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Holier Than Thou - I Will Protect You - Part 5

By Komatose © 2009

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The first week of college arrived and departed with surprising ease. That is what was exactly on Blake's mind as he turned the key and stepped into the apartment, removing his shoes and tossing his book bag onto the sofa. He knew Wes was not home, as the big dog was still in class.

Cherryvale was so much more different than Juniper Valley, drastically different. One major reason was all of the other gay students that attended the school, there were groups, clubs, and all sorts of other organizations dedicated to just them. It was so nice to know that he was not singled out, like at home.

He padded the staircase and looked at the arrangement of pictures that Sandy and Mae had decorated the once-barren cream colored wall with. At the beginning of the staircase, there was a baby picture of Blake with one of Wes next to him. Blake told how cute Wes was as a puppy, and got the big dog to blush. As he ascended, there were pictures of family members, the two growing, especially Wes, who really went through a growth spurt in Jr. High.

Blake came to the top of the staircase and was met with the last two frames. One was a large picture of everyone gathered after graduation. Himself, Wes, Carla, Drew, Bill, and all of the other girls gathered around each other, clad in caps and gowns, diplomas in paws, smiles on faces. Blake could not help but smile himself when he saw it.

The picture next to that was a simple photograph of he and Wes, standing on the balcony of their apartment, Wes's thickly muscled arm around Blake's shoulders, holding him close as they both smiled wide, the campus off in the background.

Blake nodded at that photograph, it would be like that when they started, when college ended, and years after.

Nothing could tear them apart...

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As soon as Drew entered he door, he was welcomed by the strong scent of chocolate and a big, wet kiss from a certain bull that he lived with.

"Welcome home, studmuffin!"

Bill was wearing a purple apron and had two matching oven mitts hanging from his horns, making him look quite silly, in Drew's opinion.

"Hey Chef Kellogg! What smells so good?"

Bill giggled and put a hand to his chin, scratching it.

"Gee...what smells like chocolate...could it be a cake?"

Drew smiled and leaned in closer to the baker-bull, putting an arm around him and looking into his sky blue eyes.

"Well that sounds really good, I am glad you are such a first-class cook, you really are awesome, Billy."

Bill giggled and turned his head to the side.

"Aww! You make me feel so good!"

Drew leaned in and kissed the bull on the cheek.

"That's what you said last night."

Bill gasped and gave Drew a smack on his butt.

"Naughty hyena! I like that..."

Drew tossed his duffle bag onto a table and grabbed Bill by the hand.

"I know you do, but you are equally as naughty."

Bill made a goofy smile as he batted his lashes.

"Someone wants something tonight it seems..."

Drew lifted Bills hand to his muzzle and kissed it.

"Kinda...mmm...chocolate frosting!"

Bill pulled his hand away and let out a shrill giggle.

"Silly! How was the gym? You get a good workout?"

Drew gave him a quick nod, followed by a stretch of the neck, a low 'pop' sounding out and making Bill flinch.

"Pretty good! The university has a huge gym, and holy crap, there are some huge guys there! There is this one dog that makes someone like Wes look small!"

Bill gasped and put a hand to his mouth.

"You are joking? Wow! I didn't think they made them bigger than Wes..."

Drew nodded, his brown eyes open wide.

"Yeah! You should come some time, Billy, I need someone to spot me when I bench press."

Bill rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Drew, I suppose one visit can't hurt me too much."

Drew leaned in and kissed Bill on the snout.

"Good! Now I'm going to hop in the shower, I cant wait to try that cake!"

Bill smiled as he watched Drew climb the staircase, his eyes focusing onto his swishing tail and butt held tightly in his shorts.

"Mmm...what a fine butt...oh no! The cake!"

Bill threw his hands into the air and rushed into the kitchen, hoping his masterpiece was not ruined.

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Monday, August 28th. The weekend felt too short, compared to how it seemed to drag on during summer break. The weather really dampened the mood on the first day of the school as well, Cherryvale University was covered by dark rain clouds and getting quite soaked.

The classroom seemed so be much brighter to Malcolm, who noticed it when he first entered the nearly all-white room of Mrs. Toriello. Eventually, the rest of the students entered the room, Wes in his white tank top and blue striped over shirt, hugging his big arms quite tightly, making him look uncomfortable. Malcolm could not help but ask.

"Hey Wes, do you often tear shirts with those big arms of yours?"

Wes let out a hearty chuckle and have him a nod.

"Yup, too often. When I first get the shirt, it fits pretty well, but after a few washin's, it starts tuh shrink and lead tuh some embarrasin' rippin'."

Malcolm cupped his muzzle to hold in a light giggle.

"Oh no! You must spend a fortune in new clothes! Oh look, there's Nate...wait a second..."

The provocative Doberman entered the room, a frown on his muzzle as he shifted through the desks and sat down in front of Malcolm. He did not say a word.

Malcolm leaned to the side to try to see Nate's face, sure enough, his cheek had some discoloration on it, like it was bruising.

"Hey Nate...are you alright?"

Nate slowly turned his head, his eye meeting the Dalmatian's.

"Yeah...I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

Malcolm pursed his lips and shifted uneasily in his desk.

"Umm...well...your cheek looks bruised."

Nate hesitated as he turned around more.

"Oh! This! Uh, don't worry, cutie. I do a lot of boxing at them gym, and had a friendly spar with someone, took a hit to the face, shoulda been more careful."

Malcolm nodded, but Wes's brow furrowed.

"Yuh go to the gym too, Nate? Well shucks, yuh should spot me some time."

Nate let out a small grin, trying not to smile too wide to make his cheek ache.

"Sure, big dog, just holler for me, I usually hang around the boxing ring."

Wes returned the smile.

"Sure thing, partner."

Nate turned around as the flustered Border Collie rushed into the room, late again, she was. At least they bought his story...how long would he be able to keep hiding the truth...

The Doberman's classes were over for the day, with back pack held over his right shoulder and his head held down, so that the rain would not get in his eyes, he splashed through the puddles to the parking lot. He arrived at his wet bicycle and undid the chain, sticking it into a compartment on his backpack and then hopping on, the seat making an unsavory squish.

The trip home was not too long, but it was something he hated to do. He pulled into the driveway of the two story home and hopped off the bike, walking it into the garage and sighing to himself. There in the garage was a vehicle, a black Ford Escort, and three different weight benches with plenty of different weights strewn about, large black boom box sitting high upon a work bench on the back wall.

He reached the doorknob, sighed, and turned it, stepping inside modest, yet dirty, home, kicking off his soaking wet shoes and quickly trying to head to the stairwell. He was stopped by a deep voice, it make him bite his bottom lip and the fur on the back of his neck stand.

"Hey faggot."

He slowly turned his head, looking into the living room to see another Doberman, this one much bigger than himself, similar facial feathers and coat pattern, but just much more muscular and half a foot taller.

"What do you want, Phil..."

The larger Dobie growled.

"What the fuck are you all wet for? You are going to get the floor wet, you stupid fag."

Nate gritted his teeth.

"Maybe if someone would have let me borrowed the car..."

Phil let out a laugh, interrupting him.

"Fuck no! I don't care...get your ass upstairs. My girlfriend is coming over tonight, I don't want you to be seen."

Nate shook his head and quickly padded up the staircase and into his sparsely furnished bedroom. He took off his soaked tank top and tossed it into the hamper with a loud 'squish'.

"Dammit...I don't know how much more of this shit I can stand..."

The rain tapered off completely around five, leaving everything soaked and slowly drying in the sun's short time of staying in the sky. Malcolm was really excited about his last class for the day, happily striding over to the T building, not caring if his shoes got wet when he splashed about in the puddles that had collected on the sidewalks on campus.

Malcolm was so glad to have Microcomputer Hardware last on Mondays, the perfect class to end the day with. He turned the knob and pushed the door inwards, seeing the familiar faces he had seen the past few days.

The classroom was pretty large, two of the walls completely covered by counter-tops and cupboards, all covered in computer parts and other computer related accessories. It basically looked like a computer factory vomited into the classroom. There were eight large tables in the center, each one having five chairs and all facing to the teachers desk and dry-erase board. The room was well-lit, which it need to be when digging around the inside of a computer.

Malcolm shuffled to the back of the room and sat down at the same table he had been sitting in the past week. He took his textbook and other supplies out of his backpack and dropped it to the floor, shoving it under his chair as he waited for the teacher to arrive.

Something was different, however, there was someone else sitting at his table this week. Malcolm noticed him from the other days, but he was now at his table. He slowly looked at the fellow student, only moving his eyes and not his head as to not draw attention to himself for staring. He caught a good glimpse of the other fur, and something caught his eye, filling him with reassurance.

Sitting at the other end of the table was the Kodiak bear. He was very large, being a bear and all, must be at least seven feet tall. He looked a bit chunky, but not obese in any manner. The bear was wearing a baggie black hoodie, black jeans, and black camouflage colored skating shoes, black seemed to be his color of choice. Around his neck appeared to be a necklace, but it looked more like a collar of sorts. The thing that really caught Malcolm's attention was his earrings, six studs in his left ear, one for each color of the rainbow. This had to mean that he was also gay, what kind of heterosexual would do that?

The bear had a smile on his muzzle, short curly black head fur, and shaggy brown fur coating the uncovered parts of his body. Maybe Malcolm should properly introduce himself, most of the students had been staying to themselves the past week.

Just as he turned his head to look at the bear, the closet door attached to the side of the room bust open and out tumbled the teacher. Mrs. Riley was an otter, very lithe in body and short in height, but what she lacked in body she made up for in personality, in the short week she had known her new students, she had already proven herself to be quite fun and entertaining.

"Whoa! Hello everyone! How are you all doing?"

The room was silent. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, her shoulder length dirty blonde hair ruffling about.

"Come on! What kind of welcome was that? Don't give me the cold shoulder, now!"

Finally, most of the students replied to her, greeting in their own way.

"That's more like it! Now, lets start having some fun!"

She padded over to her desk and grabbed a clip board, taking the pen out from the top clip and clicking it once.

"Today, I will be assigning you into pairs of two so that you will all have a work partner! Since we have twenty-four bodies in this room, we will have twelve groups."

She started walking down the row of tables, looking over all of the students and nodding.

"I guess I should tell you this now, there will be a reward for the group that manages to solve my 'final test' at the end of the semester, what the reward is? Only I know! Top secret stuff!"

The students all look around at each other, some laughing, making excited faces, and pondering what the reward could be.

Malcolm smiled wide, he hoped his partner would be just as knowledgeable at computers as he was, they would win for sure!

Riley walked up and down the tables, writing on her clipboard and smiling wide. She came to her desk and started announcing the pairs of names, some students groaned, others smiled, but Malcolm just waited for his name to be called to find out who he would be working with.

"Alright...group ten...Malcolm Keeney and Tim Wallis..."

Malcolm looked around the room to see who Tim was, whoever he was, he was sure to be looking around for Malcolm.

Just then, the bear at his table got up and moved closer to Malcolm, bringing his book bag with him and pulling out the chair next to him. The Kodiak sure was big...Malcolm really did feel small with him looming over him.

The bear took the seat in the chair and looked into Malcolm's face and gave him a big, warm smile.

"Hey there, I'm Tim, I guess we are partners."

Malcolm could not believe this was Tim, the fur he was just about to introduce himself to turned out to be his lab partner! He smiled back at the big bear, his freckle-like spots wrinkling on his cheeks and his ears perking up.

"Pleased to meet you, Tim! Oh...how did you know I was Malcolm?"

Tim let out a small chuckle and scooted his chair closer into the table.

