Spooning with a fat bear
#12 of Short Stories
I wash my fur after the long workout. My grey fur wreaks of my sweat. I'm so ready to just go home and take a nap.
The locker room is large; white tiles cover the whole room from floors to the ceiling. I'm usually alone. But sometimes, a cute polar bear named Ted comes in while I'm in here to freshen up just like me. I wonder if he's into wolves like me?
I hear the door open and close. In a minute, Ted walks into the shower room, towel around his waist; his cute, chubby waist. I smile at him and when I glance over again, he smiles too. I blush and look away. I turn the nozzle off and the water stops. When I turn around, Ted's smiling right at me.
"Hi." He says. Oh My god, he's got a beautiful voice!
"Hey." I say.
"Your name's Caleb, right?"
"Yes." I blush and look away.
"Can I tell you something?"
"What?"
"You're very cute." I blush deeper when he says that. I've barely ever been called cute before, let alone by another guy.
"Thanks. But, I think you're cuter."
"Oh really now?" He slowly walks over to me. Ted reaches out and caresses my arm. I rub his chubby belly. "Tell me, have you ever been spooned by a fat guy before?"
"No. Can't say that I have." Ted wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.
"Let's fix that." Ted kisses me. Surprised, I kiss back, rubbing his chest. Keeping our muzzles locked, he gets us on our knees and we slowly lie down on the ground still in each other's embrace.
When the kissing breaks, I say, "wow! You're a very good kisser."
"Thanks. You're good too." Ted says.
"Oh stop, you're making me blush."
"Ever want to spoon a fat guy?" He asks.
"Uhh... Secretly, I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
"Me too." He kisses me again, his tongue only meeting mine slightly.
"Here, I'll be big spoon." Ted says.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Trust me, little spoon is great." I smile again and turn around facing the other way; towards the door. His wraps his paws around me and spoons me. He's right, this feels nice. His big warm belly pressed against my back, his big bear paws rubbing my stomach, the embarrassing murrs he drives out of me.
The door to the locker room opens and closes. Some jock foxes enter the room. The second they spot us, they point and snicker. "Hey look, seems Caleb has found himself a boyfriend." One fox says.
"They're laughing at me." I whisper then pin my ears down.
"It's ok," Ted says, "Let them. I'll take good care of ya." He kisses the back of my head and pulls me in tighter, squishing me against his fat gut. I start to drift off think about how much time me and Ted will spend together after this.