Repaying the Protector
****DISCLAIMER: This story depicts sexually explicit situations between two male characters, and should not be read if strong language, or homosexual (male/male) sex bothers you, or you are not of legal age.**** Enjoy! -Radjin [email protected]
(c) 1997 "Repaying the Protector" Part One
- * * It was a hot, humid day that was typical of a mid-summer afternoon. The St. Stephen's football team worked outside on their warm up exercises and practice drills, all the while baking under the sweltering hot sun. St. Stephen's was one of the many all boys' schools in the area, and each one took a great amount of pride in their teams, and in victory. To them, this weather was merely a formality in their road to the championship. One of the team members, Max Terridy, or more commonly known as Smash, was sitting on the sidelines, watching as his team ran though some new plays. Max was a large, bulky, snow-white polar bear that seemed to be able to smash through anything, hence his name, and who was also St. Stephen's star center and nose tackle. Without a doubt he was the biggest and strongest out of everyone in the entire team, but unlike some of his other teammates, he didn't like to flaunt it. For years Max had never been stopped, and had led the St. Stephen's Marauders to victory in every game so far that season. However that day he only wore a pair of loose fitting sweat pants and a shirt instead of the full body armor of a football player. Unfortunately, during a blitz at the last practice Max's left knee was twisted and the coaches had forbidden him from playing for the next two weeks. Obviously erred by his restrictions, Max wasn't about to let it stop him from at least supporting his team. He limped up and down the sidelines, yelling a few compliments, and overall just trying to keep him team motivated however he could. Some of the people that were on his team were some of his best friends, while the others were the hard-core jocks that acted like jerks to everyone else that wasn't like them. Although Max could easily fit into that crowd, he chose not to. He wasn't like them at all in the respect that he didn't find the need to pick on others, do drugs, and the like. Another reason was that Max had found over the past few years that he was attracted to and enjoyed the company and presence of other males much more than that of females, like which was perferred by all of his athletic friends. He was usually very uncomfortable at the parties where everyone makes a big deal out of their girlfriends, when Max couldn't really share the sentiment. Instead he was usually very quiet, kind, and basically tried to offer a helping paw whenever he could. More than once he had to protect some of the lower members of his team from the other star players that found no need to have them at all. Many of the lower members found Max to be their savior, and some looked to him as their big brother, who would always be there to protect them. One of who stood out prominently. Vason Maller, an average sized, slightly chubby, all around un-athletic raccoon was always finding himself the target of torment, and more than once Max had to bail him out. Lately Vason had been left pretty much alone. Most of the jocks had figured that if Max was going so far out of his way to stop them from picking on him, then there must be some reason. The truth had been that Vason and Max had been friends since they were cubs, and all of the jocks realized it, but one of them didn't seem to care. His name was Steele, and was anyone's worst nightmare, especially Vason's. Looking up and down the field, Max realized for the first time that Vason wasn't out there with the rest of the team. Despite the treatment that he had been getting, he had never once missed a game, or even a single practice. This worried Max a little, and he wondered what had happened to the little raccoon. Feeling the need to investigate, Max retreated from the field and headed back into the locker room. He pushed open the door and entered the near darkness. As he scanned the area he found that he couldn't see a thing, so he blinked his eyes a few times and allowed them a few seconds to re-adjust before he ventured farther in. It was a typical boys locker room - musty, and reeking of sweaty clothes. Luckily it at least had air conditioning, so it wasn't very hot, and most of it was also underground, which allowed it to cool much better. Max had entered the upper level door, which put him on the top floor of the locker room and gave him a much better vantage of the area. He looked around the lockers ahead of him, and down into the rows of lockers below. Not seeing anything he decided to go down and look around. Once he did so he heard a sniffle and a small huff. Max made his was past the showers and into the second grouping of lockers. He looked down each row, finding nothing, until he reached the last one. What he saw made his heart sink to the floor. There, curled up in a ball against the back wall, was his friend. He was sobbing into his hands, and was very visibly shaken up. All of his fur was badly tussled and some was matted around his face from tears. He lay wearing only a pair of boxers, and a torn blue shirt. Obviously someone had been pushing Vason around again, and Max had a good clue who it was too. Padding up slowly to the little raccoon, Max knelt down next to his little friend, and extended a paw, which he placed gently on Vason's shoulder. Vason yelped, jumped, and began to back peddle away from Max in a desperate attempt to get away. Max moved quickly to grab Vason, and shook him a little trying to get him out of his panic. "Vason....Vason...It's me, Max!" Out of everyone who knew the bear, Vason was the only one that called Max by his real name. Vason's eyes popped open and he stared unbelievingly at Max. A small smile flashed onto his muzzle, but his paws quickly replaced it as Vason curled back up in embarrassment. "Max, leave me alone." Vason said. Max looked the quivering mass of gray and black striped fur, and rested his hand back on his friend. "Who did this to you?" Max said quietly. "I did." Max recognized the voice in a heartbeat, and it confirmed his initial suspicion. Max spun around to look down the row of lockers and found the jet-black wolf that was standing at the end of them. He was still clad in his gear, but his shoulder pads were unclipped as though to show his readiness to drop them in an instant. In his left paw he held onto his helmet, which he grasped by the