Gone Shopping
#21 of Commissions by Gruffy
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This was just going to be one of those days, Crisp knew the moment he opened his eyes, yawned, and saw the bulge on the covers thrown over his lean lupine body. He snuffled a little at the morning condition - nothing he thought much about, unlike so many men he'd heard joking about it, in the locker room back in high school, and before that, even. Just rubbing it didn't do much him, at least not when he was feeling like this...like something was missing...
He got out of the bed, yawning and scratching his footpaws on the fluffy carpet, and liked how it felt. He liked the softness on his pads, the kind of a tickling sensation that made him feel just nice, all the way up his legs and under his tail, even. He scratched his butt on his way to the toilet to do his morning business, trying to get it done with a boner, which was somewhat messy but manageable, he thought, washing his paws afterwards.
He wandered to the kitchen in the buff and cringed his nosepad when he opened the fridge door - something had definitely gone off there, and it stank...and there was nothing much in there anyway, only a mostly empty carton of milk and the source of the stink, which was a spoiled chicken salad from a couple of days ago.
"Guess I'll need to go shopping," the wolf thought, rubbing his muzzle, as he contemplated the chance of eating dry cereal. That wouldn't do. He wanted to fill his tummy, and that'd mean a run to the corner store.
The wolf returned to his bedroom, his persistent erection bobbing in front of him even as he pulled open the drawer to take out some boxers and a fresh T-shirt from the drawer. Opening it gave him a stop...the same one contained some of his other clothes, the kind of he wore for fun, rather than practicality, and seeing them there...and his erection, and seeing those silk briefs and how nice his erection felt inside them, even if he wouldn't really play with it...Crisp was blushing even as he reached for those boxers...and stopped.
Well it wouldn't harm., he thought....he could...start the day properly by...playing...a little, and it wouldn't really be...it'd be alright, wouldn't it be? Nobody would have to know what he'd be doing...he'd be just shopping, and nobody would see the blush on his cheeks through his furs, the one he got even from thinking about it. His erection seemed to agree...and so did his toes...they were kinda tingling, from the rug, and they definitely knew that something was missing, too...
"Well alright," Crisp mused to himself as he pushed the top drawer shut and opened the second one, the one where he kept other more...interesting articles of clothing, including his striped socks and stocking and best of all, a whole box of official Converse shoelaces, spares for his many pairs, and useful for many other things, too.
Crisp stroked the string through his fingers, enjoying how it felt there, before smelling it, bunching it into his palm and taking a good sniff, rumbling happily at the scent and the feel of it on his nose, too. It felt so nice...and would be even better, too, once he'd get it wrapped around himself.
It was kind of like one of those origami things, he thought playfully, crisscrossing the lace around his balls, sheath and his shaft, creating and intricate, snug pattern before he tied it all up with a nice, smiley bow. The lace dug against the firm meat of his erection and felt good, extra good, in fact, the blushing wolf thought, as he pulled a pair of red silk briefs from the drawer and slipped them on. There was no lace on them, nothing too femmy for his mind, just, a deep red, and a silky fabric that hugged his but and made his balls tingle once they were nestled within.
"Hmmmm..."
Big, white athletic shorts came on next, the ones he usually wore, the ones from yesterday still more than fine, and he smiled a little as the elastic snapped around his waist. He was tempted to put on a top and slip a T-shirt over it, but he thought that'd be a little too much...maybe next time...the striped socks ought to do, red and green and a nice, deep turquoise on the soles, the kinds that had little toes on them for his own to slip into...they felt so slug and funny, they made him throb even harder in his confined state, even before he pulled out...
...his favorite red Converse high tops.
The stroke of the fabric against his toes was like kissing an old friend, the way he saw some furs do, and the loving act of lacing them carefully, complete with pretty little bows, took him the better part of five minutes of gently poking the laces through the hoops and holes and making sure he pulled them tight properly on each pass. This meticulous work left him feeling nice and relaxed, if blushing, and throbbing inside the cage of the red silk that made him so...nice in a way that was hard to describe. Not quite like the high tops, but it was still nice.
He tugged on a T-shirt and then admired himself in the mirror for a moment, neat, athletic clothes covering the layer against his furs that made him feel so good, and the red shoes, spotless and lovely, smiling to him, and snugly hugging his ankles when he took a couple of experimental steps.
"I guess I'm ready," he mused, "now, the shopping list."
It was sunny outside, and the warmth on his furs was nice as he slowly walked along the pavement, quietly enjoying each squeak of the soles on the hard rock, how the string around his balls tugged with each step, and how the silk stroked upon his bare skin, making him pulse. He passed many furs, going about their business with no knowledge at all that the respectacble-looking wolf was entangled in his own little private game, enjoying his secret pleasures in public and fighting the urge to touch himself, adjust his groin, whatever. Wearing those seductive shoes wasn't a good idea when going out in public, the wolf knew, but the temptation was too much to resist...whenever he was going out and trying to decide what to put on, the red Converses would nag on the back of his mind until he couldn't do anything but put them on and enjoy the gentle squeeze that entailed.
Each step brought pleasure, little strokes that penetrated into his private little world. Wearing his favorite shoes was a little bit of heaven in this world, his very private one, not one to be shared lightly. Maybe one day he would...but before that, he had his shoes, snug and comfortable and reliable, sure to bring him what he needed, even if they were such a tease.
His face was furiously hot by the time he got into the store, grabbed a basket, and walked slowly along the aisles, trying to choose what he needed and not to buy any sugary treats. What'd it be if he couldn't fit into his shoes anymore...they'd be abandoned on their box, perhaps, and couldn't be enjoyed for what they were...
"We won't need any of that, too..." he muttered to himself as they passed the shelves offering cleaning supplies, and he noticed a bottle of shoe odor eater spray. "No, no, no..."
He'd never do that, not to take the musk away he often breathed like a pleasant fragrance, straight from the source, while enjoying the rare times when he would touch himself. It felt so much better usually to just wriggle his toes and enjoy the pulsing in his member, and the erotic ideas that filed his mind, of the many things that he was just too embarrassed of doing in public, but the ideas of which tempted him every day, every moment, whenever he'd step out of his apartment, usually with his shiny red Converses enclosing his paws.
"Hmmm...oranges...apples...and what else..." Crisp mused on the fruit shelf...
Hmm...yes...and a banana...he could do a lot with a banana, some things that one really shouldn't do, but...it'd maybe feel good to do such...if only...if perhaps...maybe...maybe if he was a good boy...if he'd brush and clean his shoes, then maybe he could...but being a virgin, he wasn't sure such a thing was appropriate...and he'd never be brave enough to go to a sex store...he'd rather go to a shoe store to look at all the pretty shoes and wonder how they'd feel on him, how nice...how nice it could be...
He bumped onto a big bear wearing saggy jeans and really dirty sneakers, and blushed deeply when the bear asked him what the fuck he was staring at him.
"Uhhh...nothing..."
"What a whack..." the bear waddled away, leaving Crisp to stare at the bulging sneakers.