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Swim Meet : Issue 5

_Characters copyright 2007 by their author, Hunterwolf.

My apologies for the delay. Workload and a brush with the dreaded flu bugs have robbed me of precious writing time!

This issue is a little longer than the others, so read and, hopefully, enjoy. I apologise also for any discrepancies that may arise, be it spelling errors or other such typographical mistakes. I havn't proof read this, hoping to still get it up ASAP!!!

And now, our tale continues..._

A PAW cleared a patch of steam misted mirror, but the eyes that looked back at the young wolf, fur damp from his shower, somehow belonged to a stranger. Reflecting on the past few days under the soothing caress of hot spray, Roan came face to face with yet another emotion, an emotion that would not be denied.

Guilt bore a hole in the wolf's stomach, sank its dark tendrils into his mind and drug out the taxi cab sex memories from the night before. He recalled how he'd felt, how he'd given himself over to the liger, to the situation, to the act of sex with a stranger.

Moments later those memories were dashed aside by those of Roan and Gan lying on his bed, and the conversation they'd had. Then Coach Madson, half naked in his office, and Roan seducing the bear.

Part of him wished he could take back the events of the night before. Another part of him, angry and defiant, opposed that thought. What was he becoming? What did he want?

He blinked, and the eyes in the mirror became bitter, accusing. You want to explore your sexuality, you want to experience what you've lusted after for so long. And you'll do so with any cock that comes along!

Roan's muzzle, his eyes, took on an imploring cast. He saw himself reflected, a young wolf, taken aback by the last two days, anxious, afraid, curious, defiant. He sought courage, he sought a way to banish the guilt he felt. But guilt is not so easily defeated, is not so timid a foe. It lingers and reminds mercilessly.

Why had he done it? Why had he gone down on the liger? Was sex all he was after? Was his attraction to Gan, to Coach Madson, just some juvenile and selfish excuse to get some action?

No! He did care about Gan. And he did care about Coach Madson.

Or are you just saying that to fool yourself into believing you have their best intentions at heart? Aren't you just after sex?

Of course not! He cared about those two furs. And, yes, he wanted to be intimate with them, to explore avenues that appealed to him.

And you cared about Feral, too? That's why you sucked his cock!

Roan had no reply for that, save one, and it was a bitter pill to swallow.

Roan wanted to enjoy himself, wanted to play and explore his sexuality, and he would find any reason that would validate his actions, his motives. Gan enjoyed the company of several males, so why couldn't Roan? Roan wasn't involved with anyfur, so having relations with several males wouldn't hurt anybody. He wasn't being a slut. He was just...playing...around.

The young wolf shut his eyes, but the guilt was still there, resilient, unyielding. Opening them slowly he saw himself reflected, and his eyes were deep, brooding.

Going down on the liger was not a mistake. He'd do it again if time flowed backward and he found himself in the same position. It was a learning curve. All of this was a learning curve. The only problem, the only danger, lay in not learning from these situations.

Or was that just another excuse?

Roan turned away from the mirror, unable to look upon himself anymore, not while these thoughts churned away inside him. He toweled off, used a fur dryer, and pulled on his clothes, white Calvin Klein briefs, jeans and a white tee shirt. Black sneakers completed his outfit, and he made to leave the bathroom.

Passing the mirror he paused, turned his head to gaze at his reflection. He growled. "I understand," Roan muttered softly. "I need to take responsibility for my actions. I need to be honest with my motives, with what I want, and with what I am."

And with that determination, Roan went to his room, picked up his backpack, and reached into his bookshelf for the book "Burning shades of Amber". He placed it on his desk. If his father came in, he would see the book and be none the wiser about the true contents of the paper bag, contents that would take a determined search to find them, especially when some of them kept moving!

Strolling down the passage, he heard voices from the kitchen. His father's and Richard's. Strange, his dad usually left for work by now. Perhaps he was going in late.

Three furs sat at the kitchen table nursing mugs of coffee; Scott Matthews, Richard, and...Roan gulped...Gan! All three looked up at him as he entered, and in each pair of eyes there was a questioning flicker, a slight frown, swiftly replaced by smiles. Roan felt incredibly uncomfortable, and not because of Gan or Richard. Their glances he could understand, given the previous night's events. But why had his father looked at him like that?

Roan swallowed heavily. Had Richard told him? Or was there something else? Why was Gan here? Did Roan's father's glance have anything to do with the stallion? Did he suspect?

The young wolf forced these disturbing thoughts aside and smiled. "Hey, all!"

Richard nodded.

"Good morning," Scott Matthews smiled.

"Hey, wuff," Gan grinned.

Roan forced a chuckle. "Never seen the kitchen this busy this early!"

His father laughed. "I'm taking a few days off while Richard is here."

Roan nodded.

"And I just thought I'd drop by and walk with ya to school," Gan grinned.

"I can give you boys a lift," Scott smiled, sipping at his coffee.

"No thanks, dad," Roan smiled.

"That's ok," Gan shook his head, smiling, at the same time as Roan.

A moment of silence fell across the room, to be broken by Richard.

"Kids," Richard grinned, the looked over at Scott. "Weren't we the same at their age?"

The other wolf nodded, then looked sad, his ears dropping forward. "Well, let's leave these boys be. They're young, we're old. The two don't mix."

"Aw, dad!" Roan whined, looking embarrassed. "You know that's not true."

"No, no. I know my place, son." The elder Matthews gazed solemnly into his coffee, as though searching for answers.

Richard, too looked a little dejected as he mumbled;" Very true, old friend."

Roan stood, stunned. He hadn't meant to hurt his dad's feelings. "D...dad, I..."

Scott Matthews looked up, looking miserable, yet his eyes sparkled.

Roan blinked, then crossed his arms, eyes narrowing, and muttered;" Not funny, dad."

Richard chuckled, Scott's muzzle creased with restrained laughter, and even Gan smiled, catching on.

"Just kidding, Roan," Scott smiled. "Go...off with you two."

"Meh!" Roan grunted. "Come on, Gan."

The stallion stood, slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Thanks for the coffee, Mr Matthews. It was good meeting you, Richard."

Roan's dad nodded, smiling, and Richard waved and said;" Likewise, Gan."

As the wolf and stallion left Roan's house, Gan chuckled. "Your dad...I dunno...seems to be acting very....un-adult like."

Roan nodded. "Yeah. Ever since Richard got here he's been...well, not himself. You should have seen them at the mall last night."

"Yeah, about the mall, Roan," Gan said, a serious tinge to his voice.

Roan swallowed. Shit, he'd forgotten about that. He looked over at Gan and put on the most innocent look he could muster. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Roan."

The wolf stared blankly his friend...or at least, he hoped he was pulling it off. "Um...Gan, I don't..."

"Do not lie to me, Roan," the stallion barked, his eyes flashing anger, and Roan pulled away reflexively.

The horse's pace slowed, and he stared at the ground. "I...I'm sorry, wuff. I just don't like being lied to. Or ignored. Like last night."

Roan was silent, struggling with a response. But Gan was his friend, more than that, even. They'd shared each other, spent hours talking, enjoying each other's company. If there was anyone Roan could be completely open and honest with, it was the stallion beside him.

"I saw you. And...him." The wolf's voice was low.

"Ah. So that's why. I thought as much, but I wasn't sure. I thought...maybe... you were angry, or jealous, or...something."

"A little of both, I guess, which was wrong of me. Childish, hypocritical even."

"Hypocritical?" Gan peered at his friend questioningly.

"Um...well...long story. I need to find the right words before I can explain it."

Gan nodded. "Ok." There was a deep silence between them for half a block, which Gan broke. "So now you know who one of the guys is."

Roan nodded.

"It hurt you to see me with him?"

"At first, but not last night. Last night was...different. I saw you talking to him outside school yesterday. I figured he might be the guy you were going to movies with. I saw you looking for someone. I figured it might be me, so I held back. I couldn't...trust myself...if I were to have walked out and joined you two."

"You wanted to be him. You wanted to be with me. Mated."

Roan nodded, eyes fixed somewhere in the distance ahead of them. "Yeah, I did. But I thought things through and realized I was being selfish and hypocritical."

Gan's eyebrows raised. "There's that word again."

"I was upset that I couldn't be with you. That I wasn't your boyfriend. That I had to share you. And then I figured that I couldn't be upset about that, about you having multiple lovers, especially if I went and followed in your pawsteps, so to speak."

Gan stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were wide. "You...you were with somefur else?"

Roan's ears burned, he felt himself blush fiercely, and his facial fur tingled. "Um...I...kinda."

Gan slapped Roan on the back heartily. "Way to go, stud!"

Roan gaped at his friend. "What?"

The stallion chuckled. "Who is he? What did you two get up to?"

"I...I really don't want to talk about it, Gan. It...its not that I don't trust you, but, I just feel...guilty about what happened."

The stallion patted Roan softly on the shoulder. "That's ok, wuff. I won't pry. I've been there. Battled the guilt. It wasn't fun."

"No, no it isn't."

"But I'm here for you, ok?"

