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This was old fic I did; around 5 years ago. It was done at the urging of someone I used to talk to. When I finished the first part, I found I rather enjoyed it and decided to keep on writing furry smut :P This piece is a bit rocky compared to some of my newer ones, so please ignore the glaring spelling and grammatical errors. I actually plan to rewrite this as an upcoming project.",
"writing": "This story contains scenes of MxM homosexual acts. If you're not into MxM, gay, or furry, don't read. If you are under 18 (21 in some states) or your locality prohibits looking at subjects of a pornographic nature, don't read. Otherwise, please enjoy :)\n\nCopyright © J.T. Brown AKA Spike Foxx, 2006. Written by J.T. Brown, AKA Spike Foxx. All rights reserved. Storyline, characters, creative property, and intellectual rights copyright © J.T. Brown AKA Spike Foxx. Do not alter or redistribute for profit or personal gain.\n______________________________\n\nScribblerianFoxx@gmail.com\n______________________________\n\n[b]Part I: Runner's High[/b]\n\nThe sun had long-since set over the western horizon, casting a cobalt-blue cast over the sky. Wind blew lightly down the streets, gently stirring fallen leaves in the October evening.\n\nFootsteps slapped hard against the pavement as a lone red fox made his way around a corner, moving at a brisk pace. He loved this time of night, because it was all his; no one was around. Just himself, running for an hour every night. Feeling the wind moving past his ears, brushing his furs, entering his lungs as he breathed deeply but evenly. The nights were getting brisk, but so cold yet that he had to wear a sweater for his jogs yet. He was still in a T-shirt and track pants, the shirt tight enough to show off his trim waistline and sculpted chest. Even in the darkness, when he ran under the streetlights, his reddish-orange fur had a beautiful, brilliant sheen to it. His aqua-blue shined brightly. His fluffy tail bounced behind him, and he brushed away a lock of his hair from his face, which had fallen just above the black marks that were just above his eyes. \n\nHis usual path took him around his neighborhood for approximately four miles. It kept him in shape, and it allowed him to escape for awhile. He even was on the track team at high school, and was the star runner on the team. Long legs made him good at it naturally, and years of practice had just made him better.\n\nMoving across the street, on his loop back, he ran up a gently-curving road that would connect back to the street next to his. He slowed his pace a bit, winding down and letting himself cool off. Keeping his breathing even, he eventually got down to a brisk walk.\n\nUp ahead, he surprised to see people out in front of a house, with a large truck in the driveway. It was rare he saw anyone out this time of night. He could just make out the name on the side of the truck; \"East Coast Movers.\"\n\nSo someone new was moving in. He watched with idle curiosity as he passed. He saw several movers, arms full with chairs, couches, assorted boxes; the usual paraphernalia of a move. \n\nWhat caught his attention, though, was a white clouded leopard standing off to the side, looking absolutely un-thrilled to be there. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and red shorts, which the fox found unusual in this weather; it was a little cold for those.\n\nLike the fox, the leopard appeared to be fairly toned and in shape; a thin waist, muscular arms, brilliant yellow-gold eyes. He looked to be about the fox's age, too. \n\nThe leopard turned and saw the fox walking past. He eyes seemed to light up, and his tail swished a bit. The fox corrected his sight immediately, staring straight forward. He walked on, taking a little look back before turning the corner.\n\n***\n\nTonight, he'd needed his sweater. It was much chillier than last night. But that wasn't going to perturb him. Colder it got, the more he'd put on.\n\nHe didn't find anything unusual until he got back to the same road he'd been on when he'd seen the moving van. He was on the opposite side of the street, and had slowed back to his cool-off pace. Nothing was obviously wrong, but he felt like he was being...watched.\n\nWhen he looked over at the house, he knew why; the snow leopard was sitting on his front porch, bathed in yellow tones from the porch light, and, despite the low temperature, had just a black T-shirt and shorts on. He also had a large glass of ice water on a table next to him. The fox was fairly certain the leopard was watching HIM. But he shrugged it away and kept going, forcing himself to not look back.\n\n\nThe next night, he was still in a sweater. When he got back to THE street, he thought of making a course correction; if he kept going straight, he'd hit the same street. But he liked going that way. And there was no rational reason for him to go another way. So he bounded up his usual street.\n\nAnd, like last night, the leopard was back on the porch. The fox knew he was being silly, now; the leopard just liked being outside. It wasn't a crime. It's not like the leopard was there to watch for him. The fox had never felt so stupid and self-centered in his life. He just walked past, trying to not look; the leopard probably thought he was a creep from last night.\n\nBut he did eventually look; just a quick glance. But when he did, he got a wave from the leopard. And it was obviously to him; there was no one else around.\n\nThe fox swallowed hard, a lump catching in his throat; okay, he WAS there waiting for him. He just kept moving.\n\n\nEvery night, for the next four days, the leopard was there, T-shirt and shorts. However, on the third night, the fox noticed something change; there were now two glasses of water sitting on the table. But the leopard never said anything, just sat there.\n\nOn the fourth night, the fox decided he felt dumb. The leopard was probably just looking for a friend; they did look around the same age, and the leopard was brand-new to the neighborhood. The fox wished he'd gone over and introduced himself the first day; now he felt weird as he crossed the street and approached the porch steps. \n\n\"Well, hi, there,\" said the leopard. \"Wondered when you'd finally come over.\"\n\nThe fox just held his arm, absently and embarrassed. \"Um...hi.\"\n\nThe leopard grinned. \"C'mon, you must be thirsty, with all that running every night.\" He gestured to the other empty chair.\n\nThe fox plopped himself down, grabbing the other glass of water. \n\n\"So, foxy, got a name?\" asked the leopard.\n\n\"Oh, yeah,\" he said, lamely, \"I'm Lance.\"\n\n\"I'm Ty,\" said the leopard, offering up his paw. Lance took it weakly and shook.\n\n\"There's no need to be shy,\" said Ty. \"I don't bite...much.\"\n\nLance laughed a little at that. But when he caught the leopard's eyes, he felt self-conscious for some reason.\n\n\"You live nearby?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Two blocks that way,\" said Lance, pointing down the street.\n\n\"So you're pretty close!\"\n\n\"Yeah, I guess,\" said Lance.\n\n\"What school are you at?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Only high school here in town; Leland High School.\"\n\n\"I guess that's where I'll be going,\" said Ty.\n\n\"You're not in class?\"\n\nTy shook his head. \"I start Monday. And I wouldn't mind knowing a friend or two before I go in,\" he said, smiling.\n\n\"Well, you'll meet a few, I'm sure,\" said Lance, feeling like an idiot. His blush was obvious even through the white under his eyes.\n\nTy stopped himself from giggling a bit when he saw the red under Lance's eyes. The fox was a little cutie. And the ruffled hair hanging over his forehead, and sweat glistening on his fur, wasn't helping. Of course, he still didn't know what Lance wanted. And he didn't want to have to move again as soon as they just got here.\n\n\"You wanna come inside, hang out for awhile?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Won't your parents mind?\" asked Lance.\n\nTy waved his hand. \"They won't be home from work for a few hours still; both work graveyard shifts.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said Lance. \"Um, sure.\"\n\nThey got up and went inside. Lance took off his sweater and threw it over a chair; Ty took a sharp breath in when he could finally look at Lance up-close without the obtrusive sweater.\n\n\"What do you wanna do?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"I don't know,\" said Lance. \"Suggestions?\" He still was feeling a little shy.\n\n\"I got PS2 upstairs,\" said Ty. \"Just hooked up today.\"\n\nLance had a PS2 and XBox himself. But he wanted to be able to do something with Ty; he did like the leopard already, and wanted to be friends. He just didn't make friends easily. \n\n\"Sounds good!\" exclaimed Lance.\n\n\"Ok, c'mon,\" said Ty. He led Lance upstairs, wishing he could've followed Lance instead of the other way around.\n\nThey walked to the end of the hall, Ty opening the door. \"And this--\" he began, flicking on the light, \"--is my place!\"\n\nThe room was average-sized for a teenager's room. Twin-bed with dark-blue sheets was pressed against the window, an entertainment center with TV, game console, CD-player, and racks of games and CD's directly in front of it. There was a bookcase to the right of the bed filled with actual books, most of which looked heavily-used. A desk was situated against the wall next to the door, various papers and a few sketchbooks littered across it, and a multi-colored bracelet that said 'PRIDE' across it. The walls were adorned with posters, mostly of bands, a few of just miscellaneous, buff furs. One picture stood out against the rest; a framed photo of Ty with a younger otter, who was making bunny-ears over Ty's head. It was signed with a ball-point pen in the lower-right; \"Sorry, bud. Gonna miss you bad; you were my best friend ever. Matt.\"\n\n\"Who's that?' asked Lance, pointing to the picture.\n\n\"No one,\" said Ty, starting up his game system. \"An old friend. From my first move, back in eighth grade.\"\n\n\"How many times have you moved?\" asked Lance, taking the second controller from Ty's paws.\n\n\"This'll be four,\" said Ty.\n\n\"Why so often?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Hey, you like first-person shooters?\" asked Ty, grabbing a controller and jumping on the bed. \"I got 'Killzone,' and we can both play.\"\n\n\"Uh...yeah,\" said Lance, taking the subject change, looking around the room.\n\n\"Sorry, my other chair isn't unpacked yet,\" said Ty. He tapped the spread next to him. \"Hop up.\"\n\nLance sat down next to Ty, a little behind him just to give Ty space. Ty sighed when the fox didn't move any closer.\n\nIt wasn't long before they were blowing digital figures away, lobbing grenades and raining down bullets. Lance had no trouble moving and ducking bullets, but Ty's death count was high. Lance found it odd that for a game he OWNED he would be so bad at it; he didn't know that Ty was distracted by him, breathing deeply to get a hint of the fox's scent.\n\n\"So,\" began Ty during the between-level load screen, \"got a girlfriend?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" said Lance. \"Never have. I'm no good with girls. Truthfully. I don't really even want one...right now, anyway.\"\n\n\"I've never had one either,\" said Ty. He got a little excited now; no girlfriend, and didn't want one! \"Why don't you want one?\"\n\n\"I dunno,\" said Lance, picking his controller back up as the level started, \"just doesn't cross my mind often.\"\n\nTy was helping him take down the enemy soldiers as his brain kept formulating ways to get to see if Lance would be...willing. He came down to only two methods.\n\n\"Are there a lot of gay guys in your school?\" asked Ty, off-handedly.\n\nLance found that to be an odd question. \"There's a couple I know of. I'm sure there's more, just not completely open about it.\"\n\n\"Huh,\" said Ty. \"Any of them your friends?\"\n\n\"I'm in the same class with one; I guess I'd say he's a friend,\" said Lance. \"I don't avoid him or dislike him, if that's what you mean.\"\n\n\"Are there homophobes around?\" asked Ty, again trying to sound as conversational as possible.\n\n\"Well, my one friend isn't THRILLED about gays,\" said Lance, \"but I wouldn't say he'd go out and gay-bash. I've never heard of any gay-based fights or anything; guys usually find other stupid reasons for that.\"\n\n\"But you don't mind?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"No, not at all,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Oh,\" said Ty. \n\nLance still thought the line of questioning was unusual; but he shrugged it off. Went back to chucking grenades into enemy bunkers.\n\nTy frowned. Okay, that hadn't gone as planned. His second tactic was a sure-fire plan, but he had to get the nerve to do it; and if it back-fired, he was out a friend already. \n\nAnother level went by, and Ty could barely sit still. Lance's scent, his heat right behind his shoulder, his good-looks he could see from his peripheral vision; it was all driving him over the edge.\n\n\"Alright!\" said Lance, clapping Ty on the shoulder. \"Another level d--\"\n\nHe was cut short when Ty whipped around and planted a light kiss on his muzzle, then drew back. Lance just stopped in mid-sentence, looking at Ty, who was blushing from head to toe.\n\n\"What was that for...?\" asked Lance. \"I think a high-five would've sufficed.\"\n\n\"Because I wanted to know how you... y'know, felt,\" said Ty.\n\n\"About what?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Guys,\" said Ty. \"I LIKE guys.\"\n\n\"So you're...\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"\n\n\"That explains all the questions earlier,\" said Lance.\n\nTy giggled, moving in closer again. \"I want to kiss you again; is that alright?\"\n\nLance had never had another guy come onto him before. He was confused, mostly by the feeling in him that liked it, and made him say \"Yes\" to Ty.\n\nTy put his hand around the back of his head, pulling him closer. Ty got a full smell of Lance's scent now, which had changed; muskier now. Ty liked it. \n\nLance felt funny at first when Ty pushed his tongue into Lance's muzzle, but accepted it. He liked the feeling. \n\nTy pulled back after a few seconds. \"Well?\"\n\n\"That was...nice,\" said Lance, grinning from ear to ear.\n\n\"There are things that are...nicer,\" said Ty, tracing Lance's chest and stomach muscles, down to just above his crotch. Lance shivered a little when Ty's finger moved over his stomach.\n\n\"I'll bet,\" said Lance.\n\nTy reached up and took off his shirt, rippled muscles exposed. He started tugging on Lance's shirt, Lance helping him get it over his head. Lance's own chest, with sculpted muscles, were revealed. Ty murred a bit when the shirt came off. \n\n\"Very nice,\" growled Ty, pushing Lance backward. He toppled over, landing on his back. Ty propped himself up on top of Lance, feeling Lance's erection through his track pants. Lance felt Ty's own member pressing into his leg.\n\n\"You want to try the nicer things?\" asked Ty.\n\nLance looked away. He felt awkward, and weird, about this whole thing. Especially since he'd only known the fur on top of him for about an hour. But he did like being closer to Ty, and so far he'd felt good.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance, \"I think I do.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" said Lance. He creeped back down Lance's body, undoing the drawstring on his track pants and yanking them down his long, muscular runner's legs.\n\n\"What're you--?\" began Lance.\n\n\"Shh,\" said Lance. Lance's boxers followed suit, and his long, hard member was pulled into view. Ty teased at his sheath a bit, rubbing at Lance's balls a bit, licking them a little. Lance felt pleasure moving into every part of his body.\n\n\"Ty--\" he began, but cut himself off when Ty put his mouth over Lance's cock. His cock immediately went rigid, more so than it was already. Lance swallowed hard, gasping as it slipped deeper into Ty's muzzle. Ty worked his tongue over Lance's head, then his shaft, finding the little sensitive spots that he knew from pervious experience made a guy's head spin.\n\nLance was somewhere else all together. It was pure ecstasy for him, gasping for breath as Ty reached up and played with his furry sac. Ty could feel Lance's testicles pull up against his body. Precum was already coming out, and Ty was happily slurping it up. He was trying to throat Lance, but the fox's cock was, as far as he could recall, the biggest he'd come across. But it ended up rubbing against the slick back of throat eventually. He could only hold it for a few seconds at a time, but it was enough to make Lance moan.\n\nTy could feel Lance's cock spasming slightly; the precursor to his orgasm. Ty slowed down a bit, trying to prolong the session. He figured it was Lance's first time, EVER, at sex play, and wanted him to remember it. Ty knew he would. He kept sliding his tongue up and down the bottom of Lance's sheath, stopping near the top and really playing there. Ty could also feel his own shaft pressing painfully against his shorts. But he hoped he would have his out when he was finished.\n\nLance could feel a numbness near the base of his shaft, his testicles pulled up close. His slicked-up cocked moved in and out of Ty's mouth quickly and easily, and Ty would go fast, then slow down a bit, keeping Lance just at the edge of cumming. \n\nBut not even Ty could keep it back forever, and Lance knew it was coming when he felt semen flood through his shaft. His cock spasmed into Ty's mouth. Ty tried to keep the load in his mouth, but he sputtered after the fourth flood, and Lance's white seed dribbled down his muzzle. Four more shudders, and Lance was finished. He sighed, contended.\n\n\"How was it?\" asked Ty, wiping semen from his mouth, swallowing what salty fluid he could find. He lapped more off of Lance's cock-head.\n\n\"That was...amazing,\" said Lance. \"How did you learn that?\"\n\n\"Practice,\" said Ty, awkwardly. \"Lots of practice. That's the reason we always have to move; I find someone I get close to, think I've found someone to be with, then they let me use them, or they use me, and the next day it's all over school that I'm a fag.\" He looked away, a couple tears falling down his cheek.\n\nLance sat up, still nude, touching Ty's face. \"No one will know about this; unless you want them to.\"\n\nTy smiled weakly. \"Thank you.\"\n\nLance looked down between Ty's legs, seeing his shorts tented away from his body. \"I think it's your turn, now.\"\n\nTy grinned wickedly. \"Only if you want.\"\n\n\"I do,\" said Lance. \"But, um, isn't there some other way?\"\n\n\"There's a front and back,\" said Lance. \"You mean...?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance.\n\n\"You sure?\" asked Ty.\n\nLance reached down, yanking down Ty's shirts and boxers, his own cock bouncing into view. \"Yeah, I'm sure.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" said Ty, shaking his clothes off. He pushed Lance back again. Lance fell back, smiling the whole way. Ty reached down and pulled Lance's legs over his shoulders, and lay down on top of him, their hot members touching one another.\n\n\"It'll kinda hurt at first,\" said Ty. \n\n\"It's okay,\" said Lance.\n\nTy reached under the mattress and produced a tube of lube. He slathered his own cock in it well, then pressed his cock-head against Lance's tailhole.\n\n\"You ready?\" asked Ty.\n\nLance took a deep breath. \"Yeah.\"\n\nTy pressed himself in, slowly. Lance gritted his teeth, taking the pain as Ty topped him. His own penis was hard again, pressed between their two furry bodies. Residual cum was smeared against Ty's stomach.\n\nTy was concentrating on moving his cock into Lance, hilting himself. \"Okay?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Okay,\" grunted Lance.\n\n\"That's as far as I can go in,\" said Ty. He then pulled himself out, until just his head was still inside Lance, then pushed himself in again. He'd started preing already, helping with the lube to slick up his path. Lance was so tight; virgins always were. But his tailhole was already loosening quite a bit.\n\nLance could feel another orgasm coming on; between Ty's cock in his rear, and his fur titillating his own member, it wasn't far off. \n\n\"Oh, God, Ty, it's coming again!\" shouted Lance.\n\n\"It's okay,\" said Ty, taking Lance. \"I don't mind a little cum in my fur; won't be the first time.\" He bent down over Lance, kissing him again, slurping precum off his cock on the way back up. Ty felt his own cock filling with cum, coming to the verge of spilling into Lance. Lance could feel the slight twinge of Ty in him, and knew what was coming.\n\nWhen Ty came, Lance came with him. Cum splattered onto Ty's stomach, and into Lance's tailhole. Ty came so hard, sperm spilled over through the plug his cock was making in Lance, running down onto Lance's tail. Ty gasped as he emptied himself into Lance. Lance gasped as his second orgasm of the night finished up. He did again when Ty licked off the semen running down Lance's shaft.\n\nTy pulled himself from Lance, grudgingly. There was a slight pop noise when he came out. He still braced himself over Lance. \"That was incredible.\"\n\nLance fidgeted a little. \"Yeah...\"\n\nTy had seen that look at pervious partners' faces; the look when they finally realized what they'd done. He sat back on the bed. \"You don't...regret it, do you?\"\n\nLance rolled over, standing up. He hastily pulled on his track pants, not bothering with his underwear. \"No, I...I just have to go. It's REALLY late.\" He grabbed his shirt, moving to the door.\n\nTy grabbed him from behind. \"When will you come back?\"\n\n\"Um...tomorrow, maybe,\" said Lance, just wanting to get out. He smiled weakly at Ty.\n\nTy's ears went down. \"Ok,\" he said quietly. He knew Lance would NEVER be coming back.\n\n\"I'll be here,\" said Lance. With that, he opened the door and left, closing the door behind him. Ty went to his window, watching Lance walk down the driveway, taking off in a dead run when he hit the street. Ty pressed his paw against the window, tears rolling down his face. He went and locked his door, not wanting his parents to walk in when they got home. He crawled into bed, still naked, balled up, hugging his knees. He cried fully, bawling and sniffling. He sniffed at his stomach, where the smell of Lance still was. He picked up Lance's boxers, the faint smell of him there, too. He cried again, putting the boxers down, and hating himself for being so stupid; why did he expect Lance to be different?\n\nHe fell asleep, on top if his tear-stained sheets, clutching Lance's boxers to his chest.\n\n\nLance quietly opened the door when he got home. His parents were long-ago in bed, and he thanked God for that now. He ran upstairs, going into the bathroom and locking the door. He stripped off his pants and shirt, throwing them directly into a plastic bag. He'd never felt so happy and dirty and guilty at the same time. He stepped into the shower, turning the hot water on full blast. He could still feel Ty between his legs, and having semen still leaking out didn't help. He washed himself well, over and over again, but when he thought he was done everytime, he'd find more seed in his tailhole. He washed all his own cum off, getting the smell of Ty's sweat and fluids off him. \n\nHe stepped out of the shower, drying himself off. He'd gotten as much of Ty's cum out of himself as possible, and couldn't smell his sweat and musk anymore. He stalked down the hallway in his towel into his room. He could hear his parents still snoring in their room.\n\nTaking off his towel, he tried not to stare down at his cock, and what he'd done with it for the night. He pulled on fresh underwear and a T-shirt. He crawled into bed, keeping finding more of the rear of his boxers wet. He cried a little; both for what had happened, and how bad he'd messed it up after. Ty would've been a great friend, and had obviously wanted something more. He wouldn't have been completely against that. But all he thought after was what OTHERS would think of him, how everyone else would react if it ever got out that he'd been pounded in the ass, and let another guy go down on him. All he thought of was himself; he hadn't even said goodbye to Ty, or anything. Just ran for the door. And all after Ty had told him about how things had gone bad before.\n\nHe'd even picked up the phone, called his best friend; thought he would be one person he could tell. But when his voice came on the phone, \"Hello?\", slightly groggy, Lance just hung up.\n\nLaying in the darkness, he couldn't think of anyway to fix this; nothing that wouldn't make it worse, anyway. Ty probably wouldn't want to see him again, and definitely would not want him in THAT way anymore.\n\nHe cried until he fell asleep.\n\n***\n\nFor the next two weeks, Lance had avoided taking the road Ty's house was on for his route; he kept going straight instead. He tried not to think about Ty, but found it impossible. At school, at home, in bed. He'd even been on the watch for him at school, since he'd said he would be starting Monday. All he thought of was the white leopard.\n\nIn the third week, he ran past Ty's house again. But no one was on the front porch. No glasses of water waited. He thought his glimpsed movement of the blinds where Ty's room was, but he couldn't have been sure.\n\nHe felt depressed; both for himself and for Ty. He must've been hurt, feeling alone and betrayed. Lance wanted to go to his house, apologize for everything, say he was sorry and how much he liked him. But couldn't. He could hear other guys at school, calling him a 'fairy' and a 'fag,' and he really didn't want that label. His best friend still didn't even know.\n\nAnd he had that one gnawing question over his head; was he gay? He'd had sex, both oral and anal, with a GUY. And he'd liked it. He'd never had an interest in females, not really, anyway. He would've loved to have been 'with' Ty, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. But he knew he was gay, now. But it didn't concern him as much as he would've expected it to. He liked guys; so what? If it wasn't for the fact he couldn't have the one guy he wanted, he would've been so happy.\n\nBut all he could do was sit and regret what he'd done, over and over again.\n\n***\n\nTy kept waiting for Lance to come back. He'd almost believed he would come the next day, but knew that was a lie; he could see it in the fox's eyes.\n\nIt was three weeks before he spied Lance. He practically jumped up and down; until he realized Lance wasn't coming to his house. He just ran past. He cried a little after that again. But was starting to realize he would have to move on. Lance wasn't going to come back, no matter how much he wanted him to. He was hoping he'd bump into Lance at school, but it was a big place, and so far had no luck. But he'd apparently kept his word; no one knew he was gay.\n\nTy was feeling more and more down until one day he came home from school. No one else was home yet; his parents must've been out running errands. He'd almost stepped on a piece of paper on the ground. He picked it up, unfolding and reading it. It had only two words on it; \"I'm sorry.\"\n\nTy held the paper to his chest. He knew it was from Lance. Maybe it all wasn't over yet; he was still willing. He just wished Lance would come and say it person.\n\nHe had tucked the paper into the frame on his wall of his first partner. Maybe Lance would still come around. He could wait and see.\n\n[b]Part II: Three's Company[/b]\n\n\nThe bell cut loose with its shrill scream as it did every morning at 8:30, signaling the start of the school day. Students made their way to their seats, waiting for the lessons to begin for the day; or going back to sleep, whichever.\n\nLance sat in corner with his two best friends, a collie named Race, and a jackal named Clark. They'd been friends ever since second grade, and Lance was happy to be friends with them. Of the two, he was closer to Race, though. They'd always played together as kids, and Race knew some of Lance's most intimate secrets; not ALL of them, anyway...not yet.\n\nLance had always liked Race because he was quiet, sensitive, and open-minded; something that was rare to find in high school. Clark was almost the polar opposite; loud, sarcastic, and about as receptive to new ideas as a rock. He was also on the football team, but wasn't quite in the 'jock' category.\n\n\"Another fun day, kicking off with math,\" grumbled Clark. Lance and Race said nothing; they were used to these early-morning rants. Math wasn't exactly Clark's strong point. \"I mean, it's not like I'm gonna USE this stuff any day.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you don't use much math at McDonald's,\" said Lance, quietly. Race giggled a little.\n\n\"Shut up,\" said Clark. His job wasn't exactly a desirable one; flipping burgers wasn't very glamorous. Not that any of them had amazing jobs; Lance was between jobs, and Race was a video store clerk. But it brought in money, at least a little.\n\nLance's mind kept wandering, though (not that Clark's rant was very attention-keeping). It had been four weeks since he'd seen Ty now. The snow leopard still was with him, still came to him in his dreams, waking and sleeping. All he could still think of was--\n\n\"Ty Richards,\" came their teacher's voice. Lance felt like a lead weight had been dumped into his stomach. There was Ty, at the head of the class, with the teacher. \"I'm afraid some of the teachers have caught that nasty flu bug, and we're short on substitutes, so he'll be joining us for awhile. Have a seat, Ty.\"\n\nTy walked down the first aisle, sitting in the opposite corner of Lance. Lance watched him walk down the aisle, as Ty stole a furtive glance at Lance, waving. Lance averted his eyes, pretending not to notice. Ty sat down in the back, trying not to look over at Lance. Lance just buried his face in his arms, hoping no one would see his face going red.\n\nLance was barely able to concentrate on the lecture with Ty in the same room now. He felt so awkward, but didn't want to look over at him. He was happy Race and Clark couldn't see his face.\n\nWhen the bell rang, and class was over, Lance didn't want to move. He would have to walk near Ty to get the door. His fear only intensified when Ty started walking towards him. He walked past Lance and to a bookcase nearby, pretending to look in a math reference book, then started walking to the front of the class. On his way past Lance, he dropped a note on his binder. Lance looked at it for a second, then scooped it up and pocketed it.\n\n\"You know him?\" asked Race, looking over Lance's shoulder. Lance jumped a bit when he spoke. He turned around, nose-to-nose with the collie. He was happy Clark was off talking with his sports buddies.\n\n\"Uhh...n-no,\" stammered Lance, getting up.\n\n\"Then how come he's dropping notes on your binder?\" asked the collie, following behind Lance.\n\nLance turned, looking into the collie's deep, brown eyes. He wanted to tell him, about everything, SO badly.\n\nBut couldn't. \"Maybe he wants a study-buddy or something, I...I don't know.\"\n\nRace didn't pursue the subject any further. \"Okay. But he's picking the wrong guy; you stink at math!\"\n\nLance laughed a little.\n\n\"Look, I'll see ya later, after school, right?\" asked Race.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance. \"We'll run a few laps.\"\n\n\"OK,\" said Race, clapping Lance on the shoulder. \"See ya.\"\n\nLance went down to his locker, opening the door and leaning in like he was looking for something. He then opened the note from Ty; \"It's OK. Call me,\" and there was a phone number. He had to stop himself from tearing up a bit. He put the note in the very back of his locker, grabbed the books for his next class, and took off.\n\nIt was several periods before he was back at his locker, and when he opened it to grab his lunch, another piece of paper fluttered to the ground. He opened it up and blushed again. It was in the same hand-writing as the first note; \"You still owe me a topping\" with a little smiley-face doodled next to it. He folded that back up and put it in the back of his locker, too. Ty must've seen him go to his locker at some point, and was apparently willing to forgive Lance. Lance felt so happy inside.\n\nHe looked up and down the hallway, hoping maybe Ty was nearby. But there was no sign of the leopard. Lance sighed, grabbing his lunch and going down to the cafeteria.\n\nIt was always more noisy in a high school cafeteria than anywhere on earth. Lance's ears actually hurt as he made his way back to his usual table. His friends were already there; Gary, a dalmatian, Rick, a golden lab, Josh, a kangaroo, and Chris, a Bengal tiger. Clark was also in the lunch period with him, but Race had a different one.\n\n\"Hey, guys!\" said Lance, sitting down.\n\nReplies of 'hello' came back.\n\n\"I think I failed that Bio test, what do you think?\" said Chris; Chris and Lance were in the same class for Biology.\n\nLance shrugged. \"It wasn't THAT hard.\"\n\n\"Well, you're also a little smarty,\" said Chris. Chris just barely scraped by in his grades. Not that he was dumb, he just didn't study until the last minute, which didn't really work.\n\n\"What was with that new guy in math!?\" asked Clark. \"Did you SEE the bracelet he was wearing?\"\n\nLance sorta looked away, fidgeting. \"No...\"\n\n\"It was this rainbow-thingy that said 'pride' on it,\" said Clark. He waved his outstretched hand up and down. \"I think he's a 'nith boy,' \" he said, putting on a lisp at the end.\n\nThe others laughed. Lance didn't say anything.\n\n\"Oh, c'mon,\" said Clark, \"don't tell me you're a fruit-lover, Lance!?\"\n\n\"No, not really,\" said Lance. \"That just isn't nice.\"\n\nClark rolled his eyes. \"Whatever, man.\"\n\nLance let his mind wander a little, wondering what would happen if he DID call Ty. He was also looking over at Josh, who hadn't said a word since Clark's gay-bash. Usually the kangaroo was the most jovial of any of them, laughing at anything, no matter how much in bad taste it was.\n\nBy the time Lance was done day-dreaming, there was only five minutes left. He wolfed down his sandwich just before the bell rang. It was the second-last period of the day now, and then he could go running with Race.\n\nWhen his last class ended, he was practically charged with energy. He ran down to the gym locker room, changed quickly, and got out to the track. Race was already sitting on the bleachers near the track.\n\n\"Hey, there,\" said the dog, standing up. \"How far you think you can go?\"\n\n\"Wanna go with our usual bet?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"First one to drop buys dinner?\" asked Race.\n\n\"You're on,\" said Lance.\n\nThe two of them took off around the track, jogging at an even, brisk pace. Both of them were on the track team, so neither was going to be quitting any time soon. After a mile and half, they were still going full-bore, albeit drenched in sweat. After hitting the second-mile mark, Race was starting to wear down; he didn't run near as often as Lance did. His tongue started lolling out of mouth, and he was panting hard.\n\nLance was still going hard, looking over at his friend. He never realized how attractive the collie was; long, fluffy hair, a healthy build, brown eyes, and a wonderful mix of white, black, and brown fur. In a word; hot.\n\nBut Lance knew his friend was straight. He'd never done anything, but Race did have a girlfriend for awhile last year.\n\nLance shook his head, trying to clear out those thoughts, and kept running. By now, Race was at least five paces behind Lance, and getting slower.\n\n\"Okay!\" yelled Race, \"I give!\"\n\nLance stopped, looking back at his friend. \"What, already?\"\n\nRace doubled over, putting his hands on his knees. \"Shut...up...\" he panted. Unlike Lance, he was not an endurance runner, he more did the short-distance sprints.\n\n\"So, where're you taking me?\" asked Lance, in a sing-song 'haha' voice.\n\n\"How does Kelly's sound?\" asked Race; Kelly's was a local burger and hots joint.\n\n\"Sounds good,\" said Lance. \"Around six?\"\n\n\"Six-thirty,\" said Race. \"Lots of homework.\"\n\nThey trudged back into the locker room. \"You showering?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Naw, I'm gonna go home and start my English homework; three-page essay due tomorrow,\" said Race. \"I'm just going to change and go.\"\n\n\"OK,\" said Lance, stepping into the showers, \"I'll see ya at six-thirty.\"\n\nLance walked into the showers, hanging up his shorts, boxers, and shirt on the pegs at the front of the shower room, grabbing a towel from the racks. Just before turning on the water, he heard the locker room door open and close; Race leaving.\n\nLance let the water run for a second or two, until it was nice and hot. He stepped under, letting the water sluice down his fur; over his head, down his chest, rivulets running over his crotch, and down his legs.\n\nHe was ready to rub in soap when he heard the door out in the locker room open again. He was curious who else was coming in at this time of day. Maybe the coach, checking to see if anything was left sitting out. Despite being a little mean sometimes, the lion didn't care if Lance used the track and facilities after-school.\n\nLance closed his eyes when he brushed some soap into his eyes. He turned to the faucet, putting his back to the middle of the shower room. He was still rubbing out the shampoo when he heard paws slapping on the wet floor.\n\n\"Coach?\" he asked, still blind, \"is that you?\" He didn't know what the coach would be doing in here; maybe someone else had come in from a work-out.\n\nBut no one answered him.\n\n\"Hello?\"\n\nStill no answer. He didn't get a reply until he felt two arms snake around his waist. He jumped a little.\n\n\"Hey, there,\" came a voice.\n\nLance wiped his eyes clear of soap and looked behind him, right into two golden eyes. \"Ty!\"\n\nTy just grinned at him.\n\n\"How'd you know I was here?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"I've been keeping tabs on you since math,\" said Ty, \"and that wasn't easy, running to your classes after mine to see where you went next.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry I never came back, I just--\"\n\nTy put a finger to Lance's lips. \"It's alright. I know; it's not always easy coming to realize some things about yourself.\"\n\n\"So, what do you wanna do?\" asked Lance, when he suddenly realized Ty was standing behind him nude.