What a Day
Ethan West, that's my name. I'm sixteen years young, a red wolf, and a junior in high school. I live with my mom, who just got divorced two weeks ago. I'm not going to miss my dad. He was a douche, never let me do anything but be his servant-boy, "Ethan, get me a beer! Ethan, go change the channel! Ethan, do this! Ethan, do that!" I hated him. He never let me bring anyone home with me. Not even a girl. He'd freak if he met Nate... Wait, did I forget to mention that I'm gay? Well I wasn't until recently at least. It's quite an intriguing story, if you want to hear it...or read it...rather.
It was a hot, humid day, a Tuesday I think, we had just came back in from soccer practice. We were tired, hot and sweaty, and just wanted to get back inside the gym where it was cool.
"Alright boys, hit the showers," said the soccer coach, Mr. Parker, he's a Doberman "I'll get some Gatorade, you all need to get rehydrated,"
As he left, we all poured into the shower room. I stood in front a tin locker in the back of the room, and took off my sweaty gym clothes, feeling the instantaneous cooling relief of the air hitting my wet, naked body. I literally saw steam coming of my body, I was hot!
I walked in the shower room, my senses bombarded with the smell of sweat and soap, and the sight of many naked dudes. I walked towards a shower, trying my best not to stare at the wild, testosterone fuelled, naked guys, who were playfully towel snapping each other like a bunch of idiots. I turned on the water and adjusted it to a cool temperature. I could feel the heat being lifted from my red fur. I lathered some soap in my paws and scrubbed my body, particularly under my arms and across my chest.
I let out a content sigh. It felt good, the cool water on my hot fur, and the feeling of my body. All the soccer has been good to me. The hard work has given me toned, bulging biceps, firm, flat six pack abs, and a tight ass. Although I'd never admit it, I like the way my body feels. Fortunately for my rep, I'm quite modest.
"Hey bud, what's up," said a voice familiar to me "You like feeling yourself or somethin'?"
I tuned to face my best friend Nate, also naked.
"I might," I said with a chuckle and a wink
"Can't say that I blame you, if I had a body like yours I'd want to feel myself too,"
"My body's not that great,"
"Are you kiddin', you have a friggin' six pack," said Nate, getting into the shower next to me "not to mention that you're big! And just take a look at me!"
I glanced over to my friend. Nate was a skunk, but unlike most skunks, his fur, which typically for most skunks is black, is blue. He has blonde hair, both his ears pierced with a silver stud, and he had a belly with a big bulge, seemingly unaffected by the exercise. He had lean arms and legs, but not impressive like mine, and a cock that would be four inches long when it would be erect, where as mine, would be seven. Nate says that he's cursed to be small, but I know he's just a late bloomer.
"You're not so bad,"
"My body sucks,"
"No it doesn't,"
"Yes it does. I'm not skinny, I'm not buff, and I'm not hung like you are,"
"Who cares?"
"I DO!! I hate being this way," he bowed his head, letting the water soak his hair "I feel so uncomfortable being around you,"
"Nate..." Something else about him is that he has self esteem issues. "Appearance ain't important! Outer beauty is temporary. Natural beauty starts going away about at age forty or so, after that people need Botox or some sort of cream just so their skin's not wrinkly! Hell, if I don't work our regularly and eat right I'll lose all of this! Personally, I'd rather be like you,"
"Why? I'm repulsive,"
"My God, you're not repulsive, you're just plain. Just about every hot person was plain at some part in their life,"
"That's easy for you to say, you were born hot-"
I blushed "You think I'm hot...?"
"S-Sorry, that sounded gay! I-I-I meant-"
"It's fine, don't get your fur in a bunch, chicks call each other hot all the time without being called lesbians so why can't guys without being called gay?"
