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Cheetahs were always the jocks, and jackals, it seemed, were always the nerds.

Herbert was trying to ignore that little fact, even as he pushed a pair of thick framed glasses up on the bridge of his muzzle, all while struggling to keep up with his friend, Jace, who was outrunning him on the way back to the house, as always.

An odd pair if there ever was one, but one of the best pairs of friends you'd ever find, Herbert was always the quieter bookworm, and Jace was the aggressive, popular boy. Their differences didn't stand in the way of what was a great friendship that spanned almost their entire lives, but it did often leave Herbert winded and trying to catch up, sometimes quite literally.

"I could run backwards and beat you back to the house from there!" Jace called back, and just to add insult to injury, he did exactly what he claimed he could, as he spun around and began jogging with his back to the wind. He could see poor Herbert struggling to get any closer, and the jackal groaned and rolled his eyes as he stopped running, opting to trudge the rest of the way to the front door.

"You k-know I-I'm not a-able to run t-that fast," Herbert complained, barely able to make it through a single word without having to take a panting breath. "W-why would you d-do that?!"

Fresh out of high school and enjoying what might have been their final summer in their hometown, Jace was training almost every day in the hopes that he could stay in shape enough to get a soccer scholarship at one of the nearby universities. Herbert agreed to help him train, but the poor jackal didn't realize what he was getting himself into when he did, and every night for the first week of the summer, he stumbled back to the home of the cheetah drenched with sweat and struggling to breathe.

"You said you were gonna help me train, Herbert! If I slow down too much, it won't really be training for me at all!" Jace explained, his voice growing quieter with each word as Herbert finally made it to the front stoop of a cozy house in a small, quiet neighborhood. "Besides, you're starting to get a little bit faster, even if you can't really tell yet."

"Uh...h-huh..."

"Come on. Let's grab a drink and figure something out for dinner."

Now, Jace was speaking his friend's language, and Herbert perked up a little bit as Jace put his arm around him.

Jace Wilkes was still living at home for the summer, and his parents were struggling more and more with each passing day, eager to finally be the empty-nesters that they always dreamed they would be. "Mom? Dad? Do we have plans for dinner?" Jace yelled as he and Herbert walked in the door.

Naturally, his father was sitting on the couch, planted firmly in front of the television, and his face twisted up in a wince as his ears were rocked with a sudden outburst. "I can fucking hear you, Jace! No! We do not have plans for dinner," the older male lashed out at his son.

Herbert had been coming around the Wilkes household for years, so he wasn't all that surprised to see Jace's father blowing up over nothing; in fact, he happened to know exactly where Jace got his literally loud personality from.

"Jeez, Dad. You're acting like I was shouting through a megaphone or something."

"It was right in my damned ear," his father pointed out, "But no, we don't have dinner. If you're so hungry, here's thirty bucks...go run out and pick something up for everyone."

Most kids would have been frustrated, but Jace never turned down a chance to train. "Fine, but I get to pick the place! C'mon, Herbert!" Jace took the money that his father fished out of his wallet and ran for the door, but Herbert stood in place, shaking at the thought.

"I...n-no, Jace. I can't do another run."

"Hmmph. Fiiiiiine," Jace groaned, as he kept walking. "I'll be back as quick as I can."

Slamming the door behind him in disappointment, Jace made his way out for his favorite restaurant, a couple miles down the road. At his pace, the round trip would only take about half an hour, but Herbert worried that it might have literally killed him, and he slumped into the couch with a sigh of relief that felt every bit as heavy as his tired legs.

Jace's father, Leonard, turned his head from the television and cast a cocked brow over at Herbert. "You'd rather sit here around the house and watch TV with me than hang out with my son?"

"It's not like that," Herbert was quick to defend. "But he's on another level from me, Mr. Wilkes. The food would be cold twice over before we got back!"

"Awfully nice of you to care so much about the food being warm," Leonard teased. "You want to go upstairs and grab yourself a rinse off before he gets back? You're getting sweat all over my nice couch cushions."

Ever the self-conscious one, Herbert jumped right off the couch and began wiping his backside with his open palms. It was a ploy by Leonard, who watched the display with a certain interest, and snickered as Herbert felt the moisture of his own sweat against his rump.

"Oh, shoot! I'm so sorry, Mr. Wilkes! I didn't mean to!"

"You've known for over a decade, kid. You can call me Leonard," the father offered. "And I'll consider it water under the bridge, if you'd hurry up and get yourself clean."

Leonard was acting a bit too eager, but it was all part of the plan, as Herbert raised a brow. "Uh...L-Leonard?" he asked, as he poked his pawtips together absently, pushing sandy-brown fur against itself, "Are you wanting me to grab a shower?"

"To keep my house clean? Yes."

"You seem to care more about my being naked than about your house being clean."

