A Good Day
The first piece I've written, involving many planned characters, of whom Rod is a major character. Enjoy.
There were two things Rodney Mortenson noticed about the cruel sortie from restful sleep caused by the urgent demands of the common sleep alarm to wake up: that there was not a person who didn't despise the confusion, panic, and malaise associated with the cacophonous beeping, and that that feeling is only more alarming when you remember you don't have an alarm.
Rust-hued eyes opening and darting around his new surroundings, Rod felt the familiarly welcome, yet surprising sensation of another warm body wrapped around his in the tangled mess of sheets and blankets where he had apparently made his bed. Facing away from his partner, still asleep despite the incessant ringing, his left arm snapped out to deactivate the annoying machine, violently mashing nearly every button on the device before its protests died. A stirring from the top bunk stopped as soon as it started, and after a moment, it was silent.
With a masculine groan, the sleeping form next to him stirred, a delayed reaction to the electronic screams, prompting Rod to slip out of his arm and look upon his latest conquest.
Shaggy blonde locks covering the upper half of his lupine face, adorned with a small goatee, the sleeping form of Eric Gaines, a senior from the boys' swim team, reclined comfortably on top of the strewn sheets, his muscular arms reaching past his head in the midst of a stretch. Yawning prolongedly, he opened his watering eyes to see Rod sitting upright to his side.
He grinned boyishly. "Good morning, beautiful." The jade irises of his eyes focused on Rod, scanning from his rusty hair, tied into a ponytail, with the bangs standing to the side, down to the amused smirk on his delicate features and his wiry, thin body that disappeared into the sheets. The fox beside Eric was about 5'10'', with died purple streaks on the outer fringes of his hair, and two rings piercing the upper corner of his left ear. Rod also had a tongue piercing, Eric recalled with pleasure, recounting the events of the prior night to himself. "Did you sleep well?"
Rod relaxed, lowering himself onto Eric's strong torso, toned from several years of competitive swimming, his face leaning toward the tan-coated wolf. "Considering I don't even remember how I got here, I think yes."
Scratching Rod behind the ears and rubbing his neck, Eric smiled. "A bottle of Svedka tends to do that." Pausing a moment to kiss Rod on his long neck, Eric looked up into Rod's eyes. "You came by late last night, already drunk, looking for your room. I couldn't just turn you away, not when you didn't even have pants on. We drank what you brought for a little while and went to bed."
Rod frowned. "And nothing happened in between that?" Not that he would have minded, but the idea of being taken advantage of stirred a bit of anger in Rod.
Eric noted his irritation, closing his eyes with a smile. "Nothing you didn't start, lover boy. I stopped resisting once I realized that you weren't going to give up without a fight. Best decision I've made in a while."
His frown slipping away, Rod stretched, looking at the alarm clock to his right. The display read 6:00 AM, corroborated by the pre-dawn light creeping through the blinds of Eric's dorm room. Two hours before classes. Enough time to get cleaned up and ready for school. "You charmer, you. Might I ask what size pants you wear?"
The smile on Eric's face faded away, replaced by a look of perplexion. "32. Why do you ask?"
"As much as I'd prefer to, I don't think campus security would much appreciate me walking around in my underwear. And you sure you don't have a random pair of 28X30 jeans lying around?" Rod smiled wryly.
Returning the look, Eric shrugged his shoulders. "Afraid not. I've got a belt you can use."
"I guess it'll have to do", Rod said, swinging his legs off the side of the bed, a small platform below the top bunk. Feet connecting with the ground, Rod stood up, his naked form standing in the emerging rays of morning light, bushy tail bobbing back and forth.
Eric admired his cute rear and sharp contours. "Would you hold it against me if I told you how beautiful you are?"
Rod couldn't fight his smile. "I've been told worse." Despite the nonchalance of his response, Rod couldn't help beaming from Eric's compliment. He was a sucker for sweet-talk, and Eric was one of the sweetest guys he knew. Still a closeted jock, Eric had spent more than one night with Rod, as had a significant portion of the boys at the school.
Striding over to Eric's open dresser, Rod pulled out a pair of blue jeans, not discriminating of style or brand; he only needed clothes to wear on the way to his dorm. Bending over to slip on the pants, his cheeks reddened as Eric wrapped his arms around his chest, pressing his partially-erect member against his rump in a gentle, grinding motion.
"Don't go yet", Eric whispered into Rod's ear as he worked against his firm posterior, eliciting shakey breath from the fox, who clutched against the denim of the jeans with a quiver.
"Knock it off, Eric. I've got to split before people start moving around the halls. Or did you want the whole class to see Rod Mortenson slipping out of your room?" In spite of his protest, he felt a warm tingle of arousal in his sack, the skin tightening in response to Eric's rhythmic grinding.
"This is Cody's room, too. Maybe I'll just say you were here with him." Clearly joking, Eric smirked. His roommate, Cody, an otter and fellow senior on the swim team, was one of a handful of people who knew Eric was gay. To betray him in such a way was beyond Eric's capability.
"Come on. You've got classes, too." Blood quickly rushing into his own member, Rod found it getting more difficult by the second to resist Eric's advances. He struggled to pull away Eric's strong arms, well sculpted from countless strokes through the water. Futily pushing at Eric, he almost gasped with enjoyment as he felt the wolf's cock, now throbbingly erect press into his rump, smearing a thin trail of pre across his flank.
