guy and exactly what it entailed when suddenly it had dawned on Kiba how much he truly enjoyed spending time with the perpetually energized blond, whether they were rocking out with their cocks out or otherwise. He had never really thought that hard about it before, but with Naruto's sudden and dispiriting absence following their bold interaction out in the forest, Kiba realized that he appreciated Naruto's friendship way more than he had ever known, his true feelings only revealing themselves now that he was alone and bored and had no way of communicating intimately with Naruto. Whether they did any of the perverted things Kiba hoped they would eventually get around to or not, he still ultimately found Naruto to be an amusing and interesting compatriot to consort with, someone he admired and understood on a personal level. And it wasn't like their whole relationship was based around their recent... explorations, after all they had been friends before that too, perhaps not as close as he and Sasuke were, but still pals who had loads of fun together... pun not intended. Arguing and fighting with the blond-which the two hotheads did often-was strangely amusing, it galvanized Kiba and pumped him up like few things did. Secretly, Kiba always relished the times when he was assigned duties with Naruto, even if they tended to get out of control because of Naruto's brash and dynamic ways, knowing that even if it was a total pain in the ass dealing with him, it was still worthwhile because of the enjoyment Kiba got out of such things, the opportunities for trouble the boys could stir up together and wild times they could get into making his heart beat faster and blood circulate quicker. Simply put, it was the definition of entertaining.
Maybe that was why Naruto's scent aroused and enticed Kiba so much; in his nose's memory, that catalogue of familiar scents and related memories stored permanently in his brain, Naruto's own individual scent was marked by battle and competition and similar moments of emotional peak, the frustrating ones, the exhilarating ones, the begrudgingly respectful ones all there to be recalled. Maybe that was why one whiff of him was all it took to get Kiba's blood pumping, why it caused Kiba to get so riled up and unruly, because Naruto's reckless and selfish, yet somehow still well-meaning actions tended to make Kiba feel that way even in normal circumstances, only minus the sexual arousal of course. It was indeed a strikingly similar sensation to the one he felt when they clashed and argued on end. Kiba knew from experience that smelling certain individuals could bring about strong remembrances and emotions depending on his relationship with that person, a canine trait all members born of the Inuzuka clan possessed, but maybe it worked the other way around as well; perhaps the reason Naruto's sweaty stench seemed so good to Kiba and caused him to be overcome with amorousness was exactly because they were friends and not despite it, because whether it was in their friendship or in their friendship with benefits, Kiba had an awesomely good time whenever that loser was around. Naruto was his friend, his comrade, someone Kiba felt connected to and felt he could be purely and brutally open with. And that was a relationship he was deeply glad to have.
Done with his silent reflective basking in the waves of agreeable fragrances washing over him-and perhaps a little embarrassed at his overly sentimental and cheesy thoughts of friendship-Kiba took the time to steadily walk around the bedroom without any real destination in mind, curiously studying Naruto's personal effects while he searched out something special that would really rev his engine-an embarrassing secret item that Naruto wouldn't want the public knowing he owned or something like that-and simultaneously plotted his next move from here. What to do, what to do? So many options lay before him, so many ways he could mess with Naruto. Kiba had been so excited upon busting in he could barely contain it, he wanted to shout and howl in a frenzy from the pure rush, but now that he was actually here with options in front of him the young man wasn't really sure what to do except calmly enjoy his limited time to the fullest, using this restive break in action like foreplay before the dog boy truly got down and dirty, the calm before the storm as it were.
This was where it all happened, where Naruto slept, where he ate, and where he jerked off too. The blond's enchanting characteristic scent lingered in the air even long after his departure, attached to every object in the room and distinctly marking this place as his to Kiba's acute senses. Kiba sniffed around in the air like a bloodhound faithfully hunting down a trail, picking up the smells he had so longed to experience and sighing happily in reaction as they evoked lewd recollections of their friendly romp in the forest; images of Naruto's firm, hardened ass filling out those tight pants so damn well, his fat uncut cock with its pulsating purple veins, Kiba's own fingers enclosed appreciatively around it, and that sturdy, well-maintained physique all came to mind, further enhancing the overall experience for Kiba; nothing paired together quite as well as sexy scents and dirty memories, a tag team combo made in heaven.
Kiba could only imagine salaciously the sight of what lewd events went on at night in this bed before him, of how often Naruto touched himself indecently here and what sorts of carnal things he thought about or lustfully murmured while he was playing solo. Kiba sincerely hoped after their 'training exercises' the other day that he had made some guest appearances in Naruto's fantasies at least a few times, the same way the blond kept barging into Kiba's head when he had been spanking it of late, taunting and teasing him sadistically about that fact. Kiba envisioned the ghostly figure of his friend laying there on top of the covers spread out completely in the nude, the imaginary blond furiously stroking his big cock at breakneck pace and shrilly crying out 'Kiba, Kiba!' in desperate need as he rapidly approached the point of no return.
Kiba hoped such a thing was true, that what he was imaging his pal doing was indeed fact; now that they were fuck buddies of a sort, Kiba wanted to deepen that bond further, and the only way that could be done was through cum, a secret method for building trust and affection formed by the mutual expulsion of male genetic material. That kind of relationship had to be measured in how much ecstasy the young men brought each other, of how many times they could make each other cream, and of the dirty little secrets and fantasies they could openly and confidingly share with each other resulting from such a bond. It depended on how intimate they felt around each other, whether it was helping each other out in a difficult time with a friendly hand or even just thinking about the other guy while they masturbated by themselves, if they did these things then their relationship would continue to grow from there. As long as the two of them continued spilling their seed in honor of each other and their unusual bond, this friendship now based on sexual curiosity and exploration would live and blossom from here on, just so long as they continued trading hand jobs, imaging each other's chiseled bodies while fapping, and of course all the multitude of fun things they had yet to do. There would be no point to it all if they hadn't been imagining doing nasty things with each other.
So that would be question number one Kiba was going to ask when Naruto came back, the first topic he was going to bring up; 'You better have been thinking of me when touching yourself!' Kiba would shout insistingly at Naruto. Because Kiba himself was sure as hell thinking about Naruto while beating off, and if it wasn't a reciprocal motion then that would be sincerely disappointing. But really, after what they had been through together how could Naruto not be imaging Kiba? He was a wild, masculine, studly piece of ass, who in their right mind wouldn't think about him while touching themselves? Kiba wouldn't blame Naruto at all if right now he was just as lonely and deprived as Kiba was, if he wanted Kiba just as much as the dog dude wanted him back-no, maybe even more so since Kiba was obviously the hotter of the two of them after all. There was no shame in that.
There was nothing that bonded guys together quite like a few shared sexual experiences, intimate physical contact between two pals for the dual purposes of mutual gratification and emotional connection. Already Kiba felt a closer bond to Naruto than he had before, and that was considering only the few relatively tame acts they had preformed together thus far. He could only imagine how strong that bond would become once they had gone all the way, salivating with sultry anticipation at the thought of doing the deed that would change them forever, of how deep this relationship could possibly get... and maybe also of how deep in Naruto he would get, heh heh heh. Ah, what a beautiful concept fuck buddies were; the more they drilled and boned each other, the better pals they became! Now that was a type of friendship that Kiba could get behind entirely, something you could sign him up for in a nanosecond! It was too bad none of his other friends would have been into that type of thing until now. All that wasted time, all those lonely nights Kiba could have instead been swapping blow jobs and raunchy jokes with a good friend and then spend the evening hanging out playing video games or having manly chats together about girls they thought were hot or whatever else kind of personal talk to end the night perfectly. Such a darn shame.
Most people he knew probably would have been shocked to learn how much of a sexual creature Kiba really was, of how often thoughts of huge bountiful breasts and sopping wet cunts went racing through his mind on any given day, since he took tedious efforts to hide it from view so well. Not Naruto though. Sure, he had initially been surprised and startled by Kiba's flirtatious advances caused by bestial heat, which was more than understandable considering the situation Kiba had pretty much forced on him, but in the end the guy wasn't judgemental or revolted at all about the whole thing and took it all in stride like the resilient, kindhearted trooper he was. He had been remarkably understanding, even blase about the matter; did anything really phase him? But that adaptability was one of his best qualities and perhaps the only reason Kiba had walked away from that confrontation without a black eye and with his boxers seeping with the cum his fridn had so graciously allowed him to milk out by dry humping his rear. The amount of other people hew knew that would react with so much grace and helpful willingness to assist was next to none, if not absolute zero; Kiba could only imagine Shino or Hinata's stunned and disgusted faces if they learned of his personal truths, his depraved animal-like ways and freaky proclivities.
...Well, maybe they would actually be a bit more understanding of the matter considering the close emotional link the three of them shared; the pair did genuinely care about him after all, they were as much family as his mother or sister or Akamaru were to Kiba. Hinata would likely be more bashful and befuddled if she found out about the dirty secrets he harbored than truly grossed out over the spectacular revelation of the litany of kinks and fetishes he participated in and dreamt of in fevered fantasies-the painfully shy girl had this weird thing where she got very easily embarrassed by curse words and even innocuous physical terminology like penis and vagina too, puffing up redder than Kiba's fang tattoos every time such things were uttered in her presence, which Kiba enjoyed gently teasing her about; he often swore up a storm and recalled one particular occasion where he had said in regards to an enemy that he would 'fucking beat the everliving shit out of that motherfucking cock sucking piece of shit' to which the sheltered girl awkwardly coughed and fidgeted before softly admonishing Kiba to not speak so crudely. He couldn't help it though, that was just who he was, a foulmouthed, horny, dog-brained, smutty guy, but even though their personalities contrasted completely, Hinata knew that he couldn't change and accepted his demeanor without much fretting or conflict. So Hinata for one would likely be embarrassed to death and glowing bright red in uncomfortable confusion around him if she discovered the filthy truth, but still likely be sweet and generous enough to continue interacting with Kiba and not shun him for such things. She wasn't one to judge others or discriminate, even if that info did cause her to see her teammate in a completely new light, she would try to keep things the same as always. Kiba could only imagine her innocent expression turned to wide-eyed, stuttering shock while he went about explaining the lurid details of his armpit fetish or scent kink or the topic of the pornos he had recently viewed about BDSM or watersports or foot fetish and the like. Poor girl would probably keel over foaming at the mouth if exposed to that stuff, even if just by second hand.
And Shino on the other hand would probably calmly take it all in stride as he did with everything else in life, the quiet hooded guy much more likely to be curious and amused by the whole deal than outright disgusted-or at least as amused as that dour guy could get, which wasn't saying much-since he was a guy too and would understand and accept that sort of thing easier... probably. Every time over the years that Kiba had attempted steering the topic of conversation between himself and Shino into a more personal guy talk direction about what girls they liked or what turned them on in pornography or about the specifics of their physically changing bodies, Shino had an annoying habit of dampening the excitement with short, blunt, direct answers as were usual from him, draining the feeling of any real guy-on-guy bonding and the electric stimulation of emotional openness that came with it. The mysterious and flat-toned Shino had become something of a brother figure to Kiba since the inauguration of their team-and Hinata like a sister as well-someone Kiba would gladly put his life on the line to protect and assist, but that still didn't stop him from thinking that Shino was kind of a boring downer from time to time and a difficult guy to understand most of the time; he just didn't talk about himself much and the boys shared few things in common, leaving little room to truly connect.
One night when out on a mission around the time they were fifteen, while Hinata was sleeping and only the two guys still awake sitting around the campfire on guard duty, without warning Kiba had thoughtlessly blurted out, 'How big's your dick?' to his friend in a harsh, excited whisper, hoping his unwarranted and sudden entreaty would trigger some frank talk and personal connection between the two teammates, and maybe even spur a game of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' if he was lucky. Teeming with curiosity to compare the progress of growth his manhood had undertaken to that of others-and also the chance to gloat smugly when his horse hung dick inevitably turned out to be the longer one-at the time Kiba had only felt comfortable asking Shino something this devastatingly private, no other guy he could turn to to sate his curious young mind. That turned out to be a disappointing mistake.
'Six inches,' the hooded guy had answered back without missing a beat and with no detectable inflection of confusion or surprise to be found in his voice, nor any further descriptions of his junk or questions of his own about Kiba's anatomy. This stunted back and forth game of Twenty Questions would go on for a while that hushed night, Kiba halted at every avenue he questioned to try and open Shino's guard up and bond a bit. 'Have you ever had sex?' he asked. 'No,' was the predictably frustrating reply. Then came 'What kind of girls do you like?' 'Normal ones' was rapidly flung back at him. 'How often do you touch yourself?' 'The regular amount.' See? Total mood killer, cockblocked every time. After a while more of the obnoxious routine he eventually gave up and decided it wasn't worth it, any more of this and he'd end up punching Shino with as irritating as it was being thwarted on every attempt. Kiba could compare cocks with another guy sooner or later if he wanted to so bad, he knew that, but it was still disappointing not being able to connect with Shino. It had taken two more years of searching, but Kiba had finally gotten a gander at another man's tool-Naruto's own bulky, broad member-and he had to say it was well worth the wait.
Regardless of his unwillingness to effectively answer Kiba's personal inquiries though, Shino had never been weirded out by his violating questioning and hadn't seemed to be looking down on his curiosity either. He probably already had some sneaking suspicions about Kiba's... interests by that time anyways; Shino was a bright guy after all, Kiba probably didn't need to spell it out for him. Shino was the definition of cool and collected, Kiba could hardly imagine him freaking out about anything, even learning that his teammate enjoyed sniffing armpits and giving handjobs. He'd probably just scoff and say that he had deduced that fact long ago, no harm no foul.
So yeah, maybe those two in particular would be fine with it all and not judge him too harshly, but still, Kiba wanted his perversity to remain as secret as possible. He wasn't about to go spilling how much he yanked it each and every day or the twisted kinks that got him so hard and ready for action, no sir, not even to trusted comrades. And no way in hell was Kiba going to advertise the fact that he had dry humped and given the hero of the village a handjob. People would flip their shit! Kiba'd have Naruto's flock of obnoxious adoring fan girls trying to put a hit out on him once they realized the truth, viciously hunting him down to the ends of the earth for stealing the man they drooled over! And the there was Hinata; Kiba had no intention of hurting the infatuated girl by informing her that he'd gotten to her longtime crush before she had. He was certainly crude, but not cruel. She didn't need to know Kiba was gunning to claim the man and make Naruto his, that Kiba too was a participant in this game competing for his attention. The less said to anyone about all this stuff the better. Leave the secret spilling for when Naruto came back, he was the only one who needed to know about Kiba's detailed erotic plans for the future or his hedonistic inner workings.
