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"I hope my mom isn't home yet." Mark closed the door behind them. "This way, we can get some time to ourselves without...you know, them walking in on us."

Arden nodded. "I hear ya." After the phone conversation with Mrs. Heeley he didn't want to meet her at all, much less Mr. Heeley, who was probably even more of a stickler for the rules than his wife.

"Mom!" Mark stepped up onto the stairs. "Anyone home?"

He stood there for several moments, waiting for a response or a sound. Arden noted how nervous the wolf was. Mark stood stiffly, as if expecting someone to pounce on him. His ears swiveled back and forth, trying to pick up any hint of a presence inside the house.

"Well, I guess it's just us." Arden chuckled nervously. "Wanna show me your room?" He took the wolf's paw and gave him a kiss on the nose.

"Sure." Mark's ears swiveled forward, some of his nervousness fading. The wolf stopped him when Arden began ascending the staircase. "My room's downstairs. Upstairs is my parents' room, the guestroom and my father's office."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to get sticky in any of those." Arden giggled. "Lead on, then."

Mark took him through the kitchen -- lemon-themed, as expected.

He pointed to a door on the other side of the kitchen. "My room's down this way. Want anything to eat while we're here?"

"Nah, I'm okay for now." Arden was far too excited to eat. "Might as well wait 'til your mom gets home. Maybe we can have dinner together or something."

"Sure." Mark headed towards the door.

Arden followed him. The door opened up to a staircase which in turn opened up to a large room. The walls were paneled with mahogany -- something Arden could hardly see because every inch of them was covered with posters of famous soccer players. The room wasn't overly messy, but it was obvious that Mark had cleaned up just for his boyfriend's visit. The books were hastily crammed into a large bookcase and a cover was thrown over the bed.

"So, in the interest of not getting caught..." Arden slipped off his shirt, exposing his well-muscled chest, and walked over to Mark. "...I think we should get started."

The wolf needed no second bidding. He swept the otter up into his powerful arms and carried him to the bed. "I want to try something." He laid the otter down gently and undid his pants.

"Well, whatever it is..." Arden wiggled his legs to help the pants slide off. "I'm lovin' it so far!"

"Betcha can't guess what it is." Mark slipped the otter's briefs off and laid them down next to the already discarded pants. He began brushing Arden's sheath with his pawpads.

"Bet you I could." Arden was beginning to pant; speech was becoming more and more difficult, so he fell silent.

His member didn't need much coaxing. It was already peeking out when his underwear came off; Mark brushing it brought it to full hardness.

"Now, don't be too critical. This is my first..." His last words were muffled by Arden's maleness sliding into his muzzle.

The otter arched his head back and moaned. He thought he was ready, but clearly he couldn't even begin to imagine what being in Mark's muzzle would feel like. The warmth felt like it wasn't just enclosing his member, but his entire body.

He closed his eyes and let the sensation fill him. It was like drinking warm tea in the dead of winter. Just then, Mark's tongue brought him out of his fantasy and into an even better place. The wolf teased the opening with his tongue while bobbing his head up and down slowly. His motions sped up a little, perfectly matching the buildup of sensations in Arden's body.

Looking for something to do, Arden's paws found their way to the wolf's head. He ran his blunt claws through his boyfriend's soft fur, moaning again when Mark began to caress the sac with his tongue.

It didn't take long; the sensations were so new and overwhelming that Arden would have probably climaxed sooner, had he not been doing his best to hold back and make it last. Putting his paws on the wolf's shoulders, Arden thrust into Mark's muzzle and coated the wolf's tongue with his warm seed.

Mark was smiling from ear to ear as he licked the last bits of Arden's cum off his lips. "Was that okay? I don't know if I was doing it right or not."

"If this was you doing it wrong..." Arden looked at him dreamily. "I don't know if I'd be able to handle 'right.'"

That was all Mark needed to hear. He reached over and licked Arden's nose, his tail wagging again as if it had a life of its own.

