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Jason woke with the sun shining on his face through the top of the tent. The chirping of wild birds entering his focusing senses. Boy, he thought, I wonder when I went camping. He shook his head, and slowly realized something fuzzy and warm against his cheek. Turning his head, he saw Eiffel sprawled across the floor. Then, he slowly focused on what was against his cheek.........Eiffel's bare foot.

Jason didn't know what to do. Partly in shock, he leaned away from Eiffel's foot. And as he tried to comprehend what had happened, a few things came to happen. He first realized that Eiffel's foot smelled slightly pleasing. The smell of feet left in a pair of boots for too long, but with a musky dog-ish smell added to it. He then realized what he had first realized, and mentally slapped himself for thinking like that. All his life he had hid the fact that he found men much more attracting than women, and now wasn't the best time for him to get these thoughts, since he was in a confined space with two very aesthetically pleasing males....even if they were mutated humanoids. And finally, Jason blinked in surprise as Eiffel's footpad was shoved into his face, toes spread over his nose, Eiffel stretching.

"Ah...... what a beautiful morning." Eiffel moved his foot as he got up. Jason stared at Eiffel in disbelief as the humanoid got up, naked, and opened his pack. Jason almost squeaked at the sight. He never would have thought it possible, but he could see the muscles moving around under Eiffel's skin. He thought back to when he first saw him. He was so trim; Jason thought he was just a gun junkie. But seeing this now, Jason was thinking otherwise.

Eiffel stood up straight holding his clothes in one hand and his belt in the other. But as he crossed the tent to go outside, he dropped something. Jason didn't know what they were until they hit the ground. By then, Jason's face was so red, he could feel it. It was a black jockstrap. Jason's heart skipped a beat, as his mind thought bad thoughts that haven't surfaced since sixth grade. He'd done everything in his power to bury these thoughts forever. But in the end, he guessed, they won't go away.

Eiffel bent over and reached down to get his underwear, giving Jason a nice view of his rear end. Eiffel's tail swished back and forth mockingly it seemed. Eiffel grabbed it and turned around, catching Jason's eye. "Oh. You're up are you?" But that went in one ear and out the other. Eiffel's sheath was right there...close enough to touch even. It was so big...But Jason shook the thought from his mind and forced himself to speak with a clear tone.

"Yeah. You must've just woke me up."

Eiffel just shrugged and apologized as he bent down again, pulling his feet through the holes in his jockstrap and pulling it up. That only seemed to make Eiffel's groin look bigger, and Jason had to feign stretching to hide his embarrassment.

Jason turned over to stare at the wall of the tent. He wondered where Argon had gone. He wasn't in his sleeping bag......so where could he be? Jason didn't want to spend another second in the tent though, and pondering this only prolonged the time he had to spend with Eiffel......when......he was in a good mood.......well, Jason thought, that's a first.

Jason reached down inside the blankets he was sleeping in and pulled on his shorts. He personally thought clothes while sleeping was a nuisance, yet naked was too drafty. Eiffel mustn't care though......Jason thought. He stood up as much as he could inside of the tent and bent over to put on his shoes.

As he was lacing them up, Jason could hear a low murmur from outside of the tent. The blush still on his face, Jason stepped onto the sleeping back Eiffel was in, and started folding his blankets. The murmur continued with rises and falls of volume as Jason continued to fold what he slept in. Finally it was satisfactory, and he laid it down where he slept, followed by placing the jacket he used as a pillow on top of the pile.

This completed, Jason shuffled to the door of the tent, ignoring the dull pain from the day before.

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Eiffel came out of the tent to see Argon pacing by a tree nearby. His ears perked up as Eiffel zipped the door to the tent closed again. "Well?" Argon asked impatiently. "Did you do it? How did it go? Was he mad? Oh I hope Jason isn't mad. If he is, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe I-"

Eiffel's paw print would have been seen on Argon's muzzle had it not been for the course black fur that covered Argon's whole body. "Argon! Be quiet!" Eiffel hissed, pulling Argon away from the tent.

"well?" Argon prodded at Eiffel's chest, wanting an answer.

"Well what?" as he said this, Eiffel leaned up against a tree with a smirk. "I can't read your mind, so ask upfront, moron."

"What all happened just now???" Argon nearly yelled before having Eiffel cover his mouth with his paw.

"Shh! I waited until I heard his breathing pattern quiken. Then I just put my paw on his cheek as planned. It pretty much went as we had thought, blush and all."

"...pretty much?"