"Well, we all introduced ourselves on the first day, I remembered who you were."

Malcolm smiled and nodded, his ears bobbing up and down.

"Heh, I can't believe I did not pay that much attention...I am bad with names."

A wide grin came to Tim's maw, his sharp, white teeth poking out.

"That's alright, I am sure we will have a blast being partners."

Mrs. Riley slammed her clipboard on the desk to catch everyone's attention.

"Alright, all! Now that you all have your partner, you are now responsible for your buddy, you will need to update them on anything the missed if they don't show to class one day, got that?"

The class nodded, making Riley smile and grasp her paws together.

"Fantastic! Now, lets tear some old computers apart!"

The class went by quite nicely, taking computers apart and making an even bigger mess of the counter tops was quite amusing.

The class was ending, Malcolm was at the table and packing things into his backpack as Tim came over to him to get his own things.

"Well, time to go I guess, you really know your stuff about computers! I really like that."

Malcolm turned around quickly to see Tim looking at him with a smile on his big muzzle. Malcolm could not help but smile back, he could almost feel a blush coming on.

"T-thanks, Tim! I am really impressed with you as well, I am sure we will be able to win this competition Riley is setting up."

Tim nodded and put his paws into the pocket of his hoodie.

"Yep. Maybe...sometime we could hang out and have some fun, I have a whole bunch of older computers at my place to mess around with."

Malcolm's ears perked, his smile could not get any wider, stretching the spots on his face.

"That sounds like a lot of fun! Sure!"

Tim smiled back at him.

"Well, I need to be heading back home now, see you back on Wednesday, then!"

Malcolm nodded and hefted his bag to his shoulder.

"Yeah! I will see you then, Tim."

Tim nodded, turned, and headed off to the exit.

Malcolm fumbled for the key to his one-bedroom apartment and finally found it. The door was unlocked, pushed open, and entered through.

He flipped on the living room lamp, the apartment was immaculate, no a spot of dirt, dust, or garbage anywhere. He look his shoes off and set them in front of the door on a mat and padded into his bedroom, leaving his back pack on the floor by his desk. He threw himself onto the bed and stared up at the single light that hang from the ceiling.

"Wow...so many nice guys here...It's so difference compared to home..."

He closed his eyes and remembered, he remembered what home was...

He recalled the last time he saw his sister before she died in a car accident. He recalled his mother's face the day his dad asked for a divorce. He recalled the faces of the bullies who beat him up in school. Some things that were just to painful to lock away, the images would always remain.

He could hear the voices still...

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! I will be back around nine!"

She never came back.

"I don't want anything to do with...him, my faggot son!"

He never saw him again.

"Get him! Lets beat his ass! Stupid queer!"

He could hear them laughing.

Malcolm shook his head and opened his eyes. He should not be looking back...this is a time to start over...he should not be afraid anymore. There were so many nice guys...eventually he would want to go on his first date...his first kiss...things he was not able to do in the past but still hated for wanting to do them. Things would be different this time around.

Images of the new guys he met in the past week entered his mind...Nate...Tim...so many possibilities...who would be a good mate for him...

He shook his head again, it was too early to be thinking like that. If there was one thing he learned from his parents before their divorce, it was to take things slow, never jump into a relationship head first. He was told the story over and over by his mother, how long she and his father dated before they were married, and their first night consummating their marriage. Luckily for him, she did not get too far into details.

Still, this was different, their marriage ended because of him...his father left his mother because of him...why? Was it really that bad of a thing to have a gay son? He noticed his father change after his sisters tragic accident...he became...worrisome, easily angered, anxious...it was something that only his father would be able to explain.

He sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. The clock on the desk told him it was only a little past nine. What was there to do...he looked over to the large closet door that took up most of the wall in his small room. A shy smile came to his face as the insides of his ears turned red.

He knew what was in the closet...something he like to use...something that he was almost to shy to buy, he blushed the entire time he was in the store.

He could feel his sheath tingle, he could feel his pucker ache and yearn for it...it sure felt good...

He slowly stood up from his bed and padded over to the closet, a shy grin on his face he grasped the handle on the door. He pulled it back and looked at the top shelf, there was the box. It was a simple shoebox, nothing out of the ordinary, but what it held was definitely not shoes. He stood on his tip-toes and grasped the sides of the cardboard box, pulled it forward and down from the closet, turning and not shutting the door after himself.

He gently set the box onto the bed, he could hear its contents roll around as he anticipated what he was about to do. He stood back and started to disrobe, pulling his long sleeve shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor, his ears flopping and reached up to re-adjust his glasses. His paws slowly slid down the button of his pants, undoing them and pulling the zipper down, sliding the long pants down to his ankles and stepping out of them.

He looked down at his underpants, he was already making a tent inside of them, making him blush lightly from the sight of his own excitement. He placed a paw on his chest, and it slowly slid down his lithe body until it came to the tent in his green briefs, pressing against the top and then grasping himself from the outside. His paw started to rub and grope his member, making him let out an adorable gentle moan as he closed his eyes.

Both paws came to the sides of his waist and pulled the briefs down, letting his pink member pop out into the open, the open air felt nice and cool against it. He was a modest six inches in length and four inches around in girth, average all around, one could describe it as.

His nimble paw came to it and grasped it, giving it a gentle stroke as he huffed out a withheld breath of air. His other paw came around behind him, slowly sliding across his rump and coming to a rest on the pucker. He gave it a prod with his index paw-finger, gently massaging the tender tissue as he let out a low gasp followed by a moan.

He took his paws off of his body and sat down on the edge of his bed and slid his foot paws up and over the box so that he was now lying comfortably on his back. Malcolm reached over to the box and flipped the lid off, hearing it land on the floor with a light 'clack'.

Another shy grin came to his face as he reached into the box, his paw felt its contents, it was so life-like, unfortunately not real, but the texture was perfect. With a paw grasped firmly around it, he slowly pulled it from the box, watching it ascend as intently as one watches the sun rise on a clear morning.

In his paw was something he knew quite well, his favorite toy, a twelve inch long, six inch around, red, canine-style dildo, complete with knot at the end. He could feel his pink pucker ache for it when it came into view, his cheeks turning red again. He moved the dildo over closer to him and set it down on his abdomen, his thin form cradling the toy perfectly as he reached back into the box. Out of the box came the other tool he would need to get the job done, a plastic bottle of lubricant.

Wasting no time at all, he flipped open the top with his thumb and moved it to his other paw, squirting a dab onto his index and middle paw-fingers. He quickly moved his paw to his rump, lifting his legs into the air and arching his back. He bit his lip as he felt the cool gel touch his sensitive pucker, gently rubbing all around. He pressed hard onto his hole, both of the fingers sunk into the pucker with great ease, it was clear he had done this before.

A gentle moan followed by a whimper escaped from his muzzle as his fingers pressed deeper in, wiggling around to make sure enough lube was spread around. With his free paw, the bottle came up to the massive toy laying on top of him and, starting from the top, applied a generous helping of lubricant to it. The dildo had a clear, glistening coating to it now, making the dark red surface sparkle from the light overhead.

He nimbly closed the cap on the bottle with one paw and lazily tossed it back into the shoebox. The preparation was complete and the best part was about to begin...

He grasped the knot of the dildo with his free paw, the other paw still awaiting at his pucker to help guide it in. The heavy latex cock bent downwards a bit as it was lifted off of his abdomen, some lube dripping down onto his thin frame as his cheeks burned, watching the dildo move over his own cock and stop right in front of his pucker.

Slowly, he moved it in closer to his awaiting pucker, his tongue came out and rolled slowly over his lips as he felt the cool tip press against him, making him gasp calmly.

With one paw around the middle and the other at the flat base, it starter to enter the awaiting pucker, the head of the dildo easily spreading the surprisingly stretchy muscle wide open.

Malcolm let out a deep gasp as his tender hole was easily forced open by the girthy invader. Slowly, he pushed harder, the lubrication made it glide in with ease as inch by inch, the massive toy was buried inside of him. With a final push and a deep moan, the toy made it all the way inside of him, stopping at the latex knot.

He bit his lip as he slowly slid it out, his now free paw coming up to his lonely cock and grasping it tightly, using the lube that was already coating his palm to help slowly pump up and down. With a forceful shove, the dildo slid all of the way back in again, his pink pucker stretching nicely around it, his prostate taking the full hit of the blow and making his cock tingle with delight.

He began up the pleasure, moving the dildo at faster pace, entering and exiting his stretchy pink hole, making wet 'shlorp' sounds as he moaned with each push, his paw moving faster and faster on his cock, pre starting to dribble onto his paw.

Some images came into his mind...it was Nate...he wondered just how big that Doberman really was...What was concealed beneath those baggy clothes he wore...

This made him pump the dildo faster, moaning louder as his prostate was beat by the huge latex cock. He could feel his balls tingle with delight, sending wave after wave of pleasure up and down his body, from his ears to his toes, it felt so good, the only thing better would be the real thing.

He could feel his own knot forming as he firmly jacked himself off with one paw, his legs bending in the air and toes curling. He gritted his teeth and prepared for the last phase, knot insertion. With one large shove, the dildo was fully pushed inside of him, making him let out a yelp followed by a long moan as the toy was now stuck inside of him. He quickly grasped his knot and started to massage it, pressing down hard into it as he could only wiggle the dildo around, making his balls tingle each time it hit his prostate.

He could feel his balls tingle with delight, a shockwave of pleasure shot through his body as he shivered in pleasure, letting out loud series of moans and gasps. With a final stiff jerk, his cock began to erupt, spilling its hot contents as it throbbed madly in his paw. Rope after rope of thick seed splattered onto his abdomen, mixing with any lube that remained from the application onto the dildo.

He gave the dildo one last shove into his pucker before letting go, brining his paw to his chest to rub himself, ruffling his chest fur as he panted heavily on his bed, catching his breath and slowly relaxing from his orgasm.

He looked down at himself, his chest rising and lowering, his cock slowly shrinking back into its sheath, his abdomen covered in rich cum, the scent entering his nose and making him salivate. His heart started to return to a normal pace, as well as his breathing as he took his tongue back into his muzzle and let out a satisfied sigh.

With a bite of his lip and a low grunt, he placed his paws into the pits of his knees and pushed hard, feeling the now-warm canine dildo slowly slide out of his pucker. With a loud 'shlorp', the toy slid out of him and fell down onto the bed, glistening with lube. His rubber-band like tail hole did not stay stretched out for too long, it quickly came back to a normal tight pucker in no time, something he figured all puckers did after they were stretched as far as his was.

He let his legs plop down and laid on his bed for a few more minuets in his afterglow, thinking of how good that just felt, how good of an idea it was to get the toy, and if Nate really was huge as he implied...

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The first few weeks of school always seem to go by the fastest, new classes, new faces, new teachers, new everything.

Everyone felt like they were starting to settle in quite well, getting used to new routines, locations, and coping with the distances between old friends and family.

August turned in September in no time at all. The leaves on the trees began to fall down from their branches, a light chill was added to the breeze as people started to short pants and shirts in for longer ones and jackets.

Classes were going by well enough, Wes always needed help every now and then, but Blake was more than happy to offer it. Bill was having a blast with his Interior Design classes, using the duplex as his own studio to try new fashion tips he learned from his teachers and classmates. Drew still felt odd about Marcos...his cousin was still very...clingy, always making sure to visit daily, he never talked about how he and Sammy were doing, in face Drew noticed her coming over less and less. Something was not right...

Malcolm and Wes knew something was not right with Nate either, as time progressed, he seemed less energetic and happy. He always had a physical injury, be it a limp, a bruise, something simple, but noticeable. For having such an athletic frame and being a boxer, he sure seemed to get injured a lot. He always told them it was nothing, hiding the truth always.

