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Alright, here is the next chapter. I typed it all over the course of today. So there may be a few errors in there. 6134 total words, I'm getting better at this writing every day thing. Hope you enjoy it

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I was in the living, laying spread out across the couch. It was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons. The first week of school was over, one tiny milestone on the long road to semester's end. Torban was at wrestling practice and Victor was out doing something or another. He never told me, just walked out the door as he said, "Goodbye."

Leaving just Eric, Aiden and myself in the house. I had planned on going for a run with Eric but he was taking forever. I already had my running clothes on. The black shirt and shorts were made of a synthetic fabric that wicked sweat away from the body. Leaving you feeling cool and dry while working out. Eric's were similar, only blue in color instead of black. I sighed and looked out the window. Green leaves still hung on the trees, but soon they would fall and snow would try and cover the ground.

"Hurry up Eric, we're going to miss the last good running days." I said to myself. We were about to start running the risk of Torban's workout high starting to dull if we didn't get going soon. I sat up and was about to go track him down when I finally heard steps coming down the stairs. I turned to look back, "Finally. Let's go run." Eric pulled open the door and motioned for me to step out first.

So I moved over to the door and took a few steps outside. The tiger closing the door behind him when he followed me out. "Ready?" he asked me as we walked to the sidewalk. "Been ready, what was the hold up?" He rolled his shoulders and we set off at a light jog to warm up. "Had a talk with Aiden. He kind of cornered me as I was about to come down." My ear perked and I glanced over at Eric. "That sounds brave of him, what did he want?"

"To talk to me about something you have been talking about here lately. He isn't gay, would you like to hear more?" Eric asked me with a grin. "If there's more then he isn't straight either." He nodded slowly, "Exactly. So in a way you were half right, but wrong. He is bi, with no preference one way or the other. He just wants someone he can love and who will love him."

I raised a brow, "Isn't that pansexual or some weird term like that." Eric shrugged, "People focus too much on words. Like being bi isn't good enough. Personally I only see three ways you can go about it. Gay, straight or bi. There are no other genders out there. Only two kinds of sex organs, so even hermaphrodites fit into those three categories."

We started to pick up the pace a little bit. "I don't get it either, like being bi curious has to have it's own sexual preference term. Why not just say you're straight, but curious? Is anyone out there really going to stone you to death for saying you're just curious? Oh no, you have to fit in our rigid classification system. So by that you have to come up with a term we can label you as. Fucking stupid but whatever."

Eric chuckled, "People are comfortable having names for things. That unknown factor freaks them out. It is unknown and therefore scary." I rolled my eyes, "No what's scary is that Phelps family with that 'God hates everyone' church. Those nut jobs will be the next cult to shoot up a school or something. They are too self righteous to drink blue kool-aid."

Eric sighed, "Yeah. They spread a lot of hate. Hard to believe their kind is tolerated at all. They attack everyone, from gays to members of various branches of the Armed Forces. They hate everyone, surprised they don't get more bricks through their windows." I shrugged, sweat starting to mat my fur. "We all know I would vandalize the place. You would hold a protest. Torban would just beat them until they saw reason."

"You're so juvenile, next you will be stealing cars and tagging up buildings." I smiled at him, "You love the bad guys. The sense of danger sends chills up your spine." He chuckled and flicked my tail with his. "So are we doing distance, or a speed run?" Eric asked. I gave his ass a pat, "Distance. I kind of like having the breath to talk. We can do speed next time." He smiled at me, "I like athletic guys."

"We have something in common then, because I'm totally into them as well." Eric chuckled, "Okay we need to stop. If we get too worked up we will have living room sex again." I flicked my tail into his, "So? Aiden and Victor can go at it while I pound your tight kitty ass." Eric raised a brow, "No. We can do that in the basement."

