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Don't Leave Me - Part Nine

"Sebastien A. Temmek... Panther, Sebastien C. Temmek... Iguana. How many can there possibly be this town isn't even that big." I whispered to myself as I looked through the list of names on the screen of Brandon's pad. You'd think you could search by name and species on these sites! Now that I think about it what would his species be listed as? I don't think he would be listed as tiger. Maybe... hybrid or liger. Actually... what species am I listed as? Ligers are not that uncommon anymore, since genetic engineering can correct for most health and fertility issues, but an obscure hybrid of a hybrid of a hybrid. Gosh that is a muzzleful to say.

Well... I'm hungry. Do I dare attempt the stairs again? I think I'm going to go for it.

I slid myself out of bed quickly throwing on some shorts over my boxers, but still going shirtless. I was the only one home but I still felt like a guest even after four weeks of living here. I paused as I passed the mirror looking at the band going around my midsection. I did like the way the brace made me look thinner and like I actually had good posture for once. I imagine this is what a male corset would be like.

It got me thinking about Brandon's stomach. I never really thought about it much before but he does seem to be the least in shape of the football team and is still the captain. From what I've seen of the other players its bulging pecks and six packs all around. I don't mind that he's not some muscle man. In a way I almost prefer a flat belly over the perfectly chiseled abs. Something about overly muscular men usually just turned me off and I wouldn't trade my man's body for the world. It feels like he was just built to my specifications, tall, handsome, just buff not really muscular, and his cock wasn't ungodly big. That was another thing I just didn't find attractive. I guess I prefer shape and technique over size.

Now I was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up with my hopeless dumbfound face. "Well here I go. Legs don't fail me now..." Yeah I talk to myself when I'm alone. I'm sure everyone does at least once in their adult life. I took my first step clinging to the railing still holding onto Brandon's pad. "Okay one step at a time..." I placed my other foot paw on the step above the last slowly making my way up the stairs. Walking down the stairs was a lot easier for me than walking up them, really any time I had to lift my body up something with my legs was still harder. It was probably one part back brace and two parts screwed up balance and back strength from the surgery.

I finally made it to the top and walked over to the kitchen opening the fridge to grab some lunch meat and mayonnaise. I took a plate from the cabinet and a butter knife from the silverware drawer. I threw two pieces of bread from the counter onto my plate and began to make my lunch.

I noticed a piece of paper on the counter it had Brandon's handwriting on it, sloppy just like his kisses and in great contrast to my neat and tidy handwriting. I picked up the note placing it on the counter in front of me. It read, "Hey Sam, not sure if you'll make it up the stairs today but I wrote this anyway. Remember just relax, I know how you can get. I'll be missing you today, see you when I get home. Love you! -Brandon"

I thought it was sweet of him to leave me a note considering most couples today don't even bother with daily text messages anymore. I stuffed the note into my pocket unceremoniously and proceeded to the living room with my lunch. I turned on the TV changing the channel so I could catch up on a little news. There wasn't much on of note a robbery and a few car accidents, there was one that caught my attention a little though apparently construction on Arc Station was to begin later this month. I always found space interesting and a big space station with over six thousand furs living on it was definitely interesting to me. Maybe one day I'll even be able to go up there. I know that some of the deep space exploration ships are making some pretty big discoveries.

Science was never my forte I was more interested in Politics and cultural studies things that involved as little math as possible. Maybe I'll join the diplomatic corps. If we keep exploring at this rate we will need to be ready for the eventuality we will meet other cultures. I feel like I'm putting too much thought into this, into my future, something I wasn't used to. I had gotten all too used to the thought that I might not have a future to really care before. Now that I do have one I better catch up for lost time.

Now where was I... "Sebastien D. Temmek... Zebra... Damn..."

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"So how's Sammy doing?" I heard Luke's voice approaching me from the side as I stuffed my school clothes into my gym locker.

"He's doing better, thankfully."

"Yeah I heard about his back. Tough brake. How long is he out of action?"

"About two weeks until he gets out of his brace."

"Does anything ever go his way?"

I let out a hollow chuckle, "He found me didn't he?"

He pulled me aside by the arm and whispered to me, "Listen I need to ask you something. Is it true that you were banging him when it happened?"

I gave him a nasty scowl. I was upset that he would even ask me that. I responded to him with my disgusted tone, "No. Who the hell even told you that? Wait don't tell me. Bird Johnson?"

"Apparently he heard it from one of Chris' friends."

"Looks like I'll need to have a little chat with Bird later." I am really hoping this rumor doesn't get completely out of control. I'd rather not have my mate come back to school looking like a slut. "Do what you can to kill this... rumor. Please..."

"You don't even need to ask. Do you mind if I stop by later?"

"Sure. Samson would probably enjoy some new company... Eh. You're getting awfully close to my boyfriend Luke. Should I be worried?"

"Ha, ha... only if he's hiding a pair boobs and a vagina." I gave off a laugh with him.

"Trust me he is definitely not..." I gave off a horny purr at the thought of my naked and erect mate. My sound did raise a couple of eye brows but I shrugged it off.

"So... have you ever..." he whispered the last word into my ear, "bottomed?"

"Of course I have! And I even asked for it. Huh... I couldn't sit right for three days!" I think I caught him off guard with how open I was about the subject today. I guess neglecting to 'relieve' myself over the past four days is beginning to take its toll on my self-control.

