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With the distant cries of birds and the rustling of trees, Crash had ventured deep into the jungle alone. He had another adventure under his belt and all problems that came with them were taken care of. Not only did the setting do well to calm him down after it all but it provided much cover, being far enough for him to be as loud as he liked. With his upper body already uncovered, the bandicoot's hands moved down to his shorts. A shiver of excitement came as they slid down. Almost immediately, his loins came into view. Bouncing against his furry balls was his prominent cock, both lengthy and thick. Cortex was sure that he was a failure but in more than a few ways, the bandicoot turned out a complete success.

A sigh came from him, just enjoying the cool breeze that met his nethers. It had been some time since he got to do this, having to put everything on hold to save the island and his friends yet again. How long had it been, Crash had no idea. All he could think about was how much he had looked forward to this. The moment he could, the bandicoot slipped away, making a mad dash for his secret place. Even if the others noticed, he was already long gone.

Lying back against the smooth bark of a tree, he let his shorts fall down his ankles, stepping out of them. Save for his fingerless gloves, the orange mammal embraced full nudity. Just feeling the cold when caressing his lower half, Crash felt himself stirring. Looking down at himself, he watched his shaft slowly hardening, plumping up before it started to rise. The pulses became stronger and with them came a feeling that made his breathing pause for a moment. His body was flared up in anticipation, the length standing erect, pointing outwards and bouncing a bit. It almost looked out of place, as if it belonged to someone else. But anyone who saw him get erect would find out that he was a true grower.

Another hard throb caused his shaft to swing upwards, thumping against his stomach, flinging a rope of precum across his belly fur. Biting a lip, Crash looked down at his massive maleness. This was a form of foreplay in itself, just watching his cock idly throb, bounce, and leak. It continued to rise and smack of his upper stomach, streaking that and his pecs with his own precum. It was still growing, just a bit more. The last few inches came and the bandicoot's cock was now fully touching his chest, the tip resting and leaking between his pecs.

Sliding down the trunk, he came down to lie on the soft grass below. Being rather flexible, it was no trouble at all to touch his nose to his own cocktip, sniffing at the powerful scent that wafted from the massive meat. Lungfuls of it were taken in all at once. Shudders racked his body and his eyes rolled. Still taking whiffs of it, Crash started to drool. At least days dedicated to the mission paid off. Days without a wash got his cock perfectly rank, even more than the rest of his body. Sweat and precum glazed the tip of his nose and his lips, keeping his head hazed and his mind spinning. Though a benefit came in the form of strong musk, he couldn't wait any longer.

While still taking a long whiff of his own strong smell, Crash's hand reached down, giving a tug to his foreskin. He shuddered from the pleasure it brought him. Moving that same hand even lower, his orange paw began to massage his plump and sweaty balls, a rush of excitement came upon grazing his fingers through the damp fur. When trailing back up, his other hand joined in, both tugging the sweat-dotted shaft skin upwards, engulfing the thick tip. After pulling it down, one hand remained high, giving a squeeze that brought a sudden spurt of pre that splattered against his chin.

A chuckle came. The sticky feeling was enjoyed and was also taken as a sign to go further. With one hand kept to the lower half and the other kept on the upper shaft and tip, Crash began to finally jerk himself off. While pumping and squeezing, his body shifted again, using the tree to assist him. The tip pressed to his lips again, a muffled moan came as his tongue tip lapped at the opening. The pleasure that followed brought direct spurts of hot pre that oozed over his tongue and down his throat. It was only now that Crash realized how much he missed the flavor. Along with the bitterness, there was a sweet undertone, a product of all the wumpa fruits he indulged in. Squeezing at the base and pawing at the fat balls caused extra powerful squirts that flooded his maw, excess leaking from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.

The tip popped from his mouth, followed by some deep gasps. His cock was throbbing harder than ever and the feeling of need was almost too much to endure. Changing position, the bandicoot was against the tree again. This time it was his lower half. He used it to lift and fold himself, being flexible enough to hold himself that way for some time. Now his cock was pressed firmly to his lips. While it jerked and leaked, his tongue began to lap at the cocktip. He cleaned away the sweat that coated it, shivering when he reached into the foreskin itself, swirling it around slowly. The taste and smell was much stronger there, immediately coaxing him to put more effort into it, anything to get more pleasure, more of that flavor, and especially more of his intoxicating stink.

Gripping his legs and pulling them downwards, Crash forced his cock into his mouth. It was a tight fit but he managed to take it, moaning around the fat shaft. It pressed his tongue down, sliding right over. There was a bit of resistance but with a push from both his arms and a surge upwards of his head, the length plunged down into his throat. Being met with the tight hold of his own windpipe, the bandicoot immediately started to hump.

The thrusts that came were fast and strong, forcing his own throat to stretch, accommodating the heavy meat. Sweat and precum slathered over his tongue, keeping the flavor strong on his taste buds and the speed of his bucks continuously poured the thick and musky fluid directly into his stomach. Seeking out as much pleasure as he could, Crash thrust into his own throat, feeling it bulge from the sheer thickness that stuffed its way inside.

Basking in the pleasure, licking hard and bobbing his head, the bandicoot caressed his shaft with hard swallows, making the passage even tighter. Heat from his pre spread out from his stomach, bringing him a great sense of comfort. He pushed himself to the limit, groaning around his large cock. Doing so sent vibrations through the length. At a point, enough was shoved down, leaving his hands free to rub and knead at his balls again, smearing the wet that clung to the orange fur to his own fingers. At this point, his own smell was hanging heavy in the air and just sniffing was enough to fill his nose, giving him that sense of sexual high.

Just a bit more brought him close to his release. Knowing his limits, he reluctantly pulled his cock out of his mouth. Panting hard, he kept the tip close to his mouth, squeezing at his cock with both hands. As fast as he could, Crash jerked up and down, feeling the pulses getting stronger and stronger under his touch.

Groaning out into the jungle, Crash finally got what he wanted, arching his back and crying out again just as he reached the limit. He felt it throb hard and swell against his fingers, a rise of bliss overcoming the moment a large gush of cum streamed from his fat tip. In his bliss, he neglected to keep his aim true. It splattered all over his chest and stomach, already weighing down and clinging to his pelt. Quickly, it was readjusted and a smile came when the next volley of bandicoot seed was sprayed directly into his mouth. The taste of it was savored before being gulped down, oozing down his throat and filling his gut.

The pleasure of finally achieving release was still building, just as more was shooting from his cock. Those churning balls of his gave plenty of fluids that glazed the grass, plants, and the bandicoot's own body, painting him in pearlescent ropes. The scent was already clinging to him, much to his own delight. Crash continued pumping and sucking on his cock until his balls could give no more. He winced from the overstimulation and finally unhanded his heavy shaft. Panting hard, he just reveled in the strong afterglow that followed. Already, Crash could feel himself being lulled to sleep. Rather than fight it, he let the warmth and weight of his seed comfort him like a blanket. After a quick nap he would be ready for a round 2...