Bubble Gum Chew
~Bubble Gum Chew~
"Godamnit." The curse escaped from his muzzle as he brought his curled fist towards the locker. A loud bang consequently resounded through the empty halls, followed by its owner's yip. The otter pulled his light brown paw to his muzzle, his tongue occasionally tracing the black markings that ran down his armfur to his fingers. He hadn't meant to hit the locker that hard. "Damn that woman. It's not my fault she's so boring." He continued to talk under his breath until he slipped a paw into his front right pocket.
It was empty. "Damnit." Another profane word slipped from the otter lips. That was the pocket he always kept gum in. It was his personal way of dealing with school stress. For others, it was singing along to an mp3, or a chat with friends. He didn't have a ready supply of either, so he made due with something chewy to keep his jaw muscles moving. The otter started to panic, where was he going to find that precious time-waster, where could he procure it from other than the floors?
A loud shuffling suddenly entered his ears. They zeroed in and he swung his head to the right, his short muzzle seeming to point out the intruder. It was a fox, clad in black fur, dark jeans, and a grey vest. He was casually walking down the hall, obviously not aware of the silence he was disturbing, a fact evident by the white wires trailing from his ears to his pockets...
There. A small piece of silver jutted out from the fox's back pocket. A gum wrapper. The otter stared in awe. What luck! Now he just had to "liberate" it from its owner.
The fox continued down the hall minding his own business, when a brown streak suddenly collided with him, sending his books down, his headphones out, and his ass promptly up against a locker. The otter nearly squeaked with delight, he was getting closer, he just had to keep the action going and the fox distracted.
Warm, soft hands suddenly glided over his cheeks, almost making the fox forget he was wearing pants at the moment. He immediately leaned back against the locker he found himself pressed up against. Who was doing this? Finally refocusing his eyes, he located the culprit. An otter had him pinned, the mammal's crotch rubbing and prodding at his own. He looked at the otter's face and received a sly look, almost as if the otter wanted nothing more than what was in his pants...
He had him! The otter slowly brought his hands down the foxes rump, occasionally thrusting his crotch into his victim's, just to keep things interesting. Slowly, they descended, until he brought them back up, and finally slipped his hands into the fox's pants, squeezing the soft flesh within. He kneeled down, and while keeping his hands on the fox's rear, grabbed hold of the jeans zipper with his teeth.
"Oh god..." The fox softly moaned. This was it. Here, now, and with this otter he would have his first blowjob, he could feel it... couldn't he? A hand slipped out from pants, and fumbled around for a quick second, before quickly removing itself. The otter slapped him firmly on the butt, turned, and waved as he ran off down the hall, giggling with glee. The fox stood there a second, then zipped up his pants, straightened out his vest, then promptly went weak at the knees and tripped himself. Picking himself back up, he cursed the otter.
"There will be more to come of this, my otter friend..."
My first story ever uploaded. Constructed criticism welcome, but be gentle. Oh yes, I am not responsible for anyone being offened by reading this. If you don't like M/M, don't read it. Any character simialrities are coenciental.