"I-I am not really sure about this." He does not listen but tosses his jacket on the large pile of very similar coats near the door. "Marv..."
"You'll be fine. It will be awesome, trust me." He turns around and winks. "Now stop plucking at it and just follow me."
"It keeps crawling up my..."
"It fits you perfectly now stop fidgeting." I look at him, paws planted in his sides, seeming almost cross. Even like this he looks... My eyes slide over his tightly muscled body, now almost completely bare, except for something that resembles a loincloth around his waist. Like David, carved out of the most perfect piece of marble by Michelangelo's hand. I have seen him before without his shirt on, ladies night, springtime festival, other occasions when we were required, or we wanted to, lose our shirts, but this is a whole other league. His muscles make his skin ripple as he slowly shifts his weight from one leg to the other, his junk barely covered by that strip of cloth hang between his legs. Too call him naked is a lie, despite his lack of clothing he has cloaked himself in a mantle of triumph and pride. 

	I realize I am staring and quickly avert my gaze. I can hear him chuckle. "C'mon, give me the coat." I hand him the freaking coat. "Now let's go, and NO, no hands!" he chides me, slapping my paws away as I attempt to save some modesty. Arms stiffly at my side I follow him through the double doors. Inside it looks like everyone is wearing the same outfit as we, including the masks. Males, females in pairs or alone pass us, giving Marv appreciating looks, and eyeing me with some unreadable expression in their eyes. My tail is tucked between my legs, my ears are back. "Marv... everyone is looking at me." I whisper. 
"Of course not, don't be silly," he reassures me, "it's just the guys." That does... not reassure me.

	"I'm not really sure this is a good idea." He spins on his heels stopping so abruptly I nearly walk into him. "I thought you were more open minded then that Rusky." He chides me in a mocking tone. I drop my head. "Well I am," at least I always considered myself to be, "this is..." I shake my head, trying to clear things up.
"Oh come on, it will be fun, something new, something a bit more exotic, something to," right at that moment a couple of rabbits walk by us, their gazes sliding over Marv's body and he returns the appreciative stare, watching their tails as they march on by, following them until one turns around and gives a small jerk with his head, "change the pace, someone to keep up with you." His gaze returns to me. I can see in his eyes he would rather follow those two, but does not because he does not want to abandon me. "Give it a try, you might find something you like, and if not, it does not mean you can't have a little fun, right?"
"I suppose so." 
"That's the spirit!" he snatches two glasses from a passing deer serving drinks, handing me one, nipping at his own. "Hmmm bubbly." I take sip. It tastes nice, and expensive. "Now would you please excuse me?" He says, throwing back the glace before chasing down a canine who just gave him a lurid look as he passed by. "Err... yeah sure." And he is gone.

	Sheepishly I look around, trying not to feel so unsure about this whole situation. Eyes are resting on me from behind masks, male and female alike, though Marv is right and only the males' are filled with that look of, let's call it, interest. No one approaches me however, apparently collectively having decided to let me go through it at my own pace. I feel oddly apprehensive, unfamiliar with this kind of situation. I have had the gay experience, the attention, the looks, the odd groping in semi darkness, the awkward touching when in a three way with my girlfriend and another guy. However it never felt like this, just awkward, unsure. Now I can almost feel the expectation being placed upon my shoulders which makes me doubt if I am ready for it.

	It is perhaps better to take the opposite direction from the one Marv just took, because that one obviously leads to the area where there is more than just heavy petting. I pass through the kitchen where a few people are just hanging out. I give them all friendly nods while trying to ignore the sensation of them staring at my ass which is barely covered by the loincloth. I still can't believe I led Marv talk me in to wearing it, though I would have been the odd one out at this party. It is draped over my front and only barely covers my ass. By some miracle the designer has decided to add some y-shaped like shorts underneath the two folds of fabric, as to at least give me some illusion of not being completely naked. C'mon don't be such a whiner. It's just like parading through a room in just your speedo's... or your Aussiebums, whatever you prefer. It helps. The fabric is stretch, much like lycra, only... different... 

	Beyond the kitchen is something of a dining room, where, of course, I walk in on two guys making out like their life depended on it. They stare at me, not at all nervous about the compromising position I am finding them in, hands down each other's... pants, panting softly, their arms never really stopping their motion. Quietly I avert my eyes, moving past the little scene into the next room. It is busier here, more trays with drinks moving around from which I quickly snatch a refill after having downed what remained of my first drink. I make my way through the groups of talking people noticing a tall doe in the corner of the room, her body shaking and trembling. Is she ok? A vixen is holding her in her arms, head resting against her breasts. I move closer. Just as quickly I turn away, the tips of my ears glowing red realizing what is going on. This whole experience is leaving me as skittish as a pup on his first day of school. I need some air, so place where I don't meet people making-out, looking at me or doing heaven knows what to each other. Good luck finding an empty room in this place, though, finally I enter a living room that is a lot quieter. I sink down on a couch, sighing deeply. What on earth have I gotten myself into?

