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" Monday"

By: Silverback Christianpaw

It's one week before final exams at Tailside High School and I was very excited because my senior year was finally coming to an end. I was already more than ready for finals but I still had to wait a whole week to take them. I was ready for the year to end. I liked high school, somewhat, but I was looking forward to going to State.

But either way, I had a week to wait. I sat at my desk waiting for someone to come up to me so I could tutor them for their math finals. It seemed like a good idea to take on a little more time at school by being part of the Homework Help staff after school because I got extra credits. Not that I needed them or anything, I just knew that colleges liked students who took on full schedules with lots of credits.

However, not a single student was coming up to me for help. Well, since I figured nobody was going to come over I decided to pull out my laptop and work on a little story until somebody came.

"The musclefur competition was about to begin. The boss gave me all of the proper procedure so that all of these big mountains of flesh would be properly oiled for the show.

'Lotion boy!' I hear. A big fox walks heavy steps up to me with his mighty presence matched with a nice purple thong,

'Little wolf, I need to be lubed, and hurry. The competition is starting soon and I surely wouldn't want to be late.'

I smile and whisper, 'Thank you Jesus' before I say to the fox, 'Yes sir, right away.'

I get one of the bottles of oil off the shelf and get down on my knees in front of this giant. I squirt some oil into my paw and quickly rub it up and start applying it to his big thick quad; so big and meaty and full of power. The muscles in my paws squish around as I feel on the big strong muscles in his leg. I wrap my arms completely around his quad to start applying some oil to the hamstring area. As I move in closer a sweet aroma comes across my nose. I shift my eyes and realize I am within an inch-distance of his crotch. His thick meat just yearning to get out of its silky purple chamber. Just under his big pink cock are his balls. They are so big; they are the size of basketballs. They smell so musky.

'Lotion boy! Hey!' he bellows.

I look up, 'Yes sir?'

'You need to go faster, the competition is about to start!'

'Oh, I'm so sorry sir. Let me make it up to you.'

'How can you---ohhh, mmmm, guh . . .'

I rub on the big basketballs as I unstrap the purple thong and pull them down to see his big pink meat start to throb. I give it a teasing lick before I start to suck . . .'

"Excuse me? Excuse me." I heard somebody say. It took me a second to get out of my dreamland of big sexy guys and quickly travel back to reality. However, I didn't have to travel far. I looked up and suddenly realized who was in front of me,

"Hello, is this the math table?" he said.

My tail started wagging wildly and my tongue almost fell out of my muzzle with delight. It was him! It was really him! I was staring into the eyes of the biggest and sexiest tiger I had ever seen in my life! It was Leif Jacobpaw, the quarterback of the high school's football team! I wanted to scream, 'Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!'

"Um, excuse me? Is this the math table because I need some help," he asks me again. He didn't look too excited. I guess his grades weren't doing very good and he needed some much-needed study help. All I wanted to do was just pop up out of my seat and make love with this hunk of muscle right on the desk; However, I managed to stay very calm and collected.

"Um, y-yes. Y-yes, ummmm, yeah pull up a chair stud--I mean sir!"

He sat his backpack down and pulled up the chair. His muscles were practically popping out of the sleeves of his black and gold letterman jacket. It looked like he could break the chair into pieces.

"S-so w-w-what may I help y-you with, um, sir?" I couldn't believe I called him sir. I was so nervous, but he seemed to be more preoccupied with his studies.

"Yeah, I need help, I can't understand this theorem and it's on like a buttload of the test." He was rummaging through his notes to find where it was, his notebook was very sloppy and some of the notes he kept pulling out of his backpack were in crumpled pieces. I wondered how long he'd have to search through the backpack before he started sweating all over.

I don't think I was even listening to him; just too busy staring at him. His beautiful brown eyes, broad shoulders, and his long maroon-colored hair, oh he was so hot. I didn't want to just help him with his homework; I wanted a conversation so I could get to know more about him. Well, I wasn't going to wait long to take my opportunity,

"You're on the football team aren't you?" A dumb question to ask since he was wearing the letterman jacket.

"Yes, I'm the quarterback." He was still rummaging through his backpack, not even looking up at me.

"Yeah I thought I'd recognized you, I've watched you guys practice after school." What he didn't know was that I watched the football team practice damn near every chance I got.

