The Only Moment We Were Alone
Seth sat in his rigid desk in his dark history classroom, leisurely looking out of the second-story window. He stared at the blue sky and watched the clouds drift as boringly as he was at the moment. The calming breeze made its way into the classroom and gently rustled Seth's notes, which were nothing more than a few doodles. He rested his paw on top of his papers, preventing them from flying off his desk.
It was Friday. History was Seth's final class before going home and he was a bit fidgety to get out of school for the weekend.
Seth sighed and sat up, leaning back on the cold metal chair. He looked up at the television that was in the front of the classroom. It was playing a long, drawn-out video about some historical figure that was as insignificant as the teacher.
Seth took his pencil and started taking more notes, or rather, scribbling a couple more drawings onto his paper. His eyes scrolled across his dimly lit mural and he put his pencil down. He stared at nothing particular on his paper and he rested his cheek on his fist, still looking at his paper. It was as if he was asleep with his eyes still open.
The lights turned on with out warning and Seth sat back up blinking his eyes, adjusting to the sudden burst of brightness. He looked at the front of the room and saw his teacher with a large stack of stapled packets in his paws. Seth grumbled. There was no doubt that it was work.
"Alright, guys, so what I have here is a project on the movie you just watched."
A horde of groans interrupted him. Seth panicked a little. He wasn't paying any attention to the movie at all.
"Calm down, calm down. I've assigned partners for the project so the burden of work wouldn't be as bad. I went by alphabetical order and assigned partners that way. The list of partners, along with the instructions and rubric, are in these packets."
Seth calmed down a bit. Most of the people in his class were scholarly students. He received a packet and looked at the front page, which had the list of partners. He dragged his finger down the list and scanned for his name. Davis-Davis... He found his name not too far down and looked at the name beside it. Miles? Seth tensed up again.
Miles was just as lazy and laid back as he was, and Seth knew this. He was hoping to raise his grade just enough to pass this class with the project, but with Miles being his partner, things weren't looking so good.
Miles sat straight up, extending his neck, to look for the black wolf. He wasn't even looking at the paper, he was just rocking his chair back on its two back legs, with his hands in his pockets.
"Now you can start on your project here until the class ends. The rest of work should be done at home. You may want to work as much as you can here so that you wouldn't have to go through the trouble of not having your partner around to communicate with, well, unless you plan on going over to his or her house. Alright, you can start working on your project, and come talk to me if you have any questions."
Seth got up from his chair, adding to the sound of dozens of chairs screeching against the floor. He made his way towards Miles and pulled up an open chair beside his desk. Miles looked up, with a muddled look.
"Hey, Miles, it looks like we're partners," Seth with a slight sigh.
"Uhh, for what?"
Seth might as well kiss his chances of passing goodbye. "For the project..." He pointed at the paper right in front of Miles.
"Oh," Miles laughed, "I feel sorry for you."
Seth looked up, a bit confused. "Why?"
"For having me as your partner." Miles gave him a wide grin, and then both of them laughed.
"Heh, I don't mind, I could use a few good laughs," Seth replied. "I just can't believe Mr. Douchebag, here, is making us do a project over a perfectly good weekend," he laughed.
"Haha, that fucker," Miles said while flicking the teacher off behind his back.
They both laughed loud enough to cause the whole class to look at them. Mr. Cunningham walked towards them with a stern look.
"Is there a problem, boys?" Mr. Cunningham said with rigor in his voice. The whole class was obviously listening intently.
"No, Mr. Cunningham. Everything here is A-okay," Miles said with a smile across his face.
"Are you sure everything's okay?"
"Yes, sir. Everything's all good in the hood," Seth said, making Miles, along with the rest of the class, chuckle.
Mr. Cunningham gave another strict look at the two wolves and walked back to his desk. Miles gave a playful punch at Seth's shoulder, giving another laugh. Seth rubbed his arm and chuckled. The two of them continued talking about Mr. Cunningham, making fun of his receding hairline, his portliness, and how he needed to get laid.
