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Rill sat alone on the couch in the upstairs room, surrounded by a darkness that seemed not only to blind him, but also to permeate his skin and grip his heart. It was a lonely darkness, but in a way it was also comforting, because it kept him isolated from everyone else; it blocked the world out, so he didn't have to deal with it.

He was dimly aware that the two guys on the bed were watching him, but that was far away, that was distant. The pain he felt inside seemed to consume all, just like the dark of the quiet room. He thought maybe they were interchangable. All he could see was Trent, that beautiful fox, and the way he swaggered as he left the room.

All he could see, that is, until a deep, masculine voice penetrated the silence, startling him.

"Hey man, how's it goin'?"

Rill blinked a few times, startled out of his daze, and saw the wolf and the leopard laying on the bed. He'd noticed them staring, but he hadn't expected them to actually speak to him.

"Umm... I'm okay," he replied, letting more nervousness creep into his voice than he'd intended. That was okay, though. It didn't matter if they knew he was nervous, or sad. The shadows in the room granted him anonymity-- he was fairly sure they couldn't see him too well from where they were.

The gruff wolf's voice came to him again, sounding calm, male, and yet soft, almost caring. "Well, looks like you got no one to play with now... wanna come over an' join us?"

It took Rill a few seconds to process what he'd heard, and when he did, a spark of hope lit in his pained heart. Sitting by himself was depressing, there was no doubt about that, and it sounded like the wolf might want to talk to him. That would -have- to be better than sitting alone and feeling sorry for himself.

"Really?" he asked. "You mean it?"

The wolf responded immediately, and it sounded like he was smiling. "Yeah, I mean it. C'mon, join the club."

It sounded like such a wonderful idea, because he knew that Trent had rejected him, that he wasn't coming back.

But his own words came back to haunt him.

"Do ya want me to wait here... y'know, in case ya don't find no one?" he'd said. He had meant it, too. Trent had just agreed with him in that sarcastic way, and left. Rill couldn't help but cling to the dismal hope that maybe... maybe he might return. Maybe he hadn't meant to run off. Maybe it was all a mistake.

The wolf's offer had taken him totally off-guard, and yet he flt unsure, still. Sure, he wanted to join the two big guys, but suppose Trent really did come back for him...?

"I... I dunno, dude," he managed to push the words out from within his conflict. "I gotta wait to see if my friend comes back."

There was silence for almost a minute, and then another voice spoke to him. This time it was the leopard.

"Do you mean Trent? He's not your friend," he said. He spoke more eloguqnely than his partner. "He's not anyone's friend, and he's not coming back for you." There was a grim certainty to his voice that was rather unsettling.

Rill frowned. "Hey... hey, you don't know that," he snapped, more out of pain and shame than anger.

The leopard slowly stood up, and approached him. For a moment Rill was frightened-- usually he kept quiet, avoiding arguments and conflict, because he didn't want anyone angry at him (and he certainly didn't want a tall, powerful leopard to come after him), but as he looked up into a pair of kind, green feline eyes, his fears were almost completely dispelled.

The spotted feline extended a hand to him, and said, "He didn't come back for me, either. Please, come join us." There was compassion in his voice, and that felt good.

For a moment he just sat there dumbly, staring. He knew he had little to lose. And, even if Trent did come back, he was only waiting around for him. It was better to wait with friends than to wait alone. That decided him. He reached up and slid his hand into the firm grip of a larger one, and stood up. The leopard's hand felt warm and strong in his, and that felt good, too.

"My name's Rill," he said, as he was walked toward the bed.

"I'm Steven," the leopard told him, standing behind him as they reached the edge of the mattress. The bed came up to Rill's waist, and as he looked down at the figure laying there, he was stunned.

The wolf who had originally spoken to him lay there, and Rill saw that he was extremely attractive.

"Galinn," muttered the wolf, and offered a hand to him. Rill took it with the slightest hesitation, almost afraid to touch the big, handsome lupine figure. They shook, and Galinn held on, gently tugging him down. "Sit down and relax," he said.

Obediently, Rill sat on the edge of the bed, while Galinn shifted his body, sitting up and facing him. He couldn't help staring a bit at the wolf's muscular body, and especially into the warm, glistening eyes. He was propped up on one elbow, with one knee bent, and the other leg set straight. Though he tried not to stare, he couldn't help noticing how the wolf's large, furry balls rolled in their sac on his thigh when he shifted his legs.

"Best just forget him, man. He ain't worth it," said Galinn, looking rather solemn. He eyed Rill intently, with serious concern.

