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I haven't been writing long and have found myself really enjoying it, so i'm chasing support and tips. I don't appreciate trash comments, if I don't mock your work then don't mock mine.", "writing": "All I ever did was think of my own shortcomings. There were so many things about myself that I hated. From my fur to how I spoke, I hated it all. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw more and more I hated. One eye was green, the other blue. My Mum's jawline, my Dad's ears. \n\nSometimes I wondered if I had been born the wrong specie. A half-bred wolf was as bad as being a hairless ape. My Dad was a wolf. Every time I looked at him I saw the regal strength of his ancestry. It was my Mum who had been the husky. Her blood seemed to dominate me. I hardly saw any of my Dad in me at all.\n\nI clicked my camera again capturing another moment. Perhaps it was my self loathing that had driven me to photography. Every time I took a photo of someone beautiful it made me feel better, if only for a moment. \n\nWith a sigh I asked the leopardess to change her pose. She did and I captured another moment. She was very beautiful. I had always thought that predators were beautiful. She had charm, beauty but not an ounce of talent in her whole body. Every pose looked slack or too over the top. There was no natural form to anything she did.\n\n“Are we done?” she asked as I set the camera down. I gave a little nod and handed her a robe. She covered herself. This was hardly what I had expected myself to be doing. Taking nudes for insecure people was hardly my idea of a fun job.\n\n“You did great. I'm Sure they'll turn out great” I lied, more to myself then to her. The truth was that the photo's would look great, they just wouldn't be what I wanted. Trying not to dwell I made my way over to a desk in my small studio.\n\n“When will I get the photo's?” she asked blushing hard.\n\n“In about a week they'll be done. I'll give you a call” I handed her a form and she paid before rushing off to get dressed. I could imagine my Dad telling me to go after her. He knew what I did. I was sure that he imagined me standing behind the camera with a boner the whole time.\n\nThe door slammed and I flopped into a chair. The truth was that I got nothing out of what I did. My Dad was right in his assumption. Most people would stand there with a boner. She had been gorgeous. Her breasts had been full and her body fine and fit. There wasn't a guy on earth that would have wanted to have taken it further.\n\nI looked at the cash on the desk and felt dirty. After a shoot I always felt disgusted in myself. Even after two years I felt the same. I snatched up the money and put it out of sight.\n\n“Ready to go?” asked a voice at the door. I looked up to see my Dad. He had never been to the studio before. He looked around at all the photos I had on the walls. He went red. I looked at them. They were the cream of the crop. Those few images were truly beautiful. They had an essence to them that made them feel like they were more then a mere image.\n\n“Th-They look nice” he stammered.\n\n“Thanks” I grumbled back “and thanks for the lift Dad. I'm really sorry to put you out like this” He was glad for the subject change. \n\n“It's no trouble. I hardly get to see you any more” he headed back towards the door. I quickly closed up locking the door and hitting the lights. It was a well rehearsed routine.\n\n“Between work and college your never around any more” Dad pointed out. It was true. Work and college had soaked up every spare hour I had. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if I had decided to keep living at home. But going to college was meant to be when you started living for yourself.\n\n“I know Dad, I promise I'll make more of an effort”\n\n“It's just after your Mum left you became my whole world. It'd be nice to hear from you, even if it's just a phone call” he rambled on for a while about the importance of family as he drove. I new were this conversation was going. Dad started talk about how he had loved watching me grow up into a man.\n\n“So have you been laid yet?” he asked abruptly.\n\n“Still a virgin” I replied without batting an eyelash.\n\n“For fucks sake Tyler. You're twenty years old. You need to go an get some before your balls fall off” I let out a long sigh. Dad couldn't understand how I could stand behind a camera taking photos of naked women all day and still be a virgin. To him that was incomprehensible.\n\n“Sex doesn't interest me” I replied.\n\n“That's just because you haven't had any. Once you have a fuck it'll be all you think about” I rolled my eyes. Dad was a huge pervert. My guess was that he was one of those kids who refused the bottle just to have a bit more face time.