Both of them kept talking and laughing until the bell suddenly rang. Seth got up alarmed and distressed.
"What's the matter?" Miles questioned Seth's sudden anxiety.
"Damn it, I was hoping to get a high enough grade on the project to pass history this semester, and we haven't done shit," Seth scratched his head.
"Oh, damn, sorry man," Miles said to the anxious wolf. Seth solemnly walked back to his desk and got his stuff and started towards the door. Miles felt really guilty for making Seth fail. He didn't want to hurt him. Miles suddenly had an idea. He fumbled through his backpack and rushed towards Seth.
"Hey wait!" Seth turned around to see Miles standing with a pen and a piece of paper. "Maybe we could work on it at your place," Miles said, hoping to make things better.
Seth's eyes widened slightly, and gave a small smile. It wouldn't be bad to hang out with Miles, even if they were doing a project. Seth enjoyed his company. "That would be cool," Seth said as he took the pen and paper and wrote his address. "So, today?"
"Yea, I guess, but I have to go to work, so I'll be over at around 6:30. Is that fine?"
"Alright," Seth handed the paper to Miles. "I'll see you later."
"Cool."
The two of them walked out the door and turned opposite ways: Seth went right, and Miles turned left. Both of them had smiles on their faces as they walked farther and farther away from each other, eager to meet up again later.
Seth was comfortably sitting on his futon in his bedroom watching tv. His ears perked up as he heard a car pull up the driveway. He got up and made his way to the front door. An unfamiliar car turned and pulled up on the driveway. Seth gave a subtly grin as he saw Miles get out of the car.
"Hey," Seth said to Miles as he was taking off his muddy shoes before he came inside the house.
"What's up, man?" Miles extended his paw, and Seth casually slapped and shook it.
"Your shoes weren't as muddy at school," Seth smirked.
"Oh, I work with my uncle's construction company, so sorry that I stink," Miles laughed.
"It's fine," Seth said, letting Miles in the house.
Miles walked past Seth, his must making it's way to Seth's nostrils. He twinged as he smelt the aroma, it didn't smell that bad, actually, it smelt kind of good. He felt his cock twitch. Seth shook his head and got rid of his urges.
Miles walked past Seth, his must making it's way to Seth's nostrils. He twinged as he smelt the aroma, it didn't smell that bad, actually, it smelt kind of good. He felt his cock twitch. Seth shook his head and got rid of his urges.
An middle-aged female wolf walked into the room. She was a bit startled, when she saw the unknown wolf who wasn't her son.
"Oh, why hello," she said to Miles.
"Oh, mom, this is Miles, he's over to help with our history project."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Miles cordially stuck his hand out towards Seth's mother.
"Same to you," she said as she affably shook his hand.
She turned to Seth, "Honey, your father and I are going to the airport at 7:30, okay?"
"Alright, mom."
She turned around and went into the hallway she exited from, her footsteps against the wooden floor slowly fading away.
Miles turned to Seth. "Airport?"
"Oh, my great-uncle died, and their going to his funeral."
"I'm sorry about that, man," he said as he placed his left paw on Seth's right shoulder.
"It's fine, really. I never really knew him," Seth paused before continuing, "come on, my stuff's in the computer room." Miles nodded and followed him up the stairs leading him down an elegant beige hallway, decorated with ravishing paintings.
"Nice house," Miles chuckled.
Seth opened a white door and the two of them entered a neutral-colored room. On the left was a desk with a modern looking, silver computer and a black rolling chair in front of it, and to the right was a simple couch, a black standing lamp that lit the room, and an aquarium beside of it. Miles walked to the aquarium and stared into the water. The fish swam left and right, their scales gleaming against the lamp's light.
Seth sat himself down on the rolling chair and grabbed his backpack from beneath the desk and grabbed the same stack of papers Mr. Cunningham had handed to them.
