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Jason stepped out of the shower, having just dried his grey fur using the air system they installed into the showers these days, but he still shook for the fun of it. Ben had driven him home after the meeting with Aaron, and since his parents worked the afternoon shifts he had been able to wash the scent of man-sex from himself before they could get the chance to smell it. He had helped himself to a sandwich and had gone to bed before they got home. And now, having just finished his second shower in less than twelve hours, he felt cleaner and happier than he had in a long time.

He looked himself over in the mirror. His headfur would need to be trimmed again soon, and his sheath was bulging more than usual. He rubbed his paws over it slowly. The thoughts of Scott and the others drifted through his head and he remembered what Ben had said to him on the way home.

"I'm afraid that you can't stay at your parent's house any longer, not just because you need to be with the pack and you live quite a ways off, but because your parent's pack has been...unkind...to us lately. If they get word that you're the packleader then we fear that someone might try to get to you, if you know what I mean. And with you living so far away from us we won't be able to protect you very much." Ben's voice rang from his memory.

Jason had answered, "I was hoping to be able to move closer, but do you really think that it is that necessary?"

Ben had gotten a strange look in his eyes. He had replied, "Did you know that the lions use the betrothal system? Shawn was meant to marry the daughter of a wealthy prideleader, and she had had a crush on him since she was five. That was part of the reason the marriage was planned. When Shawn had come out to them, I was there for him. I was standing with him, holding his hand, when he said he was gay to all of them. Do you know what they did? At first, they laughed. Who ever heard of a gay lion? Let alone a lion that was in love with a wolf of all things. Such things were unheard of to them and we paid dearly for it. That girl he was supposed to marry got so angry that she had me attacked and raped, and made him watch. That's what we're afraid of, the inflexibility of people to something they can't understand."

Jason was stunned. "But, my pack accepted me in a way. They let me stay with my parents like any other wolf would be and they didn't much care other than that I stay away from everyone in the pack but my parents. They can't really care if I go to a new pack that doesn't care if I'm gay?"

Ben had stayed quiet for a minute or two before answering. "Jason, just trust me. They are afraid of us because what is normal to us would be unthinkable to them."

Back in the present, Jason had dressed and was packing his clothes and other possessions. He thought carefully about how he would explain his moving to his parents, his dad would, more likely than not, be ok with it, but his mom would be crying a fountain, whether tears of joy or sadness he didn't yet know. His parents loved him very much. When he had come out to them, after the shock wore off, his dad had sneaked him a gay porn magazine with a note that quoted the bible, "Unto thy own self be true." And his mom had made him a paw-woven bracelet with a rainbow pattern with a note that said, "I know it's none of my business what your father gives you, but even if you were straight I would still ask that you throw it away."

Jason smiled as he pulled out that very bracelet, the magazine had worn out a long time ago, but he still had this reminder of them and their love. And he would wear it often at the den from now on. He wiped his eyes and shut his grey suitcase. He looked over his now-barren room. He knew that this was the end, and at the same time, the beginning. Jason walked up the stairs to the family room, his parents were sitting together watching TV and they turned it off the instant they saw his suitcase.

"Are you going somewhere Jason?" His mother said.

"Yes, I'm moving in with the rest of my pack." Jason said as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"So, you found a you-know-what then...?" His dad smiled.

"That's one reason." Jason chuckled. Wolfs tended to stay with their parents until they found a mate and then they and their mate pooled their funds to get their own house to have a litter in. "But I don't think we're quite to that level yet. The pack wants me to move in because I live to far away and they think I'll be late for too many meetings."

His parents nodded, they understood the real reason. They had long argued to let him stay with them, so they knew exactly who his pack feared. His dad had gotten on the internet and looked up this pack, he guessed that it was MOSTLY gay, he was almost right. He told his wife that afternoon before they left for work.

"We understand honey," His mother said, her voice was shaking and her eyes were watering. "If you think that it's best, then you know we support you."

"Thanks mom," Jason said. He hugged her and then hugged his dad. "I love you both." Jason took his suitcase out the front door with him, leaving his now crying mother with his father. He stuffed his junk in the back and pulled out of his driveway. He wondered how often he would get to see the reddish-brown house that he grew up in again.

