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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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Swarmed by powerful lingering feelings of carnality and excitement in both body and mind, the decidedly handsome and dastardly thief of virtue Kiba Inuzuka arrogantly lay exposed atop the stolen bed inside the house he had invaded, a swarthy yet peaceful smirk gracing his features as he basked in the warm, radiant aftermath of sweaty, vigorous masturbation. The contented teen slumped idly into the cushioning of pillows propped behind his back, eyes gently shut and arms resting slack behind his neck in a show of casual supremacy, admiring his bold conquest with smug carelessness and leisure. His chubby semi was beginning to droop and return to it's normal flaccid-but still impressive-size, but the thrill of his debauched crime had yet to wear off entirely, allowing the boy to retain a degree of rigidity.
His blatant self-confident openness about the theft, his remorseless conquering of another man's sacred territory and erosion of personal privacy hung about the young shinobi with a noticeable aura of swagger, body decisively occupying the newly acquired territory for his own amusement as Kiba preened in delight from his recent explosive orgasm. Kiba was certainly very proud of himself, a job well done. It wasn't every day you saw dudes busting loads that big, but what could he say, Kiba was just naturally gifted he supposed. He deserved a pat on the back, but was far too lazy and drained to bother with giving himself the extra gesture of confidence. Not that he needed it; Kiba knew he was an awesome stud, he didn't need reminding of that fact.
Even though the untidy setting around him could be called anything but fancy, laying restfully up against these fluffy pillows, sprawled out naked atop the mattress in a post-orgasmic haze of afterglow, somehow it made even this dump seem sumptuous and lavish. Must have been the chemicals coursing through his brain affecting his judgement, but it honestly did seem so comfortable and serene a moment, a sinful luxury of nude decadence. The young man simply sat back relaxing every muscle and enjoyed the peace without a worry or frustration in the world, absorbing it all in stride. Kiba lounged like a self-assured, spoiled king on his sumptuous throne made of sweat-smelling pillows and ruffled blankets and dirty underwear, an emperor of lewdness, royal cock out on display for his citizens to gawk at and admire. Kiba was without a care, a leader who only had to worry about when he got off and who would tend to his most important prick, too worldly and noble to bother with sheathing himself with clothes and depriving the world of his splendid visage. Sadly he was a perverted king without any loyal and adoring subjects to ravish him with the attention he deserved and required, but one thing at a time. Once he beat Naruto and became the next Hokage there would be plenty of fans begging to see him undress and worship his fit body. Kiba even decided to save a special seat right on his lap for Naruto, he was just that considerate.
And as he snoozed carelessly away, upon his firm torso sat the valuable object Kiba had snatched, supposedly his treasured crown jewels if he were indeed king of this perversion; the disgusting old cum rag of one Naruto Uzumaki, the mark of his vile deed earlier, sullied by his own seed. And clasped in his hands so fiercely that his knuckles turned white was yet another prize Kiba had recently claimed; the rugged and manly smelling dirty boxers belonging to the same teen, the owner of this apartment Kiba had proclaimed himself ruler of as well. Smeared on both pairs of dirty garments were traces of Kiba's sweat, musk, pre-ejaculate, and a whole heaping load of fresh semen scattered all over the rag, sitting idly in thick, warm pools of freshly extracted, shimmering man milk. Boy what a day this had turned out to be! Kiba had intruded into Naruto's empty home to inhale a small bit of his intoxicating scent, but ended up with a sweet nose-full of soiled boxers and a mind-blowing orgasm to boot. Unexpected joys were always the most satisfying, weren't they?
Physically drained and worn down from his earlier rigorous JO session, Kiba looked down sleepily at the pair of soggy, cum-filled boxers resting on his abdomen quietly soaking in their wet 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 shiny and pearlescent against the dark blue background. That was HIS cum slowly being absorbed into the fibers, his essence injected to replace and overthrow Naruto's, yet another crime Kiba was guilty of here today. The innocence and virtue of Naruto's poor cum rag had been stolen by Kiba, no longer knowing only the touch of one man. He had violated all sorts of walls and boundaries today and loved doing so; Kiba had been a bad, bad boy, and he was just getting started.
Kiba casually and wearily reached out a hand and dipped his index finger directly into the biggest considerable pool of warm white spunk that was slowly beginning to cool in temperature and seep into the already filthy fabric of Naruto's cum rag, his own 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 the scales of that unbalanced equation; boy if this thing could talk of the things it had seen. Kiba was just surprised that between two virile studs like him and Naruto that life hadn't SOMEHOW found a way to actually get the poor objectified article pregnant.
After swirling his finger around in the slimy muck awhile and scooping up some of his genetic material with the tip of his forefinger, Kiba brought the sperm covered digit straight up to his face and abruptly 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 he loved to sniff up, 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 Kiba were laying in bed naked jerking off like he did nearly every night and ended up coming all over his chest and tummy without a tissue handy to prevent the messy spillage, sometimes it was just so much easier to scoop all that creamy boy batter up off his body and make 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 go a bit crazy and grab the shot glass hidden in his room that he bought specifically for the debauched purpose, not of drinking alcohol, but something else bitter instead, seeing how far he could fill it up with just one single load. He could usually fill the little glass almost all the way to the top no matter how many times he jerked off in a single day, the abnormally 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 the teen was far more wound-up and frantic than normal, bursting at the seems with lust, Kiba was capable of filling the receptacle all the way up and then some, his baby batter sloshing around and overflowing over the brim of the small 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, slathered and coated with his own glaze.
And after that glass was obscenely teeming with so much nice, warm spunk it was time to knock that bad boy back and guzzle his self-made drink down in one gulp! Nothing quenched the thirst quite like a literal cum shot. 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 with 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 as he sucked it off his finger and it washed over his tongue. Kiba quickly went back to the waiting jizz puddles for a second helping, this time using all his fingers simultaneously as shovels to scoop up a small handful of his globs of glimmering white and slurping them off like a child licking their sticky hands after eating a melting, sloppy ice cream cone. But 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 palate 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 understandably hovering prominently on his mind at the moment, Kiba couldn't help but allow a stay odd thought into his head, couldn't resist from wondering 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 cleaning off the last bits of his own semen clinging on his fingers, Kiba mused curiously if getting a mouthful of cum from the blond would taste just like a big steaming bowl of ramen, chuckling a little in amusement at the ridiculous, but nonetheless intriguing thought.
Well, whatever it tasted like, Kiba was anxious for the chance to screw around more and get his mouth around that plump dick anyways, curious to try it out just once to see how it would feel with his lips wrapped tenderly around a guy's hard member-and expecting a repayment of the favor of course, really looking forward to quieting that noisy idiot's mouth by sinking his 8 inches into that throat. He was curious what it would taste like with his tongue lavishing Naruto's genitals as he leaked pre into Kiba's willing mouth, and if perhaps such a degrading act would invoke that feeling of subjugation Kiba secretly enjoyed so much, waiting for his first chance to suck cock in impatient, lonely anticipation. Well, at least the first chance to fellate a rod that wasn't his own, Kiba reminded himself, licking his lips unconsciously in memory.
But enough of that for now. Before all that, before anything else Kiba seriously needed a break! Kiba possessed incredible stamina and willpower, a natural built-in hardiness that few ninja his age could match-his own toughness probably only outmatched by Naruto's near inhuman constitution, much to his chagrin, since Kiba hated being one-upped or sharing the spotlight. But even Kiba had his breaking point where he needed rest, when weariness and exhaustion overtook desire and pure force of mind. Even a sturdy, virile guy like him couldn't keep going at it indefinitely; sooner or later even the sexy brunet needed a few moments to replenish his vigor, rest his empty testicles, and restore his sexual vitality. During the last orgasm caused by Naruto's briefs Kiba swore he saw stars light up in his field of vision and was on the verge of passing out from sheer intensity. Any guy would need some R&R after a wank that amazing or else he'd only be shooting dust and rubbing his penis raw to no good outcome.
That wasn't to say Kiba was entirely satisfied so far. Don't mistake a short period of respite as a surrender of some sort. Nah, it had been a great orgasm to be sure, one of the best in his life to be honest, but that irritating, bothersome feeling of repression and sluggishness caused by uncontrolled arousal still hadn't left his suffering body completely yet. These overpowering sexual desires would only come rampaging back to hinder his focus on missions and plague the boy unless he decisively and resolutely took care of them. If he left it alone now Kiba would be okay for a day or two, calm and in command, but inevitably end up right back in the state he had been before he stumbled upon Naruto in the forest, whimpering in sore, depressed agitation, cowardly hiding in some dank corner or musty alley jerking off over and over and over trying to find gratification, TRUE gratification, that just wouldn't arrive. Kiba refused to let that happen. His all important task to expel that demon had yet to be fulfilled here in Naruto's bedroom. He would need yet more kinky, twisted fun to restore his focus and determination on the field and in everyday life, more sense of excitement and incredible thrill to chase away the specter of the ravenous sex-crazed beast living inside himself.
Besides, once wasn't enough for him, oh no no. Typically he rubbed one out 3-5 times a day, every day, so this was nothing. A stud like Kiba had endurance for way more than just one shot, he was no two pump chump busting his nut pathetically quick then dropping out for the count. He wouldn't settle down after just one go around, oh no, an impressive dude like him was insatiable and ravenous, another reason the teen wasn't entirely pleased with his actions as of now, knowing that it simply wasn't enough to calm his sex drive and lull his monster libido to sleep. Bold and wild guys like him and Naruto could never be happy with just one go around, they had libidos that burned as bright and energetic as their tempers or their ambitions and endowed, fit bodies that could keep up the pace as well. Kiba both liked and hated that, feeling on one hand like it was an annoying challenge to his superiority and masculinity, but also regarding it as a common trait that connected them-not that he was all that pleased with sharing things in common with that loud dork! He and Naruto both were both hardy, resilient boys, that type could never be wholly satisfied with just a single orgasm, they needed more and more, which was cool in a way he supposed, made him feel like they understood each other a tad. Even so, Kiba would still have to rest a little bit before working to coax another load out. Even he, in all his awesomeness, was only human!
