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Chapter 2 - We Need To Talk

By: Ace Wolf

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JET COLEMAN:

I laid in bed -covers still over my body- in absolute silence. I stayed there motionless, not wanting to get up; not wanting to go to school; not wanting to face...him...

Ever since that faithful Friday night, I've been lost in thought: should I be angry; scared; happy? I didn't know, it really bothered me not knowing this. I wanted to be angry because I lost my virginity to a drunk; I was scared of what he was going to do to me, or if he would even give me the time of day; happy because I was no longer a virgin. In today's society kids are usually pressured. Why? Well because of sex. Teenagers always make sex seem like this major thing, I guess peer pressured leered me in its direction.

My alarm clock pulled me out of the thoughts which consumed me. I shifted to my side and hit the buzzer.

Alarm stopped.

The usual would happen. Shower, paw, brush my teeth, and down to breakfast. Showering didn't take long since I skipped my paw session; it didn't really feel right doing it. After brushing my teeth, I ran downstairs and into the kitchen to be greeted with the delightful smell of pancakes and syrup. The smell of breakfast wasn't the only thing greeting me as I entered: My little brother Damon (my little replica wolf, he looks exactly like me but a little shorter, and without the highlights) threw up a paw as he stuffed pancakes in his muzzle; dad (A bigger wolf with much more muscle than myself) looked over the newspaper he held and nodded; mom (a beautiful wolf, her fur black and shiny) did what moms normally do...

"Hello, Sweety! Sleep well?" She placed a plateful of pancakes at the dinner table where I usually sit. I sat down, one paw grabbing the syrup, the other pulling my chair closer to the perfectly laid out meal.

"Yes, Mom." I lied. I haven't slept well since Friday...

Bringing that up only made my appetite weaken. I didn't eat much after that; when I finished my plate still had pancakes piled on it, that, which never happens regularly. My dad noticed this and spoke up.

"Hey sport," the newspaper lowered. "If you ever plan to join the football team you're gonna' have to pick up some pounds."

Of course. My dad always did this, bringing up me joining the team ever chance he got. I never got into sports. It wasn't because I didn't enjoy them, just I was more into computers and shooting. Sports weren't really on my top-of-to-do-list, especially football. The thought of football sent shivers down my spine. Dad favored the thought of his eldest son playing football. You know how dads get when their kids play sports. Damon played football, but I guess it wasn't the same. He was only 12, not very competitive at that age. Dad wanted to go to games where he could jump out his seat with hundreds of other parents and supporters; every fathers dream.

"How many times am I going to tell you dad? I'm not playing football, or any sport for that matter."

The newspaper picked up, covering his face again. That was the end of that conversation. He knew it was no use of fighting that topic, especially with mom around. She always had my back when it came to playing sports. In her opinion they were one to many tickets to visit the doctor.

After breakfast mom drove me to school. We lived only a couple blocks from my school; today I decided to let her drive me because walking seemed like too much work, I was already nervous like hell. Standing, alone, seemed God-like. We arrived, I stepped out of the car and waved my mom goodbye before walking up to the school's entrance.

Guess I'm headed off to Algebra 2...

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ACE HUNTER:

The early rays of sunlight fell upon my face, wakening me. I groaned and moaned from this intrusion and of the fact today was Monday. The sun interfered with my dream, a dream I've been having since Friday night, actually, the dream was of Friday night. That night kept replaying in my head. I thought, me, being drunk wouldn't have left such an imprint on my memory, but I was most wrong.

It wasn't that I dreaded what happen, I wasn't mad at myself or anything, I was upset that I did it to that kid. What possibly could be going to his mind? Did he think rape?

Or.

Did he like it? Our little mating session didn't seem to disgust him. I did remember him telling me to tie us, but was that the alcohol? Something kept saying the alcohol played a major role in what happen; it could have added scenes that probably never happened.