"So now..." Arden didn't get to finish. Just as he began pulling down the wolf's pants, the phone on Mark's dresser rang and the wolf ran to pick it up.

"Hello? Oh hi, Dad." Arden was about to walk over and play with the wolf's balls, but hearing 'Dad,' he decided that it probably wouldn't be the best idea.

He sat back in bed and listened to the conversation unfold.

"We just got home." Mark threw a bottle of some sort of lotion to Arden. "When are you getting back from work?"

Arden read the inscription on the bottle: Mr. Fox's Fantastic Scent Remover. Absorbs almost any scent! Great for those of us with sensitive noses! On the front, a red fox was grinning and giving the world a thumbs-up, clearly unaware that his product would be used by two teenage boys to cover up the scent of their lovemaking.

"That would be awesome, Dad!" Mark made a motion of rubbing his groin.

Arden understood. He was going to tease the wolf by rubbing himself and moaning softly, but decided against that as well, seeing how nervous Mark was. He applied the gel liberally to his sheath, and then a bit under his tail. To his surprise, the smell did lift, absorbed magically by the gel.

'Thank you, Mr. Fox!' Arden smiled, capped the tube and placed it back on the nightstand.

"Okay, great! I'll see you at five, then, Dad. Love you!" Mark finished up his conversation and placed the phone back into its charger. "Great stuff, huh?" He walked over to the nightstand and picked up the cream. "I saw it at the pharmacy some time ago. I'm not sure if it was made for covering up the smell of semen, but it sure works."

"Looks like you're running out, huh?" Arden gave the tube a light squeeze.

"Yeah, well...Katelyn and I...we...well she..." He trailed off, looking down on the ground, his tail and ears drooping.

"We don't have to talk about it?" Arden smiled. He was happy just being with the wolf; the past was in the past.

"No, I... I want to."

Arden moved closer to Mark and clasped the wolf's paw with both of his. "Whenever you're ready to tell me, tell me." He looked into the wolf's gorgeous blue eyes, just like the first time they got close. "If that never happens, I don't care. Being with you is all that matters to me right now."

Mark just sat there for several minutes, looking into Arden's eyes and sighing occasionally. "After I got back from your house... I was...well, pretty distraught. I spent most of my time shut in my room, crying and trying to figure myself out. I didn't want to be gay; but you...you made it feel so good that a part of me just didn't care. I guess my mom noticed that something was wrong. It was probably she who called Katelyn in the first place. Anyway, Katelyn came over one day when both of my parents were away; she told me she wanted to 'take our relationship to the next level.' I wasn't sure what she meant until she started undressing." This was clearly very painful for the wolf because he unknowingly squeezed Arden's paw so hard that the otter almost cried out.

Arden held his breath, not wanting to interrupt Mark.

"Anyway," Mark continued after a slight pause, "I told her I was uncomfortable and faked having a stomach ache. I told her that I'd talk to her later and ran off to the bathroom. I'm not sure how long I hid there, but when I came out, she was still there..." He released Arden's paws and went over to his dresser. Reaching into one of the drawers, the wolf pulled out a small, leather-bound journal. "She was reading this." He gave it to Arden. "I got it after I began having these strange feelings. I read online somewhere that writing how you feel and then reading it would make things more clear. It didn't help...especially when Katelyn found it. She got pissed, called me a queer, told me she never wanted to see me again and stomped out the door. I'm just glad she didn't do anything to you." His eyes instantly hardened. All sadness was gone from his voice. "If she did...I don't know what I would do to her."

"Yeah, good thing." Arden forced a smile. He felt like a total heel; Mark was opening up to him, sharing his most painful memories; and he in turn, lied. He didn't want to lie to his boyfriend, but seeing Mark's reaction to his own story, Arden decided that it was best to just keep his muzzle shut.

He was about to open up the journal that Mark gave him, but realized that if whatever was in it made Katelyn so mad, it would surely bring him to tears.

