A Shepherd's Touch - part 1
A Shepherd's Touch
by: Briggswolf
Author's note: I wrote this story some 7-8 years ago now, and figured I might as well post it again. It's written in 4 parts, and I'll post each subsequent part every couple of days, so keep coming back to check. The motivation behind posting these is because I'm writing again, and I've got a couple of other things getting close to completion that I'd like to post. I figure positive feedback might give me motivation to get those other stories done more quickly :) So if you like this, let me know, and if not, well that's cool too. I understand not every story is for every person! :) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this story!
--part 1--
I sat there in the University Center, a book in paw, giving the illusion that I was reading, though if someone stopped to ask me about that book, I wouldn't have even known the title. The honest truth was that I was there to watch. Every few seconds I would take a quick glance through the glass at my side at the pool one story below, though I wasn't looking at the water, I was looking at them...
More specifically, I was looking at him.
Something drew me to that glass - to that pool, to watch Cameron Shepherd sit atop his lifeguard chair. Often, when there was no one else swimming, he would take a quick paddle himself - and during these times, I'd find my eyes fixed on him. And this was another one of those times.
Cameron was a good friend of mine, and I thought nothing of staring at his form as he dove into the water and glided back and forth across the pool. Well, maybe glided isn't the best word for it, as he wasn't the most graceful of German Shepherds in the world, but none of that mattered. He was a good swimmer, and an all around good guy - a guy of which I couldn't take my eyes off.
I still didn't really understand everything. I should have known at the time - hell, I did know at the time, but it was self-pity that made me think otherwise. I had been raised by a conservative family, in a conservative suburb, taught by conservative teachers alongside conservative peers. Arriving at college was quite the eye opener, and through separation from my youth I was beginning to accept not what I was, but who I was.
I was gay, though if you'd asked me at the time, I would have denied it outright. Manford Pawson, pup of State Senator Norm Pawson, a gay college wolf that didn't quite get it yet. That was me, mister-clueless, or rather mister-I-want-to-stay-clueless. I would try to convince myself watching Cameron, or watching any guy was just admiring the anthro form, though my physical arousal said otherwise. I mean, come on, what did I have to worry about? I had a subscription to Sports Illustrated and I had a picture of supermodel Cindi Crawfish wearing only seaweed hanging on the wall behind my bed. These things would usually give me comfort, though in recent nights sleep wasn't coming easily.
And Cameron was to blame.
My eyes widened as I noticed a couple of girls walk into the pool area, knowing this would mean Cameron would be getting out of the pool shortly to resume his lifeguard duties. I watched him hold up a paw in a friendly gesture towards the two Collies as he swam towards the ladder to exit the pool. He reached up his paws at the sides of the ladder, water dripping off his soaked arms. He started pulling himself out of the water when...
"Hey Manny!" I jerked my head immediately towards the voice, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. "Pawson man, you want to play some 8-Ball?" Bernie Fox waved at me from the other side of the room. I nodded in my usual manner and stood up. I turned again towards the glass to pick up my backpack, and glanced down at the pool. Cameron had already settled into the lifeguard chair - I had missed the view.
"You going to the PSE party tonight?" Bernie asked, placing the balls on the table from the ball return. He was referring to the Phi Sigma Epsilon party, a fraternity to which we both belonged.
I grudgingly dropped my backpack against the wall, tossing my book on top of it. Then I grabbed a cue-stick. "Definitely. I missed the party last month. Besides, it's going to be good to get away from all this studying." That side of the room was too far away from the glass to get a view of the pool, but I wouldn't have dared look with someone like Bernie around.
"Man, I don't know how you read in noisy place like this." The fox barked. "I sure as hell couldn't get any studying done here, not that I really study."
"Some of us have to work for our grades, Bern," I chortled. "I wish I had your ability to skim a book and remember everything about it." I grabbed the triangle and tossed it to him.
