Puppy Love
Zach was nervous. REALLY nervous. His palms were sweaty and his tail wouldn't stop that eradic twitching. He grabbed it, trying to calm himself, bringing it in front of his face in both hands. He was such a cute leopard. His spots were well in bloom, his summer coat starting to come in. His white whirt and black pants hid his fluffy lighter fur, though some of it creeped out from under his sleeves, moving down his underarm, ending above his elbow on the inside.
His ear started twitching like a fly was near it so he grabbed both of his ears, dropping his tail, which began nervously swishing back and forth, nearly mirroring his own pacing back and forth across the floor of his upstairs bedroom. He looked out the window again, seeing the warm sky, the gentle clouds, feeling the warm sunshine dance about his fur as he paced endlessly, placing his hands under his arms and stocking his shoulders up, trying to comfort himself.
What did he have to be nervous about? Zeek had been his friend since... well since forever! If anybody would understand, it was him.
The doorbell sounded from the main level, making his eyes go wide and his fur go on end, his tail perking straight up. Even he would have found it comical had he not been so flustered. He stood there dazed for half a moment, his ear twitching before shaking his head and lowering his arms, racing for his bedroom door and wrenching it open, running for and down the stairs, a blur of copper-gold fuzz.
"I got it!" he yelled, jumping the last two steps and landing near his father, who had been moving towards the door. His dad, a quiet fur with toned muscles, cocked an eyebrow at his son, who was panting and licking his lips. Zach smoothed back his hair and straightened up, looking at him and smiling.
"I got it, Dad. It's okay." he said, trying to sound confident. His dad lingered a moment longer, the doorbell sounding again, less than convinced. He raised his chin and stared at his son at an angle, finally deciding against whatever it was he'd been pondering, moving away back into the kitchen, where he was making dinner.
Zach blew outwards, puffing up his chest and grabbing the knob, calming himself. He opened the door and was glad that Zeek was looking away because his eyes opened wider at the sight of his bestfriend, who had really bulked up in the last couple of weeks, his hormones kicking in at full gear.
"What's the matter with you?" Zeek asked, raising an eyebrow himself, cocking his head slightly to the side. His voice was sweet. Zach drank it in. "Did I interrupt something?" Zeek asked in ihs brooding voice. He'd been moody lately, along with beefing up as he had, and Zach didn't know why. He hoped his news would help cheer the dalmation up, but he was nervous all the same.
Zeek gaped at him with his eyebrow raised, his black hair brushing down over his bright green eyes, one ear sagging down over the side of his head, the other more alert, but not by much.
"Are you gonna let me in?" Zeek asked, getting impatient and feeling uncomfortable with his friend's odd behavior. Zach shook himself internally and moved aside to usher him in.
"Of course, sorry." he mumbled, discovering that he was blushing, his skin growing rosier with the realization.
He let his friend pass, trying to drink in as much of his musk as he could without being obvious. Zeek was more than just a little intimidating those days. Sure, he was only half an inch taller that Zach, and yeah, they'd been friends since forever, but lately, Zeek was brooding and standoffish, quiet and distant, quick to his temper and spent a lot of his time at the school's gym extracurriculary, building up his new muscles to sleek ferocity. Zach found himself staring at his rump just beneath his black spotted tail, wanting to reach out and grab each cheek. He looked down and away, turning to shut the door. He realized he was biting his lip and stopped, brushing the back of his own spotted paw against his lip to dry it. He swallowed, turning to see Zeek's form disappear into the basement. He crossed himself for being such an idiot and hastily walked over to the door, prancing lightly down the stairs into the basement, letting the white carpet caress his footpaws with every step.
When he rounded the corner at the end of the stairs, he saw Zeek plop heavily down into one of the black beanbag chairs, hearing the plastic beads crunch under his form. His eyes were gloomy again as he scratched behind one of his droppy ears, baring his teeth. Zach gulped and walked over to the bag beside him and sat down gently, alarmed when he saw that Zeek was looking striaght at him with his cold, hard eyes.
