My Name is Midnite pt.3--The unexpected
Authors note: this story was meant to show ppl the changes in life, to show how suddenly things happen, whether its believable or not. I'd like to give a biiig thanks to Cecil, he gave me a lot of compliments about my stories. 
he even said, "your stories are good..." that made me laugh 'cause honestly, I'm always thinking that I did certain parts wrong here and there....but nobody ever seems to mind, and that makes me sooo happy, so thank u Cecil, and every1 else who gave me my fuel to write! Anyhow, heres a warning--all u wee-little kids, I'm supposed to tell u NOT to read this if your under 18 and all that other stuff that makes u feel as though your so useless....but just between u and me? If your mature enough to have found this site? And have the ability to read allll this junk? And UNDERSTAND it? Then u should judge your age bye maturity...but warning, ok? Enough mindless rambling--on to the story!
My Name Is Midnite Pt.3
By: Midnite
"You have a good day sir." I stepped out of the public bus and shifting my backpack comfortably I walked along the sidewalk. Normally I wouldn't have said anything so.... so goody-two-shoes like to a badger such as the bus-driver, but I couldn't help it. I can't say that I was feeling on top of the world, because I wasn't really. Yes, I was holding back extreme anticipation at the moment, but a little part of my mind had to ruin the moment for me. I tried to ignore this little nuisance, but more often than desired, that little part of my mind always got his way. It was this little voice that reminded me that I had absolutely no idea what I was to do when he arrived. Who's he, you ask? Why Spencer of course. Spencer... The vulpine I love more than I love myself. You see, he was coming over to my house today, and that thought alone made me skip again, drawing weird looks from the furs in the street as I walked home.
I saw my house come into view, it was down a lone little road with almost no stores or anything, just houses that lined the blocks for miles long. Kind of monotonous, but I've long since gotten used to it.
Cutting across the street, I reached a paw in my pocket and pulled out my keys, taking out just the right one. With a brief click, I opened the door, and slamming it restlessly behind me made straight for my room.
Letting my bag drop to the floor finally, I sighed with relief and collapsed back on my bed. It felt good to be home. At least in one respect; it would be a lie to say that 'there's no place like home', honestly, that saying doesn't refer to me. Sure, I loved being home, loved the privacy, loved to be away from other students, furs, and people. But that's only the bright side of the apple. Other than that, I can't say I enjoy being home at all. In fact, there are times when I dread returning, times when I wish I could go to a place far away where no one would recognize me. And it's all to blame on my parents. At least partially. You see, I first lived with my mother, she had long since broken up with my dad. Yes I lived with her, but that was a long time ago, about 5 years ago (which is long to me) when I was about ten is when I finally left. I finally got released from the prison of being with her, released from the physical abuse I was subjected to everyday. After I left her, my aunt accepted me in, and all went well for a moment, but not for long. She too had problems in life that had to be taken out on someone. And that someone was me. It wasn't bad, it was only verbal abuse, but it got to me, it bored into me, being called stupid everyday. I didn't let it bother me though, dong good in school, determined to get through it all. But then things got worse. I had to get a job. A REAL job just to afford to eat. I had to buy my own sheets, do my own laundry, buy my own lunch and school fare everyday. It became too much for me and again I left. I ran out and I guess it was luck that my father offered to take me in. This is where I am now, living with my father. He married a new woman some time ago and its him an my step-mother. But lets skip to why I don't enjoy being here. Its not that my fathers bad with me, its just the fact that he cares too much. A kind of tough love. The type of love that worries so much, he wont allow me an eight o'clock curfew without having to fight him for it! We argue almost everyday, on and off, over everything. If I come home late, he feels the need to ground me, if I don't do well on a test, or if I feel like having time off to myself--he feels that I'm unhappy or sulking and will actually get mad at me. I know he cares, its just something that I know, but its too much, he has to learn that its my life, not his. That's why I don't like being home, because in a way he's already wrote this beautifully clichéd life for me, the works. Get a high paying job someday, marry a beautiful girl, have grandkids, be a good example for my soon-to-be-here baby brother. All this. I can't stand being around him because of this. Because of the fact that I'm literally going to tear his dreams for me apart, and as easy as it sounds to just tell him to bug off, it isn't easy at all in real life. To put it simply, he won't accept the furson I've already decided to be.
I turned my head on my pillow and listened to the silence... My parents weren't home and I was ecstatic! I would soon have Spencer over, and I wouldn't have to worry about my annoying parents.
Forcing myself up off the bed finally I started organizing my room, I don't know why, just wanted my room to look nice when Spencer got here, which was... I realized suddenly that I had no idea when he'd be here. Well, it was no biggie really, I'd just prepare and be ready when he got here.