"Yeah...well, I added some stuff." Eiffel scratched his neck.

"...like?"

"Well, when he turned his face, I pushed my toes over his nose and squeezed a little...and then I dropped my black jockstrap before getting dressed."

Argon's jaw dropped at the new moves Eiffel had thrown in. The plan was to have Jason see Argon's foot on his cheek, and then dress to see what happened. But Eiffel had taken it to a whole other level...and yet it still went fine. Argon was quiet for a few moments.

"So... it still went alright? He wasn't mad or anything?"

"Nope. He was just blushing when I left, okay? How many times do I need to say it? Nothing bad happened!" Eiffel adjusted his belt and rubbed his healing shoulder.

"How's the shoulder?"

"Better I guess...Jason sure did some weird stuff back there...how do you think he did what he did?"

"He's a superhero-to-be" Argon said with a hint of gleam in his eyes.

"How about a nerdy bookworm with way too much time on his hands?"

Argon left Eiffel on the ground, holding his crotch, and walked towards the fire pit that was by the tent. He was surprised to see Jason poking at a lit fire with a stick."Hey Jason. Good morning!" Argon said with a nervous smile as he sat next to the newly woken human.

"Hey Argon." Jason replied quietly, poking a smoldering piece of wood in the fire with his stick again.

"Something wrong?" Argon said, his voice starting to betray his cool complexion.

"No...not really. Just thinking."

"A-are you sure Jason? A-are you mad? Upset? Mad at me? Because, I mean, I swear it wa-" Argon was silenced by Jason's hand around his short snout.

"Argon. I'm fine, okay? Just have a lot of things to mull over in my head is all. I woke up with a rough start today, okay? So just...chill ya scaredy-cat." Jason let go of Argon's muzzle and hugged him tightly.

Argon was speechless for once this morning, and hesitantly hugged Jason back. Jason was still warm from sitting so close to the hot fire, and Argon never wanted the hug to end. But he sadly and reluctantly let go when Jason pulled away from the embrace. They sat there by the fire in a cloud of silence for a while.

"Where's Eiffel?" Jason asked, breaking the silence. Argon searched for what to say, but wasn't able to reply as a boot hit him in the side of the head, knocking him over. "Hey Eiffel" Jason said over his shoulder.

"Hey Jason. I see you're up and at 'em already." Eiffel said as he hobbled over and took Argon's spot. The cat yowled and sat up, rubbing his head.

"Yeah, I guess so." Jason didn't say more after that, and Eiffel began to doubt his added moves inside of the tent. But he had to be sure of it before he let Jason's sexuality go.

Eiffel stood up and sat in front of Jason before taking off his shirt. The bandages on his chest were old and soaked in now dried blood, and needed to be changed. 'I'll kill two birds with ones stone here I guess' Eiffel thought.

"Hey Jason. My chest itches...I think I need new bandages and I was hoping you could change them for me since I don't...know how."

Jason just tossed the rest of the stick into the fire and turned his attention to the wrappings that covered almost all of Eiffel's chest. "These should have been changed last night. Why didn't you ask then Eiffel?" Jason said as he began to unwrap the cloth.

"I didn't remember. Too tired to anyways." Eiffel winced as the pressure of the tight bandages was slowly released and blood flow wasn't as constricted. The wound throbbed a bit more as it gained more mobility without the added confines of the bandages.

Jason was uncovering the last few wraps of the bandage when he started to notice Eiffel's chest. He never noticed much before when he was saving Eiffel's life, but now it was a more leisurely procedure and Jason could be distracted easier.

Jason couldn't help feeling the muscled chest as he unwrapped the Coyote's torso. He looked at the 6-pack abs Eiffel was sorting, and the well-toned pecs as well. He shook his head slightly and began to inspect the cut. It was scabbing over nicely, but should be cleaned and rewrapped for less chance of an infection.

"Argon, can you get me some water please?"

Argon complied and brought Jason a canteen from the tent. Jason took the canteen and opened it before pouring some water on the scab. He rubbed it slightly, stretching the skin around it so water would clean more of the scab faster. He then took the bloody scraps of cloth and poured some water on them too, before kneading them while wet.

Argon sat on Jason's left side while he was wringing out bloody water from the bandages. Jason repeated this process a few times before deeming them wearable again. He set them on top of the tent to dry out before returning to where he was sitting between the two anthros.

"So how long will it be before I can work out again?" Eiffel nudged Jason as he said this. Jason didn't look towards Eiffel and he replied.

