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There he is. My crush!

Crisp gazed at Carl from across the field as he sat on the bleachers. He was captivated by the sight of the black wolf as he chased the soccer ball around the pitch.

"He is hot, isn't he?"

Crisp almost jumped out of his fur and turned to see his best friend Eric sitting down beside him. The fox shot him a grin.

"He is," Crisp sighed dreamily. "If only I had the courage to ask him out."

"You should," the fox grinned. "I'm pretty sure he's gay, I remember hearing that he dated Bradley last semester."

"If you say so," Crisp replied, not feeling sure.

"C'mon man, you've had a crush on him for like a year now? You should ask him on a date or something, you keep telling me how much you wished you had the courage to."

He and Eric watched Carl run around the field.

He counted different reasons on his paw; he's a wolf, I'm a wusky, we'd match, but I don't know if he likes guys, that's just a rumour. But then again, he turns down all the girls on campus and I'm sure he did date that guy Bradley from our class.

_ _ "Look, he's walking over," Eric said, nudging Crisp in the ribs. "Go ask him!"

"Right now, in the middle of his practice?" Crisp replied. "Dude, c'mon."

"Go on!" Eric grinned, giving Crisp a shove.

Crisp sighed and made his way down the steps to where Carl was getting a bottle of water. The wolf looked handsome in his shorts and jersey.

"Hey Crisp!" he called, glancing up. "How's it going?"

Crisp noticed Carl's tail was wagging and there was a smile on his muzzle. A good sign!

However, as Crisp opened his mouth he could feel the words getting lodged in his throat.

"Uh, hi," he replied awkwardly before looking at the ground.

Carl cocked his head to one side and was about to answer when another player called his name from across the grass.

"Hey Carl!"

Carl waved before turning around and jogging off.

Crisp sighed and made his way back up to where Eric was sitting.

"How did that go?"

"Terrible," Crisp sighed. "I didn't know what to say or do, and then he got called away from me. This was a bad time to do it."

"Heh, sorry dude," Eric laughed, slapping Crisp on the back.

"Hmm, I don't find it funny," Crisp sighed. "Let's go somewhere else."

"I need to look for a new shirt," Eric said. "The strip is like a five minute walk, wanna come with me?"

"Sure, I guess," Crisp replied.

He reluctantly stood and followed the fox out of the stadium.

The strip mall with the clothes stores was only a short walk nearby. Crisp followed behind as Eric walked on ahead. He glanced at himself in the reflection of the store windows; he thought he had a fair chance of getting with Carl, he was a handsome black and white wusky with green eyes. He was dressed in his usual outfit of a red and white sleeveless hoodie with matching shorts and red sneakers.

Hmm, if Eric is going shopping maybe I'll buy some new sneakers?

_ _ "Hey, you there?"

Crisp was shaken from his thoughts and looked up to see Eric was turning into the entrance of one of the clothing stores. He followed him inside.

The store was fairly ubiquitous inside with racks of shirts, pants and sweaters. However, Crisp noticed a large section at the back full of rows of sneakers in different colours.

"I'm gonna look at shoes!" he called to Eric.

The fox nodded and turned to browse the shirt selection.

Crisp made his way down the aisle and glanced at the various kinds of sneakers on display. There was another blue and white pair that looked good, but just as his paw hovered above them he heard a voice.

"I think these are more your style."

Crisp frowned and turned to see a white Alsatian standing behind him. The Alsatian was wearing what looked like a white shirt, although it was hard to tell as the colour almost blended into his fur.

He noticed the Alsatian was pointing at a pair of red and white sneakers.

"I already have some like that," Crisp explained, pointing at his feet.

"I know, but this pair will make you more confident," the Alsatian said with a smile. "Is there something or someone you desperately want?"

Yes, Carl Crisp thought to himself, although he didn't say anything out loud. Instead, he nodded.

"I thought so," the Alsatian continued. His tone of voice seemed to suggest as if he knew exactly what problem Crisp was having. "There's a special someone and you have your eye in them. Get these sneakers, they'll help, but be aware, they might boost your confidence in ways you don't expect."

"Ways I don't expect?" Crisp repeated, fixing the Alsatian a frown.

The Alsatian nodded.

"Yes, if you try getting what you want and you back away, the shoes will let you know."

"Um, okay," Crisp replied, feeling a little weirded out.

"Trust me, they'll help a lot."

Crisp opened his mouth to reply, but a voice cut across him.

