True Love 101
A note from the Author
This is the first of my stories that I have ever released to the public, it is a Male/Male erotica, which happens to have a storyline, I believe that a good story needs to have a plot, so hopefully, you can appreciate that. If Not, I have provided a ****** To mark the section where sex begins.. but I honestly think you should read the story, it makes the sex better! SERIOUSLY!
Anyway, with all that legal mumbo jumbo, must be at least 18, or smart enough to read, don't complain to me if you're a homophobic ass and you don't like this story, AND if you like this story, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!! Let me know! So I can continue to write for you lovely furres! Oh, one more thing, the character Sanguine in this story is not my character Sanguin from Tapestries, so don't go looking for some guy named Alijha, because sadly, he does not exist,
-yet- . Anyways! Without any further babbling from the author, here is what you have all been waiting for!
True Love 101
By Sanguin
I sat at my usual table in the corner of the local coffee shop, the dull lighting clouded with a light haze of cigarette smoke. This seemed to be my daily routine, latte, magazine, home, and then finally, bed. Despite the fact that this coffee shop was meant to be a place for socialization, I never seemed to meet anyone, perhaps the occasional glance from some handsome stranger, but never anything more. Each night I'd scoop up my books, stuff them into my backpack, and walk back to the dorms, where my more popular room-mates would most likely be partying, or if not partying, then passed out half-ass drunk from being partied out. Though for the first time, I came into my surprisingly abandoned room, it was truly a refreshing sight. I tossed my books aside, and slumped back onto my bed, murring to myself at the undisturbed sheets, and scooping one of my favorite stuffed toys into my arms, giving it a tight hug. "Oh Ali, you're my only true love.." I mumbled cynically under my breath, though at the same time, I felt oddly embarrassed at how close this may have been to the pathetic truth. I had always been single, the typical suburb-goth, just another unnoticed wolf in the endless sprawl of furres, my only comfort found in dark poetry and blasphemous tones of industrial rock or death metal, as well as the constant addiction of internet role play, or mucking. Truly, I was one worthless little teenager. My day had been quite long, and I was rather tired, so I simply fell asleep, nothing exciting.
The next morning, I awoke to the same surprising silence, I glanced to my clock, it was only 8:30, my first class didn't even start until 11, so I had time to grab a cup of coffee, before stumbling into math class, and snoring away the hour, ignored by all who 'learned' around me . First period went quickly as always, and I shoved my way through the crowded halls, searching for the sanctity of my art class, in which I would usually find a small amount of acceptance. Class hadn't started yet, and I had time to steal the best angle for today's still-life project. I managed a weak smile as I waved to my professor, who promptly waved back, then motioned to the board for me to read. 'Change of Assignment, The Male Figure', I shrugged to myself, figuring there would be a horrible lecture, instead, my gaze once again rose to meet that of another young canine, one who I had never seen before. His fur was thick and flowing, dark, though shining with a raven blue, I saw his figure to be flawless, six foot six, muscled just slightly, so that his frame seemed tight and unspoiled with imperfections, I only wished that the towel about his waist would be set aside. Before I knew it, class had begun, the seats around me had been filled in, and the scribbling of pencils upon paper echoed randomly about the room, I cleared my throat, and soon began as well, carefully sketching each curve and contour that was so openly displayed before me. I felt my cheeks warm with blush, this only furthered each time I raised my head to focus upon the other male, his deep blue gaze, ever set upon me, silky lips curled into a pleasant, near adoring smile.
Seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes, soon came to an hour, sounding the lunch bell. Though I didn't rush out of the classroom like my fellow classmates, I remained diligent in the project, which had come to interest me so very much. Moments after the class had emptied, I raised my gaze once more to spy the other canine... he stared back steadily, the same smile constant as he remained rigid and statue like, seeming to accept my commitment and making it his own. With smooth strokes I continued to draw, lifting my head every so often, not only in artistic interest, but to see if the model was still watching me, and indeed, he was. The minutes passed quickly, and soon my art professor picked up her things, and walked out without a word, sipping at her coffee. I twitched my ears a bit, following her exit with a tilting head, moments later, I turned back to find my subject, but to my surprise, he had disappeared. Whimpering slightly to myself, I wondered if he had grown tired of my attention, and slipped out the back door, but suddenly, I felt a warm paw rest upon my shoulder. There he stood, handsome, strong, the perfect specimen of a timber wolf. I felt my cheeks flush as he looked over my shoulder, his gaze wandering over my work, particularly the 'blank' that I had filled in between his thighs, using only my imagination.
