This puppy is horny.
Larky can’t get his mind off of it all day. The 18-year-old dog usually cums three times a day. Once before work, once during his shift (he’s used pretty much every 15 minute break he’s gotten at the movie theatre for the last year to head out back and bust one out), and once or twice before he goes to bed. He didn’t get a chance to this morning because his older brother’s friends were over and he didn’t get a chance to at work because it was soaking wet outside and the bathrooms were being used his whole break.
The poor dog’s spent pretty much his entire six hour shift with an erection. He’s spent the last 20 minutes endlessly sweeping popcorn out of an empty theatre, of course wearing his pajama bottoms that show off his crotch area the most, trying to think about anything but his erection.
It’s really difficult for him. Without any customers to attend to and nothing to do, his mind drifts back to how horny he is again and again. There’s a movie playing, some movie about baseball he has no interest in. He got leaky maybe an hour ago. Now it’s just torture. Every step he takes shifts his cock in his pajamas a little more. He has to resist the urge to whine and whimper like the doggy that he is.
It’s right around when he starts rubbing himself against the broom that he realizes he needs to find a way to cum.
He does the math in his head. He’s going to be home in an hour, but his older brother’s friend Gio is probably going to be there and Gio being there makes him nervous. It’s too wet to do anything outside and his shift lead Andrea’s been getting on his case about long bathroom breaks.
But. It’s pitch black in this theatre. And he knows for a fact there are no cameras.
It’s just him and Andrea scheduled right now, and he generally does not care what Larky does if he’s in the right room and all the work gets done. Andrea’s effectively getting paid to sit on his phone in the back room until the place officially closes, and Larky knows Andrea won’t leave that room even if the building’s on fire.
The puppy lays his broom down and finds a seat in the very back corner of the theatre. Even if Andrea did come in, which he won’t, Larky would have a solid amount of time to get everything away. He would hesitate more, but even the thought of getting to jerk off makes his cock throb with pleasure so much he can’t think about anything else. Larky checks one more time then takes a seat.
He slides his erection out of the fly of his briefs and his pajamas and holds it in his paw, letting out a loud whine by accident. He begins jerking himself off slowly, trying not to make any more noises.
If he didn’t take special care to be paying attention, he could very easily get lost in the pleasure of finally getting to touch himself. It feels mind-meltingly good. He tries not to whimper, tries not to whack his tail against the seat, tries not to cry out in pleasure. Thankfully the sounds of the movie drown out any little whimpers he makes.
Larky leans his head against the wall and goes faster. His thighs are shaking uncontrollably, ready for him to finish. He knows he’s ready to finish just as soon as he started – it’s only a matter of how fast he can move his paw.
Then, through his foggy mind, the thought of how he’s going to clean everything up comes to him. Of course he was in the process of cleaning, but all he has is a broom and a dustpan. He doesn’t want to get cum on his clothes and he definitely doesn’t want to get it on the ground or the seats, but he has nothing else to cum on.
The solution is obvious to him. He pushes his head down and lets the tip of his cock into his open muzzle. His wrist keeps slapping away at his thigh, his cock slick with his own spit.
He shuts his eyes tight. His legs shaking like crazy, he brings himself to completion, sending one shot after another of hot cum pouring down his throat. He swallows each load as it comes until there’s nothing left, then licks up the mess he made on his cock.
When he pulls away, everything’s still okay. The movie’s still playing, Andrea hasn’t walked in, and he’s cleaned up the mess he’s made.
The dog puts his cock away, satisfied. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and he gets back to work cleaning the theatre.
On the way out, Andrea tells him he’s done a good day’s work and he’s gotten much better about the bathroom breaks.