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First Sight

" Friday"

By: Silverback Christianpaw

I still wanted Leif but at that point I had gotten tired of the chase. I had been running around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to get a hold of him but absolutely nothing was working in my favor. I had already snuck into the locker room in a laundry sack, had asked for a private date, and even went to his house --or what I thought was his house-- only to get chased out by the gigantic Shawn Bainx, I was near my breaking point.

I pulled my face out of the pillow on my bed. I looked at my alarm clock and it read 11:35 p.m. I wished I would have slept in until Saturday that week because then I wouldn't have had to think about Leif anymore. Because I knew after his team's final football game that night I was never going to see him again.

I lied in bed as I kept my head under the covers. I'd done all these attempts to get Leif to talk to me and I couldn't do it. I wondered if maybe I just wasn't boyfriend material, or maybe I wasn't good enough to get a boyfriend. Who else could I ever have feelings for that would even come close to how I felt about Leif?

I jacked off to try and fall back to sleep but it just made me awake and sticky, so I got up and tried to start the day. Mom was already at work so I had the house to myself. I decided to sit in her recliner and watch whatever programs I had recorded on the DVR. I hadn't been keeping up on my daily episodes of World's Dumbest Criminals and Roseanne.

Unfortunately, the comedy didn't help me out of my depression, so I got up and took a shower. It didn't take long for the tears of my crying to flow and mix with the hot steaming water as each drop hit the shower floor.

. I looked in the mirror as I brushed myself. Having my fur nice and clean afterward did made me feel a little better though. It rejuvenated me but not enough to make me stop thinking about the tiger of my dreams. I thought about going to the football game that night just because I had nothing else to do but later advised against it.

Nonetheless, I went back to my recordings, I didn't want to talk to anybody or even leave the house that day. I just wanted to be a lazy pup until the day was over, that way I knew my last chances to possibly get together with Leif would go up in smoke and I could start to move on.

I watched TV for hours in my tye-dye shirt and dirty gray sweatpants that had stains on the legs that never seem to come off. I just sat there hour after hour. It was like I had just been dumped the night before. I might as well have been because I figured I would never get to talk to Leif and let him know how I felt. I would rather have had at least the chance to talk to him and have him tell me "You're not my type" or "I'm already with somebody." I didn't even get the chance for that.

I looked up at the clock on the wall; it read 4:35 p.m. I figured this was what it was like to be a depressed and lonely zombie (the non-threatening kind), just sitting and staring at the TV for hours at a time and not caring about anything else in the world as I spiraled down farther and farther into my own pit of despair.

I didn't want to do anything. It was Friday which meant that after work mom was going to the casino with her friends, she wouldn't be back until the next morning.

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring, which was weird because we never got too many people coming to the house. I got up and pulled the front door open and almost shit a brick when I saw an all-too-familiar face,

"Shawn Bainx?!" I yelped. I immediately backed away from the door as the big black horse stood on the stoop. I couldn't believe it, how did he find me? Did he come back to finish the job he started last night? Right here on my own home turf?

"Listen," I pleaded, "If you came here to finish the job, I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry! I shouldn't have broken into your house--"

"Relax, relax," he said. His face was low and his massive shoulders were slumped down, "Listen, I didn't come here to do anything." His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, it puzzled me.

"Um, ok, well then, um, what are you doing here?" I asked still somewhat cautious.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black myphone, my black myphone,

"You left your phone at my house and I just thought you might want it back." He hands it to me. I step closer to reach out and get it. I hesitate for a second and look up into his eyes, it might have been an opportunity to take me down but when I looked into his eyes they were filled with sadness. The skin around them were dark and puffy like as if he had been crying, I didn't think football players his size even knew how to cry, but this one did.

I took my phone from his hand, his expression didn't change, and I gave him a little smile,

"Well thank you for giving it back."

He gave me a little wave for my welcome. I continued looking into his eyes, I was getting ready to close the door on him but it was like looking at a sad little puppy left on my stoop, I couldn't leave him there.

"Um, did you want to come in for a second?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. He stepped in slowly, still looking down at the floor. I asked him, "Would you like something to drink?" he finally looked up to my face and said, "Sure, whatcha got?"

"Um, let me see," I walked over to the refrigerator and looked at our selection, "Let's see, we have Coke, Root Beer, Water, and Boxed Wine, but that's not mine so you can't have that hehe."

"Coke sounds good," he said looking at the program on the TV. I gave him the coke and got one for myself. He took a swig of his.

"So how did you know where I lived?" I asked. His voice was a little bit more uppity now,

"I looked through your contacts and under "Home" you listed your address, so I mapbooked.

