Willowbrook Stories - Chapter 1: The Springtime Tides
This is pretty much my first (published) story, so please excuse the exceedingly huge amounts of crap. x.x Anyways, this is a sort of pilot for a series named 'The Willowbrook Story'. I'm introducing these two characters first, and, given that I continue the series, I will later add more as the story progresses. today, we have Alan and John, two best friends whose friendship is tested by the pitfalls of the world of reality...
(c) Kaarsten, blah blah blah...
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual intercourse between two males in graphic detail. If yiff makes you squick or gay yiff just isn't your cup of tea, please take the time to leave now.
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Willowbrook was a small town in every sense of the word. It was rather quiet, had family histories leading back over a century, had inhabitants who knew practically all of the other inhabitants, and was stuck in the rift between modern times and old ways. It's denizens were mostly content with this existence, but the newer generations had different agendas on their mind. This generation of furs was much different to their parents, and they were the type to party now and think later. Such is the way things go for the youth of Willowbrook. It's always that way.
Alan walked out of Willowbrook High's front door, breathing the fresh air with relish. It carried the scent of jasmine and earth, and it gave him a warm feeling. Spring was the canine's favorite time of the year, simply because there was so much to smell in the air at this time of year. The Rottweiler sighed softly as the wind brought another scent to him; the scent of John, his best friend, a scent of sweat mixed with grass and lilac. The wolf ran over, smiling as he held his trademark cap in his hand, his grey fur moving softly in the wind. He walked over, the spring in his step telling the rottie that the wolf was definitely happy about something.
"Hey, Alan! You're not going to believe this!" The wolf said, positively beaming as he trotted towards Alan. His tail was wagging rapidly and Alan noticed he was holding a paper in his paw. Alan looked at him, tilting his head up and lifting his eyebrows.
"Hm?"
The wolf showed him the slip of paper. It was from Coach Alderson, the coach of the football team. He looked up at the wolf and smiled, knowing what had most likely happened. The thing his best friend had been so hopeful for, what he hadn't been able to shut up about for an entire week. "I've been accepted into the team! I start tomorrow!" He said, yipping with glee. Alan couldn't help but be happy for his friend. He'd never seemed so happy before. He gave him the slip of paper back with a nod.
"Awesome! When's your first game?" The rottie said, looking at John expectantly. The wolf's features were very hard, with tight cords of muscle beneath his fur. He wasn't muscled compared to the other players on the team, but he sure as hell was gifted with natural muscle. Alan was a different story; his body was much less bulky, nowhere near feminine but not muscled compared to his lupine friend. John's facial features lit up as he responded to the canine's question.
"Next week's game on Friday is my first. I'm really looking forward to it. You think you'll be able to come?" the wolf said, looking at Alan. Alan smiled softly, and nodded.
"You know I'll always be there with you, wolf." He said, holding his paw up for a high five. They gave each other a high five, held the other's hand and thumped their chests together. From there, they walked back home, talking about their classes and the current events in the community.
Alan opened the front door and got hit with the familiar scent of home. His father, an aged Rottweiler that had graying fur, sat on a recliner in the living room. He looked up at the two, smiling and welcoming the two home.
"Welcome home, son. Good afternoon, John." He said, turning his bespectacled gaze to the two respectively. Alan nodded and put down his backpack. John smiled at his godfather, who had known his father since their time back in university.
"Afternoon, Mister Baker. Guess what? I got accepted into the Willowbrook High football team!" He said, knowing that Alan's dad was a real sports fan. Randy Baker smiled getting up and walking over to shake the wolf's hand.
"Good job, kid. You had to be George's son, didn't you? He was a great football player at your age, I tell you..." Alan's father said with a smile, getting into deep conversation with the wolf. Alan backed off a bit, feeling slightly out of place. He didn't really belong in this moment. Walking past the two conversing furs, he walked upstairs and went into his room.
About a half hour later, John came in to find Alan sprawled on the bed, drawing. The wolf smiled, knowing he hadn't been noticed yet. He walked up silently behind the clueless rottie and grabbed his shoulder.
