A First Time After a Fist Fight
#1 of Writing Prompts
So here I am, pressed against this hulking mass of flesh that had been abusing me through all of Sophomore year. I press my knee farther into his chest, tears streaming down my face as I lower my screaming mouth down to his dazed eyes. I can hardly contain my rage as I shout him into a stupor, tearing his ear off with built up anger. My hand rises, the other busily pinning his non-broken arm to the floor. I'm not even sure his other arm is broken, but I could care less. I punch him one more time across the face, feeling the hard slap of my knuckles on his black fur. No one could've seen it coming. I couldn't have seen it coming.
The body I was on top of belonged to Chris, the black wolf that lead the wrestling team. He'd been taunting me and making fun of me for being gay the entire time, and I'd finally snapped. It only took a moment, but I slammed his shoulder against the lockers. He went to punch me, and I took the arm as it came, lifting my elbow to drop it squarely on his shoulder. He went down on his back, clutching his injured shoulder when he screamed. As he went down, I kicked him in the head to keep him there. I placed one knee on his chest, and laid the other into his thigh. I wasn't happy with him, and I was letting him fucking know. I scream my last raving grievance, and I stand up. I pass the lockers, no one touching me, talking to me, or even looking at my eyes, afraid of me tearing their head off. I don't have a rageful reputation, just a quiet one.
The sinks support me as I drop my weight on it. Slowly but surely, I lift my hands to clean them. They shiver under the cold water, cleaning blood form my knuckles as it runs a dark red against my white fur. Another thing I was cursed with from birth. The white fur gave every kid in my school a nice opening to call me gay. I'd begged my parents to let me have it died something darker, but they refused to let a "proud Donavan horse" be anything but their "naturally beautiful and radiant white coat". My dad married my mom because of her white coat. He had no other reason than that. I grab the paper towel from the black dispenser, wiping off my hand. It's not my blood, so I don't bother with it. Flicking the paper towel away, I look myself in the mirror. My greyish blue eyes stare me straight back, filled with a soft kind of anger, and a mix of fear. I'm scared to death about what this means. I look around, finding no one as I go to the farthest stall, and lock it behind me as silently as possible. My knees press against my chest as tightly as they can, and I place my head in my folded arms.
No anger anymore. Just fear and a bit of sadness.
When I finally open the door to let myself out, I've finished crying. My stupid grey shorts and red shirt are still clinging to my body when I exit the stall, thick with that day's sweat and tears. I know that wolf is there, sitting with his body leaning against the wall by the sinks. I pay no attention to him, and start to walk by.
"I'm sorry," The silence was shattered, each shard flying into my heart.
"What?" I ask for confirmation.
"I'm sorry," He repeats. "I shouldn't have said that to you. Truth is..." He stood up, bashfully rubbing his head. His stupid green eyes look down at the sinks, and he begins to stutter out the rest of his thoughts. "I-I've always been a little... Y'know... Attracted to you." He looks up at my eyes, and reaches out his hand.
"No, I don't know," I answer. I start to pass him, and he holds up his hand to my chest.
"Please, I can't-"
"Stop," I shove his hand from my chest, forcing it down to his legs with a slap. "I know what you're doing and I'm not gonna fucking put up with it any-" The silence takes me over by pushing his lips up against mine. We both stop solid for what seems like an eternity, and I finally push back against him.
"What?" He begs, his eyes looking around for answers in my eyes.
"I can't do this," I start, pushing him back and shaking my head. "You're just going to turn around and tell the school, and then I'll be the biggest laughing stock and then I'll-" He gently reaches out with his curved finger, lifting my chin up so that I faced him again. "Have to..." He presses his lips against mine again, letting me break it softly. We pull back and open our eyes, searching for the right emotion in the other's eyes. He turns his head to the right, and I turn mine as well. We kiss again, this time with parted lips. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I still slip in my tongue. They twist around, intertwining and spreading, searching the most buried parts of our mouths. I run my hand down his white shirt, and slide my fingers under his top. I slide my hands up, tracing his sculpted muscles with passion. He raises his arms, and I sling it off without a care. Our mouths part for a long second, and we dive back in. Chris raises his leg, wrapping it around my back. I can feel my cock stirring up, a heat building from the base. The canine pulls back, and locks eyes with me.
"Is this happening?" the lupine asks innocently.
"I think so," I reply, my eyes falling down to his perky black nipples. I reach my head down, and he wraps his arm around my head and neck. I tentatively drag my tongue across his right nipple, and then place my lips on it. I suck it gently, tickling the tip of it with my hot tongue. My member begins to harden, rising up from its hiding place. I press my body up tightly against his, bringing my muzzle up to touch his. We lower or heads to look each other directly in his eyes, and rub our foreheads together gently. I slip my hands down, and look at his jean shorts.
"In the way?" He asks, following my gaze. "I've got it." He takes over, unbuttoning and removing his shorts without an issue. As soon as they fall, the smell of musk hits. It's a huge, overpowering scent that fills my nose. It travels to the back of my throat, and reaches all the way down to my toes. My cock grew more, and I looked down at his exposed crotch. The big surprise came not from the fact that I wasn't the only one going commando, but from the fact that he was so well hung. His sheathe was impressive, that was for sure, but it was thick. My fingers brush the surface of it, and I give it the gentlest squeeze I can, just to make sure I'm still alive and awake. It's there. I drop my own pants with ease, baring myself for him to see. I'm not afraid. I ditch the shirt. He wraps his other leg around my back, and I lift him up by his ass. I slip my free fingers into his ass, prepping him. I press him against the wall tightly, evoking a short gasp. I press my mouth against his neck, and start to draw my tongue along his soft fur.
"I want you," I moan, trailing small kisses up his neck. I reach his cheek, and kiss the corner of his lips. "I want inside you..." I beg with my mouth, my tongue hungrily checking every crevice of his mouth. He looks down at my cock, and I follow his sight. The pure, white meat is at full erection, all seven inches. My eyes flick upwards, and I see his own black member throbbing in the air. His legs are lifted, and we're ready.I reach behind me and lift his thighs, spreading his tailhole out in the open for access. He presses his lips to mine, and I take that as his read message. My head takes the plunge sharply, cramming the first inch into his soft insides. We both grunt loudly, followed by a low moan. He throws his head back, and moans more passionately. I wrap around his cock, and began to slowly twist around the flesh.
"Harder," He shouts. "More! I want more!" I pump another three inches into him, and ease back out to find the appropriate depth. I begin to more feverently hump him, pumping him harder and faster. I slide it up hard, my balls slapping loudly against his ass cheeks. His own member began to twitch, and his knot formed. What I was doing worked. I slam him again, this time for everything he'd done. I bury my cock up to the base, and then grab his knot hard. I squeeze it with a tough grip, and he begins to twitch. His ass clenches hard around my thick member, and I pull out fast. I place our cocks against each other, and grind against the canine cock. He pulses, a jet of cum flying out and splattering on my chest. My own first rope slaps against his face, coating his sculpted face. I reach up a hand and push both of our cocks forward. He cums again, splattering his neck. Immediately afterward, I fire another spray of seed, coating his neck and shoulders. I press farther, and we coat his chest in semen. The last waves of our orgasms pass over us, and I look up at his face. I drag my hot tongue across his white-covered face. We smile, and I clean him off with my tongue.
Turns out I was the last person that new Chris was gay before yesterday.
Turns out no one else in the school knew I was gay before today.
Turns out you can never trust a black wolf.