I placed a pillow over my head and yelled! This was so frustrating. Not only did I have to worry about seeing this kid today at school, but I also had to worry about him telling people. I hope he wouldn't speak of what happen, my reputation was on the line here. If this got out all that I have worked for, for the past four years would have been for nothing. I worked damn hard for what I am today: star Running Back, Debate Captain, MMA State champion. All I had a lot of blood and sweat put into it.

I finally brought myself to get up. I walked in the bathroom and took a shower. Usually, a hot shower would wash away all my troubles, yet this time, it washed only the fur shampoo away. Shower didn't last long, I stepped out and dried my fur before going back to my room to get dressed for school. I wore a pair of white, Nike sweat pants and a black tank top, occupied by a pair of red and black Air Force Ones (those are shoes for all of you that do not know :p). I grabbed my keys and made my way outside to my silver and black Ford Mustang. I jumped in and sped off to school.

When I got to school, I noticed someone walking in the building, that fur was him...Jet's his name. I remembered his name, or maybe I didn't, the alcohol could have thrown that name in. Now was not to the time to confront him, waiting for him to get to class would be a safe thing to do. After standing beside my car for about five minutes, I decided to go on to class. First up: English IIII.

I made it to my class without seeing him; object of the day: dodge Jet until after school. Some time or another the time for confronting would come, but when was the question; after school was my plan. Would I have enough courage to then? It was kind of hard to tell, you really don't know what you will do until you're put in the situation.

Another solution was to never talk to him again and live my life the way it had been before Friday night. Problem with that was I didn't know what he had in mind. This whole thing could have been a scheme to destroy my reputation.

No.

If I remember correctly, it was I who pulled him into me; who took of HIS clothes; who drove my cock in him. I shook my head, disbanding the thoughts as I entered the class room and took my place: Last desk in the far left corner of the room. Being alienated from the rest of the class helps me focus, and today I had a lot to focus on.

I leaned my head into my left paw and gazed off, leaving my body while I continued to think. The only think I pondered was Jet and what he was thinking. I was so lost in thought the teacher came in and I didn't even notice, nor did I pay attention to her (an older rabbit, 5'3, wore little spectacles). You know the feeling when daydreaming in class and you can hear the teacher, but what she saying is going in one ear and out the other? Well that is exactly what was going on in this situation. Nothing else in the world, let alone classroom, interested me.

One problem drifted to the next. I couldn't handle all of this on my own, I needed someone to talk to. Someone I could trust with such a secret like this one. My parents were a no go. Mom would flip if she found out I had sex with another male; her religion forbid things of this nature. Step Dad? No. That'll definitely be a fight. I remember once he told me and my older stepbrother, "If you're gay wait till you move out, cause if I know about it, I'll beat tha' fag right outta ya." Picking a fight with my stepdad would be the wrong thing to do; he's a very big bear...

Yeah, my mom married a bear. Out of all the pure bread in my family she was the one to branch off and take a lousy bear. When I say lousy I mean worthless, fat, lazy bum who doesn't even have a job. My mom is the manager of a Car Dealership, so, she brings home enough to support us all, but it wouldn't hurt if he held his share of weight.

Basically, after that little intro of my dad, you can tell I hate him and he hates me equally. He hates everything about me: from my perfect grades, to my many football scholarships. It was obvious why he held a disliking toward me, I out-did his own kids. I was smarter than my two half-brothers, half-sister, and step bro. Not saying they're dumb, just I work a lot harder.

Anyway, parents were out of the question. Siblings couldn't keep their muzzles shut. Only other source of comfort and trust are my friends. I had a couple, but if they are trustworthy was the main problem.

I had three best friends:

Brayden, a German Shepard. I met him in 7th grade, we took a health class together. Back then he was a chubby little Sheppie, now he's a very muscular guy. Working out and turning fat into muscle. Now he was my height (6 foot 2) and two hundred plus pounds of pure muscle. He didn't play any sports, but worked out daily, even with the football team.