After uttering a big tired yawn and stretching his lithe body out on the mattress until his back give a satisfying loud crack, Kiba sprung up from his prone position lavishly laying in Naruto's borrowed bed. He wasn't quite finished here, still had a few filthy ideas in mind he wanted to try out, but even a guy as gifted as he was needed a timeout before his next round. So the dog boy figured while he was recharging for the finale why not take this chance to look around and ransack the place a little more and further explore his foreign and new surroundings. It wasn't often that this kind of opportunity to dig up dirt on his friends came along, best to make use of it while Kiba still could.
Not bothering with getting dressed-what was the point when he was only going to strip down again soon enough-Kiba strolled through Naruto's house in the buff, junk swaying around free as a bird in pace with his steps, now soft member flopping around freely as he bounded around. The causal nudity reminded him of his erotic fantasies when he had escaped into the forest, the libertine sense of freedom and excitement he relished and wished for so dearly, a release from prisons of cloth back to the natural way of things. Kiba might not be able to go streaking down the main street, but at the least he was able to reveal his primitive nakedness here behind closed doors and in the glory of nature, and that wasn't nothing.
Feeling a bit peckish as his stomach rumbled and grumbled, Kiba strode confidently into the kitchen, unsurprisingly as shabby and 'lived-in' as any other room in this eternally unclean apartment of Naruto's, hunting for a meal to sustain him and restore his energy. Kiba jumped slightly in surprise as he walked into the tiled kitchen, the sudden cold floor shocking the soles of his feet. The temperature change was pretty radical, causing him to shiver slightly, cool air snapping at his formerly overheated body. The air was much less musty and thick in here than the bedroom had been because of his activities, but it wasn't really uncomfortable enough for Kiba to consider putting his clothes back on.
"Wonder if Naruto's got any grub," Kiba mused aloud, opening the fridge and rifling through cupboards to inspect his food situation. After a strenuous solo exercise and big finish like that he felt could use some hydration along with a healthy dose of carbs and electrolytes put back in him to replace those he had lost. Growing boys needed their bodies replenished and rested after a good rigorous workout lest they get fatigue, particularly shinobi, who burned up a lot more energy than normal folks did, and especially shinobi guys who rubbed one out four times a day. Those kinds needed the energy boost most of all and had to east regularly.
Snooping into the nearest random cupboard, Kiba discovered a huge stash of styrofoam ramen cups inside, at least a dozen or maybe more flavors mixed in together. There' must have been a month's supply of food rations there for a normal person, but at the rate Naruto consumed the stuff Kiba would have been surprised if the fully stocked cabinet lasted his friend a week. He had seen the guy go to town on ramen like an insatiable pit. Kiba liked ramen too and knew it was the blond's favorite food, but come on! Now he was SURE than Naruto's cum must taste like the broth and soup mix; it was practically all he ever ate! Shaking his head at the imposing, but not unexpected discovery, Kiba picked up a single contained and inspected it; Spicy beef flavor sounded alright.
"He's gonna be so pissed if I steal one of these," Kiba snickered mischievously as he removed the ramen cup from the pantry. Naruto was a stupidly tolerant and merciful guy; of the acts Kiba had committed, he might actually forgive the home invasion, the snooping through his personal affects, and the 'borrowing' of his jizz rag, but THIS would undoubtedly be an unforgivable offense in Naruto's eyes, theft of his precious ramen.
But Kiba knew that going in. That's actually WHY he did it in fact. If he did something like this that would seriously irk Naruto, he and Naruto were bound to butt heads again, leading to a heated confrontation that would hopefully get very... physical. Kiba had a really divisive, complicated love/hate thing going on when it came to arguing with Naruto; yes it was irritating and frustrating, but it was also massively entertaining. For guys, friendships and fights were two sides of one coin, they melted seamlessly into each other. You could be mad at a buddy like never before one moment, punch each other to simultaneously work out your aggression and feelings a bit, then a little while longer emerge from the argument closer and tighter than before. For hot headed guys like Kiba and Naruto and many others, talking with your fists was an important, irreplaceable part of friendship and male bonding. Dudes like to communicate with their fists over their words, valuing action and purpose over sentimentalism. And maybe if Kiba triggered and argument and the boys got their blood boiling in a rumble, it might help get them heated for another reason. Kiba did get battle boners after all, perhaps Naruto had a similar experience. An angry confrontation leading into some rowdy, naughty fun sounded pretty damn hot to Kiba, the boys getting mad perhaps leading them to get off.
After devilishly chowing down his stolen meal and filling his belly in spite of the consequences, Kiba promptly returned to his search for anything compromising that might be fun to tease Naruto about. What was the harm in spending a little time invading Naruto's privacy, pawing around his underwear drawer, sneaking looks in cabinets and closets, and taking advantage this rare opportunity to snoop in full? Okay YES, he supposed was an uncouth and rude thing to do, and pain in the ass morally uptight people would have an issue with it, but Kiba wasn't doing it to be a jerk, he was just... showing interest, yeah that was it! Naruto should actually take this as a compliment that Kiba wanted to get to know him better and decrease the distance between them. ...That didn't sound like complete bullshit, right? Right.
Sadly though, despite his curious efforts to locate anything amusing, rooting around unearthed little of value; other than a quick bite to replenish his energy, Kiba wasn't interested in the other month's worth of cup ramen in the kitchen cupboards, or in taking any personal mementos Naruto possessed, and what kind of weirdo would want to smell the uselessly CLEAN underwear sitting in the otherwise uninteresting dresser. No embarrassing photos, no sex toys hiding in the sock drawer, it was a complete bust. All Kiba found were common items, but he was more interested in finding some real dirt that must be hidden here somewhere, something big enough that he could blackmail Naruto with if need be. To his disappointment, even after thoroughly rooting around the place and attempting to hunt down anything possibly of value, Kiba had found very little to peak either his curiosity or his arousal. Until, that was, Kiba checked near the TV.
Here he at last found pay dirt, the smoking gun Kiba had relentlessly been trying to track down, his bloodhound instincts leading him to a delicious buried secret Naruto certainly wouldn't want to get out lest he be majorly embarrassed in front of his comrades. What was it that Kiba found? Well, factor in their age and any idiot could easily figure it out; porn, of course.
About a dozen and a half adult movies in cheap plastic cases were stacked in secret residing on a shelf of Naruto's TV stand, the offending objects cleverly hidden from view behind the unassuming action movies that made up most of Naruto's otherwise tame video collection. What a nice wank bank the blond had built up. Most of the films were obviously straight-oriented affairs from their titles and elicit, revealing cover images, but a couple of out of place gay flicks were thrown into the mix for good measure as well, which didn't surprise Kiba too much honestly; he had always had this lingering feeling he couldn't shake that Naruto-while definitely a woman loving horndog-wasn't quite as hetero as he let on. Setting his Sexy Jutsu and those other pervy moves and all the things that they said about his personality and desires aside, Naruto's eternal devotion and utter admiration for Sasuke for example had always a little too intense to be normal in Kiba's opinion, arousing some suspicion that he could never prove. Until now obviously. Further adding to that hypothesis was the fact that most of the male leads pictured in the homosexual videos were dark haired and fairly handsome at that. Seemed Naruto had been having some curiosity when it came to male sexuality himself, trapped by the irresistible siren's call of masculine allure. Thankfully Kiba wasn't alone in being the only bi-curious young shinobi in the Leaf out to experiment. How deliciously... interesting.
The fairly vanilla assortment of movies with relatively tame titles like Shinobi Sluts 4 and Desert Heat: Sunagakure Sex Craze were hardly all THAT damaging to Naruto's image to be frank-what guy their age didn't own a few skin flicks? Kiba had some stashed away for private use himself-but he would take whatever sort of illicit material he could get to mock and prod Naruto with. And the discovery did also prove what Kiba had felt innately all along, that considering Naruto's outgoing, free-spirited personality he MUST have had quite a healthy sex drive and interest in the lewd to match. Now Kiba finally had proof of such.
Kiba surveyed the film boxes one by one to see if there was anything really kinky lurking there, luckily coming upon a rather unassuming title which he knew from past personal experience was anything but. The filthy pictures on the front designed to attract attention and the title, Devoted to the Team: An Erotic Shinobi Romance, belied the danger of said movie, hiding the secret bombshell within.
Things began innocuously enough; the film was about a trio of attractive, horny teenage ninja who go out on a dangerous mission when their youthful passions and smoldering emotions emerge during the perilous situation they find themselves in and overtake them, resulting in the lone stacked, beautiful blonde female member of the squad getting plowed every which way by her two hunky male companions numerous time throughout the video, both of whom are deeply in love with her and trying to win her affections. The two young men are fierce rivals who detest one another and try to prove their manliness and feelings to the girl through dumb, hot teenage sex at her suggestion so she can pick between her two cherished companions-what else did you expect from a porno?
Both head-over-heels guys try to outdo the other and capture the girl's heart again and again, but the poor young lady is stuck and just can't decide between the two guys that mean the world to her, her indecision and unwillingness to hurt either of their feelings fueling a wild, emotional ride of feuds, fights, and lots of fucking. It was shockingly intimate and realistic for a porno, containing some great convincing emotional acting, real onscreen chemistry between the three intermingling co-stars as each dude paired off with the hot chick in turn, and lacking much of the cheesy 'overacting' that ruined a depressing amount of smut.
It also featured a slew of outright AMAZING threesome scenes later on, the two guys teaming up to DP and spit-roast their delighted female companion with wanton vigor and determination in a college of exciting and inventive three way positions as each young man worked to prove with their fit bodies that he would be a better lover for her, the young woman's body melting against them as she wailed and squealed in euphoria, not only of the flesh, but in mind as well. The girl seemed truly happy that the heretofore confrontational pair were working together for a common purpose-to give her the best orgasm of her life!
It was classic masterpiece of dirty movies to be sure, very enjoyable to be sure. But none of that was the issue. The cover made no mention that this wasn't strictly a straight movie, no images or words warning viewers how this sultry extravaganza would end, of the secret twist ending that was laying in wait. Kiba had no idea what was there waiting for him.
See, when the title said 'team', it really did mean all of the team got involved in the action together. Imagine Kiba's surprise when at the end of such a great story the two guys that had spent the entirety of the film so far railing and nailing their sexy friend they mutually liked slowly got more comfortable with each other, more intimate. It sure as hell was a shock to the senses!