"What does it... feel like?"

"It can hurt, a lot. Especially given how big he is and that he is covered in barbs." I can't believe that I was now candidly discussing the intricacies of male on male anal sex and my mate's... anatomy, with my very straight friend in the school locker room, "But, it also feels absolutely amazing! I don't know how it compares to vaginal as he's the only one I've ever had sex with. When his cock rakes against your prostate and you feel the surge of pleasure go through your body..." by now I had a very noticeable hard-on pitching a tent in my gym shorts giving off a subtle sent of cat musk. "You can get yourself off without even tou..."

"I think I get the picture... I sure hope you brought an extra pair of boxers with you."

"Why?"

He gave me an uncomfortable chuckle, "Uh... you sort look like you're about to cream yourself just talking to me about it..." he made a slight glance down to my crotch which I swiftly tried to cover with my paws trying to act casually. Thankfully we were the only ones still in the locker room at this point. "You may want to go... help yourself before coming up to gym..." he gave me a devilish smile as he walked away closing the locker room door behind him which is only locked from the inside. I laughed awkwardly for a moment before checking to see if anyone was still in the room. Fortunately I was alone and had the entire room to myself.

I quickly sat with my back to the wall with my legs straddling the bench beneath me. I pulled off my shorts and boxers in one go and threw them aside. I reached into my locker and pulled out my jockstrap which had its fair share of ball sweat, sheath fluids, and pre stains on it. I forgot to bring it home after my last game. I have gotten off a good number of times to the manly scents of my jock after a game.

I held the pouch up to my snout taking in the smell of sweaty teenage lion as my right paw migrated to my crotch to fondle my dangling orbs which were in desperate need of some attention. My cock stood at full attention with a practical river of pre running down from its narrow tip. For the first time in what seemed like forever my cock throbbed from its desperate need of service. A few of the larger veins that I almost never see were poking out accentuating my barb lined shaft.

I moved my paw from my ball sack to the base of my cock and slowly wrapped my finger around it beginning my long stroking motions making pre shoot out from the tip with every movement, my body shuddered with pleasure. I began to pick up the pace with my strokes eliciting some uncontrollable heavy breathing, grunts, and moans from my muzzle as well as some involuntary pelvic thrusts and jerking motions.

I haven't cummed in over four days and I could definitely feel it. I was in heaven and anyone within earshot would know it. Good thing the locker room is in the basement. I pictured myself down on all fours with Samson eating out my ass before moving to violently pound out my tail hole with his most primal passions. I don't really know why I was even thinking about him doing that that to me, I had never really thought about violence during sex before. Just trying to restrain myself a few times. I began moaning out his name as I grew closer and closer not wanting this to end. The musk of several dozen species assailed my nostrils adding greatly to the experience. "Fuck me. Fuck me good!" I couldn't control myself and was now laying back down on the bench jerking my body around wildly.

The jockstrap fell to the floor as the paw that was holding it moved to keep me from falling off the bench. I could feel my claws sinking into the wood leaving lion sized gouges behind. "Fuck!" The bench creaked and groaned underneath me. I felt my body tense up as I let out a gasp and forced my hips into the air spraying my face and the wall behind me in my sticky white fluid. My paw didn't stop its stroking and just kept going. "GROAGH!" I shot my second load half a minute later. Most of this one ended up on my belly. My paws finally fell to my sides as I my chest violently rose and fell.

When I finally got back to breathing normally I stuck my tongue out to lick my lips when I was greeted by the familiar, and still awful, taste of cum. I sat up and grabbed my jock using it as an impromptu cum rag to wipe off my face and the wall behind me. I didn't even think about actually going to the gym at this point, I just wanted to get clean. Thankfully I kept a fur dryer in my locker for after practice showers.

Grabbing the dryer and some soap I proceeded to the showers and turned the knobs. I must have looked like a wreck, but it sure did feel amazing. I stepped into the stream of warm water and began washing off my matted mess. It didn't hit me until now that I had actually cummed this much. The soap seemed to be doing its job at washing it away. I could barely smell it anymore but I'm sure I'll be getting some strange looks from the canines for the rest of the day.

When I was content with my level of cleaning I stepped out of the shower, grabbing one of our team towels and began the first phase of drying myself off before finally finishing the job with the fur dryer.

I went back over to my locker and shoved my jock and gym clothes into the front pocket of my book bag before putting my school clothes back on.

After that I just decided to skip the rest of gym class. I'm sure coach will make me run twenty laps for it later but I'll just tell him that my stomach didn't feel quite right. I left the locker room and found a nice secluded spot to wait for the bell to ring.

The rest of the day wasn't very eventful and I did find myself drawing the olfactory attention of a few of the wolves with Luke giving me some strange looks and giggles. Luke and I did meat up after school so we could walk to my house. Thankfully he didn't bring up anything about what I was doing during gym. I could only imagine what the locker room must have smelled like, probably smelled close to what it would smell like after a big orgy. I just couldn't wait to get back home so I could finally see my mate.

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And so ends DLM Part Nine. In my opinion this is definitely one of the best Parts in the series. Part Ten is coming soon!

Part Ten will hopefully be a little longer than the other Parts as it is going to be the Season One finale of DLM with a Season Two coming after the release of e first two installments of 'Speed'. Hope you enjoyed Part Nine and please leave a comment below with your thoughts or questions.