Of course, it wasn't like sex was all Kiba ever thought about, but it was true that while out on missions the easily-aroused teen did have to run off behind a nearby tree for a moment of privacy to take care of himself after conjuring up some random dirty thought in the back of his mind fairly often. Kiba had no idea just how many trees out there scattered across the world had cum stains on their bark caused by where he left his fluids behind, but it was likely a lot. When the forces of nature called it was tough not to answer them then and there! Kiba couldn't resist from picturing beautiful busty women shoving their knockers in his face and smothering him with their stacked racks, of round bubble butts capable of handling a good hard slap, and of course tortuously tight pussies forcibly wringing every drop of sperm from his dong in those many incredibly dull hours spent traveling on the road or pointlessly waiting around for instructions while out on assignment, since there was little else of worth to do in those boring, quiet lulls other than let his mind wander aimlessly and day dream about the best jugs, ass, and vag Kiba could possibly conjure up.
...And maybe there was something else you should add to that list of pleasing physical features Kiba adored, an item he had been obsessing over a bit lately that was notably missing: thick, veiny cocks. Until recently he had never noticed it-or at the very least never WANTED to notice it-but there truly was something about a well hung guy-such as Naruto-that was just so confusingly yet undeniably arousing and captivating. It was so... primitively masculine, displaying power and virility by simply being nude; these days it made Kiba's mouth water seeing and imaging big pieces of floppy man meat swinging low between a guy's legs, which he had never experienced before his run in with Naruto. Kiba knew he was longer than Naruto was in that department from the thorough hand job he had provided his friend, his own long 8 inches of pulsating wang capable of digging nice and deeeep into his partner if he wished, his tool inserted all the way to the hilt so they could feel the warmth of him splurging forth seed in them as he implanted the substance far inside whatever orifice he was using. But the blond himself beat Kiba in sheer orifice-stretching girth, which Kiba couldn't help but respect; any guy with a dick that big around deserved a little appreciation, and Kiba was all too happy to oblige with his newfound veneration of the thickest and juiciest of trouser-snakes. Anyone wanting to take Naruto's mammoth tool would have to accommodate his plumpness and substantially broad shaft, likely leaving whatever vagina or butthole he chose to fill a gaping mess afterwards, stretching the snug entrance out to fit his size better and leaving his partner feeling absolutely stuffed to the brim! Now THAT was hot, what wasn't to love?
Touching that meaty fuck-stick with his bare hands, smelling the noticeable stench of manliness pouring from it, watching the rod bounce around freely in Naruto's pants, and bringing the thickness to orgasm in his hand, all of it had made Kiba feel funny and warped afterwards, like something had changed inside him because of those actions. He still definitely liked girls and thought they were hot, but... there was more than that now, a new world full of discoveries before him that the dog boy had never noticed. Because of his elicit activities, Kiba wasn't all too sure anymore if he was still straight and was just trying out some harmless experimental male bonding, if perhaps he had actually been turned bisexual from those unexpected experiences and now realized he wanted a little from column A and some from column B too, or if he simply liked sex regardless of the circumstances, but in any case he found himself oddly cool about the matter, he really didn't care too much. Kiba wasn't the type of guy to agonize over things that had already happened, that took way too much thought and effort in his opinion, energy which could be better spent elsewhere. He just wanted to do what felt good, in this instance with his new fuck buddy Naruto. He enjoyed it, Naruto enjoyed it, that's all that really mattered, right? Why spoil the fun placing labels on things? Why agonize over something that felt so right?
Kiba had never liked guys before this had happened, never found them all that appealing or attractive, but... well, it seemed that after all their fooling around that Naruto had irreversibly turned him into a certifiable cock hound. Pun definitely intended. Kiba couldn't wait to wrap his fist around Naruto's fat cock again, tug playfully on the wrinkled overhand of foreskin, trace the engorged purple veins with his finger, and hear Naruto's sweet sighs of satisfaction while he toyed with that giant dick. Kiba had been dreaming about doing it again ever since it first happened. No seriously, weirdly and frustratingly enough, recently Kiba had actually been having sex dreams exclusively about Naruto, his dumb, dazzling face and rock-hard body replacing the buxom ladies normally in Kiba's dreams. Not that he minded the intrusion all that much; he missed those sweet, beautiful girls to be sure, and it took a while to get accustomed to envisioning one of your best pals doing the nasty, but as long as Kiba was having good, sexy dreams about people worth banging, he was a happy guy. There was definitely a certain... appeal to men that Kiba recognized now, if perhaps only for one particular individual. He still greatly preferred women if given the choice, but dudes weren't so bad either Kiba supposed, guys had their own interesting qualities that were no less alluring and attractive than their female counterparts. It was an experience similar to having a brand new flavor of ice cream for the very first time after only having chocolate your whole life, exotic and different and full of all kinds of exploration and wonder.
Before it had been thoughts of wide, child-bearing hips; soft, enormous hooters begging to be sucked and groped; big, squeezable, perfectly round asses; and of course quivering twats dripping with excitement, warm, tight love caverns ready to be fingered, licked, and pounded all stuck in his head refusing to be jostled free, that's what Kiba was into. Though now Kiba guessed that the strong, firm muscles, musky scents, and huge dangling packages of men weren't so gross as he had originally believed, quite the opposite actually. Meh, whatever. Chicks, dudes, it didn't really matter THAT much to Kiba. Sex was sex and being hot had nothing to do with gender. As long as they were smokin' fine, what was the harm in wanting a piece of that for himself from either gender?
Of course, at first Kiba had been pretty put-off by his initial attraction to Naruto, freaking out in deluded panic about what they had done and worrying exactly what it meant for him and his identity in those first few hours of confusing aftermath, but he quickly decided that was just a pain and grew more comfortable with the reality of the matter. He had undeniably enjoyed it, there was no point in trying to subvert that fact; Kiba liked Naruto's smell, his body, everything, he couldn't pretend and avoid the truth. Yes, he had acted like a drunk dumbass, but that was no excuse, he couldn't hide behind that thin cover and keep his pride intact. Better to go with the flow and have a nice time than waste valuable thinking power fretting about what it meant to daydream about one of your closest friend's distractingly fucking thick cock. So he accepted it now; Kiba Inuzuka thought Naruto was hot. Not as much as himself to be sure, but still quite a handsome dude by any means.
As he studied Naruto's room intently, attention wandering off to various lewd thoughts all the while as the aroused young man researched the abode with an interested gaze, an intriguing sight suddenly caught Kiba's eye, a prime target spotted cast away in exile to the corner of the room. A prominent literal damn mountain of multicolored pieces of fabric all haphazardly piled up on top of each other lay there, reaching a dizzying nearly three foot height, the mass towering over much of the nearby furniture from its disastrous residence in the corner like an ominous volcano threatening to blow smelly socks and gym shorts all over the place. Certainly a sight difficult to miss, but one that most people would have wanted to avoid like the plague, an invisible forbidden zone that smelled similar to a locker room surrounding the area and warning trespassers away, a region which visitors would have sensibly gone out of their way to keep their distance from and graciously overlook. Except Kiba that is. Oh no, this was precisely what he had wanted to discover, the very thing he had been seeking in coming here in the first place, the putrid hill of fabric perhaps the only thing in the world that could comfort Kiba in his time of need since Naruto was absent.
Naruto's gargantuan dirty laundry pile sat before the overwhelmed Kiba, looking more like beautiful glittering treasure than mundane used clothes needing a wash in his abnormal, twisted view, the bevy of soiled cast offs stacked together in an almost erotic manner designed to turn him on, with exposed alluring boxer shorts and bewitching mesh undershirts seducing him closer, making the enthralled teen's eyes widen with greedy, overly-eager surprise at the bounty of artifacts he had uncovered. It was like the pile had been waiting there just for him, Naruto's unwashed garments posed in unabashed and flagrant ways like salacious models in a nudie magazine, bearing it all for Kiba to see; if Kiba hadn't of known better, he would have sworn that the clothes were actually flirting with him, Naruto's undies pompously playing off his obsession and need with brazen tactics directed towards charming the man. And boy was it ever working.
Kiba was so captivated by the stunning landmark that he found himself wanting to jump right in and wallow around in the soiled clothing like a dog happily rolling around in the mud or kids frolicking in deep snow embankments, but grudgingly resisted the urge and held back from diving in; he had already smacked his head on the floor once today and that was plenty for him, a full-grown teen launching himself face-first into mere flimsy clothes would hurt regardless of it's impressive depth, very little to cushion his head-long impact.
Even so, this was still every smell fetishist's greatest, raunchiest wet dream come true right there in front of Kiba's gluttonous eyes, a handy true to life chance to get a big taste of some ripe old undies or sweat-stained undershirts firsthand. It was a veritable gold mine teeming with a gathering of intriguing and arousing scents and smells sitting there waiting to be experienced! Kiba even began to tear up just a tiny bit with joy while staring at the pile, wistful gaze glistening over with poorly contained emotion. This had been a long time coming after all; five days might not sound that long, but when you really needed that release, it seemed like forever, the young man couldn't contain his dopey happiness even if it was about something so odd. Salvation, relief from the pangs of frustrated youth, it was so very near, and it was indeed a beautiful thing to behold.
Luckily enough for Kiba, Naruto didn't seem to enjoy doing laundry all that often-or perhaps ever, judging from the spectacular hill of clothing overflowing from the overwhelmed laundry basket buried at the base of the mountain-leaving Kiba free to pick and choose whatever item he wished to sniff most, hunting down what one he believed would bring him the most delight. The potential selection was incredible and diverse, like a grocery store that carried every product a guy could ever want in his life! Jeans, boxers, socks, undershirts, sweatpants, t-shirts, whatever article of clothing Kiba could imagine sticking his nose into was right here for him to partake of, everything wonderfully stinky and dirty, every item smelling strongly of Naruto's addictive body odor, every object present so Kiba could inject that scent into his system and finally feel at peace and fulfilled. He might actually be in over his head here!
Kiba studied the pile with shifting, anticipating eyes, carefully searching out a prime target to lavish his attentions on like an indecisive kid in a candy store overwhelmed by his many equally delicious-looking options, the whole mountain of clothing his and his alone to consume as he wished; the most important thing of all now was simply picking where to start his banquet of scents. His indecision quickly melted away, however, upon spotting a certain item, Kiba quickly settling his mind after glancing once over of the laundry pile and promptly snatching up a lime green pair of boxers crowning the mountain in his grubby mits as if in a rush because someone might get to them before him. The trunks were sitting triumphantly atop the peak like a bold adventurer proclaiming their achievement to the world, doing everything to make themselves seen and subtly calling Kiba's name like a seductive siren song luring him in. The cute little cups of ramen displayed on the the verdant green fabric certified them definitively as Naruto's and no other's-who else was weird enough to own that fashion disaster? But good taste in clothes or not, these were the object that Kiba wanted most of all, he was sure of it.
Wasting no time, Kiba pressed the wadded-up briefs to his face in order to take a short huff of their potent odor. Powerful remnants of swamped crotch and Naruto's personal musk filtered into his nostrils and stung the delicate smell receptors, filling Kiba up as the scent traveled into the back of his nose and down into his lungs. These were rank scents that used to repulse Kiba, but which now drove him absolutely wild, at least when they came from that noisy blond idiot. Sniffing any other guy's pits? Well, Kiba wasn't so sure about that. But Naruto's glorious golden-furred underarms? Sign him up for a whole day session of stuffing his face in and whiffing those bad boys!
"Yahoo, now that's the stuff!" Kiba cried out loudly with characteristic glee and excitement as he tightly clutched the dirty underpants in a vice grip like they were a precious treasure or perhaps an important artifact he had excavated from the pile that no one on earth was going to steal from him, amped-up at finally getting another strong, direct hit of his annoying yet sexy pal into his system. What a rush! Oh, the mixture of erotic smells clinging to the fabric, it was a medley of heaven! Nature was truly the best aphrodisiac. It was an intoxicating concoction of earthy tones and masculine scents, dirt, sweat, musk, and a hint of recently spilled pre-ejaculate that Naruto must have dripped while he had been turned-on-maybe even back when they had fooled around in the forest-all ingrained into the fabric and blended together creating the stench that Kiba adored so very much. He could never get enough of it.
His smelly prize clasped in hand, Kiba strode over to the bed with a haughty, precocious bounce in his step, just about ready to at last get down to business, when he suddenly halted in his tracks before he could sit down on the mattress, frozen in place by an unexplained odd feeling. Wait a minute here, something was up. The teen looked around curiously, consciously aware of something out of place as he sniffed around to uncover what it was. There was another noticeable smell hanging in the air here, faint but still distinct and more powerful in strength nearest the bed, growing in volume with each step as he approached.
This familiar sensation, this hard to describe but entirely unmistakable bleach-like sort of smell, Kiba knew it quite well from the trash bin containing wadded-up tissues sitting in his own bedroom; the curious, detectable scent of dried semen was emanating from beneath the bed. Naruto could try to hide his risque secret under his mattress away from view out of shame or embarrassment or whatever other motives, but Kiba had an inkling suspicion he knew exactly what was down there. His nose would root out every illicit secret Naruto tried to hide, nothing could be kept from his highly-attuned senses and energized wang acting together in conjunction like a compass for perversity, pointing Kiba in the right direction to satiate his libido.
Kiba bent down onto his hands and knees, pressing his tattooed cheek against the carpet to get a better view of the dim space beneath the bed frame. He wiggled around anxiously trying to get a better angle to spot his target, upturned butt waving around flirtatiously in the air as he energetically went peeking ravenous brown eyes underneath the bed with unbridled anticipation, hoping to discover precisely what his nose led him to believe was stashed away under there, perhaps out of sight out of mind for Naruto, but very much in range for Kiba's senses. The nose knows as they say!
"Come out wherever you are!" the brunet called out cheerily in a sing-song manner as he thrust his arm bravely into that unknown darkness, clawing and fishing his eager hands around blindly in the pitch black for the hidden treasure he knew was residing down there in the small space-too bad his eyes weren't as good as his nose was at locating things or this would have been a cinch-playing hide-and-seek with the mysterious object as he hunted it down with demanding purpose and it in turn tried to evade him. And lo and behold, that dirty item was indeed there, waiting for Kiba to come snatch it; after a few moments of fumbling in the dark, his fingers grazed something soft and he pulled it out into the light to inspect his discovery, to ascertain that he was right.
