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Charlie's knees complained, the small subway tiles of Fairfax Regional High School's locker room grinding them to dust as his weight shifted back and forth. The locker room was quiet, save for the intermittent slurp of Charlie's mouth, or the heavy panting of Stephen Ross from above. Stephen stood in front of the kneeling horse, head rolled back slightly, eyes screwed shut as he concentrated on the feeling of the horse's warm mouth around his throbbing length. Charlie could feel the wolf's heart hammering, could feel it in the subtle swell of Stephen's smooth warmth. Charlie wrapped his hands around Stephen's thighs, his teammate's muscles welling between his fingers. Stephen breathed a curse word into the small locker room air and grabbed two handfuls of Charlie's flowing white mane, drawing him against his hips. Charlie was one of the few animals in the school who could take Stephen's knot in his mouth without breaking his jaw, and Stephen was nothing if not appreciative of Charlie's particular biology.

Lips wrapped tightly around the entirety of Stephen's knot, Charlie moved his broad tongue in slow, repetitive circles against the cock that reached towards the back of his waiting throat. He felt Stephen's legs tighten so he shuffled forward a bit on his knees, letting one of his teammate's legs go so he could instead envelop the wolf's warm orbs in the free hand, kneading them ever so gently. They drew tighter against Stephen's body, and the once-gentle pulling on Charlie's mane turned into a desperate rigidity, holding the horse down while he tipped over the point of no return.

Orgasm washed over the wolf, his whole body tensing up in a release he'd been waiting all weekend for; he could seldom find free time with enough privacy to get off. But he was certainly finding the time now, even if privacy was no guarantee in so public a space. But that thought was the furthest from Stephen's mind--and Charlie's, for that matter.

The first rope of hot cum surprised Charlie with its intensity, and he let out a slow, hot breath against the wolf's pelvis, a low moan rumbling out of his chest, disappearing in the soft pelvic fur that he nuzzled his nose more firmly against. Stephen could feel the breath, imagined the two of them were out in a snowy field, steam boiling out of the horse's broad nostrils, rising off the fur on his hips. He could feel Charlie swallow, feel the horse's head buck gently as he did so. A few more shots down Charlie's throat for good measure, Stephen let go of the horse's head.

Charlie knew it wasn't a great idea, but he couldn't resist the thought. Every time Stephen came it seemed to go on and on, just blast after blast after blast. This time was no exception; Charlie been to draw backwards off his teammate's length, letting the cum pool in his mouth as the wolf convulsed. He finally let it slide out of his mouth, wrapping a firm fist behind the knot. He had his mouth open for a few shots, letting it splatter on his broad nose and lips. He closed it for the rest, Stephen showering him in thick, white seed. His mane was matted: he could feel it drip into his fur, but he didn't care. He loved it.

Stephen moaned, taking his dick into his own hand to finish, milking out the last few drops before slinking down the locker he'd been leaning up against. The two of them panted together for a few moments in silence, Stephen glancing at his watch after a few pregnant moments.

"Shit, bud, gotta hurry. Class out in the annex," he began to rise, pulling the band of his sweatpants up over his softening member. He paused, wiping the last drip of cum off his tip with his middle finger, dragging it in a line down Charlie's snout. "Can't have any drips, you know?" he said, pushing Charlie's shoulder. Charlie rose with him, swallowing his friend's warmth, rolling his eyes. Stephen reached down, grasping Charlie's bare, heavy balls. Charlie looked him in the eyes, his engorged length flopping onto his Stephen's forearm. "God damn you're big. Someday..." Stephen said, gently squeezing the Belgian Draft's balls. He grabbed his backpack and was abruptly on his way out the door into the adjoining cafeteria, door swinging closed behind him.

Charlie glanced at his phone. Stephen was right, he had to hurry. Especially before first period gym came in to change. The steam of the shower thickened the cum, making it especially difficult to brush out of his thick fur. Thankfully it wasn't his winter coat quite yet, or he mightn't have finished in time. His erection subsided in the shower, mind turning from holding Stephen down and having his way with him to Honors Chemistry. It wasn't going to be a fun period, even if he could make it on time.

Charlie emerged, clean, from the showers, padding over to his backpack perched near the droplets of cum that hadn't made it into his mouth or onto his head. He wiped them away with his foot, sitting down to pull his socks and underwear on. First period gym students had taken control of the locker room, tossing book bags into the lockers, stripping, and pulling on tired old basketball shorts and sneakers. Charlie drank in the sights, wolves and horses, bulls. There was plenty of dick to see, and Charlie didn't mind every last bit of it.