Micah, a black panther. We just met over Summer vacation at a party. We had a few drinks together and been buddies ever since then. Micah didn't go to my school. I attended Third Valley High; him, on the other paw, attended Oak Pine High.

Avery, a Dalmatian, and my best friend. He was a small little guy, standing 5 foot 3, tiny body, slightly toned. Avery is the shortest senior in our class. We've been friends since pre-k, I've had his back, and he's had mine. Although he didn't play sports, he did join a lot of clubs and made straight A's. He was sort of the nerd type: studying, playing video games, always on the internet; he is the type of guy to sit home and watch anime on Friday nights...he didn't even attend my party.

The one and only person I could trust with this is...

Avery.

Avery is my best friend, closer than brothers, basically, we considered each other family. If anyone, it is definitely him. Only problem now is getting to him. The only time during the day we get to talk is lunch, the only period the two of us share. My mind returned, and the teacher's words could be identified. Guess now all I have to do is wait for lunch...

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JET COLEMAN:

From the time I step foot in the halls, until now, I've had this feeling...that strange feeling that someone is watching you. I sat in the front row of my Algebra II class and the back of my neck burned, furs where definitely watching, staring. Turn around? No, no, it's better to not be certain of this, it could all be in my head.

I opened my Algebra II book, turning to today's lesson. We were learning 'Dividing Using Substitution'. Nothing too hard, actually, something I knew how to do quite well. Still notes were required to be taken, just in case something new occurs. Teacher (lioness in her mid twenties, slightly attractive) walked in and immediately started writing today's lesson on the board in bold, black marker. She began.

My pencil started jotting down notes just as fast as she spit them out. By the time she filled the entire board with notes and formulas, I had them, all on a single piece of paper. Now was the time to look around. I spun my head around, giving the entire class body a quick glance.

No one was looking, everyone focused on the notes.

I turned around and sighed. Maybe I was just overreacting. No one was looking at me, I was just paranoid is all. After finishing, the teacher wrote down the assignment for tonight. Of course, being me, I started on the assignment so I wouldn't have much to do tonight. As I was doing my homework, something hit me in the head. I looked back to find a female bunny, giggling and pointing at something on the floor. I looked down to find a paper airplane. On one of the wings it read 'Read Me!' I picked up the note with a trembling paw. I wonder what it is? Maybe one of those 'Do You Like Me' notes with yes and no and a box under the two options.

Excitement quickly rushed over me. She was cute, and I needed a girlfriend (or boyfriend). I ripped the note open, throwing each fold back and read it. It read:

"You're Jet right? Wats up? I just wanted to ask if you had a number?"

The biggest grin spread across my muzzle as I grabbed my pencil and sketched my number under what she wrote. I folded the note back into a paper plane the best of my ability, but it wasn't quite like the way she did it. I threw it; the plane landed on her desk, almost falling off before she caught it. She opened it and took out her phone, guess she was saving my number...or sending me a message.

My paw was already in my pocket, wrapped around my phone, awaiting the vibrating feel it would give off. I waited what seemed like a lifetime, but in reality it was only a minute or so. It finally vibrated; I took it out of my pocket, sliding it under my desk, so the teacher would not spot me, and read the message. When I opened it what I expected did not present itself, something surprising popped up...

It was...

The message contained...

A picture of...

...two wolves, lying naked with one another; an all black wolf rest on smaller wolf, yet not so much smaller wolf. It was a picture of, none other, me and Ace, our Friday night experience.

My eyes widened; the grip on my phone tightened; neck hairs stood straight up. I didn't know what to say, do, or think. Everything became a little more clear, this is why I felt like people were staring. The main thing that worried me, a question which kept replaying in my head was "How many people have seen this!?"

I glanced back at the bunny, now giggling.

