Disclaimer: the story you are about to read is a test run of a long story (I'm not entirely sure how long it will be), which is an experiment. it will contain many errors in grammar, spelling and will have a plot which will most likely end up confusing and near impossible to follow. You have been warned. if you have read this and still wish to continue, then please, enjoy the story ^_^. Always Have. Part 1 The shrill wail of the alarm pierced the silence of the small room. its was a small dark room, with the curtains drawn. it was void of objects, except from a built into the wall cabinet, a desk, and a bed. But the bed was not empty. no, the bed had someone, or to be better of description, something under the covers. His name was Paul. His last name was far from important. he was what is known as an anthropomorphic being. or an anthro for short. they are like a cross between a "normal" human, and an animal. Yes, Humans did exists on the planet at one point, but I'm not going into detail as to why they do not anymore. Back to the story at and. The figure stirred and murred, his tail curling up under the blankets. eventually he could not resist the annoyance of the alarm, and threw the covers away from him. he stood up and stumbled across the room to his door. he looked down at himself, and made sure he was actually wearing something, before stumbling out. He now stood in a long corridor which stretched to his left and to his right, with a door and the left end, and a staircase to his right. he could hear cooking and smell food from downstairs, but he stumbled straight across the hallway, ignoring his grumbling stomach. He opened the door to the house's bathroom for upstairs, and groggily swiped against the wall with a furred hand, not quite a paw, looking for the light switch. finding it, he switched it on and stumbled over to the sink, and beheld his own face, one which he had grown used to. He beheld his face, but not a face as you may know it. it was the face of a cat. he had short black fur, with the fur on the top of his head longer than the rest, which he always kept "short" but still longer than the rest of his fur, which covered his entire body. He swished his body behind him, and looked at his teeth. he opened his mouth and inspected his teeth, deciding against using the toothbrush which sat in its holder near his hand. He stumbled out of the bathroom and stretched, arching his back and letting out a murr of satisfaction as his back loosened up from the slumber he just arose from. He turned and headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he saw his mother, cooking breakfast. His mother always looked like him, except she had longer headfur than Paul did. "Morning mum" Paul mumbled, barely loud enough for the feline to hear him. "morning sleeping beauty" She turned to face him and smirked. Paul narrowed his eyes at that remark, but didn't say anything. he walked over to the chair and the long table in the kitchen and sat down. his mother scooped some meat of some sort onto his plate, as well as some scrambled eggs. He began to eat, feeling the early morning grogginess lifting from his system. "Any plans for today?" his mother asked him curiously. Paul blushed, but luckily his mother was still looking at the stove that they owned, so she did not see the pink showing on his cheeks through his short fur. "don't think so." "well, that's boring." "Mum, I'm an 18 year-old dude, ill think of something." "yes, well, I'm working late tonight, and so is your father, so you won't see us till late, then we will be going on a trip tonight, so we probably won't see you for a few days." He had forgotten about that. excitement flooded through his body as he thought of all the things he could do while his parents where away. a party? pfft, no. he didn't know nearly anyone, and he didn't enjoy large gatherings. he would do something with his close friends. "Good luck with that mum." "thank you sweetie, now, I have to run off to work, I'll see you when I see you, sweetie. love you." "thanks mum!"he called to her as she rushed out the door to her car outside. He preceded to call his friends and ask them over, but they all had plans with girlfriends or whatever. sadly, Paul didn't have a girlfriend, but he didn't want one. he wasn't interested in woman, he was gay. but no one knew, no one except himself. all his friends, except one said they couldn't come. Of course, it was his best mate, and the man he has had a crush on for the last 5 years, since he met him. "I'll be over in like, an hour" his friend, Mark, said over the phone. "can't wait to see you man, its been a while!" Paul blushed, but replied none the less. "yes, it has been. far too long." The conversation ended, and Paul got changed into something more acceptable than some boxer shorts and a singlet. he decided on a grey/blue shirt with some dark denim jeans. The look suited him, and when he added his Black jacket, he looked pretty good. The door rang and Paul walked down the stairs, put his hand on the doorknob, and took a breath before opening it to show his friend standing there. Marcus, or Mark to his friends, was a tall wolf, about a head and a half taller than Paul, his muzzle stuck out from his face, and he grinned, showing his long canine teeth. "Hey mark, good to see you" Paul smiled and tried to keep the nervous stutter out of his voice. Paul invited him in and they continued with the small talk, catching up with what the two had been up to since they had last seen each-other. they decided to do what teenagers do best, hang out. they hung around the house and played video games, and just relaxed for a while, enjoying each-others company. But all too soon, night came, his parents had come and gone, and Mark raised an issue that had been plaguing him for a while. "do you mind if I stay the night? my parents won't give a damn." Paul had to stop from jumping with glee, he had been waiting for an opportunity to sleep in the same house with mark for a long time, even if it wasn't the same bed like he wanted, it was a start. "Of course not! feel free!" The night was still young, and so they both cracked open some beers and just watched TV and hung out for the next few hours before the two fell asleep on the couch. Paul awoke in the morning, and realised what had happened. he looked over and saw Mark on the couch next to him, snoozing calmly. but that not what caught Paul's attention. he could see a considerable bulge in Mark's pants, one that he hadn't seen before. He gasped quietly, and resisted the urge to go over and un-buckle Marks pants. Instead he decided to take a shower to hopefully clear his head. he stood up and realised he could smell the musk emanating from Mark's crotch. His knees wobbled and he couldn't help but let out a murr as the smell hit his nose, causing a bulge of his own to grow in his pants. He quickly rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower to a decent temperature. he stripped off and saw that his decent sized, six inch, feline cock was hard as a rock. It lacked, luckily, the barbs that a normal feline would possess, thanks to years of evolution. He jumped into the shower, but the smell of Mark's musk still plagued him, and caused him to go weak at the knees. He couldn't help but start stroking himself, slowly rubbing along his decent sized cock, and groaning in ecstasy as he rubbed it in all the right ways. he continued rubbing and stroking, massaging the head, and teasing his balls for quite some time, before he felt an impending orgasm building in his loins. he groaned out Mark's name, and started to stroke himself faster, edging himself along the way. Then he heard the door open, and marked walked in. He looked up and saw Paul in the shower and froze. Paul stopped stroking himself and just stopped as he looked at Mark. their eyes met, and Paul instantly started to blush, before quickly turning around to hide his maleness from his friend- and crush's- view. Mark quickly darted out the door and leaned on it on the other side. before sighing, and sliding down it a little as his legs grew slightly weak. Apparently Paul had the same idea as him. He walked back downs stairs and into the kitchen and sat down at the counter. Paul back upstairs, finished off his shower, his member as limp and ever, and embarrassment showing on his cheeks. he finished his shower and dried himself off, which takes considerably longer when you have fur then when you don't. He hesitantly walked downstairs and saw his friend sitting at the counter. he walked over and sat on the other side. Both of the two just sat there awkwardly and stared at the table, not wanting to say anything. "I'm sorry...about that... I heard you say my name and... thought you needed help...or...something..." CRAP! He had heard him? Paul started to panic. "Mark, I-" "Look Paul, we've known each-other for so long, and I don't think we have been entirely honest with each-other... " He glanced at his long-time friend. "Paul... I love you"