Everyone noticed the phone calls from family coming in less and less, the parents were getting used to knowing their children were safe and not needing to call every hour to check up on them.

Minus the oddities with certain family members and friends, things sure were seeming to progress quite smoothly...

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Wednesday, September 18th, Addison's sidewalks were getting coated in a light carpet of dead leaves as they blew about, rustling around and getting caught in fences and anything else that hold them from the wind. Drew and Bill were finished with classes for the day and decided to check out the library house in a huge building in the center of campus. Bill needed to find some biographies on famous fashion designers, and Drew was merely along with him to keep him company. As they walked into the atrium on the first floor, they noticed a large gathering of students, thirty or so of them all standing around a table, most of them had some sort of flier in their hands.

Two girls came walking past them with the fliers in their hands, a stout, white feathered goose and an even shorter grey furred mouse. The goose put a feathered hand to her beak and giggled as Drew and Bill overheard their short conversation.

"Goodness! Can you believe he is Reverend Roberts's son!"

The mouse shook her head, her wide ears flopping about.

"No! He is so faithful...and handsome!"

The two passed and giggled as they made their way to the exit.

Drew knew exactly who they mean when they said Reverend Roberts. Reverend Trent Roberts was one of the most famous televangelists in the nation, known for his hard hitting sermons and devout preaching. Drew remembered how is father idolized Roberts...mostly because Roberts is just as big of a bigot as Pastor Lewis. Roberts received much scrutiny from non-believers, homosexuals, other religious leaders, scientists, and anything else that went against or was not completely devoted to the faith.

Drew cringed when he realized that his son was attending Addison University...why here of all places? Why not some private all-Christian university? An idea hit him...he was probably trying to spread the "faith" to a school of much less devotion.

"Bill..."

The bull turned, his blonde locks swishing as he look with confused eyes at his mate.

"Yeah? What's up, hun?"

Drew was not sure what to do, but then he noticed the group of students start to depart from the area they were gathered in, lots of "Thank You" and Goodbye" being exchanged as they dissipated to different doors of the atrium.

Left standing there...by himself...was none other than him...it had to have been his son...

Roberts's son, like him, was a Lion. He looked more like a businessman than a student...he was dressed in brown framed glasses, a dark, almost navy blue pinstripe business suit, complete with black tie, dress shoes, and belt. His overcoat was left open, showing his brown, button-lined vest, a large gold crucifix hanging from his neck. In his left paw was a black briefcase and his right was, naturally, the Bible.

Drew gasped as the lion turned in their direction, intending on exiting through the doors they entered. He wanted to grab Bill and turn away, getting away from him as soon as possible, but maybe he would just walk by.

Drew could hear each step the lion took, dress shoes clopping against the tiled floor as his spiky brown mane bobbed, his long tail swishing from side to side. He froze when the lion's eyes focused into his own, he could feel him staring right through to his soul, as if he were able to sense any signs of imperfection.

A small, sharply toothed grin came to his stout muzzle as he stepped closer to Drew and Bill, as if he was locked in for target and now going in for the kill.

Drew felt a chill go down his spine when the lion uttered his first words.

"God bless you, fellow students."

Bill looked with confused eyes as Drew remained frozen. The lion stopped feet in front of them.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Victor Roberts, son of Reverend Trent Roberts, I believe you have heard of him, since you have such a shocked look on your face."

Drew's paw turned into a balled fist as he tried to force some kind of a friendly greeting out.

"Nice to meet you, Victor, what brings you to Addison? On a youth mission?"

The lions lips curled into a smile as he shook his head, his spiked main swishing about, his tail letting off an irritated flick and coming to a rest.

"No, no. I am attending Addison. I feel as though I can help spread the word of God our Lord by attending a public university, since the Lord tells us to be a fisher of man..."

Drew squinted slightly as his suspicions turned out to be true. Best to play along with this son-of-a-bigot.

"My name is Drew Lewis, my father was a pastor, as well."

Victor's eyes widened as he gasped, inhaling deeply and grasping the golden cross around his neck.

"Lewis? Your father was Pastor Gregory Lewis, am I correct?"

Drew was puzzled has to how he knew that so quickly.

"Y-yes...how did you know?"

Victor reached out and placed a paw on Drew's shoulder, it felt very uncomfortable, he wanted to push it off.

"I know important things like this, the sudden death of a local pastor is not something to be overlooked. Drew, was it? I am so sorry, you must still be grieving your loss of your dear father, may his soul rest with the Father."

Drew wanted to just punch him in the gut, but then again, he didn't know a thing about the real story.

"I am doing just fine, it was his time, the Father called his son home."

Victor removed his paw as it came back to his cross, grasping it in his palm.

"I see. Are you here studying theology as I am? I certainly believe you are going to continue in your father's righteous footsteps as a pastor."

This was Drew's time to put him in his place.

"No. I am studying psychology, something I have always wanted to do but my father would have never let me."

Victors grin changed to a shallow frown, standing silent for a moment.

"Ah...I see. Well, since you are also a child of God, I would be very glad if you joined the club I am starting."

He reached into the half-opened briefcase and pulled out one of the fliers Drew had seen everyone else have with them, handing it over to him.

Drew reluctantly took it and glanced it over...

"The Christian Crusader Club...spreading faith through the halls of Addison University...meets every Tuesday and Thursday...and Sunday...music, snacks, worship, faith...All are welcome...God bless...blah blah..."

Drew looked back at the lion.

"Sounds great...are there any requirements?"

A puzzled look came to Victors face.

"What do you mean? All are welcome to join! We will worship the one Lord our God and savoir and praise His name on high!"

A sly smile came to Drew's stout muzzle.

"What about a Muslim, or a Jew? What about an Atheist, or a Wiccan, or a homosexual?"

Victor lowered his head, his eyes turning sharp and defensive.

"Why are you saying these things? This is just a club to spread the Lords word and help the lost sheep find their way home...people like the ones you mentioned can easily be cleansed of their sinful ways and have their soul purified by faith."

Drew really wanted to punch this bigot in the muzzle right now.

"So...are you saying that there is something wrong with those who are not blessed by faith?"

Victor's stare got stronger, his grasp around is cross tightened.

"Drew...you are sounding irrational. A Pastor's son as yourself should know that the only way into the Kingdom of Heaven and everlasting salvation is through faith."

A grin grew on Drew's muzzle.

"So, what if a homosexual has faith? Is he still welcome into Heaven?"

A sneer began to grow in Victor's maw as he was being tested.

"Absolutely not. The Bible states that it is not possible, that is a sin."

Drew closed his eyes and sighed.

"Should have known..."

He crumpled up the flier and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. He could have sworn Victor growled behind his breath.

"What are you doing...Don't you want to join the club and help purify the lost souls?"

Drew turned to Bill, who had been silent and confused the whole time. He grabbed him by the hand and pulled him closer, a big smile on his muzzle as Bill still had a confused look on his.

"No, I'd rather be lost with someone I love than be brainwashed by your aimless preaching."

With that, Drew pulled Bill into him, standing on his tip-toes to plant a kiss right on his snout, Bill letting out a quick gasp, but kissing him back, quite touched by what he just said.

Victor dropped his briefcase and took a step back, grasping the gold cross around his neck, his face full of a mix of fear, anger, and shock.

"You...SINNER!!!"

The lion's voice echoed through the walls of the barren atrium. Drew looked at him and smiled.

"Yeah, so what, go spread your bigotry somewhere else, you heretic."

Victory quickly bent down and retrieved his briefcase, standing back up to point a stern finger at the two.

"This...is...NOT...over...You just wait, you Godless faggot."

A calm smile came to Drew's face as his arm placed itself around Bill's waist.

"I have God, I'm just a faggot. I have more important things to do than listen to the son-of-a-bigot, goodbye."

With a growl and a sharp turn of the heel, Victor bounded out of the library, his face held in a sneer as his tail swished angrily, his spiked main ruffling about as he stepped into the open air of the outdoors and disappeared.

Bill turned to Drew, his confusion starting to melt away.

"That guy...he seems very hateful...who does he think he is?"

Drew leaned in and nuzzled Bill on the snout.

"Don't worry, he is just like my dad, a blind and deaf follower of God's word, not listening or seeing to those who are different."

Bill looked at the door, and back to Drew.

"So, I guess you could say he thinks he is holier than everyone else?"

Drew smiled and nodded.

"Yep, holier than thou art."

Bill grasped Drew by the paw and tugged on it.

"Come on, sexy, lets go get some books!"

Drew smiled and nodded and followed the bull into the huge library to look for some famous designers.

*******

Friday, September 20th, a cloudy day it was in Quincy, giving the day a gloomy appearance.

The outlook changed after Blake received a text message from Carla, inviting him and Wes to lunch on their shared break from classes. How could he say no?

One came around and the two were heading to the huge dining hall the University had. It was going to be their first time visiting it, Wes always like it when Blake cooked lunch, be it frozen pizza to something made from scratch.

Wes opened the door to the dining hall for Blake, a strong, enchanting smell came to their sensitive noses, making them even hungrier.

The did not get far before being welcomed by the caramel ball of fluff.

"BLAKE!! WES!!"

She screamed as she bounded toward them, arms wide open to receive a double-hug from the pair.

"Yay! I am so glad you came! Come on, I want you to meet my new friends!"

Blake and Wes smiled as she grabbed both of them by a paw, dragging them along.

"You made new friends, princess? We aren't good enough for you?"

Carla giggled as she dragged them into the huge open cafeteria.

"Of course you are! I just met these guys in my classes! They are awesome!"

Blake scoped over all the tables...and his focus came to one table in particular...without a doubt...that would be where they were heading...

Sure enough, Carla was pulling them to the table Blake had spotted, he turned to Wes quickly, he big dog had a confused look on his face.

Carla stopped in front of the table, four furs already seated down at it. She turned around and spread her arms open wide, a big smile on her face.

"Blake, Wes, I want you to meet my 'group'!"

Blake took a good look at everyone, they looked like...they were celebrating Halloween a month in advance, but then he remembered Carla, these people were so her type to hang out with...

Carla hopped over to the fur sitting closest to her, placing her paws on their shoulders and leaning in close.

"This is Buttercup!"

Buttercup? That was so not suiting for her...

Buttercup was a Rough Collie, only her face was exposed, her brown and white face and muzzle the only thing in view as the turned her head toward Blake and Wes.

She was dressed in a Gothic Lolita manner, as she was wearing a long, black, frilly dress that came to her knees, showing off her blood red platform high heels and black lace stockings that ended at her thighs. Her arms were covered by long, lacey gloves, going up to her shoulders and complete with frills around the wrists. She had on two large ribbons, one around her neck and looking as if it was choking her, and the other around her waist with the gigantic, neatly tied bow in back. On top of her head was a wide-brimmed black hat with another ribbon around it, this one crimson red. Her curly, caramel colored head fur stuck out in the back, twisting down to just past her shoulders.

Around the chair she was sitting in was her leather Nehru jacket, the word 'Buttercup' sewn into the back in big blood red lettering. Her additional accessories were her black parasol, which she often used in the sunlight, and her large black handbag that also served as a book bag for her. Lying in front of her was her favorite possession, her camcorder, her handbag being full of spare batteries and labeled memory cards.

Her thickly black eye-lined eyes, dark brown in color, met the two, no smile came to her muzzle as he greeted them.

"Charmed..."

She spoke in a very low, deep tone, gloomy sounding is best to describe it.

Carla instantly bounced over to the next fur, this one clearly was a male as she patted her paws on his shoulders.

