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"There's a nice park just down the street," Dox offered. "It's such a nice day out. Let's take a walk down there before you have to leave." On the way out the door, Dox picked up a Frisbee and played with it nervously in his hands as they walked.

Jason picked up on Dox's nervous energy. "What's up, pup?" He asked, trying his best to fight back his fears that Dox had finally come to his senses, and had realized that Jason wasn't smart enough to satisfy him. He hated getting dumped even when it was by someone he didn't really like all that much. Getting kicked to the curb by Dox might just kill him.

Dox hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to ask without appearing insecure. Mr. G had warned him to be self-assured when he was around Jason, and to his own ears, his question sounded like the whining of a young pup. Oh, fuck it, he decided, just ask the damned question and be done with it. He looked up Jason and asked, "Why don't people like me?"

Jason, breathing a private sigh of relief that Dox wasn't breaking up with him, reached down and took Dox's free hand in his, holding it as they walked. His hand felt so small in Jason's larger paw, but it wasn't delicate. Dox had strong paw-hands with thick fingers that rested pleasantly in Jason's. "I don't know, pup." He rolled his shoulders in a massive shrug, "I've never really thought about it."

Looking up at him, Dox knew by the way his brow was furrowed that Jason was chewing on his question, and he resisted the urge to fill the air with mindless chatter.

They were almost to the park when Jason spoke again. "People seem to need a scapegoat in life, someone to blame when things go wrong. Somehow, that ended up being you." He put his arm around Dox's shoulders as they walked, pulling him closer to his side. "Maybe it's because you're good looking and intelligent, and if people can bring you down, they feel like they're smarter and better than you are. If they're not very smart, they can bring you down on your fashion sense. If they're ugly, they can bring you down because you're gay. And if they don't have anything else they can attack you on, they'll just push you around because you're too nice to fight back.

"And," he added, "you can't make everyone like you. There will always be some people out there who hate you just because."

"I don't even want them to like me," Dox said, "I just want them to leave me alone."

"That's part of the problem, too. They know you don't give a rat's ass about what they think, and that makes them feel small. And when people feel small, they lash out to prove they're not."

"So I'm causing my own problems?" Dox asked, quietly.

"Well," Jason shrugged, not wanting to say it, yet unable to lie, "I guess so, yeah."

"Huh." They walked a few dozen paces in silence while Dox processed this. Finally, he asked, "Can you help me to be more popular so they'll leave me alone?"

Jason laughed and squeezed Dox's shoulder. "What?" Dox protested, a little bit hurt. "Is that so funny?"

"Think about it," Jason said, settling down, "People are popular because they want other people to like them. You want to be popular so people will leave you alone."

Dox had to admit, "Yeah, I guess that's kinda screwball, but you know what I mean."

The children's area was tucked away in a corner of the park, shaded by huge oak trees that were at least a hundred years old. Dox had always loved to play on the swings, enjoying the thrilling rush of falling, then swooping up into the air time after time as a child. Now that he was almost full-grown, even the largest of the swings was a bit too small for him, but he didn't care.

Wedging his bottom into the swing, he started rocking back and forth. Jason came up behind him and gave a gentle push, and then another, swinging him back and forth like he would a puppy. "I think so. " Jason hesitated, then went on, "But you realize that when you're not the scapegoat, someone else will be. It won't make the bullies change their minds, it will just make them pick on someone else."

Dox considered this. It was a wrinkle that he hadn't anticipated, but he thought that Jason was probably right. If he wasn't being picked on, it would shunt the burden to someone else. After a few moments, he made his decision. "So we'll get the bullies off my back, then we'll see who gets bullied next and we'll help them until there's nobody left to get picked on."

Jason stopped pushing Dox and waited patiently for him to stop swinging. Dox had such generosity of spirit that he want to help everyone. Why was there not a line of people waiting to date him? Why was someone like Dox the school pariah and not its biggest idol? How had a dumb jock like him ever gotten so lucky as to date someone like Dox?

