The Bus Ride.
Caleb was shooting the breeze with his best pals on the way home from school. It was finally Friday and that meant no practice with coach Winehart screaming his head off at him. It also meant it was a night to party, the plans were already being set amidst the mindless chatter that bounced around the bus.
"Caleb your parents drink right? What can you swipe?" Cindy asked.
"Uhhh some wine and beer I guess. They don't like the hard stuff."
"Psshhh well bring a lot okay?" She smiled at him and turned back to her friends.
Everybody thought that he was into her, but he just wasn't. The truth was Caleb didn't like cheerleaders or any of those bimbos. He'd rather spend a night shooting hoops or working on his throw. He WAS the school's quarterback and a silver wolf no less, all he had to do was dote upon the nearest bitch and he'd loose his virginity in no time. Cindy was starting to get persistent too, she was the biggest flirt of the entire school, she wouldn't be put off forever...
"Hey Caleb, watcha thinking about?" His friend Pat inquired, wrenching him out of his thoughts.
"Uhhh I was just thinking about the party tonight, should be a great time right?"
"Ha man don't give me that, you were looking all pensive and shit." Pat tried to pull of the stupid jock stereotype, but the two-dollar words let everyone know he was a nerd at heart.
"Bugger off. All this noise is giving me a headache." Caleb ran his paws through his course gray fur and leaned forward against the seat. He slipped off his letterman's jacket and pulled it over his head, he looked goofy for sure, but everybody got a kick out of that. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He'd had a lot recently, wondering why he didn't just screw one of those wolf bitches and get the deed over with. His school was "species specialized", wolves only, so it wasn't like there was a lack of compatible mates. Still, he had feelings, they just weren't for the bitches. He had dozens of crushes, and they made him miserable. Who would understand that the ThunderWolves' quarterback just happened to like guys? Not just any guys, In fact they were the last guys he wanted to have feelings for: Nerds. He huffed a big wolfish sigh into he jacket and lost himself further into his thoughts.
"Wesley now there's a guy I could like." His inner-monologue began. "He's just so goofy and likable. Gawd, and he's so slender, and that pale brown fur, he's like a creamy coffee colored dream." Wesley was a runner, Caleb liked runners. So slender and soft and beautiful. Wesley was shy too, and mysterious, but oh so beautiful. Just thinking about his wishful lover brought a goofy wolfish grin to his face and a hardness between his legs. "What's he into? I know he's not into contact sports, how silly. What does he do all the time?" The more he thought about him the more he thought about his body, the slender arms, the toned muscles and six-pack, those skimpy track shorts. He wasn't even full wolf, probably a half-breed, he was so petite, but from those skimpy shorts Caleb knew he wasn't ALL small. "Ohhh my Gaw...." The combination of the bouncing bus and his own excitement had been a bit too much. He'd just creamed a bit in his jeans, no more than a dribble, but he knew he'd better calm down fast.
"Hey Caleb! Taking a nap?" Somebody swatted the jacket off his head, revealing his blushing face. Thankfully his coat fell unobtrusively around his waste.
"Patrick I told you to leave me alone!" He growled.
"Chill man, just letting you know that I'm bringing the good stuff tonight. I'll see you." With that Pat bounded forward as the bus slowed to a halt.
"Wait until we're fully stopped." The driver gruffed, but Pat was out the door without even a glance.
Caleb looked around and was surprised to see nearly everyone had gone, there was just a few freshmen pups at the front. He looked towards the back and felt his stomach do a back flip, in the second to last row of seats was Wesley. Caleb's head snapped forward so fast it made him dizzy and his head was already swimming, his heart was pumping rapidly. Just a glance was enough to excite him again. He felt a twitch between his legs.
"Grrrr, stop it you dumb-ass." He muttered to himself. The last thing he needed was to be in pain for too much THINKING and not enough DOING. He rationalized to himself: "The only reason I'm attracted to this guy is because he's so mysterious. I don't know what's going through his head, I don't know what he feels. He's not like those bitches... or maybe he is." He sighed in exasperation. "Well there's only one way to make him less appealing." He headed towards the back of the bus.
"Wait until we're fully stopped." The Bus driver called and then turned his eyes back to the road.
Caleb slumped into the seat across from Wesley who was regarding him with what seemed like mild interest.
"Those pups wear you out?" Wesley asked.
"Yeah after awhile I just hear a screeching sound. I can't believe how annoying they are." Caleb tried to sound nonchalant, but his voice quavered with barely contained excitement, he was talking one on one with Wesley! He glanced at him and then cast his eyes to the floor.
"Ahhhh. You should invest in some headphones, you won't look like as much of a dork as you did with your coat all wrapped around your head." Caleb peered up at him and was relieved to see that he was smiling.
"Ha yeah I guess." Words escaped him and an awkward silence was soon to settle, but Caleb wasn't letting it go that easy. "Did you finish the paper for English?"