"Late again, Mr. Harrington?" came the shrill voice of Mr. Huber as Charlie slid into the too-small desk that remained unoccupied.

"Sorry, car trouble," Charlie mumbled, pulling out his supplies for the dreadful class that was sure to come.

"Better get that checked out, that's the third time in as many weeks!" Mr. Huber remarked, opening the textbook and turning to the whiteboard. "Now that we're all here and settled, how's about learning some unit conversions?" Charlie instantly began to space out. Stephen had left him with achingly full balls, left him with the animal lust he'd been fostering all week, thinking about Stephen. The kid was pretty hot, two years his senior, too. They'd first "met" after a losing game of baseball. The ride back on the bus was quiet; although the Fairfax Bulldogs lost often, it stung nonetheless. Soon it was just Charlie and Stephen in the locker room, two of the few students who had their driver's licenses on the team. Charlie had picked up what he thought was his own phone, accidentally seeing a notification from Grindr on Stephen's phone.

He smiled, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms behind his head. It had been a pretty great first experience. Charlie made a big show of bending over in front of Stephen as the two of them slowly put their stuff away, in the very same locker room they'd met in this morning. He intentionally caught the wolf looking at his ass, so he flagged his tail so Stephen could 'get a good look.' What started with kissing ended with Charlie's first ever hand job. He'd been masturbating for years, but it wasn't until then that he actually had an experience with another animal. It was magical, if clumsy. For years he'd been silently jerking off to pictures of big strong males and to his peer's Instagram accounts. And finally he found someone he could actually meet with.

Stephen wasn't the most considerate lover, in fact he almost always managed to leave Charlie wanting for more, just as he had this morning. But the effect it had on Charlie was not always one of frustration, rather it just drove him wild. He knew he'd been gay for a long time, he'd really made his peace with it. He'd drool at the smell of his teammates after a tough summer session, think about the lot of them circled around him in the locker room.

"Mr. Harrington? Would you care to tell us what the weight of 34.567 liters of carbon dioxide is, at Standard Temperature and Pressure?"

Charlie let out a long "uhhhhhhh..." before Mr. Huber interrupted his stalling, shoulders sagging.

"See me after class, Charlie," he said, with a defeated sound in his voice. Charlie met with him, sat through the 'get your life in order' and 'I know you're a good student' chat, and made his way towards AP Calculus out in the annex, now late due to the meeting with Mr. Huber. He passed Stephen in the hallway, the two winking at one another. It made Charlie's heart race, and he livened his pace. He could feel a stirring in his loins, and didn't want to be bulging out through his joggers in the middle of the hallway.

Not every day was this great; most mornings Charlie stumbled out of bed about five minutes before class started. But today he had a spring in his step, he'd left his tail loose to swing against his legs as he walked. It was fun to feel wanted, especially by a hot senior.

Charlie was like any other gay student in a high school: he'd get dicks drawn on his binders, get glitter thrown into his locker. The usual stuff. But it didn't really matter, no more than regular bullying. Charlie wasn't flamboyantly gay, but he was definitely gay. Enough that it was an open secret among school employees and students alike. It didn't feel great to get bullied, but he supposed if it wasn't for sucking dick, it would be for something else.

Even though it was only about a minute's walk from the heated high school to the heated annex, the brisk fall air was enough to calm Charlie's nethers before getting into the classroom. Much like chemistry, he didn't do a ton of paying attention, 'limits' and 'areas under curves' flowing in one ear and out the other. He scribbled absentmindedly in his binder, resting his head on his hand for so long that wrist fell asleep.

The rest of the school day was much the same, punctuated briefly by lunch where Charlie gossiped with his friends, nibbling at the celery and carrots he'd brought from home before shuffling into last period. When the bell rang, Charlie dumped his stuff into his backpack and practically ran outside. He unlocked his truck, plopping his backpack down in the bed before clambering up into the cab. Finally, finally it was time to go home.

The Harringtons lives just two miles from the school but Charlie still luxuriated in the drive; having had his license for only two months, driving was still a new experience for him. He rolled into the parking lot of the Circle K on the corner of Kodak and Chestnut, a Moxie on his mind. Inside, a group of four construction workers were milling around the beer cooler, fighting over which case they were going to share. Charlie slowly perused a rack that gave him a perfect view, drinking in their toned arms and thick thighs until they walked up to the counter with a case of Miller Lite.

Charlie took full advantage of the '2-for-$2' deal on Moxie, paid, and made it home in what might've been record time. Neither of his parents were home, so he schlepped upstairs to his room, grabbing some more carrots along the way from the overstuffed fridge. His phone vibrated when he made it to the top of the stairs, and he eagerly pulled it out of his pocket, hoping it was a Snapchat from Stephen. He was not so lucky, not twice in a day. It was, instead, a text from his sister, Lacey.