	Ok, I admit it, I'm not that open minded. Well I am, but only on my own turf, in my club, behind my bar, in my persona as bartender. There I can deal with anything that comes my way with a smile and pay check. Out here, it makes me nervous, and skittish, which is stupid. I feel stupid. My fingers pinch the bridge of my nose; how could I have ever agreed to this? What am I even doing here, in the centre of gayness of this town, far away from where I feel myself most comfortable and safe? I'm not even-
"Are you ok?" I practically jump a meter in the air, nearly tumbling of the couch. "Oh sorry I did not mean to startle you."
"No, no it's fine, I just, I- I did not see you there." My ears are burning and the few other people in the room give me weird looks from behind their masks. 
"First time here, huh?" Blue eyes stare at me from behind an emerald coloured mask. They seem to spark, ever changing while I look into them. "Is it that obvious?" He nods, smiling, his ears turned back in the cutest way possible, as if it is not me who is embarrassing himself. I can't help but reply with a small laugh of my own, while I resettle on the couch, trying to adopt a relaxed, though not too revealing, pose. 

	"I remember the first time I visited this place. It, kind of, boggles the mind." For a moment I need to figure out what he means. Oh right, the masks, skimpy clothing, the anonymous sex... the fact that it is just guys on guys and girls on girls, as far as I have seen. 
"Yeah, well, I am still trying to get used to the feeling of everyone staring."
"You need to get used to that?"
"W-what?" My tail gives a flick and my ears turn in odd angles. He chuckles. 
"I had figured you would have gotten used to that by now."
By now, by now? ... ooooh. I push my ears back, tail trying to make its way between my legs, embarrassment turning the tips of my ears scarlet. The sweet expression on his face softens his words. I grapple for words, for something to say, anything.
"So what brings you here, if not the anonymous sex?" He asks blatantly, though his tone is light and friendly. 
"A friend," I admit, "he thought it would make me feel better."
"Why's that?"
"I just got in, or am, or, me and my girlfriend are having this big fight."
"And he thought that bringing you to The Glee Club would be a good idea."
That makes me chuckle, "Yeah anonymous sex with men in masks is no doubt the remedy for any relationship issues between a male and a female." 
"So what caused this big break, or don't you want to talk about it?"
"Anonymous sex with girls, without the masks though..." I hesitate, then wonder: 'what is the ffing problem problem?', chances are I'll never see him again. "And my girlfriend moaned someone else's name in bed."
"Ouch."
"No shit."
"So you dumped her."
"N-not really, that's when the anonymous sex comes in."
"And you are trying to fix this by having sex with men?"
"I... I did not actually, really, know, as in know what this 'Glee Club' actually was."
"You believed it was a group of teenagers singing songs."
"N-yeah, or something like that I never thought Marv would take me to one of his... engagements. Not that I have anything against gays!"
Those brilliant blue eyes roll at that remark. I should just shut up.
"You know most people who say that, actually do." He sounds still friendly but there is something behind that voice, a hint of what, bitterness?
"I- I'm sorry. I'm being a dick. I'll-I'll shut up."

	Silence falls between us, and I cannot help but wonder if I royally fucked things up. I look at him from the corner of my eye. He hasn't taken his eyes off of me. "So what has brought you here?" I venture to ask, hoping to restore... something.
"Same as you, I guess, change of pace." That sparkle flickers in his eyes again. He shifts ever so slightly, pulling his legs up on the couch, facing me. "So what do you do in real life?" I am not sure how to respond to that. This whole event seems to go out of his way to ensure anonymity, the masks, the lack of clothing, the lack of names, the hushed voices in which everyone speaks. I do not know if he picks up on my hesitation, but he stops me before I can answer. "No wait let me guess. Corporate drone."
"No."
"Bookstore manager."
"No."
"Library clerk?" 
I bark a laugh. "No, what do I look like to you?"
"Fireman."
"Nope."
"Football coach?"
"No."
"Plummer, cable guy, electrician?"
"No, no and... no."

