Breaking The Monotony
I feel so proud of myself. this is my second story this week. this is the least time ive had between chapters yet. although since they came out so quickly i would enjoy if people would comment to tell me how i did where i made some mistakes or just things that you would enjoy to read from me. give some suggestions as to something you would enjoy me writing about and i will think about it.
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Breaking The Monotony
1st hour
Romeo and Juliet was a... C tragedy
2nd hour
D. homeostasis
C. 11
B. regulate body temperature
B. nervous system
3rd hour
C. x= 2i + or - 1
Lunch
4th hour
This goes here, this goes there and play. Done and turned in
5th hour
HIV is which pathogen... virus
6th hour
Left, right, left, right. Air, left, right, left right. Done
"I'm done coach" I report to the instructor.
"I still don't understand why you won't join the team. You've surpassed the team captain by over 4 laps. You'd be amazing" the coach tries to coax me into joining the swim team.
"Nah, it's just not my thing" I say as I start to walk over to the locker rooms. They're empty. Not a single fur in sight. Just like I planned. I make sure that I finish far before everyone else for two reasons.
- I'm not so good around crowds, and 2. I probably wouldn't be able to keep down a boner while watching all the guys rub themselves down while taking a shower. I would instantly be labeled "that fag" by everyone in the school. Exactly what I don't want, more attention. The main reason I stay out of the swim team is because I don't want to be that guy who gets the medals and stands in front of everyone.
I get into the empty showers and take off my Speedo. I turn on the water and let the warm water rinse the chlorine out of my vulpine fur. I rub some shampoo on my fur and let it rinse off. By the time I'm already done and dressed, the swim team captain comes in and takes his shower, followed by a few of his subordinates, then the flock of other idiots unworthy of my time. I drag myself to the door so I'll be the first out and the first home. The other furs start to finish their showers and start getting dressed. I just can't help but try to catch a glimpse at some of the hotter furs in the locker room. The swim team captain himself is quite the sight not to mention how well endowed he looks.
brrrrrrriiiiinng
Finally the bell rings and this feeling of idiotic oppression ends for the day. I head home, not a long trip noting that I live right behind the school.
"Hey honey how was school" my mother asks as I step inside the house.
"Alright" I mutter as I dump my backpack on the couch and close the door behind me. "I'll be in my room if you need me" and with that I go up to my room for a night of homework and sleep. I close the door behind me; lock it so I make sure nobody bothers my "studies". I sit down in my computer chair and start to type in my laptop. Typing a novel of which I have started over a year ago and have almost 200 pages for. I make sure that no one sees it because if they do I'd probably be bothered about it, being told what to do, how weird I am for trying to write a novel at such a young age, and for the content of it. People just don't understand my thoughts. I truly feel pity for the fur who tries to read my mind. They would be emotionally scarred for life.
All I wish for is one fur that could see what I see and not lose it, a fur who shares my thoughts and who's not that bad looking either. I just wish that one day I could find that fur and everything would be alright. I start to feel a pain in my chest, a longing for that fur that will come and swoop me from this daily monotony and idiocy. I look into the mirror. Why don't people see what's under this 5' 9" fox's fur. Under these blue eyes, the black and red fur that covers my whole body. The lean muscular build of my body and the cold stare and feeling I give out is just a façade, to hide the true me. I try to keep myself out of the limelight by acting like a complete ass to people, but the main thing that I want is that attention, not popular attention, but the one on one attention that one might get from staring into the eyes of the one they would die without. I crave that kind of companionship.
I want to just lie in this bed with the one I love, nuzzling his chest fur, being held so close that were anyone to try to tear us apart nobody could. That is the love I crave. A craving, I feel sometimes, will never be satisfied. Now I'm just lying in bed dreaming of the day that some guy comes and holds me in his embrace, that will care for me when things aren't alright, and will do everything in his power to make things feel alright, where all I would really need is his presence to achieve a sense of wellbeing. I feel a fog cover my vision, my thoughts start to fade into darkness, the darkness of the sleep that I haven't had due to an insomniatic attack I've been having recently. The darkness starts to crowd over my eyes completely.
I wake up several hours later and look at my clock. 5:44. One minute before it is supposed to...
"Were going down, down in an earlier round, and sugar we're going down swingin'" my alarm clock rings playing sugar we're going down, by fall out boy. I turn it off and jump out of bed. I head over to take a shower bringing a fresh pair of boxers and a clean white shirt with me. I strip off my dirty clothes and turn on the water. I jump in a yelp at the burning hot water. I quickly wiggle out of the stream of water and turn it down.
Another horrible day.
I finish up cleaning myself and turn off the water. I take a towel and dry myself. I put on the boxers and the t-shirt. I walk out of the bathroom and back in my room to finish getting dressed. I put on a pair of black jeans, and a red and black stripped button up shirt that looks nice but its wrinkled so people don't think that I try to look nice. I comb my hair a little so it doesn't look completely horrible but I leave a bit of mess in it. I sometimes ask myself what my true thoughts are. I put so much effort into looking the way I do, but for what reason? Maybe I'm just a hypocrite.