When Dox's swing was again still, Jason picked him up out of it and wrapped him in a hug, oblivious to anyone around them who might be watching. "It kills me you're so damned generous." He closed his eyes and nuzzled the top of Dox's head, running the side of his muzzle across the velvety, exotic smelling fur. "It might sound selfish, but I'm glad they chased you off because that means you're all mine."

Opening his eyes, Jason found that they were watering. They must have gotten something in them. Self-consciously, he quickly wiped his eyes before Dox could see. "Listen," he said, pulling out his phone, "I know a thrift store that should be open today. Let's go find you some decent clothes to wear."

"What about this?" Dox said, holding up a big T-shirt with a huge toucan on the front, and some slogan about an English beer.

"Not bad," Jason said, as he put it on the "maybe" pile.

"Nope." Maggie said, removing the shirt and handing it back to Dox. "Put it back."

Maggie was a rotund panda bear who would have been lucky to hit four foot six in height, but was certain to balance the scales at two hundred pounds, if not more. A significant portion of that weight, Dox thought, was in costume jewelry, and the rest of it was in personality.

When they had walked into her store carrying two armloads of his old clothing, she saw who it was and came running up, taking tiny little geisha steps dictated by the sprayed-on pencil skirt she was attempting to wear. Jason had tried to tell Dox what Maggie was like on the way over, but words had not been invented that would describe her adequately.

They had two stacks of shirts and pants in their basket - The first stack was the "buy" pile, occupied by clothes that were too good to pass up. The second, larger pile, were "maybe" items that, depending on how much money they had left, might or might not make the cut. After making a pass down each aisle of the thrift store, Dox had an impressive stack of garments to try on.

"Yes, you have to try them on," Maggie said, "If it says "medium", that just means that someone sewed a "medium" label on it. Clothes that don't fit properly aren't worth buying."

Jason looked over from where he was standing. "And we don't have enough money to buy things you can't wear," he said.

"Oh, screw money," Maggie said, "That pile of retro clothes you brought in are big with tweens. I can sell most of them for what these are going to cost you."

The "retro clothes" she referred to were the ones Dox wore to school every day. When he realized that his mother was dressing him in a style favored by kids five grades beneath him, his blush was visible ten feet away. Seeing how embarrassed Dox was, Jason exercised every bit of tact in his body to restrain himself from teasing the little guy.

Grumbling, Dox took the "Buy" pile into the dressing room and tried on the clothes one piece at a time, coming out between costume changes for a quick evaluation by the fashion jury. As annoying as it was to be told "no" time after time, he was glad he had Jason along. A few times, he thought something looked quite sporty, but either Jason or Maggie shook their heads "no" and made him take it back.

"Don't I get to wear anything that expresses my individual style?" Dox demanded petulantly, after having his choice vetoed yet again.

"If you had any style, baby," Maggie said, "you wouldn't be in here. Why did you pick this?" She said, holding up a long-sleeved lavender shirt for example.

"It fits well, it's a good brand, and it's permanent press," he said, looking longingly at the rejected shirt. He still liked it.

"It also looks horrible on you," Maggie said, bluntly. "What good is a well-made shirt if it doesn't make you look good?" Dox looked over to Jason for support, but all the big jock could do was shrug apologetically.

"It's Brooks Bothers," Dox said trying to get them to see the obvious, "they wrote the book on style!"

"For old men who are now dead, yes," Maggie said, "For popular high school students...not so much." She dug through the "maybe" pile and handed Dox an alternative. "Try this one on instead."

He looked skeptically at the Madras shirt with the coconut buttons that she handed to him. "Trust me." was all she said.

And he had to admit, it wasn't a bad look on him. The reddish plaid went well with his brown fur, and the material was light and airy. She handed him a T-shirt in a contrasting color and made him put that on underneath. Made two decades ago, and minus the normal white T-shirt, it was counter-cultural enough to satisfy him. Putting on a pair of tan cotton slacks and walking out of the dressing room, he saw Jason smile spontaneously. "Good look on you!"