What was I to do? My stomach twist and turned, then my whole body started to burn, soon after it felt completely numb. So many things I wanted to do, but each had consequences, each one would only augment the situation. Best solution would be to probably wait until after class and find Ace. He had a right to know of this if not already. It would be better if I told him, that way we could work together...if he wanted to, that is.

GOD! I felt so worthless. I could not make the slightest move, not as of yet. The only thing that was running through my mind was finding who was responsible for this and taking them down, that's what I REALLY wanted, because I knew telling an adult would only lead to more trouble.

Giggling could be heard from behind. I knew they were probably laughing at yours truly. This only made my anxiousness worse; my claws dug into my desk continually. Yes, I was nervous; nervous and scared; nervous, scared, and extremely pissed. I just wanted to find the guy responsible and did my claws into his face.

I wanted justice...

No.

What I wanted, was revenge. I was always the turn-the-other-cheek type of person, a pacifist some called me, but today someone had driven me to the extreme. Furs started flashing my brain, suspects who could have done this, but none could be matched.

I looked back down at the picture of me and Ace; stomach began to twirl like a cotton candy mixer again. It wasn't till the bell rang that I noticed I'd stopped breathing. The release to go to second period brought breath back into my body; I panted heavily, still sitting in my desk, phone locked between my paws. The girls walked past me, continuing to giggle. A soft growl escaped my maw.

"Damn it." I whispered, throwing my phone back in pocket and forcing books and paper into my backpack. I walked out and down the halls. I desperately needed to discover Ace and tell him about our situation. Problem is: I had no idea where the hell he would be. It's not like I knew his schedule or anything.

But.

I did know what he had third period.

He had weight-training third period, after lunch. That's where I would have to meet him. I'll just wait till he came out of the gym and confront him then.

I really hope I get to him before that picture does...

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ACE HUNTER:

First and second block jumped right over me; before I knew it lunch had arrived. This is what I had waited for all day, to talk with my friend, Avery. He must have a solution to my problem. All morning I'd wondered if telling him was the right thing. This probably would ruin fourteen years of friendship...

No.

He wasn't that type of guy; Avery always listens to my problems and helps me out of them. Talking to him is definitely the right choice.

I walked to lunch aimlessly, not paying attention to my surroundings, let alone the furs watching me walk pass. When I finally walked in the lunchroom, I quickly spotted Avery. I made my way over to him.

"Sup, Ave." I sat down across from him.

He looked down.

"Hey, Ace..."

Something was different about him. His ears laid flat on the top of his head. He must've been reading a book before I came because it rest right beside him with a paw on top of it.

"Umm..there's something I have to talk to you about, it's sorta embarrassing..." Avery raised his paw for me to quit talking. He then placed a paw in his pocket and pulled out his phone and slid it towards me.

"Explain..."

I took the phone and looked at his screen. On the screen it contained a picture of me and Jet, naked, in bed. It was a picture of us on Friday night! Upon seeing this picture, I first was angry, then it moved afraid, then back to angry. The emotion I settled with was outraged! Someone had did just what I feared!

Jet!

Jet!

Jet!

Jet set me up. He staged all of this just to ruin me!

"How many people have this?!" I hissed. A slight tremble came to my paw as I held Avery's phone.

"The entire school." He sighed.

My paws slapped hard against the table. I stood up.

"The...Entire...School..." My teeth clenched, audible growls penetrated and broke through.

Finally he looked up and gazed into my eyes.

"Sit down...we have a lot to discuss..." He looked at me lazily, it looked almost as if he was near tears. Seeing this calmed me and I returned to my seat, handing him his phone.

"K..." I said softly.

He took his phone and placed it beside the book; then he looked at me questionably.

"You know I don't hate you, right?" He looked at me with his bright yellow eyes (his eyes always had a way to make me feel warm and safe around him).

I nodded.

A warm smile developed on his face. "Good, now you'll have no reason to hate me when I say that I'm actually gay."