Rill felt left out, somehow uninformed, as though there was some great reputation following Trent that he hadn't been told about. "Do you ... know him, too?" he asked.

He watched Galinn glance over at Steven and nod before looking back. "Yeah. Dropped me like a rock to go talk to you."

Rill's eyes went wide, as simultaneous feelings of guilt and wonder ran through him. He remembered suddenly, what had happened downstairs, how Trent told him the wolf was hitting on him.

"Why would he want me over you? Dude you're... you're gorgeous," he murmured. Galinn grinned and touched the side of Rill's face with a finger.

"I dunno if I'm all that, but you look real nice." His hand trailed down Rill's neck, onto his shirt. "What I can see looks nice."

And with that, Galinn lay back on the bed. "C'mon, lay back and take it easy."

Rill climbed up and stretched out on the comfortable mattress, smiling at the wolf. He let out a content sigh as Steven lay behind him, and he felt the leopard's bare chest brush against his back.

Galinn touched his cheek again, and gave it a light scritching. "You just gotta let him go," he whispered, breathing out the words with only a hint of his gruff voice. "See, foxes like him, they're plastic." As he spoke he continued to stroke Rill's cheek and neck tenderly.

"Plastic?" Rill answered, sounding almost enchanted. It was so rare that anyone touched him, and Galinn was getting nearly the same reaction from him that Trent had. He felt Steven's hands roaming over his chest, exploring there slowly.

Galinn nodded. "Yeah. Thin, an' hollow inside. Shallow." He leaned a bit closer, and ran his finger under the cat's chin. "They see somethin' precious like you, and they wanna pull ya inside, cuz they think you'll fill 'em up."

Rill was very aware of Galinn's proximity. Their lips were only inches apart, and what he most wanted to was to kiss them. Rill felt Steven shifting against his back, and he enjoyed the feeling of being caressed in several places at once. It felt new, but more than that, it felt -right-.

"I get ya, dude," Rill said quietly, struggling to concentrate on the conversation. "And like, I don't fill 'em up right, so he goes and looks for something better?"

Galinn nodded. "Yeah, that's about right."

The analogy made sense to Rill. Whatever Trent wanted, it sure didn't seem to be him anymore. "How'd ya know all this stuff?" he asked.

Galinn chuckled quietly, and something in his expression reflected his real level of experience-- that perhaps he had been through more in his days than anyone realized. He was blunt, earthy, and he didn't sound like he was very well educated, but he was smart. Rill understood all of these things in the few moments it took him to respond.

"I seen 'em all," said the wolf. "Sluts, twinks and crybabies. I can tell real quick who's who." He felt silent for a moment. "And you... you're different. You're one of tha real ones. I can see it in ya."

"Really?" he asked, hoping for some sign as to whether it was truly meant in a good way.

Galinn smiled. "Yeah, really. I like you." There was a depth, and understanding in his eyes that Rill hadn't seen in Trent's.

Rill felt warmth rush through him. He'd taken a near immediate liking to Galinn the moment they'd started talking, and he began to feel something of a kinship with him. "I like you too, dude," he murmured.

At those words the wolf's smile broadened, and there was mischief in his voice. "I know, I can see that on ya, too." He glanced down at Rill's body meaningfully.

Rill looked down and saw, to his surprise, what Galinn was talking about: exposed from his own furry sheath was a six inch feline erection. Rill's sex had come to attention while they had been talking, but he hadn't even noticed until the wolf mentioned it. He felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.

His eyes widened slightly as Galinn placed a hand on his chest. The hand gradually worked its way down his body, caressing over his chest and stomach, approaching his groin. Rill shivered with anticipation. Not even Trent had touched him there.

He let out a soft shaky sigh and whispered, "Yeah... touch me..." Just watching the large, dark hand working its way down his body was wildly stimulating. But suddenly the hand stopped on his abdomen.

Galinn sighed. "I ain't like that fox, you know," he said. "If I'm gonna touch you, I ain't just gonna run off. You, me, and Steven, we're friends, and friends don't just drop each other. Okay?"

Rill thought for only a moment before he replied, "I wanna be friends. With both of you."

And with that he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Galinn's dark, thinly furred ones. He quivered inside with excitement, keeping his eyes half-open to watch the wolf's face. As they kissed, each tugging on the other's lips, Galinn slid against Rill, and the cat felt his stiff shaft burying itself in thick wolf fur.

Rill whimpered, rubbing his cock against Galinn's furry thigh. Soon the wolf's own shaft slid out, and it rested against Rill's, a bit larger, but not a bit harder with need.

