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The high school was filled with a flood of students that pushed their way through the hall with a cheerful disregard for anyone except their destination. The loud male voices were raised up to a higher pitch in the younger classes while the older classmen had a deeper tone that carried. It was the sort of hustle and bustle that any school boasted at the end of the school day. Lockers were opened and closed with loud slams as they yelled out plans for the weekend and called out good byes. The teachers were noticeably absent as they avoided the crush of bodies and chaos. Most of the students were simply slamming things into their lockers and running, but a trio had paused by their lockers and pulled away from the loudness.

Richter towered over his brother's by a full two feet. His body held the muscles of an active foot ball player, though he had yet to reach the mass that his sire Roan boasted. His dark face was bisected with a deep crimson blaze that ran from his nose all the way up to his handsome forehead. Most of their classmates avoided them just because he had placed his larger bulk between the moving people and his two brothers. Though many people would have been surprised that he named the other two boys his brothers. The only thing that was alike in all of their cases was the red fur that showed on their body. Each one was similarly marked with the same deep vibrant crimson from their mutual sire, Skarlath. Though his own markings were more bold against the deep obsidian of his brushed fur.

"I just think you should come home with us." Grant tilted his head up towards Richter. The rich white gold coloring made him look even more like his father, Artemis. "You don't have to go to practice since it's only for the juniors and I can help you with midterms."

"I told you, I want to use the weight room for a while. I don't need THAT much help, you know." Richter stifled the urge to sound annoyed. "You and Kierlan can work on studying together. He really needs more work on his social studies class if he wants to pass."

"Because you need to lift weights so much." Grant gave him a long look as his red streaked mane spilled in front of his sapphire eyes. "I'm serious, you need to apply yourself a bit more."

"Listen, just help Kierlan. I can study on my own, you know. And you know Siber is going to want you to work with him as well." The big colt lifted up his arms slightly. "I'll work on it later." He gave his head a shake before shouldering his heavy weights bag and moved to slip out into the moving crowd.

"Hey! RICH!" He didn't pause as he heard Kierlan's voice finally speak up.

He spared a glance back at his tawny brother before he continued on with the crowd towards the gym. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy spending time with his brothers or that he hated studying. He was actually pretty good at school. He had to be, after all, if he wanted to stay on the football team. Most people seemed to look at him and assume that he was just a big dumb jock, but his Father had told him from the start to use that to his advantage. So he'd studied from a young age and worked hard to make sure that he'd be able to go through school with his head held high. That didn't stop Grant from sticking his nose into things though and trying to make him apply himself more. His brother was always telling him that he needed to get his grades into a solid 4.0 if he wanted to be able to get into a good college. That's just it! I don't know what I want to go to college for! He flattened his ears as he pushed his way between a few of the under classmen and went towards the stairs that led down to the gym. He was a junior and still had another year of high school to think about it, but it was hard when both of his brothers knew exactly what they wanted to do once they were out of school.

Grant had followed in Artemis' foot prints perfectly. He was a genius for law and had been eager to become a prosecutor for the city. He knew that Artemis was hoping his son went into something higher placed, but Grant seemed to have his dream neatly put into a box. He was smart enough that he'd be able to do it too. Richter had no doubt that in another ten years Grant would be settled down and doing amazingly well for himself. And then there was Kierlan. Kierlan sometimes was pushed to the backdrop given how loud Richter and Grant were. The tawny lion had a soft full coat like their father Skar, but spent a lot of time being quiet. It wasn't because he was shy, but because he liked to come up with interesting ideas. The lion had such a talent for art and painting, as well as photography, that the colt had no doubt that he'd get a job. He'd probably get into advertising. He'd spoken about it before and was already making plans to look at colleges that offered graphic design classes. And that left Richter. The young stallion pushed into the empty locker room and changed into his weight lifting clothes. He didn't know what he wanted to do after high school. His father had taken him aside and told him that he'd make a fantastic coach on a professional level.