\n\n“It's not like I don't think about it Dad. I'm just not interested in it right now” Dad grumbled but knew that he was fighting a losing battle. He kept looking over at me, I could tell he was a little annoyed.\n\n“Just think Dad, if I had been born a girl you'd be overjoyed” he laughed.\n\n“Touché” he replied with a smile.\n\nWhen we arrived at my apartment I was relieved. Dad had spent the last ten minutes of the drive talking about football and tennis. After the first two minutes I had wanted to rip off my ears. After ten I had wanted rip out his tongue.\n\n“Make sure to call” Dad said as I stepped out of the car.\n\n“I will Dad” I called back.\n\n“And get laid!” he yelled before driving off. I went red but kept walking trying to ignore the laughs and stares. Sometimes I didn't know who was the parent.\n\nAs I walked up the stairs I wondered what it would feel like to get laid. I imagined what it would have been like with the leopardess from earlier. She had looked like she would have been pretty good at it.\n\nI paused at my door. The sounds of explosions and cop sirens blared out from behind it. Letting out a sigh I went in. Jasper looked up from his game and smiled.\n\n“How was work?” he asked pausing his game.\n\n“I can cover rent for the next month” he whooped loudly. At college Jasper was by far the most popular guy. Jasper was doing physical therapy. His grades were barely average, but his true skill was in the field. I was exactly familiar with lacrosse. But I knew that Jasper's scholarship had come from it. He was even on the college A team and was looking at playing for the state later in the year.\n\nThe first day of college we had met. He had been looking for a place to stay and I had been looking for a room mate. It had been a chance meeting that had turned out really well. For one, it gave me a chance to hang out with someone who was not only popular, but also a predator. \n\nJasper was a snow leopard. At school he was one of kind. I doubted that there was any more then a handful in town. His long tail and pail fur had been an instant hit with everyone at school. On top of it he was taller then most snow leopards standing at a bit over six feet. Then there was his personality. Jasper was fun loving and kind. He knew when to play and when to be serious. \n\nJasper grinned darkly “How was the drive home?” he asked. I cringed.\n\n“Remind me to get another bike” I shuddered.\n\n“I said you could take the scooter, but no, you had to get a lift” he was right. I had no idea what I had been thinking. Every time I was in the same room as Dad those questions would start. Pushing my fathers nagging from my mind I pulled out my camera.\n\n“Can I look?” Jasper asked. I shrugged. She hadn't exactly paid top dollar for her photos, but I would still need to do some minor touch ups. I booted up the computer and photoshop with it.\n\n“She's pretty” Jasper said looking over my shoulder.\n\n“Yeah she is, but she hates herself. She doesn't think she's pretty and only wanted these photo's for her boyfriend”\n\n“Hates herself, sounds like someone I know” Jasper reached over and flicked through the two dozen images. He selected four. Like always he had chosen the very best I had captured. I set them aside and began working.\n\n“How did you know all that stuff about her?” Jasper asked dragging over a chair.\n\n“You can see it in the photos” I replied. After this long of taking photos I could almost tell a persons whole story from a half dozen photos. In a photo I could find their insecurities, their fears and even their hopes and dreams. Every one showed their true selves in front of the camera lens, if only for a second.\n\n“You should do some photos of me some time” Jasper mumbled pointing to a little flaw. I got hard. It didn't make sense. Why was it that whenever I took the photos I felt nothing, but when Jasper asked me to take photos of him I reacted.\n\nI look at Jasper “Keep your gay to yourself” I teased. Jasper just smiled. Every one knew he was gay. He seemed like a normal guy when you first met, but after only a few days I had worked it out. Jasper didn't have any shame for what he was, he had actually been relieved that I had worked it out.\n\n“Just admit your gay” he teased back. I ignored him. In Jasper's mind I was the straightest person on earth. No normal person would have been able to put up with Jasper's consistent passes without giving in. Jasper was a hot guy. There wasn't a guy at school who wouldn't admit that openly. I even knew a few had fooled around with him.\n\n“How do they look?” I asked changing the subject.\n\n“They look great” he said as he looked them over. Jasper had helped me with every one of my photo's, sometimes I wondered if I would be as well known if I had never met him.