After the bad guy had been beaten and their mission complete, the three lusty shinobi met for one last fuck before the girl made her final decision. It began as any of their numerous fornication interactions had before, but quickly spiraled off into something very different. This was when the video sprung its insidious trap, catching Kiba unaware and totally baffled. Pleased with her two lovers actions and incapable of picking, she instead chose both of them. She cared about them too much to push one away and greedily decided she needed both of them to be happy. Of course there was a lot of arguing and resistance at first, but after a while of confrontation both young men, who had been drawn far closer together throughout all the life-or-death battles they had experienced and truly learned to begin trusting and relying on one another, decided they could share the teammate they both loved so deeply in a sort of consensual polyamory relationship. In the end, the guys became good friends, the villain lost, the team developed and preserved their bond, and most important of all, everyone got laid like crazy. The end, happily ever after, right? Well, not exactly.
This is where things went off the walls. See, the girl decided that in order to seal this bond the guys should have sex. With each other. Kiba had not been expecting this, a radical random gay turn in a strait porno? He swore he must of heard her request wrong. The two guys on the screen seemed to share Kiba's confused sentiment. But no, she was very serious much to the hapless shock of all of them, Kiba included. She insisted that the two prove their desire for her one last time with this courageous act. If they could do this for her she would truly believe their connection was unshakable and their relationship unbreakable.
There was a lot of awkwardness and tension. Shifting body language and questioning, bashful looks exchanged between them. But eventually they relented and abided by their beloved's wishes. Their former competition to please their shared lover suddenly turned inwards at the gentle, but insisting urging of the cunning, busty chick, and before Kiba knew it he was completely stupefied watching the two guys guide their rivalry in an unexpected new direction, focused on each other for a change. They weren't proving anything to her anymore, but to the other man instead; apparently following the belief that if you couldn't trust a guy to suck your dick, how could you every rely on him to watch your back, a philosophy Kiba now followed, but one that was strange to him back then. The girl using her feminine wiles to entice the boys to go further to please her, first engaging in touching, then kissing, eventually even sucking!
At first they did her bidding with resentful hostility and begrudging uneasiness, still wary of one other, but neither interested in turning the instructions down if it meant upsetting their female center and loosing their chance to plow her. But as the girl urged them onward in their timid little exploration game, the guys got more and more into it, their hatred for each other leading to some passionate, blazing hot man-on-man action Kiba never knew he would like so much. As the guys got less antagonistic and more friendly, Kiba grew deeper and deeper involved with the story and characters, the eroticism of the situation. Their coerced makeout session went from brief encounters barely willing to look at each other let alone kiss, to rough, frenzied frenching so long it was surprising they didn't pass out from lack of oxygen as the young men tongue fucked each other's mouths.
It hadn't been long before the rival dudes had exchanged deep, passionate tongue kisses and gotten down on their knees to suck each other off out of newfound respect and deep sense of loyalty. They even had a race to see who could make the other cum faster. The heat of their former hatred became heat of desire for each other, so subtle and quick a change in tone. Kiba could do nothing but watch in horrified awe as the two ninja on screen started coopering very well. His mouth hung agape in shock, not into two dudes going at it-not yet at least-but feeling enough of a nagging interest that he just couldn't shut off the offending smut. The girl who had instigated this however is very pleased with her manipulation, watching the performance and fingering his dripping wet pussy like mad as her two boys did as she asked. Of course the whole thing ended in a raunchy, yet oddly sweet threesome, all the teammates now having accepted their relationship of interlocking love.
The grande finale involved the blonde girl flat on her back getting passionately hammered by one of her new boyfriends missionary style, until the other male ninja came up behind him and left their bodies sandwiched together, that lucky dude in the middle getting to experience the best of both worlds as the team truly bonded on a level like never before and expressed their love for each other. He was slammed from behind by his new friend and pushed into the object of his affections, a sweaty pile of limbs and lust leading up to a tremendous orgasm for all three. It was so convincing and sweet the way the three interacted it almost wasn't even a porno anymore, it became a smutty love story about a trio who respected and depended on each other so much that they couldn't imagine not making love in a group, all of them participating in the act of sexual congress requiring them to be there for it to feel complete and right to them.
It was gross, two guys plowing like that, but it was also... pretty raw and open. They were no longer enemies or rivals but the closest and deepest of friends, so much so that they could even bend over for one another and experience the taboo pleasure of male intercourse. That's what amazed Kiba. It seemed to be more than just frantic rutting for pleasure, it seemed to be genuine making love, deeply emotional and personal. Not to mention hotter than holy hell! Kiba couldn't stop jerking off, even when one guy went balls deep inside his comrade, even when he pounded and thrust with intensity that only a man could sum up, even when he creampied his newfound friend out of a kind of manly affection. It was just to sexy to resist this kind of kinky bisexual threesome, his hand moved on it's own, building up to his own release.
Once all three had cum, soft utterances of love were exchanged between them, the girl to her two bull-headed boys, each boy to the seductive femme fatale, and shockingly, both guys did so as well, but their confessions came packaged with jostling insults and hard punches to the arm. Then the three curled up together and gently drifted to sleep, teaching the lessons that there were many types of love in the world and that shinobi required a level of trust on a team that most couldn't appreciate. Oh, and also that some pornography was so hot that it actually made straight guys question their sexuality.
Needless to say, Kiba himself was one of those guys and had came buckets from the litany of startling but incredible imagery, almost needing a damn mop to clean up afterwards. Since then he had mostly come to terms with that burgeoning attraction to men that had left him puzzled, but this movie was the thing that had really triggered that curiosity. If the blasted thing had been more open about its content Kiba probably never would have picked it up in the first place, and that desire would still be repressed.
Kiba smiled in a longing, lustful sort of way upon seeing the case, lost in reminiscence of his own jolly times with the film. Naruto had good taste in porn, if nothing else. Kiba couldn't begin to add up the times the devious and vivid movie had brought him to climax over the years. Maybe they should watch the great piece together next time; watching porno with your bros was an age old tradition for males everywhere, a sacred, secret rite for bonding. Leering at the sexual images on screen, boys with their cocks out unashamedly stroking away, sometimes maybe even jacking each other off when the combination and thrill and desire overcame their caution and fear of judgement and the boundaries between two riled-up young men broke down, their lust became too strong to care anymore that such a thing was typically seen as 'gay'.
All of this of course was the kind of thing only the best of buddies or horniest teens did, an act of desperation and personal trust that was kept secret under the strictest of vows and most precious honor bound agreements between men. Kiba had never had a buddy to jerk it to porn with, not one that would enjoy it anyways, but he'd certainly like to; perhaps it would help to alleviate his stressful libido issues, at least temporarily lessen his sexual woes to gain a fap buddy. Something about sitting on a couch or bed next to your pal and exposing the dirty little secret all men held to another man, playfully complimenting each others dick sizes or how large their cumshots were or stupid horseplay stuff like that, it seemed really cool to Kiba, showing trust and respect that way, bonding sexually and emotionally on such a deep level.
Kiba was starting to feel lively again, in the mood for some action once again. Glancing at that erotic video dug up some unresolved feelings from within and he could begin to feel the heat and tension rise in the pit of his stomach. His dick sure liked what it was seeing at least; the bugger was gradually starting to rise and twitch, getting plump and ready to go for round 2 as he recalled the debauchery of one of his favorite smut flicks. You just couldn't keep a good guy down. With all his exploration and fantasizing his soft member was begging to stand at attention again, once again prepped to get back into the thick of it.
Kiba was certainly the hardy type, an abundance of stamina and vitality at his disposal. The hyperactive Lee would probably ramble on about how that was the 'power of youth' as he and his mentor so often and so obnoxiously did. The teen could almost hear his shrill voice ringing in his ears excitedly about how a healthy libido was an essential part of an unrestrained and fully appreciated youth or something crazy like that. Those two were an exhausting handful. Regardless, even though Kiba hated to admit it what he imagined Lee saying at a time like this, well that was actually right on the money for how he was feeling, so energetic and spry, full of all kinds of youthful power and energy, ready and raring to go on yet another quest to play the skin flute, choke the chicken, spank the monkey. Whatever you called it, Kiba was having a good time, no sense in stopping now. He couldn't help it though, the dog boy was just chock full of wild energy needing an exhaust to vent it out today.
And he was in the mood for something a little exotic to help with that, maybe get a little unorthodox this time around. A kind of sexual kink only the most desperate and flexible of guys would even try to attempt in their bravest moments. All this fantasizing and stimulation was getting Kiba a little... hungry. He wet his lips salaciously and looked down on his readily stiffening member with a debauched gluttony glistening impishly in his eye. Oh, Kiba had just the thing in mind too. He knew of something that would hit the spot nicely, a meal to fill him up well, and chuckled wickedly in amusement.
You see, Naruto wasn't the only ninja of the Leaf with a dirty technique he invented at his disposal. The blond might have had the Sexy Jutsu and all its various skanky derivatives, but Kiba had a secret hidden move all his own teeming of perversity and sexiness that he had never shown to anyone before, not even his teammates or family. Okay, so technically it wasn't actually a true jutsu, more along the lines of a personal exercise Kiba elected to preform in private when things got too hot and heavy for him to handle and he needed some assistance calming down. It was a great move for taking the edge off when he was in a painful pinch, but was a very difficult act to preform successfully, a high level skill that required much hard work and training to completely master. In all the village Kiba was probably the only one with the required knowledge and abilities capable of pulling it off, that's how amazing and super secret this attack was. Since it wasn't a bonafide ninja jutsu it didn't have a true name attached to it, but if Kiba had to pick one off the top of his head he supposed he would dub it... the Canine Style: Flexible Balls-Licking Jutsu!
That was right, Kiba Inuzuka, total stud, top dog of the Hidden Leaf Village, and all around macho dude extraordinaire, as naturally endowed and limber as the young man was, could preform the fabled secret technique of autofellatio, heard in the whispered legends of curious, needy pubescent boys and shiftless drunken men throughout the land. And not only just achieve or attempt it, as most did, but outright master the intricate but rewarding technique too. And boy did he love it. It was the perfect way to find peace, a direct attack made on his hyperactive sex drive.