"So why'd you make me skip the gym? Jealous much?" Zeek asked, laying his arms at his sides, sinking back into the chair. Zach ignored the way his baggy darkblue pants enticed his eyes, the way his black t-shirt was a size too small, doing nothing to hide the physical prowess and progress of his chest and shoulders. He supressed a gulp and smiled nervously, looking down, bowing his head before looking back up at his friend through the tops of his eyes. He crossed his arms, paws tucked away in his armpits, sitting forward on the beanbag.
"Well?...." Zeek asked, crossing his own arms, the muscles bulging ever so slightly. He was no body builder, still in school and only recently filling out, but the sight of his muscles sliding across one another sent chills up Zach's spine. He found himself thinking back to when they'd been smaller, running around this same room, pinning eachother and having tickle-fights when Zeek spent the night, his little puppy tail wagging, his tongue lolling, a huge smile pressed on his face. Zach looked at the morose, grumpy teenager that that little puppy had become and shook the tender thought from his head.
Zeek had been a cute puppy, but now Zach found him cute in a NEW way. He had to spill it before it boiled over and consumed him
He cleared his throat, putting one hand behind his head, starting tentatively, nervous so bad that he could feel his knees want to start shaking.
"Did you ever... do you ever feel like... like maybe... Like maybe you're different?" he asked lamely, hugging himself, bringing his chest forward over his legs. Zeek shifted his arms and let his legs fall wider apart, looking sparsely from side to side, his eyes darting behind the wall of black hair falling over them.
"What... what do you mean?" he asked, sounding a bit nervous himself. The standoffish attitude and the angry demeanor dropped away to concern.
Zach noticed all of this and pressed on, his fur started to stand on end, his tail twitching behind him, concealed largely by his body and the beanbag. He was grateful Zeek couldn't notice it.
"Well.... we're friends right? And... and friends... friends tell eachother things, right?" Zach asked, swallowing midsentence. Zeek looked shaken, almost panicked. It worried Zach all the more, but he had to tell his friend, he just had to. "I mean,..." he began again, getting more and more scared at what his friend might do, tears beginning to press against the back of his eyes. "I mean, you'd tell ME right, if you... if you felt... different?" He pleaded, looking up at the dalmation, holding back the stinging in is eyes.
Zeek looked scared, his face thin and his eyes opened too wide behind his spidery hair.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." he said roughly, moving to get up. Zach sprung forward onto his knees, putting his hands on his friend's thighs, having to close his eyes for a moment before continuing. Zeek's heart was beating loudly, it's pace face and strained.
"I just... I'm your bestfriend, Zeek... I just--"
"Stop! Just stop..." Zeek sad, moving back in the beanbag, using his hands to sit more upright, as if trying to melt away from the leopard and his words. Zach's eyes, yellowy and alert, filled with salty tears. He moved closer to him, closing the distance, trying to move closer to the fur he'd known since forever. Zeek was breathing rapidly now, his toned chest heaving up and down, his eyes darting around as if searching for an exit, resting back on Zach's own.
"Zeek... Please,... We... We have to talk about it... I--"
Zeek wriggled away, pushing Zach's hands off of him roughly. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just," he said, pulling away from the leopard. Zach closed his eyes, heavy tears falling from them, rolling down his cheeks to fall from his jawline. "Just let me go. I want to--"
And that was when Zach kissed him... He leaned forward and kissed his bestfriend as hard and deeply as he could, letting the tears fall, letting his heart flutter, his ears back and his hands pressed to his chest. Had his eyes been open, he would have seen the absolute shock in Zeek's eyes. The pupils contracted. Zach broke the kiss and licked Zeek's fuzzy muzzle with his long, textured tongue, letting himself be swept up into the moment. He'd wanted that for so long. He'd wanted to kiss him for so long. So long...
Zeek, after a delayed pause, pushed the leopard violently away into the short coffee table next to the chairs, the leopard just beginning to purr.
