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Hey All this is a repost of an story i did last year. I have revised and altered the story so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it.Thanks to CJ for doing the editing on this. Please leave a comment and vote. Part 2 will be posted in the next couple days.

Now here is the warning This story contians acts of a homosexual nature between two males. If this is something you do not like leave now. Tho if you like taht stay and enjoy.

Stealing a Kiss

Part 1

A half asleep lupine stares at his alarm clock, his vision blurry, waiting for it to tick over to eight am. Finally, after what seems like forever to the half asleep lupine, his alarm goes off at a blaring volume.

"...rning Hiskerville College!" screams the radio, the voice being that of a perky host who seems to love mornings. "It's time for the morning news. Our top story this morning; another student was attacked last night. The student is in crit..."

The wolf had dragged himself out of bed far enough to turn the annoying alarm off. Slowly, he pulls himself back on to the bed and sits up, yawning loudly. ‘I don't know why I set that alarm every morning; I always get up before it,' thought the lupine.

Slowly, he stands up and stretches, hearing several bones pop and crack as he relaxes and starts rubbing his eyes. He walks over to his laptop and lifts the lid, waiting a second for the computer to pull itself out of hibernation mode. Once he is sure the computer is loaded and logging him in, he reaches for the back of his chair and grabs his boxers and pants and slides them up. Walking over to his closet, he grabs his face cloth and heads for the bathroom.

Opening his bedroom door, he starts walking to the bathroom when he hears a noise from the other side of the apartment. He stops and waits a few seconds, then around the corner comes his roommate; Jeff, a cheetah. He waves, then mumbles, "mmm...Morning," stifling another yawn. Laughing quietly to himself, he turns back towards the bathroom.

He steps into the small, cramped bathroom and closes the door behind him, making sure to press the lock in on the door knob. Turning to face the toilet, he undoes the button and zipper on the front of his pants, reaching in and fishing his pride out of his furry sheath and aims it at the porcelain bowl, reliving himself with a slight smile on his muzzle. After he is done, he tucks himself back in and hits the plunger, flushing the yellow liquid away, and then turns on the spot to face the mirror.

‘I look like shit. Look at my fur is sticking up all over the places,' he thinks while looking into the mirror. He's an 1.82m arctic wolf, pure white fur form the tip of his ear to the tip of his tail. He wasn't built, but he wasn't fat, either; he was in that middle ground between the two. He rather liked his appearance.

Turning on the taps for the water, he put the face cloth under the cool water. Squeezing some of the excess water from the face cloth, he proceeds to wash his face, paying extra attention to his eye to help get the morning "gunk", as he calls it, out of his eyes. As the face cloth moves from his eyes, he leans back and takes another look at himself in the mirror, grunting. Satisfied that his head fur had been taken care of, he unlocks the bathroom door heading back to his room.

Closing the door behind him, he looks down at his laptop which has logged back on to MSN for him, checking to see if there is anyone online worth talking to this morning. Seeing that there isn't, he grabs his brush and turns on the TV at the end of his bed while he gets his fur to lay flat again. Laughing at a particular funny commercial, he starts hearing this "hummmmm" sound form his desk, looking over to see his phone dancing around on the surface of his desk. Picking it up, he notices the Caller ID reading ‘Home'. Grunting, he hits the accept button,

"Hello Mom," he states, knowing no one else from home would call him so early. "Hey, hun, just calling to let you know I sent you that money for the week."

"Thanks mom," I respond.

"Love you son, talk to you later, I got to go."

"Thanks again mom, love you."

"Love you too," and with that the line went dead. Tossing the phone back on his desk, he finished brushing his fur.

Looking at his clock again he realizes he been watching TV for over a half hour and only has twenty minutes to finish getting ready and over to the college for his first class. Rushing now to get himself a drink from his mini fridge, he gulps it down chocking slightly as some of it goes down the wrong pipe. Rushing as he goes to the closet and grabs any shirt and quickly throws it on. Grabbing his tooth brush and tooth paste he heads back to the bathroom, just as Jeff is leaving the other one.

"Morning Fisk," Jeff says.

"Morning man. How did your date go last night?" Fisk asks raising his voice so he can be heard in the tiny apartment's living room.

"Not bad, gotta another one tonight."

"Nice. You're really falling for her aren't ya?"

"Maybe," Jeff replies with a huge smirk on his face.

