What Tigers Dream Of - Chap. 2
#2 of What Tigers Dream Of
For TJ, the first week ran so smooth, it was almost flawless. The hindering factor being his feelings about the large, masculine tiger that he sits behind in his history class. The next week was where TJ made some definite progress.
"Crap," TJ hissed, "I forgot to get his number." TJ was walking home by himself, or so he thought, to try to see if maybe there were other clues that Slater was at least into him as a friend. He continued to walk and look back occasionally because it was a habit for him. He Put on his headphones and started listening to his iPod as he treaded home; unaware of anyone following him.
"That guy was pretty cool. Not to mention he was really cute too. I wonder if he likes me?" Slater said to himself as he walked out of the school building. He had to walk home due to the fact that he doesn't live on the bus route so he thought he should at least try to find some company on the way.
Slater turned a corner here and there until he saw a blue wolf with a familiar looking backpack. "Shit, is that him?!" Slater though. "He's so fuckin' hot! And It looks like he's going my way too!"
Slater took the initiative to try to figure out if this person in front of him was his friend from history, TJ. He felt like such a stalker but he really wanted to become good friends with this guy, so he walked up a little closer and said, "Excuse me, but...." And then TJ turned around.
TJ was shocked. "Wow, did he follow me this far? He must really like me!!" he thought, wagging his tail eagerly. "Hey there Slater!" he barked with a smile and gave Slater a hug. "Are you walking home too?" he asked. Slater's eyes and grin grew a little wider and he replied, "Actually, I am. I live right across that bridge over there." as he pointed to a not-so-far-away bridge. TJ was jumping with excitement on the inside. "Me too! What a coincidence!"
They both continued walking and talking to eachother about various aspects of their lives until TJ said, "Hey, do you feel like going home? Because I don't..." Slater stood still and was trying to figure out what TJ was trying to get at and responded, "Uhm, no. Not really... why?"
TJ saw this as his chance to get to know Slater REALLY well, so he said, "well, I was thinking that maybe we could chill at the park or maybe over by the creek." "Feeling romantic, are we?" Slater thought as he snickered. He said, "Uh, sure, I, uh, don't mind." He gave TJ a friendly, yet sly grin. "I guess you're pretty cool enough for me to hang out with."
TJ's heart raced. He was about to hang out with the tiger of his dreams and he wasn't really sure how it would go. He simply replied, "Great!" and didn't say anything until they got to the creek.
They both sat down on a rock that was right next to the water and were thinking of what to say to each other. Slater took off his shoes and socks to reveal his beautiful, white footpaws. TJ stared in awe at the sheer size and beauty of them. He had a serious tiger foot fetish and this was the worst time for it. Slater caught him staring and chuckled, "Pretty big huh? They're size 14." TJ nearly cringed at how big that was compared to his size 11's. He felt his pants bulge a little bit. "Damn," he thought. "What I wouldn't give to lick those..." he looked back up at Slater and replied, "Dude, that's insane!! I know you're a tiger and all but geez!" Slater laughed at that and looked at his phone. "Holy shit dude! I gotta go!" he said and he put on some extra running shoes he had in his backpack, forgetting the others, and started heading home.
TJ waved goodbye to him and was going to tell him he left his shoes, but he decided against it. He loved the way the tiger's feet smelled and planned on having some fun later on that night. "His feet are so perfect..." he thought. "I think these may come in handy tonight." he said as he looked at the black, white and green Nike's in his hand.
TJ went home and finished his mountain of homework in just 2 hours (with a few breaks of course) and decided that it was time to go to bed. He changed into his usual sleep clothes; black Adidas basketball shorts and a pair of large boxers and his brother, Theodore, walked in. Theodore was one year older than TJ so he bossed him around a lot. "TJ! Get your lazy ass downstairs and do the dishes. They don't clean themselves!" he bellowed. "I'm right here you fucker." TJ snarled as he slid Slater's Nike's under his pillow. "Plus, I did them ALL last week. Get off my dick, Theo."
Theodore got mad and his black fur seemed to show it. "Well, when you get chewed out for not doing what you're told, don't come crying to me because I'll kick you in your fuckin' balls kid." He stormed out of the room and TJ fell back to his futon. He remembered that he didn't lock the door so he got back up to do so and laid down again. TJ felt as relaxed as he ever had. He was sure Slater liked him and wanted to be friends. He was also feeling pretty horny.
TJ grabbed the shoes from under his pillow and began to sniff them. The tasty aroma of tiger musk was overwhelming and he instantly got hard. He slid his paw into his boxers and played with his erection while sniffing the shoes. Then, he slid off the boxers and the shorts in swift movement and started to paw off slowly. He was in pure ecstasy with those shoes and his wolf cock. Small ropes of pre were flowing from his dick and making his paw-off session that much better. He started to think about all the things he wanted to do with Slater, which just made him ooze more and more precum. He began to paw faster and faster at thoughts of Slater mounting him and making him his mate. He wanted to lose his virginity to Slater and the thought of that pushed him over the edge. "FUUUUUUUCK!!!!" TJ yelled in a muffled tone against the shoes. His cum went everywhere; on his forearm, on his chest, on his face, on his hand, and even on the shoes.
He waited a few minutes before making the effort to clean up himself and the shoes but he only succeeded at cleaning the shoes. "Eh, I'll take a shower in the morning anyway." He said, looking at the matted fur on his arms, chest and face. He slipped his boxers back on and went back to get under the covers on his futon and went to sleep. "I think I should hang out with him more often..." TJ thought as he drifted off to sleep.
He still forgot to get Slater's number....