"BOO!" He snarled loudly, letting go immediately. The canine gave a loud yelp, practically flying off of the bed and landing in a heap on the floor. The wolf hit the floor soon after, eyes watery with laughter. The Rottweiler growled angrily as he stood up in embarrassment.
"What'd you do that for?" He said, frowning angrily. A few seconds later, the wolf's laughter subsided enough for him to speak.
"You... You were just so concentrated that you didn't notice me enter. I had to!" He said, laughing. The rottie huffed in annoyance for a second before sitting down on the bed again.
"So... What's up?" He said. The wolf got up, the joke being over, and sat down next to his friend.
"Nothing much. My parents aren't returning as planned, since their flight was delayed. Your parents decided I'd have to just sleep over." He said. The rottie nodded and smiled a bit. They usually had a good amount of fun when they slept over at each others' houses now and then. It saw mostly only when there were holidays, so there was usually stuff to do for celebration. But he wasn't sure what they'd do today. Probably play some sports outside, maybe video games. Who knew?
"Cool. So what're we gunna do now?" He said, grinning.
Alan ran after the football furiously, his muscles working as hard as they could to accelerate the canine forward. He saw it careening in an arc to the grassy floor below him. With one final huff, he launched himself through the air, He felt his paws grab a hold of the ball a split second before the bulk of his body slammed into the grass, sliding for a full ten feet before coming to a grinding halt. He felt a burning pain in his arm and turned to see small cuts on it and a general swelling of the area. He groaned a bit as he got up, seeing John coming over.
"Holy shit, man! No need to slide that far! You okay?" He said, looking at the wound and frowning. He touched it gently, coaxing a small yelp out of Alan.
"Looks like it'll be okay. Let's get back inside, looks like we've had enough time outside." He said, just noticing the time. They must have been outside for a really long time now. After picking up the ball, they made their way out of the woods and into Alan's house, where Alan's parents looked up at them. His father nodded with a smile at his son. Alan never had really been one for athletics, but John always managed to coax it out of him. It did the pup some good. Alan's mom smiled nicely at the two, then went to washing the dishes.
"Welcome back, boys. It's nice to see you in before curfew." He said with a smile. He could see both of them thoroughly soaked in sweat, and pointed at the hallway.
"Both of you need a shower. I won't have you stewing in those sweaty shirts the entire night." He said sternly. The two furs nodded, walking past the adults and making their way upstairs. All of a sudden, Alan's dad yelled out, "Oh yeah. John, son! We didn't exactly plan on having you over, so is it fine if you and Alan share the bed for the night?" He said. John just nodded.
"Yessir, that's fine." He said before Alan could say anything. Alan's dad nodded, returning to his paper, seeing the problem was solved. Alan huffed a bit, but thought nothing of it.
"That was cool, man. You should play more often. You run pretty fast, and your dive was pretty good, even if you ended up scraping yourself." John said as they made their way up. Alan nodded absentmindedly as they entered his room. The wolf immediately took off his shirt, throwing it aside as he began undoing his jeans.
"Hey, Alan, is it fine if I go in first? I'm totally beat, man." He said. Alan nodded, not turning away as the wolf dropped his jeans down and removed his boxers. Alan never really had looked at his friend nude before, and he saw tight cords of muscle, barely concealed by thick grey fur that was now matted with sweat. He really was nothing but muscle, not very bulky like the other jocks, but simply muscled and just.... right. His eyes went their way down slowly, but he never got to the nether regions, as his friend went to the bathroom connected to Alan's room.
Alan sighed and waited as his friend showered, the smell of wet sweaty fur soon drifting out of the bathroom, overpowered afterwards with the scent of soap. About a half hour later, his friend lumbered out, fur dried and fluffy and his waist covered in a towel. He nodded a bit at Alan, then went to lie down on the bed as Alan undressed and entered the bathroom.