\n\n“Umm, I got a request from a friend” Jasper pulled out a memory stick and passed it to me. I looked at the drive and then a Jasper “please” he begged “he has cancer and just wants to have a photo of before the treatment” with a heavy sigh I loaded it up. Jasper had asked me to do images of guys before, once or twice I had. However, I had never agreed to do an image of a naked guy before.\n\n“He wants the scar removed and just an over all clean up” Jasper instructed. I set to work. The scar was easy to remove, the clean up didn't take that long either. The guy in photo was good looking, he was a lion and looked no older then us.\n\nI finished and looked over the image. Strangely I had really enjoyed the edit. Guys always looked better in photos. A few times I even thought about opening up the studio to guys as well, but if I did I knew that Jasper would only push harder.\n\n“Thanks” Jasper said as I passed him back the memory stick. He tucked it away.\n\n“Don't mention it” I grumbled back.\n\n“Have I made you uncomfortable?” he asked. I gave a little nod. The truth was that he hadn't and that was what made me uncomfortable. \n\n“Sorry, I didn't really want to put that on you” I shrugged. I got up with my camera strategically covering my boner. \n\nI began to count in my head. One, two, three. Jasper grabbed me from behind. He hugged himself around me and bit down lightly on my neck. He quickly began to dry hump me. I shoved him off and glared back at him. Every time I looked vulnerable he did something gay and weird trying to get me off guard, not so he could get with me, but so I would relax.\n\n“I'm going to my room” I grumbled and left Jasper standing there. It usually worked when he did something like that. Given five minutes I would have relaxed. Jasper looked away and cursed himself. That was the most over the top he had gone before, it hadn't bothered me. I wanted to tell him that I just need to lay down, but didn't want to take the chance I would say something stupid.\n\nI shut my door and locked it. If I had stayed out there any longer I knew that I would have said something stupid. I peeled off my shirt and kicked out of my pants. My brain faltered as my cock took over. I needed to paw off. \n\nI sat down on the edge of my bed and gave myself a teasing stroke. It felt good. I opened the draw of my bed side table and went to grab the lube but stopped. This was all Jaspers fault.\n\n“I hate you sometimes” I mumbled to myself pulling out the dildo I had bought a few months back. Sure Jasper thought I was the straightest guy he knew, the truth was that I was far from it. \n\nThe dildo wasn't thick, but I had still never been able to get it in. It didn't matter though. Just trying made me cum harder. I poured lube over it and laid back. As I pressed its cold wet tip against my rear I shuddered. I wondered to myself how big Jasper was. \n\nGently I pushed, my body didn't want a bar of it. It didn't matter, just teasing myself with it would be enough. An idea jumped into my head. Something that Jasper had once said.\n\nI got down on the floor and stood the dildo up. I sat myself over it and lowered myself down. Jasper had told me that this was how he got used to big cocks. The dildo wasn't exactly big, but I had no experience at all. \n\nI gasped when it went in a little. I froze. Was I really going to do this? Was I actually going to fuck myself? My cock made up my mind for me. I edged myself down letting it slide deeper inside of me. I felt myself stretching trying to accommodate my toy.\n\nFor a second I imagined Jasper laying under me. I shook off the image. It hurt and I stopped. It wasn't even half way. Three inches at the most. I began to rise and fall. It felt weird, but I didn't want to stop. \n\nEvery time I rose I imagined Jasper laying under me. It was pointless to try to fight back the thoughts. Giving in I played out a scenario in my head. Jasper had clued in, we were in his room. I was on top of him desperate to fit him all in. \n\nMy heart was racing. I pushed down harder ignoring the pain. I went faster and faster. It hurt, but I had never felt that horny before. I stroked my cock almost desperate to cum.\n\nI got up and moved to my bed. My body shuddered every time I pushed the toy in and then again when I pulled it out. I let go of my cock and focused on the toy. I wished it was thicker. If the real thing felt even half as good as this then I wanted it. I wanted Jasper. All I could think about was Jasper ramming his cock into me hard and fast.\n\nI gasped as I came hard. I clenched down on the toy. That was the first time I had ever cum without touching myself. My body convulsed as I shot my seed up across my chest. When I was done thick lines of cum ran the length of my chest.