"'Cuz that's a chick thing, it's not a guy thing,"
"Well that blows," I said as I rinsed my hair "'Cuz I think you're attractive, and I'm not gay," I pinched my lips together, it felt like I just told a lie. I do think Nate's attractive, one of the best looking 'natural' guys I've seen, but it felt like I lied about my sexuality. I've suspected the possibility that I could be gay for a few years now. I gotten to where I look at guys a lot, and get really hot and excited when I catch the sight of some dude's cock. Just last week in the tub I got this spontaneous urge to play with myself and, grossly enough, I liked the way my cock and balls felt in my paws, I enjoyed the very touch of it. I spoke to my counselor about my feelings yesterday about it, but he just said "Mr. West, it's perfectly normal for pubescent boys to compare and masturbate" but I knew better, I know it goes beyond puberty, and goes right into me questioning my ability to call myself heterosexual...and my ability...to resist guys.
Soon it came time to go home. Nate and I were at our usual hangout, the bleachers near the baseball fields, while we waited for the traffic to clear so we can go home, it gets really congested at this time of day. He and I would sit and talk about things, play cards, listen to our MP3 players, that sort of stuff. Today we were playing "Would You Rather".
"Okay Ethan..." he started "Would you rather drink out of the toilet or chew gum that's been stuck on the floor for a week?"
"Hmm...the toilet. At least the water's new every time, and I don't trust the floor at all,"
"Yeah,"
"Okay my turn...hmm...okay, would you rather shave your dad's balls or witness a pregnant woman getting a C-section?"
"Dude!" he exclaimed in disgust "...Shave my dad's balls, the sight of blood doesn't agree well with my stomach," Nate started thinking "Alright, would you rather sleep with Paris Hilton or get tazed in the crotch,"
"Tazed, who knows how many people that slut's slept with... Now then...would you rather...let a guy play with your cock, or watch your mom pole dance?"
"Let a guy play with me, at least I won't go blind, my mom is NOT sexy,"
"Good call," I said, having a rather interesting image in my head "Okay you're turn,"
"Alright...hmm...would you rather..." Nate paused to think "...go out with Megan Fox...or...or...go out with me...?"
"That's an easy one...I'd go out with you," I said with surprising briskness and confidence.
Nate eyes got wide, he too was astonished at my quick answer.
"R-Really...? You w-would? You didn't even have to think about it...wow..." Nate seemed a little bit shocked, maybe even excited, his face redder than a ripe tomato.
"Well...you are my best friend, the best friend I ever had ever...so, I wouldn't mind going out with you..."
"Whoa..." said Nate blushing, I could see a bashful grin on his face
There was a brief pause.
"...Hey Nate..." I started "...Do you want to go out with me?"
"Uhh...! W-Why would you think that, Ethan?"
"No reason, I was just asking, chill okay!" I turned away from him.
"Well...um..." He said crawling up to me, sounding a bit excited "...d-do you?"
I paused. I had the perfect opportunity to say yes. I had the perfect opportunity to determine whether or not that I was gay. I had the perfect opportunity to be with my best friend. But did I take this opportunity? No! Why? Because I was too scared! Too scared...to face myself...and too scared to face the possibility...that I may be a faggot...and too scared to face the possibility that I might actually like it being one.
"No..." I said calmly, lying "...Hey man... I think the traffic's cleared...we better go before we get accused of loitering or something..."
"Um...right..." said Nate fishing out his car keys, if I didn't know any better I'd say that he sounded disappointed. I just brushed it off; if Nate was gay he would have told me.
He and I headed down to the junior parking lot, got into our cars, and drove home.
As soon as I got home, I threw my book bag down next to the couch, and headed into the kitchen. My mother was there, washing the dishes. She is a middle aged red wolf who never really worked off her baby belly. Her burgundy hair comes down to her shoulders and is usually pulled back into a bob. As she worked, she hummed a tune; like me she was happy to get rid of dad as well.
"Oh," she said "Welcome home Ethan...have a good day at school,"
"Sure..." I sigh as I sat down at I dinner
"...You alright...? You seem depressed..."
"I'm just tired..."
"You sure..."
"Yeah..."
You took a deep sigh, and faced me.