My ears perked, "The basement? It's cold down there, and nothing comfy to hump on." Eric shook his head, "I moved a mattress down there yesterday. Not cozy yet, but given time it will be a nice mating spot. Will muffle our noises a bit as well being that much further away." I growled playfully, "Great you want me to have sex in a dungeon. I'm not into that sort of thing."

"Oh? I thought Torban was your leather daddy." I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're just jealous because he humps my butt more than yours." He flicked his tail across my ass. "Well him not liking the middle much makes it hard for that." I looked over at him, "Think you should?" He looked back at me, "What? Be in the middle?"

"Yeah, it has been a while since he humped you. Guys link sex and relationships together. It's how we express our love and know we are loved in return. Something women will never figure out. Withhold sex, then wonder why your guy cheats on you. We need that connection, not just for release but as a gauge for how our relationship is doing."

"You do pay attention to the stuff I say," Eric said almost surprised. "It's true Eric, give your man some attention. I can bottom, or cum in your maw." Eric smacked my butt with his hand. "No dirty talk, endorphins are flowing." I chuckled, "Alright babe." We ran for almost an hour, covering ten kilometers. Five out and five back, along a route we mapped out last year.

We were both panting lightly when we walked into the house. I wanted Eric, but I held back. Following the tiger through the house to the basement door in the kitchen. He pulled it open and walked down. The light was already on, Torban must have known about the new sex room. Sure enough sprawled out on the mattress already fully naked was our lion. His thick lion cock throbbing between his legs.

I wasted no time stripping from my clothes. Kicking off my shoes, then off went the running shorts and way too tight jockstrap. Once my shirt was over my head I was on the mattress. Licking and kissing Torban's muscled chest. Eric was on his other side, giving him just as much attention. We both wrapped a hand around Torban's eight inch long cock. Stroking him slowly while we teased him. I licked his nipple while Eric nipped his neck.

Torban moaned softly, pre oozing from his tip and over my hand. Eric slid onto him, pulling back his hand to grind into the drooling lion cock behind him. I held it at the base and looked around for lube. Torban handed me the tube knowing what I was after. I popped open the lid and squirted the cool gel onto his cock. Using my hand to full coat it for Eric.

Eric pushed down onto Torban's shaft, moaning softly as he took every inch the lion had. I pawed myself slowly watching Eric take that large dick. Torban moaned softly and looked at me, spreading his legs behind Eric. I didn't need further invitation, moving between them. My dick already slicked up with lube from coating his. I pressed my tip to his hole and very slowly inched my way into the dominant male.

I moaned at the tight, warm passage around my sensitive cock. The endorphins making it all the more pleasurable for me. Eric slowly started to ride our lion. His efforts resulting in a clench around my puppy maker. I pushed in a little faster, my hips meeting with the lion's. I looked around Eric at our male, he had his eyes closed and was moaning steadily. I smiled and slowly pulled back.

Giving him a slow but firm thrust. My balls bumping into his ass. I pulled back again, matching my first thrust. I wasn't in a hurry, but Eric couldn't help but go hard and fast. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. My thrusting starting to quicken. My pre helping to slick Torban's passage. I rubbed his large balls, kneading them and tugging gently.

I started to pant, pressure building in my cock. My swelling knot bumped against Torban's hole with every thrust I gave him. "Tie me," he said between moans. I opened my eyes and leaned around Eric to look at him. "You sure," I asked my thrusting slowing a little. He nodded his head slowly, "Yeah just be gentle if you can." I watched Eric riding our lion, the endorphins making me feel light headed but I had to think for a second before doing what Torban said.

I pushed my swelling knot into Torban, stretching him wider than he has ever been stretched before. He tensed, but Eric just kept riding him. Giving him something pleasurable to enjoy while I pushed my knot into him. Giving him slow, firm thrusts while it finished swelling inside of him. I moaned loudly. Torban tensed and roared loudly, his balls pulled tight against his body. Cum pumping into Eric, he slammed down hard into our male. His own cum spraying onto Torban's chest.

