Sunshine Days - Chapter 6
Jonathan struggled with getting to sleep on his second night without Lunatol. He tossed and turned, feeling hot and fidgety under the itchy covers. His old anxieties were exasperated with new anxieties, each thought seeming to feed off the fear of the other. He kept his eyes clenched shut and laid completely still in a desperate attempt to trick his body into believing it was resting. Unfortunately, his brain saw through the ruse and refused to let him sleep unless there was a bribe of chemical sedative. And just as he was starting to feel his body relaxing and his mind drifting away, his brain would jolt him back awake just to spite him.
Roughly 30 minutes had passed since his head came to pillow and he still felt wide awake. He worried about wetting the bed again, wondering if he should get up and go to the bathroom just to ensure a dry mattress the next morning. Then, in a gut-wrenching thought, he wondered if he had left his inhaler on the sink after he had finished brushing his teeth. He searched his brain bank, mentally retracing his steps but he couldn't remember what he had done with his inhaler. The fur on his left leg twitched under the covers and he started to wonder if there were any Black Widow spiders hiding under his covers. These sorts of thoughts went on for quite a while.
A shuffling underneath his bunk interrupted his thoughts. He listened, keeping his eyes closed and his body absolutely still, as David got up and stood at the foot of his ladder.
"Hey!" David whispered loudly. "John!"
Jonathan pretended to be asleep. A paw gently shook his shoulder.
"You awake?" David asked.
Jonathan didn't respond. He could almost hear the pup slump his shoulders and droop his ears in disappointment. The bed creaked again as David dropped back down into the bottom bunk. He felt bad for spurning David but at the same time the last thing he wanted was to see the pup naked again. While he accepted the pup's admission to being gay, he still had questions regarding his own feelings. His mind flashed back to David's naked body in the showers, his mind filling in the blanks from the fleeting glimpses he had of the pup. The night they pawed together in the rec room, the heat off the pup's body, and how his thigh had touched his.
He felt his cock stirring under him, moving involuntarily as he kept the other 99 percent of his body still. It hardened up painfully, awkwardly positioned under his leg as it tried in vain to stand tall.
As if to exacerbate the situation, his bunk started to tremor. Jonathan knew right away what David was up to. He felt a flash of frustration and anger towards the pup on top of his growing arousal. He went against his own body's orders and shifted his weight so that his penis could extend up comfortably.
He listened to David's heavy breathing, picturing in his head what the pup was doing below him. Part of him wanted to see but the other part really wanted to get to sleep. Both sides fought back and forth until temptation made the decision for him. A little peek wouldn't hurt.
Jonathan opened his eyes and blinked a few times, clearing out the crud. Though his eyes were naturally accustomed to the darkness, he could only make out blurry shapes in the gloom of the cabin. Jonathan had low myopia, or near sightedness, which wasn't a major hindrance unless he was trying to look at things far off in the distance.
The metal bars of the bunk bed squeaked with the gentle rocking. Jonathan moved carefully, shifting his body with aching precision as to not make any more noise that was already being made. He rolled over, feeling the covers resisting against his pajamas and the mattress groaning in protest to the new position. The rocking stopped. Jonathan held his breath and kept still. The shaking resumed after a moment and Jonathan released the air from his lungs.
Propped up on his side near the edge of the bed, he leaned his head over the edge and peered down into the bottom bunk. He could make out the naked, white form of the pup sprawled out on top of the covers. His briefs hung forgotten around one ankle as he jerked his impressive six inches. Jonathan wished he had his glasses on so that he could see the boy better.
David was holding something to his muzzle, something too blurry for the kitten to make out. He squinted but all he could make out was a white and grey fabric of some sort. David's eyes were closed in elated bliss, breathing in the scent of whatever it was he was holding.
The pup quivered and his hips bucked up. Jonathan slowly took himself away from the scene as the pup had his orgasm. David's breath hitched, suppressing a groan with his paw over the cloth on his muzzle.
Jonathan's own erection ached, leaving a wet spot in his underwear as he tried to ignore it. He could picture the pup's orgasm in his mind. He relived the scene from the rec room when David showed off his natural aptitude for aiming his load into his own muzzle.
He heard David's satisfied panting as he finished. The bed shook again, this time as David was getting up and walking around the side. Jonathan closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He heard footsteps heading down the center aisle of beds. He peeked with one eye open and lifted his head, catching sight of the naked backside of the pup as he opened the screen door and left the cabin. He let the door snap back on its hinges carelessly and a few cubs grumbled in their sleep.
Jonathan sat himself up and pushed the covers away, tugged his pajama bottoms down, and inspected his swollen kittenhood. It throbbed defiantly on his lap, seemingly in alliance with his brain in that neither would let him sleep until they got what they wanted. He frowned at his insolent cock. He took it in his paw and stroked it slowly. He only stroked it a few times but the familiar feeling of intense pleasure came up quick. He let go of himself, panting softly in the darkness as his member bobbed. He imagined if it could talk it would probably be saying "Why on Earth did you stop??"
He looked to the door and wondered how long the pup would be gone. He imagined that he was taking a shower, perhaps a lengthy, steamy one. He estimated and calculated in his head how long the pup would take to get back versus how quickly he could paw himself and make it back in bed before David got back. There was also the issue of where he would cum and how he would clean it up afterwards. All that he knew was if he didn't take Lunatol or if he didn't cum soon, he'd be up until sunrise. There was the ultimatum.