"...Ethan...listen to me...if there's anything bothering you...just tell me...that's what I'm here for...now...is anything wrong...?"
I let out a sigh and thought Now's a good time if any "Well...I have a lot on my mind..."
"What is it, you won't feel better unless you get it off your chest..."
I sighed "...Mom...I...ermmm...I... I think I'm gay..."
She looked at me with a weird looking expression of shock "...are...you serious...?"
"Would a straight guy honestly lie and say that he's gay?"
"...Oh..." Said my mom, who looked like she was about to cry.
I felt a knot forming in my throat
"I-I-I'm sorry mom..." I uttered as my voice started to break "I-I didn't mean t-"
"Ethan, don't apologize..." she stated as she wiped a tear from her face "If you are attracted to guys and feel love towards them...well...there's no helping that, and if you want to spend the rest of your life with a man...then...that's your choice..." She placed her hand on my shoulder and gave me a warm smile, eyes still saturated "But you don't need to be sorry... it's just how you are, everyone's different... you're just different...!"
I bowed my head. I don't need to be sorry? I thought I'm just different?
"If you're honestly in love with someone you shouldn't have to feel ashamed by it! Don't we as a society say all the time that 'love knows no bounds'? Then they turn around and punish someone for loving someone of the same sex! You don't need to be sorry, this hypocritical society should! It pisses me off how people treat someone because of their sexuality! Nothing justifies the abuse, NOTHING!!-"
My mom took a deep breath to calm down. There was a brief silence.
"Ethan...so um...how long have you had these feelings?"
"...A few years..." I calmly said
"So this isn't anything new?" I shook my head. My mom gave me a warm smile then said "Well alright..." I grinned "...well is there anyone you're interested in?"
"Well..." I thought for a bit, I thought about Nate. I thought about all the things he and I have been through and done together. I thought about his personality, his body, everything. Nate and I have been best friends for six years now, and I've really enjoyed the time we spent together, and I never want it to end. The majority of my curiosity is centered on him. Although I didn't realize what it was until now, but I loved him "...yeah...I do...there is someone I like..."
"Anyone I know...?"
"No, but I've known him for years. I didn't want to bring him home before because I didn't want dad scaring him off like he did with all my other friends,"
"Can't say I blame you there," She gave me a smile "...now go get washed up...it's almost dinner time..."
"Okay..."
I got up out of my seat and walked towards the bathroom to wash my paws.
"And Ethan..."
I turned to face her.
"Yeah..."
"...Don't be afraid to get things of your chest...keeping something bottled up isn't healthy... If you need to tell someone something, then just say it..."
I smiled as I stepped into the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and took a look at myself. I looked at my red wolf face with my golden eyes.
I thought some. What would it be like dating a guy? Would it be like dating a girl, only different? I guess it would be like dating a flat-chested girl with a cock and facial hair. I then thought of Nate. I smiled, I never thought about it before but now that I think about it, I was in love with him, my best friend. He's probably is the most attractive person around town, in body and in soul.
I closed my eyes, and just thought...no...fantasized.
'Nate'
'Yeah Ethan?'
'There's something I have to tell you'
'What is it?'
'I love you...I love you Nate!'
'H-Huh...?'
'I love you. Will you please go out with me?'
'...a-a-are...d-do you mean it...?'
'Yes, I mean it with all my body and my soul. So will you?'
'...sniff...of course! I LOVE YOU TOO ETHAN! I ALWAYS HAVE!"
I felt my eyes tearing up, and my heart flutter. These thoughts filled me with happiness. If only the real thing could be this... I thought I hope it does!
Soon after that, three weeks have past. I've accepted that I'm gay. I now walk the halls with my chest out with self pride, and my mouth curled with a happy smile. Without those thoughts of uncertainy buzzing around in my skull, I've felt more carefree and less stressed out. Now the only thing that could possibly make me happier is if I get my first boyfriend. And who did I have my eye on? Nate.