"Maybe a few weeks before any vigorous workouts. A few days before you can do a few small-scale lifting for physical therapy and all that."

Eiffel nodded in acknowledgement and stood up slowly, hissing as his agitated scab was stretched again. "Alright. I'm going to take a nap while those dry. Wake me up when they are ready."

"Okay Eiffel. Sweet dreams!" Jason yelled out as Eiffel closed the door of the tent and got into his sleeping bag. When all was quiet for a while and the fire nearly dead, Jason got up from the log and started to walk away from camp.

"W-where are you going?!?" Argon called after him, rising to his feet and following Jason.

"Just for a walk. You can come if you want to Argon." Jason said and slowed down so Argon and he could walk side by side along the trail. They passed the tree where Eiffel first showed up in the other campsite before Argon finally tried to start a conversation.

"What are you thinking of Jason?" Jason was silent for a few moments before he responded.

"You."

Argon looked over to see Jason blushing slightly as he said the one word answer. Argon decided it was okay to push a little further. "What about me?"

Jason stopped walking then and turned to Argon. He looked Argon in the eyes before responding. "All about you, Argon. We've been through a lot, and I don't know how I feel anymore. I like you as a friend, but there's something more every time I think of you or see you, and I can't put a word to it. You're more than a friend to me now, but I don't know what that something is. That's what I'm thinking of."

Argon wasn't able to say anything to that because it was so sudden. So he just stood there, surprised, with Jason until Jason finally moved again. This time they started to head back.

By now it had been about an hour of walking, so they had a while to go before they reached camp again. Argon wanted to prod more about what Jason had just said, hoping to find something more.

"Jason, I'm tired. Can we rest for a bit?" Jason stopped and looked back. His face troubled. But it cleared up and the old, smiling Jason responded.

"Yeah! How about on those rocks over there?" Jason pointed to a small rocky outcrop between the trees, and Argon started over there. They chose a rock to sit on, and sat side by side again.

Argon's tail twitched from side to side and he tried to think of what to say. But Jason beat him to it. "Argon? I need to...to tell you something."

"Oh...o-okay Jason...go ahead. I'm listening."

Jason changed the way he was sitting so he could face Argon with more ease before starting. "Argon. In sixth grade I started to feel...different from the other boys. They always talked about girls and stuff. I always thought girls were pretty, but I never understood why anyone would want to date one. I was a bit confused that year...

"But in seventh grade, I had to take a P.E. course for the first time. I got a locker in the locker room with all of the other guys. After every class we would change, and some jocks would take showers and laugh. Every once in a while, I heard them say 'fag' and 'no homo' and things like that. I wasn't as well versed back then in homophobic slurs as I am now, so I went home and looked up what they meant.

"After that day, I tried to stop them from saying it. But they only gave me a hard time. They threw dirty jockstraps at me, tied socks around my face, they even pants me for a while until the year ended. All because I tried to get them to stop using those terms. I don't know if it was worth it, because they still use them, but on other kids now and not just in general like before. But I do know one thing that came of it.

"I found out why I didn't like girls the night I looked up the meaning of 'gay'. What I found fit how I felt. Girls were unattractive to me. Boys weren't much at the time either, but I found myself taking offence to what the jocks said during classes and the such. So I felt obligated to help put a stop to the foul lingo going on in the locker room. I was punished as well as rewarded.

"It gave me a new drive towards gay rights. It's what made me gain recognition in the community for helping others, because I knew what it was like to have slander used on me. I know what it's like to be treated like dirt. To be called names and to be humiliated publicly by my peers. I hated it, and I vowed I would help those who got it on a more hurtful and regular basis than I.

"I eventually got into high school, and my hormones kicked in. I started to find guys attractive. So I had to have a talk with the principle to get out of PE. I told her that I was being harassed for what I did in the community and was being falsely accused and tormented for being gay. I have tried to fool myself and think I was straight for a while now, because I never wanted to be seen in society as a fag.

"But then I met you this year...and I just felt...different. We always hung out, did things together. I thought you were cute even before I saw your face for the first time. I feel fuzzy inside when we talk, and even more so when we hug. I don't know what it is, but I know that the more time we spend together, he more the feeling increases. I'm not sure what to call it, but...oh never mind."

Jason started to get up, but Argon pulled him back down. "I know what you mean. I felt the same way from the first day I saw you. I read about what you did for others, and knew I would feel safe if I were near you. But the more time I spent with you, the more I thought about you. And when you saw what I've been hiding...you didn't freak out. You helped me even more after you knew.

