Pick me up by FalconMage

Pick me up

FalconMage, Angst, Bear, Blowjob, Cheetah, Cum, Fingering, First Time, Fucking, Gloryhole, Kissing, Long, Love, M/M, Masturbation, Muscle, Plot Development, Snow Leopard, Virgin, Wolf, bar, deepthroating

A story describing how a snow leopard worked through life and falling in love a man that he felt was far too worthy for him.

Got another story up but this is rather long project. I've been meaning to write an extremely long plot and character and this is what I've come up with. It's not the best of what I've written but it's a start. This story is approximately 16k words in one go. Unfortunately, the sex (yiff yiff) isn't that detailed. And I'd like to say that everything in this story reflects most of my feelings and somewhat, sad.

Pick me up

"And there goes the next handsome fellow." The snow leopard sighed and took a gulp full of his beer. Glass clacked on the bar and he looked over to the lucky guy. Handsome looking chap, average build, not much to say but pretty much an average looking male. What made the spotted feline sigh was how lucky he was to grab hold of a horse stud. His white mane brushed against his brown studded torso and with that sexy smile of his, the fox was picked up easier than he ever was.

"Still looking?" The brown grizzly bartender coughed and poured another glass, hearing the fizz and sizzle of the liquor before being drained into the snow leopard's system, lips smacked at the foul taste. "Take it easy on the bar. Wouldn't want a drunken leopard down here."

"Pfft! I will drink as much as I wanted to!" Fist slammed on the table. "I will not be tamed!"

"Whoa there, Mr.Untamed. You're scaring the other patrons."

True enough, one or two wolves gave a wry look and left without thinking twice.

"Chris, you've been here for two weeks straight. Why don't you take a rest? You're not going to get any action or relationship at this place. Ever heard of online dating?"

"Bah! Humbug... such foolish dating tech couldn't do with the real thing." Chris downed another cup and moaned at his fate. The grizzly bear was right. He has been down here in the tavern for two straight weeks and had gotten nowhere with where he was now. No one was interested with him. He knew for a fact that he wasn't sexy and cute enough to make the cut but would it really hurt to actually know someone from this place?

The spotted feline could count the number of foxes and wolves or bulls - if they were interested - that was taken up on the offer and probably had a fantastic night. Every now and then, he saw a few new faces but within that time period, they were already dating with the guy that they met at this particular place. It's uncommon to fall in love on the first fuck night but it happens. At the 'Tavern of hearts', anything could happen.

Chris was no stranger to it either. He had one or two encounters with males of his kind but none of them were truly looking for a relationship. Come to think of it, most of them just wanted a male to fuck. That's pretty much it but coming down here, he was hoping for a different turn. However, the tides never were rooting for his side. Not a single man came up to strike a conversation besides the grizzly bartender. Luke was his name but that's all he knew. On most nights, the snow leopard poured his heart and soul into his conversation and he was the only one available.

"Dating sites may be foolish but it works for some," Luke had finished pouring off the last cup for the night and started cleaning up. "This may come off as rude but you're not sexy and interesting enough to be picked up by a stud. I've seen various hunks out there, picking over a guy that were smaller but that's pretty much it."

Chris groaned and buried his head under his arms, quietly acknowledging the truth that was thrown at him. Oh who was he to kid. The snow leopard knew his limits and this is where he stood. All those guys that got lucky were either ripped, handsome or just plain seductive, unless they were a size queen that could take a big fat horse cock, that's another feature. For the feline, he was none of those either. With a slightly average height, he had less muscle than he should and some fats showing around his mid-section. Not entirely overweight but he could lose a few pounds of it. Despite working out at the gym three days in a week, it wasn't helping much but at least it was stopped him from gaining any extra weight that could pull his physique down.

Besides that, the poor lad wasn't an interesting man either. Working round the clock from nine to six, there was little to nothing to his social life. The only thing he could boast about was his higher education of obtaining a professional certificate but that doesn't give any credit towards getting a boyfriend. Perhaps he was looking at the wrong place... or just waiting for a fuck... or just wanting to get laid by a stud. He wasn't sure. What he knew was the way his luck turned out to be and at the age of 24, he wasn't growing any younger.

"You're still young at age, what's the hurry to get laid for?" Luke wiped the remaining glasses that were thoroughly washed.

"At what age did you get laid, huh?"

"Eh, I'm different. I came from a broken family and this was the only way to gain extra cash," the grizzly sighed and sat in front of the snow leopard, "Look, kid, I'm 40. I got my first laid at the age of 16, during high school. I had no lunch money, wore clothing that could last me a week on just one pair and just plain horrible. There was no other way to make ends meet but take up this kind of job. It's not the best around but it keeps me alive, it's survival of the fittest."

Chris kept quiet and silently played with his half empty glass of beer.

"You, on the other hand, had a better life than mine. You've got a professional job and a steady one in fact, a fixed income. By the time you're at my age, your pension could live you off for at least 30 years. Me? I had to work day and night to get a single plate of food for a day. Don't compare."

The snow leopard covered his face and groaned inwardly. He hated to admit it but the wise old bear had a point. But for the love of god... why could those feminine guys get all of them studs while the average ones gets nothing but sloppy seconds?

"Because they are only in it for one night stand and get left behind like a piece of trash," Luke finished cleaning up and sat on his favourite bench, "Do you want to be used like that? Or to hold on to a single guy or gal that would be yours forever?"

This wasn't a trick question and any idiot could answer to that. Who wouldn't want to be loved forever more and never be left alone till the end of life? This was and would be the goal of most mortals that resides in this hellish world. To be loved and taken care of unconditionally but to get that kind of respect and person would be rather difficult for the snow pelted feline. To search for that kind of guy would be far harder than a needle in a hay stack. In fact, a needle would be easier to find in any kind of hay.

He turned and saw several other patrons leaving as they knew the closing hours of the bar. On cue, another sly wolf winked towards a muscle bounded lion and they were off for another round of fun and pleasure. In the end, the only patron left was Chris.

"Closing up time. It's pretty late and three in the morning isn't early, mind you. I'm pretty much hazed for the day and you should too."

Chris stared towards his now empty glass and nodded silently. He made his payment and dragged himself off the bar, heading off towards his car while the night was still young. His mind was placed on auto-pilot as he journeyed home, thoughts and wonders flooded his mind while reminiscing at the number of guys that were taken home.

For the next couple of days, the snow leopard had no luck in finding anyone either. All of them were either taken or just not interested to be taken home but most could be blamed on the man himself. His shyness was his biggest factor and being the passive feline of nature that he is, he could never muster up courage big enough to flirt with another man. After a while, it got boring and he started listening to the bear's life tales.

"If only you weren't 40, I'd hit on you any time." Chris chuckled softly.

"Hah! Fat chance! Don't even think about it. This old bear has gotten his share of boyfriends and girlfriends more than he could count. But thanks for the compliment." The brown bear poured another helping of alcohol towards the other patrons.

"You're not so bad yourself. I like a little pudgy, it's like a natural cushion to sleep on."

"This 'cushion' isn't looking for any one any time soon," He popped open a well shaken martini and started serving away, "This reminded me of the time where I had a stocky tiger as a boyfriend. Ah.... Nice man indeed. But short tempered. Nasty attitude when he's agitated but still a good lay. Didn't last long." He shook his head.

The snow leopard by now couldn't take it anymore. He needed a change of scenery and this place wasn't going to give him any of those. The lights that kept flashing every now and then, blinding for a split second and the songs were beginning to bore away at his sanity. Guess, that's what happens when one visits the bar cum club for nearly a month regularly.

Change of place, scenery and most of all.... Fucking need to clear his bursting bladder. Sitting at the bar for three hours with more than 10 glasses of beer was enough to fill a pot full of urine. Grunting away from the bar, he left off for the toilet and he hated that place.

It smelt of hot urine and the cubicles weren't well maintained at all. Luke tried his best to fix it up but time and time again, it proved to be a waste of money and effort. There were one or two delinquent and the bouncers couldn't keep track of who went in and who went out without keeping their eyes peeled on someone. In the end, nobody knew who was responsible for all of these damages and the bear couldn't care less any longer.

A strong stench of piss quickly assaulted his nostrils and it nearly made him puke on the first whiff. Regardless, he needed to wade through unless he wanted to go home with a huge patch of wet pants in between.

At least Luke managed to reduce the stench that was here last week.

The cubicle door slammed shut and he sighed in relief. Cock fished out and the obvious arch of yellow stream landed upon the toilet water, quickly turning a crystal clear liquid to a murky yellowish puddle. As soon as the stream subsides, the snow leopard looked about and started shaking at his limp shaft, purring lightly at his own paws. Drip... drip... and on the final drip, he was satisfied. However, other urges were beginning to arise and it seemed not to wane unless handled appropriately. Fingers groped about on his length and he had to let out another breath of relief at the sudden pleasure.