I love that skunk. He's been my best friend for years, and during that time, he's stolen my heart. I loved everything about him. His personality, his smile, his heart, I even loved his body. I don't care if he's not some Herculean stud. Nate's real. He's not some faker or a deceiver. He's my prince, my Romeo, my perfect match. I love Nate, the Nate that Nate hates because he's not hot or sexy.
But, ever since that one day, I've felt like Nate has been hiding something from me. Whether if it's that's he's gay or some other reason, I had to get the truth out of him.
After school, I met Nate down in the locker room after practice.
"Yo Nate," I said plopping myself next to him on the cold iron bench "What's up buddy?" He looked at me with a sad expression and just looked back down. "...Is something wrong...? You not acting like yerself," He remained silent. "Nate..."
"I just..." said Nate finally "Have a lot on my mind,"
"You wanna' talk about it?"
"No,"
"Nate... Don't be afraid to get things of your chest...keeping something bottled up isn't healthy... If you need to tell someone something, then just say it..." I grinned, I sounded just like my mom just now.
Nate sighed "...Well...um...I've been keeping a secret from you for years...and...it's been bothering me a lot..."
"What is it?"
"I..." I was on the edge of my seat, eagerly awaiting his answer "...I...I-I-I..." his voice was breaking. And was silent until he blurted out in tears "OH GOD! I CANT STAND IT!" I jumped a bit "WHY? WHY DID I PUSSY OUT OF KILLING MYSELF?!!"
"YOU TRIED TO KILL YERSELF?!!" I exclaimed in shock and concern. He nodded, tears rolling from his face "N-N-Nate...w-w-w-why...? Why would you want to do such a stupid thing?"
"B-B'cuz...b'cuz I'm sick of being the way I am!! I'm sick of being ugly!"
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE NATE!! IS THIS WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT?!!" He nodded "MY GOD NATE YOU'RE NOT UGLY!! WHY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE UGLY?!!"
"B'CUZ EVERYONE SAYS I AM!!"
There was a long silence before Nate bowed his head and said "I can't go one day without someone without coming up to me and saying "Why can someone as ugly as you be allowed to be around someone as attractive as Ethan," It's been bothering me for years,"
"Why didn't you tell me that people were saying those things to you?"
"B'cuz..." More tears filled Ethan's eyes "...b'cuz I was afraid that you'd agree with them,"
I was shocked. I was shocked, hurt and disgusted all at the same time.
"Why Nate?" I managed to say through the knot in my throat and my tears "Why would you think that?"
"...I...I-I-I don't know..." He wiped the tears from his face "B-B-But...th-th-that's not the reason why I tried to kill myself... L-Last Tuesday...I got an E-Mail. It said "If you're so miserable about being ugly then you should just end it. Just go fuckin' kill yourself!" That's why I've been acting so strange lately. I've been debating whether or not to do the deed or not all week after that. Then, last night, my mom left her medication out on the bathroom sink. I took out a fistful of pills and swallowed them. But a little while afterwards, I started thinking about my family...and you. I thought about how you'd all feel if I was dead...s-s-so I stuck my finger down my throat and I barfed all of them back up!!" He buried his face into my chest "I'M SORRY ETHAN!! I'M SO SORRY!!"
"Nate..." I stroked the back of his head. He looked up with his teary face at my teary face "...I don't care what you look like...I don't care if you're the ugliest guy on the planet, which you're not...You're real...you're natural and not some plastic, steroid pumped poser... You're my best and greatest friend Nate and...and you don't need to change, you're sexy to me...b'cuz" I took a deep breath "...I...I love you... I'm...in love with you..." I took hold Nate's face with my paws and pulled him up to my lips and gave him the biggest and sweetest kiss I've ever given, and ever could give, anyone.