Roan had been animated when he talked about his chances at signing on with one of the football teams and working his way up to the position of coach. Richter didn't exactly want that though. Well, he did, but he'd also found himself drawn to the idea of sports medicine. One of his friends on the team had been hit hard by the offense last year and had managed a complete recovery with some surgery. It was fascinating that a doctor had managed to save his entire career. And to be honest, he'd always been fascinated by medicine. Their family doctor was such an affable old bull and had helped them so much. Richter gave his head a shake back and forth roughly as he pulled his mane back into a tail. The worn grey shirt stretched tight over his broad chest. He tugged it down, but the cut bottom only reached just above his belly button. His red furred forearms flexed a little bit as he made sure he had his gym shorts pulled up around his hips and headed out of the locker room. His thick red streaked tail swished against his hips while he pushed away the thoughts that gnawed at his mind. He didn't know what he was going to do when he graduated. He had another year to come up with the answer, but what if he couldn't find it? What if he ended up just drifting from idea to idea until it was too late? At least working out on the weights would put the worries from his mind.

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Grant threw his book down with a muffled growl of annoyance. How many times had he read through it? He glanced over at the clock on the wall and sighed. It wasn't even five yet. There was no way Richter would be back until well after eight. He'd probably spend most of the afternoon lifting weights and then would go get something to eat, or even go help the junior team work out on the football field. He should have been here studying so they could finally figure out what he wanted to concentrate on for college. At least their fathers were gone for the weekend or he was sure they'd be asking why Richter wasn't with them. Kierlan had gotten his studying done early which left him with Siber.

"Stop throwing that, Grant." The white and black husky leaned over to pluck up the offending text. "It's not going to sink in that way you know."

The lion grinned over at Siber ruefully before he leaned over to take the book back. The husky gave him a lolling tongued grin and winked before turning back to his history book. That let Grant push away his frustration with Richter and simply enjoy the sight of the large muscular form stretched out at his paws. Siber was one of the half backs on the football team and had been Richter's friend since the first day of high school. The lion still felt a thrill that he'd managed to have him for a boyfriend as well. The thick ebony and white fur that covered the eight foot tall frame accentuated the powerful legs and arms. They weren't as muscular as his brother's, but they still made him look delicious.

"Why don't you tell Richter to come study with us." Grant moved a paw out to push against the husky's side. Siber responded by rolling over with an exaggerated grunt. The full length of the body stretched as his boyfriend deliberately showed off the hardened abdominal muscles and broad chest.

"Because he'd get annoyed and sack me in practice. Your brother isn't a light weight you know!"

"Mmph, chicken." Grant wrinkled his muzzle up teasingly. "You're just scared."

"Of your brother? Hell yeah! You ever see how he glares at me when we cuddle up?" The big husky twitched his ears back and caught the lion's calf with one large paw. "One of these days he's going to beat the tar out of me for touching you."

"He is NOT that bad." Grant tried to pull his leg free only to feel the fingers digging in a bit harder. "Hey let go!"

Siber let out a playful growl and pulled again until Grant was pulled over the smooth hardwood floor. One muscular arm snaked around his waist and the slender muzzle rubbed right up against his chest. The loose shirt he'd worn to work was pulled up until he felt the sharp teeth daintily nibbling against the curve of his belly. He stifled a slight shiver that trailed along the length of his spine and his tail lashed back and forth. He moved a hand down to give the triangle shaped ears a light tug just as the broad red tongue moved out to trail along his stomach towards his upper chest.

"Oh yes he is." The pale ice blue eyes rolled up to watch Grant as the teeth nibbled playfully. "I think he doesn't like me being with you."

The lion moved a paw to rub against the back of his boyfriend's neck as he felt his ears flush a touch. The gentle touches were starting to distract him. "He likes you a lot! You guys have been friends longer than we've been together."

"Yeah? Well you watch him the next time we all hang out, I bet you'll see exactly how annoyed he is." Sibre lowered his muzzle and pushed the edge of his shirt so it slipped up enough that the warmth of the tongue teased against one nipple.

"G-good thing he's not here than.." Grant felt his throat vibrate with the edge of a purr as he moved his paw down to pull against the husky's jersey.

"Mmhmm..." The muscular young husky pushed up onto his hands and knees and pushed grant back as the tongue curled around the nipple. "Let's make the most of that than..."