He went immediately to the shower, letting the hot water flow out and soak through his fur, washing out the exhaustion. He nearly moaned to himself in pure pleasure as it trickled through, running over his entire body, the smell of sweat being washed out gradually as he put shampoo on it. When he finished, he came out, dripping, and went off to use the fur dryer. The heated air flowed over him, drying the wet fur quickly and giving him the feeling of a warm, fluffy blanket. He came out of the bathroom and found Alan fast asleep on the bed, covered in nothing but a pair of boxers. Alan shook his head. He couldn't believe John had simply put a pair of boxers on and knocked out. He had nerve.
After he dressed himself in a pair of boxers and his sleeping pants, he scooted into bed besides his friend, his back to John. He shut his eyes and drifted off into sleep, weariness setting in. A short time afterwards, though, he felt a hand touching his arm, and before he realized it, John had pulled him over, hugging him tightly. It took a second, but he realized John was still asleep. What was he, some kind of teddy bear?
He felt the wolf's strong body behind him, his chest gently rising and falling on his back, his arms wrapped around him, before being painfully aware of the large package, barely held behind a pair of underwear, pressing against his tail. His friend's scent filled his nostrils, and he nearly shuddered as he felt his friend shift and a leg settled on top of his. He felt an odd pleasure in all of it, and he felt intoxicated...
Alan soon felt an erection tenting his pants and whined softly, his ears burning red with shame. He couldn't believe this was turning him on; he refused to accept being gay. He tried wiggling out of the wolf's grip, but John unconsciously growled, and Alan stayed put, drifting off into an uncomfortable sleep even as he felt the growing pains in his loins.
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Alan felt himself enter the room, feeling a warm pleasure surround him, wafting through his fur and all around him. He opened his eyes and saw John standing before him, fully nude. Alan blinked for a second, then realized that he, too, was unclothed. Instead of yipping, he walked over to his best friend, kissing him immediately, leaning in and snaking his tongue into the other's mouth. His friend returned the kiss passionately, his rough tongue wrestling with Alan's. His arms wrapped around Alan, pulling him close to the wolf's muscled torso, and making Alan aware of a giant cock, hardened fully and dripping with pre. The Rottweiler broke the kiss, licking John's face. The wolf smiled at him before Alan kneeled down, his tongue flicking at the cock. The wolf moaned softly as he did this, his hand going encouragingly to Alan's head. Alan panted happily as he took in John's head, licking at every drop of pre that dribbled out. The wolf started to pant softly as Alan took in more length, his lips covering his teeth and forming an O of suction. His tongue swirled around the member, drenching it in saliva and making a wet slapping as he bobbed his head on the length... John slowly thrust into Alan's mouth, the wet member sliding in and out of the canine's mouth. Alan shut his eyes and continued his sucking, wanting nothing more than the cock pumping in and out of his mouth.
Soon enough, the wolf was humping his muzzle hard, the length sliding in and out quickly, the knot bumping against Alan's muzzle, John panting loudly and whining with pleasure as he bred Alan's muzzle. After a while, though, John pulled out kissing Alan softly and stroking the dog's aching member. Alan immediately moaned, thrusting into the loving paw while kissing his wolf. He felt his body stiffen as he came, his cum spurting out onto the wolf's arm and chest. John licked the cum off of his arm, before going to Alan's groin and licking it clean. He then got Alan onto his knees, he cock going to the Rottweiler's tailhole, pressing against it. The Rottweiler moaned in ecstasy as the member penetrated his virgin tailhole. The throbbing hot cock slowly slid in, every inch of its veiny length making Alan whine and moan, making himself his best friend's willing bitch.
