P.O.V. - Reflections 4
Subordinates
I'm not gonna sit here and try to justify what I did to that boy for so long. It wasn't even a matter of loneliness on my part. After all, I came home to my loving wife every night and we were both very happy with our lives. But something about that boy, something about the way he carried himself and his attitude, it caused to do things I would have never even thought of before. I think the feelings of interest were mutual, or I wouldn't have gotten away with it for so long. Either that, or he just eventually began to have fun with what we did.
This was all happening back when I was still coaching sports at the junior high downtown. The end of each weekday was pretty much the same. I'd be sitting in my office in the locker room, working of some paperwork or fixing some game schedules after practice. All the boys would mess around as they took showers, playing pranks on each other and whatnot- you know, the usual stuff teenage boys do. Of course I kept an eye on them through the window on my office door to make sure nothing truly inappropriate happened.
I first noticed the boy one year because he did something new. For a squirrel, he seemed rather calm and even shy. He was an excellent player I found out later, but he was smaller than all the other boys. Maybe his size combined with his shyness was the reason, but whatever it was, this boy refused to shower after practice while all the other boys were still there. So every day, through the window of my office door, I'd see the squirrel walk through the empty locker room, towel wrapped around his waist and fur drenched from the shower. I soon found myself, a straight married man, lusting after this boy. The feeling grew to the point that I couldn't control myself. I resorted to extortion in order to get my way with the boy... at first. Soon, I didn't even need that.
I remember one afternoon more clearly than others. It was the first time he came into my office after practice without me calling him in first. He knocked on my door and entered my office, visibly embarrassed. As usual, he was only wearing his towel wrapped around him and his fur was tight against his body from the water of the shower. I couldn't help but smirk and nod, sitting in my chair at my desk, as he closed the door behind him. Before he had even stepped up to my desk, I was hard with anticipation. I could tell he was eager today also by the way his towel tented at the front.
The first words he spoke were to ask if he was going to get to play in tomorrow's game. That had been the condition I had used to blackmail him before- either he did what I wanted, or he would never get to play. I replied by telling him it all depended on what he was willing to do for his chance to play. He only nodded and dropped the towel from around his body, showing his little throbbing squirrel dick. My eyes took in the sight of his naked body as I pushed my chair away from the desk and undid my pants, pulling out my own erect cock.
I started breathing heavier as he fell to his knees in front of me, his eyes focused on my dick. He gave my a few teasing, innocent licks before taking the tip into his maw, causing me to gasp. With my cock resting on his soft lips, his creamy tongue dancing on my tip, I couldn't help but grasp his ears with my paws and push myself further into his mouth. With his rubbing up and down my shaft, his running along my cock, and his throat vibrating with moans, I was in heaven. I reluctantly pulled his head off of my crotch before our fun ended too early.
He knew what this action meant by that point. He hungrily crawled into my lap while I was still in the chair and positioned himself with his back to my chest, his fluffy long between our bodies. He gripped my arms to brace himself. With one paw at his waist and the other aiming my dick, I placed my tip just inside his tailhole before shoving myself into him roughly. A loud moan escaped his maw as I slid into his ultra-tight ass.
As he moved his own body up and down, my cock fucking his hole rhythmically, I slid my paw over his stomach and then around his throbbing member. Timing it with his own motion, I stroked his dick gently, trying to make the squirrel boy cum for me. His breathy groans became faster and his muscles began to tense. I knew it was working perfectly. Suddenly, he threw back his head with a loud moan. My blood pumped harder through my body as I felt his warm cum fill my paw. On a whim I brought my covered paw up to his mouth. He started to lick my paw clean. He actually licked his own cum right off my fingers. My urge to fill him with my own cream became too much to control.
I stood from my chair and bent the squirrel boy over the edge of my desk before I began quickly thrusting deeply into him. Each hump lifted the squirrel's foot paws off the ground and caused him to squeal. His warm, tight insides caressed my cock. My eyes glazed with pleasure. With a final hard thrust I began to cum. The squirrel boy moaned as he could feel my hot liquid fill his deep in his ass. We both stayed there still for a few moments panting, letting the pleasure take our minds.
Like I said, that was only one of many encounters we had. Of course it couldn't last forever, but we had fun while we could. I regret none of it.
Writing COPYRIGHT 2008 Javelin Chimera