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August In October

Chapter Two

Warning: The following story contains sexual content and adult situations between two males. It also depicts instances of crossdressing, transsexualism, hermaphidilty and gender boundaries being breached. As reader you have no obligation to read said story and are strongly suggested to leave at any point if any content offends or violates personal morals or beliefs; or are in any country/ state/ province/ territory where such material is illegal. Names or likeness of persons living or dead are purely coincidental with the exception of the main character and there in some minor fabrication for theatricality has been made. ____________________________________________________________________

Inside the stadium air reeked of chlorine and sweat, a dangerous combination that floated high into the rafters above. My seat was easy enough to find thanks to the door-usher. He wasn't really as scary-looking as Balien made him out to be; just really, really muscular. It was far too much though, I never really cared for guys who could bench-press small cars. That and I already would be seeing a certain shirtless somebody in just a few minutes.

After five minutes of shifting here and there in my crampt chair I heard a loudspeaker whine on. Through squeaks and high pitch crackles I heard a general droning announcing who'd be swimming when. Thankfully my cute little kitty was one of the earlier competitors. I was so lost on this thought that I didn't notice someone sit next to me.

"Hey, you're Willace right?" That voice, could it be? Looking to my left I almost let out an audible yelp of disbelief. My mystery guest 'August' was my illegitimate bar crush, in the fur, right next to me, shirtless. "Yeah... I'm Willace, you must be.... umm, very cold." He gave my shirtless joke a chuckle and waved it off. "Not really, it's a sauna in here. Anyhow instead of 'shirtless guy' you can call me August."

Great, just great. My first real date in months and he dangles this amazing looking hunk infront of me. "S...so when do you go?" I asked August, refering to when he'd be competing. Fairly enough he shot me a look not entirely understanding the question at first. "Oh, my heat is about mid-way when they announce semi-pro's chance to the water. Should be just after Bal's match." Small-talk, gotta' love it.

We chatted on and off for a little bit about this and that. Mostly just mindless chatter. But in time I found less of my focus was on the half-naked men splashing about below me and more of my attention on carrying on this conversation. When he began to talk about playstation I kicked into overdrive.

"I know! I totally love the AUG with red dot scope but nobody else I play with can tolerate it. I don't mean to brag but, hell I can lay people out with that gun." See this is why I normally keep my mouth shut, because I'm a dork. He didn't seem to mind though and we let the conversation turn where it might. Nearing Balien's chance to show me what he could do, we had went over every video game we'd ever played, what we loved for supper and just how irksome being a cashier was. We also touched on the fact that he was really really into paintball and airsoft. God, this was becoming dangerous. August was seeming more like my twin as the seconds past and I prayed this wasn't a crush starting.

"Hey there he is!" My colourless companion exclaimed joyfully pointing over the heads of an otter and his girl a row down. Sure enough, there was 'my kitty' in his shirtless glory. Heroically he strutted his frail self over to the starting mark. 'Oh shit,' It thought nearly forgetting how hot he was. Seeing him in less clothing wasn't helping me remain calm either.

Cocky son of a bitch I mused smiling watching him feed into the attention of the crowd. And just when I thought his show boating was over and done with Balien pulled out another card from up his sleeve. Sticking two fingers up he saluted me, very notably directed right at me, and then turned in place. So saying I blushed wouldn't do honor to the crimson flush that consumed my face. In one fell swoop he made me feel like a little schoolgirl on her first date. "Don't worry, you get use to that, maybe." August joked watching my date's competition step up next to him. The next words out of the white wolf's mouth rattled me to the bone.

"Oh man, that's Scott! I pray this doesn't get ugly." Why should this get ugly? Maybe I missed something. So I rewound the mental tape-recorder and press play back when me and Balien first met in the bar. Then it hit me like a speeding truck on the highway. Scott was his ex. The one that he said was a brainless sex-driven jerk. Yeah, this would get ugly, but not for Balien. I was gonna' give that little puke has-been a piece of my mind with my kitty in front view.