Roan smiled, hearing the sincerity in his friend's tone of voice. "Thanks, Gan."

They walked in silence for a bit, then Gan tapped Roan on the shoulder.

"What?"

"If you realized that feeling upset and angry about us not being mated wasn't right, then why did you ignore me last night?"

Roan's ears flattened and he stopped, his eyes shut. Gan stood and waited, giving his friend the time he so obviously needed. Something about the way Roan stood, the set of his muzzle, the way his paws slowly clenched into fists, gaze the stallion goose bumps. Perhaps he didn't want to hear what Roan had to say.

"I...I just wanted to be alone." The young wolf's voice was soft, and Gan had to step forward to hear properly. "My...my dad..." Roan's voice quivered slightly, and the stallion felt something in his stomach turn to lead. He felt...afraid. "My dad...hates gays."

Understanding struck the stallion with the brute force of a sledgehammer. He staggered back a step, his eyes wide, and in his eyes glimmered fear for his friend and compassion. He wanted to take hold of the wuff before him and hold him tight, tell him everything would be ok.

"He...he knows?" Gan's voice was almost hoarse.

Roan shook his head. "No. He doesn't know." The image of a few minutes ago flooded his mind. His dad's gaze as he walked into the kitchen. "At least, I don't think so. I think...he suspects. I dunno. He...looked at me strangely this morning."

"How did he...I mean...you...I mean...are you sure?"

Roan nodded. "We were looking at movie posters. Richard suggested Brokeback Mountain, and my dad...my dad...he...he said he wasn't into that shit. The look on his face, Gan...it...." Roan turned to look at his friend, and their eyes met, and Roan's eyes swam, shimmered, and the stallion felt for his friend, his paws coming up subconsciously to pull the wolf to him. Wolf and stallion realized at the same moment what was happening, and both glanced around nervously.

They saw nofur.

"I...don't want to see that look again, Gan. I really don't. He..." Roan shuddered. "I just don't want to see that look again. It...scared me."

"Let's walk, wuff."

They did, and silence followed in their wake.

"Do you think Richard is gay?" Gan asked suddenly.

Roan blinked. "I...no. He didn't seem to realize what Brokeback was about."

Gan nudged his friend. "I think he's sexy."

Roan rolled his eyes and laughed, aware that the tension of minutes ago was being shed swiftly. With Gan at his side, things seemed like they would be ok. Or was it simply that he had someone to confide in, so he didn't feel so alone anymore.

"You think anything with a cock is sexy."

"Not true," the stallion whined playfully.

"Yeah, well, you'd go gaga over Richard's cock."

The stallion snorted in good humour. "Yeah, I probably wou... Hey! Have you seen..."

"Oh yeah. And it's hot!" Roan grinned.

"How the hell...hey...was Richard the guy you did something with?"

Roan laughed. "No, baka! I told you he isn't gay."

Gan snorted again. "Yeah, well, straight guys sometimes don't care who sucks their dicks...as long as they get it sucked."

Roan blinked. "Really?"

Gan laughed. "Really really. Look, I don't care how "straight" somefur says they are. Guys are guys. If they can't get some dick sucking action from their girlfiends, they'll probably drop their pants for a gay guy to suck. After all, its one of our favourite pastimes," Gan laughed. "That, and the straights can just close their eyes and pretend it's a chick sucking them off. Add to the equation the fact that they can cum in our mouths and we'll be eager for it...well..." The horse fell silent.

Roan stared at his friend. "Have you gone down on a straight guy?"

Gan coughed. "Um...well...yeah...a couple. Of course, they deny all of it."

"Wow!"

"Yeah. Makes you think. And...hey...no changing the subject!" Gan slapped the back of Roan's head playfully. "Richard's cock! Info! And what does baka mean?" The horse's eyes narrowed.

The young wolf laughed. "baka is Japanese. Depending on your tone of voice and the inflection you put into the word, it could mean either silly, or stupid, or idiot, or moron. The way I said it was in the silly sense."

"Ok," the horse seemed mollified. "And Richard's cock?"

Roan laughed. "Slut."

"Hussy!"

"Whore!"

"Bitch!"

"Pony!"

"I'm not a pony. And I'll prove that to you soon enough, cock slut."

Roan laughed. "Ok, ok. Richard's cock. Simply put, he was taking a shower and he didn't realize I was home so he walked out of the bathroom naked."

"You saw him naked as well?"

Roan smirked. "Oh yeah, and he's one sexy stud. Especially with that unsheathed cock."

Gan gaped at his friend.

"Oh yeah, he's one of those furs who are unsheathed. And his butt fits so snugly into his jockstrap. Well, it would have if I hadn't blown my little voyeurism when he was getting dressed. Almost got caught."

The stallion grinned widely. "Yeah, well we know how you stare at cocks," the horse laughed. "And now asses too."

Roan looked the horse up and down. "Yup, staring at one right now."

Gan spluttered. "Oh...you...little...bitch! I'm gonna...gonna..."

Roan laughed loudly and ducked out of reach of Gan's playful swipes.

"I ought'a bend you over my knee and spank that tight ass of yours!"

The wolf snickered. "I do like my horseplay!"

The horse groaned. "I'm so gonna make you pay for that one!"

"I only pay for high class hookers. Why'd you think I rode you for free?"

Gan spluttered and stood and gaped at Roan. The poor equine seemed to be at a loss for words, and Roan grinned broadly and crossed his arms smugly.

The horse's eyes narrowed and he pointed a finger at Roan. "I'll get you."

Roan chuckled. "Of course you will. Or at least, you'll try."

Turning a corner the two friends came in sight of the school. Roan slowed, and Gan matched him.

"Hey, Gan?"

"Yeah?"

Roan gazed into the horse's eyes. "Thank you. For taking my mind off...stuff."

Gan nodded and smiled. "You're welcome, wuff. What are friends for?"

The wolf almost didn't say it. Part of him was fretting about his father's homophobia, about being found out. But all of that was shadow, and Gan was a shining light, and those shadows fled before him. So, in order to keep up the light hearted banter he and the stallion had shared, Roan grinned.

"Bending over and spreading their legs?"

Gan blinked, stared at the wolf, then laughed. "That time of the month, eh, hornpuppy?"

Roan shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe you just know how to make me sit up and beg. Emphasis on the up."

The stallion smiled. "You know, canines aren't the only species who like to bury their bones."

The wolf burst out laughing, genuinely amused, then suddenly he growled unhappily.

Gan's head shot around, searching for the target of Roan's ire. He expected the three furs Roan had beat the day before, but didn't see them. "What's wrong, Roan?"

"I got a damned hardon and I can't adjust myself now," Roan tilted his head towards a number of other furs also making their way to school.

The stallion chuckled. "I can take care of that for you, if we hurry. A little action in the bathroom should sort you out."

The idea was tempting. Roan did need to get his cock down, but at school? Then again, he and Coach Madson had been intimate at school. He grinned and winked at the stallion. "You're on, stud."

The two friends hurried forward. Roan was acutely aware of numerous eyes on him. His fame of yesterday was still fresh, and whispered conversations abounded as the wolf strode along.

Once in the school building, wolf and stallion made their way towards the furthest boy's toilets.

"Ah, Mr Matthews!"

The hair on both furs' necks stood on end, for the voice was unmistakable. Principal Hargraves!

Roan turned and forced his muzzle into a smile. "Good morning, sir."

"Good morning, sir," Gan followed Roan's example and smiled.

"Good morning, boys. Mr Matthews, I'd like a word with you if I may," the Principal smiled back, though his eyes were serious.

Roan nodded. "I'll see you in class, Gan."

The stallion nodded. "Sure thing, bud."

Roan groaned inwardly. What now? On the up side, his cock was limp, scared out of its horniness. What? That wasn't an up side! Now he wouldn't get to fool around with Gan before classes! The wolf followed the Principal into a nearby vacant classroom, feeling, as he walked through the door, as though he'd entered a cage, with no way out.

The bull sat on the edge of a desk, and Roan stood before him, nervously fiddling with the straps of his backpack. The bull regarded the wolf intently, and in those eyes Roan read enough to be even more anxious. The bull was pondering something, and it was serious. Roan's fur prickled.

"Mr Matthews, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yes, sir?"

"Are you..." the bull suddenly went silent.

Roan could sense the change that came over the bovine. The bull was no longer confident, no longer in charge of the situation. He was...confused, nervous even. Roan was curious. What could shatter the Principal's usual steely demeanor?

Principal Hargraves stood and walked over to the window, crossing his arms behind his back and staring out. "I wanted to ask what your..." Once again the bovine paused, apparently at a lack for words.

The bull stared fixedly at one point outside the school. A rose bush. Planted several years ago. It had bloomed beautifully. Yet that ruby beauty held sharp pain, hidden from those unwary enough, incautious enough, to pluck at the flowers.

Roan's reflection in the window caught the bull's attention. The wolf had bloomed too, but the thorns were sharper here, sharper, and more perilous. The principal sighed softly. He had a duty to the school, to the students. He knew what had to be done. He knew the words he had to speak.

And he couldn't.