Being a virgin for 24 years didn't do much to satiate his rising libido and any virile male would fuck at any chance that they could but he wasn't that kind of person. Instead, he wanted someone whom would be his first and last before death do them apart. Thus, the result of sporting an erection right out here in a damp and putrid bar restroom. It didn't help much with a handful of drawings scattered all over the walls and door.

Various drawings of cocks were painted along the side and plenty with signs of ass shoving in. A few numbers for just one night stand was even visible but he wasn't interested in those kinds of bed mate. Again, it didn't help to soften his hardened malehood. Panting away, the snow leopard grabbed hold on to the base and started a slow and sensual jerk to help ease his needs. Uncut cock at paw, foreskin pulled back to reveal a thickened head and a sudden gust of wind caressed on to flesh.

Fuck... He panted and started stroking rapidly, stopping in between to wallow in the excitement of jerking in a public toilet. Teeth gritted sharply, the spotted leopard tried his best to quell any noise that would reveal his lewd activity but that wasn't enough to hide it all. A knock from the side cubicle wall made the cat jerk and squeaked abruptly. Chris stopped and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Someone...?

Knock... Knock...

"Crap..." He cursed silently.

"Psst... hey..." The feline looked about and found a finger poking through the wall. "Need some help?"

Is that what I think it is...? Chris looked over at the finger that came through and immediately knew the purpose of this large hole. It was a glory hole and someone was on the other side! Shit! And he was jerking uncontrollably while being watched unconsciously!

"Got a nice one there, mind sharing?"

That voice was gruff and graveled, obviously horny to a certain extent. The man was obviously anonymous and he would like to keep it that way but for the abashed snow leopard, this wasn't an everyday routine. Would he really let some stranger suck him off? Really? Just... stick his cock up there and let another man pleasure him? What if-

Knock Knock

"Something wrong, kid?"

"Uh... J-Just..."

"First time, huh?" The man on the other side chuckled, "Thought so. Dude, it's alright. If you're not up for it, I'm okay with it. Wouldn't want to force something out of ya' that you're not really up for."

"You're reasonable..." Chris answered.

"Heh, life's that way. So, still up for it, kid?"

Looking down on his raging erection, it was beginning to trickle droplets of pre and sticking out from the very tip. One thing was for sure, he did felt rather pent up compared to previous days. Paw groped about and landed on his ball sac while rolling them about, purring at such simple touches and that made the final decision. Chris turned over and presented his hard and ready cock, raring to a pair of hot muzzle. His shaft was brought over and was immediately engulfed with tongue lapping against the length while slurping whatever pre that remains dripping.

The snow leopard gasped aloud and slammed upon the wall that separated the two. Claws started gripping on to the side and hissed vehemently. This feeling.... This sensation.... Far better than just his paw! Is this how a muzzle feels like against his shaft? How could such a simple muzzle turned to be such a turn on and this man was definitely a seasoned cock sucker. He had amazing skill of tongue maneuvering and never missed a beat; he suckled passionately like an infant drinking from a bottle. Chris shuddered and moaned ever loudly as that pair of lips pursed around the cock tip, suckling and lapping skillfully. A pop was heard on the other side and the hot cavern of a muzzle wasn't there any longer.

"Damn... nice one..." A finger lifted it up and inspected on his pair of hefty balls, "Yeah, really nice pair."

Chris blushed and tried to suppress another moan. "S-Sorry but I'm not built like a hunk... or... a-a good pair of... maleness."

"Oh! It's alright," tongue flicked and lapped wantonly from the tip till the base, "You may not have the biggest cock in town but I like myself an average looking one, and you're not bad in terms of thickness. Nice and fat, juicy if I may add."

The snow leopard's heart beats rapidly. Compliments? Was a total stranger complimenting on his endowment? But... no one has ever... even... talked about it before. In fact, he wasn't quite happy with what he had on him but he tried living with it. Now, a man he barely knew - or seen - was giving praises. If that wasn't enough, the man had yet to take his mouth off from it. Rivulets of pre trailed from the tip but immediately lapped away without consent. His paws raked underneath the hole and groped, finding suit on a pair of ball sac.

Chris hissed and groaned even louder now, toes curled in his shoes and inhaled sharply for every jerk that he received from the opposite end. "Won't... last... for... a-a-ah...!"

He stopped mid-way and laughed in amusement. "Virgins, you guys cum way too fast."

"I just.... You-You're very good... I really like that..."

"Kid, don't get all mushy with me," tongue was back in business and this time, followed by a good paw around it. "You come in here, get a good blowjob and leave. This is all you get."

He knew the man on the other end couldn't look at him but he nodded anyways, acknowledging the fact that this was just a one-time glory hole jerkoff and nothing more would be subsequent after this. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to stay strong for long. Hips started gyrating forward as the urges to release tipped over the scale, wanting nothing more than to deliver a mouthful of feline seed.

The man knew what was to come and started stroking as quickly as he could. Body quivered and mouth panted away, the smell of piss and male pheromones was beginning to mix into a concoction of barely recognizable scent but that wasn't the matter at mind. Stroke after strokes followed and despite his best effort to hold it in, Chris wasn't one to deny his own personal pleasure. Rapid fire of cum blasted from the tip and quickly unloaded against a hot muzzle, guzzling down streams of it before pursing his lips at the very tip.

Chris threw his head back and gasped uncontrollably, eyes fluttered like butterfly wings. "My God... Amazing... wow..."

Muzzle popped away and the man had now found his voice. "Heavy shooter it seems. Nice, real nice. Feeling better?"

"Yeah, much better. Thanks."

"Don't mention it," he started stretching and unlocked the cubicle door. "Catch ya' around, kid."

"But! Can I see you? At least know what you look like."

"Kid, like I said before, no mushy stuff. I suck you off, you clean up, and get back to your own life. This is not a romance story."

"But..." His reason seemed not to be of importance.

"I don't need to know you and you don't need to know me." This time, his voice of concern and reasonableness was lost. He wasn't the careful man that he was few minutes ago but just an all-time college jock and jerk. The man washed his paws from the basin and opened the door that led towards the bar, "Hey, you've got a nice cock there. Hope to see you soon." And he was off.

Chris stood rooted as his mind recollected back the memories that happened few minutes prior. A stranger! A complete stranger just sucked him off and he loved it! His very first blowjob and damn it was amazing. Looking downwards to his limp shaft, the spotted feline smiled widely. That was superb.

"Yo'! What took you so long?" Luke poured a glass half full of beer before sliding it off to the other end.

"Tummy ache." He lied.

"Tummy ache? Haven't heard that one before since I was a kid!" The bear stifled a guffaw, "You sure you're okay? Too much to drink?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Was he? The nagging feeling of that man from before kept pushing on to his mind and his heart kept wondering who he was. Perhaps he was still here? The feline turned and scrutinized his surroundings. Unfortunately, he couldn't even take a hint on what species that man was. In fact, he didn't even know what he wore! Come to think of it, the feline knew and saw nothing of the man besides his voice and oh so wonderful mouth. There were too many people crowding over the dance floor and being the Friday that it is, it was even harder to wander around and hint who that person was.

Determined as he was to find his sexual culprit, it was far too late for that. He fairly remembered the over time that he needed to do at work, on a Saturday, weekend! Chris groaned and got up, paid Luke for the bill and nodded back. The bear was fairly surprised at the early leave.

"Something bothering ya'?"

Perhaps it was but he didn't even know what it was. "Naw. Just needed to slip in early. Kinda busy tomorrow at work."

"On a Saturday?"

"Uh... fucking shit, right? On a Saturday." The spotted feline shook his head and stretched, hearing one or two pops from his tired bones.

"You better take care of yourself, you hear me? I ain't wanna see you lying around drunk at a corner or getting beaten."

Chris nodded and left without looking back. Well, not entirely but he died try to take a few glances around to actually try to identify the man that he was with prior. Voices... perhaps he could get through them but with several subwoofer pounding around your ears, it was nearly impossible to even hear yourself think. In the end, he gave up and drove away, wondering who that man was, a man that he barely knew and recognize.

The following day didn't turn out as well as he expected it to be. Work had begun to pile as soon as he reached the office and he groaned in defeat. It was like this every single day. A pile was done and another quickly replaced its place. If that wasn't enough, he could practically feel the burn from his supervisor on how slow his work pace was.

If you didn't treat me like a company slave, I would have appreciated you more. No. That did not happen and work continued to pile. Hours went by and the snow leopard worked meticulously, analyzing every data and clicking on his calculator every now and then to compute the balancing amount. Lunch neared on and he slumped behind his chair, yawning and purring at his completed pile.

"It's now 1pm... Heh, might as well get something to eat before continuing on," The feline gave in to another sleepy yawn before getting up, "Time for some beef!"