Fist clenched I went to stand up. "Whoa, easy there killer!" August hushed me back down shaking his head. "Two things you wanna' consider first. I suppose by the hate in your eyes you know who that is. Bal probably told you but I don't think he told you everything. His brain and his mouth run on separate frequencies. Now you should know that yeah, he blabbed at the lips about liking you all night to me. But it's just a first date and you really don't need to try that hard to impress him. Secondly things were complicated between them, very complicated... All that aside you're a grown man in a room full of witnesses. Act accordingly." Was this guy really telling me how to behave? Where did he get off!?! I wondered despite sitting back in my seat with a huff. Bastard, I thought but August had managed to pacify the irratance in me. Well at least for the moment. Maybe he wasn't so off-target with advice anyway.

Watching the two swimmers give a semi-disgusted look at one another made me burn. The white Lupus continued to fill me in on why I shouldn't go and smack the living hell out of that asshole. "Look Willace, Balien's trying to prove something here. He's more of a man than to hang onto the past. Sadly he's doing just the opposite but hell, I know he thinks he has to. My advice, after they're done, blow this place. Get some distance and just forget that Scott exists, okay?" Maybe that was the best choice I thought and I let my muscles finally relax.

How did August mange to defuse me like that, I begun to wonder watching the shirtless rivals plunge into the water. I tried to ignore that fact but it kept creeping back up to the front of my skull, like a worm eating at my brain. "Come on, come on, you got this Balien," I whispered, forcing myself to divert attention to him.

Gracefully he sprung for the water, long tail circling behind himself. Balien thrust off the far end of the pool fiercely a mere second before Scott did. I guessed that made a big difference though. August seemed to be all grins about this. Wait, who cared!?! "Goddam Willace focus on the one who invited you here!" I screamed in my head, glancing down to him. Just like a missile, at that moment Balien tore through the water, each stroke gaining him a distance from his rival. Even if he had this in the bag I still cheered his name loudly. "Come on you've got this one!" I exclaimed as it blended into further shouts for him from other fans.

Most of the building's occupants shared my enthusiasm and Balien spurred across the final distance like he was raised in water. When the buzzer blared my feline companion was left victorious. "Wow, that's what I call a show! It's really easy to see why you guys come here." My side-comment was nearly drowned out since the other fans had exploded with whoops and howls of approval. "Who could pass up such a rush? Hell especially seeing how he just flew through that pool like he owned the place." In agreement with my almost childish flattery of Balien the white wolf beside me nodded and continued to clap.

"True, very true. Being just half as skilled as your feline friend I can only speak for myself but it's a feeling like nothing else. Almost like a high and trust me, if you get one victory like how he gets them, you'll feel like you can put anyone to shame." What a pleasant thing to say but that pleasantry was quickly forgotten. With an measurably large smile on my face I became noticeably entrance on the water-logged athlete. In one surely perfected movement he hoisted himself out of the rippling pool and turned like a spinning top. Droplets of water were sent cascading to the floor while his dripping wet tail swayed behind in perfect rhythm to his elegant movement. Proud of his triumphant Balien stood tall on what had to be rather cold cement and faced the bleachers of where I sat. "Yeah, it's a great thing being here." It was loud enough to be heard but I said it mostly to myself, caught in a dreamy haze of his eyes looking straight into mine. "Come on, come here," he mouthed through a fiery smile.

Steadily I parted the sea of excited onlookers and giddily made my way for where Balien was waiting. I guessed it was his assigned area. Okay to be honest it was merely just a nicer chair than mine partway separated by a dividing wall. All the same it felt amazing to be seen with someone who was a big shot in what he loved. To be seen with his as a couple at all was a really great thing. Something that the bashful smirk on my face had surly given away.

No sooner did the Tabby sit back down did I burst from my zealous glee. "You... were amazing out there!" His smile did little to match my enthusiasm, but truthfully I think Balien might have been modest about it. Looking rather distraught for brief moment he draped a towel around two slumped shoulders. "Thanks there Wuffie. Guess you enjoyed the show I put on for you then, huh?" Until now I nearly let his pre-game antic slip my mind. I gave it a playful wave, a sheepish smile about my face. "To be honest you nearly changed my face to a perminate shade of blush. But yeah, I appreciated the shout-out. Are you always this amazing at your matches?" Near the point of boiling over with tingles I watched him dry off that creamy coloured chest and give a chuckle. "That was nothin' Wuffie, I've done better."