"So, it says that we have to write a four page essay on the movie...and well, I wasn't paying any attention. Do you know what it was about?"
"Uhh, not really..."
Seth scratched his head. He was worried again, and Miles could sense it.
"Well, maybe we could do it about Alexander the Great, and tell him that we thought the video was too vague, or something."
Seth laughed, "Heh, sure, I guess we could, but I'm not sure Mister Smartham would approve."
"Well, it's either that or we could think of something else..."
"I don't know let's just keep brainstorming."
After a few minutes of having thinking, Miles said, "Could you turn on some music? The sound of the aquarium filter is making my hurt."
"Uhh, sure. Here's the computer," Seth got off the chair and Miles got on it and turned on some hip-hop.
Seth chuckled. Although hip-hop wasn't much of his thing, he didn't object.
"Ha, are you going to break dance now?" Seth said.
"I can if you want me to," Miles laughed.
"Do it," Seth chuckled, not believing that Miles could.
Miles hesitated at first, but he got into a handstand and then into a one-handed handstand using his right arm, then he shifted his weight and swung his legs around his right arm and lifted it up, while putting his left one down, he ended it by spinning on his back, laughing.
Seth laughed too, "Wow, I never knew you could break dance. Do something else!"
Miles stood back up, and said, "Alright, here's something I'm still working on." He put his right arm down and used it to propel both of his legs to the left. His arm slipped against the carpet and kicked the black lamp over. It slammed into the aquarium with an extremely loud crash. The aquarium cracked open and the water began pouring from the aquarium to the carpet, the fish spilling onto the floor with the water. Miles and Seth's mouths were wide open in shock.
The door slammed open and two wolves busted into the room, Seth's mom and a burly middle-aged wolf, Miles assumed it was Seth's father.
"What the hell happened!?" Seth's dad shouted.
"I-I'm so..." Miles began softly.
"I bumped into the lamp and it hit the aquarium."
Miles looked at Seth, surprised. Why would he lie? Seth was looking at his father straight in the eyes.
"God damn it, Seth! And right before we have to leave!" He was venting due to his uncle's death.
"Calm down, dear. Seth, Miles, please get some towels and some plastic bags, and hurry up," Seth's mother told them. "Honey, let's pick up the glass before someone gets hurt." Seth's father let out a big sigh and nodded.
Seth and Miles went downstairs and quickly grabbed all the towels from the laundry room and plastic bags from the kitchen and made their way back upstairs. As they walked down the hallway, Miles walked behind Seth, still wondering why he would take the blame for something he didn't do.
The carpet was completely soaked with a little more than hundred gallons of water. Seth and Miles began pressing the towels against the carpet, soaking up as much water as they could. Seth's parent's began throwing the glass away and placing the fish in bags of water. The towels weren't enough to dry up the water so the two wolves began using their shirts to soak up the water.
Seth glanced over at Miles who had his head down, concentrating on drying up the mess he made. Seth ogled Miles's arms, furiously pressing down hard against the carpet. His eyesight veered onto his chest. His pecs bulged and his abs were defined enough to see the lines that outlined each ab through his fur. The construction business sure knew how to shape a guy.
Seth shook his head and blinked a few times. He looked back down and focused on sponging the water the carpet.
Seth's dad looked at his watch and stood up. "Hey, we have drive to the airport now," he gave a slight pause, "sorry that I yelled at you, Seth."
"It's fine," Seth said, not looking up at his father.
Miles looked over at Seth, as they were both still soaking up the water with their shirts. He should have been yelling at me, kicking me out of his house. Miles went back to concentrating on drying the carpet.
Seth's father left the room, and his mother said, "Well, Seth we'll be back on Monday... and boys, please try not to break anything else," before she left the room.
They continued drying the water up for a couple more minutes, putting the wet towels in the plastic bags, not saying anything to each other. Then they heard the sound of the car backing up out of the driveway and disappearing, as it sped off to the airport.
