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Richard Wolfe scowled at the letter in his hand. His white-tipped, black-furred fingers crinkled the paper, and his brow began to furrow as he read the formal black text printed on it.

Notice of Closure

We regret to inform you that due to company budget cuts, we have elected to close the facility under your management...

"'Facility' they call it..." Richard scoffed. "Twenty damn years I've managed this store and they don't even have the decency to fire me in person!?"

He crushed the paper in his fist and threw it straight down into the garbage next to his desk. The room wasn't a large office, but he had come to like it over the years despite the cracking paint on the walls and the door that squeaked whenever it was opened too far. A large window separated the office from the rest of the store and through it he could see his employees reading their letters as well. What was he going to tell them? Richard looked down at the stained carpet and the pile of papers cluttering his desk. Inventory lists, finance forms, bills, and tax receipts filled his vision as he leaned his elbows on the desk and put his hands over his face, dragged them downward in frustration. When he looked up, Carl, one of his assistant managers was opening his office door. The cheetah was younger than Richard's fifty years, but not by much.

"They're closing the store!?" Carl asked angrily, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't know either!" Richard snapped back.

The door squeaked as the cheetah glanced from the black wolf in the office to the letter in his hand as if trying to decipher a code. Richard's eyes darted around the room like a scolded child as he waited for Carl to say something, anything so that he could keep his own, angry mouth shut.

"Sorry, it's just..." Carl said. "Rich, you should really talk to everyone about this. They could use some words from the top, you know? Something to let them know you were just as in the dark as they were."

Richard sighed. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now, let alone his entire staff about how they were all losing their jobs. "Yeah, I know," he said, speaking slowly so that he could carefully choose his words. "It's almost lunch time so call everyone into the training room please." The older wolf's voice was strained. He didn't want to tell Carl what he was really thinking: that the employees would probably blame him anyway no matter what he said to them. Carl was right, though, it was best to get the announcement over with. Besides, after two decades as manager Richard should have been used to everyone blaming him for everything.

***

Richard sat in his car, stuck in traffic on his way home- the cherry on top of an already miserable day. The notice of closure gave them two weeks of sales before the store would be shuttered for good, but the old wolf wouldn't have blamed his employees for finding other jobs before then. The whole situation was fucked. Richard was in his fifties. He had no employment prospects other than his current job, and he had worked his tail off to get to where he was. He couldn't even think of looking for a new job at his age. Who would hire him? His fists clenched on the steering wheel and he ground his teeth together as he played an interview scenario over and over in his head. It always ended with the potential employer laughing him out of the office.

Traffic inched forward.

Richard scratched his ear near his hands-free cell phone device and sighed heavily. This just wasn't his week. His cell buzzed and rang, punctuating that thought with an exclamation point when he saw the name on the caller ID: Boves and Meuller Law Offices. Richard's teeth started grinding anew as he tapped the screen to answer the call.

"Richard Wolfe speaking," he said in a terse tone.

"Hello, Dick," the voice on the other end of the line said. "I'm call-"

"Don't call me that!"

"Er... sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm calling to set up an appointment so that you can come to the office to sign the annulment forms." The voice sounded so chipper that it almost felt like an insult. Richard was silent for a while, continuing to grind his teeth as he tried to collect his thoughts enough so that he wouldn't immediately start yelling at the lawyer when he opened his mouth. "Mr. Wolfe? Hello?"

"S-sorry, I'm still here. I just had a really bad day so... Look, I have no idea when I'll have time," Richard said.

"Well we really need your signature before we can proceed," The lawyer said. "I'm sure none of us want this to go to court so how does Friday at two pm sound?"

Richard ignored the poorly disguised threat as best he could. "Okay, fine. Friday at two. I'll sign and then Debbie will get her goddamn money." He almost punched the phone to end the call and sat there fuming for several minutes as traffic continued to crawl.

Eventually, he made it past the fender bender that was making all of the idiots in front of him rubberneck. Richard glanced at the accident himself a bit before speeding off down the highway toward his exit. His house was only a short drive down the road, and soon he pulled into the garage meant for two. The other half was empty. Deborah, his wife, had only packed a week of clothing when she left, but that had been almost three weeks ago. Over the last few years, the two of them had argued more and more often, usually over pointless, trivial things. Richard knew there was something else bothering her and when she told him what it was before she left, it made him even more angry. Deborah had come to an understanding with God. She had always been devout since Richard had known her, even though he himself wasn't particularly religious. She had told him that she couldn't love him anymore. She had said that his hate was blinding him and there was no way she could justify to God the way Richard had treated their sons.