Murring casually, he nodded his head in what seem to be approval, his tone, soft and adoring as he spoke for the first time that day, "It's very nice.. you're quite the talented little wolf, aren't you?" a thin grin spread over his lips, and I hung my head, shaking it a bit, my ears splayed timidly as I replied, "Not really.. Mrs. Akita says I'm far to free with my style.. I guess she means I don't pay attention.." He smirked as I modestly stated the truth, though as shy as I was, I failed to notice.. his warm touch shifted ever slightly, ruffling gently upon on of my blush toned cheeks.. "Well, your professor must be jealous.. because from what I can see, you're very skilled.. and your imagination serves you well." Still blushing, I finally tilted my muzzle to the side to look up at him, "R.. really..?" I stuttered. I was answered back with a slow nod, his warm breath whisping through my fur as he spoke, his muzzle just inches away from my own.. "Yes.. really. Once you are graded, I would love if I could keep the drawing.. as a memory of sorts, Of course, you'll need to sign it, so I can remember you to.." clearing my throat a bit, I turned my gaze back to my sketchpad, and with a swirling scrawl of penciled curves, I spelled out my name for him in cursive. "Sanguine.. a very unique name." He said with a twinkle in his voice. Dipping my muzzle in a weak nod, I raised the pencil once more, "I.. I need to title it.." his free paw soon rested upon my other shoulder in a firm squeeze, "Alijha.." the name rolled off of his tongue delicately, and with the same smooth handwriting, I titled the copy of a masterpiece.
************ Here comes the sex*************
His touch caused the fine fur upon the back of my neck to rise in an almost instant pleasure, no matter how light it may have been. The other male's voice soon spoke to me again.. though this time I could feel the warmth of his whispering breath, smoothly gliding through my fur.. " So, Sanguine.. how could you have possibly added what you have not seen.. it's a great likeness.." It was obvious that he was referring to the rather bulky package I had placed between his portrait's legs.. and I felt my entire body flush with an embarrassed heat. I stuttered.. "I.. I.. y'know.. just.." though I was suddenly silenced with the touch of his lips against mine.. his warm muzzle nudging to mine as if it were some dream finally coming true. Alijha's paw soon began to run a course from my chest, to between my thighs, his fingertips rather delicate, as if he saw me as a fragile creature. A couldn't help but gasp at the unfelt touch upon my crotch.. his large paw slipping beneath the waistband of my pants with a snap of a button.. warm fingerpads teasing at my already swollen flesh with a dominate skill that drove me ever closer into his seduction.
I tilted my head back and moaned yet again, as I could feel his strong grip wrapping around my length, and beginning to gently stroke.. He was still behind me now, and I could feel the stiff length of his cock nudging up against my back as he dropped his towel.. instinct now seemed to take over, and I let myself slide onto the floor to my knees, where a nudge my muzzle up between his thighs, kissing, and licking at the older wolf's musky ball-sack. The warm flavor was something new to me, and yet, I instantly loved it.. my attentions soon shifted, my tongue gliding smoothly from the base of his sheath, to the tip of his swollen pink member, where I received a light taste of slick, tangy pre-cum. The delicious flavor only drove me further, and I felt the tip of his swollen flesh begin to part my lips.. then with a quick dip of my head, I took as much of his length into my mouth as possible, moaning and panting against his cock, as he began to rock his hips against my cheeks.. his slick maleness fucking my muzzle rather gently.. I felt myself falling ever deeper under his spell. The careful plunging of his nine inches soon ended, though, and I felt the warmth of Alijha's paws upon my cheeks as he drew me up to my feet into a passionate kiss.. his warm tongue slipped between my lips, and I welcomed it with gentle suckling as he probed for flavors of lust.
