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Sophomore Year: Who Am I?

· ** *Brandon***

"That fuckin' Hybrid is gay for one year and he outs 5 people!" I stormed into a cave-like condo, tossing my backpack onto a leather sofa.

I was furious. Drake's sexual identity crisis opened up a whole new can of problems. The hybrid's mom supposedly knows he is questioning his sexuality, and instead of her asking him, she comes to me. Why drag an outsider into a family problem? I just didn't get it.

I paced back and forth; fist clenched tight. Ace leaned against the wall, watching me intensely. I knew he did not approve of profanity, but I was way to mad to care about his petty little dislikes. This was the time for panic. How could he be so calm? The reason I was mad is because I feared that his life was ruined.

Ace chuckled. "How can you blame Drake? He didn't tell Ms. Foster anything, did he?"

I shook my head.

"No, but his carelessness and sloppy relationship almost outted Max and I..."

Ace interrupted, "Stop lying to yourself, kid. You know that is not the reason you are mad. So be honest with yourself so we can start moving forward. Blaming people will not solve problems."

I sighed and stopped pacing. He was right. Hell, he was always right. You'd think I would be use to that by now.

"You're right... Drake didn't do anything..." I fell back into the wall behind me and rested my head against it. "It's not his fault his mom is Psychology Witch. But it is a problem... She knows, Ace."

"I know," Ace said, nodding. "She's always known about me. It was only a matter of time before she found out about us, you know? It was bound to happen."

"What do we do?" I asked.

Ace shrugged. "Nothing. We do nothing, because everything is completely fine."

I looked at the wolf in confusion. Everything was not fine. If word got out, Ace would be thrown in Prison, and it would be all my fault. This was not the time for him to look cool. He needed to be a little more serious if we were to get out of this.

"The hell it will!" I charged in his direction, stopping only inches from his body. I had to look up to meet his eye. "Stop trying to act like a badass for a second and realize we are in some deep..."

Ace leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. All of the tension seemed to leak from my body and into the ground. The kiss did not last long, but it was enough to put my mind in a more serene place.

"Nothing is going to happen," Ace whispered. "The old wolf may talk a big game, but I promise you she is all bark and no bite"

A grin spread on the wolf's face.

"Especially if you have the remote to her shock collar."

I tilt my head, a little confused. Ace saw the blank stare on my face and decided to explain himself.

"Everyone has secrets they will protect. The things they do to protect these secrets are often unjustified, yet we do them anyway. Closeted gay guys hide their secrets through dating girls and marrying them. No matter how many people keeping a secret hurts, the chained up truth will always be worth the sacrifice."

"I'm not following," I said.

"That Psych Witch... As scary and cunning as she appears, there is a dirty little secret that weighs heavy in her heart. That piece of information... The secret? Well, I know what it is, and as long as I do, I will have immunity to any anger or negative emotion that comes from the Wolf."

"What type of information do you have? It must be something big!"

Ace placed a finger on my lips.

"That's for me to know, and you to forget about." The wolf pat me on the head. "Now get in there and do your homework.

Ace turned away and made his way to his bedroom. I watched him. He stood straight with great posture; his arms hung at his sides while his hands were stuffed in his pocket.

Many questions surrounded the wolf. Like the relationship he had with Drake's mom. How did they truly know one another and what type of leverage does my wolf friend have. Whatever it is sparked an interest in me; one that would not die out any time soon.

*Caleb*

The sound of a door slamming behind me echoed throughout the house as I tossed my backpack aside and made my way up a staircase to my room. It felt great be home after a long day of social interaction. Uhhh...

I jumped in a queen size bed and glared at the ceiling. I was bored. This empty feeling I had ruled over my life. It was like running from myself, while chasing myself. The whole thing was quite confusing, and the reason for all of my misery was off somewhere, probably just as miserable as me.

That person was Drake.

For as long as I can remember, Drake has been here in these frozen moments. People develop this voice in their head who they speak with when alone. Drake and I spent so much time together that over time we became the voice for one another.

Now I can hear that voice of mine. An unfamiliar voice that out tones my own. And do you know what it says?

It tells me to hate Drake.