Speed ran in the Wilkes family, much as one might expect of cheetahs. Herbert was edging back toward the door, but before he could take a full step, Leonard was standing right in front of him, leaning an arm over his shoulder.

"Is that so bad, kid? I'm pretty sure your good looks are the reason that Jace keeps you around..."

Herbert gulped. "Jace and I are friends," he pointed out, "And he's never made a move on me before!"

"Not that you've noticed," Leonard teased. He poked a single pawtip against the forehead of the nervous jackal, and chuckled when he shook in place. "But that's because...for all of your smarts, you're kinda dense where it counts."

An apex predator carried a certain aura, and Herbert was finding himself helpless against it as he gulped again, but did little else in the face of the domineering approach. "Y-you don't mean...Jace..."

"Sure, you guys are good friends," Leonard agreed, "But he's been trying to bang you all throughout high school. Now you boys are all grown up, and he's still never gotten you in the sack, because he's too timid with his approach."

"And...w-what's your approach?" Herbert managed to ask, pretending that he was just the submissive player in every pornographic film he'd ever seen.

The reality didn't differ too much from the fantasy, as Leonard gripped the young man by the front of his shirt and pulled him in close for a deep, fiery kiss. Their lips met, and Herbert squeaked in fearful shock...but when Leonard didn't pull away, the nerdy jackal was able to soak up the sensation of such a passionate touch against his own lips, and his whole face began to tingle with delight from it.

His legs turned to jelly, and he leaned right into Leonard as the taller, older male slipped a hand inside of Herbert's shorts. He whimpered once again, and his body began to fidget, but Leonard simply pressed his back into the wall and held him still as he fished out the jackal's sheath.

Athletic shorts that held to fur with a coat of sweat came down easily at Leonard's advances, and Herbert stood against the wall, frozen in place, save for the uneasy shaking of his legs. He'd never been in a situation anywhere close to this level of sensuality, and like a child thrown into the deep end of a pool, he was forced to learn to swim, or drown.

Quaking paws reached up in a slow, uneven pace and began to clutch at Leonard's polo shirt, and Herbert was swimming before he knew it.

**

"Guys, I'm back from...Wha...what-a...bu..."

Jace felt the irises of his flashy, brilliant green eyes shrink down to pinpoints as he opened the door to his house and saw Herbert flat on his back, fully naked. His legs were pinned over his own shoulders, his cock was leaking precum into his navel with such volume that it was spilling onto the rest of his torso, and his asshole was completely stretched out and clenching tight with inexperience...around the cock of his own father.

"Oh, h-hey, son! You're just in time for dessert!"

"We haven't even had dinner yet!" Jace replied, not even stopping to realize how silly the answer was. "Wh...what the fuck, dad? How could you do this when you knew I wanted to fuck Herbert first?!"

Leonard rolled his eyes quietly, even as he continued to pump his hips gently against the quiet jackal. Blushing and trying to fold his ears over his eyes, Herbert couldn't quite look right at Jace without feeling equally bashful and nervous. "I just knew you would react this way...he's still got a perfectly good mouth to fuck, y'know!"

"Oh. S-so he does," Jace admitted, feeling a little silly for his outburst. He set the bags of food down on the side of the floor and lowered his own shorts, freeing the warm, moist flesh of his feline cock from the trap of polyester and cotton that kept it contained while he jogged, and immediately, Herbert was overwhelmed with the scent of yet another apex predator, and one who he was much more comfortable with.

"Okay, Herbert. Do it just like w-we practiced," Leonard ordered, making sure to let that little detail drop before Jace was even able to fall to his knees. The older cheetah had taken every first that Herbert had to give, but that experience was quick to pay off, as Herbert rolled his tongue over the spines upon the tip of Jace's cock and coated it in his saliva, despite the plentiful sweat and musk that it carried after miles of jogging.

Tilting his head all the way back, Herbert managed a shy smile up at his friend as he opened his muzzle wider. "Y-you...you taste nice," he managed to speak, even as his tailhole was completely filled up by Leonard on the other end. The words were shy, nervous, and just a little bit nerdy, as Jace had come to expect from him.

The younger cheetah even smiled at his friend's mannerisms, right before his face twisted up in pleasure, and he watched the stiffening length of his cock completely disappear in Herbert's muzzle, right on the way to slipping into his throat.

"Atta boy," Leonard encouraged the younger males as he neared his climax, and he likely would have finished already, if he weren't constantly looking out the window to his right. "Keep an eye out f-for your mother, Jace...if she catches us like this, she's gonna have all of o-our asses!"

Jace nodded silently as he tried not to whimper. His fangs sunk quickly into his lower lip as he gripped Herbert by his long, delicate ears and began slowly pumping his hips, unaware that his mother was watching the whole act from the security feed on her phone, and plotting her revenge as they fucked so recklessly...