Spiting out his mouth full of tooth paste, Fisk proceeds to rinse his mouth. Getting a strong whiff of chlorine from the water not to mention the taste of it as he rinses his mouth. Standing up and staring into the mirror again he notices the disgusted look on his muzzle from the taste and smell. 'I really hate the taste and smell of chlorine. Wish they would use something else in the water.'

Heading back to his room he grabs his keys, cell phone, wallet, wrist watch and mp3 player. Heading back out he pause only for a second to make sure the door to his room is closed and locked. When living in a college dorm with five other guys that share the same apartment you make sure your room is locked if not you are just asking for something to be stolen.

Exiting the door of his apartment he gets a whiff of the usually drugs and alcohol smells that hang around a college dorm. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he starts rushing down the stairs dodging vomit from last night's drinking parties. I hate living on the top floor of the dorms. More stairs to go up and down, and after every Thursday and Friday nights I have to dodge vomit tell maintenance get here to clean it up, he think angrily.

He stops as he reaches the bottom of the stairwell to put his headset on and set his mp3 player to random. Dropping the player into his pocket he heads out the front door and starts walking to the song Riot by Three days grace. Heading at a brisk pace to the college with his head down listen to the music.

About halfway to the college he notices a large group of furs on the path, since he is not too fond of large groups he starts to walk around them. Suddenly he hears a high pitched yelp over the music he got pounding in his ears. Looking up suddenly he hears it again coming from the center of the circle. He slowly starts walking toward the circle wondering if someone is hurt.

He starts pushing himself threw the bodies tell he gets near the center which he notices has been left empty, with a ring of bodies around it. Looking around the center ring Fisk notices a rhino in the center saying something while pointing at something he can't see. He keeps pushing to get a better view, finial getting to the front row of spectators that when he notices a husky lying on the ground.

The husky looks like hell. He is cut and bleeding from several different spot on his body dyeing his brown fur crimson. A bit of bone has broken through the skin on his left arm and is standing at a bad angle from the skin looking like pillar leaking blood all over his fur. But of all his injury nothing was as bad as his face, he had two black eye, his muzzle looked like it was bent at a weird angle and he was bleeding from his ears which were plastered down from ether fear or blood, Fisk couldn't tell.

Shocked completely by what he sees, he stares stunned at the scene before him. After a few stunned moments he pushes his way through the last few people and runs over to the husky, pulling out his cell phone as he goes. "What the fuck do you think you're doing wolfe," hollers the enraged rhino.

Ah shit he's bleeding a lot. Ah shit, ah shit gotta call an ambulance, thinks Fisk franticly as he is dialling 911 oblivious to the rhino who is still yelling at him. "I am talking to you bitch. Are you his faggot lover? Are you a homo too?" yells the rhino working himself into a rage. "Look it here every one it is a two for one deal on fag beating today, "he gets a few laugh from the crowd.

"Hold on man," Fisk says to the barely conscious husky who is staring at him threw a black puffy eye. "Hold on I am calling an ambulance now!" "Stop fucking ignoring me fag," yells the rhino walking up behind the pair. Fisk had just finished dialling 911 and pressed send when he felt a sharp pain at the back of his skull. Next thing he knew his vision went fuzzy then black and he seemed to fall into darkness.

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Fisk slowly starts trying to pull himself out of the darkness, all he can here is beep, beep. beep. Wondering what the hell that noise is he slowly forces open his eyes. Unable to focus his eyes, slowly realizing all he can hear are muffled voice, all except that really annoying beeping sound.

Slowly very slowly he starts to lift himself up but get hit with a sudden wave of vertigo and falls back on to the pillow making his headache much, much, worse because of it. After recovering from his vertigo, Fisk blinks hard a few times trying to clear his vision. Slowly the room starts to come into focus just as he hears a door open nearby the noise level rising as it does.

Turning his head so he can see who walked in. He notices that it is a well built doberman police officer walking in with a stern look on his muzzle. "Good evening, Sir nice to see you awake," he says as he notices Fisk staring at him, "My name is Officer Matt. I am here to ask you a few questions about what happen early today. Do you feel up too it?"

Fisk ears lay flat against his head as the officer speaks not from fright but because the officer seemed to be talking really loud. "Sure as long as you whisper and tell me where I am."

"Sorry son." He says in a much lower voice allowing Fisk ears to rise again. "You are at Hiskerville Memorial Hospital. You were brought here unconscious along with a husky who was in much more series condition."