Don't even begin to call it pathetic! Sure, it wasn't exactly ideal that at 17 years of age Kiba was still a virgin, but he was sure as hell going to take advantage of any option at his disposal to get his rocks off, same as pretty much any teenage boy would. Ask any guy his age if they had tried to preform a self-suck, or at least THOUGHT of doing so, and you would likely find that most dudes-if they were being honest-would have to affirm their desire to attempt the act. The stigma and reaction of revulsion attached to it was a coverup in Kiba's view, guys trying to hide their own desire, mask their own fruitless attempts out of shame. It was pure jealousy; it wasn't Kiba's fault that he was better endowed than they were, they didn't have to go out of their way to belittle him or other gifted dudes just because they were incapable of participating in something he enjoyed. Even if he was criticized or looked down upon, Kiba wasn't going to think less of himself just for giving himself a little head when he needed it every now and then. It was a rational response to circumstances.
Yeah, not only did Kiba love eating his jizz, but he even sucked his own dick too. But was it really all that surprising? He was trained in a family of canines after all! Male dogs were licking themselves down there for the fun of it all the time if you paid attention, and after stumbling upon his pal Akamaru doing so years ago, Kiba couldn't resist from trying it out for himself, he became so obsessed to know what it felt like.
The wonder of it all smacked him at once like a ton of bricks falling down on the boy the moment he had spotted Akamaru's direct attack method and only grew from then on. What if he could do that? What did it feel like? What did it taste like? The mystery was killing him until finally his disgust and wariness was overridden by curiosity. A case of 'curiosity killed the cat'-or maybe 'dog' was more appropriate in this instance-gone terrifically right.
These days Kiba no longer felt any shame in giving himself head, no embarrassment or fear at the thought of the member being suckled with passion in his mouth. Very few guys could accomplish the sexual feat, but Kiba suspected that most men secretly had tried and wished they could, he was proud to be among that select elite group. So yeah, while Kiba enjoyed sucking cock from time to time, it was his own cock, so it wasn't like it was gay or anything, it was more like... an advanced form of masturbation. Not that he had many issues with sucking a dick other than his own any more; Kiba had worked most of that fear directed towards his latent bi-curiosity after meeting up with Naruto in the forest. He now grudgingly had to admit he had indeed thought about doing so from time to time in the haze of kinks and possibilities that he would certainly never think about otherwise which went running reckless through his head whenever he jerked off, it was only that Kiba had never had the chance to try it out before. At least not until recently. His virginity on that matter might not last much longer depending on circumstances with Naruto, but he was more focused on taking one day at a time right now and tried not to get ahead of himself. Heh heh, get it, 'head'?
It took a lot of hard work and painful stretching, but after much struggle Kiba had finally done it! His dick and mouth had finally met and fireworks had gone off in his brain the very instant he met his goal; it was a whole new world from there on, full of possibility and wonder. First Kiba could only put the tip to his lips, then eventually with more practice the entire head fit inside his mouth, and after a while more of difficult training Kiba could bend way back and fit half his entire shaft into his own mouth, more than enough to successfully bring himself to orgasm. Occasionally, when he was feeling particularly horny and out of control the energetic teen would contort backwards and happily devour his own large member with eager vim. It was a spectacular way to find adequate relief in the dry lonely desert that had been his sex life. Kiba was bold and as such preferred the bombastic, even when it came to sexual matters.
One shouldn't be surprised that such a philosophy of self-reliance existed. In case you weren't already aware, a horny teenage boy was one of the most idiotic and unstoppable forces on the planet, he would try just about anything and everything imaginable when it came to masturbation, attempt any stupid method or trick that popped into his dumb sex-crazed mind just so he could get off more than he already was. If he wanted to come badly enough, he was going to come and if he wanted to try something weird to do so, his lust would win out over better sense every time, young men would try their very best to make any unusual, half-baked plan work.
Kiba's oral exploration of himself was just one step further of this principle, not all that radical by any means if you looked at it objectively. It was simply a horny boy trying to get off in any way he could. No matter how bad an idea you said it might be or what you said to convince him otherwise, if a guy wanted to try sucking his own dick, if he was desperate enough to receive some head, by god he was going to try with all his might, even if it meant he was the one giving it to himself!
In Kiba's case it had paid off well and the reckless train of absurd searching for pleasure stopped there, so he wasn't forced to use other more dubious and bizarre methods of simulated fornication-once for example, he had overheard an older ninja talking to his friend who was so desperate for some sweet strange that he actually went about cutting a hole out of a watermelon then proceeded to... Well, needless to say any more explicit revolting details of the deed in question, Kiba had a hard time looking at fruit the same way for a while after that. Fortunately, he didn't have to resort to that drastic and nauseating measure, he already had everything he required attached to his own body.
There was even an old joke out there describing canine obsession with the position. It went: 'Why do dogs lick their balls? Because they can!' While the punchline ignored the finer particulars of canine health and anatomy that his sister-as a veterinarian-would fastidiously correct misconceptions like that, Kiba did come to believe that such a saying was at least partially true after discovering the indulgence of oral self-pleasure for himself. No wonder dogs did it, Kiba was surprised canines ever did anything but stick their snout in their crotches!
After experiencing it for the first time-and a countless number of additional times since that fateful day-in Kiba's view if a guy said that he wouldn't blow himself even if he were able to do so, then they were in all likelihood lying through their teeth. There were three starkly separate categories of men in this world: those gifted few who could do it, those who wished they could self-suck, and those who were lying. It was normal to be curious when you were young and horny, and the dog boy had a hankering suspicion that most dudes he had met had tried to accomplish the feat once or twice in their lives-likely unsuccessfully-only to end up hopelessly disappointed at the impossibility, or at least dreamed about it in hazy, wistful erotic fantasies. But it was rare to find a man who was limber and endowed enough to have the two eternally separated partners meet, likely leaving Kiba as the only member of an exclusive private club, an amazing technique and its benefits hoarded all to himself, kept secret and secure for the grave danger it could pose in the wrong hands. An impulsive, hard-headed idiot like Naruto trying to suck his own cock would probably end up breaking his back and becoming paralyzed before any actual sucking happened.
As said before, this adventure of discovery all started one blissfully unaware day a few years ago when Kiba had accidentally caught his faithful canine companion Akamaru in a compromising position doing the very same taboo thing, as the boy could testify that dogs did from his many years of experience working with them. Kiba entered his room to find the snow white dog's furry back leg lifted high and snout firmly shoved into his undercarriage as Akamaru sat casually attending to his fully unsheathed red rocket, slathering the exposed flaming maroon bone with his drooling wet tongue from pointed tip squirting the occasional jet of watery doggy pre into his mouth, all the way down the impressive length to the round, fat, bulging knot at the base.
Kiba had frozen stiff in shock, unable of doing or saying anything at the time and instead stood still and dubiously watched his best pal in the whole wide world work himself over. Too dumbstruck to turn away and leave, too mesmerized to understand this was something he shouldn't be watching-Kiba was a voyeur at heart after all-stuck in this twisted situation of ogling his pooch lick it's own fleshy crimson rod, while Akamaru clearly didn't care he had been interrupted and spied on and continued doing his own dirty work. Kiba had inevitably seen this sort of thing many times with all the dogs he was constantly around belonging to his clan, it came with the territory, but he normally just glanced away tensely awkward until they were... finished. Boys would be boys and dogs would be dogs, right? No sense in making a fuss over it. But he had never stumbled on Akamaru doing it, and never been so mystified by the act before, enthralled by the sight of lewd canine self-service. Even Akamaru, his partner and life long friend, took a drag on his own rod. Maybe Kiba should try too...
Most would have gotten revolted and left over the explicit action or try to shame the dog into stopping immediately, but the rules for Inuzuka were pretty different; they were much less shy and restrained than other clans and frankly saw worse than this on a regular basis, so a policy of openness existed that was far more lax than most other families were accustomed. Let the dogs live their lives and be free to enjoy themselves, that's what Inuzuka believed. What was the point in enforcing human rules on animals, no matter how intelligent they were? So yes, it wasn't that uncommon to encounter a dog licking his balls freely or two dogs mating openly in the wide open Inuzuka lands when visiting the compound.
And of course Kiba wasn't going to force Akamaru to cease from taking care of his situation; he had far too much sympathy for his buddy's plight to do something so cruel. There was nothing inherently wrong with it despite what nagging overbearing prudes would complain and gasp in utter horror, and besides it would have been extraordinarily hypocritical of Kiba to disallow Akamaru from having a little fun and resolving his male issues the only way the hound was able while Kiba himself routinely engaged in lewd activities like clockwork. Animals had needs too. He'd been there and knew what it was like to have the urge so bad it hurt, so more power to him.
Kiba curiously watched the action with grotesque, curious fascination as Akamaru tongue bathed his own junk with finesse and purpose, oddly entranced by the action-they were life partners, and as such had very little privacy between them after all, so it wasn't as weird or awkward as most would believe. Kiba felt a shared connection with his canine partner at that moment beyond their normal bond, the wordless mutual understanding of two lonely, horny guys wanting some lovin' and taking any measure they could to sate their unmet sexual needs as a result. When things got tough sometimes you had to take matters into your own hands. Kiba wasn't disgusted or ashamed or even embarrassed with what his hapless dog was doing right in front of him, nope he got it, the boy understandingly allowing the mutt to continue the highly questionable lapping at his exposed pink doggie dong until he had finished. Everyone deserved the chance to gratify themselves, even dogs, and Kiba didn't want his poor boy running around with blue balls; he knew how frustrating and sore it was to suffer from that affliction, relief cut short and hopelessly distant as a mirage.
In actuality, rather than any normal emotions one would expect in this case, Kiba found himself feeling something unusual-envy. He experienced a deep jealous longing that Akamaru could do that, that Akamaru had a Plan B in the most dire of times, yet he couldn't and had to make do with idle, perpetual virgin hand stroking; he'd like some head too of course, if only someone would give him any, if only he could find a girl who would gladly go down on him or hop on his junk. What a lucky bastard, Kiba remembered himself thinking, turning absolutely green with envy. Every moment eh became more annoyed with his lack of any good substitute. Must be nice living a life so carefree you spent your days in abject luxury and satisfaction.