The bull cursed inwardly. "I hope your dad wasn't too angry with you. Our insurance covers the door, so, no need for him to be out of pocket."

Roan had stared at the bovine, the fear still present, lurking, waiting, eager to strike! The young wolf couldn't help feeling that something was going to go terribly, terribly wrong. Scouring his mind for things he could have done, only one thing kept leaping into the front of his mind. Only one.

The bovine knew. The principal knew about Roan and Coach Madson. It had to be that! If that were the case, then...then...the Coach would be...

Roan jumped as the bovine spoke. "Um...oh...no, he wasn't. He...just told me to be careful."

"So you just got a warning?"

"Um...well...I gotta clean out the garage, too, Roan mumbled.

The bovine laughed, deep and warm. "Well, that's all I wanted to know. I know you're a good kid, Roan. I didn't' want you to be...in too much trouble." Principal Hargraves turned and walked towards the door, and in passing by the young wolf he said: "Head over to class, Mr Matthews." The bovine saw the fear lurking behind the wolf's eyes, and automatically his paw lifted and he ruffled Roan's headfur.

Immediately his paw shot back, and he stood, stunned, shocked. Stupid, stupid. he cursed silently. Then he strode away swiftly, and as he left the room and made his way to his office, the thought speared him, transfixed him momentarily. What was it about this wolf that held his paw, that stopped him from doing what he had to do?

Furs, both staff and students, saw for once a war torn muzzle, furrowed eyebrows, a deep and brooding aura that emanated from him in waves.

Roan watched the bull leave with a mixture of relief and curiosity. Intense curiosity. What the hell? So this wasn't about him and Coach Madson. Then...what...was...this...all about?

It had to be about him and the coach. But, if that were so, the bull would have said something. The principal was a determined and dedicated professional. Any misconduct on behalf or students or staff would be met with swift action. So, if the bovine did know about him and the Coach, he would have said, or done, something. Or both!

There must be something else. Something he couldn't fathom. Something he needed more clues for to find out why. Perhaps Principal Hargraves knew he was gay, and wanted to speak to him about that. And since it was a difficult subject for even a gay fur to talk about, the Principal had backed out, anxious, or afraid, or just embarrassed.

And what was with the paw and the ruffling of his headfur? Perhaps the bovine was gay and was making a move, albeit subconsciously, on his young student.

Roan scoffed at that thought. He snorted and shook his head. Yeah, right.

Then again, he had let Roan off the hook the day before, which was unheard of!

Grumbling and fighting with plausible and implausible answers alike, Roan made his way to his first class, hoping to find Gan along the way. Despite his little encounter, strange and eerie as it was, the wolf wanted some action this morning! He grinned, but growled as the school bell rang. Dammit! He grinned suddenly. Maybe at lunchtime!

Grinning, he strode into the classroom, finding Gan at his seat two desks back. Gan flashed him a What was that all about> look, which Roan shrugged at in reply and smiled broadly, then sat down. Not all of the classes he took were the same as Gan's. But more than half of them were.

Classes seemed to drag on into eternity, an endless barrage of boring facts, figures and time wasting speeches about what, Roan didn't remember come the end of those classes! He'd been thinking of Gan, of the encounter with the principal, of Coach Madson, of Richard, naked, hard, of Gan, naked, hard, of Coach Madson, naked, hard, of...

"Roan!" The paw cuffed his head.

"OUCH!" he snapped.

Gan laughed. "Lunchtime, bud."

"Eh, really? About time!"

The two made their way to the cafeteria, picked up some burgers and cokes, and made their way outside, heading for a mammoth tree casting a shadowy yet sun speckled blanket across the grass. Several furs, alone or in groups, sat beneath the welcoming branches. Roan and Gan made sure they were far enough away so as to have a private conversation.

As they sat, Roan saw Gan nod his head towards something and smile and wave a paw. He looked up, saw the collie from the day before walking with a couple of other furs, a coyote and a ferret. The collie smiled and waved back, then turned his attention back to something the coyote was saying.

"He doesn't look gay," Roan murmured.

Gan nodded. "Neither do we. And that's a good thing. He and I have been around the block a few times, so we know who to play it cool."

Roan nodded.

"So," the horse said, setting down his burger. "What did Principal Hargraves want to see you about?"

Should he tell Gan? Yes, the answer came a moment later. Gan was his friend. And no secrets would be revealed by confiding in the young stallion.

"I don't know."

"Say what?"

Roan shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I mean, I know the reason he didn't want to talk to me."

Gan was all ears. "And what was that reason?"

"He asked if I got into a lot of trouble with my dad. I said I didn't, then he said he was glad."

"Weird," the horse replied, frowning. "That's not like him at all!"

"I know, but the really weird thing was that when he took me into the classroom, he was all...well...his usual self. In control, decisive. You know."

Gan nodded.

"He stared to ask me a couple questions, then seemed to lose his resolve. He stared out he window for a time before asking me about what my dad said."

"Do you think he knows you're gay?"

"I...I don't know. Maybe. Maybe he wanted to talk to me about that and backed out."

Gan's frown deepened. "Something's going on."

Roan nodded. "I know. And it worries me. Especially since I might cause..." he stopped abruptly. "Er...dammit, I wish I could tell you what else is on my mind, but I promised. And...its...not like I can just...its..."

Gan watched his friend struggle with himself. He placed a paw on the wolf's shoulder and smiled; "Hey, a promise is a promise. Never break it unless keeping it would harm somefur. Like...drug addiction."

Drug addiction? Where the hell did that come from, Gan wondered. Just the first thing to come to mind, I guess, he thought.

For despite his words, Gan was curious, really curious. Curious about what secret Roan held, what secret might include Principal Hargraves taking action. And drug addiction was a simple suggestion that might lead Roan into answering, or giving a hint that it was, or was not, that. He watched the wolf intently.

Roan shook his head. "Nah, nothing to do with drugs."

Ok, so it wasn't drugs. "It's about the guy you were with, right?" the horse asked.

Roan's head shot up and he stared at the horse, who blushed. "Erf, um, sorry, Roan. I guess that's prying. Sorry. Me baka. In the idiot sense!"

The wolf smiled softly. "That's ok. If I were you I'd be curious too. I wish I could tell you more, I really, really do, Gan. And no, its not about...this other guy."

"That's ok, wuff. Really, it is." But despite the wolf's denial, something had flickered in those canine eyes. Gan had been warm. Maybe not in the sense of the guy Roan had been with, but, maybe with yet another guy, an as yet unknown player? Come to think of it, there were too many unknowns with Roan. The stallion grumbled mentally.

"Oh, ok, ask," Roan sighed in exasperation.

"What?"

"If you pondered any harder stars would collide!"

The horse blushed again. "Well, I...was just wondering. The guy you were with, is it the same guy you told me about after our sex session?" The stallion grinned. "The other gay fur at school?"

Roan shook his head. "No."

"Wow! Out of the closet, kinda, for two days and you've been with two guys, and know three!"

Roan laughed. "I'm blessed by having guys fall into my lap!"

"Them into your lap, or you into theirs?" the horse snorted, grinning.

"You'd like that. Probably like to watch, too!"

Gan grinned broadly. "Hell yeah. I'll even tape the action for prosperity!"

Roan laughed, and the two shot jibes at each other for the rest of the break, the wolf glad to be able to forget about all the things weighing on his mind and just enjoy the day with a sexy stud.

As the bell rang to signal the end of lunch, Roan groaned. "Dammit, we're so busy shooting the breeze that we forgot to go the the bathrooms!"

Gan smirked. "I'm just some sex toy to you, aren't !?"

"No, no, not at...well...yeah, yeah you are!" Roan chuckled. "Still...wasted time."

"Nonsense, wuff. Not wasted. We had fun. And besides, too many guys in there at lunch. Best time is before school starts, or after."

"So...shall we...after school today?"

Gan looked down, his expression awkward. "Um...I'm gonna sound like a broken record, but..."

"...you're going to the movies with the collie again?" Roan finished. The disappointment wasn't as bad this time, the wolf realized. Perhaps it was because he was getting used to the idea of Gan being with others. Or perhaps it was because he could go hit on the Coach if Gan was otherwise engaged. Roan felt a twinge of guilt. Wasn't that a selfish way of thinking?

The horse's voice derailed his train of thought. "No, no. I've got martial arts practice today for a couple hours. But I'm free after that!" The equine grinned at his friend and stood, offering him a paw, helping the wolf to his footpaws.

As they made their way towards the school building, Roan smiled. "Well, that could work, as long as our parent's aren't home."

Gan's face creased as he thought. "Hmmm...I hope my folks have something on. I'll text you when I get home after practice. Then we can hook up at whoever's house doesn't have parent's in it."

"Good idea," Roan nodded. He was looking forward to making out with the stallion again. He felt a familiar stirring between his legs and he shifted slightly, finding his growing wolfhood settling into a more comfortable position. He glanced at the stallion, cast an eye towards his friend's groin, and wondered if Gan was also feeling aroused?