"Hey, Crisp!"

Crisp turned as he heard Eric calling him.

"I'm over here," he shouted back before turning.

The Alsatian was gone.

Crisp did a double take. The Alsatian had silently slipped away without a sound. He was probably a store employee who had gone off to help someone else, but something in his voice seemed very knowing. Crisp shrugged and picked up the red and white sneakers.

"There you are," Eric said. "You getting anything?"

"Yeah, these sneakers," Crisp replied, holding them up for Eric to see.

"Hmm, they look the same as the ones you have now."

"I know, but I got told they'd help my confidence," Crisp said.

"Huh?"

"The guy in the store said that," Crisp explained. "It was like he knew I had a crush on someone."

"Heh, they would 'cuz they want to make a sale," Eric laughed. "They always say things like buy these if you wanna impress the ladies. Anyway, I'm gonna pay for my shirt, were you gonna get anything else?"

"Nah, just the sneakers," he replied. "I'm going to try them on."

Crisp found a bench and sat down to try them on. He wiggled his way out of his old sneakers and slipped the new pair onto his feet. The fit was perfect; not too tight, not too loose.

"You like them?" Eric asked.

"Yup, they feel great. I'm getting these for sure."

They went to pay for their new items.

"I can't wait to put these on," Crisp said as they left the store. "I might do that right now."

He leant against the wall of the store as he slipped his old sneakers off and gently eased the new pair onto his feet. As Crisp tied the laces up he felt a funny feeling up his paws and arms, as if it was a slight electric shock.

"Ouch!"

"You okay?" Eric asked.

"Yeah, I just felt funny," Crisp shrugged. "I dunno, it was like a static shock or something."

He glanced up and saw the white Alsatian standing behind Eric. The Alsatian fixed him a smile.

"What are you looking at?"

Crisp was distracted by Eric's voice and glanced back to his friend. The fox was fixing him a quizzical expression.

"Oh, nothing," Crisp replied, glancing back over Eric's shoulder.

The Alsatian was gone.

The pair began walking back to their college dorms. Crisp couldn't help but feel proud of his new sneakers. They felt so comfortable and matched his outfit perfectly. The field was getting closer and Crisp looked out for Carl.

The black wolf was still standing on the grass, talking to a female husky on the bleachers.

"Hey, look," Eric grinned, digging Crisp in the ribs. "Go and talk to him."

"It went badly last time," Crisp sighed.

"He might like your new sneakers," Eric teased.

That changed it.

"Hold these," Crisp said, handing his old pair to Eric.

He strode up to the field. Carl saw him, wagged his tail and jogged over.

"Hey, where did you go?" the black wolf called.

Crisp opened his mouth, but he felt the words were once again stuck in his throat. Carl cocked his head to one side.

"You okay?"

"Oh, I," Crisp stumbled about.

He suddenly felt the same sensation in his feet that he had felt when he'd first put the trainers on; a kind of electric jolt. He glanced down and saw to his shock there was a bulge in his shorts.

Crisp glanced back up, hoping Carl had not noticed his erection. The wolf didn't seem to have spotted it, although Crisp felt very self-conscious.

How could I have gotten hard just by looking at him?

"Hey Carl!" someone called.

Carl smiled at Crisp before running off. Crisp sighed and felt defeated. He sensed Eric walk up beside him, which added to the feeling of humiliation.

"That went badly again," he explained.

Eric opened his mouth to reply, but Crisp knew by the fox's expression that he had seen the bulge.

"Dude, you got excited looking at him!" he grinned.

"Um, yeah," Crisp sighed.

Eric laughed and slapped Crisp on the back.

"Man, if he gets you that horned up you need to just ask him out, seriously," Eric said. "Wanna go and watch him some more?"

Crisp responded with a shrug and followed Eric back up to the bleachers. His erection subsided as they walked and sat down.

Carl was once again running around the field and Crisp felt a pang of sadness as he watched. The black wolf looked so handsome and graceful as he pranced about on the pitch. As Crisp watched, Carl ran a length of the field, but began heading back towards the side.

"Is he okay?" Eric mused.

Crisp opened his mouth to reply, but then he noticed the white Alsatian sitting a little further along from them. He smiled at Crisp and pointed down to Carl who was again standing by the bleachers. Crisp instinctively stood and began making his way down.

"You gonna try again?" Eric called, but Crisp ignored him.

