After School Activities

Dante gave a bored sigh. This certainly was not what he was planning on doing when school was released into summer break. Nothing. Absolutely nothing
He rolled onto his back, still in his bed, the warmth of early summer making him sweat slightly, his dark grey fur glistening gently in the slanting sunlight that adamantly streamed through his blinds. He glowered at the clock, willing it to be a different, earlier time. It seemed to sneer back at him, announcing with the utmost certainty that it was twelve o' clock noon. And so, there he was, laying in his bed, bored beyond words and comprehension alike...dear God he wished he had a girlfriend! Hell, even a boyfriend would be nice. Of course, he'd never seriously though about his sexual habits until recently. He was more or less a virgin, and didn't masturbate...
He gave a groaning heave and pushed himself into a sitting position, the cool air drying his damp back wonderfully. His ears perked and swiveled towards his bedroom door, listening for any noises within his home. He was his families only child, so he didn't bother listening for the pitter of young paws, only the heavy tread of his parents were his concern. He enjoyed walking around the house naked when he had it to himself, but he knew his parents would not think well of it.
After asserting to himself that indeed his parents had gone to work, he slid out of his bed. As far as his species was concerned, he was somewhat small for a wolf. His lean, teenage body was not fat, but it wasn't muscular by any means.He was small, quiet, slightly shy, and a bit of a crybaby when it came right down to it. He thought it made him seem cute, but it didn't impress the girls, or guys, in the least. Being small, though, did have a slight benefit; he could tread quieter and quicker than most of his friends, even those who were of feline descent.
He slipped through the house, silent as a shadow, and moved towards the kitchen. His stomach announced his entrance into the room with a hungry growl. He stepped over to the refrigerator and began withdrawing food from inside. Eggs and bacon tickled his fancy.
“Now, for breakfast.” He paused, then corrected himself with a small note of disgust.
“Lunch...now for lunch...” He shook his head as he mentally reprimanded himself for being lazy. He prided himself on being able to get started early, but summer always robbed him of his motivation. He went about cooking in a kind of daze as he scrambled eggs and darkened bacon in the pan, his mind drifting off to ponder relationships.
Of course, he had had girlfriends before, it was simply that he was dumped shortly after they started dating. He sighed to himself; he had never even got to second base. In fact, his record loss to date was dating a girl for only two days before she cut ties and stated that they should not being seeing one another. Her excuse was that she needed space to grow, said only moments before she walked off, her arm entwined with that of a large jock who's intelligence was comparable to that of a rock. Dante came to the conclusion that she was an unequivical bitch. His mind then started drifting to another topic; boys that he liked.
He had never asked another boy out at school, although he had certainly seen it happen before: it was just that after all the girls rejecting him, he worried what a guy would say. And yet, curiousity kept him dreaming. He had read a few stories on the internet that made his body heat with longing, stories of young lads like himself with a friend, licking, sucking, and yiffing one another, all with intoxicating detail.
He shivered as he thought of sucking another guy off; he thought shortly about what the end result would taste like. Shortly after such thoughts passed, he started dreaming about what it would feel like with a boy pleasuring him from behind; perchance, even, him pleasuring someohne else from behind. He shivered again, and not from cold.
Then his thoughts drifted to his canine friend Jacob, a husky. The young dog, barely older than Dante, seemed to be so much more than he. He was strong and handsome, girls loved him, guys admired him for his athletic abilities. He was funny and smart, essentially the model of his species. Dante admitted he himself was jealous of Jacob at times. He even considered asking the husky out before, but rejected the idea almost immediately...almost.
Of course, Jacob, Dante realized, had been acting peculiar at the end of the semester. It just struck him then, at that moment, how out of place Jacob's behavoir had been. He had started shunning the girls that hung at his arm, preferring to spend more time with Dante, his life long friend. He had left playing sports to instead ask Dante if he would like to hang out; the mall, the movies, anywhere they could have some one on one time...In fact, Jacob had told Dante he wanted to tell him something, but he was interrupted by someone inquiring of directions to the local cafe...when they had left and the subject had be brought back up by Dante, wanting to know what Jacob wanted to ask, the husky only smiled and shook his head.
“Never mind.” Was all he said.
Dante blinked as he realized. Maybe Jacob was going to ask him...
No, he wouldn't. Dante knew all too well how many girls (And a few boys even) wanted Jacob already. He would be at the bottom of the ladder.
A tear trickled down his cheek and fell with a sizzle onto the heated griddle. He sniffled and wiped at his nose with the back of his paw. He took a tdeep breath and, suddenly tensed up. His ears swiveled around to turn towards the front of the house. He could have sworn that he had heard the click of the latch on the front door. Or had he? He couldn't remember, and tried to recall what made him start in the first place.
Had his parents come home early? He thought.
He rejected the thought immediately. When his parents came home, they proclaimed their arrival with loud shouts, laughter, and demands to see their wonderful son. He relaxed and chuckled at his parents antics. His mind once more turned back to cooking his meal and, among other things, Jacob's muscular body. More importantly, what was underneath the clothes that so teasingly wrapped around that muscular body. His body immediately began to react to his thoughts. That's when a noise caught Dante's attention. It was at the door right behind him.
He whipped around, fur standing on end, his golden eyes locking onto the eyes of the one person he did not expect to see in his house. It was Jacob.
The huskies blue eyes showed startled fear, but also a hint of lust at the sight of Dante in front of him. He blinked and began to stammer an apology. The huskies ears were turning pink from the embarrassing situation he had unwittingly walked into.
“D-Dante! I...I...um...didn't expect to...uhh...” The huskies eyes dropped to below Dante's waist, locking on his swollen wolfhood. Swollen from the thoughts Dante had been having of Jacob.