The passages inside the school were a throng of activity, furs running this way and that from lockers to classes and back again. Standing at the foot of the stairs to the second floor, Principal Hargrave stood chatting with one of the teachers. Out of the mass of flying fur, feathers and scales, a raccoon came to stand beside the teacher the bull was talking to. The bull nodded, and the teacher gave his attention to the raccoon.

Principal Hargraves looked around at the organized chaos and locked eyes with Roan. Roan stared back, still moving forward, and it was the bull who broke contact, seeming startled and swiftly casting his gaze everywhere but at Roan.

Why was the bovine so uncomfortable with Roan all of a sudden? Perhaps the bovine was gay! Maybe letting Roan off the day before, and the encounter this morning were some means of the bull trying to get on Roan's good side, preparing to make a move.

"And I'm the queen of Sheba!" Roan snorted.

"What?" Gan asked, snapping his head around to stare at Roan?

"Oh...nothing. Just talking out loud," the wolf grinned.

The two kept walking together, for fortune gave them the next class together. Nearing the classroom, Roan spoke softly, loud enough for Gan to hear, but impossible for anyfur else.

"What if Principal Hargraves is gay?"

The horse's eyes sprung open wide, and he gaped at the wolf beside him. "What? Why would you say that?"

"Well, he did let me off yesterday, and today he ruffled my headfur. I mean, the Principal wouldn't do that normally!"

"So maybe he was hitting on you?"

"I dunno. Just playing "what if"."

"I hate you," Gan grumbled.

"What?" Roan looked shocked. Had Gan really said that? Lost in his thoughts, the wolf had lost the subtle nuance underlying Gan's tone of voice.

The stallion stopped and poked the wolf in his chest. "How come you're getting all the studs? I want them too!"

Roan burst out laughing, startling a couple of female foxes nearby, one of whom dropped her books as she jumped.

"Like he's really...gay," the last word came out in a whisper, and Roan cast furtive glances around. The only fur paying any attention to him was the female fox who'd dropped her books. She cast an annoyed look the wolf's way, then finished picking up her books and walked away in a huff.

Gan nodded. "Yeah, I know. I mean, if those actions you mentioned means the Principal is gay, then Coach Madson hugging you makes him gay too!" Gan grinned.

Roan swallowed hard, afraid to utter a word lest he choke on it, afraid to utter anything lest he let something slip. Gan's jest was way too close for comfort. The wolf forced his muzzle into a leer.

"Yeah, I wish!"

Gan laughed. "That makes two of us, bud."

"AHEM!"

Both furs jumped and spun around, both conjuring to mind the image of a very angry Principal Hargraves. Instead, to their relief, it was only Mr Harrows, their geography teacher, standing in the door to his class, tapping his footpaw in annoyance.

"Planning on coming in any time soon?"

"Sorry, sir!" came the two replies as wolf and horse scurried into the classroom and took their seats. A few snickers met them as they did so, and the two furs blushed slightly, casting relieved grins at each other.

A FURRY flood of students exploded from the school shortly after the final bell rang! They streamed down the street on foot, on bike, clambered into waiting busses or parent's cars, or just sat around chilling on the lawn, waiting for a pickup or just catching up with friends.

"My mom is gonna pick me up today," Gan said as he and Roan shed the school building. "She always drives me to my practice, since it'd take me a couple hours to walk to the dojo!"

Roan nodded. "Just remember to text me afterwards!"

Gan grinned lewdly. "Oh, I will, bitch."

The two laughed, and Roan's muzzle opened for his retort. A hooting horn, however, belayed that. A gunmetal blue jeep pulled up, a mare driving. Gan's mom, Roan realized.

"Hi, mom," Gan smiled, pulling open the back door and dumping his backpack on the seat.

Roan smiled at the female horse, who tilted her head as she looked at the wolf.

"Oh, yeah," Gan grinned. "Mom, this is Roan, a friend. Roan, my mom."

"Pleased to meet you, maam," Roan smiled again.

"Likewise," Gan's mother returned the smile. She looked back at Gan as he climbed into the back. "After practice I need your help at your grandfather's."

Roan's smile almost slid from his muzzle, but he caught it in time and kept it pasted on. His eyes, however, lost most of their sheen. Gan, too, seemed to lose some of his joviality.

"It will only take an hour or so, Gan," the mare smiled, seeming to realize her son wasn't at all pleased.

"Ok, mom." He shot Roan a glance that spoke volumes, but mostly "I'm sorry".

Roan tried to act casual, shrugging. "Text me," he smiled, and the stallion nodded.

"I hope my son invites you over at some stage," the mare smiled at Roan.

I hope so, too, Roan thought. And not for any reasons that you'd care to know. The wolf grinned inwardly.

Outwardly, he nodded. "I hope so too, maam."

She put the car into drive and pulled away, Gan waving somewhat dejectedly at the wolf. As the car moved off, Roan was sure he heard Gan's mom saying "What a respectful young wolf."

Roan grinned as he watched the car vanish, then began to walk home. Dammit, another day with Gan might be gone. He hoped the horse didn't have to stay at his grandfather's for long. He wanted to play around with Gan some more. Perhaps Gan would like to use the wolf's dildo, Roan chuckled, then stopped short.

Almost four hours till he'd see Gan. If he'd see Gan again today. He remembered his thoughts of the day before, when he'd been walking home. Thoughts of Coach. Hungry, eager and forbidden thoughts of Coach. And more importantly, what he feared Coach might feel towards him. He should really speak to the bear about this.

Roan turned and walked back into the school, making a pit stop in the boy's toilets. Several minutes later he exited, feeling excited. He headed towards Coach Madson's office. Turning around a corner, he almost walked straight into Kirk! The tiger almost dropped the football he was tossing from paw to paw, but his reflexes were as quicksilver.

Wolf and Tiger stared at each other, realization dawning on both of them who it was that stood before the other. Roan's fur began to bristle, and Kirk's eyes narrowed, his lips drawing back to reveal his fang like incisors. Slowly, the two skirted each other, keeping a wary eye on each other's arms and legs. The tiger was the first to break away, snorting and turning to stroll down the passage, resuming his ball play.

Roan breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to get into a fight with Kirk. The first time round he had the element of surprise on his side. That, and Gan had been there at his back. The wolf doubted he'd have much of a chance in a more even fight with the feline.

He waited for the footballer to vanish around a corner before continuing to his destination. The door was closed, and Roan put an ear to the keyhole to see if anyfur was inside. No voices met his ear, so he straightened and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Roan did, smiling disarmingly at the ursine sitting behind his desk, scribbling notes on some papers.

The bear smiled in genuine pleasure as the wolf entered, closing the door behind him. "Roan, good day."

"Hi, sir."

"Sit, sit," the bear waved at a chair. Once the young wolf had taken a seat, the bear asked;" So what can I do for you today?"

"You can do me, sir," Roan grinned.

The Coach blushed. "Ahem. I thought we'd gone over that little lesson yesterday, Mr Matthews," he said sternly, though his body language and eyes were anything but stern.

Roan laughed.

"Just here to shoot the breeze?" the adult asked.

Roan chuckled. "You know, you're making this way too easy for me!"

The bear looked confused.

"Shooting the breeze," Roan grinned.

The bear looked even more confused.

Roan's grin broadened. "No, sir. Not the breeze. Maybe I'd like to shoot something else." He batted his eyelids provocatively.

Coach Madson groaned, but in good humour. "Yeah, I walked into that one. You've definitely got a fast mouth on you." The bear's paws shot up defensively. "DON'T even think of retorting to that one!" he chuckled.

Roan gazed at the bear fondly. He realized, that as sexy a stud as the ursine was, the wolf didn't want to hurt the adult. Didn't want him to feel as Roan had felt when Gan had turned him down. His smile slipped from his muzzle, and the intense look in his eyes made the bear frown.

"Roan, what's the matter?"

"I...I was walking home yesterday, thinking of what...we did, here, in this office. And I wondered what it would be like after the fact. I mean, if we had sex, or something, what would we be afterwards?" The wolf stared down at his sneakers. "I know how I felt after Gan told me he didn't want to be mated, and...I didn't want you to feel the same way. I mean, I don't know if you'd thought along those lines or anything, but, I just...wanted...to talk to you about...afterwards."

The bear leaned back in his chair. "That's a very level headed and responsible thought process, Roan. I...I'm proud of you."

The wolf raised his head. "You are?"

"Yes, I am. You see, I was wondering about similar things. Would you be...well, yourself, after we did anything...if we did anything. I'm proud that you're looking at things not only with your co...um...heh...well, cock, but also with your brains." The bear blushed.

Roan felt warm fuzzies creeping up inside him at the Coach's words. Such approval was something he didn't get often. But when he opened his mouth, the words that flew out were; "You're cute when you blush."

The bear went an even deeper shade of scarlet.

Roan chuckled and went with the flow. "With what we've done, why...do you still blush?"

The bear shrugged. "I guess because I'm still shocked at what happened. It's like a dream, almost. And I'm still, well, unsure about if we should do anything."

Inwardly, Roan grinned. Just you wait, stud. That uncertainty will vanish swifter than shadows before light. Outwardly, the young wolf nodded.