Seth sat up, kneeling on the drenched carpet. "Come on, I have dry towels and some shirts you could borrow in my room."
"Okay."
The two of them were still shirtless and drenched as they both approached Seth's room. The smell of saltine aquarium water was embedded in their wet fur. They went back into the hallway and took the first door on the right. Seth opened the door and turned on a dim lamp, exposing a simple bedroom. A futon, a dresser, a bookcase, a tv, a couple posters on the wall--nothing too extravagant. Seth started searching through his closet.
"Why did you tell them that it was you?" Miles said without any emotion.
Seth was still rummaging through his closet when he said, "I don't know. I didn't want to get you kicked out or anything. Why? Did you want me to tell them that it was you?"
"Heh, no," Miles chuckled, but then he gave a brief pause. "Thanks man, for you know...keeping me inside your house." Both of them laughed.
Seth threw some dirty clothes from the closet and onto the floor behind him. "Damn, I thought I put the towels in here somewhere," Seth still excavated his closet.
Miles decided to help search for the towels. He made his way to the bookcase and knelt down. He looked through the bottom part of the bookcase. The bottom part of the bookcase opened up like double doors. He was astonished with what he found. Ten shoeboxes were crammed inside of it. Heh, I wish I was an only child, Miles snickered.
Seth still searched through the closet for the towels.
He decided to see what kind of shoes Seth had. He took one of the top ones and opened it. It was an ornate pair of sneakers, with white and purple featured on it. He put the shoes back in the box and set it aside.
Miles chuckled and opened the shoebox. It had a pair of white dress shoes, lavished with some gold. He could smell the novelty of the aroma that came from the pair of shoes. He put the shoebox on top of the previous one he set down beside him.
Miles took the very bottom one and opened it up. He was startled when he didn't find any shoes in it, instead he found...magazines? He pulled it out of the box and looked at the cover. It was a picture of a buff moose, who was flexing. Miles was perplexed. Was it some sort of workout magazine? He flipped through the book. There were more male furs in the book--except they had no clothes on, and some of them were...having sex with each other.
Miles placed the book on the floor, still open. Is Seth gay? His mind spun in bewilderment and just sat there in shock. He looked up.
Seth was standing there, his eyes wide open. He was looking at the book.
"Look, look, I can explain..." He stood there quivering. He couldn't explain.
Tears began dripping from his muzzle and onto the floor. He buried his face into his paws, sobbing. Miles was still sitting on the floor as he looked up Seth. He stood up, and walked towards Seth. He didn't want to see him cry.
Miles placed his paw on Seth's shoulder and patted it a little. "Hey man, it's no big deal, really..."
He snaked his arm around Seth and placed it on his other shoulder. Seth twinged at their topless bodies' abnormal closeness. He tried to hide turn his face at an angle where Miles couldn't see him blush. Miles eased him down onto the futon. Both of them sat down simultaneously.
There was an awkward silence that loomed in the dim room. Miles was the first to speak.
"So, you're...gay?" he said as he turned towards Seth, trying his best not to make him uncomfortable
Seth rubbed his arm. "Mhhm," Seth managed. He felt weird because he never told anybody else about it. He shifted a little away from Miles, a bit scared of what he would think of him.
Miles said nothing for a while, and let this settle in his mind. Seth was surprised. He thought someone like Miles would've ran out the door by now. Miles started talking again with a pleasant voice.
"It's not that bad...I mean, well, I actually don't really care. Gay, straight, sideways, it's all good in the hood," Miles said, trying to get rid of the uneasiness that Seth felt. It did help, and Seth found himself chuckling a little.
The laughter died down and Miles spoke up again. "So, uhh, Seth...you lying about your parents, does this have to do with it?" he asked with a tone that was both casual and perplexed.