Panting softly I kept thrusting, my orgasm nearing. Torban just laid there, barely making a sound while I worked myself to the edge. I moaned deeply, thick spurts of canine cum spurting into his tight ass. I bucked my hips, milking every last drop into him. Eric laid down on his broad chest, purring contently. I just stayed there on my knees, panting and thinking about what just happened.

Torban never wanted to be tied before. Not once in the almost two years we have been together has he even hinted at wanting this. I leaned forward, laying across Eric's back. Too late for him to back out now, he was stuck to me until my knot softened. Torban kissed Eric, they both purred happily sharing their tender moment.

He smiled at me, not seeming to be too uncomfortable. I smiled at Torban, "You okay?" He gave a slow nod, "Yeah. Hurt at first but I don't regret it. No second round though, don't want to be tied to you all day." I chuckled, "Well males are a little different than female dogs. I could pull out, but with how swollen I am that would hurt your hole."

"You know what that thing is for?" Torban asked. I flicked my ears, "Yeah. Don't you know what barbs are for?" He shook his head, that made two of us. At least the knot was meant to tie a male to his bitch to make sure his sperm fertilized eggs. Feline barbs never made sense to me. "Ribbed for your pleasure?" Eric asked not seeming to know either. We all chuckled softly, our endorphin highs fading away.

I looked around the mostly bare basement. Cement floor and walls, with exposed pipes and support joists above us. "Why are we down here again?" I asked. Torban looked around, "Well it has a bed and is a place to have sex. What's wrong with it?" Eric yawned softly, "He thinks it is too much like a dungeon."

"Yeah, look at this place." I said and then paused. "Look at this space, we never use it. Could get a treadmill and some weights. Put some lockers over there. Make it like a proper little gym. Gym sex is kinky, isn't it?" Torban laughed, "Gym sex is kinky. But we don't have the resources to do that." I shrugged, "Was just a thought. At least then this place wouldn't seem so desolate." Eric snuggled into Torban, "Your inner fag is showing. Now you want to do interior design."

"Well it is our house, why not?" I asked him. Eric shrugged, "Never really thought about it." I raised a brow, that was a first for him. "Well it would be nice, working out at the gym is such a hassle. Hard not to get hard with you two around me being all sexy. When the endorphins kick in and I get all light and happy. Almost impossible not to strip naked and have wild sex right there."

"We know, the ecstasy kicks in and you cant resist those primal urges. I manage to do so though," Eric said. Torban snorted, "The hell you do. You practically begged me to bend you over a bench and fuck you last time we were there together." Eric pulled his ears back, "Maybe I was a little demanding. But I resisted, and that counts for something."

"Story?" I asked them. Eric looked back at me. "This is turning into an ongoing thing with you isn't it?" Torban nuzzled his cheek, "I don't mind it. As long as it isn't such a downer, like the last one." I shook my head, "No I already talked about that, and what happened right after. Graduation?" Torban gave a nod, "Yes that was a happier time." My tail swayed behind me, "Alright here it goes."

Winter had come and gone like it always did. The school year kept on trucking along. I was doing better, with five crazy months behind me. I no longer had anxiety attacks when left alone and I felt normal around Torban again. Most of my phobias were behind me. I was still uncomfortable around new people and stayed close to my boyfriends when out in public.

My parents chocked my weird behavior up to 'he is a teenager' and ignored most of my odd quirks. The most noticeable was always wanting to be around Eric and Torban. They didn't know about the nightmares. All the nights I woke up in a panic, drenched in sweat. They were becoming less frequent now, and I never woke up screaming. Would have been hard to explain that one to them night after night.

I was happy that a sense of normalcy was returning to my life. I felt like less of a burden to my boyfriends. With everything they put up with and helped me through, I felt more connected with them than I had since meeting them. If they would weather this storm with me, they would stick with me forever. I laid back on my bed, just thinking about how much life had improved. A knock at the door jerked me from my thoughts.