So she left him. Of course Richard was bitter about it.

He exited his car and slammed the door, fumbling with his keys as he stepped onto the wide, Victorian-style porch. He eventually got the door open and stepped inside, slamming that door behind him as well. The wolf kicked off his shoes near the shoe rack, not bothering to actually put the shoes on the rack, and dumped his work belongings in a pile near the door. His wife wasn't around to nag him about that anymore anyway. He stomped through the large, empty house, fixing himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner and eventually parking his butt in front of the television, hoping for a temporary distraction.

Richard fidgeted as he flipped through the four hundred or so channels. The living room was open to the dining room, making the wolf feel very lonely in the cavernous space. He didn't know what to do with himself. It was only six-thirty.

By the time he got to channel three hundred and forty-seven, he realized that he had been clenching and unclenching his jaw for the entire time. God damn it, he needed to find something to distract him from all of this bullshit stress and loneliness. He sighed as he turned off the TV and started pacing around his living room. He could always go to the bar. Drinking usually helped to calm him down and make him forget about life's pointless garbage.

Richard called a taxi. He knew he would almost certainly be too drunk to drive home after the night he had planned. It wasn't long before the honk of the taxi's horn outside made him pull his shoes on and head out the door. The driver was a weasel who stayed mercifully silent for most of the drive to Richard's favorite establishment: The Watering Hole. Richard paid the weasel and pushed his way through the door.

The inside of The Hole was dimly lit and smoky, just the way he liked it. The room had been renovated a few years back and the hardwood floor no longer creaked under foot. The bar itself was also made of wood, Richard didn't know what kind, and the stools were refurbished holdovers from the prohibition days. Kevin, the owner and bartender of the joint loved to trawl antique stores and auctions for classy furniture, which was where he had obtained most of the tables and booths. Behind the bar, sat rows and rows of liquor bottles, many of which Richard couldn't name.

The old wolf noticed a few familiar faces, both male and female, as he slid into a seat at the bar and waved to Kevin. The broad-chested gorilla came over, rubbing a piece of cloth along the inside of a glass.

"Hey, Rich. Haven't seen you here in a while," the gorilla said. "What can I get you?"

"Whiskey on the rocks," Richard said. "Give me the strongest shit you have, Kevin."

The gorilla nodded. "Yeah, looks like you need a strong one tonight. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," Richard said flatly.

"Fair enough," Kevin replied as he produced a short glass from under the bar and dropped some ice into it.

The older wolf took another glance around the bar as he waited for his drink. The place wasn't too busy at the moment, only a handful of people sitting around the room, but he knew that would change once eight o'clock rolled around. No one looked interesting enough for him to ponder their life story, and that was a shame. Half of the reason he came to this bar was to watch people. Not in a creepy way, or anything. He just liked guessing why people were there. He knew it was a strange hobby.

"One whiskey on the rocks," Kevin said, bringing Richard's attention back to the bar. "Two fifty. You opening a tab tonight?"

Richard shook his head and handed him the cash and took a sip, revelling in the feeling of the coarse burning sensation as the liquor traveled down his throat. He was going to lose his income. He had no fallback plan, no money squirreled away outside of his IRA, and if he withdrew that early, he would have to pay taxes on it. Then Debbie was going to take half of what he currently had in the divorce... He took a deep breath, trying to get his mind to stop worriedly whizzing about in his head. The old wolf took another drink. Kevin appeared again in front of him, washing his hands in a small sink behind the bar.

"I have to be honest, Rich," Kevin said. "You look like shit. What happened?"

Richard took another gulp and clenched his jaw as he swallowed. "I'm fine. Work has just been... really stressful." He raised the glass to his lips again and downed the last of the drink. He tapped the bar as he put the glass back down.

"Same thing?" Kevin asked.

"No. Bourbon this time."

Kevin gave the old wolf a sidelong glance as he put another glass on the bar and dropped some ice into it. The liquor followed soon after and Richard slid him another two fifty before gulping down half of the glass in one swig.