\n\n\"I don't know,\" said Ty coyly, \"who's turn was it?\"\n\n\"Well, you got two and I had one,\" said Lance. \"so I guess it's you.\" Lance turned around. Both of them were already hard, and they brushed against one another. Lance reached down and fondled Ty's balls, rolling the furry orbs around in his fingers. Ty grunted a little as his testicles were massaged around.\n\nLance kept a grip on Ty as he sank lower and lower, both of them still under the faucet. He reached back to turn it off, but Ty stopped him. \"Leave it on.\" Lance grinned and relented.\n\nRemoving his paws from Ty's nuts, Lance rubbed his muzzle against Ty's cock.\n\n\"Mrrr...for a second-timer, you certainly know how to please a boy,\" said Ty.\n\nLance said nothing, just licked at Ty's cock-head, playing his tongue over the glans. He teased the rest of Ty's shaft from its sheath, not that it needed much encouragement. Ty reached over and braced himself against the wall, panting. He'd had a few guys go down on him before, and they'd been 'seasoned,' but this was better than any of them had ever been. Lance's tongue was magic on his flesh.\n\nLance let a little more of Ty's member sink in. Ty bucked his hip a little, more from reaction than intent. He didn't think Lance was ready for a face-fuck yet.\n\nLance kept pushing more of Ty into his mouth, slurping up precum that was leaking from Ty's dick.\n\n\"Going for a throating?\" asked Ty, through ragged breaths.\n\nLance had no idea what a 'throating' was, but he was trying to get all of Ty's cock into his mouth. But when he felt the cockhead press against the back of his mouth, he understood the meaning of the term. He tried to keep Ty's cock down there, fully engulfed, swirling his tongue along his shaft. He also brought his hand back up to Ty's balls.\n\nTy was trying to keep his orgasm from reaching its pinnacle; he didn't want this moment to end. But he already felt his testicles churning, and the base of his sheath felt fuzzy. He knew semen was flooding up through his cock. He curled his fists as he spasmed into Lance's mouth. Lance was barely prepared for the rush of salty fluid. He swallowed the first few spurts, the rest dribbling down his muzzle and Ty's cock.\n\nTy gasped in breath, still braced against the wall, water washing away the cum on both of them. \"Wow...\"\n\nLance looked up, licking cum off his muzzle. \"Yeah. My turn again?\" asked Lance hopefully.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Ty, helping him up. Then Ty went around behind him, kneeling down.\n\n\"W-What're you doing?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Just wait,\" said Ty. \"Forgot my lube.\" He grabbed both sides of Lance's rear end.\n\n\"What does that have to do wi--WHOA!\" exclaimed Lance. He shuddered a bit as Ty pushed his tongue into Lance's tailhole. \"What is THAT!?\"\n\nTy pulled his face out. \"Rimming. I figured you were clean enough for it. Don't you like it?\"\n\n\"Yeah...I do,\" said Lance.\n\nTy buried his face back under Lance's tail. He was trying to loosen and slick up Lance's hole for another butt-fuck when the door opened. Ty jumped back to his feet. \"Who's that?\"\n\n\"Anyone in here?\" came a voice.\n\n\"The coach!\" hissed Lance. \"Quick, under that shower, and get the water on!\"\n\nTy jumped under the next shower head, turning it on, jumping at the cold water. He was so sooner 'washing' than the coach appeared.\n\n\"Oh, just you, Lance,\" he said, looking over at Ty. \"Who's your friend?\"\n\n\"Just another runner, wanted to use the track with me,\" said Lance, turning away to hide his throbbing erection. \"That okay?\"\n\nThe coach nodded. \"Sure. I'll leave the keys in the door, just lock up when you leave.\"\n\n\"OK,\" said Lance.\n\nWith that, the coach left.\n\n\"That was close,\" said Lance, turning off the water.\n\n\"I liked it when WE were close better,\" said Ty, throwing his arms around Lance's neck and nuzzling him. \"How 'bout we get dressed and take this somewhere more...private?\"\n\nLance smiled. \"I'd like to, but I promised a friend I'd meet them for dinner. He owes me.\"\n\n\"Oh...,\" said Ty, looking dejected.\n\n\"But I WILL call you tonight, okay?\" he said. \"I promise.\"\n\nNow Ty grinned. \"Okay.\" He slapped Lance on the butt. \"Let's get dressed.\"\n\nLance rubbed his butt, grinning. \"But why would we wanna do that?\"\n\nAs the two of them dressed and left, they had missed one very important thing, which had been there since Race and Lance had come in from their run; a kangaroo, pressed up against one of the lockers, listening to and watching everything.\n\n***\n\nRace and Lance walked into Kelly's. It was one of those retro-style, 60's-diner theme kind of restaurants; but the food was cheap and good. It was a popular hang-out for students.\n\n\"Nothing like paying up on a bet!\" said Lance, sitting down, ordering a chocolate milkshake.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah...,\" said Race, good-naturedly, ordering the same thing. Then they both got a chili-cheese burger with onion-rings; same thing they always got.\n\n\"Ready for next week's meet?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race. \"The thirty-meter is gonna be cake!\"\n\n\"I'm ready for the marathon,\" said Lance. \"Practicing like crazy!\"\n\nRace took a slug from his shake. \"I still wanted to ask you...who was that leopard from earlier?\"\n\nLance almost choked on his own shake. \"I told ya, no one.\"\n\n\"No one? Just giving you notes? Then just happens to walk into the locker room after hours?\" asked Race.\n\n\"I'm sure it was just a coincidence; I didn't even see him in there,\" said Lance, suddenly staring at the table.\n\n\"So what did the note say?\" asked Race.\n\n\"The wha?\" asked Lance, lamely.\n\n\"The note. What...did...it...say?\"\n\n\"Umm...I don't really...remember,\" he said, not even believing it himself; and he was saying it,\n\nRace just leaned back. \"Okay.\"\n\n\"Look, I just--\"\n\n\"No,\" said Race, \"really, if you don't wanna tell me, it's okay.\"\n\n\"I'll...I'll tell you later,\" said Lance. \"Just not here, okay?\"\n\nRace nodded. \"Okay.\"\n\nTheir food arrived then, and the two of them slipped into silence, just concentrating on eating.\n\nWhen they left, they got into Race's car, which they'd driven to the restaurant. They were silent until they got to Lance's house.\n\n\"Okay,\" said Lance. \"I think I can tell you now.\"\n\nRace reached down and turned off the ignition. \"What's up?\"\n\n\"Well...you're my best friend, right?\" asked Lance, quietly.\n\n\"Absolutely,\" said Race, putting a hand on Lance's shoulder. \"Anything you have to tell me, I'm here.\"\n\n\"Okay...but it doesn't leave this car, alright?\"\n\n\"I promise,\" said Race.\n\nLance took a deep breath. \"The leopard that gave me the note...I do know him. A month ago, we...we...\"\n\nRace just waited, quietly and patiently.\n\n\"We had sex,\" said Lance. \"And I LIKED it. Race, I'm gay. I think he wants to be my boyfriend.\"\n\nRace said nothing, just stared at the steering wheel.\n\n\"Race?\" asked Lance, a pit forming in his stomach.\n\n\"It's cool,\" said Race. \"If that's your choice, it's cool. Not like I'm gonna stop being your friend, or anything.\" He smiled.\n\nLance smiled, too. \"Okay. I feel better, now.\" Race reached across the center console and hugged Lance. Lance was a little shocked, but liked it, and threw an arm around Race. When Race let go, Lance opened the door. \"I'd...better go.\"\n\n\"I'll see ya in class tomorrow,\" said Race through the doorway. \"And Lance?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\" he asked, looking back.\n\n\"I'm glad you told me,\" said Race.\n\nLance smiled again. \"Yeah. G'night.\"\n\nWhen the door closed, Race drove away. When he got home, he walked into the living room, sitting down next to his sister, who was three years older than him. in the living room, sighing loudly.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" asked his sister.\n\n\"Nothing,\" said Race.\n\n\"I know that look,\" she said. \"And that is the look Race gets when something in bothering him more than usual. Spill it.\"\n\nHe looked around. \"Are mom and dad home?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"PTA meeting.\"\n\n\"OK...I just found out my best friend is gay,\" he said, feeling like a jerk for blabbing.\n\n\"Lance? So? Is there something wrong with that?\" asked his sister, a little shocked at him.\n\n\"No, no, I mean, he's still my friend...but...it's bothering me,\" he said. \"He's already with a guy.\"\n\n\"Hehe, you're funny when you're jealous,\" she said.\n\n\"When I'm WHAT!?\" he asked.\n\n\"Jealous. Of whoever this other fur is,\" she said.\n\n\"I am NOT!\" he said. \"Nothing wrong with being gay, but I am not.\"\n\nShe shrugged, standing up. \"Say it all you like, but I know my brother; and I know when he's jealous of something. And you might as well be painted green.\"\n\n\"Why would I be jealous?\"\n\n\"Maybe because you wanted the chance to be with Lance,\" she said.\n\n\"That's just stupid,\" said Race. \"He's my friend, not my BOYfriend.\"\n\nShe giggled. \"Whatever, little bro. All I'm saying is, maybe you think about that.\" She left and went upstairs.\n\nHe leaned forward, frowning. He'd never seen Lance like that before. Not until he'd heard he was maybe taken. But he didn't think he was gay either. But when he thought of being with Lance the way this other guy had been, it did make him swoon a little.\n\n\"Oh, man,\" he said.\n\n***\n\nLance walked into the kitchen, the smell of pizza catching his nostrils. There was a box with a note of top if it; \"Pizza here for you. Went out to emergency meeting. Be home at 10. Do your homework, be in bed by 11. Mom and Dad.\"\n\nHe sighed. His parents owned their own law firm, and were out of the house ALL the time. Whereas he usually enjoyed the freedom, he really didn't want to be alone right now.\n\nHe opened the lid on the pizza, but his stomach reminded him of his burger from dinner, and he closed the box.\n\nRoaming around the house, he couldn't land on one single thing to do; couldn't get in to TV shows, no CD's appealed to him, he played XBox for about thirty seconds before turning it off, tried to lay down on the couch and read but couldn't sit still. He wanted to do something. He looked over at the clock; 9:20.\n\nHe got up and was going for a drink when the doorbell rang. Who would be here this late?\n\nHe opened the door and was a little surprised when he saw who was there. \"Josh?\"\n\nThe small-stature kangaroo stood on the front porch, twirling the end of his shirt sleeve around and thumping his large tail. \"Uh...h-hi, Lance.\"\n\n\"What are you doing here?\" asked Lance. \"I can't come out; it's a school night.\"\n\n\"I...I was hoping to come in,\" said Josh, not meeting Lance's eyes.\n\nLance stepped aside, letting the kangaroo in. \"Are your parents home?\" he asked, looking around as he took of his jacket.\n\n\"No,\" said Lance, \"job emergency.\"\n\n\"So just you?\" asked Josh.\n\n\"Just me,\" said Lance. \"Wanna a drink, or some pizza? Plenty left over.\"\n\n\"S-sure,\" said Josh. \"Just water.\"\n\nLance reached up and got a glass down, started filling it with water. \"So, what can I do for you?\"\n\n\"Plenty,\" said Josh. \"I...I saw what you and the leopard did in the locker room showers today.\"\n\nThe glass Lance was filling shattered when it hit the bottom of the sink. \"You what!?\"\n\n\"I was in the locker room when you and Race came in,\" said Josh. \"I was putting some things away for the football team. I was just finishing when the leopard--\"\n\n\"His name is TY,\" said Lance, sourly.\n\n\"--sorry, Ty, walked in,\" said Josh. \"I saw him go in the shower and you two...well, ya know.\"\n\n\"So?\" asked Lance, turning around. \"Come to blackmail me? I thought we were friends!?\"\n\n\"We ARE,\" said Josh, walking over to Lance. \"That's why I was hoping you'd accept what I came to you for.\" He took a deep breath. \"I want to be with you like that, too.\"\n\nLance looked up. \"You...what?\"\n\n\"I want what Ty had with you,\" said Josh. \"Lance, I've known I'm gay for, like, two years now. But I'm still a...y'know...\"\n\n\"Virgin?\" added Lance.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Josh. \"I've never known anyone else I knew for sure was...that way,\" said Josh. \"Until you. I've always thought you were cute.\"\n\n\"That's very nice, but Ty and I are involved,\" said Lance, pushing past him.\n\n\"Is it for sure?\" asked Josh.\n\n\"Well...er...NO, not yet anyway--\"\n\n\"Then what's the harm?\" asked Josh, grabbing Lance's arm. \"Just one time?\"\n\nLance shook free of Josh. \"I think you should go.\"\n\n\"You don't want me tell, do you?\" asked Josh, quietly.\n\nLance turned to him again, shocked. \"You would--\"\n\n\"I would,\" said Josh. \"I REALLY want you, Lance.\"\n\n\"So you'll tell everyone you came onto me? You'll out yourself, too,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Nuh-uh,\" said Josh. \"Just you and Ty; you're the ones that fucked around in the shower.\"\n\nLance looked away. \"You--\"\n\n\"Come on!\" pleaded Josh. He took Lance's face in his paws. \"Would it be THAT bad?\"\n\nLance looked down at the kangaroo, at his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and the point in his pants.\n\n\"I...guess not,\" mumbled Lance.\n\nJosh giggled. \"It'll be good; I promise.\" He looked around. \"But I don't want to do it HERE. Where can we get privacy?\n\n\"My room?\" suggested Lance.\n\n\"Perfect,\" said Josh. He let Lance lead him upstairs. Lance locked the door behind them.\n\n\"OK, foxy-boy,\" said Josh, pulling of his own shirt, letting his muscles come into view. \"Now you're mine.\" He grabbed Lance, pressing him against the door, kissing him deeply. Lance threw his arms around Josh's head, pulling him closer, exchanging his tongue with Josh's.\n\nThey broke their embrace only to get Lance's shirt and pants off. Josh grabbed Lance's cock through the thin fabric of the boxers. \"Ooh, big foxy, too.\"\n\nLance blushed a little. He reached into Josh's pants, over the boxers. \"Well, guess it's all true what they say about guys with big feet.\"\n\nJosh laughed hard, jiggling Lance's balls as he did, and Lance murred deep in his throat.\n\n\"C'mon,\" said Josh, leading Lance to his bed by the cock. Just before pushing Lance down on the bed, he stripped off Lance's boxers. His own pants flew to the ground next.\n\nLance was face-down on the bed, Josh on top of him, his cock pressing into the small of Lance's back. \"Ever been butt-fucked?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance, \"just once.\"\n\n\"Wanna make it twice?\" asked Josh.\n\n\"Don't you wanna lead up to that?\" asked Lance.\n\nJosh paused. \"We can.\" He put his head under Lance's tail, sucking on his balls from behind. Unlike when Ty had licked them, Josh had Lance's ENTIRE sac in his mouth, playing Lance over with his mouth. Lance just moaned as his testicles danced in Josh's mouth.\n\nJosh stopped sucking on Lance's balls and moved up between his legs, legs first. Lance's cock was right in his face. \"Okay, stretch down to the other side.\"\n\n\"What?\" asked Lance, confused.\n\n\"Put your muzzle down between my legs, but leave your cock down here,\" said Josh. \"Come on, I've always wanted to try this!\"\n\n\"What's 'this' exactly?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Sixty-nining,\" said Josh.\n\nLance was somewhat familiar with the concept. He did as instructed.\n\n\"OK,\" said Josh.\n\n\"OK, whaaaaAAAAAA--\" yelped Lance as Josh set to work.\n\n\"Come on, you, too!\" said Josh, resuming.\n\nLance brought his mouth down on Josh's dick, leading with tongue, slicking the way. He tried to ignore the pleasure between his legs, which kept making his feet and hips kick. But he managed to keep getting Josh's cock in his mouth, up and down, licking down the underside of Josh's shaft, pausing at a particularly sensitive bit of skin; he got the clue when Josh's tail wagged uncontrollably and he stopped sucking to give a muffled 'guh.'\n\nJosh had pushed Lance's cock straight down his throat, deep-breathing through his nose. He got so far down, he could actually lick Lance's balls with his cock still in his mouth. But he eventually concentrated on Lance's cockhead, playing his tongue over the sensitive glans. He knew he was getting a reaction when Lance bucked his hips a little.\n\nLance was trying not to flex his muscles, because it hastened his orgasm. He was trying to make it last; it felt so GOOD. Cum kept pushing up through his shaft; it felt like gallons had collected in there. He was trying to push it down again, but felt one little pulse come through his maleness, and then it came in a flood. He felt his orgasm hit hard, spreading warmth and pleasure throughout his entire body. Josh seemed to have a good gag reflex, because none of Lance's load came out his mouth; Josh swallowed the whole thing.\n\nAnd while fighting to not scream in elation, he managed to finish Josh. He pulled his tongue over Josh's 'spot' once more, and felt his cock start to twitch in his mouth. Lance, however, was also better prepared. However, Josh streamed more cum into his mouth than Ty had, and some of it dribbled down onto Josh's testes. Lance bent down and licked if off, taking the opportunity to suck at Josh's balls.\n\n\"Oh, MAN,\" said Josh, sitting up. \"Who knew it was THAT good!?\" He leaned over, licking some of his own semen off of Lance's muzzle. \"What should we try next?\"\n\n\"You ready to go again already!?\" asked Lance, licking the side of Josh's face affectionately.\n\n\"Gonna take all I can get!\" said Josh. He crawled over behind Lance, keeping him in his side. \"Ever rimmed?\"\n\n\"Ty started earlier, but never finISHED!\" said Lance as Josh picked up where Ty left off. He buried his tongue far down in Lance's hole, loosening him up. Lance's tailhole flexed and tightened a little, but Josh applied a couple fingers to help, then a little more tongue, trying to get Lance nice and wet.\n\nLance just went with it, precum dripping off his head. When Josh saw that, he stopped his tongue-intensive preparation and went straight for the fun part. He crawled up closer to Lance and pressed his erect cock against his tailhole. Plunging himself inside, Lance loosened up further rather than tightening again. Lance sighed as Josh hilted himself, his dick rubbing Lance's prostate. That was something Ty had missed, and Lance LIKED it.\n\nJosh was busy humping Lance, kissing the fox up and down his neck, nuzzling him. Then, he reached around under Lance's arm and started to paw-off the obviously re-excited fox. Lance murred, getting pleasure from both ends.\n\n\"Like that?\" asked Josh, his paw moving up and down Lance's shaft in time with his own thrusts.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance. \"Harder, and deeper.\"\n\nJosh did as instructed, pressing himself in until his pelvic bone pressed into Lance's rear. Lance yelped a little, in happiness, not pain. He felt his balls tightening up again, preparing to unload. He closed his eyes in enjoyment when he came all over Josh's paw. His cock flexed several times, spilling another sizeable load over Josh.\n\nJosh was still pulling himself in and out of Lance, feeling his heat mixing with the fox's, feeling warmth rising in his kangaroo cock. He had a vague sense of Lance's penis pulsing in his hand, but ignored it in his throes. He was grunting hard, sweat pouring down his brow. He licked a little of Lance's cum off his hand, smelling the intense scent of it.\n\nWhen Josh was ready to cum, he flexed his cock muscles, trying to hold it in. He managed for a few seconds, which made his orgasm much more intense. His semen spurted up into Lance's behind, warmth spreading across Lance's tailhole, dribbling onto the bed. Josh kept pulling his cock in and out, even as his orgasm was occurring, trying to prolong the moment and the feeling. But, eventually, he was spent. He collapsed onto the bed, putting his arm around Lance.\n\n\"How was it?\" asked Josh, devilishly.\n\n\"Amazing,\" said Lance, still finding Josh's jiz around his mouth. He felt none of the uncertainty from his first encounter; except of how he could face Ty after this.\n\nBut now, he didn't care; he just looked over his shoulder at Josh. \"I am sorta tired, though.\"\n\n\"Then we can sleep,\" said Josh, brushing away Lance's hair from his face. \"Right here.\"\n\nLance kissed Josh. \"I'd like that. But you know, there's still...Ty...\"\n\n\"I know,\" said Josh. \"But this is what I REALLY wanted; to be here with you.\"\n\nLance smiled. \"OK.\"\n\nThe two of them fell asleep, Josh's arm around him, his cock still in Lance's tailhole, they keeping each other warm.\n\n***\n\nTy sat by the phone, waiting for Lance's call. It was after eleven now, and still no call. He was worried; worried Lance had lied again, that he wasn't going to call, that he'd made another mistake. He didn't want to believe Lance was standing him up again; maybe he was busy, doing homework or something.\n\nHe took the phone upstairs with him, falling asleep with it on his chest.\n\n***\n\nRace woke up, yelping a bit, sweat pouring off his body. He'd gone to bed early, trying to get his mind off everything. But his subconscious made him deal with it, regardless of whether he wanted to or not. Images of Lance, nude and beckoning. Race told himself he wasn't turned on, it meant nothing; but the erection and spot of pre in his boxers begged a different case.\n\nHe got up and went into the bathroom, splashing water across his face. He looked into his own eyes in the mirror. At his shirtless chest. At his crotch, that still had his pink shaft sticking straight out. Lance kept invading his mind. Was it a sure thing with this other guy? Did he even WANT to try?\n\nSighing, he went back to bed, getting in and staring the ceiling. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping at all today.\n\nHe rolled over and grabbed the phone from his bedstand.\n\n***\n\nLance woke up slowly, his eyes blurry. He felt Josh's arm still over him, and remember what he'd been doing, and smiled. He still felt the roo's cock corking his hole, as hard as it was two hours ago. He could hear the TV downstairs; his parents were home.\n\nHe reached over and shook Josh. \"Hey,\" he said, quietly. \"Wake up.\"\n\nJosh's eyes opened slowly. He grinned. \"Good morning.\"\n\n\"Not quite,\" said Lance. \"It's after twelve, and my parents are home.\" He pulled himself off of Josh's impalement. He stood and got dressed again.\n\n\"Aww, what a shame,\" said Josh, propping himself up on his elbow, his cock still stiff as a board. \"Wanna go for round three?\" he asked, in a low, seductive voice.\n\n\"I've think you've gotten enough for one night,\" said Lance, throwing Josh's boxers over his face. Josh plucked them off, grinning.\n\n\"Okay, I GUESS,\" he said standing and re-pantsing. He hugged Lance, and kissed him again. \"Thanks.\"\n\n\"I didn't do much,\" said Lance, blushing.\n\n\"You did enough,\" said Josh. \"Ty's lucky.\"\n\n\"Not THAT lucky,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Hey, this doesn't count,\" said Josh. \"Think of it as experimenting. You're not locked down yet.\"\n\n\"Yeah...,\" said Lance, scuffing at the carpet.\n\nJosh kissed him again. \"Out the window?\"\n\nLance looked blank for a second, then realization dawned. \"Oh, yeah. There's an overhang under it. You can get down pretty easy from there.\"\n\nJosh opened the window, slipping onto the overhang. \"See ya later.\"\n\n\"Yeah, later,\" said Lance.\n\nWith that, Josh crept to edge, dropped to the driveway, and was gone.\n\nLance sighed. He sat on the bed, feeling like a bastard for sleeping with Josh. But Josh was sort of right; it didn't count.\n\nAs he was thinking of that, he remembered he never called Ty. He fumbled for his phone, ready to dial, when the phone rang in his hand. He paused for a second. \"Hello? Oh, hey Race! Is something wrong?...no, that's not a problem, we can meet tomorrow after school...is everything okay? Alright, tomorrow. Yeah, at three. Bye.\"\n\nHe hung up the phone, finding it odd that Race would call in the middle of the night to ask him to meet him on the football field tomorrow; Race didn't even LIKE football.\n\nLooking over at the clock, he realized it was near twelve-thirty. Ty was probably in bed; he'd talk with him in math class tomorrow.\n\nHe crawled into bed, smelling of sweat and sex. But this time, he didn't care.\n\n\n[b]Part III: Everyone Loves a Party?[/b]\n\n\n\"TY!\"\n\nLance bolted upright in bed, the single name escaping his mouth. He pried his shirt off, which was drenched in sweat, just the like the rest of him. He was breathing hard, and was wide awake. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand; 4:43. It was still dark outside.\n\nThere was a gentle knock at his door; his mother. \"Lance? Is everything alright?\"\n\n\"I'm--\" he started, his voice cracking a little. He cleared his throat. \"I'm fine.\"\n\nHis mother didn't say anything. \"You sure, sweetie?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" he said, swinging his legs over the bed. He was happy he'd locked his door; he didn't need his mother to come in and see his fur matted in sweat and cum.\n\n\"OK,\" she said, walking back to their room.\n\nLance sighed, putting his face in his paws. It had been such a vivid dream; nightmare, really.\n\nHe'd been back in Ty's room, the two of them making out on Ty's bed. Lance had reached down and shucked off Ty's pants, Ty doing the same to him. Then, Ty had gotten up and helped to his Lance to feet, then went behind Lance to finish his rimming. But when he got down, he came back up, sputtering. He was spitting white fluid from his muzzle. \"What's THIS!?\" he'd asked, disgustedly. Lance tried to put his tail between his legs, whimpering. But Ty had yanked it back up. \"Who have you been with? What dirty little fur have you been with, you cum-guzzling gutter fox!?\"\n\n\"I--\" began Lance, but Ty cut him off.\n\n\"NO! You know what, I don't want to know,\" he said, opening his bedroom door. \"I'm sure you two will be happy together, fucking around. OUT!\"\n\nLance said nothing, just slinked out of the door. It slammed behind him and then everything went black, leaving him alone.\n\nThat's when he woke up.\n\nHe could smell Josh, his body heat amplifying the smell. His fur was stiff in spots with dried semen. He could still taste Josh on his lips. Was a one-night stand worth it? Josh had assured him he wanted nothing more, but what if he lied? What if Ty found out? He couldn't stand the idea of lying to Ty.\n\nHe stood up, grabbing clothing. He knew sleep wasn't going to happen anymore. He opened his door and darted into the bathroom, scared his parents may be stalking the halls still. Turning on the hot water full blast, he stepped under, washing Josh out of him; ALL of him.\n\nStanding in front of the mirror, he couldn't even meet his own gaze. He felt lower than dirt. He fooled around with another guy, behind Ty's back. He'd never had sex before his in his life, now he'd done it twice in two months, with two DIFFERENT guys, no less. This wasn't who he was. He wanted to ask Ty to be his boyfriend. He had to. He couldn't justify 'one time didn't count' over and over again.\n\nIt was five-thirty when he went back to his room. He played video games with the sound off, so not to disturb his parents. He watched the sun rise, his stomach clenching at the idea of math being his first period of the day.\n\nHe went downstairs, his mother making breakfast, his father reading the paper.\n\n\"You were up awful early,\" said his father. \"Couldn't sleep?\"\n\n\"No, not really,\" said Lance, sitting down, nervously playing with his fur.\n\nHis mother set a plate of pancakes in front of him. \"Who's jacket is that on the chair?\" she asked.\n\nLance nearly choked in his first bite. His eyes darted to the back of the chair near the door; Josh's jacket was still flung over the back.\n\nHe cleared his throat, swallowing hard. \"Josh's,\" he said, as off-handedly as possible.\n\n\"Oh?\" asked his mother. \"That's the little kangaroo, right? What was he doing here?\"\n\nLance tried not to blush. \"We were studying. Just studying for a few hours.\"\n\n\"Is that how the glass broke?\" asked his father, not-sternly, more curiously.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance. \"I was getting a drink for Josh, dropped the glass and broke it. I was gonna pick it up before you got home, just didn't have time. I was SO tired.\"\n\n\"Well, it's alright,\" said his mother, getting Lance's father a plate of pancakes. \"No big deal. I'm just curious how Josh forgot his jacket; it was pretty cold last night.\"\n\nLance was wolfing down his breakfast now, anxious to get out of the house. \"I guess--\"\n\n\"Don't talk with your mouth full,\" said his father.\n\nLance swallowed. \"I guess he was just in a hurry; favorite TV show or something.\" He dropped his fork, grabbing his backpack. \"I'll, uh, walk to school today. Bye!\" And with that, he was out the door.\n\nHis mother sat down at the table now. \"Aren't you going to ask him why Josh went out the window, and why he was here that late?\"\n\nHis father sipped at his coffee. \"No, not now. I'll ask him the same time I ask him why he came home so late a month ago, the same time you ask him why his clothes were in a plastic bag and smelled of someone besides him.\"\n\n\"So...never?\" asked his mother.\n\n\"Precisely,\" said his father, opening the next section of the paper. \"As long as it's not drugs, I'm willing to let him do whatever he needs to.\"\n\n\"Maybe it's a girl,\" said his mother.\n\n***\n\nLance walked into his math class, looking around; no Ty. But Race was there already.\n\nRace's heart skipped a beat when Lance walked in. He tried to hide the fact that his pants had tented while he was thinking about Lance showing up. The fox walked to his usual seat, sitting down next to Race.\n\n\"Hey,\" Race managed to get out.\n\n\"Hmf,\" said Lance.\n\nRace looked over at his friend. \"Something wrong?\"\n\n\"No...nothing you want to hear about,\" said Lance weakly.\n\nRace leaned in closely. \"Guy problems?\"\n\n\"NO!\" said Lance. \"And keep that to a minimum, okay?\" Lance shifted a bit in his seat. \"Well, maybe. Problems with ME.\"\n\n\"What?\" asked Race.\n\n\"N-nothing,\" said Lance. \"Just...don't wanna talk about it.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" said Race.\n\n\"So, what is it you want to talk about?\" asked Lance, remembering Race's phonecall from last night.\n\n\"Uh, well, I, um--\"\n\nRace was saved when the bell rang, and the teacher came in. Ty was right behind him, running for his seat.\n\nRace took a deep breath. \"I'll tell ya later, okay?\"\n\n\"...Okay,\" said Lance, turning his attention to the teacher.\n\nWhen the bell cut loose, Lance walked past Race and over to Ty. Race watched him go to the leopard, exchange a quick 'hello', followed by a furtive look around to make sure one was watching, then Lance planting a quick kiss. The leopard giggled and they walked out of the classroom. Race sighed watching them go; that must've been the other guy. He was in shape, good-looking, and obviously willing. How the hell was he going to compete with THAT!?\n\nTy walked with Lance down to his locker. \"Sorry I didn't call. I had a...study session.\"\n\n\"It's okay,\" said Ty. \"As long as you weren't with some other guy!\" He laughed.\n\nLance dropped his textbook he was getting out. \"Er...no, of course not.\"\n\n\"Lance, that was a JOKE,\" said Ty.\n\n\"Oh, right...heheh,\" said Lance, picking up his book.\n\nTy gave him a funny look.\n\n\"Sorry, rough night,\" said Lance. \"Didn't sleep well.\"\n\n\"Well, we could blow off second period,\" whispered Ty. \"And then do a little more blowing.\"\n\nLance grinned widely. \"I'd love to, but I really don't think I can afford to skip. Mid-terms are just a month away.\"\n\n\"Fine,\" said Ty. \"But maybe we can do a little study session for them later?\" he asked, swishing his tail a little.\n\n\"Sounds good,\" said Lance. \"Your place?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Ty. \"Later.\" He walked off towards second period.\n\nLance was still smiling when Ty left, the grabbed his books and walked towards his own class.\n\n***\n\nLance sat down at his lunch table. There was already a full-swing discussion on 'XBOX2 versus PS3' in progress, mostly between Rick and Chris, who had the same argument on 'DS versus PSP.'\n\n\"Where's Josh?\" asked Lance, sitting down.\n\n\"Right here,\" came a voice next to him. Josh sat down with his lunch tray. \"Heya.\"\n\n\"Yeah, hi,\" said Lance, opening his lunch bag.\n\n\"Have fun studying last night?\" asked Josh, starting into a slice of pizza.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance. \"But I think our study sessions are over. I feel pretty good about the test.\"\n\n\"Test?\" asked Clark, quizzically.\n\n\"Uh, yeah,\" said Lance. \"Just some lame test.\"\n\n\"Maybe we can talk about the test later,\" said Josh. \"I still feel a little...unsure about it.\"\n\nLance looked over at Josh. \"I thought we agreed we only had to...study once.\"\n\n\"Maybe we should study for EVERY test,\" said Josh, grinning.\n\nLance stood up. \"Come on, let's go 'talk'...NOW.\"\n\nJosh followed Lance out of the cafeteria.\n\n\"WHAT test!?\" asked Clark.\n\nLance dragged Josh around the corner and into the janitor's closet. \"Not the most romantic place...\" started Josh.\n\n\"Shut up,\" said Lance. \"YOU said it was a one-time thing, and that was it. I'm trying to be with Ty here, and I don't need you fucking it up for me. I DON'T have an interest in any other guys, okay?\"\n\nJosh scuffed at the ground, looking at his feet. \"I'm sorry, I didn't think a little harmless flirting would hurt anyth--\"\n\n\"Well, it does,\" said Lance. \"It's bad enough I went with you last night.\"\n\n\"Bad enough? You can't tell me you didn't like that,\" said Josh. He put his paws on Lance's shoulders. \"You were the first guy I've been with...EVER. You're always going to be special to me now.\"\n\nLance pried off Josh's paws. \"That's fine. But I'm going to be with Ty, and no one else is going to stand in my way. Keep the flirting to a minimum, and don't think you're going to wedge yourself between me and Ty,\"\n\n\"That would be HOT--\"\n\n\"JOSH!\"\n\n\"Kidding! Just kidding,\" said Josh, raising his hands in defense. He kissed Lance lightly. \"I promise, no more, okay? I won't hit on you anymore.\"\n\nLance smiled. \"Okay.\" He opened the door and left.\n\n\"That doesn't mean your boyfriend is off limits, though,\" said Josh, quietly.\n\nLance walked back to the table, sitting down, staring at his food.\n\n\"Where's Josh?\" asked Gary, the dalmatian, generally the quietest of the group.\n\n\"He's...uh...getting a drink, I think,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Awww. I wanted to invite both you guys to my birthday party next Saturday,\" said Gary.\n\n\"Really?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Gary. \"I'm inviting all my friends; I'm gonna invite Race, too. Bring a guest, even; parents are outta town all weekend!!\"\n\n\"Anyone for a guest?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Sure!\" said Gary.\n\nLance knew who he was going to ask.\n\n\"So, next Saturday, then?\" asked Lance. \"As in, a week from tomorrow?\"\n\n\"Yep,\" said Gary.\n\n\"I'll be there,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Great!!\" exclaimed Gary. \"I'm gonna be sure to find Josh and tell him, too.\"\n\nLance sat back in his seat. \"Oh...great.\"\n\n***\n\nWhen the final bell rang, Lance went to get his jacket and head to the football field. He still wondered what Race wanted to talk about.\n\nHe was going out the front doors and rounding the corner when he grabbed from the small alleyway between the two parts of the school building. Warmth spread across his muzzle.\n\n\"Heya,\" said Ty, releasing Lance's tongue.\n\nLance smiled. \"Hi.\" He kept looking out, afraid someone was watching.\n\n\"Don't worry, too dark to see back here,\" said Ty, unzipping Lance's pants.\n\n\"What're you doing!?\" asked Lance in a fierce whisper.\n\n\"It's always sexier with the chance of being caught,\" said Ty, spreading Lance's boxers apart, teasing his shaft out through the opening in the fabric. Despite the cold, Lance was fully hard already, and plenty loose.\n\n\"Oh!\" said Lance, as Ty's mouth moved over his exposed cock. Ty played the rest of Lance's sheath away, massaging the base of Lance's shaft with his thumb, playing with Lace's balls with his other free paw. Lance could hear suckling noises as Ty played his muzzle over the top of Lance's cockhead.\n\nTy eventually stopped with his thumb to push his muzzle all the way down Lance's cock. He pressed his tongue against the underside of Lance's penis, licking up and down. He managed to get all the way to the bottom, then slowly pulled himself off with a little 'pop'. He licked off the precum on the tip of Lance.\n\nLance opened his eyes, which he'd had closed since Ty had throated him. \"Why'd you stop?\" he asked.\n\n\"I just wanted to prime you,\" said Ty. He unzipped his own pants, turning around. \"I don't think you've had a turn at me.\"\n\n\"No, this is true,\" said Lance, hesitating. \"Now?\"\n\nTy bent over, looking up through his legs. \"Now.\"\n\nLance grabbed Ty by the hips, bringing his leaking cock down towards Ty's tail. He lifted the leopard's tail up and out of the way, exposing his pink hole. He then brought himself forward, inching in. His preing head slicked the way for him, making it easy to get into Ty.\n\n\"Little loose,\" said Lance, pushing more and more of his cock into Ty.\n\n\"Lots of practice,\" said Ty, grinning. \"I've done things that would make your head spin and need to sleep for three days.\"\n\n\"We'll have to pick a three-day weekend,\" said Lance, devilishly.\n\nTy laughed, reaching up and starting to paw himself off. His own member was dripping pre-cum across the cement. Lance was still looking over his shoulder, seeing if someone was watching. Still no one had screamed 'OH, GOD!'\n\nHe managed to get his cock all the way into Ty, his warm insides tight against Lance, but not uncomfortably. He then pulled himself back out half-way, then pushed back in, over and over. He kept it going slowly, feeling his cum pushing back up through him. He adjusted himself so that a particularly sensitive spot was pressing against the bottom of Ty's tailhole, which made shivers go up and down his spine. His testicles kept churning, bouncing up and down as he penetrated Ty.