Grandview High School, Chapter Six: Blowjobs Before School
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Grandview High School, Chapter Six: Blowjobs Before School
- * * Toby Baxton walked out of Grandview High School's south exit with his head bowed. He hoped his long headfur bangs covered his shifting eyes and the shadow of his backwards red cap would hide his blushing muzzle. The cell phone in his pocket felt hot and was burning a hole into his thigh. The Dalmatian walked down the long flight of steps to the parking lot where a rusting Chevy was waiting for him. His mother sat in the driver's seat and smiled weakly at him. She was wearing a waitress' outfit and had her jet black headfur tied up in a bun. "Hey sweetie," she said as he climbed into the cab of the truck and closed the door with a strong slam that threatened to break the door off its hinges. "How was your first day of school?" He grunted and tossed his backpack into the cramped backseat of the cab as she began to pull out of the school parking lot. The traffic halted them for an hour and when they finally got out of the parking lot Toby had summarized his first day of high school to his motherâ€"skipping over the small part that was hidden in his pocket. Car rides with his mom were typically quiet. The rumbling engine drowned out the silence since the radio antenna was mangled and the speakers were busted so listening to music was out of the question. As the car passed over the Grandview Bridge, which spanned over a river that ran through the city in ‘The Valley', Mrs. Baxton suddenly asked, "Do you want to participate in some sports in school?" Toby looked up at his mom and blinked. "What? I don't think I'd be good in any sports mom." He shook his head and fixed his hat. "I think you'd be kinda good at track or soccer," Mrs. Baxton shrugged as she held on to the steering wheel with both paws. "You like to practice your kicks in our yard and you jog nearly every morning. I think it would be good for you to do some extra curriculum. It'll give you some time to get to know some more furs and away from home." Toby took his hat off and scratched his headfur. "I dunno... it wouldn't hurt if I tried out I guess." He replaced his hat and began thinking about trying out. It was a favorite pastime of his to go take the faded soccer ball and kick it around behind his family's mobile home. He considered himself pretty good at the sport, but the part that scared him the most was being in the locker room with soiled jockstraps and semi-erect cocks; just the thought made his sheath tingle. On the other side of town the houses became more crowded together and Mrs. Baxton took a left on a pothole-covered road. Toby bounced up and down in his seat, his seatbelt barely held him. The road came into a mobile home park, the neighborhood Toby called home. Mrs. Baxton parked on the side of a small rectangular home and killed the engine with a bang. She smiled weakly and climbed out. Toby followed her behind into the house were the sound of a sports announcer's voice rambled on through an open window. Walking through the front door they found themselves in the family room where Mr. Baxton was slumped in his recliner, a bottle of beer in paw and TV remote in the other. The older Dalmatian had a beer belly, the gut poked out of the bottom hem of his t-shirt. His socked feet were kicked up on the footrest, and five feet in front of him the small 12 inch TV screen was showing the précis of the football game that recently ended. He didn't acknowledge them as they came into the house. Mrs. Baxton went into the kitchen that was attached to the family room. The counters were buried under piles and piles of dirty dishes that never seemed to get washed. Flies constantly buzzed around the kitchen, no matter how many times they swatted them. Often times they would land on Toby's ears and make him flick his ears. He went into his bedroom which was so small it could barely contain the small mattress that lay on the floor. This is where he would spend his days unless he was given permission by his father to go outside. For the lazy ass his dad was Toby didn't see why the old prick cared where he was and what he did. He set his backpack filled with homework that his teachers had given him. With a sigh he plopped down on the mattress, sharpened his pencil and started on his homework. The evening ticked by and the Dalmatian took a break from doing his homework and ate a dinner of Ramón noodle soup and green peas then returned to his room. When he was finished with his homework he lay diagonally across the mattress, paws behind his head and stared up at the ceiling wondering what he would do the next day at school. At eleven in the evening his mother knocked on the door and kissed him goodnight and turned off the lights. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Toby reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone; it was time for some fun alone time. He wiggled out of his pants and kicked them off his ankles. The Dalmatian lay naked on his back as he found the video file that he took earlier at school. Nervously swallowing, Toby clicked play. He sat there on the mattress, watching the video over and over again. Chad's grunts echoed in the small room as the hyena thrust into the coyote under him causing Hayden to yipe loudly as he came all over the ground. Their heavy panting as they basked in the short afterglow of their sex. Toby's sheath tingled the entire time he watched the short recording and soon he had a full erection lying on his thigh. If there was one thing Toby was proud of it was well endowed dick. Toby was the shy owner of an eight and a half inch pink member. And when it was swelled up, it would reach a girth of five inches. The Dal wrapped his paw around his dick and let out a low murr. It had been quite a while since he had last had time to touch himself. He held his phone in one paw and simultaneously stroked his cock with the other. Soon intense heat began to radiate from his cock and it made him pant a little. His tail thwapped excitedly against the sheets of his bed as pre began to leak from his pointed tip and drip onto his abdomen. Using his claw he collected some pre and used it as a natural lubricant to slicken his cock a little. It wasn't long till it dried up and chafed up to flakes. His paw was a flurry of motion as it slid up and down his length, making him buck and moan. Soon his knot began to swell up to the size of a baseball. He set his cell phone down on his bed and had barely touched the swollen flesh when it shot his doggy seed all over his abdomen. He kept his muzzle clenched shut so he didn't make a noise through his entire climax. When it was over, his body felt more relaxed and stress free. He yawned and reached for the box of Kleenex that was by his bed. Using the thin paper cloth, he cleaned himself up and threw the used Kleenexes into the circular garbage bin. He rubbed his chest, spreading the cum he couldn't get out of his fur around his body. He closed his phone and pulled on a pair of loose boxers. He closed his eyes and snuggled up to his pillow. The canine curled up into a ball and was about to fall asleep when he heard the window in his room creak, a noise it made when being open. His eyes popped open, but he didn't move a muscle. He felt a cool draft blow into his small room as the window stopped opening. Then he heard someone trying to quietly clamber through it. He rolled over in his bed and saw the shadowy frame of a male, the silhouette lighted by the moon outside. "Hey Ty..." Toby whispered, making the figure stop in mid-step. "Hey Tobb," a deep voice replied as it began to move toward the door. "Is mom and dad sleeping?" "I think so," Toby sat up in his bed and watched as his older brother, Tyler opened the door a crack. He could hear the television set static on the other side. Tyler closed the door silently and sighed. "Fuck bro... I'm so fucking stoned right now..." Toby could hear a slurred drawl in Tyler's voice as he ran his paws through his long headfur and leaned against the door. "Fuuucckkk..." he moaned and slid down the door till he was on his rump, his paws covering his face. "I had ten bowls tonight..." he confessed to Toby. "And I did a bong too..." he rubbed his eyes and groaned. Toby was the only one in the family who knew about Tyler being a druggie after he had stumbled in on his brother when he was smoking pot in the bathroom one rare day when no one was home. He knew better now than to keep asking why he kept getting high. The reply was always the same, ‘Cuz it's a natural, clean way to calm yourself and clear your mind of problems,' Tyler would say every time Toby would ask him. Inside, Toby felt that it was his responsibility to be the one there for his older brother whenever he needed him there. Tyler sighed and got up, striped down to his underwear and closed the window before he clambered over Toby to the other side of the small mattress and lay down. With Tyler lying next to him, Toby could better smell the residue of the weed in his breath. It was soothing in a strange, unusual way that Toby couldn't explain. Sometimes he wanted to ask Tyler if he could join him, just so he could know what it was like to forget his problems, but he knew that it wasn't worth the consequences. Tyler's once baby blue eyes were always bloodshot, and his rich black spotted white fur reeked terribly. Tyler had dropped out of school when he was seventeen and Toby feared that he would eventually end up like their no good father. Soon Tyler was sleeping, leaving the wide awake Toby staring once more up at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He recollected the day's events and tried to remember the names of all the furs he met that day, friends and teachers. There were a lot of hot guys at Grandview high; the sheppie, Nick, Chad, the hyena. He even admitted that Andy the Labrador and Brett the Russell Terrier were cute, as well as over a dozen of other furs he only knew by face. He yawned and turned over, his back facing his older brother. Closing his eyes the Dalmatian soon was fast asleep. *** Toby woke up the next morning alone in bed. Tyler had woken up around four in the morning and climbed back out the window, leaving it wide open again. He