“Please...I was just...Oh God!”Dante whimpered as words failed him, his lip quivering gently, his eyes watering. Embarrassment took over and he dashed past Jacob, fleeing to the sanctity of his room.
He started groping around his room for a pair of pants. When he had those, and had them on, he would have to go downstairs and apologize for what Jacob had seen. He felt shame burning his cheeks under his heavy fur, and tears blurred his vision. After a fruitless search everywhere else, he fell to his paws and knees and looked under his bed for some pants.
Unexpectedly, a paw touched him, just above his tail and fully exposed tailhole. Dante gave a fearful yelp and jerked, slamming his head into his bedframe. He fell to his stomach and howled with pain, clutching his head.He looked up and saw Jacob looking down at him, his paw still in the air, looking as if he wanted to help him up. It was too much for Dante.
He curled up into a ball and started sobbing, part out of shame for allowing Jacob to see him like that, another for acting so stupidly in front of him, and the last for the screaming pain that was attacking the back of his head at the moment.
And then something unexpected happened. Dante felt soft, but strong, arms wrap around him and pull him close, a gentle voice hushing his cries. Dante calmed down enough to look up at Jacob. The husky smiled back weakly. It struck Dante that he was laying in Jacob's lap...and he didn't want to leave.
“Please don't run from me Dante...I've wanted to tell you for so long...Please don't run...” Jacob's voice sounded so strained, so desperate, Dante couldn't help himself. He leaned up and pressed his lips to his best friends. Unexpectedly, Jacob returned the kiss, then parted his lips, his warm tongue pressing against Dante's lips. Instinctively, Dante opened his mouth and soon was running his tongue over the huskies with an animalistic need, a hot rush of want that he had never felt before.
They pulled apart, breathless, after a time that was not nearly long enough for either, and Dante gave a small whimper.
“Jacob...I've...I've always really liked you.”
“And I love you Dante. Not like you. I love you. I have since I was a pup, but I didn't know how to tell you...” Jacob gave a small, self-concious shrug. The beastial side in Dante's mind took over. His flesh was rock hard again, and Jacob's innocence was provoking him beyond his control. He pushed the husky onto his back and started tearing at his clothes, yanking at the buttons and clasps of the canines clothes. Soon, Jacob's shirt was off, and his pants and shoes followed shortly after. The only the that now stood in Dante's way was a pair of dark blue silk boxers that couldn't even begin to hide the huskies own flesh. The wolf leaned down and pulled the boxers free with his teeth, then leaning up to lick the dog's sheath teasingly until every inch of his friend lay exposed before him. A moan escaped Jacob's lips.
“Dante...please...slow down...we can't...are you...we just...”
Dante gave a quiet moan at the dog's quiet, half-hearted pleas, then pulled the dog up to a kneeling position before dropping to his knees and paws in front of him, taking Jacob's stiff flesh into his mouth. He leaned forward and started sucking, licking, and pawing at the dog's phallus. The quiet whimpers increased to a fevered pitch. The husky took Dante's head in his paws and gently thurst into his muzzle as the wolf sucked desperately on his cock. Suddenly, Jacob's back arched hard as he screamed his release. The huskies throbbing erection immediately started pumping ounce after ounce of his cum into Dante's awaiting mouth.
Dante reveled in the caustic, salty-sweet seed that filled his mouth. But Jacob didn't stop after the first load of hot seed; he kept thrusting, and howled gently every now and again, until he came a good six more loads of his cum into Dante's mouth. The wolf, surprised, couldn't even begin to handle the heavy amount, and sat there panting for a time, cooling seminal fluid dripping from his muzzle.
Jacob looked at Dante with a new look, one filled with desire, need, and carnal want. He leaned over and wiped his warm seed from Dante's muzzle before reaching underneath himself, slathering the viscous liquid all over and inside his tailhole. He fell onhis his elbows and knees, raising his bottom enticingly into the air.
“Fuck me Dante! Please! I want that hard shaft of yours inside me until I scream!” Jacob cried out. Again, the tones of desperation, coupled with the mouthful of semen, filled Dante with needs of his own. He crawled over to the dog and pressed up against him. He took hold of his own shaft and pressed it to the huskies tight tailhole. With the lubricating semen coating his tailhole, Jacob took Dante's flesh easily.
Dante moaned aloud at the ecstacy of being inside of another living creature, thrusting with unrestrained lust.
“You...you're so...t-tight...Jacob...” Dante gasped through his thrusts.
“You're my f-first....I've never made love before Dante...you a-are my first...” Jacob confided. Dante couldn't believe it; he always expected Jacob to have lost his virginity long ago. Soon, though, all thoughts left Dante's mind as he flet a curious building sensation within him, a headlong rush for release. His hips jackhammered into Jacob's, pounding every inch of his swollen shaft into his friend's bottom. A loud spattering noise informed Dante that his lover had orgasmed once more. More spattering noises pushed him over. He screamed as his first orgasm rocked his body back, his cock retracting painfully, but wonderfully, and he began pumping his hot juices into the dog's rear over and over again. It was too much for him to take for his first time, and the world black out for Dante.
When Dante's eyes opened again, his head was laying on Jacob's stomach. The dog's shaft was mere inches from him, and still dripping pre-cum. His eyes roved over to the small puddle near his bed, murky white and reeking of pheremones. He rolled over and looked up into the half-closed blue eyes of his best friend turned lover.
“Too much for your first time Dante?” The dog smiled.
“That was amazing Jacob...” Dante whispered as he snuggled up to the larger canine.
There was a pause as they restedm but then Dante looked back up into those blue eyes that sparkled with such delight.
“I love you Jacob...”
“I love you too, Dante...” Jacob replied, leaning over to hug the small wolf. A thought then struck Dante.
“Hey, cutie. Would you like some breakfast?”