"Bah, if there's one thing us foxes can do, its bullshit our way through anything." He scratched an itch on his arm as he used his other paw to arrange the balls in the triangle. His fur was amazingly red, even more so than most other foxes I'd seen. He was extremely slender, and about a head shorter than myself. "But it's not the only talent we have..." Bernie flopped his tongue as far out from his muzzle as possible and left it there as a gorgeous snow leopard walked by. She smiled at him and winked as he wiggled the tip, then she proceeded to step into the elevator and out of our view. It WAS a helluva long tongue, probably twice as long as my own, and my tongue was probably average size for a wolf of my stature. He retracted his tongue and elbowed me. "Vulpine tongue man, the chicks love it."
"Jesus, Bern, I thought you were going to hack up a hairball or something," I shoved him off to the side and set the cue ball down for my break. It was my usual bad humor trying to lighten an otherwise awkward situation for me, though Bernie didn't seem to notice.
"Man, I wonder how it feels for them, 'cause I sure as hell know it feels great on myself." He grinned at me and licked his muzzle.
I shook my head and groaned, "Fox, I didn't need to know that...WAY too much information." I focused on aiming my break, trying to act like I didn't care, though I, in fact, was rather intrigued by the change in subject.
"Oh please, like you haven't...helped yourself out like that..." He was right, I HAD done it years before. I wondered if I still could - I was a few feet taller now and my gut was a few inches wider. The conversation had me daydreaming about what it looked like when Bernie was doing it to himself.
"I sure hope you washed that tongue afterwards." The cue ball went smacking into the 1-ball, sending all of the balls careening here and there, though not a single one dropped into a pocket.
"Hey man, that only happened once and I spit it out. Threw up too." He moved around the table and took aim at the 4-ball - straight shot into the side pocket. I took the opportunity to nonchalantly put my paw into my own pocket to readjust my thickening sheath. He knocked the 4-ball in with ease.
"Gah! You really need a life Bern." I pulled my paw out of my pocket and picked up the cube of blue chalk, rubbing it against the tip of the cue-stick. I was frantically trying to think of a new topic that would spark conversation and would have less of an effect on my wolfhood. "So anyway, have you started your project for Poli Sci?"
"Judi's supposed to be running off copies of our poll tonight. Her dad said he'd take them into work and have all of his coworkers fill them out tomorrow. Man, I figure it'll be a piece of cake to have it done by Friday."
I cocked my head to the side. "Friday? I thought it was due Monday."
"Man, the analysis is due Monday, but the data summary is due Friday." The fox took another shot, and sunk another ball.
"Shit, that means Cameron and I have to write our survey tonight and do the collection tomorrow." I sighed and fell deliberately down on my rump, leaning my back against the wall. I pulled my tail in front of me and rubbed the tip of it gently between my pawfingers - a nervous habit. "Dammit, that means I'm going to miss the party again."
"Sucks to be you, man."
* * * * *
Cameron pounced onto his bed and squeezed his pillow gently as I stumbled into his dorm room. His room was the same size as mine, as was every other dorm room in Columbia Hall. It was also just as messy - dirty clothes piled up alongside the beds, papers scattered across the ground, empty white cheddar popcorn bag on the edge of the piano bench the shepherd used as his computer chair, and a pizza box jammed halfway into the trash can.
I looked at the clock on the wall and sat down on the bench, facing the Shepherd. "9:15. Forty-five minutes until the PSE party starts." I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "You don't suppose we can get this survey written by then, do you?"
"I doubt it." Cameron lay on his back and looked up at the bottom of the bunk of his roommate. "I didn't get to shower after work today. You mind if I grab a quick five minute shower?"
"Nah, go ahead."
"Cool, surf the web or something and I'll be out in a sec." He hopped up and threw off his t-shirt. I couldn't help but stare at his chestfur - he wasn't a really buff guy, but there was something about that creamy chest and bellyfur of his that always caught my eye. He didn't seem to notice my staring as he grabbed some shorts off the top of his dresser and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind. I shook my head clean of naughty thoughts and swung around to turned on his computer. I then proceeded to type in the internet address of my favorite video game website. Yeah, yeah, I was a video game nut back then. In fact, I still am. Some things never change I guess.
I think it was when I pulled up screenshots to the newest Final Fantasy game that I realized I really had to take a leak. I had drank a couple cans of soda while playing pool with Bernie, and never got a chance to relieve myself before Cameron found me after his work shift. I thought about running up to my room, but it was three floors up...
I shrugged and decided it would be best to go upstairs - I didn't want to seem like a fag walking into the bathroom with him showering. You know, now that I think about it there was a community restroom on every floor - why didn't I just use that? I guess I wasn't thinking straight - ha, that's the statement of the century. I stood up and started for the door when Christian, Cameron's roommate, walked in.
"Heya Manny, how's it going?" The lion's voice was deep but friendly as he tossed the basketball he had in his paws to me.
I caught the ball. "Headin' upstairs to take a leak since Cam's in the shower." I must have sounded like a putz. I had a knack for saying too much at the wrong time.
Christian grabbed the ball away as he walked by me. "Jesus man, just go in there, he's not going to care. Just knock first." He grabbed a couple CDs from atop his bed and started out the door again. "You coming to the party?"
I growled. "We have to get this damn poli-sci project done. 'Might stop by later though."
The feline nodded and chuckled as he exited the room. "You guys and your studying," I could hear him say as he padded down the hallway.
After another minute of debating whether I should do it or not, I decided I really had to go and knocked on the bathroom door. "Yeah?" Cameron said from within.
"You mind if I take a leak?" My voice cracked as I spoke.
"Nah, go ahead."
I opened the door and peered in. For some reason I was expecting the shower to be plainly visible, but a shower curtain guarded the nakedness of my friend. I guess it wasn't so much expectation, but rather a wish. Ah well, I'd have to settle for sniffing the soapy, wet-fur-scent emanating from within.
I shut the door casually and stepped inside. The shower was on the left side, the toilet on the right, and the door to the next dorm room over on the far side - it was a shared bathroom. As I stood in front of the toilet, I looked back at the shower. I could see his form silhouetted behind the curtain from his knees up. He was lathering up his chest, his paw making swirling motions across it, then down to his belly, and down further yet...
I coughed and faced the toilet, telling myself not to look. I unzipped my jeans, and let my full sheath hang out, the tip of my wolfhood peering out from seeing my friend's naked outline. As much as I had to go, it took a minute before the stream came, probably from nervousness. At the same time, I heard a quiet scuffle, as though the curtain was drawn back ever so slightly behind me, though the shower was still running. I didn't dare look, besides I was already relieving myself, and once you get a wolf going you can't stop him (in more ways than one).
I finished up after a few seconds, shook it off, then zipped the little-wuff up before washing my hands and heading back into the room. As much as I wanted to, I didn't take so much as a second glance towards the shower. I was worried that he might catch me looking.
* * * * *
"All done with the survey!" I clicked the print button with the mouse and heard Christian's printer kick in. I sighed in relief and looked at Cameron, who was seated on the floor next to the bench. The shepherd looked quite tired as he yawned and licked his muzzle. I pulled my tail in front of me and looked back at the computer. "I hope we can get 500 Walmart customers to fill this thing out tomorrow." I took my tail in paw and rubbed the tip nervously.
Cameron chuckled. "I bet we'll have it done within an hour." He reached his paw out and snatched my tail away. "Why do you rub your tail all the time? You're going to wear the fur off of it!"
I giggled. "That's an old wives-tale."
"Better to be safe then sorry," The shepherd said as he blew gently on my tailtip while looking up at me. I felt goose bumps trace up from the end of my tail, along my spine and up to the back of my neck. "Besides, you're tail's too perfect to take any chances like that." He released my tail and smiled as he watched it drop behind me.
Did he really say that? I couldn't believe it. Panic set in, and rather than come back with my usual retaliatory quip, I chimed in with "alright, we need to get this hypothesis write-up finished and then we're done."
We worked on the write-up for another two hours, arguing about what we thought the results of our little poll would be. We could argue about the silliest little details in anything, but somehow it wouldn't be a bad argument. I would never leave a discussion with him feeling that I lost, but rather that we had a good time talking.