shivered as the cool morning breeze lingered in his room and climbed off the mattress and closed the window. Since he was up and the cold air lingered in his tiny room he saw no point in trying to fall back asleep. He stretched with a whining yawn, his fists clenched as he outstretched his arms. Smacking his lips, Toby returned to his slumped position and stumbled in the dark toward the lamp in the corner of his room. The lamp shade was missing so he got the full effect from the lightbulb as it flickered to life. He shielded his eyes from the sudden blinding light and stumbled backward onto his bed with a thump. Yawning again Toby got up and started to get dressed in a pair of khakis and a light blue short sleeve collared shirt. It was only six so that gave him plenty of time to get ready for his second day at Grandview High. Stepping out of his bedroom, he was greeted by a drowsy grunt from his father who sat in the recliner chair, beer in one paw, the TV remote in the other. A bag of chips rested on his gut which stuck out like a sore thumb. He was wearing nothing but his bed robe, an ugly forest green negligee, which could barely constrain the disgusting slob that was its wearer. "Good morning to you too, sir," Toby said quietly as he reached into the cupboard for a clean bowl. No such luck. He sighed as he looked at the littered counter and found the cleanest bowl on the counter and washed it off the best he could before drying it off with the inside of his shirt. He poured himself a bowl of cold cereal and glanced around for milk. The half gallon plastic jug in the fridge barely had enough contents to quench the thirst of the smallest creature. He sighed again and closed the fridge, grabbed a spoon, and started to eat. The near-stale puffed rice crunched under his sharp teeth, and with no milk to help down it down his throat, he swallowed the first bite. He grimaced and considered the possibility of pouring water into the bowl. It couldn't be too bad. "What's wrong?" he heard his father grumble from across the room, followed by the sound of movement; a shift in seating position. "We're out of milk, sir." Toby replied, his paw on the water facet knob, ready to turn it on. Another grunt, then, "You want some milk?" "Yes sir, I would." Toby turned around and stood at attention. He saw his father's beer held paw motion for him to approach. "Come here son." Toby blinked. His father just called him his son. He took one nervous step, then another until he was standing beside his father's chair, his bowl of cereal held in the palms of both of his paws. Mr. Baxton's eyes were fixed on the TV show that was on. He made no effort or sound to acknowledge that he knew Toby was standing next to him. Seconds passed and then Toby scuffled his feet on the linoleum floor. "Sir?" he tilted his head, looking down at his father. "I'm here." Mr. Baxton lifted his head and looked up at Toby. "Set that bowl on the floor and get on your knees pup. You've gotta work for this milk. I don't give it away to just anyone." Toby wasn't sure what his father wanted or meant by what he said but he did as he was instructed and was on his paws and knees, looking intently at the older Dalmatian. Mr. Baxton took a quick drink from his beer and belched before he set the bottle down on the ground next to the bowl of cereal. He tossed the empty bag of chips to the side and sat up in the chair. "Now son you better be listening to me, because there's a very important lesson to be learned here. There comes a point in time in a man's life where some things appease him and others don't. For instance, a child's play toy no longer is appeasing to a thirteen year old pup that's got his eyes set on video games. You get where I'm going at?" "Yes sir," Toby nodded, tilting his head to the side, a little confused at where his father was getting at. This was the most he'd ever said to him that he could ever remember. "Good. Now when you become an old geezer like me, things become different. We no longer have play toys, but playmates. Your mother has been a very good playmate of mine these long years we've been married... and now she no longer appeases me as she once did. Now I desire a fresher, younger, livelier playmate." Toby blinked. Why was his dad telling him this? What did he want? Suddenly it struck him. Butâ€"no! Things like that aren'tâ€"don't!â€"happen like that! It's not supposed to be like that. He thought about pulling away, running to his room, block the door with something and escape out the window. Just as quickly as the thought popped into his mind he felt his father's strong, firm paw grab the back of his head, just behind his floppy black ear. The ill-trimmed claws began to scritch his sweet spot, causing a murr to emit from the back of Toby's throat. He tilted his head more and pressed against the paw. "Now that we both understand each other..." Mr. Baxton rumbled, pulling Toby's head closer to his crotch which was covered by the bed robe. "How about you start off with coaxing my dick out of its confinement's?" Toby had no choice. He was trapped. He took a deep breath, taking in a large whiff of his father's