"You know, I think it is!" Dox agreed, and was pleased to see Maggie nodding agreement. His ears drooped a bit when he looked at the price tag dangling off the cuff. "Well, maybe not."

"Didn't I tell you not to worry about the price?" Maggie said, whipping out her pricing gun. Three pulls of the handle later, the pieces he was wearing were all marked $1.99 each. "Don't fuck with the lady holding the pricing gun," she warned, her face lighting up with an impish grin.

"But you can't just do that," Dox said, worriedly, "you'll get in trouble!

"Don't worry, puppy," Jason explained. "Her dad owns the place."

"Yeah," Maggie said, holding her pricing gun fondly. "Daddy got this for me for my birthday a couple of years ago. It's a Garvey 22-88," she announced proudly, "the king of the manual pricing guns! Light weight, but with durable steel components to last a lifetime."

"Does she know that's not a weapon?" Dox asked Jason, back to being worried.

"She's cool," Jake said. "Her dad and mine are buddies, and he gives us a discount."

"But I'm not part of that agreement," Dox protested. He wanted new clothes so bad he could taste it, but he'd sooner bend his fingers backwards than do anything dishonest.

"Oh, please," Maggie interjected, coming back down to Earth. "I can't steal from myself, can I? I just told you that I'm giving it to you for a dollar ninety-nine, so shut up and take it."

"Oh," Dox said, taken aback. He guessed it was all right, if you thought about it that way.

They ended up taking a huge bag of clothes to the register, as well as a used iron and ironing board so Dox's mother could not complain about the extra trouble his clothes were going to cause her.

Mostly they had listened to Maggie's fashion advice, but Jason had to veto a couple of her choices. No pastels, no pink of any shade, and no hats. The point, he told Maggie, was to get folks to stop harassing Dox, not make him an even bigger target. Dox had been in favor of the hat, but if Jason didn't think it was a good idea then... no hat.

After totalling their purchases and subtracting out the credit on the old clothes Dox had brought in, Maggie proudly proclaimed not only did he not owe them anything, he'd actually get a store credit! But Dox refused. "Buy yourself that hat," he said, backing out of the store before she could find another reason that he should take the money.

They found a pizza place on the way home, and they worked their way through a large pepperoni and sausage pie before heading back to Dox's place. "This was great, stud," Dox said happily, as they carried the bags from the car up to Dox's room, "thanks for helping me."

"No problem, puppy," Jason said, "That's what I'm here for!"

"I really like Maggie," Dox said, "did you see her face when you called me "puppy" in front of her?"

"Yeah, Jason chuckled, "Pretty priceless, huh?" Looking around Dox's room, he spied the corner of a picture frame he'd never seen before sticking out from behind the chest of drawers. Curious, he pulled it out further to see what it was.

Dox turned at the noise and said, "Hey! Stop that!" But by then it was too late.

In his hands, Jason held a photograph that was the twin to the one that hung on his bedroom wall, only this one was larger and had been far more carefully printed. Every detail was in crisp focus, highlighting Dox's photographic ability as much as it did Jason's football skills. "My God, it's amazing," Jason said, holding it up higher.

"I made it for you," Dox explained, "It was supposed to be a surprise, but the right time to give it to you never came up. I guess now is the time, huh?"

"I'm sorry to spoil your surprise," Jason said, "but believe me, I'm surprised! This is beautiful work." he said, admiring the print. Putting it down, he crossed the small room and took Dox in his arms, giving him one light kiss, then another one.

Swathed in Jason's strong arms and soft fur, Dox's body responded of its own accord. He moaned slightly as his body melted into his partner's, giving in to his primal instincts at the deepest levels. Smiling up at his boyfriend, he gave Jason's nose a loving lick, then opened his mouth for the kiss.

Jason wasn't certain how the evening would go, but he had been pretty sure they'd have sex at some point during the balance of their weekend. They'd already pleasured each other twice, so that taboo had been lifted. They had enjoyed each other's bodies, and it seemed natural that they'd continue their exploration tonight. Dox's response seemed to confirm his suspicion, and Jason found his hands eagerly loosening the other's belt.

