My Trusted Friends
#20 of Commissions by Gruffy
This is a commission to FriskeCrisps
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"Oh, damn, I'm gonna be late!" Crisp yelped as he glanced at the clock on the corner of the computer screen.
"Shit!" the wolf pulled his earphones off and quickly put the computer to sleep, realizing that he only had fifteen minutes to get to the university, a trip that usually took at least that on a leisurely pace, and he liked things leisurely...heh...well, he'd only grab his bag...there, and then just slip on and...
"What?" the wolf's tail swished about as he looked at the small shelf by the door and realized that his shoes weren't there. Damn! He'd been breaking in a pair of new green sneakers and he'd always religiously placed them to his usual storage spot for the night...but they weren't there!
"Damn..." he hopped from one footpaw to another while he checked under the shelf and then even on top of the other shelf that held his caps and bandages and sweatbands...but no, he hadn't put them there, either. The bathroom? A quick glance told him otherwise, and made the wolf frown.
"Shit..."
He knew that seconds were ticking and soon would turn into minutes, and barging late to class would not give a very good impression...he'd already been late twice...this could make the professor very pissed off indeed...so where...the wolf scrambled through the living room and even looked under the kitchen table, but no...his sneakers weren't there.
"Oh maaan..."
There was only one place, really...the bedroom...yes, Crisp smiled, he might've taken them off there...he did like to wander around in them, feeling up the new shoes, how nice they were, especially with his favorite socks he had on even now, purple, turquoise and green and hugging his toes so nice and snuggly. The wolf headed into his comfortable abode, complete with the messy bed and the wardrobe, but...nothing on the floor, besides the odd sock and a pair of boxers...no...nothing...
"Where are they?" the wolf yelped to himself, really not wanting to miss up on the lecture...he could already imagine the disapproving looks...
...until he noticed what could only be the end of a white shoelace, sticking out from under the bed.
"YES!" the wolf celebrated as he quickly scooted down and grabbed blindly under the bed to get the shoes out and he might still have a chance...he would have to run, probably...
His joy was brief. It wasn't the new shoes, not a chance, but the red pair he kept under the bed, his favorite ones, worn and musky, red and white, and...and...somewhat discolored from all the fun he'd had with them over the years...the musk grew stronger even as he pulled them out from under the bed and dangled one example by the strings. The sight of his favorite pawwear, let alone the deep, sexy scent were enough to cause a tightening in his athletic shorts...yes...under any other conditions...but now...damn...shit...
...he just...but he couldn't...could he...they were perfectly good but...but...what if others...
He knew he was late. He just knew he would be late and he'd have to make groveling apologies or face the consequences...damn it...
"Maybe it'll be alright," he thought, tail tapping the floor as he counted the seconds towards impeding doom...just maybe...maybe it wouldn't be so bad...he could be...discrete, couldn't he?
The clock was making the decision for him, there just wasn't time to wait, he couldn't go barepaws, either, he just...he had no choice but to sit down on the bed and push his feet into his favorite sneakers, tie the slightly crusty laces and...damn, they did feel nice...they always did...so familiar and just...perfect...and they were so pretty, too...
But he was late, and he had to run, and he did, too, tail flailing about as he kicked his body to the max and managed to race all the way to the classroom on campus with seconds to spare, and it took him a few minutes to catch his breath, and a couple of jabbing remarks from peers and the professor, but he made it, and he was ready.
It was hell.
His paws were all sweaty from the sudden run, and he could feel the sticky fabric of his socks between his toes, having absorbed the sweat and now clinging to it...and the very knowledge that even now his soles were hugged by the same walls of fabric that so often had squeezed down on another part of his body, so ready and loaded and needing...in the safety of his bedroom...
...he heard furs joking about permaboners, but today, Crisp had to make sure that he was walking with his bag in front of his lap as he slowly made his way from one lecture to lecture, and then to shopping, and even to the laundry, because he simply had to get it all done or not get it done today, and he didn't want to wait any further...and he might've even lost the shoes there, for all he knew...stranger things had happened...but it was another dead end.
By the time Crisp finally collapsed through his front door, he couldn't take it any more. He just had to...had to do what he always did, and quickly, before his balls would burst, or so they felt, definitely 'blue' after a whole day of suddenly enforced chastity on the randy wolf. He barely took the time to drop his bag and turn on the lights in the bedroom before he was already on the bed, sprawled, sweaty and with his tongue lolling out of his muzzle. The bed was cozy, the room was nice and familiar-smelling, and his toes were wriggling almost unconsciously, as he finally leaned over to untie his sneakers.
"Come here..." Crisp muttered to himself as he released one musky footpaw, then another, and sighed happily as the pressure subsided. That didn't mean he was any less aroused, no, by all means, he was ready to burst...and he rumbled out his happiness when he pressed his muzzle into the opening of his left shoe and inhaled the musk.
Good God...it seemed even stronger than usual, such a deep mixture of paws, sweat and dried cum...it was almost too good to be true, to inhale that aroma of his own making...yes...he leaned back on the bed, head propped on a pillow, and breathed through his makeshift muzzle, to let himself be immersed and float into a haze of pleasure...his one free paw slipping below to give himself a cursory grope before he pulled himself out of his shorts and then, going blind, like he often did, slipped his dripping member within the shoe.
It was still warm, so very warm after wearing the sneakers all day, and the heat and the slickness of his sweat were wonderful. The hot sleeve, the feel of the soft fabric and even the brush of the laces against his wrist, it became a perfect litany of pleasures as he began to stroke and thrust simultaneously, letting the hot, musky, dirty interior pleasure his aching shaft. All the time his eyes were closed and he breathed his own funk, warn and heady. He'd kissed so many footpaws and stole a sniff of countless shoes in his life, but nothing had quite compared to this pleasure yet...not even stealing someone's shoes and enjoying them, no, this was just...this was better...
He moaned deeply as he shoved his knot into the opening, sure that he wouldn't last very long now, not when he was stroking so quickly...when the funk was extra strong tonight...no, after hours of waiting, he wouldn't even try to make it last longer...yes...his tail was batting the bed now as his body arched...his hips bucking up, his paw closing to provide a tighter tunnel...God...
The searing pleasure coursing through him was almost too much of a good thing, and his head felt light and heady even minutes after he'd "tied" with his sneaker and just laid there lazily, taking the occasional whiff from his trusty left sneaker, otherwise just sitting there, easily letting himself doze away...sated for now...until he knew he'd have to move just enough to do what he always did, to complete the pleasure. Crisp was smiling broadly when he reluctantly removed the sneakers from his furson and slipped them on again, leaving the ties open, since he wasn't going anywhere now that he was going to have that long-awaited nap...his toes wriggling in the warm mess he had made within and gently promising further pleasures...and even deeper musk within the confines of his best friend.
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What was the time exactly?
"FUCK!"
Sunlight...that was no good...NO GOOD!
Crisp struggled out of the bed and almost fell on his untied shoes, rambled through the bedroom and the living room, and grabbed his phone from his bag to check the time...it was almost ten...he was nearly an hour late from his morning lecture...
"FUCK!" the wolf yelped.
He had a panicky look as he grabbed his phone, his bag, the door and then his eyes dropped down to his feet, which were still covered by his pretty red shoes, the laces still open, and as the realization dawned on him....
...he couldn't do anything but laugh.
"Guess you won't take a no for an answer," Crisp mused to himself as he leaned down to tie the laces, slowly and lovingly, because why should he hurry, if the damage was already done?