"Nice," I looked down for a second, afraid to bring up last night's situation for fear he was going to get upset again but I risked it anyway, "Um, so about last night . . ."

"Don't worry about it," he said before going back to his soda.

I didn't want to get beaten up so I quickly said, "Alright," in return.

I looked at the expression on his face as I took another sip of the coke. His big brown eyes were starting to tear up again,

"Guh, Fuck!" he said.

"What's wrong? I already said I'm sorry!" I took a step back but he just shook his head,

"No, it's not you."

"Well then what is it? Come on, sit down," I sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. He nodded and said, "Alright."

He sat down next to me, his big mass making my cushion sink down on one side and almost making me fall over into his lap when he sat on it. I moved myself over to then end of the couch to make more room for his sizeable butt.

"Well, Christeena and I had a fight," he said.

"The female horse you were with?" I asked.

"Yep. She's been a good friend of mine for most of the year. I met her while I was dating this panda. Well Christeena and I had been spending a lot of time together and I started having feelings for her, but I didn't want to stop seeing the panda so I just dated them both."

"Mhmm," I nodded.

"Well, I told Christeena that I broke up with the panda, even though I didn't, and we started dating. After a few months of dating both of them I realized I wanted to be with Christeena, so I had it set in my mind to dump the panda but before I could get the chance they found out about each other. So they both came to my door together and dumped me right on the spot."

"Oh wow, that's not good," I said.

"Yeah, well I didn't care about the panda anymore, I just wanted to see Christeena so I kept calling her and asking her to come over so we could talk. Well yesterday, after three days of avoiding my calls, she finally responded and we agreed to meet up at a little café near the school. I explained to her that I wanted to be with her and well, one thing led to another, and well yeah, you were there."

"Mhmm," I blushed, "Again, so sorry for that."

He continued, "Well it looked like she was going to be with me anyway despite my secret but then she saw how I blew up at you when we saw you."

I wanted to plead my case again and say I was sorry but I decided against it when I saw a tear go down his face.

He choked up for a second, "Guh-uh, um, well yeah, anyway, after you left she got dressed and said this was too weird for her and she left. She called me a sick bastard and told me never to call her again. All I wanted was a girlfriend."

"Awww," I said, "I'm sorry that happened to you. Well, you know what, think of it this way, I believe that a mate is someone who knows everything about you and loves you just the same. And well, if she can't accept everything about you then maybe she's not for you."

He looked down, "Maybe," another tear went down his face.

"Hey, come on, cheer up," I went into the kitchen and got some paper towels and pawed it to him.

"Thanks," he said before blowing his nose and wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Listen, like that old cliché' goes: there are plenty of fish in the sea. I'm sure you'll find somebody else."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I've been telling myself that for years, and I've been though all kinds of relationships, but yet here I am, all alone."

"Aww, you're not alone, what about your friends? You seem to have lots of buddies around you on the team."

"Who?" Was he serious?

"Those two guys, the tiger and the bunny. I've always seen you with them."

"Mark and Wight? Meh, they are not really my friends. They are more like acquaintances than anything else. Besides I'm pretty sure they won't be talking to me anymore."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well today after school we went to the locker room for a last minute instruction before the game and Wight (the rabbit) heard about Christeena and I breaking up and started making jokes to the team about how I couldn't keep her satisfied and well one thing led to another and . . ." Sigh.

"What?"

"I socked him. That fucking bastard hare!"

"Oh nice," I said sympathetically.

"Yeah, and because of that Coach and I had a private sit down and he told me I couldn't be in the final game."

"Oh wow. Seriously? That sucks."

"Yeah, that really fucking sucks. I guess I'm not very good at making friends, huh?" he faked a little chuckle.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, neither am I."

"What about that fox?"

"Well Myne is cool but he's all I got. If you haven't noticed we're not exactly the coolest kids in school."

"You still have one more than I do."

I looked into his eyes. I look into other people's eyes a lot because they tell a story. When I first met him a few days ago all I thought about him was that he was an asshole and the classic jock. He gets whatever and whomever he wants because he's a big, tough guy on the football team. But now I looked at him, I mean really looked at hum and didn't find that. All I saw was somebody who was very alone and hurting inside.

"Well, now you have a friend in me," I extended my paw to him. He looked at it for a second. He didn't look to be in the mood to argue. I gave him a smile when he took it and gave me one in return.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I laughed a little, "What do you mean 'Are you sure'? We're becoming friends, we're not doing a business merger."

He laughed. I smiled wide and my tail started wagging. He let go of my paw and turned his direction to the TV.