"Hey," Crisp said as he reached Carl.

"Hey again," Carl grinned. "We seem to be running into each other a lot."

"I like to watch you," Crisp began, before cringing. "Sorry dude, uh, that sounded weird."

"Heh, well I'm glad you like watching us play," Carl replied.

Crisp opened his mouth, but he wasn't sure what to say. The feeling of the jolt coursing through his feet came back. Crisp gulped and looked down, half expecting to see another bulge. He forced himself to look back up.

"So, what are you doing for the rest of the day?" Crisp asked, trying to ignore the feeling in his feet.

"I'm just gonna play about here, and then I don't know," Carl replied. "You up to anything?"

Crisp wanted to say nothing, we should hang out, but nerves gripped him. The feeling in his feet came back.

"Lemme know what you're doing, I'll be down here," Carl said.

The wolf turned and jogged off down the field. Crisp turned to walk back up to Eric, but he fell flat on his muzzle.

"What the?" he gasped, trying to pick himself up before anyone noticed.

He looked down and realised the laces of his sneakers were tied together. Crisp fumbled about as he untied them and hurried back up to Eric with his ears splayed.

"What happened?" Eric asked.

"I fell," Crisp said, deliberately not mentioning the laces.

How the heck did they become tied like that anyway?

_ _ Eric nodded and stretched out.

"Urgh, man I need the bathroom," he said. "I'll be right back."

Before Crisp could say anything, the fox got up and left, leaving Crisp's old sneakers on the bench. Crisp watched him go before looking down at the new sneakers.

"Could they be causing the weird feelings?" he mused before shaking the thought away.

That idea was absurd, but Crisp couldn't help but feel something weird was happening. He reached down and tried to slip his new sneakers off.

They wouldn't move.

Crisp frowned and tried easing them off again. They were stuck tight.

"This makes no sense, they fit in the store," he thought out loud, pulling at them a little harder.

They remained firmly on his feet.

"They won't come off just yet."

Crisp almost jumped out of his fur. He turned to see the white Alsatian was now sat beside him.

"Okay, what's going on here?" Crisp said. "Is this some kind of hidden camera prank or something?"

"I can assure you this is no prank," the Alsatian replied. "As I said, these sneakers will give you confidence. Each time you try to talk to Carl but don't, they'll do something to prompt you. The only way to get them off is to kiss him."

"I don't believe this," Crisp retorted. "Wait, how do you know his name?"

"I know a lot of things," the Alsatian chuckled. "And I'm going to help you get what you want."

"Huh?"

"Keep trying to talk to Carl, get with him and the sneakers will stop their tricks. You'll be able to take them off," the Alsatian explained.

"I still think this is nonsense," Crisp sighed. "If this isn't a prank then you're just some creepy store employee who is now stalking me."

"I'm sometimes a store employee, and sometimes I do other things, depending on the situation," the Alsatian grinned.

"Who are you?"

"Most people call me Cupid," the Alsatian chuckled.

Crisp paused for a moment in disbelief, and then laughed.

"I thought Cupid was a small canine who carried a bow and arrow, and had wings?" he asked.

"Small? No, and as for the bow I stopped using that as it was difficult to sneak up on people with it. I now use an object or an item, like clothing, that I know will entice my target. As for wings, well I prefer just to transport myself around. It's nice just to pop up and then disappear again once my work is done rather than flapping about like a bird."

"Hmm," Crisp mumbled, not feeling sure of what else to say.

"In your case, you like sneakers, so now you're stuck with these sneakers until you kiss Carl."

"What if I cut them off with a knife or something?" Crisp retorted.

"I wouldn't risk hurting your feet, and that's not a nice thing to do to a new pair of sneakers," the Alsatian said, shaking his head. "And besides, don't you want to ask Carl out?"

"What if I don't believe you?" Crisp replied.

"Try going to talk to Carl, and not actually doing it," the Alsatian encouraged. "Look, there's Carl," he added, pointing to where the wolf was now sitting alone at the side of the field and sipping his water.

"Okay," Crisp said, not feeling convinced.

He stood and made his way down to where Carl was sitting. The wolf looked up and wagged his tail as Crisp approached.

"Um, hey," Crisp said.

"Hey to you too," Carl replied. "I feel like we've been having this conversation a lot."

"Oh, heh," Crisp stuttered. "Um."

He felt lost for words, and then the familiar but ominous jolting sensation spread across his feet again. He glanced down and realised his shorts were starting to slide down his legs. Crisp grabbed the waistband and pulled them back up.