\n\nTy was pulling his paw over his dick, trying keep time with Lance's thrusts. He had to brace himself against the wall with his other paw, Lance thrusting farther into Ty; and it felt great.\n\nLance was pressing into Ty faster now, almost unable to control the bucking of his hips. He felt cum collecting in his cock, pressing against his head, begging to be released. He looked around Ty's spread legs and saw the leopard pleasuring himself, gasping from both himself and Lance.\n\nTy's own cock pulsed, and then erupted across the ground, spraying his semen everywhere. He tried to keep the evidence off his pants, licking it off his fingers. His orgasm lasted for nine contractions, each one pumping more cum from his body. When it was done, he still felt Lance inside of him.\n\nBut Lance's own cumming wasn't far behind. He felt a small twinge run from his balls and up his cock to his head. Then, he exploded inside of Ty. This was the first time he'd topped someone, and his orgasm was the most intense he'd ever had. He flooded Ty's insides with cum, feeling his own warmth on his cock, more of it dribbling down Ty's legs.\n\nLance pulled himself from Ty when he was finished. Ty turned around, licking Lance's semen off his cock, slurping it down.\n\n\"That was great,\" whispered Lance.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Ty. \"First time, right?\"\n\n\"For giving butt-sex, yeah,\" said Lance, grinning. \"Is it always that good?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Ty, pulling up his pants and kissing Lance. \"Gets better every time, too.\"\n\nLance kissed Ty back. \"Then let's not wait too long for the next time.\" He looked down at his watch. \"Aw, damn! I promised I'd meet Race on the football field.\"\n\n\"We'll meet up later,\" said Ty. \"Stop by, around eightish, or so, okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance, as they walked out of the alley. \"I'll see you then.\" He ran off towards the football field. Ty just smiled, enjoying watching Lance leave; at least watching his ass.\n\n***\n\nRace sat on the bleachers, looking around for Lance. It was a little chilly, but he wanted to talk with Lance so badly. He was trying to figure out the right words; \"I like you\"...no...\"would you ever want to...?\"...no...\"you're my best friend and...\"...no. He just didn't have the right words that conveyed \"I'm gay, too, and you're cute.\"\n\nHe was ready to give up waiting when he spied Lance come from the small alley that had been formed between the two ends of the high school. What he was doing back there, Race wasn't sure; until he saw the snow leopard emerge with him, both of them smiling at each other. Race then knew what had happened. He looked away, choking back tears. If it wasn't official yet, it had to be close; he couldn't tell Lance how he felt NOW.\n\nRace watched Lance jog from the leopard and head towards the football field; Race started running to the opposite end, not wanting to see Lance right now. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he couldn't do it face-to-face.\n\nHe didn't stop running until he was home, back in his room.\n\n***\n\nWhen Lance hit the field, he looked all around for Race, but didn't see any hint of the collie. He knew he was late, but wasn't THAT late. He didn't expect Race to be so impatient.\n\nHe sighed, walking off the field. Maybe he'd call him later, see what he wanted.\n\n***\n\nTy stepped through his front door, hanging up his jacket and sitting down with a sigh. His parents were already at work, and it would be at least three hours before Lance came over.\n\nHe was ready to go upstairs and play video games when his front doorbell rang. Maybe Lance had come over early.\n\nHe opened the door and on his porch was a kangaroo. \"Hello.\"\n\n\"Hi,\" said the kangaroo shyly.\n\n\"Can I...help you?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said the kangaroo. \"My name is Josh. I'm a friend of Lance's. He'd mentioned you a few times, thought I'd stop by and say hello.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" said Ty. \"Come on in.\"\n\nJosh stepped inside, taking off his jacket. \"Anyone else here?\"\n\n\"Nope,\" said Ty. \"My parents work all night, so it's just me every night; gets a little lonely. I'm glad I'm friends with Lance.\"\n\n\"So just friends, so far?\" asked Josh, off-handedly.\n\n\"Yeah, we...wait, what do you mean 'so far'?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Well, you suck a guy off in the shower, I think it's more than 'just friends,' \" said Josh, moving closer to Ty. \"You could suck ME off in the shower, y'know. Or here, or on a bed, or wherever.\"\n\nTy looked up at Josh in shock. \"What!?\"\n\n\"Well, it doesn't have to be a BJ; I'm up for almost ANYthing,\" said Josh, leaning over Ty on the couch.\n\nTy pushed him off. \"I don't know what ideas you have, but I think you should go!\"\n\nJosh sat back on the couch. \"I get the idea you're gay, and so am I. And I'm looking for a little fun. Now, c'mere!\"\n\nTy stood up. \"No! Lance is my guy, and there's nothing that can change that.\"\n\n\"Not even pictures, plastered across the whole school of you two?\" asked Josh.\n\n\"You don't have pictures!\" said Ty.\n\n\"Really?\" asked Josh. \"There's an envelope at home that begs otherwise,\" bluffed Josh. \"You don't want me to out you two to the school, hmmm? I'm sure everyone will be so understanding.\"\n\nTy fidgeted with his paws. \"That's...you...you're supposed to be Lance's FRIEND.\"\n\n\"And I am,\" said Josh, getting up and touching Ty's arm. \"I want to be YOUR friend, too. Just one night. Is that so bad? We both get something out of it.\"\n\nTy looked at Josh, realizing how good-looking the kangaroo was, not knowing Josh was playing both he and Lance just for a little action. \"Well, maybe...\"\n\n\"No maybe's, c'mon, we'll have a little fun!\" said Josh. \"I'm sure you were with other guys before Lance, right?\"\n\n\"Well, yeah...\"\n\n\"So, what's wrong with one more?\" he asked.\n\n\"I guess,\" said Ty. If it saves Lance from being outed, thought Ty, I can do it.\n\nJosh turned Ty around and pushed him back onto the couch. He took off his own shirt, then ripped off Ty's. He fell over the arm of the couch, on top of Ty, pressing his chest against his.\n\n\"Mmmm, hard already, huh?\" asked Josh, playing his paw over Ty's chest.\n\nTy grinned. \"Yeah, just a little.\"\n\nJosh pushed his paw down Ty's pants. \"Doesn't feel so little to me.\" He parted Ty's boxers, playing with his cockhead.\n\n\"Mrrr,\" said Ty, closing his eyes.\n\nJosh unbuttoned Ty's pants with his free paw. \"Feels good, huh?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Ty, grabbing Josh through his pants. \"How 'bout that?\"\n\nJosh smiled. \"Feels really good.\" He licked Ty. \"How 'bout we get these annoying clothes off?\" He pulled Ty's pants off, followed by his boxers. Then he pulled off his own. They both lay there, naked and looking into each other's eyes. Their shafts rubbed against one another, and Josh poked at Ty's balls with the end of him.\n\n\"How you want it?\" asked Josh, pulling the rest of both their shafts away.\n\nTy looked away. \"However you want.\"\n\nJosh had a predatory glint in his eyes as he reached down, slipping a digit into Ty's tailhole. \"Hmmm, nice and loose in there, I see. Plenty of practice.\"\n\nTy blushed. \"Yeah...\"\n\n\"But not yet,\" said Josh, moving forward and sitting on Ty's chest, his cock dangling right in front of Ty's muzzle; it even brushed against Ty's nose on occasion.\n\nTy willingly bent his head forward, sucking down Josh's cock. Josh threw his head back, growling low in his throat. Ty dragged his tongue across Josh's flesh, tasting his salty-sweetness. Pre had formed in Josh's slit, and Ty lapped it up eagerly.\n\nJosh looked down into Ty's eyes. \"That's good, Ty.\"\n\nTy said nothing, taking a break to lick Josh's balls, then back to his exposed shaft. He propped himself up to get a better angle on it, taking as much as he could into his maw. Josh wasn't as big as Lance, but damn close. He slicked up Josh, then pawed him a little, his fur quickly getting soaked in his own saliva and Josh's precum.\n\n\"C'mon, get your muzzle back on there!\" said Josh. Ty did as he asked, putting his mouth back on Josh.\n\nWhen he did, Josh started to face-fuck the leopard. Ty was a little surprised when he began, but went with it. He put his tongue on the kangaroo's sensitive spot, letting him run his cock over it when he came back into his muzzle every time. Josh pounded into Ty's muzzle, but not too hard; he didn't want to hurt him. His balls kept hitting Ty, but Ty didn't care.\n\nJosh could feel himself welling up with cum. His dick was rock-hard, but he was trying to push it down. He kept bucking into Ty, rubbing his sensitive head against the roof of his muzzle. Ty loved feeling Josh inside, touching the top of his mouth. He reached around, sinking a digit in and out of Josh's hole, imitating butt-sex. He stroked Josh's prostate through the wall of his tailhole. He felt Josh's cock flex a little more when Ty hit him in the right spot.\n\nJosh was in heaven. When Ty had started to finger him, he'd just lost it totally. Pleasure was all over his body. He felt semen spread up through his shaft. He tightened his muscles, and Ty felt his tailhole tighten. He knew Josh was on the edge.\n\nWhen Josh came, he pulled his cock from Ty's muzzle, cumming all over the leopard's face. Ty felt the warm, sticky fluid hit him, and he liked it. He'd only ever had one other facial in his life. He pushed his digit farther into Josh's tailhole, feeling it spasm around his paw. That only amplified Josh's pleasure.\n\nWhen Josh's orgasm had passed, he bent down and licked himself off of Ty. \"You're turn.\"\n\n\"I like to top,\" said Ty.\n\nJosh stepped off of Ty, then lay back on the floor, spreading his legs showing his pink hole.\n\nTy knelt down in front of him. He scooped some of Josh's cum off himself and Josh's cock and spread it across Josh's hole, lubing him up. Josh shivered when it touched him, and more when Ty lay across him. He ran a paw up and down the inside of Josh's thigh, pressing his cock just below Josh's tailhole.\n\n\"C'mon,\" said Josh. \"Fill me up.\"\n\nTy poked him in stomach with a paw. \"In due time.\" He pressed his cock just against Josh's hole, feeling the warm cum he'd smeared there. He felt his aching cock just begging to be fulfilled, to be pressed into that warm spot, and have its out.\n\nHe moved his hips forward, slowly bringing himself into Josh. Josh took in a sharp breath, being the first time his hole had been penetrated. It was odd feeling; he wanted to pucker his tailhole, but resisted. He wanted Ty inside of him.\n\nTy pressed on harder, feeling the kangaroo open up beneath him. Ty could tell this was his first time taking a butt-fuck. But Josh wasn't crying out or complaining, so Ty kept pushing his cock into the little roo. He could feel the semen lubing up the path for him, making it slick and easy to get into him. He was impressed the roo hadn't clamped down at all; he was taking it well.\n\nJosh closed his eyes. It all felt good and hurt like hell at the same time. Ty felt so long and thick; he didn't think he'd EVER get all the way in. But it wasn't really more than a couple minutes before Ty said, \"okay.\"\n\nJosh opened the eyes, looking up at Ty. \"Okay, what?\"\n\n\"I'm all the way in,\" said Ty, smiling. \"I'm hilted.\" Ty moved himself out, then slowly back in again. Josh sighed in pleasure.\n\n\"That feels really good,\" said Josh.\n\n\"I'm glad,\" said Ty, almost forgetting WHY he was doing this. He pulled himself in and out, feeling his testicles knocking against Josh over and over again. He watched as Josh reached up and started to paw himself off; he could see the roo's cock was ready to go again.\n\nTy kept pushing himself in and out, feeling his seed run up through his shaft. It was so slick now from his own pre he was having no problem getting back into the kangaroo. He could feel little spasms running along his cock, and Josh could feel those translated into his tailhole. He knew Ty would be cumming soon, and kept his pawing up; he wanted to come with Ty.\n\nTy's entire body felt electrified as he brought himself into Josh once more. With that final slam home, he felt his semen rush up through his shaft, exploding into Josh's rear end. He sighed with pleasure and relief as he spasmed nine times, each one feeling better than the last.\n\nJosh felt Ty cumming into his rear end, and he then felt his own cum pushing up through his cock again. He came across his own chest, his penis spattering thick globules of his white seed onto his tan chest. His second orgasm felt better then the first.\n\nTy lay down across Josh, then rolled the side, both of them face to face, Ty's cock still in Josh's butt.\n\n\"That was great,\" said Josh, kissing Ty. \"Thank you.\"\n\nTy just blushed, then pulled his cock from Josh. \"I think--\"\n\nBefore he could finish his sentence, there was a soft knock at the door. Ty visibly jumped; who would be here?\n\nHe crossed the room naked, crouching and looking through the blinds on the window. \"Oh, my God; it's Lance! He's early.\"\n\nJosh grabbed Ty's butt. \"So we'll make it a three-way.\" He growled.\n\n\"No,\" said Ty. \"I don't want Lance to know. EVER.\"\n\nJosh grabbed his and Ty's pants, throwing Ty his. \"Then get dressed.\"\n\nTy pulled his shirt and pants back on as the door bell rang. \"Just a sec!\" yelled Ty. When Josh was dressed, Ty went and opened the door. \"Hey, Lance!\"\n\n\"Hey,\" said Lance, stepping past Ty. He stopped dead when he saw Josh. \"What's he doing here?\"\n\n\"He--\" began Ty.\n\n\"--was just leaving,\" said Josh, passing the two of them. \"I'll see ya later, Ty.\"\n\nTy didn't say anything. Josh walked to the door and left.\n\nLance sniffed at the air, catching a familiar musk. And he noticed Ty's still-hard erection in his pants. \"What exactly were you two doing?\"\n\n\"I--I didn't think you'd be here so early,\" said Ty, walking from the living room to the kitchen. \"Guess we can really get going on studying!\"\n\n\"Ty...\" began Lance. \"I know those droplets of semen on the carpet didn't get there by themselves.\"\n\nTy swallowed hard. He turned to Lance, tears in his eyes. \"I'm sorry! H-He can came here, and threatened--and then said--\" Ty sobbed, then ran to Lance and threw his arms around the fox. \"I'm so sorry! I just want to be with you!\"\n\nLance guided Ty to the couch, both of them sitting down, Ty wiping his eyes.\n\n\"Look,\" said Lance, \"you're not all to blame here.\"\n\n\"Yes, I AM!\" said Ty, miserably. \"He said he had pictures of us, and would spread them around school, but it was no reason to do it. I thought I'd have time to clean up before you got here.\"\n\n\"Ty, it's not all your fault.\" Lance sighed. \"He came to me last night, too. Same threat. And I went to bed with him.\"\n\nTy looked up. \"What?\"\n\n\"He said he'd out us both,\" said Lance, now a few tears slipping from his own eyes. \"I didn't...didn't want to, but I didn't want you getting hurt again. I can't bear the thought of you moving away from me.\"\n\nTy sniffled again. \"So...he was just using us?\"\n\nLance gritted his teeth. \"Seems that way.\"\n\nTy put his head on Lance's shoulder. \"I really do only want to be with you.\"\n\n\"I know,\" said Lance. \"And I want to be with you.\"\n\n\"So...you'll be my boyfriend?\" asked Ty, hopefully.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Lance. \"Yes I will.\"\n\nTy kissed Lance hard, hugging the fox close. \"That makes me happier than you will ever know.\"\n\n\"I think I can imagine,\" said Lance, squeezing Ty's butt.\n\nTy wiped a few more tears from his eyes. \"So...should we study now?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance. \"But REAL studying.\"\n\n\"Deal,\" said Ty, giggling.\n\n***\n\nLance got home around eight. Even though it was a Friday, he was dead tired. He unlocked his door and stepped inside. He almost walked over the envelope on the floor. He picked it up, quizzically; there was no name or address or anything on it. It wasn't sealed either, the back flap just tucked under. He opened it up and found a single card inside, with \"From your secret admirer\" written across it.\n\nLance frowned. Was this from Josh? He didn't think so; Josh wouldn't be this tactful or secretive. And he'd been with Ty all day. So who'd left it.\n\nHe went upstairs, laying the card on his desk. It had been one hell of a day. At least he'd gotten Ty to agree to go to Gary's party next Saturday.\nLance picked up his phone, dialing Race's house.\n\n\"Hello?\" a female voice came on.\n\n\"Oh, hey, Mindy,\" said Lance to Race's sister. \"Home visiting?\"\n\n\"Hi, Lance. Yeah, for a little while.\" Mindy attended a college in a different state. \"Looking for Race?\"\n\n\"Yeah, is he there?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Hang on,\" said Mindy. Lance could hear voices in the background, low and furtive. \"Naw, sorry, Lance he's...uh...studying, I guess, doesn't want to be disturbed.\"\n\n\"Oh....,\" said Lance, frowning. \"Well, ask him to call me, okay?\"\n\n\"Will do,\" said Mindy. \"Bye, Lance.\" And she hung up.\n\nLance put the phone down. Race had never turned him down just because he was studying. He wondered what was up.\n\n***\n\nMindy hung the phone up, sighing. \"Still not confronting him?\" she asked her brother.\n\nRace said nothing, looking at the TV.\n\n\"You'll have to see him on Monday,\" she said, \"and the sooner you get this over with, the better you're gonna feel.\"\n\nHe still said nothing.\n\nShe sighed again, exasperated. \"Well, don't expect me to lie for you anymore.\" She left the room.\n\nRace watched her go, then clicked off the TV. He had no idea what he was going to do. Why was he having these feelings NOW? He wondered idly if Lance had noticed the card he'd slipped under the door. He'd felt like such an idiot afterward, but couldn't think of anything else to do.\n\nHe reached over and picked up the phone, dialing the first six numbers of Lance's number, then stopped. He cleared the number and put the phone down. He ran upstairs to his room, sitting down on his bed, trying to will away the feeling of emptiness and pain he felt inside. He didn't want his parents to see him moping over a GUY; it was bad enough his sister knew.\n\nHe rolled over and went to sleep, not bothering to change his clothes. He had no idea what he was going to do, but he knew he couldn't avoid Lance forever. But for now, he slept.\n\n***\n\nSaturday, Race left another note for Lance; he sealed and addressed this one to Lance because his parents would be home. Sunday, he dropped off a package that had a necklace in it for Lance.\n\nLance couldn't figure out who was leaving these things for him. He even called Ty, asking if he'd left the necklace for him. Ty said no, and asked Lance about it. Lance said maybe it was a wrong house delivery; despite the fact it had Lance's name right on it, which he neglected to mention. He also left out the notes he'd received.\n\nOn Monday, Race was absent from school. Lance was worried if he was okay or not; he hadn't called him back all weekend.\n\nTuesday, Race was also gone. Lance tried calling him, but got no answer.\n\nOn Wednesday, Race was back in his usual seat.\n\n\"Hey, there,\" said Lance, sitting down next to him. \"You doing okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race, not looking at Lance. \"Just a little cold, ya know?\" He looked over at the empty spot in the opposite corner. \"Where's the leopard?\"\n\n\"Ty?\" asked Lance. \"Back in his own class.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\n\"You sure everything's okay?\" asked Lance.\n\nRace smiled weakly. \"Yeah, don't worry about me.\"\n\n\"...OK,\" said Lance, not believing him.\n\nWhen Lance got home that day, there was another package for him; this one was a gold-plated watch. He usually didn't wear watches, but this one looked so good. He still couldn't figure out who was leaving these for him.\n\nBy the time Saturday rolled around, he'd received two more notes from his 'secret admirer.' But he shoved those aside; tonight was Gary's party.\n\n***\n\nLance pulled up in front of Ty's house at seven, the leopard jumping in and planting a kiss on Lance. \"Heya.\"\n\nLance smiled, putting the car in gear, and heading Gary's.\n\nGary lived in the more up-scale area of town; he had a three-floor house, border-line mansion. The driveway, front yard, and street were packed with cars already, furs walking towards the house. Lance managed to fit his car on the street, he and Ty walking towards the house.\n\nInside, it was loud, bright, and wall-to-walls furs. A long table was positioned along the left-hand wall, filled with chips, pop, finger sandwiches, and such. In the back, in the kitchen, was the keg and assorted liquors. Gary's parents were gone for the weekend, so anything was fair play.\n\nLance could also spot amorous guys taking their girls upstairs, barely waiting before peeling off clothing.\n\n\"Hey!\" shouted a voice. Gary crossed the room to Lance. \"Glad you could come!\" he shouted over the music that was playing, \"Dave Mathews' Band' on right now. \"Who's your friend!?\"\n\n\"This is Ty,\" said Lance. \"He's still fairly-new to town.\"\n\n\"Hey!\" shouted Gary to Ty. \"Have fun here! Any friends of Lance's are okay with me!\"\n\n\"Thanks!\" Ty shouted back.\n\nGary tipped his glass at them. \"Drink's in the back, food is...everywhere! Have fun!\" He walked off, mingling with other furs.\n\nLance and Ty moved into the next room, away from the music. \"How'd he get booze?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"His brother is twenty-two,\" said Lance, grabbing a fistful of Doritos. \"I'd guess he brought it.\"\n\nTy nodded.\n\n\"You want some?\" asked Lance. \"I'm driving.\"\n\n\"No,\" said Ty, \"I don't like beer.\"\n\n\" 'Kay,\" said Lance.\n\nAcross the room, Race was watching Lance walk in with Ty. He was standing with Clark, and Chris and a few of the other guys, half-listening to them talking and laughing. He'd already shot down four beers, and was on his fifth. He watched as Ty put an arm around Lance, looking like two friends to anyone else. Race was thrilled to see that Lance was wearing the necklace he'd given him.\n\nWhen Race watched Ty walk away, he crossed the room to Lance.\n\n\"Hi,\" said Race, setting his drink down.\n\n\"Oh, hey, there ya are!\" said Lance, turning around.\n\n\"Yeah, I was over there with Clark,\" said Race. He leaned in close. \"Where'd Ty go?\"\n\n\"He went to get something to eat,\" said Lance. \"He'll be back in a second. Why?\"\n\n\"Cuz there's something...upstairs I want to show you,\" said Race.\n\n\"Have you been drinking?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"A little,\" said Race. \"Come on, it'll only take a second.\" He grabbed Lance's paw and lead him upstairs.\n\nAt the bottom of the stairs, Josh watched as the two of them made their way upstairs. He then looked across at Ty, who had a bewildered look on his face when he didn't see Lance. Josh smiled.\n\nRace opened the bedroom door at the end of the hall. \"What is this thing?\" asked Lance, stepping inside. He stopped when he heard the door close and the lock engage. Lance turned around. \"What are you--?\"\n\nHe was cut off when Race grabbed him and kissed him. Lance shook free. \"Race!\"\n\n\"Please, Lance,\" said Race. \"I don't know what it is, but ever since you started being with Ty, I can't get you off my mind! I've never felt this way before until now, but I now...now I want to be with you like that.\"\n\nLance couldn't believe it. This was insanity; he had THREE guys after him now? And on top of it, this guy was his best friend.\n\n\"Race, look, I...Ty is my boyfriend now,\" said Lance, backing up. \"Besides, your STRAIGHT.\"\n\n\"Not any more,\" said Race, taking off his shirt.\n\n\"You are drunk, though,\" said Lance.\n\n\"I still know what I want,\" said Race. Lance was entranced by the collie's tight muscles, and looked across his chest and abs.\n\n\"You're my best friend,\" said Lance. \"W-we can't--\" He tripped and fell across the bed.\n\nRace pounced on top of him. \"Why not? I am your secret admirer.\"\n\n\"You--!?\"\n\nRace grinned and nodded. \"You're so hot, and smart, and sexy, Lance. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather be with.\" He kissed Lance again.\n\nLance looked up at his friend. \"Race, I...\" He hugged Race tight, pulling him down on top of him. \"NO! I can't do this to Ty again!\" He wriggled out from under Race and sat against the headboard. \"I already was...unfaithful once.\"\n\n\"I don't want it to be once,\" said Race, stroking Lance's hair. \"I want you as my own.\"\n\n\"You want to be my boyfriend?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race, his stomach twisting. Lance had already said Ty was his boyfriend.\n\nLance looked into Race's deep, green eyes. \"I....I wanted you as mine, too, but I didn't think you were--\"\n\n\"Well, now I am,\" said Race.\n\n\"But Ty...\"\n\nRace sat next to him, putting arm around Lance, pulling him close. \"You're my best friend in the world; I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. But I do really like you.\"\n\nLance sighed, looking down. \"I really don't want to hurt Ty.\" He looked back at Race. \"But I like you, too.\"\n\nRace smiled. \"So, you'll be...with ME?\"\n\nLance grinned now. \"Yeah, I'd like that.\" He licked Race. \"A lot.\"\n\nRace reached down and fondled Lance through his jeans. \"These pants are in my way.\"\n\nLance looked down at Race, who obviously already was hard. \"Your's too.\" Lance stripped off his own shirt, throwing it away to the floor. Race kissed him up and down his chest, unzipping Lance's pants. Lance murred and reached over and undid Race's. Both pairs of jeans floated to the ground.\n\nThey kneeled in front of each other, hugging hard. Lance kissed Race up his neck, Race slipping Lance's boxers down his butt and stroking a claw along his cheeks, bringing to his tailhole now and then. Lance giggled and shivered; he reached down and yanked the collie's boxers down all together. His pink member was already free of his sheath, but his knot was still hidden.\n\n\"Hmmm, I see what you have your mind on,\" said Race.\n\nLance grinned again, throwing the collie down on the bed. He straddled him, biting him lightly on the neck. Race reached down and shucked off Lance's boxers, his hard cockhead bouncing into view.\n\nLance sprawled across Race, nude, just feeling his warmth. He felt Race slip his arms around him, hugging him close. \"I've always liked you, Race,\" mumbled Lance.\n\nRace smiled now. \"I always liked you, too; unfortunately, it took another guy to make me realize that.\" He stroked Lance's hair softly, his other paw tracing slow circles around Lance's back. Lance sighed contentedly, closing his eyes.\n\n\"Do you wanna?\" asked Lance after a moment.\n\n\"Do I want to what?\" asked Race, genuinely.\n\nLance looked into his eyes. \"Be WITH me.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said Race. \"Yeah, I'd like that, too.\"\n\nLance sat back up. \"Okay.\"\n\nLance moved back, still sitting on top of Race, and eased himself over Race's cock. Race gasped at the feeling of Lance's warm tailhole spreading over his penis. He bucked his hips a little, forcing it in deeper. Lance laughed. \"Little eager?\"\n\n\"First time,\" said Race, also laughing a little.\n\nLance settled himself over Race completely, letting his cock fill his own tailhole completely.\n\n\"What now?\" asked Race, sheepishly.\n\nLance started to move himself up and down, riding Lance's cock. \"This.\"\n\n\"Ohhhhhhhh.....,\" said Lance in a trance-like voice. He felt himself getting stiffer, which he didn't think was possible. His balls started to tingle, and he liked that feeling. He also felt his knot starting to form.\n\nLance felt odd himself; he was used to being lubed up when being penetrated, but it didn't hurt as much as he expected. Besides, Race was started to pre now, so it helped to slick things up. He could feel the collie's knot forming, a bulbous growth at the base of his cock Lance's tailhole kept hitting when he came back down.\n\nLance stopped. \"Roll to the side.\"\n\n\"Huh?\" asked Race, a little breathless.\n\n\"Come on, roll with me,\" said Lance. They both ended up on their right side, Race still embedded in Lance. \"OK, go ahead.\"\n\n\"With what?\" asked Race.\n\n\"Fuck me,\" said Lance, quietly. \"Bury that knot in me.\"\n\nRace did as encouraged, sliding himself in and out of Lance; this felt even better to him. His cock moved easily in and out of Lance, catching small sensitive areas of his shaft on the way out, which made him growl. He leaned forward and bit Lance's neck as he breeded him.\n\nLance could feel his own cock throbbing, and he was tempted to reach down and start pawing himself, but he resisted. He wanted to have all of himself when he returned the favor to Race. Instead, he lifted his left leg, giving Race a little more room to work with and fondled his own testicles.\n\nRace didn't think it could get any better, until he felt his knot form fully, and he rested that inside of Lance. That was a whole new level of pleasure. For Lance, this made his eyes go wide and yip a little.\n\n\"You okay?\" asked Race, stopping. He tried to pull his cock out, but found he was now fully tied with Lance; it would be too painful to get back out.\n\n\"Yeah, that's just a new feeling,\" said Lance. \"But I like it.\" He smiled.\n\nRace grinned and resumed his pumping, having to keep his knot inside of Lance now. Every thrust out brought a tingle of pleasure up his cock to his head when his knot pressed against Lance's hole. He felt semen pressing against his slit, preing like crazy. His heat and Lance's mixing deep inside of Lance's tailhole, making his head spin and he was panting intensely.\n\n\"Nnng,\" he gasped out, as he felt one last tingle, then his cock spasmed hard inside of Lance. He pressed himself into Lance as deep as possible, feeling his balls pull up to him tight as his orgasm spilled his hot seed into Lance's rear end. It felt amazing to him as his penis spurted out cum, his member still hugged by Lance's tailhole. He pressed his pelvis into Lance's rear, feeling his muscle still contracting, pushing more and more cum out, some of spilling past his knot and onto the bed.\n\nLance felt Race cumming in his rear end, the warm cum painting his insides. \"Ooooh,\" he said quietly. He felt his own cum welling up inside of him. He feel Race's muscles tightened up as he pressed himself against Lance, hugging him until his orgasm passed. When it did, Race breathed deeply.\n\n\"Wow,\" said Race.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Lance, turning around and licking him.\n\n\"Does it always feel so good?\" he asked.\n\n\"Better, sometimes,\" said Lance. \"Guess I have to wait for you to settle down before we do anything else.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race, embarrassed now by his huge cock base still plugging Lance.\n\n\"It's OK,\" said Lance. \"I like being this way anyway.\"\n\nRace slipped his arms around Lance again, hugging him.\n\n***\n\nTy was still walking from room to room downstairs, looking for Lance. He didn't see him ANYwhere; it was like he just disappeared. His car was still outside, so it wasn't like he'd left.\n\n\"Hey, there,\" came a voice. Ty turned around and was face-to-face with Josh.\n\n\"Hi...,\" said Ty, pushing past him.\n\n\"You come by yourself?\" asked Josh, following him.\n\n\"No,\" said Ty, still looking around for Lance. \"I came with Lance; he drove.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" said Josh. \"That's weird, though. I thought I saw Lance with Race. They were headed upstairs awhile ago.\"\n\nTy looked over his shoulder. \"Upstairs? For what?\"\n\n\"You only go upstairs at a party for ONE reason,\" said Josh, slyly.\n\nTy looked over the stairs to the second floor, watching another couple of furs going upstairs, kissing and unbuttoning.\n\n\"No, he didn't go up there for that,\" said Ty.\n\nJosh shrugged. \"Whatever. But I haven't seen 'em come back down, either.\" He walked away to the drink table.\n\nTy waked to the bottom of the stairs, fidgeting with his paws. Lance wouldn't go up there for sex; they'd already committed to each other. He trusted Lance totally.\n\nBut something made him put one paw in front of the other and climb those stairs.\n\nJosh watched the leopard climbing the steps from the opposite side of the room. He smiled again, and sipped at his drink.\n\n***\n\nRace pulled himself out of Lance, kissing Lance again. \"Your turn.\"\n\nLance rolled Race over on to his stomach. He could see the collie's balls swinging between his legs, and that him stiffer yet. He pressed two digits into Race's behind, feeling his pucker around them. \"Sure you're ready?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race. \"I want you in me.\"\n\n\"Okay, I'll go slow,\" said Lance, grabbing Race's hips. He pressed his cockhead against Race's tailhole, spreading his own pre around the ring. When he was satisfied, he pressed himself inside, feeling the now-familiar resistance against his cock. But he pressed himself deep into Race, slowly so not to discomfort him. But he managed to hilt himself, getting himself in up to his base. His balls rested comfortably between Race's warm legs.\n\n\"How's that?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Good,\" said the collie. \"Really good.\" Lance's cock was pressing against his prostate in it's current position.\n\nLance slowly pulled himself out, then slammed himself back in. He was breathing and sweating hard now, feeling his semen pumping through his cock. He liked this feeling though, the feeling he'd just had with Ty last week.\n\nWhen he pulled out again, he only went in a little, then back out a little, over and over, quickly, keeping one sensitive spot tantalized by Race's ring. Race gasped a little at the sudden, furious movement. But then Lance resumed his slow pumping, gripping Lance's hips harder now as his orgasm neared; he'd almost been afraid he was going to cum when Race had exploded inside his rear. He kept bucking his hips, pushing himself in and out, his body flooding with pleasure.\n\nRace was digging his paws into the bedspread, looking for something to grab on to. It wasn't that it hurt, much anyway, but it was intense feeling another guy inside his rear end. He bit onto the pillow, biting down hard. He felt his cock leaking again, his knot pushing out again.\n\nLance could feel his cum pushing up and out of his cock; he was so close now.\n\nBut he stopped dead when the doorknob rattled.\n\n***\n\nTy stopped at the last door at the end of the hall. One of the other furs had said a guy fitting Lance's description had gone in here with another male collie. He breathed deeply, knowing he wouldn't find anything in there; probably just video games.\n\nHe twisted the knob. Someone had engaged the lock, but not all the way; the door still swung freely. Light from the hallway spilled in and across the floor, then the bed.\n\nThe first thing that caught Ty was the smell; the musky smell of sweat and cum he knew all too well. Then, he saw the collie bent over on the bed, Lance planted firmly inside his tailhole.\n\n\"Ty...,\" whispered Lance, his face stricken.\n\nTy's face screwed up, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't believe it. This wasn't extortion, or because he was going to be outed; this had been of his own will.\n\nTy felt crushed. His heart dropped into his stomach, and he stepped back.\n\n\"Ty, wait!\" said Lance, pulling from Race. Several furs had gathered in the hallway now. Ty backed out into the hallway as Lance approached him, dripping pre. \"Ty, it's not--\"\n\nTy said nothing, just ran back down the hall, to the stairs. Lance tried to go after him, but stopped in the hallway when he remembered he was naked. He retreated into the bedroom as several furs looked at him in surprise.\n\nHitting the bottom of the stairs, Ty ran for the door, closing his eyes to shut out his tears and his urge to scream. Several furs watched him run past, it already getting out what had happened upstairs. He wrenched open the door, running out into the night. He didn't stop running until he was across the lawn. Then he stopped to sob and cry.\n\n\"Need a ride somewhere?\" asked Josh, leaning against his car.\n\nTy sniffled, wiping his eyes. \"No. Stay away from me. You sent me up there on PURPOSE!\"\n\n\"So what if I did?\" asked Josh. \"Would you have preferred to have been in the dark about it?\"\n\nTy said nothing, just looked away.\n\n\"And who's here for you now?\" asked Josh, approaching him. \"Not Lance, that's for s--\"\n\n\"I said stay away,\" said Ty, quietly.\n\nJosh stopped in his tracks. \"...OK.\"\n\nTy turned and ran down the street. He knew he was miles from home, but he didn't care. He didn't want to be near ANYONE right now.\n\n***\n\nLance slammed the door, locking it and making SURE it was locked now. He could hear furs talking outside the door, and couldn't make out everything, but caught the words like 'gay' and 'fags.' All his worst fears were being realized in a space of minutes.\n\nRace was sitting on the edge of the bed. \"Do you want to...finish?\"\n\nLance shook his head, putting his face in his paws. \"God...\"\n\nRace stood up and went over to him, putting his paws around Lance's shoulders. \"Hey, it's okay. He was going to find out eventually, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but....not like this,\" said Lance. \"I didn't want to hurt him too badly. And now EVERYONE knows.\"\n\nRace licked him. \"If I get to be with you, I'd tell the whole world I'm gay.\"\n\nLance smiled weakly. \"Thanks, Race.\" He picked up his boxers and pants. \"I think we should go.\"\n\nThey got dressed and opened the door to several hopeful eyes, apparently trying to see if the show was over. Race and Lance slinked past them to the stairs, going back down. The music was still playing, but no one was doing anything; all eyes were on Race and Lance. All except Clark, who wouldn't meet their gazes.\n\nNo one said a word as the two of them slipped out.\n\n\"Well, a little preview of how Monday will be,\" said Lance, sourly.\n\nRace hugged him again. \"It's okay, we have each other.\"\n\n\"But who does Ty have?\" asked Lance. \"He's gotta be feeling pretty alone right now.\"\n\nRace said nothing.\n\n\"Don't worry, I do want to be with you,\" said Lance.