"Hey kid, wanna Skype for a minute? Got something to show you," she asked. Charlie sighed, wishing it'd been another nude from Stephen, but this would do nonetheless.

"Sure, let me just get settled in," he responded, popping his soda open and sucking down several greedy mouthfuls before jumping onto his bed. Skype rang for an impossibly long time once he called, but eventually his sister picked up.

"Hey, bud!" she said, waving choppily.

"'Sup, Lace," he said.

"How're you doing? It's still like ninety degrees here," she said, squirming on her dorm room's bed to get comfortable.

"I'm ok! Definitely not ninety here. I think it was fifty at noon? I don't really remember."

"I actually miss the fall weather," Lacey said, trailing off a bit. "Anyway, wanna see something cool?"

Charlie nodded, and watched as his sister rolled up her shirt to show off a new belly button piercing. He laughed aloud.

"Do you think mom and dad will care?" she asked.

"Well," Charlie began. "You have your ears gauged, so no I don't think this will be the one that causes them to disown you." Lacey laughed, the Skype stream freezing in the middle. Charlie heard noise downstairs, the rattle of keys landing in the bowl by the front door. "Mom and dad are home, I'd better fire up the homework or they'll castrate me," he said, rising to his knees, wincing.

"Hey, bud. How are you? Really?" Lacey asked, raising her eyebrows. Charlie shrugged and smiled.

"I'm fine!" he said.

"Someone obviously thinks so," Lacey said. Charlie cocked his head to the side, squinting his eyes. "You should wipe off your ear before you go downstairs, kiddo," she said, blowing him a kiss and hanging up. Charlie looked in his mirror. Sure enough, there was matting on his ear, some remaining cum from the morning. How in the hell had he missed it? And that meant he'd looked like that all day... He sighed, scrubbing at the fur until it looked more normal. He hadn't directly told Lacey he was 'light in the loafers' as his father called it, but it was pretty evident that she knew. He headed back downstairs, Moxie and carrots in tow.

"Hey dad," he said, seeing it was his father home from work. He was loosening his tie, and undoing the first few buttons on his shirt.

"Hey kiddo," he said. "How was school?"

"Boring as ever, but not bad," Charlie responded, leaning against the sink. "How was work?"

His father sighed. "I tell you, man. Some of the people in this profession just don't know what the fuck they're doing. Client today told me the last auditor told them they needed to depreciate their roads, due to GASB 34. Which is technically correct, but the fucking roads were built in the eighteen-hundreds by farmers, who eventually paved it one time in the thirties. How the hell are you going to put a cost on that to depreciate?"

Much like he'd done in his classes earlier in the day, Charlie's eyes glazed over. He nodded and shook his head, "Jeez, pa."

"Ready to drink a beer and do nothing," he said, stomping off to his room to finish changing. Charlie went into the living room, plopping down on the couch and curling his legs up underneath himself. He winced, his tail getting caught between his legs until he reached beneath himself to fix it. After a few minutes of changing, the closing of the refrigerator door and the crack of a beer can being opened signaled his father's entrance to the living room. The TV sprung to life, an old black-and-white Korean War flick partway through its introduction. "Love this movie! We're just catching the opening," his father said, leaning the recliner back and drinking deeply from his PBR, a tall, clean-cut stallion standing atop a hill beneath a billowing American flag.

Charlie played absentmindedly on his phone, scrolling through news feeds, Instagram, Twitter, whatever it took to make the time go by. After about a half hour he padded back upstairs to fire up the homework he'd brought home, the first of the week. Monday night's homework always felt the worst; you make it through the mountain you get assigned over the weekend and think you'll have a moment or two off, only to get blasted as soon as you hand in the weekend's stuff. It wasn't even difficult work, just tedious. The frustration of having it assigned at all was the worst part.

No sooner had he finished working through unit conversions and typing out the world's most effortless and careless essay about the war of 1812, did his phone vibrate on the corner of his desk. He picked it up, excited again to hear from Stephen. But, again, it was his sister.

"Almost forgot! I sent you a package, tracking says it was delivered today." Charlie put his phone down and made his way out to the mailbox at the edge of the road. It was a pretty major thoroughfare, cars screaming by at fifty-five miles an hour just feet from him as he poked into the mailbox to withdraw a package that had been rammed in by what might be the world's laziest mailman. He cut it open on the kitchen table, unrolling as much of the bubble wrap in one go as he could. Inside was a camera, an old one judging by the smell that struck him as soon as it was on the table. It was an ancient Fujica film camera, with a couple rolls of Kodak black and white film.