Zach stared at his friend, gaped, bewildered and feeling sorely rejected. There were tears in Zeek's eyes. Zach's, hit by the shock of the push, his back stinging, had stopped, the teartracks still glistening in his fur.
"But I--" he started.
"You're queer?! You're QUEER!!" Zeek shouted, looking disgusted, offended even. He looked away, Zach reaching forward to touch his knee. The dalmation kicked it away fiercely, standing up in a huff, rushing off for the stairs, tears falling in his wake.
Zach was left all alone withthe throbbing in his left hand and the ache in his lower back. His head was reeling, spiraling out of control. He craddled his hand, hearing the door slam overhead. His tears welled up again as he pulled his knees in, hugging his hand and rocking himself, unable to process the rejection. He was so hurt, so crushed. His bruised paw didn't matter. His back didn't matter. He'd just kissed his best friend in the whole entire world and his friend had left... That was it... It was over. He heard his dad move to the top of the basement stairs, seeing his shadow cast on the wall. He sniffed, trying to compose himself should his father come downstairs. He didn't want his dad to see him like that. He wouldn't want his dad, who was always so quiet and timid around his son, to hear that he was gay. He'd already lost the most importrant thing in his life because he was gay. He didn't want to lose his dad too.
* * *
He'd told his dad that him and Zeek had just been in a fight and that he hadn't been very hungry, so he'd just go straight to bed. That hadn't been the truth, however, and Zach had stayed up half the night silently sobbing to himself, clutching his old best friend's old favorite stuffed animal. It was a small dalmation that Zeek had given him on his birthday three years ago, smiling and laughing, kissing the doggy goodbye and handing him over to Zach. That all seemed like a lifetime ago.
Zach had wanted to stay home from school, to lay in bed and cry all day, but he hadn't wanted his dad to know anything was up, so he'd toughed it out, crying endlessly in his morning shower, not talking on the carride to school with his dad, his eyes puffy and sunken. His chin wobbled when the big sweet leopard had rested his big old paw on ihs shoulder before looking him in the eye, telling him to have a good day. Tears had welled in his eyes, but he'd smiled and said "thanks, you too", jumping out of the car, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, moving off for his first class as the bell rang.
In truth, the only thing he'd brought to school was the tattered dalmation and a pencil. He left his books at home and took an old notebook from his locker to write on for the day's assignment, of which he absorbed very little, not hearing the teachers, merely pushing the pencil around the page to form the notes he needed to take without much thought. He was miserable that he hadn't seen hide nor hair of Zeek all day, even slightly relieved that they hadn't shared any classes that semester. He was scared of what he would do if he saw him; scared of what he himself might do but even more terrified at what Zeek might do.
By lunchtime, his stomach was gurgling from hunger and he sat alone at a table in the far end of the cafeteria, eating his food quietly, not tasting any of it. When he'd finished, he decided t hightail it out of the cafeteria and go sit in a hall somewhere where he could be alone. In his distraction and eagerness to get away, for fear he'd run into his friend, he didn't pay attention to where he was headed and collided with a sinewy figure just as the boy was rounding the corner through the cafeteria doors. It was Zeek. Zach's skin burned when he looked up and realized he'd knocked him down, the backpack he'd been carrying spilling open, the stuffed dalmation tumbling out of it. The notebook slapped to the floor, the pencil rolling away down the hall. Zeek jsut stared at him, passerby stepping around them, muttering under their breath to their friends, watching the pair with fleeting interest.
Zach's eyes darted from his friend's down to the dalmation on the floor, back up to his friend's before he couldn't take it anymore. Leaving everything where it had fallen, Zach stood up and took off for the bathroom, not looking back, brushing tears from his eyes as he moved briskly, ignoring the furs sitting around eating their lunches, laughing and carrying on like students anywhere do.
Getting to the bathroom, throwing open a stall door before slamming it and locking it, Zach sat down on the closed toilet lid and crossed his arms on his knees, resting his head to cry. He pulled his feet up onto the toilet when he heard the bell ring. He'd had no sense of time slipping away. He was too sad. Once, near the end of the day, someone had come in and tried to open his stall, causing him to panic at the thought of having to explain himself to anybody. The boy on the other side of the stall door had moved on, however, muttering about the "damn janitors", finishing his business in one of the other stalls. Before Zach realized it, he'd ditched for the rest of the day.