\n\nPulling the dildo out hurt. I knew I had overdone it Even worse, my excitement was gone. All that had driven me to do that to myself had fled leaving me only with a feeling of disgust and regret.\n\nGrabbing a towel out of my wardrobe I cleaned myself up. I winced as I cleaned the tip of my cock. I had never been this sensitive before. Not that I was really thinking about how sensitive I was. I had imagined having sex with Jasper. It wasn't the first time either. Every time I pawed off I imagined that it was Jasper's hand and not my own.\n\nFeeling dirty I dragged on my shirt. I was desperate for a shower. Quietly I crept down the hall and towards the shower. Jasper hugged me from behind. I yelped loudly when his hips hit my rear. He pulled back surprised.\n\n“I fell over and landed on my tail” I lied.\n\n“S-sorry” he shoved aside the thought of my injured tail “and I’m sorry for before, I promise I’ll never do anything like that again...” I knew my friendship meant a lot to Jasper. Every time he went out he dragged me along. He would always introduce me to everyone as his closest friend. The truth was that he was my closest friend as well.\n\n“Did you just paw off?” he asked sniffing me. He snatched up my hand and smelt it. I yanked it back.\n\n“Yes” I snapped blushing hard.\n\n“Did you think of me?” he asked with a sly grin. \n\n“Remind me never to ask you for a promise” I grumbled. Jasper dismissed my comment and grabbed my hand again. He sniffed it again.\n\n“Your cock smells nice” he purred. I pulled back a second slower then I should have.\n\n“Fuck off” I snapped shoving him away. I stormed off annoyed, more at myself.\n\nWhen I got out of the shower Jasper as sitting on the couch. The title of my favourite movie was on the screen, along with a container of cookies and cream ice cream. The perfect apology.\n\n“I went to far” he admitted “I know I shouldn't act like that around you, but whenever I'm with you I get stupid” I sat down beside Jasper forgetting my tortured arse. I winced. Jasper offered me a cushion. I sat down gently.\n\n“No, don't stop” I mumbled in defeat “it's who you are. I should be the one who should be trying to relax around you” Jasper looked surprised.\n\n“Am I allowed to hug you and stuff?” he asked. I knew I was going to regret this. I sat up and shoved Jasper across. When I leant into him he went rigid. I waited for the feeling of regret, but it didn't come. Instead I began to cry like an idiot.\n\nJasper put an arm around me “What's wrong?” he asked confused.\n\n“I-I-I... I j-just” I gave up on words and buried my face into his side.\n\n“One of those days?” he offered. I nodded into his side not wanting him to see my face in my moment of vulnerability. He didn't act on my weakness. His arm disappeared from my back.\n\nHe tugged at my ear and I peered up at him. An overloaded spoonful of ice cream filled my mouth. My tears stopped. It was strange, but somehow Jasper seemed to understand. He actually got me. Out of everyone I met he had never tried to tell me I was wrong when I put myself down. Instead he would let me and then helped me to pick up the pieces afterwards.\n\nMy movie began to play. Jasper didn't look down at me, he fixed his gaze on the movie. For the very first time I didn't imagine Jasper fucking me, or as an overbearing gay guy. Instead I saw him as something I didn't understand.\n\n“Jasper?” I whispered. He grunted. I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't look down. Jasper just smiled.\n\n“Don't mention it Puppy” he put his hand back onto my back and began to stroke me gently. I grabbed the ice cream and turned my attention to the movie. I was sure I would regret the kiss, not that it had been any more of peck on the cheek. \n\n“Are you purring” I asked looking up at Jasper.\n\n“Yep” he replied. \n\n“I've never heard you purr before” I pointed out.\n\n“That's because you've never opened up to me before, I'm just happy” for once he wasn't saying stupid things.\n\n“Just don't tell anyone I kissed you” I mumbled.\n\n“As kisses go, that rated a one out of ten. I couldn't be fucked telling anyone about it” I jabbed Jasper in the ribs. He laughed, I found myself laughing as well.\n\n“It's all you'll ever get Fagboy, so savour it”\n\n“I'll take that as a challenge” he went to me but I dodged his lips.\n\n“Try it and you'll never have sex again” I growled. Jasper smiled.\n\n“Fagboy, that was a knew one” I ignored him and went silent. Jasper followed my example and we both watched the movie. \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "All I ever did was think of my own shortcomings. There were so many things about myself that I hated. From my fur to how I spoke, I hated it all. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw more and more I hated. One eye was green, the other blue. My Mum's jawline, my Dad's ears.