"So what did your dad say?" He remembered how excited Mark got at whatever his father had told him and hoped to lift his mood a bit by reminding him of it.

"Oh, my dad wants to take us to Dragon World!" Mark's ears perked up slightly. "My mom is gonna be working late tonight, but he's getting home early. D'you wanna go?"

"Yeah." Arden wanted badly to taste the wolf in his muzzle, but decided to wait.

"Awesome! We'll have dinner once my dad gets home and then we can go."

They spent the rest of their time alone curled up in Mark's bed, sharing an occasional kiss, but otherwise remaining perfectly still, holding each other and gazing into each other's eyes.

The sound of the garage door opening announced Mr. Heeley's arrival.

Mark gasped and sat up in bed as if he'd just awoken from a nightmare. "It's my dad."

"I know." Arden put his paw gently on the wolf's shoulder and squeezed. "Come on, let's go meet him."

"Okay." Mark gave him one last kiss and threw on a clean shirt. He padded cautiously up the stairs.

Arden got up from bed and tidied up the sheets. He put on his shirt and sniffed himself to make sure he didn't smell too much like the wolf.

"Hey, Dad!" Mark sounded much more relaxed.

Arden sighed and followed him up the stairs. As he walked, he tried to imagine what Mr. Heeley would look like. A pretty imposing picture came to mind -- one of a hulking wolf, a head or two taller than his son. Arden stood by the door at the top of the stairs, steeling himself.

Mark's strong voice gave him the extra bit of courage he needed. "Arden, come upstairs and meet my dad!"

The young otter opened the door and stepped into the brightly-lit kitchen.

"Oh, hello there, Arden." It took Arden a while to realize whom he was looking at. To his surprise, Mr. Heeley wasn't very tall at all. In fact, when the otter walked over to greet him, he found that the wolf was almost an inch shorter than he was. Mr. Heeley was slightly portly, with silver streaks in his dark gray fur. He had Mark's beautiful blue eyes; but whereas his son's shone with a passion and life that made them even more beautiful than they already were, Mr. Heeley's seemed to have lost their shine at some point in his life.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir!" Arden shook paws with him.

"Oh, likewise." Mr. Heeley beamed. "Mark's told us a lot about you." He coughed delicately into his paw. "Listen, guys, bad news... Dragon World is closed for mandatory maintenance today." He brightened up again. "But hey, since Arden's sleeping over, we can just go tomorrow morning. I took the whole day off!"

Mark hugged his father. "Sounds like a plan, Dad."

"And for now..." Mr. Heeley scratched his muzzle thoughtfully. "Hmm, maybe we can go to the beach today, though. It won't be dark for another few hours. If you hurry up and grab your trunks, we'll make it."

"That sounds amazing, actually!" Arden had certain things in mind, and the beach was the perfect place to make them happen. "We just have to drop by my house so I can grab my trunks."

After a few minutes spent gathering appropriate beachwear, they climbed into Mr. Heeley's Jeep and drove down to Arden's house.

Arden ran inside and pecked both his parents on the cheeks. "Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad! I'm just here to grab my trunks. We're going to the beach!" He bounded up the stairs and into his room. First, he reached for his swimming trunks, but decided against it at the last second and grabbed his green Speedo instead. He was a swimmer, after all. Arden giggled at all the stares he knew he would receive once he got to the beach. He ran back downstairs and got into the car.

The ride to the beach was quick. They talked some more on the way. Mr. Heeley told Arden about how he had spoken to the otter's father on Monday, and said that Mr. Halinen had invited the entire family for a barbecue.

"Last one this summer, I bet," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. "Fall's gonna come early this year."

Their car pulled into the parking lot of Pendell Beach just after six o'clock. The sun hung motionless over the horizon and the beach was empty, except for a gang of seagulls that seemed preoccupied with a pile of unfinished fast food near one of the garbage cans.

The boys helped Mr. Heeley unload the beach chairs from the trunk and went into the changing room while Mark's father took the chairs down to the water.