	His eyes narrow, quietly observing me for a moment. I shift, unknowingly opening myself up for more for his wandering gaze. "Am I even close?"
"Not really."
"Can you give me a hint?"
"I work at the hottest club in Tailton."
"Bouncer?"
"Bartender." 
"Really? I would have pegged you more for the quiet and shy type."
"Not when I am behind a bar."
"So for a successful date I would have to get you behind a bar." My ears burn, while I am feeling a bit uncomfortable, though not in an unpleasant way. I shift in my seat. "No, you would have to forgive me for any stupid remarks I might make when I get nervous."
"Who wouldn't forgive someone like you?"
"Plenty of people. Behind a bar no-one looks at me, everyone just looks at the bartender,"
"The cute bartender," he corrects me. I blush, and smile shyly. "The cute bartender. But now, everyone looks at me, which is... odd." He scoots a little closer, while I turn to face him completely, my arm resting on the back of the couch. My tongue sneaks out, darting over my lips. The corners of his mouth twitch upward, mine do the same. 

	I avert my eyes. "If that makes any sense." The moment is shredded, and I scratch at the discomfort in my chest. 
"It does." His voice is somehow lower, but hasn't lost any of its previous friendliness. I look up and find him smiling at me, his paw almost touching mine, only a few feet in front of me, having stealthily moved from his position on the other end of the couch to the middle cushion without me noticing. "Right now, you feel unsure about what people see when they look at you. You feel you cannot hide, that everyone has some expectation of you," I nod, "especially looking like that." He adds playfully, nodding at my body. I supress the urge to cover myself by crossing my arms, though I cannot help but chuckle.
"What about you?" I ask him. For some reason my question provokes a small laugh that in my ears sounds like chiming of small, silver bells. 
"I do not feel naked that easily." He says, "Though I know what it is to hide behind something." He suddenly sounds old when his smile gets an almost melancholic edge. It creates a sudden split between the way he looks and the way he sounds. The cheerful figure has been so suddenly replaced by someone much older and bitterer. What has happened to you? I long to reach out, cup his cheek, and look into those eyes, trying to figure it out.

	He blinks and in that moment the transformation is reversed and there sits again a male of 19, 18, maybe 17 years old, smiling joyfully at me, a certain sense of mischief in his eyes. "Though I'd rather talk about you." He moves that much closer, on paws and knees, cat crawling in my direction. My eyes flicker over his exposed form, his muscles gently rippling under that white fur, only in a few places marred by a little fleck of black. I quickly avert them, focussing on his paw, now resting just about the height of my knee. In that split moment a million thoughts sprint through my mind. What am I doing? He is so close. Do I want this? How far is this going to go? Who cares? What about Anne? Break this off! Am I gay? This is insanity! Finally one explodes into my mind, forcing all other doubts aside. Fuck it. I sweep my gaze up, allowing myself to stare blatantly at his approach, at him coming closer, his tail swaying gently from side to side, his eyes getting big, the tip of his pink tongue as it darts over one of his chops, his body, his strong. tight. body. His breath cascades against my face, his muzzle only a hairsbreadth removed from mine. I sluggishly look down in his eyes. His warm paw is placed against my warm skin, just below my shoulder. 

	I stop him. My fingers placing themselves between my lips and his. "I haven't even..." I can feel the muscles move between my fingers, he smiles. "Then I'll be the first, good." This makes me laugh uncertainly. "If you don't mind." I lamely shake my head, willing to let it all just happen. He takes my paw and pulls it to the side, pressing his lips against mine in a moment of desperate urgency. I let out a soft grunt, my eyes falling completely shut, feeling him push against me. His tongue darts out, prying its way into my mouth, flooding me with an unexpected sensation that is not at all unpleasant. Paying no mind to my doubts he forges on ahead without hesitation, exploring every inch of my muzzle he can reach, his paw on my chest gently sliding through my fur. He tastes like strawberries and the drinks they serve at this party. He straddles my waist, his warm body pressing against mine, his other paw trailing along my neck while he tilts his head just so, allowing him to deepen our kiss. His tongue teases mine, coaxing it into motion making me touch and tease him. It is rougher than that of a girl, yet so much bolder, gentler in a strange way, how it dances against mine so skilfully. Sliding against me, my body finally gets into motion and I hesitantly place my paws on his bare sides. Just like that I am nineteen again, the first kiss, awkward, hesitant, after a long slow dance at the high school spring dance. Anne.