There it was in all its revolting glory, grasped in Kiba's unyielding fist like an important reward wrenched from the jaws of a monster and seized into his possession, the holy grail of all dirty garments, the most illicit item a disgusting underwear-sniffing perv like himself could ever desire; Kiba gripped Naruto's well-used cum rag in his hand triumphantly, refusing to let go lest it try to sneak away and hide from him again. It was a worn and ragged pair of old dark blue boxers that had undoubtedly seen better days long ago-numerous holes and rips throughout the cloth along with the loose elastic around the waist all attesting to their advanced age-and now instead served their solemn purpose collecting Naruto's jets of seed so he wouldn't have to bother with cleaning up-Kiba himself used tissues for that since they were easily disposable, but ratty old clothes suited the job just as well. And boy did the the tattered cloth ever seem to get good and frequent use, containing the permanent stains and dry white remains of who only knew how many creamy loads the blond had shot into the ratty, rarely washed underpants as a result of his self-pleasuring, fabric caked with scattered, splotchy ivory crud marks. Kiba hoped at least one of the lasting stains on the beaten boxers could be attributed to Naruto fantasizing about their encounter in the forest, that he could point to one of the marks and think with pride 'That one's because of me'; Kiba himself had been replaying those awesome events almost non-stop since they had occurred and had come to the erotic recollections about a dozen times or more over the past five days, there were plenty of little tissue balls pilling up in his garbage bin that Naruto had caused.
Kiba held the crusty piece of clothing up to his nose and took a tentative, interested inhalation of these boxers in mirrored unison to his previous undie whiffing, shuddering in bizarre satisfaction as the fumes from another man's semen entered his nostrils and inhibited his normal brain functions, preventing him from thinking straight as the foul rag clouded his better judgement and proper train of thought. Even though the cloth hadn't been used for its sole purpose in at least five days, it was still blisteringly intoxicating from the consistent build up of so many releases, the smell meshed into the haggard old boxers over a long period of time until they had become forever one. Naruto's expelled semen was fused to the short's atomic structure, emanating a sharp intensity that smothered Kiba's senses, doused his sense of shame, and flattened his pride with its overwhelming strength. This. This was what Kiba had missed, these smells, these feelings that gave rise to electric sensations coursing in his nerves and an abnormal kind of hunger rumbling in his stomach, over the past five days he had longed to whet his appetite on this kind of rugged, untamed manliness and relish his new addiction to such.
"Hot damn!" Kiba exclaimed emphatically, feeling very energized by all these delicious smells, literally almost jumping for joy as he tossed the cum rag clenched in his left hand and the dirty boxers pilfered from the laundry pile in his right both onto the bed simultaneously and readied the final tasks on his JO check-list. He now had everything he needed to begin his daily ritual-and everything he could want besides a dimwit blond to play with. Regardless of that missing detail, Kiba was still going to do something outrageous, masturbating in his friend's apartment, with his friend's boxers, on the same spot where Naruto slept; Kiba could only imagine Naruto's reaction if he found out, boy he would never hear the end of all the bitching! His heart leapt and bounced around in his chest, thundering erratically from the sheer thrill of the situation, adrenaline pumping through Kiba's veins like the way it used to during routine masturbation sessions before stupid sexy Naruto came along and screwed his inhibitions up. The teen was amazed he even had any blood left in his body for his heart to pump, since most of the stuff seemed to be flowing in one particular direction, all the life-giving fluid moving distinctly southwards and pooling in his raging erection. He had never heard of anyone suffering a case of 'death by boner' before, which was good, because if it was a real cause of demise, Kiba was certain this unrelenting damn steely thing in his pants would have killed him by now and this would end up becoming his very own death bed. But there were worse ways to go, he supposed.
The frisky lad began rubbing his protruding package roughly as he stared expectantly down at the empty mattress, the very same bed of one of his best friends, where he was going to have one hell of a good time himself, groping and fondling his rock-hard tent with licentious hands at the thought. His firm grip wouldn't let up, massaging that bulge hastily and without care in an aroused daze. Holy hell was this exciting! If he hadn't of already been ready to burst before, smelling those two filthy pairs of boxers alone would have chubbed Kiba up in no time!
"Better take these off," Kiba mumbled to himself reluctantly, noticing a small wet spot forming on the strained crotch of his pants with his fingers as he felt himself up, gobs of pre seeping through his boxers and now pants as well. The dab of pre-cum currently leaking straight through the boxers and seeping into his pants notified Kiba that it was now time to get naked. Kiba didn't want to finish in his pants like the last time he had smelled Naruto, after all. Don't get him wrong, spilling out into his pants had been immensely fun and hot, feeling that sloppy wet cloth stick to his skin after it had been soaked in boy batter, his underpants seeping with shots of warm oozing cum that Naruto had coaxed out of him. The real problem had come after that, when he had to sneak back into town with a fresh, sticky load of semen dripping down his legs and a damp spot the size of a soccer ball emblazoned on the front of his jeans foretelling exactly what he had been up to, trying desperately to avoid getting caught red-handed in that freakish situation. And then on top of that ordeal, Kiba also had to find a way to wash his clothes and attempt not getting interrogated by his nosy mother on why exactly the lazy boy was doing laundry for the first time in his life.
Having your mom wash your undies when you were a kid was one thing, but not even Kiba was shameless enough to toss his jizz-splattered boxers in with the rest of the laundry like it were no big deal and expect things to go over well for him, no no no! He'd rather not end up grounded for the next thousand years in addition to getting the snot beaten out of him by his hardass mom, thank you very much! Even as a young teen, Kiba had taken the liberty to clean up his own little sticky messes caused by erotic wet dreams in his tighty-whities, rinsing the doused garments out in the bathroom sink with his own hands under cover of darkness in burning embarrassment because of his natural uncontrolled emissions; no way on earth was he as a 17 year old young man going to start acting so nasty towards his own mother and expect her to solve everything for him. This was something growing boys had to learn for themselves, a kind of rite of passage into manhood. Maybe once Kiba had figured out a good time when he could best wash his clothes in secret without being hassled by his mom or sister and without being accosted or humiliated by the women either if they found out what he was washing and why, then he could try making a big soggy mess in his briefs again without worry-hell, maybe he and Naruto could enjoy creaming their jeans together then-but until then, that surprisingly fun kink would have to be put on hold for the moment. Well, at least there would be no coming in his own undies today, but Naruto's on the other hand, that was another story. Those undies were about to get flooded with spunk.
Kiba stripped his clothes off in a haste, frenzied fingers fumbling awkwardly with his pants button in his hurry to remove them, not able to get them off quick enough as he clutched and tore at the garb with such ferocity Kiba was sure the fabric would rip from his reckless desperation. Even a second long delay was too intolerable a wait for this much anticipated reunion with the enthralling traces of one Naruto Uzumaki. Pulling his pants down, underpants and all, in one quick yanking motion once the button and zipper were undone, Kiba then frantically tugged his shirt over his head and tossed the bothersome clothing aside to the floor without care for their condition; he had more important matters on his mind. His 8 inch dick swung free from its restrictive confines into the warm room, springing joyously from containment like a prisoner who had just broken out of jail, swollen purplish head and stiff shaft standing tall from his hairy crotch as his bulbous, overly-full balls dangled provocatively, swaying from the motion.
Ah, there was something so liberating about being naked in a public setting, curiously both natural and thrilling at the same time. Scattered goosebumps rose quick on Kiba's tan skin as a breeze rolled in through the open window he had entered through, bumps sprouting head to toe as the cool gust ticked his dripping cock and made him gasp a little. Kiba felt so free and open at the moment, foreskin peeled back and drooling slit on display as his saggy eggs swayed slightly back and forth in their wrinkled pouch, body unleashed from its restrictive trapping and into the humid air in all of its naked glory. There was no need to feel shame, just sit back and enjoy the natural order as it should be. If he could, Kiba would have become a nudist and never again would have worn clothes while in the Leaf Village, if only to show everyone the bounty hidden in his pants they were missing out on by abiding society's rules-he'd still wear clothes while on missions in this hypothetical though, no way would he want to be on the receiving end of an easily targeted low blow from an enemy, ouch!
Not capable of restraining himself any longer, all of a sudden Kiba leapt forward and promptly cannon-balled into Naruto's bed butt naked, propelling his nude body onto the blankets. He laughed giddily as the springs bounced him aimlessly around on impact, playfully floundering and rebounding into the air as the coils rejected his weight, flinging him back into the air. Once he had slowly ceased jumping and the mattress had accepted his presence, the rowdy teen got down to work immediately rolling his bare flesh around on the blond's blankets and pillows, grinding his genitals and gyrating his buttocks across the surface. If he couldn't wade into the laundry pile, then this was certainly the next best thing, bounding and rolling around without a care in his friends bed, making extra sure to rub his ass and crotch on all the fabric Kiba could get to, goofing Naruto by spreading his own sweaty scent all over the items. It was almost instinctual, this desire to claim dibs on Naruto and his possessions all for his own in this animalistic manner; Kiba needed to make sure the blankets smelled like his taint and the pillows had just a hint of nutsack on them for Naruto to enjoy later, now didn't he? Wouldn't want anyone else thinking they could interrupt his monopoly on his friend.
"Ha ha ha, my ass is on your pillow, dipshit! What're you gonna do about it?" Kiba mocked questioningly to no one in particular as he sat his ass down to wiggle and rub his cheeks back and forth on Naruto's fluffy white pillow, self-assured smirk gracing his features all the while. Imagine Naruto's face when he found out Kiba had been naked in his bed! Ah, it gave Kiba wood just picturing his stupid shocked reaction, a big fat boner from getting one over Naruto for a change.
Unsatisfied with just this, Kiba suddenly pulled the pillow out from underneath his rump and hugged it tightly to his chest, thrusting his leaking cock upwards in a rhythmic fashion as he humped it with vigor, pretending as if it were Naruto sitting on his lap and riding his cock, each jagged lunge upward sending him deeper into Naruto's imaginary tight rear end. Kiba's arms wrapped all the way around the puffy bedding and gripped it into an embrace like one would give a good friend, but it sadly lacked any of the warmth his close encounter with Naruto had produced, the way it felt when their lithe teen bodies pressed as close together as possible, systems raging with hormones and skin on fire with lust as the young men touched and connected and burned brightly together, Kiba's lips pressed sensuously to Naruto's ear and his head resting affectionately on his friend's shoulder as he had hugged Naruto from behind, exploring the blond's firm, muscled figure. A floppy, motionless pillow just didn't begin to simulate that intensely intimate kind of experience despite how closely Kiba tried to imitate his actions then, no matter how agonizingly soft and ticklish it felt as his cock glided effortlessly against it or how good it may have smelled. This pillow simply wasn't the friend that caused him so much trouble and excitement, it couldn't fairly compete. Still, wanting some semblance of relief from the best source available, Kiba shoved his face down onto the top of his inanimate temporary partner and buried it in, instantly hit by the strangely relaxing natural fragrance of Naruto's spiky hair and traces of whatever brand of shampoo he used mixed in as Kiba snuggled his mate in vain search of passion and comfort.
"Hmmm," Kiba cooed softly, half in erotic pleasure, half in sleepy satisfaction as he grooved on that remaining smell, his long, throaty sigh muffled by the plush fabric as he continuously drug his hardness across its smooth surface, grinding into his companion in lust like he had against Naruto's rear. Kiba missed that smell, this pillow the only available buddy around to cure his loneliness and longing at the moment, and Kiba's arms clenched his improvised partner tighter in unintended reaction.
Of course he knew that his efforts to mark the dork's possessions with his scent were sadly futile, that no matter how much of his musk Kiba infused and spread into the fabric or where he rubbed his junk to stink it up, Naruto's nose simply wasn't keen enough to pick up the sultry intentions of the randy youth nor devise who had left that trace either. Sure, the blond might be able to pick up on something funky there, but he'd never be able to pinpoint who had left that invisible stain behind and what such a thing signified. Naruto just didn't understand these things as Kiba and his canine clan did, that surge of emotion and possessiveness and intimacy that such an act was an unspoken expression of, the feelings that went into wanting to mark your lover and claim them as your own, desiring to mix your scents together while rutting to make a new creation of passion and love. Kiba's nose might have been a pain sometimes, always leading him blind-sighted into troublesome or embarrassing situations, but it also made stuff like this much more enjoyable. If his sniffer weren't so strong Kiba would never have known just how vividly erotic and amazing smells could be, particularly during sexual situations, how much they could enhance life.
But despite the fact that Naruto wouldn't get the same sort of perverse enjoyment out of this experience that he did, Kiba was nevertheless committed to continue doing it anyways, to perfume the bedding with his musk like a shameless mutt marking his territory, imprinting his essence deep into it to ward off potential rivals and claim his rightful ownership. Why? Because even if it was a futile act, it still gave Kiba a seriously enthralling power trip high, that was why. The blanket, the pillow, even Naruto himself soon enough, they all belonged to Kiba and the possessive guy would make sure everyone knew it, claiming his property one item at a time in aggressive territorial confrontation, one spritz of sweat, pre-cum, and musk combined all Kiba needed to jealously brand these things as his, starting first with this pillow.
It wound Kiba up to no end being here rubbing his solidly rigid erection across Naruto's pillow, staining it with little globs of viscous pre that came leaking out unceasingly as he methodically humped against the cool fabric, his male juices melting into the material and becoming one with it, a part of him to stay behind forever in Naruto's abode. Days from now when Naruto returned home he would lay underneath this blanket that Kiba had thoroughly rubbed his bare butt on and rolled his naked form across, and then he would place his dumb yellow head right down onto the exact pillow that Kiba was currently making vigorous love to, unassuming that his possessions had been violated. And when the blond then took slow and deep, tired breaths as he drifted off to sleep, he would inadvertently inhale Kiba's musky love odor contained hidden within the fabric like a diabolical surprise, mimicking how the dog boy himself had ingested his friend's scent earlier like in some sort of ritualistic exchange of pheromones between comrades, the blond unknowingly sniffing in the traces of pre and sweat Kiba had intentionally soaked into the pillow as they followed him of to dreamland; one could only hope inhaling Kiba's smell in that unguarded state would affect Naruto and cause him to have all manner of raunchy and erotic dreams involving the two boys to bond them subconsciously closer. Call it his little way of helping Naruto have sweet dreams. And the fact that it was also the sweetest and dirtiest of practical jokes might have played a part in Kiba doing it as well, an added bonus or perfect way to receive a mean little domineering rush over Naruto without actually laying a hand on him.