Arden stripped out of his clothes and folded them neatly on a nearby bench.

Mark stopped with his pants half-down and stared. "Wow, you look incredible!" He adjusted his sheath uncomfortably and grinned.

Arden padded over to the wolf and helped him remove his shirt. "You don't look bad yourself." Just like the time in the bushes, he rubbed his paws around the wolf's perfectly-built chest and well-muscled stomach. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of Mark's boxers and tugged them down. Mark's member was already peeking out. Arden slid the boxers all the way down and stood back up. He stood on tip-toe and gently brushed his nose against Mark's. "Come on, let's get changed. I've got a surprise for you." He slipped on his Speedo and grabbed his clothes off the bench.

"Oh nooo!" Mark closed his eyes and whimpered. "You're really gonna go out dressed like that? I have enough trouble not pitching a tent watching you in your trunks. But this..." He looked lustfully at the otter's muscular legs. "This just isn't fair."

"Oh, it'll be fine." Arden tossed Mark his trunks. "Come on, get these on and meet me outside." He gave the wolf a quick peck on the cheek and headed out of the changing room.

He found Mr. Heeley on the beach, several yards from the tide line. The wolf was leafing through a magazine, half dozing.

He looked up when he heard Arden coming, and his eyes lingered for a moment in surprise. "A Speedo, huh?" He chuckled.

"Yep." Arden beamed. "I'm on the swim team, so I'm more used to wearing Speedos than trunks." He shrugged. "They're more aerodynamic."

"Makes sense, I suppose." Mr. Heeley watched him with an amused expression on his face for several seconds more before going back to his magazine. "Wow, would you just look at the rack on her." He crossed his legs, transfixed by a bikini-clad vixen on one of the glossy pages. "I'd show you, but you've got that green thing on, so it might be a little embarrassing."

"Yeah, I'll just take your word for it." Arden giggled. He turned his attention to the changing rooms.

Several minutes later, Mark emerged. He walked towards his boyfriend, doing his best not to stare or look like he wasn't staring. He padded over to the otter and threw his clothes on one of the chairs. "Okay, let's go."

Arden resisted the urge to take the wolf by his paw. He led the way down to the water and waded in. "Oh, it's perfect!" He continued wading until his paws no longer touched the sandy bottom.

Mark followed him, but stopped when the water reached the tops of his shoulders. "It's gettin' kinda deep." He glanced around. "I'll Just stay here; you go on ahead."

Arden checked to make sure Mr. Heeley wasn't looking and grabbed Mark's paw. "Come on."

"But..." Mark looked longingly back towards the shore. "I'm not sure if I-"

"Mark." Arden caught the wolf's gaze. "Trust me. I'll be right here by your side. If you start to go under, I'll pull you out. I'm a lifeguard, remember." He winked. "I'll even give you mouth to mouth if I have to."

"Oh..." Mark took one last look at the shore. "Oh, alright." He sighed and kicked off from the ocean floor. Arden supported him easily with both paws, using his rudder to stay afloat.

Together, they kicked and paddled further and further from the tide line. Mr. Heeley shrunk slowly into the distance. Arden stopped by the buoys and put his arms around Mark. "So, time for my surprise." He kissed his wolf, and they got lost in each other's arms for a few blissful moments. Arden pulled the drawstring on the wolf's trunks and slid them down.

Mark's eyes shot open. "Ar, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry." Arden smiled alluringly. "Nobody's gonna see us." He cupped the wolf's perky rump with one paw and placed his other paw on the rapidly-growing member. "You made me feel amazing today, and I want to return the favor." Before Mark had a chance to reply, the otter took a deep breath and submerged. He opened his eyes under the water, quickly getting used to the sea salt's light sting.

Mark's fully-engorged member floated tantalizingly right in front of his muzzle.

The otter could see a thin wisp of oily fluid emanating from it. He opened his muzzle and pushed the entire length inside.