Dox had hoped that the evening would have more passion in it than just the one kiss they shared now, and he was delighted to feel Jason's hands fumbling at his waist. Once free, his jeans fell to the floor, exposing his shapely legs and a bit of his round belly peeking out from beneath his shirt.

Jason's powerful arms pulled him closer in, nearly crushing him but not quite. Hands fumbled at Dox's backside, working their way under the waistband of his underwear to cradle his ample bottom in Jason's strong fingers.

Pulling his hands free of Dox's underwear, Jason used one hand to take Dox's tail by the root, working the other along its sensitive length, slowly pulling and massaging in the most wonderful way. Dox was a little disappointed when he stopped, but only for a moment. Only until the fingers that had been grasping his tail began massaging his hole instead.

With a gasp Dox pressed his body tighter against Jason's, and he began to lightly nibble Jason's tongue. Nobody had been more surprised than Dox when he'd topped Jason the previous day, and he was absolutely delighted that Jason apparently wanted to reciprocate.

Dox moaned and tried to relax as Jason worked a finger inside him, but it was difficult. Jason's fingers were thick, and Dox was tight. Ever since he was a baby he'd been trying to keep that part of himself closed. Now that he wanted to open it, it wasn't easy.

"Go easy on me, Jason," he asked, almost pleaded, "I've never had anything up there before."

I'll go easy," his partner promised, "but you're definitely about to have something up there."

When Jason felt Dox press against him, it was all he could do to keep from ripping off his pants, spinning Dox around and fucking him hard right there. He wanted tonight to be special, though. He wanted not just to have sex with Dox, but to make love to him.

Jason gave the side of Dox's head a slow, languid lick, eliciting a moan of desire from his partner. Now was the time to give Dox the same sort of pleasure he'd given Jason earlier in the day. Turnabout was not only fair play, it was fun play as well.

Pulling off his own pants and underwear, Jason tossed them in the corner of the room before pulling Dox's underwear off as well. The smaller dog's oversized erection bounced and swayed tantalizingly in front of Jason's muzzle, torturing him with its heady musk, and compelling him to slurp its entire length into his mouth.

Both dogs groaned in pleasure as Dox's cock slid easily down Jason's throat. In spite of the fact that Dox's equipment was significantly larger than average, Jason's size made getting the whole thing into his mouth somewhat easier. Periodic spurts of pre lubricated the way as Dox eagerly fucked Jason's face.

When the head of Dox's cock began to swell, Jason pulled off and gently eased Dox around before plunging his muzzle into his partner's tailhole. Dox's eyes went wide at the first lick and he moaned loudly, his cock throbbing for release. When he tried to masturbate himself though, Jason reached around and pulled his arms away. "Not yet," he said between licks, voice muffled from being buried between Dox's cheeks, "Hands off."

Dox complied, feeling Jason's tongue rasp around his butthole and occasionally force its way into his tight but gradually loosening ring. "Oh, God, Jason, did it feel like this? Was this what it felt like when I did it to you? Awwwwwhhh." Conscious thought ended when Jason pushed his limber tongue deep inside and ran its raspy length around Dox's insides.

Dox had read about people being hot in books, but he'd never comprehended what might make someone act that way. Jason showed him clearly what "hot" meant, and by the time he was finished tonguing him, Dox was begging to be mounted.

"Please, Jason, put it inside me," he asked, hips grinding in frustrated pleasure. He needed Jason to mount him worse than he'd never needed anything in his life. "Oh, God, please..."

And Jason obeyed. Turning Dox around, he pushed him gently to the bed and lifted his legs into the air. Putting one leg on each of his shoulders, Jason pulled him closer and began teasing him with the head of his cock, rubbing it up and down against his ass crack, occasionally dipping a few millimeters inside his hole before pulling back out again.