He finally found his crumpled page of notes and got the chance to look up at me with his beautiful eyes, "Cool, yeah I'm supposed to be at practice right now but after I told Coach about my grades he said he'd cut me some slack and let me get my tutoring in."

That put me from love-sick little puppy mode and back into work mode. So I worked on his theorem. I don't even remember which one it was, all I remember was him and how much I wanted to be with him. I wanted to know more about him, be inside his house, inside his room, lying on his big bed and sniffing the scent he left on his pillows. But wait, what made me think that this guy would even be interested in me? He had to be straight. I hadn't seen any type of rainbow bracelet or jewelry on this guy. He didn't even talk with a lisp, (you know, all the dumb gay stereotypes) his voice was too low and burly, while my voice probably sounded like I was flaming to him. I had only been out of the closet for only about ten months; maybe my gaydar isn't fully developed yet (Girls develop breasts, we get gaydar).

I worked on keeping my mind focused long enough to give him the tutoring he needed and just forgetting about talking to him, that was until I noticed something peculiar when his cell phone started ringing,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, hang on," he pulled a myphone out of his pocket and it looked very unique since it was rainbow colored. I had seen myphones in many different colors: pink, green, blue, but never a rainbow one. But did that really classify he's gay? I needed to ask, but I didn't want to make it blatant, because if he was, he may have been keeping it a secret, something I was still doing to my family.

"Unique phone," I said as he was silencing it.

"Hehe yep, got to show my pride," he said with a little smile.

"Ahem, pride?" My tail was wagging.

"Gay pride," he said, and not only did he say it, he said it without any change in his voice. He didn't whisper it or write it down or anything. And he was so cool about it. It looked like he could have yelled it at the top of his lungs right there and then and he wouldn't have given a care. He didn't give a damn who heard him. He was so cool! And he was gay! That made him the sexiest person on the planet! A big sexy tiger who was the captain of the football team, it sounded so good, it was fairy tale! I was so excited I wanted to let him know right away. So I said, maybe a little too loudly,

"Oh, you're gay just like me, hehe sweet." My tail was wagging even more excitedly. I probably started blushing immediately. I took a quick look around and none of the students sitting at the tables around us with their noses in books seemed to notice what I said, they were probably too busy studying for their finals, or if they did hear me they just decided not to do anything about it.

I looked back at Leif and was relieved to see little smile on his muzzle. Oh what a beautiful smile, I'd love to dance for him or make him laugh, it would have been music to my ears.

"You don't mind if I eat something while we work do you?" he asked me.

"Sure, go right ahead."

"Thanks, I'm exhausted, Coach has got us practicing every fucking day for the big game this Friday. I haven't eaten a damn thing all day."

"Aww, well good thing it's the last game of the year."

"Yeah, Thank God."

My tail was wagging so much I had to wrap it around the back of my chair. Suddenly I realized I had been going crazy over this guy I almost forgot that I had to pick up Myne from the football field and give him a ride home after the help session.

I managed to stay in work mode for the rest of the session while I helped Leif with his theorem and while he ate his sandwich. It only took a few minutes to explain the theorem and thankfully only a few minutes, because if he'd have stayed there any longer I would have probably tried to leap into his arms and go for a kiss.

After I helped Leif with his theorem I quickly got out my phone to take a picture of his butt as he was walking away from me, but sadly it came out so blurry I couldn't make anything out of it. Then I texted Myne: "I B there soon."

Nobody else showed up after that, I don't think it would have mattered since I couldn't stop thinking about Leif. I asked the teacher in charge if I could leave early, then I packed up and headed down to the football field.

I sat up in the bleachers and sat my stuff down. There were some other students there as well, some of them probably friends of the players and some girls just getting eye-candy . . . just like me. The football players we're in the middle of running laps around the field.

I love football players but I'm very glad I am not one, I hate running, just hate it. I'd gladly take my little plump belly any day over having to do a lot of strenuous exercise.

"H.K! Hey, H.K.!"

It was Myne Fox. He walked across the field and joined me in the bleachers, course he could care less what the football players looked like naked and how good they were in bed.

"Thanks again for the rides you have been giving me, I really appreciate the gesture," he said.

"It's fine hun, anything for you. So how's the Coach assistant thing going?"

"Ugh, it kind of sucks, he's making the team practice every day this week until the final game, which means I need to be here everyday and I'm going to need more rides. Is that cool? I mean, is that okay? I don't want to inconvience you."

