The New Kid
The New Kid
A Tale by TheCreator
I can remember the day we met as clearly as if I was walking through a thunderstorm. It had been a Friday morning and I had just stepped off of the bus after nearly mashing my muzzle on the metal above the door a second time. I had nearly mastered the art of ducking at just the right moment as I stepped off.
When my paws hit the ground I made a bee-line into the school and through the flood of fur, scales, and feathers. I got to my locker unscathed and entered the combination to my padlock. 17-32-47...And I was into the junk-filled space just like that. I picked through until I found my pen and one of the several notebooks I use for my classes. The one I chose was simply a composition notebook. I closed my locker.
I wasn't running to my first class of the day, but that doesn't mean I was walking toe-to-heel and twisting my furry ass to show it off. Not that I don't have a nice ass, I'm just not a morning person. And I do have a nice ass. So I shoved my way past a dragon and kept my ears held high as he growled my way and shouted a threat.
I wasn't afraid.
I sighed as I got to class and say down in my seat. It was in the back of the class, which I liked. I wasn't one to goof off and I wasn't the annoying fucker in the room; ever. I was always the quiet guy who sat in the back writing poetry while the math teacher blabbed about shit I already knew.
I'm rambling.
All I had wanted to do that day was get my classes over with, to speed through the day on autopilot like I always do so I could go home and take some pills for the headache I would receive on the bus ride home and sleep. But when he sat down next to me and his deep, velvety voice muttered a gentle "Hey", I just had to turn my head and look at him.
My autopilot failed. I had to grab the yoke with both paws and pull up as hard as I could. I nearly crashed.
I was never one to believe in love at first sight, not until I saw him. It was only then when I saw the otter's cerulean eyes and his long ponytail which hung down to his lumbar. It might have been the way he grinned when I looked at him, or the black markings that peeked out over the neckline of his shirt, but if none of those things; it was his laugh.
I'd never heard an otter laugh before, but it so fucking adorable- the way he made simple animalistic murfs as he watched my face. I had long forgotten about my face, I had been too busy studying him and my heart had been too busy doing things it had never done before, and I think I may have had a hard-on. I didn't feel my chin on the desk until he reached over with one of his giant paws and made a fist around my muzzle and closed it for me. He let go and patted my cheek lightly.
"Cute..." he had said to me before he grinned and leaned down under his desk to retrieve a dropped pen. When he came back up his grin was gone, but he was still smiling with his lips.
"Usually it takes a few choice words and a few touches to get someone hard like that, wolf. I'm flattered, really, but you might want to shift your dick to a more comfortable place. I can see it from a mile away."
I couldn't believe what I had heard. I did have a hard-on afterall? He had to have been lying to me, but as I reached down to be sure, he was right. I blushed against my gray fur as I slipped my paw into my pants and shoved my cock down against my right leg so it wasn't poking out like a flagpole. And with a glance in a downward direction, I could see a wet spot.
Pre-cum. In my pants. From just looking at him.
It took a few minutes, but I finally gathered some composure.
"What's your name? I haven't seen you before. Where are you from?"
"I'm Alex. I'm from Whitepaw Reservation. I'm going here because some vandals burned my school down."
"Oh...That...sucks..."
He shrugged his shoulders. "We had a bigger bonfire. What's wrong with that?"
I chuckled. "I'm Jeff."
"Nice to meet ya, Jeff." he said with one of those grins and held out his paw. I took it, and he grinned wider.
"Didn't you just touch your dick with this paw?" he asked in a menacing tone. I couldn't help but blush.
"Uhh, I-"
"Don't worry about it, Jeffy. You wanna hang out later? There's a place by Whitepaw, a park. You know what I'm talking about?"
"You mean Rhrandall?"
"Yeah. That's it. Meet me there after school. I'll be sitting at one of the benches by the tennis court."
"Alright. Should I bring anything?"
"Nah, just don't jack off." he said with a smirk as he reached under my desk and patted my right leg, slipping his paw on the inside of my thigh and gripping my only-just-now softening cock.
Great, I thought to myself, I'm never getting rid of this boner!