\n\nRace kissed him again. \"You want to do something tomorrow?\"\n\n\"Um...sure. Call me, okay?\" asked Lance, excitedly.\n\n\"You bet,\" said Race, as they headed for their cars. The two of them drove away. Race felt happier than ever, now that he had someone. Lance was torn; he was deliriously happy Race wanted to be with him, but felt so guilty for the way Ty found out.\n\nHe sighed as he parked at home, sitting in his car, thinking. He was terrified to go back to school now, everyone staring at him, knowing what he did, calling him all those names. Not to mention confronting Ty. And what if his parents found out?\n\nHe leaned his head against the steering wheel, closing his eyes tight.\n\n***\n\nTy opened his front door, beat after walking home for two hours. He kicked off his shoes, not caring where they landed. He went upstairs, falling across his bed. He didn't feel anything anymore except hollow, like there was nothing inside of him TO feel. He wanted to scream, cry, throw or hit something, but didn't. All he did was grab the notes he had from Lance and shredded them, throwing them into the garbage.\n\nSomehow watching those pieces of paper fall into his wastebasket made him cry all over again.\n\n***\n\nRace was lying in his bed, looking at a picture of he and Lance from last year, his favorite picture of the two of them from a camping trip. He smiled as he looked at his new mate, feeling so happy Lance had wanted him. He'd been afraid Lance would stick with Ty, and refuse to leave him. Race did feel bad for the leopard, but was still happy Lance hadn't turned him down.\n\nHe rolled over and turned off his light, and for once had happy dreams; of he and Lance together.\n\n[b]Part IV: Going Under[/b]\n\n\nLance looked up at the school, breathing heavily. He was already fifteen minutes late, and that had been when he 'accidentally' forgot his homework and made his father drive him back home for it, while he 'searched' for it in his room, where he actually sat on his bed and hugged his knees.\n\nHe walked through the front doors and made his way to the second floor. The door to his math class was closed, and he briefly entertained thoughts of hiding in the bathroom. But, he opened the door and walked in.\n\nEveryone looked at him as he walked in and he froze for a moment, the teacher pausing slightly before going on. He walked to the back and over to his seat next to Race. When he got to his desk he found a single of paper with 'FAG!' scrawled across it. He brushed it aside indifferently. Race watched him as he sat down.\n\nLance looked behind him at the seat where Clark usually sat; his seat had been empty since Monday, five days ago. After the party, Clark hadn't talked to Lance or Race. He was sitting in the front of the class, and wouldn't even look at them. Most people wouldn't, unless they were pointing and whispering.\n\nLance remembered the first conversation he'd had with Ty, and what he'd asked; \"Are there many homophobes in your school?\" Lance hadn't thought so, but now that he had a different perspective, he knew otherwise.\n\nWhen the class ended, he and Race stood and walked out together; Clark was already long gone.\n\n\"I didn't think you'd be coming,\" said Race quietly.\n\n\"I was here the rest of the week,\" said Lance, \"what's one more day?\"\n\n\"Well, it hasn't been the easiest week,\" said Race. \"I know what happened Tuesday.\"\n\nTuesday night, Lance's house had been spraypainted with things such as 'faggot' and 'cocksucker' and 'Race + Lance.' His parents had been horrified, and had wanted to know who would do such a thing. Lance said he had no idea why he'd be a target of such an act, or who had done it.\n\n\"It's nothing,\" said Lance, sadly, as they walked towards Lance's locker.\n\n\"Have you seen--\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nTy hadn't been in school all week. Lance hadn't seen the leopard around at all. He tried to call him, even went to his house after a few days, but there was no answer; Lance didn't really blame him, either. Lance had been out with Race every night since Saturday. He loved being with Race, and doing things with him. But guilt still gnawed at his gut and conscience, and he couldn't shake it.\n\nLance grabbed his books, slamming his locker. \"I guess I'll see ya later.\" He looked at the ground glumly.\n\nRace grabbed his paw. \"Come on.\"\n\nRace led him down the hall and to the boys' bathroom. He shoved Lance inside as the next-class bell rang.\n\n\"Should be pretty quiet, now,\" said Race, dropping his books and shoving Lance against the sinks, kissing him on the muzzle.\n\n\"MMmmf!\" said Lance, dropping his own books. \"What're you doing? We can't do this HERE!\"\n\n\"Why not?\" asked Race, grinning. \"I don't need a full-on fuck; we can just make-out a little.\" He slid his paws up Lance's shirt.\n\nLance put his arms around the collie. \"Mmmm....I guess I can handle that.\" He licked Race.\n\nRace kissed Lance up and down his neck, putting his paws on Lance's butt. Lance still hugged Race furiously, crying a little now.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" asked Race, pulling back.\n\n\"Nothing...everything,\" said Lance, sobbing a bit.\n\n\"It's Ty, isn't it?\" asked Race.\n\n\"Yeah....,\" said Lance. \"I wanted to pretend I had everything figured out, but I don't.\"\n\nRace tipped Lance's muzzle up. \"Let me be the first to say I don't know everything either. But I know I do like you... a lot.\"\n\nLance smiled a little. \"I know. And I'm glad we're together now, but...there are still things I don't feel right about.\"\n\nRace pried Lance's arms off him. \"I'll wait as long as you want; I'll always be around. Until then, I just like to spend time with you. When you get everything sorted out, let me know, 'kay?\"\n\nLance nodded, wiping away tears.\n\nRace kissed him again. \"Later.\"\n\nHe opened the door and left, and Lance was all alone. He sighed, thinking about Ty again. How could he talk to him if he wouldn't even answer the phone?\n\nHe grabbed all his books again and slipped back into the hallway.\n\n***\n\nLunch period was nothing short of hellish.\n\nSince Monday, Lance had gotten the clear hint that he was unwelcomed at his usual table; generally by the fact that they'd kicked away all the extra chairs once the rest of them had sat down. With tail between his legs and ears flat, he ended up by himself.\n\nHe hated being the school outcast. Furs whispered around him, but he could still catch bits of the conversations; \"That's the guy, right?\" \"Yeah, the gay one.\" He grit his teeth, unable to take this. He didn't like being called all these names, being the topic of discussion behind his back. Even his 'friends' were pointing at him.\n\nLance stood up, leaving his tray on the table, and walked out of the cafeteria. He was so enraged, he nearly bumped into Mr. Larnby, one of the school counselors. \"Whoa, there,\" said Mr. Larnby. \"What's the rush?\" asked the elder wolf.\n\n\"....sorry,\" mumbled Lance, walking on.\n\n\"Wait,\" said Mr. Larnby, \"where're you going?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" said Lance, \"anywhere but in THERE!\"\n\nMr. Larnby smiled sadly. \"Come on, you can sit in my office, if you like.\"\n\nLance hesitated for a moment, then allowed the wolf to guide him along.\n\nMr. Larnby sat at his desk, Lance pulling up a chair, not looking at him.\n\n\"So....anything you want to get off your chest?\" he asked.\n\nLance said nothing.\n\n\"It's okay,\" said Mr. Larnby, \"no one will ever know what you say in here; I promise.\"\n\n\"Not even my parents?\" asked Lance.\n\n\"Not unless you want them to,\" said Mr. Larnby.\n\n\"I don't,\" said Lance, emphatically.\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\nLance took a deep breath. \"Last Saturday, everyone found out I'm gay.\"\n\nMr. Larnby said nothing.\n\n\"Now everyone knows that I'm gay, and the two guys I've been...with,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Does that bother you?\" asked Mr. Larnby.\n\n\"That I'm gay?\"\n\n\"That anyone knows.\"\n\nLance fidgeted. \"A little. I'm gonna get branded a fag and a queer, and anyone who doesn't think that way will go along with it to avoid being lumped in with me.\"\n\nMr. Larnby nodded.\n\n\"And I hurt the one guy...badly,\" said Lance. \"We were going to be...together, y'know, dating, then I ended up with another who I feel just as strongly for.\"\n\nMr. Larnby said nothing still.\n\n\"You must think I'm horrible,\" said Lance, quietly.\n\n\"No,\" said Mr. Larnby, \"I think you're just exploring something new. You think you're the first gay boy to cross this office? Or the first with a love triangle going on, gay or otherwise?\"\n\n\"...I guess not,\" said Lance.\n\n\"You need to find out what YOU want; what will make Lance happy. Everything else will become secondary. If you're gay, and like that, and it's who you are, then that is what you must be. As far as relationships go, well, only you can answer that, I'm afraid. As far as other students go, I can't help you there, either. High school is not known for being an open-minded environment.\"\n\nLance laughed mirthlessly.\n\n\"Just don't give up,\" said Mr.Larnby. \"Don't crawl into your cage and hide. They're going to mock you until they've broken you; don't let them. The strong prey on the weak just to boost themselves up; you'd be surprised how many of them are just as insecure about things in their lives, their sexuality included.\"\n\nLance grinned a little.\n\n\"And can I make one more suggestion?\" asked Mr. Larnby.\n\n\"I guess,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Talk with your parents about it,\" said Mr. Larnby. \"They may be more understanding than you think.\"\n\nLance looked away, his eyes full of worry. \"But--\"\n\n\"Just think about it,\" said Mr. Larnby. \"You feel better?\"\n\n\"A little,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Want me to write you a pass to class, or would you like to stay here?\" asked Mr. Larnby.\n\n\"Can I stay here?\" asked Lance.\n\nMr. Larnby smiled. \"Stay as long as you like. \"I'll be back in awhile.\" He stood and left.\n\nLance went to a couch he had in the corner and stretched out, feeling a little safer now. His mind was still going, but he felt himself drifting off to sleep.\n\n***\n\n\"Hey,\" came a voice, \"wake up.\"\n\nLance opened his eyes a little, seeing Mr. Larnby.\n\n\"You slept a little long,\" said the wolf.\n\n\"What time is it?\" asked Lance, sitting up.\n\n\"Little after five,\" said Mr. Larnby. \"I have to leave for the day, now.\"\n\n\"OK,\" said Lance, yawning and getting up. \"Um...thank you for--\"\n\n\"It's alright,\" said Mr. Larnby. \"Anytime you want to stop by, feel free.\"\n\nLance nodded. \"I will.\"\n\nLance and Mr. Larnby parted ways in the hall, Lance walked towards his locker for his jacket. He felt weird being in school after-hours; most of the lights had been turned off, and this time of year not much natural light was filtering in.\n\nWhen he hit the hall with his locker, he froze. He would've sworn he heard voices and furtive footsteps, and he was certain he heard a door close. He looked down the hall, cocking his ears. But he didn't catch anything else.\n\nHe moved down the hall slowly, getting to his locker. He still didn't see anyone else nearby. After putting his stuff away, he closed the door.\n\nAs he did, he felt two burly arms snake around him; one his neck, the other his mouth. He felt another set grab his waist. He tried to kick, but was lifted clean off the ground. He was dragged down the hall and into the bathroom, the same he and Race had been in earlier. The lights were off, just the dying sunlight filtering in through the window.\n\nLance was tossed unceremoniously to the floor. He coughed as the wind was knocked from him. He tried to get up, but was forced back down. \"Don't move, faggot,\" sneered a voice. Lance whimpered, but didn't move. Someone grabbed him by the neck and yanked him to his feet. \"Been waiting all day for your queer ass.\" Lance could make out two more figures in the gloom; all that was obvious about them was the varsity 'L' on their jackets. Football players.\n\nLance was punched across the face, the fist landing just above his right eye. His head spun, and he felt blood seep into his fur. \"Damn fairies. Why can't they keep you away from us normal furs?\" One of the others stepped forward and punched Lance now.\n\nThey dropped Lance on his feet, and punched him in the gut. Lance fell forward, coughing. He tried to scream, but couldn't get a breath. He was on his hands and knees, feeling like he'd been hit with a sledge hammer.\n\nIn the darkness, he heard a zipper being undone. The jock who'd picked him up, who Lance could now make out as a lion, was poking his erect cock through his pants. \"You like sucking dick, huh? How 'bout this one? Wanna take this in your mouth?\"\n\nLance whimpered, which was followed by a swift kick into his ribs. \"C'mon, cocksucker!\"\n\nLance opened his mouth, but started to yell. He was cut off by another shot in the ribs. He held his side painfully.\n\n\"Don't make this harder than it has to be, gay-boy,\" sneered the lion. He held his member in his paw. \"Let's go.\"\n\nLance grit his teeth, blinking back tears. Wasn't anyone going to help him?\n\nThe lion grabbed his neck again and brought Lance's muzzle inches from his throbbing cock. Lance whimpered again, and took the swollen member into his mouth. He gagged at the idea of sucking some strange fur's cock, but didn't have much choice.\n\n\"That's right, faggot. All you gay motherfuckers are good for is head,\" said the lion, pressing on the back of Lance's head, pushing his muzzle down further. Lance's eyes went wide when he throated the lion's cock, but managed to hold back his gagging.\n\n\"How 'bout I get a turn?\" asked one of the other jocks, a Doberman.\n\nThe lion growled with pleasure. \"Sure.\"\n\nLance watched the doby from his peripheral vision until he disappeared behind Lance. Lance felt his belt being undone, and then his boxers and pants get yanked down. Lance tucked his tail down between his legs and much as possible, but the doby roughly yanked it up. \"No, no,\" he said. \"Hey, check out the boner on this fox! He's likin' this!\"\n\nThe lion looked down at Lance. \"Turnin' ya on to suck a dick this big, huh?\"\n\nLance said nothing as he blinked back tears. He shut his eyes tight when he felt the doby penetrate him, pushing his massive cock into Lance's tailhole, roughly and fast. Lance was being penetrated from both ends, feeling pain spread through his lower body as the doby thrust in and out of him. He'd never had such a painful and humiliating moment in all his life. Tears were flowing freely now.\n\nThe doby behind Lance kept pushing in further with each thrust, but didn't tie with Lance; either he didn't let his knot slip in, or pulled it back out, which defined 'pain' in a whole new way for Lance. Lance kept trying to distract himself on the big cat's cock; he licked his tongue up and down, playing it over his swollen cockhead. The lion laughed and stroked his own balls. Lance could see them pulling up closer to his body, which meant his ejaculation was imminent.\n\n\"That's right, foxy, I'm gonna cum right inside that pretty mouth of your's,\" said the lion, grimly. \"I can...feel it...\"\n\nLance could also feel the doby swollen up painfully, who was growling and breathing heavily as he kept himself centered on Lance's rear end. The third jock hadn't moved from the shadows and kept himself hidden well.\n\nWhen the lion came, it was a huge load; more than Ty or Josh had been. It filled his mouth in one spasm, cum dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. The lion growled softly as he came into Lance.\n\nAs the lion came, Lance felt the doby's penis spasm inside his tailhole. Without his knot there, it was spilling down Lance, past the underside of his testicles, and down the inside of his legs. The doby kept humping Lance even as he came.\n\nThe lion's orgasm finished off, gobs of semen all over Lance and the floor.\n\n\"Clean me off,\" said the lion forcefully. Lance did as instructed and licked the lion's cock clean of semen, swallowing most of it by habit.\n\nWhen Lance was finished, the lion tucked his cock back inside his pants and zipped up. \"Damn, better head than my girlfriend gives,\" he said. The doby pulled his cock from Lance, and Lance felt nothing but pain inside himself. The doby walked back in front of Lance.\n\n\"Wanna turn?\" the lion asked the last figure.\n\nNo reply.\n\n\"Well, alright, I can understand,\" said the lion. He picked Lance up again. \"Listen, little faggy, tell anyone who did this to you, and kiss your boyfriend good-bye, alright?\"\n\nLance cried more.\n\n\"UNDERSTAND!?\" raged the lion.\n\nLance nodded meekly.\n\n\"Okay,\" he said. He kneed Lance in the gut and punched him across the face again. He let Lance drop, and Lance curled up when he hit the floor, moaning.\n\n\"Let's go,\" said the lion, and the trio left.\n\nLance sobbed on the floor, both from pain and embarrassment. He wanted to die at that moment; he still had the lion's cum on his face, and the doby's in his ass. His ribs hurt, and he felt blood drying on his fur. He tried to yell for help again, but couldn't; all he felt was blackness creeping in on him.\n\nIt would be three hours before his body was discovered.\n\n***\n\nThe elevator dinged and Race practically ran off the elevator to the reception desk. Since he'd gotten the message from his sister that Lance was in the hospital, he couldn't get here fast enough. Apparently Race's number had been one of the only ones Lance had had on him.\n\nHe stopped at the service desk. \"Where's Lance!?\" he yelled at the desk nurse.\n\nThe golden lab on duty looked up at him slowly. \"And who might you be? Only Lance we have here is a fox.\"\n\n\"I'm his best friend,\" said Race, heatedly.\n\nThe nurse calmly flipped over a sheet, like she had a hundred times before. \"Parents and family members only for now. No friends.\"\n\n\"But...I...I was called, they said to come down right away,\" said Race.\n\n\"Probably your's was the only number on him,\" said the nurse. \"Have a seat, sir.\"\n\nRace put his head down. \"What...what if I said I was his boyfriend?\"\n\nThe nurse looked at him critically. \"Are you?\"\n\n\"...Yes,\" said Race, slowly.\n\n\"Then you may not want to see him anyway,\" said the nurse delicately.\n\n\"Why not!?\" asked Race, his stomach dropping like a weight.\n\n\"He's...pretty beat-up,\" said the nurse.\n\n\"I HAVE to see him,\" said Race. \"Please...\" he begged.\n\nThe nurse sighed. \"If it wasn't for the fact we couldn't reach his parents, I would say emphatically no, but...\" She looked over her shoulder. \"Last room on the left.\"\n\nRace smiled. \"Thank you.\" He ran down the hallway.\n\nWhen he hit the room, he looked through a window first and gasped.\n\nLance was laying in the bed, tubes feeding up through his nose. His fur had been cleaned up, but Race could see his eye was swollen and cuts under his fur.\n\n\"Who are you?\" asked a voice.\n\nRace spun and came face-to-face with a tiger doctor.\n\n\"I'm--\" started Race.\n\n\"With him?\" asked the doctor gently, motioning at Lance.\n\nRace nodded. He was going to ask what had happened when the elevator at the end of the hall dinged again. The doors opened, and Race couldn't believe his eyes as a snow leopard walked into view. Ty stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Race. It looked like he was going to jump back on the elevator, but walked towards Race, ignoring the desk nurse.\n\n\"Where...is he?\" asked Ty, as he approached Race. When the nurse saw him walk to Race, she stopped yelling.\n\n\"In there,\" said Race, pointing, not meeting his gaze. \"Now, what did happen to him?\"\n\nThe doctor cleared his throat. \"I really shouldn't release that information before his parents arrive. In fact, I can't even let you in before they arrive. Would you know their number?\"\n\n\"...Yeah,\" said Race. He gave the doctor their work number, and he was gone.\n\nRace turned to Ty, said nothing, and sat down in a chair next to the door. Ty sat next to him, out of force, not choice.\n\n\"So, why're you here?\" asked Race.\n\n\"They called me,\" said Ty, \"probably thinking I was a home number. I...I came down when I heard he was in the hospital.\"\n\n\"Even after last Saturday?\" asked Race.\n\nTy was silent. \"Yes,\" he said, finally.\n\n\"You know, neither one of us meant to--\"\n\n\"I know,\" said Ty, cutting him off.\n\nRace said nothing further.\n\nIt wasn't long before Lance's parents showed up, almost running down the hall themselves. They dashed past Race and Ty to the doctor, talking quietly to him. The doctor led them into Lance's room, and Race and Ty couldn't hear anything. All they could do was watch Lance's mother cry as the doctor spoke.\n\nAs they crowded around his bed, Race was briefly aware of another presence. He hadn't noticed until he was practically on top of them.\n\n\"Josh?\"\n\nThe kangaroo sheepishly stepped forward, inch by inch.\n\n\"YOU!?\" raged Ty. \"How the hell can you even THINK of coming here!?\"\n\n\"I...I...heard from Race's sister when I called him,\" said Josh, quietly. \"I was worried--\"\n\n\"Oh, so NOW you're worried!?\" asked Ty. \"You weren't worried when your little ploys to tear us apart were in effect!?\"\n\n\"Huh?\" asked Race, looking at Josh.\n\n\"He basically blackmailed us into sex with him,\" said Ty. \"But then YOU come along, anyway, so it didn't really matter.\"\n\n\"Hey, you can't blame it all on me!\" said Race, defensively.\n\n\"Why not!? You did sleep with him, too!\" shouted Ty. \"As far as I'm concerned, you're BOTH to blame he isn't MINE.\"\n\n\"So he likes me better, and I'm to blame? Is that right?\" asked Race.\n\nTy said nothing, just looked away.\n\n\"We--\" started Josh, but was cut off when the door opened, and Lance's parents came out of the room.\n\n\"Thank you for coming down, boys,\" said Lance's father. \"You can go in, if you like.\"\n\nNone of them met the parents' eyes. They just shuffled past and into the room.\n\n\"So what did happen?\" asked Race to the doctor when they went in. \"NOW can you tell us?\"\n\nThe doctor sighed. \"Your friend was severely beaten and raped; we found traces of semen on his face and in his anus. There was severe tearing of the tissue, and one of his ribs was broken. He also has several cuts and bruises across him.\"\n\n\"God...,\" breathed out Race. Ty and Josh said nothing. \"Do you know who did this?\"\n\nThe doctor shook his head. \"This age, DNA samples wouldn't be on file. And being a hate crime, the school will bury this.\"\n\n\"Hate crime?\" asked Race.\n\n\"Well, you claim to be his boyfriend; either he's gay or bi,\" said the doctor, bluntly.\n\nRace said nothing.\n\n\"The school won't be in a hurry to put in the paper that one of their students was raped because he was gay,\" said the doctor.\n\nThe collie balled up his fists, because he knew it was true.\n\n\"Right now he's still unconscious,\" said the doctor. \"I need to go talk with his parents, excuse me.\" The doctor opened the door and left.\n\nTy approached the bed first. \"Lance? Can you hear us?\"\n\n\"He can't,\" said Race, walking over to the other side. \"You heard the doctor, he's unconscious.\"\n\nTears slipped off Ty's face, falling on the bed sheets. \"I'm sorry, Lance...\" He turned and left. Josh looked at Race, then followed Ty out.\n\n\"Hey, wait,\" said Josh. \"Where're you going?\"\n\n\"Away,\" said Ty. \"There's no place for me here anymore.\"\n\nJosh grabbed his paw gently. \"That's not true.\"\n\nTy looked back at him oddly.\n\nJosh grinned crookedly. \"There's a spot right here. The first time I spent with you, I knew I liked you. At first, I admit, it was just to get a quick time of it, but after...I realized how much I really do want you.\"\n\nTy's frown softened a bit. \"Josh...\"\n\n\"I mean it; you really are something special,\" said Josh. \"I wouldn't mind a real date.\"\n\nTy took Josh's other paw, holding it softly. \"I guess...maybe...even though you did--\"\n\n\"I know, I was stupid,\" said Josh. \"But, would you forgive me? Please?\"\n\nTy looked at the ground for a moment. \"Okay, I'll try.\"\n\nJosh smiled and threw his arms around Ty. \"It feels better to have someone for real than just for one night.\"\n\nTy hugged him back. \"You're not going to leave, are you?\"\n\n\"Like Lance?\" asked Josh, looking into Ty's eyes.\n\n\"Yeah...\"\n\nJosh shook his head. \"Never, I promise.\"\n\nTy smiled bigger. \"Okay.\"\n\n***\n\nRace sat on the edge of the bed, holding Lance's paw. He jumped a little when Lance's eyes cracked open.\n\n\"Hey,\" said Race.\n\n\"Hey,\" said Lance, weakly. \"W-where am I?\"\n\n\"Hospital,\" said Race. \"You remember what happened?\"\n\nLance nodded slightly. \"Too well. Race...I was...\"\n\n\"Shh. I know,\" said Race, stroking Lance's head. \"I know. It'll be OK.\"\n\n\"I don't know how,\" said Lance. \"Everything is so fucked up, and I--\"\n\n\"--have me,\" said Race, squeezing his paw.\n\n\"I...I wanted to die,\" said Lance. \"I didn't want to live after that.\"\n\n\"Don't say that!\" hissed Race. \"Not ever.\"\n\nLance said nothing. \"And Ty?\"\n\nTy and Josh walked back in. \"Is right here,\" said Ty.\n\nLance's eyes dropped.\n\nTy came over to his other side. \"It's okay...everything is okay now, we're all here for you.\"\n\nLance glared at Josh. \"What about him?\" he asked as angrily as his energy allowed.\n\nTy threw an arm around Josh. \"We're working things out. I guess you and me just weren't meant to be.\"\n\nLance looked over at Race. \"I guess not.\" Race grinned. \"So you all came just for me?\"\n\n\"Yes, you big lug,\" said Race. \"Just because we all give a shit.\"\n\nLance smiled again.\n\n\"I knew you'd been calling,\" said Ty. \"I just...couldn't...\"\n\n\"I don't blame you,\" said Lance. \"I hurt you badly. And I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Speaking of hurt, do you know the guys that did this to you?\" asked Race.\n\nLance hesitated for a second, then shook his head. \"No, I didn't get a...good look.\"\n\n\"Lance...,\" started Race.\n\n\"Race, please,\" said Lance. \"I didn't see them.\"\n\nRace nodded. \"Okay, I believe you.\"\n\n\"I did,\" said a voice from the doorway. They all turned and looked.\n\n\"Clark?\" asked Race. \"What are you doing here?\"\n\n\"I saw Lance getting taken from the school,\" said Clark. \"I was there after school. And I also heard who did it. They were bragging about it.\"\n\n\"Who!?\" asked Race.\n\n\"Guys on the football team,\" said Clark. \"I heard them bragging.\"\n\n\"Where?\" asked Race, hotly. \"I swear to God, I'll fucking kill them.\"\n\n\"Settle down,\" said Clark, \"I already gave their names to the police.\"\n\n\"It was you, wasn't it?\" asked Lance, weakly. \"You were the third, weren't you?\"\n\nClark said nothing.\n\n\"What third?\" asked Race.\n\n\"There were three guys in the bathroom, one of whom didn't do anything,\" said Lance. \"It was you, wasn't it, Clark?\"\n\nClark rubbed at his arm. \"Yeah, it was...but, now we can--\"\n\nRace was across the room and had Clark up against the wall. \"You son of a bitch! You didn't do anything to stop it!?\"\n\nClark struggled against the collie, but even with his football-player's build couldn't break free. \"I couldn't! There was no time! If I'd gone, it would've happened by the time I came back.\"\n\n\"Race, put him down,\" said Lance from the bed.\n\n\"But, he--\"\n\n\"Is doing the right thing, now,\" said Lance. \"Put him down.\"\n\nRace glared at Clark, then grudgingly put him down. Clark straightened out his shirt.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Lance,\" said Clark, not looking at his broken body.\n\n\"It's okay,\" said Lance. \"I'm happy you came here.\" Race went back to Lance's side.\n\nThe doctor stuck his head in the door. \"Alright, visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow at three.\"\n\nRace squeezed Lance's paw again. \"I'll be back tomorrow.\"\n\nLance nodded. \"Okay.\"\n\n\"Feel better,\" said Ty, for lack of anything better to say. Josh patted him on the shoulder, and Clark waved.\n\nThe four of them left, not saying much of anything. They stood in front of the elevator.\n\n\"I'll, uh, take the stairs,\" said Clark, ducking away, looking at Race. \"Bye.\"\n\nThe others muttered 'bye' back.\n\nRace, Josh, and Ty piled into the elevator, riding back down.\n\n\"Kind of sad it took something like this to pull us together,\" said Ty.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race, \"but I'm glad everything's out in the open.\"\n\n\"Maybe we can all do something once Lance is out,\" said Josh, taking Ty's paw.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race, as they hit the ground floor.\n\n\"You're coming back tomorrow?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"Everyday until he's out,\" said Race.\n\nTy smiled. \"Lance is lucky.\"\n\nRace also smiled. \"I'll see you guys later.\"\n\nThey waved as Race left, going to his car. When he got there, he cried before starting the engine.\n\n***\n\nRace was in the hospital every day, next to Lance's bed, holding his paw and talking with him. Ty popped in every now and then with Josh; the two of them barely keeping their hands off one another. Clark had stopped by to tell them the two guys that had raped Lance were arrested, and would be in juvenile hall until they could face criminal charges as an adult; he had brought a newspaper clipping in conveniently left out the fact it was raping or gay-motivated, instead playing up the beating.\n\nLance was happier to get time alone with Race.\n\nAfter the third week, Lance was released to go home. Unfortunately, his parents were out at work every day, and Lance still had a cracked rib and other injuries. Race, with his parents' permission and the school, managed to weasel out of two weeks of school to stick around and help Lance during the day; getting stuff for him, helping him around, and such. Every now and then, he managed to steal a kiss or two from Lance.\n\nIn the fourth week, Race was right in the bed with Lance, pulling him closer for making-out.\n\n\"I think I'm feeling better,\" said Lance, grinning.\n\nRace poked him on the nose. \"I think so, too, foxy-boy.\"\n\n\"Ready for other in-door activities?\" asked Lance.\n\nRace rubbed his belly and watched Lance flinch. \"Not yet. You're still hurting.\"\n\nLance tried to hug Race, his face contorting in pain. Race eased him back. \"Easy, there.\"\n\n\"Yes, mother,\" said Lance.\n\nBoth of them heard the front door open. \"Speaking of...,\" said Race, crawling off the bed, sitting on a recliner next to it. As he did, the door opened and Lance's parents stepped in.\n\n\"Hi, mom, hi, dad,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Hi, sweetie,\" said his mother. \"How're you feeling?\"\n\n\"Much better,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Well, the doctor called, your cast comes off next week, and then you're back in school.\"\n\n\"Aw, mom...,\" whined Lance.\n\n\"Race, would you like to stay for dinner?\" asked his mother.\n\n\"Uh...yeah, sure,\" said the collie, his ears pricking up.\n\n\"Good,\" said Lance's mother. \"I'll set up a table in here for you.\" With that, she and Lance's father left.\n\n\"So, next week, I guess,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said Race, standing up. \"I'll go see if your parents need help with dinner.\"\n\n\"No,\" said Lance. \"Stay. Please?\"\n\nRace sat back on the end of the bed. \"Okay, if you insist.\"\n\n***\n\nJosh sat on the edge of the hood of his car, his arm around Ty's shoulders; they were down by the waterfront, watching the sun set over the ice-covered water.\n\n\"Nice here,\" said Ty.\n\n\"Mm-hmm,\" said Josh, putting his head on Ty's shoulder. Ty looked over at Josh and smiled.\n\n\"What are we gonna do all night?\" asked Ty.\n\n\"I dunno,\" said Josh. \"Get a movie, watch TV, video games.\"\n\n\"I can think of something else to do...ALL night,\" said Ty, grinning wildly.\n\nJosh picked his head up. \"Really?\"\n\nTy nodded.\n\nJosh put his head back down. \"In a little while.\" He hugged Ty tight. \"In a little while...\"\n\n***\n\nLance stood on his front walk, looking at his front door. He took a deep breath, squeezing Lance's paw.\n\n\"You ready?\" asked Race.\n\nLance nodded, a lump catching in his throat.\n\n\"I'll be right here,\" said Race.\n\nThey walked through Lance's front door. His parents were in the living room, reading the Sunday paper.\n\n\"Hi, Lance,\" said his dad. \"Hello, Race.\"\n\n\"Mom...dad...we gotta talk,\" said Lance, sitting down. Race sat down next to him.\n\n\"Oh?\" asked his dad, looking at his wife. \"About what?\"\n\nLance stared at the floor, fidgeting with his paws and his feet. Race took Lance's paw in his.\n\nLance looked up. \"Mom, dad, I'm gay...and...Race is my boyfriend.\"\n\nHis dad looked over at his mom again. \"Son, we love you, no matter what. There's nothing you, or anyone, can do to change that.\"\n\n\"We're always here for you, sweetie,\" said his mom. \"Always.\"\n\nLance smiled and blushed. \"Thanks.\"\n\n\"What do you boys feel like for dinner?\" asked Lance's mom.\n\n\"Whatever,\" they said at the same time, and laughed.\n\n***\n\nLance fell back onto the bed, Race following right on top of him. They were in Race's bedroom, since his parents were gone for the weekend and his sister had long since left.\n\n\"Been waiting for this,\" said Lance as Race lifted his shirt over his head.\n\n\"Me, too,\" said Race, kissing him. Lance pulled him closer onto his chest, being able to do so now that his ribs were healed.\n\n\"You make me feel good again,\" said Lance. \"Like being alive again.\"\n\nRace smiled. \"I'm glad.\" He unzipped Lance's pants, rubbing his crotch. Lance murred as he got Race's shirt and pants off. They lay on top of one another, their stiff cocks pressing through their boxers. Soon enough, the boxers were gone, too.\n\nRace parted Lance's legs, his erect member brushing against Lance's. He took the opportunity and rubbed himself against Lance's more vigorously, moving his own shaft against Lance's sensitive spots on his cock. Lance groaned.\n\nHe then pulled himself down and pushed his cock into Lance's tailhole ring, slowly penetrating him. Lance hissed in pleasure as he was parted, feeling Race's heat coming into him.\n\n\"Feel good, still?\" asked Race, panting.\n\n\"Yes,\" said Lance, quietly. He felt his own pulsing hard-on.\n\nAs Race pulled himself in and out of Lance, he bent over and started sucking on Lance's penis. Lance had his eyes closed, and hadn't even noticed him moving in. But his eyes snapped open when he felt Race wrap his tongue around his cock.\n\n\"Race...oh, man, Race,\" he breathed out. He felt Race move his tongue over his cockhead, licking there, taking Lance's pre-cum into his mouth. He moved his muzzle up and down while moving his cock in and out of Lance. Race could feel his knot forming at the base of his cock, trying to delay it as long as possible to extend their session.\n\nLance reached down and fondled his own testicles, feeling his tailhole clench around Race's cock in his rear end every time a little shudder of pleasure went through his own member. He wrapped his own legs around Race, pulling him in as tight as possible; Race was forced to bury his knot inside Lance, tying with him. Race felt even better once his knot was submerged inside Lance. He felt his hot cum pushing through his cock, and he slowed his pace to keep from ejaculating.\n\n\"Feels good...to be tied with you again,\" said Lance, gasping as Race pushed his muzzle back down his cock. Race responded by rapidly moving his tongue over Lance's cockhead. Lance bucked his hips a little when Race did that. Race could still feel his cum on the verge of spilling out, and he felt Lance's cock swelling further in his mouth.\n\nRace pushed Lance's cock down his throat at the same time he pumped his cock into Lance's tailhole with more force, releasing the semen his aching member held. When Lance's cockhead hit the back of Race's throat, he felt his own spasms start and move up his cock, spilling his cum into Race's muzzle. Race wasn't even moving his cock anymore, just pressing himself deeply into Lance, unloading himself, and swallowing Lance's cum. Lance was gasping as the last of his twitches finished, and Race's warm semen was painted on his insides.\n\n\"That was...intense,\" said Lance.\n\n\"Well, as soon as I settle down, I think it's your turn, again,\" said Race, licking Lance's face.\n\n\"No,\" said Lance, looking into Race's eyes. \"I'm just happy to be here...with you.\" He pulled Race down onto him tight, hugging him. Race adjusted himself inside Lance so he didn't hurt himself or Lance.\n\n\"So am I,\" said Race. \"I don't ever want to be anywhere else.\"\n\nLance kissed Race again. \"Not without you.\"\n\n\nEND\n\n_______________________\n\nDesperate for changing\nStarving for truth\nCloser to where I started\nChasing after you\n\nI'm falling even more in love with you\nLetting go of all I've held onto\nI'm standing here until you make me move\nI'm hanging by a moment here with you\n\nForgetting all I'm lacking\nCompletely incomplete\nI'll take your invitation\nYou take all of me\n\nNow I'm falling even more in love with you\nLetting go of all I've held onto\nI'm standing here until you make me move\nI'm hanging by a moment here with you\n\nI'm living for the only thing i know\nI'm running and not quite sure where to go\nI don't know what I'm diving into\nJust hanging by a moment here with you\n\nThere's nothing else to lose\nNothing left to find\nThere's nothing in the world\nThat could change my mind\nThere is nothing else\nThere is nothing else...\n\nDesperate for changing\nStarving for truth\nCloser where I started\nChasing after you\n\nI'm falling even more in love with you\nLetting go of all I've held onto\nI'm standing here until you make me move\nI'm hanging by a moment here with you\n\nI'm living for the only thing i know\nI'm running and not quite sure where to go\nI don't know what I'm diving into\nJust hanging by a moment here with you\n\nJust hanging by a moment\nHanging by a moment..\nHanging by a moment...\nHanging by a moment here with you..\n\n\"Hanging By a Moment\"~Lifehouse",
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Copyright © J.T. Brown AKA Spike Foxx, 2006. Written by J.T. Brown, AKA Spike Foxx. All rights reserved. Storyline, characters, creative property, and intellectual rights copyright © J.T. Brown AKA Spike Foxx. Do not alter or redistribute for profit or personal gain.