"Hehe, it's cool hun."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Being forced to watch a bunch of big mountains of sexiness running around and sweat day after day is such a chore for me, but I'm sure I'll manage."

He chuckles, "Thank you."

Suddenly I heard a different voice heading our way,

"Fox! I need to ask you a favor." It was the coach, Coach Devon. He was a big brown bear wearing a baseball cap and wearing a white T-Shirt and jeans.

"Y-Yes sir, what is it?" Myne asked nervously.

"My washing machine broke down last night and I need the players jerseys washed for tomorrow's practice. Do you have a washer and dryer at your house boy?"

I looked at the expression on Myne's face, he didn't want to spend the night washing a bunch of sweaty, smelly clothes but I know him, he's the kind of fox who couldn't say no. He has trouble just asking for a ride home.

"Um, y-yes sir I can wash them. No problem." He gives him a thumbs up.

"Good boy." He walked away without saying another word.

"Ugh," Myne puts hid head down in between his legs.

"Hey fags!" I hear someone say. It was three of the football players walking up to the bleachers. One of them was a tiger, definitely not the cute one I saw earlier, the second was a very big horse with a potbelly, and the third one was a very built white bunny.

"What do you want?" I asked them.

"Shut up queer!" The white bunny scowled, "Get off our field this is for football players only." Course he only said it to us, well me, and not the others who were sitting on the bleachers, who were now all looking embarrassingly at us.

Myne adjusted his glasses, "I'm the Coach's assistant; I am supposed to be here."

I tried to look as confident as possible, meanwhile eagles were flying in my stomach. I said, "Yeah, and I'm his ride."

The bunny scoffed, "I'm sure you are." They chuckled. I put on a fake smile, trying to psyche the guys out. If I looked like I knew what I was doing then they may leave us alone. I think I am unscathed, therefore I am.

The horse huffed and puffed looking at me, "You better hope I don't catch you in the locker room or on this field again." He goes to walk away with his friends. My confident smile must have worked since they are leaving. I didn't want to push my luck but the moment just wouldn't let me stop,

"You don't want a piece of this sweetheart?" I chuckle.

The horse immediately spun around, "Hey! Shut the fuck up faggot! I'll fuck you up!" I really got under his skin with that one.

"Do you promise?" My tail wagged happily. I wanted to keep going with the cool-wolf confidence but it was Coach that stopped all of us,

"Bainx! (referring to the horse) Cole! Gretsky! Move your tails, let's go!"

The tubby horse, named Bainx apparently, gave me a little snarl before he ran back to the locker room with his two buddies. Finally, I was able to take a breath.

"Guh! A-hahahahahahaha!"

Myne smiled a wide smile and gave me a high paw, "Oh my gosh, H.K, how did you do that?!"

"Hehe, I don't know, I just started going and couldn't stop. That was so cool!" I hid my face in my paws to block away the blushes and drown out the giggles, immediately destroying the coolness faster than I got it.

"Ugh, well practice is over, I better go round the laundry up."

"Okies, I'll be right here."

* * *

It wasn't much longer when I had to help Myne carry the big sack of sweaty football uniforms across the field and out to my car. The laundry stunk pretty badly; I still wanted to roll around in it though. After dropping him and the sack of laundry off at his house I drove back home to get ready to do some studying for my finals.

"Why are you late H.K?" My mother said sounding very annoyed.

"I was busy at Homework Help and then I drove Myne home."

"We're you doing drugs?"

"No, I was at Homework Help and then I gave Myne a ride home."

"Alright, just making sure."

Sigh. "Whatever."

I loved my mother but she drove me crazy because no matter how good I was and how much I stayed away from things I shouldn't be doing she didn't take my word for a moment. If I was going to a friend's house I had to leave their phone number. If she gave me her credit card to go do the grocery shopping she told me not to buy alcohol or porn with it. If that's the way she felt she should have just done the damn shopping herself. Most of the time I didn't even do anything and she still suspected that I was doing drugs or something illegal. And despite the fact that I was almost graduating high school, something she had never done, she still called me a lazy bum if I forgot to wash the dishes one night or my room wasn't 100% to her liking. I needed to get out of that house, but of course, I didn't have the money to live by myself at the time, so I put up with it.

"So how was your day honey?" she asked.

"Fine," I grumbled a little.

She took a sip of her wine and a puff of her cigarette, "Did you learn anything?"

"Nothing more than normal."

"What's 'more than normal'? What did you learn today? Teach me."