It was a little hard to believe he could be any more spectacular than just moments previous but I shrugged it off as 'athlete criticism.' Sounds of someone approaching ticked away on the concrete floor and in unison we turned. Just a few yards away a still soaked kangaroo plopped down into a similar chair. "So, ummm, that's Scott huh?" I asked in a low whispering hush. My tail and ears dropped low and sulked to defensive when Balien nodded in reply. "Yep, that's him." Causally he tilted his head, his tail just about as low as mine, and motioned for me to sit. Taking a vacant chair next to Balien I gave a small sniff at the air. This was slowly becoming a place I didn't want to be.

Not sure what to say next I let out a little yawn. Balien wasn't exactly being talkative and I took it as my cue to stray from the entire situation. Understandingly I passed the still wet swimmer another towel which went quickly wrapped around his sand-hued torso.

"Don't sweat it, Will." He chuckled after seeing me strumming my fingers at a lost for what to do next. Here we sat in silence as the rest of the world buzzed on. I gave another sniff and Balien flexed his muscles at me. How cute. "Got something on your mind there Wuffie?" Balien chuckled giving my eyes a full tour of those sleek arms' hidden strength. Now there was giving a guy a teasing look and there was just not playing fair. Folding my paws in my lap I inched back against the seat's support. "Just thinking about grabbing some supper with a well-toned cat,"

Now it was his turn to blush, but only for a second. Someone began there round in the pool behind us and Balien regained his composure hastily. "Is that an invitation then?" he asked already knowing he was in control of the situation again. Not that I minded but that brief moment was nice, proved that even this confident winner had a sense of actual modesty.

Fleeting as Balien's modesty was it perked up again when I offered my paw to help him from his chair. In the moment his paw meet mine all time slowed. Sadly neither of us saw disaster approaching. "Hey there pretty kitty, got a doggy nipping at your heels now, huh?" The voice was sturdy, almost sounded like a smoker but a little less harsh. Just how I'd expected Scott to sound. Two seconds from me wiping that smile off the Roo's smug face for such a comment, Balien casually released my paw and stepped between us.

"Well if you didn't take so long splashing in the pool you woulda' seen by now. But I should have guessed you'd be slow on your back, you always were before." Entirely dumbfounded, it was as if all the neurons in my brain suddenly ceased to work. Who knew Balien had such a barbed tongue? Scott, however, didn't seem to be so caught off guard. With a confident posture he gave half a turn. "Guess if I was that far behind it means I still like staring at your butt. Catch you two later!" He called off while staring to strut back over from where he came. Ever been outraged because of a complete player because they know they're a player?

"Wow, you dated that huh?" I laughed with a paw on my hip and shook my head in amusement. Taking the towel from his shoulders to his waist Balien chuckled along side me. "Yeah, for like a month. But shit Wuffie, we all do silly things when were lonely. Mine just happened to be a guy with no manners and a barely legitimate high-school degree. Chalk it up to him being in the same shower at one time." Again, I really took a liking to this tabby's way of breaking things down with a tweaking of humor in them. He tightened his cotton wrappings and then glanced back at me. "Anywho that's old news. You were saying something about supper?"

Helping him gather some belongings we talked politely about where he should go for our meal. I'd list a place or two and Balien would do the same, some lighter conversation about our choices sprinkled in. Midway through my feline companion forsook the standard white swimmer's towel around his chest for a taught muscle shirt. Very painfully not dinner-wear for a formal restaurant. So it came as a substantial relief when he asked for a button down shirt from the bag; the one I'd so graciously volunteered to hold. A bit of ruffling through his personals and I started to wonder if this place had lockers for it's frequenters. His 'to-go' bag was very limited and unless he wanted to wear swim-briefs out in public, he was short on bottom wear.

"Know what, I think I left it in the changing room with my slacks." Balien explained happily while goodbye to friends behind me. "Come on, you can wait in the lounge while I put on something a little dryer." Passing him back his knapsack, we walked away from the bleachers and towards and inset pair of double doors. On either side on the recess a faint humming came from behind wire mess walls and because of the over-hang it grew a little darker. It was an odd feel, to see such a reclusive sight as this in such a wide open stadium.