"Stress relief is fine, but at that pace, you're likely to drink yourself into a coma. Don't do that in my bar."

Richard fixed him with a blank stare as he chewed on an ice cube. "Are you kicking me out?"

"Not yet. But don't assume I won't just because you're a regular."

Richard nodded and took a smaller sip from his glass this time, turning in his seat to glance around the room at the other patrons. It must have been close to eight by now. The drive over to the bar from his place was about forty minutes alone. He noticed a few of the patrons leaving until the room was sparsely filled with only men. Richard shrugged and took another sip. Someone paid the Jukebox and Wham! began drifting over the tinny speakers. The older wolf wrinkled his nose at the sound and polished off his second drink as a large group of new men piled into the room from the street. A lion caught Richard's eye, better dressed than the rest, as he sauntered toward the bar. Most of the others sat at the few tables around the room.

"Hey Kevin-" Richard said as he turned around, but abruptly stopped when he noticed the gorilla was taking someone else's order down the bar.

The wolf tapped his finger idly on the wood bar top as he rested his chin in the palm of his other hand. He had only finished two drinks, but he could already feel the familiar buzz that he was hoping the liquor would provide. Jesus, he hadn't done this in a long time. Back when he was a weekly regular at The Hole, he could pack away at least four before feeling anything. Kevin glanced over at him and he waved the gorilla over.

"Could I have a vodka this time?" Richard asked.

Kevin blinked for a moment, surprised at the wolf's change of tone, before he replied, "Sure, Rich."

"I-It doesn't have to be as strong," the old wolf said.

Kevin nodded and went about preparing the drink. "You got it, buddy."

***

Jerome walked briskly down the street through the cool night air. It was almost eight o'clock and that meant he was on the prowl. It had been almost a month since the older lion had taken anyone to bed and he was practically throbbing in anticipation. It had been self-imposed abstinence. The lion found that if he denied himself release for long enough, the intensity of climax was so much more rewarding. He just wished he had a regular enough fuck buddy to force someone else to abstain for just as long.

But none of that mattered. Tonight, he was going to find a man and tonight, he was going to finally get off. Jerome pushed through the group of people outside of The Watering Hole and went inside at the head of the pack. A few of the men in the group were his type, but he was in the mood for a challenge, not some easy trick that he could pound one out into and then toss away like a dirty sock. He loved Monday nights at The Hole. It was easy to pick and choose his desired prey on Mondays because everyone who came to The Hole on a Monday knew what they were going to get.

Or at least, that's what Jerome assumed.

As he strode into the dimly lit bar, an unfamiliar wolf on one of the bar stools caught his eye. The wolf had black fur and white-tipped fingers, and was dressed like he had just come from a long, hard day at an office. He was somewhat pudgy, with the sort of belly that came from easy desk work, and must have been older than Jerome himself, judging from the strands of grey in his hair and around his muzzle. The lion had to admit that the wolf was handsome, but he would take his time. Jerome needed to take in all that the night had to offer before making his choice. After all, he had waited almost a month already. What was another few hours in the face of that? The lion calmly walked across the room to sit at the bar as the wolf turned around and called the bartender over to order a drink.

***

"One vodka on the rocks," Kevin said.

"Thanks," Richard replied as he slid the money over the bar.

Kevin moved to the left a few stools- toward the lion- and Richard watched out of the corner of his eye as he took a sip.

"Hey, Kev," the lion said. "Long time, no see."

"I was wondering where you had been, Jerome," the gorilla replied. "What's your poison tonight?"

"Make me a Manhattan if you would, stout yeoman."

The lion had a baritone voice and his jovial attitude made Richard once again grind his teeth. Jerome was wearing a grey sport jacket over a purple dress shirt that was open at the collar, revealing the top of his toned chest. Richard guessed the shirt was made of satin or a similar material due to the way it shined even in the bar's low light. Jerome kept his hair short and his chin bare, free from the typical lion beard. Richard found his foggy head admiring how handsome the lion looked in his grey dress slacks and immaculately polished shoes. At best, the wolf's attire was grubby by comparison, and he grimaced a bit to himself as he polished off the vodka. He looked down at his chubby gut with disdain.

"Rich, you still with us?" Kevin asked.

The wolf lifted his head abruptly and nodded. "I'm fine, just haven't done this in a while."