Jason turned at a stoplight on the way out, seeing the same trees and buildings pass by that had passed with Michael. The streets got progressively less familiar, and he had to turn around several times to keep going the way he knew was right. Turning left, right, right, right, left, left, right, left and repeating it again, it took a few minutes of circling before he realized he couldn't find his way back either. He was suddenly extremely grateful that Ben had given him his cell number. He pulled his cell phone out of his jean shorts and searched through the contacts for his name. He pressed call the instant he found it.

"Hello?" Ben answered, trying without success to hide a moan.

"Hey Ben, it's Jason. I'm kinda lost here."

"Where are you?"

"Pastey Lane, and I just passed Ambrosia and Harry Road." Jason said as he looked around for street signs.

"Ok, I know just where you are. You got pretty close, just take a right at the second stoplight and then follow that to the fifth stop sign where you take a left and the den should be on you left not too far ahead, and if you get to a stoplight, you've gone too far."

"Thanks Ben, you're a lifesaver." Jason said as he took the right.

"I've heard that before," Ben said, and Jason swore he heard someone laugh in the background.

"Who is that?"

"That's Shawn, my boyfriend."

"Tell him he's a lucky guy to score with you." Jason replied, remembering what had been said about the two.

"Thank you Jason!" a slightly higher pitched voice said, presumably Shawn. "Bye! I have business with my BF."

"Don't spoil him to bad." Jason chuckled. He hung up the phone and turned right at the fifth stop sign. According to Ben, the den wasn't much farther. And sure enough, it appeared from behind the giant tree Jason had seen coming in and out. He pulled into the large driveway and parked next to the red van. He stepped out, and having not worn shoes today, nearly burned his footpaws on the concrete. He snatched his stuff from his silver car, and hopped to the door. Lucky for him there was a mat there. He knocked a few times before the door was opened.

"Hi Jason!"

"Hi Jason!" The twins sang out together.

"Hey John, hey Don. Where do I put my stuff?" Jason said as they let him in. Jason took off his shirt before they replied.

"This way." They harmonized again. Jason followed them up the stairs; they took him to the first door on the left. "Being packleader-" one of the twins started. "You get the master bedroom-" the other said. "For now." The first one finished. The master bedroom was about half as big as the living room, or the den's bedroom, but the majority of it was taken up by an enormous waterbed. There were nightstands on both sides of it, both with lamps and alarm clocks, and sunlight shone down from the skylight above the end of it. "Are you claws dulled?" they said, together again.

"Yep," Jason smiled. He threw his grey suitcase to the side, ran over and belly-flopped into the waterbed and rode the waves that he caused.

"Careful there, we don't want it to bust again." One of the twins said. Jason sat up and bounced a few times.

"So, which one of you is who?"

"I'm John; my fur is lighter than Don's." John said.

"Barely...." Don said.

"Oh, did I upset you Don?" John smiled. "You're not gonna cry like it's your first time are you?"

"Shut up." Don said impassively.

"I didn't cry my first time, I wonder why you did?"

"SHUT UP!" Don yelled at his sibling.

"Aww, poor Don." Jason said. "Is John pressing your buttons?" Jason got off the bed. "Do you need the big, strong packleader to make you feel better?" Jason slid his paws down the back of Don's pants. "Hmm?" Don said nothing; his body shivered and fell back into Jason's arms. Jason licked his lips. Both he and Don had their pant off in seconds, and they fell onto the bed.

"Don't leave me out of the fun." John said, naked like they were.

Jason pulled Don down by the ears to his throbbing cock, and Don licked it and savored its taste. John came up behind his brother and pulled his tail up as he rimmed him. The waterbed rose and fell beneath them as the twins' movements encouraged it to audibly splash. Don's expertise at cocksucking was evident from the first lick, right to all the spots Jason loved, and it was wet and had warmth that didn't fade from his tongue as he licked over and over at a speed that was as teasing as it was satisfying. Jason's tail was flailing behind him when Don encased his cock in muzzle, and John had his slobbery tongue inside Don's tailhole and wiggled it around.

