Puppy Love – Part Two

                I walked through the rest of the morning with a new spring in my step, smiling at anyone who cared to glance my way. My tail was wagging to the point that it threatened to throw me off balance. People noticed, but I didn’t care, I was ecstatic. The realization that I was gay had opened up a world of new possibilities. I didn’t care that no one seemed to share in my happiness, Hell, I didn’t even notice. There was evidence that I was presenting though, signals I was sending out that I didn’t see through my aura of joy.

                I was running laps with the rest of the guys in Phys. Ed, where we were all working up a nice sweat. I couldn’t help but notice the gleaming fur on my classmates, and thinking that the indoor lighting the school provided didn’t do justice to the beautiful boys. Garreth was there too, but we didn’t speak. We finished out workout and went into the locker room, glancing at our gym lockers, not really thinking anything while we entered our combinations and grabbed a set of clean clothes to change into. We slipped off our shorts and walked into the showers. This time though, I glanced at my classmates with something a little more devious than competitive curiosity on my mind. Some of the guys noticed, and sidled away from me. I didn’t realize at the time, of course, that I was the one making them uncomfortable.

                Jake, an otter from the swim team, waved at me, practically jumping to be seen over the crowd of burly wolves and huskies. The sight of him jumping up and down, his fur so slick and smooth, sent shivers down my spine. I winked at him before I could stop myself, receiving only a confused expression and a tilted head in return. I didn’t see that part though; all I saw was every boy exactly how they always should be, naked. Garreth hadn’t said a word to me this entire morning, and I felt a little put out by it. I mean, I had just told him I was gay, my biggest secret. We had just confided in each other the most private moments of our lives. Shouldn’t he be making a little effort to follow it up? Some idle chitchat, even?