I clenched my fist before springing up and grabbing my bracelet, which doubled as a pipe. I took a big hit of the Devils lettuce. I hoped the smoke would fill my head and cloud that pestering emotion. But marijuana isn't strong enough for that nowadays.

I was mad, but at what? Tyran was out of our lives. All I needed to do was go and talk to him. The memory of what we had in the past kept something alive. It felt like hope. It was the most light I could see with all these smoke clouds.

Yet deep down I knew another reason lurked. I felt weak every time I think about it. My chest tightens and the world starts to spin...

How do I apologize for pushing him away? The things I said to him. Who does that to someone they love? Of course I was driven by rage, but is that really an excuse? No. As bad as I wanted to play the victim, no amount of drugs could aid in convincing myself my best friend deserved the abuse I dished out.

Bottom line. I don't know how to apologize. So I'm mad. I'm mad at him because it's easier.

A click of the door could be heard. One of my parents had come home early. It would most likely be my father. He is a professor at the university my Aunt works at. They only had to be at school for their classes, so it left their schedules completely open.

I aired the room out by opening a window and spraying air freshener. I made my way downstairs to greet my father, Seth Parker. A large tiger, with a little pudgy gut and thick arms walked in, took off a navy blue fedora, and nearly placed his brief case next to backpack, which was lazily tossed to the side.

"Good evening son," My father spoke.

"Hey dad, what's up. You're home early"

The large feline chuckled. "Well someone needs to keep an eye on you. Your mother and I can't let our teenager run around unsupervised."

I rolled my eyes. If they only knew.

"Will mom be home for dinner tonight?"

"Nope. She's working late at the library. Sorry kiddo."

"So TV dinners then?" I said sarcastically.

Dad frowned. He could sense a little hostility in my tone, but he did what he always do and respect my emotional outburst.

"We can order pizza. Maybe you can share some of the good stuff with your old man so he can really enjoy it."

Dad gave a sly grin causing me to turn dark red. I was at a lost of words. He couldn't know I smoked. I had been so careful. I rarely keep it inside the house, that goes for smoking too, although today was an exception. Maybe I had gotten sloppy. Stress can do that to you.

Dad pat me on the shoulder as he walked up the stairs. "Dinner at 7."

As I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, that lonely feeling creeped back up. 7 could not get here fast enough. Even if it is my dad, a friendly voice could probably ease the pain caused by solitude.

Eventually I decided to do homework while I wait. Half the time was spent looking at a book with my phone close by to check all of my social media accounts. One, in particular, held my attention: SnapTalk.

A notification from Amber popped up on the small screen. Apparently, she posted a picture of herself, looking up at the camera with the caption 'Bored!!! Someone save me!"

I stared at the picture, lost in memories of the past. Amber. The cute feline that had a sex drive that rivaled my own. I missed her. I missed the way she brought me out of my shell when I was all alone. She was no Drake, but her presence was enough to keep me from being consumed by my thoughts. I could lose myself in her... Literally.

"I wander what she's..."

-Ding Dong-

The doorbell rung. I could hear dad downstairs open the door and begin talking to the delivery boy. After he was done with the transaction, dad yelled, announcing pizza had arrived.

I wasted no time. I jumped out of bed, grabbed a joint off of my desk, and bolted downstairs. I met dad in our living room. The room was pretty large, with little furniture. In the middle of this large den sat a white leather couch, a long glass table, and 70 inch television mantled on the wall. Dad was leaned over, placing pizza boxes on the table when I jumped over the sofa.

"Great, I'm starvin!" I said before throwing the joint on the pizza box.

The reaction was expected. Dad's eyes widened as he gazed at the marijuana. He looked up at me, and the only thing I could do is give a toothy grin.

With my paws in pocket, I shrugged. "You asked, I delivered."

"You have some balls on you."

"What do you mean dad?" I responded. "If anyone asks, my father forced me to buy him drugs."

Dad rolled his eyes and picked up the joint. We both on the couch.

"You know your mom will kill you if she finds out."

I retracted a lighter from my pocket and held it an inch from my dads muzzle. "A family that rolls together, blows together."

"And speaking of rolling..." Dad interrupted. "This is rolled nicely. Cool little boat at it the end to top it off."

"Whatchu know about joints?" I said. It was weird hearing my dad talk about marijuana. It's good he only knows about weed and not all of the other drugs I love.