Realizing that there was no sound coming from the school anymore, lowering his legs to feel that they'd fallen asleep, wiping his eyes , he stood up, feeling his muscles tingle, he opened the stall door and came face to face with a shocked student, who'd been tagging grafitti onto the mirror. The older boy turned around and, seeing Zach's face, all puffy and tearstained, pocketed his marker and watched to see what Zach would do. The moments stretching on, Zach began to cry again, hating himself for how much he hurt, not cring what the older boy would do to him for catching him tagging.
But to his surprise, the older boy, a bunny with a hood pulled up over his head, his ears popping out from the mess of his hair from under the hood, moved over and hugged him. He was so overcome with emotion that he wasn't even shocked, wrapping his arms around the stranger and sobbing into his hoody, feeling the emotional weight in is chest.
"Hey, hey, hey," the bunny soothed, "What's the matter, man?" he asked, breaking the hug to life the leopard's chin with a soft paw. "Did you spend all day in there?" he asked softly, looking into his eyes. Zach nodded, looking into the boy's big blue eyes, sniffling and wiping his eyes.
"Well geez, what'd you do that for? Did you get dumped or something?" he asked in earnest, hailing a new turrent of tears from the leopard's slitted yellow eyes. He nodded again and the bunny hugged him. It felt good to be craddled in the arms of the bigger boy. He'd needed some comfort. Letting the bunny squeeze him for a moment longer, he pushed himself away, wiping his nose on the back of his paw.
"Feel better?" the boy asked gently, stooping down to Zach's level. Zach nodded again, smiling at the boy. "Well alright. Listen, I'm gonna take off. You're not gonna kill yourself or anything, are you?" he asked. Zach laughed softly and looked down, shaking his head. The boy smiled, moving to leave. He stopped after opening the door, looking back. "And hey, kid,..." he said, causing Zach to look up, his ears perked. "You didn't see me in here, ok?" the boy said, smiling a toothy grin at him. Zach laughed again and shook his head.
"Never met you." he said, following the bunny to the door.
"Sweet." he said, holding the door open for him. "Check ya later, kid." And with that, he'd hopped off down the hall and disappeared around a corner. Nevertheless, Zach felt better despite himself. Some of the boy's bouncy good nature had rubbed off on him and he found himself a little less depressed as he started walking down the row of lockers to the nearest exit.
Suddenly, he heard rapid slaps on the marble, thinking the bunny had come back, maybe forgetting a marker or something. Zach turned around, smiling, just in time to be pelted by a flurry of strong black and white fur. Paws, brutish and mean, slammed his shoulders into the nearest locker. He was staring straight into the furious eyes of Zeek the dalmation, his eyes like saucers, his heart palpitating and gyrating at an unhealthy rate. There was nobody around. The halls were silent. They were alone.
Zeek's hair was more wiry than usual, his fangs bared and his ears back. Zach smelled musk and realized that Zeek had been working out. His fur was still damp with the exertion.
"Did you just give that big dumb jock a blwjob?!" Zeek raged before Zach had time to think of anyhting to say. His head did a backflip, same as his stomach, at the barking words of angry accusation his friend had just spat in his face. He whined in his throat, his chin trembling, his body limp and useless. He urged his feet to move but stayed still, unable to think of what to say or what to do. The fire burning in Zeek's eyes was viscious and caused Zach to whimper again, his tail between his legs, his ears down.
"Answer me!" Zeek barked, slamming a fist into the locker by Zach's head. He whimpered again, tears coming to his eyes.
"No..." he said feebly, waiveringly, his voice choppy and tear-choked. He was trembling all over, his fur standing on end.
"LIAR!!" Zeek shouted in his face, pounding his fist on the locker again. Zach closed his eyes desperately and lowered his ears even more to his head, hoping the bunny would come back.