"This is Garrett!"

From first glance, it was clear to see he had a Gothic British Gentleman look about him. Garrett was a White Tiger, he had piercing teal colored eyes that seemed very intimidating, yet beautiful. Over his right eye was a silver rimmed monocle, connected by a long silver chain that led into a led to a pocked in his black vest. At the top of his head was a pure black top hot with a black rose stuck in the ribbon that encircled it. Draped from his shoulders was a long, black, flowing trench coat that came down to his ankles. Clinging close to his body was the black vest, black dress pants, and a teal undershirt with a black bow tie around his neck. Covering his foot paws were a pair of black leather platform boots, large silver buckles coming around the tops. A silver pocket watch that rested snugly in his pant pocket and a twisting ebony cane that hang on the back of the chair he was seated in.

His claws were dyed black, he also had on black eyeliner to accentuate his piercing eyes. The tiger was not small by any means, he stood nearly six and a half feet tall and was pretty well built, his clothes fitting quite snugly against his frame. Most people expected someone that dresses like that to be thin and pale, Garrett was pale enough, but certainly not thin. Locks of silver head fur cascaded down from his hat, no one knew if it was natural or fake, he never told.

In front of the tiger was his onyx black laptop computer, it definitely did not match his dressing style, but it was not like he could drag around a ink pen and parchment around to communicate long distances. Next to the laptop was a more fitting item, a saucer and tea cup, filled with hot, steaming tea, possibly coffee since the dining hall probably did not sell tea, or house tea cups like his, it probably came with him to match the outfit.

A small smile crept over Garrett's face, making his whiskers twitch as his teal eyes sparkled.

"Salutations. Pleasure to meet you gentlemen."

Blake and Wes nodded in unison, letting Carla do all of the introductions because they were sure she would introduce them to her friends last.

Carla merrily skipped to the next fur at the table, another feline, this one female.

"This is Stephanie! But we all call her Steph."

Steph was not as gothic as the other two, but a bit more...colorful.

Steph was a Leopardess, easily noticeable by the distinctive spots that covered the exposed parts of her body. She definitely was showing the most fur of the table. She had bright green eyes, so bright it was if they would illuminate in the dark. She had a considerable amount of make-up on, crimson was her color as it covered her lips, nails, eyelids, and her hair, dyed the color and done up in one long braid and twisting around her neck in an almost noose-like fashion.

She wore a crimson tank top and a black leather jacket, the collar was covered in red feathers in a boa-like manner, the buttons and zippers all red. She had a large crimson belt around her waist and long, tight, black leather pants that ended in a pair of crimson stilettos on her foot paws. She had the most peircings out of everyone, seven in each ear, increasing in size from top to bottom, all red in color. Around her wrists were a large collection of simple plastic hoop bracelets, six on each arm as they clinked together noisily when she moved around.

Her tail flicked once and came to a rest as she placed her paw on the table, grasping her iPod Touch and giving the two a wide smile.

"Hey! Nice to meet you!"

She had quite the cheerful tone, almost like Carla, but deeper since she was taller and older than the Pomeranian.

Blake and Wes once again nodded to her and smiled. Carla sure knew how to make friends, it seemed that this group of furs was either shunned or feared.

Lastly, she bounded over to the tallest member of the group and reached up to place her paws on his shoulders.

"And this is Tim! He is so cute!"

Sure enough, it was the same Tim that Malcolm had been partnered with in his computer class. He seemed fitting for this group, being dressed in the same black clothes as he normally appeared in, he was the most laid-back of everyone. In front of him was, mimicking Garrett, his laptop computer. The only difference was that his had in large painted letters "SM_02" on the top half, the group probably understood its meaning.

He looked up from his computer and greeted Wes and Blake with a friendly smile.

"Hi!"

That was all he needed to say, it sounded very calming and inviting.

The table of friends was now properly introduced. Carla skipped over tot Blake and Wes and stood in front of them, her arms open wide she faced the table, her face glowing with a smile.

"These two are my best friends Blake and Wes! I have already told you all lots about them, but here they are in person! Yay!"

With that, she pulled out the seat at the table where her safety pin and skull iron-on covered handbag was sitting and sat down, looking at Blake and Wes.

"Well sit down you two! Come on!"

They did as they were told and took out two of the chairs and sat in them, Wes next to Carla and Blake next to Tim as they tried to settle in.

"Um, it is nice to meet all of you! Carla has been my friend since grade school, and a friend of her is a friend of mine."

Carla looked at him and smiled again, her legs kicking happily under her seat.

The table nodded back, all smiling except Buttercup, since she probably never smiled. Wes smiled nervously as he tried to find something to say.

"Yeah...how y'all doing?"

Instantly, Buttercup slammer her gloved paws on the table.

"That voice...is perfect...my God..."

Wes looked at her with a shocked expression and blinker his eyes once.

"Uh...thanks, lil lady."

Buttercup took a deep gasp and leaned her head back for a few seconds, her muzzle standing high in the air as she slowly lowered it back down.

"That was amazing...I must capture you..."

With that she took out her camcorder and pointed it in Wes's direction.

"Please....say something...give me a...greeting! Be charismatic! Show me a smile!"

She stuck the camera into her eye and pressed the button on top, not even giving the warning that she was recording. Wes figured he should play along with her. A wide grin came to his face as was about to give into her demands.

"Well, howdy, partner! Sure is some good weather were havin'."

She pressed the button on her camcorder and stopped recording, slowly lowering it to the table as her face was frozen, showing no emotion.

"God...that was beautiful...I am so using this...this is amazing...yes..."

She began to lightly stroke her camera, talking to it gently in a very soothing tone.

Wes could not help but get even more confused by her reaction. Steph tried to enlighten him as she spoke out.

"You'll have to forgive Buttercup, she sees life through that camera, capturing it and dissecting it to her discretion, making elaborate documentaries on how fragile or chaotic life is...yep, she is quite oddball.

Buttercup snapped her wrist and pointed it at Steph, her face remaining emotionless.

"Silence...or I shall make yet another eulogy for you to watch..."

The everyone at the table cringed, minus Blake and Wes, who never had a eulogy written for themselves yet.

The next to speak was Garrett, who spoke in a very calm, cool, deep tone.

"Wes, may I call you Wesley? I enjoy using full names. I must say that I am quite shocked by your size, Carla described you to me, but I am very pleased to see with my own eyes now."

Wes smirked and nodded.

"Thanks, partner. Must say, yur pretty big yurself."

Garrett chuckled and stroked his chin with his claws.

"Thank you, Wesley, through I appear to be quite the gentleman, I do enjoy pushing my body to its limit."

Garrett slowly reached to the table and picked his teacup up, and lifted it back, pinky out, and took a small sip.

Carla clapper her paws together to get everyone's attention.

"Blake! Don't worry, I told them all about how you and Wes are boyfriends, no need to worry about being uncomfortable."

Blake sighed and smiled.

"Well, thanks princess, I guess that is one less thing to worry about."

All of the sudden, Steph, Garrett, and Tim began to giggle, Buttercup of course did not change in emotion. Carla's mouth hang open as she looked at them all.

"What is so funny!"

Steph decided to explain.

"Princess? That is a new one! Never heard you called that before!"

Carla shook her head, her fluffy caramel head fur waving about.

"I like that name! I am a princess! And don't forget that!"

Buttercup reached out to her and touched her shoulder.

"You are...a tragic princess...a damned damsel...meant to wander life forever with no true prince to take you away on white stallion..."

Carla grabbed her paw.

"I know...you all remember the story of Stan..."

The all nodded, and Garrett spoke out.

"Yes, the one that almost took Wesley's life. That is very courageous of you, Wesley, willing to sacrifice your life for your love."

Wes nodded, looking down at Blake.

"An' I would do it again, too."

Blake moved his paw closer to Wes's, they touched and grasped each other in an embrace as a smile grew on their faces.

Buttercup had her camera out, no one even noticed her starting to record.

"Marvelous...devotion...its almost too good..."

Blake quickly scanned across the table.

"So...what are you all...you know...like?"

Steph chuckled as her paws shifted on the table, bracelets clicking about.

"I get you, I am very into boys, no curiosity here, just your normal girl."

It was now Garrett's turn to chuckle.

"You are far from normal, my dear. Sir Blake, I take interest in both sides, having had relations with males and females. As for preference, I have none, I like both quite equally."

Blake nodded.

"Are you seeing anyone right now?"

His paw reached over to Steph's and grasped it.

"This lovely debonair Leopardess right here...how I adore her..."

She giggled and turned away.

"Garrett, you are quite the charmer..."

Garrett smirked at her and returned his attention to Blake and Wes.

"Buttercup is non-sexual. We have no idea what she is... As for Tim, he is quite the homosexual."

Tim finally looked up from his laptop.

"Huh?"

Steph rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder, clearly unaffecting him.

"You are a total queer, right?"

Tim smiled and nodded his head.

"Oh, yep! I am."

Carla giggled.

"I swear! Tim never talks!"

Tim looked at Carla, shaking his head.

"Oh no! I talk! I am right now online...and there are some really nice guys on campus..."

Steph reached for his laptop and turned it toward her.

"Ooooh wow! Lookie at all those messenger windows! Who is...Brad Sandock...Leo Parson...Malcolm Keeney?"

Wes's eyes opened wide at the mentioning of Malcolm's name.

"Yuh know Malcolm, Tim?"

Tim looked at Wes, and gave him a single nod.

"Yep! He is in one of my computer classes, he is really smart!"

Wes smiled back at the big bear.

"Yeah, he's a good guy, met 'im in the book store, almost knocked 'im out when I bumped into 'im."

Tim giggled and typed into his computer, a few seconds later he looked back at Wes.

"He says hello."

Wes chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"Yup, sounds like him, you takin' a likin' tuh him?"

Tim paused and scratched his chin.

"Well...maybe...he seems kinda shy...but he is really cute."

Wes nodded at Tim.

"Maybe yuh should ask 'im out sometime."

Tim's cheeks turned a little red.

"I don't know about that...maybe..."

Steph put a paw on his shoulder.

"Poor Timmy, you see, Wes, he is also kinda shy, even though he is one sweet big huggable bear."

Tim turned toward her, a smile on his face.

"Steph, you really know how to make me blush...thanks a lot, now Buttercup has it recorded."

Buttercup sighed and lowered her camera.

"It was quite beautiful...but too cheery and happy...need to dissect that..."

The table sighed and shook their heads.

Carla stood from her chair.

"Lets get some lunch, I am hungry and today's special is pizza! Yummy!"

Wes smiled wide at the mentioning of pizza as they all slowly departed from the table, Tim staying behind until they got back, typing away on his computer.

*******

Sunday, September 22nd. Church bells rang on and off throughout the city of Addison as people dressed in their Sunday best attended services.

A gold colored SUV pulled up outside of the duplex of Drew and Bill, parking right behind Bill's minivan. The engine came to a halt and the doors all opened up as a bovine family exited the vehicle. It was none other than Mark and his two daughters.

Ashley threw her long hair back as she hoofed up to the sidewalk.

"So this is Bill's house? Looks pretty nice."

Mark chuckled as he re-adjusted his glasses.

"He told us not to visit until he was done with the inside, it is bound to look good!"

Heidi giggled as she followed behind the others.

"I bet it looks totally gay! You know how Billy is!"

Ashley looked back and scoffed.

"Well, DUH. Of course it will!"

Mark sighed as he scratched back of his neck.

"You two...he is taking interior design as a major...well...oh never mind."

The three came up onto the porch and looked at the two doors. Ashley tilter her head to the side.