"To answer your thoughts, Roan, no, I didn't ever think we could be more than friends. To be mated with you is not something that crossed my mind. NOT, that I don't like you. But just that, well, it's not realistic. You're a student, I'm a teacher. It just wouldn't work out. Besides, you need somefur your own age. I'm just on old bear. Gan is more your type for a long term relationship."

Roan nodded slowly, mind racing. So far, so good. If he and the Coach ended up in bed together, or bent over this very desk, afterwards there wouldn't be any hurt feelings. There would be no preconceptions about what they'd done. They'd be friends, still, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Roan blinked. Then why couldn't he feel the same way with Gan? Was it because the Coach was just a rebound affair? Or was it because, with Gan, there were preconceptions? Preconceptions that made it hard to deal with the fact that he and the stallion were still friends, but not mated! Was he, Roan, even ready for something like that? A steady relationship? Perhaps fooling around was best, get it out of his system, as it were. Or was that just another excuse for wanting to revel in his homosexuality, and the sexual side of that existence?

"Thanks for the chat, sir." Roan stood and strode over to the door, trying his best not to grin or smirk. His decision had come in the blink of an eye, and that decision made part of him twitch and grow.

As the wolf reached the door, the bear stood, saying; "Roan, your backpack!"

Roan's paw reached out, touched the doorknob, and with a deft flick of his fingers, flipped the latch. The CLICK of the locking door echoed through the office.

"Roan?" the bear asked, concerned. "Are you ok?"

The young wolf took a deep breath, tried to steady his pounding heartbeat. He turned to face the coach, allowing the leer to spread across his muzzle. He slowly lifted his t-shirt, slowly swaying his hips as he pulled the shirt up and off, stretching, tensing his muscles, allowing the bear to see the ripples of his torso and biceps.

"Roan, we shouldn't be doing this!"

The wolf responded by tossing his t-shirt aside. Keeping his eyes on the Coach's face, he slowly bent forward, reaching out to his footpaws, untrying first one sneaker, then the other, then stepping out of them, brushing them aside with gentle kicks.

"Just let me drop my pants, and if you say we shouldn't do anything after I've done that, then I'll respect your wishes and leave. No harm, no foul."

The bear gulped and nodded/shook his head, unsure. Emotion warred with reason, slugging it out, blow for crushing, agonizing blow. Reason would have won, had Roan not been there, teasing the bear, but when Roan slowly unzipped his jeans, reason went down, out for the count.

Coach Madson stared, licked his lips, his lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.

Zipper down, the young wolf flipped loose the button and took hold of each side of his jeans and once more, slowly, ever so slowly, lowered them, revealing a white jockstrap with drawstrings on the front.

The poor ursine's jaw dropped, mouth agape, eyes round and full and he stood, dazed, wearing a shocked expression that was both humorous and cute. The bear didn't even twitch a muscle as Roan stepped out of the jeans and kicked them aside.

Roan grinned broadly as he ran a paw seductively across his bulge, running it from balls to navel. Plucking gently, playfully at the drawstrings, the wolf began walking towards the bear, slow and steady, his hips swaying enticingly. "Like what you see, old bear?" He forced a bit of femininity into his tone of voice and batted his eyelids.

The wolf stopped inches away from the bear, and reached over to gently cup the bear's jaw in one paw, the other running a finger down the ursine's chest, over his shirt, from throat to the waistband of the bear's trousers.

"Want me to stop?" Roan crooned?

"Y...yes," reason gasped, pulling itself up from the floor.

"Really? Oh, ok, stud," Roan sighed, pouting playfully. He turned and walked a couple steps before bending forward to flick at an imaginary speck of lint on his socks. His tail wagged back and forth revealing for split seconds a sight that the ursine had not seen on Roan before, a place puckered and pink.

Reason fell once more, pummeled by a swift and brutal attack from raw emotion. Reason struggled to rise, put all its effort into controlling the bear, but emotion savagely kicked out, and reason fell silent.

"N...no!" emotion blurted out.

"You don't want me to stop?" the wolf looked back over his shoulder, still bent over.

"R...Roan...I..." the bear's voice was husky, his eyes still wide, and his paws were clenched. Emotion glanced over at reason, smiled, and sat back to enjoy the show!

The young wolf stood and turned around, padding slowly over to the stunned adult, reaching out to grip the bottom of the coach's shirt, tugging it free from his trousers and lifting it upwards. The coach's breathing was ragged, fast, but he lifted his arms, allowing the young canine to slide them up and over and off. The shirt fell to the floor, and Roan ran a single finger up his coach's torso, from navel to throat, leaving a slight trail of disturbed fur as he went.

Roan's cock was hard and eager. It strained against its prison, but the drawstrings were pulled shut and tied, denying their meaty prisoner its release, awaiting the keys that would loosen them, keys that lay inches away, clenched, but only for the moment.

"We...Roan...I'll be the first...it...will..." Reason lifted itself and fixed emotion with a fierce glare, and emotion fell back before that fiery gaze.

Roan turned and strode over to his backpack, still swaying his hips like some stripper on a stage. He reached down, bending over as before, this time looking back at the bear through spread legs, moistening his lips with a slow, alluring tongue. Reaching inside his pack, he swiftly pulled out the items within and spun around, keeping them out of sight behind his back.

Walking back over to Coach Madson, Roan pulled his paws out. In one paw was a box of condoms. In the other, a bottle of lube.

Coach Madson gaped! What the...? This wolf was...serious! And determined!

Roan winked. "I played with a dildo last night, so your entry," the wolf thrust out his hips, and his full package brushed lightly against the bears leg, "will be more bearable!"

And within the coach, reason simply up and left. Emotion ruled the bear, and no force on earth would sway it now!

Roan set aside the condoms and lube, placing them on the edge of the desk. He slipped his paws around the bear's waist, pulling himself close against the ursine's full, muscular form. His crotch ground against the coach's, and the wolf nuzzled tenderly at the bear's neck.

Coach Madson's paws unclenched and encircled Roan's waist, pulling at the wolf in turn. He sighed deeply, a long exhalation of breath that brought with it a relaxing on the coach's muscles. Roan felt the change, felt the tension seep from the bear, and smiled.

He continued to nuzzle at the bear's neck, then slowly lowered himself, snuffling into the ursine's fur on the way down. The bear's arms parted, and one paw came to rest affectionately on the young wolf's head, scritching gently. The other paw beat Roan, and began unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

Roan grinned, his heart beating faster and faster, blood pulsing fast and furious through veins that seemed too thin to contain the potent energy coursing through them. The change in the bear was subtle, a mixture of atmosphere and body language, but Roan recognized it almost immediately. It was redolent of inhibited desire, a primeval force of animal passion that had long been denied. Part of the wolf flinched at the change, but another was excited by it!

On his knees before his teacher, the wolf looked up at eyes that gazed intently down at him, eyes that were filled with longing and unrequited fervor. Gan's words of the day before came back to him. "What demons lie within, wuff?" From the look in Coach Madson's eyes, it was a question that applied to the bear as well! What demons was he, Roan, about to loose upon himself. Would the bear be able to restrain those inhibitions, or would they rule the bear?

Roan found himself hoping that those inhibitions would rule the day, regardless of what that meant!

The wolf pulled the bear's trousers down, finding the Coach wearing a black jockstrap. He paused to admire how it fit snugly against the broad hips, the bulge in front full of engorged ursine meat, that meat outlined alluringly against the material it fought against.

Pressing his muzzle against that bulge, he inhaled deeply, drawing in the bear's scent. It was potent and musky, and the coach's crotch was warm against the fur of Roan's muzzle. The bear let out a strangled gasp and his cock twitched behind the thin, black material.

Roan's paw blindly found the coach's sneakers, and he nimbly untied them, tugging them off and casting them aside. His tongue, as he did so, ventured out to lick at Coach Madson's bulge, from where the bear's balls were held, to where the tip of his cock threatened to breach the waistband of the jockstrap.

The bear arched his back, pushing his hips out, simultaneously pulling Roan's head harder against his crotch, grinding his groin against the wolf's eager muzzle.

Coach Madson lifted each leg in turn, allowing Roan to tug off each trouser leg. Both furs were now wearing their individual jockstraps and nothing else. And each fur had only one thing on their minds. Each other.

Roan stood and pushed his body against the bear's. His muzzle brushed against the coach's, lightly, and their eyes locked. In the bear's Roan read the asking of permission. And in Roan's, the bear's found willing and fervent consent.

Their muzzles met, lips parted, tongues once more tasted of the other, but this time, there was no reservation, only an insatiable hunger that demanded to be fed, a hunger that both wolf and bear were only two eager to oblige!

Muffled moans escaped their muzzles, Roan humping at the coach's crotch, rubbing his hard bulge against another. He lifted his leg, rubbing his knee up along the bear's thigh, across his waist, and the adult grabbed it and kept it at waist level, reaching to grasp the other leg as well.

Roan lifted that leg too, and the bear hefted the young wolf up. With legs locked behind the ursine's back, the wolf's crotch pressed against a firm, ripped stomach, he continued to taste the inside of the bear's mouth. Coach Madson shifted his paws over to cup each of the wolf's rump cheeks, gripping them, kneading them, as he held the younger fur in his powerful arms.

They broke their kiss at last, and Roan lapped at the bear's muzzle. He stared into his coach's eyes, at the fire blazing there, and saw himself, once more, as the night before, as mere prey.

"Are you ok with this, sir?" Roan asked, part of him afraid of the way the bear looked at him, devoured him with his eyes, part of him wanting to make sure his teacher was genuinely ok with what was happening.

"Fuck yes, pup!" the bear growled, his voice deep, laden with lust. "You said you'd finish me off next time, remember? So get down on your knees, Roan, and put your muzzle where it should be!"

Roan was startled by this side of the bear, but he nodded timidly and let the coach drop him. The bear, too, was startled, but pushed any second thoughts aside. The young wolf before him wanted this, wanted him, and he would get him. Over and over and over again, if the bear had his way. And, it seemed, that was exactly what was going to happen.

Coach Madson pulled his jockstrap down, releasing the ursine slab of Grade A beef within. It sprung out, as though hungry and questing for something with which to satiate its need, its thirst. It curved upwards from the full, ripe sacs dangling beneath.

As Roan's tongue began its glide down the the shaft, Roan could feel it throb as blood and passion surged along the juicy length of it. The tip stared at him, an immodest eye that sought but one thing, Roan's muzzle. Or rather, one other as well. Roan's tight, young ass.

His nose met the coach's balls, and he nuzzled at them, licking at the furry globes, watching them sway as he tended to them. Above him, the coach let his head slip back and he moaned softly, one paw on Roan's head, the other hanging straight down.

Roan moved his attention to the cock he had sucked on this time yesterday. Uncut, pink, and with a large vein running down the underside of the dick to the left, the bear's penis was somewhat thicker than the wolf dildo Roan had played with. He wondered, fearfully, if he'd be able to tolerate that thickness inside him.

Then the tip of the cock was resting in his muzzle, on the tip of his tongue, and he suckled on it as he would the tip of an popsicle, running his tongue around and over the head, probing at the eye, tasting warmth and a splash of precum.

He swallowed the cock slowly, turning his muzzle as he did so, moving his tongue around, so that the deeper the bear's dick went, the more it felt. Warm, moist wolf tongue made Coach Madson's dick slick, and the wolf began bobbing his head up and found the bear gazing down at him ravenously. Roan put on his best twinky look, his eyes smiling upwards.

Suddenly the bear pulled Roan's head forward, thrusting outwards, his cock plunging deep into the wolf's muzzle, the head of the questing cock hitting the roof of Roan's mouth near the back. Roan remember having his face fucked the.night before, and this was much the same.

The bear was grunting with each thrust, and precum flowed freely. Roan focused on the base of the bear's shaft, noting that the fur there was a tad lighter in shade. He kept orally massaging the bear, enjoying the taste and feel of the maleness within him.

The bear was panting now, his butt tensing with each thrust of his hips, and abruptly the ursine pulled out, cock slick, a trail of precum leaking from the head to slide down the underside of the shaft. Roan landed forward to lap it up, then sat back on his haunches.

"Stand!" the bear ordered hoarsely, and Roan stood.

Coach Madson reached out with both paws, taking hold of the drawstings and pullinged. They part easily, and the front of Roan's white jockstrap parted, and from within peered a hard and pink wolf cock, eagerly awaiting its freedom. As the drawstrings pulled the sides apart, the cock slipped out, jutting straight up from Roan's sheath, greeting the bear with an erotic salute.

The bear licked his lips slowly, eyes focused on the young wolf's cock. Slowly he moved a paw to grasp the engorged meat gently, holding it firm. He raised his eyes to Roan's and grinned toothily. "Hump my paw, pup."

Roan nodded, and slowly, then with more and more tempo, began humping into the bear's paw. The pads were soft, the fur luxurious, and Roan grasped the bear's wrist with both his paws as he proceeded from humping the paw to fucking it, moaning lustfully with each glide of his cock through the warm, velvety grip, leaving it wet and moist as the wolf's own juices began flowing.

The ursine removed his paw and pulled the wolf roughly against him, smothering him with his lips once more. As they sucked on each other's muzzles, their hips gyrated and thrust and pressed against each other, and their cocks, hard and slick, slide over one another, two eager swords of lust dueling.

"Let me see that tight wolf ass of yours again!" the bear rasped.

Roan turned and put his paws on the edge of the desk and leaned forward, his back curving downwards, rising again to the proffered rump, young, tight and firm.

The wolf felt the bear's cock slide lengthways into the cleft of his asscheeks. The bear's paws grasped the wolf's thighs firmly, and he began humping eagerly, at first slowly, but then frantically, leaving the cleft wet. Coach Madson moaned huskily as he rubbed his thick ursine cock against the eager rumpcheeks the wolf shamelessly offered up to him.

The wet bear paw slid onto Roan's cock, giving the wolf a reach around as he continued to grind against the young stud's ass.

Suddenly the bear's hands were no longer on Roan's hip and cock. The coach's cock pulled away from Roan's ass, and was replaced with fingers spreading the asscheeks wide. Roan, in turn, thrust his ass out and up further, laying his head on his handpaws as he let his coach examine him.

Casting his eyes around, Roan was reminded of where he was, namely spread eagled against a desk in the coach's office in his high school! The wolf's cock jerked as he became more excited about how forbidden the situation was.

He saw the bear's paw reach out for the lube, and he swallowed hard. Was he ready for this? Could he handle the bear's cock inside him, delving deep and hard? He thought about the dildo, about what he'd done to make it more comfortable, and, in the end, extremely enjoyable!

Coach Madson gazed down at Roan's spread ass, at the tight, puckered entrance to the wolf's most private of places with a voraciously sexual appetite. He licked his lips and swallowed, and his paw shook slightly as he reached for the lube on the desk. So taboo, so forbidden, so...illegal! Was he really going to fuck this young wolf, here, on his desk?

The sensual curves of the wolf's body, bent forward and offered was a sight the bear had only seen in pornos. Yet here was a flesh and blood fur, young and eager and in as much heat as he was, it seemed, willing to have his tailhole violated by an adult's cock!

The ursine paw found the lube, and doubt faded abruptly. Only one urge remained, raw and primal, an urge that could be satiated by but one thing. Roan's ass!

The lube was cold on his tailhole, and Roan shuddered involuntarily as the bear spread it around, making the exterior nice and slick. When the bear's finger slide into the puckered rim, Roan groaned slightly, but squeezed just enough to let the ring widen, allowing further entry by a lubed up digit that continued to prime the wolf's tailhole for penetration.

Coach Madson slid his index finger in fully, twisting it around inside Roan, feeling him up and loosening his ring. In and out it slid, guided by a spurt of more lube. Roan handled it well, forcing himself to relax, enjoying the spasms that exploded inside him whenever the tip of the coach's finger brushed his prostate.

Then another finger entered, and Roan whimpered. More lube followed the second digit, and again they slid in and out, twisting and drilling deep, getting the young wolf ready for the main course!

The third finger made Roan yelp out loud, but the wolf gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, allowing the coach to lube him up further. In response to the yelp, the bear slowed his fingering, making the intrusions slower, allowing Roan to better become accustomed to them.

Several minutes passed, and the coach pulled out, eyeing the now open hole that gaped at him from between rounded rumps. The bear nodded and reached for the condoms, then paused, withdrew his paw and squirted a generous amount of lube onto his already glistening cock!

The thick head eagerly found its way against the ring of the entrance to Roan's ass, poised on the brink of an as yet untapped, and very natural, resource; young tailhole!

Slowly, and moaning, the bear pushed his cock into Roan's ass, watching it press against the ring, which resisted, but against the enthusiastic ardor of an adult male bear in rut, that resistance was futile!

As the tip of Coach Madson's swollen bearhood plunged into Roan's ass, the young wolf yelped loudly, his head coming up sharply, and he moaned, panting, his muscles tense. In turn, the puckered rim contracted on the bear's dick, squeezing it, turning the ursine on even more, sending shivers of pleasure along the bear's hardon.

Roan felt as though his ass were on fire, the sudden emanations of heat throbbing from the bear's cock were unexpected! Latex inside him was one thing, but he hadn't considered something that generated heat of its own! And with all the blood flooding the meat not piercing his ass, that was a lot of heat!

The wolf gritted his teeth. It was something he had to get used to. He could ask the coach to stop, but he didn't want to. And he didn't think the coach would want to either. Instead, he glanced over his shoulder, reaching down with one paw to cup his balls and base of his cock and squeeze.

"Fuck me, sir. Screw me like some cheap fucking cock whore you picked up on the street!"

The bear started at the words the wolf threw at him, but they set already boiling blood on fire, stirred up desires and needs long locked away, and the bear looked back at his cock, partway into the eager young wolf...no...eager young slut...in front of him, and with brute force plunged his rampant cock home, hilting himself with a loud, pent up growl, savage and animalistic.