Sometimes I wondered if I had been born the wrong specie. A half-bred wolf was as bad as being a hairless ape. My Dad was a wolf. Every time I looked at him I saw the regal strength of his ancestry. It was my Mum who had been the husky. Her blood seemed to dominate me. I hardly saw any of my Dad in me at all.

I clicked my camera again capturing another moment. Perhaps it was my self loathing that had driven me to photography. Every time I took a photo of someone beautiful it made me feel better, if only for a moment.

With a sigh I asked the leopardess to change her pose. She did and I captured another moment. She was very beautiful. I had always thought that predators were beautiful. She had charm, beauty but not an ounce of talent in her whole body. Every pose looked slack or too over the top. There was no natural form to anything she did.

“Are we done?” she asked as I set the camera down. I gave a little nod and handed her a robe. She covered herself. This was hardly what I had expected myself to be doing. Taking nudes for insecure people was hardly my idea of a fun job.

“You did great. I'm Sure they'll turn out great” I lied, more to myself then to her. The truth was that the photo's would look great, they just wouldn't be what I wanted. Trying not to dwell I made my way over to a desk in my small studio.

“When will I get the photo's?” she asked blushing hard.

“In about a week they'll be done. I'll give you a call” I handed her a form and she paid before rushing off to get dressed. I could imagine my Dad telling me to go after her. He knew what I did. I was sure that he imagined me standing behind the camera with a boner the whole time.

The door slammed and I flopped into a chair. The truth was that I got nothing out of what I did. My Dad was right in his assumption. Most people would stand there with a boner. She had been gorgeous. Her breasts had been full and her body fine and fit. There wasn't a guy on earth that would have wanted to have taken it further.

I looked at the cash on the desk and felt dirty. After a shoot I always felt disgusted in myself. Even after two years I felt the same. I snatched up the money and put it out of sight.

“Ready to go?” asked a voice at the door. I looked up to see my Dad. He had never been to the studio before. He looked around at all the photos I had on the walls. He went red. I looked at them. They were the cream of the crop. Those few images were truly beautiful. They had an essence to them that made them feel like they were more then a mere image.

“Th-They look nice” he stammered.

“Thanks” I grumbled back “and thanks for the lift Dad. I'm really sorry to put you out like this” He was glad for the subject change.

“It's no trouble. I hardly get to see you any more” he headed back towards the door. I quickly closed up locking the door and hitting the lights. It was a well rehearsed routine.

“Between work and college your never around any more” Dad pointed out. It was true. Work and college had soaked up every spare hour I had. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if I had decided to keep living at home. But going to college was meant to be when you started living for yourself.

“I know Dad, I promise I'll make more of an effort”

“It's just after your Mum left you became my whole world. It'd be nice to hear from you, even if it's just a phone call” he rambled on for a while about the importance of family as he drove. I new were this conversation was going. Dad started talk about how he had loved watching me grow up into a man.

“So have you been laid yet?” he asked abruptly.

“Still a virgin” I replied without batting an eyelash.

“For fucks sake Tyler. You're twenty years old. You need to go an get some before your balls fall off” I let out a long sigh. Dad couldn't understand how I could stand behind a camera taking photos of naked women all day and still be a virgin. To him that was incomprehensible.

“Sex doesn't interest me” I replied.