"Uhh...which door is it?"

Heidi stepped over to the one on the left.

"Let's try this one!"

Before Mark could grab her to stop her, she pushed the doorbell.

"Heidi! That is not his! Bill's is the 1/2!"

Heidi looked over to the other door, pouting her lips.

"Oops..."

Jus then, the door that belonged to the doorbell that was rang opened up. Marcos pushed the screen door opened and blinked once at the bovine family.

"Uhh...can I help you?'

Mark pushed Heidi to the side and stepped in front of her.

"Oh so terribly sorry, sir! We are the family of Bill, he lives in the other side and we accidentally hit your doorbell."

Mark quickly glanced at Heidi, she just shrugged.

A small smile came to Marcos's muzzle.

"That's alright...yeah...he and Drew live in the other side"

Heidi put her hands behind her back and leaned, a stupid smile on her snout."

"Did you know they are gay, Mr. Cute Hyena?"

Ashley reached over and lightly bopped her in the back of the head, her short blonde hair ruffling as she grabbed the back of her head. Marcos's smile faded as he stared at her.

"Yeah, I know that, Drew is my cousin, after all."

Mark turned to Heidi, muttering something under his breath. He turned his attention to Marcos again.

"Sorry to bother you, thanks for your time."

Marcos nodded and closed the door, leaning against it and letting out a deep sight.

"What a stupid kid..."

Later that day, everyone was gathered in the kitchen as Bill was busy preparing lunch for everyone, taking the lasagna and breadsticks out of the oven.

Mark took in a deep breath, letting out a satisfying sigh as he turned to his son.

"Damn it, Billy, your cooking sure is missed..."

Heidi clapper her hands together and giggled.

"Yeah! Ashley and dad suck at cooking!"

Ashley rolled her eyes as she played with her hair, using a knife as a mirror. Mark looked at the two of them and sighed.

"Your mother and you are the only ones who had any real cooking talent..."

Bill giggled as he set the piping hot pasta dish in the center of the table.

"I just love to cook! What can I say? Drew really likes my cooking...so that makes me happy."

Drew smiled and nodded.

"You cook as good as, if not better, than my mom. And she was a pastor's wife most of her life! That's all she ever did!"

Mark turned to Drew and gave him a warm smile.

"Your mother raised a very good son, Drew, I can safely say I am glad you are living with mine."

Heidi giggled.

"Remember that tiger that Billy dated? The one that had his..."

Before she could continue, Mark had a wide hand over her snout.

"No...another...word...Yes, I remember him...sadly."

Ashley sighed again, still looking at her reflection, now touching up her eyebrows.

"He was an asshole...sure, he was a hot stud of a kitty cat, but an asshole!"

Bill bit his lip and looked around, setting the breadsticks onto the table as he took his seat next to Drew.

"Um...lets not talk about him...and enjoy a nice luncheon?"

Mark sighed and smacked himself on the forehead.

"I'm sorry, son, yes, let's."

After the dinner, many compliments around the table, making Bill blush and smile as he always did, Drew stood to collect the dirty dishes. Mark thanked Drew for taking his plates and decided to ask about the neighbors.

"So Drew, Marcos is your cousin? We accidentally met him when we arrived, I can definitely see some resemblance!"

Drew nodded to him and set the dished into the sink.

"Yeah, he is my aunt Michelle's son, he is one of five children on their side. Since we are almost the same age, we kinda grew up together, my dad always made sure that he attended Sunday school with me, his side of the family was not as religiously strict as mine, they went to church once a week and that was about it, starting to go less and less as more kids came along and they grew."

Mark nodded and pressed his glassed up on his snout.

"I see! You should have invited him for lunch! There are lots of leftovers."

Drew looked away from the table and shook his head to himself. Marcos was still acting so...clingy...

"I'll probably take some over to him, he is usually busy. He sings in a band, but they are kind of on a break for college. He also plays the guitar and write music, he is really talented."

Ashley smiled and snorted.

"He is pretty cute! I wouldn't mind going on a date with him...being sung to every night..."

Drew shook his head again.

"Well...umm...he has a girlfriend...but..."

She looked at him, her perking a thick brow.

"But what?"

Drew was not sure what to say...why has Sammy not been showing up as much lately...he sees her less and less...its like...what is going on with Marcos?

"Oh, nothing, I was thinking of something else..."

Ashley rolled her eyes and handed him her plate.

Bill sighed and stood up, coming over to Drew and kissing on the cheek.

"I need to use the bathroom, be right back!"

As Bill hoofed his way upstairs, Drew was left all along with the others in the kitchen.

Mark turned to Drew.

"So, Drew, how are things going between you two?"

Drew flicked his rounded ears and smiled at him.

"Just great, Bill is just...awesome! He cooks, he cleans, he decorates, I feel like I don't deserve someone as perfect him."

Mark chuckled and scratched his chin. Heidi just giggled.

"Billy is so not perfect! He is such a loser!

Mark grabbed a clean spoon and reached over to her, bopping her on the forehead with it.

"OWIE!"

He shook his head at her.

"You are so rude, Heidi, I cannot wait until your freshman year, I am going to give you so much homework!"

Her mouth gaped open as she gasped.

"But no! That's not fair!"

Ashley chuckled to herself, looking into her compact mirror and fixing her lipstick.

Drew could not help but smile. Bill's family sure was interesting, made him wonder what it would be like to grow up with siblings.

The day felt like it rushed by too quickly, the trip to the mall felt too short, even though Ashley left with about a dozen bags of things to herself. After the shopping trip and the nice dinner at a nice Japanese restaurant, The Geisha House, it was back home and time to depart again.

Mark slammed the rear hatch of the SUV, closing all of Ashley's newly obtained possessions in and coming over to join his daughters standing in front of Drew and Bill.

Heidi jumped at Bill and hugged him.

"Bye bye Bily! I love you!"

He hugged her and smiled.

"Bye bye! Thanks for coming, hun!"

She ran off to the car and took her seat inside. Ashley came up next and hugged, him giving him a kiss on the cheek. After that, she turned to Drew and gave him a hug as well.

"Mmm...you are a good hugger, Drew...I love big arms on a guy..."

She winked at him and he rolled his eyes. Bill grabbed his arm and stuck his tongue out at her.

"Back off sis, he is mine! Bye bye! Love you!"

She smiled and went to the SUV to join her sister.

Lastly was Mark, who gave his son a tight father-son hug, patting him on the back.

"Looks like things are going well for you, Bill. House is looking nice, got yourself a good guy, I don't need to worry anymore. My son really is growing up."

Bill turned his head away.

"Dad! You are going to make me cry!"

Mark chuckled and turned to Drew, giving the short hyena another tight father-like hug with more ample back-pats.

"Thanks for being a good boyfriend to my son, Drew. I must say you are the first one I can actually trust."

Drew felt a blush coming on, Mark really was proud of him, something his own father never would have said even when was alive.

"T-thanks...dad."

Mark gasped and looked down at him, a smile coming to his wide snout.

"Drew...you just made my day. Thank you."

Drew smiled and nodded, patting Mark on the back.

"You're welcome."

Mark stepped back a bit, he could feel a tear almost coming on.

"Time to head back home, Billy, thanks for the lunch, you two take care of each other now! I love you."

Bill nodded and put an arm around Drew, who put his around Bill's waist.

"Love you too, dad, bye bye!"

The SUV sped off into the distance, Drew and Bill waving to it as it disappeared.

Bill looked at Drew, a smile on his face.

"You called him dad...that was really sweet."

Drew looked back to Bill, a smile coming to his face as well.

"He's the closest thing I have to dad now, so why not?"

Bill pulled him in for a hug, holding him tightly as he rested his head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Drew."

Drew smiled and squeezed Bill tightly.

"I love you too, Billy."

As they walked into the house, they did not know that Marcos was watching from the second story window, looking down at them, a bitter frown on his face.

"Damn it...What am I doing...I need to tell him...but how..."

*******

The next week passed by quickly as October crept up ever so slightly, thoughts of constant leave raking, colder weathers, and pumpkin carving were becoming more common in people's minds.

Malcolm and Wes noticed Nate become more quiet in class, it seemed as though his once cheerful, flirtatious attitude was slowly waning. On Friday, he did not show up for class. Malcolm was worried about him, he had the feeling that something was wrong.

Nate had giving Malcolm his cell phone number, they texted and chatted every once and a while, mostly about class, but Nate always tried to flatter Malcolm with cute-talk, making his cheeks turn red over the phone. He noticed the flattery fading, maybe Nate had interests in someone else.

Malcolm said goodbye to Wes and took a seat on a bench outside of the Literary building, the cool breeze sending a chill down his spine as leaves rusted by, making him very glad he had his jacket on. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and looked for Nate's number he had saved on it, and hit the dial button.

There were a couple of rings, and thankfully, a voice appeared on the end.

"H-hello?"

Malcolm blinked, Nate sounded fine, but he had a shaky tone.

"Hey Nate, its Malcolm...you weren't in class today, are you alright?"

Nate paused as he looked up at the ceiling in his bedroom, trying to find something to say. He lied.

"No, I am not feeling too good, I kinda have a fever, headaches."

Malcolm blinked, readjusting himself so that his left leg came up and crossed the right.

"Oh no, you might have caught the flu or something...Anything I can do to help?"

Nate blinked as continued to stare at the ceiling. God...how he wanted Malcolm to come over...just to see him, not to try to get into him...just have some company for a change. Time to lie again...

"Sorry, cutie, I don't want you to come over, you might catch what I got and I would feel shitty for making you sick."

Malcolm nodded to himself on the phone.

"That makes sense, how can I take notes for you if we are both sick? Which I did , by the way, I hope you are feeling better on Monday to get them."

Nate smiled on the phone, Malcolm was so sweet...

"Thank, cutie, that's very nice of you. I think I will be better by then."

Malcolm's tail started to wag as he grinned as well.

"I hope so too! Oh! I finally decided to get my membership card of the university's gym, I really need to start working on my fitness again."

Malcolm sat up on the bed, his stubby tail wagging.

"You will be going too? That's cool! Maybe you can watch me punch the boxing bags sometime."

Malcolm let out a shy giggle.

"Watching is all I will do, I never really have been able to grow muscle, my body is just too small, I suppose, but I do like to keep in shape and remain flexible."

A devilish grin came to Malcolm's muzzle as he could feel his sheath tingle at the word.

"Flexible, huh? That's a good thing I like in a guy...He is going to need to be flexible."

Malcolm put a paw to his muzzle and giggled.

"Oh Nate! That is so wrong! Are you sure you are sick?"

Nate laid back down on his bed, a frown coming back to his muzzle. How could he tell him what really happened...maybe another time...

"Yeah, I took some medicine a while ago and it is kicking in, but I probably will be feeling real shitty later on..."

Malcolm frowned again.

"Sorry to hear that, Nate."

Nate felt like crap, he just could not lie to Malcolm anymore, he had to hang up.

"Well, I don't want to hold you up any more...I'll let you go now, I am sure I will be fine by Monday."

Malcolm nodded the phone again.

"Alright, take care, I hope you feel better soon, if you ever want to talk, just call me, alright? Goodbye, now."

Nate blinked and smiled lightly.

"Goodbye, cutie."

Nate pulled his phone away from his head and hit the end call button, terminating the phone call, leaving him all alone again.

He put the phone back on the nightstand and looked over to the mirror, frowning at what he saw. His left eye was swollen, very puffy and tender to the touch. It would have been black from the bruising, but his already black fur hid that well enough.

He remembered how it happened, came home after class yesterday, asked his brother if he could borrow the car. Phil rejected the offer, Nate made the mistake of arguing with him. Phil shoved him back, Nate made the second mistake to retaliate and punched him in the gut.