facemask. Max let out a deep growl upon seeing him. "I saw you leave the field Smash, and I had a feeling that you would be looking for that little puke." The wolf said, motioning to Vason. "I still don't see why you waste your time." "And I don't see why you have to keep bothering him Steele." Max replied in a low voice. "He's never done anything to you." "Because he can't Smash, that's why he's so much fun." The wolf gave the bear a toothy grin. "But I can Steele," Max said giving the wolf a dangerous stare, "And if you ever touch him again you'll find out exactly what I mean." "You know Smash, sometimes I wonder if you're butt buddies with all of these little shits. You sure protect them like they're your bitches." Steele spat. Max just gave him a cold stare as the wolf let out a howling laugh. "I'll see you around Smash." "Count on it." "Oh, and if you're little friend wants his clothes back," Steele yelled down the rows, "They're in the shower getting rinsed off." The wolf let out another laugh as he left the locker room, which Max ignored. Instead he simply looked down with concerned eyes at Vason. The little raccoon had since calmed down and was now sitting up against the back wall of the locker room, with his arms wrapped around his knees. The raccoon looked up at Max, his muzzle still wet with tears. "Why Max?" Vason said. "Why what Vason?" "Why do you always come to my rescue, like some fucking knight in white armor?!" Max sat on the metal bench in the middle of the row, and looked down into Vason's green eyes. He could see that Vason didn't like someone always coming to save him, as though he were some little kid that needed protecting. 'Even though he is.' Max thought to himself. "Because Vason, you're my friend and I don't like the way they treat you." Max explained. "And because no one messes with my friends." "But why are you my friend when you can be their friend. Things aren't the same any more, and you're making them your enemies, all because of me!" The raccoon's face suddenly dropped into a very somber expression. "You're popular, and I'm not. You are everything that I can never be." "Vason," Max said, "You've been my friend ever since I could remember, and you always will be. Nothing will ever change that. And if that means that I have to make enemies with everyone in this school, then so be it." Vason lifted up his muzzle to look at his friend, and he knew that he could always find safety in those gray colored eyes and in Max. He quickly rose up from the floor and wrapped his arms over as much of his large friend as he could, hugging him as tears secretly began to flow from his eyes. "Thank you Max.....you don't know what this means to me." Max returned the hug, and then pushed Vason off of him. "C'mon," Max said, "Get dressed. We can go over my house for a while." Vason nodded, and went into the shower where he gathered up his torn and wet clothes while Max piled all of his friend's pads and equipment in his locker. After getting dressed, Vason followed Max out of the locker room and back out into the sun. Together they got into Max's car, and drove off, leaving the others on the field in the heat. All the while under the watchful brown eyes of a jet-black wolf. Nobody had really spoken during the trip to Max's house, except for a few futile attempts at idle conversation. Vason was still a little shaken up from what had happened, and there wasn't anything that Max really wanted to talk about. Luckily Max didn't live too far away from the school, so they were at his house in no time. "Hmmm, doesn't look like anyone is home." Max said as they pulled up in the empty driveway. This didn't surprise Max all that much. He lived alone with his father, and his father was usually out of town on some kind of business, which left him home by himself almost all of the time. Both piled out of the car and made their way to the door, which Max unlocked, and they entered the house. Max immediately took off his shoes, which he wore barefooted, with Vason following suit. Max motioned for Vason to go ahead and make himself at home while he went into the kitchen where he found a note that his dad had left him. Max, I called out on a last-minute business trip this morning, and I will be gone for at least a week. I have my charge card on the counter so you can go to the grocery store and get some food. Hopefully if things go well I'll be home sooner, but you know as much as I do not to count on that. Remember, I love you very much, and please behave yourself. If you need to contact me, you know my cell phone and pager number. I should be able to get a reception from where I'll be. Love, Dad Max crumbled the paper up and tossed it in the trash. He had pretty much grown to expect messages like these on almost a monthly basis. Although he and his father were extremely close, they found it hard to be with one another lately. Max could not even remember the last football game that his father had gone to. He would be lying if he said it didn't bother him that his father was always gone, but he tried his best not to let it get to him too much. Without his mother life had been hard, and his dad was trying his hardest to make a good life for him. Vason quietly padded into the kitchen and came up behind the bear, bringing him back from his thoughts. "Hey Max?" He said, "Could I, um.... have some dry clothes?" Max turned around and looked his friend over, remembering the condition of his clothes, and nodded. "Yea, sure. I'm sure I have something that will fit you in my room." Vason nodded and they both retreated upstairs to Max's bedroom. Max opened his dresser drawer with one quick pull, and produced a clean pair of sweat pants and t-shirt, which he handed to his friend. Since the raccoon's pants had been pretty well soaked, it was obvious that his boxers must have absorbed quite a bit of that wetness, so Max opened his top drawer next and looked inside. He pawed through his briefs and after a few seconds of realization he turned back to face his friend. "Sorry Vason, I don't have any underwear that will fit you, so do you....?" Max said with a little shrug, apparently unsure how to finish the sentence with an acceptable alternative. "That's...ok Max," Vason replied. "I guess I just won't wear anything." And with that, Vason stripped off his wet boxers, letting them fall to the ground. Max's eyes automatically shot to the gray furred sheath attached to his friend's groin. Throughout his entire life Max had always been attracted to Vason, but he hadn't seen