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Part I: Runner's High
The sun had long-since set over the western horizon, casting a cobalt-blue cast over the sky. Wind blew lightly down the streets, gently stirring fallen leaves in the October evening.
Footsteps slapped hard against the pavement as a lone red fox made his way around a corner, moving at a brisk pace. He loved this time of night, because it was all his; no one was around. Just himself, running for an hour every night. Feeling the wind moving past his ears, brushing his furs, entering his lungs as he breathed deeply but evenly. The nights were getting brisk, but so cold yet that he had to wear a sweater for his jogs yet. He was still in a T-shirt and track pants, the shirt tight enough to show off his trim waistline and sculpted chest. Even in the darkness, when he ran under the streetlights, his reddish-orange fur had a beautiful, brilliant sheen to it. His aqua-blue shined brightly. His fluffy tail bounced behind him, and he brushed away a lock of his hair from his face, which had fallen just above the black marks that were just above his eyes.
His usual path took him around his neighborhood for approximately four miles. It kept him in shape, and it allowed him to escape for awhile. He even was on the track team at high school, and was the star runner on the team. Long legs made him good at it naturally, and years of practice had just made him better.
Moving across the street, on his loop back, he ran up a gently-curving road that would connect back to the street next to his. He slowed his pace a bit, winding down and letting himself cool off. Keeping his breathing even, he eventually got down to a brisk walk.
Up ahead, he surprised to see people out in front of a house, with a large truck in the driveway. It was rare he saw anyone out this time of night. He could just make out the name on the side of the truck; "East Coast Movers."
So someone new was moving in. He watched with idle curiosity as he passed. He saw several movers, arms full with chairs, couches, assorted boxes; the usual paraphernalia of a move.
What caught his attention, though, was a white clouded leopard standing off to the side, looking absolutely un-thrilled to be there. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt and red shorts, which the fox found unusual in this weather; it was a little cold for those.
Like the fox, the leopard appeared to be fairly toned and in shape; a thin waist, muscular arms, brilliant yellow-gold eyes. He looked to be about the fox's age, too.
The leopard turned and saw the fox walking past. He eyes seemed to light up, and his tail swished a bit. The fox corrected his sight immediately, staring straight forward. He walked on, taking a little look back before turning the corner.
***
Tonight, he'd needed his sweater. It was much chillier than last night. But that wasn't going to perturb him. Colder it got, the more he'd put on.
He didn't find anything unusual until he got back to the same road he'd been on when he'd seen the moving van. He was on the opposite side of the street, and had slowed back to his cool-off pace. Nothing was obviously wrong, but he felt like he was being...watched.
When he looked over at the house, he knew why; the snow leopard was sitting on his front porch, bathed in yellow tones from the porch light, and, despite the low temperature, had just a black T-shirt and shorts on. He also had a large glass of ice water on a table next to him. The fox was fairly certain the leopard was watching HIM. But he shrugged it away and kept going, forcing himself to not look back.
The next night, he was still in a sweater. When he got back to THE street, he thought of making a course correction; if he kept going straight, he'd hit the same street. But he liked going that way. And there was no rational reason for him to go another way. So he bounded up his usual street.
And, like last night, the leopard was back on the porch. The fox knew he was being silly, now; the leopard just liked being outside. It wasn't a crime. It's not like the leopard was there to watch for him. The fox had never felt so stupid and self-centered in his life. He just walked past, trying to not look; the leopard probably thought he was a creep from last night.
But he did eventually look; just a quick glance. But when he did, he got a wave from the leopard. And it was obviously to him; there was no one else around.
The fox swallowed hard, a lump catching in his throat; okay, he WAS there waiting for him. He just kept moving.
Every night, for the next four days, the leopard was there, T-shirt and shorts. However, on the third night, the fox noticed something change; there were now two glasses of water sitting on the table. But the leopard never said anything, just sat there.
On the fourth night, the fox decided he felt dumb. The leopard was probably just looking for a friend; they did look around the same age, and the leopard was brand-new to the neighborhood. The fox wished he'd gone over and introduced himself the first day; now he felt weird as he crossed the street and approached the porch steps.
"Well, hi, there," said the leopard. "Wondered when you'd finally come over."
The fox just held his arm, absently and embarrassed. "Um...hi."
The leopard grinned. "C'mon, you must be thirsty, with all that running every night." He gestured to the other empty chair.
The fox plopped himself down, grabbing the other glass of water.
"So, foxy, got a name?" asked the leopard.
"Oh, yeah," he said, lamely, "I'm Lance."
"I'm Ty," said the leopard, offering up his paw. Lance took it weakly and shook.
"There's no need to be shy," said Ty. "I don't bite...much."
Lance laughed a little at that. But when he caught the leopard's eyes, he felt self-conscious for some reason.
"You live nearby?" asked Ty.
"Two blocks that way," said Lance, pointing down the street.
"So you're pretty close!"
"Yeah, I guess," said Lance.
"What school are you at?" asked Ty.
"Only high school here in town; Leland High School."
"I guess that's where I'll be going," said Ty.
"You're not in class?"
Ty shook his head. "I start Monday. And I wouldn't mind knowing a friend or two before I go in," he said, smiling.
"Well, you'll meet a few, I'm sure," said Lance, feeling like an idiot. His blush was obvious even through the white under his eyes.
Ty stopped himself from giggling a bit when he saw the red under Lance's eyes. The fox was a little cutie. And the ruffled hair hanging over his forehead, and sweat glistening on his fur, wasn't helping. Of course, he still didn't know what Lance wanted. And he didn't want to have to move again as soon as they just got here.
"You wanna come inside, hang out for awhile?" asked Ty.
"Won't your parents mind?" asked Lance.
Ty waved his hand. "They won't be home from work for a few hours still; both work graveyard shifts."
"Oh," said Lance. "Um, sure."
They got up and went inside. Lance took off his sweater and threw it over a chair; Ty took a sharp breath in when he could finally look at Lance up-close without the obtrusive sweater.
"What do you wanna do?" asked Ty.
"I don't know," said Lance. "Suggestions?" He still was feeling a little shy.
"I got PS2 upstairs," said Ty. "Just hooked up today."
Lance had a PS2 and XBox himself. But he wanted to be able to do something with Ty; he did like the leopard already, and wanted to be friends. He just didn't make friends easily.
"Sounds good!" exclaimed Lance.
"Ok, c'mon," said Ty. He led Lance upstairs, wishing he could've followed Lance instead of the other way around.
They walked to the end of the hall, Ty opening the door. "And this--" he began, flicking on the light, "--is my place!"
The room was average-sized for a teenager's room. Twin-bed with dark-blue sheets was pressed against the window, an entertainment center with TV, game console, CD-player, and racks of games and CD's directly in front of it. There was a bookcase to the right of the bed filled with actual books, most of which looked heavily-used. A desk was situated against the wall next to the door, various papers and a few sketchbooks littered across it, and a multi-colored bracelet that said 'PRIDE' across it. The walls were adorned with posters, mostly of bands, a few of just miscellaneous, buff furs. One picture stood out against the rest; a framed photo of Ty with a younger otter, who was making bunny-ears over Ty's head. It was signed with a ball-point pen in the lower-right; "Sorry, bud. Gonna miss you bad; you were my best friend ever. Matt."
"Who's that?' asked Lance, pointing to the picture.
"No one," said Ty, starting up his game system. "An old friend. From my first move, back in eighth grade."
"How many times have you moved?" asked Lance, taking the second controller from Ty's paws.
"This'll be four," said Ty.
"Why so often?" asked Lance.
"Hey, you like first-person shooters?" asked Ty, grabbing a controller and jumping on the bed. "I got 'Killzone,' and we can both play."
"Uh...yeah," said Lance, taking the subject change, looking around the room.
"Sorry, my other chair isn't unpacked yet," said Ty. He tapped the spread next to him. "Hop up."
Lance sat down next to Ty, a little behind him just to give Ty space. Ty sighed when the fox didn't move any closer.
It wasn't long before they were blowing digital figures away, lobbing grenades and raining down bullets. Lance had no trouble moving and ducking bullets, but Ty's death count was high. Lance found it odd that for a game he OWNED he would be so bad at it; he didn't know that Ty was distracted by him, breathing deeply to get a hint of the fox's scent.
"So," began Ty during the between-level load screen, "got a girlfriend?"
"Nope," said Lance. "Never have. I'm no good with girls. Truthfully. I don't really even want one...right now, anyway."
"I've never had one either," said Ty. He got a little excited now; no girlfriend, and didn't want one! "Why don't you want one?"
"I dunno," said Lance, picking his controller back up as the level started, "just doesn't cross my mind often."
Ty was helping him take down the enemy soldiers as his brain kept formulating ways to get to see if Lance would be...willing. He came down to only two methods.
"Are there a lot of gay guys in your school?" asked Ty, off-handedly.
Lance found that to be an odd question. "There's a couple I know of. I'm sure there's more, just not completely open about it."
"Huh," said Ty. "Any of them your friends?"
"I'm in the same class with one; I guess I'd say he's a friend," said Lance. "I don't avoid him or dislike him, if that's what you mean."
"Are there homophobes around?" asked Ty, again trying to sound as conversational as possible.
"Well, my one friend isn't THRILLED about gays," said Lance, "but I wouldn't say he'd go out and gay-bash. I've never heard of any gay-based fights or anything; guys usually find other stupid reasons for that."
"But you don't mind?" asked Ty.
"No, not at all," said Lance.
"Oh," said Ty.
Lance still thought the line of questioning was unusual; but he shrugged it off. Went back to chucking grenades into enemy bunkers.
Ty frowned. Okay, that hadn't gone as planned. His second tactic was a sure-fire plan, but he had to get the nerve to do it; and if it back-fired, he was out a friend already.
Another level went by, and Ty could barely sit still. Lance's scent, his heat right behind his shoulder, his good-looks he could see from his peripheral vision; it was all driving him over the edge.
"Alright!" said Lance, clapping Ty on the shoulder. "Another level d--"
He was cut short when Ty whipped around and planted a light kiss on his muzzle, then drew back. Lance just stopped in mid-sentence, looking at Ty, who was blushing from head to toe.
"What was that for...?" asked Lance. "I think a high-five would've sufficed."
"Because I wanted to know how you... y'know, felt," said Ty.
"About what?" asked Lance.
"Guys," said Ty. "I LIKE guys."
"So you're..."
"Uh-huh."
"That explains all the questions earlier," said Lance.
Ty giggled, moving in closer again. "I want to kiss you again; is that alright?"
Lance had never had another guy come onto him before. He was confused, mostly by the feeling in him that liked it, and made him say "Yes" to Ty.
Ty put his hand around the back of his head, pulling him closer. Ty got a full smell of Lance's scent now, which had changed; muskier now. Ty liked it.
Lance felt funny at first when Ty pushed his tongue into Lance's muzzle, but accepted it. He liked the feeling.
Ty pulled back after a few seconds. "Well?"
"That was...nice," said Lance, grinning from ear to ear.
"There are things that are...nicer," said Ty, tracing Lance's chest and stomach muscles, down to just above his crotch. Lance shivered a little when Ty's finger moved over his stomach.
"I'll bet," said Lance.
Ty reached up and took off his shirt, rippled muscles exposed. He started tugging on Lance's shirt, Lance helping him get it over his head. Lance's own chest, with sculpted muscles, were revealed. Ty murred a bit when the shirt came off.
"Very nice," growled Ty, pushing Lance backward. He toppled over, landing on his back. Ty propped himself up on top of Lance, feeling Lance's erection through his track pants. Lance felt Ty's own member pressing into his leg.
"You want to try the nicer things?" asked Ty.
Lance looked away. He felt awkward, and weird, about this whole thing. Especially since he'd only known the fur on top of him for about an hour. But he did like being closer to Ty, and so far he'd felt good.
"Yeah," said Lance, "I think I do."
"Okay," said Lance. He creeped back down Lance's body, undoing the drawstring on his track pants and yanking them down his long, muscular runner's legs.
"What're you--?" began Lance.
"Shh," said Lance. Lance's boxers followed suit, and his long, hard member was pulled into view. Ty teased at his sheath a bit, rubbing at Lance's balls a bit, licking them a little. Lance felt pleasure moving into every part of his body.
"Ty--" he began, but cut himself off when Ty put his mouth over Lance's cock. His cock immediately went rigid, more so than it was already. Lance swallowed hard, gasping as it slipped deeper into Ty's muzzle. Ty worked his tongue over Lance's head, then his shaft, finding the little sensitive spots that he knew from pervious experience made a guy's head spin.
Lance was somewhere else all together. It was pure ecstasy for him, gasping for breath as Ty reached up and played with his furry sac. Ty could feel Lance's testicles pull up against his body. Precum was already coming out, and Ty was happily slurping it up. He was trying to throat Lance, but the fox's cock was, as far as he could recall, the biggest he'd come across. But it ended up rubbing against the slick back of throat eventually. He could only hold it for a few seconds at a time, but it was enough to make Lance moan.
Ty could feel Lance's cock spasming slightly; the precursor to his orgasm. Ty slowed down a bit, trying to prolong the session. He figured it was Lance's first time, EVER, at sex play, and wanted him to remember it. Ty knew he would. He kept sliding his tongue up and down the bottom of Lance's sheath, stopping near the top and really playing there. Ty could also feel his own shaft pressing painfully against his shorts. But he hoped he would have his out when he was finished.
Lance could feel a numbness near the base of his shaft, his testicles pulled up close. His slicked-up cocked moved in and out of Ty's mouth quickly and easily, and Ty would go fast, then slow down a bit, keeping Lance just at the edge of cumming.
But not even Ty could keep it back forever, and Lance knew it was coming when he felt semen flood through his shaft. His cock spasmed into Ty's mouth. Ty tried to keep the load in his mouth, but he sputtered after the fourth flood, and Lance's white seed dribbled down his muzzle. Four more shudders, and Lance was finished. He sighed, contended.
"How was it?" asked Ty, wiping semen from his mouth, swallowing what salty fluid he could find. He lapped more off of Lance's cock-head.
"That was...amazing," said Lance. "How did you learn that?"
"Practice," said Ty, awkwardly. "Lots of practice. That's the reason we always have to move; I find someone I get close to, think I've found someone to be with, then they let me use them, or they use me, and the next day it's all over school that I'm a fag." He looked away, a couple tears falling down his cheek.
Lance sat up, still nude, touching Ty's face. "No one will know about this; unless you want them to."
Ty smiled weakly. "Thank you."
Lance looked down between Ty's legs, seeing his shorts tented away from his body. "I think it's your turn, now."
Ty grinned wickedly. "Only if you want."
"I do," said Lance. "But, um, isn't there some other way?"
"There's a front and back," said Lance. "You mean...?"
"Yeah," said Lance.
"You sure?" asked Ty.
Lance reached down, yanking down Ty's shirts and boxers, his own cock bouncing into view. "Yeah, I'm sure."
"Okay," said Ty, shaking his clothes off. He pushed Lance back again. Lance fell back, smiling the whole way. Ty reached down and pulled Lance's legs over his shoulders, and lay down on top of him, their hot members touching one another.
"It'll kinda hurt at first," said Ty.
"It's okay," said Lance.
Ty reached under the mattress and produced a tube of lube. He slathered his own cock in it well, then pressed his cock-head against Lance's tailhole.
"You ready?" asked Ty.
Lance took a deep breath. "Yeah."
Ty pressed himself in, slowly. Lance gritted his teeth, taking the pain as Ty topped him. His own penis was hard again, pressed between their two furry bodies. Residual cum was smeared against Ty's stomach.
Ty was concentrating on moving his cock into Lance, hilting himself. "Okay?" asked Ty.
"Okay," grunted Lance.
"That's as far as I can go in," said Ty. He then pulled himself out, until just his head was still inside Lance, then pushed himself in again. He'd started preing already, helping with the lube to slick up his path. Lance was so tight; virgins always were. But his tailhole was already loosening quite a bit.
Lance could feel another orgasm coming on; between Ty's cock in his rear, and his fur titillating his own member, it wasn't far off.
"Oh, God, Ty, it's coming again!" shouted Lance.
"It's okay," said Ty, taking Lance. "I don't mind a little cum in my fur; won't be the first time." He bent down over Lance, kissing him again, slurping precum off his cock on the way back up. Ty felt his own cock filling with cum, coming to the verge of spilling into Lance. Lance could feel the slight twinge of Ty in him, and knew what was coming.
When Ty came, Lance came with him. Cum splattered onto Ty's stomach, and into Lance's tailhole. Ty came so hard, sperm spilled over through the plug his cock was making in Lance, running down onto Lance's tail. Ty gasped as he emptied himself into Lance. Lance gasped as his second orgasm of the night finished up. He did again when Ty licked off the semen running down Lance's shaft.
Ty pulled himself from Lance, grudgingly. There was a slight pop noise when he came out. He still braced himself over Lance. "That was incredible."
Lance fidgeted a little. "Yeah..."
Ty had seen that look at pervious partners' faces; the look when they finally realized what they'd done. He sat back on the bed. "You don't...regret it, do you?"
Lance rolled over, standing up. He hastily pulled on his track pants, not bothering with his underwear. "No, I...I just have to go. It's REALLY late." He grabbed his shirt, moving to the door.
Ty grabbed him from behind. "When will you come back?"
"Um...tomorrow, maybe," said Lance, just wanting to get out. He smiled weakly at Ty.
Ty's ears went down. "Ok," he said quietly. He knew Lance would NEVER be coming back.
"I'll be here," said Lance. With that, he opened the door and left, closing the door behind him. Ty went to his window, watching Lance walk down the driveway, taking off in a dead run when he hit the street. Ty pressed his paw against the window, tears rolling down his face. He went and locked his door, not wanting his parents to walk in when they got home. He crawled into bed, still naked, balled up, hugging his knees. He cried fully, bawling and sniffling. He sniffed at his stomach, where the smell of Lance still was. He picked up Lance's boxers, the faint smell of him there, too. He cried again, putting the boxers down, and hating himself for being so stupid; why did he expect Lance to be different?
He fell asleep, on top if his tear-stained sheets, clutching Lance's boxers to his chest.
Lance quietly opened the door when he got home. His parents were long-ago in bed, and he thanked God for that now. He ran upstairs, going into the bathroom and locking the door. He stripped off his pants and shirt, throwing them directly into a plastic bag. He'd never felt so happy and dirty and guilty at the same time. He stepped into the shower, turning the hot water on full blast. He could still feel Ty between his legs, and having semen still leaking out didn't help. He washed himself well, over and over again, but when he thought he was done everytime, he'd find more seed in his tailhole. He washed all his own cum off, getting the smell of Ty's sweat and fluids off him.
He stepped out of the shower, drying himself off. He'd gotten as much of Ty's cum out of himself as possible, and couldn't smell his sweat and musk anymore. He stalked down the hallway in his towel into his room. He could hear his parents still snoring in their room.
Taking off his towel, he tried not to stare down at his cock, and what he'd done with it for the night. He pulled on fresh underwear and a T-shirt. He crawled into bed, keeping finding more of the rear of his boxers wet. He cried a little; both for what had happened, and how bad he'd messed it up after. Ty would've been a great friend, and had obviously wanted something more. He wouldn't have been completely against that. But all he thought after was what OTHERS would think of him, how everyone else would react if it ever got out that he'd been pounded in the ass, and let another guy go down on him. All he thought of was himself; he hadn't even said goodbye to Ty, or anything. Just ran for the door. And all after Ty had told him about how things had gone bad before.
He'd even picked up the phone, called his best friend; thought he would be one person he could tell. But when his voice came on the phone, "Hello?", slightly groggy, Lance just hung up.
Laying in the darkness, he couldn't think of anyway to fix this; nothing that wouldn't make it worse, anyway. Ty probably wouldn't want to see him again, and definitely would not want him in THAT way anymore.
He cried until he fell asleep.
***
For the next two weeks, Lance had avoided taking the road Ty's house was on for his route; he kept going straight instead. He tried not to think about Ty, but found it impossible. At school, at home, in bed. He'd even been on the watch for him at school, since he'd said he would be starting Monday. All he thought of was the white leopard.
In the third week, he ran past Ty's house again. But no one was on the front porch. No glasses of water waited. He thought his glimpsed movement of the blinds where Ty's room was, but he couldn't have been sure.
He felt depressed; both for himself and for Ty. He must've been hurt, feeling alone and betrayed. Lance wanted to go to his house, apologize for everything, say he was sorry and how much he liked him. But couldn't. He could hear other guys at school, calling him a 'fairy' and a 'fag,' and he really didn't want that label. His best friend still didn't even know.
And he had that one gnawing question over his head; was he gay? He'd had sex, both oral and anal, with a GUY. And he'd liked it. He'd never had an interest in females, not really, anyway. He would've loved to have been 'with' Ty, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. But he knew he was gay, now. But it didn't concern him as much as he would've expected it to. He liked guys; so what? If it wasn't for the fact he couldn't have the one guy he wanted, he would've been so happy.
But all he could do was sit and regret what he'd done, over and over again.
***
Ty kept waiting for Lance to come back. He'd almost believed he would come the next day, but knew that was a lie; he could see it in the fox's eyes.
It was three weeks before he spied Lance. He practically jumped up and down; until he realized Lance wasn't coming to his house. He just ran past. He cried a little after that again. But was starting to realize he would have to move on. Lance wasn't going to come back, no matter how much he wanted him to. He was hoping he'd bump into Lance at school, but it was a big place, and so far had no luck. But he'd apparently kept his word; no one knew he was gay.
Ty was feeling more and more down until one day he came home from school. No one else was home yet; his parents must've been out running errands. He'd almost stepped on a piece of paper on the ground. He picked it up, unfolding and reading it. It had only two words on it; "I'm sorry."
Ty held the paper to his chest. He knew it was from Lance. Maybe it all wasn't over yet; he was still willing. He just wished Lance would come and say it person.
He had tucked the paper into the frame on his wall of his first partner. Maybe Lance would still come around. He could wait and see.
Part II: Three's Company
The bell cut loose with its shrill scream as it did every morning at 8:30, signaling the start of the school day. Students made their way to their seats, waiting for the lessons to begin for the day; or going back to sleep, whichever.
Lance sat in corner with his two best friends, a collie named Race, and a jackal named Clark. They'd been friends ever since second grade, and Lance was happy to be friends with them. Of the two, he was closer to Race, though. They'd always played together as kids, and Race knew some of Lance's most intimate secrets; not ALL of them, anyway...not yet.
Lance had always liked Race because he was quiet, sensitive, and open-minded; something that was rare to find in high school. Clark was almost the polar opposite; loud, sarcastic, and about as receptive to new ideas as a rock. He was also on the football team, but wasn't quite in the 'jock' category.
"Another fun day, kicking off with math," grumbled Clark. Lance and Race said nothing; they were used to these early-morning rants. Math wasn't exactly Clark's strong point. "I mean, it's not like I'm gonna USE this stuff any day."
"Yeah, you don't use much math at McDonald's," said Lance, quietly. Race giggled a little.
"Shut up," said Clark. His job wasn't exactly a desirable one; flipping burgers wasn't very glamorous. Not that any of them had amazing jobs; Lance was between jobs, and Race was a video store clerk. But it brought in money, at least a little.
Lance's mind kept wandering, though (not that Clark's rant was very attention-keeping). It had been four weeks since he'd seen Ty now. The snow leopard still was with him, still came to him in his dreams, waking and sleeping. All he could still think of was--
"Ty Richards," came their teacher's voice. Lance felt like a lead weight had been dumped into his stomach. There was Ty, at the head of the class, with the teacher. "I'm afraid some of the teachers have caught that nasty flu bug, and we're short on substitutes, so he'll be joining us for awhile. Have a seat, Ty."
Ty walked down the first aisle, sitting in the opposite corner of Lance. Lance watched him walk down the aisle, as Ty stole a furtive glance at Lance, waving. Lance averted his eyes, pretending not to notice. Ty sat down in the back, trying not to look over at Lance. Lance just buried his face in his arms, hoping no one would see his face going red.
Lance was barely able to concentrate on the lecture with Ty in the same room now. He felt so awkward, but didn't want to look over at him. He was happy Race and Clark couldn't see his face.
When the bell rang, and class was over, Lance didn't want to move. He would have to walk near Ty to get the door. His fear only intensified when Ty started walking towards him. He walked past Lance and to a bookcase nearby, pretending to look in a math reference book, then started walking to the front of the class. On his way past Lance, he dropped a note on his binder. Lance looked at it for a second, then scooped it up and pocketed it.
"You know him?" asked Race, looking over Lance's shoulder. Lance jumped a bit when he spoke. He turned around, nose-to-nose with the collie. He was happy Clark was off talking with his sports buddies.
"Uhh...n-no," stammered Lance, getting up.
"Then how come he's dropping notes on your binder?" asked the collie, following behind Lance.
Lance turned, looking into the collie's deep, brown eyes. He wanted to tell him, about everything, SO badly.
But couldn't. "Maybe he wants a study-buddy or something, I...I don't know."
Race didn't pursue the subject any further. "Okay. But he's picking the wrong guy; you stink at math!"
Lance laughed a little.
"Look, I'll see ya later, after school, right?" asked Race.
"Yeah," said Lance. "We'll run a few laps."
"OK," said Race, clapping Lance on the shoulder. "See ya."
Lance went down to his locker, opening the door and leaning in like he was looking for something. He then opened the note from Ty; "It's OK. Call me," and there was a phone number. He had to stop himself from tearing up a bit. He put the note in the very back of his locker, grabbed the books for his next class, and took off.
It was several periods before he was back at his locker, and when he opened it to grab his lunch, another piece of paper fluttered to the ground. He opened it up and blushed again. It was in the same hand-writing as the first note; "You still owe me a topping" with a little smiley-face doodled next to it. He folded that back up and put it in the back of his locker, too. Ty must've seen him go to his locker at some point, and was apparently willing to forgive Lance. Lance felt so happy inside.
He looked up and down the hallway, hoping maybe Ty was nearby. But there was no sign of the leopard. Lance sighed, grabbing his lunch and going down to the cafeteria.
It was always more noisy in a high school cafeteria than anywhere on earth. Lance's ears actually hurt as he made his way back to his usual table. His friends were already there; Gary, a dalmatian, Rick, a golden lab, Josh, a kangaroo, and Chris, a Bengal tiger. Clark was also in the lunch period with him, but Race had a different one.
"Hey, guys!" said Lance, sitting down.