"Jason, I feel that warm and fuzzy feeling every time we are near each other too. And I'm at a loss of words when I try to think of what it is. But I do know this: I l-love you Jason..." Argon hugged Jason so tightly, that, along with the moving speeches given and the self realizations, Jason cried a little before hug back tightly.

The two sat on the rock together, holding each other close, for a few more minutes before they let each other go. Jason still felt a bit awkward about it, as did Argon, but it felt right to both of them. Jason and Argon scooted a bit closer together in the mid-afternoon sun, and hugged once more.

"Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"I...I'm sorry about this morning..."

"What about it?"

Argon shifted uncomfortably beside Jason. "Well...me and Eiffel decided to wake you up the way he did and he did all those things butineverknewhewouldgothatfarand-"

Argon was cut off mid-sentence as Jason pressed his lips against Argon's. Argon, shocked, just froze. Jason broke the impromptu kiss shortly after it started, and stood up, blushing profusely. "I-I know Argon...and I understand...I think."

Argon stood up in front of Jason and hugged him. "I love you Jason..."

Jason slowly hugged Argon back. "I-...I love you too, Argon."

The two just stood there for a while, hugging, until Argon released Jason. "This day's been..."

"Confusing?" Argon offered.

"That." Jason finished lamely. They stood in another awkward silence for a while before Argon said something that startled Jason.

"So...you liked Eiffel's display this morning?"

"We...uh...what I...umm...er...well..." Jason's face was so red, he could feel it. Argon just giggled in his weird way.

"We just wanted to see if you liked guys is all. That's why he made you take a look at his bandages. He was showing off his muscles to you."

Jason was stunned as he thought back to what had happened. He now felt so...out of place. He was supposed to be the one in control who knew what was going on. But Eiffel and Argon had tricked him and now he was the vulnerable one. He was, again, at a loss for words.

Argon sat Jason back down onto the rock. "You know, Jason, I was looking into the tent when Eiffel gave you his show."

"You were?"

"Yeah." Argon lied. "I saw how you blushed and everything." Argon had been thinking during the awkward silence that had just happened a few minutes ago. He was ashamed of what he had thought about, but it was still in his mind in vivid detail.

It was the week before their planned sleep-over and Argon was in the tree outside of Jason's window again. He usually slept there after Jason went to sleep, but this time he arrived early enough to be caught off guard. Jason had just entered the room in only a towel.

Argon's jaw dropped as Jason's towel did, and as he saw Jason started to bend over, his mind started to dream up all sorts of

"Argon?" Jason's voice registered in Argon's mind, bringing him back to the future time.

"Huh? What?"

"What are you thinking of?"

"Nothing!" Argon said a bit too quickly.

Jason raised an eyebrow and pointed to Argon's pants. "Then what's that?"

Argon looked down to see his crotch was swollen and nearly tented from the memory. He quickly stood up and tried to cover it up with his shaking paws. His tail flicked behind him fervently as Argon was blushing and looking away from Jason.

"What's wrong?" Jason stood up, concerned. "It's a natural thing that happens randomly throughout the day."

Argon shuffled his feet. "...."

"What?"

"It wasn't random..."

Jason wasn't sure what Argon meant by this, but the sight of the bulge had sent a few things running through his head. He was curious to see what Argon's 'tool' looked like. He also wanted to know what made Argon so aroused so suddenly. Jason reached out and took Argon's paws from his crotch. Argon cringed in fear as Jason did so, but relaxed a little as Jason hugged him.

"It's okay Argon. Nothing to be afraid of." Argon just stood there, his crotch throbbing now. It was brushed up against by Jason's hand when Jason had grabbed his paws to give him a hug. Argon couldn't get imaged out of his mind, and he was scared, yet aroused.

"Jason, I can't be near you now...I just can't." Argon tried to break away.

"Argon! Why not? What's wrong?" Jason held onto Argon wrists as the big panther tried to turn away. Jason knew what was getting at the big cat now. A little slow, but Jason wasn't thinking straight himself.

"Oh come now Argon. You know I love you and wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?" Argon just nodded. "Then why not tell me what's going on?"

Argon just stood there, paws in Jason's hands. But after a while, Argon sat back down on the rock for the third time. "well...I..."

"Yes?"

"Sigh...I was sitting in your tree one night and I saw you get dressed after taking a shower...that image went through my head and got me aroused..." Argon looked anywhere but at Jason right then. Jason didn't know what to do or what to say.

"I don't know what to say, Argon..." An awkward silence ensued, and a few minutes later, Jason got the courage to say something that was on both of their minds.

