Turning the shower on and setting the temperature just right, Mike stepped in and let the water batter his body’s stress away. His mind … not so much, for he was still mentally conflicted. Not with what ultimately happened but how it happened - a dog had licked him to orgasm.
He grabbed his body wash and started lathering himself up, concentrating on his chest where the remains of his escapade resided. By the time he got to his crotch, his mind had replayed the events and feelings in his head for the umpteenth time; causing his human-again little friend to respond despite being the one left out of the scenario. Mike closed his eyes. It was so intense, so good, so … addictive. His hands had long since given up lathering his body and was concentrating exclusively on his cock. Working the shaft back and forth in slow, deliberate strokes yet concentrating on the base. To his dismay, Mike wasn’t getting the response he was after. The pleasure level just wasn’t there. Not to mention Mike found himself missing having a knot – even though he only experienced its presence one time.
Mike made up his mind he wanted a canine (or maybe some other species) package again but was torn with what he was going to do with it. Most human women would freak if they saw one on a human man, let alone how a human man would respond, and he didn’t want to have one and just masturbate all day. Having Jake take care of him didn’t sit well with him either.
Mike decided he needed to talk this through with someone, but who. Who would be open to talking about such kinky things. He hadn’t even scratched the surface on what the Chronivac could do…