Bad move. Phil is like a solid wall of Doberman muscle, it barely effected him as he took his fist back and slammed it into Nate's eye, knocking him down and making it look the way it is now. He could not go to class with such a swollen eye...he did not want anyone asking what happend...

Why did his mom and dad force him to live with his brother...why could they not have given him his own place to live in like they did for Phil and his other brothers...why did he have to share...

Maybe the bad economy or something, the housing market was horrible, and Nate's parents, who were both realtors and owners of Meyer Home Sales Inc., a pretty big name in Addison. They owned lots of houses throughout the city, also offering lots of rental properties.

Phil was furious when his parents told him is little brother would be moving into the house they let him live in for free. They said that since he does not pay the rent, they can chose who he lives with. They thought he would be fine, he always did his best to make them proud, they were not sure why he was so against living with his little brother.

Phil did not want to disappoint them, so he reluctantly went with it. He had always been that way, wanting to impress his parents, show them how good of a son he was, make them proud. He excelled in sports, always did well with grades, plenty of scholarships, mom and dad were so proud of him. Just like his three older brothers, he made his parents so proud by being perfect, they always told him how much he loved him, how happy they were, rewarding him constantly.

Then there was Nate...

Nate never excelled at any sports, didn't do as well with grades, only got one scholarship acceptance. Mom and Dad were still proud of him, showing him the same love and appreciation they did for Phil, he worked so much harder than him, and was treated with the same respect and pride!

To top it off, he had this...obscene monster of a cock he had...not afraid to show off...made Phil's jealously burn, not being as well blessed. Phil saw his brother as a freak, that what he had was just obscene.

The thing that really made him burn with seething hatred was when Nate came out to his parents. He figured this would be the moment to finally see them feel shameful of their faggot son...but no. They embraced him, told him they loved him no matter what he did.

No...that did not make sense...Nate was so imperfect compared to him...yet his parents gave him the same, no, more respect and love than they did for Phil. He worked so hard to impress them, harder than his older brothers, he wanted to be the favorite child, not Nate...

He was bigger than Nate body wise...looming just over six an a half feet, the tallest child of five...his muscles grew, he loved to feel them burn, when he got mad, he pumped iron, making himself grow even larger, he wanted to be the biggest, the best.

Jealousy had taken over him, for so many reasons, including some things that he dared not to admit, for fear of not being the favorite child. Things that burned inside of him, bottled deep down and ready to explode...

Nate looked at the ceiling, staring at the tiles that he had counted too many time. He wished that his brother could just get along with him...why was he just so jealous...even when Nate tried, nothing he could do would be able to quell the raging fire of hate that burned in his older brother.

He sighed to himself...there were so many cute guys he wanted to have over...but he could not bring them to his place...not when Phil was around...

*******

Wednesday, October 1st. The new month came in with a cloudy, windy day, blowing the felled leaves about and making it feel like Halloween was just around the corner, even though it would be at the end of the month.

Later that evening, just after dinner, Bill was finishing the dishes as Drew reclined on the sofa, watching television, only to be interrupted by the doorbell. Drew sighed and hopped off the sofa, walking over to the door expecting to see Marcos.

He pulled the door open only to see a familiar rabbit, her ears drooping low and her mouth in a frown, her eyes red and little pink nose sniffling.

"Hey, Drew...may I come in?"

Drew nodded and stepped back, letting her in.

"Laura, is everything alright? You look horrible..."

She shook her head, her curly black head fur swaying about.

"It's not...everything just went to Hell today..."

Bill came to the living room, seeing the distraught rabbit he ran to her side and grabbed her by the paw.

"Laura, my dear! What happened to you!"

Laura immediately broke down, crying and resting her head onto his chest, he slowly wrapped an arm around her, patting her back.

"It's Justin...he...he...he's dead..."

Bill gasped and held her close, Drew's eyes widened, her boyfriend, Justin, graduated with all three of them, and now he was dead? How?

"Oh my God! What happened! How did he die?"

She sniffled and took her head away from Bill, looking into his eyes.

"I killed him..."

Drew took a step back, his heart racing after what she just said. Bill's embrace slowly stopped as his hands started to shake, his face full of fear and shock.

"You...you what?"

Just then, the front door was pushed open as three familiar faces entered, big smiles on their faces as they screamed.

"SURPRISE!"

It was none other than Haley, Heather, and Justin, who seemed very much alive.

Drew spun around, almost jumping out of his fur as he saw them enter the door. Bill let out a shrill scream as he grasped Laura's shoulders, almost using her as a shield as if there was about to be an attack. All Laura did was smile wide, her buck teeth sticking out as she laughed madly.

"HAHA! Got you good! O-M-G you two were pissing your pants!"

Haley ran over to Bill and hugged his arm, Heather skipping over to Drew and hugging the dumbfounded hyena, and Justin ran over to Laura and put his paws on her shoulders.

Haley smiled wide, her sharp teeth sticking out of her small muzzle as her pointy ears flicked happily.

"Billy! Its great to see you guys again!"

Heather stepped back from Drew and giggled, the Corgi could not have been happier.

"O-M-G! Your house is so pretty! Does Bill decorate it?"

Drew's senses came back as he smiled wide and nodded at her.

"Heh, yeah! He does a good job, doesn't he?

Heather ran over to the sofa and plopped down on it, kicking her stubby legs and giggling.

Justin kissed Laura on the forehead.

"Babe, that was hilarious, they really thought you killed me."

Laura chuckled and hugged the squirrel whom she claimed to have murdered.

"Yeah, we can thank Haley for the idea..."

Haley laughed and made a goofy wide-eyed smile.

"It was a good laugh!"

Laura looked to Drew and then back to Bill.

"ANYway, Haley and Heather came to visit me today and they wanted to drop by for a surprise visit. I hope we didn't interrupt anything."

Bill shook his head, his wide ears flopping about.

"Of course not! It's so nice to see you all again! Will you be staying long?"

They shook their heads, Laura explained why

"No, Haley has to get back to Freeton because she has some stupid paper to finish because it is due tomorrow."

She turned her head to Haley.

"STOOPID."

Haley bit her lip and shook her head.

"Whatever, Laura, you always waited until last minute in high school!"

Laura cringed, her narrow eyes squinting at the Lynx.

"At least I have a life, idiot!"

Haley put her paws on her hips and smiled.

"Love you!"

Laura immediately smiled and did the same pose.

"Love you too!"

Justin, Drew, and Bill all rolled their eyes.

It was only a ten minute visit, but it was just enough to catch up on things and see some friends again.

Bill sat down on the sofa Drew was already seated at and rested his head on the hyena's shoulder.

"Whew! That was quite a shock...Is it me or does Heather look a bit...chunkier?"

Drew chuckled and turned into Bill, kissing him on the forehead, making the bull giggle.

"Maybe...its easier to tell after you haven't seen them in a while."

Bill grinned wide as his hand came over to Drew's chest, placing its self on his right pectoral and rubbing over his entire chest in a circular motion.

"Mmm...I think you are getting bigger, too, Drew..."

Drew chuckled and started to rub Bill's back, making him let out a gentle moo-oan.

"I am going to get you to come to the gym one day...I'm not saying you need to work out more often...but I really want to my mate spot me while I lift...you get to check out my butt in my tight gym shorts, anyway."

Bill's long tail came up and gave an interested flick as a devilish grin came to his snout.

"Okay, okay, you got me interested now...I guess I have been pushing this off for too long."

Drew brought a paw to Bill's face, caressing his cheek.

"I'll take a shower with you when we get home..."

Bill's body shivered lightly just with the thought.

"Okay, you win. I will come with you, I promise."

Drew grinned wide, gently patting Bill's cheek.

"Good, I like winning."

Bill giggled and felt for Drew's nipple, giving it playful tug as he yelped.

"I think I know what I will get you for your birthday, Drew..."

Drew's rounded ears perked as he grinned wide.

"Oh? You do? Will I like it."

Bill let out a shrill giggle.

"Oh course you will! I know it!"

Drew nodded as he continued to gently caress Bill's cheek.

"Awesome."

*******

Sunday, October 5th. Blake was stuck in the study room, a paw balled up and pressing into his cheek as he rested his head on it, trying to study up for a test he would be having tomorrow in his German Language class.

With his free paw tracing down the notebook, glancing over the list of nouns and verbs he would have to be tested on the next day, he began to feel extremely tired. It was nice to learn another language, but somewhat boring in the process.

His boredom ended when the door opened.

"Hey, sugar, what yuh doin'.?

Blake quickly turned away from the notebook, only to grin wide as Wes entered the room, shirtless...

"Wes, what happened to your shirt?"

Wes chuckled and patted his solid belly.

"Spilled some milk on muh shirt, dun want it tuh dry 'n' smell bad, so I took it off."

Blake turned the desk chair so it was facing the dog in the doorway.

"Aren't you cold? It's getting starting to get kinda chilly oustide..."

Wes grinned...that sly grin Blake knew all to well, and took a few steps forward.

"Naw, I'm jus fine, love...an' I know how much you like lookin' at these muscles..."

With that, Wes inhaled deeply and put his paws behind his head, tufts of thick black underarm fur showing as his entire torso was revealed to Blake, he let out a deep grunt and flexed everywhere, biting his lip as his biceps, pectorals, shoulders, and ever the huge abs on his belly popped out, the thick veins that pumped blood through his body bulging out. Blake still could not take his eyes off of the scar...smaller, but still visible.

Even though Blake had seen these muscles day after day...it still turned him on...he could feel the delightful tingle in his sheath as Wes showed off for him.

"Wes...you are so beautiful...but I really need to study..."

Wes smirked again and put his arms to his side, slowly walking to behind Blake in the chair, spinning it to where it was facing the desk and then pressing his torso in the sheppie's back, looking over his shoulder do the notes. Blake could feel his warm body...he could smell his scent...and that cologne...it was not going to be easy to study now.

"What's that stuff yuh got written all over yur notes?"

Blake giggled and pressed his back into Wes, leaning his head tot he side and rubbing Wes's cheek with his head fur.

"This is German, I have a test tomorrow."

Wes turned his turned in and kissed Blake on the head.

"How do yuh say 'I Love Yuh' in German?"

Blake grinned wide.

"It's...'Ich liebe dich'."

Wes chucked and gave Blake a playful nibble on his big, fuzzy ear, making him murr softly.

"Well, ick leebee dish tuh yuh, sugar."

Blake giggled and reached up, grasping Wes's ear and gentle scratching behind it, Wes closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Fuck...I'm so horny right now, partner."

Blake gave Wes's ear a light tug and chuckled to himself.

"Wes...I need to study..."

Wes leaned down closer and started to lick the side of Blake's muzzle, his strong paw coming around the other side and rubbing his chest, Blake could not help but let out a soft moan.

"C'mon...I know yuh want meh to plow that fine ass of yurs..."

Blake sighed, Wes was trying the dirty talk now...

"And what if I said no?"

Wes's paw made its way lower, running over the shirt covering Blake's shallow abs and came to a rest on his crotch.

"I'll jus have tuh wait till yuh come tuh bed."

Blake grabbed Wes's paw that was resting on top of his bulge.

"Looks like I can study in the morning..."

With that, Blake turned his head into Wes's planting his muzzle against his lips with a surprise attack kiss, pressing on the back of Wes's head to hold him here. Wes's eyes lit up as his chest rumbled, his tongue forcing its way out of his maw and into Blake's as he closed his eyes and put his free paw on the back of Blake's head in return, both of them holding each other in place. Blake returned the tongue action with his own, their tongues wrapping around each other as saliva started to collect in the corners of their muzzles and drip down their fur.

