Before Breakfast
#1 of The Summer
Before Breakfast - A story that's been in the back of my mind for ages, finally got pen to paper and decided to write it... Hoping to remotivate myself to write more often.
Hope you all enjoy.
I'm really not sure where to begin, but I have to start somewhere. The second day of the last summer we spent together is about as good as anywhere else. It was the most peculiar and memorable day in my short history for many reasons, but those will unfold along with my tale rather quickly.
My eyes fluttered open, the kind of waking you'd expect to see in a movie almost, it was definitely not the alarming squawk of my clock-radio telling me it was time for school. I was still on the bottom bunk in an almost unfamiliar room. My reflection was caught in the mirror on his dresser as I sat up, my fur was tousled and I looked pretty unkempt. I had the typical markings of a husky, but had a larger frame than most dogs my age. I had definitely hit puberty far too quickly for my own good.
The previous day had ended early; we had tired ourselves out from playing outdoors. My compatriot was smaller than I was and still slept quietly in the bunk above my own. His name was Robert, my slightly younger cousin from my uncle's second marriage, though everyone just called him Robbie.
My parents saddled his folks with the responsibility of caring for me during the summer as they didn't like to travel with me, nor I with them. Though we held a fairly close friendship over the summer months, this usually dissolved until the following summer where we would become fast friends once again.
Regretfully, this was the last year we would spend our summer months together.
His black fur shimmered in the early-morning sunlight that crept through the dusty blinders that hung feebly in the window of his oversized bedroom. His slick, black and silver fawx-hawk had held perfectly from the night before. I noted grimly that mine had been crushed in my tumultuous sleep, but bed-head suited me just fine most days.
I stared at him from the corner of his bunk, his chest rose and fell quietly. Robbie was a mix-breed, half husky from my family's side. My uncle's new mate was a doby-shepherd cross, but my cousin had definitely inherited more of the shepherd than anything else.
He mumbled something that was terribly low and unintelligible.
We had spent the majority of previous day playing soccer in the multi purpose field in his small town. Though a lot of the kids played, I had been on the team of the city-champions in my own state, so I had run circles around all of them.
His parents generally put us both to work for the first month of every summer, but we had planned to head down to the pond and catch some frogs if we were fast enough to avoid their scrutinizing eyes. A juvenile activity no doubt, but we were barely into our teenage years so it wasn't such a big deal.
My tail wagged with excitement as he stirred.
"Pssst, hey!" I hissed harshly to wake him. He stirred, rolled over and blinked at me groggily.
"What time is it?"
"Earlier than you're used to, no doubt," I chided sarcastically.
He groaned, turning over. I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes, we needed to get up soon if we were going to avoid the slave labour we were generally relegated to. I was a bit more of a morning person than most I knew, but Robbie had already begun to sleep again. Tossing a pillow hard onto his head and flopping back down onto the lower bunk, I balled up the thin pillow and tucked it into the crook in my neck, trying to get comfortable again as I waited for him to rise. Seconds passed and he hadn't moved, I jabbed two fingers through the space between the thin boards and into his side.
Robbie's weight landed on the thin mattress-box spring combo and he quickly fell on top of me, pinning my arms to the bed. I struggled against him playfully for a second, before exerting as much strength as I could summon at that ungodly hour, bringing my arms up around his torso, I tossed him against the wall with a loud thud. He bound back with the agility only a youngster could have and somehow pinned me with his knees. His fingers jabbed into my sides as he began to tickle me furiously in retaliation. I bucked him off of me and across the small bed, but he dove for me again.
We both landed next to the small wooden footboard panting lightly while we bathed in the shutter-staggered morning light, my tail swished a little. I could see the dust we had stirred up illuminated through the cracks in the shutters gently resettling. He was closer to me than we'd ever been. Not in the physical sense. We'd been all over each other before, even shared baths and showers. There was something more this time and he felt it too, the context of our closeness had evolved into something different. The fact that we had both gone very still for a moment in the midst of all that rambunctious play told me that he knew something was different.
His hand moved to my crotch and grasped firmly, I was harder than the marble floors in the lobby of my parent's condo--just my dad's, now, though. I gasped with surprise, unsure as to how he would react and even more surprised that I hadn't noticed my own state of arousal. I had never been touched by another male, I didn't even figure it for possible in my young state of mind.
After reflecting on it briefly, I am certain he'd done this before.
"Take off your pants." He shot me a toothy grin, confident and excited.
It wasn't really a question. I did it, tore my pants down in a hurry. His commanding tone only reaffirmed that he knew what he was doing, and I was only too eager to comply.