Seth's ears flattened against his head and then he sighed. There wasn't any use in making excuses now. "Kinda, I guess." He inhaled and held his breath in a little. He looked down. "I think I...like you..." Neither of them said anything for a moment and Seth decided to break the silence. "You can run away now," he said, not trying to be funny.
Miles chuckled, and Seth looked at him, startled. Miles scratched that back of his ear, not looking at Seth. He leaned back on his arm, resting his paw on the futon. "I don't know what to say...Well, actually, I'm kind of flattered," Miles laughed.
Seth looked at him, dumbfounded with his mouth slightly open. A smile slowly formed on his mouth, and he began to laugh with him. They both laughed as though the concept of being gay was completely unknown to them.
As the laughter slowly died down, both of them had smiles on their faces. Seth slowly leaned back to rest against his arm. He accidentally placed his paw on top of Miles's paw. They were both startled, and Seth quickly pulled his arm up.
"Oh, s-sorry," Seth quietly stuttered. He looked up at Miles.
Miles stared straight back at Seth. Both of them were emotionless as they gazed into each other's eyes. Seth started breathing slower as Miles slid closer to him. Seth slowly placed his paw back on top of Miles's. Miles took Seth's paw and gently grasped it, and then he moved his muzzle towards Seth's. Seth unconsciously did the same and leaned forward with his eyes closed.
Their lips closed the infinite gap in between them, and then their tongues discreetly entered each other's mouths. Seth quivered as he felt Miles's paw reach behind his head to press their muzzles even closer together. Their tongues played with one another, entwined in the other's mouth. Their saliva was passed from one mouth to the other. Both of the wolves murred in satifaction.
Miles leaned his whole body on top of Seth, both of them still shirtless. They both pulled their legs and laid on the futon together, Miles holding both of Seth's paws against the futon. Miles pulled his tongue out of Seth's muzzle and ran it down his neck, making Seth moan in pleasure. He sat up and ran his finger down Seth's abs which were glistening, the white fur still wet from soaking the carpets. They were not as beefy as his own, but built enough that you could see where the ripples would form if they were more voluptuous. Seth let out a pleasing gasp.
The sound of Seth's gasp and the look on his face made Miles shudder. Both of their rock-hard erections were bound inside of their jeans. Miles lustfully took off his pants and underwear and threw it onto the floor. Seth stared at the huge pink rod that extended from Miles's sheath. It gleamed, wet with pre.
Miles started unbuttoning and pulling off Seth's pants, leaving his boxers on. Miles smiled as Seth's erection tented his boxers. He nudged at it with his nose and got Seth's erection to poke out through the boxer's crotch hole. Seth groaned as he felt Miles lick his cock from base to tip. Miles licked the pre off of his lips and pulled Seth's boxers down his legs and threw it onto the floor with the other clothes.
Miles laid back down on Seth's chest and brought their muzzles closer again. He gave Seth a passionate kiss which made him quake in bliss. Miles pulled his mouth back and a strand of saliva clung onto both of their lips.
Miles sat back up and began stroking Seth's cock. Seth grunted as Miles firmly held his cock in his hands and jerked it up and down. Pre spurted from the tip of Seth's cock and Miles wiped it up with his left paw. He applied Seth's pre all along his index finger and gently placed it on Seth's tailhole.
Seth shuddered as he felt the finger slide inside of him. It was a completely new experience for the virgin. It wasn't painful, it was just different--something he'd never experienced before. The feel of Miles's finger sliding inside of him felt so good, he wanted to feel something bigger inside of him. Miles could hear the ecstasy in Seth's moans as he slid his finger inside of him while he continued to stroke Seth's cock.
After a while, both of Miles's paws began to tire out. He slumped over and put both of his wet paws on Seth's chest, which was quickly rising and falling because of his fast, deep breaths. Seth grumbled and grabbed Miles's paws. He looked at Seth.
"Please, Miles...don't stop. Just fuck me."
"Okay, since you asked me so nicely," he smirked.