Our venture into this dark, dank, reclusive cave continued to spur uneasiness. Childish as it was, for once I wanted to hold Balien's paw for reassurance and not just to have a sense of intimacy. Still, I refrained. Not being sure just what his reaction to that would be, I kept my paws to myself, clinging tightly to my pocket's opening. "Sure is a little spooky down here huh?" He joked as we cleared a flight of widely spaced steps separated by short landings. "Yeah... Sure is," I nervously chuckled back. I only hoped he couldn't hear the faint twinge of worry in my voice as it echoed through the empty stair-well. Even if I was wearing my emotions on my sleeve, Balien didn't appear the least bit bothered by the unsettling atmosphere. Stoically he stood, a mere couple of inches infront of my shoulder, completely at home in this darkness.

For a moment I began to wonder why he was now motionless, his brave stature seeming a little less as time passed. "Hey Wuffie," He cocked his head a little off to the side, tail a little raised. I waited for what he might say at such a time in such a place. "We taking your car of mine?" A little incredulous of a question and my first response not exactly the strongest constructed sentence. "Don't got one, so I guess yours." Fewer things could have made me seem to be more inept with words. Though given his preset for grammar, or lack there of, I think it was just fine.

"Eco-friendly huh? Well that's cool." Balien said, blowing off the fact a three-year-old could have answered him with more dignity than I did. We began walking through another hallway towards a pair of double doors to our front and a smaller, wooden door to the left. On the floor I saw much more substantial light coming to our side and Balien pointed in that direction. "Our lounge is in there and," He paused for a moment to change where his finger directed. "This is the changing rooms. It's gonna' take me a couple minutes to wash this chlorine outta' my fur so go ahead and make yourself at home. When I'm all finished we'll pop on out. Oh don't worry about getting any weird looks, people bring there friends and family down here all the time. Ten to one you'll have somebody to shot the breeze with."

In acceptance of this happy thought we parted for our separate destinations and my eyes were greeted by a changing in brightness and a an empty room. Before I could protest or comment on its vacancy Balien had already dissappered through the double doors. My remaining options were limited. Relax in this place or ruin the day by following my date into the a place in which he intended to strip. My choice was clear, despite what a perverse mind such as mine would prefer.

Claiming refuge in a yellow easy-chair across the room, I plopped down. This seat had an un-obscured view to anyone entering or exiting the lounge and I took in my surroundings during the wait. For being what one could assume but a mere extension of the cellar, the lounge was a fair size. Billiard tables at either side-walls and a vending machine for sodas next to the door. Not a half bad place to be stuck in. Still that's what I was, stuck here until a certain cat came back to get me. Did I mind? No, not really. Actually it gave me a chance to envision our evening together.

Even if it had been a while, I still had the perfect nature for going on a dinner date. I'd stick to light conversation, only about thirty percent of it would be me doing the talking. A few jokes here and there to show I had a sense of humor and then an offering to pick up the bill. Afterwards he'd probably drive me back home and we'd say our good-nights. If all went well I'd get the 'We'll be in touch' speech and then call it a night. Nothing I couldn't handle, I told myself and then pick up a magazine to leaf through. I had this in the bag.

About the time I grew tired of the dull clothing magazine I was flipping through the door opened Balien stuck his head in. "Here there Willace, all set here. Did you want to do anything before we headed out?" Now this I was unprepared for. Any guy could analyze the question a million different ways and the response might be a game-changer. So I went with a subtle look at my phone and shook my head. "Hey the night's young, but I bet you're eager to get some food in you after that work-out"

It felt a little leading, maybe a bit risque' but Balien just smiled. "Great! I could eat a whole buffet. Chinese sound good to you?" Nodding I set the magazine back down and walked over to him, secretly comparing his outfit to mine. It was only a little bit more formal and I felt that his outfit made a good counterweight to mine.

We left in unison, being careful to remain one step behind him. Though Balien was dressed a little less teasingly than our previous encounters my eyes still drifted towards his pert rump. It wasn't entirely on purpose, simply where they fell naturally. All the same this astute tabby must have felt my gaze. As if coincidence he let his wavy tail swoop to the side, allowing me a more in-depth look at his rump. To throw off suspicion I struck up a little light conversation. Our little chat quickly died down after were return to the creepy looking. "Something on your mind there Wuffie?" Balien asked slowing to turn and face me, my face flushing instantly feeling that my peeping looks were found out. Still I had to cover.