Shoving all my papers into my bag, I threw it behind the bed and checked to see what was on the floor. Making sure that my room at least appeared clean, I flipped off the light and made my way to the living room.
Collapsing on the couch I idly switched on the TV and cable box. As usual, there was absolutely nothing on TV. I shut off the TV and instead put on the radio, flipping stations I stopped on one that had classical music playing. I liked classical music, it was something that helped me calm down at times. I never was into music either, almost never listening to it unless I had nothing else to do. Now was that time.
Lying back comfortably, I closed my eyes and rested my mind for a bit. I had so many things going through my mind right then, everything that had happened with Spencer making my heart race, giving me the urge to just get up and run, but my mind was exhausted, I had to relax for a bit, and lying here on the couch was so comfortable.
I allowed my eyes to open partially and looked at the clock on the stereo system. It read 3:54pm.
I closed my eyes again, and with music playing that I barely registered must be the thirteenth A minor I drifted off...
My eyes snapped open suddenly and I felt my heart give a jolt as I was thrown back into consciousness. I was most definitely sure I heard the doorbell, and although it wasn't a sign to panic my mind kept yelling at me. [It's Spencer! It's him! Hurry, go get the door!]
I stumbled up and half-walked half-ran to the door and looked in the peephole. It was him.
Unlocking the door with one paw while my other ran through my head-fur and tried to compose myself I took a deep sigh. Once again, things in the world around me were put in mute as I saw him. He was dressed the same as he was in school yet his fur looked more combed as though he must've readied himself before coming. His red ears were perked a bit nervously and he looked at me, unsure of what to do. He looked a bit lost.
"Spencer." I said finally, "oh, come in." I moved out and gestured for him to enter and with a slight smile he did, walking past me. I don't think I missed a single aspect of his perfect body as he walked in, followed by his red white-tipped fluffy tail.
I locked the door behind me absently and followed him in. He had stopped once in the living room unsure of where to go, he looked at me, still silent. I motioned for him to sit on the couch and I sat next to him.
It was one of the most awkward things I have ever been subjected to in my entire life. We just sat, facing forward, neither of us seemingly able to turn our heads and look at each other.
Finally I got up and went to my room bringing out my computer chair, I turned it so the back faced him and sat leaning forward on the back of the chair. I couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Spencer!? Say something already!" I looked at him expectantly.
"Well, I don't... I don't know what to say!" He burst out. He looked at me and I suddenly started laughing. I couldn't help it, it was like one very clichéd moment that people only see in movies. To have something so amazingly awkward.
"I'm sorry Spence, we don't really, well, have anything to talk about." I smiled sadly at him, and not a moment later my stomach grumbled. I looked at my stomach surprised and then at him.
He had a grin on his muzzle and started laughing too.
"Well midnite, I think that both of us couldn't eat in lunch today." It was true. After what happened with Spencer, I didn't have the spirit to eat, but it seemed that my bad decision had come back on me.
I looked at him for a moment, and then got an idea. "Well, I could make something pretty fast for us. Whatever I got in the kitchen we could make."
He seemed to think about it, then smiled. "Ok." He got up and shook his arms. "At least it'll give us something to do." He gave another giggle as I got up and we made our way to the kitchen.
My kitchen was a small one; it had a counter, stove, microwave, and everything a normal kitchen would have.
I opened up a cabinet above the counter and turned to regard Spencer. "We have everything you see here. "Other stuffs in the fridge." I went to make my way to the fridge when he put a gentle paw on my shoulder.
"How 'bout that?" he pointed to a small box of spaghetti noodles. "We could boil that and add sauce. Fast, easy, and won't take much work."
I smiled at him. "Ok then, lets start." I pointed to a cabinet off on the other end of the counter "the pot we need is in there, you set water to boil and I'll get everything else. I couldn't help but watch him as he went to get the pot, reaching up into the cabinet and pulling the heavy pot down. And he did it quite gracefully I might add, just pulling it out smoothly while closing the cabinet door at the same time with his other paw all in one swift movement... I sighed to myself. I notice too much.
We sat down at the kitchen table and looked at each other and for a moment I assumed that the awkwardness had come back, but was relieved when Spencer started talking.
"Well, all we gotta do now is the dishes." I said. We had eaten, but in complete silence, I was sure that the completion of the food might make things seem more light, probably commence some conversation or other, but it didn't, and we barely looked at each other all through the meal.
"well...I could do them." He stood grabbing our plates, made for the sink. I watched him, could practically smell his nervousness. He placed them in the sink and stood there, putting the water to the perfect temperature when I couldn't take it anymore.
Standing, I went straight for him and placed a paw on his shoulder. He gave a quick jolt, and turned surprised--right into my lips. I kissed him, long and deep. His paw came up and wrapped around my neck, and he tilted his head at an angle, deepening the kiss. It was so quick, and after so short a time, we broke it, slowly, his eyes opening almost dreamily to look up at me.