"I didn't! I swear!" Zach yelled. "I love you, Zeek. I love--"
"SHUT UP!!" Zeek raged even louder than before, banging his fist on the locker, his expression mean. "JUST-" he yelled, bowing his head, "Just shut up..." he said, barely more than a whisper. He started to cry. Huge, racking sobs coursed through his body, his hunched shoulders heaving around his limp head, his black hair hanging low, tears sliding down the spidery strands. Zeek was holding himself up with a paw against the locker, the other one dangling at his side. Zach was overcome with emotion and made a move to hug the dalmation. Zeek shrugged away, turning with his back to the leopard, his hands cupping his face.
Zach started forward timidly, his hand outstrenched to touch Zeek's shoulder. When he barely touched him, Zeek had spun around again, throwing himself against the scared leopard, his arms crossed on his chest. He began sobbing even more heavily. Zach put his arms around him and held him.
Zeek mumbled something choked under his breath.
"What?" Zach whispered.
"I said i don't wanna be gay..." Zeek whispered, his voice still choked with tears. The leopard's pupils contracted, his thoughts wirring. The moodiness, the silence, the pushing himself so hard working out., the way Zeek had reacted the day before, it all made sense now. Zeek had thought that Zach was going to out him. But instead, Zach had kissed him.
"But I love you--" Zach whispered, his ears against his head, his tail around the two of them.
"Stop saying that!" Zeek barked, pushing Zach hard into the lockers with a metal clang.
"But i do." he said, letting his arms fall to his side; letting his whole head sag.
Zeek pushed his head into his chest, slumping forward, crying. "Stop..." he said pleadingly, slumping further into the leopard.
"I love you..." Zach whispered, hugging the dalmation tightly.
"I love you too..." Zeek whispered painfully, crying into Zach's chest. As they stayed like that, crying together, Zach felt the muscular tendons in the dog's arms, felt his heartbeat against him, felt the warmth of his soft fur. He started petting the dog, his own tears stopped, purring quietly, almost inaudibly. His stomach was full of swarming butterflies but he didn't care. He pet Zeek's black hair and held him close. Unable to help himself, he ran his textured tongue over Zeek's hair, tasting his musk and sweat. Zeek's tail began to wag. He looked up.
They kissed, Zeek looking at Zach's lips before pressing their maws together, wrapping his arms slowly around the slender leopard, hugging him to himself. They both closed their eyes, Zeek's tears drying, his tail wagging in earnest.
Zach's stomach swooped and swirled, al lof his thoughts focused on the feel of the dog's moist, warm lips. They were so soft. So strong, just like the rest of him. When the dalmation's long tongue darted into his muzzle and massaged his own, he moaned, purring louder, his fur on end, his heart swelling, and sucked on the dog's tonge, feeling his beasthood twinge with the excitment, letting the dog's tail wag even faster.
Zeek broke the embrace and looked deeply into Zach's yellow eyes through his tangle of black hair, smiling, pleased.
* * *
They walked the entire rest of the way back to Zach's house holding hands. They were talking and giggling when they entered the house, not even noticing the tall, muscular leopard sitting in the highbacked chair in the living room watching them enter. The leopard sat up, setting his hands on the arms of the chair. He had been resting his elbow on an arm of the chair, his worried head resting in his paw.
His sitting up made just enough sound for Zach's ears to perk up. He stopped laughing and turned towards the living room, horror shattering the happiness in his face. His father was straring at their locked hands. Seeing the terror on his boyfriend's face, Zeek turned to see the old leopard sitting there like a statue and dropped his hand from Zach's, his tail stopping mid-wag.
"Uh, um, dad! I'm sorry, I meant to tell you but I--" Zach pleaded, tears coming into his eyes, his knees sagging, letting his body drop an inch or two.
The tough leopard stood up from the chair, coming up to his full height. Zeek trembled, gulping hard.
