Moving Day

    Todd dropped the heavy box of books he had been hefting on the second floor stair landing and mopped at his brow with his coral-colored bandana, stuffing in into his back right pocket when he was done. "Four story walk-up didn't seem like such a bad idea when I first saw the place," he thought to himself as he leaned against the wall next to someone's door to catch his breath and fluff his white tshirt to get some air flowing. He was shorter and chubbier than most wolves (a fact most never let him forget), and his gray fur was matted with sweat from hefting all his possessions to this new apartment from his old place. It wouldn't have been so bad if his friends hadn't all flaked out one after the other, leaving him to tackle the move alone. He'd managed pretty well at first, even dragging his old broken down sofa into the moving van by himself, but after hours of lifting, carrying, and stair-climbing almost all his strength was gone, and he still had plenty left in the van he parked on the street.

He let out a loud groan as he leaned back over to pick the box when a deep voice made him stop. "You need help with that?"

"Oh, thanks but I thi.....," he started but trailed off as he turned around to see the most gorgeous bear in the door he had just been leaning near. Looking about 10ft tall, the dark brown furred bear was leaning again the door jam, propped up with one musclebound arm. His massive musclegut was hanging over the waist of a pair of jeans, his only clothing, the lighter tan color fur of his muzzle wearing a friendly smile. The wolf blushed as he stared at the bear's broad shoulders and his huge, practically snow shoe-sized, 5-toed paws.

"T-thanks, b-but I'd hate to b-bother you," he stammered, sweating from more than just the physical exertion now.

"No bother at all, always happy to help," he said, enveloping the wolf's paw in a hand so big it made his resemble a doll's hand. "Name's Bruno."

"I'm Todd," he replied, doing everything he could to fight off all the sexual thoughts racing through his mind as the warmth of the bear's gigantic, surprisingly soft palm radiated up his arm. Bruno stepped out onto the landing and picked up the box the wolf had been struggling with in one arm, "What number?"

Todd had to think a moment, still struck somewhat stupid by the appearance of his dream guy, "4B. Look, I still have a lot of stuff to unload and I really don't feel right about taking up your time."

"I promise you're not," Bruno said, turning his back on the wolf and walking up the stairs toward the next floor, "I'm off work today so I got nothing else going on."

"Oh ok, well, thanks," Todd said, waiting until the bear was about 5 steps ahead before following so he could try and check out his soles. Just like his palms, they were a light gray, and just like his palms they seemed thickly padded and soft. "I was suppose to have help from some friends but they all cancelled last minute," he explained, his voice echoing in the otherwise empty stairway.

"Well that was nice of them. Here we are," he said. Todd, hypnotized by the bear feet and muscular, broad back in front of him, didn't even realize they'd reached the fourth floor landing until Bruno said something. The brawny bear stooped down to pass through the open door, which the wolf had already propped open with an elephant statue, and asked, "Where you want this?"

"Oh, just anywhere."

Bruno set it down next to the flat screen TV the wolf had already brought up. "Ok, what next?"
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"Well, that's everything," Todd said, lowering the end of his couch they'd carried up the four flights of stairs, "I can't thank you enough for all your help."

"My pleasure, Todd."

"So, tradition dictates I provide beer and pizza for those that help in a move. You still have time?"

"I do, pizza and a beer sound great," the gigantic bear said, taking a seat on the couch they'd just set down and propped his huge padded paws up on the coffee table they'd brought up previously.

"Ok, be right back," the wolf said as he quickly scurried off into the kitchen so he wouldn't be distracted by the beautiful bear feet on his table. He pulled out his phone and dialed up the pizza place he saw eariler around the block. After he told the incredibly stereotypical Italian voice on the other end his order and new address, he hung up and grabbed two of the beers he's brought along and headed back out to the new living room.

"Pizza's on it's way," he said, handing the brown-furred bear a beer and dropping down next to him.

"Thanks, appreciate it."

They spent the next several minutes chatting away about this and that, but Todd couldn't stop letting his gaze drift down back to Bruno's feet, watching his toes flex and wiggle occasionally, wondering what they smelled like, tasted like, whether or not they were ticklish.