"No," I grumbled again.

"Why?"

"I'm going to my room."

She held out a paw, "No! Stay out here and talk to me. I've been so lonely."

"Mom, I have to study for my finals."

She looked down, "Oh, alright."

I sped to my room and closed the door and turned on my computer. It's no wonder why I hadn't told her that I was gay. She said the only reason she was still alive after the divorce was so she could get the chance to be a grandmother. And since I didn't have any siblings then she was going to have to wait until I started liking females . . . which I wasn't planning on any time soon. She bitched at me all the time. Saying stuff like, 'You're eighteen years old, when are you going to bring a girl over?' I would tell her that the girls just didn't like me and that I was focusing on school. She would ask question after question until finally she said at the end of every conversation, 'Should I just stay out of it?' And that wasn't too bad . . . but then the alcohol would kick in and she became very mean.

I didn't trust her. I loved her, but I didn't trust her. If I told her anything personal, like I was gay, she was just going to turn it around and use it against me or just go ahead and throw me out of the house, and I couldn't handle that.

I had been gay for only eight months at the time. When I came out of the closet it felt like relief, it was making perfect sense about why I liked the football players more than I did the cheerleaders during games and school assemblies. I worried about telling Myne about it since he was my only friend and I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around me, but he was very supportive of it. We have been inseparable ever since, I knew he was a true friend. After a few months I was curious about having a loving relationship with another guy. I remember I was invited to dinner by someone who was in the Writer's Book Club with me. He was a short, heavy-set coyote with an even shorter mohawk, which looked good on him. We had been partners on a bunch of assignments and he seemed really cool . . and cute. After spending a wonderful dinner with him and his parents we were playing video games up in his room when I asked him if I could kiss him. Needless to say, he never spoke to me again. I had never been with a guy, ever. I was a virgin in every sense of the word. I was, or at least felt like I was, ready for a relationship and had been working on it, but the opportunity just never presented itself.

I turned on my music and started clicking away at the songs I liked. It only took about two minutes before I heard,

Knock-knock-knock.

"Grr, what is it mom?"

She opened the door, "Can you drive down to the store and get me a pack of smokes?"

"Guh, I just got home. Can you just give me some relaxation time?"

"But I'm out."

"You're off work today, why didn't you go just get a pack of cigarettes yourself?"

"Well I would have . . . but I kind of had a few drinks in me."

That was how it was all the time before the wine kicked in. Normally when that would start happening I would just try to stay in my room so I didn't get yelled at for whatever reason.

I didn't have internet because my mom thought it was "devil shit." Dad used to talk to other women online before he divorced my mom, so she refused to have it in the house.

I opened my backpack but thought twice about opening up a textbook and just watched old police videos on TV. It was Monday and finals didn't even start until next Monday so I didn't hit the books too hard. I just lied in bed watching TV. Sooner or later I looked out my window and saw the sun was down.

I'd just get something to eat after my mom went to sleep, but that day I just wanted to think about Leif Jacobpaw. His strong muscular physique, his low burly voice, and he was gay! Who would have thought that?! I'm sure the football team didn't know and I thought it was a good idea to keep it a secret to avoid rumors. But he didn't act like it was a secret. He can't tell a football buddy but he can tell a little black wolf who he had just met? Maybe it wasn't a secret. Or maybe it was the first time somebody has brought it up and he just told everyone truthfully. Oh wow, that's so sexy. Somebody who wasn't ashamed of who he was and he was super hot. I would have loved to just lick under his chin as I took a big whiff of his beautiful long hair. Then I would move my paws down to his nipples as I rubbed my belly across his sack, his naked sack . . .

It didn't take long to keep thinking like that until I started fapping away and within a few minutes I had my undies off, a big stain on my sheets, and I was fast asleep.

I look up at the lamp that is shining only so brightly it gives me just enough to bring light to the room without keeping me up. The blue and white striped pillow feels so good on my head. I turn over to my side and see an orange tiger tail with black stripes lying across a pillow followed by a beautiful beefy tiger-butt. I look up and it's Leif sitting in bed next to me, reading a book in the lamplight.

"Hehehe," I giggle.

He looks at me, "Oh hi love, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He gently pets my head.

"No your fine love, I'm happy to see you." My tail thumps on the bed as it wags.

