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Author Note: Whytey here! This story is based on a role play between me and my mate. It was one of our first RPs and it was non-furry. However, when we discovered we were furries, we rebooted the RP as furry and have loved it ever since. It's been under many names, but enjoy it under the title. "Furry Youth." Enjoy! ^_^

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Furry Youth â€" Prologue, Part 1

"And with 10 seconds left to go, it looks like the Golden Knights of Furma Heights High School are going to win an unprecedented fourth-straight Predatas State Division I Football Championship and undefeated. I see their quarterback, Aaron Martel V, taking a knee and there you have it! The final score from Martel Field is Golden Knights 63, Poema High Demons 6."

Final words spoken by the radio play-by-play announcer filter into the cars of those living in the posh suburb of Furma Heights, but for those Golden Knights on the field, the moment went on and on, as for them, it would be their last great moment together, and they knew it. For Aaron Martel and his teammates, this game was the means to an end, winners from the moment they stepped on the field four years earlier as freshmen. For these young men, they were entitled to this championship, like all the others, because their privilege gave them the best of everything, including the best field, the best training facilities, the best coaches, the best trainers and the best school that money could buy. The name of the field where these young fur-men celebrate is homage to the town's founder and its richest residence, Aaron Martel IV, a long time PFFL (Professional Fur Football League) quarterback and a future first-ballot Hall-of-Famer himself retiring at the end of the current season in a couple of months. However, the elder Aaron was not on the field to watch his son claim his last night of football glory, instead, he was home, banging his second mate, Alex, against the bedroom wall, pumping his tail hole full with hot, fertile white tiger cum. The younger Aaron was used to disappointment by now.

As the young white tiger trotted off the field, he felt his arm grabbed and being drug over to the stands, where he came face to face with a smiling equine couple, Mr. Brandon Steeps and his wife Laura.

Brandon smiled down at the young white tiger and spoke over the still-roaring crowd, "Great game boys! I think this was your best game yet!"

Aaron smiled up at Brandon, albeit weakly, and responded, "Thanks! Glad Chad and I could give you one last show before we graduate!" Aaron looked over next to him at the one who grabbed him, his best friend, Chad Steeps.

The smirking, snarky spotted Clydesdale stallion had always been looking out for him. Chad counted himself lucky. His father was a star on the racing circuit, as had been his mother. He grew up with two loving parents who lived him very much, and while they didn't have nearly as much money as the Martel, they were very well-off. However, he knew Aaron, for his family money, was not well-off. The divorce left Aaron without a mother, but did leave the young cub with a painful bitterness that still haunted him. It didn't help that his father was never there for Aaron's shining moments, or at all for that matter, choosing instead to fuck his lion boi than be there for his son. Chad felt badly for Aaron, and since they were little, he made sure that his family was Aaron's...because inside, he loved his quarterback, but was too afraid to show it.

Chad huffed at his father, taking off his helmet, "Hey dad, are we still going to "Zattaya's?"

Brandon smiles and nods, "I think I remember promising you a victory meal if you guys won tonight."

Laura chimed in, looking at the white tiger, "What about you, Aaron? Want to join us for dinner?"

Aaron thought about it for a moment while looking around the stadium, but as he figured, his father was nowhere in sight. He gave a little sigh, then answered, "Sure, thank you Mrs. Steeps, but if you don't mind, I'll buy. It's the least I can do for the invitation. I was supposed to go home with my step-brother, but he can get a ride home."

Aaron smirked inside at the thought of making his step-brother, Kerry, get a ride. While he and Kerry were relatively close, they had been fighting lately, and it would be a great opportunity to make the team kicker walk home.

Brandon grinned down at the boys, calling out, "Well, go get changed and cleaned up, we'll be waiting for you out in the car."

With that, the running back and the quarterback trotted off the field to the locker room. Aaron sighed with relief, no longer being in sight, he stopped trotting and started walking gingerly, his ankle twisted during the game, needing the help of the wall for support. Chad looked over at his hurt friend, sympathizing, knowing he had aches and pain of his own. The two made their way to their lockers, sitting side by side as they undressed. Aaron did not even say a word, his mind still brewing over not seeing his dad yet again, or even Alex for that matter to cheer on his own son.

Chad, sensing his friend's gloominess, put his hand on his friend's shoulder, patting it a bit, speaking softly, "Hey, I'm sorry your dad's not here. I'd make excuses for him, but we both know the truth."