Wes took the opportunity with his paw on Blake's crotch, thick fingers nimbly undoing the button and zipper of his pants and reaching in, sliding into his green boxer briefs and firmly grasping his sheath and growing cock, pre already starting to drip out as he pressed his thumb against the head. Blake let out a deep, muffled moan, hot breath going into Wes's muzzle and escaping through any cracks in their lips, more saliva dripping down.

Wes pulled his wide muzzle back from Blake's as he took his paw off the back of his head, a long trail of saliva connecting their muzzles as their tongues went back home.

'Mmm...God damn...yuh sure know how tuh kiss, sugar..."

Blake moaned as Wes pumped his growing cock in his strong paw, his grip tightening.

"Wes...Mmmph...you got a good grip...Ugh...that feels so good."

With a sturdy paw-thumb, Wes pressed it into Blake's red, swelling cock head, circling around as some more pre oozed onto his paw-fingertip, his grip nice and tight around the growing flesh.

"Shit...I love touchin' yuh...feels damn good...soft..."

Blake's body shivered from Wes's strong paw, he threw his head back and sucked in a deep breath as he let it back out as a whimper.

Wes removed his paw from Blake's package and took a step back, only to spin the chair away from the desk and began kneel in front of it. Blake knew what was coming, so he removed his shirt and tossed it aimlessly behind him.

Wes was now on his knees, looking up at Blake with a happy grin as he leaned forward and placed his broad tongue at the top of Blake's shallow abs, licking his way down, grazing over his navel, and finally coming to Blake's now fully erect cock, wrapping his huge tongue around the tip and lapping it roughly.

Blake leaned back and bit his lip, huffing through the gaps as his toes curled from Wes's huge tongue around his shaft. Wes took his tongue back in and wrapped his lips around the head, easily taking it into his large muzzle and sucking roughly. Blake started to kick his legs as he almost let out a scream of pleasure.

"OH, Wes...ooooh...that feels great..."

Wes pulled back and licked his lips, looking into Blake's eyes with a lustful glare. Slowly he stood up, Blake could tell he was already hard by the huge bugle making an outline in his tight jeans. Wes undid this belt loop and pulled the leather belt out of the hoops in his jeans, letting it fall to the floor with a loud 'clank'.

Just as he reached to undo the button, Blake reached out and grabbed his paws.

"Wait! I like to do this part, remember?"

A grin came to Wes's muzzle as he nodded.

"Heh, yeah, yuh do, forgot 'bout that, I'm just so fuckin' hard right now...tight fit"

Blake's tongue came out of his muzzle as he panted, Wes let his arms hang to the side as Blake began to undo the button, the copper fastener struggling to fit through the loop of the tight fitting jeans. He got it out, then slid the zipper down, only to see his favorite pair of red boxer briefs on the big dog, making him smile even wider.

"You're wearing my favorite pair of underwear...you look so good in them."

Wes chuckled and placed a paw on Blake's head, ruffling his head fur.

"I knew yuh'd like 'em, now, hurry up an' take 'em off, muh cock is hurtin'."

Blake could not help but roll his eyes and chuckle as he pulled Wes's jeans down to his knees, showing the huge bulge in his underwear, a small wet spot already forming where the tip was. Without wasting a moment of time, Blake yanked down the boxer briefs and let Wes's huge, thick, veiny shaft flop out into the open air, the strong musk entering his nose and making his salivary glands increase production.

Blake's paws came together around the base of Wes's cock, grasping the now-empty sheath and starting to pump it, making the big dog throw his head back and let out a low moan, starting to pump his hips into Blake's paws. Blake sat forward in the chair and gave Wes a lick on the underside, slowly coming to the pink head and collecting any pre as his tongue pressed against the cum slit, making Wes grit his teeth and inhale through them.

Blake knew what to do next, now that the cock had a nice layer of saliva to slick it up, he took a deep breath, and in one quick thrust, shoved his head all the way down on it, taking Wes's entire cock into his muzzle as he always done and knew Wes enjoyed.

"Damn, sugar...there yuh go again...takin' it all in...yuh must be hungy..."

Blake pulled his head back, Wes's white cock slowly came back into view as he could feel his throat muscles retract from being stretched by the meaty shaft. He looked into Wes's deep emerald eyes and grinned.

"I like to impress my big dog...now what shall I do for him?"

Wes grinned and licked his lips, winking at his mate.

"I want yur ass, I wanna fuck yuh on muh weight bench."

Blake blinked and looked behind Wes to his bench, haven't done it on there, yet, just about every other place, this might be pretty fun.

"I will gladly give it to you, my love. I love it when you fuck me nice and hard..."

Wes smiled and winked at him, licking his lips.

"Now that's what I like tuh hear, sugar."

Blake stood from the chair and let his pants fall to his ankles, stepping out of them and pressing his nude body into Wes's, their cocks touched as Wes closed his eyes and rumbled deeply, Blake could feel it as he wrapped his arms around him. Wes kicked off his jeans and underwear and pulled Blake over to the weight bench, sitting down on it, the leather cushion was cold against his bare butt, making him gasp and chuckle. The bar was not being held by the two arms that stood up from it, making access much easier. Wes laid himself down on it as he had done countless times, but this time it was for a different reason. He patted his solid belly and looked to Blake, who was still standing.

"Come climb on top of meh, partner, and get on meh facin' the other way, imma need tuh get yuh nice 'n' wet, first."

Blake bit his lip as he knew hat Wes was intending, God, how much le loved this...

He walked over to Wes and threw his left leg over him, his tail facing Wes's face as he started to lower himself and climb on top of him, Wes's huge cock poking him in the face as he grabbed it about the base.

Wes took the opportunity to grab onto Blake's waist and pull his rump closer to his muzzle, licking his lips and grinning wide as he lifted Blake's tail to see that favorite pink pucker of his. He pressed his head forward and his tongue jumped out to meet it, warm saliva coating the pucker with a rough lick, making Blake moan lightly as he arched his back, letting Wes get better access.

With that, Blake took the moment to go back to working Wes's cock, wrapping his lips around it and amply sucking on the tip, his paws around the base, stroking up and down nice and slowly. Wes let out a deep moan and pushed his tongue harder into Blake's pucker, making its way past the tight right of muscle and inside, wriggling around and spreading saliva to help for what would be coming soon.

Blake took a paw and reached below Wes's heavy testicles and crept down his taint to meet his pucker, teasing the clenched muscle and making Wes let out a light growl as he pushed his wide tongue further into Blake, he could feel his mate's body shiver on top of him. Blake gave Wes's cock one more deep push, taking the entire thing into his muzzle once more as his nose came to a rest on Wes's balls, making him let out a deep, guttural moan, a hot breath meeting Blake's ass, making him clench his hole around the tongue inside of it.

Wes pulled his face out of Blake's rump, his tongue slipping out and leaving a nice trail into the slightly stretched pucker, the fur on the sides matted down with drool as some squished out of the hole when it retraced to its normal state.

Wes put a large paw on Blake's pack and patted him.

"Mmmph...Alright, cowboy, it's time tuh saddle up."

Blake lifted his head from Wes's shaft, taking the moment to take in a deep breath and gulp down the pre that collected in the back of his throat. He looked back to his mate and gave him a nod, grinning and licking his lips.

Blake grasped the sides of the bench and pushed himself up, throwing a leg over Wes and standing to the side of him, only to spin around and throw the other leg over, now sitting on Wes's solid belly, his wet hole pressing onto his mate's navel. Wes grinned as he looked into Blake's endearing hazel eyes. Blake panted his paws firmly onto Wes's large chest and pushed himself up, Wes's paws went to his slicked up shaft to guide it into its destination.

Blake ached his back and lifted his rear, stopping when he felt Wes's cock poke at his pucker, letting out a shallow gasp. Wes gritted his teeth as he stabbed at Blake's butt with his cock, trying to land a hit since it was impossible for him to see back there. Blake giggled and reached back there, placing a paw on top of Wes's and helping him guide his shaft to the pucker. It made its mark, the head easily slipping inside from the ample natural lubrication. Blake bit his bottom lip as he lowered his rump, the cock slipping further in, Wes's smile grew as the huffed loudly, his cock being surrounded by warmth and a perfect grip.

Blake felt his insides expand as he clenched his eyes shut, grunting as he sat down on top of Wes, thanking that there was plenty lubrication, thinking how much more painful it would have been with none. After a good shove, Wes was completely burrowed inside of Blake, he let out deep breath and wiped his brow.

"Whew...yur still real tight after all theses times we've fucked...feels so fuckin' good..."

Blake opened his eyes and looked into Wes's, his paws coming back to his pecs and rubbing them in wide circles.

"And you always feel as big as ever...I remember...mmph...our first night...I felt like you were going to rip my ass in half..."

Wes gave him a sly smile and without warning, gave his hips a heavy buck, making Blake let out a shrill gasp and throw his head back. Wes could only chuckle from his reaction.

"Shit...still think i'm gonna rip yur ass in half now?"

Blake grinned and grabbed Wes's pierced nipples, giving them a rough twist and making Wes holler, not in pain, but in pleasure.

"Goddamn, Wes...do that again...that felt so good...I'm going to ride you like a fucking rodeo bull..."

Wes's grin could not have gotten bigger as he grabbed Blake about the waist, entertaining his mate with a loud bovine-ish snort as his hips began to buck into Blake, his backside grinding into the leather bench, making it squeak and groan. Blake braced of the impact and threw his head back as he took a deep breath of air, his prostate being pounded by the huge cock deep inside of him, his own cock dripping pre down onto Wes's gut.

Wes's grip around Blake's waist tightened as he pushed him down onto his pelvis, holding him there so that there would be no risk of him sliding off, not that it would be easy when there was an eleven inch monster wedged up his ass. Blake grasped onto Wes's bulging biceps and matched his hard bucking with some solid grinding, as if he was using an invisible hula-hoop, his own cock bobbing all around as more pre splashed all over Wes's abdomen.

They were not trying to be as silent this time, grunts, groans, moans and murrs echoed off of the walls of the study room, they did not care of the neighbors living room was behind the wall, their moment felt too damn good to be quiet about it.

Blake's tongue flopped out his mouth, spittle starting to drop down his chest and some falling down onto Wes, mixing with the pre and making his solid gut glisten with body fluids.

Wes inhaled deeply, getting a nose full of Blake's musk and sending him into an even bigger fucking frenzy, his hips bucked like an angry bull at a rodeo as he pounded Blake's pucker, slamming in and out at an even quicker rate as Blake continued to grind into him.

Blake's paws could not stay still as they explored Wes's huge body, caressing over the biceps, up to his broad shoulders, around his neck, over his massive pecs, and down the his favorite part, his gut, rubbing in big circles, spreading the mix of pre-cum and saliva around, making his palm slick with the fluid mix. Blake's paws came to Wes's navel, it was slightly protruding from the solidity of Wes's gut, giving him just an outie for a bellybutton. Blake though it was just so cute, he pinched the protruding navel with his paw fingers and gave it a twist as if it were another nipple.

This made Wes throw his head back and arch his back, lifting Blake with him and holler out in pleasure again as he gave Blake an even rougher pounding, making the sheppie's toes curl and his eyes roll back as his prostate was tenderized by the beating, his sac tingled with each thrust.

Blake could tell that Wes's knot was forming, because his hole was being stretched wider with each thrust, the growing knot slipping in and out until it became to big to slip past, colliding into Blake's pucker over and over until it was fully formed. Blake looked down, he could see that his own was forming, Wes looked at it and saw it too, quickly taking a huge paw from Blake's side and grasping it, engulfing it with his wide paw as he massaged it roughly, making Blake throw his head back and moan lustfully.