Dad chuckled. "Your parents weren't always good citizens. We had our wild streaks. Smoked weed. Now we have a house, kid, and responsibilities. It's for the best."

I watched dad gaze over the joint. He was just like me, but just an adult version. I had a lot to live up to, and to be honest that was a little intimidating. Now, I finally had a chance to see the real man. A fur, just trying to make it in the world.

"You will have to share a few stories with me one day."

Dad lit the joint before inhaling a chest-ful of smoke. When he exhaled, he coughed so hard that I thought he was going to spit out a lung. I guess this was the first time he's smoked in a while seeing how he gave a newbie reaction.

"Sure," Dad said as he handed me the joint. "But I doubt they would even come close to what you and Drake get into..."

There was a brief pause. I held the joint in my paw, just staring at it. Memories of Drake pushed their way to the surface. I could feel anger and hatred boil to the top, but I quickly gathered myself before letting dad catch a glimpse of my emotional side. If he did we would spend the next five hours talking about things I did not feel comfortable discussing.

Dad gave me a concerned look, but I was a step ahead of him, placing the joint in my muzzle and inhaling. Once my lungs were full of smoke, Dad said, "Speaking of Drake... what's going on between the two of you? It's been months since he's came over to hangout."

"It's nothing. We're just really busy is all." I lied. Dad was not satisfied with my answer.

"To busy for him to come over and visit? I mean, we're family. Plus he didn't stop by once over the summer. Is everything ok? He isn't in trouble or anything?"

I rolled my eyes and hit the joint again. As it left my lips, a paw swiped the rolled up marijuana from my own. Dad was looking at me with a stern gaze now.

"Look, son." Dad started, "Don't think your mother and I haven't noticed your mood lately. Ever since last May you've been different. You're always quiet, but at least when Drake was around you looked more lively. Now you never smile, you're always alone, and you quit the basketball team. I know high school is tough, but I always knew you'd get through it because you have Drake. You two were like brothers... Hell, at times you seem closer than brothers... People think you two are twins. One and the same."

With those words, I shot up. I was angry and my face showed it. I let out a low growl, showing some of my canines in the process. What Dad said set me off. Not because his words were false, but because they were exactly what I was running away from for the past four months.

The accusation of being like Drake left a sour taste in my muzzle. I was different from that mutt. I had to be. If I wasn't then that would mean...

That would mean...

No, I am not gay. I liked girls, and Drake... He was a faggot!

"I am nothing like Drake!" I snarled. "Never say that again!"

"Son..." Dad looked at me with concern and confusion scribbled over his face. We locked eyes for a second. I could feel his fatherly love try to reach out to me, but like I always do, I shut out those emotions, buried them, and cemented it so no one could ever uncover them.

I turned around, walked to the door, opened it and left the house before saying.

"I need to clear my head..."

*Drake*

I don't know how it happened? What could possibly lead to this? A mixture of confusion, pain, agony, disappointment -Lust. All were present as Max and I ripped away at each others clothes, wildly tossing them aside in the process. Max's paws ran over every inch of my furry body, sending my hormones into overdrive. Our muzzles mashed together, mixing the sweet taste of saliva as our tongues battled for dominance.

I was lost in the act. Parts of me wanted to put an end to this, but it's hard being a horny teenager. It's harder when your cock is taking all of the blood in your body preventing any rational thought. No, this was the rational thing to do. How could it feel so right yet my mind say otherwise? I don't know, but what I do know is how amazing Max taste; or how good his paws felt when gripping the shaft of my cock.

Max pushed me onto my bed and hopped on top of me, pressing his muzzle into mine once more. The weight of his body held me in place, not like I wanted to go anywhere. The way he grind his furry ass into me caused my cock to jump in excitement, shooting precum onto his furry sac. He noticed my enjoyment and broke the kiss, giving a lustful smirk before slowly kissing down my neck, chest, abs, and ending with his nose planted firmly into my pubic fur.

Max grabbed my shaft again before glancing up. "Are you ok with this?"

Was I ok? After waiting months, if not years to lose my virginity to the person I loved, I fell empty handed. I wanted my first time to be with Tyran, but life had other plans. New plans. Plans that I was not entirely against, seeing how hard I was at the moment. But was I ok with this? Max is my best friend. He's one of the few people I can trust in this world, but is he the guy to share my first time?