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Roan felt his muscles tremble in protest as he slowly let the weight drop down into its holder. He was careful to exert complete control over the motion so that it barely made a clicking noise when he lowered it. He'd been taught that lifting weights wasn't just about how much you could heave up in the air, but about control. That was just as important. He never did the grunts and loud metallic clangs others did when they were lifting weights. They were always trying to show off how much they could lift and half the times ended up with strains by the end of it. He never pulled muscles and he very rarely had a strain. That's why he preferred to work out by himself. The young stallion sat up and flexed slightly to see if he could feel the muscles stiffening at all and let out a pleased sound. His grey shirt was damp with sweat and his mane had halfway pulled out of the tail he'd tied it in. He pushed the edges back irritably as he stood up and stretched out carefully. This was a better use of his time than hanging out with his brothers' and Siber. Even if he did get any studying done, it would have been annoying watching Siber and Grant giving each other annoyingly sweet looks over their books. It was enough to give him diabetes! Why couldn't they just behave normally like they used to!

Richter picked up a clean towel from the locker room and went towards the showers. He peeled his damp shirt off as he did so and threw it at the hamper with a bit of annoyance. He and Siber had been friends for ages, but ever since Grant had asked him out things had gotten odd. Siber was over their house all the time, but not to hang out with him, instead he was with Grant. And Grant was just as eager to be with Siber. They didn't just hang out together, they were always groping each other and making out. Half the time the colt was at home he couldn't walk into the living room without announcing himself. And the one time he hadn't let them know he was coming into the downstairs rec room... A flush suffused his features as he recalled what he'd walked into. He was just glad it had been him and not their Father, Skar. Father had spent a fortune on that couch, but at least it was leather. He'd stared at them for a moment and hadn't been able to move. Grant and Siber had been so into each other and the moment, that they hadn't realized he was there. He'd been treated to a view of Siber's curled white tail and the flash of his shaft flashing in and out of his brother. The stallion had just stood there for a moment, but in the end had bolted back upstairs.

He'd never told them that he'd seen them, but the memory certainly hadn't gone away. Why couldn't he find someone nice? It wasn't that he was bad looking or unpopular, but no one ever attracted him. He'd had a few flings, but those had been mostly one time things. It was like Grant and Siber were rubbing his nose in it. He blew out a sigh as he turned on the water so that it hit him full force in the chest. He forced away the last thought as being unfair and ducked his head beneath the water. He just hadn't found the right person, but one day he would. And it would be everything he wanted. The cool water trickled down his chest as his hand slipped down to smooth along his stomach and a touch lower. His eyes flicked towards the door to be sure he was alone as his fingers trailed against his sheath. At least he could relax before he had to go home to face them.

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Grant tensed up slightly as he curled his legs right over Siber's hips. The large husky leaned over him to catch his muzzle in a slow deep kiss as his paw guided his erect shaft upwards. He let his tongue flicked out to touch the smoother one while his hands wrapped around to massage against his boyfriend's shoulders. His breath came out with a bit of a shiver as he felt the smooth tapered cock slip up to press right against his snug anal ring. He tensed up and squirmed for a moment as the husky started to push down against him. His cry was muffled against the slender muzzle as he felt his body spreading open around the smooth shaft. Siber tensed up and gave a short buck forward that pushed the tip deep inside of his body. The viscous precum spilled out from the tip and spilled out in a rush to slicken his body. His walls clenched down eagerly as he arched his hips upwards. Already he could feel his own shaft resting hard against his pale lower stomach and the paw that wrapped just around the base. He shifted his legs just a touch as another inch pushed into him and tugged along his inner walls so that he could feel another shiver of pleasure run down his spine. No matter how many times they did this, he was never prepared for just how thick his lover was. When they were more eager and feeling less patient he was the one on top, he didn't have to be as careful.

The husky had to work his hips in slow movements to stretch the inner walls as his tapered point rapidly spread open in thickness. The muzzle pulled away from his own with a groan and nuzzled down against his neck as the hips gave another firm push. The precum drooled out around the shaft as it burrowed in deeper and the hand on Grant's shaft started to playfully stroke up and down. The gentle fingers worked up to wrap right around his tip and gave it a light squeeze that made him arch up with a guttural cry. The buck up let Siber push forward again until the thicker portion of the base started to push right up against his opening.

The thoughts of Richter and his concerns were pushed away as he felt the slow stretch of his passage. The tight ring was spread open wider and wider as the base pushed harder and then the husky pulled his hips back again. The thickly furred belly teased against Grant's while the paw continued to tease him and keep him on edge. He could feel the potential of the muscles form as the dark hips surged forward again. His walls contracted down and molded around the crimson canine length while the breath spilled out from between his lips. His claws lightly gripped against the shoulders to keep him in place while he arched his hips up. The knot pushed up hard again as it tried to spread the ring open wider before pulling back again. The pale lion let himself go into the rush of excitement and pleasure that they created.