My mouth dropped; everything that made since now didn't. Life was like a tornado, new things kept being sucked into it, bad things, at that. I swallowed heavily.

"S-so you're...gay!?" I shook my head in disbelief. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

The smile on his face brightened even more. I could tell he was pleased with my response.

"I don't know! It was like I wanted to tell you, but didn't know how you'll react...." His head shied down. "Our friendship wasn't worth losing over my petty faults..."

This couldn't be real! I would have never guessed him being gay, the shock was still there, but eased a little from what he just said those words...'Our friendship wasn't worth losing over my petty faults' I looked on both my sides; not surprisingly, a lot of furs stared at me. I sighed.

"That's stupid, I can't believe you'd even believe for a second that our friendship would end over this," I placed a paw over his. I know that would really be pushing it, but he was my friend, and I really cared about him. "We're like brothers and a brothers bond is not that easily broken."

Avery's head picked back up; he looked at me straight in the eyes. His smile couldn't be bigger, with all those pearly white teeth shining as the light hit them. I hate to admit this, especially at this timing, but Avery was a cute guy. I quickly brushed that thought away.

"Are you?" He said shyly, looking back down.

I knew exactly what he meant. The answer to his question was...

"I don't know...maybe I am after that night, or it could've been the alcohol getting to me, but it's not for sure." I explained. "Why do you ask? Have a crush on me or something?"

He blushed heavily; that was definitely something on his mind.

"Y-yeah..." His voice seemed timid, nothing like before, a lot less sure of himself.

I gently stroked Avery's white paw and gave one of the biggest, warmest smiles I have ever given.

"I'll have to get back atcha' with that one. I'm not saying I don't like you like that cause then I'll be lying. Honestly, I think you're extremely cute."

That really picked him up off his feet. His head picked back up, now grinning, but the blush remained. The paw I held in mine flipped over and grasped mine in a tight, firm squeeze. He gazed up into my eyes; my gaze met his.

"Thank you..."

"No problem..."

After that our conversation went nowhere in particular, the lunch table became quiet. Our paws never separated, nor did our smiles fade. We were both happy as can be, even with furs staring at us. Those furs didn't matter, not to me; not even to Avery. We were to happy for someone else to spoil it. All of our secrets where out, every boundary knocked down, this only attracted us closer, our bond had become stronger now.

Lunch release bell rang. The cafeteria began to empty until it was just me and Avery, sitting motionless. As hard as it was I broke our bonding time. I stood up, pulling my paw from his slowly; he repeated. He placed a paw on my arm...

"Will you promise me something?"

"Huh?" My head tilt.

"Don't hate that kid...talk to him about what happen, I'm pretty sure he needs you."

I nodded.

"Sure, thing," I smiled. "He probably feels the same as myself at the moment...eh...just wish I knew where I could find him..."

Avery wore a very satisfied expression now, I guess that's what he wanted to hear from his friend. He moved his paw to my shoulder.

"Good. I knew you'd make the right choice."

The two of us then walked out of the cafeteria side-by-side. It was great to have my friend close to me. We said our goodbyes once out of the cafeteria, I went off to Weight Lifting; him, College Algebra.

Now I felt great about today. After chatting with my friend, Avery, everything seemed to settle down around me, that is, until I walked into the weight room. My footpad couldn't even step in the room without me being pounded with stares. Everyone stopped working out upon my arrival. The sound of machines turning off, and dumbbells hitting the floor traveled throughout the room.

I walked in slowly, taking off my pants (don't worry, I wore a pair of workout shorts ;p). I undressed until I stood in nothing but a tank top and workout shorts, then made my way to a treadmill. I couldn't help but feel nervous from all the staring and dirty looks I received from my fellow classmates. I jumped on the treadmill and turned it on. Choosing this machine to work out on was a good choice; it was centered in the very back corner away from the others. This way I wouldn't have to worry about the guys.

