The Bus Stop
The Bus stop . . .
By Neptune Wolf
I looked at the black and white clock on the wall behind me, my gray and white fur blowing in the wind from the fan behind me. We had five more minutes until the last bell of the day rings. My chemistry teacher, ms. Barri, stands in front of the class, the lesson on quantum mechanics is finished and she let us work on our homework. I am far too tired to do the hard homework; I'm ready to go. My friend sitting next to me felt the same. His pointy ears perked up when he looked at the clock. We both sat in the very last row of seats because we were arranged in alphabetical order, which was good because we were the closest to the door. We both started packing our book bags. Tyrone, my friend next to me, pulled out his brush and started combing his beautiful fur. That German Shepard always looked nice.
The bell rang and we ran out of the chemistry lab. On the way out I said my goodbye quickly because the bus would be coming soon. We went our separate ways and I ran down the 4 flights of stairs down to the first floor. I was almost out of the school before I realized I left my instrument in the band room. I turned around against the crowded hallway and turned down the hallway next to the stairs I had just gone down. The music department was straight ahead. I entered the band room and picked up my euphonium. There were several people from marching band in the music department. They had to stay until 6- o- clock everyday. I quit marching band because of that.
My name is Davidoff Redd, and see; I'm a shy Siberian Husky. Not too many people know me in Cass High, but the ones that do know me know that I don't talk much. Everyday I catch the bus home because I live 18 miles from the school and have no chance of getting a car in the near future. Yeah, there are closer schools in the city but Cass is the best. It's also one of the oldest at 120 years old and it has 8 floors making it the largest public school in the city. They have already started making a new Cass next to the old one and tearing down the old one in a few years from now. I have been sort of a loner all of my life, for as far back as I can remember. My best friends were my brothers, who were 8 years older than me, and their friends. When they moved out two years ago, I was always alone. I still visit them every now and then but it's not the same as when we were all living in the same house.
I joined the concert band and marching band when I was in the ninth grade. I moved up to symphonic band last year, but I quit marching band. Now I'm in the 11th grade and sitting second chair to this big dog named Andre Way. He's the low brass section leader, as in he was head of everyone who played the euphonium, baritone horn, tuba, trombone, and sousaphone; in marching band, concert band, jazz ensemble, and symphonic band (the top band in the city). Andre was your everyday music prodigy. I could never catch up to his level, even though we were paired together in 9th grade band camp. I waved hi to him as I passed him in the band room.
I took my heavy euphonium case out of the band room and walked to the bus stop, which was about 4 blocks away. When I got there, it was somewhat crowded. I walked over to my friend Jonathan, a Chocolate Lab, and asked why it was so crowded. He said that the first bus passed up the bus stop because some stupid ninth grader threw a bottle at it yesterday. Jonathan was like my best friend. I've known him since I was in the ninth grade. We always caught the same bus together. He always wore a camouflaged army jacket and carried a thick Bible along with his AP chemistry book. Jonathan was a very good guy. He went to church every Sunday and Wednesday. He was a very calm person no matter what the situation and his girlfriend was just like him. Her name was Jasmine, another Chocolate Lab. They would sit in the front of the bus together and Jonathan would whisper sweet nothings into her ear. I sat my case down and stood next to him and his girlfriend against the chain-linked fence behind us.
Today there were some new faces at the bus stop, no one I knew but one caught my eye. There was a tall white and white Pointer. He had on a gray jacket and some black jeans. He must have been a ninth grader. I looked at him with his friends standing over by the corner. He was acting goofy, drinking his bottle of cranberry juice. When he was done with it he threw the glass bottle into the street at the traffic. About five cars dodged it, including the bus. We were passed up again because of another stupid ninth grader. Everyone looked at him, including me, Jonathan and Jasmine. "Stupid freshman!" someone yelled. "Now we have to wait another hour for the next bus!" Jasmine said to the Pointer. Jonathan just held her hand and said, "It'll be all right. Everything happens for a reason."