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Richter let the water stream down his face and over the spill of his forelock. It dripped down along his soft nose while he snorted it out and shivered. He didn't shiver from the warm water, but from the feel of his fingers rubbing along the heavy pouch of his sheath. He squeezed it gently and felt the thickened glans push free and drool over the edge as he became aroused. It wasn't unusual for him to feel frisky after working out, but at the moment he felt more than a little randy, he felt excited and needy. If he'd had one of his ex's around he probably would have tumbled them happily over just for old time's sake. At the momen, though, all he could do was tend to himself. His fingers cupped right under his thick blunt glans as it lowered further and further. He squeezed his eyes shut with a muffled moan while the water hit the back of his neck. His fingers squeezed and kneaded himself gently as the mottled girth lengthened. The medial ring pushed out of the sheath finally as he lashed his tail behind him. Droplets of water went flying through the air as he peeled back his lips and let out a harsh cry. He muffled it as soon as it escaped and looked behind him. It was too late for the junior team to be coming in, no one else should be around and even if they were it wasn't like he was the first to relieve his tensions in the shower.

He paused briefly in his strokes to gather some of the slippery soap in the palm of his hand. His thick fingers easily spread the suds over his tip and along his girth. The dark and pink patches of flesh started to swell and harden so that he could feel the veins just beneath the smooth slippery skin. He was well endowed enough that the swollen tip forced his girth to hang in an arch rather than slap hard and straight against his stomach. He worked the suds over every last inch of his cock before dropping down to his heavy orbs. He let his other hand take over his cock as he massaged around his tip and gave a gentle squeeze. His tail flagged slightly as he rolled his hips forward. It was all too easy to imagine some else's hands rubbing along him or a warm inviting mouth or, even better, feel the curve of hips pushing up against his own.

The large colt gritted his teeth as he let out a groan as he leaned his head back. His hips rocked forward as he pushed his heavy thick glans through his fingers and over the palm of his hand. The muscles that he had just worked out rippled as the sudsy water slid along the curve of his back and along his lower stomach. Every last inch of his shaft was erect as bubbling spills of precum oozed out of the tip to mingle with the water and soap. His dark orbs flexed slightly before a rope of the precum managed to hit against the wall before he pulled his hips backwards again. His entire body trembled with barely contained desire and he squeezed his eyes shut. His mind swirled with fantasies and images as he continued to pleasure himself.

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Grant pushed his short muzzle in close against the curve of Siber's shoulder. His teeth gripped against the fur lightly as he muffled his cries of pleasure. He had to stop them from getting too loud or Kierlan would hear them going at it. It was hard to keep reminding himself of that as the husky drove himself forward time and time again. The furred hips hit against his own as the thick base forced his passage open and then pulled out with lewd slick pops. The more slender muzzle was pushed up against his neck so that the soft whimpers and growls were as muffled as his lovers. It was all he could do to control himself while he felt the knot growing each time it sank inside of him. The paw that gripped his barbed shaft gave a squeeze and started to move in time with the black and white hips. His stomach and Siber's paw were covered with splatters of precum as he arched his back upwards. His ears flattened back against his mane while he felt the furred orbs hitting right up against his own. The constant impact rocking him against the covers as he started to feel himself tense up. His stomach clenched slightly as his balls pulled up tight between his legs.

The gentle strokes of the paw along his cock along with the strokes of the swelling knot as it sank in again before pulling back out tipped him over the edge. He trembled from nose to tail as he muffled what should have been a roar of pleasure and his balls contracted upwards. The very tip of his cock spilled out a sudden wash of thick cum that spilled out against his lover's fingers and his own upper chest. He let out a softer cry and his walls locked down around the canine shaft pushed deep inside of him. The knot strained his ring open again so that it thinned down in an attempt to hold something so large and so wide.

