Ian
It all started out in math class. He sits a row over, to the left of me. We don't really talk much, but we sometimes work together with a few other people. Ian is about the same height as me, but a little larger and a lot more athletic. I'm a dark grey coyote, with a rough coat and yellow eyes. Ian is an otter, with dark brown skin and short shaggy hair. After endless fantasies and daydreaming in class, I finally thought of the scheme. It was brilliant, and foolproof too.
"Max, can you tell me the intercept of this hyperbola?"
I stared at the line, unaware of the answer.
"Uhh..10?'
My teacher rolled his eyes, and asked Shawn, one of the brightest kids in the class.
"Its obviously 14, because if a=4 and..."
The class bell rang and the class stood up as one, and ran towards the doors of the class, all trying to escape. It was the last class of the day, and I remembered Ian talking about swim team tryouts during class. The idea that came to me was perfect: I could just join the swim team and maybe get to see more of Ian.
When I got to the gym, I signed a form and I was in. So few joined the team, that we were all accepted and invited to first practice next afternoon. I couldn't wait.
That night, I imagined me and Ian in the swimming pool, alone. I was snogging him and I could feel his meat press-up against mine through his swimming trunks. I awoke with a jolt next morning, and rushed out of the house for school. The school day was long, and bland. When the final class bell rang my heart raced, and I walked to the gym for my first swimming lesson.
We changed in silence, a few kids dressed right in the open, but Ian preferred using a change room. After swimming in the pool for a few minutes, our coach instructed us to swim across the pool several times. It seemed that Ian and the rest of the team worked as one, while I straggled behind, barley able to keep up behind of the pack. After an hour of practise, our coach dismissed us. I was relieved; I hated swimming.
As we entered the change room, I grabbed a chance to check Ian out. He was a well build guy, with some meat on him, and decent sized hands and feet. He always had a goofy grin on his face. I subtly glanced down a bit further and noticed his junk pressed against his trunks, the water helping the effect. I snapped my head back up, not daring to steal more time. Ian glanced over at me and asked:
"Hey, Max, What do you think of the swim team?"
"Oh" I thought "It's a lot of hard work" I mumbled out.
He laughed "We can tell"
I was one of the last swimmers to finish changing, I decided that I needed to water a bush, so I stayed behind and went to the washroom. After finishing, as I was leaving the change room, I heard a shower that I thought had been left on. Curious, I walked back into the locker room to shut it off when I heard a low grunt. I peered into the shower, and saw Ian with his back to the wall, jacking his meat under the stream of water. He noticed me, and attempted to cover himself up
"Hey man, sorry, I thought I was the last person here"
 "That's impossible"
I pointed towards my backpack. It was sitting on the bench in the locker room, clearly visible from the shower. Ian smirked a little, and slyly replied
"Okay, So I figured you might still be here. I know you want me, I can see you starring wolf"
Ian grinned and took my hand.
'So, are you interested?"
I licked my lips and nodded my head. We turned the shower off and walked towards the benches in the locker room. We sat down, and I began to kiss him, my tongue dominating his. I broke it off, and grinned.
"What do you think about..feet fetishes?"
"Never heard of them.."
He looked at me confusedly, looking down at his feet
"You want to play with my feet?"
I nodded my head
"Well, Alright, Whatever floats your boat"
I lifted one of his footpads onto my lap and examined the base of it, massaging the heel and the sole. Ian had good sized feet, probably a size 11 or 12. I pulled his toes apart and noticed the webbing between them. I glanced up at him to see his reaction. He laughed
"Hey man, that tickles. What else are you gonna do to them?"
I moved his foot up to my mouth, and ran my tongue from the heel to the tip of his big toe. Ian laughed and tented his boxers a little. I began to suck on his big toe, first getting the whole thing in my mouth, then mimicking a blowjob on it. Ian was still laughing, and I noticed him blush a little. I began working on the other toes, then licking the whole base of his foot.
After playing with Ian's feet I was fully tented. Ian smiled at me and slipped my trunks off so that we were both naked.
He then laid down on the bench and lifted both his legs up into the air, exposing his hole. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a condom. He put it between his toes, and looked at me longingly.
"Come and get 're wolf"
Ian saying that almost made me come there and then, but I held it off. I took the condom and slipped it on. I peered down at his hole, and Ian noticed.
"Don't worry, I'm not a virgin."
I nodded, and positioned myself in front of him. I began to enter him, and Ian bit down on his bottom lip, moaning a little, wrapping his legs around me. I pulled out a bit, and plunged back in. Ian sighed and began pushing back a bit. We got into a good rhythm.
"Ugh Maxxx..."
Ian was tight, and his moaning was arousing me even more.
"Aghh Come on Maxxx..."
I pushed into him even more, and drew a whimper out of the breathtaking otter.
"Ohh..Oh..Max, Max, Right there man.."
I kept pounding the same spot, drawing louder whimpers out of the sexed otter. I could feel Ian coming. Before I knew it, I felt Ian's whole body clench up and watched as he blew his load all over his chest and face. I thrusted into him a few more times, and came myself, panting from the heat of the moment. I pulled out and crashed on top of him, smiling at him.
"What is the peak of the first crest Max?"
I woke up from the day dream and moved my dick around the waistband of my underpants to hide my arousal.
"42?"
I knew I was wrong, but I didn't really care. I glanced over at Ian, who flashed me a grin.
Anythings possible, I thought.
Fin.