Replies of 'hello' came back.
"I think I failed that Bio test, what do you think?" said Chris; Chris and Lance were in the same class for Biology.
Lance shrugged. "It wasn't THAT hard."
"Well, you're also a little smarty," said Chris. Chris just barely scraped by in his grades. Not that he was dumb, he just didn't study until the last minute, which didn't really work.
"What was with that new guy in math!?" asked Clark. "Did you SEE the bracelet he was wearing?"
Lance sorta looked away, fidgeting. "No..."
"It was this rainbow-thingy that said 'pride' on it," said Clark. He waved his outstretched hand up and down. "I think he's a 'nith boy,' " he said, putting on a lisp at the end.
The others laughed. Lance didn't say anything.
"Oh, c'mon," said Clark, "don't tell me you're a fruit-lover, Lance!?"
"No, not really," said Lance. "That just isn't nice."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Whatever, man."
Lance let his mind wander a little, wondering what would happen if he DID call Ty. He was also looking over at Josh, who hadn't said a word since Clark's gay-bash. Usually the kangaroo was the most jovial of any of them, laughing at anything, no matter how much in bad taste it was.
By the time Lance was done day-dreaming, there was only five minutes left. He wolfed down his sandwich just before the bell rang. It was the second-last period of the day now, and then he could go running with Race.
When his last class ended, he was practically charged with energy. He ran down to the gym locker room, changed quickly, and got out to the track. Race was already sitting on the bleachers near the track.
"Hey, there," said the dog, standing up. "How far you think you can go?"
"Wanna go with our usual bet?" asked Lance.
"First one to drop buys dinner?" asked Race.
"You're on," said Lance.
The two of them took off around the track, jogging at an even, brisk pace. Both of them were on the track team, so neither was going to be quitting any time soon. After a mile and half, they were still going full-bore, albeit drenched in sweat. After hitting the second-mile mark, Race was starting to wear down; he didn't run near as often as Lance did. His tongue started lolling out of mouth, and he was panting hard.
Lance was still going hard, looking over at his friend. He never realized how attractive the collie was; long, fluffy hair, a healthy build, brown eyes, and a wonderful mix of white, black, and brown fur. In a word; hot.
But Lance knew his friend was straight. He'd never done anything, but Race did have a girlfriend for awhile last year.
Lance shook his head, trying to clear out those thoughts, and kept running. By now, Race was at least five paces behind Lance, and getting slower.
"Okay!" yelled Race, "I give!"
Lance stopped, looking back at his friend. "What, already?"
Race doubled over, putting his hands on his knees. "Shut...up..." he panted. Unlike Lance, he was not an endurance runner, he more did the short-distance sprints.
"So, where're you taking me?" asked Lance, in a sing-song 'haha' voice.
"How does Kelly's sound?" asked Race; Kelly's was a local burger and hots joint.
"Sounds good," said Lance. "Around six?"
"Six-thirty," said Race. "Lots of homework."
They trudged back into the locker room. "You showering?" asked Lance.
"Naw, I'm gonna go home and start my English homework; three-page essay due tomorrow," said Race. "I'm just going to change and go."
"OK," said Lance, stepping into the showers, "I'll see ya at six-thirty."
Lance walked into the showers, hanging up his shorts, boxers, and shirt on the pegs at the front of the shower room, grabbing a towel from the racks. Just before turning on the water, he heard the locker room door open and close; Race leaving.
Lance let the water run for a second or two, until it was nice and hot. He stepped under, letting the water sluice down his fur; over his head, down his chest, rivulets running over his crotch, and down his legs.
He was ready to rub in soap when he heard the door out in the locker room open again. He was curious who else was coming in at this time of day. Maybe the coach, checking to see if anything was left sitting out. Despite being a little mean sometimes, the lion didn't care if Lance used the track and facilities after-school.
Lance closed his eyes when he brushed some soap into his eyes. He turned to the faucet, putting his back to the middle of the shower room. He was still rubbing out the shampoo when he heard paws slapping on the wet floor.
"Coach?" he asked, still blind, "is that you?" He didn't know what the coach would be doing in here; maybe someone else had come in from a work-out.
But no one answered him.
"Hello?"
Still no answer. He didn't get a reply until he felt two arms snake around his waist. He jumped a little.
"Hey, there," came a voice.
Lance wiped his eyes clear of soap and looked behind him, right into two golden eyes. "Ty!"
Ty just grinned at him.
"How'd you know I was here?" asked Lance.
"I've been keeping tabs on you since math," said Ty, "and that wasn't easy, running to your classes after mine to see where you went next."
"I'm sorry I never came back, I just--"
Ty put a finger to Lance's lips. "It's alright. I know; it's not always easy coming to realize some things about yourself."
"So, what do you wanna do?" asked Lance, when he suddenly realized Ty was standing behind him nude.
"I don't know," said Ty coyly, "who's turn was it?"
"Well, you got two and I had one," said Lance. "so I guess it's you." Lance turned around. Both of them were already hard, and they brushed against one another. Lance reached down and fondled Ty's balls, rolling the furry orbs around in his fingers. Ty grunted a little as his testicles were massaged around.
Lance kept a grip on Ty as he sank lower and lower, both of them still under the faucet. He reached back to turn it off, but Ty stopped him. "Leave it on." Lance grinned and relented.
Removing his paws from Ty's nuts, Lance rubbed his muzzle against Ty's cock.
"Mrrr...for a second-timer, you certainly know how to please a boy," said Ty.
Lance said nothing, just licked at Ty's cock-head, playing his tongue over the glans. He teased the rest of Ty's shaft from its sheath, not that it needed much encouragement. Ty reached over and braced himself against the wall, panting. He'd had a few guys go down on him before, and they'd been 'seasoned,' but this was better than any of them had ever been. Lance's tongue was magic on his flesh.
Lance let a little more of Ty's member sink in. Ty bucked his hip a little, more from reaction than intent. He didn't think Lance was ready for a face-fuck yet.
Lance kept pushing more of Ty into his mouth, slurping up precum that was leaking from Ty's dick.
"Going for a throating?" asked Ty, through ragged breaths.
Lance had no idea what a 'throating' was, but he was trying to get all of Ty's cock into his mouth. But when he felt the cockhead press against the back of his mouth, he understood the meaning of the term. He tried to keep Ty's cock down there, fully engulfed, swirling his tongue along his shaft. He also brought his hand back up to Ty's balls.
Ty was trying to keep his orgasm from reaching its pinnacle; he didn't want this moment to end. But he already felt his testicles churning, and the base of his sheath felt fuzzy. He knew semen was flooding up through his cock. He curled his fists as he spasmed into Lance's mouth. Lance was barely prepared for the rush of salty fluid. He swallowed the first few spurts, the rest dribbling down his muzzle and Ty's cock.
Ty gasped in breath, still braced against the wall, water washing away the cum on both of them. "Wow..."
Lance looked up, licking cum off his muzzle. "Yeah. My turn again?" asked Lance hopefully.
"Yeah," said Ty, helping him up. Then Ty went around behind him, kneeling down.
"W-What're you doing?" asked Lance.
"Just wait," said Ty. "Forgot my lube." He grabbed both sides of Lance's rear end.
"What does that have to do wi--WHOA!" exclaimed Lance. He shuddered a bit as Ty pushed his tongue into Lance's tailhole. "What is THAT!?"
Ty pulled his face out. "Rimming. I figured you were clean enough for it. Don't you like it?"
"Yeah...I do," said Lance.
Ty buried his face back under Lance's tail. He was trying to loosen and slick up Lance's hole for another butt-fuck when the door opened. Ty jumped back to his feet. "Who's that?"
"Anyone in here?" came a voice.
"The coach!" hissed Lance. "Quick, under that shower, and get the water on!"
Ty jumped under the next shower head, turning it on, jumping at the cold water. He was so sooner 'washing' than the coach appeared.
"Oh, just you, Lance," he said, looking over at Ty. "Who's your friend?"
"Just another runner, wanted to use the track with me," said Lance, turning away to hide his throbbing erection. "That okay?"
The coach nodded. "Sure. I'll leave the keys in the door, just lock up when you leave."
"OK," said Lance.
With that, the coach left.
"That was close," said Lance, turning off the water.
"I liked it when WE were close better," said Ty, throwing his arms around Lance's neck and nuzzling him. "How 'bout we get dressed and take this somewhere more...private?"
Lance smiled. "I'd like to, but I promised a friend I'd meet them for dinner. He owes me."
"Oh...," said Ty, looking dejected.
"But I WILL call you tonight, okay?" he said. "I promise."
Now Ty grinned. "Okay." He slapped Lance on the butt. "Let's get dressed."
Lance rubbed his butt, grinning. "But why would we wanna do that?"
As the two of them dressed and left, they had missed one very important thing, which had been there since Race and Lance had come in from their run; a kangaroo, pressed up against one of the lockers, listening to and watching everything.
***
Race and Lance walked into Kelly's. It was one of those retro-style, 60's-diner theme kind of restaurants; but the food was cheap and good. It was a popular hang-out for students.
"Nothing like paying up on a bet!" said Lance, sitting down, ordering a chocolate milkshake.
"Yeah, yeah...," said Race, good-naturedly, ordering the same thing. Then they both got a chili-cheese burger with onion-rings; same thing they always got.
"Ready for next week's meet?" asked Lance.
"Yeah," said Race. "The thirty-meter is gonna be cake!"
"I'm ready for the marathon," said Lance. "Practicing like crazy!"
Race took a slug from his shake. "I still wanted to ask you...who was that leopard from earlier?"
Lance almost choked on his own shake. "I told ya, no one."
"No one? Just giving you notes? Then just happens to walk into the locker room after hours?" asked Race.
"I'm sure it was just a coincidence; I didn't even see him in there," said Lance, suddenly staring at the table.
"So what did the note say?" asked Race.
"The wha?" asked Lance, lamely.
"The note. What...did...it...say?"
"Umm...I don't really...remember," he said, not even believing it himself; and he was saying it,
Race just leaned back. "Okay."
"Look, I just--"
"No," said Race, "really, if you don't wanna tell me, it's okay."
"I'll...I'll tell you later," said Lance. "Just not here, okay?"
Race nodded. "Okay."
Their food arrived then, and the two of them slipped into silence, just concentrating on eating.
When they left, they got into Race's car, which they'd driven to the restaurant. They were silent until they got to Lance's house.
"Okay," said Lance. "I think I can tell you now."
Race reached down and turned off the ignition. "What's up?"
"Well...you're my best friend, right?" asked Lance, quietly.
"Absolutely," said Race, putting a hand on Lance's shoulder. "Anything you have to tell me, I'm here."
"Okay...but it doesn't leave this car, alright?"
"I promise," said Race.
Lance took a deep breath. "The leopard that gave me the note...I do know him. A month ago, we...we..."
Race just waited, quietly and patiently.
"We had sex," said Lance. "And I LIKED it. Race, I'm gay. I think he wants to be my boyfriend."
Race said nothing, just stared at the steering wheel.
"Race?" asked Lance, a pit forming in his stomach.
"It's cool," said Race. "If that's your choice, it's cool. Not like I'm gonna stop being your friend, or anything." He smiled.
Lance smiled, too. "Okay. I feel better, now." Race reached across the center console and hugged Lance. Lance was a little shocked, but liked it, and threw an arm around Race. When Race let go, Lance opened the door. "I'd...better go."
"I'll see ya in class tomorrow," said Race through the doorway. "And Lance?"
"Yeah?" he asked, looking back.
"I'm glad you told me," said Race.
Lance smiled again. "Yeah. G'night."
When the door closed, Race drove away. When he got home, he walked into the living room, sitting down next to his sister, who was three years older than him. in the living room, sighing loudly.
"What's wrong?" asked his sister.
"Nothing," said Race.
"I know that look," she said. "And that is the look Race gets when something in bothering him more than usual. Spill it."
He looked around. "Are mom and dad home?"
She shook her head. "PTA meeting."
"OK...I just found out my best friend is gay," he said, feeling like a jerk for blabbing.
"Lance? So? Is there something wrong with that?" asked his sister, a little shocked at him.
"No, no, I mean, he's still my friend...but...it's bothering me," he said. "He's already with a guy."
"Hehe, you're funny when you're jealous," she said.
"When I'm WHAT!?" he asked.
"Jealous. Of whoever this other fur is," she said.
"I am NOT!" he said. "Nothing wrong with being gay, but I am not."
She shrugged, standing up. "Say it all you like, but I know my brother; and I know when he's jealous of something. And you might as well be painted green."
"Why would I be jealous?"
"Maybe because you wanted the chance to be with Lance," she said.
"That's just stupid," said Race. "He's my friend, not my BOYfriend."
She giggled. "Whatever, little bro. All I'm saying is, maybe you think about that." She left and went upstairs.
He leaned forward, frowning. He'd never seen Lance like that before. Not until he'd heard he was maybe taken. But he didn't think he was gay either. But when he thought of being with Lance the way this other guy had been, it did make him swoon a little.
"Oh, man," he said.
***
Lance walked into the kitchen, the smell of pizza catching his nostrils. There was a box with a note of top if it; "Pizza here for you. Went out to emergency meeting. Be home at 10. Do your homework, be in bed by 11. Mom and Dad."
He sighed. His parents owned their own law firm, and were out of the house ALL the time. Whereas he usually enjoyed the freedom, he really didn't want to be alone right now.
He opened the lid on the pizza, but his stomach reminded him of his burger from dinner, and he closed the box.
Roaming around the house, he couldn't land on one single thing to do; couldn't get in to TV shows, no CD's appealed to him, he played XBox for about thirty seconds before turning it off, tried to lay down on the couch and read but couldn't sit still. He wanted to do something. He looked over at the clock; 9:20.
He got up and was going for a drink when the doorbell rang. Who would be here this late?
He opened the door and was a little surprised when he saw who was there. "Josh?"
The small-stature kangaroo stood on the front porch, twirling the end of his shirt sleeve around and thumping his large tail. "Uh...h-hi, Lance."
"What are you doing here?" asked Lance. "I can't come out; it's a school night."
"I...I was hoping to come in," said Josh, not meeting Lance's eyes.
Lance stepped aside, letting the kangaroo in. "Are your parents home?" he asked, looking around as he took of his jacket.
"No," said Lance, "job emergency."
"So just you?" asked Josh.
"Just me," said Lance. "Wanna a drink, or some pizza? Plenty left over."
"S-sure," said Josh. "Just water."
Lance reached up and got a glass down, started filling it with water. "So, what can I do for you?"
"Plenty," said Josh. "I...I saw what you and the leopard did in the locker room showers today."
The glass Lance was filling shattered when it hit the bottom of the sink. "You what!?"
"I was in the locker room when you and Race came in," said Josh. "I was putting some things away for the football team. I was just finishing when the leopard--"
"His name is TY," said Lance, sourly.
"--sorry, Ty, walked in," said Josh. "I saw him go in the shower and you two...well, ya know."
"So?" asked Lance, turning around. "Come to blackmail me? I thought we were friends!?"
"We ARE," said Josh, walking over to Lance. "That's why I was hoping you'd accept what I came to you for." He took a deep breath. "I want to be with you like that, too."
Lance looked up. "You...what?"
"I want what Ty had with you," said Josh. "Lance, I've known I'm gay for, like, two years now. But I'm still a...y'know..."
"Virgin?" added Lance.
"Yeah," said Josh. "I've never known anyone else I knew for sure was...that way," said Josh. "Until you. I've always thought you were cute."
"That's very nice, but Ty and I are involved," said Lance, pushing past him.
"Is it for sure?" asked Josh.
"Well...er...NO, not yet anyway--"
"Then what's the harm?" asked Josh, grabbing Lance's arm. "Just one time?"
Lance shook free of Josh. "I think you should go."
"You don't want me tell, do you?" asked Josh, quietly.
Lance turned to him again, shocked. "You would--"
"I would," said Josh. "I REALLY want you, Lance."
"So you'll tell everyone you came onto me? You'll out yourself, too," said Lance.
"Nuh-uh," said Josh. "Just you and Ty; you're the ones that fucked around in the shower."
Lance looked away. "You--"
"Come on!" pleaded Josh. He took Lance's face in his paws. "Would it be THAT bad?"
Lance looked down at the kangaroo, at his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and the point in his pants.
"I...guess not," mumbled Lance.
Josh giggled. "It'll be good; I promise." He looked around. "But I don't want to do it HERE. Where can we get privacy?
"My room?" suggested Lance.
"Perfect," said Josh. He let Lance lead him upstairs. Lance locked the door behind them.
"OK, foxy-boy," said Josh, pulling of his own shirt, letting his muscles come into view. "Now you're mine." He grabbed Lance, pressing him against the door, kissing him deeply. Lance threw his arms around Josh's head, pulling him closer, exchanging his tongue with Josh's.
They broke their embrace only to get Lance's shirt and pants off. Josh grabbed Lance's cock through the thin fabric of the boxers. "Ooh, big foxy, too."
Lance blushed a little. He reached into Josh's pants, over the boxers. "Well, guess it's all true what they say about guys with big feet."
Josh laughed hard, jiggling Lance's balls as he did, and Lance murred deep in his throat.
"C'mon," said Josh, leading Lance to his bed by the cock. Just before pushing Lance down on the bed, he stripped off Lance's boxers. His own pants flew to the ground next.
Lance was face-down on the bed, Josh on top of him, his cock pressing into the small of Lance's back. "Ever been butt-fucked?"
"Yeah," said Lance, "just once."
"Wanna make it twice?" asked Josh.
"Don't you wanna lead up to that?" asked Lance.
Josh paused. "We can." He put his head under Lance's tail, sucking on his balls from behind. Unlike when Ty had licked them, Josh had Lance's ENTIRE sac in his mouth, playing Lance over with his mouth. Lance just moaned as his testicles danced in Josh's mouth.
Josh stopped sucking on Lance's balls and moved up between his legs, legs first. Lance's cock was right in his face. "Okay, stretch down to the other side."
"What?" asked Lance, confused.
"Put your muzzle down between my legs, but leave your cock down here," said Josh. "Come on, I've always wanted to try this!"
"What's 'this' exactly?" asked Lance.
"Sixty-nining," said Josh.
Lance was somewhat familiar with the concept. He did as instructed.
"OK," said Josh.
"OK, whaaaaAAAAAA--" yelped Lance as Josh set to work.
"Come on, you, too!" said Josh, resuming.
Lance brought his mouth down on Josh's dick, leading with tongue, slicking the way. He tried to ignore the pleasure between his legs, which kept making his feet and hips kick. But he managed to keep getting Josh's cock in his mouth, up and down, licking down the underside of Josh's shaft, pausing at a particularly sensitive bit of skin; he got the clue when Josh's tail wagged uncontrollably and he stopped sucking to give a muffled 'guh.'
Josh had pushed Lance's cock straight down his throat, deep-breathing through his nose. He got so far down, he could actually lick Lance's balls with his cock still in his mouth. But he eventually concentrated on Lance's cockhead, playing his tongue over the sensitive glans. He knew he was getting a reaction when Lance bucked his hips a little.
Lance was trying not to flex his muscles, because it hastened his orgasm. He was trying to make it last; it felt so GOOD. Cum kept pushing up through his shaft; it felt like gallons had collected in there. He was trying to push it down again, but felt one little pulse come through his maleness, and then it came in a flood. He felt his orgasm hit hard, spreading warmth and pleasure throughout his entire body. Josh seemed to have a good gag reflex, because none of Lance's load came out his mouth; Josh swallowed the whole thing.
And while fighting to not scream in elation, he managed to finish Josh. He pulled his tongue over Josh's 'spot' once more, and felt his cock start to twitch in his mouth. Lance, however, was also better prepared. However, Josh streamed more cum into his mouth than Ty had, and some of it dribbled down onto Josh's testes. Lance bent down and licked if off, taking the opportunity to suck at Josh's balls.
"Oh, MAN," said Josh, sitting up. "Who knew it was THAT good!?" He leaned over, licking some of his own semen off of Lance's muzzle. "What should we try next?"
"You ready to go again already!?" asked Lance, licking the side of Josh's face affectionately.
"Gonna take all I can get!" said Josh. He crawled over behind Lance, keeping him in his side. "Ever rimmed?"
"Ty started earlier, but never finISHED!" said Lance as Josh picked up where Ty left off. He buried his tongue far down in Lance's hole, loosening him up. Lance's tailhole flexed and tightened a little, but Josh applied a couple fingers to help, then a little more tongue, trying to get Lance nice and wet.
Lance just went with it, precum dripping off his head. When Josh saw that, he stopped his tongue-intensive preparation and went straight for the fun part. He crawled up closer to Lance and pressed his erect cock against his tailhole. Plunging himself inside, Lance loosened up further rather than tightening again. Lance sighed as Josh hilted himself, his dick rubbing Lance's prostate. That was something Ty had missed, and Lance LIKED it.
Josh was busy humping Lance, kissing the fox up and down his neck, nuzzling him. Then, he reached around under Lance's arm and started to paw-off the obviously re-excited fox. Lance murred, getting pleasure from both ends.
"Like that?" asked Josh, his paw moving up and down Lance's shaft in time with his own thrusts.
"Yeah," said Lance. "Harder, and deeper."
Josh did as instructed, pressing himself in until his pelvic bone pressed into Lance's rear. Lance yelped a little, in happiness, not pain. He felt his balls tightening up again, preparing to unload. He closed his eyes in enjoyment when he came all over Josh's paw. His cock flexed several times, spilling another sizeable load over Josh.
Josh was still pulling himself in and out of Lance, feeling his heat mixing with the fox's, feeling warmth rising in his kangaroo cock. He had a vague sense of Lance's penis pulsing in his hand, but ignored it in his throes. He was grunting hard, sweat pouring down his brow. He licked a little of Lance's cum off his hand, smelling the intense scent of it.
When Josh was ready to cum, he flexed his cock muscles, trying to hold it in. He managed for a few seconds, which made his orgasm much more intense. His semen spurted up into Lance's behind, warmth spreading across Lance's tailhole, dribbling onto the bed. Josh kept pulling his cock in and out, even as his orgasm was occurring, trying to prolong the moment and the feeling. But, eventually, he was spent. He collapsed onto the bed, putting his arm around Lance.
"How was it?" asked Josh, devilishly.
"Amazing," said Lance, still finding Josh's jiz around his mouth. He felt none of the uncertainty from his first encounter; except of how he could face Ty after this.
But now, he didn't care; he just looked over his shoulder at Josh. "I am sorta tired, though."
"Then we can sleep," said Josh, brushing away Lance's hair from his face. "Right here."
Lance kissed Josh. "I'd like that. But you know, there's still...Ty..."
"I know," said Josh. "But this is what I REALLY wanted; to be here with you."
Lance smiled. "OK."
The two of them fell asleep, Josh's arm around him, his cock still in Lance's tailhole, they keeping each other warm.
***
Ty sat by the phone, waiting for Lance's call. It was after eleven now, and still no call. He was worried; worried Lance had lied again, that he wasn't going to call, that he'd made another mistake. He didn't want to believe Lance was standing him up again; maybe he was busy, doing homework or something.
He took the phone upstairs with him, falling asleep with it on his chest.
***
Race woke up, yelping a bit, sweat pouring off his body. He'd gone to bed early, trying to get his mind off everything. But his subconscious made him deal with it, regardless of whether he wanted to or not. Images of Lance, nude and beckoning. Race told himself he wasn't turned on, it meant nothing; but the erection and spot of pre in his boxers begged a different case.
He got up and went into the bathroom, splashing water across his face. He looked into his own eyes in the mirror. At his shirtless chest. At his crotch, that still had his pink shaft sticking straight out. Lance kept invading his mind. Was it a sure thing with this other guy? Did he even WANT to try?
Sighing, he went back to bed, getting in and staring the ceiling. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping at all today.
He rolled over and grabbed the phone from his bedstand.
***
Lance woke up slowly, his eyes blurry. He felt Josh's arm still over him, and remember what he'd been doing, and smiled. He still felt the roo's cock corking his hole, as hard as it was two hours ago. He could hear the TV downstairs; his parents were home.
He reached over and shook Josh. "Hey," he said, quietly. "Wake up."
Josh's eyes opened slowly. He grinned. "Good morning."
"Not quite," said Lance. "It's after twelve, and my parents are home." He pulled himself off of Josh's impalement. He stood and got dressed again.
"Aww, what a shame," said Josh, propping himself up on his elbow, his cock still stiff as a board. "Wanna go for round three?" he asked, in a low, seductive voice.
"I've think you've gotten enough for one night," said Lance, throwing Josh's boxers over his face. Josh plucked them off, grinning.
"Okay, I GUESS," he said standing and re-pantsing. He hugged Lance, and kissed him again. "Thanks."
"I didn't do much," said Lance, blushing.
"You did enough," said Josh. "Ty's lucky."
"Not THAT lucky," said Lance.
"Hey, this doesn't count," said Josh. "Think of it as experimenting. You're not locked down yet."
"Yeah...," said Lance, scuffing at the carpet.
Josh kissed him again. "Out the window?"
Lance looked blank for a second, then realization dawned. "Oh, yeah. There's an overhang under it. You can get down pretty easy from there."
Josh opened the window, slipping onto the overhang. "See ya later."
"Yeah, later," said Lance.
With that, Josh crept to edge, dropped to the driveway, and was gone.
Lance sighed. He sat on the bed, feeling like a bastard for sleeping with Josh. But Josh was sort of right; it didn't count.
As he was thinking of that, he remembered he never called Ty. He fumbled for his phone, ready to dial, when the phone rang in his hand. He paused for a second. "Hello? Oh, hey Race! Is something wrong?...no, that's not a problem, we can meet tomorrow after school...is everything okay? Alright, tomorrow. Yeah, at three. Bye."
He hung up the phone, finding it odd that Race would call in the middle of the night to ask him to meet him on the football field tomorrow; Race didn't even LIKE football.
Looking over at the clock, he realized it was near twelve-thirty. Ty was probably in bed; he'd talk with him in math class tomorrow.
He crawled into bed, smelling of sweat and sex. But this time, he didn't care.
Part III: Everyone Loves a Party?
"TY!"
Lance bolted upright in bed, the single name escaping his mouth. He pried his shirt off, which was drenched in sweat, just the like the rest of him. He was breathing hard, and was wide awake. He looked over at the clock on his nightstand; 4:43. It was still dark outside.
There was a gentle knock at his door; his mother. "Lance? Is everything alright?"
"I'm--" he started, his voice cracking a little. He cleared his throat. "I'm fine."
His mother didn't say anything. "You sure, sweetie?"
"Yeah," he said, swinging his legs over the bed. He was happy he'd locked his door; he didn't need his mother to come in and see his fur matted in sweat and cum.
"OK," she said, walking back to their room.
Lance sighed, putting his face in his paws. It had been such a vivid dream; nightmare, really.
He'd been back in Ty's room, the two of them making out on Ty's bed. Lance had reached down and shucked off Ty's pants, Ty doing the same to him. Then, Ty had gotten up and helped to his Lance to feet, then went behind Lance to finish his rimming. But when he got down, he came back up, sputtering. He was spitting white fluid from his muzzle. "What's THIS!?" he'd asked, disgustedly. Lance tried to put his tail between his legs, whimpering. But Ty had yanked it back up. "Who have you been with? What dirty little fur have you been with, you cum-guzzling gutter fox!?"
"I--" began Lance, but Ty cut him off.
"NO! You know what, I don't want to know," he said, opening his bedroom door. "I'm sure you two will be happy together, fucking around. OUT!"
Lance said nothing, just slinked out of the door. It slammed behind him and then everything went black, leaving him alone.
That's when he woke up.
He could smell Josh, his body heat amplifying the smell. His fur was stiff in spots with dried semen. He could still taste Josh on his lips. Was a one-night stand worth it? Josh had assured him he wanted nothing more, but what if he lied? What if Ty found out? He couldn't stand the idea of lying to Ty.
He stood up, grabbing clothing. He knew sleep wasn't going to happen anymore. He opened his door and darted into the bathroom, scared his parents may be stalking the halls still. Turning on the hot water full blast, he stepped under, washing Josh out of him; ALL of him.
Standing in front of the mirror, he couldn't even meet his own gaze. He felt lower than dirt. He fooled around with another guy, behind Ty's back. He'd never had sex before his in his life, now he'd done it twice in two months, with two DIFFERENT guys, no less. This wasn't who he was. He wanted to ask Ty to be his boyfriend. He had to. He couldn't justify 'one time didn't count' over and over again.
It was five-thirty when he went back to his room. He played video games with the sound off, so not to disturb his parents. He watched the sun rise, his stomach clenching at the idea of math being his first period of the day.
He went downstairs, his mother making breakfast, his father reading the paper.
"You were up awful early," said his father. "Couldn't sleep?"
"No, not really," said Lance, sitting down, nervously playing with his fur.
His mother set a plate of pancakes in front of him. "Who's jacket is that on the chair?" she asked.
Lance nearly choked in his first bite. His eyes darted to the back of the chair near the door; Josh's jacket was still flung over the back.
He cleared his throat, swallowing hard. "Josh's," he said, as off-handedly as possible.
"Oh?" asked his mother. "That's the little kangaroo, right? What was he doing here?"
Lance tried not to blush. "We were studying. Just studying for a few hours."
"Is that how the glass broke?" asked his father, not-sternly, more curiously.
"Yeah," said Lance. "I was getting a drink for Josh, dropped the glass and broke it. I was gonna pick it up before you got home, just didn't have time. I was SO tired."
"Well, it's alright," said his mother, getting Lance's father a plate of pancakes. "No big deal. I'm just curious how Josh forgot his jacket; it was pretty cold last night."
Lance was wolfing down his breakfast now, anxious to get out of the house. "I guess--"
"Don't talk with your mouth full," said his father.
Lance swallowed. "I guess he was just in a hurry; favorite TV show or something." He dropped his fork, grabbing his backpack. "I'll, uh, walk to school today. Bye!" And with that, he was out the door.
His mother sat down at the table now. "Aren't you going to ask him why Josh went out the window, and why he was here that late?"
His father sipped at his coffee. "No, not now. I'll ask him the same time I ask him why he came home so late a month ago, the same time you ask him why his clothes were in a plastic bag and smelled of someone besides him."
"So...never?" asked his mother.
"Precisely," said his father, opening the next section of the paper. "As long as it's not drugs, I'm willing to let him do whatever he needs to."
"Maybe it's a girl," said his mother.
***
Lance walked into his math class, looking around; no Ty. But Race was there already.
Race's heart skipped a beat when Lance walked in. He tried to hide the fact that his pants had tented while he was thinking about Lance showing up. The fox walked to his usual seat, sitting down next to Race.
"Hey," Race managed to get out.
"Hmf," said Lance.
Race looked over at his friend. "Something wrong?"
"No...nothing you want to hear about," said Lance weakly.
Race leaned in closely. "Guy problems?"
"NO!" said Lance. "And keep that to a minimum, okay?" Lance shifted a bit in his seat. "Well, maybe. Problems with ME."
"What?" asked Race.
"N-nothing," said Lance. "Just...don't wanna talk about it."
"Okay," said Race.
"So, what is it you want to talk about?" asked Lance, remembering Race's phonecall from last night.
"Uh, well, I, um--"
Race was saved when the bell rang, and the teacher came in. Ty was right behind him, running for his seat.
Race took a deep breath. "I'll tell ya later, okay?"
"...Okay," said Lance, turning his attention to the teacher.
When the bell cut loose, Lance walked past Race and over to Ty. Race watched him go to the leopard, exchange a quick 'hello', followed by a furtive look around to make sure one was watching, then Lance planting a quick kiss. The leopard giggled and they walked out of the classroom. Race sighed watching them go; that must've been the other guy. He was in shape, good-looking, and obviously willing. How the hell was he going to compete with THAT!?
Ty walked with Lance down to his locker. "Sorry I didn't call. I had a...study session."
"It's okay," said Ty. "As long as you weren't with some other guy!" He laughed.
Lance dropped his textbook he was getting out. "Er...no, of course not."
"Lance, that was a JOKE," said Ty.
"Oh, right...heheh," said Lance, picking up his book.
Ty gave him a funny look.
"Sorry, rough night," said Lance. "Didn't sleep well."
"Well, we could blow off second period," whispered Ty. "And then do a little more blowing."
Lance grinned widely. "I'd love to, but I really don't think I can afford to skip. Mid-terms are just a month away."
"Fine," said Ty. "But maybe we can do a little study session for them later?" he asked, swishing his tail a little.
"Sounds good," said Lance. "Your place?"
"Yeah," said Ty. "Later." He walked off towards second period.
Lance was still smiling when Ty left, the grabbed his books and walked towards his own class.
***
Lance sat down at his lunch table. There was already a full-swing discussion on 'XBOX2 versus PS3' in progress, mostly between Rick and Chris, who had the same argument on 'DS versus PSP.'
"Where's Josh?" asked Lance, sitting down.
"Right here," came a voice next to him. Josh sat down with his lunch tray. "Heya."
"Yeah, hi," said Lance, opening his lunch bag.
"Have fun studying last night?" asked Josh, starting into a slice of pizza.
"Yeah," said Lance. "But I think our study sessions are over. I feel pretty good about the test."
"Test?" asked Clark, quizzically.
"Uh, yeah," said Lance. "Just some lame test."
"Maybe we can talk about the test later," said Josh. "I still feel a little...unsure about it."
Lance looked over at Josh. "I thought we agreed we only had to...study once."
"Maybe we should study for EVERY test," said Josh, grinning.
Lance stood up. "Come on, let's go 'talk'...NOW."
Josh followed Lance out of the cafeteria.
"WHAT test!?" asked Clark.
Lance dragged Josh around the corner and into the janitor's closet. "Not the most romantic place..." started Josh.
"Shut up," said Lance. "YOU said it was a one-time thing, and that was it. I'm trying to be with Ty here, and I don't need you fucking it up for me. I DON'T have an interest in any other guys, okay?"
Josh scuffed at the ground, looking at his feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't think a little harmless flirting would hurt anyth--"
"Well, it does," said Lance. "It's bad enough I went with you last night."
"Bad enough? You can't tell me you didn't like that," said Josh. He put his paws on Lance's shoulders. "You were the first guy I've been with...EVER. You're always going to be special to me now."
