The Thought That Counts
The Thought That Counts
By: ROT
"I still remember when you first tried to make my favorite kind of dessert. Cherry pie with a bit of vanilla ice cream. I love how it melts over the warm butter crust, ah! I'm making myself salivate. That is no way to present myself in front of you." An older wolf, possibly in his 40s, dressed in a warm colored sweater, brought his arm up to his snout to clear the bit of drool that had formed at the tip of his snout.
The scarf he wore around his neck lifted a bit, swept up by the brisk and cool wind that disturbed the brown and orange leaves. They crinkled and rolled across the green grass, some scrunching and cracking as our narrator leaned back and placed his paws on the cool ground.
"I'm sure you remember that day. I got home from work and you presented to me this black and charred thing in a pan. Ha! I can almost smell it now. Good thing you bought enough supplies for at least eight more. You really weren't good at baking sweetie. But you got a lesson that day I'm sure you never forgot." The older wolf closed his eyes and lost himself in the cooling breeze that ruffled his fur.
The canine smile grew wider at the thoughts. He gasped suddenly as he felt a touch, then an arm wrap around his torso. A body pressed to his back made him shiver in subtle pleasure. A paw, stroked over the wool surface of the sweater and comforted the man. A soft rumble came from the wolf's chest. The fur on his neck, slightly greyed from age, bristled as the touch gave him goosebumps.
"Why would I forget that day, it was the first day we had sex James..." A soft voice whispered into the brown, triangular ears.
James ear perked, the sensation of the cool breath made his fur bristle further, "Of course you would go straight to the sex wouldn't you? That day was even more important then just that, it was the day you proposed to me Caleb."
Caleb snickered behind James and dipped his paw lower to rub James's crotch, "What happened after I presented your gift?"
"I taught you how to bake," James paused as he let out a soft gasp, "I stood behind you..."
James's hips shifted as Caleb's paw gripped through his jeans.
The ample sheath filled under the fabric, "Yes. Then what?"
Caleb's breath caressed James's neck as he spoke. That paw undid the top of James's jeans. "I held your hands in my own. Taught you how to measure the ingredients. Grinding my hard on against your rump as you began making the dough."
James began to blush slightly as he leaned onto Caleb's chest. Those paws found their way under the denim and began to rub over the cotton outline of the mushroom head. Soon a small patch of dark dampness manifested on the outside of those boxers and told Caleb he was doing a great job! Soon those fingers found their way to that hot flesh. They fished it out into the cold air, which made it throb and dribble a bead of pre-cum down between the pink glands. The elastic band came to rest just below the perfect set of brown balls. Caleb began to paw James at a constant pace as the wolf busily began to remember that day of baking.
James panted and gasped, eyes filled with lust, "I opened your tight fitting jeans, made tighter by your arousal. I slid them down over your perfect ass." He flinched as Caleb played with the bit of skin under his glands, such a hot spot.
"I took off my own jeans and ground my hard shaft on your toned ass. I can still smell the cologne you wore when I sniffed your neck. A spicy musk and distinctly your own, unforgettable. My shaft was hard and dripping...like it is now. I wanted to fill you and accept you as my mate."
Caleb's paws began to play with James's balls, "You did didn't you?" A slight nibble to the neck, "You fucked me hard that night."
James's cock gave a hard throb. More of his musky pre milked free from the flesh by that expert hand.
"Yes," he hissed, "I smeared my pre on your bud just before pushing my cock into your ass. Oh how you whimpered so needfully. I whimpered right along with you. My hips moved on their own it felt like. Before I knew it, my hips where up against your ass. My hands wrapped around your body as I began to move my hips back and forth. Fucking you nice and slow for a bit as the air began to muddle together your cologne, your musky pre, and the scent of me mating you. Ugh, keep stroking me honey. That smell, that smell I love more then the scent of cherry pie."
James's hips bucked off the warm ground, warmed by his aroused body. His shaft throbbed almost to the point of pleasurable pain.
"You milked my cock as I began to fuck harder and harder. My balls tapped at the back of your own...you made the cutest of yelps. It wasn't long as my pre collected outside of your hole, mmmf, before I came up your tight ass. I could feel my balls tighten within my sack, you always loved watching them do that. Nnggh, roll my balls in your paws...they are doing it now. I remember feeling you clench rhythmically, you practically squealed close to your orgasm. Promise you'll never leave me, you said. The shock of the question was enough to keep me from the edge just long enough to whisper into your ear, I'll never leave your side, ever. I felt your body tense as you began to cum over the tiled counter top. The soft spatter of your cum on the island...the smells...the sight of your ears pinned to your head...gonna...breed...you...ughh!"
James's body tensed up as his cock began to spurt long ropes of cum out in front of him. The white streaks landed on the cool grass in front of him. His mouth open as he panted away. The powerful climax soon transitioned into a relaxed afterglow. Eyes still closed he pawed at his shaft a bit more. His brown digits coated in some of the weaker pulses of his creamy cum as he milked the last dribbles of the musky seed from his flash. After a moment, his eyes slowly opened and looked down at his mess. Jeans open, underwear pulled tight under his clenched ball sack. His hazel eyes followed the streaks of cum from the tip of his shaft, over the dampened soil and grass, all the way up the slab of marble in front of him. His white cum streaked the smooth and polished surface just under his lover's name.
"That was quite a day wasn't it love? It must have been very special since I'm still here with you." James, leaned forward and crawled toward the tombstone. He turned and pressed his back against the cold stone memorial.
"And to think, this all started with a homemade pie," Jame's head rocked back as he looked at the clouds as they lazily drifted by, face filled with longing.
"I'm right by your side Caleb, my love, forever." A hard gust of wind blew and brought with it a flurry of leaves.
For a moment, James thought he could see a figure within the flying, dead, and dried leaves from the trees that speckled the cemetery. But as the wind died, the leaves settled. But leaves weren't the only things being blown around. A piece of paper landed in James's lap, curious he picked it up. While he began to zip himself back up, a small tear rolled from the side of his eyes as he read the paper.
"I know you will never leave my side either. Thanks for the coupon for a free slice of cherry pie..."