"Don't pass out on my bar. I don't want to call the cops to detox you."

"Hey, Kevin..." Richard spoke slowly as if trying to fish each word from the sea of liquor that was clouding his senses. "Where did all the gals go?"

The gorilla raised an eyebrow at him. "You've never been in here on a Monday before, have you?"

Richard shook his head.

"Makes sense I guess. I never thought you were the type anyway, but then again, I've seen all kinds of guys in here on mondays: married and single, young and old." The gorilla smiled at Richard's confused expression. "Monday is unofficially 'Gay Night.'"

The wolf's stomach turned over at the gorilla's words and he gulped to keep bile from rising to the back of his throat. He looked around the room again to see that indeed, there were only men in the bar now. A song by Prince drifted over the jukebox speakers and Richard gritted his teeth more furiously as he turned to stand up from the bar.

"What's wrong?" Kevin asked.

"I have to go," Richard said as he hopped off of the stool. The world spun around him as his feet touched the floor and the floor boards rushed upward to greet him.

"Easy now," Jerome's voice said near his ear as the lion's strong arms prevented him from hitting the floor.

"Don't touch me, fa-"

"You really don't want to finish that sentence, old man," the lion said in a serious tone. "Now, since you obviously can't walk, I'm going to put you back in that seat and you and I are going to have a friendly little chat until a cab arrives, alright?"

Richard clenched his jaw in frustration before conceding to the lion with a nod. The wolf couldn't believe that he was already this wasted off of only three drinks, but then again, he had asked for it. As Jerome helped the older wolf back up onto the bar stool, Richard's gaze drifted to the lion's crotch and then quickly moved to the bar top. Why had he done that? It was the liquor, right? Yeah it must have been the alcohol making him do weird things. Jerome slid onto the stool next to the older wolf as he took a sip of his Manhattan.

"Let me buy you another drink." Jerome asked. "It doesn't have to be liquor. Hey, Kev, call a cab for this guy, would you?"

Richard narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the younger lion. He guessed that Jerome must have been in his forties. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Well I just believe that people can change. Being hateful doesn't feel very good, does it?"

Richard scoffed.

"I'm not a fa-" the wolf swallowed a sudden lump in his throat as the lion looked directly into his eyes. "I-interested in other men."

"I won't lie and say that I haven't heard that before..." the lion's eyes twinkled with mischief.

Richard glared at him.

"Relax, it's a joke!" Jerome said.

Richard scoffed and turned back to the bartender. "Kevin, could I have some orange juice please?"

"Sure, Rich. That'll be one twenty five. Cab's on the way too." The gorilla swiftly poured a glass and set it in front of the older wolf.

"He's paying," Richard said, jutting a thumb toward Jerome.

The lion rolled his eyes as he fished for his wallet.

"You did offer me a drink," The wolf said as he sipped on the juice and tried to stop the bar from spinning around his head.

"You're right, I did. So you're name's Rich, huh?"

"Richard to you."

"Ok then, Richard. What do you do for a living?"

The older wolf glanced over at Jerome, unsure of where the question was heading. He suddenly remembered an uncle, his father's brother. He was an asshole who treated the rest of the family like shit and who also slept with other men. Richard was looking for an ulterior motive in everything the lion said. There was no way that the lion was being nice to him just because. There had to be some unsavory reason, just like his uncle always had.

"I'm a store manager," Richard said.

"A reasonable profession," the lion replied. "Do you like doing it?"

"I've been doing it for twenty years so yeah, I must enjoy it, right?"

"And yet... you're here on a Monday night, trying to drink yourself under the bar."

Richard didn't have a witty response. He clenched his fist around the cold glass of juice as he took a large gulp. His eyes wandered to the left, resting on Jerome's bare, muscled chest between the open collar of the lion's dress shirt. He took another sip of the orange juice as his gaze wandered downward before he caught himself and turned his head back to the bar. What the hell was wrong with him? His alcohol-addled mind kept conjuring memories that he had tried to forget. Dreams he had when he was much younger of secret, lewd, taboo meetings between attractive, masculine men. His parents had hammered home how evil his uncle had been. How his uncle's lifestyle was so wrong. Jerome's kindness, though, was making him doubt. The older wolf gritted his teeth and decided to distract his brain by asking the lion a question of his own.