The kiss seemed to last for an eternity in my mind.. and before I knew what was happening, I found myself laid back on the bed where the other wolf had posed not long ago, stripped completely, and seemingly on display for a unseen audience.. his warm, muscled frame pushed up tightly behind me, an arm then circled around my torso, cradling me delicately. His thick member rested throbbing between my thighs from behind, as he playfully rocked the head of his hardened cock beneath my sack and sheath.. I felt myself whimper in submission, and I lifted my tail to his chest.. tilting my muzzle to the side to lick up at his pale lips. He seemed to be reading my mind as he kissed back with his large, pink tongue, his free paw moving down to carefully lift one of my legs, exposing my virgin privates to the cool, art-room air, which was now damp with the scents of pleasure. His fingers were first licked by an ever willing narrator, slicked and lubed in my warm saliva.. then with gentle fingertips wandering, he tucked them beneath my tail, swirling thick fingerpads around my tight hole.. then carefully thrusting on inside, teasing.. this new sensation caused me to buck back against his touch in the same instinctive manner as before.. and I could feel the warmth of preseed dribble down from the tip of my throbbing length.
Alijha kisses once more tenderly upon my neck.. retracting his fingers to hold my legs apart once more.. then with a slight bit of pain, mixed with indescribable pleasure, the head of his cock slipped up against my tight tailhole, and began to penetrate.. parting the pink flesh slowly, so as to not hurt me.. but this only drove me to deep moans, and I clawed at the bedspread, trying to control the wonderful new feelings that coursed through my body, but to no avail. Holding me ever closer, my loving alpha began to gyrate his hips against my shivering rear, pumping inch after inch slickly and full into my young insides.. clenching my teeth, I whimpered and gasped back at Alijha, as he made me his own. The larger wolf's arm soon circled between my legs.. bringing his fingers to my forgotten wolf-hood, and gripping tightly, each of his strong thrusts, sending my own hips forward against his paw, slipping through his hold as if I myself had some young lover, to bond with. Pants and moans echoed off of the hollow walls as I submitted to my stud.. the position of lovemaking soon changing once again. Strong paws soon lead me onto my knees.. and my front end seemed to lifelessly collapse forward, as he slipped his swollen prick once more into my clenching tailhole, taking me from behind in a much more dominate manner.
Though I didn't care.. I welcomed his mating without question, my dream-wolf, sexing me strong and caring. My blood soon became like fire, this sensation which I had felt so many times alone, but never so hard and forceful, this feeling of climactic ecstasy. Alijha's hips slapped beneath my tail wetly, now lubed with shots of slick precum, and his paw still wrapped around my shaft, stroked and tugged.. I moaned out suddenly as I felt the pleasureful tickled sensation bubbling at the tip of my cock.. and soon it took over. I rigidly bucked back against my lover, the held back cum spraying from the tip of my sex-sore cock in a jet of orgasmic milk, The hot drops splashing against my stomach and over the bed-sheets, clumping my fur with it's wet, sticky juices. I collapsed forward once more, my insides rippling around Alijha's thrusting length.. my senses seemed heightened in my peak of submission, his hard maleness prodding at my prostate still, allowing me continuous feelings of pleasure. I soon heard my stud's voice call out to me as he neared his climax, a question of sorts.. "Oh.. Gods.. I'm gonna cum.. Sanguine.. ugh.." I splayed my ears back, smiling and panting back to him, bucking weakly once more.. "P.. Please.. Alijha.. fill me.. fill me to the brim with your hot seed.. oooh.." Speaking seemed to take much more out of me, and my exhaustion was ended as he pounded roughly beneath my tail. A moan of orgasm splashed an even better feeling inside of me, hot jets of My love's wolf-cum, filling me as I had asked, with such pleasure, unknown until now.
I felt a pit grow in my stomach, this feeling that could only reward me with another spray of pain-mixed pleasure and seed from my spent cock, the second orgasm tightening my seed-filled tunnel about the alpha's thickness.. each thrust causing him to tug at my insides. After another minute or so, Alijha laid down next to me, panting deeply, but still managing the time to kiss back at my loving licks.. the world around me seemed to disappear, and it was only us in the afterglow, my mind reeling with new hope.. and a feeling of release from my previous pains. That night, I fell asleep in my lover's arms, snuggled against his soft fur, and strong chest. Our content breathing seeming to be in unison, his heart pounding with my own. ::
:: I awoke the next morning in my own dorm room, had it been a dream..? I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes.. but then next to my pillow, I found a note.. with trembling fingers I reached over and took hold of the paper, opening it fearfully, and beginning to read. 'Dear Sanguine, last night was wonderful, I had to go out this morning for coffee.." I suddenly stopped, as a knock came to my door.. I smiled.. he hadn't left me.. and I leaped to my feet to greet my dream-wolf once again.
The End
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