him naked since they were a few years old, and even that was a far memory. But just as quickly as Vason had dropped his boxers, he pulled up his new pair of sweats. The size difference was quite evident, since the pants waist had to be synched up quite a bit to fit the raccoon, despite the fact that Vason was a little chubby himself. Also, the pant legs pooled down around Vason's ankles, since Max was a least a full foot taller than his friend. Likewise the t-shirt that Vason put on next was much to big for him, but fit better than the pants did. Now re-dressed, Vason followed Max back downstairs, where Max went into the laundry room and threw the wet clothes in the dryer. Afterwards they went into the living room and plopped on the couch to watch some TV. Both lay longways with their feet on the couch, opposite of each other. Everything was quiet for about an hour as they both watched an action movie, but shortly after that Max began to feel something brush against his foot. Excusing it as just being Vason adjusting himself, Max went back to the movie, but a few seconds later he felt it again, only this time is was more of a persistent stroking than a simple brush over. Max looked down the couch at his friend, only to see Vason's attention fully placed on the movie. Either he didn't realize what he was doing, or he just wanted to avoid the fact that knew full well what he was doing. The latter proved to be true, because a few seconds after Max looked at the raccoon his feet stopped, and he pulled them up closer to his body in the guise of just getting more comfortable. A slight smile crossed Max's face as he turned back to the movie, and allowed his own white furred feet to move to Vason's. Once there he began to repeat Vason's actions, which started with a slight brush over, and soon moved to a gentle rubbing of his feet over his friends. Without hesitation Vason's feet came back to life, and reciprocated the actions. After a few seconds of this, both turned their attentions from the movie and looked down at one another. Both had a slight grin on their faces. When they were very young they used to do this, but both had thought that it was just a childish game at the time. Looking down at each other now, they realized that it isn't any more. They both realized, in the same instant, that there is something much more to their friendship, and that at this point anything is possible. Vason pulled his feet back, and used them to help spin himself around. Max put his feet up on the coffee table that sat in front of the couch as Vason shimmied up to the bear, resting his back up against the crook of Max's arm. Vason took off his shirt, with Max following suit, and Vason then nestled himself up to the soft, white fur of his friend. Max moved his massive paw to grab Vason's and intertwined their fingers, which Vason didn't object to. Vason then looked up to Max, and smiled. "We haven't really been together in a long time, have we?" Vason asked. "No, but I'm glad that we are now." Max leaned his head and tentatively, almost cautiously, swiped his tongue over Vason's muzzle in a gentle lick. Vason stared up at him, a little startled. "Do you understand yet why I've always protected you?" Max asked quietly. The depth of that question sank in slowly, and after a few moments Vason's heart gradually began to come to the same conclusion that his mind did. Max was in love with him, and had been since they were young. Why? The raccoon could only guess, but it really didn't matter. Vason then realized something that had been bothering him for a long time. "Max," Vason said softly, "I.....guess....I understand now, but I still wish there was a way that I could re-pay you for all of your kindness." Max simply looked down at his friend and smiled. "There is a way." Vason's expression momentarily became confused, and again it took him a few moments to realize what Max was saying, but when he did, it hit him hard. Never in his life had he ever considered another male being attracted sexually to him, let alone doing anything with another male, but for some reason, in Vason's clouded mind, Max was different. He suddenly realized that he would do anything for this bear, no matter what it was. Vason reached over to the coffee table, grabbed the TV remote, and hit the power button. Suddenly they were both enveloped in silence as Vason turned his head over and began a gentle lick on his friend's short muzzle. He nervously reached his left paw up and ran his fingers though Max's head fur, then traced his fingers all the way down and over his friend's vast belly, and hesitantly to his crotch. Vason desperately looked into Max's eyes for approval, which he got with a smile and a nod. Max then took up Vason in a passionate kiss as the raccoon's hand pressed gently along the large lump in the polar bear's sweat pants. Max let out a slight grunt as Vason lightly squeezed the lump in his hands. As Vason and Max's tongues wrapped around each other, Vason began to become much more comfortable with what he was doing, and slowly started to get more into it. His hands moved down to grab Max's waistband, and began to pull them down. Shortly after Max's hands came down to meet the raccoon's and assisted in getting his pants pulled all the way off. Now freed from its confines, Max's growing erection stood straight up in the cool air. Vason broke off their kiss and looked down at what he had unleashed. "My, my." Vason teased as he gave Max a light lick on his black nose, and moved down to the bear's crotch. Moving to get more comfortable, Vason allowed Max to get his feet off of the coffee table, and swing them over to the couch. Once Max had done so, Vason had an unobstructed view of Max's complete set of tools. Vason looked down at the enormous red cock, as it continued to grow. Being a bear, Max was naturally endowed with an extremely thick, but not lengthy cock, and a gigantic set of balls that hung in their pure white sac. Vason viewed Max's penis with playful eyes, and wrapped as much of his small paw around it as he could, getting a gasp from its owner. Slowly, teasingly, Vason ran his hand up and down the thick shaft of bear meat, getting a slight ooze of precum out of the slit at the top of Max's cockhead. Moving his head down Vason rested his nose up against Max's cock as he began a gentle licking of the bear's huge balls. One after another the raccoon licked them, and sucked each in his mouth in turn. While he did this, one paw kept on a persistent stroking of Max's bear