"James it's time to wake up and get ready for school" I yell from downstairs to my little brother. His school starts about an hour later than mine so I have to wake him up when I'm almost done getting ready.
"ugh, alright just stop yelling" he groans. Both our parents have to get to work early everyday and come home really late, my mother was just "sick" yesterday.
I walk downstairs and get a bowl of mixture of frosted flakes and cinnamon toast crunch. I finish eating and by the time I do it's time for me to go to school. I grab my bag (still where I tossed it yesterday) walk out the door, and lock it. I start walking. I look at the house directly to the left of ours and a moving truck is in front. Nobody has lived in it since last year. I disregard it and continue on my way to school.
brrrrrrnnnnnggggg
The first hour bell rings and the teacher begins teaching. Her lecture is cut short by an opening of the door.
"Are you Mrs. Aviles?" a tall (well taller than me by any account) white wolf says from the door way. His fur is pure white, which I quite unusual for around here. His piercing blue eyes are wonderful and almost every other aspect of him is to die for.
"Um yes, you're who they talked about, well it's nice to have you in my class have a seat right there" she said pointing at the seat next to me. FUCK, not only is there a new face I have to deal with, but he has to sit next to me. I'm not going to be able to help but look over at him.
"Alright" he says as he starts to walk towards the desk next to me. He just sits down, takes out a piece of paper and starts to copy down notes. After a while of silence he finally breaks it. "So you have a name"
"Jude, now leave me alone to my work" I say trying to keep the attention away from me when really all I want is to listen to his brilliant voice. He does what I say and proceeds to copy down his notes.
brrrrrrnnnnnggggg the bell rings.
I get up from my seat, glad that the awkward silence between me and the mystery, nameless wolf is over until tomorrow. I get into my next class and nobodies in there except the teacher yet. I'm always the first to get into the class. I once thought that sitting in the back would keep me from getting noticed and keep the people from bothering me, but it had the opposite effect so I now sit in the very front seat whenever possible.
I get out my stuff and look to my right to have my heart almost stop.
"Hi again, Jude" he says with a smile on his face. I give a little growl.
"Hello again, nameless wolf" I say stating that I don't know his name.
"Oh sorry, my name's Caine" his voice as mesmerizing as it was originally.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, now leave me alone" I say with all the willpower in my being to push away such an adorable wolf. And again he listens. The whole hour goes by without a word from either of us.
And the same thing kept happening the rest of the day. I sit down, there he is, a greeting, and silence. He even has the same lunch as me. It's just uncanny. Finally, the last hour of the school day, P.E. I quickly get into the locker room change before everyone else and head out to start my laps. I hurry today so I will have some time to "relieve some stress" that this wolf is giving me. After I finish I get some smart remark from the coach which I didn't really listen to and I went into the locker room for my shower. I pull down my Speedos and start rubbing some shampoo on my fur reaching into every inch of my body. My sheath swollen with the thought of Caine. His body is just perfect. After being pretty much stalked I found out that he is about 4 inches taller than me. I reached my hand down to my swollen member now almost fully erect and unsheathed and began to paw it off. I closed my eyes to picture Caine, his wondrous body, his piercing blue eyes. The thoughts filled me with ecstasy.
"Someone's having fun, maybe I could join" a voice so sincere breaks my session. I open my eyes to see Caine standing right in front of me. "Don't think I haven't seen you looking at me with those brilliant blue eyes, and don't think I haven't been looking back" he says with such a smooth voice. I am completely silent in shock. He looks down at my fully erect cock and I look down at the huge bulge in his Speedo.
He kneels down to where my cock is almost touching his muzzle. He takes a small lick at the pre cum that started to form at the tip of it. I shudder at the new feeling of pleasure coursing through my body.
"agh" I moan as he licks up the length of my cock and slowly begins to put it in his maw and suck on it slightly. My mind is almost completely shutdown now where I once thought everything through, my mind is working on complete instinct now. He puts more and more of my dick into his mouth licking around it with his tongue oh so gently. I put my hand on his head, almost pressuring him to go down. He continues to descend, getting more and more of my cock in his mouth until his chin hits my balls and his nose is pressed up against my pubic fur. At this point he's almost gagging.
He starts to pull out, wrapping his tongue around my dick. I feel a little more pre ooze out into his mouth. He doesn't swallow it but instead takes it and moves it around my cock with his tongue. He goes back down sucking a little harder trying to pull as much pre as he could from me. Once he gets to the base again he pulls out and starts a steady rhythm. His tongue pressing against my cock, and my cock rubbing against the roof of his maw. I start to lose it. I begin bucking my hips into his maw with the rhythm of his sucking. Each descent more and more of this amazing foreign feeling going through me. I feel a knot start to form at the base of my cock and I feel my balls move closer to my body, I'm about to cum. I try to say something but my mind is too lost in ecstasy to put the words together into anything understandable.