As much as Jason wanted to tease Dox all night long, he needed the release as badly as Dox did. The next time he felt Dox's warmth around the head of his cock, he pushed gently until half his length was inside his partner. Reaching down, Jason pulled his sheath all the way back, exposing his golf-ball sized knot. From his experience masturbating, Jason knew that it would get much bigger right before he came, but right now it was small enough to penetrate without causing much pain.

"You good?" he asked Dox, who nodded in a daze. "Here it comes." Jason began stroking his hardness in and out of Dox, relishing the feeling of being inside another person, especially a man he loved as much as Dox. He was so hot, so velvety smooth, so wet, that Jason had a difficult time being gentle. Once he was in up to his knot, Jason really began working Dox's hole. In and out he pounded, making sure that Dox got the ride of his life. The look on Dox's face, as well as hearing his moans and seeing his semi-hard cock bouncing around between them almost made Jason lose his load right there. Only running through team rosters in his head kept him from blowing his wad into his partner.

Jason wet his palm with pre from the puddle that had collected on Dox's belly, and added a good measure of his own spit to make a good, slippery mess in his palm. "You've been real good, Dox, and now I'm going to get you off." The big offensive lineman reached down and took Dox's warm tube of flesh in his hand. "Just lay back and relax, puppy. I promise, I'll get you off good."

Slowly, deliberately, he began to rub Dox off with long, easy strokes of his fist. He matched each full-length stroke of Dox's cock with a deep penetration of his own penis inside his partner. It didn't take long before he had the feeling that his knot was going to start swelling at any moment. "You okay?" he asked Dox.

"Oh, God, yes," came the reply, "I'm gonna cum soon."

That was all Jason needed to hear. Releasing Dox's throbbing cock and leaning down between them, he added his own saliva to the union between he and Dox, feeling his spit running over the knot he intended to wedge deep inside his lover. Wrapping both arms around Dox's thighs, Jason pushed himself knot-deep into his partner and began working the knot back and forth, trying to stretch Dox out enough for him to push his way in.

Dox gritted his teeth. "Oh, you're big," he cried, wanting the pain to stop, but hoping that Jason never would.

"Relax, puppy. Just try to let me in," Jason panted.

"Aah," Dox cried, "You're too big!"

"Just a little more," Jason said, hating that he was hurting Dox, but feeling compelled to tie with his lover and make him his own.

"Oh, God!" Dox gasped, arching his back as he felt Jason's knot pass into his body. The instant it was inside him, his abused ring clamped down tight on the short length of shaft behind it.

Feeling Dox tighten around him was the best thing Jason had ever experienced. They were tied, and now Jason could give his passions free rein. He repeatedly shoved himself inside Dox as far as he could go, then pulled out until his knot tugged against his ring. Howling his successful possession, he mindlessly bred his beloved bitch.

When Jason's knot had finally locked into Dox, the sense of relief was incredible. Scalding hot pleasure instantly and completely replaced the intense pain Dox had been feeling just a moment before, as his lover's oversized cock jammed the final two inches of its length into him and rubbed back and forth against his prostate. On his other side, Dox felt Jason's big muscular fist once again rhythmically pumping back and forth to milk the seed out of him.

Lost in a world of pleasure, Dox writhed back and forth on the bed, hips thrusting with the rhythm of Jason's hand. With each stroke Dox bucked slightly, and deep inside him in a place where nobody else had ever been before, he felt his lover's engorged cock pulling against his ring, trapped inside him.

Pulling hard against his knot was the final trigger for Jason. With a final slam and a loud animal grunt, he pushed himself as deep as he possibly could inside his lover. Roaring his release, Jason shot Dox full of hot Shepherd seed. His fist, still wrapped around Dox's oversized cock, pumped away with mechanical obsession.

Dox was in heaven. The feeling of Jason's meaty fist beating him off was enough to get him off all by itself, but adding the sensation of the jock's cock pulsating inside him as he unloaded blast after blast of hot cream into his guts brought him to the brink even faster.