Jason rubbed Don's fuzzy ears forcefully, and Don pushed his muzzle farther down, up to the point that his black nose was snugly entrenched in Jason's grey crotchfur. Jason's cock slid gently along the back of Don's slick throat, causing not only Jason but Don to murr in delight as the cock dribbled pre into the white wolf. The scent that filled the room was thick like steam, and it soaked into everything like hickory smoke. John was drooling so hard at his brother's tailhole that it snuck back and down into his neckfur, and the occasional wipe from his paw did little to help, as it was covered in his own pre and made it even messier.

Don was enjoying all the treatment from his brother and Jason, his cock was already pouring pre all over itself and he hadn't yet touched it. It was not uncommon for him to cum without anyone touching his cock, much to the jealousy of his brother who could not get off without his cock being in his paw or another's holes. John had been sure to loosen his brother's holes every time he made fun of him like that, and normally the reverse was true about other things. No matter how many fights they got into, they always got closer in the end.

John pulled his tongue out of his brother and filled it with a few fingers. Don pushed back onto his brother's fingers before they even got past the first knuckle, sending them deeper into the white twin's hole. Don moaned loudly around Jason's dripping cock. John had put two of his fingers in, and now he shoved another, with the moans and squirming that followed, and a forth. Don had often let John get all of his fingers in and play with his tailhole, he loved the way they massaged his prostate gently, and his moans came like pants on a midsummer's day.

"Hey there, let's focus a bit huh?" Jason said. He pressed Don's head closer to his crotch-fur, and held him there. Don still continued to moan, but he did try to suck and lick on Jason's cock. "John, stop messing with your brother, he's losing bodily control because of all the pleasure you're giving." Jason pulled Don up and away from his brother, and threw him onto the bed. The waterbed wiggled and shook as he hit with a slap. Jason didn't bother to look at John's displeased face; he positioned himself behind Don's up-turned rump and hiked Don's tail up. He pushed all seven-and-a-half inches into the loosened tailhole.

Don yipped and eek-ed and yiffed as Jason settled into a fast-paced humping that hammered his prostate, drool seeping subtly from the corners of Don's maw. John was pawing at his own erection as he watched his brother's ass getting sodomized, and he wanted a piece of the action. He crawled onto the waterbed so as to not cause any unnecessary splashing, not like his brother and Jason could pay attention to it if they tried. John snuck up behind Jason and licked his own paw. He rubbed his saliva all over his erection and swatted Jason's tail away as if it was an annoying fly. He grabbed his brother's hips in front of the two of them and rubbed his cock over Jason's tailhole.

Jason moaned in delight, slowing his thrusts to let John move more easily into him. John took the opportunity that Jason gave to him and pushed forward much like Jason had done to his brother. Jason grunted as John push past his prostate but didn't stop pumping his own rod into Don. The three moved slowly at first. Exploring how to move in ways that gave the most pleasure, they grinded and panted while their privates were being messied with pre and sweat. More than once a tail fluffed into someone's face before being grabbed and swatted away.

Don was feeling wonderful, Jason's seven-inch-prick was jamming his prostate at the perfect angle, he was able to paw at his own length without much trouble, and he still had the taste of Jason swimming through his maw. His nose was flooded with the thick, rich scent of horny men coming not only from the three fresh sources but the gentle smell that refused to wash out of the sheets below. His tongue rolled out of the side of his muzzle, oozing drool out of his muzzle, and his eyes were both rolled and shut in the overly stimulating treatment he was getting.

John adored how tight Jason was, it felt like he didn't get fucked nearly as often as either of the twins, and it had been a while since anyone offered to let his eight-incher play around with their backdoor, so for this one to be as tight as it was had John acting oddly like his brother. Not only was his tongue flapping out the side of his muzzle, not only where his eyes looking to the heavens, but he was tightly wrapping his arms around Jason's waist so he could hump his ass more effectively. He could feel his pre dripping out of Jason's hole, it drooled down his prick and sunk into his sheath's fur, which only rubbed back up his cock and lubricated him further to start the process all over again.