"ugh..." is all I could utter out before my mind goes over the edge. I give one last powerful buck into his maw and let loose a flood of my seed down his throat. I let out a loud roar as the experience of my first blowjob just blows my mind. The roar seemed so loud that I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the furs in the pool heard it. He pulls off and a few shots hit him in the face. "sorry" I can't help but say.
"Oh, no worries, you taste amazing and you'll pay me back eventually" he says wiping the cum of his face with a finger, then licking it off his finger. He looks up at me giving me a sly smile. The smile scares me, yet at the same time it gets me somewhat excited. "You'd better put on your towel, the rest are going to be coming soon" My usual calculating mind is gone, and I do exactly as he says, grabbing a towel and heading off to change. My legs feel a little weak, but I make it to my locker and change back into my cloths. I stand in front of the door waiting for the bell to ring like any other day. "So... my house or yours" the beautiful serenade that is his voice utters out from behind me.
"Um, mine I guess" I say my face blushing through my already red fur.
"Lead the way, foxy fox" he says playfully in sync with the ringing of the bell. And thus, I begin walking the usual way home, with Caine by my side. We start talking about our like, dislikes, and everything in general. By the time we get to my house, I feel as though I've just met a copy of myself. Almost every aspect of my personality is mirrored within him.
I open the door of my house and he runs inside to explore like a puppy on his first trip outside. He starts sniffing everything and looking at everything with an inquisitive look taking count of where everything is, and what everything is. He starts to go upstairs. He first heads into my brother's room sniffing the stuff in there, then my parents room sniffing that, and finally my room where he takes more pleasure in sniffing my personal possessions probably ridden with my scent. He sniffs my bed and stops.
"Somebody has a lot of fun in this bed" he says with a grin.
"W-well, y-you know... I-I..." I stumble on my own words trying to explain the obvious musky smell of my bed sheets, made more obvious by his own sense of smell.
"No problem, I just hope that soon some of that will be mixed with my own scent" he says
"So, what do you have in mind for my... repayment"
"Your ass" he says nonchalantly
"Wait, what?" I question.
"I want your hot fucking ass" he says pulling me towards my bed. Our muzzles meet for the first time. We hold together for a while pushing our tongues within each other's mouths, tasting our saliva. "Damn! Even you saliva tastes good" he says breaking the kiss.
He lifts off his shirt as I begin to unbutton mine, my fingers stumbling to get it off. He then helps me by unbuttoning the remaining buttons. I start to take off my pants, excited yet fearful of how it will feel. By the time I take off my pants, and my cock is already hard and out of its sheath, his pants and briefs are already lying on the floor. He pushes me onto the bed and lays me down. He then sits on top of my chest. He leans down and reconnects our lips causing my cock to twitch with anticipation. He moves down, rubbing his cock and balls against mine, making me shudder with the second time somebody has touched me intimately. He pulls gets to the edge of the bed and pulls of my last article of clothing I had on. He positioned himself so that his cock was just outside my virgin tailhole.
"I'm not going to lie, this is probably going to hurt like hell, so if it becomes too painful don't be afraid to tell me" he says reassuring me. I nodded giving him the go-ahead. I feel his cock press against my hole, fighting to be let in. He spits a little in his hand and rubs his cock with it for lubrication. He proceeds to try again. This time it gets in, but not without a fight. I start to wince a little at the pain of it.
"gah..." he groans pushing further and further in. He starts to pull out a little then slams back in as I feel the base of his cock hit my cheeks. The pain of the whole things is just horrible but is masked by the general pleasure of it.
"nyahh" I moan with both pain and pleasure.
"you okay?" he asks sincerely.
"yes, please don't stop, I could take it" I say begging for him to continue to give me this new found pleasure. He starts to hump me in rhythm, each time he pulls in and out becoming more rapid. I can't help but moan with every time he pushes in. I start to feel his knot forming against my ass. He keeps humping me as I start to paw myself off. He waves my paw off and takes over. He continues to stroke me until I feels as though I can't take it anymore, and by the expression I see on his face he's about to cum also. It would only be about a few more humps until we both cum. My knees begin to buckle and my mind once again becomes empty and completely based on instincts. My moans become more rapid as do his humps.
"Fuck I'm going to cum" he says as I nod showing my approval. A few more powerful thrusts and he shoves his knot into me, letting loose a torrent of his seed into me. He paws off for a little longer and I cum on my chest and a few shots even make it to my face. He leans over me and licks it off me. He falls over the side of me and just lies there looking into my eyes. The thing that I, at one time, could only dream of happening is now happening. I feel myself fall asleep much better than I had the night before, having a peace in mind.
"I love you" I whisper to the sleeping wolf before me.
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