We waited and waited. The next bus finally came. We made sure that the ninth grade Pointer shut his big mouth. We all got on the bus, the Pointer pushed back to the end of the line. It was 4pm. School let out at 3pm. It was a 45- minute ride home for me. Jonathan was closer to the school, he and Jasmine got out about 2 miles before me. I didn't know were the freshman got off, and didn't care.
The next day at the bus stop, I left out early and I left my instrument at school, so I was the first one there. Then he came. The pointer. For some reason I couldn't stop looking at him. His cocaine white fur with the two light brown spots, his floppy ears, his erect tail, his toned body, those hazel colored contacts all captivated me. I stared at him for about 3 minutes straight. He was looking straight ahead at the traffic in front of us. More people started to come to the bus stop so I snapped out of it and pulled a book out of my book bag, Walter Mosley's "Blue Light". I pretended to read the book until Jonathan and his girlfriend came along. The bus came on time today at 3:15. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I sat behind him on the bus. I could smell his coat. It smelled like Cool Water cologne. I didn't know what to do. I just pulled out my book and continued to pretend to read, but I was taking glances up at the boy every now and then. I saw him get off the bus. He lived several miles from me down this street named Orange Drive. It was were people with a lot of money lived. "Was he rich?" I thought to myself. My heart almost sank as I saw him get off the bus and I never asked his name.
Was I falling for this guy? I never felt this way about a person in all of my 17 years. I wanted him bad, but I didn't know what I would say to him. It would be kind of weird for me to go up to this guy and asked him out on a date in front of a group of high school kids. And it would be awkward for me to go up to him and ask if he was gay. I felt that he was unapproachable.
Everyday I just stared at him like a car accident. Waiting to see if he ever noticed me, or even knew that I existed. I was too shy to walk up to him and have small talk. It was rare for an upperclassman to be friends with freshmen, unless you knew the freshman before then like he lived on your block or in the same clubs as you. We never talked and I never asked any of my friends about him.
One day, I got to the bust stop early and he was there. We were all alone. I was very nervous. I thought to myself "This is going to be the day." I moved closer to him until we were about five feet apart. He only looked at me once and only for a second. He was so sexy, just being around him made me yiffy. I closed my eyes and imagined us together in my room, me, caressing his chest and kissing his face. He would grab me by my dark red dog collar and push me to the ground as he took off his light blue dress shirt and dress pants. I would take mine off too and move to my knees and lick at his full balls. He would run his fingers through my long silver fur and caress my erect ears. His cock would get harder and come out of his sheath. My long, rough tongue going the entire length of his 8-inch cock all the way to the tip where a drop of pre-cum would be waiting for me. I never sucked a dick before, or even had sex but I would watch yiff movies online so I had some idea of a technique. I swallowed his entire cock like a Popsicle and move my head back and fourth while the Pointer would moan and sometimes howl in pleasure. I did this for several minutes, savoring the feel of his fingers through my fur, his moans of pleasure, the strong taste of his cock and pre cum. I reached down to my own cock and started jacking off furiously. His knot had started to form. I would run my tongue up and down his cock, from the tip of the head, which was dripping with pre; down to his full, furry balls and his ass, then put his entire dick into my mouth down to the knot.
His body tensed up and I tasted the first flood of semen rush across my tongue. I took my mouth off of his dick and I swallowed every drop but he just kept spraying rope after rope of cum across my face. At that same time, I came all over my paw, cum was being sprayed across my pay and onto the ground. My face fur and paws were dripping with his cum. I ran my right paw up and down his shaft, making sure I had every drop. I smiled like a maniac as he got down on his knees and kissed me and licked my face. I was in heaven, but I was also dreaming. I was rock hard when I snapped back to reality. We were still alone at the bus stop. He paid no attention to me. I should have asked him out. I should have made small talk and asked his name. I should have said "Hi. My names Davidoff, and I've can't stop thinking about you." . . . or something, but I didn't.
The normal crowd of people came to the bus stop and the ninth grade Pointer was lost to me. It was the last day of school. I would never see him again until next year. The bus pulled up a little early. We all got on. And after that, I never saw him again. He will always be remembered as the Love I never met.