	He is not Anne, on the contrary, he kisses like he talks, teasing, toying, joyfully and yet with a certain amount of irresistible grace. Finally I let go of the tension I'm holding tight inside of me, letting it go with a sigh. It comes out like a moan which promptly gets swallowed up by this forward pup resting his body against me. Carefully I begin to explore, as tentative as newly arrived settlers, unsure of what lies beyond the shorelines. He does not stop me, no; he encourages me, letting out the sweetest sound as I slowly trail along the ridges of his stomach, moving up resting my paw against his peck, thumb trailing along a nipple, fingers weaving through the soft and well-trimmed fur. My other paw finds its way to the small of his back, tracing that soft, hard plane, before bumping against the rim of his garment. Some small part of my mind that is still my own and still capable of at least some degree of reasonable thought questions the wisdom of going there, but by the time it has managed to formulate that protest my paw has already slid down, grasping the firm cheek, enjoying the sensation. He lets out a soft squeal, and starts pulling back. I won't let him. Like a man starving I follow him, refusing to let him go, and he submits, to my great satisfaction. 

	His paws rest against my chest, slowly trailing up and down, before one teasingly moves lower, skating down my stomach, making it quiver. It feels different, but good. I grab his ass more firmly, dragging him closer, making our bodies collide. He lets out an 'umpf', not stopping, something warm pressing against my stomach. My eyes fly open, realization creeping into my lust drugged brain. He watches me, his eyes twinkling mischievously, the corners of his mouth curling upward. He grinds against my flexing abs, his ass brushing over my groin and I realize I am being a hypocrite. My eyelids droop while I stare at him through my lashes, feeling the shock abating, allowing me to once again surrender to what is going on. 

	He finally tears away from me, placing a gentle peck on my cheek. "For a straight pup you are one hell of a kisser," He murmurs, "and an affectionate one at that." He nods at my arms which are wrapped around him, holding him close. 
"I... got carried away." I sound hoarse, frail, horny. He settles down on my lap, provoking a grunt by placing himself a bit too well. He chuckles. 
"You got carried away all right." The tips of my ears turn red. I stare longingly in those eyes, not really sure what is going on, but not caring right now. A rhythmic thumping fills the background. I realize that is my tail, so does he. He opens his mouth to say something, I lean down capturing that mouth again, darting my tongue inside, tasting him. He lets out a long languid moan, letting me drag him closer, wrapping his arms around my neck. 

	I feel bolder, running my paws over his back, down over his legs, up feeling his ass, even trailing along the underside of his tail, earning me a moan and flick as he tries to get away from that touch, before he stretches it, lifting it for me so I can trace it all the way down. I do not miss the lack of clothing, I relish it, the sensation of his body against mine, our muscles moving and sliding against each other, our skins touching. I slowly sink lower into the cushions, dragging him further down with me. We lose ourselves in each other, his sweet scent teasing my nose. 
He grabs my wrist, directing my paw between our bodies, placing it against his chest. I slide it over his pecks. He moans. I moan. He moves his body, sliding it through my paw, moving a tad further, making sure I get the idea. I slide it over his flat stomach, tracing a small circle around his navel, swooping down until I encounter the rim of his clothing before skating up again. He quivers underneath my touch, grunting some obscured protest. I head down again; he seizes my paw, directing it, placing it firmly under the fold of cloth against the warm perfectly wrapped package. A strangled sound gets caught in my throat. It feels strange, my paw on another guy's junk. Yet I touch him; moving my fingers around him, getting myself familiar with his shape, his balls, his sheath, the long smooth shaft caught in an awkward angle inside his loincloth, only the thin piece of cloth separating us from each other.

 His hips grind into my grip, urgently. He twitches against my fingers, his kiss becoming more aggressive, determined it seems to leave his mark on every part he can reach. He moves lower, past my navel to where, by now, I am already burning with desire. He is still holding my wrist, taking me up and then pushing me into the tight confinements of his garb. I can feel him, warm, soft, pulsing. I stare up into his eyes, who stare down into mine. "Please!" He pleads. Without thought or argument my fingers wrap themselves around him, slowly stroking his swollen length. He whimpers, his hips moving, thrusting into my grip. I drag him out, using my other paw to work the elastic band down under his balls, but I'm not looking at that, but instead focus on his face, that beautiful face on which dozens of emotions flicker in a split second. Right now I would give anything to see what is behind that mask, knowing that that is no doubt a million times memorable then what I see now.