Galinn began to kiss more aggressively, Rill noticed, and he was rather unprepared for it. The strong lupine muzzle parted and a long, smooth tongue pushed its way between his lips, invading his mouth. Instead of letting Rill suck on it, as Trent had, Galinn kept in motion, sliding his tongue over the cat's, driving it into his muzzle, tilting his head and locking their mouths together.

He moved passionately and without hesitation, as Rill would have expected a wolf to do. Gradually Rill pushed the timid parts of himself away and responded, running his hands over the wolf's body, indulging himself to all the things he had been afraid of doing before.

It was a completely new experience for him-- the unbridled lust, not restraining himself from touching here or groping there. They lay together, limbs entwined, hot bodies writhing in joint passion as they stroked their cocks against one another. It felt so much more honest and primal, simply letting go and exploring each new desire as it came. Trent's way of being intimate was to treat it as a game. With Galinn, it was an act, a hunger, an -experience-.

If Rill had forgotten Steven for a moment, he certainly wouldn't again. He felt a pair of hands on his back, exploring. They tugged on his shirt, lifting it up in the back. He slid away from Galinn briefly, pulling out of their heated kissing, so he could remove his remaining clothes.

Raising his arms, he gladly let Steven strip him of his t-shirt, and then, as he lay completely naked next to Galinn, Steven joined them again. He lay behind Rill, facing his back, and suddenly the cat found himself sandwiched between two strong, warm bodies.

He groaned as Steven and Galinn pressed tight against him, and two sets of legs entwined with his. Galinn lifted his head and he leaned forward to kiss Steven over Rill's shoulder. Reaching around the cat, the stroked one another's sides, and moaned, each writhing in heated pleasure against the male between them.

Rill was nearly overwhelmed as one thick cock was ground against his abdomen, and another between his buttocks-- not penetrating him, simply nestled there between his cheeks, sliding up and down.

Galinn slid out of the kiss with Steven and quickly moved to kiss Rill again, scarcely closing his mouth between the two. The cat groaned loudly, now beginning to lose some of his control as he tasted the wolf's mouth, practically fucking it with his tongue, while the weight of the two males pressed against him.

Steven reached around him from behind and worked a hand between he and Galinn, sliding over their tightly pressed torsos. He found what he sought-- one of Galinn's nipples-- and pinched it soundly.

Immediately Galinn tensed up all over, and broke the kiss with Rill. His voice was panting and husky when he murmured, "Steve, you fuh... fuckin' bastard... I'm gonna get you later, you tease..." Steven chuckled, but he didn't stop, he continued to twist and tug on the dark nipple, much to Galinn's pleasure.

It seemed to excite the wolf greatly, as he licked and nibbled down Rill's neck and chest. His large hands roamed over his stomach, exploring, as he moaned with each particularly firm pinch on his chest. Steven wrapped his arms around Rill, holding him from behind, and licking at his ears, swathing his warm, wet tongue inside, invading sweetly.

"Mmm... you know what's coming, don't you?" he whispered.

The cat moaned softly, and squirmed, not trying to hide his lust. Galinn worked his way down, nuzzling the thin chest and running his tongue over the firm nipples. Rill seemed to want to protest, for he shifted against Steven, and murmured, "Uhh... d... d..."

But the leopard silenced him, gently kissing the side of his neck. "Shh... just let him touch you, and kiss you."

Steven worked one of his legs between Rill's from behind. Rill felt the leopard's leg slide between his, and slowly that leg began to rise, gently forcing him to part his own legs, lifting one with Steven's. The result caused his balls to shift and lay freely on his thigh, more vulnerable. It felt wonderful to be so exposed to two guys, and still so relaxed about it.

Steven was taller than Rill, and so he fit neatly around him, tilting his hips forward and positiiong his cock so that it rested under the cat's balls. The way they pieced together was something like sliding one's fist into an open hand. Galinn found his way down to the Rill's shaft, and he licked it once, tasting the smooth, tender flesh. Rill groaned at the sudden contact on his maleness, gazing down in awe of the big tough wolf between his legs. Licking the silky skin more slowly, Galinn and began to mouth the head openly, taking it just past his lips.

Rill let out a delerious whimper, and Steven held him still as he writhed and squirmed.

Galinn took the penis in his hand, and looked at it. It was very well-shaped, and not too large. Rill had the type of cock he could suck on for hours, drawing out shot after thick, creamy shot of cum. The scent it carried was nice as well, and he took a good whiff of it before getting down to business.

