1:58 AM
#1 of Other
***Okay, so here is my first story on sofurry, and my first part of Project 100! Only 99 more to go! Please read and comment. I appreciate all fluffy compliments as well as harsh criticism as long as it is helpful! Enjoy! --BBS***
I laid there in my bed staring up at the ceiling. The flashing streetlight outside provided a faint glow through the window, combining with the greenish hue from my alarm clock, displaying the time; nearly a quarter to two in the morning. It was completely silent throughout the room, as it had been for about the past two hours.
My insomnia has been ruining my life. It's been nearly three weeks since I had a full night's sleep and I can barely make it through the day. I rolled over onto my right side and pushed my covers down to my hips, leaving my black and orange fur exposed to the cool air circulating through the room. Its times like these when I yearned for the warm arms I knew so well to wrap around me and pull me into an unconscious slumber. Of course, Riley was probably sleeping right now, leaving me left to lust for the sound of his voice, though there was that small chance he might still be awake. I was tempted to grab my phone and dial his number, knowing all too well that he had probably left it in his pants pocket when he stripped down for bed, like he usually did, and would never get my call. I turned over onto my other side, pulling my blanket back up to my neck, repeating the pattern of warmth and cold that had started at midnight.
Riley and I had been dating for almost four months now, though I still haven't come out to my parents about me being gay yet. I wonder what they would say, knowing that it would stray from the pure, innocent, catholic image that they had of me. I chuckled slightly thinking of how someone like me, a sex-crazed atheist, would come out to people like them... "Hey mom, dad, guess what. I like to suck dick, especially my boyfriend, Riley's, nice meaty wolf cock. But don't worry; this is only just a phase I'm going through. I'm sure it'll pass!"
I turned over onto my stomach, resting my head on my arms and staring over to my nightstand, where my phone sat charging. Even in this darkness I could make out its rounded-rectangular shape. I shuffled over to the side of my bed, letting my arm fall off the edge, and leaving my phone within reach. After five minutes of staring at the black hunk of plastic, I snatched it up and slid it open, the bright lights blinding me immediately. I held down number one and let speed dial do the rest. Within moments it started ringing and remained ringing for about a minute until I just about gave up hope and hung up.
Riley was attending Carnegie Mellon Institute in Pittsburgh, far from our small apartment in Philadelphia. He would make his way home nearly every month, where he would stay for a few days then head back to school. It was November now and he should be home soon (he would never miss a Thanksgiving), it's just that he hadn't been home during September or October, both due to the excess work he was getting. I just trust him to be loyal to me, like I am to him.
I laid the phone back on my nightstand and sat up in bed, ready to wander around my empty, lonely apartment. I swung my legs across my bed and onto the floor as I pushed myself up and onto my feet with an exhausted grunt. I made the small walk across the room to the door when I heard the sound of music behind me, making my ears twitch slightly. I spun around, sprinted to my bed and jumped onto it, bouncing up and down as I struggled to grab my phone. I clicked the enter button just as the second ring was starting.
"Hello?" I asked, already widely aware of whom it was.
A surprisingly lively voice answered back. "Hey babe, shouldn't you be sleeping?" he asked in a mocking tone.
"Yea but you know the deal. The better question is shouldn't YOU be sleeping"
"Actually, I was planned to stay up all night to finish a term paper but it went quicker than I expected. I just finished it but wasn't quick enough to get to the phone."
"Oh that's great! Now I have someone to talk to." My tail started to wag slightly, mimicking the happy smile on my face
"Yea, but what about, babe?"
I paused as a devilish idea popped into my head. "Well, Riley, you sound pretty stressed out. Your voice seems so rigid and tense. I just hope there's some way that you could relieve yourself of all this pressure. Some sort of physical release, maybe?"