"Come in," I said not wanting to get up. The knob turned and the door was pushed open. My dad walked in, "Kimber get your tail out of bed." I looked up at him confused and a strange smile spread across his face. In an instant he was on top of me, his lips against mine. My eyes widened and I felt his tongue slip into my maw.

I shot up straight, panting softly. It was pitch black in my room. My door was closed, and I was alone in my room. It was a dream, a strange and sexually suggestive dream. "Oh Gods, our tongues touched." I stuck out my tongue and ran my palm over it repeatedly. "Must get dad taste off of tongue." Once my tongue felt clean again I laid back down.

I managed to drift back to sleep. Dreaming normally, I was woken up by my alarm going off. The loud buzzing dragging me back into consciousness. I groaned and turned off my alarm. "No want...wake up." I looked over the the blue gown hanging from my closet door. Did they have to call it a gown? Sounded like they wanted everyone to be a girl for a day.

"You look like a robe, Gandalf for a day I will be." I said to myself. I chuckled, or I could find a pair of heels and a bad wig. That would show them, but I would look ugly as a chick. I sighed and resigned to just wear the cursed thing. Graduating class of two hundred, joy just what I wanted to sit through. Outside, hot sun, synthetic fiber gown robe and the Principal calling out names one by one Ferris Bueller like. Two hundred names, well two hundred and four but close enough.

I groaned remembering the speeches too. Gods it will be all day. I pulled the blanket over my head and growled softly. "Only doing this for my family," I muttered. The sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand made me lift the blanket to retrieve it. "Goodmorning puppy :)" The text was from Torban. "Good morning big kitty." I stretched and got out of bed to get dressed. My phone vibrated again. "Whatcha up 2?"

"Looking for clothes, you?" I grabbed a pair of denim shorts and slipped into them. Checking that my bits were safely inside and out of the way before zipping them up. Another vibrate, "Stay naked. I like you in that state." I chuckled, "I know you do. My parents, not so much though." I slide the phone into my pocket and grabbed a dark blue T-shirt. My phone buzzed again after I put my shirt on. "They have seen it before," he replied. I raised a brow, "You don't lounge around your place naked and your parents have seen yours."

I pulled open my bedroom door and walked downstairs. Going into the kitchen to scavenge for food. Mom was busy making breakfast though so I didn't have to do that. My dad sat at the table reading the paper like he does every weekend. I totally forgot it was Saturday, crazy dreams and forced drag queenery will do that to a guy. "Morning," mom said turning back to look at me. "Morning," I replied leaning against the counter.

"Excited for your big day?" she asked me. I shrugged, "I was more excited about the last day. They aren't handing out diplomas today anyway. Just the little case dealies for them. That way if we misbehave they can hold it ransom or some dumb thing." My mom looked at me, still mixing what smelled to be banana bread. "Well they don't want you kids flashing people." I rolled my eyes, "I doubt anyone is that stupid. Since that one guy got slapped with being a sex offender for doing that at his graduation, I doubt anyone would pull that again."

"Sex offender?" my dad asked looking up from his paper. "Yeah, flashed his bits to everyone at the ceremony and was charged with it. Had to file and everything, he killed himself rather than take the charges though." My dad went back to his paper, "Huh." I gave a nod, "Yeap." My mom had this look that said, "Gracious me." I shrugged, "Cant do anything these days without it being a sex crime. Besides, most people think sex offenders are pedos anyway. Not saying he did the right thing, but they really didn't leave him much choice for it."

"That's awful, his poor parents. All because he made a stupid decision like that." I nodded my head slowly, "Yeap. They don't cut anyone slack anymore. If they pop me for changing in the locker room I'm fleeing the country." I said. Only a matter of time before taking off your shirt is punishable by having to register as a level two sex offender. I pulled my phone from my pocket and read Torban's text.

