Chapter 1 So It Begins
#1 of The Gilded Suburb
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This is not my first short story but it is my first piece of erotic fiction. Please understand that and feel free to leave comments about what I did right and what I did wrong. HELPFUL, RESPECTFUL, RELEVANT, AND WELL INTENTIONED criticism is accepted and I implore you to help me grow as an author by telling me what you like about my writing style and how I can improve. Regarding this story, select parts are mirrors of my life and choices. It's rather personal so if it offends you I'm sorry but the characters will act like real people to give the story an air of credibility and realism. Like reality there will be pitfalls, pain, and tears but there will also be moral triumphs, justice, and the curative properties of love. Noticed italics don't show up so thoughts now appear in parentheses, so Enjoy
Chapter One: Welcome to StonePier
The clouds sat around the early morning sky like lumps of grey dough, lethargic and carefree. Below slept StonePier, Colorado where the streets sat still but tense and apprehensive of the bustle of the day to come. The sun snuck behind the clouds searching for a gap to slip through but the barrier of watery mist held and dawn brought shadows across the metroplex. In the suburbs life began to wake as commuters put coffee on to percolate, blinds were opened, and morning ablutions were performed.
The alarm next to Tobias's bed rung slowly, "5:30 A.M. rise from the dead grasp of sleep." Staring at the ceiling the wolf sighed gently and sat up. Scratching the back of his head methodically he sat there like a furry Buddha without a lotus and breathed in the warm dawn air carefully. Standing and grabbing a pair of boxers from his dresser Tobias slipped to the bathroom, he could hear his older brother Raymond snoring softly (sleep easy you lazy bastard) lost in blissful dreams where his Dalmatian girl lounged seductively sans clothing.
Tobias locked the bathroom door, sharing a bathroom with Raymond sucked because the self absorbed jock left his various toiletries strewn across the sink and floor, and undressed. The cold surface of the mirror reflected his profile back, the fur was black like sky around midnight just like his wolf grandfather but his eyes were a soft blue like his husky dad. Feeling like some aberrant chimera Tobias shivered at his mixed genes and started the shower.
The steaming water moved around his body and covered him like a velvet glove. The heated fluid slipped over the back of his neck and down Tobias's thin frame. Not possessing the hulking mass of Raymond or his Dad, Tobias felt out of place in his family.
His mom was the daughter of a proud wolf and his husky partner but Tobias's father was pure husky back as far back as he knew and his children showed it. The elder twin sisters, at college in California, had their father's brilliant azure eyes and white fur like virgin snow. Raymond had his father's husky coloring of black and white but the white portions of his fur were actually a pale grey. His eyes however; were similar to his maternal grandfather, they were dark brown spheres.
Tobias stood there in the warm water and mulled over the day ahead. Last day of final exams and school would be out and junior year in high school would be over. One more day, one more day with those fuckers and then its 3 months of solitude. Scrubbing shampoo quickly through his fur he tried to rush his preparation for school. As he moved his hand down his stomach though he felt blood rush to his waist and collect.
Knowing Raymond didn't have exams this week since he was a sophomore in college and so wouldn't be up till about noon, Tobias slowly massaged his sheath. Hardening at his touch Tobias then moved his hand up and jacked his cock relishing the warmth of the showering. It didn't take him long before he was quietly panting and shooting wolf semen on the shower wall.
Moving the shower head towards the wall to flush away the evidence he cleaned the tile lest Raymond smell or see something and become suspicious. Feeling refreshed Tobias stepped out onto the mat and dried himself and slipped on the pair of boxers. He retreated to his room with a shiver. The harsh whispers rose from the metal gods. (Fuck it all). Tobias closed his bedroom door and silently locked it. The clock by his bed glowed 6:00 A.M. 2 and a half hours till class, (great).
Reaching underneath his bed he brought out a cardboard box and set it on his bed. Lifting the top he stared at his stash of weapons. The razors released their seductive whispers filling his head with a chorus of the damned. Tobias lifted one gently, reverently. It stared back and hissed (Blood) His blue eyes reflected in the shining silver blade. (Blood for me) It urged him on, pressed him into service.
He lowered the gleaming edge to his wrist and like a perverse waltz the metal and his skin twisted and slid. Holding his arm over the box the skin of his arm divided and released the Red Sea. The dark liquid crawled over his wrist and plummeted down onto a small towel kept in the box for this reason. As he bled, tears crept from his eyes and proceeded down a numb face.
After a few minutes the vessels clotted and the box and its dark contents were hidden beneath the bed once more. The demons now silenced retreated to the dark corners of his mind and Tobias looked through his closet for garb. Lifting a pair of jeans of the hanger he inspected them. Deeming them worthy he put them on and selected a green Motley Crue shirt. Finishing his fashion statement Tobias donned a grey jacket, the garment was a size to big but its large embrace made him like he was a turtle, hidden behind a fabric wall and impenetrable to assault.
Tucking his notebook with final papers under his arm he descended the stairs.
"Tobias!" His mom greeted him warmly, "Good heavens dear its only 7 A.M. and your already frowning. Lift your chin and smile more Pup."
Tobias looked through the fridge but his twisting clenching stomach refused appeasement. Closing the door he stared at the clock above the sink, 7:04 A.M. Sighing he walked quietly down the hall and out the door, his mom hummed to herself and floated around the kitchen like a canine June Cleaver.
Chapter One End.
Thanks for reading! Sorry about the lack of serious yiff, I'm building plot and story right now. Stand by for further chapters I'm planning on this story going for a while.