Prologue 1
Written and conceived entirely by Pandaman, AKA Bryce Johnson
Story copyright Pandaman (AKA Bryce Johnson) 2002, all rights reserved.

Kicking back after a long day's work was always refreshing to Pandaman. He loved relaxing with just a little bit of champagne and enjoying his settling-down time in his overstuffed chair. This was such a day.

Pandaman was a very humble panda. He was also a very ordinary looking panda - the dark circles of fur around his eyes, black-furred ears, black arms and legs with a black band around the neck and everything else white.

Tonight, Pandaman was dressed in a wine-colored smoking jacket with a purple cravat. He casually sipped from his champagne glass, enjoying the taste and the warmth that comes with just a bit of alcohol. Pandaman sighed... and then felt the urges coming on.

One of the best ways to relax and relieve stress, as is well known, is through sexual activity. Since, however, Pandaman lived alone, and didn't have a relationship going on at the moment, masturbation would have to do. He would first have to finish up the last bit of stuff he had to do online, since he knew how involved his masturbation got.

Getting up from the chair, he headed over to his computer and switched it on. Had to check his e-mail and do his online rounds.

...

Nothing interesting in e-mail, and only a few news tidbits of any interest. Only took maybe 20 minutes. Since Pandaman didn't feel as though he needed to read an erotic story to help him get off tonight, he sat back in his computer chair and got ready. His chair was a green lawnchair, so it was perfect for the bending and squirming that usually came into play.

Pandaman scooched his chair back a few notches, away from his computer desk and bookcase to his right. Still in his smoking jacket, he began to slowly untie the knot. He felt his body getting very warm by the time the knot was undone and the jacket loosened around his torso. Pandaman never wore underwear because it was unnecessary, so he began to see his penis tent out the jacket to the side before the jacket slipped off his shaft entirely.

His penis was not fully erect yet, so it arced downward but was slowly rising as it became engorged with blood. Pandaman spread his knees outward, propped his left footpaw up on the chairleg and wrapped his right one around the other leg. Carefully, he moved the smoking jacket to the side of his pelvic area, which allowed him to see his penis in full view.

Pandaman rested his right hand on his right leg, and with his left hand, began to slide down and feel his black-furred balls. He stroked them upward, against the natural flow, felt the hairs spike out and then moved them back down again. His balls fell freely between his legs and gently bounced off his butt. He worked them some more for a few more seconds, and then moved up the shaft of his penis. His right hand now took over and he slowly brushed at each side with his hand, to kinda get a feel for it.

His hand felt the base of his 5 inch penis, where the testicle sack started to form and then again moved up against the hairs to feel them spike out and then down, slightly faster, to smooth them out. His moved his left hand to press gently on the space between his balls, and he felt his testicles move to the side and touch the sides of his pelvis.

Ready to begin, Pandaman gripped the skin around his furry black shaft lightly and he began to move it up and down, feeling it stretch and bend slightly as he jerked the skin over his sensitive spots. The toes on his footpaws began to instinctively tense and relax as feelings of pleasure coursed through him. Thrusting mildly into his hand, he quickened the pace just a bit so that he could get more of the feeling.

While his right hand continually jacked his shaft off, his left hand began to probe just a bit into his butt, feeling the sensitive nerves light up upon touch. His furry pawfingers pushed all sorts of buttons down there. Pandaman's legs were straining to become more spread eagle, and as they did, his balls began to hit more of his butt. As his thrusting increased, they also bounced a little bit off his buttcheeks.

By now, the precum had long since dripped out of his warm shaft and wet the surrounding hairs. Pandaman wanted to stop and pick up some with his pawfinger to taste, but this time, he was feeling too good to stop.

Breathing heavy now, he needed to stop momentarily to open his jacket entirely. He did so, and now his entire fully nude furry self was exposed to the room around him. He sat up and dumped the jacket on the floor next to him. Then he sat back down on his nude butt and began to pump his shaft hard and quick. This is what he needed. The panda alternated between grabbing the skin and rubbing it, to rubbing the entire length of the shaft without grabbing on too hard.

This mixture of sensations from him feeling parts of his sensitive butt and feeling up his shaft that an orgasm was close. Since his left hand was now further down into his butt, he felt his balls tighten and move up towards his penis with his left arm. As the orgasm approached, Pandaman felt the juices squeezing below the surface until they finally shot out. Perhaps 4 inches into the air, large globs of cum splat out and fell forward onto his still jerking right hand. He kept on milking his penis with his hand until his balls drained of sperm and the orgasm subsided. His penis was now very tender, and in order to wipe most of the cum off, he squeezed from down below and moved his hand up one final time. As he passed the head, he shivered at how delicate it had become.

His hand now had most of the cum in it. He spread his pawfingers and looked at them. Ropes of cum hung between the fingers, sinking into his fur and into the spaces between his pawfingers. He licked up some of the ropes between, but then decided to wipe off the rest with a nearby towel.

Pandaman, now considerably sweaty, decided to put back on his smoking jacket but he left it open while his penis softened. It eventually shrunk out of view together, but as he sat back down to finish his champagne still sitting on his overstuff chair arm, you could still see it, had you been there.

But you weren't. Don't you wish you were now?

Pandaman is bisexual, so who knows what lies ahead for him? Maybe to be continued.