"C-can...can I see it?" Argon stood up in shock, and Jason was the one to turn away now. Jason couldn't believe he had just asked that stupid question. He let his curiously horny mind get the best of him. He was afraid of what might happen between him and Argon now...

"....w-why?"

Jason kept avoiding eye contact as he answered. "I kept seeing the bulge in your pants, and I started to wonder what ...what, you know...what it looks like. It can't be the same as a human's, and I've seen plenty of those in the locker rooms. There was a rather long silence... "You know, never mind. It was wrong for me to ask that of you, and disrespectful, and..."

Argon had now put his paw over Jason's mouth to silence him. "Jason. I-...it's okay. I know how you feel. I used to want to g-get into all the other guys' pants at my holding facility...I...I g-guess letting you...l-look wouldn't be too hard..."

They both were silent after this. Jason from what just happened; Argon what he said. But true to his word, Argon slowly unzipped his pants and let them drop to his knees. He blushed profusely as thoughts ran through his mind he normally wouldn't fathom having. He put his thumb around the elastic edge of his boxers, and looked at Jason.

Jason was tented in his groin, and Argon could practically see it throbbing. Jason wasn't staring at him in lust though. More as one would if one was studying a new flower or something. Argon breathed deeply, trying to calm his nerves, and slowly pulled his boxers down mid-thigh.

Argon blushed so deeply, he was sure you could see it from mars. But he didn't run away. Not like he normally would. Something strange keeping him rooted to the spot. He felt...different. Normally Argon would feel frightened in a situation such as this. But he wasn't, and couldn't describe the feeling he was having.

Jason, on the other hand, was perplexed by what he was seeing. Argon's belly fur smoothed out before turning into what had to be a dog's sheath, but for a cat. It was only half the size of what a dog's would look like, and was nearly undetectable. Protruding from the opening was a pink rod that was Argon's penis. Jason examined the strange structure of the panther's member. (going off what I've read up on cats' cocks. Correct me if I'm wrong.)

It was a very light pink color at the base, but faded into a darker pink and progressed in this fashion until it reached the tip, which was a deep pink color. Along the shaft there were a few spines here and there. They looked bony and rough, and were angled towards Argon's waist and were flat against his penis. The shaft got slightly narrower as it got closer to the tip, but the tip was almost bulbous. It went a bit wider before tapering to a tip, almost like a human's, but not quite. As Jason went from base to tip, he noticed more and more of the strange spines closer to the tip. He tentatively reached out a hand...

Argon wasn't looking anywhere near Jason, but looking up and away into the trees when he felt something touch his cock. He looked down to find Jason gently feeling his cock up and down and all around. He watched as Jason lifted up a spine to its full bending extent and felt its sharpness. Then something clicked in the back of his head Something Argon had never experienced before. Something feral and uncontrolled. Yet Argon fought against the animalistic urge.

Jason mentally noted the texture and color of everything he saw. He knew it would be different, but to this extent? He was very curious about the angling of the spines, and decided to run a test on a theory he had thought up. Jason made an "O" with his hand, and slipped it over Argon's cock down to the base. It slid over easily enough with the natural lubrication from inside of the sheath. But as Jason was pulling his hand back towards the tip, the spines snagged on his skin, poking him well enough, but not to cause discomfort.

Argon couldn't hold back any longer once Jason's hand caught the spines it touched. The bending back sent a ripple of pleasure through Argon's body and mind, releasing something that Argon had never felt before: lust. Argon looks at Jason's hand more keenly now, and trusted back into it before it had the chance to leave his cock. Argon loved the way it felt. He loved the feel of his spines getting pulled forward, and then flattened again. It sent waves of shuddering pleasure through him.

Jason, though, was startled by the sudden outburst from Argon's body as the Panther humped into his hand. Jason started to loosen his grip, when Argon's clawed paw gripped his hand and squeezed it closed again. Jason couldn't move. He wasn't sure why, but he felt scared, aroused, and excited all at once and couldn't decide what to do in this situation.

It was all happening so quickly. One moment Jason was inspecting the shy Argon's throbbing member, and the next, said panther was thrusting into his hand and wouldn't let Jason remove his appendage. Jason tried to speak to Argon to see what was going on with his behavior.

"Argon! Argon, what are you doing? Let go of my hand Argon. Please?"

Argon stopped humping into Jason's now pre-covered hand, and glared at him with a look Jason had never seen before. Argon's eyes were bright yellow with very narrow slits for pupils. He seemed to be looking into Jason's soul right then, and Jason was powerless to do anything when Argon spoke.