Lance pried off Josh's paws. "That's fine. But I'm going to be with Ty, and no one else is going to stand in my way. Keep the flirting to a minimum, and don't think you're going to wedge yourself between me and Ty,"
"That would be HOT--"
"JOSH!"
"Kidding! Just kidding," said Josh, raising his hands in defense. He kissed Lance lightly. "I promise, no more, okay? I won't hit on you anymore."
Lance smiled. "Okay." He opened the door and left.
"That doesn't mean your boyfriend is off limits, though," said Josh, quietly.
Lance walked back to the table, sitting down, staring at his food.
"Where's Josh?" asked Gary, the dalmatian, generally the quietest of the group.
"He's...uh...getting a drink, I think," said Lance.
"Awww. I wanted to invite both you guys to my birthday party next Saturday," said Gary.
"Really?" asked Lance.
"Yeah," said Gary. "I'm inviting all my friends; I'm gonna invite Race, too. Bring a guest, even; parents are outta town all weekend!!"
"Anyone for a guest?" asked Lance.
"Sure!" said Gary.
Lance knew who he was going to ask.
"So, next Saturday, then?" asked Lance. "As in, a week from tomorrow?"
"Yep," said Gary.
"I'll be there," said Lance.
"Great!!" exclaimed Gary. "I'm gonna be sure to find Josh and tell him, too."
Lance sat back in his seat. "Oh...great."
***
When the final bell rang, Lance went to get his jacket and head to the football field. He still wondered what Race wanted to talk about.
He was going out the front doors and rounding the corner when he grabbed from the small alleyway between the two parts of the school building. Warmth spread across his muzzle.
"Heya," said Ty, releasing Lance's tongue.
Lance smiled. "Hi." He kept looking out, afraid someone was watching.
"Don't worry, too dark to see back here," said Ty, unzipping Lance's pants.
"What're you doing!?" asked Lance in a fierce whisper.
"It's always sexier with the chance of being caught," said Ty, spreading Lance's boxers apart, teasing his shaft out through the opening in the fabric. Despite the cold, Lance was fully hard already, and plenty loose.
"Oh!" said Lance, as Ty's mouth moved over his exposed cock. Ty played the rest of Lance's sheath away, massaging the base of Lance's shaft with his thumb, playing with Lace's balls with his other free paw. Lance could hear suckling noises as Ty played his muzzle over the top of Lance's cockhead.
Ty eventually stopped with his thumb to push his muzzle all the way down Lance's cock. He pressed his tongue against the underside of Lance's penis, licking up and down. He managed to get all the way to the bottom, then slowly pulled himself off with a little 'pop'. He licked off the precum on the tip of Lance.
Lance opened his eyes, which he'd had closed since Ty had throated him. "Why'd you stop?" he asked.
"I just wanted to prime you," said Ty. He unzipped his own pants, turning around. "I don't think you've had a turn at me."
"No, this is true," said Lance, hesitating. "Now?"
Ty bent over, looking up through his legs. "Now."
Lance grabbed Ty by the hips, bringing his leaking cock down towards Ty's tail. He lifted the leopard's tail up and out of the way, exposing his pink hole. He then brought himself forward, inching in. His preing head slicked the way for him, making it easy to get into Ty.
"Little loose," said Lance, pushing more and more of his cock into Ty.
"Lots of practice," said Ty, grinning. "I've done things that would make your head spin and need to sleep for three days."
"We'll have to pick a three-day weekend," said Lance, devilishly.
Ty laughed, reaching up and starting to paw himself off. His own member was dripping pre-cum across the cement. Lance was still looking over his shoulder, seeing if someone was watching. Still no one had screamed 'OH, GOD!'
He managed to get his cock all the way into Ty, his warm insides tight against Lance, but not uncomfortably. He then pulled himself back out half-way, then pushed back in, over and over. He kept it going slowly, feeling his cum pushing back up through him. He adjusted himself so that a particularly sensitive spot was pressing against the bottom of Ty's tailhole, which made shivers go up and down his spine. His testicles kept churning, bouncing up and down as he penetrated Ty.
Ty was pulling his paw over his dick, trying keep time with Lance's thrusts. He had to brace himself against the wall with his other paw, Lance thrusting farther into Ty; and it felt great.
Lance was pressing into Ty faster now, almost unable to control the bucking of his hips. He felt cum collecting in his cock, pressing against his head, begging to be released. He looked around Ty's spread legs and saw the leopard pleasuring himself, gasping from both himself and Lance.
Ty's own cock pulsed, and then erupted across the ground, spraying his semen everywhere. He tried to keep the evidence off his pants, licking it off his fingers. His orgasm lasted for nine contractions, each one pumping more cum from his body. When it was done, he still felt Lance inside of him.
But Lance's own cumming wasn't far behind. He felt a small twinge run from his balls and up his cock to his head. Then, he exploded inside of Ty. This was the first time he'd topped someone, and his orgasm was the most intense he'd ever had. He flooded Ty's insides with cum, feeling his own warmth on his cock, more of it dribbling down Ty's legs.
Lance pulled himself from Ty when he was finished. Ty turned around, licking Lance's semen off his cock, slurping it down.
"That was great," whispered Lance.
"Yeah," said Ty. "First time, right?"
"For giving butt-sex, yeah," said Lance, grinning. "Is it always that good?"
"Yeah," said Ty, pulling up his pants and kissing Lance. "Gets better every time, too."
Lance kissed Ty back. "Then let's not wait too long for the next time." He looked down at his watch. "Aw, damn! I promised I'd meet Race on the football field."
"We'll meet up later," said Ty. "Stop by, around eightish, or so, okay?"
"Yeah," said Lance, as they walked out of the alley. "I'll see you then." He ran off towards the football field. Ty just smiled, enjoying watching Lance leave; at least watching his ass.
***
Race sat on the bleachers, looking around for Lance. It was a little chilly, but he wanted to talk with Lance so badly. He was trying to figure out the right words; "I like you"...no..."would you ever want to...?"...no..."you're my best friend and..."...no. He just didn't have the right words that conveyed "I'm gay, too, and you're cute."
He was ready to give up waiting when he spied Lance come from the small alley that had been formed between the two ends of the high school. What he was doing back there, Race wasn't sure; until he saw the snow leopard emerge with him, both of them smiling at each other. Race then knew what had happened. He looked away, choking back tears. If it wasn't official yet, it had to be close; he couldn't tell Lance how he felt NOW.
Race watched Lance jog from the leopard and head towards the football field; Race started running to the opposite end, not wanting to see Lance right now. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he couldn't do it face-to-face.
He didn't stop running until he was home, back in his room.
***
When Lance hit the field, he looked all around for Race, but didn't see any hint of the collie. He knew he was late, but wasn't THAT late. He didn't expect Race to be so impatient.
He sighed, walking off the field. Maybe he'd call him later, see what he wanted.
***
Ty stepped through his front door, hanging up his jacket and sitting down with a sigh. His parents were already at work, and it would be at least three hours before Lance came over.
He was ready to go upstairs and play video games when his front doorbell rang. Maybe Lance had come over early.
He opened the door and on his porch was a kangaroo. "Hello."
"Hi," said the kangaroo shyly.
"Can I...help you?" asked Ty.
"Yeah," said the kangaroo. "My name is Josh. I'm a friend of Lance's. He'd mentioned you a few times, thought I'd stop by and say hello."
"Oh!" said Ty. "Come on in."
Josh stepped inside, taking off his jacket. "Anyone else here?"
"Nope," said Ty. "My parents work all night, so it's just me every night; gets a little lonely. I'm glad I'm friends with Lance."
"So just friends, so far?" asked Josh, off-handedly.
"Yeah, we...wait, what do you mean 'so far'?" asked Ty.
"Well, you suck a guy off in the shower, I think it's more than 'just friends,' " said Josh, moving closer to Ty. "You could suck ME off in the shower, y'know. Or here, or on a bed, or wherever."
Ty looked up at Josh in shock. "What!?"
"Well, it doesn't have to be a BJ; I'm up for almost ANYthing," said Josh, leaning over Ty on the couch.
Ty pushed him off. "I don't know what ideas you have, but I think you should go!"
Josh sat back on the couch. "I get the idea you're gay, and so am I. And I'm looking for a little fun. Now, c'mere!"
Ty stood up. "No! Lance is my guy, and there's nothing that can change that."
"Not even pictures, plastered across the whole school of you two?" asked Josh.
"You don't have pictures!" said Ty.
"Really?" asked Josh. "There's an envelope at home that begs otherwise," bluffed Josh. "You don't want me to out you two to the school, hmmm? I'm sure everyone will be so understanding."
Ty fidgeted with his paws. "That's...you...you're supposed to be Lance's FRIEND."
"And I am," said Josh, getting up and touching Ty's arm. "I want to be YOUR friend, too. Just one night. Is that so bad? We both get something out of it."
Ty looked at Josh, realizing how good-looking the kangaroo was, not knowing Josh was playing both he and Lance just for a little action. "Well, maybe..."
"No maybe's, c'mon, we'll have a little fun!" said Josh. "I'm sure you were with other guys before Lance, right?"
"Well, yeah..."
"So, what's wrong with one more?" he asked.
"I guess," said Ty. If it saves Lance from being outed, thought Ty, I can do it.
Josh turned Ty around and pushed him back onto the couch. He took off his own shirt, then ripped off Ty's. He fell over the arm of the couch, on top of Ty, pressing his chest against his.
"Mmmm, hard already, huh?" asked Josh, playing his paw over Ty's chest.
Ty grinned. "Yeah, just a little."
Josh pushed his paw down Ty's pants. "Doesn't feel so little to me." He parted Ty's boxers, playing with his cockhead.
"Mrrr," said Ty, closing his eyes.
Josh unbuttoned Ty's pants with his free paw. "Feels good, huh?"
"Yeah," said Ty, grabbing Josh through his pants. "How 'bout that?"
Josh smiled. "Feels really good." He licked Ty. "How 'bout we get these annoying clothes off?" He pulled Ty's pants off, followed by his boxers. Then he pulled off his own. They both lay there, naked and looking into each other's eyes. Their shafts rubbed against one another, and Josh poked at Ty's balls with the end of him.
"How you want it?" asked Josh, pulling the rest of both their shafts away.
Ty looked away. "However you want."
Josh had a predatory glint in his eyes as he reached down, slipping a digit into Ty's tailhole. "Hmmm, nice and loose in there, I see. Plenty of practice."
Ty blushed. "Yeah..."
"But not yet," said Josh, moving forward and sitting on Ty's chest, his cock dangling right in front of Ty's muzzle; it even brushed against Ty's nose on occasion.
Ty willingly bent his head forward, sucking down Josh's cock. Josh threw his head back, growling low in his throat. Ty dragged his tongue across Josh's flesh, tasting his salty-sweetness. Pre had formed in Josh's slit, and Ty lapped it up eagerly.
Josh looked down into Ty's eyes. "That's good, Ty."
Ty said nothing, taking a break to lick Josh's balls, then back to his exposed shaft. He propped himself up to get a better angle on it, taking as much as he could into his maw. Josh wasn't as big as Lance, but damn close. He slicked up Josh, then pawed him a little, his fur quickly getting soaked in his own saliva and Josh's precum.
"C'mon, get your muzzle back on there!" said Josh. Ty did as he asked, putting his mouth back on Josh.
When he did, Josh started to face-fuck the leopard. Ty was a little surprised when he began, but went with it. He put his tongue on the kangaroo's sensitive spot, letting him run his cock over it when he came back into his muzzle every time. Josh pounded into Ty's muzzle, but not too hard; he didn't want to hurt him. His balls kept hitting Ty, but Ty didn't care.
Josh could feel himself welling up with cum. His dick was rock-hard, but he was trying to push it down. He kept bucking into Ty, rubbing his sensitive head against the roof of his muzzle. Ty loved feeling Josh inside, touching the top of his mouth. He reached around, sinking a digit in and out of Josh's hole, imitating butt-sex. He stroked Josh's prostate through the wall of his tailhole. He felt Josh's cock flex a little more when Ty hit him in the right spot.
Josh was in heaven. When Ty had started to finger him, he'd just lost it totally. Pleasure was all over his body. He felt semen spread up through his shaft. He tightened his muscles, and Ty felt his tailhole tighten. He knew Josh was on the edge.
When Josh came, he pulled his cock from Ty's muzzle, cumming all over the leopard's face. Ty felt the warm, sticky fluid hit him, and he liked it. He'd only ever had one other facial in his life. He pushed his digit farther into Josh's tailhole, feeling it spasm around his paw. That only amplified Josh's pleasure.
When Josh's orgasm had passed, he bent down and licked himself off of Ty. "You're turn."
"I like to top," said Ty.
Josh stepped off of Ty, then lay back on the floor, spreading his legs showing his pink hole.
Ty knelt down in front of him. He scooped some of Josh's cum off himself and Josh's cock and spread it across Josh's hole, lubing him up. Josh shivered when it touched him, and more when Ty lay across him. He ran a paw up and down the inside of Josh's thigh, pressing his cock just below Josh's tailhole.
"C'mon," said Josh. "Fill me up."
Ty poked him in stomach with a paw. "In due time." He pressed his cock just against Josh's hole, feeling the warm cum he'd smeared there. He felt his aching cock just begging to be fulfilled, to be pressed into that warm spot, and have its out.
He moved his hips forward, slowly bringing himself into Josh. Josh took in a sharp breath, being the first time his hole had been penetrated. It was odd feeling; he wanted to pucker his tailhole, but resisted. He wanted Ty inside of him.
Ty pressed on harder, feeling the kangaroo open up beneath him. Ty could tell this was his first time taking a butt-fuck. But Josh wasn't crying out or complaining, so Ty kept pushing his cock into the little roo. He could feel the semen lubing up the path for him, making it slick and easy to get into him. He was impressed the roo hadn't clamped down at all; he was taking it well.
Josh closed his eyes. It all felt good and hurt like hell at the same time. Ty felt so long and thick; he didn't think he'd EVER get all the way in. But it wasn't really more than a couple minutes before Ty said, "okay."
Josh opened the eyes, looking up at Ty. "Okay, what?"
"I'm all the way in," said Ty, smiling. "I'm hilted." Ty moved himself out, then slowly back in again. Josh sighed in pleasure.
"That feels really good," said Josh.
"I'm glad," said Ty, almost forgetting WHY he was doing this. He pulled himself in and out, feeling his testicles knocking against Josh over and over again. He watched as Josh reached up and started to paw himself off; he could see the roo's cock was ready to go again.
Ty kept pushing himself in and out, feeling his seed run up through his shaft. It was so slick now from his own pre he was having no problem getting back into the kangaroo. He could feel little spasms running along his cock, and Josh could feel those translated into his tailhole. He knew Ty would be cumming soon, and kept his pawing up; he wanted to come with Ty.
Ty's entire body felt electrified as he brought himself into Josh once more. With that final slam home, he felt his semen rush up through his shaft, exploding into Josh's rear end. He sighed with pleasure and relief as he spasmed nine times, each one feeling better than the last.
Josh felt Ty cumming into his rear end, and he then felt his own cum pushing up through his cock again. He came across his own chest, his penis spattering thick globules of his white seed onto his tan chest. His second orgasm felt better then the first.
Ty lay down across Josh, then rolled the side, both of them face to face, Ty's cock still in Josh's butt.
"That was great," said Josh, kissing Ty. "Thank you."
Ty just blushed, then pulled his cock from Josh. "I think--"
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a soft knock at the door. Ty visibly jumped; who would be here?
He crossed the room naked, crouching and looking through the blinds on the window. "Oh, my God; it's Lance! He's early."
Josh grabbed Ty's butt. "So we'll make it a three-way." He growled.
"No," said Ty. "I don't want Lance to know. EVER."
Josh grabbed his and Ty's pants, throwing Ty his. "Then get dressed."
Ty pulled his shirt and pants back on as the door bell rang. "Just a sec!" yelled Ty. When Josh was dressed, Ty went and opened the door. "Hey, Lance!"
"Hey," said Lance, stepping past Ty. He stopped dead when he saw Josh. "What's he doing here?"
"He--" began Ty.
"--was just leaving," said Josh, passing the two of them. "I'll see ya later, Ty."
Ty didn't say anything. Josh walked to the door and left.
Lance sniffed at the air, catching a familiar musk. And he noticed Ty's still-hard erection in his pants. "What exactly were you two doing?"
"I--I didn't think you'd be here so early," said Ty, walking from the living room to the kitchen. "Guess we can really get going on studying!"
"Ty..." began Lance. "I know those droplets of semen on the carpet didn't get there by themselves."
Ty swallowed hard. He turned to Lance, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry! H-He can came here, and threatened--and then said--" Ty sobbed, then ran to Lance and threw his arms around the fox. "I'm so sorry! I just want to be with you!"
Lance guided Ty to the couch, both of them sitting down, Ty wiping his eyes.
"Look," said Lance, "you're not all to blame here."
"Yes, I AM!" said Ty, miserably. "He said he had pictures of us, and would spread them around school, but it was no reason to do it. I thought I'd have time to clean up before you got here."
"Ty, it's not all your fault." Lance sighed. "He came to me last night, too. Same threat. And I went to bed with him."
Ty looked up. "What?"
"He said he'd out us both," said Lance, now a few tears slipping from his own eyes. "I didn't...didn't want to, but I didn't want you getting hurt again. I can't bear the thought of you moving away from me."
Ty sniffled again. "So...he was just using us?"
Lance gritted his teeth. "Seems that way."
Ty put his head on Lance's shoulder. "I really do only want to be with you."
"I know," said Lance. "And I want to be with you."
"So...you'll be my boyfriend?" asked Ty, hopefully.
"Yes," said Lance. "Yes I will."
Ty kissed Lance hard, hugging the fox close. "That makes me happier than you will ever know."
"I think I can imagine," said Lance, squeezing Ty's butt.
Ty wiped a few more tears from his eyes. "So...should we study now?"
"Yeah," said Lance. "But REAL studying."
"Deal," said Ty, giggling.
***
Lance got home around eight. Even though it was a Friday, he was dead tired. He unlocked his door and stepped inside. He almost walked over the envelope on the floor. He picked it up, quizzically; there was no name or address or anything on it. It wasn't sealed either, the back flap just tucked under. He opened it up and found a single card inside, with "From your secret admirer" written across it.
Lance frowned. Was this from Josh? He didn't think so; Josh wouldn't be this tactful or secretive. And he'd been with Ty all day. So who'd left it.
He went upstairs, laying the card on his desk. It had been one hell of a day. At least he'd gotten Ty to agree to go to Gary's party next Saturday.
Lance picked up his phone, dialing Race's house.
"Hello?" a female voice came on.
"Oh, hey, Mindy," said Lance to Race's sister. "Home visiting?"
"Hi, Lance. Yeah, for a little while." Mindy attended a college in a different state. "Looking for Race?"
"Yeah, is he there?" asked Lance.
"Hang on," said Mindy. Lance could hear voices in the background, low and furtive. "Naw, sorry, Lance he's...uh...studying, I guess, doesn't want to be disturbed."
"Oh....," said Lance, frowning. "Well, ask him to call me, okay?"
"Will do," said Mindy. "Bye, Lance." And she hung up.
Lance put the phone down. Race had never turned him down just because he was studying. He wondered what was up.
***
Mindy hung the phone up, sighing. "Still not confronting him?" she asked her brother.
Race said nothing, looking at the TV.
"You'll have to see him on Monday," she said, "and the sooner you get this over with, the better you're gonna feel."
He still said nothing.
She sighed again, exasperated. "Well, don't expect me to lie for you anymore." She left the room.
Race watched her go, then clicked off the TV. He had no idea what he was going to do. Why was he having these feelings NOW? He wondered idly if Lance had noticed the card he'd slipped under the door. He'd felt like such an idiot afterward, but couldn't think of anything else to do.
He reached over and picked up the phone, dialing the first six numbers of Lance's number, then stopped. He cleared the number and put the phone down. He ran upstairs to his room, sitting down on his bed, trying to will away the feeling of emptiness and pain he felt inside. He didn't want his parents to see him moping over a GUY; it was bad enough his sister knew.
He rolled over and went to sleep, not bothering to change his clothes. He had no idea what he was going to do, but he knew he couldn't avoid Lance forever. But for now, he slept.
***
Saturday, Race left another note for Lance; he sealed and addressed this one to Lance because his parents would be home. Sunday, he dropped off a package that had a necklace in it for Lance.
Lance couldn't figure out who was leaving these things for him. He even called Ty, asking if he'd left the necklace for him. Ty said no, and asked Lance about it. Lance said maybe it was a wrong house delivery; despite the fact it had Lance's name right on it, which he neglected to mention. He also left out the notes he'd received.
On Monday, Race was absent from school. Lance was worried if he was okay or not; he hadn't called him back all weekend.
Tuesday, Race was also gone. Lance tried calling him, but got no answer.
On Wednesday, Race was back in his usual seat.
"Hey, there," said Lance, sitting down next to him. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah," said Race, not looking at Lance. "Just a little cold, ya know?" He looked over at the empty spot in the opposite corner. "Where's the leopard?"
"Ty?" asked Lance. "Back in his own class."
"Oh."
"You sure everything's okay?" asked Lance.
Race smiled weakly. "Yeah, don't worry about me."
"...OK," said Lance, not believing him.
When Lance got home that day, there was another package for him; this one was a gold-plated watch. He usually didn't wear watches, but this one looked so good. He still couldn't figure out who was leaving these for him.
By the time Saturday rolled around, he'd received two more notes from his 'secret admirer.' But he shoved those aside; tonight was Gary's party.
***
Lance pulled up in front of Ty's house at seven, the leopard jumping in and planting a kiss on Lance. "Heya."
Lance smiled, putting the car in gear, and heading Gary's.
Gary lived in the more up-scale area of town; he had a three-floor house, border-line mansion. The driveway, front yard, and street were packed with cars already, furs walking towards the house. Lance managed to fit his car on the street, he and Ty walking towards the house.
Inside, it was loud, bright, and wall-to-walls furs. A long table was positioned along the left-hand wall, filled with chips, pop, finger sandwiches, and such. In the back, in the kitchen, was the keg and assorted liquors. Gary's parents were gone for the weekend, so anything was fair play.
Lance could also spot amorous guys taking their girls upstairs, barely waiting before peeling off clothing.
"Hey!" shouted a voice. Gary crossed the room to Lance. "Glad you could come!" he shouted over the music that was playing, "Dave Mathews' Band' on right now. "Who's your friend!?"
"This is Ty," said Lance. "He's still fairly-new to town."
"Hey!" shouted Gary to Ty. "Have fun here! Any friends of Lance's are okay with me!"
"Thanks!" Ty shouted back.
Gary tipped his glass at them. "Drink's in the back, food is...everywhere! Have fun!" He walked off, mingling with other furs.
Lance and Ty moved into the next room, away from the music. "How'd he get booze?" asked Ty.
"His brother is twenty-two," said Lance, grabbing a fistful of Doritos. "I'd guess he brought it."
Ty nodded.
"You want some?" asked Lance. "I'm driving."
"No," said Ty, "I don't like beer."
" 'Kay," said Lance.
Across the room, Race was watching Lance walk in with Ty. He was standing with Clark, and Chris and a few of the other guys, half-listening to them talking and laughing. He'd already shot down four beers, and was on his fifth. He watched as Ty put an arm around Lance, looking like two friends to anyone else. Race was thrilled to see that Lance was wearing the necklace he'd given him.
When Race watched Ty walk away, he crossed the room to Lance.
"Hi," said Race, setting his drink down.
"Oh, hey, there ya are!" said Lance, turning around.
"Yeah, I was over there with Clark," said Race. He leaned in close. "Where'd Ty go?"
"He went to get something to eat," said Lance. "He'll be back in a second. Why?"
"Cuz there's something...upstairs I want to show you," said Race.
"Have you been drinking?" asked Lance.
"A little," said Race. "Come on, it'll only take a second." He grabbed Lance's paw and lead him upstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, Josh watched as the two of them made their way upstairs. He then looked across at Ty, who had a bewildered look on his face when he didn't see Lance. Josh smiled.
Race opened the bedroom door at the end of the hall. "What is this thing?" asked Lance, stepping inside. He stopped when he heard the door close and the lock engage. Lance turned around. "What are you--?"
He was cut off when Race grabbed him and kissed him. Lance shook free. "Race!"
"Please, Lance," said Race. "I don't know what it is, but ever since you started being with Ty, I can't get you off my mind! I've never felt this way before until now, but I now...now I want to be with you like that."
Lance couldn't believe it. This was insanity; he had THREE guys after him now? And on top of it, this guy was his best friend.
"Race, look, I...Ty is my boyfriend now," said Lance, backing up. "Besides, your STRAIGHT."
"Not any more," said Race, taking off his shirt.
"You are drunk, though," said Lance.
"I still know what I want," said Race. Lance was entranced by the collie's tight muscles, and looked across his chest and abs.
"You're my best friend," said Lance. "W-we can't--" He tripped and fell across the bed.
Race pounced on top of him. "Why not? I am your secret admirer."
"You--!?"
Race grinned and nodded. "You're so hot, and smart, and sexy, Lance. I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather be with." He kissed Lance again.
Lance looked up at his friend. "Race, I..." He hugged Race tight, pulling him down on top of him. "NO! I can't do this to Ty again!" He wriggled out from under Race and sat against the headboard. "I already was...unfaithful once."
"I don't want it to be once," said Race, stroking Lance's hair. "I want you as my own."
"You want to be my boyfriend?" asked Lance.
"Yeah," said Race, his stomach twisting. Lance had already said Ty was his boyfriend.
Lance looked into Race's deep, green eyes. "I....I wanted you as mine, too, but I didn't think you were--"
"Well, now I am," said Race.
"But Ty..."
Race sat next to him, putting arm around Lance, pulling him close. "You're my best friend in the world; I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to. But I do really like you."
Lance sighed, looking down. "I really don't want to hurt Ty." He looked back at Race. "But I like you, too."
Race smiled. "So, you'll be...with ME?"
Lance grinned now. "Yeah, I'd like that." He licked Race. "A lot."
Race reached down and fondled Lance through his jeans. "These pants are in my way."
Lance looked down at Race, who obviously already was hard. "Your's too." Lance stripped off his own shirt, throwing it away to the floor. Race kissed him up and down his chest, unzipping Lance's pants. Lance murred and reached over and undid Race's. Both pairs of jeans floated to the ground.
They kneeled in front of each other, hugging hard. Lance kissed Race up his neck, Race slipping Lance's boxers down his butt and stroking a claw along his cheeks, bringing to his tailhole now and then. Lance giggled and shivered; he reached down and yanked the collie's boxers down all together. His pink member was already free of his sheath, but his knot was still hidden.
"Hmmm, I see what you have your mind on," said Race.
Lance grinned again, throwing the collie down on the bed. He straddled him, biting him lightly on the neck. Race reached down and shucked off Lance's boxers, his hard cockhead bouncing into view.
Lance sprawled across Race, nude, just feeling his warmth. He felt Race slip his arms around him, hugging him close. "I've always liked you, Race," mumbled Lance.
Race smiled now. "I always liked you, too; unfortunately, it took another guy to make me realize that." He stroked Lance's hair softly, his other paw tracing slow circles around Lance's back. Lance sighed contentedly, closing his eyes.
"Do you wanna?" asked Lance after a moment.
"Do I want to what?" asked Race, genuinely.
Lance looked into his eyes. "Be WITH me."
"Oh," said Race. "Yeah, I'd like that, too."
Lance sat back up. "Okay."
Lance moved back, still sitting on top of Race, and eased himself over Race's cock. Race gasped at the feeling of Lance's warm tailhole spreading over his penis. He bucked his hips a little, forcing it in deeper. Lance laughed. "Little eager?"
"First time," said Race, also laughing a little.
Lance settled himself over Race completely, letting his cock fill his own tailhole completely.
"What now?" asked Race, sheepishly.
Lance started to move himself up and down, riding Lance's cock. "This."
"Ohhhhhhhh.....," said Lance in a trance-like voice. He felt himself getting stiffer, which he didn't think was possible. His balls started to tingle, and he liked that feeling. He also felt his knot starting to form.
Lance felt odd himself; he was used to being lubed up when being penetrated, but it didn't hurt as much as he expected. Besides, Race was started to pre now, so it helped to slick things up. He could feel the collie's knot forming, a bulbous growth at the base of his cock Lance's tailhole kept hitting when he came back down.
Lance stopped. "Roll to the side."
"Huh?" asked Race, a little breathless.
"Come on, roll with me," said Lance. They both ended up on their right side, Race still embedded in Lance. "OK, go ahead."
"With what?" asked Race.
"Fuck me," said Lance, quietly. "Bury that knot in me."
Race did as encouraged, sliding himself in and out of Lance; this felt even better to him. His cock moved easily in and out of Lance, catching small sensitive areas of his shaft on the way out, which made him growl. He leaned forward and bit Lance's neck as he breeded him.
Lance could feel his own cock throbbing, and he was tempted to reach down and start pawing himself, but he resisted. He wanted to have all of himself when he returned the favor to Race. Instead, he lifted his left leg, giving Race a little more room to work with and fondled his own testicles.
Race didn't think it could get any better, until he felt his knot form fully, and he rested that inside of Lance. That was a whole new level of pleasure. For Lance, this made his eyes go wide and yip a little.
"You okay?" asked Race, stopping. He tried to pull his cock out, but found he was now fully tied with Lance; it would be too painful to get back out.
"Yeah, that's just a new feeling," said Lance. "But I like it." He smiled.
Race grinned and resumed his pumping, having to keep his knot inside of Lance now. Every thrust out brought a tingle of pleasure up his cock to his head when his knot pressed against Lance's hole. He felt semen pressing against his slit, preing like crazy. His heat and Lance's mixing deep inside of Lance's tailhole, making his head spin and he was panting intensely.
"Nnng," he gasped out, as he felt one last tingle, then his cock spasmed hard inside of Lance. He pressed himself into Lance as deep as possible, feeling his balls pull up to him tight as his orgasm spilled his hot seed into Lance's rear end. It felt amazing to him as his penis spurted out cum, his member still hugged by Lance's tailhole. He pressed his pelvis into Lance's rear, feeling his muscle still contracting, pushing more and more cum out, some of spilling past his knot and onto the bed.
Lance felt Race cumming in his rear end, the warm cum painting his insides. "Ooooh," he said quietly. He felt his own cum welling up inside of him. He feel Race's muscles tightened up as he pressed himself against Lance, hugging him until his orgasm passed. When it did, Race breathed deeply.
"Wow," said Race.
"Yeah," said Lance, turning around and licking him.
"Does it always feel so good?" he asked.
"Better, sometimes," said Lance. "Guess I have to wait for you to settle down before we do anything else."
"Yeah," said Race, embarrassed now by his huge cock base still plugging Lance.
"It's OK," said Lance. "I like being this way anyway."
Race slipped his arms around Lance again, hugging him.
***
Ty was still walking from room to room downstairs, looking for Lance. He didn't see him ANYwhere; it was like he just disappeared. His car was still outside, so it wasn't like he'd left.
"Hey, there," came a voice. Ty turned around and was face-to-face with Josh.
"Hi...," said Ty, pushing past him.
"You come by yourself?" asked Josh, following him.
"No," said Ty, still looking around for Lance. "I came with Lance; he drove."
"Oh," said Josh. "That's weird, though. I thought I saw Lance with Race. They were headed upstairs awhile ago."
Ty looked over his shoulder. "Upstairs? For what?"
"You only go upstairs at a party for ONE reason," said Josh, slyly.
Ty looked over the stairs to the second floor, watching another couple of furs going upstairs, kissing and unbuttoning.
"No, he didn't go up there for that," said Ty.
Josh shrugged. "Whatever. But I haven't seen 'em come back down, either." He walked away to the drink table.
Ty waked to the bottom of the stairs, fidgeting with his paws. Lance wouldn't go up there for sex; they'd already committed to each other. He trusted Lance totally.
But something made him put one paw in front of the other and climb those stairs.
Josh watched the leopard climbing the steps from the opposite side of the room. He smiled again, and sipped at his drink.
***
Race pulled himself out of Lance, kissing Lance again. "Your turn."
Lance rolled Race over on to his stomach. He could see the collie's balls swinging between his legs, and that him stiffer yet. He pressed two digits into Race's behind, feeling his pucker around them. "Sure you're ready?" asked Lance.
"Yeah," said Race. "I want you in me."
"Okay, I'll go slow," said Lance, grabbing Race's hips. He pressed his cockhead against Race's tailhole, spreading his own pre around the ring. When he was satisfied, he pressed himself inside, feeling the now-familiar resistance against his cock. But he pressed himself deep into Race, slowly so not to discomfort him. But he managed to hilt himself, getting himself in up to his base. His balls rested comfortably between Race's warm legs.
"How's that?" asked Lance.
"Good," said the collie. "Really good." Lance's cock was pressing against his prostate in it's current position.
Lance slowly pulled himself out, then slammed himself back in. He was breathing and sweating hard now, feeling his semen pumping through his cock. He liked this feeling though, the feeling he'd just had with Ty last week.
When he pulled out again, he only went in a little, then back out a little, over and over, quickly, keeping one sensitive spot tantalized by Race's ring. Race gasped a little at the sudden, furious movement. But then Lance resumed his slow pumping, gripping Lance's hips harder now as his orgasm neared; he'd almost been afraid he was going to cum when Race had exploded inside his rear. He kept bucking his hips, pushing himself in and out, his body flooding with pleasure.
Race was digging his paws into the bedspread, looking for something to grab on to. It wasn't that it hurt, much anyway, but it was intense feeling another guy inside his rear end. He bit onto the pillow, biting down hard. He felt his cock leaking again, his knot pushing out again.
Lance could feel his cum pushing up and out of his cock; he was so close now.
But he stopped dead when the doorknob rattled.
***
Ty stopped at the last door at the end of the hall. One of the other furs had said a guy fitting Lance's description had gone in here with another male collie. He breathed deeply, knowing he wouldn't find anything in there; probably just video games.
He twisted the knob. Someone had engaged the lock, but not all the way; the door still swung freely. Light from the hallway spilled in and across the floor, then the bed.
The first thing that caught Ty was the smell; the musky smell of sweat and cum he knew all too well. Then, he saw the collie bent over on the bed, Lance planted firmly inside his tailhole.
"Ty...," whispered Lance, his face stricken.