It was as crowded as it could get. Every table was taken and not a single chair was spared. This was a bad place to be during lunch period but he had no other choice. Holding on to a tray of food - his lunch - there was not a single chair to be seen. The hustle and bustle of the food court was beginning to irritate and one or two screams from an infant could make his fur stand on end. Every now and then, he witnessed children wandering about without their parents and these 'parents' showed no point of concern about their own flesh and blood. If he didn't know any better, these so called 'children' were an accident and had to raise them up due to family pressure.

For now, that was none of his concern but to search for a simple chair and table to enjoy his afternoon meal.

"Dude,"

The snow leopard turned and was startled by a man waving over to him. He looked around and saw no one. Was he referring to me?

Again, his paw cajoled him over. Looking around for another second, he was praying that another table was opened but that doesn't seem to be on his side. Chris gave one final scan before sighing inwardly. He didn't really like the fact that he had to share a table with a total stranger and it didn't make things any better as he closed in.

"I'm willing to share this seat, if you don't mind that is." The man coughed and offered to the seat in front of him once more.

"Uh... thanks..." Chris nodded and shyly ate in silence. However, his eyes had yet to actually stop looking over to the man opposite. A wolf, probably about his age but a little older, a year or two but that wasn't the main point of staring at him. He was fairly built and far more attractive than the rest of the guys that he had seen.

Bulked from head to toe, this wild canine wasn't a pushover. No, not really. He seemed rather confident with himself but one would never know until you've actually got to know him. The wolf mused for a moment and started flicking against his smartphone, quickly ignorant the snow leopard that sat right on the opposite. Chris shrugged and silently ate his lunch.

Nothing much but just a single portion of meat, some salad and small chicken pie for dessert. Not the best kind of food but he's gotta eat something. As he ate silently, he wondered what the wolf was doing. His lunch was done but barely moved an inch from his original seat. All he did was sit there, absentmindedly coursing through his phone and chuckled at something amusing.

Upon closer inspection, Chris finally concluded that this canine was definitely a hunk inside out. However, his suit did a pretty good job at hiding those muscles underneath. He could barely see any but that was for the best. Not bad, quite a looker too. Brown fur grazed over his body but with a few hues of grey to give him that full canine look. He did smile occasionally and the feline found him... handsome. Not exactly Adonis material but he could probably be one if he wanted to. Definitely his type and...

"Something wrong?"

Chris was snapped from his train of thoughts and blinked for a few seconds before answering, "Nothing..."

"You were staring at me. Something on my face?" The wolf quickly nabbed a tissue and started dabbing around his cheek and chin, "Don't see anything."

"Nothing... just nothing," he coughed and took another spoonful of meat.

"Right. Ah! Where are my manners! Name's Carl," brown furry paw came close and offered for a hand shake.

"Chris," the snow leopard replied and took that paw out of politeness, "Thanks, again, for the seat. This place is always crowded."

"Meh. Tell me about it. Been here for only a week and this wasn't what I expected from a multinational company. I honestly thought we had a far better cafeteria to dine in." Carl took a sip from his drink and exhaled, "Welp. Beggars can't be choosers."

"You're new around this area?"

The wolf stretched and yawned for a moment, "Yeah. Just got transferred here. Wouldn't have taken the transfer if the money wasn't the only incentive. This place sucks. No offense."

Chris chuckled and smiled. "None taken. I admit that it does get boring occasionally but there are places that are rather exciting compared to the outskirts."

"Oh?" He was skeptical but not entirely open minded. "Do bring me around someday! At least it would help me to adapt!"

Wait... what? Show some random guy that he barely knew for more than ten minutes around town? For all he knew, this man was a conman in disguise and he was a perfect example of a 'tour-gone-bad'. Chris stared and contemplated for a moment. Would he really go for it? His thoughts were immediately thrown into the depths of sexual desires; trying to figure out how well-endowed and muscled he was.

"S-Sure. I'd love to but are we working in the same building?"

"I guess we are, since we're sitting here at the same cafeteria."

Chris blushed and continued to eat his food, "Sorry... wasn't really thinking."

"Awww... been working hard? I bet you were!"

Was he... flirting? Chris nodded in response but kept to himself. A hunk! A hunk of a wolf was actually talking to him and he couldn't help himself. Nevertheless, he kept himself composed and went with the flow. By the end of the hour, they've exchanged phone numbers and agreed to call one of the other. Chris may not have a thing for wolves but if they were kind enough and up to his par of taste, he wouldn't mind taking one home. Besides, this guy was decent enough.

Carl was one of a kind. He would have imagined young successful entrepreneurs to boast about their achievements but this wolf was modest throughout the conversation. Aged 25, a partner of a multinational firm, this man had every right to gloat about it but all he wanted now was just a friendly conversation, absolutely nothing about work. He went on to explain about his previous work place.

"Lively and filled with parties!"

All the snow leopard did was nodded and chuckled in agreement. Guess he was the party type.

Once the clock struck two, they were off. Work beakons and one of the other wouldn't wanna be caught dead without any reason for such tardiness. The feline turned to give a final goodbye and held on to that piece of paper that the wolf gave him. Inside wrote the address of his humble abode and contacts.

If you're ever near this neighbourhood, give me a call. Short, sweet and straight to the point.

"And that's where you start hitting up!" Luke slammed both meaty paws against the bar.

Chris was taken aback when the bear gave a hearty uproar. It was Saturday night and here he was, wasting himself to several more cups of wine but this time, not for the sole purpose of looking at fuckable men but to talk to the grizzly. He was a good and old friend of his and he had every right to know about it. Furthermore, the bear had far more experience in this field than he was. He was merely seeking for advice.

"Go out with him but not too fast! It makes you look desperate," he stifled a guffaw and poured another glass for the elated snow leopard. "On me! You lucky cat!"

"But I don't even know him well enough yet!" He countered.

"In time, my friend, in time," Luke finally got his break and stretched away at his sored muscle, "A contact, a talk here and there, getting to know each other better and hey! You're an item!"

"But I don't even know if he's batting for the other team or not,"

"You mean gay?"

"Yeah! That's what I said!"

Luke threw a bag of chips and peanuts on the counter table and shoved them over to the feline. "What are they?" He questioned.

Chris was confused for a second and stared directly towards the two packets, as if growing a pair of x-ray visions could really help in this situation. They were obviously peanuts and chips and nothing more to that; he was hoping the chips were barbeque flavoured.

"They are obviously peanuts and chips. This has nothing to do with my predicament." He mused.

"That's your final answer?" The bear snapped open a peanut and threw its shell to a nearby bin.

He nodded.

"What if I tell you that this bag of peanuts was him, do you think he's filled with nuts?"

At this point, Chris had to frown at his question and started to think that the bear had overworked himself to his limits. Carl as a bag of peanuts? If he were to personify the studded wolf as an inanimate object, he'd rather pick something else than just nuts. "Of course it would be filled with nuts!"

"Open the bag." Luke grinned casually.

Okay, now, there is a trick to it. Chris opened the bag of peanuts and an instant whiff of barbequed flavoured chips assaulted his nostrils. There laid several chips that were supposed to be in the other bag but now, in this aforementioned peanut. The other bag was opened without hesitation and instead of finding chips, there were peanuts in them. Luke chuckled and shook his head at his trick. For once, he was rather amused with himself.

"Always catch them."

"Okay. What gives? I have a gut feeling that this is some life lesson or some sort." He leaned back and crossed his arms together, awaiting for the bear's amusing story.

"Carl is like this bag of peanuts. From the outside, it's just peanuts and, like him, he's just a wolf. Probably a straight wolf cause that's what you think, no? But once you open then up, what do you find? A whole other perspective. He has chips in him! Which also means what he is may not be as what you think he will be," Luke took the feline's paw and held him into a grip. "You will never know once you open them. You cannot just think and feel that he is who he is unless you crack him open."

Chris blinked at the bear and laughed wholeheartedly at his comment. He has a point. Then again, when has he not had a point? The man was right. He wouldn't know anything about him if he didn't try it out in the first place. What harm could happen if he asked? The most would be a cold shoulder and never a contact. Furthermore, he was just a total stranger that he barely knew for more than a day. That just pretty much sums it up.

By the following day, Chris tried to talk to this handsome wolf but throughout lunch, he had yet to see a strand of fur of him. As usual, the crowd at the cafeteria was horrendous and the haphazard manner of some patrons didn't make it any better. Instead, they posed to be a nuisance and problematic. An hour has passed and the snow leopard had to get a move on before his boss had a chance of slitting his throat. However, the nagging feeling of wanting to see that wolf again kept resurfacing. He knew that that was a one-time chance but why does he keep thinking about him?

Evidently, it was to no avail and the feline left without a word. Evening came and went, the snow leopard working arduously at his working paper. Deadline was coming and there was no way his supervisor would let him go without a proper evaluation. He looked at the clock once; eight thirty. Groaning away while ruffling his own hair out of frustration, he was ready to cave in. But his superior gave no leeway. Another hour passed and he finally clocked out; ten with two hours before midnight.