Seth smiled back as Miles grabbed both of his calves and placed it on his shoulder. His right paw let go of his left leg to adjust his cock into Seth's tailhole. His left leg drooped from Miles's shoulder and fell onto the futon, but neither seemed to care.
"Are you ready?" Miles looked at Seth.
Seth nodded, and Miles placed his right paw on his pelvis. He began to ease his cock into Seth's tight hole. Seth's tight tailhole kept trying to squeeze Miles's large cock out of it. Seth groaned as he felt Miles sink his erection deeper and deeper inside of him until Miles had inched his whole cock into his tailhole. Both of them breathed heavily as Miles paused, still deep inside Seth. He looked at Seth again, who gave a nod of continuation.
Miles pulled out is entire length and shoved it back in, in one forceful thrust. Seth shrilled in pain, but as Miles began thrusting in a more gentle rhythm, he felt the ecstasy of Miles sliding inside of him. Seth gripped onto the cushions of the futon, his moans gradually getting louder and louder. Miles suddenly stopped and pulled his cock from his tailhole.
Seth looked up puzzled. Miles was sitting on the futon stroking his cock.
"Sit on it," Miles said bluntly with lust in his voice.
Seth crawled towards him and put his arms on his shoulders. He got up oh his knees and began inching his tailhole closer and closer to Miles's cock.
As the head of Miles's cock drove through the sensitive ring of Seth's tailhole, Seth yipped, still not used to the initial penetration. He drove Miles's cock deeper inside of him and then he stopped to gasp when he was kneeling all the way down. Miles let out a grunt of pleasure and he laid down on the futon. He placed his one paw on Seth's hips and began to bounce him up and down. He stroked Seth's cock with his other. Seth murred and placed both of his paws on Miles's pecs. Seth moaned as he rode Miles.
The feel of Seth's smooth passage made Miles's groan in euphoria. Miles's could feel his knot swell up as he bounced Seth up and down. He sat back up, still stroking Seth, and began bouncing him up faster and more drastically. His swollen knot was being denied entrance into Seth's tailhole, but he wanted it so much. He drove himself to shove his knot up into Seth just as he was coming down. Seth shrieked in both pain and pleasure.
Miles's cock quaked inside of Seth as he shot strands of his seed deep inside Seth. Miles howled as he came more and more inside of Seth. He came so much that some oozed from Seth's hole and down his balls. The feel of cum inside of him drove Seth to his limit. Miles was stroking Seth as strings of cum jetted from his cock and onto Miles's chest. Miles gave one last stroke and gently squeezed the cum from the bottom of Seth's cock. He moaned as the stream of cum finally stopped, leaving what seemed like a puddle of wolf seed on Miles's chest.
They both fell down onto the futon, panting. Seth laid down on Miles's chest, getting his own body drenched with his own cum. Miles still had his cock lodged inside of Seth when he wrapped his arms around Seth. Seth blushed and gave and gently licked Miles on his cheek. Miles smiled and licked him back. They both chuckled.
They smelt the distinct scent of must, sex, cum, and saltine water that saturated the bedroom air. Miles still held Seth in his arms as he leaned up.
"Can you get up?" Miles asked.
Seth knelt away from Miles's cock. He slipped himself from Miles and they both sat up. "You stink," Seth said giving a smile.
"Let's take a shower," Miles grinned.
Seth got up and held his paw out in front of Miles. He eagerly took it and Seth led him to the bathroom.
Seth pulled the curtains to the side ran the hot water on in the bathtub and turned on the shower. He got in and backed up a little, insisting Miles to join him. Miles smiled and came into the shower with him.
They stood in the shower and soaked themselves for a bit. Seth grabbed the shampoo and lathered Miles's hair with it. Some of the soapy foam made its way into Miles's mouth, and then he coughed and spit it out. They both giggled.
As Miles's rinsed his face, getting rid of the foam Seth, hugged him from behind and let his arms rest just above his waist. Miles turned his head around and gently kissed Seth on the muzzle.