"Oh, by the way, what is your name?" he asked chuckling.

I chuckled back, "It's H.K."

"Hehe sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's all good."

"Well, now I feel like a real dick," he smiled.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, over the last few days I have called you a fag and have chased you out of my own house."

"Well, I'll give you the chasing me out of your house, I shouldn't have been there."

"Why were you there anyway?"

"Oh, well it's a dumb story but I kinda had these feelings for Leif."

"Leif Jacobpaw? Interesting."

"Yeah, well I overheard him giving his address, your address, to one of your teammates and I thought I could get the chance to talk to him if I went to his house."

He smiled, "But it was mine. Hehe wow, that's fucking funny." He laughed, he snorted when coke almost came out of his nose. I didn't think it was very funny but soon he was leaning back in the seat laughing his ass off. .

"Yeah, I have wanted to talk to him, so I tried all these plans to get a moment alone with him."

He shook his can when it was empty, "Plans?"

"Yeah, lets see, I've snuck into the locker room in a laundry sack to get his attention," he kept laughing as I touched the tips of my fingers to count them off.

"I've tried giving him a secret note for a personal date. Hahaha, and I snuck into another football player's house to try and find him."

When I was done he was laughing so hard he was gasping for breath,

"Oh my God!" he laughed. I was a little offended from thinking this was so hilarious to him when I was serious about meeting Leif, until I started thinking of it myself.

His face was turning red, "That's fucking hilarious! I mean, you snuck into the locker room in a laundry sack?! Hahaha, how did that one come out?"

I blushed and looked down, "Well before I got the chance to even get out of the sack I started getting pelted with football jerseys until I could barely breathe." I started chuckling myself, "Hehe now that I think about it; that really was a stupid idea."

"Haha, no shit!"

I started laughing more and more, like we were two laughing idiots, "Yeah hahahaha, and I trusted a four-year-old to give him a note for a date with someone he barely knows. And then I think it's a good idea to sneak into his house, hahaha, like he was going to be cool with it."

The horse was gasping with laughter, "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Hehe, I don't know . . . what the fuck was I thinking? Hahahaha. I mean, if I did find his house how did I think he was going to react? 'Oh, I'm so glad you found my room, let's go have lots of sex, hahahaha."

After a few moments of laughter that I thought was never going to stop we finally managed to calm ourselves down.

"Hehe, kinda dumb huh?" I asked smiling.

"No it's not dumb, well the plans you did yes, but there's nothing dumb with going after someone you are attracted to. How do you feel about Leif anyway?"

My ears went down, "Well, I don't know, I feel like I love him but how can I? I've only talked to him once."

He smiled, "Love at first sight, hehe it's a bitch isn't it?"

I smiled, "Yeah it is."

Everything seemed to be going well. Just yesterday he was calling me a faggot in front of everybody and now we were sitting on the couch drinking sodas and enjoying each others company. Shawn was pretty cool after all.

"Listen," I said, "I wanted to ask earlier, you said that Christeena was going to be with you despite a little secret you had. Now you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but what was the secret?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure if I should tell you," he said.

I put my paws up, "No problem, just wondering, did the panda know your secret?"

"Yep," he looked down.

"What was her name?"

"Um, well, his name was Tipz."

I looked at him for a second. My brain was taking too long to put one nerve to the other, that's why my face stayed scrunched in confusion for the next few moments.

"I'm sorry. The panda was a guy" He looked down again, "Mhmm."

"The panda was a guy? You dated a guy?"

"Yep," he looked at the TV.

"Are you gay?" I asked him.

"No! . . . . Well not exactly, I'm bi."

"Oh wow, I had no idea." My eyebrows were up and surprisingly enough my tail started wagging.

"That's because I don't tell anyone. And yes I do feel like shit for calling you a fucking faggot the other day. It's just I'm not ready to tell anybody. I mean, 'the top defensive lineman of the football team is bisexual'. That scares the hell out of me."

"Why would that scare the hell out of you?" I asked.

"Because if the other teammates knew, I would be tortured for the rest of my life."

"Hmm, don't they know that Leif is gay?"

"Yeah, but nobody says anything to the quarterback that has made the team one of the most dominant high-school football teams in the state. But that doesn't mean that the other teammates don't make fun of him when he's not around. I mean, I've heard some very bad remarks, and yeah."

"Aww hun, you shouldn't have to pretend around your friends, otherwise they are not your friends. I can't believe your bi."

He puts his hands to his face.