"From what I heard u were the nudist child." I chuckled and replied, "I couldn't help it. Clothes are too restricting." My mom looked at me, "What's so funny?" I looked back at her, "Just talking to Torban about our childhoods." My mom hugged me tightly, "My baby is growing up so fast." I hugged back, "I'm only 18." She nodded her head, "Yeah. That means you can vote, join the army and get married."

I chuckled, "Hopefully not in the same day." My dad laughed, "Amen son." I stretched and walked out of the kitchen. Plopping down across the couch. I pulled my phone from my pocket. "Xcited 4 2day?" Torban asked. I shrugged, "Not really. Just feels like another day to me. How about you?" My phone buzzed again. "LETS GO STREAKING!" James said. I raised a brow, "Or how about not."

"Just weird, being done wit school." Torban said. He had a point, after all these years, this was it. We had the Summer and then we were off to WSU. Having just got our enrollment notifications last week. We were all set to start the Fall semester. Eric was looking for a house for us, no way the dorms would suit us. He found a few that seemed promising but wasn't sure yet. "You're telling me, we will be out on our own soon."

"Hey, what are you up to?" James asked. I responded with, "Nothing, laying on the couch. You?" My phone vibrated again right after that, "GSA meeting in one hour." Now I had to dine and dash to make the meeting, plus get back in time to get ready for the ceremony. "Will we have time?" I asked. James texting back with, "GSA meeting, you going?" Followed by a text from Torban, "On the way over."

"Yeah I will be there, see you soon wolfy." I sent James. Selecting Eric and replying with, "Why the last minute meeting?" He texted back a minute later, "Will explain soon." I shook my head and put my phone back into my pocket. I stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Last minute GSA meeting, not sure why but I will be back in time to change and go." I told my parents. "Okay sweetie, have fun."

I started to pull bread from the cabinet to make a sandwich. "Here, let me make that for you Graduation Boy." She took over and quickly made me a roast beef sandwich. Placing it on a napkin for me so I could eat on the go. "Thanks mom," I said taking it before leaving the kitchen. I stepped outside to wait out front for my boyfriends.

I was almost finished with my sandwich when they rolled up. I walked up to the sedan and pulled open the passenger's door. Eric scooted into the middle, a place he had only recently started taking. I put on my seat belt and then we were off. "What's the deal?" I asked Eric. He organized most of our meetings with Missis Phelps and Rob Zinns who is a very outspoken consular. "Rob called me and said something big was going on and that we all needed to be there."

"All of us?" I asked looking at him. "No, just the graduating members. So Sabina wont be there." Torban sighed, "Thank the Gods. She weirds me out." She wouldn't be so bad if she would relax a little. Being a feminist and lesbian definitely made it hard to be around her and she was always so militant about both. "Cool, wont have to see her again ever." Torban said.

We pulled into a spot right up by the front of the building. Rob and Missis Phelps stood by the front doors of the building waiting for us. We walked over to the badger and hyena. She seemed cheerier than usual. "Good news, but we will wait on everyone else to get here before I tell you." Rob just smiled at us, so we stood there in silence as one by one the others showed up. James and Rem were the next to arrive. Followed by Zach, then Mark. Fey and Barb were the last to get there.

Missis Phelps just smiled and motioned for us to enter the building. Rob leading the way to her classroom. "Sit down everyone, we have some big news." Rob told us as we filed into the room. Zach sat in the back, mark taking a seat next to him. The girls took a seat in the other back corner. Rem and James sat up front and center. With the three of us sitting up front and to the left.

Zach's sister walked into the room carrying a box. She placed it on the desk Missis Phelps used. Smiling at us, excited about something. "This wont take long, the rest of them should be here in a minute," she said to us. "Dude, what's going on?" Mark asked. I turned to look back at him and Zach. "I don't know, better not be something stupid." I snorted, even if it was stupid he would still do it for his little sister.

We didn't have to wait much longer, another line of people started to file into the classroom. Most of them were the straight members of the GSA graduating class. The rest I have just seen around school throughout the years. Once everyone was seated, best they could. A few people had to stand along the sides of the room since there were no longer chairs available. Missis Phelps finally decided to let us in on the surprise.