"Thanks, sis!!!!" he replied, idly playing with the switches and dials, thumbing through the tired, yellowing old manual that'd been sent along with it.

"No problem, bud. Thought you might like it, especially after how much you liked photography in art class. This should get you started on your own." Charlie smiled, holding its weight in one hand. It wasn't the feigned excitement of when he opened up socks on Christmas, or when he got a kindergartener's toy for his tenth birthday. He was excited to get out shooting with it in a way that felt altogether new.

Dinner was as boring as ever, everyone quietly chewing through their salads, Charlie's father drinking his second beer of the evening. His father would occasionally grumble about his job, but beyond that the conversation didn't start until they were largely finished eating.

"How was school today, sweetie?" Charlie's mother asked, looking at him from over the top of her glasses, eyebrows raised.

"It was fine. Always sucks ending the weekend," he said.

"I hear you," his father said, setting down his empty beer can with a gentle clink. "Just wait until you start a job. It's all downhill from here," he said, half tongue-in-cheek.

"Oh stop it, David," Charlie's mother said, gently batting his shoulder. "Don't listen to him, sweetie."

Charlie laughed, rising from his chair and grabbing as many plates as he could, setting them down next to the sink. He helped clean up and package up leftovers before retiring to his room for an early bed. 'Studies show students perform better with later school start times,' he thought to himself, shaking his head. Fairfax certainly wasn't about to change at all.

Sleep greeted him without warning; it seemed no sooner had he placed his head onto his pillow than his alarm was going off. He rolled himself upright, rubbing tired eyes with sleepy palms. He ruffled his mane and his ears, stretching as he stood. His joints popped and creaked and his stomach rumbled. He gathered his things along with some fresh clothes before tiptoeing downstairs into the kitchen. Dropping his clothes into a pile, he mixed together an instant breakfast with some soy milk, guzzling it before rinsing the cup and heading into the basement. It was a bit damp and dark down there, and spiders tended to find their way behind the shower curtain, but it meant he wouldn't have to wake up his parents by showering.

He stood in the warmth for a while, totally still, feeling as it soaked through his mane, running down between his legs to darken and wet his long white tail. He focused deeply on washing between his legs, taking great care to slowly cover his leathery sac with soap, working it into a fine lather before rinsing thoroughly. He hadn't done anything to make himself sweat, but definitely didn't want to give himself any reason to turn Stephen off, should he get in touch again. That said, a little sweat never seemed to turn either of them away; their sessions after baseball practice were some of the hottest times they'd been together. It felt so animalistic, so primal in all the right ways.

He let out a deep sigh, doing one last whole-body rinse and stepping out onto the shower mat. He dried himself quickly, bristly fur clinging to the towel. Even though his hair was short, it still managed to frizz out until it was dry. He checked his phone; no notifications. He resigned to driving to school and sitting with his friends for breakfast.

It was cool enough outside for his breath to form steam, and for the inside of the truck to fog up before the heater kicked in. Since he lived so close to school, it was always the moment he turned into the high school's driveway that the vents began to blow even the most remotely warm air and today was no exception. He parked in the usual spot on the edge of the field hockey field, tires pressed up against the old telephone pole Fairfax High used as a curb. He hopped down from the tall truck, boots squelching in the mud that'd formed from the prior night's brief but powerful thunderstorm.

Charlie was met by a table full of friends at the furthest edge of the cafeteria. There was a bit of Magic card trading going on, and while he didn't partake personally, he still liked to watch his friends argue over what their cards were worth. He sat quietly, observing, sipping his water every now and again, a morning the same as any other. That was, until she walked into the cafeteria.

He noticed her the instant she opened the door, as if some otherworldly power had signaled her arrival to him. It was a new girl. Time seemed to slow down, the rest of the cafeteria swirling into a blur with her body in tack-sharp focus. Tan skin, tight jeans. Long brown hair, pulled into a loose braid. Flannel button-down. The seam of her jeans ran skin-tight between her legs, and Charlie found himself shuffling his weight in his seat. His balls were vibrating, his sheath swelling as an erection grew within him. He watched her round the corner into the hallway, watcher her hips swing back and forth with every step, watched how that very seam ran right up from between her legs, branching off into two lines beneath her ass. His ears were pinned flat to his head, and his stomach flipped. His mouth was dry.

"What the fuck was that?" he breathed aloud. Nobody heard him above the din of the cafeteria. 'I'm gay, what the fuck?' he thought. "Gotta go!" he burst, rising from his seat and dashing into the locker rooms, barely remembering to grab his backpack.