I said, "I mean that's good, that's good that you told me." I pulled his hand away from his face, "Listen, I don't judge you, I mean look who you're talking to. You're talking to a fucking fag here," I chuckle, but he didn't. "You should try going full throttle for guys. It's a lot of fun. You can fall in love with somebody and hide in a laundry sack so you can talk to him." He laughed and I laughed with him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry but that is fucking funny," he said. I chuckled with him.

He looked at me and smiled, "You are a good friend. And I am very sorry for being such a dick to you."

I pat him on the shoulder, "It's all good, no worries."

His smile doesn't leave his face, "And I know we just met, but I apologize in advance."

One ear went down, "In advance for wh--" His lips reach out and connect with mine. Suddenly every single emotion and ounce of blood flowing in my head felt like it was staying perfectly still as I kissed him back. His scent which was lingering before is now right in my face. I felt his tongue seep into my mouth and brush smoothly against mine.

I squeak a little bit when his tongue goes way deep into my muzzle. He moans as he continues swirling his tongue around mine like a big snake around a little rodent. I tried to push my tongue against his. He leaned forward and he had me pinned down to the couch by his big muscular frame. He ran his hands down my side and around my back, trying to hold me even closer. I rub my paw on his neck.

He lets his tongue go to give me a few more nips on the lips. I keep close hold of him as he kissed me on the neck.

"Hehe, apology accepted," I said.

He looked at me with a smile. His big brown eyes were in front of me yet again, this time with lots of sunshine in them. I felt good because I made them like that, I brought pleasure to somebody else . . . and I'm getting it in return.

This time I reached out and kiss him, he returned his tongue back to my muzzle as we kiss. He reached his hand down my undies and started rubbing around my butt. I moan a little puppy moan as he rubbed it gently. One paw felt like its going to fall asleep under his big body but the other one was free. I stick it in between us and down his pants. I start to feel his warm member already a little bit sticky around my paw. He moaned and I grasped his penis and started to jerk it up and down.

He relinquishes his tongue from my muzzle and sits up to take off his shirt, revealing his big muscular physique, not to mention his growing tent next to my chest. With my paw still down his pants I poked at the cum dripping off the end and lick my finger pleasurably. He grabbed me by the shirt and took it off of me and dropped it on the floor. To make sure that he knew I wanted everything he wanted, and believe me I wanted it bad, I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the crotch. He got off the couch and stood next to me as he pulled my sweatpants off. He grabbed me by the ankle and gently yanked me off the couch.

"Ah, hehe, hey," I giggled as he grabbed at my undies and pulled them off like as if he'd just found a million dollars around my crotch. He tossed them across the room.

He took his pants off leaving him in just his undies. I grab at the waistband and try to pull them down myself. I giggle happily as he let me pull the big pair of boxers all the way off of him.

The moment I got them off he pounced me and pinned me down to the floor by simply lying on top of me, only not face to face this time. I look up as I stare into his thick thigh muscles and his growing penis around my face.

"Ruff! Ah, hehe." I giggle as I start to feel my cock suddenly get warm and wet as his tongue licks on my shaft.

I wanted to quickly mention that I had never had someone give me a BJ but by the time the words came to the front recesses of my brain he was already sucking on me.

"Ah, murf," I squeak as my tongue sticks out in pleasure. The tip of his penis brushed across my tongue and I gave it a little lick. I tried to catch it with my tongue since my paws were pinned but before I could the urging sensation in my crotch intensified.

"Ah! Guh, shit! Ugh." I started panting like crazy.

Finally he releases his grip and turns back around and looks right at me.

"You wanna do it, cutie?"

I was fighting with my brain to tell him that I was still a virgin and that might make him uncomfortable, but I also didn't want to say it for fear he may back out of it . . . because I wanted sex now more than any other time in my life."

"Just to warn you, I'm a . . . I mean, I haven't really had--"

"You're a virgin?"

I blushed and nodded my head.

"Hehe, don't worry pup, I'll be gentle . . . at first hehe." He smiled wide and gave me one more kiss. "You have any condoms?"

"Yes, they are upstairs in my room." I smiled.

"Well then, to your room." He got up off the floor and I followed after, but before I could get to my feet I suddenly felt a big arm wrap around both my legs.

"Hey, whoa! Hahaha, what the fuck? Hahaha." He lifted my body up over his shoulder. I flail my legs around for a second as I looked down at his tail and his big beefy butt cheeks move back and forth as they went up the stairs.

"Nope! My love puppy is too special to climb the stairs, besides . . . you're going to need all the strength you can get love." He laughed an evil laugh and I was on cloud nine. I was still a little scared and I didn't know exactly what was going to happen, or even if we would still be friends by the next day, all I knew was that I was losing my virginity, and I was losing it tonight.

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