"You like what you see," the big bear asked, shattering Todd's thoughts and causing a hot wash of shame and embarrassment to flow over him at being caught staring. The gray wolf lowered his gaze and tried to stammer out an apology, but Bruno placed one massive hand under Todd's chin and gently lifted his head until they were looking into each other's eyes.

"It's ok, bud," he said, "I've noticed you stealing glances all day, and I'm flattered."

"Really," Todd said disbelieving, "you're not pissed or offended?"

"Not at all, I've been checking you out too," he said, removing his hand from the wolf's chin and putting his arm up on the back of the couch.

"What? Why would you possibly be looking at me?"

"'Cause you're cute," Bruno said simply.

"Me? You're cute, I'm just some fat slob."

"Hey," Bruno said, his voice raising a bit," don't you ever talk about yourself like that. You are adorable! So cuddly and huggable."

Todd sat back almost in shock, "Wow. No one's ever said anything so nice to me before." He looked back up at the giant bear's kind face, "Thank you so much."

"Heh, my pleasure, Wolfy. Now there's only one question I got for ya: why you still sitting up here, and not down at my paws?"

Todd smiled. "Great question," he said, getting up from the couch and moving around to the other side of the table, then dropped to his knees in front of Bruno's crossed feet. The bear slowly, teasingly, curled and uncurled his thick, sausage-like toes, the scent wafting from them making Todd's mouth water already. It was an interesting combination of sweat, musk, and something almost sweet, like he had been walking on a thick carpet of pine needles. The wolf began extending his hands towards the perfect paws in front of him but stopped a few inches away and looked up at Bruno, an unsure expression still etched on his gray-furred face.

"Go ahead," the bear said reassuringly. Todd moved his hands the last few inches, both he and Bruno making quiet sounds of contentment as the wolf's hands made contact with the soft, squishy bear paws. He began tentatively rubbing them, his fingers sinking in almost to the second knuckle as he moved them in tight circles up and down the low arches and across the wide balls of Bruno's soles. He slowly grew more bold, rubbing each individual toe between his thumb and index fingers, paying extra attention to the extremely tender flesh between them.

Todd momentarily broke off the death stare he had on the beautiful paws in front of him to look back up to make sure the bear was enjoying himself. Judging by the closed eyes and the relaxed, pleased smile cutting across the light tan fur of Bruno's muzzle, the wolf had nothing to worry about. Todd, even more emboldened by how much the sexy bear seemed to be enjoying himself, lightly ran a couple short, sharp claws up and down his broad left sole. He was rewarded with lazy toe wiggles and quiet, throaty giggles. 'Ah, so the big guy IS ticklish, eh? I'll have to remember that,' he thought to himself.

Todd left off teasing the bear's sole and took things up a notch by placing his nose right at the base of his toes and inhaled deeply. Todd's eyes practically rolled back in his skull as his sensitive canine nasal cavities were assaulted by Bruno's intense scent. He couldn't hold back any longer, his tongue lolled out and began lapping enthusiastically at the buttery soft right sole in front of him, starting at the wide meaty heel. The warm, wet muscle dragged slowly up his low arch and instep, ending at the base of the bear's toes, licking up the little pools of sweat that had accumulated between them. He snaked his tongue between and around each toe before popping them into his mouth one by one to gently suck and nibble, each pudgy digit able to almost completely fill his mouth.

After thoroughly worshipping each individual toe on Bruno's right paw, Todd started in on his left, repeating the entire routine. He had just finished up on the thick pinky toe when he was shaken from his own personal heaven by a knock on the door, followed by a voice shouting 'Pizza.' The wolf almost whimpered as he was forced to pull away from the paws on his table to answer the door. He handed the lean raccoon standing there $30, telling him to keep the change, and brought the two pied back into the living room and set them down on the table next to the big bear's paws. He was about to sit down when massive arms wrapped around him and he was pulled into a literal bear hug, his face pressed against the broad, muscular chest.

"That was wonderful," Bruno said, making sure not to squeeze the wolf to tight, but tight enough, "after we've eaten maybe I'll return the favor."

'Wow,' Todd thought to himself, 'friendly building.'