Not even a morsel of food in my belly. Chris rumbled as he rubbed against his slightly chubby belly. He still hated the fact that this small bundle of fat still exist midway and was determined to shed it off. Then again, he had no trainer... "Fuck!"

He cursed and walked over to his car. Sighing aloud, he looked around before landing eyes on the nearest fast food outlet. Hah! Better get something to eat then!

A few blocks away and he was there. An immediate order of a grilled chicken burger followed by fries; just the perfect night to binge away.

"Yo'!"

The snow leopard nearly jumped out of his suit when a heavy paw clamped harshly on his right shoulder. Chris yelped in surprise and blinked for a moment or two to recognize who it was. "Carl?"

"Yep! The very same! What are you doing here are this hour?" The wolf chuckled and gripped on his shoulder.

"Just got off from work. Thought I'd have some dinner..."

"This?" He pointed at the unhealthy portion of food that lay in front.

Chris blushed and shook his head in shame. He was already chubby from the beginning and this did not go well with his current problem. Meanwhile, the wolf was far from his reach. The man had ditched the whole formality of uniform and clad only in his loose khakis and wife beater. It wrapped around his torso perfectly and there was definitely evidence of working out between those two arms. His biceps were beautifully defined and chest, firm and muscled. With those clothing on, it left plenty of imagination running wild through his mind.

Just how big is he?

"Uh... how... um..."

"How am I doing?" He practically asked for himself. "Perfectly fine but couldn't say the same for you though. Ever heard of eating healthy?"

"I do! It's just the work. You know how it is, peak period and all and this was the easiest I could find."

"Drop that."

"Excuse me?"

The wolf grabbed hold of his arm and yanked him off the chair, practically hurling myself. "My place ain't far from here. I'll drive you back. C'mon, you're coming with me."

"But! Hey!"

Ever had yourself forcefully pushed into a car by the man of your dreams and driving for about 10 minutes to his house and perfectly invited you in? No? Neither did the cat but here he was, standing at the very door. Once the door was opened, Chris was warmly invited in and ordered to sit at the living room. It was more of a shocker than anything but he couldn't say no towards him. The man had him by his neck and each movement could have turned things sour and why would he even do something like... pictures...

A typical bachelor male would have the simplest things in life but Carl wouldn't want to fit that bill. Beginning, he noticed the high wired television hanging on the wall while a pair of surround sound speakers was attached to it. A beautiful rack filled with games and CDs, perfectly stacked in order. Second, was the mess. He _had_no mess! One would have thought that a food wrapper might have strayed along the floor but no, he had none. In fact, spotless but what caught his eyes were the pictures.

A few muscled males were hung across the room; not exactly indecent but more of a male bodybuilder model kind. Each athlete posing at their best, portraying muscles after muscles from years of hard work. On the left wall side was a middle aged rhino, biceps flexed and body shredded like he was meant to be. Across the wall was a lean looking wolf with a handsome smirk. A tiger, baring teeth and acting wild while a lion poster clawing the air.

"Wow..."

"Awesome, no?"

Chris turned and saw the wolf walking in with a plate of food. "This is on me. Much better than those junks."

But... I liked them every once in a while... His eyes stared momentarily at it. Cleaned chicken cooked with mushroom sauce, some mixed vegetables by the side and a scoopful of mashed potatoes. "That's it?"

"Yep. Pretty much it. You could stand to lose a few pounds." He patted his tummy as an indication.

Chris growled but blushed away. The man was right and he wanted to do that. But every time he tried to do so, work beckons and he was out of schedule. Eating right was difficult as his meals tend to be irregular. "Thanks..."

"Don't sweat it," he smiled.

The task of wolfing down his food came within seconds and Chris was filled. That was utterly delicious! The man definitely cooked well for his type. Luckily enough, he had enough for seconds. "You're rather hungry."

You would be too if your last meal was at 2pm.

But he couldn't say that. No. Right now, he was having a friendly chat and he liked it. Nothing more than that, just normal, two guys, sitting at home and talking, sharing stories... Not unless you want to know if he's a peanut packed in a plastic of chips.

Chris had to berate with himself about Luke's idiotic life lesson. He is a peanut in a bag of peanuts! That's what he is. There is no way this man would swing that way. You'll never know till you've opened the bag. But how should he open it? Tear it out? Wait for it to open by itself? How?!

"Whoops. Lookit the time. You'll have to get back, no?" The wolf snapped and looked at the time.

"No rush! It's the weekend tomorrow."

"Naw. I think I took too much of your time." From that very moment, Chris would never forget the very scene that played right in front of him. The wolf chuckled and rubbed against his well matted fur before stripping off that old wife beater. With a sigh of relief and moan, the canine stretched and yawned aloud, displaying a full set of well-defined muscles. Every contours played out perfectly, sinewy muscles formed from arduous days of training. Leaned and ripped, just the way he liked it.

Chris gulped a mouthful of saliva and tried to look away, but he just had to look more. This may be the only time he would actually... *scratch scratch*

"Ungh... gimme a minute, I'll have a quick shower. Stay right here." A smiled was given while the canine walked away with his shirt hanging over shoulder. Tail swished and wagged while those beautifully pair of formed butt clocked in. Is he staring? Oh yes he's staring. How can he not stare! Inch by inch the wolf walked up the stairs and he was gone.

"Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?" Chris hissed and clenched both paws together. His imagination was running wild and he had to hold himself back. Perhaps a peek would do him good but that would be desperate. Wait, he was desperate. But that didn't give him a reason to be so. That was unacceptable and the more he scolded himself, the harder it was to get that man out of his mind. All he had now was the very image that seared into his very conscious and up to the point of pawing it all off.

The snow leopard growled and stormed off to the living room sofa. If he ever knew about it, there was no way the wolf could forgive him. He was so... perfect... Handsome, energetic, muscled and smart; earning big bucks too. Just so perfect...

... and the night went by...

Saturday night came and he was out in the bar again, alone and depressed out of his mind. As usual, he drank the night away and couldn't think of anything else besides the very fact that his dream male just stripped his clothes out in front of him. He sighed and slammed both fist on to the bar.

"Hey! Quit it." Luke bellowed from the other side. It was Saturday night live. The bear would invite some local gig and pay them to play some sort of old fashion 90's that some old bears would like. It wasn't much of a hit at first but through time, it started pulling in some regulars and tonight was the very same regulars.

The bear finally got things settled and sat next to the sobered spotted feline. "You look frustrated. You opened a bag of peanuts lately?"

"Not funny, Luke," Chris mused and gulped down his drink in a single shot.

"Something bothering ya'?"

"Yeah. The man of my dreams undressed right in front of me last night."

"Oh! So that's where ya' went! I was worried that you were sick or something. You're usually out there every Friday night," the bear nudged over and chuckled, "Got lucky?"

"More like a pair of blue balls," Chris groaned and buried his face with both paws. "I could never match up with him. It's literally impossible."

"Aww... poor kitty... Tell papa bear what that meany wolf did."

And he told him everything, right from the start till the point of where the canine stripped his shirt off. Luke cracked up when the story ended and slapped a paw behind his back. "Son, you've got a bag of peanuts inside a bag of chips!"

What are you? Drunk?

"I'm serious, Luke. He's not gay, alright?"

"He told you?"

"No... but I could sense it."

"You believe in gaydar?"

"No I don't!"

"Then why believe it now?"

"I just..." Chris stopped midway and held his tongue. He truly did not believe in having a radar sense for identifying gays but he just felt it. There's this nagging feeling, a deep sense of security that, no matter how absurd his logic were, it was there to tell him that Carl was hitting for the males. He was a peanut, definitely a peanut but never in a bag of nuts. How long must he keep himself at bay from last night's event? Whenever he thought about it, an instant pop of an erection rises up and his body continuously lusted for that man.

For the past few days, Chris tried his best to avoid any contact with that man but day by day, he felt astray and empty. He did saw the smart looking wolf around during lunch but the feline tried to ignore him as much as possible. Why is he even doing this to himself! There's a guy, sitting right there, alone and looking around for accompaniment. Meanwhile, Chris sits at the opposite end and stared lovingly at him. It made no sense.

But it was for the best.

The best for everyone.

But for that one fateful day, Chris wanted the wolf even more than ever. It was excruciatingly hot and not a cloud in the skies, contributed to the heat that struck the very earth. The feline was in no shape to walk in this blistering dessert but he had to if he didn't want to starve for lunch. Once his purchase was made, a small crowd had gathered over at the central area of the outer building. Being a curious cat in nature, it was of no surprise that he went in to see what the whole commotion was about.

There were a few murmurs and ladies giggling away but to him, it was a fantasy come true.

Carl...??

A few guys clad only in speedos stood right at the center and started posing away and the brown furred wolf was one of them. With a smile and wink, he posed for the sexiest side that he could muster up and flashes of light started blinking away. A few professional photographers were present and this was probably one of their marketing ad to pull customers in. Well, it was summer and the weather was heated enough to strip naked; guess that is why these men were half naked. But Carl... he was definitely a looker. In fact, the handsomest male among the others. He could tell in an instant that a few ladies were batting an eye out for him and that built a certain tinge of jealousy inside the feline.

