# Anticipation

Author: Shade Nox
Tags: Anal, Gay, Husky, M/M, Masturbation, Mild Drama, Oral, Otter, Story Series

#1 of Clubbing

Alrighty the following is a gay adult story with anthropomorphic animals. If for some reason you find this offensive or are under age to view said material... your seriously on the wrong site. Go on shoo!  
  
Everyone else still here? Good. This is my first adult story so yeah, I got a lot of practice to do in this genre, oh and realise the title sucks but it's all I could think of. Comments and suggestions are not only welcome... but greatly appreciated. Now on with the plot!  

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Vernal woke his light blue eyes lazily sliding over to the clock on the bedside  
table... '9:00 Monday' Vernal mused before bolting awake. "Crap school" he nearly  
shouted jumping out of bed at a run making a beeline for his closet yanking the door  
open with a little too much force. Frantically he shuffled through the clothes  
trying to pick his uniform out of the mess of fabric before the he suddenly stopped  
letting out a low laugh at himself. He had almost forgotten about graduating the previous  
Friday, "Wow" he mutters to himself "Getting ready for school really does become a habit."  
  

  Deciding he may as well get up since he was already awake he set down the hall in his  
pyjamas with a towel and his clothes over his shoulder. Vernal was a five foot ten husky,  
his grey fur speckled with black patches, gently eased to white fur as it came around to  
his front. Vernal's lean form turned the last corner and entered the hallway, which lead  
to the bathroom.  
  
A minute later he found himself at the bathroom door, he opened it listening to the familiar  
squeak of the door as he padded inside, closing the door behind him. Vernal grinned to himself  
as he tossed his towel and change of clothes into the furthest corner from the shower and  
began to unbutton his top. _'Eighteen today'_ he thought to himself as he gently peeled off his  
top before discarding it on the cold tiles. He had nothing planned as his friend Pert had  
promised a surprise for today and when that lively otter promised a surprise you got one.  
Vernal sighed fiddling with the waistband of his pants; Pert had this way of making the young  
husky anxious about things while still keeping him curious and excited about what it could be.  
  

  With that thought he slid off his pants and dropped them on the floor next to the discarded  
shirt. Vernal stretching as he worked out all the kinks in his muscles from the nights rest.  
He stopped as his eyes passed over the mirror stopping to stare at his exposed form. 'Not bad'  
he thought to himself as he examined his body in the mirror before slipping into the shower.  
  
As the hot water ran down his fur Vernal slowly relaxed leaning back into the wall and immersed  
himself in the feeling of the running water. He blushed as he felt his sheathe begin to stir,  
"Looks like the rest of me is awake now to" he laughed to himself as he grabbed the soap. His  
thoughts began wander on just what that otter could be planning as he started to scrub his trim  
stomach. He knew whatever it was he probably wouldn't figure it out until the last minute, not  
that he was going to let that stop him from trying.  
  
_'Hmm Booze?'_ after all he was old enough to drink now, _'Clubbing seems likely... but surely  
Pert would do something more surprising and spontaneous.'_ That was after all the otter's style,  
always coming up with something to do and never seeming to need a moments rest. Sometimes it  
was hard to believe the Pert was older then him even if it was by just a year, he always acted  
so much younger.  
  

  Vernal chuckled remembering how for his last birthday Pert had surprised him by dragging  
him off during the middle of his party; the crafty otter had taken him to the lake knowing  
full well how much Vernal loved swimming. It was there Pert had finally given him his  
present, a thin black Speedo. That had been an even bigger surprise then the whole excursion,  
up until then Vernal had only ever used ordinary swimming trunks. Pert had dismissed his  
stumbling protests forcing the smooth material into the husky's hands and pushing him into  
the bush they used for changing.  
  
"Just try them" Pert had insisted "Trust me, once you've worn these you'll love them" the  
otter explained with a sly smile turning around and wiggling his red Speedo clad rump.  
"It's like you're wearing nothing at all"  
  
Vernal nodded dumbly, his eyes inadvertently sliding down to stare at the tight butt  
wriggling in front of him. "Looks like it too" Vernal replied without thinking, ready to  
slap him self mere seconds later.  
  
Vernal snapped out of his little reverie as he felt a throb from between his legs, his  
cock had not only slipped from it's sheath but also had grown to it's full length, already  
painfully erect. Vernal sighed pressing his full weight against the tiles as he traced a  
slim finger along his pole. 'Did the idea of Pert's butt just... 'excite' me?' he wondered  
blushing as he quickly quelled the idea 'No of course not, it's just morning wood... wait  
the hot water that had to be it, too relaxing.'  
  

  Vernal cast a nervous glance around the room his gaze lingering momentarily over the door  
and window before he relaxed. Vernal began to lightly trace patterns along the tender knot  
of his cock, bringing forth a low murr from his muzzle. Melting softly into the contact  
Vernal let his whole paw slide along the rigid flesh, his body shuddering at the contact.  
Gently he wrapped his paw around and began to stroke slowly up and down. His other paw  
wandering low to curl under his sack tickling it with his dull claws.  
  
A gentle moan escaped his lips as he started to pump a little faster feeling the haze  
of pleasure and thick steam begin to cloud over his mind. The paw on his balls gripping a  
little as the claws continued to tickle his sensitive flesh. His stroking became even faster  
as the image of Pert's firm clothed rump began to assemble in his mind's eye making him harden  
further. A single drop of pre emerged from the head sliding down leaving a warm trail before  
dripping down to be lost in the swirling water below.  
  

  Letting out a gasp he felt his cock throb under the steady attention, more pre following the  
way of the first. Squeezing his eyes shut tight, his mind began to strip the image leaving a  
view of Pert's exposed mottled rump. With a low growl he began to pump even faster his grip  
tightening on his shaft and balls, hips beginning to thrust into the attentive paw. Vernal  
licked his chops drooling at the mental image, thrusting harder his body aching for the final  
release.  
  
A sharp knock on the door broke through the haze followed by a soft voice "Vernal hunnie, your  
friend Pert is on the phone" a woman called over the thunder of the shower. His paws automatically  
jumping away from his privates, the mental image completely jumping from his thoughts entirely.  
His face began turning red in embarrassment, even though his mother couldn't see what he had been  
up to.  
  
Letting out a low sigh he turned off the shower and replied "Alright mum, I'll be out in a minute.  
Just tell Pert to hold on" More then a little frustrated the canine snatched up this towel and  
preceded to roughly towel himself off. Satisfied he was significantly dry he threw on his clothes and  
made his way out of the bathroom into the hallway.  
  

  Taking the cordless phone his mother proffered him with a stuttered "Thanks". He pressed the phone  
against his ear breaking into a smile despite himself, the otter had always had that affect on him.  
"So, what is it?" he asked tilting his head curiously as he made his way back to his room.  
  
"Patience my friend" Pert cooed "All shall be revealed in time." a slight giggle made it's way down  
the phone before he added quickly "Just be sure to put on something nice and I'll see you at about  
five tonight alright?"  
  
"Hey wait a minut-..." Vernal started but all too late, a click followed by a series of beeps  
announcing that the otter had already hung up. A low growl escaped his throat before he finally sighed  
tossing the phone aside onto the bed flopping down after it. Tilting his head slightly he looked at  
his alarm clock sighing again. "Damn it" he muttered softly to himself.

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