Nate remained motionless. Everything got still and quiet. So quiet in fact I could hear my heart beating as it began to quicken and beat with passion. I didn't know what would happen next. Would flip out and ridicule me? Then another thought crossed my mind. What if this would make everything worse? I started to push Nate away from my lips. But then something happened. As soon as my I broke the connection between my lips and his, Nate pulled them back together. I opened my eyes a bit and saw Nate looking back at me. He was crying again, but they weren't tears of sadness or regret, they were tears of happiness. I could tell they were by the way his eyes twinkled, and by the way his mouth curled in my lips. We closed our eyes and wrapped each outer in a tight tender hug, tilted our heads in opposite connections and connected our mouths into one giant kiss.
The next thing that happened was me sticking my tongue as deep as I could in Nate's mouth. Nate reacted quickly, and stuck his tongue in mine. Soon our mouths became a wrestling rink for our tongues as they wrapped around each other like a couple of wet pink boa constrictors. Without retracting our tongues, he and I got onto the cold gym floor, and Nate got onto his back. With Nate's belly as a cushion, I laid down on top of him, and wrapped my arms around his soft body with my left paw holding his head in place. I could hear moans and murrs coming from Nate as he caressed my muscular back.
It wasn't long before my pants started getting tighter. I could feel my man-sausage getting harder as the blood rushed down there. I later felt Nate's poking me in my thigh. I was getting hot; I disconnected from Nate and pulled off my shirt, showing him my incredible body. I gripped the tail of Nate's shirt and pulled it off too, throwing it to the side out of the way. There I saw the plush hill that was Nate's belly. The white fuzzy mound stuck out farther than his muzzle, even while on his back. Nate frowned as I stared at his large gut, but I smiled at it. I thought he had a really cute belly. I laid my head on his belly; it was warm and plush like a memory foam pillow. I could hear all kinds of funny gaseous noises and deep gurgling coming from it. I chuckled.
"Wow Nate, your gut's making a lot of weird noises," I smiled at him, and he smiled back "I like them. I really do,"
I looked back down at this gut and I licked by lips. My muzzle traveled down to his stomach, and kissed it with my wet nose. I drug my tongue from the bottom of his belly up to the center of his chest and repetitively licked his fuzzy hill as if it were an ice pop. Nate stated to giggle, my tongue licking his belly must have tickled as much as the bristles of his fur tickled my tender tongue.
It was safe to say I was enjoying myself. Taking my tongue up and down Nate's belly like a skier on a slope. Taking a rest stop to play in the crater that was his belly button. Blowing on his belly like a mother would her baby's, making those fart sounds. I was happy, and so was Nate, after all, it's not every day your hot best friend lusts over your fat belly. I could feel his hard boner poking me in the neck as I licked, nuzzle his face and caressed his belly.
When I had my fun, I slid beside my pudgy skunk lover and snuggled up to him, still rubbing his gut, now wet with my saliva. We just laid there for while, trying to catch our breaths.
"That...was great Nate..." I said to him
"Yeah i-i-it was..." he smile "I had a lot of fun,"
"Me too," I kissed him on the cheek "It all felt so right to me,"
"Teehee yeah... I...never really expected you to...well...swing that way..." I smiled at him "...but...I'm kind of glad you do...I was beginning to think I was the only gay guy at school,"
"Speaking of which, how come you never told me that yer gay?"
"It was your typical closet pains. And you?"
"Didn't finally accept it until last month," There was a pause "And Nate..."
"Yeah...?"
"...I love you,"
He smiled "...I love you too Ethan...I always have..."
He and I closed our eyes and shared one great big kiss.
Everything changed at that moment. Nate and I were no longer just friends. We were lovers. I knew our lives would never be the same again. But I didn't care. As long as I had Nate...I was happy.
"...Hey Nate...we better go before the custodians catch us," I said as I stood up and put my shirt back on
"Oh! Right!"
Nate and I got redressed and head back down to the parking lot. For the whole trip down Nate was cuddling up next to me, and I was smiling through the whole thing. He and I parted ways and got into our cars.
I took a deep sigh as I sunk into the upholstery of my car, thanking God no one walked in on us. Out of all the things on my mind, and out of all the things I could say, there was one thing that left my lips: "What a day,"
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