As he studied Akamaru finishing up with his... oral exercises, Kiba could to this day clearly remember the expression on his furry partner's face as the canine eagerly lapped up the spilled doggy spooge from off his snout and slid his sloppy long tongue across throbbing crimson dong to clean it whole as dogs did, gobbling up his spunk with vulgar indifference to his surroundings. Years of living with canines had innately given Kiba the ability to notice slight changes in dogs body posture and attitude to detect their emotions; the look he received after the dog had came was undoubtedly a look of teasing, Akamaru beamed with pride as he flashed his teeth in an insulting smile aimed at his master, showing off in smug superiority. They were both dudes that didn't get much good attention from the ladies and were often looked over, so one would expect more tolerance and brotherhood between them, but the way the dog was sneering insultingly at him instead, Kiba understood perfectly that Akamaru was lording it over his master, showing off his canine finesse and lack of necessity for a partner. The damn brat was making fun of him! Kiba let Akamaru do his thing and THIS was how he was repaid; what an ungrateful mutt! He was making fun of his own master's pent up desires with mocking cruelness. Akamaru was basically sitting there saying 'Haha, look what I can do and you can't, loser!' Well, Kiba wasn't going to take that kind of crap laying down! He already got picked on for low tests scores in the Ninja Academy and such, no way was he going to take the slight against his ego from his own dog, receive this insult with mere good humor. He'd show Akamaru how it was done in fact, he'd prove them all how manly he was!
So like any impulsive dork who couldn't stand being showed up, he decided to put up or shut up. He would try out the lost, fabled art of autofellatio. ...It didn't go as planned initially; it was actually even more difficult than it sounded. Humans had spines that weren't very bendable in that way. At first Kiba thought his ailing back might snap like a twig from the strain and he'd end up in the hospital, but as he gradually inched closer and closer each attempt and became more encouraged and more dedicated to victory, the boy swore to himself that he would taste cock on his tongue or die trying!
In those early days of innocence-relatively speaking-while he practiced his special move alone Kiba had required the helpful assistance of a wall to lean against, to better balance and stretch his body out, the firm surface pushing against him and offering up just the right amount of resistance to align his spine forward and crotch towards his face where it needed to be. It was one of the trials that tested his patience and temper. But after all that training, he was now limber enough that Kiba just needed to sit down and bend over and then BAM! Instant blowjob at his own whim, no other participants needed.
Completing this test required subtle pacing and knowing one's own limits; admittedly not some of Kiba's strong suits. But he wasn't going to turn tail and run like a coward from this challenge that dominated his thoughts; come hell or high water, Kiba Inuzuka vowed with his usual tenacity that he would get that delectable, juicy fuck stick of his into his waiting mouth no matter what! It became sort of an obsession for a while. Even if he could only get an inch inside, even if he could only barely suckle on the mushroom head, he was fiercely determined to see what the all the fuss was about. His joints and bones used to creak and groan with every attempt, loudly complaining of the unnatural position, but now with only a little stretching in preparation Kiba could place five inches of rigid teen dick passed his lips and be no worse for the wear, no issues with his joins even after nearly rolling himself into a ball. That was what spirit and dedication could accomplish.
The first time Kiba had finally successfully managed to pull the difficult challenge off and actually insert his schlong into his wide open mouth the vindicated boy felt like he had died and gone to heaven, it was like magic, he knew there would be no going back ever again. All his effort was not wasted. He was a slave to his hands no longer, the irritatingly single guy could now take care of himself if worst came to worst, dependent like an addict on masturbation alone for enjoyment no longer. Once Kiba had filled his mouth with spunk on that exquisite first occasion, his first time either receiving or giving head, his cheeks had puffed out like a hamster from the volume of jizz spilled out and he became infatuated with the acquired taste, growing more accepting of it each time until he became... well, kind of a cum slut to be honest.
The horny boy quickly became enamored with the way autofellatio felt, the sensation of having his very own manhood jammed in his maw, passionately slobbering and suckling on it to entice a yummy treat from his loins and acutely feeling that warm cream flow unceasingly into his all too willing mouth, spurt after spurt of essence devoured and sent directly to his cum loving tummy. Once that first load had coursed over Kiba's taste buds and been gulped down greedily that was it, there was no way he could ever go back now, this wasn't going to be a one time curious exploration of his body and its limits never to be done or thought of again. If he was going to be painfully single and sexually stressed anyway might as well go the distance, cut out the middle man to service himself and claim that reward at the end.
In fact... that didn't sound too bad at the moment. Even with how earth-shattering his last orgasm had been earlier, Kiba noticed that his penis had never entirely deflated to a fully flaccid and content state, staying slightly chubbed the whole time and had since gotten its second wind to grow to full size. Naruto might have had way too much energy and an unbelievable amount of stamina, but Kiba was no slouch either. No way would only a single orgasm sate him when he was in this ravenous mode of sexual starvation. Call it a perk of being young or whatever, a fast recovery period and over-productive sex drive were both a blessing and a curse he had to deal with. As Kiba had promised himself when first setting foot in Naruto's apartment, he wasn't going anywhere until he was completely satisfied with the job, his balls milked to emptiness and this frustrating itch torturing him finally gone.
And what with all his pondering about cum flavor and dick sucking and dogs doing what dogs do, his penis was rapidly springing completely back to life. It wasn't like anyone was coming home any time soon, so Kiba had plenty of free time to indulge his wildest, most outrageous desires for a thrill yet. A blowjob sure sounded pretty nice about now, but without a girlfriend present and not knowing how to preform the Shadow Clone Jutsu as proficiently as Naruto, Kiba was stuck with only one option to get head from. Not that that was an obstacle or problem for him. It was undeniably kinky as well, enough so that doing it might finally cool down that wildfire running rampant in his belly and douse it out with a spritz of from his 'hose.' Kiba had been feeling pretty frisky and eager since intruding into Naruto's apartment anyways, even though he had just come a short while ago his penis rapidly rose from half-mast and stiffening up again to a steel-like degree at the thought of his impending self suck. Might as well satisfy that itch completely; the pungent intoxicating smell of Naruto's underpants had gotten him close, but not quite there. If he didn't fully empty his swollen balls and get precisely the right kind of climax, Kiba would just have to do this again tomorrow to take the edge off again. Better to go all the way now so he could have a few relatively calm days where he could get by on just his normal three or so private wank sessions alone: once in the shower after waking up, once after lunch in a public restroom or out in the woods if he were on a mission, and one more for good measure before bedtime, usually while watching or reading porn in his bed. A few days of relative restraint, of not feeling so much pressure and pain that he felt like he wanted to do everyone in sight like a horny out of control mutt humping a person's leg. All that for the price of one measly time of giving himself head was a bargain in Kiba's mind by any measure.
It could hardly be called a delicate or elegant solution to the persistent problem, but it was was undoubtedly a necessary one in the end, a brash reaction to internal stimuli he had no control over for a brash boy who preferred over the top to subtle, Kiba favoring sweet efficiency and outright gratification over any presumptuous sense of prudishness or restraint. It wan an extreme method for extreme times, occasions when simply beating off just wouldn't do enough to cure his ailment.
Kiba stood before the vacant bed twisting and flexing his back, shoulders, and neck expectantly, taking the brief opportunity to stretch out his muscles beforehand; never hurt to prepare before the dirty deed, even despite his experience. Didn't want to pull a hamstring or get stuck from a cramp and have to explain that mess. The lively boy didn't need any other assistance besides a bit of stretching anymore, he had become practiced and confident enough to no longer fear getting hurt. Kiba felt a kind of giddy excitement growing in his chest all the while while he popped his joints in preparation. Self-sucking in Naruto's bed, what an absolute gas. And oh, how Kiba loved to have a good time!
To commence his descent into indecency, Kiba readily plopped back down on Naruto's springy bed, sitting opened legged so he could get better access to his privates. In an almost graceful manner one would expect from a trained gymnastic athlete Kiba looped his arms under his thighs and roughly grabbed hold of a plump ass cheek firmly in each hand, smoothly drawing his upper half closer to his lower and deftly folding himself in two like a lawn chair. His back curved forward in a way that would make ignorant onlookers wince in sympathy, but the teen felt no great pain due to his self-taught control over the technique, bringing Kiba almost perfectly face to face with his crotch in one well executed go. Years of purposeful work training his lithe, chiseled body to the max-both the normal type usual of shinobi and the private adulterous lessons he gave himself-had resulting in making Kiba extraordinarily... bendy. The rampant, acrobatic Inuzuka Style only enhanced the effect to make Kiba all that more flexible; such was to be expected in a combat form that was made up of spins, jumps, ferocious lighting quick blows, and agile capability walking on all fours even for its human adherents. Plus with eight inches of bulging man meat hanging between his knees, the distance between junk and mouth wasn't much of an arduous trek for Kiba, his natural gifts accentuated by his learned techniques.
Kiba could have easily started sucking right now; he was definitely in range to give his cock head a big kiss and this was one of the two styles of autofellatio, to simply bend forward as far as possible using sheer inertia and stretching capability until you were there, then crane the neck down and go to town, but Kiba had a personal preference for the second form, where you laid flat on your back and brought your junk to your mouth by curling your lower body above your head, the exact opposite of the first.
Kiba began the scintillating process of getting into the coveted second position, still clasping his rear tightly and rolling gently backwards to land on his back, impact cushioned by the billows stacked there, and swinging upside down with knees flung haphazardly over his shoulders, curling up in mimicry of a somersault that had halted half way through. Thighs raised and pushed up to his shoulders to get better access, flipped end over end like a twisted up mess, Kiba was quite a sight to behold. The pillows behind Kiba's neck helped relive the pressure of his body weight pressing down on his upper torso, most of it resting on the dog boy's neck and shoulders. Kiba's muscular legs slumped over his limber form and he pulled them up all the way over his head in an impressive display of youthful flexibility so his neck lay cradled on the pillow and spine curved inwards and upwards to his lower portions which hung in the air over his head, bending himself neatly in half so Kiba could greet his nether regions properly. Kiba contorted carefully yet swiftly, pulling insistingly but not roughly on his thighs to get that last necessary inch of room until his long legs were fully over the limber guy and the soles of his feet hit the wall behind behind the bed to prop his up, adding an extra degree of balance and stability to the move which would make the vigorous kind of blowing Kiba had inn mind much easier.