Zach's dad picked up his cellphone from where it had been resting on the table next to the comfy chair. He'd already called the police, after learning that Zach had skipped half his classes, knowing that his son had been depressed that morning. He'd tried to ask what had been wrong but he hadn't been able to. Naturally, when Zach didn't show up after school, he'd been terribly worried. He usually picked Zach up from school. But school had been out now for nearly an hour. Yes, Zach's dad had been incredibly worried, but THIS...
"Son." he said firmly, walking towards the startled pair. Zach's knees began to shake. "I'm so glad you're home safe." He kissed the top of his son's head, the two boy's looking at him with suddenly dry eyes and throats, their collective expresssion comical to the big leopard. They looded stunned out of their wits.
"Dad?..." Zach asked tentatively as he headed for his coat by the door. Folding the coat over one arm, he turned back to face them, smiling.
"I was just about to head to the store for some things. Why don't you stay for dinner, Zeek?" he said in his deep timbre.
Zeek looked as if he could wet himself, almost pointing to himself in his bewilderment.
"I'll make us something special." he said, sparing the boy's nerves. "Now you kids have fun." he said, opening the door and turning back around to face them. "I'm in no hurry to eat."
With that, Zach's dad winked at the two of them, flashing them a warm smile before closing the door. The pair exchanged nervous glances, not knowing that Zach's dad stood on the other side of the solid oak door, leaning with his back to it, grateful that his son was okay and relieved that the two boy's seemed to have come to terms with their sexualities. He may have looked the brute and been quiet to boot, but he was no dummy.
Sighing relief to the open air, he flipped open his phone to call the police back, pulling out his car key. He decided he'd go see a movie before going to the store. Yeah, a movie sounded just DANDY right about then...
* * *
In the living room, Zach looked nervously at Zeek and then, comprehension dawning on him, turned silently away with a smile, his tail brushing by the dalmation's face. He walked off to the stairs and took them two at a time, hoping the dalmation would follow. When he reached the top of the stairs and his new boyfriend still hadn't taken the hint, he took off his lightblue shirt and tossed it gently down the stairs. Seeing this, excitement growing in his pants, Zeek gulped, hearing an upstairs door open. He didn't need to be a nuerosurgeon to know which door had been opened, or that he needed to get to that door FAST.
Racing up the stairs three at a time, Zeek plowed down the hallway and flung his arms to the frame of the door, holding himself in the doorway, panting. His eyes went wide behind his spidery hair. Zach was sitting on his bed, his pants laying at his feet, off to the side. His creamy, soft yellow fur was exposed. It started on ihs inner thighs and worked it's way all over his tummy and chest, up his throat and down his inner biceps. Zeek felt his pants twitch and his tail began to wag energetically. He could smell leopard musk filling the room. Zach was circling the spot next to him with his finger, looking playfully at him with heavy lidded eyes. Zeek gulped, walked over to the bed without meeting Zach's gaze, trying to ignore the leopard's rapidly shriking silk undies, and sat down without batting an eyelash. Zach made to rub his chest and Zeek stood up rigidly.
"I almost forgot!" he exclaimed, ripping his backpack off and unzipping it. Zach masked his disappointment with curiousity.
From his bag, Zeek pulled forth the tattered dalmation that Zach had taken to school.
"Here." Zeek said softly, handing the stuffed toy to it's rightful owner. Zach took it gratefully, shcoked, his eyes full of happy tears, hugging the toy dalmation to his chest.
"...Thanks..." he whispered, his eyes closed, squeezing the dalmation in his arms. Zeek moved forward, resting one knee by Zach's own and resting the other betwwen his legs, pushing his legs apart, grabbing his shoulders. Zach looked up at him, getting chills. His nose was so very, very close to his own. He could feel the dog's warm breath issuing forth from his muzzle. Zeek kissed him, Zach laying back, setting the stuffed dalmation aside for favor of the LIVE one.