It was undeniably true that Kiba at times enjoyed feeling humiliated and blatantly exposed in an odd way, liked the sensation of that shameful tickle of eroticism that came along with such degrading lewd things; hell, if it weren't for society's stupid laws, the brazen young man would have loved nothing more than to go out proudly streaking down the street to let all the lucky girls in town have an opportunity to salivate over his sweet bod and dangling package as Kiba marched and paraded around in his open and unabashed nudity. Then he would proceed to embarrass himself further by putting on a show for the shocked ladies, sensually touching himself until the captivated girls themselves wouldn't be able to take Kiba's teasing performance anymore and would finger their dripping pussies with wanton abandon right there in public at his untamed visage so crudely stroking his meat without a care in the world, the depraved guy getting off to the fact that the girls were all getting off to him getting off in a continuous cycle of arousal and self-humiliation, a massive display of group public indecency springing from how fine a stud Kiba was. Now that was a fantasy! Exposure and degradation were exciting and dangerous, Kiba couldn't keep those emotions off his radar when they caused such wild pictures in his head.
But in fact, Kiba also loved to have the upper hand as well, he preferred it actually, to feel superior and in charge and have someone wrapped around his fingers to be toyed with at his will. That was the case here as he dug his eight inches of firm, dripping cock into Naruto's pillow, putting a nasty little lopsided smirk on his face as Kiba drove himself into the bedding with passionate force like he was displaying his dominance and superiority over his friend in the best, most natural way possible. Each grinding thrust sent Kiba further into the imperious kick of supremacy controlling his mind and actions, the dog boy becoming more aggressive and more impulsive every time his hardness rammed into the pillowcase. His erection grew bolder and more prominent as Kiba delighted in the blazing flow of maniacal control like acid burning in his veins, his ego becoming more commanding and energized all the while as he fell deeper into that pit, more wrapped up in his obsession with authority. It was like his frantic fucking was signifying something to Naruto, saying, 'You're mine, buddy. I'm the one in charge!' Even if he were not present, Kiba somehow felt he was owning Naruto completely right now, getting him back for all the trouble he had caused over the years and taking the blond under his command with this one simple depraved act. What could be more assertive and controlling than forcing a guy to smell your junk against his will, after all, breaking into his home and staining his property with that smell without his knowledge so that stink would never leave him, never dislodge from his memory? It was like casting your power over him, highlighting your position of primacy and taking him into control as you defiled his sanctuary and subverted its importance, captured his very self. Mhh, what an authoritarian rush!
So yeah, Kiba was on a serious power trip at the moment considering where he was and what he was doing, and power trips always caused Kiba to spring big throbbing boners. Something about being dominant and having someone at his mercy, about feeling utterly powerful, well it was so damn sexy and emotionally charging he just couldn't fight the hard-ons off at those times. From time to time Kiba even ended up getting raging woodies in the midst of particularly electrifying or challenging battles as well, unconsciously aroused by the brutality and potent energy of a good old fashioned brawl. Kiba loved to fight and he especially loved to win, to the extant that it made him hard with enthusiasm during the hot furor and frenzy of conflict. The ever-present sharp smells of spraying blood and sheets of pungent sweat hanging in the dusty air that stung his nostrils, the perilous life-or-death stakes at hand, fierce able-bodied warriors glistening with pouring perspiration and covered in dirt and grime, giving it their all to survive and emerge victorious; all of it was so boner-inducing that Kiba couldn't contain his excitement or stop his slacks from getting cramped even if he had WANTED to.
Erections during fights weren't really that uncommon an issue for men in this profession to face, and most shinobi guys had likely found themselves in a desperate state with an unwanted boner at least once or twice in their lives due to the body's natural unconscious instinct to leave behind progeny any way it could in those sort of helpless, cornered situations. It was an unavoidable, psychologically embedded last ditch attempt to fertilize at any cost and prolong the species to live on another day in the face of life threatening danger, but it was so much more than simply that to Kiba; for him instead it was masculinity and battle and sexual thrill made concrete and palpable and truly physical, his flurry of cascading emotions, basest sexual attractions, and deepest primal instincts all brought to life in the form of this uncompromising sign and symbol of his virility and utter maleness. His battle boners were the personification and definition of all this, a potent expression of his strength and will as a shinobi and more specifically as a man. It was the battle itself that got Kiba's testosterone flowing and his cock gloriously engorged, not the fear of death or desire to leave behind descents to avenge him. The adrenaline surge of clashing with a suitably strong enemy was so damn good it was actually sexually pleasing to the wild and unrestrained Inuzuka, chemicals rushing straight to his head and triggering his reaction of pure, unadulterated, reckless enjoyment. The better the battle, the more it pushed him to his limits, then the harder Kiba pushed back as he sought to win by any means necessary, to display his prowess and worth to all by doing so, his steady, rock-hard prick a sure sign of how much he was invigorated by the clash, growing larger and more resolute in tandem with how interested he was in the particular fight.
One good example of this carnal form of combat that quickly came to mind was his fight against Naruto back during the Chunin Exams. Yep, in all honesty Kiba had had a big, rock-hard stiffy hidden away in his pants during that entire clash. How could he not have? That fuckin' smartass cocky grin Naruto taunted him with, the defiant way the stubborn boy kept clambering back on his feet each time he was viciously knocked down, despite Kiba's wholehearted assurances that he would be the victor, and of course the way Naruto had fought his very hardest to the bitter end even when things seemed their darkest and most hopeless were all just so... enticing for Kiba. Attractive even. Where before he wished to go for a quick win, Naruto's haughty attitude made Kiba instead want to prolong the fight just to see how Naruto would respond, he wanted to keep pulverizing the blond and sustain this fearsome bout as long as possible to milk it for his own enjoyment, to never take his now interested gaze off of the rambunctious kid for a second.
These attributes of his, while certainly beyond frustrating at the time as Kiba strove to win at any cost but was prevented a quick easy win, driving him ever more irate and pumped up throughout the bout, were also curiously appealing in a weird way. Kiba deeply respected Naruto on some level for showing that strong, admirable, unflinching part of himself. The dog boy had seen a side of the blond he never knew existed back in their school days in Iruka's class, and he sure as hell liked it! These things had encouraged Kiba to continue onward with the match and even aroused him, they really drew his initial interest to Naruto that had only grown since then and sparked a lasting relationship of both playful-but contentious-camaraderie and serious rivalry, flip flopping emotions of wanting to give Naruto a big ol' bear hug some times and desiring to punch him repeatedly in the face at others.
Either way, that was precisely the kind of battle that got Kiba really fired up and going and Naruto the type of opponent that caused him to inadvertently spring wood in reaction, someone who was worthy and noble and strong, a person who defiantly challenged him to the very last moment. Ah, what a truly wonderful fight it had been; even though he had ultimately lost, Kiba still remembered the bout fondly, though admittedly with some lingering bitterness resulting from his ridiculously disgusting defeat at the hands of an ill-fated and poorly timed-or perhaps perfectly timed in Naruto's case-fart taken directly to the face. But subtract that one nasty detail and the rest of the moment had been an ideally fantastic battle in Kiba's mind, filling his trousers with such a pertinent, motivated hard-on that he had feared they might actually tear from the strain of containing his young energetic wood. Luckily he had worn some loose-fitting pants that day for just that reason, so none of the spectators had noticed his secret struggle stiffy, but rest assured, Naruto's aggravating yet charming self-assured attitude and the way it egged Kiba on had made him harder than steel in no time flat. Each devastating punch he landed that Naruto somehow recovered from remarkably fast, every well timed counterattack Naruto made just when Kiba thought he had this all wrapped up, all the coy remarks that Naruto flung back at Kiba as he lured the hotheaded brunet into his own downfall made Kiba's arousal grow more and more, his interest and impression of the blond and the desire to definitively crush him linked together with that rapidly increasing amorous impulse.
That match in particular had been the first battle in Kiba's life which had made the pre-teen feel so blisteringly hot and horny and nigh uncontrollable, imaginary clouds of steam pouring from his overheated young body as both his burning loins and notoriously short temper boiled over into the danger zone like a pressure cooker waiting to blow. No opponent had ever made Kiba feel that way before, so restless and pushed to the edge, so turned on by their spunky warrior's will and never-give-up manner, he had no idea what to do or how to deal with it at the time. Kiba had even been forced to gnaw on his own hand as an extreme method of bringing his attention back to the fight in front of him and away from his engorged privates, left with little other option but to chomp down on his own arm to allow himself a momentary pause in action to refocus and calm his stressed nerves, and more importantly to let off some of that steam building up dangerously in his overtaxed system. Kiba was left sandwiched precariously between the dual pressures of his rising bitter annoyance with Naruto's haughty attitude and the inability to conclusively KO him that attacked from one side and the congealing sexual excitement said actions had brought about relentlessly assaulting on the other. The dog boy wanted to rage and howl out with fury at Naruto, 'Stay down already so my erection will go away!' Of course he hadn't, for it would have caused more than a few raised eyebrows in the room, but Kiba had been in a very delicate situation nonetheless, unsure of what else to do in order to win since Naruto absolutely refused to concede defeat no matter how brutally Kiba struck him down. But even rashly drawing blood with his fangs by sinking them deep into his own flesh like a hunk of meat in order to rouse himself from his mesmerized stupor had failed to adequately calm Kiba in the end, it didn't do enough to allay those raging emotions for him to firmly take back control of the situation quickly spinning out of his hands, and because of that failure of self-control he ended up loosing the match.
To this day, however, even considering his loss, Kiba still saw it as one of the most impassioned, frantic, satisfying, and alluring battles of his whole life, perhaps made special because it was one of the first that had made him feel so alive, so free and completely in the moment. While the two supremely stubborn boys dueled to the end, the audience had simply melted away around Kiba's ears, everything outside the ring ceased being of any importance and all that had mattered was him and Naruto, two determined young men with nothing to loose and everything to prove duking it out with no holds bared, their fit young bodies drenched with sweat, various cuts and bruises leaking the scent of iron-laced scarlet blood as they traded physical and verbal jabs, goading and provoking each other with both words and fists.
It was obsession. All that Kiba had cared about, all that lay in sight before his dark eyes that day was the blond, the only thoughts entering his mind of Naruto and the overwhelming desire Kiba felt to beat him at last, to make him finally lay down in submission and loss and for this wonderful competition to be brought to its conclusion. The whole world was made up of only them and their brutal struggle. He was completely enthralled by this incredibly frustrating idiot who's unrelinquished passion and cocky demeanor had made Kiba quite possibly harder and more antsy with a mixture of sexual anticipation and battle frenzy than he had ever been before in his life, uncompromisingly devolved into lust for rivalry and battle, manic with the passion and sensation of a good fight. Nothing else entered Kiba's mind, attention attached completely to the obnoxious loudmouth as they competed to see who had the bigger will, the more ferocious attacks, the more formidable strength of a true ninja. The battle consumed him and the commendable foe had become his sole reason to drive forward to his goal.
Kiba now believed that it had been unusually akin to foreplay for the young men, albeit much more rough and rugged than was normal, the battle like sly flirtatious advances towards something potentially more intimate and binding in the future. Each punch was a coy invitation, each block a charming response that drew further interest. Neither could win fast, maybe they didn't WANT to be victorious so soon, dancing about the issue and skirting a finishing blow as if they desired more time together to establish their relationship, more opportunities to tease and toy with each other, to establish an order and structure to their interactions by harassing and mocking. It was exactly the kind of courting Kiba required to be interested in his target, dangerous and stupid and erotic and thrilling. The brunet would always be grateful to Naruto for showing him such an intense, rowdy match that had made his heart pound with surging adrenaline and odd affection, however envious, annoyed, frustrated, and bizarre it may have been. It was a fight that held a special place in his heart, which was saying something, since Kiba wasn't normally into all that mushy sentimental junk that Naruto all too often spewed. Kiba could never get over that feeling no matter how hard he tried, always searching to feel that way again when he had at long last reclaimed the buzzing sensation in the forest with Naruto the other day. It was like a raging inferno in his heart.
Being stuck in the thrilling heat of that incredible moment amidst pitched battle and thoroughly enjoying the sublime erection it caused, it had made Kiba feel so superior to Naruto back then, as if in that moment there was a vast gulf separating the two and their abilities and worthiness, like Naruto was nothing but his little plaything, weak and helpless to the brunet's greater strength as they beat the holy hell out of each other from end to end of the ring. Kiba felt he could do anything he wished with his opponent because of that seemingly wide difference in ability, because of his obviously better skills. The dog boy felt that in the current situation the blond was basically his bitch in a very literal sense, there only for the pleasure and use of a superior alpha male such as himself, Naruto had been a chew toy for Kiba to temporarily sate his hunger for battle with and merely a wanabe pretender, a perpetual screw up who overstepped the boundaries and overestimated himself against the wrong opponent and was now going to pay sorely for his audaciousness. The was no better word to describe how outclassed Naruto was, his utterly hopeless predicament; before the relentless Inuzuka style of combat, Kiba saw that Naruto was nothing but his complete and total bitch at his mercy and he intended to make that fact very clear by means of fists and claws, to explicitly show the difference between them.
Oh how delectable it was; not only was Kiba stronger and more agile than his opponent, but he worshiped battle on a much deeper level than Naruto did as well, he adored it and understood it intimately, throbbing teenage penis signifying his abiding affection of bloody brawls, worshiping the warrior spirit with his erect privates a sign of his devotion. No one who didn't fight this way, savage and brutal and free of pesky moralistic thoughts, could match him in Kiba's former opinion, no man who didn't feel the consuming urge to fuck in the middle of a fight, who didn't become tremendously aroused because of how engaging his opponent was, could understand or compare to Kiba's vicious power. Such beliefs caused the boy to grow smug and certain of his future place in the sun, assured of his position of greatness above the lowly loser Naruto.
Of course, Kiba didn't feel that way any longer, or at least not so cruel and unfair in his estimation of his friend; Naruto's fighting style could often be labeled as rash, reckless, impulsive, determined, and remarkably creative, and he also was stubbornly dedicated and entirely in the moment when in combat, all things Kiba liked and which mirrored his own methods and opinions to a degree, but back then he had been ignorant of these attributes of Naruto's, entirely self-interested and confident to a staggering fault that had brought about his downfall. Naruto was no wimpy dork or powerless pacifist, Kiba knew that now, he was a true fighter all the same just as Kiba was, brothers of the shinobi way.
But before he had learned these truths, the Inuzuka boy had felt so wonderfully powerful and in command as he and Naruto spared at length to see who would emerge as top dog, feeding off of the essence of conflict and struggle and feeling stronger each moment that passed as his battle lust continuously refilled and energized the young man even as the lengthy fight wore on his weary muscles and already thin patience. He was a red-blooded man, a true warrior awash with the spectacle of glorious battle and consumed with feverish infatuation for clashing, the one most suited-destined even-to be the victor of the Chunin Exams and to lead this village one day, the epitome of what a ninja should strive for. Everything Kiba had mistakenly believed Naruto was not, and he had wrongly viewed himself as so much more, so much better than the blonde was because of it, because of his crazed desire for battle, his literal hard-on for fights. How on earth could Kiba loose a battle he was enjoying so much? That thought had never crossed his mind even once during that fateful match with Naruto.
The thoughts that did flow through Kiba's engaged mind were of totally trashing Naruto, the fantasy rapidly stiffening Kiba right up with sadistic attraction to raw power and victory, the thought of showing the blond that he was just a lowly second rung beta male who should be subservient and happily please an alpha as his master and mate, oh what more could Kiba have wanted. He felt a passionate urge to crush Naruto and then claim the boy all for himself, a selfish overriding need to dominate him and let no one else come near. Kiba desired Naruto in a weird way he had never felt towards anyone before, let alone a guy, a possessive and controlling wish to bond physically and emotionally, a stupefied attraction like a spark of newfound interest and curiosity about this loudmouth rambunctious blond guy. If Naruto had given up the fight like a coward and stayed on the ground after getting smacked down so many times Kiba would have gone limp in no time, his sexual enthusiasm lost. It was the struggle he enjoyed, the rush of the chase between predator and prey, pursuer and pursued. It felt so much better to defeat a worthy opponent than a weak one after all, basking in a much more dignified and exciting reward.
But Naruto proved himself a worthy opponent in the end, more so than Kiba had ever thought possible, the unpleasant surprise of defeat keeping his attention drawn magnetically to the odd blond for many years to come after that fight, probably more so than if he had won. Kiba developed a single-minded drive to show up Naruto, to get closer and compete harder so he could avenge himself, but also because Kiba genuinely liked Naruto and simply wanted to be friends. Even though their battle was long over and had lost its importance, that initial curious attraction remained, subdued through all their squabbles and bickering, but to this day there was a kind of lasting affection Kiba shared with Naruto resulting from that one match five years ago. All that talk about strength and alphas and junk that had seemed so important then wasn't important anymore, all that mattered was having fun and being pals... and kicking Naruto's butt from time to time in any way he could. Priorities were important, y'know.
It might sound odd to an outsider, but those words, bitch and beta and alpha and the like, they weren't just erotic buzzwords used in weird over-the-top romance novels, they had very real meanings to Kiba, they formed an important hierarchy and had a structure of domination and obedience behind them commonplace to the animal kingdom of which he was a part. Those simple phrases caused stirrings in his loins, a raw animal intention behind these terms. He had learned them and their meanings very well as an Inuzuka, been brought up from birth to become a proud and fierce and confident alpha one day, master of the pack, to lead and conquer and protect others, everything a man who wanted to become Hokage should be. To the him at that time, in Kiba's eyes Naruto was forever but a beta, a lieutenant, advisor, assistant. But never a leader, the man in charge with power and prestige. A beta could not lead and could not defy his superiors. Kiba believed that Naruto's opposition and challenge of this structure that was vital to him, while arousing and massively entertaining, had to be dealt with harshly. He had to punish Naruto and show that he was the better man, the stronger and dominant of the two, Kiba had been desperate to do so.
Few in the clan took these old Inuzuka teachings so literally anymore, most members seeing them as archaic and out of touch with the modern world, but Kiba had believed them deeply important then. The position of clan alpha was his to grab hold of, and he took that pursuit of the leading position very seriously. Everyone who had laughed at him and called him a loser before would get blown away by his skill and one day he would be the undisputed leader, the best and strongest in all the land. Naruto had earned Kiba's sincere respect for his unwavering attitude and show of fortitude, and the dog boy had planned to make the blond his trusted beta once he had been declared victor as reward for the blood-pumping fight Naruto had provided, but he was still an obstacle that needed to be dealt with, Kiba only had to smack the boy back down to the proper place where he belonged and make him subservient to his own greatness. If Kiba wanted to go up, Naruto had to go crashing down, that was how life was, a competition for supremacy and survival with clear winners and losers. After Kiba won, Naruto would have been at his side, obedient and loyal but still possessing his honor intact since their was no shame in being the right hand to a suitable alpha-to put it in layman's terms, most people in the world were followers not leaders and there wasn't anything inherently wrong with that fact-and Kiba would be off to the Chunin Exam finals to make his spectacular ascent to becoming Hokage soon in the future. Everything had been planned out so clearly in his head. But that's not how things had actually worked out. The unthinkable had happened instead.
To Kiba's shock and horror, without any warning the rug had been suddenly and violently yanked out from under him and he had been put in his place in a terrifyingly public way, resulting in the ultimate shame of an unexpected and most unwelcome outcome. The fight that he at first expected to be a simple trifle against an inferior foe, a complete waste of his time really, turned out to be the exact opposite, turning instead into a difficult trial of wills between two impassioned young men who refused to cede any ground or relinquish control of the flow of the match, a not only physical but brutally mental competition of their shared convictions for recognition and acceptance. Because what Naruto and Kiba both sought was strikingly similar they refused to budge an inch even if the boys did understand and perhaps even respect each other a little, causing tempers to flare and the stakes to raise precariously higher every minute. Naruto was a formidable foe and him failing to recognize that had spelled Kiba's doom. His arrogance cost him everything. His world, his beliefs, everything came crashing down around the stunned guy at the conclusion of one splendid fight to the finish.
Naruto won an upset victory out of nowhere and had unintentionally left Kiba's pride broken in the stunning aftermath, shattered it into pieces like broken glass by besting him in the final fateful moment, just like what had happened in the forest a few days ago. On both occasions Kiba found himself in an unlikely and unwanted passive position of inaction and loss of control, at the beck and call of another person and not the one directing the action as he relished, the superiority he loved to display so dearly forcibly ripped from his hands like the reigns to a carriage, all the authority stolen from him by circumstance. It was irritating, Naruto just seemed to have a habit of forcing Kiba into these disadvantageous positions, intentionally or not, whether through battle or just using his intoxicating manly fragrance to lure Kiba in, Naruto seemed to be able to pull on Kiba like a leashed mutt and get him to do or think whatever he wished. Yes, the time in the forest had turned out alright in the end after the two lustful guys had come to something of a mutual understanding, but still, it wasn't like Kiba had been in full control of himself at the time as Naruto's scent fogged his brain, or like he woke up that day intending to fondle and dry hump one of his best friends, so it was still somewhat shameful in his mind.
But back then, the endlessly proud boy had been more than just a little embarrassed by his inability to stop himself from doing something dumb, no, defeat was an entirely different kind of sting to his will. Kiba had been utterly and absolutely devastated and humiliated by his unpredicted loss and was temporarily forced to discard his feelings of dominance. How could he feel pride when he was such a loser? How could he be what he said he was or accomplish what he wanted when he had failed? Any semblance of the alpha in him drained away, leaving Kiba feeling sorely hurt, exposed and vulnerable at Naruto's hands. Naruto had defeated him plain and simple, fair and square, and in that wake of painful loss Kiba had to assume the submissive's position in the hierarchy of life for the first time. Kiba felt so ashamed of himself-an unusual sensation for him-so revoltingly angry and disgraced in the days after that. How could something like that have happened to him? It was then that Kiba himself had wound up becoming the bitch; he felt weak and useless and unnaturally timid, his once resolute fighter's edge dulled and ambition dimmed, psychologically vulnerable and laid down and surrendering himself to the victor's will, as was proper. Kiba was to be stepped on by Naruto as he went on to greater things and left behind pathetically licking his wounds.
On some level though, buried deep down in his psyche where thoughts that he wished to deny lay dormant and dangerously infectious, Kiba had actually enjoyed such poor treatment, gotten a sick rush out of it despite every self-assurance that such a reaction was fucking messed up and not at all something an Inuzuka should be feeling. But even so, there was such a forbidden thrill about being brought down for the first time that he couldn't ignore. After all, what was more radical and kinky to one that had all the power and pride and status than being robbed of it and becoming weak and common? That defeat had splintered his once proud ego, destroying Kiba and making him feel like he should be on all fours offering himself up, head directed down obediently and perky ass sticking up in the air as he presented himself like a good little pup to be used and owned by another alpha male, an annoying blond one in particular. A true alpha, unlike he who had lost so shamefully even with all his strength and speed as an advantage, a young man of particularly interesting talents and attitude whom Kiba would readily yield himself to as the traditions of the Inuzuka dictated. Even considering everything, in his moment of loss the young man surprisingly held no grudge towards Naruto; instead Kiba felt a pure admiring respect, as a lowly sub should towards his betters. Kiba was impressed with Naruto's skills and thus even more drawn to him in his state of temporary weakness, a defeated beta urged by his training and subconscious to find his vanquisher attractive as a male specimen, if not sexually and physically so, more of an affectionate thing towards the nature of power and domination. Kiba found himself bizarrely alright with being conquered, with surrendering to someone-just so long as they were stronger. There wasn't anything really wrong with looking up to the guys higher on the food chain, was there? Feeling like this for the first time was so exciting and new, a sense of servitude and subjugation he, who had always been established in his position, had never experienced before leaving Kiba dazed.
That lowly time didn't last long, however. With time and strenuous effort Kiba eventually restored his honor and picked up the pieces of his fractured pride and reassembled them, no longer feeling devastated and wimpy and for the most part resuming his stance from before that life-altering event. He trained hard and grew more mature, more physically capable-not to mention stunningly handsome-stronger than ever before so he wouldn't experience that sort of moment again. Kiba climbed his way back up from the very bottom, the most despicable of places and feelings filling his soul, returning to the very top of the pack by struggle, exactly where he belonged. Kiba assumed the rightful position again as heir-presumptive, the next in line to lead his clan and inevitably the village as well, where it was him who all the bitches should be fawning over and cooing about, he who was top dog. The alpha male of all Konoha was undisputedly Kiba Inuzuka again, and all the other guys, Naruto included, were just his betas meant to serve.
But in some dark corner of his mind, that helpless feeling of being completely robbed and disenfranchised and the cautious fear it induced never truly went away. He had gained everything back, but it could easily be taken away again. It lingered and quietly festered into a permanent feeling hidden away from even his own sight until recently, a desire to be degraded, to be made helpless, to once again feel like a powerless beta male held at another man's every whim and command. Would it really be such a bad thing to experience that once again, though, at least in a controlled setting? Kiba had enjoyed it; he didn't understand how, Kiba didn't understand why the hell that demeaning experience had stuck with him after all this time, but after his little adventure of passion and exhibition with Naruto it seemed that the concealed remnants of that day had reared themselves to torment Kiba again, uncovering his more subservient inclinations that had been locked up since he had reclaimed his dignity.
Now that Kiba really thought on it, that day must have been when the recently discovered exhibitionist, more submissive streak in him had truly awakened. On that day when he lost a fight he was so sure he would win, that he was supposed to win, the vile, earth-shattering taste of defeat triggered that part of his mind and unlocked his inhibitions, at least to some extent, birthing a new twisted desire inside of himself, a deranged obsession with being restrained and exposed and controlled. That was probably the reason why he delighted in Naruto's smell so much, why he wanted to both dominate and be dominated in turn by his friend. Naruto's victory had made the boy a sort of ideal in Kiba's mind for a perfect partner, whether he consciously realized it or not, unleashing that desire to smell him, touch him, to control him and have him. Kiba had indeed felt that way when he had fooled around with Naruto, an uneasy sensation rising in his stomach swearing that he wouldn't allow any of the girls who trailed after him to get their hands on Naruto; only he could have the idiot that had beaten him, only Kiba deserved Naruto's body, no one else would appreciate him on as many levels the way Kiba did deep down.
Kiba had long sought a girlfriend who would be open and accommodating of both his blatant, normally observable dom tendencies as well as the more reserved, subtle sub side lingering beneath the surface just awaiting the perfect trigger to reveal itself. She would have to be a capable, feisty woman that could keep Kiba's attention, a sexy babe who would both allow Kiba to ravenously take her hard and fast and guide her along with a firm grip to sate his compulsive need for animalistic order and salacious free-spirited intercourse, but on the other hand someone who wouldn't be content with just that passive role, a spunky kind of girl who wasn't afraid to take charge and flip the script on him, who knew how to make her man howl and whimper in subdued ecstasy at her command. Even if he was the macho big dog in town, sometimes Kiba found himself wanting to feel that twisted satisfaction that came with being taken advantage of again, to be wrapped around a woman's sweet fingers as she treated him like a beloved house pet, cared for and lavished with attention and love, but subservient to his master's will, who could be affectionate and stern at the same time or freely switch between shoving him down and domineering him one moment, then laying beneath him as they copulated like mad dogs in heat and Kiba made a complete woman out of her. Kiba had long since given up any hope of finding such a perfect ideal chick here among the village, or perhaps anywhere in the world, but maybe Kiba had been looking in the wrong place all along. There was a particular person who fit the bill for Kiba's desired traits after all, who was quite close to his fantasized descriptors, someone quite close to him in life. Maybe it wasn't a girl he had been looking for, but a guy...
It was true, a part of him inside wanted to throw Naruto to the ground and ravish his friend like there was no tomorrow, to show Naruto his true worth and how a persistent alpha male did things, to fuck him frantically and furiously and without regard in a nasty, sweaty heap, just like Kiba had barely resisted himself from doing back in the forest. It was an untamed, animal side of himself, one that wanted nothing more than to completely fill the hunky blond up with all eight inches of cock at his disposal and continuously pump him full of cum until he begged deliriously for more, to get sweet spiteful revenge against the boy that had warped Kiba's inhibitions so badly and shattered his world, to turn Naruto into his bitch like he had longed to do those years ago. He longed to reduce Naruto to nothing more than a toy to play with, a whimpering whore of a lesser male who's proper place in life was sitting on Kiba's dick, while Kiba himself sat upon his throne exemplifying prestige and control and authority, the once powerful hero becoming degraded into the love slave of the angry, resentful, bestial side of Kiba.
That part of Kiba wanted to assert his dominance and pin his friend down in the dirt so he could hear Naruto's obnoxious loud mouth scream out and howl his name in a slutty euphoric daze as Kiba repeatedly rammed into him and fruitlessly bred him like an animal in the haze of its unstoppable mating heat. Kiba wished to hear Naruto holler that he was his alpha male and how he was just a beta there for Kiba's enjoyment. He wanted, nay needed to subvert their power dynamic, to usurp the throne and the power that came with it so he could be number one; Naruto was a threat to his supremacy that had to be dealt with. That inner animal wanted to take Naruto and drown him in pleasure until he could no longer live without Kiba's big dick.