He slipped out of his patterned-pyjama pants and kissed me once, his tongue seared my mouth. The heat from his body was unbelievable, it seemed as though the air around us crackled with intensity. I hadn't even kissed my girlfriend yet, and here he was making a list of firsts with me.
His paws groped my cock and he whimpered "Christ!"
I was going to ask why, but when I saw my length alongside his, I knew the answer. I was three or four inches longer than he was and was also a great deal thicker. I smiled contentedly. Having never seen another naked male's erect cock next to my own I had no idea how I would compare, and he wasn't small by any measure.
It turns out that puberty is the great equalizer and looking back I suppose I had hit it before he did. He grew up and turned out to be another really fascinating story altogether, honestly.
Trembling slightly as he pushed me over onto my stomach, I let him guide me.
"Lift up your rear," he commanded. I readily obeyed.
I heard him spit loudly. Something obscene you expect to hear on a baseball diamond, in the dug-out or as you walked past a horribly old and untidy person on the side of the road.
I digress for only a moment.
His tip penetrated me quickly. Most people say when someone takes your virginity it hurts or that there is a lot of pain. I know many years later when I knowingly lost my virginity to someone it was all of those things and more. This was very different, I felt only a great deal of heat and pleasure as I felt him piston his pink cock in and out of my rear.
I felt his paws run themselves up my back, ruining my fur. His paws moved back downwards, matting my fur to my back and coming to rest on my hips where he began to pull me roughly into his exaggerated thrusts.
It didn't last incredibly long, at least not when compared against what I am used to these days, but he rode me like a champ. My eyes were wide and my breath came in ragged huffs, like I had been a smoker of twenty plus years. I was frozen with uncertainty and ecstasy. I had no idea what we were truly even up to--this thought was quickly buried as my heated vent was filled again.
He growled and yipped, grabbing onto my hips as he dry-orgasmed. I looked back at him and he smiled down at me as he pulled out of me with a distinct pop.
Completely unwinded, he smirked slyly at me once again. Flopping himself down against the bed, he offered himself to me with a simple, "Your turn."
I had never mounted anything in my life. The most I'd experienced was the warmth of my pillow when I fucked it at night; I thought of girls. My cock was dripping and more stiff than I can remember it ever being at that time as he lay himself down in front of me, his legs spread just so with his pert rump in the air. I was so excited I didn't know what to do with myself.
Being more naïve than your younger cousin is an embarrassing admission, but I couldn't have asked for a better first time. His tail was hiked up and I could see where I was supposed to go. I might have worried for a moment but once he wiggled his rump in my direction and swept his tail from side to side, temping me with the thoughts I couldn't yet understand I quickly forgot about anything else.
A fine mimic of his technique, I spit loudly onto my palm and massaged the wetness across my pink shaft as I positioned it at his pucker. I didn't hold back much, but at that time I wasn't sure if I should have either. I pushed myself right in to the hilt without even thinking, he gasped loudly and grunted like he'd been sucker-punched so obnoxiously I thought the walls might shake and crumble around us. I fucked him without hesitation. I didn't know whether I should have warmed him up first or something like that--but this had become a distant afterthought once I'd penetrated him.
Who knows? Maybe it's just some odd concept we develop where we feel the need to mentally prepare for insertion.
My head was spinning, and I could barely think. This was vastly different, and a great deal more intense than fucking your hand. The smoothness of his insides caressed my length; I felt my hips crash into his thighs and rump. His hands reached out to steady himself against the wall where the headboard should have been as I made love to him.
He was panting much like I had been only moments ago.
I didn't think to look down to see what was happening or do any of the small things that I do now... nibble the neck or the ear, or a kiss from behind. I was just lost in the act itself. It was a whirlwind of sensation that, so far, outstripped anything I'd experienced before. My eyes were shut tight as I came to an uncontrollable climax, unable to move as I emptied my seed into his tight shepherd rear.
Holding myself against him for support, I collapsed on his back. Quickly he recovered and rolled out from underneath me. I looked up in a state of relaxation I had only dreamed of previously. I smiled up at him and clenched my eyes shut as I yawned vigorously.
"How was that?" He asked me.
I didn't answer him right away as the sun caught my eye in a really odd position. My blue eyes averted from the sunlight now bursting through the bedroom's window in an upside-down view towards the doorway.
His sister stood in shock, her mouth as agape as my own.
As it turns out, we all got up and ate breakfast together in awkward silence long before his parents got up. His sister just ate her food in a stunned daze - she never mentioned what she had seen again. He stared at me across the table and giggled, running a foot up and down my shin. This was to be the last summer we would spend together.
~Fin
A great deal of thanks to Infernous, my editor