hood, while the other searched under Max's stubby tail, trying to find his anus. Once Vason had found it, he quickly wet his middle finger, and returned it to the hole where he gently pushed it into the bear's ass. Max let out a series of grunts as Vason's finger worked its way into his friends asshole. Then, feeling it was finally necessary, Vason moved up, and traced his tongue along the think red shaft until he reached the tip. Once there, he took all of Max's girth into his mouth, and slowly slid the bear cock down his muzzle into the back of his throat. Instinctively Vason wanted to gag, but he knew this was the only way to get his entire friend into him. It was at that point that he realized that there was another way. Vason continued to slide his mouth up and down the thick shaft a few more times, but he eventually stopped, and pulled his finger from Max's ass. The raccoon stood to the side of the couch, and quickly stripped off the pair of pants that Max had given him, and released his own, much smaller pink cock. He swung both of his legs onto either side of the bear's wide body, lifting his striped tail high in the air, and positioning his own asshole over the bear's slick tower of red flesh. Vason leaned forward to support himself on Max's chest, and looking deeply into the bear's gray eyes, mentally preparing himself for this. They smiled at each other, and slowly Vason sat down onto Max's penis. Gently the tip of Max's cockhead poked at Vason's virgin tail-hole, and the raccoon let out a small whine from the shock of pain, but it soon subsided into a much more tolerable burning as he began to sit. As Max's maleness began to slide past the tight ring of Vason's rectum, Max began to let out a low growl, while Vason began a light whimper. More and more easily the huge cock began to slide in as Vason relaxed, until the raccoon was completely sitting on Max's groin. Then, slowly, carefully, Vason began to move his butt up and down. Max quickly extended a paw to grasp Vason's cock, and he began to run his hand over it, eliciting several moans from the raccoon. All the while, as Max's penis was continuously enveloped in the warmth of his friends hole, his low growl gradually beginning to grow. With each thrust, Max began to get closer and closer to his climax. After a while of this, Max's lust instincts took him completely over. He stood straight up, wrapping his arms around Vason's waist, and began a desperate thrusting into the tight raccoon hole. He began to nibble along Vason's chest, and neck, and his growl turned into a dangerously low snarl. Vason had not expected Max to do this, and he initially panicked. He grabbed onto his bear friend as tight as he possibly could, and held on for the ride of his life. A long whimper had long since escaped his muzzle from the sheer pain of the experience, and a tear ran from his eye. But he was finally repaying Max, and that was all that mattered. Max's breathing suddenly became extremely ragged, and staggered. A few loud grunts escaped the deep rumble in his chest, and within seconds of Max's take over he finally let out an ear piercing roar as his balls clenched, and emptied into the tight ass enveloping his cock. He let out jet after jet of his sticky bear cum into Vason's guts for what seemed like minutes. After he was finished he just collapsed onto the couch - his fur wet and matted from sweat - and breathing very heavily. "That was......the most...." Max began to say, but was cut short from the lack of the proper words. Instead, Vason looked into his eyes and understood exactly what words couldn't portray. Vason simply leaned forward to rest his chest against his friends, with Max's shrinking cock still buried deep within him. Vason's still erect penis rubbed along Max's soft belly fur, and Vason let out a few sighs of pleasure. Max wrapped his arms around Vason and began to rub his paws up and down the raccoon's body. They stared at each other for a split second and then took each other up in another passionate kiss. Their tongues one again wrestling with each other, as they wrapped around the others. After a few minutes, Max's penis finally retreated back into his thick sheath, and the bear looked down at Vason's content face. He could see how happy his friend was to have finally been able to satisfy him, but the bear could still see a want in his expression. It was at this point that Max finally felt the thick erection poking him in the stomach, and he knew what it was that his friend desired, but was too afraid to ask for. Max gently lifted Vason off of his chest, showing the great difference in their strengths, and placed him down on the couch. Max then leaned down and enveloped the raccoon's maleness into his mouth, and began a gentle suckling. Vason let out a sharp gasp from the sudden sensation, and grabbed onto the couch cushions as Max wrapped his huge tongue around his cock, and slowly slid up and down the length of the shaft. Vason had touched himself there all the time when he masturbated, but he had never experienced anything like this before. Max gently rubbed his friends balls as he continued his administrations, and Vason began to moan in pleasure. Max moved his muzzle up to suck on Vason's cockhead, and then tilted his head to the side so he could trace his mouth and tongue along the sides of Vason's shaft. Once Max reached the base of Vason's cock, he began to lick his balls, and his crotch, then moved back up to quickly take the rod back into his muzzle. After a few more minutes of suckling, Vason's instinct took over. He reached down and grabbed the bear's ears as he began to desperately pump his hips up and down, thrusting his cock into Max's mouth. His breathing suddenly became labored, and heavy, and with a loud grunt he shot his load into Max's awaiting muzzle. Max gulped each burst of cum down, which amounted to much less than he himself had produced. Once the stream had ended, Max moved back up the couch, and lifted Vason back onto him. They once again embraced in a kiss, and Max fed Vason a little of his own cum, which the raccoon slurped up happily. Afterwards both just lay, exhausted from their exertions. Both felt a very magical tingle all over their bodies, and warmth of complete contention. Before they fell asleep, the words, "I love you." slipped from each of their muzzles. * * * Max awoke to a bright stream of sunlight shining in his eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to remember exactly where he was, and wiped a large, white paw over his face. His stubby muzzle opened in a loud yawn as he stretched his naked body out on the long couch, and he smacked his lips to the unmistakable taste of morning breath. As his sight slowly began to come into focus he scanned the area, looking for his little friend. Not finding him anywhere, the bear huffed and the memory of the night before quickly returned. 