Kiba wasn't exactly proud of these aggressive impulses which left a dirty black stain on his mind, but also understood they were not so abnormal in the wide kinky world of sex. It may have been a twisted and mean fetish, but it wasn't a violent drive per se. Kiba kept it controlled and restrained like it should be since he had no true desire to harm Naruto either physically or emotionally. He wanted to dominate, not destroy, Kiba sought to ravage, not ruin outright. The leader of the pack should always treat his mates, whether females or trusted beta males offering allegiance, as precious companions, not mere objects subjected against their will; sex was a big part of that relationship between an alpha and his favorite beta partner, but to say that's all there was would be vastly oversimplifying that complex relationship. It was a thousand times better when the beta male willingly gave himself to his alpha as a sign of respect and admiration, when he allowed himself to be controlled because of the deep trust between them and felt his alpha would care for him completely, than when the alpha forced himself upon others. That just wasn't Kiba's style.
But another ever-present part of Kiba's psyche wanted something very different than this indeed. This deferential half instead wanted to humble himself and grovel pathetically at his rival's feet, to please the man who had shown himself so vigilant and admirable and superior over teh years since that first defeat, please him in every possible way that Kiba could imagine. This other side wanted to be praised and coddled and teased by Naruto, to be complimented and to have fun playing around and flirtatiously carousing together with him. Naruto was a brainless rabble-rouser who never seemed to quite and a short fuse and a devious streak a mile wide, but he was also very sweet and genuine, there was no one more kind and willing to lend help than the dumb blond. It was kind of ironic that the most thoughtful guy Kiba knew was also the most thoughtless when it came to brainpower. Nevertheless, both sides of him stirred Kiba up inside and contributed to his attraction, syrupy thoughts of how much he liked Naruto plaguing him. He wanted to be kissed and tickled and caressed by the startlingly kind guy, to become emotionally and physically connected with warm embraces and tender affection. This side of Kiba urged him to get down on his knees, to kneel before Naruto and lovingly suck him off, an apt reward for the champion and savior, to please and serve his friend by taking that plump dick into his very willing mouth and drinking down every last drop of his precious creamy hero jizz like a depraved parched cum slut who had traveled through the desert. Kiba-or at least his submissive side-coveted that mammoth cock, wanted to worship every inch of its meaty greatness with his tongue, his duty to satisfy the man he craved to be his master. And when he was finished with the oral accolade, receiving the great honor of downing the future Hokage's load, that Kiba wanted to be smothered with caring affection, to be patted gently on the head and have his friend tell him what a good boy he was for offering his obedience and love. In short, this hard to accept part of himself, instead of the other which wanted to turn Naruto into his subservient slave, wanted to be the bitch instead, not have one at his command, to be down on all fours and treated poorly in absolute humiliation by a stern and abject overlord. No, no, that wasn't exactly true. It was even more degrading that that; he wanted Naruto to be his master, and Kiba wanted to become the lowly pet, the faithful mutt by Naruto's side to adore and fawn over the better man like dogs did over their owners.
These two optimal but opposing sexual feelings competed inside Kiba's head for attention and dominance, trying to force him to choose between them, but the poor teen honestly had no idea which he desired more, which aroused him more, or which fit his style more. He felt stuck. Put quite simply, power itself was incredibly arousing, whether Kiba was the one holding it for himself, using that sexy supremacy to its full advantages and exerting his commanding influence over others, or if it was being stolen away from him and used against him like a weapon of salacious intent to coerce and belittle the teen into a state of erotic submission that was both disgustingly emasculating and yet debilitatingly alluring all the same. Either way, if it could be used the correct way, that dynamic of struggle and conflict, of mastery and obedience, was a zesty, welcome spice added to any relationship or sexual encounter, one Kiba was starving to partake of himself in any way possible.
"Mmmmfff!!" Kiba groaned heartily at the dueling electrifying vibes of authority and compliance currently waging war in his subconscious, reluctantly stopping his pillow fucking short so he wouldn't end up blowing his load just yet. The poor teen had been just a little too close to climax for comfort, his junk pulsating and throbbing in annoyed protest at being denied orgasm when it had been so near at hand, trying to expel what Kiba wouldn't yet allow to be let out with demanding but empty spasms mimicking a dry orgasm. Regardless of the riotous negative reaction and the sharp but thankfully brief twinges of pain it caused in his swollen testicles to contain that explosive near-release, Kiba was determined to make his single-minded dick wait for the moment of truth. He had to endure, no matter how badly he wished to come, hold out until just the right time no matter what occurred, wincing in focused concentration as if willing himself not to spew ropes of teen jizz before their time, holding it all back with sheer force of mind as he sat still and silent in effort to restrain his urges.
Kiba had no interest in ejaculating prematurely before he had had his share of naughty fun and commanded his body to force it all back down, to withstand this tense pressure for the promise of greater yet pleasure soon in store. He imagined the cum flowing in reverse as the still uncomfortable fullness continued to bedevil him, returning back to whence it came to clog his prostate and once again be stored up in anticipation of when Kiba would graciously allow himself to experience climax. The dog boy would force his rebellious body back in line to impatiently await the instant of ecstasy his stubborn libido so recklessly pursued. It was a test of wills between the ravenous, wanting cock and the slightly more patient man it was attached to, just like between him and Naruto in that dusty arena during the Chunin Exams or between the side of himself that wanted to concede authority and lay on his back with legs spread wide open so he could experience getting plowed for the first time and the other side which wanted to enslave and sexually conquer all who opposed as the respected, feared, and beloved head of the pack. That train of thought was dangerous if he were trying to hold back; much more of those absolutely aggressive or unconditionally docile thoughts and he would have came long before he wanted, unable to restrict his kinky whims in the face of that kind of firepower.
"Keep it together, man. Need to hold off a bit," Kiba reminded himself with a mismatched self-encouraging pep rally and an irritated, exasperated sigh, not wanting to finish up this soon before the real action had even started. But even so, he was understandably none too happy with pulling back all at once when an orgasm had been so close at hand, when those amazing thoughts of humiliation and control had walked the teen right up to the edge of climax. No one liked to be interrupted while in the middle of sexual bliss, but Kiba still had a mission, an objective to accomplish here that required him to exercise some uncharacteristic restraint. That being said, he would have to come sooner rather than later; no way in hell did Kiba want to prolong things too much and accidentally end up giving himself an agonizing case of blue balls. Everything would go to waste if that happened, all his work and adventuring and sultry daydreaming down the drain.
What specific position of the vital hierarchy Kiba was in, whatever he truly desired to experience in life, whether at heart he was alpha or beta or some unusual combination of both, yes they were indeed important matters he would eventually need to seriously mull over, but right now draining that thick, churning load of bubbling boy butter brewing in his sack was far more so, finishing his mission to sticky completion was the priority. For the time being though, the young man found himself bewilderingly stuck somewhere between those two strictly defined areas, lost in the empty gap of grey found between living as a sadistic ultimate top dog lavishing his tightly-controlled handsome and worthy beta with affection or being a masochistic unprincipled slut pup obediently tending to his master's needs and unquestioningly serving. It was a weird place to be, unusual for Kiba's rattled and confused psyche-not to mention his over-inflated ego-to comprehend considering his upbringing, but perhaps not the worst state to be in, all things considered. There were noticeable upsides to both those extremes, but negatives that didn't fit well with his personality either; maybe smack dab in the middle was right where Kiba wanted to be after all, where he could experience every perverted life could throw at him to the fullest. Oh well, leave worrying about that hassle for another time. Today was about experiencing pure pleasure and he wasn't nearly ready to be done so soon here, Kiba had plans that still needed completing, diabolical, filthy, messy plans.
The teen released the pre-smeared pillow from its tight embrace riding on his lap, unhooking the covetous death grip he had previously held around the object as Kiba grudgingly held back from coming while frantically pummeling it. Done with their interactions for the time being, but nevertheless grateful for the satisfying service it had provided, Kiba carelessly threw the bedding back to the head of the mattress where it lay before he had begun rutting with the silent lover. He then leaned all the way back and nestled his noggin on it, squirming around to find the most comfortable position as he stared up at the ceiling preparing to continue his extended session of self-love.
This was the same ceiling Naruto looked up at while he was doing the exact things Kiba was now. The same bed beneath him too. It was like Kiba had stepped into Naruto's place, his shadow, defiling it and overlapping his actions with his friend's in a symmetry of erotic understanding, using the common knowledge they possessed as men in an attempt to connect, to sate his hunger for more of the adorable dork. Recreating everything was so... exhilarating, like a raving party reserved all for himself as Kiba copied Naruto's private interactions as closely as he could. Kiba felt unusually tipsy and flushed, completely intoxicated on the enchanting experience, awash with tingling feelings of blistering lust and... something else he couldn't identify, a kind of obsession, a love-drunken stupor that warmed his belly and awakened his obscene passions and made the young man feel remarkably lightheaded. It was a kind of emotion Kiba had never felt about anyone before this little accidental hook-up had turned into a downright addiction.
Kiba lifted his arm and tucked it behind his head, propping himself up enough so that he could then ably careen his nose into the exposed underarm, allowing him to take a good whiff of the moist pit and willingly inhale the aroma of his own body chemistry. Most people would have thought it disgusting and depraved to snort in fetid body odor like this, but to the horny dog boy freshly shed sweat was a special treat to be enjoyed, a raw and complicated savory tint that other people sadly just couldn't appreciate. Whether his own or other people's, it was Kiba's curse to devour all matter of scents, even those that other people found gross. The rankness currently flowing into his flared nostrils-Kiba hadn't taken a shower yet today so the putrid stink of physical exertion and exercise was particularly strong-indeed smelled good, the robust stench of the sweaty mist underneath his arms an earthy and pleasant one in his view, but... somehow it just didn't get Kiba going like it used to.
After training sessions Kiba often liked to throw his arms back behind his head and gauge how much of a good sweat he had worked up that day with his nose, drink in the pungent odor of what a rugged man smelled like in his most natural state as it flowed from his every pore. Damn did it get his blood flowing when Kiba partook of the smelly fruits of his labor, relishing his own masculinity and the products thereof!
A real man was one who enjoyed every last bit of his own body in Kiba's mind, not just his genitals, one who showed every inch of himself some tender loving care. A physical form-especially a studly and hunky one like his-wasn't something to be ashamed of or taken for granted, you were meant to explore and be proud of your own body, to smother it with pleasure in all available places, and nothing you could possibly say could have convinced Kiba otherwise of the rightness of his ritual self-adoration and the physical affection he lavished upon himself. Guys were supposed to smell their own pits just as much as they were meant to stoke their cocks, they were one and the same to Kiba, expressions of pure and good sexuality hard-coded into their DNA that shouldn't be seen as nasty or taboo. It was a private celebration of his own masculinity, a narcissistic proclamation of infatuation with his own beautiful naked form, sitting there in the buff rubbing one out while the Inuzuka placed his head as deep into his own armpit as he was capable to sniff in his personal flavor-and occasionally lick up a few errant drops of tangy sweat that dripped from the crevice which stung his tongue and made his mouth tingle pleasantly. All he could do was sit back and appreciate the sheer manliness of it all.
The smell of his own exuberant pheromones drifting into his lungs still made Kiba feel all hot and bothered, still got his motor running so to speak, but it didn't feel as important as it used to; just like masturbating alone, this too had lost its pizazz, the ritual stripped of its importance. It just wasn't the same anymore. Not after getting Naruto's lovely smell that drove Kiba absolutely nuts stuck in his nose unable to be removed or dislodged by anything. Now his own scent, while still arousing, just paled in comparison, it wasn't as intense or heavy to his needy intuition, it didn't cause Kiba to feel as unabated and free and righteously wild as Naruto's fragrance did.
Right now Kiba missed the stench of another man, absurdly enough, ripe and fragrant. He missed smelling Naruto, the raging fire in his belly that idiot brought out in him, how the fluffy dark blond hairs in the arid crevices ticked his nose, the way Naruto giggled and squirmed while Kiba's nose did its thing. Oh, how Kiba wished Naruto were here right now so he could once again dig his hungry nose into those salty pits to find that treasure, then trail the lecherous appendage between those perky round butt cheeks sniffing his crack all the way down to his swamped taint, and finally nudge his ravenous nostrils right up against his friend's bulging nutsack while Kiba absorbed the scent of sultry male pheromones straight from the source. His neck, his fuzzy pits, his firm perfect ass, his impressive junk, and even between his toes too; Kiba wanted to explore Naruto's entire sexy body with his nose, soaking up every arousing smell from every private and covered region like a man on mission to burn those various odors permanently into memory. Kiba's ego wouldn't allow him to admit it openly, but in his heart the randy young man knew for certain that he was a complete and total musk slut, a dirty slave to the web of male and female pheromones that went unnoticed by those with weaker senses, but which entangled and trapped him forever, their debilitating power causing him to do uninhibited and irrational things in the pursuit of hunting down another hit of drugging odor for his depraved senses.
The sinfully-intentioned claws of the young man's free hand began gradually tracing their way down his ripped abdomen, sensually exploring this chiseled hunk of flesh that he was so very proud of. Tan, tight, and built; it was a fine body if Kiba did say so himself, well-endowed in the manhood department, made up of just the right proportion of muscle in all the right locations-not too much to make him bulge unappealingly and not too little to give Kiba a scrawny appearance-and sporting short patches of fine chestnut brown hair hiding underneath his armpits, crawling down his toned legs and arms, running along his taint from behind his low hanging testicles up between his cleft cheeks to encircle his tight puckered anus, and finally a long bushy line of the fur running all the way from the forested patch growing across his pectorals down to eventually round his navel and continue onward to the dense thicket of curly, course hairs covering his groin, connecting the pubic hair together in a continuous row symbolic of his sexual maturation and ascension to manhood. Kiba would have rightly been considered a hairy dude, shaggy and furry in all the proper places a man should be, bedecked in a thin coat of charming auburn. Not once in his life had Kiba trimmed his wild overgrown bush of pubes or shaved his chest bare, nor did he even want to, and the teen was proud of that fact; he loved being a dirty, hairy, masturbation loving, armpit sniffin' kind of man. Manscaping just wasn't his style, far too fussy and prissy for Kiba's tastes, he simply let his body do it's thing and allowed the hair grow unrestricted wherever it sprouted up. Kiba was a completely au naturel sort of guy, baby! Dirt and hair and cum and sweat, the finest things in life were those that nature provided, why go and ruin the beauty of nature by intervening?