He closes his book and sinks down into the covers, "Hehe cute," he kisses me, a sweet and gentle kiss as the light shines in the corner of my eye. It's simply prefect. He takes his sweet muzzle away and pulls himself closer to me. I stick my nose into the warm fur on his chest to take in the scent.

"Are you tired?" he asks me with a smile.

"Yeah a little, it's been a hard day with finals and my mom driving me crazy."

"Mhmm," he strokes my arm.

"And what those football players said to me today made me sad."

"My teammates? What did they say?"

"Ugh, it's not important."

He kisses my nose," What did they say hun?"

"Well, they called me a fag and then just said I better not be seen around in the locker room. One of them tried to get in my face but your Coach stopped him before he could do anything."

He growls a little, "Well, you know what hun, don't worry because I'll take care of that so they won't say anything mean to you ever again. Nobody says anything bad about my beautiful black wolfy."

I giggle and look at his pulsating bicep as his arm holds me. I reach over and start rubbing on it,

"I bet you could take them on all at once stud."

"Well for you I would, because I love you with all my heart hehe."

He looks into my eyes again as I start to feel both his legs wrapping their way around mine until they have mine pinned to the bed. He rubs my ear gently and kisses me again. I feel his big, wet tongue wrestle around with mine.

I reach down under the warm covers and start rubbing on his cock, which is starting to pulsate.

"Mmmmmurrrr," he moans.

"Hmm?" I smile.

He lets go of the kiss and starts purring and stretching a happy stretch.

"Do you like that?"

He gives me a cute smile and nods, "Mhmm."

Soon I start to feel his cock throb even more in my paw. I give it a gentle squeeze and tug. He continues purring and throws the covers off the bed, revealing our legs tied around each other and his growing pink cock.

His big paw reaches over and starts rubbing on my balls, a lot more slowly that I had been rubbing. His paw feels so warm around me. My cock already starts to grow but it's nothing compared to how big his is. His continues growing after mine has stopped. It's so big, easily bigger and stronger than mine.

Soon his other paw reaches under me and he sticks one of his fingers in my tailhole and slowly swirls it around.

I murr, "Hehe, do you want to play?"

He nibbles my ears and says, "Mhmm, I want to play with my beautiful boyfriend and make him happy."

"Hehe making you happy makes me happy love." I turn over and lie on my belly and raise my tail in the air."

He leans over me and kisses the back of my neck, "Hehe good boy."

Soon I hear a click and the lamp turns off. It's romantically dark.

My tongue sticks out happily, "Hehe yep, rape me good love . . . Love? . . . Love? . . . Are you here?"

My eyes opened up in the dark room. For a second I thought that I freaked Leif out by saying that I wanted him to rape me and I accidently made him mad or something. But then I realized that it was nothing more than a dream, a dream I didn't even get to finish.

I looked at the television, some kind of infomercial for a new mop. That's probably what woke me up. I thought about going to the company that's selling this mop and beat the shit out of them.

I grabbed the remote off the night stand and turned it off. I looked over at my alarm clock and it says 11:57 p.m. I couldn't keep my frustration in any longer,

"Aww, fuck! It was only a dream! Gahhh!"

I turned away from the clock and tried to sink my head down into the pillow. I didn't feel like going to sleep again after that, I knew the dream wasn't going to just continue where we left off if I went back to sleep. I just wanted the next day to start already, but this one didn't even finish yet.

I tried to look at the white space on my wall and wait until I went back to sleep but it didn't work. I didn't want to leave my dream. I would have slept for three days straight as long as I got to finish the dream. And now it's gone and probably never coming back . . .

"No! I can't let it go." Although nobody was around to hear me I knew if I kept talking to myself I'd probably wake my mom up, if my little outburst didn't already. But this is what I wanted; I wanted to be with him. He didn't leave my mind since I first laid eyes on him earlier that day. It had to be a sign; I thought maybe something was telling me that he was the one for me. And I wanted him, not just for his sexiness, but for something more. I couldn't tell what it was but I just couldn't stop thinking about him, and I didn't want that to stop.

But it was the last week of school. He'd be going to who-knows-where after the final football game on Friday, and I doubted I'd see him around during finals. He was probably going to a college after he graduated. I needed to find out. I wouldn't haven been able to sleep or even live with myself if I didn't find out. I had to at least try. I'll just kill myself if I don't even try to go after him. He had to have something for me too. I mean, why would he have told me he was gay, and so openly too, maybe he liked me too. I had to find out and I only had four days left to do it.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .