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In a dimly-lit basement somewhere in Texas, a young adult-to-be was sighing in pleasure at the glorious position he found himself in after four long years of work. Well, some would call it work, others would call it "classic case of big-muscled jock TV show." Mateo didn't really care what anyone said about him, especially his scrawny brother. After all, who could complain about a nice, wet blowjob from a talented green muzzle with a forked, long and slimey tongue that knew just what he liked?

"That's it. you love this stuff, don't you? Imagine if your friends knew... hell, does my brother know?" With his well-muscled legs spread open on a worn-out La-Z-Boy, the 16-year old exveemon-flamedramon hybrid smirked down at the boy currently kneeling between them. Mateo probably got lucky in the punnett square game: having inherited his father's musculature and mother's figure, the young boy was a perfect example of a hunk. While he wasn't even a full-fledged legal adult, his member currently buried in that warm, tight throat boasted a strong seven and a half (seven, to his ruler) inches long and a good two inches thick.

A large dark-blue paw came down on the back of the poor lizard boy's head, forcing Kevin to gag and spasm so deliciously around his tapered cockhead. "close...you better swallow, lizard-boy.." Ignoring the paws weakly slapping at his thick thighs, Mateo grunted and leaned forward torock his hips forward, drawing quiet squeaks in the otherwise-silent basement. The image of the red lizard, Kevin's mother, coming down the steps and finding his son deep-throating the high school's footbal star drove him rapidly to the edge.

The choking boy, how he blackmailed the other teen to invite him and kneel begging not to say anything to anyone and that oh so wonderful wet throat was too much. Gritting his muzzle in a snarl, the young boy humped forward, his cockhead popping beyond something and feeling heavenly as he let loose, jet after jet of warm, potent teenaged cum emptying into a protesting bottom below him. His deep amber eyes closing, Mateo simply emptied his balls into the green lizard and finally let him pull back. Looking down at the spittle-and-cum covered male, the digimon smirked and lowered a paw down, purposely trailing down his firm pecs and defined six pack to grasp his wet cock and give it a stroke.

"good job. I'd fuck you but that'd be gay. I'm not a fag like you, though I think you'd love that. wouldn't you? Here, help me get cleaned up." Grabbing the still-recovering and coughing boy by his chin, Mateo rubbed his cock and its mess all over the boy's brown hair. When he was reasonably clean, the digimon scoffed and leaned down to grab his lowered black jockstrap, yanking it up his legs and nodding as he caught sight of himself on a mirror by a beat-up TV and old Xbox 360. "Yeah, I bet you would. well where's the stuff?"

Glaring up and coughing a few more times to get the taste out of his muzzle, Kevin hissed and pointed off to the side, by his bathroom. "it's...hak. in there...." Wiping his muzzle clean of the asshole's jizz, the lizard sighed and rubbed at his now-disgusting hair. Getting up off his knees from the cold, concrete flooring in the basement, the teen shivered and looked at the defined traps of his tormentor going into HIS bathroom to smoke HIS weed. Kevin would've loved nothing more than to punch the arrogant little dick and kick him out but...it was the same ever since his freshman year...

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The five foot two boy glanced about nervously in the locker room, his gym bag packed by his loving mother in hand as he stood rigid in front of a locker. His green eyes flicked left, caught a glance of a sheath, flicked right, a pair of horse nuts stared back at him. Cheeks growing beet red, Kevin had shook his muzzle and changed as fast as he could into his black shorts and white tee gym uniform, thanking all the gods for his biology allowing his half-hard cock to remain hidden in his slit.

The rest of the P.E. class went on without much incident. At least, until the coach, a tall and very handsome snow leopard he already forgot the name of talked about swimming being part of the course. The freshman froze and looked up at the much taller male and tried to follow what he was saying.

"... uniform, and yes you HAVE to wear this. Someone got injured wearing baggy swimming trunks last year. Quiet down, no complaining. You are in my class and you WILL do as I say if you want to pass!" Kevin could've been mistaken for a red lizard when he saw the almost comically-small black speedo held in the feline's paw, about chest height. Normally the closeted boy would be staring at the tight school P.E. shirt showing off his teacher's body but that piece of nylon and lycra had him terrified. There was no way it would cover him if he ever got worked up as it seemed to happen too much lately!

Things somehow seemed to get worse after the class was run through a warm-up when the big feline led them to the soccer field, right next to the football practice that was apparently going on. The whole class seemed to stop at a loud howl and a plastic-snapping crack was heard from midway down the field: at the 42 yard line, a pair of players had apparently collided. A heavily-padded-and-uniformed canine was seen sliding back across the wet grass, only to stop and grab at his left shoulder as the ball went up...and practically attached itself to what looked like a large blue lizard's arms. The ensuing whooping and cheers wasn't what Kevin remembered: he simply recalled the blur of blue, white green and brown as the figure ran down the field, knocking aside the two furs who tried to stop him. The triumphant cheer, the flex of what looked like adonis-isque biceps...

The lizard spent the rest of schoolday with his bookbag in front of his groin, getting snickers and pity alike from passing students. Sure gym classes were hard for the freshman, but it got better: he made friends, got to sophomore year with good grades, his parents seemed to be home more often...

It was in his Junior year when Kevin found out about marijuana and how it "helped his muscles relax" after the State Meet. Angelo, his best friend since Sophomore year, had apparently been doing it for the past year. It made a lot of sense to the young male, how the sleek silver-and-gray-scaled male made Varsity easily while he just barely failed, how the flamedramon seemed to have just the perfect butterfly strokes.

The green lizard was smoking a small blunt in the locker rooms when he was interrupted by a wall of muscle and hormones. Mateo, he would learn his name the day after, had the terrified boy hand over the smoking stick and naked with just a few words. Maybe it was his hormones, maybe it was his wild fantasies the lizard had every week about the male in front of him, or it was the growled threat of revealing his sin to his catholic parents. Yes, that must have been it. There was no way the 16 year old lizard would willingly strip himself naked and lick the older boy's sweaty, white sac.

It hurt much worse when Kevin found out he was older than his bully, even if by only a year. Thankfully, there was only a semester left of his Junior year and Kevin did the best he could: reserving some of his stash for the jock, willingly "inviting" him over when his parents were on their one of many work trips, even taking blame and punishment for the shit his young companion did while in his basement...

Kevin had given up on God some time ago, probably as soon as he realized he was into other boys. There was no way someone of divine power could exist that would tell his parents that homosexuality was such a sin and yet made him, a good christian boy who had done no wrong, gay. Even so, the green male found himself cursing his name and fate under his breath as he saw the younger boy come out with a small lunchbox.

"Can you just go today? That's all I have and it's riskier and riskier since Paul graduated last year.."

"Doesn't sound like my problem, gayboy. roll me up a good one and shut up. I'll go after one if it bothers your panties so much."

Unable to suppress his growl, the lizard grabbed the proffered tin container and did as instructed, holding out a small lighter and a gray-paper-wrapped piece to the other boy. He would normally be sitting on the very La-Z-Boy Mateo was sitting on and playing Warzone...God, this asshole better leave soon.

Without even a word of thanks, as usual, the digimon put the blunt between those white fangs and took a long drag, his chest and stomach expanding and flexing as he did. Knowing Kevin was gay for hot, sexy men like himself, the runningback made no attempt to hide his physique and if anything, had his shirt off every time he came over for a freebie.

If he wasn't such a douchebag, I would date him...why couldn't he be nice like Angelo?

Sighing as he watched the other male enjoy his stash, Kevin blinked when the gruff voice said something that wasn't insulting or homophobic.

"So. Didn't you say Coach Drew caught you last week? How come your parents haven't searched your room and found the dildos and ballgags?"

The words hurt, but not as much as the guilt the memory brought the older male.

"Y..yea. We were smoking by the Athletics building and Coach came out of nowhere...we all ran."

"Yeah? Idiots. could just be doing it here with a free blowjob." The snicker boiled the lizard's blood...but not as much as his mounting pile of guilt as he continued.

"We all got away but I think your brother was too slow or something...I didn't from him until later that night. He said he was caught."

"oh? figures that little twink can't run worth a damn."

"Hey! he can out swim you any day of the week"

"Too bad, I can't fit in those faggoty little speedos like my brother. Can't believe he isn't gay like you, the way he flaunts himself at the tournaments."

"..."

"Well thanks for the blowjob. And the blunt. I'm gonna go home and lift. can't keep guns like these without daily work!"

Making sure to flex his impressive biceps, the digimon snickered and looked over at the older swimmer: thin. barely muscled...Taking a last, long drag of the disappearing nub, Mateo scoffed and grabbed his discarded shirt from the concrete floor. Getting up and throwing the burning bit into the ashtray, the larger male scoffed and went up the staircase again, his long, thick tail swinging behind him.

Angelo got caught smoking weed and his parents didn't know anything... The jock's mind was racing as he headed out the surbuban house and back home, grinning maliciously. If he played his cards right, he could get even more free weed and his older brother to admit he was gay. Or at least, get some extra muzzle when his bitch of a girl wasn't complaining about his size. If they didn't want a real stud, they shouldn't be dating a star.