I ran, and ran, and ran. I was going to do this until the end of class..

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JET COLEMAN:

I didn't eat lunch, nor did I go to the cafeteria. Too much pressure on me; I knew a lot of furs would be staring at me like they have earlier. I could only imagine what they were thinking.

During lunch, I hid out in the boy's restroom. When the bell rang I exited the restroom and went off to my next class. My upcoming class wasn't exactly a class, more like a free period. You see, I earned all my credits beforehand, taking online classes and gaining extra credits during the summer. Third period is usually spent in the office, helping out the principal, delivering mail.

Today I would hideout and wait for my chance to talk with Ace. I walked in the office, they put me straight to work, filing papers and cleaning the office. Working almost took my mind off of all my problems...almost...

At times during my work, I often thought about Ace: what he was doing; have he had a chance to see those pictures; if he had how did he feel? I wanted to know. Deep down I knew that he was the only fur to talk to about this. No one else would understand the pain and suffering I endured.

IF only I had obeyed my parents and been a good wolf this might haven't had happen. This day would proceed as on my following school days. I wouldn't have to worry about what others thought, or who did this to me. I wouldn't have to deal with this much stress, and the only person to blame...

The one guy that was responsible for all of this..

Was...

Myself.

My mom or dad didn't make me go to that party; Ace didn't rape me, I wanted it just as bad, probably more than he did. It was only one person to blame and that person was me. For my idiot actions I now had to suffer the consequences.

Time went on and on, not pausing for anyone, especially not me. As time drew near, I begin have queasy thoughts: what if he is mad at me...or worse, him thinking I put all of this together. Now was not the time to be second guessing, the moment was so close it felt tangible.

The bell rang at the exact time I finished filing the papers they provided. I jumped up, grabbed my backpack and jet off to the in-school gym. I couldn't afford to be late, this was my only chance until after school to see him.

Ducking and dodging students as I flew down the hallway. When I finally made it the door opened and guys flowed out. I waited, middle of the hall. Furs started to become scarce until everyone exited the room...no Ace.

I looked up and down the hall, he wasn't there either. Maybe he didn't finish up yet. I'd just check to see if he was still in the weight room. When stepping in I could hear a machine still going. Someone was still in here, hopefully it would be Ace. I walked in further, looking around. At first it seemed as no one was here, but then I saw him.

Ace. He ran on the treadmill, dripping sweat particles. Sweat fell below him. He was obviously to into the workout because my appearance didn't even gain me a glance.

"Excuse me?" I interrupted. He didn't seem to notice me so I said it again, but this time with a little more humph. "Excuse me!?"

That got him. He shot a glance my way. When he saw me, he slammed a paw on the stop button and jumped off, landing right in front of me. He didn't say anything, just stared at me, like he was awaiting something.

I spoke first.

"Hey! My name is Jet, you probably don't know me, but I was at your party Friday night," My words came out fast, yet clear. "You see, I don't know if you remember, but me and you had sex that night and now a photo is going around school of us. I've been looking for you all day but couldn't find you. I swear I had noth....."

He placed a paw over my muzzle and smiled. This smile wasn't a smirk or grin, nothing devious behind it; it felt warm and secure.

"It's ok, kid...I mean, Jet. I don't hate you, nor hold a grudge. What happened was my fault, not yours." His words soothed me. This was the first time I had been able to settle into a calm state. "I swear to you I'll find the guy responsible for this, and when I do," His teeth clamped shut. "I'm going to make them pay!"

I nodded and he let go of my muzzle.

"That's good we're on the same page, because I also want to find this guy and teach him a lesson." He shook his head in disapproval. "Huh?

"No."

"No?"

"I won't let you..." He said calmly.

"Why not?" I asked, a little confused.

He pushed me back into a set of lockers behind us. My back clashed into them making a rattling noise.

"Because," He looked into my eyes and smiled that same reassuring smile from earlier. "What kinda guy would I be if I let my mate fight?"