"You're all graduating today, a big step forward for all of you. Everyone in this class supports what we have done over the year and the people in this room. With the approval of the school board, very generous of them to do so with a little persuading, we have a box full of pride sashes for you all to wear at the Ceremony today." Some of the guys seemed nervous about doing that. The straight ones anyway.

I rolled my eyes, "Geez guys it's not like you're wearing a sign that says 'Insert dick here.' It's just a rainbow sash, and you call us pussies and such." Missis Phelps gave me a look and I lowered my ears, "Sorry about the language." She pointed a finger at me, "Watch the language because you're up for something above and beyond just a sash."

My ears perked and everyone looked at me. "You will make a small speech about what we have done this year." My heart started to beat faster and I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack right there. "What? Why me? Eric put more work into this then I did." I said. Rob shook his head, "Initially he did. But you have pushed for equality all year long. You made an impression here at this school. You up to it?"

I sighed and thought about it. "If they will just wear the sash and not complain, then I will stand before everyone and be the martyr." Rob chuckled, "That's the spirit. Now everyone come get your sashes and I will see you all the Ceremony." With that he left the room. A line formed and Sara handed out sashes to everyone. Until only Eric, Torban, Zach, Mark and myself remained. I stood up and took one. Waving goodbye to Missis Phelps on the way out the door.

"You going to be alright doing this?" Torban asked me. I looked at him and Eric, "Yeah. You two will be there. Just so weird, never heard of a GSA doing speeches at these sort of things." Eric shrugged, "They probably want to launch you into a political career." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah that's what I want to do. Lie to people and cheat the system." Torban pulled me against him. "Always so cheerful aren't you?"

"Sorry, just this day just gets weirder and weirder. I have a speech to write, can you take me home? I only have a couple hours to do this thing." Torban kissed my cheek, "Sure thing Mister President." Eric chuckled and pulled open the car door, sliding inside. I followed after him and closed the door. "What do I say?" I asked while Torban climbed into the car. "Well, take whatever Sabina would say, and do the opposite." Torban said.

I raised a brow, "That could just about work." Eric smiled at me and kissed my cheek. "Sure could, relax you will do good." The trip home didn't take long. I sat up in my room, staring up at my ceiling once more. "I'm so screwed," I said to myself. Less than half an hour until I had to be there and I had nothing. "Okay, I can do this. Short and to the point, that's what the people want. They show up and die of boredom. So I just go up there, say a few words and call it good."

I grabbed my cap, gown and the sash. Carrying it all downstairs. Aiden and my parents were waiting in the living room for me. "How is the speech?" my mom asked. I shook my head, "Don't ask." My dad shrugged, "Keep it short and everyone will praise you." Mom looked at him, "That's mean. Those speeches were written to express thoughts and feelings. Even if some tend to be long winded." I smiled, "It will be short. Hate how they drag these things on."

Less than twenty minutes later I stood in the auditorium surrounded by members of our graduating class. Well, within a bubble of rainbow sashes. Almost forty people were wearing them, decent number considering our class was only two hundred and some odd people in size. Almost a quarter were showing support for something they believed in. Teachers walked around trying to get us organized alphabetically while maintaining order.

More than once Missis Phelps had to remind a graduate that they were to behave and be respectful regardless of personal views or risk not walking. "This is your last day here dealing with our policies, behave or else." Just like that we went from a supportive bubble to little dots flecked randomly around the sea of blue robes. Once everything was orderly the first line started to file out towards the stadium where the Ceremony was taking place. I took a breath and followed behind the girl in front of me.

The stadium was packed, people were standing on the steps because there were no more places to sit. Graduation music played from the loud speakers as we were lead to our seats to endure who knows how many speeches. Once everyone was standing in front of their seat we stood through the national anthem. When that concluded we were finally allowed to sit down. The principal started his speech.