"Are you okay?" Carl asked, fixing Crisp a concerned look.

"Yeah, um, do you wanna hang out once practice is done?" Crisp asked.

"Sure," Carl replied, wagging his tail. "Any ideas of what you wanna do?"

"We could watch a movie?" Crisp suggested, hoping the idea wasn't too cliché.

"Yeah, yeah I like that idea?" Carl grinned. "Any ideas?"

"I don't mind, you choose one," Crisp replied.

As he spoke, Crisp was aware that his shorts were no longer trying to slide down his legs. It seemed the crazy Cupid Alsatian was right, as absurd as it seemed.

"Awesome, well I'll think of one and let you know," Carl said with a smile. "Listen, I gotta do a little more practicing and then come and meet me at the bottom of the bleachers when I'm done."

Crisp wagged his tail.

"Sure, that sounds awesome," he grinned.

Carl grinned and wagged his tail in turn before heading back out onto the grass.

Crisp was still smiling as he made his way back up to where the Alsatian had been. The Alsatian was gone, but Eric had returned.

"So, I see you were talking to your wolf," he chuckled. "Did you ask him out then?"

"We're going to see a movie later," Crisp replied, thumping his tail.

"Ooh, look at you," Eric laughed. "One moment you can barely talk to him, and the next you're a couple."

"We're not a couple," Crisp sighed.

Yet, anyway.

They remained sitting until the practice came to an end. All the players ran to the side of the stadium and Crisp felt his heart beat faster as he saw Carl in the middle of the group chatting to another team mate.

Eric yawned and stretched out.

"Well, I'd better head back to my dorm. I've got homework to take care of," he said. "I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," he added, sticking his tongue out.

"Yeah, yeah," Crisp sighed.

"Oh, and your old sneakers are here," Eric said, setting them down beside Crisp.

"Cool, thanks," Crisp said, feeling aware of the fact he couldn't take his new pair off.

Part of him wondered whether to tell Eric, but he knew the fox would just think he was joking.

"See ya later," Eric said, exchanging a fist bump with Crisp.

"See ya," Crisp replied, trying to suppress a sigh.

He watched as the fox got up and left before turning his attention back to Carl. The wolf was now hanging out at the side of the pitch, and Crisp wondered if he should go down and talk to Carl.

"Go on," a voice said, and Crisp turned to see the Alsatian had reappeared. "Go talk to him, but remember you gotta kiss him to get those sneakers off."

"I can't just kiss him here and now," Crisp replied.

"No, but you'll get an opportunity soon," the Alsatian continued. "The sneakers will help you along."

"I'm not sure if I like the sound of that," Crisp sighed.

"Just be confident, and you'll have nothing to worry about."

Crisp responded with a resigned nod and glanced back down at Carl. He could see the wolf's toned body defined by his soccer jersey as he leant against the railing around the bleachers. The sight made Crisp want to try giving his crush a kiss. He turned to face the Alsatian, but he had vanished again.

"Time to be brave," Crisp said out loud to himself.

He picked up his old sneakers and made his way down to Carl. The wolf looked up and smiled.

"Hey, we've finished now. I'm gonna head back to my room to get a shower, wanna walk with me?" the wolf asked.

Crisp smiled and nodded.

They began walking to the gap in the bleachers.

"Those look new, when did you get them?" Carl asked, pointing at Crisp's new sneakers.

"Only today," Crisp explained.

"They look nice," Carl grinned. "Hey, are these your old pair?"

"Yeah," Crisp replied, holding his old sneakers up in his hand.

"You gonna keep them?"

"I think so," Crisp said.

Yes, and I'll put them back on once I get this new pair off!

"My dorm is this way, I hope you don't mind if I take a shower before we go? My roommate should be out, so it should be pretty chill there," Carl said.

"Sounds good," Crisp grinned, wagging his tail.

Although he wanted to look happy for the wolf, Crisp was already scheming his plan to get the new sneakers off his feet. He had to hope that he wouldn't scare Carl off.

The two canines made their way towards the dorms.

"This is my block," Carl explained, gesturing to the front entrance.

The block Carl lived in looked smart and modern, certainly better maintained than the building Crisp and Eric's dorms were located. Crisp wagged his tail as Carl let them in through the front door.

"This way," he said, gesturing for Crisp to follow him up the stairs. "My room is on the second floor."