Ty's face screwed up, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't believe it. This wasn't extortion, or because he was going to be outed; this had been of his own will.
Ty felt crushed. His heart dropped into his stomach, and he stepped back.
"Ty, wait!" said Lance, pulling from Race. Several furs had gathered in the hallway now. Ty backed out into the hallway as Lance approached him, dripping pre. "Ty, it's not--"
Ty said nothing, just ran back down the hall, to the stairs. Lance tried to go after him, but stopped in the hallway when he remembered he was naked. He retreated into the bedroom as several furs looked at him in surprise.
Hitting the bottom of the stairs, Ty ran for the door, closing his eyes to shut out his tears and his urge to scream. Several furs watched him run past, it already getting out what had happened upstairs. He wrenched open the door, running out into the night. He didn't stop running until he was across the lawn. Then he stopped to sob and cry.
"Need a ride somewhere?" asked Josh, leaning against his car.
Ty sniffled, wiping his eyes. "No. Stay away from me. You sent me up there on PURPOSE!"
"So what if I did?" asked Josh. "Would you have preferred to have been in the dark about it?"
Ty said nothing, just looked away.
"And who's here for you now?" asked Josh, approaching him. "Not Lance, that's for s--"
"I said stay away," said Ty, quietly.
Josh stopped in his tracks. "...OK."
Ty turned and ran down the street. He knew he was miles from home, but he didn't care. He didn't want to be near ANYONE right now.
***
Lance slammed the door, locking it and making SURE it was locked now. He could hear furs talking outside the door, and couldn't make out everything, but caught the words like 'gay' and 'fags.' All his worst fears were being realized in a space of minutes.
Race was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Do you want to...finish?"
Lance shook his head, putting his face in his paws. "God..."
Race stood up and went over to him, putting his paws around Lance's shoulders. "Hey, it's okay. He was going to find out eventually, right?"
"Yeah, but....not like this," said Lance. "I didn't want to hurt him too badly. And now EVERYONE knows."
Race licked him. "If I get to be with you, I'd tell the whole world I'm gay."
Lance smiled weakly. "Thanks, Race." He picked up his boxers and pants. "I think we should go."
They got dressed and opened the door to several hopeful eyes, apparently trying to see if the show was over. Race and Lance slinked past them to the stairs, going back down. The music was still playing, but no one was doing anything; all eyes were on Race and Lance. All except Clark, who wouldn't meet their gazes.
No one said a word as the two of them slipped out.
"Well, a little preview of how Monday will be," said Lance, sourly.
Race hugged him again. "It's okay, we have each other."
"But who does Ty have?" asked Lance. "He's gotta be feeling pretty alone right now."
Race said nothing.
"Don't worry, I do want to be with you," said Lance.
Race kissed him again. "You want to do something tomorrow?"
"Um...sure. Call me, okay?" asked Lance, excitedly.
"You bet," said Race, as they headed for their cars. The two of them drove away. Race felt happier than ever, now that he had someone. Lance was torn; he was deliriously happy Race wanted to be with him, but felt so guilty for the way Ty found out.
He sighed as he parked at home, sitting in his car, thinking. He was terrified to go back to school now, everyone staring at him, knowing what he did, calling him all those names. Not to mention confronting Ty. And what if his parents found out?
He leaned his head against the steering wheel, closing his eyes tight.
***
Ty opened his front door, beat after walking home for two hours. He kicked off his shoes, not caring where they landed. He went upstairs, falling across his bed. He didn't feel anything anymore except hollow, like there was nothing inside of him TO feel. He wanted to scream, cry, throw or hit something, but didn't. All he did was grab the notes he had from Lance and shredded them, throwing them into the garbage.
Somehow watching those pieces of paper fall into his wastebasket made him cry all over again.
***
Race was lying in his bed, looking at a picture of he and Lance from last year, his favorite picture of the two of them from a camping trip. He smiled as he looked at his new mate, feeling so happy Lance had wanted him. He'd been afraid Lance would stick with Ty, and refuse to leave him. Race did feel bad for the leopard, but was still happy Lance hadn't turned him down.
He rolled over and turned off his light, and for once had happy dreams; of he and Lance together.
Part IV: Going Under
Lance looked up at the school, breathing heavily. He was already fifteen minutes late, and that had been when he 'accidentally' forgot his homework and made his father drive him back home for it, while he 'searched' for it in his room, where he actually sat on his bed and hugged his knees.
He walked through the front doors and made his way to the second floor. The door to his math class was closed, and he briefly entertained thoughts of hiding in the bathroom. But, he opened the door and walked in.
Everyone looked at him as he walked in and he froze for a moment, the teacher pausing slightly before going on. He walked to the back and over to his seat next to Race. When he got to his desk he found a single of paper with 'FAG!' scrawled across it. He brushed it aside indifferently. Race watched him as he sat down.
Lance looked behind him at the seat where Clark usually sat; his seat had been empty since Monday, five days ago. After the party, Clark hadn't talked to Lance or Race. He was sitting in the front of the class, and wouldn't even look at them. Most people wouldn't, unless they were pointing and whispering.
Lance remembered the first conversation he'd had with Ty, and what he'd asked; "Are there many homophobes in your school?" Lance hadn't thought so, but now that he had a different perspective, he knew otherwise.
When the class ended, he and Race stood and walked out together; Clark was already long gone.
"I didn't think you'd be coming," said Race quietly.
"I was here the rest of the week," said Lance, "what's one more day?"
"Well, it hasn't been the easiest week," said Race. "I know what happened Tuesday."
Tuesday night, Lance's house had been spraypainted with things such as 'faggot' and 'cocksucker' and 'Race + Lance.' His parents had been horrified, and had wanted to know who would do such a thing. Lance said he had no idea why he'd be a target of such an act, or who had done it.
"It's nothing," said Lance, sadly, as they walked towards Lance's locker.
"Have you seen--"
"No."
Ty hadn't been in school all week. Lance hadn't seen the leopard around at all. He tried to call him, even went to his house after a few days, but there was no answer; Lance didn't really blame him, either. Lance had been out with Race every night since Saturday. He loved being with Race, and doing things with him. But guilt still gnawed at his gut and conscience, and he couldn't shake it.
Lance grabbed his books, slamming his locker. "I guess I'll see ya later." He looked at the ground glumly.
Race grabbed his paw. "Come on."
Race led him down the hall and to the boys' bathroom. He shoved Lance inside as the next-class bell rang.
"Should be pretty quiet, now," said Race, dropping his books and shoving Lance against the sinks, kissing him on the muzzle.
"MMmmf!" said Lance, dropping his own books. "What're you doing? We can't do this HERE!"
"Why not?" asked Race, grinning. "I don't need a full-on fuck; we can just make-out a little." He slid his paws up Lance's shirt.
Lance put his arms around the collie. "Mmmm....I guess I can handle that." He licked Race.
Race kissed Lance up and down his neck, putting his paws on Lance's butt. Lance still hugged Race furiously, crying a little now.
"What's wrong?" asked Race, pulling back.
"Nothing...everything," said Lance, sobbing a bit.
"It's Ty, isn't it?" asked Race.
"Yeah....," said Lance. "I wanted to pretend I had everything figured out, but I don't."
Race tipped Lance's muzzle up. "Let me be the first to say I don't know everything either. But I know I do like you... a lot."
Lance smiled a little. "I know. And I'm glad we're together now, but...there are still things I don't feel right about."
Race pried Lance's arms off him. "I'll wait as long as you want; I'll always be around. Until then, I just like to spend time with you. When you get everything sorted out, let me know, 'kay?"
Lance nodded, wiping away tears.
Race kissed him again. "Later."
He opened the door and left, and Lance was all alone. He sighed, thinking about Ty again. How could he talk to him if he wouldn't even answer the phone?
He grabbed all his books again and slipped back into the hallway.
***
Lunch period was nothing short of hellish.
Since Monday, Lance had gotten the clear hint that he was unwelcomed at his usual table; generally by the fact that they'd kicked away all the extra chairs once the rest of them had sat down. With tail between his legs and ears flat, he ended up by himself.
He hated being the school outcast. Furs whispered around him, but he could still catch bits of the conversations; "That's the guy, right?" "Yeah, the gay one." He grit his teeth, unable to take this. He didn't like being called all these names, being the topic of discussion behind his back. Even his 'friends' were pointing at him.
Lance stood up, leaving his tray on the table, and walked out of the cafeteria. He was so enraged, he nearly bumped into Mr. Larnby, one of the school counselors. "Whoa, there," said Mr. Larnby. "What's the rush?" asked the elder wolf.
"....sorry," mumbled Lance, walking on.
"Wait," said Mr. Larnby, "where're you going?"
"I don't know," said Lance, "anywhere but in THERE!"
Mr. Larnby smiled sadly. "Come on, you can sit in my office, if you like."
Lance hesitated for a moment, then allowed the wolf to guide him along.
Mr. Larnby sat at his desk, Lance pulling up a chair, not looking at him.
"So....anything you want to get off your chest?" he asked.
Lance said nothing.
"It's okay," said Mr. Larnby, "no one will ever know what you say in here; I promise."
"Not even my parents?" asked Lance.
"Not unless you want them to," said Mr. Larnby.
"I don't," said Lance, emphatically.
"Okay."
Lance took a deep breath. "Last Saturday, everyone found out I'm gay."
Mr. Larnby said nothing.
"Now everyone knows that I'm gay, and the two guys I've been...with," said Lance.
"Does that bother you?" asked Mr. Larnby.
"That I'm gay?"
"That anyone knows."
Lance fidgeted. "A little. I'm gonna get branded a fag and a queer, and anyone who doesn't think that way will go along with it to avoid being lumped in with me."
Mr. Larnby nodded.
"And I hurt the one guy...badly," said Lance. "We were going to be...together, y'know, dating, then I ended up with another who I feel just as strongly for."
Mr. Larnby said nothing still.
"You must think I'm horrible," said Lance, quietly.
"No," said Mr. Larnby, "I think you're just exploring something new. You think you're the first gay boy to cross this office? Or the first with a love triangle going on, gay or otherwise?"
"...I guess not," said Lance.
"You need to find out what YOU want; what will make Lance happy. Everything else will become secondary. If you're gay, and like that, and it's who you are, then that is what you must be. As far as relationships go, well, only you can answer that, I'm afraid. As far as other students go, I can't help you there, either. High school is not known for being an open-minded environment."
Lance laughed mirthlessly.
"Just don't give up," said Mr.Larnby. "Don't crawl into your cage and hide. They're going to mock you until they've broken you; don't let them. The strong prey on the weak just to boost themselves up; you'd be surprised how many of them are just as insecure about things in their lives, their sexuality included."
Lance grinned a little.
"And can I make one more suggestion?" asked Mr. Larnby.
"I guess," said Lance.
"Talk with your parents about it," said Mr. Larnby. "They may be more understanding than you think."
Lance looked away, his eyes full of worry. "But--"
"Just think about it," said Mr. Larnby. "You feel better?"
"A little," said Lance.
"Want me to write you a pass to class, or would you like to stay here?" asked Mr. Larnby.
"Can I stay here?" asked Lance.
Mr. Larnby smiled. "Stay as long as you like. "I'll be back in awhile." He stood and left.
Lance went to a couch he had in the corner and stretched out, feeling a little safer now. His mind was still going, but he felt himself drifting off to sleep.
***
"Hey," came a voice, "wake up."
Lance opened his eyes a little, seeing Mr. Larnby.
"You slept a little long," said the wolf.
"What time is it?" asked Lance, sitting up.
"Little after five," said Mr. Larnby. "I have to leave for the day, now."
"OK," said Lance, yawning and getting up. "Um...thank you for--"
"It's alright," said Mr. Larnby. "Anytime you want to stop by, feel free."
Lance nodded. "I will."
Lance and Mr. Larnby parted ways in the hall, Lance walked towards his locker for his jacket. He felt weird being in school after-hours; most of the lights had been turned off, and this time of year not much natural light was filtering in.
When he hit the hall with his locker, he froze. He would've sworn he heard voices and furtive footsteps, and he was certain he heard a door close. He looked down the hall, cocking his ears. But he didn't catch anything else.
He moved down the hall slowly, getting to his locker. He still didn't see anyone else nearby. After putting his stuff away, he closed the door.
As he did, he felt two burly arms snake around him; one his neck, the other his mouth. He felt another set grab his waist. He tried to kick, but was lifted clean off the ground. He was dragged down the hall and into the bathroom, the same he and Race had been in earlier. The lights were off, just the dying sunlight filtering in through the window.
Lance was tossed unceremoniously to the floor. He coughed as the wind was knocked from him. He tried to get up, but was forced back down. "Don't move, faggot," sneered a voice. Lance whimpered, but didn't move. Someone grabbed him by the neck and yanked him to his feet. "Been waiting all day for your queer ass." Lance could make out two more figures in the gloom; all that was obvious about them was the varsity 'L' on their jackets. Football players.
Lance was punched across the face, the fist landing just above his right eye. His head spun, and he felt blood seep into his fur. "Damn fairies. Why can't they keep you away from us normal furs?" One of the others stepped forward and punched Lance now.
They dropped Lance on his feet, and punched him in the gut. Lance fell forward, coughing. He tried to scream, but couldn't get a breath. He was on his hands and knees, feeling like he'd been hit with a sledge hammer.
In the darkness, he heard a zipper being undone. The jock who'd picked him up, who Lance could now make out as a lion, was poking his erect cock through his pants. "You like sucking dick, huh? How 'bout this one? Wanna take this in your mouth?"
Lance whimpered, which was followed by a swift kick into his ribs. "C'mon, cocksucker!"
Lance opened his mouth, but started to yell. He was cut off by another shot in the ribs. He held his side painfully.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be, gay-boy," sneered the lion. He held his member in his paw. "Let's go."
Lance grit his teeth, blinking back tears. Wasn't anyone going to help him?
The lion grabbed his neck again and brought Lance's muzzle inches from his throbbing cock. Lance whimpered again, and took the swollen member into his mouth. He gagged at the idea of sucking some strange fur's cock, but didn't have much choice.
"That's right, faggot. All you gay motherfuckers are good for is head," said the lion, pressing on the back of Lance's head, pushing his muzzle down further. Lance's eyes went wide when he throated the lion's cock, but managed to hold back his gagging.
"How 'bout I get a turn?" asked one of the other jocks, a Doberman.
The lion growled with pleasure. "Sure."
Lance watched the doby from his peripheral vision until he disappeared behind Lance. Lance felt his belt being undone, and then his boxers and pants get yanked down. Lance tucked his tail down between his legs and much as possible, but the doby roughly yanked it up. "No, no," he said. "Hey, check out the boner on this fox! He's likin' this!"
The lion looked down at Lance. "Turnin' ya on to suck a dick this big, huh?"
Lance said nothing as he blinked back tears. He shut his eyes tight when he felt the doby penetrate him, pushing his massive cock into Lance's tailhole, roughly and fast. Lance was being penetrated from both ends, feeling pain spread through his lower body as the doby thrust in and out of him. He'd never had such a painful and humiliating moment in all his life. Tears were flowing freely now.
The doby behind Lance kept pushing in further with each thrust, but didn't tie with Lance; either he didn't let his knot slip in, or pulled it back out, which defined 'pain' in a whole new way for Lance. Lance kept trying to distract himself on the big cat's cock; he licked his tongue up and down, playing it over his swollen cockhead. The lion laughed and stroked his own balls. Lance could see them pulling up closer to his body, which meant his ejaculation was imminent.
"That's right, foxy, I'm gonna cum right inside that pretty mouth of your's," said the lion, grimly. "I can...feel it..."
Lance could also feel the doby swollen up painfully, who was growling and breathing heavily as he kept himself centered on Lance's rear end. The third jock hadn't moved from the shadows and kept himself hidden well.
When the lion came, it was a huge load; more than Ty or Josh had been. It filled his mouth in one spasm, cum dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. The lion growled softly as he came into Lance.
As the lion came, Lance felt the doby's penis spasm inside his tailhole. Without his knot there, it was spilling down Lance, past the underside of his testicles, and down the inside of his legs. The doby kept humping Lance even as he came.
The lion's orgasm finished off, gobs of semen all over Lance and the floor.
"Clean me off," said the lion forcefully. Lance did as instructed and licked the lion's cock clean of semen, swallowing most of it by habit.
When Lance was finished, the lion tucked his cock back inside his pants and zipped up. "Damn, better head than my girlfriend gives," he said. The doby pulled his cock from Lance, and Lance felt nothing but pain inside himself. The doby walked back in front of Lance.
"Wanna turn?" the lion asked the last figure.
No reply.
"Well, alright, I can understand," said the lion. He picked Lance up again. "Listen, little faggy, tell anyone who did this to you, and kiss your boyfriend good-bye, alright?"
Lance cried more.
"UNDERSTAND!?" raged the lion.
Lance nodded meekly.
"Okay," he said. He kneed Lance in the gut and punched him across the face again. He let Lance drop, and Lance curled up when he hit the floor, moaning.
"Let's go," said the lion, and the trio left.
Lance sobbed on the floor, both from pain and embarrassment. He wanted to die at that moment; he still had the lion's cum on his face, and the doby's in his ass. His ribs hurt, and he felt blood drying on his fur. He tried to yell for help again, but couldn't; all he felt was blackness creeping in on him.
It would be three hours before his body was discovered.
***
The elevator dinged and Race practically ran off the elevator to the reception desk. Since he'd gotten the message from his sister that Lance was in the hospital, he couldn't get here fast enough. Apparently Race's number had been one of the only ones Lance had had on him.
He stopped at the service desk. "Where's Lance!?" he yelled at the desk nurse.
The golden lab on duty looked up at him slowly. "And who might you be? Only Lance we have here is a fox."
"I'm his best friend," said Race, heatedly.
The nurse calmly flipped over a sheet, like she had a hundred times before. "Parents and family members only for now. No friends."
"But...I...I was called, they said to come down right away," said Race.
"Probably your's was the only number on him," said the nurse. "Have a seat, sir."
Race put his head down. "What...what if I said I was his boyfriend?"
The nurse looked at him critically. "Are you?"
"...Yes," said Race, slowly.
"Then you may not want to see him anyway," said the nurse delicately.
"Why not!?" asked Race, his stomach dropping like a weight.
"He's...pretty beat-up," said the nurse.
"I HAVE to see him," said Race. "Please..." he begged.
The nurse sighed. "If it wasn't for the fact we couldn't reach his parents, I would say emphatically no, but..." She looked over her shoulder. "Last room on the left."
Race smiled. "Thank you." He ran down the hallway.
When he hit the room, he looked through a window first and gasped.
Lance was laying in the bed, tubes feeding up through his nose. His fur had been cleaned up, but Race could see his eye was swollen and cuts under his fur.
"Who are you?" asked a voice.
Race spun and came face-to-face with a tiger doctor.
"I'm--" started Race.
"With him?" asked the doctor gently, motioning at Lance.
Race nodded. He was going to ask what had happened when the elevator at the end of the hall dinged again. The doors opened, and Race couldn't believe his eyes as a snow leopard walked into view. Ty stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Race. It looked like he was going to jump back on the elevator, but walked towards Race, ignoring the desk nurse.
"Where...is he?" asked Ty, as he approached Race. When the nurse saw him walk to Race, she stopped yelling.
"In there," said Race, pointing, not meeting his gaze. "Now, what did happen to him?"
The doctor cleared his throat. "I really shouldn't release that information before his parents arrive. In fact, I can't even let you in before they arrive. Would you know their number?"
"...Yeah," said Race. He gave the doctor their work number, and he was gone.
Race turned to Ty, said nothing, and sat down in a chair next to the door. Ty sat next to him, out of force, not choice.
"So, why're you here?" asked Race.
"They called me," said Ty, "probably thinking I was a home number. I...I came down when I heard he was in the hospital."
"Even after last Saturday?" asked Race.
Ty was silent. "Yes," he said, finally.
"You know, neither one of us meant to--"
"I know," said Ty, cutting him off.
Race said nothing further.
It wasn't long before Lance's parents showed up, almost running down the hall themselves. They dashed past Race and Ty to the doctor, talking quietly to him. The doctor led them into Lance's room, and Race and Ty couldn't hear anything. All they could do was watch Lance's mother cry as the doctor spoke.
As they crowded around his bed, Race was briefly aware of another presence. He hadn't noticed until he was practically on top of them.
"Josh?"
The kangaroo sheepishly stepped forward, inch by inch.
"YOU!?" raged Ty. "How the hell can you even THINK of coming here!?"
"I...I...heard from Race's sister when I called him," said Josh, quietly. "I was worried--"
"Oh, so NOW you're worried!?" asked Ty. "You weren't worried when your little ploys to tear us apart were in effect!?"
"Huh?" asked Race, looking at Josh.
"He basically blackmailed us into sex with him," said Ty. "But then YOU come along, anyway, so it didn't really matter."
"Hey, you can't blame it all on me!" said Race, defensively.
"Why not!? You did sleep with him, too!" shouted Ty. "As far as I'm concerned, you're BOTH to blame he isn't MINE."
"So he likes me better, and I'm to blame? Is that right?" asked Race.
Ty said nothing, just looked away.
"We--" started Josh, but was cut off when the door opened, and Lance's parents came out of the room.
"Thank you for coming down, boys," said Lance's father. "You can go in, if you like."
None of them met the parents' eyes. They just shuffled past and into the room.
"So what did happen?" asked Race to the doctor when they went in. "NOW can you tell us?"
The doctor sighed. "Your friend was severely beaten and raped; we found traces of semen on his face and in his anus. There was severe tearing of the tissue, and one of his ribs was broken. He also has several cuts and bruises across him."
"God...," breathed out Race. Ty and Josh said nothing. "Do you know who did this?"
The doctor shook his head. "This age, DNA samples wouldn't be on file. And being a hate crime, the school will bury this."
"Hate crime?" asked Race.
"Well, you claim to be his boyfriend; either he's gay or bi," said the doctor, bluntly.
Race said nothing.
"The school won't be in a hurry to put in the paper that one of their students was raped because he was gay," said the doctor.
The collie balled up his fists, because he knew it was true.
"Right now he's still unconscious," said the doctor. "I need to go talk with his parents, excuse me." The doctor opened the door and left.
Ty approached the bed first. "Lance? Can you hear us?"
"He can't," said Race, walking over to the other side. "You heard the doctor, he's unconscious."
Tears slipped off Ty's face, falling on the bed sheets. "I'm sorry, Lance..." He turned and left. Josh looked at Race, then followed Ty out.
"Hey, wait," said Josh. "Where're you going?"
"Away," said Ty. "There's no place for me here anymore."
Josh grabbed his paw gently. "That's not true."
Ty looked back at him oddly.
Josh grinned crookedly. "There's a spot right here. The first time I spent with you, I knew I liked you. At first, I admit, it was just to get a quick time of it, but after...I realized how much I really do want you."
Ty's frown softened a bit. "Josh..."
"I mean it; you really are something special," said Josh. "I wouldn't mind a real date."
Ty took Josh's other paw, holding it softly. "I guess...maybe...even though you did--"
"I know, I was stupid," said Josh. "But, would you forgive me? Please?"
Ty looked at the ground for a moment. "Okay, I'll try."
Josh smiled and threw his arms around Ty. "It feels better to have someone for real than just for one night."
Ty hugged him back. "You're not going to leave, are you?"
"Like Lance?" asked Josh, looking into Ty's eyes.
"Yeah..."
Josh shook his head. "Never, I promise."
Ty smiled bigger. "Okay."
***
Race sat on the edge of the bed, holding Lance's paw. He jumped a little when Lance's eyes cracked open.
"Hey," said Race.
"Hey," said Lance, weakly. "W-where am I?"
"Hospital," said Race. "You remember what happened?"
Lance nodded slightly. "Too well. Race...I was..."
"Shh. I know," said Race, stroking Lance's head. "I know. It'll be OK."
"I don't know how," said Lance. "Everything is so fucked up, and I--"
"--have me," said Race, squeezing his paw.
"I...I wanted to die," said Lance. "I didn't want to live after that."
"Don't say that!" hissed Race. "Not ever."
Lance said nothing. "And Ty?"
Ty and Josh walked back in. "Is right here," said Ty.
Lance's eyes dropped.
Ty came over to his other side. "It's okay...everything is okay now, we're all here for you."
Lance glared at Josh. "What about him?" he asked as angrily as his energy allowed.
Ty threw an arm around Josh. "We're working things out. I guess you and me just weren't meant to be."
Lance looked over at Race. "I guess not." Race grinned. "So you all came just for me?"
"Yes, you big lug," said Race. "Just because we all give a shit."
Lance smiled again.
"I knew you'd been calling," said Ty. "I just...couldn't..."
"I don't blame you," said Lance. "I hurt you badly. And I'm sorry."
"Speaking of hurt, do you know the guys that did this to you?" asked Race.
Lance hesitated for a second, then shook his head. "No, I didn't get a...good look."
"Lance...," started Race.
"Race, please," said Lance. "I didn't see them."
Race nodded. "Okay, I believe you."
"I did," said a voice from the doorway. They all turned and looked.
"Clark?" asked Race. "What are you doing here?"
"I saw Lance getting taken from the school," said Clark. "I was there after school. And I also heard who did it. They were bragging about it."
"Who!?" asked Race.
"Guys on the football team," said Clark. "I heard them bragging."
"Where?" asked Race, hotly. "I swear to God, I'll fucking kill them."
"Settle down," said Clark, "I already gave their names to the police."
"It was you, wasn't it?" asked Lance, weakly. "You were the third, weren't you?"
Clark said nothing.
"What third?" asked Race.
"There were three guys in the bathroom, one of whom didn't do anything," said Lance. "It was you, wasn't it, Clark?"
Clark rubbed at his arm. "Yeah, it was...but, now we can--"
Race was across the room and had Clark up against the wall. "You son of a bitch! You didn't do anything to stop it!?"
Clark struggled against the collie, but even with his football-player's build couldn't break free. "I couldn't! There was no time! If I'd gone, it would've happened by the time I came back."
"Race, put him down," said Lance from the bed.
"But, he--"
"Is doing the right thing, now," said Lance. "Put him down."
Race glared at Clark, then grudgingly put him down. Clark straightened out his shirt.
"I'm sorry, Lance," said Clark, not looking at his broken body.
"It's okay," said Lance. "I'm happy you came here." Race went back to Lance's side.
The doctor stuck his head in the door. "Alright, visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow at three."
Race squeezed Lance's paw again. "I'll be back tomorrow."
Lance nodded. "Okay."
"Feel better," said Ty, for lack of anything better to say. Josh patted him on the shoulder, and Clark waved.
The four of them left, not saying much of anything. They stood in front of the elevator.
"I'll, uh, take the stairs," said Clark, ducking away, looking at Race. "Bye."
The others muttered 'bye' back.
Race, Josh, and Ty piled into the elevator, riding back down.
"Kind of sad it took something like this to pull us together," said Ty.
"Yeah," said Race, "but I'm glad everything's out in the open."
"Maybe we can all do something once Lance is out," said Josh, taking Ty's paw.
"Yeah," said Race, as they hit the ground floor.
"You're coming back tomorrow?" asked Ty.
"Everyday until he's out," said Race.
Ty smiled. "Lance is lucky."
Race also smiled. "I'll see you guys later."
They waved as Race left, going to his car. When he got there, he cried before starting the engine.
***
Race was in the hospital every day, next to Lance's bed, holding his paw and talking with him. Ty popped in every now and then with Josh; the two of them barely keeping their hands off one another. Clark had stopped by to tell them the two guys that had raped Lance were arrested, and would be in juvenile hall until they could face criminal charges as an adult; he had brought a newspaper clipping in conveniently left out the fact it was raping or gay-motivated, instead playing up the beating.
Lance was happier to get time alone with Race.
After the third week, Lance was released to go home. Unfortunately, his parents were out at work every day, and Lance still had a cracked rib and other injuries. Race, with his parents' permission and the school, managed to weasel out of two weeks of school to stick around and help Lance during the day; getting stuff for him, helping him around, and such. Every now and then, he managed to steal a kiss or two from Lance.
In the fourth week, Race was right in the bed with Lance, pulling him closer for making-out.
"I think I'm feeling better," said Lance, grinning.
Race poked him on the nose. "I think so, too, foxy-boy."
"Ready for other in-door activities?" asked Lance.
Race rubbed his belly and watched Lance flinch. "Not yet. You're still hurting."
Lance tried to hug Race, his face contorting in pain. Race eased him back. "Easy, there."
"Yes, mother," said Lance.
Both of them heard the front door open. "Speaking of...," said Race, crawling off the bed, sitting on a recliner next to it. As he did, the door opened and Lance's parents stepped in.
"Hi, mom, hi, dad," said Lance.
"Hi, sweetie," said his mother. "How're you feeling?"
"Much better," said Lance.
"Well, the doctor called, your cast comes off next week, and then you're back in school."
"Aw, mom...," whined Lance.
"Race, would you like to stay for dinner?" asked his mother.
"Uh...yeah, sure," said the collie, his ears pricking up.
"Good," said Lance's mother. "I'll set up a table in here for you." With that, she and Lance's father left.
"So, next week, I guess," said Lance.
"Yeah," said Race, standing up. "I'll go see if your parents need help with dinner."
"No," said Lance. "Stay. Please?"
Race sat back on the end of the bed. "Okay, if you insist."
***
Josh sat on the edge of the hood of his car, his arm around Ty's shoulders; they were down by the waterfront, watching the sun set over the ice-covered water.
"Nice here," said Ty.
"Mm-hmm," said Josh, putting his head on Ty's shoulder. Ty looked over at Josh and smiled.
"What are we gonna do all night?" asked Ty.
"I dunno," said Josh. "Get a movie, watch TV, video games."
"I can think of something else to do...ALL night," said Ty, grinning wildly.
Josh picked his head up. "Really?"
Ty nodded.
Josh put his head back down. "In a little while." He hugged Ty tight. "In a little while..."
***
Lance stood on his front walk, looking at his front door. He took a deep breath, squeezing Lance's paw.
"You ready?" asked Race.
Lance nodded, a lump catching in his throat.
"I'll be right here," said Race.
They walked through Lance's front door. His parents were in the living room, reading the Sunday paper.
"Hi, Lance," said his dad. "Hello, Race."
"Mom...dad...we gotta talk," said Lance, sitting down. Race sat down next to him.
"Oh?" asked his dad, looking at his wife. "About what?"
Lance stared at the floor, fidgeting with his paws and his feet. Race took Lance's paw in his.
Lance looked up. "Mom, dad, I'm gay...and...Race is my boyfriend."
His dad looked over at his mom again. "Son, we love you, no matter what. There's nothing you, or anyone, can do to change that."
"We're always here for you, sweetie," said his mom. "Always."
Lance smiled and blushed. "Thanks."
"What do you boys feel like for dinner?" asked Lance's mom.
"Whatever," they said at the same time, and laughed.
***
Lance fell back onto the bed, Race following right on top of him. They were in Race's bedroom, since his parents were gone for the weekend and his sister had long since left.
"Been waiting for this," said Lance as Race lifted his shirt over his head.
"Me, too," said Race, kissing him. Lance pulled him closer onto his chest, being able to do so now that his ribs were healed.
"You make me feel good again," said Lance. "Like being alive again."
Race smiled. "I'm glad." He unzipped Lance's pants, rubbing his crotch. Lance murred as he got Race's shirt and pants off. They lay on top of one another, their stiff cocks pressing through their boxers. Soon enough, the boxers were gone, too.
Race parted Lance's legs, his erect member brushing against Lance's. He took the opportunity and rubbed himself against Lance's more vigorously, moving his own shaft against Lance's sensitive spots on his cock. Lance groaned.
He then pulled himself down and pushed his cock into Lance's tailhole ring, slowly penetrating him. Lance hissed in pleasure as he was parted, feeling Race's heat coming into him.
"Feel good, still?" asked Race, panting.
"Yes," said Lance, quietly. He felt his own pulsing hard-on.
As Race pulled himself in and out of Lance, he bent over and started sucking on Lance's penis. Lance had his eyes closed, and hadn't even noticed him moving in. But his eyes snapped open when he felt Race wrap his tongue around his cock.
"Race...oh, man, Race," he breathed out. He felt Race move his tongue over his cockhead, licking there, taking Lance's pre-cum into his mouth. He moved his muzzle up and down while moving his cock in and out of Lance. Race could feel his knot forming at the base of his cock, trying to delay it as long as possible to extend their session.
Lance reached down and fondled his own testicles, feeling his tailhole clench around Race's cock in his rear end every time a little shudder of pleasure went through his own member. He wrapped his own legs around Race, pulling him in as tight as possible; Race was forced to bury his knot inside Lance, tying with him. Race felt even better once his knot was submerged inside Lance. He felt his hot cum pushing through his cock, and he slowed his pace to keep from ejaculating.
"Feels good...to be tied with you again," said Lance, gasping as Race pushed his muzzle back down his cock. Race responded by rapidly moving his tongue over Lance's cockhead. Lance bucked his hips a little when Race did that. Race could still feel his cum on the verge of spilling out, and he felt Lance's cock swelling further in his mouth.
Race pushed Lance's cock down his throat at the same time he pumped his cock into Lance's tailhole with more force, releasing the semen his aching member held. When Lance's cockhead hit the back of Race's throat, he felt his own spasms start and move up his cock, spilling his cum into Race's muzzle. Race wasn't even moving his cock anymore, just pressing himself deeply into Lance, unloading himself, and swallowing Lance's cum. Lance was gasping as the last of his twitches finished, and Race's warm semen was painted on his insides.
"That was...intense," said Lance.
"Well, as soon as I settle down, I think it's your turn, again," said Race, licking Lance's face.
"No," said Lance, looking into Race's eyes. "I'm just happy to be here...with you." He pulled Race down onto him tight, hugging him. Race adjusted himself inside Lance so he didn't hurt himself or Lance.
"So am I," said Race. "I don't ever want to be anywhere else."
Lance kissed Race again. "Not without you."
END
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Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
Closer to where I started
Chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely incomplete
I'll take your invitation
You take all of me
Now I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing i know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
There's nothing else to lose
Nothing left to find
There's nothing in the world
That could change my mind
There is nothing else
There is nothing else...
Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
Closer where I started
Chasing after you
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
I'm living for the only thing i know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you
Just hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment..
Hanging by a moment...
Hanging by a moment here with you..
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