With that last statement, memories of what happen just before the blackout flooded the wolf's head. Sitting up really fast and falling down even faster cause of another wave of vertigo and sending his headache in to overdrive again. Fisk put his paws on his head and starts rubbing his skull, but instead of feeling his fur, he felt bandages. Slowly sliding his paw around his head he feels a bump on the back of his head the size of a grape fruit.

"Whoa take it easy their son you took quite a hit to the back of the head. You suffered a concussion and you are gonna have a nasty bruise." Officer Matt says lowly.

"What happen?"

"Well I can't tell you what happen before I got there but dispatch got a 911 call from your cell phone and when no one answered we used the GPS built into your phone to send a squad car your way, which was me. When I got there you and a brown husky was there. Both of you were unconscious. I called an ambulance once I got you off his body and realized how badly hurt he was. And now we are here. Now what I want to know is what happened before I arrived?"

Threw out his explanation Fisk laid there and listened. When Matt was done his explanation he couldn't stop worrying about the husky. "What happen to the husky?" asked Fisk.

"He just got out of surgery and is in the ICU. Do you by chance know his name? Unlike you he was not carrying any ID,"

"No I was just walking to school from my apartment when I saw a ring of students. I heard a yelp over my mp3 player and went to investigate. I saw a rhino in the center shooting stuff but I couldn't hear him over my music. Then I noticed the husky lying on the ground bleeding. I ran over to him and started dialling 911, and then ...... and then....... I don't remember everything went dark and I woke up here with a splitting headache."

"Hmm," was all Matt said while writing everything Fisk said down on his notepad. "When I got there, there was no one in sight. Do you remember what the rhino looked like?"

Fisk screws up his face in concentration. "No. Sorry." He says letting out along sigh of frustration at his headache not allowing him to remember the rhino more clearly.

"It's alright no problem; if you remember anything else call me." Matt steps forward and hands Fisk a small card with his name and office number on it. "Well thank you for your help in this matter. The doctor told me to tell you that you should be good to go home tomorrow."

"Thanks. Can you do me a favour?" asks Fisk quickly as the dobermen is about to head out of the room. Matt stops and turns around, "Sure. What is it?" Fisk gets really nervous, "Well... ummm......Never mind."

"Alright. Get better now." Flashing Fisk a quick smile and waving goodbye Matt leaves the room. Leaving Fisk alone with his thoughts and that annoying beeping sound of the heart monitor.

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A week or so later Fisk was sitting in his room in front of his laptop talking to two of his friends who were bugging him about his non extent love life, when he heard a knocking at his door. Forgetting that none of his roommates were home he ignored it. When the knocking continued and grew louder, he realized he was home alone and got up to answer the door.

Padding down the hall thru the living room and the kitchen to the front door, opening the door he found himself looking into deep green eye. Completely entranced by these eyes he stood there with his muzzle hanging open. His thought completely gone as he eyes seemed to go on forever pulling him in deeper. "Umm.... Hello," said the fur nervously rubbing his one arm.

Shaking himself mentally Fisk pulled himself out of his stupor to realize that it was the husky from last week's incident. Fisk quickly looked the husky over and couldn't help to think the husky was extremely good looking. He was around the same height as Fisk he had a nice dusty brown fur and well toned build. But it was the eyes that most attracted him to the husky.

"Hi," stammers Fisk. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me last week," stated the husky. "No problem," Fisk said as he took another look at the husky, noticing that his left arm was still in a cast and that he could see bandage peeking above the collar of his shirt. "And I was wonder if I could take you to the movies with me and my friends as a way of thanking you?"

Taking completely by surprise Fisk stammered out his reply "Uh. S..s...sure but um I d...d...don't even know your name." He said blushing a little turning his cheek fur slightly pink

The husky just smiled and said "It's Chris."

"Oh. Hi Chris my name is Fisk."

"I know." Chris said with his smile getting even wider.

"Uh. How did you know and better yet how did you find me?" asked Fisk. "An officer told me your name when I woke up and said that you had saved my life. As for finding you all I did was ask my friend who works in the main office at the college to get your local address for me. I was excited to find out you lived in the same dorm as me." Chris ears all of a sudden laid flat against his head and his tail that was waging just seconds ago tucked between his legs. "You are not angry are you?"

Taking by shock by the sudden shift in attitude, Fisk reaches out and places his paw on his shoulder, as his paw rest on the husky shoulder he starts to feel this tingling sensation where his paw makes contact with the other fur. "No I am not angry." Fisk says reassuringly.