Another turn and this time, some flexing from his chest and biceps. Sinewy arms portrayed a hard and well-shaped musculature that most women swoon over; a few even dared to clamber up to him but were quickly blocked off. The others weren't that bad and far surpasses the usual models he had seen but all eyes were fixated upon his wolf crush. Shower of cold refreshing water came from the sky as the team poured all over them.

Carl... fuck... you...you're...

He ran.

"Feh... pathetic..." Chris panted and moaned, paws gripped tightly against his fully hardened malehood. The spotted feline left off early and this was the only way of relieving his fantasies of him. This was all he could do, to dream and imagined how beautiful it would be to be wrapped around in his arms and to make precious love to him. This was how it should be... "Carl... Fuck me..." He moaned even louder and started fingering away, hitting those precious spot that made his body shiver under such high strung sensation.

Rivulets of pre trailed down under and bathed halfway along his ball sac, evidence enough that the feline was far hornier than usual. His paws rapidly stroke away but wouldn't want this to end that fast. With both eyes closed, blanket of pitch black loomed over his vision but quickly replaced with the thoughts of the wolf. His sensual body, swaying and dancing like a true stud. Fingers trailing down his upper torso and finally landed right at his bulge.

"Engh! Take it out..." And so his imaginary Carl did. The wolf would moan and start pulling down his shorts and at least eight full inches of wild wolf nature slapped against his face. That's what he wanted. Oh the smell, the scent, the shape and heat radiating from it. He would worship that man with all his heart and make him his. His fingers went in deeper and he grunted harder, panting with tongue hanging out.

How he wished the man was his to play with. He would lick him over, feel those beautifully shaped muscles and relax, kissing his tender lips like a true lover would. The buildup was there, definitely coming but he stopped midway. Chris hissed and clawed against his bed sheets, trying to hold on to his impending orgasm.

Mmm... that sweet juicy cock touching over his tail hole and in one push, burying at least half of what he's worth. The very thought pushed him over and over again, pinning him up to the edge of orgasm but denied terribly. More and more entered, he would feel the sudden pain and pleasure that crept through his body, writhing in ecstasy at his thickness. The feline would stop touching and groan in lust, allowing himself to be matted with trickles full of pre.

His erection pleaded to be touched, at the very least, caressed out of enjoyment. But he did none of that. Pleasure flooded his very senses and the handsome wolf never leave his mind for a single second. Thick and veiny, pressuring up his virgin tail hole and pounded away like a lust filled man. He would look into his very eyes and moan for more, keeping the wolf in pace and never wanting to finish off too fast.

He would then feel his calloused paws roaming about his body, brushing gently against his soft pelted fur, feeling the heat that came from his counterpart. If that wasn't enough, he would coax the man for several kisses of love. Yeah... just the perfect mate to do it with. Oh, it would be thrilling... To be fucked senseless by the man of his dreams.

Despite pushing down to nothing more than a mere bitch in heat, it was high time that the spotted feline finished his very thoughts of lust. "Carl... Ah..." Strokes against his cock quickened as his orgasm neared peak. He could feel it, the familiar sensation of cumming rose and his thoughts were constantly about him, the way he would hold him like a lover would and making him cum like never before. And so it did.

Rapid shots of white streamed against his chest and belly, blasting away like he usually would. By the sixth shot or fifth, the feline was fully exhausted, panting away like a canine with tongue rolled out. Sweat mixed with sex mingled upon his very fur and the room practically smelt like it as well. Chris whined and moaned, curling himself up as cum rolled down his very fur.

All in honesty, all cats would have purred aloud and dreamt of happy thoughts after an orgasm but this wasn't the very case. He sighed and licked his paw, purring for a moment but closed his eyes once he was done. Carl was just what he needed, a man of great power and feeling that he would never leave but who was he lie to himself. He barely knew him for a few days and just because he invited him over - once - to his humble abode doesn't make him a true mate in an instant.

But for whatever reason, the feline was never the match or perfect soul for him. His heart bled out for the very fact that he was still single and never meeting the man that would be his other significant half. The thought of Carl becoming his was there but the wolf deserved better than a slightly overweighed kitty cat. In fact, the man was far from his reach.

Hovering his head over to his cellphone, he looked at it and sighed in despair.

12am...

Time for bed and hopefully, the day would be better.

But it did not turned out so well. After a week or so, the cat barely saw the wolf at all. He usually wondered around the cafeteria and waited for the presence of the very wolf so he could look at him but was never around. Not a hair of his fur was to be seen and after seven days, the feline stopped yearning and waiting. He never was coming back and after looking at how the wolf stood out with that handsome grin of his, it was of no surprise that a modeling agency would come hounding at him for a contract.

But why was he even on for that photo shoot? It made no sense. Was he a part-time modeler or something? What is his real job? A common business related man or some sort of an intern? Hell! He barely even knew what his profession was! Chris facepawed and never looked back. This was getting ridiculous. Why is he even waiting for someone that he barely knew?

Afternoon came and went as it usually would and evening clocked in. Looking at his watch, Chris sighed and packed everything up. It's Friday and tonight would be the very same night he would be, like the rest of his weekends. Luke's bar and day by day, the place started to feel like a real lookalike club. However, for the likes of him, he would sit at the bar corner and start looking around, just like he would during every night hours.

And as usual for the burly grizzly bear, he would work up a storm and handed out every alcohol order that he got. Most patrons were happy with what he had to offer but those who didn't had to just grumble it off. Today was slightly different, he had a second helper.

Who knew that his business was booming so quickly? Chris chuckled and sipped away. Apparently, an added extra of a cheetah came quite handy. He was chirpy, happy, primed and ready to take in any orders that were thrown at him. Glasses after glasses of beer were handed out while Luke got busy with his brewing. Soon after, the crowd had started to slow down on the order and the cheetah was there to take the show away.

The bear grunted and sat by the snow feline. "Hey,"

"Hey back at you. How's the new guy?"

"Doing better than I expected. Might have to pay him more than what I offered," Luke replied, "So how goes with you and that beautiful wolf of yours?"

"He's not mine," Chris looked away.

"Aww heck, come off it. Soon, I tell ya'. Soon."

"Luke, it's never gonna happen. Alright? Just drop it."

"You're a moody one. Didn't get to paw off last night?" He patted against his back. "And if you did, I knew you were dreaming about how wonderful that man would be right under your tail, no?"

Chris gave no reply but stared into space.

"Just thinking about it makes you rarin' and horny. Oh the wonderful soft fur of his, touching and caressing against your very warmth. Feeling his brown dyed fur mixed with grey, his handsome muzzle with a grin that makes you grow weak in your knees. And that lean body! So sultry and tasty that you could eat him off the plate."

"What...?"

Luke raised an eyebrow at him and smiled. "That's the man, right?"

"You've met him?" This time, in literal shock.

"No, not really. Not personally even but this is my first time looking at him." The bear smiled and winked.

It felt like an arrow piercing through his heart as he turned to whatever direction he may be. The side? The middle? Where! Where is! Fuck... There he is... Carl was looking right back at him and pretended not to notice. However, the bear spoke differently and shouted for the wolf to come over, cajoled like he would to an old friend. The wolf was shy at first but eventually got up and took his drink along.

He's coming here! Why did you! "Why!" He hissed back.

"You want to see him, right?"

"Yeah but not in a place like this! This is a gay bar! Not some normal straight - hello!"

He was finally in sight. That handsome smile of his, beaming like the rays of the sun. "Chris... hey."

Oh god... kill me now...

"Ah... heh... hey... C-Carl..."

"Yeah... hey..."

And silence. They spoke not a single word and the air was tensed enough to tear. Awkward it may be to see his crush sitting right at the counter of a gay bar, it was worse when both of them knew nothing about each other. Luke rolled his eyes and grunted loudly. "I think my new employee needs some help. You need anything, call me. I ain't far."

Chris nodded and pretended to acknowledge the wolf's presence. What was he to do!? Introductions? They've established that after getting to know each other for the very first time. Small talk? Hell! He's been running away just to avoid small petty talk. Carl, however, wasn't thinking of the very same thought.

"Where were you last week? You went missing." The silence was broken.

"I was busy, yeah, busy."

Please don't ask any more! Please... just go away...

"You okay? Nervous?"

"Um... Carl, can I ask you something? What were you doing in that public photo shoot last week?" His curiousity needed to be answered.

"Oh that? That was just an accident," he chuckled away, "I was wandering around the park the other day and some stranger just popped up and offered me a job for a temporary swim suit model. It's the summer and everything, as you know it and they seemed to be one model short. So, there I was, trying to just fit in."

Right... fit in. He fit in perfectly, too much in fact.