I placed a paw on the back of the husky's head, giving it a light scratch before pulling his muzzle into my crotch. There was no going back now. Sex was all I could think about at the time. I can't tell if it was the alcohol from earlier, or seeing Max's cute furry ass, but the decision was made.

With no hesitation, Max engulfed half my member in one go. I couldn't believe it. The feeling was amazing. A bath of warm, moist bliss trapped my member within its' grasp. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, yet the flick of his tongue and slow bobbing made me regret that wish. The new feeling was better. I mean, I've received blowjobs before, but none like this. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Max had a LOT of practice. The husky mastered anything he put his mind to. I'm glad this was no exception to the rule.

I could really lose myself, because without any conscious effort, my hips slowly began to hump into the husky's muzzle. I pushed deeper and deeper with each lazy thrust, gradually sliding in until I hit the back of his throat. He attempt to come up but my paw held him in place while I gently humped his maw. Lucky for Max, and myself, it appeared he did not have a gag reflex. He did not fight my actions; in fact he begun massaging a pair of furry balls, coaxing out a moan. Max moaned as well. Our sexual tones bounced off the walls, filling the room.

Max pushed off my cock; a string of saliva connected his muzzle and my pink tip. Two cool blue eyes glared at me seductively. Suddenly, he attacks me with a deep kiss, breaking that string of saliva. This sent my senses into overdrive! Max's sweet taste mixed with the flavor of my cock made my tongue tingle. Max's cock was now rock hard and jabbed me in the abs, which shot a strange, pleasurable vibe through my tail hole. The new feeling made me anxious for more.

I snaked my arms around Max's waist, flipped him over, and deepened the kiss. Max's legs wrapped around my waist and our cocks rubbed together, soaking our stomachs with precum. He was warm. Imagine being a baby kangaroo inside its mother's pouch. The sensation of safety and love should come to mind, right? That's how he felt against my body. His entire body felt this way: from his head to his snug tail hole.

I grabbed ahold of my shaft and pushed its tip against his resilient hole. He wanted me inside of him; I could feel it. It was in his soft pants as I kiss and snipped at his neck. Or maybe when I would force his arms over his head and his cock spit pre hitting both our chins. He wanted me -he had to.

I brought my muzzle to his ear and snarled.

"I can't take it anymore!" Max moaned as my warm breaths hit his ear. "I want to... I want to fuck you!"

"W-wait..." Max whimpered.

I ignored him. The only thing on my mind was my dick... My dick planted deep into Max's tight little hole. Before I could give it a second thought, I thrust, slowly and forcefully, into him. Max's entire body shuddered and he squeezed my ribs in a death grip.

"O-oh fuck..." He muttered in my ear. "D-Drake... take it -take it slow..."

Slow? The only thing inside him was my tip and that was enough to make me lose control! Saliva and pre mixed together for our lubrication: a combination of warm, wet, and tight were going to make me come soon, so taking it slow was definitely not an option. I tried a few breathing techniques I picked up at the gym. Lucky, that provided a little control, but I felt it dwindle by the second.

Like quicksand, I sunk into Max's warm ass. He let out moans of ecstasy, giving me permission to start rocking my hips. I started out slow, but this was my first time. I didn't know the importance of patience. I thrust harder, pushing my cock IN him, and pulling moans OUT. Max's claws dug into my back, penetrating skin. I let out a roar as my tiger half took over. Max's claws hurt like hell, but the pain and pleasure complimented each other.

"Fuck m-me... I'm getting close..." Max's voice was weak.

I couldn't hold back any more. What he said sent me over the edge. I drove my cock harder, my knot had now fully swelled and punched Max's anus with each thrust. My orgasm was closing in and for some strange, unexplainable reason I wanted to plant my seed as far up Max's hole as I could.

"Max! I'm about to!"

"Me too!"

Again, for the infinite time tonight, I found myself desiring something odd. Multiple things. I wanted to shove my knot in him, which was understandable since I was part wolf. The other thing I wanted to do is bite down on my friend's neck. I don't know why I wanted to do either of these things, but I did. I did both.