Roan whimpered loudly, biting his teeth, grasping his cock firmer, trying to feel more on his cock at the moment than in his tortured tailhole. He was impaled fully on the ursins's fuck rod, impaled and deflowered with sheer lust.

The bear in turn almost lost himself to the sensations flooding him. Hilting inside the young fur beneath him was a turn on second to none. It felt...fucking amazing, to plough this teen male's tailhole, to bareback him raw and hard, leave him sore and panting and used.

But instead of unleashing a heavy volley of thrusts into the once virgin ass under him, he slowly withdrew and inserted himself again, slowly riding the wolf, hoping Roan would suffer less this way, though a part of him, dark and rising from where it had been lurking, denied all these years, wanted to ram and fuck and spew cum inside and over the young little cock whore whose ass was now his to rule and ride!

Harder and faster his thrusts became, slowly becoming a heavy pounding of flesh on flesh, a wet slapping sound filling the office as again and again Roan's ring was spread wide and plundered, filled with inch after inch of thick, veined bear cock.

Roan grasped the desk with both paws again, supporting himself against the sudden increase in tempo from the adult above, and inside, him. At first his whimpers were of pain and discomfort, but as his abused hole became more and more slicked up with the bear's own natural lube, the easier it became to handle.

Soon he had his head on his paws, cock hard and bouncing with every sweat thrust, pushing backwards against the coach's onrushing hips, adding extra force to the pent up power the ursine unleashed into the wolf's ass.

The desk shook as the bear's ploughing became stronger and more violent. Plugging the hole of this pup was an opiate that robbed the bear of his senses and inhibitions, allowing him to pound raw Roan's tailhole.

"Oh, fuck...Roan....you little bitch!" the bear growled around moans of delight. "Beg me to ram your boy pussy raw!"

"P....please....ungh...fuck...rape me...sir. Rape my bitch ass raw! Screw me a new tailhole...ungh...you...ungh...fucking stud!"

Roan lifted his head to look back over his shoulder, casting a begging gaze at the bear who saw that gaze, and answered it with a surge of powerful plunges that buried the ursine meat deep.

The office became their own little world, a haven of fucking and illicit sex, and again and again the bear slammed his cock home, delving deep, riding the wolf hard.

When Roan felt the coach fall against his back he grunted as the air was pushed from his lungs, and the coach gripped him tight and simply humped frantically into his tailhole, grunting vulgarly into his ears, overcome with lust, need, and the simple urge to ravage Roan's ass.

Then Roan was lifted up from the desk and spun around, the coach's cock still in him, the bear holding him close, and pushed the wolf against a file cabinet, fucking the wolf standing up. The curved pink bear cock slid home easily and swiftly, swallowed by a hungry tailhole and a pair of firm, ripe rumps.

Coach Madson lost control for a few minutes, ramming away in sheer ecstasy, grunting, moaning, growling his lust and need for all the world to hear, loving the feel of wolf rumps meeting his rushing hips. He bit down on Roan's neck, and the wolf yipped loudly in pain and surprise, but the bear just grunted and kept his jaws clenched on the wolf's flesh, pressing hard but not breaking the skin.

Roan moaned eagerly, a willing and enthusiastic young male keen to have male flesh rammed hard into him. He felt his leg being lifted up by the coach, and the bear continued to fuck him, rut inside him, cock sliding along slick walls that pressed down on it.

He felt himself nearing orgasm, felt the bear's cock punching away at his prostate, and knew he wouldn't last long. His excited moans increased in pitch and tempo, and he turned his head to lick at the bear's muzzle, who stopped biting down to kiss the wolf deeply as he kept up a relentless barrage of slick thrusts.

"Cu...cumming...fuck....FUCK ME!" Roan cried out, and the bear did, pouring all his energy into delivering an series of brutal fucks into the horny young bitch.

Roan's back arched as he shot his load, splattering the file cabinet with spurts of his seed, a series of white islands against the blue metal. His cock jerked and jerked, the orgasm so much more than he'd experienced with the dildo, and he humped at the sticky mess on the file cabinet, spreading his cum around with his cock, the feel of cool steel at one end and fiery flesh on the other searing his nerve endings and giving vent to a long, loud howl of release.

Panting, his ass shuddering from a renewed assault, Roan looked down to see his cum ooze down the cabinet drawer. A paw pushed his head and torso down, and as he leaned forward, the coach knelt, cock still firmly embedded in youthful flesh.

On his knees, the coach gripping his hips with iron paws, firmly pulling the wolf back against his thrusts, Roan watched his cum on the metal before him.

"Lick it up, slut. Clean up your seed!"

The bear's paw came up from a hip and came down swiftly, slapping the wolf on his buttcheek! Roan yelped in surprise, and the bear slapped him again, open palmed.

"I said lick it up, bitch!" the bear snarled, loosing himself to emotion, and the darker desires that found their needs coming to climax.

Coach Madson gazed hungrily down at Roan as he lapped at his cum, licking it off the file cabinet. "Don't swallow!" he growled. "Lick it all up, that's a good pup."

Roan did as he was told, his cock limp between his legs, dangling and swaying with his now spent sacs, cum still oozing from his cock head to drip onto the floor. He felt the bear's paw pull his head back and he turned to meet the coach's muzzle, felt the coach's tongue slide over his lips to meet his sperm smeared tongue, and kissed the bear passionately, deeply, lovingly. The tongues danced and spread seed across both muzzles, then the bear pulled away and swallowed, licking his lips.

"Mmmm...you taste as good as you feel, Roan," the bear grinned, for a moment more himself than the beast that had overtaken him in his rutting zeal.

Then the bear hammered home another volley of thrusts, bringing himself closer and closer to eruption! The bear's moans came more often, his breath more rapid and ragged, and he snarled, loud and primal, as along his shaft it surged, hot and white and wet.

It splattered inside the young wolf's ass, filling it up with jet after jet of eagerly released cum. A steady beat of cock sliding into raw ass continued as Roan was well seeded, well ridden. A trickle of bear spunk leaked out the sides of the wolf's tailhole, despite the cock plugging it. After long moments the bear shuddered, the last assault of his balls assailing the now sticky and flooded halls of Roan's once virgin sanctum.

Instead of falling on top of the wolf in an exhausted heap, the bear pulled out, cock slick and sticky, smeared with lube and cum. A spurt of seed appeared in the wolf's reddened hole and dripped down his inner thigh, leaving a wet and matted trail over the fur.

Roan found himself on his back, the bear's cock above his face, cock dripping remnants of cum.

"Clean it up, you little fuck slut!" the bear rasped, and pulled Roan's muzzle up, burying his cock, still erect and curved, into the moist, warm enclosure.

Roan suckled on the coach, gazing up at the coach's feral expression, his tongue running up and down the shaft, cleaning it of cum, leaving it wet but untainted by seed.

The bear's cum was potent to the taste, more so than Gan's. But Roan forced himself to swallow, bit back an urge to gag, and grasped the base of Coach Madson's slackening cock, licking at it, running his lips over the head, squeezing it of the last stragglers of seed that slid along the still juicy and thick cock.

The bear slumped backwards, coming to rest with his back against on of the desk legs. His cock lay limp and wet on the floor, and drop of fluid spilled form lthe head to form a wet spot on the floor. His breath was deep and slow, his eyes closed.

Roan pulled his legs out from under the coach's and crawled up to the bear, sitting on his lap and holding the coach around the neck, resting his head against the bear's. He closed his eyes and let himself relax, felt his body and mind flailing weakly against fatigue.

The bear lifted a paw to pull the wolf close and lifted his head to nuzzle tenderly at the wolf's headfur. Soft murmurs of contentment left both muzzles, and the two furs, spent, worn out, simply held each other close, lost in the euphoria of belonging and the warm fuzzy glow of orgasm.

Many minutes passed before the bear opened his eyes. "I'm...sorry."

Roan tried to bury deeper into the bear's thick fur. "What do you mean?" he breathed softly.

"For...for treating you like a...a...for using you, talking...to you...like that."

Roan lifted his head, pushed away from the bear just enough to be able to gaze eye to eye with him. He saw the bear's ears flattened and he leaned forward to plant a gentle whisper of a kiss on the ursine's nose.

"I loved it!" the wolf grinned.

"You...did?"

"Yeah," Roan breathed dreamily and smiled affectionately. "I...sorta lost myself in...in everything. Being fucked like that...by you, was...well, stunning!"

The bear blinked, then groaned. "I barebacked you! I shoulda used condoms!"

Roan laughed lightly, and brushed a paw across the bear's forehead. "You used a lot of lube...the bottle's half empty! And feeling your seed inside me, having it feel so wet and natural was amazing! Thank you, sir, for ploughing my ass raw!" Sure, it had been painful at first, but Roan felt great now, if rather worn out. And he didn't want the bear to feel bad about that, so he just ignored it and focused on what had been pleasurable! Which, truth be told, was most of it!

The bear grinned, despite himself. He had enjoyed it, tremendously. And Roan had asked for it! And the young wolf seemed to have thoroughly loved being speared by him!

