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Buzz awoke the next morning from a wonderful dream. He had reunited with an old flame and they had fallen in love again, and gone to a hotel to rekindle the flames of passion. He rolled over and saw Jake sitting on the side of the bed, staring at him, smiling.

"Good morning, sunshine." He smiled wider when he saw the tent that Buzz's morning wood was pitching. "I see you had pleasant dreams?"

"Only the best after a night with you, Jake." Jake pulled back the covers and enclosed Buzz's hot cock in his warm muzzle. Buzz groaned and threw his head back on the pillow, tossing it back and forth in ecstasy. Jake pulled his mouth away and began swirling his long, rough tongue around the tip of his cock. Buzz pushed Jake back with his legs. Jake merfed loudly and fell backwards. Buzz jumped on him and engulfed his cock, presenting his own to his mouth. Jake gladly accepted the gift, taking his entire length in. They both did their best to please each other, knowing that this could very well be the last time they could ever share each other like this. Jake came first, spurting his hot, milky seed into Buzz's muzzle with a grunt. He moaned around Buzz's cock, and was shocked as Buzz gave a sudden hump and started to shoot his own load into Jake's throat. They finished up and accompanied each other to the bathroom to shower and brush their teeth.

"I guess this is goodbye," Jake said tearfully as Buzz opened the door.

"Not goodbye, Jake. Never goodbye. Just...call it a 'see you later.' I'll never forget you, Jake. Not ever. I love you, and the times we shared will live on as long as we do." They were both in tears at this point, and they embraced for a long time. Their hearts ached as Buzz left the hotel to catch the bus to the ranch. Jake waved to him as he left, tears streaming down his face.

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Buzz made it to the bus early, and was able to get his favorite spot: one of the isolated ones in the back. He took out his mp3 player and turned on one of his favorite songs. He buried his face in his hood and cried silently until someone approached him. He looked up and was hard-pressed to keep his jaw from dropping. He was beautiful; a slim, lean leopard wearing a tight tank top that showed off his abs, and a tight pair of jeans that accentuated his bulge nicely. His green eyes were piercing, and his short brown hair had a nice sheen to it.

"Hey," he said in a soothing bass voice, "is it ok if I sit here with you?"

All Buzz could do was nod. The leopard sat down next to him and extended his hand.

"I'm Christian. What's your name?"

Buzz cleared his throat and shook Christian's hand. "Rupert. But uhh, call me Buzz."

"Buzz? How'd you come by that name?"

"I....I just like it better than Rupert. Rupert was my grandfather's name though, so you know, tradition..."

"Yeah, parents can be weird like that sometimes. I'm glad mine got me with a good name."

"Yeah, it fits you well."

"What's that mean," he asked, grinning slightly.

"Well, you know," Buzz said, clearing his throat nervously, "Sometimes people just fit well with their names."

"Yeah, I guess that's true. So, you're headed to the ranch too, huh? How'd you get forced into this?"

"I won some office lottery thing. My boss insisted. It's a paid vacation, too, so I figured I might as well."

"Yeah, that's a good point. My parents insisted that I go. They want me to find myself a nice girl."

Buzz looked down. He had forgotten that this was a STRAIGHT dating ranch. He doubted that he would find any guys that shared his appetites this week.

"Yeah...probably why my boss sent me here, too. I wish he'd lay off me sometimes, but I guess I do get kinda involved in my work. I just wish I could finish my book." Buzz smiled. The two had really hit it off. They talked a lot on the bus, mostly about their jobs. Christian was a very successful editor at a publishing company, and he was taking a vested interested in Buzz's book.

"That sound great, Buzz! And you said this is mostly drawn off of your own life?"

"Yeah, most of it. Especially the part where the two split up. That's..." His eyes began to tear up. He sniffled and wiped his face on his arm. Christian, looking worried, put his arm around his shoulders. Buzz looked at him, his eyes still wet.

"Sh-sh-sh-shh. It's alright, Buzz. No reason to cry. The past has passed, and all we have to look to now is the future." Buzz nodded, and Christian removed his arm. As he settled his hand on his leg, Buzz reached for it. Christian looked at him as he grasped it, but did not pull it away. The spent the remainder of the ride holding hands and making small talk of what was coming in the next two weeks.

---DAY ONE---

The bus arrived at the ranch at around four in the afternoon. Christian and Buzz were both tired, and decided to forego the introductory tour -it was mostly for the women anyway- and headed for their respective rooms. Both of them were getting a lot of looks from the single women at the ranch, and Christian had to turn one of them, a very well-endowed leopardess, away rather rudely. Buzz glanced at him as they went their separate ways, but looked away quickly when Christian caught his eye.

The tours lasted until about six PM, and there was a huge introductory greeting dinner set up. Buzz's stomach was growling, and he figured it'd be a bad idea to just sit in his room all night. He grabbed his jacket, as it was a bit chilly, and his notebook containing his book drafts. He always wrote better outside, and he could definitely use a beer or two. When he got there, the party was already in full swing, and he could see Christian surrounded by five girls. He was talking, smiling, drinking, and generally looked like he was having a good time. Buzz grabbed a beer and a hamburger, and sat down to eat and write. A few women drifted over to his table and tried to catch his attention. They feigned interest in what he was writing. He tried to be friendly, but big social gatherings just weren't his thing.

After a while the women all went away from him and left him to his solitary writing. He began to write, and he settled into one of his 'trances.' That's what he called them. He went into a state of deep concentration and could write for hours on end. But this one was interrupted a bit early. He noticed someone standing near him, and looked up to see Christian.

"Heya Buzz. Whatcha writing?" Buzz looked back down and started writing again, not answering him. Christian sat down next to him and looked over his shoulder.

"He saw him from afar, always surrounded by women, and he would never know how his heart longe-"

"Cut it out!" Buzz said angrily, "I hate it when people read over my shoulder." He closed his notebook and turned away from Christian, downing the rest of his beer in one go. He stood up and headed back to his cabin, not noticing once how worried Christian looked.