Toilet Break
So this is a triple whammy for me- First furry story I've ever written, first adult story I've ever written (Closest I got before was using the work fuck. And even then I censored it) AND its the first contest piece I've ever written.
Standard M/M adult disclaimer applies. Don't like it, don't read it. Not 18? Get out now while you still can.
The character of Coyotek is copyright Coyotek. (http://coyotek.sofurry.com/)
Leon is just a name that I like.
This story is written for Coyotek's story contest (http://sofurry.com/page/140253) and is inspired by the following image: http://sofurry.com/page/86668/user
The too hands on sex ed lesson that is referred to can be found at http://sofurry.com/page/51700/user and is also copyright Coyotek.
Toilet Break
My name is Coyotek...
They say that in times of trauma, the brain blocks things out, so you don't have to remember it later. According to Google, it's called "motivated forgetting."
Whoever they are, they were wrong. I remember everything, from the colour of the tiles behind the shirt he was wearing (red) to the amount of paper left on the roll (about half a roll.) But I'm probably getting ahead of myself here. You won't understand much unless you hear the full story.
My downward spiral started with a sex ed lesson that was a little too hands on (That story informsthis one, but I'm not going to tell it.) My self confidence was rock bottom after that, and I guess people just pick up on that kind of thing, and they take advantage of it. Anyway, fast forward a year or so, and the day started normally enough with a yellow shirt and my old blue jeans; standard outfit for a standard day, or so I thought. I got on the bus at ten past eight, like always, arrived at school at quarter to nine, like always, and he was there. And now it's time for you to meet the other cast member in this play.
Leon is 17, a year my senior. He was a kind of 'in between' kid. He was never popular, but he was never picked on either. Kind of like I was before the first incident. I liked him, he'd always been pretty nice to me, even though I didn't speak to him that much, hell, I didn't speak much to anybody anymore. Being touched that way can do that, but I digress. Leon is pretty unremarkable to look at; just your average brown coyote. He had one marking, a white patch over his left eye. I think his plainness was what drew me to him, I never trusted the overly flashy people, I just got the feeling they were going to screw you over so they could get more attention. But I'm getting off topic again.
The thing I'm talking about happened the period before lunch. I had English, he had a free period. About 20 minutes before lunch, I left to go answer natures call, and he saw me go, and he followed.
I don't know why, but I've always been a stall man. I guess I'm kind of homophobic that way (ironic, really, when you think about it.) So I went in, did my thing and came out to the sinks. He was there, waiting for me, washing his hands.
"Hey dude" I said, simple pleasantries really.
"Hay man, what's up?" In hindsight, It's amazing how calm he was through the whole thing.
"Ah, same old, same old. You?"
"Not much at all" He glanced around nervously, the only time his cool mask slipped. "I think I can help you" He blurted out, more than said, the last part.
"Help me with what?" As far as I knew, I wasn't having trouble with any of my classes.
"Your problem"
"Problem?"
"Everybody has noticed it. The last year you've been getting more and more depressed, I don't know why, but I can only assume it's because of some girl or something. But I'm going to show you why you don't need her."
And then he grabbed me and led me to the stall at the far end of the room.
"I don't think you understand" I began
"I understand completely" He cut me off "She doesn't like you, and you're upset because of it. But I'm going to show you that people like you, that you are beautiful."
I had been worried from the word problem, but when I noticed him rubbing his sheath through his pants, that's when I began to get really scared. I'd been down this road before, and I didn't want to go down it again. But that's something else about Leon. You wouldn't think so to look at him, but he is strong. And he had both arms around my chest, half leading- half dragging me to his stall of choice, before he positioned me over the cistern.
The first thing I noticed about this place was that the previous occupant had not bothered to flush. It's funny, in some dark, twisted sense of the word, that I found that detail more reprehensible than what I knew was coming. The contents of the bowl must have distracted me, because the next thing I knew, my jeans and boxer shorts were around my knees. I guess he had discarded his too, because his maleness was rubbing against my behind, almost teasingly, like he wanted me to enjoy this. With his vice grip around me, I figured I wouldn't be able to fight my way out, so I just gripped the sides of the toilet and hung on, trying to focus on its contents.
"Just remember, I'm here to help" He said again. I think he genuinely believed that being forcibly taken like this was going to be beneficial. "I'm just trying to get you out of this cycle you have yourself in."
Then he was inside me.
People who haven't experienced it think that the first one is the hardest. It's only the hardest if you know when its coming. When you have no idea, it's the second one that's the real killer. The first time they are being careful because they don't want to break you before they are done, the second time they are into it and they really start going for it. And there's always a few pushes before they get the angle right and start hitting that sweet spot. Those ones are the worst.
I guess I should be thankful he was washing his hands before he came at me. Most of the water that was on his hands was transferred while he was getting himself hard. That made things easier for me. I guess I must have resisted, because he told me it'd be easier if I didn't. It's kinda funny really, I know everything about where it happened, and when it happened. I can tell you every little thing he did, but I have no idea what I did the whole time. I guess that's the motivated forgetting part.
His paws relaxed their grip on my chest a little and moved one up under my shirt to my nipples. That's when he really started thrusting. He finally found the right angle, and I let out a moan, I couldn't help it.
"That's the spirit" He said between insertions "There are people that want to make you feel good."
I have to admit, his hardness felt good inside me. And when he hit the sweet spot, I felt my own cock begin to expose itself. He changed it up after that, he went from the slow, deep thrusts to the quick spasmodic movements that indicated how close he was. It got to the point where my senses were overloaded, and it felt like my ass was on fire. He gasped behind me, the only involuntary noise he'd made the whole time, and then he came inside me, coating my walls with his warm, sticky fluid. I thought that was going to be the end of it, but he must have been serious about making me feel good.
"Sit down" he said. When I didn't, he pushed me onto the toilet seat. "I told you this was for you, and I meant it" he continued, as he started to squeeze my sheath.
I felt my cock harden, and then I gave up on resisting and moaned. Loudly. He silenced my muzzle with his own, before leaning forward to whisper "Quietly."
His strokes on my rapidly growing member were not helping the cause, and I continued moaning as he would first run up the length with one paw, then switch to the other to work the base. Dimly, I wondered if this was Leon's first time performing such an act, but I soon remembered that this is an activity all males partake in, some more privately than others.
I snapped out of these thoughts when he engulfed my cock in his jaws, and it was all I could do not to grab his head and start shoving myself into him.
It was obvious that he wasn't so experienced at this, but god was he trying. He continued to bob his head along the shaft, while trying to work his tongue around. He gagged quickly though, and was content to continue by paw as he started stroking the base with his right, while softly squeezing the engorged head with his left. That was the move that put me over the edge. I barely managed to let out a warning as I came all over his paw, also getting a good splattering on my stomach and inner thighs.
"There see?" He said "There are people who love you." He took the time to clean me up using the toilet paper in the stall, and flushed it before leaving. I sat in a stunned silence for a few moments, then got up and followed.
In the end, I think he just cared for me too much, and he wanted to fix my depression. I won't say that day was what cured me, but I think he achieved his goal in the long run.
If you have any thoughts or comments leave them in the comments section down there. Please keep any critisism constructive, and please, PLEASE don't give it high praise and/or a high rating just because its my first story. The only way I'll improve is if people are honest.