"Your.... your beautiful Spencer." I said it. It took a lot of courage to do it, but I said it. He just looked at me, and his face represented that of comprehension, as though he just realized something, and he laughed quietly, almost disbelievingly.
"You are too midnite." He laughed again, shaking his head incredulously. "I've always thought so...but...but I never said anything. I thought it was just a mistake, something to ignore, and every time I wanted to look at you in the gym...or touch you, I just shoved the thoughts aside. Midnite...I think I've always liked you, I said I did when we were in gym today, but I just realized that for as long as I've known you, I always have." He hugged me tightly and laughed softly, pulling away to reveal a tear-filled face.
I caressed his cheek in my paw, feeling so much...love for him. And I kissed his lips gently, smiling encouragingly to him. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, and holding him tightly, walked with him to my room.
My room was a bit clean--thanks to my earlier tidying up, and seating him gently on the bed, I sat next to him and hugged him close to me. It was so new, to finally hold someone close to me, something that recently I could only dream about, and I held him with such gentleness, such care, realizing that the least I could do was appreciate this precious moment, spending it with a precious furson.
"So you've wanted to touch me before?" I said jokingly, remembering what he told me in the other room.
He gave a giggle, and nodded cutely. I hugged him tight again and sniffed his fur. He smelt wonderful, his fur really clean and with a slight shampoo scent. I sniffed deeper, and suddenly found myself nuzzling his neck.
I looked up briefly, and to my relief, his eyes were closed, obviously enjoying my nuzzling. I barely knew why, but I continued, nuzzling further along his neck and close to his chest, but the collar of his shirt stopped my advances. I don't really know what I was doing, but my heart was hammering in my chest as I, in an almost dream-like state, reached a paw and lifted his shirt up, moving my whole body on the floor, kneeling in front of the sitting fox. My bed was low to the floor, so he wasn't all too much higher. Finally lifting his shirt up all the way, I put my head underneath, and let the shirt drape over me. His scent was deep and warm here, and I resumed my spot at his neck, hearing him sigh softly. His neck smelt beautifully and I sniffed it deeply, rubbing my wet nose through his fur to his fuzzy chest of white fur. Here it smelt thicker and letting my tongue out slightly, I licked his chest.
His fur was smooth and warm, and tasted...good. Really good, and I licked again, wetting his fur with my tongue as I ran it along his chest.
His chest was matted down by the time I sniffed down to his abdomen, and again licked his slim abs. I licked curiously at his belly button, hidden in the fur and felt his sigh more. I kept tasting him here, and finally, I reached my long-desired target.
I slowly eased a paw under his shirt and opened his fly. He gave a shiver, and I felt a slight anticipation radiating from him as I pulled the zipper all the way down.
My senses immediately gave a jolt as a new scent rose up to greet my flailing nostrils. It was thick, and instantly I knew of its masculinity. It was tempting, a scent that for some strange reason made my mouth water, and my sheathe to stir.
I removed my paw and slowly pushed my muzzle into his fly. I was surprised to see he didn't wear underwear--which made my next administrations all that much easier. It wasn't hard to feel his foxhood press into my wet nose, as it had long since been erect and dripping pre. It was his cock that had the strongest scent, its aroma making my head spin.
And without stopping, I took his maleness into my muzzle. He gave a deep moan, shivering again, as I took his 8 inches into my muzzle. I never sucked anyone off before, so I didn't really know what I was doing, but I knew that I wanted to taste every single part of it, my tongue lapping all around his length, my muzzle sucking hard. It was amazing, and I wanted to taste even more of it.
Moving my muzzle more down, I lowered it till I almost choked, but I started gagging almost and knew it was enough, pulling it back out, I started a pace of bobbing my head on his cock, more into how much I loved its taste, than how to suck it perfectly. But ironically enough, it was this desire to 'just taste as much as possible' that made it almost professional.
Spencer groaned above me and I was too lost in my actions to notice, one paw pawing myself off inside my jeans, while I bobbed my head under his shirt, and in his fly. I went faster and faster, feeling my own pleasure build.
Unfortunately, I was new at this aspect of sex-life, and it wasn't long before I felt him groan loudly and spurt into my mouth.
I was so into the sucking, so into my own orgasm, that I sucked powerfully on him, feeling him fill my muzzle with his warm, slippery load, fuel my passion, and I swallowed it all, finally bringing myself over the edge. I sucked hard, sending pulse after pulse of my own seed onto his foot and leg.
I gasped quietly, letting his thoroughly cleaned cock fall from my lips when realization suddenly hit me about what I had just done.
I jumped up, my head still caught in his shirt, and yanking it off, I backed up slightly, falling painfully onto my rear.