Crisp followed Carl up the stairs. As with all student dorms, the scent of multiple species hit his nose. He also couldn't help but admire the sight of Carl's butt in his soccer shorts; it perked out and flexed slightly was the wolf climbed the stairs in front of him. The wolf's black tail also swished about and Crisp found himself being delightfully hypnotised by watching it.

"Here we go bud," Carl grinned as he pushed open a second door.

They walked into a short corridor lined with doors and Carl pulled his keys from his shorts pocket. Crisp watched as he opened the door and gestured for him to make his way inside.

Carl's room was large and quite messy, although that didn't bother Crisp.

"Make yourself at home," Carl said, gesturing at the bed. Crisp perched on the edge and Carl chuckled. "You can lay back if you want."

Crisp laid back as Carl grabbed a clean towel from a wash basket.

"Shall I look up movies?" Crisp asked.

"Sure, I won't be long," Carl replied, picking up a bottle of shampoo from his desk.

Carl left the room and Crisp felt the familiar but horrible sensation in his feet.

"But he's not here, how can I kiss him?" he sighed out loud.

The feeling stopped. Crisp frowned, wondering what had just happened. Was it a warning, or was the power of the sneakers malfunctioning somehow?

Whatever it was, Crisp wanted Carl to get back soon.

He distracted himself by examining Carl's room. The wolf seemed to have similar interests to Crisp, which pleased him. There were posters of video games, movies and rock bands hanging on the wall. A couple of model cars sat on Carl's desk, while the bedspread was a similar red and white one to what Crisp had.

The wolf also had a similar pair of sneakers under his desk, although his were green and white.

And I'm sure they don't possess any magic powers granted by Cupid.

_ _ Crisp sat back down on the bed and he felt a surge of relief as Carl opened the door and made his way back into the room. The wolf's chest fur was still a little damp from the shower, and Crisp noticed he still had his soccer shorts on.

"I forgot to take clean clothes with me," he grinned. "I hope that doesn't make you feel awkward?"

"It's cool," Crisp chuckled. "Should I look away for a second?"

"If you want," Carl replied.

Crisp averted his gaze, but he still kept one eye surreptitiously focused on the wolf. Carl eased his shorts down and Crisp got a clear sight of his muscular and fuzzy butt. He was sure the wolf had raised his tail slightly. Crisp could feel himself growing hard, but the sneakers sent another jolt up his legs. Another warning or a prompt perhaps.

Carl rubbed deodorant under his arms and Crisp caught the sweet scent mixed with wet fur. The scent was hot and Crisp felt himself getting excited again as he glanced over and saw the wolf pulling a clean pair of shorts up his legs followed by a red tank top.

"So, the question is do you want to go into town to catch a movie, or see what we can watch on my computer?" Carl asked, turning back to face Crisp. "There was a pretty decent selection last time I checked out movies on there."

"Um, I'm good either way man," Crisp replied. "I mean, if you're tired after practice we can always stay here."

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind staying here, if that's okay with you?"

"Sure," Crisp said, thumping his tail on the bed.

And besides, I stand more of a chance of kissing Carl here than in town.

_ _ Carl booted his laptop up as Crisp eased himself further up the bed.

"Lemme see what we've got," Carl said as he flopped beside Crisp. "Any particular genre you want?"

"I'm cool with any really," Crisp replied.

Carl shuffled up closer and Crisp felt a rush of adrenaline in his stomach. This was followed by another jolt from the sneakers.

"Okay, okay, I'm working on it!" Crisp grumbled.

"Huh, everything okay?" Carl replied.

"Oh, uh, I was just thinking out loud about any potential movie titles," Crisp claimed. "How about a romantic comedy?" he asked, before cringing and wondering if that was a silly genre to suggest.

"Romantic comedy sounds good to me," Carl replied. "How about this one, have you seen Summer of Heat yet?"

"I haven't, let's watch it," Crisp said, thumping his tail against the bed.

Carl pressed play and the credits appeared across the screen.

Crisp felt another rush of adrenaline as Carl edged closer to him. Was the wolf deliberately trying to get close? Crisp wondered, but he decided to wait and see what happened, even if the sneakers kept sending jolts up his legs like an electrical current.

They watched the movies opening scenes in silence. Carl laughed along and put his arm behind Crisp to rest it on the pillows.

Is he trying to get closer to me?

_ _ The sneakers sent another jolt up Crisp's legs.