Childishly my ears drooped and I scratched the back of my neck. "Nah," I lied as the sinking feeling my chest returned. "Just wigged out a little, this place is like a tomb. Just puts me a bit on edge. Helps that I have an attractive tour guide through it though..." the last line I muttered mostly under my breath. My athletic friend still pick it out of the background.

"Attractive, huh?" he chuckled and inched closer. It was the classic I'mma' pin you to the wall look grew on his face. His hot breath trickled down my face as I moved in motion with him, letting the frisky feline take us even closer to the wall. Heartbeats tickled in my chest as I waited for it. for his kiss. "feeling anymore at ease now?" He asked, a paw posed above my shoulder. I gasped, taking in his scent as it flowed over my muzzle like a spring breeze. My tail began to hurt as we leaned even further into the wall. Biting my lip Balien came even closer and I was absolutely positive that he was ready to plant one on my lips. "un-huh..." I murred and found that I couldn't help but to sniff his delicious scent one last time before I actually got to taste it.

No sooner had I done this did I freeze, my body tensing so painfully I winced "Ba... Balien... Why do you smell like... that???" I asked him, putting such uneasy emphasis on the last word. "And by 'that' you mean like a female?" he replied answering my question with one of his own. For a moment I desperately fought the notion to shove him out of my way and storm the hell out of there. At the time it seemed justified when I considered the fact my date reeked of some random female. Still his soft eyes and pouting face somehow kept me still as stone. "It's really not what you think!" He began to exclaim before I cut him off.

"Look, I've got no problem with people who play both sides of the field but I'll be damned if I end up just being a random hook-up with eye-candy who just screwed some chick before trying to get some from me too!" He finally stumbled back a few steps and I turned to leave in a huff. Hurriedly He reached out and snatched my paw in his. Assuming he was trying to coax me into staying I pivoted and glared at him angrily. "I'm not interested any more. I'm not interested in what you have to say anymore!"

Hesitantly he shook his head, tears swelling in his eyes. "I really hoped that you wouldn't have noticed so soon..." he sniveled, still clutching my paw. "Silly me to think I could hide that from a Wuff's nose. Still... I swear to you... I swear to you it's not what you think.Please let me explain...." My mouth formed an 'O' shaped as I started to protest again but I found it impossible after what he did next. With one fluid motion he brought my fingers between his legs and forced them below flie.

Reality shattered and I felt my ears burning with blush as my body began to sweat. Where I should have felt a hefty pair of furry orbs there wasn't anything but a soft crevice. There was no doubt that just above it I unmistakably nudged a sizely sheath, probably something Balien did on purpose. Yet still the fact I sort of groped his unit wasn't the issue. Speechless he nodded solemnly. "You... hav... s'why you smell...." I stuttered and he let his grasp loosen. Could this have been a dream, I found myself wondering. As my arms limply hung to my sides I brought my face level again, well almost eye-level. "That's right Wuffie, I'm not exactly playing with a full set here. You could say dating me IS playing both sides of the field; just at the same time."

Too confused to even form full sentences I scrunched my face involuntarily, becoming extremely quaky and quite possibly the closes to blacking out I had ever been. "...Erm, how?" I asked indignantly. Given the current situation my inquiry was most likely not the kindest thing in the world nor very sensitive but he seemed to forgive that aspect. "The medical term is a 'hermaphrodite' or 'intersex' but I just call it my own little secret. Look I'm sorry about all o' this but ya' know; sorta' a delicate topic... Any feed-back at all would be great here Wuff..."

What to say, what to say? Uncomfortably I dryly swallowed the lump in my throat. He was still really nice... "I dunno' what to say," I confessed at last. "You're a really sweet guy, I don't want to say goodbye. But to be frank I'm not even sure where to put my eyes right now." Stunningly my revelation was only dwarfed by the awkwardness that encased us. "How about you let them start to wonder if I might kiss you again. I like that look they made. Such a cute expression and you wear it well." Balien murrowled at me, his paw fumbling to clasp mine again. Our fingers oddly danced together like middle-school students. "Wait," I gasped as he no doubted started to regret our meeting. "For?" he asked understandingly taking back by my reluctance.