The delicious combination of sensations pushed Dox over the edge and, with a grunt of abject pleasure, he looked down and watched as his own semen began shooting from his lover's fist. The first long white string landed on Dox's dark brown chest, then Jason pulled his hand back and pointed the tip of Dox's cock upwards, painting his own belly and chest with liberal doses of Dox's cum as he simultaneously worked he head of his lover's cock and moved his own knot inside his lover to stimulate him from the inside.

Eight massive shots later, Dox gently removed Jason's spasming hand and placed it on his chest, holding it there for a moment before releasing it. Jason reached down to Dox and said, his voice hoarse and tired, "Put your legs around me and sit up, Puppy."

Dox took his hands and let Jason help him sit up into his arms, his weight borne mostly on Jason's hips as the jock turned them around on the bed so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard, Dox kneeling in his lap. Dox leaned forward and let Jason wrap his arms around him, smearing Dox's own semen into his fur as Jason's continued to be pumped into his gut. Both of them fell asleep in that position, waiting patiently in each other's arms for Jason's erection to subside enough for his knot to pop out.

"How was practice?"

"Could kill Joey the Asshat."

"What did he do now?"

"Starting trouble with the other guys. Talking behind my back. He's a sly little fucker."

"You're telling me. He was picking on my for years before he noticed you."

"He's gonna break the team apart."

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For what?"

"For putting you through all this."

"My choice. And I'm glad I made it."

"His nickname is now JtA, by the way. Joey the Asshat."

"The world has plenty of JtA's in it."

Why is he so mad all the time?"

"B/C he's got a big sheath and a tiny little weenie."

"ROFLOL! You're hilarious."

"It wouldn't be funny if it weren't true."

"Thanks for spending the night."

" Thanks for having me! Loved that you made breakfast for me. Us."

"Mom was horrified at the condition of the kitchen when she got back."

"Really? Looked pretty clean 2 me."

"Me too. She has eagle eyes. Even knew I made pancakes."

"Does she know I was over there last night?"

"Yeah, I told her you were here. She would have found out anyway. She's like Charlie Chan."

"Whos that?"

"An old movie detective. If she found out before I told her, I'd have hell to pay. Telling her first was better."

"Was she mad?"

"Sort of. Now she wants to meet you. I showed her your picture and I'm not sure she believes me that a football player would be my friend."

"Why would you lie about that??"

"Mom's suspicious about everything. I never do anything and she treats me like I've been caught smuggling cocaine in my butthole, or something."

"LOL!! I've been in your butthole. No coke in there."

" Maybe when she meets me she'll make me your guard. Keep you out of trouble."

"A football god with a hod rod Camaro is going to keep me out of trouble. She might believe that!..."

"But srsly - I have never felt safer than with you."

"Glad you feel that way, pup! Its my job to keep you safe. I put up the picture you gave me."

"Glad you like it!"

"I Dont like it. I LOVE IT! Ur the best!!"

"Thanks. :-) Gotta go - mom yelling something."

Dox closed his phone and sighed. The fact that his mother was yelling - no, scratch that. She never yelled, she just "talking loudly", could only mean that she'd divined some sort of punishment for having company over without telling them beforehand. That they were unreachable at the time meant nothing, This was an opportunity to prove to herself that she was being an interactive parent, and Dox was sure that she was going to spread her parental wings and fly.

After listening to her for 20 minutes and respectfully nodding his head at appropriate intervals, Dox escaped his judge and jury with the token punishment of a two week grounding. Other parents were grounding their kids for transgressions, so that's what Dox's mother did too. Never mind that Dox almost always came home straight after school anyway, that seemed to her to be an appropriate punishment. Whatever.

The only problem was, he'd have to tutor Jason before classes and during lunch instead of going over to Jason's after school. That was going to be a pain in the ass of cosmic proportions, but for two weeks, they could manage it.

Dox acted suitably hurt as he retreated to his bedroom, where he immediately perked up again. Flopping down on his bed, he stared at the ceiling and replayed the wonderful weekend he'd spent with Jason. He now had just about everything he'd ever wanted in his life, but how long could it possibly last?