Aaron nodded slowly, leaning forward to rest his head on his locker, trying to keep from crying. Chad scooted closer, wrapping his arm around his friend, forgetting for a moment that the two were naked, just wanting to comfort his best friend, speaking softly, "Hey, think of it like this â€" we're 18, we'll graduate high school in a few months, and then after summer, we'll be in college and get to be our men. At that point, the old cat doesn't even matter anymore because we'll be our own men, living our own lives."

Aaron again did not say a word, just nodding. The two stayed like that for awhile as teammates showered and went. Finally, Aaron sighed and sat up on the bench, then looked over at his best friend, whispering, "Thanks man, you've always been awesome. Hey....I wouldn't ask this, but it's throbbing so badly, could you help me up so I can get to the shower? I don't think my ankle will allow me to put weight on it right now."

Chad smiled warmly and nodded. The Clydesdale stood up, his massive sheath right in the face of his best friend, thinking so many dirty thoughts, but discarded them all as he offered a hand out to his crush. Aaron smile back and to that hand, using his strength to lifting himself up off the bench, knowing that Chad's own strength would not let him fall. Together, the two walked to the shower together, with Chad's arm around his quarterback, not letting him fall.

As they showered, Chad's thoughts wandered a bit, as did his eyes, glued to the tight bubble, white and stripped butt of his best friend. He felt his sheath expand as he thought to himself, "It's not fair! He came out to me a month ago and told me he was bi, before he even told his parents, and yet, he sees no one! I think he's even still a virgin. I want him so much. I love him...and yet, I have to stay his best friend. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship, but it's killing me! Seeing him like this, wanting to just wrap my arms around and kiss him all over...but I can't! I..."

Before he could finish his thought, he felt the warm, moist muzzle of best friend press to his own, kissing him softly. A shocked Chad regained his senses and looked at his smiling best friend, speaking softly, "What...what was that for?"

Aaron patted his friend's shoulder, speaking just as softly, "Just wanted to say thank you. All these years you've been such a great friend. You've been there for me more than anyone else. Without you, I don't think I would have made it all these years, and I know it's been hard on you too. You're a good looking gay guy, I'm sure there are lots of guys banging down your door just to be with you. Instead, you're single, just like me...bros before bois."

Chad stands there for a moment, not knowing whether to cry or to be happy, but rather chooses to be angry, pounding his fist against the shower wall, "Dammit!"

Aaron looks at his angry best friend with much confusion, gently place his hand on his friend's shoulder, speaking with urgency in his voice, "Chad? Are you ok? Did I bite your lip? Was it something I said?"

Chad looked up at his best friend with pain in his eyes, but for the sake of their friendship, he sighs and shakes his head, letting his frustration go, responding softly, "No...no I just have a bad headache...let's finish up here; my parents are waiting on us."

Aaron nodded reluctantly and went back to washing up. As he washed his silver mane, his curiosity was running away with him. Why was his friend so upset? What did he say that was so bad? Was it the kiss? Maybe that was it, maybe the kiss upset him. He was only trying to show his gratitude, but then, being two single men who also happened to like other men it probably came off as a tease. Aaron never really thought of Chad that way, in his mind, Chad was, is, and always will be his best friend. Maybe, Chad wanted more than that, and the thought of giving him more, crossed his mind. However, just as Chad was used to doing, Aaron cleared the thought from his mind, afraid of losing his best friend.

A little while later, Aaron and Chad emerged from the locker room and headed for the parking lot, where Mr. and Mrs. Steeps were waiting for the boys in their new Camero. Laura whinnied a bit at the sight of the white tiger, followed by a giggle as her husband slapped her butt, whispering, "Control yourself girl, he's your son's best friend, and last I checked, you already have a stud in the stable."

Laura whispered back in her husband's ear, rubbing the crotch of his business slacks, "I know dear, but he's just so hot. I know I can't have him anyway, our son wants him badly enough for the two of us."

Brandon, chuckles a bit and smirks, whispering back, "I know that dear. I just wish they'd get together and get it over with...and stop that, we'll have plenty of time for jumping the fences when we get home, now here they come."

With that, the boys stuffed their things in the trunk, got in, and off they went. Aaron knew he would likely be yelled at for ditching his step-brother, but he has keys to his car, he'll get home fine. What Aaron was more worried about was the fight he would surely have with his dad when he got home. After all, tonight he promised his dad and answer about which school he was going to, and his dad would not like his answer.