The Thought That Counts 
By: ROT 

"“I still remember when you first tried to make my favorite kind of dessert. Cherry pie with a bit 
of vanilla ice cream to melt over the warm butter crust, ah! I’m making myself salivate. That is 
no way to present myself in front of you."” An older wolf, possibly in his 40s, dressed in a warm 
colored sweater, brought his arm up to clear the bit of clear drool that had formed at the tip of 
his snout. 

The scarf he wore around his neck lifted a bit, swept up by the brisk and cool wind that 
disturbed the brown and orange leaves. They crinkled and rolled across the green grass, some 
scrunching and cracking as our narrator leaned back and placed his paws on the cool ground. 

"“I’m sure you remember that day. I got home from work and you presented to me this black and 
charred thing in a pan. Ha! I can almost smell it now. Lucky thing you bought enough supplies 
for at least eight more. You really weren'’t good at baking sweetie. But you got a lesson that day 
I’m sure you never forgot.”" The older wolf closed his eyes and lost himself in the cooling breeze 
that ruffled his fur. 

He gasped suddenly as he felt a touch, then an arm wrap around his torso. A body pressed to 
his back made him shiver in subtle pleasure. The arm wrapped around his torso, stroked over 
the wool surface and comforted the man. 

"“Why would I forget that day, it was the first day we had sex James...”" A soft voice whispered 
into the brown, triangular ears. 

James ear perked, "“Of course you would go straight to the sex wouldn’'t you? That day was 
even more important then just that, it was the day you proposed to me Caleb.”" 

Caleb snickered behind James before dipping his paw down to rub James’s crotch, “"What 
happened after I presented your gift?” "

"“I taught you how to bake,"” James paused as he let out a soft gasp, "“I stood behind you...” "

James’s hips shifted as Caleb’s paws gripped through his jeans as his sheath filled, "“Yes. Then 
what?” "

Caleb’s breath caressed James’s neck as he spoke, paw undoing the top of James’s jeans. "“I 
held your hands in my own. Taught you how to measure the ingredients. Grinding my hard on 
against your rump as you began making the dough."” 

James began to blush slightly as he leaned onto Caleb’s chest. Those paws found their way 
under the denim and began to rub over the cotton outline of the mushroom head. Soon a small 
patch of dark dampness manifested on the outside of those boxers, which told Caleb he was doing a 
great job! Soon those fingers found their way to that hot flesh. They fished it out into the cold air, 
which made it throb and dribble a bead of pre-cum down between the pink glands. Caleb began 
to paw James at a constant pace as the wolf busily began to remember that day of baking. 

James panted and gasped, eyes filled with lust, "“I opened your tight fitting jeans, made tighter 
by your arousal. I slid them down over your perfect ass."” He flinched as Caleb played with the 
bit of skin under his glands, such a hot spot. 

"“I took off my own jeans and ground my hard shaft on your toned ass. I can still smell the 
cologne you wore when I sniffed your neck. A spicy musk and distinctly your own. My shaft was 
hard and dripping...like it is now. I wanted to fill you and accept you as my mate.” " 

Caleb’s paws began to play with James’s balls, "“You did didn’'t you?"” A slight nibble to the 
neck, "“You fucked me hard that night.” 

James’s cock gave a hard throb. More of his musky pre milked free from the flesh by that expert 
hand. 

"“Yes,"” he hissed, "“I smeared my pre on your bud just before pushing my cock into your ass. Oh 
how you whimpered so needfully. I whimpered right along with you. My hips moved on their own 
it felt like. Before I knew it, my hips where up against your ass. My hands wrapped around your 
body as I began to move my hips back and forth. Fucking you nice and slow for a bit as the air 
began to muddle together your cologne, your musky pre, and the scent of me mating you. Ugh, 
keep stroking me honey. That smell, that smell I love more then the scent of cherry pie.” "

James’s hips bucked off the warm ground, warmed by his aroused body. His shaft throbbed 
almost to the point of pleasurable pain. 

“"You milked my cock as I began to fuck harder and harder. My balls tapped at the back of 
your own...you made the cutest of yelps. It wasn’'t long as my pre collected outside of your 
hole, mmmf, before I came up your tight ass. I could feel my balls tighten within my sack, you 
always loved watching them do that. Nnggh, roll my balls in your paws...they are doing it now. 
I remember feeling you clench rhythmically, you practically squealed close to your orgasm. 
'Promise you'’ll never leave me,' you said. The shock of the question was enough to keep me 
from the edge just long enough to whisper into your ear, 'I’'ll never leave your side, ever.' I felt 
your body tense as you began to cum over the tiled counter top. The soft spatter of your cum on 
the island...the smells...the sight of your ears...gonna...breed...you...ughh!” 

James’s body tensed up as his cock began to spurt long ropes of cum out in front of him. The 
white streaks landed on the cool grass in front of him. His mouth open as he panted away. The 
powerful climax soon transitioned into a relaxing afterglow. Eyes still closed he pawed at his 
shaft a bit more. His brown digits coated in some of the weaker pulses of his creamy cum as 
he milked the last dribbles of the musky seed from his flesh. 

After a moment, his eyes slowly opened and looked down at his mess. Jeans open, underwear taught under his tight ball sack. His hazel eyes followed the streaks of cum from the tip of his shaft, over the dampened soil and 
grass, all the way up the slab of marble in front of him. His white cum streaked the smooth and 
polished surface just under his love’s name. 

"“That was quite a day wasn'’t it love? It must have been very special since I’'m still here with 
you."” James, leaned forward and crawled until his back was pressed against the cold surface 
of the personal memorial of his love. 

"“And to think, this all started with a homemade pie,”" Jame’s head rocked back as he looked at 
the clouds lazily drift by, face filled with longing. 

"“I'’m right by your side Caleb, my love, forever.”" A hard gust of wind blew and brought with it a 
swirl of leaves. 

For a moment, James thought he could see a figure within the flying, dead, and dried leaves 
from the trees that speckled the cemetery. But as the wind died down, the leaves settled back onto the soft ground. But 
leaves wasn’'t the only thing to lay at rest. A piece of paper landed in James’s lap, he picked 
it up while he began to zip himself back up.

"“I know you will never leave mine either. Thanks for the coupon for a free slice of cherry pie...” "