Kiba twirled a lock of short chest hair around his finger playfully, appreciating the feel of the coarse fibers twisted around his digit, then went on to lightly flick both of his erect dark pink nipples in turn with the pointed claw of his forefinger, squirming happily from the surging electric sparks he elicited from the hard little nubs. Most guys were averse to teasing their pecs, seeing such actions as somehow 'unmanly', but Kiba heartily disagreed with such unenlightened sentiments. What he had mentioned offhandedly while fondling Naruto's chest the other day had been no lie, Kiba enjoyed a good bit of nipple play himself. There was nothing emasculating about stimulating yourself, no shame in receiving good sensations from your chest, Kiba felt no disgust admitting that he liked his little pink stiffes tugged on and twisted and neither should Naruto or any other guy for that matter. He loved working the superfluous anatomy until they were protruding and sore as a bit of foreplay before jerking off as he was doing now. Who ever said it was wrong for guys to take pleasure in stimulating their chests like chicks did? What prudish bullcrap, it was unfair to insinuate that a man who liked nipple play was weird or feminine; it was normal to enjoy your own body any way you could, twisting and caressing the sensitive love buttons right there so easily accessible shouldn't be a joy reserved only for the ladies. More guys should try it in Kiba's opinion, they might find they actually enjoyed it and discover another activity to add to their own catalogues of self-delight.
Regardless of his strong opinions on nipples, now that he was finished with underarm sniffing for the moment and had had his fill, Kiba removed his other limb from beneath his head and proceeded to promptly clamp down on the aroused bits jutting from his chest with both hands at once. Simultaneously pinching both the pointy nubs harshly between his forefingers and thumbs, Kiba jolted and flailed in reaction as his pecs delighted in their sudden and deliciously rough treatment. After a moment of squeezing down, his hands then withdrew to caress his soft, puffy areolas, around and around Kiba's sharp nails swirled in unison with abusive intention so tantalizingly close to the sensitive ducts, continuously circling the pointed tips teasingly before routinely attacking them again, twisting and pulling on them for a brief wonderful moment, then quickly retreating to stimulate the tits directly again later.
Kiba repeated this process until his stiff nips were perky and petulantly agitated, blushing and glowing deep crimson with the heat of being thoroughly worked over, adding further color to their already pretty ruddy red-brown hue. The nimble fingertips did their task well, aggressively tweaking and massaging his delicate chest area until the nubs stuck out sharply from his body, pointing straight towards the ceiling. Kiba couldn't honestly say which was harder at the moment: his burning nipples that stung with the oh-so-sweet tinge of pain and pleasure merging together or his raging tool that lurched and spewed glimmering droplets of sticky pre-cum as he felt himself up so roughly, the rod with a mind all its own begging for some of that bittersweet love too in the face of this groping onslaught. His entire body was enjoying the moment fully, from defined pecs to hung member to quivering nose inhaling the tangy scents of sex.
After teasing his nips to a suitable point-the boy couldn't come from stimulating his nipples alone as of yet, though he was working on eventually reaching that goal-Kiba slowly continued moving south on his adventure of arousal and self-exploration, sliding his wandering fingers gently across the trail of hair running along his six pack abs that connected his smattering of chest fur and the outcropping of hairs which ringed his belly button. He drew a casual line a few times around the indentation with his claw, flinching and snickering softly at the tickling sensation, then quickly moved on to the real prize waiting at the end of the auburn treasure trail guiding his frisky hands.
When the young man finally reached the endpoint of his erotic journey-the crown of auburn curls growing above his proudly adamantine member like a shaggy mane accentuating his masculine glory, his fingers getting lost deep in the coarse brush as they combed through the dense forest of pubes-Kiba's dedicated attention suddenly skipped over his needy prick entirely, denying it the scrutiny the agitated manhood cried out for so desperately as wandering fingers instead reached down further to seize his dangling scrotum. Kiba's firm, wide grip let the bulbous balls fill out his entire palm with their plumpness, the swollen orbs so full of spunk Kiba could practically feel all the energetic little swimmers residing within squirming around anxious to get out. The dog boy gently tugged on his wrinkled pouch and rolled the precious family jewels concealed within around in his palm, as if affectionately reassuring his privates that the ecstasy they sought would soon arrive, seeking to milk out every last drop of man cream in his system that he possibly could in preparation for when that time came. Kiba's hand worked swiftly and diligently, kneading and squeezing his sagging, hefty sack with the utmost care, playing with his backed-up nuts like two bouncy balls. The careful scrotal ministrations caused his dick to spasm and gush a thick jet of pre on its own accord, the stream of sticky clear lube springing out of his piss hole and becoming a river of wetness flowing down his sturdy shaft under the delicate testicular teasing.
God was he ready. Kiba knew this was going to be one hell of a cum shot. Yeah, having a quickie jerk was great and all, but nothing quite compared to when you really drug it out and worked yourself up to the very brink, the powerhouse of feelings that arose when you meticulously prepared for such a long awaited and badly needed release. Taking the time and effort to really experience pleasure on such a base level without objective, to seek it out for the sake of drowning in it instead of looking for the climactic ending outright, was far superior to any normal manner of masturbating and produced a far batter orgasm. Waiting until the very last possible second to come, holding back every drop until he was about ready to burst and hanging dangerously on the narrow cliff's edge between an incredible release and horrible blue balls, then allowing himself to let go all at once and willingly being washed away in the tide of chemicals, that was the best kind of masturbating Kiba could imagine. To bring yourself to the ultimate point of no return until your body ached and pleaded for the gratification it needed. It was instinctual, primal even, deeply rooted in the human subconscious, to seek the most epic, satisfying orgasm possible. And no force on earth would have stopped Kiba at this moment from completing his critical task and seeking out that kind of mind-bending orgasm, not when the finale was so tauntingly close.
Gasping sharply yet softly as he at long last wrapped his fingers around his drooling wood one at a time and slowly closed his grasp, Kiba let out another short little sigh as tense waves of intense energy quickly ran through his junk, up his spine, and directly to the pleasure centers of his brain, which lit up like a Christmas tree.
The rigid pole gripped tightly in his hand twitched and jerked at the sensation of finally being touched and again spurted out a considerable shot of pre-cum in a small arc falling down into his pubes, the hair taking on a wet and matted appearance as it became flooded with the abundance of male juices that landed. Kiba chuckled at the sight of all that sticky dew budding at the tip of his cock, glistening in the light and streaming down his member into the forest of brown bush below like his tool was weeping with joy. At times like this, when he was turned on to an almost painful level, Kiba just couldn't help it, he dripped so much damn fluid that his wang was like a leaky faucet, oozing copious amounts of seminal fluids in preparation for the main act. Sometimes when he was majorly aroused-when he had spied on Naruto working out was a good example-Kiba inadvertently gushed pre to such an incredible extent that it looked like he pissed his damn pants! So much of the goo came pouring out that big sloppy wet stains formed on his boxers and seeped into his trousers, emblazoned on his pants like a proud waving flag showcasing his desire and the great abilities of his caged beast. There wasn't quite that much fluid building up at the moment, but it was still substantial in quantity as strings of clear dripped and oozed from his slit, Kiba's hand starting to get all sticky and wet with excitement as it pooled around the base of his cock, seeping down and covering his shallowly stroking hand as the pre-cum flowed on unceasingly like a noble river.
Unbothered by the messy slick coating his fingers, pushed to continue onward by its appearance actually, Kiba gave his stiff cock a few slow, methodical pumps, pacing himself so he didn't shoot too soon. The objective here was to build up the a finale of fireworks and endorphins; nothing would have been more disappointing than to accidentally finish himself off in one reckless go. His eager fingers glided over his rock-hard shaft gently, casually, not too fast now, Kiba constantly reminding himself of the value of patience, of how much this would all be worth it in just a bit. He gradually built up speed to a sustainable and more pleasurable rate of speed, but still maintained his tortuously slow strokes lazily palming his erection, designed more to tantalize than outright gratify.
Recalling his ultimate goal in coming here in the first place, Kiba then picked up each pair of Naruto's boxers that had been laying nearby wait for him to use them, nearly forgotten in his sensual daydreaming since Kiba had tossed them there earlier. Kiba first draped the pungent used undies over his face neatly, laying them flat to completely cover both his mouth and nostrils so he could breathe in their manly fragrance unrestricted to become high on that drug while otherwise busy beating off, all the air he took in seeded with traces of Naruto's musky junk. The teen carefully positioned the dirty cloth upsidedown so the leg holes lay gently on his flushed cheeks and the button fly rested on the tip of his nose, allowing Kiba unlimited access to the full force of the heady crotch area, bewildered as the remarkable smell of Naruto's sack exuded strongly and flowed into his nose and pushed Kiba into overdrive. Kiba cupped his hand over the cloth and held it even tighter, snorting in the intoxicant as he mushed the fabric into his face in wanton scent lust, smothered in the humid smells lingering in the underwear that he so adoringly clung to his face. His lustful features were enmeshed against the ramen cup covered boxers, nose poking curiously into the crotch flap as he imagined Naruto's package concealed behind it. It stunk to high heaven of balls and ass and sweat and damn was it ever amazing!
Very satisfied with his stinky face covering, Kiba now took the battered old cum rag formerly residing in the safe space under the bed and folded it in half around his dick, making a snug little tube-like device for him to fuck into. One hand kept Naruto's soiled boxers plastered to his face so he continue to greedily devour their scent as deep as possible without interruption and the other was busy keeping up a quick but steady pace as he jerked off with Naruto's filthy stained cum rag, his cock warm and cozy wrapped up tightly in the dirty garment. His right hand pumping away merrily while his left hand pressed the foul boxers deeper against his face, dick and nose both shoved deep into used undies worn by his best pal; this must have been what heaven was like.
So here Kiba was, a pair of pilfered undergarments mushed to his face so he could drink in all of their rancid glory, hand moving in a blur as his dick pounded into the tattered rag firmly entrenched in his grasp, and bronze, ripped body splayed out across Naruto's bed like a provocative piece of artwork, a finely crafted, meticulously sculpted statue of a man, buff, nude, beautiful to the eye. There was no place Kiba would rather be at the moment, no greater perfection he could imagine.
"Mmh, Naruto," Kiba moaned for the blond loudly into the fabric surrounding his face without provocation, his voice stifled and tone deep with arousal, like the horny growl of a hound in the throes of orgasmic heat. The teen had no idea why he said that, why he murmured his friend's name with such longing sensuality while jerking off with his underpants. Kiba no longer had ANY idea why he was doing the things he was doing as of late. He was just so... lost, endlessly enchanted by thoughts and smells and touches of his close friend Naruto Uzumaki. Dim witted, loud mouthed, reckless, handsome, courageous Naruto. Well, at the very least Kiba was comforted that he was experiencing these weird feelings for Naruto and not for another guy, say Neji or Sasuke. He just didn't get along very well with those serious stuck-up types-his teammate Shino somewhat excluded from that roster-so he was relived it was an attraction towards a guy he could understand. Naruto was annoying and all they ever seemed to do was fight, but Kiba also felt he could understand the guy somewhat better because of that, like they didn't put up fronts around each other or something like that, completely open and trusting of one another. Might as well have some fun with the messed up situation.
Kiba felt so hot, like he were dying of heatstroke as he drowned on the muggy air surrounding him, his whole body burning up and being incinerated from the inside out in an intense blaze of teenage yearnings and perverted passions. The thick, arid, musty atmosphere felt smothering and oppressive, causing Kiba's breathing to become shallow and rapid under his borrowed underwear mask in the face of the sweltering humid conditions both inside his body and out. Sweat poured off Kiba in sheets as he rapidly approached his climax, shining bullets running down his heated tan skin and tickling his taught muscles as they went carelessly about. Every stroke brought him closer to the inevitable eruption and caused his temperature to rise with it, ceaseless perspiration emanating from his pores and dripping down his bronze skin in salty little drops, further adding to the steamy, sauna-like feeling of the room.
His eyelids were shut tight all the while, calmly taking in the riveting situation one stroke at a time. Explicit thumping and slapping sounds reverberated off the walls, filling the room with the lewd noises of a naughty teen in his prime, doing what came naturally, a guy's most favorite exercise. Kiba was sure he'd burn quite a few calories by the end of today with this strenuous work out.
Kiba really wished Naruto were here beside him about now, intently gawking at him tugging his boner and smiling that toothy, mischievous grin he always did in amusement at Kiba's performance. Kiba wanted to show off for his friend, center stage with all eyes locked on his one man play. In fact, maybe Naruto were here right now. Maybe Naruto had entered after Kiba had closed his eyes and had been so stunned by the sight before him that he had become frozen and speechless. Maybe at this very moment Naruto had quietly come back home and instead of pushing Kiba out and getting angry, had decided to instead sit down and silently watch everything play out to its end, drinking everything in while Kiba was none the wiser, making love to Kiba's fit form with his beautiful cerulean eyes gaping at every spot of exposed flesh. Maybe he was indeed right there seated down in the chair at the other end of the room, quietly adoring Kiba's actions with greedy approving eyes, wanting a little of that for himself, his hands groping his package at the rousing, revealing display debating if he should interrupt and join in or not and leave Kiba to his fun. He definitely had a smirk on his face, gloatingly thinking 'Do I smell good Kiba? You like stroking your cock while smelling my undies? What a dumb, horny dog!' while Kiba played with himself.
The ever-horny Kiba often had dreams about it due to his shameless, self-aggrandizing proclivities, illicit thoughts of standing out in the open and showing off his finely sculpted, completely nude body as he stroked his large rod for all his friends and any passerby to see. It sent shivers down his spine, imagining so many stunned eyes on him, people gawking as he went to work. No bashfulness of being stared at, at hearing shocked gasps and feeling ogling, curious eyes burning into him from every angle. No, there was pride, a feeling of electric giddiness as Kiba would let his exhibitionist side out to play. In these fantasies he proudly showed off his naked body, his lewd public act without fear, adoring being the center of attention as the people would stare at his 8 inch uncut cock as he furiously stroked it and his hefty nuts swaying back and forth as he masturbated. Kiba certainly had nothing to be ashamed of in that area. Sadly though of course, masturbation fantasies and reality rarely mixed. Did Kiba have a fetish for showing off, for the act of performing lewd acts for an audience? Undoubtedly. But that didn't mean he was going to strip, run out to the nearest intersection, and start playing with himself though. Few people were as sexually empowered and boundless as Kiba was, for better or worse, and society tended to frown on such free expressions. ...Although, now that he thought about it he might be able to convince Naruto to view his one man play if given the right incentive. He might have to bribe the blond with a meal at Ichiraku in exchange, but an audience of one was better than an empty theater for a cocky show off like Kiba. Those pretty blue eyes watching him so closely, mmmm, what a delightful thought! This very special act was a private affair intended for Naruto only. There was no one he wanted more to stare at him than that dorky blond.