He wrapped his arms around Zeek's back, taking in his tongue, purring, feeling the dog's tail start to wag evergetically again. He closed his eyes and raked the dalmation's fur, feeling the dog's beasthood get rock hard in his pants. He reached down and grabbed his waistband, massaging his tongue with his own, wrapping his legs around the dog as well. Zeek broke their kiss and began running his long, wet tongue through the fur on Zach's neck. Zach moaned, purring deeply within his chest, his eyes half closed, grinding the dog's boner with his own.
Before the previous day, Zach had never so much as held someone's hand, let alone felt something as wonderful as pressing on the meat of another boy with his own. Until yesterday, he'd tried to completely ignore that he was gay, or that he loved his bestfriend more than just a friend. Zeek moved his tongue lower, running it through Zach's chest fuzz, lighter than the rest and free of the leopard's spots. In turth, Zeek had never had even a kiss either, and this was his first time. His tail wagged ceaselessly.
Zach pulled at Zeek's pants and as Zeek went lower, licking at Zach's stomach, Zeek pulled down his pants and underwear, standing off the bed real quick to pull them off and throw them into the corner of the room. Zach's eyes drank in the beauty of his friend's body, took in every curve and muscle. Zeek really HAD been hitting the gym. And HARD. He must've been trying to run from himself for quite awhile.
Pulling on Zach's silky, tight little briefs, Zeek smiled, feeling pleasantly dizzy. The leopard's musk spilled forth as he arched his back to assist Zeek in sliding the undies down his thighs, past that yellowy, creamy fuzz, past his knees, past his ankles, and finally, past his footpaws, where Zeek pulled them completely off, putting them to his nose without thinking, smelling the cockmusk that they were reaking of. The sight of his bestfriend smelling his tiny undies sent shivers through Zach's body. His muscles tightened and his cock twanged, growing larger and harded than it had ever been. Zach wondered if it would ever stop when Zeek threw the underwear aside and looked down at his meat, lowering himself onto the bed before it. Zach didn't know what would happen and the anticipation drove him wild. What only seemed like a blink was actually a short moment in which Zeek contemplated his next move. Then, remembering the smell from the undies, threw caution to the wind. He wrapped his big, flat, wet tongue around the leopard's rod and licked it's length, immeadeately tasting the sweet saltiness of his meat, growing so hard that his dick pulses, brushing against the leopard's fur around his legs.
Zach moaned deeply, his purring growing louder, clutching at the bed with his claws, sinking them into the matress. Zeek licked the smooth head up and down, tasting every inch of flesh. He slurped and lapped with his powerful tongue, drawing deep, sensual moans from Zach's chest. He loved the taste, the texture, everything. So he decided to suck it into his mouth. This made Zach sit up, moaning and pawing at Zeek's long black hair, grabbing his ears. Zeek looked up and was sucked into a heavy kiss. He used the time they were kissing to climb higher on the bed, again becoming even with the panting leopard. Zeek barked out, breaking their kiss, when Zach grabbed his dick and squeezed, feeling how hard Zeek had become.
When they had been little, they used to go swimming together and would change together in that very room. Zach used to try to sneak glances. Unbeknownst to him, so had Zeek. Now, his paw wrapped around his lover's girth, he didn't have to sneak a look. Or a lick.
Moving down between Zeek's legs, he grabbed his warm, spotted thighs and took his length into his maw, licking at it with his textured tongue. Zeek began to let out yipping moans, his hands against the wall for support, Zach purring deeply even as he took in all of the dog's meat. He was a natural and took the large tool easily, slurping, sucking and smacking his lips on the dog's cock before Zeek grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him up to his level again.
"I want to mate with you..." Zeek whispered, licking Zach's face.
"Really?" Zach panted, letting the dog run his big able paws through his chest fur, purring. He ran his own paws through Zeek's stomach fur, feeling the muscles that were forming there. He shivered. Zeek would have a sixpack soon. He shivered again, the dog moving to lick his neck fur.
"I want you in me." he panted, nervous again, the butterflies in his stomach noticed, but barely acknowledged, his poor leopard body overwhelmed with so many new sensations at once that he raised his chin, letting the dog continue with his licking.