 He reaches between my legs, touching and stroking me through the stretchy fabric. A smirk makes the corners of his mouth twitch upward, finding my swollen knot at the base of my rod. He presses down on it with the heel of his hand, sending sparks flying through my body. I steal a kiss, sweeping my tongue through his muzzle before some gasp or moan drives us to part again. The urgency in our movements becomes greater, my paw nearly a blur as I jack him off. I want to see him, I want to feel him, I want to hear him. I want it with a passion I have never experienced with anyone before. He rests his forehead against mine, his tong lolling out. I want to smell him as he splatters himself all over himself, or me, or the couch. His eyes are only half open, his breathing is erratic. His paw keeps working me, though it is losing in fervour. He trembles, letting out a low growl which he is desperate to stifle. He slams his hips forward, I pick up the pace, ignoring the slight burning in my shoulder. He arches his back, stretching his neck, his whole body going stiff for just that moment, before he shudders and the warm gooey substance lands on me. For the first time in my life another guy cums on me. 

As I had predicted he smells wonderful. I keep going, until finally he stops squirting thick ropes of cum over my hands and on my chest and he finally sinks down on top of me, smearing out the sticky mess. "'m sorry." He mutters lazily, resting his head against my chest, his hand languidly sliding over my groin, enjoying that sweet afterglow. I let him, until finally his slow teasing becomes a bit unbearable. I let out a grunt. He pushes himself up, smiling, just as sluggish. He holds his head to the side. "Want me to?" He asks, leaving it up to me to fill in the blanks. I nod, before having even thought about the answer. It seems to please him because he immediately slides down, stretching himself out over the sofa, dragging down my loincloth, reaching and scooping me out. He hums appreciatively, and in an instance I can feel my insecurity returning. He does not give me a chance to wallow in it however, because he grabs me, throws me a glance and takes the warm head into his mouth.

My nails dig into the upholstery as my whole body stiffens. He sinks lower, taking more of me into his mouth. He bobs his head up and down, his tongue dancing over my shaft, reaching down and lapping over my knot that once again begins to swell under the attention. His fingers hold me at the base; his other paw reaches down and starts massaging my balls. I let my head fall back, breaking our eye contact, trying to stifle a groan by jamming my fist in my mouth. A funny taste invades my mouth and I realize it is him, leaking down from my knuckles. I moan, fighting the fire that is exploding inside of me. He lifts his head up, letting me escape with a pop. "Just relax." My head snaps up. He smiles up at me, waiting until I realize how every fibre in my body is on edge and tense. I relax, taking a deep shuddered breath. He rolls me between his fingers, keeping me primed and ready, while he allows me the time to settle down a bit. He winks. "Now just enjoy." 

He begins sucking me off again, his head sliding up and down, his tail swishing joyfully from left to right. I take deep breaths, shuddering, letting wave after wave of warm fuzzy enjoyment wash over me. I notice his hips are moving. He hums, sending a spike of lust jabbing through me. I let my head fall back and I moan, smothering it still with my fist. He is grinding his hips into the cushions, obviously enjoying himself, but my mind is too clouded to pay attention to that. So close for so long it does not take him long to push me over. A few quick bobs and his tongue trailing along the underside is enough to have my whole body shuddering. I let out a groan, unable to say a word, managing to squeeze his shoulder as a feeble attempt to warn him. He lifts himself up, finishing me off with his paw until I to gush myself over my chest. I shudder, my body quivering, convulsing every time another rope explodes from my tip, until finally it is over. He lets go of me. I sink back on the couch, finally removing my fist, which now bears a set of very distinct teeth marks. I can't believe this.

I take a shuddering breath, fighting to keep my breathing levelled. Something wet touches my stomach. From somewhere he has produced a wet towel and is using it now to clean the mess from my chest. I smile sheepishly. He replies in kind. With skilful fingers he cleans me up and safely tucks me in again. I let it happen as it seems all a bit too surreal for me. What just happened? He tosses the rag on the table before returning to the couch. For the first time I detect a certain uncertainty in his movements. I take his wrist, pulling him closer. He looks up, while snuggling into the crook of my body, resting his head on my chest. It feels warm, secure, a thing I am not yet willing to let go for some reason. That normal feeling of numbness that has accompanied my exploits for the last few weeks is gone. 
"I do not even know your name." My voice is soft, low, vibrating through my body. 

The edge of his mask digs into my skin. "That is the point, silly." His tone is lazy, unconcerned. He shifts. I can feel my eyelids getting heavier. 
"That's a pity."
He chuckles. "I guess I made a good first impression?"
I enjoy the afterglow, the warmth of his body against me. From straight to gay in one day, now there's a title for a book. Nah, not gay, not really... I think... just a change of pace.
"So... you come here often?"
"That is the worst pick up line I have heard in days."
"I'm serious, do you come here often?"
"I think the point is we just do this once. Why else have all the secrecy?"
"Fuck that, I want to see you again." Do I? I guess I do.
He says something, but it sounds distant. I'm not really sure about this, but all my limbs feel heavy. What is going on?