Wesley paused for a second, looking at him quizzically. "You mean the one that was assigned today?"
"Uhh yeah..."
"No, I probably won't start on it until Sunday, at the very latest." His gaze was drawn towards the window, peering at the passing trees.
"How come I've never seen you on this bus before?" Caleb bluntly asked.
"Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough?" Their eyes met and Wesley stared at him for a few seconds. Wesley broke his gaze off first, perturbed by the attention he was getting. "Actually I'm going to stay with my dad this weekend. Most of the time I'm with my mom."
"Where do you live?" Wesley looked at him again with a bemused expression on his face. "It's just that there's going to be this great party you know, and if you want to come... that'd be way cool." He finished lamely.
"I dunno, I don't have anyone to go with. It's probably not my crowd anyways. I don't like lots of people."
"Ahhh... well you're doing fine with me." The bemused expression dropped from Wesley's face.
"I don't need tips on how to socialize, thank you very much." He said, a little cross.
"No I mean I just like talking to you. It's just that..." His voice trailed off.
"What do you want Caleb?" Wesley asked, still ruffled.
"I just wanted to tell you..." He paused balking at his own awkwardness and stupidity. "That I like you?" Nothing but surprise covered Wesley's face.
"You mean Like me, Like me?" He asked incredulously. A strange look crossed his face. "You don't even know me."
"I know I don't and I'm sorry, I feel like an idiot." He pressed on. "but I have these feelings for you, you know? Like when I see you it's like everything else just stops and I wish I could just stare at you. Except I can't. I want to get to know you so I can understand how secure you are with yourself, except I can't. I want to know why you look like you don't have a care in the world, except I can't. I want to touch you, except I CAN'T." He stared at the ground almost in tears. "I'm sorry... feelings you know, they're just stupid. They don't make sense." A silence passed between them.
"Caleb, I'll tell you what you can do." Wesley whispered in a quite voice.
"Go fuck myself?" Caleb chuckled through his watery eyes in spite himself.
"No," He replied. "but you can sit next to me." Caleb looked up to see Wesley smiling at him fondly. "Now that you're all exposed and venerable. It's just... awww... it's cute to see the big man show he's not totally made of stone." He laughed.
Caleb tripped over himself to get closer to Wesley but he still left a little space between them. Wesley was looking at him intently, but now it was Caleb who was shy. Wesley goaded him on. "You can hold my paw." He held it out and Caleb grasped it. It was dry and warm and his pads felt like a beach on a summer day. Wesley leaned in closer and whispered. "You can touch me."
Caleb did. They were shielded from the unsuspecting occupants of the bus, the pups up front were as loud as ever. Caleb slid his hand around the smaller wolf's waist and pulled him closer. Wesley was dwarfed by the size of the large football player but both could see the growing excitement in each other, literally. Caleb flicked his eyes toward his new friend's crotch, the wolf's manhood was as big as his own if not bigger. Caleb buried his muzzle in the nape of Wesley's neck. His aroma was sweet and spicy, fresh and tangy, like cinnamon.
"Oh gawd Wesley." He murmured as he lifted the runner's shirt, revealing the flat stomach and fine fur. He ran his tongue between his toned muscles and the the runner shivered. "Wesley, you're so beautiful." He continued lapping down to his belly-button while his large paws fumbled with the zipper and button. It seemed like an eternity of waiting before Wesley was fully revealed, but at last his member sprang up to meet him. He lapped from the base to the tip and warm liquid greeted him. Spicy, Salty, Cinnamon.
He took the proud cock into his mouth and lapped and sucked. He was inexperienced, but the excitement for both of them made the pleasure unbearably intense. Caleb's cock was spouting more fluid into his jeans while receiving no attention whatsoever. He was fully focused on his newfound mate. One hand groped at the base of his cock surrounding what his mouth could not, the other hand stroked Wesley's chest. He could feel it beating in quick succession with the prize he contained in his mouth. It all felt good.
It was over too soon. For Caleb the reality was too intense, he could not believe he was finally holding his lover. He groaned through the thickness in his mouth and came, not a stream this time, but a torrent. His jeans were drenched. Yet he still pleasured his mate and felt his favor being returned. The taste was spurted into his mouth and it was pure satisfaction. Both moaned together in release.
Then came the time of awkward untangling, both were still swollen so they placed their paws around each other, drinking in the afterglow. Words couldn't describe what Caleb felt, but he figured he'd do the old stand-by anyways. "Wesley I love you."
"Yes, you do." The bouncing of the bus and the noise of the pups tore them away from the surrealistic world of love. The smaller wolf stroked the larger who was still embracing him, as if he was afraid he would escape. "Do you still want to go to the party?" Wesley asked.
"No I want to stay with you. You're not doing anything tonight are you? Can I stay with you?"
"You can."