“That's just because you haven't had any. Once you have a fuck it'll be all you think about” I rolled my eyes. Dad was a huge pervert. My guess was that he was one of those kids who refused the bottle just to have a bit more face time.

“It's not like I don't think about it Dad. I'm just not interested in it right now” Dad grumbled but knew that he was fighting a losing battle. He kept looking over at me, I could tell he was a little annoyed.

“Just think Dad, if I had been born a girl you'd be overjoyed” he laughed.

“Touché” he replied with a smile.

When we arrived at my apartment I was relieved. Dad had spent the last ten minutes of the drive talking about football and tennis. After the first two minutes I had wanted to rip off my ears. After ten I had wanted rip out his tongue.

“Make sure to call” Dad said as I stepped out of the car.

“I will Dad” I called back.

“And get laid!” he yelled before driving off. I went red but kept walking trying to ignore the laughs and stares. Sometimes I didn't know who was the parent.

As I walked up the stairs I wondered what it would feel like to get laid. I imagined what it would have been like with the leopardess from earlier. She had looked like she would have been pretty good at it.

I paused at my door. The sounds of explosions and cop sirens blared out from behind it. Letting out a sigh I went in. Jasper looked up from his game and smiled.

“How was work?” he asked pausing his game.

“I can cover rent for the next month” he whooped loudly. At college Jasper was by far the most popular guy. Jasper was doing physical therapy. His grades were barely average, but his true skill was in the field. I was exactly familiar with lacrosse. But I knew that Jasper's scholarship had come from it. He was even on the college A team and was looking at playing for the state later in the year.

The first day of college we had met. He had been looking for a place to stay and I had been looking for a room mate. It had been a chance meeting that had turned out really well. For one, it gave me a chance to hang out with someone who was not only popular, but also a predator.

Jasper was a snow leopard. At school he was one of kind. I doubted that there was any more then a handful in town. His long tail and pail fur had been an instant hit with everyone at school. On top of it he was taller then most snow leopards standing at a bit over six feet. Then there was his personality. Jasper was fun loving and kind. He knew when to play and when to be serious.

Jasper grinned darkly “How was the drive home?” he asked. I cringed.

“Remind me to get another bike” I shuddered.

“I said you could take the scooter, but no, you had to get a lift” he was right. I had no idea what I had been thinking. Every time I was in the same room as Dad those questions would start. Pushing my fathers nagging from my mind I pulled out my camera.

“Can I look?” Jasper asked. I shrugged. She hadn't exactly paid top dollar for her photos, but I would still need to do some minor touch ups. I booted up the computer and photoshop with it.

“She's pretty” Jasper said looking over my shoulder.

“Yeah she is, but she hates herself. She doesn't think she's pretty and only wanted these photo's for her boyfriend”

“Hates herself, sounds like someone I know” Jasper reached over and flicked through the two dozen images. He selected four. Like always he had chosen the very best I had captured. I set them aside and began working.

“How did you know all that stuff about her?” Jasper asked dragging over a chair.

“You can see it in the photos” I replied. After this long of taking photos I could almost tell a persons whole story from a half dozen photos. In a photo I could find their insecurities, their fears and even their hopes and dreams. Every one showed their true selves in front of the camera lens, if only for a second.

“You should do some photos of me some time” Jasper mumbled pointing to a little flaw. I got hard. It didn't make sense. Why was it that whenever I took the photos I felt nothing, but when Jasper asked me to take photos of him I reacted.

I look at Jasper “Keep your gay to yourself” I teased. Jasper just smiled. Every one knew he was gay. He seemed like a normal guy when you first met, but after only a few days I had worked it out. Jasper didn't have any shame for what he was, he had actually been relieved that I had worked it out.

“Just admit your gay” he teased back. I ignored him. In Jasper's mind I was the straightest person on earth. No normal person would have been able to put up with Jasper's consistent passes without giving in. Jasper was a hot guy. There wasn't a guy at school who wouldn't admit that openly. I even knew a few had fooled around with him.

“How do they look?” I asked changing the subject.