"And I saw you."

That struck a chord.

"I saw you looking at me and running off later," the wolf mused and stopped for a second or two, "I tried calling you back but you were nowhere to be found. I assumed that you had far too much work to stay any longer."

No, you idiot. I was running away from you. You're far too...

"And how much are they paying you?"

Carl blinked at the sudden change of topic. "Um... not much but it's something, I guess. Extra pocket money. Didn't have to do much and if their product sells, I'll probably get a few extra bucks for commission, I think."

And the silence came back on. He had nothing more to say but that was a definite lie. The words were buried deep down inside of him that he couldn't find the courage to dig it up. 'Would you like to go for dinner?' Those small little words! It's not much. Just a date, some dinner, movie and companionship. Was it really that hard? Please... would you go out with me?

Sweaty paws, heart beating faster than usual, feeling extremely comfortable; he couldn't do it! In a hasty attempt to get out, Chris pretended to make a call and apologized for the sudden leave. "My mum called." He lied through his teeth, never looking back. Walking out of that bar was the hardest thing ever. Second time? Is he serious? This was the second attempt at running away from the wolf and he succeeded without fail. And a poor excuse at that. What was really happening to him?

The feline got in his car and gripped on to the wheels tightly, unable to hold on to the feelings that harboured deep within his very soul. He sighed and immediately drove off without a second thought. The night was young and still, not a cloud in the sky and there was nowhere else to go.

It finally hit him. What was he really doing with his life? Drinking away soberly at the bar? Not even a hobby? Was he really that pathetic of a life form? The music from the vehicle droned away his sorrows but as he reached to a turn that leaded to the national park, he stopped midway.

There laid a beautiful lake that shone in the night. The stars twinkled brightly and the air breezy to the point of comfort. Chris stared absentmindedly at the night and decided to just be alone for the rest of the evening. His feelings for the wolf overwhelmed his very being and the fact that he had gotten slightly close got him scared. Never fell in love before and for the very first time, he was afraid; afraid of rejection. He's heard stories about how breakups happen and the mere thought of it made him shiver.

Minutes turned to an hour and the spotted feline continued looking on. Not many residents hung around the park at this hour. At night, they were mostly cuddling couples and the soft wave of the lake made it rather... romantic. Hell, even the moon left most at awe. This was just a perfect night out. A mate to wrap his arms around and just stare into space, enjoying the comfort that came along with another pair but for Chris, it was the loneliest night of his life.

"You fucked up yesterday, huh?" Luke downed another glass from the nearby keg.

"Pretty much fucked up." He replied meekly.

"Welp, at first you don't succeed, try and try again, that's what I always say," the bear slapped a paw over his back, "There's plenty of fish in the sea! Salmon, trouts, tuna! Beautiful looking fishes, just ready for the catch and maul."

Chris chuckled at the bear's abstract view. "Thanks but I think he and I are pretty much done. Bet he wouldn't want to talk to me after what happened last night."

"Wouldn't bet on it,"

"What do you mean?"

Luke smacked his lips and gently placed his finished glass on the table top. "Peanuts in a bag of chip. Hrm... tasty... But about the peanuts itself? How do you eat them?"

"You... crack them open?"

"Yes, you do. But I'm talking about those hard to break kind. The kind where you take more than 10 seconds to peel out. What about those?"

"Rarely happens but I've gotten them once or twice," Chris frowned at his words. "What are you getting at?"

"All I'm saying is," his paw came up to the feline's other paw and gripped tightly. "Don't give up. This peanut may be harder to pick than the rest. He's coming, go for it."

"Hey..." Chris shot up from his fur at that voice. His fur practically stood on end and it didn't hide his sudden surprise with that bushy tail of his. An immediate turn and what he saw was just the perfect man of his stature. Dressed casually in a black turtle neck t-shirt, it fitted the wolf well enough. However, at this point, Chris was lost for words. "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, he is," Luke prepared to kick himself off. "Sorry to be a bother." And he left.

"I...I... H-Hey..." Chris stammered.

"You lied."

Quick, short and factful.

"You lied yesterday. Why?"

"Wh-What do you mean?" Mouthful of saliva gulped. There's no way out of this now.

"Your mum didn't call. You ran away from me."

"And you know this... how?"

"I followed you."

"You what?!"

"Yeah, I followed you. I was wondering why'd you leave and I got my answer, you don't want to be seen with me." Carl hissed for a second.

"No! That's not what it is! Honest!"

"Then why did you leave? I smell? Do I look weird? Prejudice against wolves?"

"How can you say such a thing!" Chris snarled at his words.

"And you ran away during my photo shoot. I checked with your company and it wasn't the peak of accounts yet. You just ran off."

"You invaded my privacy in the office?!" At this point, the feline was rather taken aback by the wolf's action. This was unacceptable!

"I needed to find out the truth! That's why I asked!" Paws slammed against the table harshly.

"Truth? You want to know the truth?" Temper rising, teeth snarled and hissed out of anger.

"Yes! The truth! Now tell me!"

"Because of you! That's why!" And it was out. "You are the reason why I'm running away from but it's not because of your looks or how you smell or... or... how you dress. By gods... you smell heavenly. Your scent speaks for itself and it drives me crazy! I've been having a crush on you for weeks and never got the chance or courage to speak with you. I ran because I knew now, without a doubt, that I am never the kind of guy that would fit your bill!"

From afar, Luke stared at the couple and sighed. The cheetah was about to break up the sudden outburst but was stopped short by the bear.

"You are... You're perfect. You're the kind of guy that I dreamt about. In my dreams, I just want to feel your smooth paw against me, to feel the warmth of your heart but who am I to fool? Just look at you. Perfect, fit, handsome, an Adonis in the making. Why would you want to hang out and be seen with a man like me? I have nothing in myself to prove physically to you that I am capable of anything."

"You're... wrong..."

"How am I wrong in everything that I said?" The feline interjected. By now, the rest of the patrons had their eyes fixated upon them but he didn't care. This was the time, it was now or never; his feelings for him must be known or it would kill him for the rest of his life.

"Shut up..." Paw fisted to a ball.

"I've had enough, Carl. I tried to ignore you, tried to not think about it and I was hoping that by running away from you, you would stop looking at me but you came here, here, on the very same night."

"Chris! Shut up!" Both paws finally slammed on the counter top. "Why do you put yourself down like this, huh?! I am just the same as you! You and I are the same - "

"You and I am not the same person!" That was the last straw and he left. The door opened and slammed shut, finally away from this very place. Carl continued to stand there, dumbstruck by his sudden departure. The place continued to stay silent and their gaze still rested upon him.

"Alright guys! Nothing to see here!" The burly bear chided in, "DJ! Hit it up! Let's get the night going! It's Saturday!"

Few murmurs came about and the music turned, putting the tension off.

"You okay, kid?"

"Why?"

"Feh, don't answer me with a question. You asked me why and I'll ask the very same thing," Luke sighed once more. "Kid, look at me. No, look at me."

The wolf did and from the looks of it, he was welling up inside. This clearly was his first fight and he tried his level best to take it all in. "Carl. Go get him. Through my experience, it's best to get out there and find him. And it's raining, he fucking needs an umbrella."

"And you know this how?"

"Before coming in, I heard rumbling of clouds and my sense of smell is better than you. Furthermore, he left his car keys here," jingling them up as evidence, "He's out there, right now, crying his eyes out while walking in the rain, nothing more than just the clothes on his back. You're going to let him get sick like that?"

"I... But he didn't want me near him."

"But what does your heart say?"

Silence.

"My heart says go after him but my mind says no."

Luke laughed heartedly and crossed his arms over chest. "Kid, you love him too. Look, I ain't gonna beat around the bush. You're the only thing he's been talking about these past few weeks and it's burning my ears off. Go after him right now. Pick him up and this could be the night that both of you would remember for life."

The night rumbled and cracked like never before, pouring rain on to the very ground below, soaking up every nook and cranny of the streets. Most people would have avoided the rain and they did, running about and finding shelter to cover their heads. As the night storm came, the wind howled and whipped along the branches of the trees, precariously breaking at the branches but holding on.

Despite the weather, Chris was too preoccupied with himself about it. First that fight and now this, not to mention leaving his car keys behind at the bar. Now, he didn't want to get it back till tomorrow morning, not after what happened. If he showed up, that proved him to be a childish person, berating at petty matter but to him, this was something bigger. Head down and paws in his pocket, the drenched feline tried to wade his way through the showering streets.

His vision was blurred but that was to be expected from such a heavy downpour. In fact, he could barely look front without brushing raindrops off his eyes. He sighed and continued walking home. There was no point crying over spilt milk and this was a heavy jug of milk. Bet in the following week after, the wolf wouldn't even want to talk to him but that was for the best. Why cause pain to both parties when only one should deserve it?

