The Stalker
This is an idea i had floating around in my head all week. I thought it would be fun, now it could be better (granted I only spent like a couple hours actually really thinking about it and writing) but it turned out pretty good I think.
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I watched him from afar, almost every day accounting what he did. I knew how he lived, where he lived, what his classes were in college. I even know what shampoo he uses to, saw him pick it up in the grocery store once. You could say it, I'm a stalker. I don't mind it, I'm very discreet about it. In fact no one knows about it, no one knows about my crush, no one knows that I'm even bi. I asked a girl to our prom, a hyena named Alyssa. A nice girl with good fur, someone to be good friends with. And we were, but I'd much rather be with him then Alyssa, I mainly did it to throw others off the scent. I even got into the same University as him, just to be around him. He's majoring in music composition and theory, he's a concert pianist, and had been playing as long as I've known him, which happens to be most of his life. He came to my kindergarten class about a quarter of the way through, but it was not until freshmen year that I actually "saw" him for the first time. With eyes of longing, let's just say the year we had gym together was the best one of my life. Anyway, I've been to every one of his concerts, listing to the music he had to offer. Each one was like a theme to my love for him. There was even one special evening where he actually conducted the orchestra. I couldn't contain my excitement as I watched his paw move with the swaying of the music and it's time. It was a great night.
So needless to say when he approached me one night after one of the concerts I couldn't breathe. He came and asked what I was doing at there, he had seen me at every single one of his own but whenever he went to others I was nowhere to be found. He had also noticed that I'd been in his grade and school since kindergarten. I couldn't talk, not at all, he tried to calm me by putting his paw on my shoulder but that made it worse. I loved his touch and I just blanked. The next thing I knew I was sitting in an empty concert hall with him sitting next to me. I jumped at the sight of just alone in the empty hall. I asked him what happened.
"You fell." He said, "you blacked, I don't know why." His paw jumped to my leg, it seemed as though he sensed my nervousness. I shivered at his touch, he told me to be calm and tell him what was the matter. I shook my head, dismissing it. My voice finally cracked up, "I don't think that's important."
His face held a frank look, "you collapsed the second I touched you."
My paw found its self on top of his. "I was just a bit nervous."
"Why, I've known you." He paused. "Well seen you since kindergarten."
Then he asked a question, one that made my heart stop. It was like a sudden realization, an epiphany. Or that's what if felt like. He asked, "Do you like me? I mean, like me, like me?"
My paw squeezed on his, and my heart had jumped started again, pumping twice as fast and my eyes darted around. My mouth grew dry as though I had spent an entire week in the desert without any water. But I didn't want to lie, how could I.
"I've watched you." I said to him. "Since we were freshman in high school." To my own surprise he wasn't fazed when I said that, nor did he seem surprised.
He pulled the paw from my knee and crossed it with his other. "You keep a pretty good secret." He said. "I didn't realize until senior prom, well, that you were gay."
My paws closed to my muzzle, how could he have possibly known! I covered this up! Plus, I took a girl to the dance.
He obviously saw my confusion. "Look, I saw you look at Alyssa. I watched you most of the night, and you were more interested in the pants of the other guys then you were in watching you're dates chest."
I blushed under my fur, he guessed it, now he knew. What was he going to think? Would he want nothing to do with me? Hate me? Despise me? No, otherwise he wouldn't have approached me, there had to be something else.
He took my paw from my muzzle and grasped it in his own two. "You have such wonderful eyes." I remember blinking a couple times at the comment, not expecting that.
"The reason why I noticed you that night, at the prom, was because I was doing the same thing."
"T...the same thing?" I questioned.
His head nodded as he drew closer. "I was too busy looking at the other guys. But you never answered my question. Do you like me?"
My lungs filled with air, I was about to do it. Confess my love for him, to his face. I was ready.
"Yes."
His muzzle stayed shut and he didn't say anything. He only held a smile, but it filled the entire theater.
Drawing closer his shallow breath wisped over my own fur and he turned his head to the side carefully giving me a gentle kiss. A slight whisper followed.
"Because I like you."
His muzzle once again found its way into mine, I couldn't hold my excitement and I kissed him back. My paws drifted over his body for the first time, he filled me with lust. They traveled down further and further until a bulge stopped them. I cupped my paw and fondled it as best I could hoping, he would enjoy. He had no objections.
His own paws wrapped around my upper body trying to bring the kiss deeper, it was long overdue. We both had watched from afar and now was the time to indulge. My paw quickly worked at his slacks, once they were loose he stood and let them drop down. Then he stripped off the top of his tux, unbuttoning his white shirt but keeping it on.
I was about to stand and do the same but he stopped me.
"No." He said. "You have done all the work to watch me over the years and it's time for me to do the work."
He kneeled in front of me put his nose between my legs and sniffed, taking in my musk. With him so close to me, my member started to fill out but he continued in taking in my smell. "You smell is wonderful." He said between the deep breaths.
It was a weird thing to say the least, smell? "I...I..." He shushed me, "Just take the complement."
His paws moved up to unbutton my own pants and bring them to my ankles. This is actually happening I said to myself, over and over again. He used his mouth and bit on the elastic of my underwear, pulling them and bringing them down. Without any hesitation his tongue licked from the base to the tip, cleaning any of the pre. My heart raced and I wanted to push his head down to get the most pleasure, but I got the feeling that he knew what he was doing. Slowly, his tongue found it's way to every inch of me, wrapping around it several times before slowly taking the big plunge and swallowing.
How ridiculous we must have looked, two wolves giving a blow job in the middle of an empty theater, but I couldn't have cared less for what anybody would have thought at the moment. His tongue pleasured me it ways I never would have thought of. A couple time he withdrew from me only to lick my ass and follow it back up to the main event, all with his tongue still out. His ears perked every time I let out a small howl, hoping it was the time. Not yet I would say. But he faithfully kept sucking, licking, and smelling my odor trying to draw out the main event. I couldn't hold it for much longer either, my claws dug into the arm rest ripping them open while the other pushed his head further on me. I also pushed forward a bit letting his mouth wrap around my knot.
"Just a couple more licks."
He moved his tongue over the tip a couple more times forcing pleasure to ripple through my body. I put my other paw on top of the other and pushed even harder. "NOW!"
I shot. I filled his stomach with more cum then a horse, he lifted off me and I was still spraying, he kept licking letting the cum land between his eyes. His paw squeezed the last bits out and he licked them from the tip. I threw my head back drawing in big breaths when the doors to the auditorium opened. I remember being terrified, what would they think!
My partner just ducked a little while I tried to hide myself under the tops of the chairs, both of us heard shouting.
"Come on Charlie, it's happy Hour at Franklyn's, let's go."
"Fine, I just thought I heard something."
The doors closed and the smell of wolf cum spread. He moved back up and sat in my lap. I turned my muzzle and kissed him, saying in between my breaths, "I love you."
It was, and still is, the best night of my life.