'I've never slept so well in my life,' he thought to himself, 'I wonder where Vason is.' Sounds from the kitchen quickly answered his question. The bear lifted his large frame off the couch, and silently padded into the kitchen, where he was greeted by the sight of the naked, pudgy little raccoon who was busily cooking breakfast. Max sniffed the air and immediately recognized the smell of pancakes, and eggs. He grinned to himself, and quietly sneaked up behind his friend, slowly sliding both of his massive paws around Vason's sides. The raccoon jumped slightly, and his head snapped back to look at Max. "Oh....good morning Max," Vason said as he leaned back against the bear's chest, "Hope you don't mind, but I found everything in the pantry and refrigerator, so I decided to make you breakfast." "Hmmmm, I don't mind......smell's good." "Let's just hope it tastes as good." "I'm sure it will Vason," Max said while gently caressing his friend's chest fur, "I've been thinking...shouldn't you call home to let your parents know where you are?" "Oh," The raccoon said quickly, "Well, both of my parents are both out of town visiting relatives, and my older brother is never home, so I don't think anyone is really missing me." "Okay, I just wanted to make sure." Max said, giving the Vason a light squeeze. "When will breakfast be done?" "It's done now, so go ahead and sit down at the table." With a loving nuzzle, and a lick on the cheek, Max padded over to the kitchen table, and sat down in one of the chairs. He noticed that Vason had already taken the time to set silverware, toast, and even a glass of milk and orange juice. Max cocked an eyebrow at this, and a happy smirk crossed his lips. He had never been served on like this, and it was something that he hoped he didn't get used to. A few seconds later Vason followed with their plates, both stacked with pancakes and an egg each. He put Max's down in front of him, and sat himself down in the next chair. With a confirming nod from both, they began to eat. It was not a bad meal - in fact it was one of the most fulfilling Max had had in a long time, and after they were finished he made sure to give Vason a loving kiss, and thank him for it. As they were cleaning up, Max could not keep himself from watching every move the raccoon made. He studied how he walked, how he swished his tail as he did, and how his muscles rippled slightly under his soft layer of chubbiness. His sheath began to get a little snugger as several erotic thoughts crossed his mind, and smirked as he thought of how he could make them all come true. 'All in due time....' Once they had scrubbed all of the pots, Vason began to put all of the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher. As he bent over, Max slowly rubbed his paw along the raccoon's rump, and tugged lightly on his tail. Vason stood upright, and leaned up against the bear's chest once again as Max moved his paws to grasp his friends belly. Gently he kneaded the plumpness of Vason's stomach, and licked tenderly along the raccoon's neck. Vason returned in kind by licking the bear's muzzle, and flicking his thick tail along Max's crotch. Max then slowly moved one of his large paws to caress Vason's groin, which caused the raccoon to gasp suddenly. The bear could feel his friend's penis beginning to enlarge, and gently pulled the raccoon's sheath down so that he could take the growing pink flesh in his paw. Slowly he began to stroke Vason to attention, as his own erection started to grow. "How does your butt feel today?" Max asked. "Um, it still hurts, but not very badly." Vason replied with a small smile. "Max?" Vason said softly. "Yes?" "What does...." Vason's voice sounded a little unsure, almost embarrassed, "...what does it feel like?" "What does what feel like?" Vason's voice became much more quieter, and he looked up to face Max, "What...what you did to me yesterday." Max chuckled quietly as he realized what Vason meant, and swiped his large tongue over the raccoon's forehead, "Would you like to find out?" Vason nodded as a large smile crossed his lips. Max noticed that his friend's maleness had suddenly become much firmer, and was twitching to each heavy beat of his heart. Max could see the excitement in the raccoon's eyes and in one quick motion the bear had him in his arms, and was carrying him onto the soft carpet of his living room. They kissed and licked one another gently on the way, each showing the amount of affection that they felt. Their friendship had now grown to something much more than either had expected. Even if the words were not spoken then, they could both see in each other's eyes the love that they had for one another. Vason looked into his protector's eyes, and could not imagine ever being without him. Max was so strong, caring and gentle. He had never realized how much Max meant to him, and how much he meant to Max. The bear softly placed his friend onto the carpet, and laid his large body next to him. Both were quite aroused, and it was showing prominently. Max reached down to once again take Vason's maleness into his hand, and kissed his friend deeply as he stroked up and down its length. Vason, in turn, reached down to caress the bear's organ as he returned the kiss. "Are you ready?" Max asked gently. "Yes....I am..." The bear easily rolled over onto his hands and knees, lifting his rump high into the air revealing his tail hole. He glanced over to Vason, and nodded. "Go ahead." Vason slowly crawled behind Max, and looked at what awaited him. He took his hard shaft into his paw, and gently began to press into Max's opening. The feeling of Max's warmth quickly surrounded him as he easily slid in. Because of their obvious difference in size, Max was able to accommodate Vason's size without a problem. The pudgy little raccoon's eyes were shut tightly as he pushed in completely to the hilt. The sensation of warmth, and pleasure that washed over him was incredible. It was very close to that of what Max did with his mouth, but not entirely the same. And it didn't take very long for him to get carried away. He tried his hardest to take it slowly, and enjoy every moment, but soon he began to