I hit the enter key one last time, and the write-up was complete. "Finally," I said under my breath as I looked down at him. He'd had his head leaning against my hip for several minutes. I had thought nothing of it, but now I could see his eyes were closed and he was asleep.
My eyes took his sleeping form in slowly, scanning him from ears to tail. I looked at his muzzle and couldn't help but think about his smile, and the way he talked more out of the right side of his blackfurred muzzle. I watched his ear twitch as I had seen hundreds of times before, especially during class. It was an easy way of knowing he was either in a deep daydream or fast asleep. I looked at his closed eyelids, and wished they were open so I could gaze at his hypnotic, brown, puppy-dog orbs. I followed his trail of black headfur down along his coarse backfur to his tail, where the black trail ended at the very tip of his tail. The black fur tapered to a brownish-beige color on the underside of his canine tail except at his tip, where it was all black.
I reached a paw out and gently stroked his soft headfur. "Cam, I'm going to head up to my room and grab some sleep."
He blinked several times, licking his muzzle and yawning. "Alright wolf, I'll catch you tomorrow." He stood up and staggered slightly as he leaned over to brace himself against the bunk-bed frame. I stood up and walked out the doorway to the hall, flicking off the light-switch on my way out. As I turned around to shut the door, I could see him dropping his shorts in the darkness and slipping into bed. I closed the door as quietly as I could.
Once in my own room with the door closed, I stripped immediately. I figured my roommate was probably still at the party. My thoughts were still quite focused on Cameron, especially seeing his outline in the shower. Had he really watched me take a leak? Had he really said my tail was perfect? I was playing the night over and over in my head. In the process of rearranging the sheets on my bed, my sheath brushed across the edge of my pillow. I was already feeling quite aroused from thinking about Cameron, and that physical contact was all my wolfhood needed to expose itself from within its sheath.
I grinned at my own excitement and wrapped a paw around it, squeezing gently. It had been a week since I last pawed - college guys keep track of these things, you know. I slid naked underneath the sheet on my bed and murred at the feeling of the cool covers brushing across my wolfy bits.
By this time I was fully exposed. Suddenly I remembered the conversation with Bernie. I giggled evilly and lifted the covers to peer at my maleness. I thought back to what it felt like when I last licked myself. It had been about 6 years, though I had never done it to completion - hell, at 13 I probably couldn't have completed anything. The thought of licking myself never really crossed my mind since then, but it was a new night, and I was hornier than a bunny in a petting zoo.
I threw the sheet off and raised my knees, then bent my torso forward. I leaned my muzzle down and sniffed - I could smell my own arousal. Frankly, I was already feeling good to go - I had a knack for setting the land speed record at pawing in my day. I hesitated and wondered if I should do it or not, but curiosity told me to go ahead and I lapped my tongue out. I closed my eyes as I felt the smoothness of my wolf-member on my tongue. The feeling of something wet and warm touching my wolfhood made me gasp.
After a few more licks I started to feel more daring. I lowered my muzzle even more, straining my waist but managing to slip the tip of my shaft into my muzzle. I moaned around it and teased it with my tongue. I closed my eyes tightly, imagining that I was pleasuring Cameron, taking his shepherd meat into my muzzle, tickling it with my tongue. I was getting close, but I was determined to see this through. I slurped my tongue down, nearly to the base of my shaft, and as I slurped along the top of it I felt the building in my groin - the pressure in my furry balls. I sealed my muzzle-lips around the tip of my wolfmeat and closed my eyes as my paw jerked the base. And suddenly...
The most amazingly brilliant light engulfed me as I came, my wolfseed filling my muzzle as I throbbed, my groin burning pleasurably from the release, like I had never felt before. Spurt after spurt shot into my muzzle, which I kept tightly sealed around my meat. In a brief instant I pondered the light. Was it from the intense pleasure? Was I passing out from lack of oxygen? Then suddenly I realized the door to my dorm room had been opened...
--end of part 1--