"I'm-I'm sorry Spencer, I didn't know what I was doing, I was just....I dunno, I just-I just--"
"That was amazing." Spencer was looking incredulously at me, a smile breaking across his face. "how did u do that?"
"what?..." I was stupefied, so lost about it, when it dawned on me that he was saying he 'liked' what I did. I sighed with relief and sat next to him, the feeling of happiness returning to me full blast, making me hug him tight. "I don't know how I did it, I just really wanted to, so I did. You...you liked it?" I looked at him again, a wide smile on my face.
"Yeah, it felt so good." He blushed brightly, right through his flaming red fur and hugged me too.
We sat there, enjoying eachothers warmth, lost for words--but with no desire to talk, and held each other.
Suddenly, my ears pricked. "OH MY GOD! My parents, they're here!" I jumped up and yanked Spencer with me, then out my room, and turning, shoved him into the bathroom. "Your pants, clean 'em up!" I straightened up my head fur, brushing my mouth rapidly as the lock clicked and the door opened.
"Hi dad, mom." I smiled, making pretend I had come to just greet them.
"Me and your mother are tired.... stupid community seminars are going to kill us...how is everything here?"
I smiled as though it was no big deal. "Fine, my friend Spencer came over, we hanged out, played some games, and he's about to leave." I indicated the bathroom down the hall behind me. "He's making a quick pit-stop."
"Did you eat?" My mother asked.
"uh...yeah, we had sandwiches." I was so into lying, my heart pounding painfully, that I slapped myself. [We had spaghetti you idiot! You didn't need to lie!] "err...and spaghetti too. Sandwiches and, um, spaghetti, yeah..."
My dad made his way straight to his room while my mother followed--then stopped and came over to me, brushing my cheek. "Clean up after u eat a sandwich, the mayonnaise dried up in your fur for heavens sake..." I allowed her to brush off my cheek-fur, my face burning with nervousness, and watched as she went into the room with my dad.
"Everything ok?" Suddenly Spencer emerged, looking around for my parents. "where's your mom and dad?" He looked at me, his pants covered with wet spots.
"Never mind about them." I said briefly, walking him to the door. I passed a clock, it read 7:26pm. "Its late, I don't want you getting into trouble," I opened up the door, and making sure my parents weren't peeking around a corner, pulled him into a kiss. It felt smoother, I was starting to get better at this kissing-business. We broke the kiss and he looked at me lovingly.
"I love you Midnite, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" I nodded, with a smile of my own, and he walked out the door.
I locked it and went straight to my room, slammed my door, and collapsed on my bed with a giant smile. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world to say the least. I was with Spencer, the guy of my very dreams--literally, and I was with him. In actual life. Without dreaming. For real... And I don't think I could ever describe the happiness that coursed through my entire body, made my smile wider with pure joy. And feeling on top of the world, I lay there, and drifted off to sleep...
He walked passed the houses, making his way closer to where the buses stopped. Finally coming to the corner, he stopped and waited for the red light. He was ecstatic, he has just left Midnite's house and he wanted to spin with his bliss.
Finally seeing the 'walk' sign flash on the other end of the street, Spencer walked into the street, a big smile on his face, feeling that nothing in the world could ruin his happiness, not now, not when he felt so happy. The sky was dark already, it being winter. And as he crossed the street a silence fell across him, a silence that stopped everything.
BEEP BEEP!!!
He turned his head and all he saw was two white lights. He felt his body thud, a thud that was barely felt if at all. He saw a flash of red, the sky seemed to spin around him, unsure of its space, and he saw grey. No...he saw....red? A pool of red on this grey thing he was lying on...grey...street? A loud static-like noise was all around him, like...like words in fast forward. He tried to get up...but his body wouldn't respond. What was wrong? What was--aaaaah! A flash of pain like nothing ever before.
He moaned awkwardly, sounding as though something were stuck in his throat, the world went blurry, and because it was all he could do, he wept. [Midnite...] he thought. [Please midnite...I...I....] his eyes closed and the world swirled into blackness...
Two in a half blocks away, a wolf named midnite jerked up in bed, sweat soaking his fur and ran out his room, his house, the cold wind blowing his fur back, with some unknown force leading his way.
End Note: I honestly can't tell u whether Spencer will survive...or whether he's already dead. I couldn't handle not putting it in the story, and I feel like I've literally killed one of my own characters to be frank. All I can say is that there will be losses in life, and it's inevitable...but will there be a loss here with my story? I can't say....you'll have to wait and find out. Or maybe....I might just decide (and I'm only deciding whether I should really do this...) to let you guys vote on it. So if u have any ideas, send 'em to me, and we'll see how life can changes for these two...for better? Or for worse? Please send all questions, comments, or criticism to [email protected]