Kiba's stiff package was now mere inches from his watering mouth drooling at the meaty splendor tantalizing his appetite, come face to face his with own stiff manhood. The abdominal muscles were constantly contracting and stretching while the boy fumbled and inched to get the precise elevation, allowing for the remarkable contortion of his ribs that seemed nearly impossible-Kiba had to admit he was surprised when they didn't break under the tremendous strain the first time he tried this, it sure as shit felt like they would snap back then! But every part of his body, ribs included, now worked in union to get him correctly lined up without many qualms or complaints. This was the beauty of the second form of self-sucking; Kiba wished he could show everyone so they could appreciate it as much as he did.
The compromising position left Kiba's pert ass thrust up in the air higher than the rest of his body like he were a mindless bitch consumed by heat and enticingly presenting his exposed rump for an alpha male to come breed his tight butt hole. As an Inuzuka familiar with these matters, he couldn't deny there was a somewhat similar silhouette between the two postures, a kind of submissive posing, which was kind of a turn on to be frank. The openness and vulnerability he felt when tangled up like this really got at his exhibitionist traits, got the ball rolling on that arousing undercurrent of thought.
Oh dear lord, the smell! With his crotch now so close to his delicate nose, Kiba could acutely sniff his own scent wafting down on his face. His forest of thick curly pubes and moist sweaty scrotum and dried remnants of cum from the previous orgasm intermingled playfully, it was a noxious smell that often went unnoticed to the boy-he had learned how to tune out his own scent-but from up this close it was so pungent and unavoidable, boy did it ever reek in a good way. The teen pulled himself down the remaining way until Kiba's dick bumped into his nose and then nuzzled his sniffer against the sensitive light-pink head tenderly in greeting, balancing his shaft on the tip of his nose like a dog with a treat placed on his snout, each a bone both the canines were waiting impatiently to devour. Kiba had a set of what you could call 'low hanging fruit' on him which cascaded down just after his two appendages had met, falling to cover the bottom of his shaft and hanging threateningly over his brow. Big, hairy, and prohibitively saggy, the loses testicles swayed and bounced in reaction as Kiba went about his work, drooping over his face so he could sniff them prominently. With his nose almost implanted into his chestnut brown pubic hair, Kiba deeply inhaled his own sultry musk directly from the source along his shaft and shuddered. This was what a man smelled like, a man in the prime of his life and inflamed with lust, his own hormones to mate detectable as they leaked from his pores. The horny mutt man murmured a husky, aroused growl of impatience as he drank in the scent of himself, waiting for the signal to gobble up his tasty fleshy treat.
Beginning business unceremoniously without unneeded pomp and circumstance, Kiba removed his prick from its resting place balanced on his schnoz and gave the gushing tip an abrupt affectionate smooch, like one would give a close friend or loved one, staining his lips with a dribbling bead of pre which he slurped off. Kiba just had to let his darling penis know how much he missed it, how long it had been since the last time the two of them met; what a fond reunion this was for the separated lovers! After all, what guy didn't view his rod as one of his closest and most intimate of compatriots? Akamaru, Shino, Hinata, Naruto and of course he couldn't forget his own bossy single-minded pecker, these were Kiba's best friends, always there when he needed them most-and sometimes when he didn't need them, but they badly wanted attention. Kiba almost wanted to flirtatiously chat up his own cock, mirthfully say 'Hey there pal, how ya' doing?' or something ridiculous and dumb like that as he locked eyes on his long lost buddy who had waited too long for his time in the sun.
The chaste kiss, almost romantic in its integrity, quickly turned into something much more appropriate for such eternally cozy partners in crime, a sloppy open mouth slob-fest allowing Kiba to lick up the small sputtering shots of pre-cum streaming from his tip. It was more akin to making out than actual fellatio, hectic and disorganized as he slobbered all over the tip with conniving tongue spreading his spit around, boy and ding dong swapping fluids just like in a french kiss. Kiba pressed the burgeoning rod to his puffy receiving lips in more simultaneously sensual and frenetic action of endearing oral salutation, coaxing a string of syrup-like substance onto his pursed lips.
Streams of pre-cum flowed from the tip, a small but noticeable dousing of sexual fluid caused by poorly contained anticipation and excitement. Every time a bead of clear ejaculate formed at the entrance of his penis Kiba licked it up immediately and greedily before it had the chance to fall off, letting none of the crystalline ambrosia go to waste or escape his notice, each and every drop entering his mouth without a miss. The salty-sweet concoction made his tongue tickle pleasantly as he slurped it up. Paying particular attention to the sensitive tip, the teen was contentedly lapping up the constant flow of pre as it surged out of his stimulated urethra in a trickle of salty juices to drink. His busy tongue wiggled about tirelessly with commendable energy, Kiba poked and prodded at his own spongy dick head, caressing the piss slit teasingly with the pointed tip of his hard working tongue to entice more leakage of fluid to come flowing out, the nimble wet appendage wringing out every drop it could. Kiba continuously went about flicking the drooling slit with his tongue enticingly, unconsciously giggling at the little tickling prick he felt inside his pee hole.
The robust cock kisser then switched tactics suddenly, forming a squeezing ring with his finger and thumb around the base of his protracted prick to keep it steady and lavishing long, attentive licks up the sturdy shaft as he held it in place, giving the throbbing member a moistening tongue bath not all that unlike how Akamaru had taken care of bathing his own genitals. Shaft to tip, shaft to tip, dedicated lick after lick of incredible acrobatic genital cleaning leaving the boy salivating uncontrollably, Kiba washing and scrubbing his prick with spit and tongue as trusty scrubbing instruments. Kiba traced the length of his shaft with curious, wandering tongue, licking up and down and around every available inch possible for it to reach, one nerve-packed cartilage body part twisting and curling expertly around another, hardness and taster intertwining together so tightly like long lost lovers making sweet, passionate love, refusing to untangle. The humid dampness from his mouth coated Kiba's cock with supple adulation and copious saliva, leaving his shaft looking slippery and clean and imposing this close up, sparkling like newly washed dishes.
Alas, even considering his stupendous natural talent, Kiba lacked all of a dog's flexibility; even after much diligent secret practice late at night, he still couldn't come close enough to licking his own nads like a canine could and likely would never be able to unless the suffering boy wanted to acquire a broken back in the process. That would undoubtedly be an awkward hospital story to tell his friends. But if he could do it, you should trust that Kiba would have been on those big beautiful balls like flies on honey, each orb getting its turn for a spit rinse in his slathering mouth. Kiba also couldn't fit all 8 inches of his sausage down the hatch, only capable of getting about two thirds inserted into his throat before his poor straining back started creaking in protest and muscles became pertinently sore, but that was a fair amount of dick to choke down in any case, more than the vast majority were able do accomplish and plenty enough for his perverted purposes. He didn't need the entire thing resting between his lips to cum, despite how much Kiba would have liked to deepthroat himself and experience a real hard face fuck to the core. Ah well, we can't get everything we want, can we?
There was something oddly inspiring about a man taking care of his own needs in this manner, a rugged independence and eccentric boldness to the deed that was admirable in a profound way. Self-reliance and perseverance were certainly attractive traits in a man, things Kiba believed he embodied and displayed with his actions in private and on the field of battle. He didn't need anyone's help, Kiba could get things done himself if need be and get them done efficiently, even if it came to these matters. He was going to suck himself dry and be proud of doing so.
There was nothing better than being able to satisfy your own sexual desires to the sordid end. On these occasions when Kiba bent backward, grabbed his hips, and pulled his crotch towards his face to settle in for some sweet sloppy self-lovin' he often took the opportunity to swallow his jizz straight from the spigot, entirely forgoing the need for a cum rag to wipe up or the trusty shot glass to drink his homemade brew; no sticky mess and no clean up required, what a great solution to an inescapable problem. There was nothing quite like a freshly brewed batch of warm cream before bedtime to help you sleep!
Finally Kiba had enough teasing and foreplay and opened his mouth wide to receive his full oral satisfaction, spreading his moist lips to allow passage and engulfing his rod into the humid cave in one big lunge, dick surrounded on all sides by the velvety smooth interior of his mouth like a pocket made especially for pleasuring huge dicks like his. Of course Kiba being extra cautious of his dangerous teeth as he went along, careful not to be too impulsive and get wounded. No one wanted an inappropriately toothy BJ and that was before considering his sharp fangs being thrown into the mix, which only made it more important to be wary. Kiba had long ago learned to be cautious with those chompers when slurping on himself. Wet, sloppy, and rough? Yeah, he had no problem with that, that's how Kiba liked it in fact, go hard go fast. But he had to be precise and careful with those pointy fangs; it hurt like hell whenever he accidental bit his tongue, Kiba could only imagine the extreme pain of biting his dick with those things. He wasn't so sure they made bandages for accidental penis bites.
Using caution to avoid any unnecessary tooth collision, his taste buds ran across the shaft as the member pushed in deeper, traveling down its length and absorbing the flavor of his skin while it passed as Kiba hunched over into a mimicry of an impressive ouroboros or infinity sign, the end and the beginning connected. Inch after inch glided smoothy across his tongue and into his hole, until he had five and a half inches sitting in his mouth and poking slightly down his throat, everything he could possibly deploy without removing a few bones to go further. The texture of slick skin sliding against his sodden tongue, every little bumpy taste bud rubbing his hardness in friendly acknowledgement as they passed by, each causing a tiny spike of heaven in his mouth, gathering up to a crescendo of explosive euphoria, the whole tactile sensation driving Kiba absolutely nuts.
Now Kiba bobbed and sucked with full force in continuous neck rotations, sending twitching schlong back and forth in his mouth as the agile teen plowed his own face with vigor, body connected together in an infinite loop of self-satisfaction that was actually pretty awe-inspiring. With his mouth preoccupied Kiba had to breathe through his nostrils in short little bursts and rough, uneven sprints-too urgent and focused attending to his dick to bother with stable breathing-forcing him to smell his own perspiration covered, pungent balls from up close with every intake, but that was really more of a treat than a punishment to Kiba and his wayward perverse nose, a delectable jazzy spice added to the already flavorful, incredible course.