"What about you? What do you do for work?"

Jerome chuckled softly as he finished his drink. "I'm a therapist. And for a man who almost called me a faggot, your eyes do some interesting wandering."

Richard's mouth became dry and he took another gulp of the cold drink in his hand. It didn't help. "I-I'm not-"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's no harm in being curious about it. Go ahead and ask me anything you want about me. Until your cab arrives, I'm an open book."

Richard chewed on an ice cube, unsure of what to say as he looked at the lion's smiling features. The room's spinning had slowed down a bit, but he didn't think he'd be able to make it outside without some help. Those drinks must have been really, really strong.

"I won't bite your head off," Jerome said with a grin.

"Uh... When did you um... start..."

"Seeing other men?"

Richard nodded.

"Well I won't gross you out with explicit details, but I must have been around eighteen or nineteen when I had my first real experience, but I had been fantasizing about it for a few years before that."

Richard sucked on another ice cube as he thought about the lion's answer. "Same age as..." he mumbled.

"What was that?" Jerome asked.

"Nothing." Richard couldn't deny his subconscious. He had sort of wanted to hear the explicit details, and lewd thoughts about Jerome kept bubbling to the surface in his drunken haze. He hadn't felt this way about another man in damn near thirty-five years. Of course, back then, he pushed it aside and buried it. It made him wonder how long he had forced his own sons to do the same. Shit. He barely knew this lion and his stupid evil mind was conjuring up these exquisite images. Richard could feel the crotch of his pants getting tighter and he grimaced at himself.

Kevin returned, pulling Richard out of his perverse thoughts. "The cab is waiting for you outside, Rich. Can you make it there on your own?"

The older wolf thought for just a moment. He could have walked away. He could have nodded and hopped off the stool, pushing his forbidden desires back under the rug in his mind where they had apparently always been. But...

"I-" He glanced over at Jerome's kind, smiling face. "I don't think so."

"I can give him a hand, Kev. If he lets me." The lion said in that wonderfully attractive voice.

Richard simply nodded. Jerome stood up from his stool and put his arm under Richard's, gently lifting the wolf to the floor. Richard pretended to be more drunk than he was and for the first time that night, he realized just how good Jerome smelled. It was a masculine scent, no trace of cologne. It was manly, somehow comforting, and Richard desperately needed to be comforted. The two made their way out of The Watering Hole and towards the yellow taxi parked on the street. Richard was quickly realizing that it was do or die with this handsome lion. Once he was put into the cab, would Jerome leave him to go back inside? The wolf's heart thudded in his chest as his mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse to get the lion to come with him. He was running out of time. The taxi door yawned open and Jerome helped him sit down. It was now or never!

"Where to?" The badger driver asked.

The lion was about to open his mouth when Richard's desperate, drunken lips pressed against his, the wolf's heart beating so fast that it threatened to explode into a thousand tiny, shameful butterflies in his chest. The kiss was brief, only a few seconds, but to the older wolf it felt like years had gone by. Jerome smiled kindly to him when their lips parted.

"I thought you said you weren't into men," he whispered.

Richard's ears burned red with embarrassment. "N-normally, I'm n-not but... y-you're just so nice and... I-I really just..."

"Come on, guys. Where are we going?" The cab driver said impatiently.

"Just hold on a minute," the lion replied before turning back to the older wolf. "It's your choice, Richard. Do you want to go home or would you like to come back to my place?"

The wolf's heart fluttered in his chest and his stomach dropped out from under him. Was he really going to go through with this? After everything that he had been taught? After everything that he had put his family through, he didn't deserve the lion's compassion, but he sure as hell wanted it! But Richard didn't feel comfortable going to Jerome's house.

"D-do you want to come back to my place instead?" He asked.

The lion gave him a cheeky grin as he slid into the cab next to the older wolf. "Do you have lube at your place?"

"Er... yeah..."

"Then I would absolutely love to come over, handsome."

***

Nearly an hour later, Richard and Jerome were sitting next to each other on Richard's couch. Jerome had another drink in his hand that the older wolf had mixed for him, and the lion's arm was wrapped around the fidgeting canine's shoulder. Richard felt his stomach rolling over on itself as the lion's masculine scent drifted into his nostrils. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but the alcohol dulled his better judgement, and the handsome lion's personality would have made resisting this particular urge difficult even if the wolf was sober. Jerome put down his drink on the coffee table and he reached over, rubbing Richard's chest.