It finally popped in with a sudden wet noise before it tied. His muscles clamped down to hold it in place as he felt the first pulse deep inside of him. He trembled as suddenly the lupine tip spilled out a hot rush of seed deep in his bowels. The ropes flung deep as the knot kept him locked in place. Siber's soft cry of pleasure echoed in his ears as the husky pushed down against him and his hips came to a shuddering halt. The pair locked in their mutual pleasure and their worries forgotten. ~ ~ * ~ ~

Richter's mind was flooded with thoughts as he let out short muted equine squeals and snorts. His hands were both used to grip around his hardened mottled shaft as the soap was liberally mingled with the precum that continued to ooze out of his tip. It drooled down along the edges of his glans and clung to his fingertips as he closed his eyes and concentrated just on the touch of his own fingers. One of his hands continued to squeeze and massage around his tip while the rest stroked along the very base. His breath came out in short shallow noises as he felt his nerves afire with desire and he let his mind fantasize wherever it wanted to. He had no lack of erotic ideas at all. Nothing mattered to the young stallion but reaching his climax. He was young and eager and his mind started to throw him the idea of someone bent over in front of him.

The feel of a tail pushed against his stomach and the rippling of an oh so tight passage as he plunged in and out rapidly. His hips started to get in time with his fantasy as he flattened his ears back and felt his tip starting to flare open wider. He could imagine the other person crying out about how large he was as he hilted inside of them and the heat of their form under him. His mind threw the images at him as fast as they would come as his heavy leathery orbs started to draw up between his legs. His breath came out in ragged pants as he groaned and leaned forward slightly.

Richter could imagine how Grant would push back against him and how the walls would pulse at that moment of climax. They would milk around him and squeeze him demandingly. The dark stallion's tip flared open nearly doubling in size as his opening jutted out slightly. He drove forward with his mind locked on how Grant would cry out just as his tail flagged up behind him. He forgot caution as he cried out and the thick ropes erupted out of his tip. They splattered up against the wall in a thick rush as he trembled through the heady orgasm. His nostrils flared as the water hit against his chest and stomach and his hands remained holding his girth. The pearly seed coated against the tiled wall heavily enough that he knew he'd have to work to clean it, but he didn't care.

He spent several moments breathing heavily as his head dropped down and he felt his cock starting to soften. The last of his seed drooled out of the massive tip while he leaned forward enough to press his forehead against the tile. His tail dropped back down and he felt the drowsy pleasure that normally accompanied time enjoying himself. Only this time the enjoyment was tinged with sudden shock and embarrassment at his own fantasies. In particular the last moment of reaching his peak and the extremely lewd and inappropriate vision of his brother being the one bent over beneath him. His cheeks darkened suddenly with embarrassment and he moved his head back from the wall. The young stallion gave his head a short shake back and forth as he stepped forward beneath the water.

It was discomfiting to realize that he'd used his brother's image in such a way. But it wasn't his fault. He tilted the shower head to hit the wall to clear away the mess he'd made and pushed the uncomfortable thoughts away entirely. He'd just thought about it since he had been thinking about catching Grant and Siber being together in the rec room. That was all. It had been an honest mistake. Richter snorted to himself as he let the shower head clean the wall and felt his cock pulling back into his sheath. He stretched a little bit and tried to dismissed his worries entirely. After all, it had been an honest mistake. But they didn't want to leave him alone so easily.

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Kierlan lifted his head as he finally heard silence from the room beside his own and sighed out in relief. He stared at his work in progress and the brush strokes that had gotten increasingly sharper as he'd been forced to listen to Grant and Siber again. He knew they thought they were being quiet and sly, but he was well aware when they were up to something. It wasn't like they were exactly quiet even if they thought they were. They were just lucky their father's weren't home! The tawny lion ran his fingers through his red mane and flopped down on the edge of his bed as he enjoyed the silence and sighed. Things had been so much easier when they had been younger. Lately everything had been harder to understand. It seemed to have started when Strider started to date Grant, but it wasn't the husky's fault.

He rubbed his nose and laid back on his bed as he listened to the sound of voices in the next room. Richter was upset about something, Grant was upset at Richter and he was just tired of being in the middle of everything. It wasn't like he asked to be in the middle of these arguments anyway. He leaned his head back a bit further on the pillow as he moved an arm up to cover his eyes.

"Kie?" Richter's deep voice made him open one eye to see his brother standing in the door way. The big stallion was wearing his older jersey and a grass stained set of jeans. The dark green eyes looked a bit hesitant.

"What's up, Rich?" He pushed himself up with his brow furrowed. The stallion glanced to one side and than back towards him with a nervous look.

"I think I need to talk." The words came out slowly, almost as if they'd been forced out. Each one was slow and Kierlan raised a brow as he watched the large head duck down as if embarrassed. "Please?"

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