To his surprise, Zeek did not reply. He didn't need to. Taking the kitty's thighs in his hands, he lifted his legs onto his shoulders, all the while his tail wagging like mad, his tongue rolling over and over the fur and flesh in Zach's neck.
Letting his instincts take over, Zeek guided his hung dick into place and felt for Zach's tailhole. He knew he had found it when Zach half-cried out, panting, taking Zeek in another warm kiss. Zeek had never felt something so soft, or something so wonderfully warm. He worked his finger into Zach's tailhole while the leopard thrashed and shivered, moaning and purring. He sucked harder on his textured tongue and worked his hole, adding another finger without even thinking about it. Zach shivered and bucked up when Zeek's fingers came across something bulbous and fleshy inside Zach's body. It was his prostate, and Zeek began working it gingerly, loving the way it made Zach arch his back and cry out, his claws digging into his back. Zeek didn't care.
Removing his fingers, aiming his tip, guided by pure anamilistic passion, Zeek sunk his tip into Zach and buried his pusating length into his lover in one firm push. Zach arched his back further, gasping, crying out, his head thrown back, his claws digging deeper into the dalmation's back. Zeek smiled, his tail wagging and wagging. It felt so amazing. Zach was so warm on the inside... So soft... And so TIGHT. It felt so amazing. He could feel Zach's tailhole closing and his prostate twitching with the suddenness of his orgasm. Warm seed splattered up at his near-sixpack, shooting out mainly all over Zach's chest.
"Ooooh, fuck me, Zeek!" Zach called out, pulling himself up onto his meat. Zeek lifted him into an upright position, his legs still slung over his shoulders, and started bouncing him up and down on his memeber, throwing his head back, panting and moaning. The pace increased, Zach's purring frequently interrupted as deep, heavy moans erupted from his open maw.
Zeek grabbed Zach's maw in a kiss with his own, their tonuges dancing and sucking on one another's Zach's dick never losing it's rigidity. He pussed off with his knees, laying Zach down on his back, humping away harder at the new position. His dick pulsed and pulsed, Zach moaning again with his head back. Zeek was panting heavily.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Zach yelled, glad his father had stepped out. The bedframe was rattling hard against the wall with their passion.
Hearing Zach's words, Zeek became aware of his own mounting orgasm building up from deep in his testicles. His knot was forming. He shoved his knot fully into Zach's tailhole as it formed, feeling Zach clench with the feroscity of his second orgasm. He cried out, digging his claws into his back again, arching his back hard as seed splattered up his chest, all over his neck and on his face.
Zeek erupted inside of him, howling his love to the open air, the room warm and damp, smelling heavily of sex and male musk. His knot stayed formed as he emptied his load into his former best friend's insides. He let his head drop heavily, hearing the heavy purring and panting coming from Zach. He looked up into his brilliant yellow eyes, which were sparkling after his orgasm. It made Zeek's tail start wagging again. He licked the seed from the leopard's face, getting his first taste of his lover's tangy cum, which he would taste again and again, usually swallowing what he could.
"I love you." Zach purred, cooing the words from his maw. Zeek looked deeply into his heavy eyes, feeling more relieved, more LOVED then he ever had felt in his life.
"You know what?" he asked, kissing Zach lightly on the lips, "I'm glad I'm gay... Cuz it means I can have YOU."
Zach kissed him hard, passionately on the mouth. The made-out until the sun starting weaking in the sky, and then Zach pulled his legs off of his lover, his bestfriend since forever, letting his semi-hard, now knotless cock slip free from his tailhole, got under the sheets and rolled over to face away from the dalmation.
Zeek smiled, climbing under the sheets, wrapping a strong arm around the leopard's chest, running his big square paws through his milky yellow chest fur, his tail wagging lightly, Zach purring, both of their eyes closed. They were drifting off for a nap before Zach's dad would get home and make dinner. It would be a new chapter in all three of their lives. And as Zeek heard Zach's breathing grow heavy as he fell asleep, his last thought before he joined him in dreamland was this: Being gay isn't so bad... In fact,... I'd say it's just DANDY.........
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