Max wasn't expecting this, and he reacted accordingly as he yelped in pain, which died down to a grunt, and then a muffled moan. As soon as the first rope of come shot, I stopped moving. My hips fused with his ass. I made sure every drop would remain, even after I left. I guess it was another one of those wolf things.

Max's hold on me tightened as he shot his load; coating both of our chests with warm, solid, white come. All of the energy was drained from my body; I couldn't hold myself up anymore so I collapsed on top of Max, mixing both our fur with his sticky seed. I felt his heart beat with each twitch of his cock. We just lie there, trying to catch our breath.

"A virgin, huh?" Max was the first to speak. "You fuck like a pro."

I growled playfully, snipping at his neck.

Max inhaled and exhaled contently. "You sure this was your first time?"

"I've had blowjobs, but that's it. This was the first time being in someone."

"Did you like it? I mean, fucking a guy?"

"Hell yeah!" I barked. "That was better than any blowjob."

Max blushed. He nuzzled into my neck, softly murring. I smiled at his touch. This was the first time in a long time I've felt this way. This was the first time, in a long time, he wasn't on my mind.

"Umm... Max..."

"Yeah, buddy?"

"You aren't, umm... well, dating anyone, are you?"

Max removed his muzzle from my neck to look up into my eyes.

"No... I've never had a boyfriend. I mean, Brandon and I have fooled around in the past, but it's always been a friend with benefit deal."

"Why is that? You two would make a great couple. The chemistry is definitely there."

Max blushed.

"I thought so... But Brandon is, and have always been in love with someone else."

"Who?"

My husky friend diverted his attention to the opposite direction.

"I-I don't know."

I took his paw in mine, gently caressing it. Max looked back at me, gazing into my eyes. He was beautiful. That could be the afterglow talking, but Max looked different, like I was seeing him through a new pair of eyes. His left ear laid flat against his head fur. Wow was he adorable.

"I haven't been this happy in a long time... man, I don't even remember when I smiled and didn't have to force it. Half of that was my fault. I pushed you all away when I needed you the most. Tyran and Caleb left me on the same exact day. The two people who I confided in the most were just gone. I was depressed. I didn't know if I would ever climb out of that dark hole. It's great having you all back, but..."

Max's ears shot up. "But...?"

"But I want this... I want to feel this way again. I want to feel it with you."

As always, I fell in love, and I fell hard. Everything I said is true. Loneliness is a prison, but one with a door which leads to your freedom. You, and you alone have the power to get up and escape, but you can't. You have no energy; no drive; no love.

Max rubbed up my arm. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... I'm asking will you be my boyfriend?"

Max's face lit up like a child on Christmas. Suddenly, he threw his arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss; much deeper than before. I think his tongue actually touched my throat! All I could do is place my paws at his hips, close my eyes, and enjoy this moment, because god knows they come few and far between.

*Chad*

"Thank you lord for the food you have blessed us with today. May it give us the strength to further your teachings; may we remain safe as we consume this meal graced by you. Watch over us. Guide us. Sculpt us in your image, lord. In your name we pray.."

"Amen." Three bulldogs, including myself said in unison. To my left is my dad, a big dog who could intimidate anyone. Sometimes, it is hard to believe he is a pastor. Sitting directly across from me was my brother Brock. You know, the guy who terrorized Madison High last year? Yeah... Unfortunately we are related.

Who am I? My name is Chad Garner, a fourteen year old sophomore. Most people don't remember me from the previous year, but I was there; hiding in the background. I did not want the unwanted attention, especially when being in the shadow of a tyrant like Brock.

Unlike my brother, manners were not the only thing that made us different. Brock was always into sports; I preferred spending my time in church. Brock was a giant of muscle; I had big arms, but a belly that would not flatten. Brock bullied people smaller than him; I inspired those who needed a lift. The two of us were complete opposites. I blamed the three year age gap, but overtime the excuse became null seeing how the older brother was suppose to be mature.

Most people assume growing up with a pastor for a dad is rough. Let me tell you. Those assumptions are spot on. I remember life as a young child and being told all of what is bad in the world. Odd enough, I was never given the opposite. My father was a strict parent. We lost my mom five years ago; I can remember it all like it was yesterday: a curse that I have to live with for the rest of my life. If my dad was not uptight before, he was even more so now. Yet he was my role model.

