7:42 pm - Panda's Room
The blanket was getting increasingly warmer. Panda kicked his pants to the carpet as he shimmied out of his underwear. He flopped his pillows perfectly so that he could chill and lay back with his comforter up to his face. His loins grew hotter as he felt the pull from under the covers. He let his hand slide down, taunting himself, running his palm over the head. A deep sigh was muffled in the fluffy, blue comforter. A twitch jolted the covers as his shaft brushed its underside. Panda's eyes lulled shut as he slowly, but firmly palmed his cock to appreciate the surface area as much as he could. A quick run through with a paw down from his soft balls to his waiting crack cushioned between two spankable globes was in order. Panda embraced his glory in his right paw, and let his left feel around his tight ass.
Panda's breathy gusts made the blanket surrounding his face get steamier. His paw glided over the sticky wetness of his head. The opening pulsed, oozing out his luscious precum.
"Oh my god," he barely whispered, hoping for once that everyone else in the house would just leave him alone. He squeezed the thick meat and began to shift the skin back and forth.
Slam.
Grizz exploded into the room holding the latest issue of the Cincinnati Daily with some movie star standing near the river side on the cover.
"You are in no way going to believe who is shooting their new movie here-!" He did a double take.
Flashing back around, Grizz shrilled, "Dude, what the fuck, put that thing away, man!" He cringed behind the door shielding his face with the article cover.
Stopping before he spasmed his cock juice all over the floor in front of his brother, Panda leaped like he had been electrocuted and recoiled underneath his bedding.
"Oh my fucking god, Grizz, are you new to knocking? Goddammit." He breathed out, heart sprinting while his boner bumped between his legs.
"Whatever, dude, just put some pants on and come downstairs for dinner," Grizz tossed out before leaving.
Panda laid flat for a moment, his hard-on still bobbing up and down.
I might as well finish the job while it's still ready to roll, he thought.
His cock jumped in his paw as he carefully enveloped it again. The sensitivity was unreal after having to wait.
Panda's palm was so soft on his dick that he almost had a mess to clean up after just a few strokes. He slowly guided it into its highpoint, preparing the tissue that would almost certainly be useless judging by the power that was building up in his lower half.
Panda had to conceal his heavy breathing with his pillow as his cream spurted through the tissue in his hand from the buildup of his big, squeezable nutsack. He flopped down flat, his eyelids seemed to be much heftier, and his succulent cock took a second before it laid back to rest. Panda's paw rose to his face, ready to serve the sticky leftover liquid. Each pad was enclosed individually for him to tightly suck all of the cream off. After a few minutes of recovery, his body rolled off the mattress so he could throw on some shorts, and pull an aged band tee up over his head.
French toast and eggs awaited him on the table, across from Grizz who was getting all worked up over an alleged "bad call" that the ref had made against the Bengals that night. Ice and their dad payed little, if any, attention while they scarfed down their breakfast for dinner, and Panda poured some iced peach tea before sitting down to relax. The remainder of the autumn night continued peacefully.