Chris perks up right away and gives Fisk a one armed hug, which he breaks the moment he realized what he did. Fisk can't believe the husky did that or how good it made him feel to be hugged by the canine. "Sorry," said Chris really fast. "I didn't mean too."

"It's ok I didn't mind," Fisk says after the shock wears out. "Um when is that movie you want me to go see with you and your friends?" Asking nervously as he starts to rub his arm fur gently his tail wagging at the prospect of going to the movies with this husky.

"It's tonight at 7pm at the cinemas on Hunt Street," Chris said with the smile starting to return to his muzzle.

"Alright I will see you there."

"See you later then," and with that he turns and head to the staircase with his tail wagging franticly.

After Fisk closed the door to his apartment he couldn't stop the huge grin that was on his muzzle as he thought that he had just been hugged by the cutest husky that he ever saw. As her walked back to his room his tail looked like a blur, but when he got back to his room he couldn't stop the doubts that creep in to his mind.

What if I am reading too much into this? What if he is not gay? What if he is just being nice? These thoughts always came into his head when someone was nice to him; they always made him nervous and made him too scared to take a chance.

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At five o'clock he said goodbye to his friends on msn who had kept pestering him for details on the husky ever since he told them about him, and got up to have a shower. Grabbing his fur shampoo and a towel he heads to the shower.

He turned the water on and while letting it warm up he slid off his clothes in the cramped space a placed them on the counter in a messy pile. He quickly sticks his paw into the shower to test the water and found it to his liking he climbed in. He started to let his mind wonder at the same time the water started to penetrate his thick fur.

He couldn't stop thinking of the husky as he started to rub the fur shampoo into his fur. He started to imagine that it was the husky scrubbing the soap into his fur. As he got lower and lower he started to feel a familiar tingling in his sheath. A small smile playing around his muzzle now as his imaginary husky started smiling in the same way. Chris slowly cupped the lupine furry balls and rolled them in his paws. Fisk couldn't stop a whimper from escaping his muzzle as the imaginary husky continued to tease his sheath with a claw drawing little circle on the base of his sheath. A low growl escape his lips as the paw is removed but is quickly replaced by whimpering again as he felt the husky tongue teasing the tip of his man hood as the other paw went back to work on his furry balls. The husky kept teasing the wolf's cock out of the sheath inch by slow inch tell eventual the entire eight inches were out he stopped licking which provoked another growl from Fisk but he just smiled up at him as he started taking the member it to his muzzle. Fisk couldn't believe how great that muzzle felt as the tongue explored every center meter of his member as it sunk into that warm awaiting muzzle while another paw played with his furry ball sack.

He could feel himself starting to buck his hip into the waiting muzzle of the husky which just looked up to him with those same green eyes he loved so much. He could feel his knot starting to grow and he felt the husky muzzle start to suck faster just like a pup on his mom tit. With his knot now full formed it was the size of tennis ball, he felt the paw that had been playing with his balls let go and start to squeeze his knot. Fisk couldn't take it anymore he felt his sack draw up too his body just as the muzzle took him to the hilt and the paw squeezed his knot hard. He came stuffing his head in his arm pit to muffle the howl as his seed hit the shower wall. His imaginary husky fading away as he felt the best afterglow he has felt in a long time.

Breathing heavily the water hitting his back Fisk slowly opened his eyes and is startled at the amount of his seed slowly dripping and oozing down the side of the shower stall. Smiling to himself as he realized that was the most seed he has ever shot. Slowly his pride sliding back into his sheath as he resigned himself to wiping his seed of the wall, his paw slowly scoping up and wiping all the spunk off the wall, he slowly raises it to his muzzle and start to lick his paw clean murring at the warm salty tangy liquid slowly rolled down his tongue and into his stomach. Satisfied he had got every drop of cum of his paw he grabbed the bottle of fur shampoo and started to slowly work it into his fur.

After finishing washing his fur, Fisk turned the water off and shock vigorously to get the water out of his fur. He stepped out of the shower and looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but laugh as he saw himself. All his fur was standing up and he looked like a giant fuzz ball. Chuckling he dried himself off, brushed his fur down, wrapped his towel around his waist and grasped his old cloths and headed to his room, with the biggest grin on his muzzle still basking in the afterglow and the thoughts of the husky.