"Argh," he grunted out loud.

"You okay, did I do something bad?" Carl asked, retreating his arm.

"No, you're good, I just had my leg at a funny angle," Crisp claimed.

"Okay," Carl replied, edging over a little. "I'll give you more room."

Dammit!

_ _ Crisp shuffled over to be closer to Carl and tried putting his arm on the pillows as the wolf had done. Carl didn't seem to mind. Crisp tried to concentrate on the movie, but the sneakers kept giving him the funny feeling as if they were pulsing on his feet.

"Fine," Crisp whispered to himself.

The two main characters of the movie (an Alsatian and a Hyena) were about to share a kiss and Crisp decided now was his chance.

He leaned over and planted a quick peck on Carl's cheek fluff.

"Oh!" Carl exclaimed, shooting Crisp a surprised glance.

"Um, sorry, I didn't mean to," Crisp stammered, feeling alarmed.

Carl's look of surprise faded and a smile spread across his muzzle. He leaned over and gave Crisp a quick peck on the muzzle.

"I didn't mean to do that either," he grinned. "But I enjoyed doing it."

The two canines sat in silence for a moment as the movie played in the background. Crisp took a deep breath before reaching out and taking Carl's face in his paws. Their muzzles met and Crisp gently pressed his lips against the wolf's.

They spent a minute kissing each other, touching lips before pulling back and smiling nervously.

"Here," Carl said.

He reached forwards and pulled Crisp to him. Their lips met again, only this time Carl gently slid his tongue into Crisp's mouth. Crisp closed his eyes as the wolf stroked the surface of his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The sensation was wonderful, but he then became aware of a new feeling in his feet.

It wasn't the same electric style jolt, it was a warm, soothing sensation.

Carl broke away and grinned at Crisp.

"That felt amazing," Crisp grinned.

"Good, because I'm going to do it again," Carl said.

Crisp closed his eyes and they shared another kiss. He was vaguely aware of the sneakers loosening on his feet, but he savoured the moment with Carl, continuing to kiss the wolf on the lips.

"I've been waiting to do that for a long time," Carl said.

"Really?" Crisp replied, feeling shocked. "I mean, I have too, but I'm surprised."

"Yeah, every time you came to watch me practice, I wished you'd come down and talk to me."

Their muzzles met for another kiss and Crisp could now appreciate the feeling without the shoes to prompt him.

"So, should we lay here and cuddle for a bit, or do you wanna go further?" Carl asked with a grin.

"Go further?" Crisp repeated, before realising what Carl meant. "Oh, heh, we could," he said, curling his tail around his legs and feeling his ears go slightly red at the tips.

"Aww, you look cute when you go all shy like that," Carl chuckled.

The wolf reached out and Crisp felt him slide a paw down his shorts. The two canines shuffled even closer together and Crisp let out a low growl of contentment as Carl stroked and fondled the outline of his cock through his underwear. He could feel himself growing harder and glanced down the front of his shorts to see the tip of his cock was now poking free of his red briefs.

Carl kept stroking and kissing Crisp. The wolf gently began pulling Crisp's shorts down.

"You like that?" he asked, giving Crisp's dick another grope and fondle.

"Yeah," Crisp breathed back.

At that moment, Crisp couldn't think about anything else. He remained still and allowed the wolf to explore his body and the contour of his cock with his paws.

"I'm so happy I finally get to do this with you," he said, giving Carl another kiss followed by a lick on his nose.

"Me too man."

"The sneakers helped me do that," Crisp grinned. "I couldn't have done it without them and Cupid."

"Huh?" Carl said, cocking an ear looking confused.

"Oh nothing, actually that reminds me of something," Crisp laughed. "I shouldn't have my shoes on in your bed."

"They're probably fine if they're clean," Carl replied. "Although it might make it easier to take your shorts and underwear off."

Crisp reached down anyway, undid the laces and tried pulling them off. Relief gushed through him as the sneakers gently slid off his feet.

"Ahh, that feels so good," Crisp said, putting the sneakers on the floor. "I've been waiting to do that all day."

"Heh, yeah I know the feeling," Carl chuckled as Crisp shuffled back up the bed.

Crisp rested his head against the pillows as Carl eased his shorts and underwear down before wrapping his hand around Crisp's shaft.

"That feels nice," Crisp moaned as Carl began stimulating his cock.

"Does it now?" the wolf replied as he kissed Crisp and continued jerking.