"Relax, Rich," Jerome said.

"S-sorry, I've never done this before..."

Jerome chuckled and began undoing the buttons on Richard's shirt. "Sex is sex. I promise I'll make you feel real good."

The lion's warm hand slid beneath the fabric and squeezed one of Richard's pecs. The lion's touch was electric and made Richard groan in spite of his inhibitions. The wolf gripped Jerome's leg and slouched on the couch as he let the younger lion do as he pleased. The feline purred and finished removing the wolf's shirt before tossing it aside. His own soon joined the wolf's on the floor, and then he set about undoing Richard's belt and opening his trousers. Richard's mind was racing at this point. His erection throbbed in his briefs, surely visible to the lion's hungry eyes. Jerome leaned over and nibbled at Richard's neck, dragging his rough tongue over the wolf's black fur. The wolf panted and whimpered in response, moaning outright when Jerome gripped his length and squeezed. Jerome lifted his muzzle to Richard's lips and the passionate kiss that followed shattered the old wolf's world. His nose was filled with the lion's masculine scent and it made his eyes roll up in his head from desire. Jerome slid his fingers under the waistband of the wolf's briefs, tickling the head of his erection with the soft digits. The kiss went on and on, and Richard was losing himself in the lion's more dominant embrace. Jerome pulled down Richard's pants, dropping them to his ankles and letting his stiff length spring free. He broke the kiss to glance down at the wolf's chubby belly and pulsing meat.

"It seems like you're enjoying this," the lion said, grinning.

"Y-yeah..." Richard replied, ears turning crimson with embarrassment.

Jerome winked at him. "Allow me to blow your mind."

Richard's breath caught in his throat as Jerome wrapped his fingers around the base of his length and squeezed, trapping the blood within the wolf's engorged cock. The lion pressed his other hand into Richard's chest and swallowed the wolf's entire erection in one go. Richard groaned and huffed, eyes bugging out of his head as he watched the lion go down on him. Fuck his inhibitions. This felt too good to be wrong. He fumbled with the lion's belt and clumsily pulled down Jerome's pants. The feline's purring vibrated that rough tongue against Richard's shaft, making him bite his lower lip from the intense sensation. The older wolf had never seen a feline dick before and he gripped the base experimentally, watching with wonder and some trepidation as the barbs just below the crown flared. Richard momentarily forgot about the pleasurable feelings on his cock and slid sideways on the couch to lick gently at Jerome's tip. He grimaced a bit at the salty precum, but the memory of his forbidden dreams from childhood drove him wild with lust. He wanted to swallow Jerome's cock. He wanted to give the lion the same pleasure he was receiving. His lips slid over the lion's length and he cautiously touched the flaring barbs with his tongue. They weren't actually sharp, thankfully, merely fleshy nubs that were firm and pulsed against the wolf's smooth tongue. Richard's heart raced in his chest as he felt his knot start to swell and Jerome's tip reached the back of his mouth. He gagged. The lion pulled out, removing his lips from the older wolf's shaft.

"Sorry," Richard said.

"Don't apologize. It's your first time." The lion grinned as he rubbed Richard's pudgy belly gently. "To tell you the truth, I'm in the mood for something a little more intense. Would you be ok with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'd like to fuck you."

Richard's mind was a mixture of excitement and doubt that whirled around like a chaotic tornado. In spite of his misgivings, he felt himself nodding to the lion, laying his personal desires bare before this practical stranger. Jerome moved to the wolf's legs, positioning himself in between them as Richard rolled onto his back on the couch. The lion lifted his rump and reached for the bottle of lube that they had placed on the coffee table earlier. The older wolf's cock throbbed in anticipation, knot already swelling near the base. The lion smeared the lube onto his cock and dribbled some of hit down Richard's taint. The wolf gasped at the cold fluid and then huffed hotly when Jerome's finger slowly pried him open. The lion hadn't lied. It was certainly an intense feeling. When Jerome found Richard's prostate and pressed the tip of his finger against it, the older wolf let out a whorish moan in spite of himself. Jerome grinned down at him and leaned forward to kiss the wolf again, their tongues wrestling against each other while the lion toyed with Richard's tight asshole. A second finger slid into him and the wolf whimpered eagerly into Jerome's mouth. That was too much for the pent up lion. He had already waited long enough and now it was time to claim this wolf's ass.