Nibbling on Rod's ear, Eric pined. "Don't make me beg". Kissing at the side of Rod's neck, Eric began nibbling at the skin, causing shivers of pleasure to shake the boy, whose hand gripped the fabric of Eric's jeans with intense lust. Hand lowering from around Rod's chest, Eric brushed down his tummy to grip his cock, forcing a whimper. "You know you want it", he teased in between his assaults on Rod's neck. Biting down as he tightened his hold on the fox's throbbing member, he grunted in satisfaction from the light moan his body caused.
Dizzy with desire, Rod cursed. "Fuck you, Eric. That's not fair." Still, he felt himself lose control, pressing instinctively into Eric with each thrust against his flank.
"Does that mean no, then?" Eric already knew the answer as Rod turned around to face him, their eyes meeting as they closed in a deep kiss, Eric holding Rod's frail body in his own as their cocks rubbed against each other, both leaning against the dresser. No more words followed as Eric lifted up the boy, gently easing his swollen member inside the confines of Rod's body, their lips locked, tongues darting around, causing both to shudder.
Reeling from a dizzying wave of lust, Rod thought. This is going to be a good day.
Forcing himself inside Rod, Eric grunted, exerting the effort to go in up to his balls, swaying tightly in their large sack. Rod was surprisingly tight, considering his reputation as the sluttiest guy in the school. It would forever puzzle Eric how Rod stayed so tight in spite of his many conquests, something of an enticing mystery.
Rod gripped Eric's back as he pulled out for the first time, voiding his body of his 7 inches. No sooner had Rod felt the powerful need for them to be back inside him did Eric begin thrusting in and out, working out a rhythm as Rod's sanctum began to self-lubricate in response to his cock.
Helplessly, Eric started moaning, the sensation of Rod's inner walls pulsating against his dick driving beads of pre from him inside Rod.
Swaying back and forth against his partner, Rod bit his lip, cock bobbing up and down as the motions tickled his innards, stirring waves of lust to pass through his balls. Holding onto Eric with one hand, the other ventured to please his neglected member, pink head flushed with lust.
Firmly gripping the tool, Rod slowly worked his hand up and down the yiff stick, pre beading at the tip as he felt his balls churn with cum. Gasping at how quickly he was being stimulated, Rod leaned his head up to concentrate on a tile on the ceiling. He couldn't cum too quickly. He had a reputation to protect, after all.
Tightening his abs, already apparent on his thin form, Rod focused on the rhythm of Eric's thrusts, synchronizing it with the jerks of his hand. Collecting the pre on his fingertip, he smeared it down the length of his cock, licking the rest off with satisfaction.
He knew quite a few guys who disliked giving head because of the taste of cum. He, however, was not one of them. First tasting it when he was 13, Rod had formed a 4 year habit for spunk, wanting it all over and inside him on most days. He looked forward to cleaning the cum off of his and Eric's bodies when they were finished with their fucking.
Taking a moment to stare over at the alarm clock, Rod tried to gauge the time. Already, several minutes had gone by. As much as he'd like to make it last, he had to be going soon, assuming he didn't want to show up for classes late yet again.
Picking up the pace, he assisted Eric with his thrusts, manually tightening his inner walls for the wolf's benefit. Satisfaction flowed through him as uncontrollable pants of pleasure escaped Eric, and he feverishly pumped in and out of the rust-colored fox with the intensity of a well-oiled machine.
Wave after wave of pleasure passed through Rod from his face to the tips of his toes, the warm satisfaction of a cock deep inside him making him blush with happiness. Eric was now in a rapid grind, fucking Rod with the frenzy of a beast. Giving in, Rod abandoned his attempts to prolong the engagement and let himself be fucked by the lean swimmer.
Now moaning out of control, Rod gripped his cock in a final pump, pushing Eric balls deep into himself.
Pressure building beyond containment, Rod locked against Eric's throbbing 7 inches, arching his back as rope after rope of wolf cum plastered the inside walls of his sanctum. Eric stifling ecstatic vocalizations, the two forms pressed against the dresser with enough force to tip it against the wall, causing a grating sound of wood against wood. Rod couldn't help whimpering as his climax broke, tailhole spastically quivering around Eric's manhood as spurts of semen ejaculated onto his chest, forming long strings across his pink, pointed nipples and abdominal muscles.
Locked in that position for what seemed like at least a minute, they eventually relaxed, Eric sighing deeply as he gingerly pulled out of Rod, connecting the two by a trail of spunk to Rod's pink tailhole. As the rope broke, more cum gradually dripped out, which Eric promptly licked up, deeply kissing his partner's nethers before swapping the spunk in a kiss with Rod.
Swallowing the liquid love with an exhausted expression on his blushing face, Rod smiled weakly as he affectionately scratched the back of Eric's head. "Would you hold it against me if I told you how beautiful you are?"
His handsome face beaming youthfully, Eric rubbed his nose against Rod's before responding. "Depends on how much that is, my dear."
Rod now sat on the dresser, his thin legs crossing at the ankles, his tail bobbing playfully behind him. "Not the worst I've had", he answered mischeviously, before finishing, "which is to say, gorgeous."
Eric chuckled before returning to their kiss, Rod's piercing pressing pleasantly against his tongue.
Definitely going to be a good day, Rod mused for a moment, not hearing the creaking of bed springs on the other side of the room until a certain otter cursed angrily.
"Come on! Couldn't it have waited till I was at least out of the room?" Cody angrily shouted from the top bunk, an expression of disgust on his face.
"Oops", said Rod and Eric in unison.