“They look great” he said as he looked them over. Jasper had helped me with every one of my photo's, sometimes I wondered if I would be as well known if I had never met him.

“Umm, I got a request from a friend” Jasper pulled out a memory stick and passed it to me. I looked at the drive and then a Jasper “please” he begged “he has cancer and just wants to have a photo of before the treatment” with a heavy sigh I loaded it up. Jasper had asked me to do images of guys before, once or twice I had. However, I had never agreed to do an image of a naked guy before.

“He wants the scar removed and just an over all clean up” Jasper instructed. I set to work. The scar was easy to remove, the clean up didn't take that long either. The guy in photo was good looking, he was a lion and looked no older then us.

I finished and looked over the image. Strangely I had really enjoyed the edit. Guys always looked better in photos. A few times I even thought about opening up the studio to guys as well, but if I did I knew that Jasper would only push harder.

“Thanks” Jasper said as I passed him back the memory stick. He tucked it away.

“Don't mention it” I grumbled back.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” he asked. I gave a little nod. The truth was that he hadn't and that was what made me uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I didn't really want to put that on you” I shrugged. I got up with my camera strategically covering my boner.

I began to count in my head. One, two, three. Jasper grabbed me from behind. He hugged himself around me and bit down lightly on my neck. He quickly began to dry hump me. I shoved him off and glared back at him. Every time I looked vulnerable he did something gay and weird trying to get me off guard, not so he could get with me, but so I would relax.

“I'm going to my room” I grumbled and left Jasper standing there. It usually worked when he did something like that. Given five minutes I would have relaxed. Jasper looked away and cursed himself. That was the most over the top he had gone before, it hadn't bothered me. I wanted to tell him that I just need to lay down, but didn't want to take the chance I would say something stupid.

I shut my door and locked it. If I had stayed out there any longer I knew that I would have said something stupid. I peeled off my shirt and kicked out of my pants. My brain faltered as my cock took over. I needed to paw off.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and gave myself a teasing stroke. It felt good. I opened the draw of my bed side table and went to grab the lube but stopped. This was all Jaspers fault.

“I hate you sometimes” I mumbled to myself pulling out the dildo I had bought a few months back. Sure Jasper thought I was the straightest guy he knew, the truth was that I was far from it.

The dildo wasn't thick, but I had still never been able to get it in. It didn't matter though. Just trying made me cum harder. I poured lube over it and laid back. As I pressed its cold wet tip against my rear I shuddered. I wondered to myself how big Jasper was.

Gently I pushed, my body didn't want a bar of it. It didn't matter, just teasing myself with it would be enough. An idea jumped into my head. Something that Jasper had once said.

I got down on the floor and stood the dildo up. I sat myself over it and lowered myself down. Jasper had told me that this was how he got used to big cocks. The dildo wasn't exactly big, but I had no experience at all.

I gasped when it went in a little. I froze. Was I really going to do this? Was I actually going to fuck myself? My cock made up my mind for me. I edged myself down letting it slide deeper inside of me. I felt myself stretching trying to accommodate my toy.

For a second I imagined Jasper laying under me. I shook off the image. It hurt and I stopped. It wasn't even half way. Three inches at the most. I began to rise and fall. It felt weird, but I didn't want to stop.

Every time I rose I imagined Jasper laying under me. It was pointless to try to fight back the thoughts. Giving in I played out a scenario in my head. Jasper had clued in, we were in his room. I was on top of him desperate to fit him all in.

My heart was racing. I pushed down harder ignoring the pain. I went faster and faster. It hurt, but I had never felt that horny before. I stroked my cock almost desperate to cum.

I got up and moved to my bed. My body shuddered every time I pushed the toy in and then again when I pulled it out. I let go of my cock and focused on the toy. I wished it was thicker. If the real thing felt even half as good as this then I wanted it. I wanted Jasper. All I could think about was Jasper ramming his cock into me hard and fast.

I gasped as I came hard. I clenched down on the toy. That was the first time I had ever cum without touching myself. My body convulsed as I shot my seed up across my chest. When I was done thick lines of cum ran the length of my chest.

