Lost In My Mind
Conner stared blankly at the laptop before him. It's wasn't uncommon for him to check his e-mails while he did his work from home, he let the students to e-mail him their homework anytime the day it was due, but today was drastically different. Sitting in the inbox was an e-mail from the Armed Forces. Addressed as To Mr. Tenen, the otter knew that is had nothing to deal with his family but his with husband Jeff. The otter's heart raced as he continued to look at the message and thought of the passionate dingo that owned his love for the past six years. Tears started to worm in the corners of his eyes the more his mind began to wander as the mouse hovered of the e-mail that troubled him. Shaking his head quickly Conner jumped out of his chair and escaped to where the computer was no longer in his view. "I just can't look at it," he murmured out loud as he placed his paws against the bedroom window and leaned his head on them. "There are just too many stories about being in this situation."
His thin, brown paws already started to twitch, already to get back to checking the school work. By his bed, Conner pulled his binder, full of his student's work due that day, out of his carry bag. When he first moved in with Jeff, he was reluctant to get a job as a teacher in the town due to the lower education levels. The otter immediately began to regret the uncertainty of his choice as the first year passed. Since taking the job he had meet several youth who showed promise and interest in education. One student that particularly impressed the otter was Jeff's cousin Danni. Whenever the she-dingo finished her work in class the two of them would chat about any news that the two had heard about Jeff or the war. While it was nice having someone to talk with who knew what he was exactly going through, Danni's appearance came off a ghost of Jeff, the two dingo's fur patterns were exact replicas of each other and it pained the otter to see her in class.
Finally coming up to Danni's paper, Conner whined in annoyance and tossed the remaining papers onto his night stand, still unable to keep his lover off his mind. Looking back out the window, Conner smiled, not seeing a single cloud in sight. Quickly, the otter revamped his look to be more jogging appropriate, before heading outside for a run. Wanting to avoid anything that could trigger any memories, the troubled man headed in a new direction.
Some thirty minutes passed before Conner retired to his house, covered in his sweat. Not once during the jog did his mind get assaulted with any tear-jerking thoughts. Finally back inside of his room, the otter stripped out of his drenched clothing and lounged over his bed. Conner stretched his arms out softly and murred as one of his paws brushed gently along the sided of his semi-hard cock. Long time no see old friend. He mentally chuckled as he looked down and started to rub his thickening cock. Grabbing the bottle of lube from his mate dresser, Conner gently coated his length in the cool liquid. The otter started to moan and stroke his cock faster as he reached down with his other dark brown paw and squeezed his heavy balls softly. His moans grew louder as he massaged the tip of his cock eagerly with two of his fingers. As he pleasured his crotch, he had his flexible tail slowly rubbed up against his tailhole and the underside of his balls. Conner whined out and squeezed his balls rougher as he felt himself get closer to his peak, his paws helping him reach it by pumping his meat in longer and sensual strokes.
The otter cried out and leaned his head back as his otter seed shot out, spraying over his chest. He laid there, panting in ecstasy, slowly milking out any remaining cum. He briefly questioned whether to take a shower, but the comfort of the bed proved to be far too much. Pulling one of the pillows over to rest his head on, the otter flicked ears softly and closed his eyes. Not before too long, dreams started to fill his mind.
While they started out calm and sweet, Conner's dreams soon took for a chilling and dark tone and his body tossed accordingly. Every fear that the otter had for his mate, started to pour out and disturb Conner's mind once again with the heartbreaking worries he had since Jeff joined the military. His subconscious watched in horror as his partner died over and over again in different ways right before him. With each passing death, Conner prayed to wake up, for anything to rid his mind of the unspeakable torture.
The otter's subconscious placed his paws over his ears, hoping to silence the sickening cries of pain and anguish, but the horrific sounds still ringed out loud within the dream world. He whimpered out as he watched his husband crawl towards him, bleeding out through uncountable bullet wounds over various parts of his body. Conner's eyes went wide got transfixed on the ghostly body in shock and fear as it opened its mouth and cried out his name, "Conner!"
The otter shot up in his bed, sweat dripping down from his hot face. He stared blankly at the worried face before him, the same from his dream, but almost the way it should have been. "Jeff," he whimpered, fighting back tears, as his paws reached our for the dingo's face. "Is that really you?"
The dingo's paws flew over Conner's shoulders and pulled him into a sweet and loving embrace. "Yes Hun, I am actually hear," Jeff said slowly planting a kiss on his mate's shocked muzzle. The dingo chuckled as he felt the otter's cum-coated chest press up against his military uniform. "I hope you didn't miss me too much."
The otter continued to stare up at what was clearly his mate, not so much face, but where one of his ears used to rest. "What happened?" Conner asked softly, raising his paw close to the newly flat part of Jeff's head.
Jeff sighed and reached up, before moving Conner's paws into his own. "I knew from the moment they sent you that e-mail that you would be too worried to read it," the dingo smiled softly and kissed the otter's paws softly. "I guess in a nutshell it got shot off," He said to his worried lover, whose mouth was now hanging wide open and eyes were filled with shock and concern. The otter pulled himself back into his lover's arms and held him close as his paws stayed entwined with his mate's paws. Conner when to open his mouth, but Jeff placed his nose softly against the otter's and spoke the words that Conner wanted to hear. "Yes shug, I am here to stay. And you aren't going to spend another day alone," The dingo murmured as he laid down, holding the otter to his chest protectively.