pungent, blunt musk. He nudged the flaps of gown to the side to reveal his father's thick sheath and heavy set balls that hung loosely below. He swallowed deeply and took his first lick at another male's sac. He felt every long hair tickle his taste buds on his rough tongue; the testicles roll against his nose; the heat that emancipated from the sweaty scrotum. It was all overpowering. He took another taste, and another and another, his tongue lolled out of his muzzle and groomed his father's nuts. It was so irresistible to lap those balls he never imagined were that massive. They had to be the size of large plums, juicy, plump and so delicious. Suddenly Toby felt the pervasive paw of his father clasp on the back of his neck and very forcefully stuffed his hardening cock into the young Dalmatian's muzzle. He opened his muzzle obediently. He had never sucked cock before and doing it with his own father excited him even more so. Toby began licking the preing tip. The head seemed to be constantly spurting never ending pre into his muzzle, the taste a mix between salt and tang. The smell of the arousal was stronger now that his nose was pressed up against his father's sheath and it drove Toby's senses crazy. He wanted even more now. Toby slowly lapped his father's dick, making the old dog shiver and moan with pleasure as he felt the rough taste buds on Toby's tongue explore every vein and bump on his cock. Spurt after spurt of pre hit the back of Toby's throat every time Mr. Baxton moaned out loud. Toby's paws had been covering his throbbing hard-on that was still tucked inside his pants; he was preing himself and it was starting to hurt. Lifting his paws up, he cupped his father's heavy sac with one paw and rested the other on his thigh. Suddenly without warning, he felt his father's paw smack the side of his muzzle. Toby yipped and pulled back, his canines brushing the tip as he withdrew, which resulted in him getting another slap. "What was that for?" Toby whined, as he rubbed his stinging cheek with his paw. He swallowed, not wanting to start crying. Not in front of his father. "Listen to me," Mr. Baxton growled roughly and grabbed Toby's chin to make him look him in the eye, "and listen close pup. You do not touch my balls unless I tell you to, and no teeth. Got it bitch?" Toby lowered his floppy ears and whined with a nod. "Yes sir..." "Good. Now finish it off." Mr. Baxton sat back in his chair, his cock holding itself up, the knot thick and fleshy. Clear pre cum leaked down the sides, the dim light from the television set gave the cock a shiny appearance. Toby opened his muzzle wide once more and took his father's cock into his muzzle once more. His dick ached for relief inside his underwear as he bobbed up and down the seven inches of his father. Toby could tell the older male was definitely pent up with how much pre he was releasing. Toby swallowed quickly but his gag reflex began kicking in as a fresh wave of pre exploded from the cockhead. Mr. Baxton must've felt Toby's reaction as his orgasm neared because when the teen pulled back he placed his paws on the back of his head and forced him down to deep throat his cock. Toby entire body convulsed as he felt his dad's cock spear throat his throat and the knot pop in past his lips. The heat generated from the core of his dick was intense inside his muzzle and felt so good on his tongue. His father bucked his hips up as he leaned forward and pushed down with his paws even harder as he gritted his teeth and groaned as he felt his seed start gushing out of his tip and into the awaiting throat of Toby's. He gagged both times as he swallowed the first and second wave of cum, gagged again as the third wave filled his muzzle, and gagged as the rest of the waves blasted out of the sides and dripped down on his chin and onto his shirt. Somewhere between the flood of cum his own cock had orgasmed in his pants and was visible through his crotch. He felt his father release his head and he pulled back, wiping his cheeks with his arm and paw and no sooner had his paw left his face there was a third slap on his muzzle. He yipped and recoiled back, raising his arm to hide his face. "You swallow every drop, you hear me?" Mr. Baxton barked from his chair, his cock already getting soft and withdrawing into his sheath. "Now get away from me cumslut. I don't want to see your face the rest of this morning." With that he reached over and retrieved his beer bottle and changed the channel on the TV, leaving a flabbergasted Toby shivering with fright on the side. Toby crawled over to his bowl of cereal and returned to his bedroom, tears streaming down his face as he closed the door behind him and sat on his bed. He wiped his eyes with his paw and stripped. He tossed his cum covered clothes into the corner of his room and pulled on the same clothes he wore the day before, he was going to be late for the bus if he didn't leave now. He opened his bedroom door, peeked over at his father, who was sitting in his lazy ass position on the recliner and sprinted to the door. Once outside he put his red cap on his head and with his head bowed low, ran to the nearest bus stop.