After mom's death, I felt at a complete lost in life. Nothing excited me anymore. Overtime, I distanced myself from friends and family. Living seemed to be so much of a burden. How could a child get over his mother being shot and killed; how do you go back to a normal life when the person who filled everyday with love and smiles had suddenly disappeared? The answer is disappointing, because the answer is you never gain your happiness back. I watched my brother and father cope with her death. Brock became a delinquent who brought havoc to all he deemed worthy. I could not copy his actions. I didn't have a bad bone in my body.

Dad, on the other paw, dove head first into the church. I copied his coping mechanism and did the same. After three years of depression, I found a solution to my problems. Instead of sitting at home, remenincing, I decided to help around the church; volunteer every second of my life to helping others and spreading the good word.

"So, how is school going?" Dad started cutting into the steak on his plate. Broke was the first to answer him.

"Good so far," Broke started. "At the moment I'm taking two classes. That's all I need to graduate in December."

"You better graduate this time." Dad gave my brother a stern look. "No trouble this year."

The air was thick. Dad usually gave off this vibe. When he gets serious everyone knows. It's a bone chilling feeling. I guess that is why I was the good child. I avoided his anger at all cost, because no one really wanted to be on his bad side. This was not the biggest town; we barely got the title: city. Being the only church here, Dad made friends with everyone. He knew everyone in Madison.

"Don't mess with those gay kids this year. We don't cast out demons with pure ignorance. We do it with the word of God. If you would just think for once in your life..." Dad trailed off, before directing his gaze at me -one a little more pleasant. "I wish he would be a little more like you, son. You educate. That's how the JAMESONS do things!"

I looked at my brother. His ears lay flat on his head. I could see all of the life drain from his body as he picked at his steak and potatoes.

"Dad..." I said timidly, looking from my brother to my plate.

"How are things in your church group at school?" Dad asked.

My ears perked up. "Great! This year I will be leading us. The last guy graduated (Dad chuckled), and everyone voted to make me head of Priority Club. I can't wait to start. I have so many plans for this year, I don't really think I will be able to do them all. You better be ready for a lot of collaboration between the church and our club this year sir!"

"Good job! You've already started your life out right. Soon you will be up there preaching right alongside your old man. You sure know how to make a father proud!"

As dad said that, I glanced over at Brock. For a second his teeth presented themselves, but he ended up with his head down. That was sure to hurt. I was his favorite son. His prodigy. I enjoyed the attention, but sometimes the pain on my brother's face would make me sympathetic.

He was mom's favorite...

He must feel so alone nowadays.

I looked my dad in the eye.

"You have two sons to be proud of," I lied. "Since Brock only has two classes, he's agreed to help out in the club."

"Is that so?" Dad raised an eyebrow.

I looked over at Brock and winked.

"Yes sir. He's going to help introduce Priority Club to the football team. Maybe that will get some of these lazy dad's off the couch on Sunday and into Church where they belong."

Dad nodded.

"Good idea, boys. I like the sound of that!"

I looked at Brock. He didn't look in my direction. Just at his plate. It was like that for the rest of dinner. Dad and I sat there and only talked church. He was really excited about my leadership role. I guess every father would be proud in a situation like this. Once we finished eating, Dad stood up and told us to do the dishes before going to bed. Dad and I both walked in the kitchen and put our plates in the sink. Once he left, Brock entered with his plates. He forced them into the sink casting a clanking sound throughout the kitchen.

"What's your deal?" Brock barked.

"What do you mean?"

"Telling dad I was going to help you with that bullshit club?"

"Hey, dude, watch your language in the house."

"Shove that up your asshole, bro and fuck yourself with it. I don't need your help."

"Really?" I crossed my arms as I leaned against a nearby counter.

"Yeah, fucking really."

"Then why didn't you just tell him I was lying?" Brock's face drained of anger, replacing those hate-fueled eyes with defeat. I knew why he didn't say anything. He enjoyed dad's praise, even if it was threw me. I guess that made him feel weak. He had to rely on his little brother to get something from our father. Something he should be given no matter what his father thinks of him.

"Fuck you, Chad." He said as he turned around. Softly, he whispered again as he left...

"...fuck you..."