Mark shuddered and kicked out with is legs.

Sense caught up with Arden. He took the throbbing member out of his muzzle and surfaced. "I'm sorry, Mark." He sighed. "I just wanted to do something nice. Let's get back to shore."

Mark took him by the paw. "Are you kidding? That was incredible! I mean, if you don't want to finish, I-"

Arden was back underwater before the wolf had a chance to complete the sentence. He put Mark's shaft back into his muzzle and caressed it gently with his tongue. He explored the still-unfamiliar length, letting it slide up against his palate.

Mark's kicking grew more violent and disjointed. His powerful legs twitched with every new sensation Arden elicited. The shaft in Arden's muzzle leaked so much he could taste the salty discharge clearly even while submerged in ocean water.

Arden continued to support the wolf's rump his paws and lick the salty residue from Mark's shaft. He didn't feel the least bit out of breath -- water was his element. He could see the knot at the shaft's end grow bigger with every lick. Once it nearly doubled in size, the wolf began to thrust his hips back and forth instinctively. He buried his claws in Arden's headfur and thrust one last time, coating the back of the otter's throat with warm seed.

Arden blew the rest of his stored up air through his nose and resurfaced. "How was that?"

Mark was beyond words. He wore a goofy grin and looked lovingly at his boyfriend. "Wow."

"I'm assuming 'wow' is a good thing, then." Arden gave his boyfriend's wilting member another squeeze.

Mark yipped and drew back. He submerged and beckoned for Arden to follow.

Once they were both underwater, Mark kissed the otter gently on the lips. He held the kiss for as long as he could before coming up for breath. He blew water out of his nose and looked out towards the open sea. "Look, the sun's setting."

Arden put his arm around the wolf's waist and they floated in silence, watching the sun sink slowly over the horizon. It colored the water and the clouds a deep pink, then a crimson red and then vanished altogether in a brief flash of blue.

Mark sighed. "That was amazing."

"This whole day was amazing." Arden glanced over his shoulder to make sure Mr. Heeley wasn't watching them and kissed Mark on the nose. "Come on, let's get out of the water before one of the lifeguards comes to yell at us."

They swam quietly to shore and waded out to the sand.

Mr. Heeley was fast asleep in his beach chair with his magazine tossed idly aside.

Arden shook himself off and threw his towel to Mark. "Here, you need it more than I do."

"Thanks." Mark caught the towel and dried himself off. "Ugh, I really need to brush now." His fur stuck out in random clumps and was, indeed, badly in need of brushing.

Arden had never brushed anybody's fur before, but there was a first time for everything. He winked. "We'll take care of it later."

"Oh, you don't have to." Mark lowered his ears. "I usually just brush myself."

"Hey." Arden checked to make sure Mr. Heeley was still asleep and gave his boyfriend another kiss. "I want to do this. Now come on, wake your dad and let's get home."

Mark nodded and tapped his father gently on the shoulder. "Dad. Daaad. Wake up!"

Mr. Heeley awoke with a start. "Oh my goodness, did I really doze off? Then again, I'm not surprised. It's been a long day." He pushed himself out of the beach chair and stood up. "Come on, let's get home. They've got all sorts of rules about being at the beach after dark."

The boys changed into their street-clothes and helped Mr. Heeley with the chairs. They loaded everything into the car and headed for home.

As they were pulling up to the house, Arden noticed another car in the driveway. It was a large lemon-yellow sedan, parked in front of the left garage. He nudged Mark. "Is that your mom's car?"

Mark nodded. "Yep. It's ugly as sin, but my mom loves it."

They pulled up next to Mrs. Heeley's car and got out.

Arden walked beside his boyfriend. "So, what's your mom like?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know. She's strict at times, but always fair. I think she'll like you." He held the door open for Arden. "Come on in. I think I smell dinner."

Arden sniffed the air carefully. He too could detect the faint smell of casserole coming from the kitchen. He walked slowly into the house, and Mark followed in his wake.