Jerome pulled out the fingers and gripped the base of his cock, lips still locked with Richard's. He pressed his tip against Richard's taint and used a finger to find the quivering hole again before his shaft sank inside. The wolf's anal ring fought him despite Richard's desire to have Jerome buried deep and threatened to push the lion out, but Jerome was determined and surged forward into the whining, twitching wolf until that warm entrance was clenching feverishly around the base of his feline cock. Richard broke the kiss this time with a gasping wail as Jerome hilted.

"W-wait!" He cried. "A-ah! F-fuck! Give me... Jesus you feel huge!"

Jerome grinned down at the wolf and licked his forehead as the lion's own cock pulsed with each clamp of Richard's anal ring. Several minutes passed without words, the wolf only panting and clenching while the lion purred and throbbed. Richard eventually started moving his ass back and forth slightly, gently fucking himself on Jerome's length. He looked into the lion's kind eyes and nodded.

The lion started slow, sliding out until about half of his length was outside of the wolf before pushing firmly back in. Richard gasped when he hilted and moaned when he slid back out a second time. Jerome leaned down to nibble at his neck while he fucked, keeping the older wolf's legs raised while his canine pecker squirted precum onto their bellies between them. Richard hissed as the lion gradually increased his speed until, several minutes later, he was getting well and truly fucked. Jerome's hips slapped into his with each thrust, and Richard's head spun from the forbidden sensations emanating from the thick shaft and tantalizing barbs sliding against his prostate. The older wolf's breath came out ragged and heavy as he yelped and moaned, his balls pulled up tight to the base of his fully engorged knot.

Richard came without warning and without laying a single finger on his cock. He couldn't have told Jerome even if he had wanted to. His mind exploded into a million sparkling colors as his ass clenched hard around the lion and his erection erupted ropes of creamy wolf cum onto his belly. He had never had an orgasm so intense in his entire life and his wailing moans of ecstasy filled the room. Jerome growled at the milking the wolf's ass was giving him and, after only a few more firm thrusts, shot his leonine load deep inside of the quivering, whimpering wolf. After a month of abstinence, the lion shuddered in primal bliss, his pent up, heavy nuts unloading every hot spurt of slick cum that they had. Jerome's climax lasted for nearly a whole minute and the panting lion collapsed on the wolf's chubby belly when it finally ebbed, hugging him tightly as his length pulsed and oozed the last of his cum inside of Richard's hot asshole. The wolf awkwardly wrapped his own arms around the lion as he came down from the high of orgasm and his stomach rolled over from a sudden bout of guilt. Jerome kissed him on the nose and lifted himself back up to gently pull his length free.

"Well that was very fun," Jerome said. "But I should g-"

Richard was crying.

"H-hey now. There's no need for that," the lion said as his therapist training kicked in. "Tell me what's wrong. I won't judge you, I promise."

The older wolf looked at him through teary eyes, wiping them on his arm. "How can you say that? You don't know what an asshole I am."

"Well I know how good your asshole feels." A grin crept across Jerome's face. "But seriously, I hear a lot of wild things in my line of work. The phrase, 'you can't make this up' comes to mind. Consider it part of my therapist oath of confidentiality."

Richard tried to swallow the lump that had formed at the back of his throat. His mouth was dry. He reached over and grabbed Jerome's drink from earlier and took a sip before he spoke.

"My... my life is basically garbage right now and it's all my fault. I lost my job earlier today. My wife is divorcing me because I-" Richard's throat felt like a patch of arid earth in Death Valley. He took another drink. "...I kicked both of our sons out of the house four years ago. I-I don't know where they are now. I don't know if they're even still alive..."

"Why did you do that?" Jerome asked calmly. He had heard similar stories before and he had a feeling that he already knew why.

Richard choked on his words. Tears filled his eyes as the hypocrisy of what he had just done with Jerome overwhelmed him.

"I kicked them out because they are both gay."

Jerome put a gentle arm around Richard's shoulder and pulled the crying wolf against his chest as he gently stroked his back. They sat on the couch for a few minutes until the wolf's sobs slowly stopped.