"Why stop?" Argon said with a strange gruffness to his voice. "I thought you wanted this? Your body does. I can smell the need and want on you like smoke from a fire. You just are scared to do anything willingly. But don't worry. I'll help both of us out there..."

"Jason backed away a little before bumping into the rock. It was true, what Argon had said. Jason did want it. He has thought about it for a while now with images he'd gotten off of the internet. But he was scared of Argon's sudden change that he wasn't too eager to do what he once was with the thing he loved.

Argon reached out and firmly grabbed Jason's Jaw, forcing his mouth to open. Jason had mixed feeling about this. He wasn't keen on being handled so roughly, but at the same time, the thought of what was coming made his pants throb even more.

Argon grabbed his cock with his free hand, and aligned with Jason's mouth before pushing in. He felt the warm, moist mouth surround his cock, and faintly wondered why he had never done this before.

Jason was watching with crossed eyes as Argon thrust forward into his mouth. The penis was a bit larger than he had previously estimated, and felt rather wet and slick on his tongue. Most likely from the pre...Jason thought. The grip on his jaw slackened a bit as Argon began to pull back out. But Jason knew what that meant.

The spines didn't hurt much on his hand because of his toughened skin. But in his mouth, He could feel them scratching every surface of his mouth as Argon pulled out roughly. They scored tiny groves in Jason's pallet, and he winced from the pinpricks of pain and confusion. Why would Argon hurt him so?

Argon slowly got into a steady rhythm after the first thrust, his need for release getting stronger. He could feel the pent-up seed inside of him, begging to be set free. The last time he had came was almost a year ago when Eiffel had shown him how to paw off. He got a clip in his ear for the lewd action though, and hadn't since.

But with the energy he felt, and the need for release driving him, Argon thrust harder and harder into Jason's mouth. Argon was enjoying the feeling of mouth around his cock, but ignored the muffled whines from Jason as he strengthened his grip on his chin again.

Argon's guttural moans echoed through the forest as Jason's mouth was being abused. In and out. In and out. Argon's paw had gradually moved from Jason's jaw to the back of his head, where his fingers were interlaced, pushing Jason's head forward with each thrust. This new depth to the motion gagged Jason every thrust in, and scratched his throat every thrust out.

Jason's eye welled up, as well after the conflicting emotions in his head. Was this okay? Why was Argon being so rough? How exactly did this start again? Was he enjoying it?

Argon, in retrospect, was only thinking of how warm and wet Jason's mouth was, and what else he could do after he was done with this.

Jason, still in shock, didn't notice Argon tensing up more and more with each thrust. He passed the intensifying strength behind each one as Argon getting wilder as he got on with it. But Argon could feel how close he was. He could feel his groin tensing and holding back until the peak of pleasure.

Claws extended and gripped the back of Jason's skull as Argon yowled in ecstasy. Jason's eye welled up at the pain, and as a reflex as Argon shoved in all the way into Jason's mouth and down his throat slightly. Argon shut his eyes tightly as his groin convulsed, pushing his pent-up seed into and down Jason's gullet.

Jason's eye widened as he felt the hot shots of semen hitting his throat and slowly sliding down to his belly. Argon thrusted weakly with each convulsion as well, and Jason hadn't noticed before, but he could feel himself convulsing and shooting hot seed as well.

By the time both of them were done coming, they collapsed in a state of euphoria. Argon mostly, but Jason was just pretty much in shock. Blood dripping from his scratched scalp, cum from his mouth and crotch, Jason sat up and looked around.

Argon was totally naked on his side, breathing heavily. His semi-hard cock was dripping in white fluids, and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth. Jason, himself, never remembered getting undressed. But he didn't remember how this all came to be, so he just let it go and lay back down.

Tired from being abused sexually by the one he loved, Jason's eye grew heavy as a furry arm draped across his chest and hugged him close. Then, everything faded away into the darkness of slumber...

Hey guys! Sorry it took so long! I'll write a journal about all that's been going on in my life lately and maybe you'll understand why it's all been put off over and over and over again. On top of that, this scene was the hardest I've ever done. I had to change Argon to somehow become dominant, while overcoming the awkwardness of pre-sex scenes. I know I failed at the sex scene, but gimme a break. It's my first realistic...er one, okay? ? Thanks for reading. Give me feedback/comments/questions in the space provided below for such things. Don't forget to comment/rate/save (and if you wanna) cum ^^

~Millennius