"No, thank you, Roan, for letting me have what I never could!"

Roan smiled, then chuckled. "I feel sorry for the swim team!"

"Oh?" the bear raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"They're gonna be so unprepared for this kinda endurance training!" Roan laughed.

Coach Madson joined him, shaking his head. "Ah, no. They don't get special treatment. Only horny little male sluts like you get that!"

"Any time, stud!" Roan grinned, and kissed the bear full on the lips, finding himself being kissed back.

"While I may still fool around with you, I'm not gonna go running after other young furs. This...you...are my only avenue into that forbidden zone. Now, are you ok? How do you feel?" the bear asked.

Roan mulled it over. "I feel good. Great! Tired, but great. I love sharing myself with you. You were the first to take me. And I'm glad I could enjoy being taken by you. I still want to fool around with you, if I may, and I know we're just teacher and student, not mated or...anything."

The bear nodded. "I'm glad that's how you feel, though you're wrong about one thing."

"What's that, sir?"

"We are so much more than teacher and student! After today, we're more like lovers. Or fuck buddies. And stop calling me "sir" when we're alone. My first name is Russell."

"Russell Madson?"

"Yup."

"Cool name, sir. But if you don't mind, I'd prefer to call you as I have been, sir. Less way for me to slip up. And also, it feels so much naughtier when I call you "sir" when we're going at it!" Roan grinned.

The bear laughed. "Ok then, Roan."

The wolf sighed. "I wanna stay like this for a while."

"Me too. But," the bear sighed too, "we can't."

"Next time we fuck at your place," Roan grinned. "That way I can just pass out on the bed and wake up to you pumping my ass full of your thick cock and hot cum!"

Coach Madson blushed, but smiled. "I'm still not used to dirty talking like that."

Roan smirked. "Get used to it, sir."

The bear kissed Roan once more, had it returned, and lifted the wolf off him, standing. "Go get showered, Roan. I'll clean up this mess."

"Mess?" Roan glanced down. A small puddle of cum had formed on the floor where his ass had been, the coach's cum, leaking from his tailhole. The wolf blushed. "Erf, I should have clenched or something!"

Coach Madson laughed. "That's ok, wuff. Go, get cleaned up."

Roan pulled on his clothes, shoved lube and condoms into his backpack, and padded over to the door, unlocking it only once the bear was fully dressed once more. The wolf smiled as he watched the bear pull on his clothes, especially the jockstrap, and how snugly it fit.

"See you tomorrow, Roan," the bear smiled.

Roan nodded. "Yes, sir. And...thank you again."

Coach Madson beamed. "My pleasure, wuff."

The wolf cast out swift glances into the passage, saw nofur, and stepped out cautiously, closing the door behind him. He stood there for a while, straining his eyes and ears, trying to hear or see any trace of the fuck session having been overheard. Silence.

He darted down the passage, and suddenly stopped and spun around. Still nofur. Once he was sure there was really nofur around, he turned and made his way over to the nearest toilets, where pawfuls of toilet paper were used to clean up most of the mess on his rear. He'd have to wash his jeans and the new jockstrap, but that was easily done at home.

EMERALD eyes watched Roan walk out the school and down the road. Those eyes noted the spring in the wolf's pawsteps, and the cheerful glance the wolf cast back at the school, a glance that seemed to pierce concrete and wood and glass and see nothing but one office, and in particular, one bear.

Those emerald eyes turned away from the window, and the fur paced, undecided. A low growl escaped his lips, and he stalked away down the passage, furious. Storming into an office, his paw found the phone on the desk and lifted the handset, then set it down again.

"For fuck sake!" he growled, then snatched the handset up again.

A call needed to be made.

NIGHT had claimed dominion, gazing down over its sovereignty with a single luminescent white eye, full and round. Through wisps of cloud and surrounded by distant motes of silver it watched over a myriad of twinkling lights speckling the otherwise dark landscape below.

One such twinkling light went abruptly dark, another small piece of territory claimed by night's shadows. A young wolf pulled his paw away from the bedside lamp and pulled the covers over his shoulders, mind weary from a full and exciting day.

Jeans and jockstrap had been washed and dry-cleaned long before his father and Richard had come back from wherever they'd gone for the day. His toys were well hidden and a long hot bath had taken care of his matted fur and soothed an aching tailhole!

He'd received the text message from Gan, a message which, despite his lovemaking with Coach Madson, came as a bitter pill to swallow.

Sorry, wuff. Things will take some time here. Sorry. ?

Roan had tossed the cell phone onto his bed, his heart dropping. Sure, he might not have been able to do anything with the stallion, now that he'd spent his seed with the coach, but still, he'd been looking forward to seeing Gan again. It wasn't like he had many friends to hang out with. More importantly, he didn't have any friends that wanted to hang out with him!

His mood had thusly been sour and bleak, and even his father and Richard gave him space, for which he was grateful. He'd shut himself up in his room and aimlessly browsed the internet, finished up some homework, and ended up lying on his bed listening to some fast paced music that allowed his pent up frustration and anger and disappointment to be carried away with the tunes.

Eventually, he got so bored that he just clambered into bed and tried to fall asleep. He grunted and reached under his mattress, pulling out the jockstrap that Gan had left. He sniffed it, inhaled deeply, and wrapped it around his paw, then slid that paw under his pillow. If Gan couldn't be with him in the flesh and fur, then he'd have his scent to keep him company.

An hour passed since the light had been switched off, an hour since Roan's father and Richard had gone to bed. An hour remained till midnight. All was silent through the house. All was still.

Save one shadow!

A shadow that should not have been there.

A shadow that flitted from bush to bush to window, crouching furtively.

The shadow lengthened, and a paw pushed ever so slowly, ever so cautiously, at the open window of Roan's bedroom, a window the wolf left open to help circulate the air. No creaks gave the intruder away as he hauled himself through, silent, graceful. No ninja could dare to move so silently and swiftly as this shadow clad trespasser.

A shadow against shadows, the fur moved nimbly to the door of the room, and locked it! Then, dark eyes regarded the slumbering canine form in the bed, and slowly, and surely, the fur moved forward, shedding clothes, stripping naked.

The duvet was pulled back, and the mostly nude wolf twitched. The interloper paused, then slid delicately into the bed, pulling the sheets back over him. A paw covered the sleeping wolf's muzzle while the other slid down to squeeze a underwear clad rump.

Roan came awake with a start, a paw over his muzzle and a unknown figure in his bed! His heart pounded and fear rushed through him. He whimpered into the paw and a muzzle came to his ear.

"Hush, wuff. It's only me!' The paw slid away from the wolf's muzzle.

"GAN!" Roan gasped!

"Shhhhh!"

"What the fuck? You...you fucking..." Roan beat on the stallion's chest, but his assault was taken in stride. "You fucking scared the shit out of me! What the fuck are you doing in my bed? What..."

Gan's paw rapped Roan on the muzzle. "Hush, puppy." And then the stallion kissed his friend gently, and found the wolf at first holding back, then leaning into the kiss.

"I felt bad about letting you down, Roan," Gan explained once their kiss was broken. "So I snuck over here to keep you company for the night!" The stallion grinned.

"What?" Roan gasped. "But your folks! My dad! They'll..."

"...never know. Don't worry. I'm covered. My folks think I'm sleeping over at Todd's, so I'm cool. He's covering for me. And we'll just be quiet. Unless you think you need to squeal like a little bitch while I'm having my way with you," Gan grinned.

"You...you what? You want to make out?"

"Of course, sexy." Gan's paw found Roan's crotch, and it took very little coaching to get a response out of the wuff. "Seems part of you agrees, at least," the young stallion snickered.

Roan murred and licked at the Stallion's muzzle. "Who's Todd?"

"The collie," Gan answered.

"Oh. He knows you're here?"

"No. But he knows I'm sleeping over with another guy. We've covered for each other before. Don't worry. As for your dad, we'll be quiet, and I've locked the door!"

Roan's mind had caught up with him, put all the sudden events in order, and he lay back, heart now beating at its regular pace. An inner peace filled him, and he reached up to caress the stallion's cheek.

"I'm so glad you're here, Gan."

"Me too, Roan."

The danger of the situation excited the wolf. His cock was hard, and the stallion, by the feel of the wolf's paws, was naked and erect! He grinned and pinned the stallion beneath him, grinding his hips against Gan's.

"Well," Roan smiled, "since you went to all this trouble, let's not waste the moment!"

Muzzles met, lips parted, paws fondled and caressed, a pair of white briefs was tossed out the side of the bed and two writhing naked bodies were witnessed by a shaft of moonlight peering down from high above.

_...to be continued!

Ah so sorry, but don't worry, the next issue will surely start off with a bang! Or maybe a lot of grunts, moans and...well, you get the idea.

Our wolf has finally been ridden, and, it seems, might well be ridden yet again!

The next issue is in the works, and promises to be an engrossing one. Will the identity of the emerald eyed fur be made known? And what results will that phone call bring?

I trust you enjoyed this episode in the lives of our furry heroes. As usual, comments and Season 10 of Stargate greatly appreciated!_