I drank myself in that bar so I could at least find someone interesting or fall in love but what do I get now that I'm out here, alone? Nothing... It's time to move on. Chris swallowed and remembered back to the first time he received that wonderful blowjob. It was probably the only time he would get any sex done and the very thought puts the feline down in the gloom.

Soon, he was walking in the rain while sobbing away. Thunders continued to crack and rumble. This was going to be a stormy night and Chris paid no heed to it. A sudden honk from behind made the feline jump and turned, wondering who it was.

"Are you crazy?!" The voice shouted as the car window reared open. "Get in the fucking car, now!"

"Why do you even care!" Chris bellowed as loud as he could, focusing onwards to the wolf sitting in the car.

"Because it's not safe out here! You'll catch a cold!"

"So what if I do! I don't want to see you anymore! Why can't you take a hint!"

"Because I care, dammit!" The wolf quickly shot out from his car and brought an umbrella up, trying his best to cover both of them together. "Get out of the rain. It's not safe. You could get hurt real bad."

"Please don't do this. Please... I beg of you..."

"I don't care." With force that he didn't want to use, Carl pushed the dripping feline in and locked the door, driving off to his home without a second thought.

Chris continued to sob and didn't dare look front. His body numbed and cold, unable to feel his very fingers as chills ran down his spine. A single sneeze was all he needed to know; he was getting sick. A turn here and a turn there, the car stepped to a halt and finally reached to its destination. Carl hugged the feline over and protected him from the elements of nature.

Once inside, he was ordered to strip out of those messy clothes. Chris didn't want to but he knew better than to stay cold for the whole night. Carl growled and took the feline's shirt off, stripping him naked with nothing more than just a towel below his torso. "Go shower. The hot water is on. Go, please."

Chris closed his eyes and nodded away. Why did you pick me up...?

The shower was decent enough, soaking his body with hot water and the refreshing scent of soap puts him at ease. He sighed and tried to finish as soon as he can. Eventually, he got himself dried and prepped up; however, shuddering at the stormy breeze of the night. As much as he hated the very fact that he had to see that wolf again made him nervous. After what happened at the bar, he could never look straight at him in the eyes but it didn't deter the wolf from doing so.

Carl came in and smiled. "Hey, you're looking good."

"Don't compliment me." Chris pushed him off and headed towards the bedroom, looking onwards to the nearest mirror.

God... I look fat...

"You're not that bad... you know..." The wolf stood beside and pointed at the mirror. "You know what I see? A lonely kitty cat with lots of love."

Chris trailed his fingers over to the doppelganger feline. It was him, staring straight back and he began to wonder what his purpose in life was. Where is he... the one who would take him home? As if on cue, a pair of strong arms wrapped itself against his middle torso.

"C-Carl... please don't..." The feline begged.

"Why do you run away from me?" He demanded answer and it was now or never.

"Because I know very well that a man like you would never love a man like me," Chris looked down at those calloused paws and held on to it. "Because I know that I am not worthy enough to be part of your soul. Who am I to force myself to you? You deserve far better than a man that works on a desk job with little to nothing possessions."

"I look not for treasure but love." The wolf whispered pleasantly.

"But my love is not worthy of yours..."

"And who told you that, hrm? God? Your colleague? That fucking bear at the bar?"

His silence was reassuring. Nobody told him anything but he expected it himself. He saw at the numerous amounts of pairings at the bar. Some even as young as 16 getting into a relationship but him? It was difficult. And now, to have a studded wolf behind and wrapped gently around him, it was a dream.

"You don't know me well enough... to know what I desire," This time, his muzzle lay gently on his cheek, inhaling the scent that came from his soft pelted fur. "Nobody is perfect. You're not one and neither am I. Each of us has a flaw but it is a matter of whether or not the other could undertake that flaw. You have so many flaws but so much love."

Those words were as painful as it came. Chris chocked and brought tears of sadness onto him.

"Don't cry. Babe, no. Don't. Look at me. Please, look at me."

As much as he wanted to, he just couldn't. What more, he was placing self-pity and defiance upon the wolf. However, it did not discourage the wolf from continuing on. Chin lifted up and he finally saw the handsome feline that he once knew at the cafeteria. Spotted fur with a beautiful coat of comfort, eyes shining brightly like the moon and those tears were nothing, he was in love. Lips pursed gently on his and they were soon connected.

And that was when his body melted. Chris was taken by surprised for a bit but several attempts to kiss his sweet subtle lips were just the right way to do it. Lips parted and allowed entry, literally weak to his knees but fortunately enough; the wolf had him right where he wanted. Arms right behind his back for support and his other arm gently caressing upon his forehead, breaking his sweet moment before looking into his very eyes.

Chris blushed innocently. "That was..."

"You like?"

"Heaven," And this time, the spotted feline took the initiative to step in first. Lips smacked and showered the other man with his utter love for him. Standing up straight and pushing the wolf backwards, his paws finally had the strength to overcome that weakness and explored around the wolf. Their mouth never breaking for even a second and he wanted nothing more than to feel him up. Paws gently trailed against his brown fur and petted on chest, purring loudly at the muscles that flexed between them. Lowered down and he found those absolute perfect abs to die for. Beautifully sculpted like the Greek gods. Albeit lean and ripped, he could stand to increase a few more bulk in him but he loved him just the way he is.

Soon, the growling wolf took control and held the feline back, breaking the kiss for a moment as he breathed in heavily. "First times are always the best. You are just one of them."

Chris blushed and tried to look away. "And I believe this isn't your first."

"Sadly, it isn't but experience is has taught me that guys like you needs the most attention." He pulled the feline over and placed him over to his furnished bed. "Where have you been, all my life?"

"Sitting in front of a desk with a calculator,"

"Mmm... and a humorous man, I like that. Keeps the relationship vibrant."

"R-Relationship?" The feline stammered.

"Moving too fast?"

"Wait! N-No! But... I... really? You want to have a relationship with me?"

"We've come this far. Why stop now?"

The wolf had a point.

"Just hold me," Chris hugged the wolf as tight as he could and never let him go. "Don't let go. Don't leave me."

Carl smiled and lathered his neck with a few licks while showering his body with love. His sweet gentle lips were doing its best to calm the feline down and it worked. Soon after, his arms fell and several soft moans followed, signaling his approval for the wolf's actions. Carl was happy at his attempts and gingerly splayed his man's arms down, pushing him to the point of submission. "Don't move and be quiet. I will take care of you."

Another whine from him sealed the deal and he was off. A kiss on neck... another upon cheek and licks trailed down his throat, lavishing at the submission that came through his prey. Once Chris exposed his most vulnerable spot, it was the moment of truth; to claim this man as his or to destroy him. He chose the former and spoke through his actions. Teeth gently scrap and nibbled on flesh and fur as his sensitive nose took in the scent that buried deep within. A simple whiff of the male practically knocked him senseless but he wade through.

Mind swimming in wave of ecstasy, both paws proceeding to cup against the snow pelted feline belly. He should have found it rather difficult to accept such relationship but he thought nothing of that. Instead, that slight wobble of chubbiness gave a nice cushion. Carl nuzzled and shuddered at the softness of his fur. These snow leopards sure have some pretty fine looking fur and the texture was heavenly, up to the point of pleasure. His body shuddered and moaned desperately, relishing in the comfort of his newly beloved man.

The towel unwrapped itself and the wolf gave a rumble of excitement as that beautiful ebony shade of cock turn erected. A single whiff from those hanging balls sent shivers down his spine, mouth watered uncontrollably at such tenderness. What he lacked in length, he made it up with girth. However, it would have been expected from a chubby male like him. Luckily enough, length mattered not. As long as the pleasure surged through his body like it was supposed to, it was good enough. Muzzle opened wide and quickly engulfed that hard tool, lathered every nook and cranny with saliva.

The taste was exquisite! Most probably from the shower scent but nonetheless, mixed with his musk was enough to make the wolf rumble. Head bobbed up and down while tongue worked at its best to pleasure the feline, eyes closed as he enjoyed every corner of that cock. Sweet, tender, moist and best of all, delicious. A few tries heeded and he was down to the hilt, taking in to the point of gagging but nothing serious. His gag reflexes didn't trigger as much as he remembered it to be but that was to be seen with an average cock. He had bigger cocks before but none such gentle and sexy.

Chris whined and claws against the bed sheets like never before, squirming in pleasure as his shaft was pleasured for another point in his life. It was, undeniably, amazing! His tongue lapped like an expert, probably had enough dicks to know what turns a male on but he was a virgin. Well, not a virgin entirely since he had his first blowjob beforehand and damn... this felt the exact same feeling like he had the other time; muzzle warm and moist with saliva, sucking in and out like a pro while paws coaxing about his ball sac, earning a small drizzle of pre.

Carl smiled and licked at the obvious pre that drizzled from its slit. "Feeling great up there?"

The feline gasped and released his grips from the sheets, "You have no idea how long I've waited for a mouth like that."

He chuckled and stood back up, wiping off any remains of saliva from his mouth with the back of his paw. "I'm overdressed, if you ask me."