He couldn't cum on his own belly like the pup had done. He knew it would make a mess and he really didn't feel like cleaning up or taking a shower. There wasn't anywhere in the room he could safely deposit his load either. He thought about the Rec room but again but it was too far away for him to get to and come back without running into David. It looked like the only alternative was to go out around the cabin. He thought about going around the side of the building and jerking himself off into the bushes. It would be just like the time his family stopped by the side of the road to let him pee. But how would he do it without the pup coming back and seeing that his bed was empty?
He looked down at his dick again, still as hard as it was before, and thought to himself, 'I'll be quick. It shouldn't take me too long.'
He climbed out of bed, stepping carefully down the creaking metal ladder before setting his feet gingerly down on the floor. He started towards the door when he stopped. He remembered that the pup was holding something to his nose while he jacked himself off. It seemed weird to Jonathan that sniffing something would help someone climax or how that would work. Curiosity got the better of the cat and he crept back to David's side of the bed. He could still see the imprint of the pup on top the messy covers and his pair of discarded briefs. He sat down on the side of the bed, reached his paw under the pillow, and felt around. He touched something, a fabric made of different material from the sheets and covers. It was softer than the starched, rigid sheets or the itchy, coarse blankets. He pulled it out and inspected what he'd found.
It was a sock. A plain white athletic sock made from cotton. He could see it much better now with it up close but he still wondered why David was smelling the sock as he masturbated. It seemed very creepy and disgusting to Jonathan, wondering what kind of weirdo received gratification from smelling a used sock. He turned it over in his paw, seeing the word SHANES printed in grey under the toes. His brain ticked away, realizing slowly that it was his sock that David had been sniffing. He remembered distinctly that the pup wore plain white socks with no logo or color on them. And the sock under his pillow looked exactly like the one that had gone missing after he put his clothes through the laundry. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
He wondered if there was something special about the way it smelled so he held it to his muzzle and breathed in like the pup had done. It smelled just as he'd expected a used sock should smell, musty and lightly sweaty. He'd smelled his own socks before and never found them to be...arousing. Especially not after a long day of working, playing, or exercising. It wasn't completely repulsive but it wasn't terribly pleasant either. He wasn't sure how his foot odor stood up to everyone else's but he was certain it was tame in comparison. All in all, it really wasn't that bad.
His ears picked up a creak somewhere in the room. The fur on his neck and tail bristled and he quickly shoved the sock back under the pillow. He looked around the dark cabin and saw no signs of movement. He wondered how much time had passed since David had run off to the showers. Had it been a few seconds or a few minutes? He couldn't remember.
As he surveyed the interior for anyone who was awake his eyes fell on the pair of white briefs that David had left behind. A strange, unlikely thought occurred to Jonathan as he wondered what those would smell like. He imagined himself laying back, jerking himself off as he sniffs David's...
He shook his head to rid himself of that thought but it persisted. He glanced around cautiously, seeing that everyone else was still asleep and that the pup had not come back yet. Maybe a little sniff wouldn't hurt. It would certainly quell that curiosity of his.
He reached over the bed and grabbed the white briefs in his paw, pulling them back slowly towards him. He kept checking to make sure that no one was awake to see what he was doing, knowing that they would think that it was as weird and disgusting as he did. He didn't even know why he was doing it in the first place. Compulsion seemed to take place of logic in his head as he was driven to do things he never would have thought about doing. And the more he thought about David, the more he wanted to do it.
After a brief moment of hesitation he held the briefs to his nose and breathed in. The smell wasn't revolting as he thought it'd be initially; the smell was actually quite thick and warm, like the scent of the canine he'd smelled in the Rec room but headier. It had a slightly different aroma from David's fur, being sweatier and muskier in tone. It wasn't terribly unpleasant to the feline at all.
'I wonder what his socks smell like...' Jonathan wondered, a thought that would have churned his stomach only moments ago.
A creak from somewhere in the room snapped the feline from his haze, heart jumping up into his throat. He dropped the briefs and darted his eyes around the room again. Everyone still looked to be soundly sleeping and he hadn't heard the door open. He blushed intensely and wondered what had come over him. He knew that this wasn't like him, smelling socks and underwear like...like a... There was a word he had heard before but he couldn't quite remember what it was. He'd heard it used before to describe people uninhibited by lust and allowed their actions to be dictated by such. Whatever it was, he knew that wasn't him. Maybe David was, but not him.
He wondered again how much time he had wasted, time that could have been spent going around back to jerk off into the bushes. He checked to make sure that the bed, undergarments included, was in the same condition as he had found them. He tip toed swiftly and silently over to the door and peered through the screen. His heart sank when he saw the silhouette of a bull terrier heading back towards the cabin. He made a hasty retreat back to his bunk, and deftly climbed up the ladder without making any noise. He crawled back under the covers, moving to a comfortable position just as he heard the screen door open wide and snap back shut rudely. A few cubs groaned again and one mumbled, "Really?" as the naked pup strode confidently back to his bunk.
Jonathan felt the footfalls stop by the bed and the prickly sensation that he was being watched again. He knew that if he opened his eyes, he'd be looking into that sweet, dumb face of David's and that he'd smile that cocky smile of his. He kept his face neutral and breathed heavily, pretending to be as asleep as he'd been before. The ten seconds felt like eternity but eventually he heard David sigh through his nose and felt the rattling of the bed as he climbed back into the bottom bunk.
Jonathan had not attended to his own cock but it was now lying comfortably flaccid again. He felt his heart pace slowing down to a normal rate, no longer thudding in his chest like a drum. His body relaxed and unwound, the energy rushing out of him as he laid there. He yawned and smiled contentedly as all the prior tension melted away.
He slept peacefully for the rest of the night.