The lion rested his chin on the top of Richard's head before he said anything. "You know, I was just going to fuck and go."

So that was it then. Everything the wolf had been taught about gay men was true. They only wanted pleasure in the moment and didn't care how their partners felt. He hated himself all the more when he realized that he was the same way.

"But," the lion continued. "I'm going to stay. In return, you're going to tell me why you think homosexuals deserve to be kicked out of your house and, after what we just did, your explanation better be a good one."

Richard's brain did a double take. How was Jerome so good at subverting every assumption the wolf had?

"I had an uncle growing up. H-he was gay, but he was the worst kind of person. Selfish, arrogant, an asshole to my parents and me. My parents on the other hand were very religious." Richard paused to finish the drink on the coffee table. "I-I'm not, but they were."

The lion stopped the wolf from continuing by placing a hand on his wrist. "What did your parents say about this uncle of yours?"

"They said he was evil, a rapist, and a pedophile. They said he was cruel and selfish. I was never allowed to be near him without supervision."

Jerome nodded. "Can I assume that your opinion on homosexuals came from your parents talking about your uncle?"

Richard looked confused so Jerome continued.

"Did you ever witness your uncle being cruel to your parents at any point?"

The older wolf looked down at the floor in thought. "N-no..." He was beginning to realize that he had been mistaken all his life.

"I want to stay with you tonight," the lion said.

"W-what? Why?"

"Do you really want me to leave you here all alone?"

Richard looked away from the handsome, naked lion on his couch. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but Jerome was really growing on him and any further time he could spend with the lion would have been very welcome.

"I don't think you should be left alone in your current state anyway. You might do something drastic like hang about in an alley trawling for more dick."

Richard curled up his lip in disgust and Jerome laughed as he pulled the older wolf into a hug.

"You should know that I don't resent you for being a recovering homophobe, Rich, and you really look like you could use a friend, so I'll ask in a more formal fashion: Would you like someone to keep you company tonight?"

Richard glanced from the handsome lion to the stairs. He didn't really want to be left alone. But could he really share his bed with another man? Fuck it. It was silly to worry about such mundane things after he had already taken a load of the lion's cum up his ass. Thinking about how good it felt made him shiver with perverse delight. He was already well beyond the point of no return.

"I-I would love some company tonight," Richard said as he took Jerome's hand in his and lead the lion up the stairs and into his bedroom.

***

The morning sun stabbed into Richard's eyes through his closed lids and set his head throbbing in a dull ache. The older wolf pushed back into the warm body behind him, gripping the masculine arm that was wrapped around his torso tightly. Jerome's morning wood throbbed under Richard's tail in-between his ass cheeks, and the wolf felt his ears burning with embarrassed heat as his own length began to stiffen from the memory of how good that lion cock had felt inside of him. He lay there for several minutes, listening to the lion softly breathing behind his ear in slumber. Richard didn't know what to think. He was gay now, or rather, he had always been gay, but now he couldn't deny it any longer- not to himself at least. Jerome stirred behind him and gripped the pudgy wolf closer to his toned body, nuzzling into Richard's fluffy neck. Richard responded by grinding his ass against the lion's throbbing dick.

"Mmm. Good morning, handsome," Jerome said.

"Morning."

The lion pushed his shaft against the wolf's soft rump. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Alright, I guess. T-thanks for staying with me last night."

Jerome purred into Richard's ear and rubbed his chest gently. "We could have sex again," The lion pushed his junk against Richard again for emphasis. "You felt so damn good last night."

"T-thanks, but I should really be going to work."

"I thought you said you lost your job yesterday."

"I did, but I'm not officially fired until two weeks from now," Richard replied, snuggling back into Jerome's warm embrace. "Don't get me wrong, though. I'd love to stay with you."

"In that case, we should definitely do this again sometime," Jerome said.

Richard pulled away from the lion's embrace abruptly and rolled over to face him. "You mean like a... date? I-I'm not sure about that..."

"Oh relax, I don't date married men," Jerome said and then gave the older wolf a cheeky grin. "But if you like, you can call me when the divorce goes through."

A slow smile crept across Richard's muzzle. "H-how about this Saturday night?"

"Perfect! I know just the place to take you for your coming out party."

Richard's stomach filled with excited butterflies as he imagined what lewd activities Jerome had in store for him.

END