Pulling the dildo out hurt. I knew I had overdone it Even worse, my excitement was gone. All that had driven me to do that to myself had fled leaving me only with a feeling of disgust and regret.

Grabbing a towel out of my wardrobe I cleaned myself up. I winced as I cleaned the tip of my cock. I had never been this sensitive before. Not that I was really thinking about how sensitive I was. I had imagined having sex with Jasper. It wasn't the first time either. Every time I pawed off I imagined that it was Jasper's hand and not my own.

Feeling dirty I dragged on my shirt. I was desperate for a shower. Quietly I crept down the hall and towards the shower. Jasper hugged me from behind. I yelped loudly when his hips hit my rear. He pulled back surprised.

“I fell over and landed on my tail” I lied.

“S-sorry” he shoved aside the thought of my injured tail “and I’m sorry for before, I promise I’ll never do anything like that again...” I knew my friendship meant a lot to Jasper. Every time he went out he dragged me along. He would always introduce me to everyone as his closest friend. The truth was that he was my closest friend as well.

“Did you just paw off?” he asked sniffing me. He snatched up my hand and smelt it. I yanked it back.

“Yes” I snapped blushing hard.

“Did you think of me?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Remind me never to ask you for a promise” I grumbled.  Jasper dismissed my comment and grabbed my hand again. He sniffed it again.

“Your cock smells nice” he purred. I pulled back a second slower then I should have.

“Fuck off” I snapped shoving him away. I stormed off annoyed, more at myself.

When I got out of the shower Jasper as sitting on the couch. The title of my favourite movie was on the screen, along with a container of cookies and cream ice cream. The perfect apology.

“I went to far” he admitted “I know I shouldn't act like that around you, but whenever I'm with you I get stupid” I sat down beside Jasper forgetting my tortured arse. I winced. Jasper offered me a cushion. I sat down gently.

“No, don't stop” I mumbled in defeat “it's who you are. I should be the one who should be trying to relax around you” Jasper looked surprised.

“Am I allowed to hug you and stuff?” he asked. I knew I was going to regret this. I sat up and shoved Jasper across. When I leant into him he went rigid. I waited for the feeling of regret, but it didn't come. Instead I began to cry like an idiot.

Jasper put an arm around me “What's wrong?” he asked confused.

“I-I-I... I j-just” I gave up on words and buried my face into his side.

“One of those days?” he offered. I nodded into his side not wanting him to see my face in my moment of vulnerability. He didn't act on my weakness. His arm disappeared from my back.

He tugged at my ear and I peered up at him. An overloaded spoonful of ice cream filled my mouth. My tears stopped. It was strange, but somehow Jasper seemed to understand. He actually got me. Out of everyone I met he had never tried to tell me I was wrong when I put myself down. Instead he would let me and then helped me to pick up the pieces afterwards.

My movie began to play. Jasper didn't look down at me, he fixed his gaze on the movie. For the very first time I didn't imagine Jasper fucking me, or as an overbearing gay guy. Instead I saw him as something I didn't understand.

“Jasper?” I whispered. He grunted. I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't look down. Jasper just smiled.

“Don't mention it Puppy” he put his hand back onto my back and began to stroke me gently. I grabbed the ice cream and turned my attention to the movie. I was sure I would regret the kiss, not that it had been any more of peck on the cheek.

“Are you purring” I asked looking up at Jasper.

“Yep” he replied.

“I've never heard you purr before” I pointed out.

“That's because you've never opened up to me before, I'm just happy” for once he wasn't saying stupid things.

“Just don't tell anyone I kissed you” I mumbled.

“As kisses go, that rated a one out of ten. I couldn't be fucked telling anyone about it” I jabbed Jasper in the ribs. He laughed, I found myself laughing as well.

“It's all you'll ever get Fagboy, so savour it”

“I'll take that as a challenge” he went to me but I dodged his lips.

“Try it and you'll never have sex again” I growled. Jasper smiled.

“Fagboy, that was a knew one” I ignored him and went silent. Jasper followed my example and we both watched the movie.

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