Opening his mouth, he very slowly sheathed the cock in his muzzle, running his tongue over every ridge and curve, swallowing it in one slow, artful motion. Being only six inches long it, fit perfectly into his mouth. He sealed his lips around it, and began to suckle and nurse it. It was not not often he could take such care giving a blowjob, but Rill's cock was so perfect that he couldn't resist.

Rill felt his shaft wrapped up tight in a wet, slick muzzle, and he pushed back into Steven's body, nearly frozen. He lay completely still otherwise as Galinn pleasured him. Steven grinned and rubbed his chest tenderly.

"Good," he murmured. "Good, just let Galinn suck on you..." He moved then, sliding a hand under Rill's supple arm and lifting it over his head, exposing a white ruff of fur under his arm. He propped himself up on one elbow and bent down, nuzzling at the fur in Rill's armpit, licking at it tentatively. The cat gasped, and tilted his head back.

"Oh fuck, yeah..." he whispered. Galinn was rewarded with a drop of precum that dripped onto his tongue, and he groaned around the thick, hard length. He found he didn't even have to slide back and forth much on the shaft-- he simply worked his tongue along it, and hollowed his cheeks, putting firm sucking pressure on it-- this alone seemed to drive the cat crazy.

Rill felt the hot drops of precum running out of his cock. He had been taken aback by Steven's muzzle under his arm-- he had no idea that guys even did that! But it felt so good, such an oddly private place to be kissed.

Steven continued to bury his muzzle beneath Rill's arm, taking in the thick male scent, delighting in it. His broad, slightly raspy tongue smoothed the fur back and excited the skin beneath. Rill could feel himself quickly becoming overwhelmed from all the stimulation. Feeling Steven's tongue in such a sensitive place was extremely erotic, though it didn't fully compare to the tingling on his cock as it was rolled around and milked inside the wolf's mouth.

"H...harder," Rill pleaded quietly, as if speaking coherently was a great effort. "Suck me... harder..."

Galinn did indeed suck harder in response, pulling the head back into his throat. Steven's muzzle left Rill's arm, he leopard once again lay against the cat, kissing and licking at the side of his neck. He held Rill firmly from behind, stroking his chest, as he kissed.

"Is that (*lick*) nice?" the leopard whispered to him. "Is (*lap*) the big wolf (*kiss*) going to make you (*lick*) cum in his mouth?"

"Aww maaan..." Rill sighed, as Galinn seemed to be trying to pull the maleness off with his lips and tongue. Wordlessly he began to grunt and gasp, unable to stop himself, thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking the wolf muzzle while Galinn held stationary. There was a faraway look in his eyes that both leopard and wolf would have recognized, had they seen it.

Steven did not need to see that look to realize Rill was close to his climax, He soothingly whispered into his ear, "Yes, Rill... that's it... just let it go, cum inside him..."

The cat drowned in pleasure, fucked the hot mouth frantically as he spilled out his seed. Galinn gulped it down, feeling waves of excitement rush through him as well-- the feeling he always had when he brought a partner to climax. The cock twitched and spurted inside his tightly clasping muzzle, and the seed fired out in hit bursts. Galinn held on and took it all gratefully. The thick, warm product of his pleasure spurted out until there was no more, and he carefully released the length of shaft, swallowing the last of it.

Rill was panting, held tightly by Steven from behind, as Galinn crawled back up and lay facing him. He caressed Rill's cheek tenderly with a finger, and spoke quietly. "How was that?"

The cat gazed at the lupine eyes with what looked like adoration, and gratitude. It was not the first time he'd rece

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ved oral pleasures, but it was by far the best experience he'd ever had. "Never felt anything that good, dude," he whispered breathlessly, placing a hand on his broad chest.

Galinn leaned forward and grinned, kissing Rill's lips softly, and then nuzzling his cheek. "Hey man, you need more experience then." He tiled his head upward. "Ain't that right Steve?"

The leopard held Rill close, and although his response was sarcastic, he was most definitely smiling.

"Well, I'd agree, but unfortunatly I am a 'fuckin' bastard' and a tease, so I don't know what my opinion is worth." The other two chuckled, and Rill rolled over to face Steven, eagerly accepted to the leopard's body.

Galinn slid close to Rill from behind, and addressed Steven. "Hey man, I said I'd get you later, an' I will."

Steven tapped Rill's shoulder. "Yes, but you'll have to get him1 too; he's an accomplice."

"Damn straight," said the wolf and the cat in unison, and they broke up laughing.