Crisp couldn't help but moan again as he felt Carl reach down with his other hand to knead his balls. Carl kept kissing him while using both paws to work his cock and balls.

"Oh Carl," Crisp managed to moan.

Carl momentarily took his hands away and used them to unzip Crisp's hoodie.

"Here," he said, helping Crisp out of it.

Crisp rested his head again and felt Carl go back to work on his dick. The wolf closed his mouth around the tip and briefly sucked on it while continuing to jerk Crisp's shaft.

"Damn, hah, that feels good," Crisp panted.

"Have you been with a guy before?" Carl asked as he broke off to continue jerking.

"N... not in a long time," Crisp panted.

"Then let's make this extra special."

Carl began licking and sucking Crisp's tip again. Crisp felt the wolf cup his balls again and resume jerking.

He opened his mouth to moan again but felt a sudden surging feeling and bucked forwards. Crisp let out a low howl as he shot a load of warm cum over his stomach and chest. A couple of flecks hit him on his face and muzzle. Carl continued jerking and feeling Crisp's balls, helping him to shoot his entire load out.

"Man you blew a lot," he laughed. "You almost got some on the wall."

Crisp lay panting as Carl grinned before licking the flecks from his muzzle. He then gave Crisp another kiss and their tongues caressed again.

"My turn now," Carl announced.

The wolf shuffled onto the bed next to Crisp and removed his shirt. Crisp panted and watched as Carl shed his tank top, eased his shorts down and begin stimulating himself. He reached out to help, but his arm felt wobbly and shaky in the afterglow. Instead, he reached down and fondled Carl's balls, copying the motions the wolf had used on him while kissing Carl's muzzle.

The room was filled the sound of moaning and panting from both canines.

"Huh, hah, I'm gonna go," Cart said through gritted teeth.

Crisp watched as the wolf shot his load over himself.

"You shot a lot too," Crisp managed to chuckle as Carl lay panting.

"Y... yeah, I hadn't gotten off in a while," the wolf panted.

The two males continued to pant and lay on the bed. Crisp felt sticky, but a huge grin was plastered across his muzzle.

That was the best fun I'd had in ages!

Eventually, Carl propped himself up on his elbow. He leaned over to give Crisp another kiss, but a glob of cum detached itself from his chest fur and almost fell onto the covers.

"We probably gotta get clean," he laughed. "And then we can finish the movie."

"Did we pause it?" Crisp asked.

They both turned to the screen and saw the words The End appear across the screen.

"Does that answer your question?" Carl grinned. "We can put it back to where we were."

"You got anything we can clean ourselves with?" Crisp asked.

"Yeah, I should have a towel around here somewhere," Carl replied.

The wolf eased himself off the bed and used one paw to stop any cum sliding onto the floor.

"I should have a towel around here somewhere, aha here it is!"

Carl tossed Crisp a brown towel. He began using it to clean the cum off his stomach.

"Here you go," Crisp said, tossing it back to Carl. "I could probably use a shower though."

"Heh, same. Just gotta check the coast is clear as I just went down there," Carl laughed.

"Seriously though, I had a great time," Crisp grinned.

Carl wagged his tail and pulled Crisp into a hug.

"Sorry dude, I'm getting you sticky again."

"I don't care," Crisp replied.

He glanced down at the floor and saw the sneakers sitting beside the bed. As weird as they were, they had helped Crisp finally kiss his crush.

Carl was trying to sluice his cum from his chest, but Crisp was glad to see the wolf's tail was still wagging.

"I gotta get this off, they complained recently about people putting stuff down the shower drain that blocks the pipe," Carl explained. "Wolf cum being an example."

Crisp laughed and turned to glance out of the window. Carl's room overlooked part of the stadium and part of the playing fields outside. There was a pathway below and Crisp noticed a canine walking along.

His heart skipped a beat as he noticed it was the white Alsatian and he wondered whether to step back out of view. The Alsatian glanced up in Crisp's direction. Crisp thought he could see a smile on the Alsatian's muzzle. The Alsatian gave something between a wave and a salute before he turned and continued walking.

"Thanks, I guess," Crisp sighed, waving back.

"What's up?" Carl said.

"Oh, nothing," Crisp replied, turning back from the window. "I was just thinking about what an awesome time we had."

"I'd like to do that again," Carl replied. "Again and again."

Crisp wagged his tail and pulled Carl into another hug.