He felt the length slide in and out, its heat entering him then leaving him, dripping pre all over his tailhole and lubing their fucking. He felt the thrusts grow faster as he moaned loudly, jacking himself off furiously. John gripped the sides of his hips, thrusting furiously as he slapped Alan's rump with lust. His balls slammed into Alan's, his heat overpowering the little pain Alan felt. The wolf's arms gripped him from behind, humping him doggy style as the wolf latched onto his back and thrusted furiously, knot popping in and out in quick succession, both of them panting heavily. The hot knot stretched his tailhole steadily, until it was just another part of the thrusting. He felt the dick hit his prostate, sending waves of color and sensations rocking through him, before the knot tied in, locking the two together. The thrusting became erratic, sliding a bit in and out. John hit Alan's prostate again and again, sending the canine into nirvana, panting and howling. Soon enough, John went rigid and slammed in hard one last time, howling loudly to the heavens as he came in Alan's ass, his warm seed feeling Alan up completely. The wolf leaned on Alan, panting heavily and licking his neck lovingly.
"Okay, Alan, wake up already..." John said in Alan's ear. Alan tilted his head a bit, confused.
"Huh?"
"Dammit, Alan, wake up already! We're going to be late!" He said softly. Alan looked at the wolf curiously for a second, seeing the knot at the base and his cock limp on his chest. The wolf gave a small wave, and the dream faded away as fast as it had arrived.
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Alan woke with a start to see John dressing furiously.
"Good, you're up, bud. Hurry up, we're already late. Get dressed." He said as he pulled on his shirt. Alan nodded curiously, wondering about his dream. As he got up, he noticed something on his pants. He'd stained them with the milky substance of dreams.
Alan watched as the game made its way to the end. John was running, past countless burly furs trying to tackle him down. He maneuvered past them, weaving his lighter bodies between their hulking masses. Soon enough, he made it to the other end of the field, scoring the winning play. Immediately, he was met with a roar from the crowd, who was now standing up and applauding him. The game being set, the Willowbrook Meteors ran over to John, washing him with applause and giving high fives everywhere. The wolf smiled happily as he accepted the applause, and he was carried off of the field. Alan felt pride for his best friend; he'd won the game for their school. And on his first game!
He walked out of the bleachers afterwards, making his way to the parking lot, where most of the team was. He walked over to John, who looked at him, positively beaming.
"You were awesome!" Alan said, giving John a high five. John nodded happily, his tail wagging and his ears all the way up. Most of the team was still giving him a pat on the back or a high five, seeing as he'd won them the game.
"Yeah, I know! I thought I'd totally suck, but it looks like I'm actually good at this!" He said, Alan nodded, feeling happy that his friend had his dream come true.
"We're still going to the movies later, right?" Alan said. They'd planned to see a new action movie that had come out only the previous day. It was to celebrate John's first game, and now, his first victory, along with the fact that today was Alan's eighteenth birthday. The wolf nodded.
"Yeah, I'll be there. Hey, wait up, Zack!" He said, going on over to Zack, another one of the football players. Alan smiled a bit as he walked over to his car. John had won the game. His best friend was happier than ever and they were going to hang out afterwards. What more could he want?
John sat down on the couch in Zack's house. His parents were out on business, and he'd set up a party in honor of the game. The number of guests had only increased since they'd won. There was music playing from somewhere in the room, and the bodies of several furs inhabited the floor of the living room before him, all dancing to the music in the dim light. People were drinking the punch that was surely spiked with booze, and off in the corners, furs were passing around joints. It made John vaguely wonder where Zack's parents were right now. Hell, the house servants were walking around, serving food and drinks!
He got up off of the couch, walking around. He was pretty much VIP as it was; half of the girls in the place were eyeing him. He'd drunk about as much alcohol as his body could take. His mind automatically set itself onto one want: sex. He saw one particularly hot vixen and walked over to her, smiling.
"Hey, babe. How'd you like to play carpenter? We'll get hammered first, and then I'll nail ya." He said lewdly. She giggled at him, before nodding. He put his arm around her shoulder as they walked over to some of the house's private rooms, shutting the door behind them. Not long after, moans could be heard from inside.
Alan sighed softly as he sat on the bench in the theater lobby. John had agreed to show up for the movie at seven. It was nine fifty already. The movie had finished, and there was no sight of his friend. Alan got up, trembling a bit as he left the theater. He'd waited nearly three hours only to get up and leave with an ache in his heart that was never there before.
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