grunt loudly and thrust harder as his animal instincts kicked in. Within no time he had begun a desperate pounding into the bear's rear. As he did this, Max started moaning softly as the raccoon nudged his prostate, sending waves of pleasure though him. His thick bear cock hung heavily from his sheath, and he reached a paw back to stroke himself. Vason thrust as quickly as his pudgy hips would allow him. The feel of actually mounting something the way that he was naturally destined to do was intense for him. He gripped tightly onto the bear's hips as he pulled out, and then pushed back in. It wasn't long before he began to feel a tightening in his stomach, and soon after that he began to whimper loudly. With almost an anguished cry his balls clenched, and a now familiar wetness shot out of him. His penis twitched several times as he came, and he grunted loudly with each. Within a matter of seconds, it was over. After a few more slowing thrusts, Vason finally stopped, and slumped onto Max's back, as he panted very heavily. Max looked back at him and lifted an eyebrow, "So...did you enjoy yourself?" Vason nodded numbly as he pulled himself out, "Yea....but it wasn't supposed to be that fast was it?" Max smiled warmly as he turned over on his back, his large member sticking straight out in the air, and took his little friend up in a hug. "No, but it's okay. Just as long as it felt good for you." Vason nodded a few times as he pressed himself into the warm bear fur, and readjusted himself around Max's large cock. "Yea, it was great Max....thank you." He looked down at the bears maleness, "What about you?" Max tilted his muzzle down to nuzzle the raccoon a little, and licked around his ears gently. "I'm okay Vason, you just relax. It'll go away after a while." His eyes wandered around Vason's body - as much as he could see - and he took in every detail possible. Things ranging from the different colors of fur he had, to each little puff of chubbiness on his body. He gently began to stroke Vason's back, and sighed in heavy contentment. Vason, in turn, reached one of his small paws up to stroke at Max's chest, and down to his belly. Vason wasn't satisfied with just leaving his friend be, and eventually his little paw ended up stroking along the bear's groin. Max closed his eyes and leaned back, his breathing suddenly becoming quieter. Vason looked up to Max's face and then gripped as much of his friend's cock into his paw as he could - squeezing it lightly. Slowly be began to slide his soft paw pad up and down the length, eliciting a low moan from its owner. Max began to growl ever so softly, and as he opened his eyes to admire his friend once more; only Vason was no longer just his friend. He watched as the little raccoon stroked him, seeing the utter determination in his masked face. Max once again closed his eyes and let the images from before play though his mind. Images of what he would like to do to Vason, and how he would like to do them. He pictured mounting the raccoon once again, and as he mentally began to push into his small hole, he felt a wetness actually surround him. Opening his eyes he looked down and saw Vason slowly lowering his muzzle over his maleness. Max moaned as Vason's tongue slowly worked it's way around his swollen shaft, and pressed it to the roof of his mouth. Slowly Vason began to bob his head up and down Max's length, coming close to deep throating it each time. Max knew that this was Vason's first time, but from the level of expertise that the little raccoon displayed in handling him he would not have known otherwise. He never once felt teeth rake across his sensitive flesh, and the gentle persistence of his suckling was something that Max had never before experienced. Max reached out to gently message behind Vason's ears, urging him on faster, and harder. Vason seemed to understand, and soon his sucking became much tighter, and more constant. It wasn't long before colors began to dance in his vision, and the feel of someone twisting up his stomach. He knew that he had to warn Vason somehow, but the words did not seem to want to come out. He opened his muzzle wide as the last flood flashed though him. His mouth suddenly clenched shut as his orgasm hit, and he pushed himself deep into Vason's muzzle. A loud roar once more echoed throughout the house as his cum shot out, and Vason hungrily swallowed as much of it down as he could, but the majority of it escaped, and ran down his chin. As the title wave subsided Max let go of the grip he had on Vason's head, and the little raccoon pulled off of the shrinking bear meat. He licked his lips clean of the cum that had escaped, and smiled. Max leaned forward and took his friend into a tight hug. "That was great Vason...." Max said between puffs of breath. "Did I do it right?" "Yes....yes you did." Max said keeping Vason tight in his arms. He looked around the room, and for the first time noticed what time it had gotten to. With a quick shock he realized that they had only a few minutes left before football practice started. Nudging the raccoon, Max got up. "C'mon Vason, we have to get going, practice starts in five minutes, and we still need to get dressed." He looked down at his limp penis as it slowly retreated back into his sheath and sighed again happily. Quickly throwing on the clothing that Vason had worn the night before, Max got himself ready, as the raccoon grabbed his clothes from the dryer. They did a quick check to make sure that they had everything in the kitchen turned off before they locked the front door, got in Max's car, and took off. Max must have set a new speed record, because he managed to make the normal five-minute trip to the school in half the time, and they were still late. By the time that they got there everyone was already on the field doing their warm-up running. "Damn! Max, the coaches are going to kill me!" Vason said with a small whimper. "I won't even make second string now!" Max's brows creased and he looked down on the raccoon, "Don't worry Vason, just get in the locker room and change. I'll try to go and explain to them why we're late. They'll listen to me." Vason looked up into the bear's gentle gray eyes, and nodded. Before going into the locker room, Max gave him a gentle lick across the muzzle, and assured him that everything would be all right. As Vason disappeared into the darkness of the locker room, Max quickly limped onto the field, and caught the attention of their head coach, a burly badger. He only hoped that his position on the team, and his reputation, would help in relenting the badger's anger. "Coach!" Max yelled out across the field. "Terridy!" The badger advanced quickly on Max, which despite the bear's own size, had a tendency to frighten him at times. "Where the hell is Mallar?! If he doesn't get his chubby striped ass out here right now, he's out for the next two games!" "It's not his fault Coach, he was with me and I...I woke up late." Max explained. The badger seemed to study Max for a few seconds before answering. "Alright Terridy," Coach said in a little bit of a calmer voice, "Just don't let it happen again." He checked his watch, "You have five minutes to get him out here!" "Yes sir!" Max replied as he turned to head back for the locker room. "Oh, and Terridy!" Coach yelled to him. "Yea?" "If you see Steele, tell him to get his furry hind end out here! I'm getting sick of him always being the last one out of the locker room!" Max nodded as he continued on his way, and it wasn't until he was a few steps further that the name the coach spat out finally clicked in. 'Getting sick of Steele always being the last out? I just sent Vason in there alone!' A sudden cold fear flooded over him as this revelation hit him, and he nearly tore the heavy metal door off its hinges as he rushed inside. He didn't wait for his eyes to re-adjust to the darkness - instead he used what he remembered of the layout of the area to feel his way though. He rushed though the upstairs locker cluster, luckily not hitting anything on the way. He reached the stairs just as he heard a quiet whine from below. He knew immediately who it was, and the anger built up inside him as his mind flashed what had probably happened. All he could think about was Vason laying hurt on the floor, and how much he was going to tear Steele apart. He ran into the shower area, and nearly collapsed as he saw his worst fear realized - Vason lying in a small pool of his own blood on the floor. Rushing over to him quickly, Max gathered the raccoon into his arms. Checking his friend over he found a cut on his forehead. Max's pure white fur was quickly stained red as Vason's blood flowed down his face, and onto his arms. He desperately licked at the wound trying to stop the bleeding, and it seemed to work a little, but not well enough. Max hurriedly stripped himself of his shirt, and pressed it to Vason's head, the raccoon's eyes flicked open slightly as he felt someone touching him. He moaned as Max attended to his wound and began to whine as the pain throbbed through him. His eyes glanced around, and he started to cry when he saw that it was Max who was there. "Max," Vason said weakly. "It hurts...." "Vason, did Steele to this to you?" Max asked softly. Vason opened his muzzle and slowly the confirmation that Max had expected escaped the raccoon's lip's. Vason's expression suddenly became very frightened as a small stream of his blood trickled into his muzzle, and his whimpering increased. His forest green eyes searched Max desperately, needing to be reassured somehow that everything will be fine. "Shhhhh," Max tried soothing though his own tears, "It'll be alright Vason.... I love you, and I won't let anything else happen to you..." "Aww, well ain't that just so fucking cute!" The voice shot though the air like a bullet, and instantly Max's rage had returned. "Steele," Max spat out in a growl much deeper than he himself thought he was capable of, "You son of a bitch...." "Ha! You call me the son of a bitch?!" Steele's words came out coldly, "You're the one that's been fucking this little bastard! I always knew you had something going with 'em, but I never thought you were a fucking homo!" "What are you talking about?" Steele advanced on the pair, "Oh yea, like no one saw you two leave yesterday and go to your house. Like no one knows why you were late this morning, and...what was that I heard?" The wolves voice suddenly became much higher, "'Oh Vason...I love you, I won't let anything happen to you!'" Max's anger had grown beyond anything he thought possible. He stared at the wolf with the coldest eyes and disdain that he ever felt for anyone, "You didn't have to do this to him Steele! He's never done anything to you!" "Oh, you mean his wittle boo-boo? He's a fucking wimp Smash! He tripped on his own God damn tail!" Steele lifted his paws up in the air and shrugged, "All I did was shove him, and not even hard!" Max's growling only became more intense as he spoke. "Didn't I warn you never to touch him again?!" "Yea," Steele said calmly, holding his paws out to his side, "So what? One less little puke on this world for us to worry about." The wolf puts his paws on his waist and give Max a defiant gaze, "Besides, it's not like I'm fucking afraid of you." Max's fist became tighter, his claws digging into his palm as he continued, his voice low and cold. "You should be Steele. I told you that if you ever laid another paw on him I would show you exactly what I could do to you." Max gently placed Vason back down on the ground and got up, standing at his full height and broadening his shoulders. He took a few steps toward Steele in such formidable stance that would have intimidated anyone. "And now, you're going to find out." Steele held up his arms, feigning as though he were frightened, "Oh no! Big bad Smash is coming after me!" Max advanced more, not saying a word but instead letting the fire in his eyes speak for him. Steele lowered his head, and sized the bear for a second, and then suddenly lurched forward, his fist screaming forward in a punch. There was a flurry of white that Steele didn't see as Max quickly returned the attack, contacting one of his solid arms with the wolf's chest. There was a muffled *crack* as Steele flew backwards, and landed hard against a locker, sliding to the floor. Pain was obvious on his face, and he winced as he tried to get up. Placing one paw on his chest he attempted to use the other as a crutch and his eyes suddenly went wide as it felt as though someone were stabbing him. With a whimpering howl he fell back again on the cold tiles, and looked up at the bear, complete disbelief in his expression. "I...I can't get up!" He wheezed, closing his eyes tightly for a few seconds and whimpering loudly though the pain caused by his speaking. "I think you broke my fucking ribs!" Max simply padded in closer to the wolf, who began to suddenly breath heavier from fear. Max kneeled down next to him and placed a thick finger directly in the middle of Steele's chest. The wolf's eyes shot open and he let out an ear-piercing cry as the pain flooded though him again; his paws grabbed tightly onto Max's arm. "That's right Steele, I only broke your ribs, and if you ever so much as look at Vason, or anyone else the wrong way again, you can bet that next time it'll be worse! Next time, it won't be your ribs." The wolf jumped as he felt the bears thick paw land over his sheath, his eyes opening wide. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, one in complete pain and fear, the other deadly serious. Finally understanding the severity of the threat, Steele nodded quickly, and the paw left his crotch. With a satisfied look, Max also lifted his finger from the wolf's chest, letting Steele grunt with relief. The bear quickly padded back to where Vason was lying and gathered the little raccoon up in his arms. Looking down at the raccoon he saw that Vason had shut his eyes tightly from the pain, and continued to cry softly. Max gave the cowering wolf one last, cold stare as he carried Vason up the stairs and out into the sunlight. Once out, Max padded out onto the field, where he knew that the coaches would have a first aid kit. At the sound of Vason's whimpering and in Max's arms, everyone stopped dead in their tracks, and simply stared. "Terridy?!" The coach yelled out in disbelief, "What the hell happened?!" "It was Steele, coach." Max replied, "He did this to Vason." "Steele?!" The badger repeated, "That little bastard! I've warned him to leave the littler guys alone!" Max gently placed Vason onto the ground as another player, a red fox, arrived with the small emergency medical kit. Taking the blood soaked shirt off of Vason's head, Max revealed the cut across the raccoon's head. The fox gasped when he first saw it, and quickly rummaged through the kit, retrieving some iodide solution, and a large pad of gauze. After wiping Vason's head clean the fox placed the gauze on the cut, and used heavy tape to secure it. It wasn't the greatest job, but it would do what it is required. Max nodded his thanks to his friend, and both suddenly turned their attention to a collection of shocked remarks from behind. Limping onto the field, with both paws desperately clutching his chest, Steele yelled out in a half broken voice. "Smash...and Vason...are fucking homo's!" All heads turned to look at Max, only they didn't stay there long as the badger quickly yelled back a response. "Steele!! Did you do this to Vason!?" He pointed a finger down to the raccoon. The wolf's face became distorted, as though he couldn't remember, "But Smash...." "I don't give a rat's ass Steele! I told you to leave this kid alone, and you disobeyed me! Your ass is off the team! You'll be damned lucky not to get expelled once I report this to administration!" Steele's expression dropped, and rage became clearly evident in his expression, "But Smash is a fag! He's been screwing Vason! He...he broke my ribs!" "Steele, you're the only one I know of who would make such a pathetic excuse! It's about time someone gave you what you've had coming!" The badger spat back. He looked over the entire team, and lifted his arms in the air as though he were repeating himself, "Someone call an ambulance for chrissake! Dawson, Rhodes, get Steele's sorry butt back in the locker room until it gets here!" The two named furs nodded and quickly rushed to help Steele away, despite his continuing protesting as another ran past them into the locker room to make the phone call. The rest of the team gathered around Max and looked down to Vason. The coach placed a paw on Max's shoulder, and smiled. "Honestly son, I don't give a damn what you two do in your bedrooms. It's about time someone put that wolf in his place, Smash...good job." Max looked up at the badger and smiled. It was the first time his coach ever called him by his moniker, and it meant quite a bit to him. "Thank you sir...." A small groan suddenly captured everyone's attention, and Max looked down to Vason as he finally reopened his eyes. The raccoon searched his surroundings and the faces off all of his team mate's before finally resting his gaze on Max. He smiled deeply as he once again found comfort in Max's gray eyes, and reached a paw up to touch Max's bare chest. "Max?" Vason said quietly. "Yes Vason?" "Did I make second string?" A light chuckle echoed throughout the team, even though Max was the only one who actually understood the question. The bear looked up at the coach, who nodded twice. Max turned back to Vason and smiled, "Yes Vason, you did." Vason's smile became warmer, and Max leaned over to take his friend into a hug. The hug meant a lot more than what everyone thought, but it was a relief to know that their secret was still safe. Tears began to well up in Max's eyes as he held the raccoon close. "Smash," The coach said behind him, "The ambulance will be here soon. After they check him out you should take him home." Max nodded as he continued to hold Vason. Within minutes the ambulance did indeed arrive. The paramedics quickly strapped a still whimpering Steele down on a stretcher to prevent him from moving anymore, and carted him into the back of the ambulance. While they got the wolf ready to be transported, another two checked Vason over. They both complimented the fox on his good job with the field dressing, and reported that Vason was also suffering from a minor concussion, but aside from that the cut wasn't severe. Once they were done, they cleared him for home. Max loaded Vason gently into his car, and did exactly that. Once he arrived he carried his friend to the couch where they first made love, and laid down with him. He gently stroked Vason's fur as his the little raccoon began to feel the drowsing effects of the pain killers. Vason smiled at Max, and stroked his finger's though Max's chest fur. "I don't know what I would do without you, Max." Vason said quietly. Max moved forward and gave Vason a gentle kiss, "I don't know either, but I'm glad that I finally got to show Steele what it means to mess with you." Vason's eyes fluttered as he got more sleepy, "Now go ahead and sleep Vason...I'll be here when you wake up." "Max," Vason said as he closed his eyes, "I love you." "I love you too." Vason's hand slowly slipped off of the bear's chest as he finally dozed off. Max watched as the raccoon's breathing steadied into that of slumber, and he sighed to himself. He could never leave Vason before, and now he never will. He has proven with all of his heart that he is now his friend...his lover...his protector. -End