"I don't want you to kiss me because of..." I paused watching the dissatisfied look intensify on his face. "Lemme' finish." I told him, hoping he would grant me the same chance to explain myself that I gave him, albeit reluctantly at first. "I don't want you to kiss me because of you thinking it's what you havta' do; I want you to kiss me 'cuz' it's what will make you happy too."

Twenty seconds later I was tongue deep in feline throat passages and loving every second of it. Now this was a first for me though; to get a taste of a kittie's rough, sandpaperish muscle. The texture of it wasn't too enticing. Balien's skill at using it however, well that was hard to deny. But who in the right mind would have guessed such a strong, leading personality could have such 'effeminate' traits? Such things seemed to be a vague day-dream, a mere phantasm of the impossible. Still the way he was grinding into my leg proved otherwise. Pulling my face away from his I pressed a paw to his chest. "Looking for something extra there too?" he asked me joking, knowing that I had seem his shirtless chest.

"Well I know you don't 'erm, have breasts but..." I paused summing up my thoughts before continuing my inquiry. "What about your other 'additional' attributes?" Balien only smiled and nodded his head. Apparently my little Q and A didn't seem to bother him, at least not too greatly. "There's an opening but let's just say the grapes are missin' from the vine; know what I'm mean?" For the most part I did.

"Alright but umm, theoretically if we should, let's say... 'progress' in our relationship... well how would we go about that?" He lead me away from the wall up back for the main area, a look in his eyes that said 'you'll find out, but I'm not going to just tell you.' Still who could argue? This was the first date I had ever been on where I didn't feel like I needed to impress him. Despite its oddity, I kind of admired Balien's secret.

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Taken in by two beautiful brown eyes starring at mine I sigh. "Dinner's gonna' get cold," he reminded me and I felt the silly-looking grin on my face grow even larger. "Well, since you were so incistant on paying for the entire meal I'll make sure not to waste a single bite" I replied, braking from his gaze and lifted a fork-filled bite of Alfredo noodles into my mouth. At the last moment we had decided to forgo the option of Chinese for a quaint little dinner I somehow never before set paw in. All things considered I couldn't have been happier that we did. Since our arrival so few patrons populated it which made for the perfect atmosphere; seclusive yet so relaxed.

I took a few more bites and suddenly found my attention had once more strayed from food and to even more deliciously looking things, namely my dinner guest. Balien giggled again while a faint tint of blush set in. "Seriously, Wuffie; I can't be that good-looking that the best noodles in town can't monopolize at least some of your attention." Swallowing my mouthful I let out a playful scoff.

"Balien hun, the only reason you didn't notice me starring at you like this in the bar was because we were far too drunk. That... and I hadn't seen you shirtless then either." He seemed to find humor in my strange comment but I regretted drawing attention to lustful nature. Instantly my smirk vanished and my eyes grew the size of our plates. "I... I'm sorry, what I mean is..." During that moment I thought my heart might actually explode form embarrassment.

"Relax there Wuffie," Hushed the creamy-coloured tabby cat, drawing himself in and putting on a serious face. "Don't get worked up over it. I'm not gonna' think you're a floozy just 'cause you like a shirtless body. It's natural and besides, your a gentle-wolf through and through. You don't havta' act any differently around me just 'cause ya' know my 'bout my body, alright?" He nudged my hindpaw with his own and my heart slowly crept back out of my throat. "Anyways I was the one who kissed you first, right?" He was right, Balien was just as much of a man as I was, if not more.

Our bill came after some more light conversation and again he declined my offer to put towards it; waving the notion away with a mocha-tinted paw. The few customers remaining in the restaurant talked at a low buzz as we walked to the front, a pair for all to see. Two steps behind my feline lead I slipped an extra fiver to our server and silently mouthed a 'thank you' before an awkward return to Balien's side. As I matched his stride I pecked a kiss to his cheek.

"Guess we're even now," He laughed and opened the door. From what I could tell it went unnoticed and we left for his car. Never before had I met such a special friend as Balien, the bond that we formed felt as if it could last forever. Sadly forever isn't always as long as it seems...