Kiba knew he was leaking pheromones uncontrollably all over the place like a slutty bitch in heat, musk pouring out of him like the clear liquid flowing from his oozing length, but he just couldn't help it! To him scent and sexual activity were inexorably linked, there was no such thing as getting down and dirty and not inadvertently releasing the chemicals from his body. He could no more hold back his natural production of the essence than he could prevent himself from getting erections or releasing semen when he came. He was so deliriously stirred-up that he knew the hazy, overpowering odors proclaiming virility and potency designed to attract potential mates he unconsciously created could have even been noticed by a normal person at this point. Even Naruto, dense as he was sometimes, would have been able to make out how badly Kiba's body desired a partner as it indulged in his wayward natural process to lure in companions for breeding, even he with his normal senses would be able to plainly smell Kiba's arousal, that he was feeling particularly frisky today. He couldn't help that either; those stinked-up boxers smothering his face, this bed that wasn't his which he was laying naked in and trying to mark, his surging excitement over breaking in and borrowing his friend's own jizz rag for such a revolting deed, all of it put together was just soooooo good! Kiba was high on the moment, adrenaline flowing inside him as every pleasure center in his brain lighting up as he writhed and jerked in bliss as he neared beautiful, spectacular release.
Kiba began bucking jaggedly into the boxers, slamming his dick contained within into his hand, hips gyrating in a wildly uneven manner as climax barreled down on him like a rapidly approaching freight train. He was nearly there, Kiba could feel the cum working its way up, rising inside him like lava, his cock a volcano about to blow. Pumping and thrusting vigorously with the sheath enveloped around his sturdy dick, Kiba clenched his teeth so hard and fiercely he feared they might shatter, so lost in the euphoria that overtook his actions as he was. The texture of the fibers grazing along his shaft was intense, causing Kiba to shiver in delight, the friction of fabric dragging against his dick, swaddled in its nest, was almost too much for him, threatening to send him over the edge. Kiba knew he was about to pop, that his orgasm was at last imminent, every beat of his racing heart clashing like thunder in his chest. He could feel it in the pit of hid stomach, that tugging sensation as his body did its thing; what had been building up was finally about to burst.
"Gonna shoot! Watch me come! Keep watching Naruto!" Kiba begged hoarsely in delirium, pleading with the apparition to continue watching the show to its explosive finale. The climax was fast approaching, and Kiba wanted the Naruto that was a figment of his imagination to see the most dramatic and spectacular moment, a perfect male specimen in the throes of bliss, his beautiful body quaking in release as he expelled his genetically superior seed-sadly all that prime baby batter going to waste and not impregnating an equally high-level woman as nature demanded, but hey, what was a horny single guy supposed to do with all his stuff? Abstinence wasn't an option for an Inuzuka-and he suspected most teens in his position would agree with that sentiment. This was the cocky show-off part of him, the one who loved to be the center of attention and have all eyes on him. To give an obscene view of his prowess and worth as a man. This performance of carnal revelry deserved an audience, it was such a tragedy that no one was around to watch his moment of manly triumph.
A series of feral grunting and panting erupted from Kiba's lips, sounding somewhat more like a large animal in the midst of mating season than a teenage boy doing the deed, but that was what happened when you were 17 and didn't have a good nut in a while, you turned into an animal, especially Kiba, his humanity temporarily lost in the sheer intensity of the moment. His breath hitched, gasping harshly as he tried to take a futile deep breath, whole body tensing up and becoming stiff as he blew. His testicles tightened and pulled up closer to his body, signaling the impending race to the finish line, unleashing his pent up energy.
Kiba's lithe body arched until only his head and feet remained touching the bed, form thrust up into a semi-circle demonstrating the sheer intensity of his massive release, the bone-shattering intensity with which Kiba Inuzuka came. His joints seized up, body locked in place as he shook and trembled in euphoria, coming with an impressive explosive force. Had the tattered rag not been there to catch his spooge, the shot likely would have blasted out, arced over his head, and painted Naruto's headboard white. His toes curled as Kiba shot off like a rocket, completing his biological imperative.
His member swelled and burst at once inside the rolled up pair of underwear, unleashing his fluids like a broken dam flooding forth its restrained liquid. The first thick wad of cum blasted into the garment with significant force, followed rapidly by a second, third, fourth, a fifth string of seed spurting out into his masturbatory aid to sully and soak it. It was like buckets of liquid stress being drained all at once, seminal discharge flooding from his body in a rush and leaving Kiba feeling lusciously empty. The hot eruptions just kept coming without end, spewing thick shot after shot, his work to edge his orgasm earlier now paying off many times over. The cloth rapidly grew wet and sodden with his volume of semen, but still Kiba didn't relent, continuously surging forth his boy butter; he couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted to, nothing could hold him back now. His dick jerked and spasmed wildly as it expelled the contents of his testicles all at once, filling his improvised toy with a sea of cum that came flooding out. Creamy wads of spunk blasted out into the cloth in ropes and dirtied it even further, combining his and Naruto's semen, donating his sperm as a welcome addition to Naruto's growing collection. Naruto should consider himself lucky; it wasn't every day someone got their hands on some prime, fertile Inuzuka sperm, and here he was giving it out for free!
Kiba half-laughed, half-choked as he came down from his peak, struck by lust driven stupor as the last tingles of pleasure exited his body and he was left both worn-out and utterly gratified. The tremors shot across his body, tingling his spine and rippling out to every inch of himself like waves in a pond. His body went slack all of a sudden, collapsing wearily back down to the bed, weakly sprawled out, muscles aching and energy draining from his body. He sank into the luxurious comfort of the bedding and snuggled contentedly into Naruto's pillow, panting with exertion as his chorus of ragged, heavy breathing signified the end of his fun for now.
"Fuuuuuuuck, that was good!" the satisfied young man moaned hoarsely, letting out another tired chuckle. That one certainly had to go down in the record book as one of the best orgasms Kiba had ever had, in the top three of his life without a doubt. He was partially surprised he didn't pass out from the intensity! Damn, what the hell did Naruto do to him to make Kiba feel this way, what did that punk do to him?! Whatever it was, Kiba's greedy butt wanted more more more!
Kiba resisted the pressing urge to fall asleep now that he had finished his task, heavy lids closed dreamily as the last tingles of pleasure left his bloodstream and washed over him in a sea of wonderful debauchery. Relaxation swept over him and the young man was lulled into bliss as he gave his deflating erection a few last lazy strokes as the final drips and drops of ejaculate came spurting out weakly and went dribbling down his slow moving hand. He had to remind himself, as comfortable and contented as he was at the moment, that this wasn't his own room. And as much fun as it would be to play a little joke on Naruto and have the idiot come home to find Kiba slumbering away carelessly butt naked in his bed, Kiba had other things to do and no idea when Naruto would even be coming back home in any case. But he did make a mental note to maybe attempt that in the future. So many sexy plans for the future, so much to look forward to, Kiba couldn't help but feel anticipation for the prospects of another day.
Be there, be there, be there, Kiba chanted to himself over and over as a prayer, hoping dearly that Naruto were sitting there, that he would be greeted by a barrage of smug teasing and jokes and a blond guy rock-hard from his seductive show. Lazily opening one eye, Kiba was disappointed to see that Naruto in fact wasn't standing there closely watching him beat off with a smirk on his face, lording over Kiba with devious authority as the teen masturbated with his boxers and called out his name in secret. There was no blond hunk there to ask him if he was having fun or tease him ruthlessly about his scent obsession as Kiba had hoped. What a let down, being caught red-handed in the middle of the act would have been a real blast. Such a shame that Kiba couldn't have given Naruto a front row seat to an entertaining and informative show, he could have shown that loser what it looked like when a true alpha male in the prime of his youth dumped his huge load, the power and force and volume of an Inuzuka cum shot. Oh well, his loss, Kiba supposed, understandably disappointed.
Kiba sniffed lightly at the muggy air, noticing immediately that it now stank heavily of jizz throughout the room, the distinct arid smell of a man's lust which was unmistakable in identity permeating everywhere and blending in with Naruto's own heady scent claiming this residence, the sharp fragrance of freshly spilled puddles of semen wafting throughout the room and seasoning the air with copulation and intimacy. It sort of made Kiba feel proud, like he had seized the upper hand and once again left his mark on this place in some small way without Naruto's knowledge.
If Naruto came back soon he would be able to plainly deduce that someone was in fact here while he was gone and he would know exactly what naughty stuff they had been up to because of all that musky noxious odor not-so-subtly clouding up the bedroom. He would even most likely be able to figure out the identity of the suspect that had left behind such a raunchy homecoming present without much trouble too, even considering his occasionally dimwitted nature. What an exciting thought that was, being directly confronted with the lurid details of such a degrading crime! As the culprit Kiba was boastful of his crime of passion, not repentant or guilty in the least. A crime Kiba would more than readily confess to committing if interrogated, one he was proud of and satisfied with. Yeah, he had made Naruto's apartment stink to high heaven with his cum and sweat and musk, stained the linen with his love fluids, and marked the blankets with his musk, so what? When he realized this, Naruto would only have two options facing that truth: either beat Kiba up for doing such a thing, or join Kiba in making an even hotter, sweatier, filthier mess together next time. Kiba had a feeling he knew what option a guy like Naruto would choose.
It made Kiba's heart race a little with sadistic glee picturing Naruto's unhappy scowl and wrinkled nose upon getting his first whiff of Kiba's actions today as he walked in the door, the brunet's exhibitionist side shamelessly unveiling itself once again for all to see. He wouldn't be caught red handed in the middle of his perfect crime-which would have been thrilling beyond belief if it had actually happened-but still, it was enough of a possibility that it revved his engine a little to think of the consequences of his actions here today. You better come home soon, man, Kiba thought wistfully, hoping his communicated wishes would somehow make it to Naruto across all the distance separating them through a hidden mental psychic connection or something crazy like that. Kiba wanted to be apprehended soon, a criminal in search of attention and punishment for his bad deeds. Only Naruto could tell him what a bad dog he had been and mete out his sexy punishment.
Drained and exhausted from his rigorous JO session, Kiba looked down sleepily at the pair of soggy, cum-filled boxers resting on his abdomen soaking in their gift, the cloth laid out flat with the semen-splattered side face up. There really was a ton of jizz sitting there, boldly emphasizing just how pent-up and in need of a good rub down he had been, little stagnant lakes of white spread out unevenly across the fabric and standing out remarkably pearlescent against the dark blue background.
Kiba casually and wearily reached out and dipped his index finger directly into the biggest considerable pool of warm white spunk that was slowly beginning to cool and seep into the already dirty fabric of Naruto's cum rag, his load drying and bonding together forever with however many dozens of loads the blond had himself shot off into the crusty garment-composition wise it seemed to be made up of more cum than actual cloth, Kiba's thick load only adding further to that unbalanced equation; boy if this thing could talk of the things it had seen. Kiba was just surprised that between two studs like him and Naruto that life hadn't somehow found a way to jet the poor objectified article pregnant. After swirling his finger around in the muck awhile and scooping up some of his genetic material, Kiba brought the sperm covered digit up to his face and inserted it into his open mouth without any sense of hesitation or revulsion, instead eagerly lapping up his own goopy jizz in a heartbeat, tongue twisting happily around the finger to make sure he got every remaining morsel of delicious seed.
Yeah, Kiba ate his cum sometimes, what was the big deal? There wasn't anything wrong with that, was there? The savory taste and sharp, heavy aroma always got him so worked up, making his blood boil over with tons of testosterone. For some reason drinking his own seminal fluids just made Kiba feel so dang manly. Just like the sweat from his armpits, for him semen was another product of manhood to be enjoyed and loved, a delicacy for only the most refined of sensibilities and picky appetites. Besides, if he was laying in bed naked jerking off like Kiba did almost every night and ended up coming all over his chest without a tissue to prevent the spillage, sometimes it was just so much easier to scoop all that creamy boy batter up and have a feast of it than it was to get up and go wash off... not to mention tastier as well. Or sometimes Kiba'd even grab the shot glass hidden in his room that he bought specifically for the debauched purpose and see how far he could fill it up with just one single load. He could usually fill the glass all the way to the top no matter how many times he jerked off in a single day, the large amount of cum Kiba inherently produced probably the result of his Inuzuka heritage, a family more wild and animal than most. And on days like this, when he was more wound-up and frantic than normal, bursting at the seems with lust, Kiba was capable of filling it all the way up and then some, his white goo sloshing around and overflowing over the brim of the little cup in impressive excess as he filled it up with the fountain of his manly fluid, creamy white spilling over the sides looking like such a delectable, messy little treat. And after that glass was teeming with so much nice, warm, creamy spunk it was time to knock that bad boy back and guzzle down his come shot down in one gulp! Lots of protein for strong teeth and bones, yum yum! Everyone should be so lucky to get a chance to taste his potent Inuzuka brand of man milk and its awesome flavor, so why should he himself as the owner be any different? Kiba had a duty to himself, a sense of honor and pride about the matter, to ensure that his 'product' was of the utmost quality. And trust him, it sure as hell was.
"Mmmm, salty," he spoke aloud provocatively with a wry smile, impressed with the bitter taste of this particular batch of seminal fluid and savoring it like a fine wine while it washed over his tongue. Kiba quickly went back to the waiting jizz puddles for a second helping, using all his fingers this time as shovels to scoop up a small handful of his globs of glimmering white and lick them off like a child licking their sticky hands after eating a melting ice cream cone. Bit this was no mere vanilla ice cream staining his hands, it was something far more natural and rich tasting and much more addictive. The slightly metallic flavor hit his taste buds at once and caused Kiba's brain to melt into a puddle of lewdness; if there was such a thing as being a cum drunk, Kiba was definitely one.
Thoughts of sex and sperm hovering prominently on his mind, Kiba couldn't help but wonder just how Naruto's own spunk tasted, the differences between their personal flavors. That dummy ate so much ramen even his stuff was probably permanently enhanced with the flavor of broth and noodles. While lapping up the last bits of his own semen clinging on his fingers, Kiba mused curiously if getting a mouthful of cum from Naruto would taste just like a big steaming bowl of ramen, chuckling a little in amusement at the odd thought. Well, whatever it tasted like, Kiba was anxious for the chance to get his mouth around that plump dick anyways, curious to how it would feel with his lips wrapped around a guy's hard member, what it would taste like with his tongue lavishing Naruto's genitals as he leaked trails of pre into Kiba's willing mouth, waiting for his first chance to suck cock in impatient anticipation. Well, at least the first chance to fellate a rod that wasn't his own.
Kiba licked his lips flirtatiously as he looked down on his not so little buddy with a knowing grin, already starting to get a chubby again despite having just ejaculated only a few minutes ago. What could Kiba say, he was an insatiable guy. He was all too willing to go for another round; a nice leisurely taste of himself would really hit the spot right about now. Today was going to go down as a very fun day.
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