I could picture the smile forming on his face. "Oh, well, in that case, why don't you start by telling how much you miss me. I want to hear the umm... longing in your voice. I want to hear my sexy, little fox talking. "
I slowly began sliding my boxers down my legs as I laid down on my bed. I grabbed my hardening member and slowly started to stroke it. "Oh my body aches for your touch. I want to feel your smooth hands running across my chest and down my thighs. I want your hot, moist tongue across my neck and along my back. I want your soft, smooth fur rubbing against mine."
"Oh, just what I want to hear. Keep going baby...You've got me so hard right now..."
"Well," I started, my fingers wandering up to my lips, mouth engulfing them. "I miss your deep, sexy voice and your sexy grunts and moans when were together. And I miss your chest and abs... and how they feel rubbing against me.... And I miss your strong, muscled arms wrapping around my body..." My wet fingers wandered down my chest, slipping over my nipples and down my stomach. They found their way to my tight fox hole and started to prod inside. I couldn't help but picture Riley there with me, his naked body hovering over mine and his thick member pushing at my entrance. "But do you know what I miss most?" I started pumping myself a little faster, thrusting my hips into my hand.
"Say it.... Damn it, say it already..."
"I miss the touch of your thick... hard... cock." There was a loud moan on the other side of the phone, giving me chills just hearing it. "And I miss feeling your hot, sticky cum all over my body.... And I especially can't wait for you to come home, lay me on the bed, and start thrusting into me. I want to feel all nine inches of your hard wolf dick pounding at my ass." I centered three fingers at my entrance, slowly pushing them inside before slamming them in as far as they could go, then quickly removing them before repeating the process, in sync with my right hand at my cock. I let loose a passionate moan into the phone, masking his heavy breathing coming through the receiver.
"Mmmm... Erik, I want you to say my name... Do that for me."
"Oooo Riley...I want you so badly...."
His breathing picked up and I could hear how much he was enjoying this. I could tell he was close. I was too. "Aah...S-say it again..."
"Fuck Riley.....Fuck me hard..."
"Shit babe.... one more time.... one more when you come.... come for me...."
I tried not to let loose and climax, trying to stay on that moment of ecstasy, but after hearing the way he was speaking I couldn't help myself. Electricity ran through my body as my release came, pleasure coming with each pulse. "Aahhh Shit!... Riillleyy.....fuck...."
He came too, shouting his rapture into the receiver. "Damn it! Aaahhhh...."
I laid there on my bed again, staring at my ceiling. The only thing that was different than fifteen minutes ago was the large amount of cum that landed on my stomach, chest and hand, along with the lone pair of boxers on the floor and the bright cell phone on my pillow. It took me a minute to come back to reality, nearly falling asleep in my absence. I picked up my phone, listening to the panting on the other side before letting out a small chuckle. He heard this and picked up the phone, "Babe, I miss you too."
"Oh, shut up," I laughed, knowing all too well that this was one thing I loved about him: his ability to make me laugh, no matter how far away he was. I laid there for another moment, just listening to the sound of him breathing, not another word said.
He startled me when he broke the silence. "Should I send it now or later?"
I couldn't help but smile when I heard this. It was a tradition he had started that I found very sexy and kind of cute. Every time he would jerk off, he would send me a picture of the aftermath, just to make me know that all he was doing was thinking of me. It was touching really, especially when I would be at work in my cubicle and get a nice, hot video of him moaning my name that made me want to touch myself too. "You can send it now, babe, and maybe I'll send one, in the morning, so that you know I was dreaming of you. Call it a new tradition."
"I love you Erik."
"I love you too, Riley. Come home soon. I miss you."
"Miss you too, baby. I'll be home as soon as I can. You'll see me within the week for Thanksgiving, I promise. But now I've got to get to bed, I have exams in the morning that I can't miss. Good night."
"Alright babe, you get some rest. Night." I closed the phone and laid it on my pillow next to me. Within a minute it was ringing again with a new picture message. I set the phone back down on the nightstand, leaving the picture for the morning and some sexy, morning wood material. Giving the clock one last glance, I drifted off to sleep. 1:58 AM.