I was already bored and sweaty and it had been less than five minutes. Then the superintendent made his speech, going on about how he enjoyed his time spent getting to know each and every one of us. I rolled my eyes, such BS and everyone knew it. Then there was a performance by the school band. It was starting to get on the borderline of cruel and unusual punishment. When the band quit playing their melody the school choir started to sing. I pulled my ears back.

Gods it was horrible, off tune, shrill and screechy. Cruel and unusual punishment was better than this. This wasn't close to humane. The Valedictorian and runner up each gave their speeches. I sighed, wishing I had a watch to stare at. We had to be nearing the one hour mark on this thing. Finally Missis Phelps walked up to the podium, wearing the same black gown all the teachers had on.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Eugenia Phelps. I have taught at this school for going on fifty years. Not once in all those years have I met a group of stand up young men as I have this year. As some of you may know I mentor the Gay, Straight Alliance at this school along with Robert Zinns. A group that was started just this year, back in September." I could tell some people in the bleachers were getting agitated by what she was saying but she just ignored them and went on.

"For too long I have witnessed the abuses students commit upon one another. I'm happy to say that over the course of this year, the level of understanding and compassion at this school has risen considerably. I asked one of these young men to come and say a few words to you today, so here he is. Mister Kimber Keller." She clapped her hands and a few people up in the bleachers did the same. Along with more than half of our graduating class.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the metal stage that was erected just for this event. Climbing up the steps slowly before coming to a stop at the podium. My heart was beating in my chest so hard. I took a deep breath and just let my dice lay where they fall. "Hello everyone, over the years I have had to overcome a burden. One that most of you never faced in your own lives. As a gay male I hid in fear, because I felt that at any moment the world would attack me for who I was."

"I felt a loneliness that a lot of you have never known. Straight people are everywhere. While gays, like me, are hard to find. We all hide in fear of what you will say and do to us. Would you choose to be gay with the way people like you treat people like me? Of course not, being gay isn't a choice. But what happened to me in the locker room at the beginning of the school year. That, was a choice. One that a fellow student made, to teach me a lesson, to show me that my kind wouldn't be tolerated. My only crime was looking over at my boyfriend. That's all I did, I got beat up for looking at someone."

"The goal of our group is to spread awareness and to build bridges so we can all live as one. So that someone looking at the person they love wont be an offense punishable by a beating. So that simply being different wont be met with cruel words or harsh uncaring and heartless attacks. I stand before you here to say the line has been drawn. No more will such acts of hostility be tolerated. Not just against us, but against anyone for who or what they are."

"Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen, Gods bless." I said stepping away from the podium to walk back to my seat. When I finished my speech there was more applause than when I was called up to give it. I walked back to my metal folding chair and sat back down. Feeling better about everything. I was happier than ever before.

I pulled my soft knot from Torban and snuggled up next to him and Eric on the mattress. "How the hell did you remember all that?" Eric asked me. I shrugged, "Hard to forget a good speech." Torban nuzzled my cheek, "I thought you spent hours working on that." I shook my head, "Nope. That was all in the moment." I kissed Eric and then Torban. Relaxing into them.

"You're amazing puppy," Torban said. I snorted, "Not really. I just said what any gay person would say. Only difference is I got the opportunity. You would have said the same thing if you spoke from the heart. About how your boyfriend's only crime was looking at you in the locker room. How that kind of hostile behavior cant be tolerated any longer."

Eric chuckled, "He probably would have said we have the best sex and ended the speech with only that." Torban spanked Eric's ass firmly, "You know it. Straight people are always jealous of how much better sex is for us." I rested my head against Torban's shoulder. "Maybe, but since we're all gay we will never know who has it better. The same can be said for them. Leave it to the bi guys to cast the deciding votes."

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All caught up with that first year of school. There is still some time in there I can play with between where it ended at that first year of college though. How was it? Please vote, watch if you want to see more from me, comment below if you have a friendly word or comment give. And as always thanks for reading ^_^