A symphony of squishy, elicit slurping and smacking noises cascaded around the otherwise silent room, the beautiful fornication concert accompanied and augmented by Kiba's deep moans and short intakes of air through his nose considering his mouth was otherwise busy. The cacophonous wet slurping noises broke the dire silence while heavy male pheromones poured from Kiba's nether-regions into the otherwise quiet room, enveloping and consuming the area with with a splendid chorus of sloppy suckling and manly grunts of exasperation, invisible clouds of musk and trace hints of semen thrown in for accompanying flavor. His mouth completely stuffed with dick, Kiba hummed merrily while he sucked and bobbed in appreciation of his own needs, the vibrations from his throaty vocalizations rippling in waves down his genitals and tickling them in just the right way, eliciting a chorus of high and low pitched suppressed squeals and howls, his voice plugged up from utterance by his prick as Kiba went about stuffing his face, lips wrapped around the engorged shaft in a perfect O to effectively wring the cum out of himself.
While puckered lips worked to take in his length and hold it in place warmly and covetously, Kiba's tongue was still nobly doing its duties almost unnoticed, caressing the stiffness with silken softness and texture, milking and wrapping and twisting around the springy head every time in came inside to greet Kiba's tonsils, grabbing as it intruded and releasing hold when it retreated. With admirable determination the limber flesh curled around the head and shaft as well, adventurously working to wring Kiba's rod dry, revolving in tiny little circles around the length.
While his tongue, seemingly with a mind of its own, did its thing, Kiba bobbed his head back and forth rapidly, downing his rod with such vigor that even he was impressed and surprised with his randy eagerness, his energetic vitality to do something most men would shy away from in revulsion-or feigned revulsion in many cases. He suckled hard like an irresistible vacuum, latching onto the member tightly and refusing to let go as it stayed suctioned in his maw. Kiba's lips refused to let go of their captured prize. He realized he was kinda getting a little crazy here, more antsy than he had realized, but that's what this technique was for after all, to dispel those feelings before they built up and became a problem. So more power to him.
Kiba then began building up momentum, forcing his chassis to buck wildly into himself resulting in a brutal, rapacious face fuck, unrelenting in intensity. Fucking his own face with powerful angled thrusts of his hips, Kiba slammed his enlarged genitals into his receiving, surrendering mouth rhythmically, making him feel so objectified and pathetic, but the desire was just too strong to abate. He continued force feeding himself almost five and a half inches of young, hard as steel cock so ferociously that it made Kiba gag and choke slightly because of the pulverizing quickness and indifferent intensity, but even that didn't cause his assault on himself, the savage rampage a nice change of pace. He became an animal inside and out, a creature with only one objective in mind uncaring of judgement.
In this twisted up form everything was on clearly display, every intimate part of Kiba's sculpted, tan body exposed for public viewing. His nipples stuck out ruddy red and sympathetically aroused with his dick, and his cock sucking was an obvious sight, but best of all, hanging upside down wrenched Kiba's thighs open and pulled his butt cheeks precariously apart, revealing his massively hairy ass crack and the tightly clenched anus hidden within the dense overgrowth of dark brown fur. Kiba's impressive act of contortion as he blatantly engulfed his own rod even exposed his virgin pucker-with luck he would be losing his black cherry soon enough-and proved it wasn't safe from spectators as it quivered and twitched in reaction to the primo head he was getting. Sometimes sex or orgasms were so freakin' good you felt them in every part of your body, right down to your very core, this being one of those times for Kiba. He was vulnerable and in such a compromising position, he couldn't help but feel degraded and charged!
The teen could only imagine the shock his friends and relations would get if only they knew of his hidden talent. Kiba could barely contain his excitement at the thought of being watched doing something so degrading as it burst into his head, bent backward slurping noisily on his own proud pecker for all of them to see. The shadow Naruto Kiba had imagined being present while he had jerked off previously and conjured from figments to watch would gasp in shock at such a view. No no, that didn't sound like Naruto at all. He wasn't that fragile, even stumbling upon Kiba sucking himself off wouldn't be enough to phase that guy for very long. ...Maybe he would actually be impressed. Yeah, that loser was more likely to congratulate and earnestly watch Kiba in awe than act like a horrified stuck up old hag who thought boys having fun was atrocious and irresponsible. Naruto was curious and lacked many scruples, he would probably instead want to get his face up real close to the action as he could get, watch very intently as Kiba blew himself and go on about how freakin' sweet it was that Kiba could do this. The blond would probably give some humorous remark asking whether or not it tasted good-it in fact did taste good, just for the record-and give Kiba's bare ass hanging out in the air a nice hard, flirtatious slap. All in good spirit of course. That sounded more like the Naruto he knew and loved to argue with.
Kiba grunted and moaned deliriously around his pulsing dick as he imagined Naruto's hand smacking his ass teasingly-thwack!-a phantom rosy hand print stinging his buttocks and an idiotic but sexy blond cockily grinning down on him during his most shameful act ever. The power of imagination was certainly an incredible thing. If Kiba hadn't know better he would have sworn Naruto was here in the room with him, spanking his butt and flinging filthy expletives down at him in an act of pure superiority. His shameless, depraved side sure was leaking out of containment again, shaking it's ass invitingly like a street walker attracting customers. But at least Kiba could keep it hidden away here behind closed doors, where those repressed sensibilities could freely come out to play and have some time in the sun.
A loud pop and smacking noise occurred as Kiba reluctantly but quickly pulled his shaft out of his mouth, letting the hard, saliva coated member effortlessly fall out. A large mixture of spit and pre-ejaculate drooled out of the corners of Kiba's mouth and down his chin, nothing remaining to keep the overly salivating boy from slobbering on himself any longer. A single long, thin trail of saliva stuck to his penis, refusing to break, the chain connecting slimy mixture of spittle and pre-cum between ravenous maw and spit soaked wang. Between the numerous droplets of pre still ceaselessly forming at the tip before sliding lazily downwards and the thin film of spittle coating his rod, the member glistened and shone with brilliance like a jewel, Kiba opening his mouth and devouring his dewy rod with one last farewell drag leaving a sticky slimy trail behind as proof he had accomplished what few could.
Normally when the end approached the dog boy would deposit his load straight into his gullet, chugging down all the liquid love he had to offer like a parched man desperate to quench his thirst, but today he had a different idea of where it all should go. Right now he was just dying for a fresh coat of paint splattered all over his face, pure white coating and running down his features!
Kiba quickly re-positioned himself properly lest he miss the moment of opportunity, shifting his hips and pulling his hindquarters away from his face so the looming cock pulsating threateningly warning it was about to blow would have a better range of fire over the desired locations, square onto his face and into his mouth. Everything was lined up perfectly, ass and legs jutting into the air and dick pointed straight down, aimed precisely to hit the mark with efficient accuracy. Bulls-eye!
It was often called 'friendly fire' when a guy blew his load and accidentally ended up hitting himself. But it was the exact opposite for Kiba, not some gross unfortunate consequence to be avoided but an exciting moment to be enjoyed as his ropes of semen ended up right on target exactly where he wanted them to land, his blissful face smeared with his own warm, sticky load and his awaiting taste buds savoring the zesty flavor of his own cum. It wasn't all that weird; blowjobs often ended with the giver getting a thorough facial coating of hot spunk. In this case Kiba was acting as both giver and receiver, so what was the harm of getting the whole experience, rewarding himself with the natural conclusion of a well performed dick sucking? Kiba didn't mind a little friendly fire, some splash back resulting from his ministrations. In fact he thought it enhanced the experience further, made him give in deeper to his already depraved urges and instincts. The overpowering smell of seed, especially his own, it drove Kiba into a kind of mating frenzy.
Besides, Kiba was a guy that loved to get messy and dirty. Leave all that fussy and proper crap to other guys, when he got into the mood Kiba wanted to get downright nasty! Shocking experiences, pushing the boundaries-like with Naruto the other day for example-that's exactly the kind of thing Kiba relished. Sex was supposed to be degrading and filthy, with sweat emanating from every pore, authentic pants and grunts of unleashed lust unlike that fake shit you would hear in pornos, huge creampies of thick spooge oozing out from every orifice and washing over flushed skin, all manner of positions and kinks being sampled tastefully like an all you can eat dinner buffet of debauchery. That was Kiba's position on the matter at least, so he felt no shame or disgust in feeling his cock pulsate in his mouth or in experiencing the heated fruit of his loins blast all over his face. He wanted the wild and the raunchy, the stuff that was actually fun. Which was why Naruto made Kiba so excited as of late; that loudmouth was a perv too, albeit one who was much more open about his lecherous 'interests' and someone who was very open about expressing his sexuality in general. The thought of the two of them screwing around together again, dirty minded guys who both enjoyed exploring their sexuality, the mental flow of just what kinds of deliciously fun trouble they would end up in together, it made Kiba's mind race to the point that he would nearly faint!
Keeping his hard on aimed at his face, Kiba masturbated with increasing urgency, compelled to rub one out on himself. Kiba opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, more than ready for his incoming treat wherever it may land. He panted like a mutt, devolving in his lust perhaps a bit, his dark pink tongue hanging out of his mouth in expectation to taste his well earned reward, eyes tightly closed so his self-facial would continue to be enjoyable to the last moment; Kiba knew firsthand from unfortunate naive experience that accidentally getting stray jizz in your eye stung like ever living hell. Never again would he make that mistake. Besides, not seeing the precise moment of his own orgasm made the feeling of his face being pelted with thick ropes of cum that more exciting, gave it an edge, the thrill of the unexpected face full of cum.
Kiba rubbed at a utterly frantic pace, hand practically a blur with the fury of his strokes as moist tongue began lolling out and Kiba continued panting harshly like a dog trying to stay cool on a humid summer day, rapid, short, and mouth open to receive his gift.
"Nnng, fuck yeeeeah!" he groaned in sweet delirium, all but loosing himself to sexual frenzy, his rationality and sense, to heated lust, the incinerating temperature inside his body, the pulsating ferocity of the moment. His mind swarmed with a haze of swirling clouds blocking out sanity, leaving the canine dude in this state, so horny he could barely tolerate it, devolved into a mere animal satisfying himself. He knew what was coming, just on the verge of hitting the tipping point, the point of no return when he would be able to hold back.