These words took me by surprise, they knocked the breath right out of me. Seem like I couldn't keep oxygen today. I shouldn't have looked all innocent and confused, because that only drove his predator instincts to extremes. His head leaned in closer, and soon after, our lips were locked together. We were kissing.

This kiss was much different from our last one, it had something the last didn't, one particular thing every kiss should hold behind it...love.

My paws placed on his waist line, and his planted firmly against the lockers, it was hot. Ace, all sweaty and half undressed and dripping sweat; me squeezing his sweat drenched fur. A stir could be felt in my groin area, I was losing myself in the smell of sweat, and something else mixed.

Ace was ever so much turned on by this then I had been. He broke the kiss, sliding down my body, kissing my shoulders, moving down to my chest, going further to my waist line, ending at my bulge. He looked up at me. He probably wanted approval this time. I nodded; he started unzipping my pants and my cock jumped out, half erect and dripping pre. He wrapped a paw around it, squeezing the tip as pre oozed out. He licked the pearly white fluid from my cock, then licked his chops.

Ace was enjoying himself, gripping my cock, pushing pre to the surface, and eating it. I could tell he liked the taste because every time he took in, he would moan in pleasure.

He pushed my cock down, which was now fully erect, and looked up at me with a smirk.

"Hope this makes up for Friday night..."

I looked back at him and guffawed.

"You'll have to do more than this to make up for that. My ass still hurts from your explicit humping."

He laughed.

"Well considered this as our first day anniversary."

I joined him in laughter, but quickly stopped when I felt him jam my cock in his muzzle. I let out a series of unpredictable moans: low, medium, low, loud, medium. They escaped my maw freely.

He started.

The first thing he did was start bobbing his head in a slow motion, gulping down as much pre he could take, and he could take a lot since I provided him with bundles.

I leaned back into the locker and placed a paw behind his head, pushing him down on my massive cock. I jumped into his muzzle, lost in the moment, shooting pre deep in the back of his throat.

He sucked harder, exerting more and more pre, more than I knew I could produce, or anyone for that matter. I guess my simple humps and forcing him down wasn't good enough; his paws slid up my thighs and worked their way to my ass. He closed his paws around my ass and pulled me into him more.

I shuddered.

This treatment so amazing and so new to me, I didn't know how much longer I'd last. My knot slowly formed. Ace noticed it and took one of the paws gripping my ass and started to massage my growing knot. The blowjob was so amazing, I wouldn't. No. I couldn't last any longer...

"I'm...."

Soon as Ace heard this, he forced my entire cock in his muzzle, deepthroating me. My cock resting deep in his throat; he begin to massage my cock, but not with his hand, but with his esophagus, relaxing and closing around my cock.

Now I knew this was beyond my control. My body stiffened, balls pulled up into my body, and I let myself go, shooting my load into his muzzle in ten burst. Ropes of cum pushed down his throat and into his stomach; he continued to suck and massage at my cock, milking it completely dry.

That was, by far, the most amazing thing that I had ever experienced in my life, even better than my Friday night experience. It was my first time to have my cock handled by someone else, let alone sucked on. I was still lost in bliss; I looked down at him still suckling on my cock; he looked back up at me cutely. He was so cute...

He let my cock flop out of his maw started to rise back up until only a few inches from my ear.

"Now are we even?" He chuckled.

I licked his cheek and started to chuckle with him. I rubbed our cheeks together.

"Nope, you still have a lot to do before we're even, big guy."

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Next Chapter: Holiday Surpise

Hey everyone! Ace Wolf here! I'm sorry this one took so long, but I assure you I will start putting out more chapters a tad bit faster. Again, I thank Drayne_The_Wolf for letting me use his fursona in my stories. If you want to add him into one of your stories please ask him; if you want use Ace then just PM me. Well, hope you all enjoyed the story. Please leave comments.