Fond Memories
Well, here is my second story on Yiffstar. This one was singly inspired and I wrote it from beginning to end. The last story I had was inspired by a post on Furcadia. There is alot of me in this one, as one of my friends had truthfully said. Tell me what you think! Email me at [email protected]
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The low rumble of traffic going by down below outside of his apartment is the only thing besides the silence as Gavin sleeps uneasily in his bed, sprawled out under his covers. The window in his bedroom lies partly open, a gentle yet chilling breeze blowing in, the long white curtains moving in the wind. Gavin whimpers softly and turns onto his side as he rests, his paws up against his chest, legs also slightly against his chest. A single tear runs down his face as he wakes up slowly, opening his eyes. He first sees the window, the curtains covering up most of the view he has, a tall office building looming in the bright lights and shadows of the city. The wolf brings his paws up to his eyes to rub them, then stretching his arms out to yawn as he turns to lie on his back. He looks up at the ceiling a while in a sleepy daze, thinking of the dream he had just experienced.
Gavin murrs gently as he shifts his hips slightly, his erect maleness sliding along the fabric of the blanket covering his unclothed figure. All of a sudden his mind slips from sadness to arousal as he closes his eyes, thinking about the time when he was with his mate Matthew, his whiskers always slightly twitching as he purred, his feline body always driving the wolf insane at the attractiveness of his lover. He thinks of their time together and the love they shared, and slowly Gavin begins to think of their yiffs. A small grin forms across his muzzle as his left paw slowly slips down his chest until it reaches his hard member, letting a finger probe it gently as he thought of his mate slowly stripping him. He lets out a soft moan as he imagines his mate kissing his neck deeply as his lovers paw would slowly take hold of his length and give it a gentle squeeze before beginning to slowly stroke him off. Gavin lets his paw hold his member firmly, trying to recreate the way his mate had done it, murring in delight at the feeling as a small dab of pre leaks out onto the head of his shaft.
Gavin lets his thumb run over his shafts head slowly, picking up the pre and spreading it along his shaft as he begins to slowly paw himself off. He continues to picture his mate pawing him off slowly as he makes out with him, their bodies close and warm as Matthews shaft grows. Gavin imagines his lover quickening the pace, and as he does this his paw also grows in speed, moving up and down along the length within his grasp. He murrs from deep within his chest as his hips occasionally move upward slightly into his paw, yiffing the hand as it works him closer and closer to orgasm. In his imagination he now watches his mate slowly go down to his warm shaft and slowly take it deep within his hot, wet muzzle, the familiar tongue working it's way along the bottom of his cocks head, making the wolf squirm in pleasure. He imagines Matthew continueing to paw him off as he bobs at the same pace up and down the upper part of his shaft.
Gavin slowly pushes off the blanket with his free paw as the other begins to quickly move along his length, making him pant softly into the cold air of his bedroom as another small amount of pre leaks down from his member's head onto his paw, allowing him to stroke with even more vigor. His fur is brown, almost black in the darkness of the room, his body slender and subtly muscled. His hair is a darker brown than his fur as a few strands cover his forehead, ruffled up and wild. Within his mind his mates pawing of him hastens, the muzzle moving along his firm shaft, the tongue licking frantically around his head, the thought of it making Gavin whine in pleasure. He starts to thrust rhythmically to his paws movements, panting a bit heavier now as the wolf paws himself off. His thoughts drift to another time with his mate, straddled down by him as he stroked his feline off, watching the look in Matthew's face as he knew he was going to orgasm, making the wolf lick his lips both then and now as he remembered the cum splashing across his chest, some of it hitting him in the face as his mate shot his load all over him.
Gavin moans deeply as his body tenses, now letting his paw quickly go up and down along his pounding length. He murrs deeply before emitting a loud moan as he remembers as his mate once sucked his hard shaft, building him closer and closer until finally, in his memories he had orgasmed, his mate swallowing his wolf seed for the first time. This image brought the wolf over the edge as he howled, his head leaning to the side against the pillow as his member began shooting, the first load landing on his neck, the member quickly pouring out his wolfen seed, splattering across his chest as his pawing eventually slowed, the orgasm now sending his seed down onto his paw, leaking out as he gives his member a few firm strokes, the rest of the substance adding to the large amount already covering the panting wolf.
He murrs gently, slowly catching his breathe as he rests on the bed. In all his lust and in all his pleasure, thinking about how he and his mate had so much fun together, and beyond that, the love they had for each other, he moved his seed covered paw away from his now limp shaft as it snuck back into his sheath as he began to cry. With the clean paw he covers his face, crying softly as the tears run down from his eyes, down onto his cheeks. Eventually he manages to fall asleep, having the same dream of his mate, making him toss and turn violently in his sleep. He dreamt of the time when his mate Matthew was alive, which always made him forget how lost and alone he was in the world without him.