He moaned with abandon and no restraint, low and guttural as Kiba braced himself for the explosive finale. Without something blocking them, those sounds were free to spill out unheeded. Taking no effort at all to mask his husky, load cries of bliss, they reverberated around the room in a noisy chorus; the neighbors could probably hear his mating howls through the thin walls, but Kiba really didn't give a fuck at the moment, he was far busy to care about crap like that. If Naruto got complaints about the noise that wasn't Kiba's problem. They were guttural and deep groans like those of a beast in the midst of mating season, hoarse and frantic and impassioned and territorial, low mutters of heated breeding instinct unleashed and untamed, even if it were only himself doing the ritual.
The blood surged through his veins wild and impulsive, burning him with its intensity as it carried endorphins to every part of his blistering, writhing figure. Muscles and vessels pulsated with surging adrenaline, intoxicating testosterone seeping into every inch of Kiba's hot body and urging him forward to the finale. Kiba gave it his all, putting the sum of his energy and effort into finding completion, strenuous work hoping to pay off big time very soon.
Kiba held out like a champ, but under these tortuous self inflicted conditions there was only so much he could do, so much pleasure he could withstand. The occupied teen's hasty hand wouldn't quit so close to climax and his deprived reward, his retrained inhibitions flying free and untamed. The frantic momentum could no longer be stopped or averted, his movements unbreakable in intent. it was going to happen, and soon. Breathing growing sharper, heavier, and raspier with each passing moment, body glistening with sweat forming for the strong effort exerted. It was building up to the last second, a photo finish to the end as he raced towards climax. He was at his absolute limit, the threshold of tolerance for holding back. Kiba was in the home stretch, the spectacular ending barreling down on him quickly. Now all he had to do was let go.
All at once Kiba's formerly suffering body shook and trembled in wonderful bliss, muscles contracting taught and clenching fast, joins seizing up as his body, reared end over end, locked in place and forced Kiba to deliver his entire load at point blank range to tremendous effect.
He came tremendously hard, with real force behind it as arcs of semen blasted against his body. Kiba was surprised he could summon up that kind of volume and power after the last cumshot, but he was more than happy with the work. It was an explosion of wet warmth spraying across his face, rope after rope of thick baby batter cascading and raining down on his skin, showering Kiba's face with sticky raindrops of white in a stormy downpour of cum, mouth open wide expecting the massive flood and tongue extended out to catch every droplet of falling jizz that he could. Kiba was finally unleashing the untamed beast within, unloading all his spunk across his dazzling handsome face.
The first wad shot out and slapped into his chin to douse it. The second, more powerful one fired off and landed straight into his mouth, spraying across his tongue and down Kiba's mouth. The wayward third shot, thrown off by the recoil of his previous two, veered off and left a long trail of destruction from Kiba's red mark on his cheek across his closed left eyelid and up to his forehead. The fourth blasted out with force and landed with an audible wet smack as it pooled on his right cheek and the fifth shot sputtered less impressively out to soak his upper lip. A final sixth major strike landed on the bridge of Kiba's nose, but quickly fell of and separated in three or four different directions. After that no more important shots came, but a number of minor thin jets completed the work and added further flair to the masterpiece.
The depraved teen flinched reactively as the thick wads of cum pelted his face with force, eyes shut tight as the young man painted his cheeks and chin white with glee. There was so much saved up, it just spurted out more and more, firing at him like a canon exploding and leaving a big sopping mess running down his face. He came so hard Kiba was certain he would pass out, vision blacking a little as he became lightheaded and stars emerged in his eyes.
Each shot of thick semen arced over his heaving chest and came splashing onto Kiba's delighted face, proud and utterly satisfied with his self-facial as the boy covered his giddy features with all the nectar his churning globes could produce, expelling his unviable progeny in an abnormal combination display of degrading self-humiliation and narcissistic self-love.
"Huh, damn I made a mess!" Kiba declared with a snort after a quiet moment of reveling in the powerful vibes, sounding almost arrogantly congratulatory of his own sexual prowess, the liquid mass of white blobs and splotches decorating his smirking face attesting to that fact. He threw back his arms and laid back, relaxing as cum seeped over his pores and all too ephemeral pleasure steadily drained from his body, basking proudly much as Akamaru did as a droplet of semen dripped from the tip of his nose falling onto his upper lip. Cheeks, chin, forehead, all smothered in prime genetic material. Kiba only wished he had the assistance of some sexy, willing cum loving chick or a dutiful beta male under his command that he could bestow the honor of licking up the baby batter gracing his face. Ah well, he supposed clean up had to be left to him as well, not that it wasn't without its own perks.
The warm load drizzled down Kiba's face, globs of cum slowly dripping across tan skin like beads of white sweat as he bathed in the sticky aftermath of his self-fornication, awash in the blissful afterglow. It seemed like every square inch of his face was drenched with trails of sweat and cum intermingling and gliding slowly across his tan skin, face speckled with dabs of his very own genetic soup. The young man's heated skin felt sticky and wet, like it were covered in tree sap, a thick trail of sweet satisfaction dribbling out the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
At the moment Kiba felt like a birthday cake coated in manly icing, a layer of homemade shiny glaze scattered across his face and decorating his skin. His tongue went searching for pearls of semen residing around his mouth, licking them up where he could reach with the hungry curious appendage and collecting the precious cum in his mouth, swallowing it down the hatch with an audible gulp. The rest of the load splattered across his damn face that his disappointed tongue couldn't reach Kiba mopped up with those ratty old boxers of Naruto's he came in previously, fusing yet more cum into the already stuffed rag. Kiba took up the expended cum cloth in hand and used the relatively clean side to mop up the plastered jizz from his gently smiling face, the serene appearance of one who had reached a nirvana state of ecstasy and fulfillment.
The satiated young man took a silent moment to savor his own spilled fluids decorating his face, letting the tangy spunk wash over his taste buds, once again appreciating the fruit of his own loins for all that it was worth, the unmistakable salty flavor that dominated his mouth, the thick, viscous texture then slid slowly down his throat as he gulped it down willingly. He always released such big, potent loads, it was a shame that no one had ever had the chance taste one. Oh well, more for him Kiba supposed, a bit of narcissism apparent in his self-love, but then again it would be hard to resist falling into that trap when you could literally blow yourself and gain.
Allowing the acidic tang contained within his splooge conquer his senses, salty and bitter, yet also rich and hearty in flavor, the slimy, thick texture quickly overwhelmed his taste buds as it went down the hatch to nourish his belly, Kiba gluttonously downing the scattered produce to his hearts content. Noticeable hints of woody, natural flavor exemplified that this was precisely the kind of semen a healthy, strapping young man should produce, excellent in both quality and quantity. The musty, bleach like odor sprayed across his face combined with all the other prominent qualities, creating a perfect union of essence and ambiance, the perfect finish for a perfect day.
Kiba sighed wearily, expelling what seemed all the air in his body with a single very long, deep sigh from the core. He certainly felt a lot better, like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Or like when he needed to take a piss but had to hold it for so long that you thought you might explode from the internal pressure. Well yeah, this was the exact opposite of those feelings. Right now lucky Kiba was floating on cloud nine, at last completely banishing those worrisome primal instincts of arousing and mating desire, but now utterly sapped of energy and showing it. This ought to get that single-minded, demanding, rowdy bastard he called a penis to calm down and behave long enough for Naruto to come back. The atmosphere was so heavy with the aftermath of sex that it actually made Kiba a little dizzy, a whirlwind swirling around him.
Finished with his salacious feast, Kiba gently patted his junk appreciatively, similar to how he would pat Akamaru on the head after a job well done, then snickered softly at his own foolishness. His loins and brain at long last cooled down from heated delirium and painful arousal. His libido soothed, that beast inside him returned to slumber away until the next time it awoke to rampage and demand appeasement. But for the moment Kiba was relaxed and contented, keeping his promise to sate all his desires before leaving, and hopefully he would remain that way until Naruto returned to save him from this affair.
After taking a customary and necessary post-coitus leak in Naruto's toilet to clear out the pipes-during which he contemplated leaving that yellow liquid lingering there for Naruto to discover and not flushing it away, but that was a prank too mean even for him-Kiba returned to the bedroom to recover his clothes and dress so he could leave his empty palace of pleasure.
Sighing with a hint of loneliness as he returned the now moist cum rag to it's home hidden way underneath the bed and tossing the green boxers back atop the dirty laundry pile, Kiba stared longingly at the mountain of clothes with forlorn eyes, seriously considering snatching the underpants laying triumphantly at the peak and kidnapping them for his own lurid use. Naruto was pretty... oblivious, so it was unlikely he would miss a single pair of boxers. But what if these specific ones where his favorite pair or something? What if he did notice they were missing? Kiba would be in big trouble, more than he already was.
Kiba reluctantly set the underwear back down atop the pile of soiled clothes and sighed glumly, staring at them as if the green underwear were a lover he was woefully departing from for a long time. Kiba gave another forlorn sigh after clambering out the window and looking back behind him one last time, missing their stench already; he sure hoped Naruto would be back home soon.
***Bonus***
I wrote my own version of the dirty limerick "There once was a man from Nantucket" based on Kiba. It popped into my mind so I said what the heck and threw it in. ...I wrote a limerick about an anime character sucking his own dick, what the hell am I doing with my life??
Anyways, here's "There Once Was a Man From Konoha."
There once was a man from Konoha,
Who had a such really big dong,
So it was with such great luck,
That he could give it a good suck.
Y'know his is name was Kiba,
And he could never get enough,
So he flashed a big smirk,
And went happily to work.
The boy stretched out his back,
Waiting for a warm tasty snack,
And then fingered his tight hole,
Cuz' that's just how he rolled.
There was certainly no doubt,
He felt amazing inside and out,
Fingers shoved deep in his warm bum,
Sweet precum flowing across his tongue.
His hips gave one last big thrust,
Kiba knew he was about to bust!
He fucked his own mouth at rapid pace,
And at last splattered white all over his face,
He gave the jizz a hearty taste,
And let none of the stuff go to waste,
Having such rich fun,
Tasting all his thick cum.
He felt like such a whore,
Cuz' he wanted even more,
For this he could do all day long,
And never did it seem any wrong.
He was Kiba, the man from Konoha,
The guy with a great big schlong.
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The Horny Canine Boys of the Hidden Leaf Village