If John and Don were in heaven, then Jason must have been OD-ing on pleasure. John was thumping against his prostate, and his cock was sinking deeper into Don's ass, and his stamina was wearing thin quickly. He panted in the damp air, he ruffled Don's hip-fur as he moved his paws back and forth, and his cock squirted pre deep inside of Don. He half moaned, half howled when John got his dick to dig into his prostate with a good thrust, he licked his chops when he felt John's knot growing just outside of his tailhole, and he wiped his head of the sweat that threatened to enter his eyes. Jason was thrilled that he had twins to play with today; he had thought that today he would have to whip out his dildo set in order to get any action today with everyone gone. If this was the way he could be expected to be treated as packleader, then his rule was going to be long.

John was the first to spooge, sending his white goo all over the insides of Jason's ass. Jason felt the liquid slosh in him, it was warm and wet and made John's cock throb against his prostate. Jason's climax hit with the last of John's thrusts and with Jason ramming his knot into Don's tailhole. The cum pooled as his cock twitched in Don's hole, and Don came without being touched again, which added to the bed sheets that seemed to have the semen soaked into their very molecules.

The three's momentum slowed after their climaxes, and they collapsed onto each other. The heap of fur just laid there for a while, enjoying the warmth of each fur. But eventually John pulled out of Jason and stretched on the side of the bed, and Jason pulled out of Don and leaned against the headboard. Don grabbed his own ass and kneaded it while he got up and put his pants back on.

"Well then, I'll just take your stuff to mine and Don's room then, but give us a little bit first as we need to pack our things." John said after he yanked his pants up and slid off the bed.

"What?"

"Well, I am packleader now; your messy butt is proof of that. Hey Don," John said to his brother as they turned off to the left. "I think it's time I used one of those perks we packleaders get: suck me off."

Jason blinked in amazement for a minute or two, he was no longer packleader? Jason had not actually realized how new packleaders are chosen, they submit, physically, to another in the pack and the role is transferred. However, now that he did know, there was something he needed to do.

Jason snuck out of the bedroom, tip-toeing to where he heard John moan dominantly. It was around the corner, and they had apparently hadn't even gotten into their room before John made Don start sucking him off. Jason took advantage of John's high raised tail and, in one swift movement, grabbed John's tail and hiked it up with one paw, aimed and scored his cock up John's tailhole, and grabbed Don's head and pulled him closer so John couldn't escape.

"SURPRISE BUTTSEX!!!" Jason yelled. John yipped and tried to jump out of reflex but couldn't. Jason humped his cock in farther, not having to be slow as his cock was still lubed from his previous fuck with Don. He slid past John's prostate and pulled back, hammering the bump with sharp thrusts. John lost coherent speech, for all that came out of his muzzle were lewd moans and pants and barks. Jason bit John's shoulder roughly, and humped faster, and practically skewered Don's head on John's cock.

"Fuck..." was all that John eventually managed to say before Jason slammed into his prostate again. Jason saw that Don's tail was wagging happily behind him; he was excited to see John getting his just desserts. 'Just desserts' was what Jason was calling it. John, however, thought that it was more along the lines of Jason's horny libido not being entirely satisfied with the three-way.

Don slurped hungrily at his brother's dick, wanting to taste him again. He could feel his brother being so close to cumming, and all it would take would be a few more good pumps of Jason to give Don his little white treat.

Jason was close too, John's hole was warm and wet like his brother's, but it was a little tighter from having not have been fucked today. It was feeling really good. Jason moaned as he threw his head back, and then leaned forward and clamped down on John's shoulder again. Although he had not been able to get his knot in, he still fired rope after rope of warm cum up John's tailhole. John moaned as he too fired ropes of semen, but into his brothers waiting maw.

Jason pulled out and slapped John on the butt, "Still packleader."

"Hey," Don started. "This means you're the lowest ranking member of the pack now." Don smiled wickedly. "Suck it."

Jason just rounded the corner to go unpack his things when he mumbled, "Worse than foxes, I swear."