With one last, powerful thrust, Wes lodged his fat knot inside of Blake's pucker, stretching his hole wide and making him yelp out loud as he was now tied with his mate. Wes's bucking died down as he could not fully move in and out, so Blake picked up on the gyrations, clenching his hole tight around the knot and giving Wes a satisfying ride. Both of them were panting heavily as their sensitive knots were being grasped and stimulated, shockwaves of pleasure being sent through both of their bodies.

Blake could feel his balls tingle as the familiar feeling was running through him, Wes could feel his cock start to throb in his wide paw as he knew what Blake was about to announce.

"Wes...Oh God...I'm gonna cum...Oooooh..."

And with that, Wes looked down his mate's cock and awaited for the red tip to spurt forth, and that it did, shooting much further than expected as his eye was met with a jet of fresh seed, making him shut his right eye as he swore out load. Blake threw his head back as his orgasm continued, hitting Wes in the face with the first shot and the rest not coming out as far, but coating up to his chest and the rest pooling as his belly, making a small puddle on his protruding navel as his cock stopped throbbing from empting its load.

Without warning, Wes could feel his balls tingle as his shaft throbbed deep within Blake, the smell of Blake's seed that just hit his face sending him over the edge. He arched his back again, lifting Blake with him and his entire body flexed, the veins in his arms, chest, everywhere popped out as he screamed out, thick ropes of sticky seed being injected into Blake's colon, filling him well as Blake relished in the delightful warming sensation he felt deep inside of him. Wes sure gave him a big load, as it began to back up and drip out of his pucker, coating his butt cheeks and getting into Wes's thick, black pubic fur.

The room reeked of their musk, heavy pants echoed off of the walls as they delighted in the afterglow of their powerful orgasms. Wes brought a paw to his face and wiped the cum out of his eye, chucking softly.

"Yuh got meh in the eye, sugar."

Blake could feel himself blush.

"I-i'm sorry...I didn't think it would go that far..."

Wes smiled, it was such a comforting smile as he reached up and patted Blake's cheek, caressing it gently with a strong paw.

"Dun worry, babe, I think that was real impressive. Fuckin' awesome."

Blake leaned into Wes's strong paw and nuzzled it.

"Thanks, my love. You sure filled me up...it's so...warm..."

Wes chuckled and wiped his brow.

"Well, yuh fed meh steak for dinner, yuh gave meh lots've extra protein."

Blake smiled and shook his head, laying forward and pressing his chest into Wes's, his arms coming around as Wes lifted his head for his neck and shoulders to be embraced.

"Have you been reading my biology book? I am taking a test over proteins next week..."

Wes chuckled, Blake could feel his chest rumble against his.

"I jus know lots 'bout protein, I need it tuh make muh muscle bigger, sugar."

Blake gave Wes a rough lick on the nose.

"And that is why I feed you as much as I can, my love."

Wes gave Blake a loving smooch.

"An that's what I love about yuh, Blakey."

Blake could not help but giggle as his mate called him something that Carla always called him.

"Thanks, I love you, Wes...and if I too bad on this German exam... kein geschlecht for a week."

Wes frowned a bit.

"What's that mean?"

Blake giggled and nuzzled Wes's cheek as he got closer to his ear.

"No sex."

Wes gulped deeply and held Blake tightly into him.

"Well, yur smart, yuh'll do jus fine..."

Blake kissed him on the cheek.

"I probably will...we should shower up before bed..."

With that, Wes gripped Blake tightly and sat up on the weight bench, his knot still swollen and tying them as he stood and exited the room and up the stairs, the black leather bench covered in sweat and a puddle of still-warm semen.

*******

Monday, October 6th. It seemed to be just another normal day in Addison, but there was a sharp chill in the air, making Drew happy that he was warm inside of his home.

Bill was at the campus and Drew was patiently awaiting him to get home, he wanted to get him to the gym today.

Silence was interrupted by the chime of the doorbell.

Drew turned his head to the door, his rounded ears perking as he leapt from the sofa stretched.

"Now who the Hell could this be..."

He turned the knob and pulled the door open. He figured it would be him...

"Hey Marcos, what's up?"

Marcos looked extra depressing today, as if the black clothes he wore did not look depressing enough.

"Drew...can I come in...I need to talk..."

Drew sighed, whatever.

"Sure, come in."

Marcos stepped in, his paws in the pocket of his hoodie, his giant headphones which normally were always around his neck were missing.

They padded over to the sofa and sat down, Drew made sure to sit at the opposite end.

"What's up, Marcos?"

Marcos pondered for a moment, not sure if he was ready to speak. He had to.

"I broke up with Sammy today."

Drew leaned forward, a look of disbelief on his face.

"What? Why? Tell me what happened?"

Marcos bit his bottom lip and took a deep sigh.

"I just was not in love with her."

Drew shook his head.

"Well, that happens, sometime relationships don't work, Bill has been through quite a..."

Marcos interrupted him.

"No...it's not like that..."

Drew's brow furrowed as he pursed his lips.

"...What do you mean?"

Marcos looked into Drew's brown eyes, his almost identically colored eyes gazing back. He can't go on hiding this...he hated lying...Drew told him...so now it was his turn.

"Drew...I...um...I'm...gay."

Drew just wanted to roll his eyes.

"Marcos, what the Hell do you mean? You're gay? You have had a girlfriend."

Marcos leaned forward.

"Yeah...I did, but we never...did anything...I...don't like that..."

Drew sighed deeply.

"Marcos, why did you not say anything, then? Why did you bury yourself so deep into a relationship you could not carry out?"

Marcos sniffled, not wanting to cry, something he had not done in years.

"Because I was afraid to lose you..."

Drew gasped, what the fuck did he mean by that?

"Marcos...tell me what is going on, right now."

Marcos took the moment to scoot closer to Drew.

"It's...just...I know how your dad is, or was, really religious, real strict and stuff. And, I remember you telling me how much he hates fags...so...I was afraid that you would take after him and hate them too. I didn't want to tell you about me, because I was afraid you would hate me for who I really am...I know your dad would, he would not let me see you again...and Drew...Goddamn it, Drew, I love you."

Drew was not sure what to do, Marcos really must love him...but...

"Marcos, we are cousins, we are family, I love you too."

Marcos shook his head.

"I know...but...after I got you to admit you were gay, I was just...so...happy. I wanted to be so much closer to you, I love you more than just a family love, Drew."

Drew could start to understand now, the clinginess, the elongate hugs, the constant stares. He really did love him, a lot.

"Marcos...I...can't be in love with you...I am with Bill...and...you are my cousin! I don't think I can do that...but..."

Drew reached out and put a paw on Marco's knee.

"I don't hate you, not at all. You are my cousin, you are my family, I love you, gay or straight. And...why do you love me so much?"

Marcos began to blush under his dark brown cheeks.

"Well...you are...really hot...you have such an awesome body on you...I get so jealous of Bill knowing that he gets to...do things with you...he is lucky..."

Drew slowly began to smile.

"Marcos...I know it's going to be hard, and I don't want to break your heart...but, its just impossible for me to be with you. Listen, now that you have admitted what you are to me, you can start living as how you should be. Are you worried about anyone else hating you?"

Marcos shook his head.

"No...you are really the only one..."

Drew's eyes widened. He was not even worried about his band mates, his parents, his siblings, anyone else? Just him? He really must have loved him...

Drew reached out and took Marcos's paw.

"Don't worry, cuz. I promise I will help find you a really buff boyfriend. Someone for you to love just like you love me, probably even a lot more!"

Marcos smiled and brought a paw to his eye, wiping it gently with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Thanks, Drew. Heh, I've seen a few really good looking guys...but I am just so fucking shy! It's not going to be easy..."

Drew grinned and shook his head.

"Then how did you end up with Sammy?"

Marcos chuckled.

"She is just a roadie, basically, she loves our music and asked to date me, I was nice to her...but stopped her before she tried anything."

Drew rolled his eyes.

"Man...she was really nice! Too bad you are a faggot just like me..."

Marcos laughed with him, he felt a lot better now.

"Drew...um...I have something to ask...now, I know that I just told you all of this shit and all, but...do you...think I can kiss you?"

Drew gasped. He was unsure of this...but, they had known each other for so long...maybe one small kiss would be what Marcos needed to take the first step in the right direction.

"Dude...alright...one small kiss..."

Marcos's eyes lit up, it looked like he was about to just scream out in joy as he scooted closer to his cousin.

Marcos licked his lips and leaned forward, Drew did the same, somewhat reluctantly, but he was willing to. The gap between muzzles closed, Marcos could feel Drew's hot breath hit his lips, making them quiver, he could feel the inside of his mouth go dry, his heart raced, his palms began to sweat.

The gap was closed. Their lips were together in a gentle kiss, Marcos was blushing madly, Drew was not. A light smack sounded off as they kissed again, an even longer one, Drew's lips were so warm, so soft...He wanted more...

Marcos pushed harder into Drew, he did not resist as their muzzles locked together even closer, Marcos could feel his sheath start to tingle, this felt so good...he did not want it to end...

Marcos's tongue came out and tried to explore Drew's, but that was when Drew grabbed Marcos by the shoulders and pushed him back.

"No...bad Marcos!"

Marcos blushed and hid his face as he looked away.

"I...I'm sorry Drew...you...you are a good kisser..."

Drew chuckled and slapped Marcos's back.

"Bill is the good kisser around here, I got my experience from him."

Marcos looked back to his cousin and smiled.

"Thanks, Drew, that was...awesome...I feel a lot better now."

Drew nodded.

"We will find you a nice boyfriend, do you mind if I tell Bill you are gay? Watch out...he will want to take you shopping and dress you, make you look nice."

Marcos shook his head.

"Nah, I think I will be fine. If you see a big guy that likes rock music, tell him you know a singer that needs a good man."

Drew chuckled and sat back against the sofa.

"I will watch out for one! Marcos, remember, I love you, I am going to make sure you are taken care of, if anyone gives you any shit, I will kick their ass."

Marcos blushed again.

"Thanks, cuz. I better get my gay ass out of here, I got some shit to do."

Marcos stood up, along with Drew, they both looked at each other and smiled. With that, they embraced each other, Drew could feel something poke at his abdomen, he knew what it was, and tried to ignore it.

"Take care Marcos, don't be afraid to stop by again."

Marcos nodded and patted Drew on the back.

"Yeah, thanks man, see you later...love you."

It still felt a little creepy to Drew...

"Love you too, cuz."

With that, Marcos turned and exited his cousin's side of the duplex. He stopped on the porch and looked at the street, a big, confident smile on his muzzle.

"This is the beginning...of a new life...the way it should have been for years...telling the truth fucking rocks..."

He entered his side of the duplex and found his headphones, putting them on and finding just the right song to go with his mood, something he was greatly known for, and would soon be known for something else.

******* ******* *******

To be continued...

And thus ends Part 5! =D

Will Marcos find a sexy boyfriend to push Drew from his mind?

Will Nate be able to find an understanding with his brother?

Does Carla know how to make 'normal' friends?

Will Malcolm decide on the right guy to date?

Will Heidi grow a brain soon?

How did Blake do on his German exam?

What is Drew going to get for his birthday?

How much does Buttercup spend on one month in batteries?

All of these will hopefully be answered in the next part of I Will Protect You, Part 6!

Thank you for reading through all of this, it was VERY long, I know, hehe! I will try to cut back, lol.

Stay tuned!