"I always thought that you were underdressed," the feline bolt back up and had his tail wrapped on his arm. "You sure about this? Cause... well... you know... you could have gotten someone else."

"Someone else besides you?" The pants dropped with a flop and he stood there with only his undergarments. "Don't know about you but for the past few weeks, you're the only one I've been thinking off. Cliché as it sounds but it's true." Paws dived into his crotch and out came that canine dick. "And I know you've been doing the very same."

Chris blinked for a moment or two before nodding away, staring fondly at that semi tool. "Carl... look at you... you're just perfect. How can you look at me in the same way as you are?"

His final clothe was shed and he climbed over to the feline, pushing him back down before closing in to nuzzle his nose. "What you think may not be the same as what I think. Just because you lack in physique doesn't mean your heart lacked of love, and you're filled with it."

"That's because it's never been poured out before."

"Which makes me a damn lucky bastard wolf," a quick peck on cheeks and he was ready for what was to come next. "You want me badly, don't you? I sensed that, in your eyes. Such beautiful eyes that glimmer like emeralds..."

"Stop with the mushy things already!" Chris stuttered. However, his gaze was slowly loomed over by a large pair of ball sac and shaft, flopping directly upon his mouth.

"Lick it. Touch it. Feel it. Take it. It's yours, now."

His dreams... were finally realized. The sheer endowment of him was substantial. Mouth agape and he took it whole, suckling like a fish on dry land. Purrs after purrs of pleasure rumbled under his chest while the wolf howled at that warm sensation. His back arched to shove more of his length into him and the cat took it in with grace; murmuring a sign of acceptance. While he was fairly new having a cock up his mouth, it was nothing different than sucking on a lollipop. With each breath and shove, Chris felt his cock jump and wallowed completely at his position.

More and more but Carl wanted something else. His shaft popped free and smacked roughly against his hard abs, lips licked at his catch of a slutty looking feline. "We need lube and since this is your first time, lots of things are gonna happen in one go.."

Chris gasped and panted away, "Never... let go... Fuck! That's got to be at least eight inches! How's that gonna fit inside!"

Carl chuckled and found what he needed. The cap popped open and a pawful of lube lathered up at his palm before wrapping itself around his most intimate areas. "It's a wonder how much lube can possibly do. Babe, I've taken a horse cock before and albeit it hurts on the first try but soon, you'll feel the pleasure of it. It was wonderful."

"You're switch?"

"Top, bottom, who cares. As long as we both enjoyed it, no?" His shaft was finally prepped and that tail hole was the end object. A finger wriggled in and Chris gasped sharply. "Relax, it's not going to be easy but you need to relax."

As much as he wanted to relax and enjoy the sensation that surged through his body, it was never easy to take something like that up in the ass. Chris moaned and threw his head back, hissing sharply as another finger went in. In and out it went, trying to stretch him up before the main event. Despite his eagerness to be claimed by the wolf as one, he never felt the preparation at all. In fact, he was as tight as he originally was!

Carl took that as a challenge and stayed in position, both feline legs hiked up, exposing his spotted rear that he was about to ravage. Fucking hell... That bubble butt of his was definitely the rarest he's seen around. Nice and rounded, perfect for a long fuck of the night and this was what he wanted. Paws moved over to the feline's chest and gazed lovingly at him. "Don't let go, okay?"

Chris whined and nodded meekly. "Don't let go."

The tip pecked dangerously at the opening before sliding in with ease. Chris gritted his teeth at the sudden intrusion and grabbed hold on to the stable wolf. He was in but only the head. Another inch went in and both males moaned and gasped simultaneously. "C-Carl...! I-It hurts!"

"Shh! Babe! Listen... listen to me..." The wolf's tongue rolled out and panted deeply as he lowered himself to whisper sweet nothing into his mate's ears. "Listen to my voice. It will be alright. Relax and let me in. Please..."

Chris nodded and tried his best to relax as much as possible. It worked for a bit as another inch went in. After the initial penetration, it was much harder as the base of the wolf thickened. He had to move back out for a few seconds before pushing another inch through, working as much as he can for the feline to accommodate to his sheer wolf size. Carl admits that he had a bigger one compared to the rest of his wolf comrade but that never stopped him from gaining pleasure.

The wolf stopped for a minute and looked at the writhing feline, ears splayed on head as he watched the painful expression that he had to endure. Chris whined with both eyes closed, moaning in both pain and pleasure but he wanted more. That cock had finally stopped moving and he had to claw on to the back of the male above, trying to hold and grip on to him as he was instructed to.

"You alright?"

"Y-Yeah... You're so warm..."

Carl nodded in approval, "And you're so fucking tight. Ungh... few more. I can feel it. You're nearly there."

Chris grunted for a second before nodding away. The final plunge came through and soon enough - with the right amount of coaxing and sheer determination - he was fully inside. Carl snarled and snapped harshly as his mighty organ was finally embedded deeply into another male. So warm, so tight, so much love in this man! Hell! Even his previous boyfriends weren't this tight. "Gods! Babe! Don't clench down like t-that... ahh..ah...!"

But he couldn't help it. He just had to and the harder the feline clenched, more powerful spurts of pre coated his inside. This was completely new to him and he wanted nothing more than to be taken as such. Arms hugged tightly on the wolf before nuzzling away at his neck, giving him the get-go of moving on. Carl took it with pleasure and started grinding away, pulling out for a brief moment before pushing back him.

He had a rhythm. For experienced bottom males, he gave no shits about them and would ram at their petty asses like the sluts that they are. However, there was no way he could give that kind of treatment to the man that he would die forever with. Minutes flew and they were at it with a gentle but pleasurable pace. That handsome wolf of a male kept his body closely and never let him go; hips plunged in deeply, with the help of lube.

Loud slopping pump came from that tail hole and both of them took no heed about it. In fact, it turned them on even more. Chris had yet to lose an erection and started painting his spotted fur with copious amount of pre. Both paws started clawing behind as he held on for the ride of his life.

"Babe, you... you alright down there?" Carl panted but never ceasing his humps.

Eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings and moaned absentmindedly, nodding in acknowledgement at such length. Every inching curve of that canine cock pushed his limits, up to the point where his prostrate was constantly abused. If he thought the first thrust was amazing, the second felt even better and the rest followed along. Soft and humble purr resonated from the feline and he felt everything fall into place.

His dreams had finally come true and he was living it. Pleasure raked through his body like needles, letting out another moan of utter ecstasy. "Ah... Will... you... cum in me?"

Carl continued thrusting forward but as he reached the hilt, a certain knot was bumping harshly against those pair of butt cheeks. "Can I?"

"I would be insulted if you didn't." Chris purred with a slight grin.

"You cheeky bastard," the wolf grunted and hiked his legs up higher, quickly embedding whatever inch he had left and pushed his off his limits. "You're up for knotting?"

Chris nodded and embraced himself. Being a virgin didn't help the cause of opening up that tight tail hole of his. Now, for a wolf knot to enter just like that, he would definitely feel it early in the morning. The browned canine howled and tried as he could to get his knot in but the harder he pushed, the stimulation from it all nearly had him cumming before it had started.

They've been at it for quite some time now and there was no way both males could stand that long, even for an experience man like Carl. It wasn't any better for Chris as his impending orgasm slowly took over. Each pump from that cock pushed him down the edge but he tried to hold it off. It would be embarrassing to have gone off earlier than expected and he wouldn't want to be such a bad bed mate.

Ultimately, they were on the brink of collapsing. Carl gripped on to the feline's shoulder and nibbled harshly on his neck, fangs wanting to take him in for a mating bite but he managed to keep himself composed. His canine instinct quickly kicked in and all he wanted was to copulate and breed; that was when it hit it. Teeth snarling and growling in lost pleasure, his thrust had gotten faster and quickly, pushing on to his orgasm and so it did. Despite the fact that he had failed to knot the feline had him cumming like an endless fountain. So much so that a few rivulets of seed traveled down his ass.

It was interminable. Six shots, seven, eight... nine! "Fuck! Ahh!!" Carl bellowed and howled to the moon, finally inseminating the man who would be called as his own. Tongue rolled out and panted like an exhausted dog, he stayed to where he wanted to be and his streams had finally subsided. Chris was in heaven as he felt the flood gates open. To be one... finally... with another... his heart practically jumped as he felt the comfort of another mate.

Paws riled up to his erection and savoured the feeling of getting fucked in the ass. If someone had stated how undeniably hot it was to be filled like this, he would have believed them in a split second. That shaft had yet to even pull itself out and he never wanted that to end. Moaning away like a bitch in heat, the feline let lose a roar of insatiable hunger of sex and he was finally done. Ropes after ropes of it landed right up to his sweaty body while the rest plastered itself on to the wolf. At least two to three had landed right up his arm but Carl smiled at the feline's masterpiece.

Call it a kink but Carl loved watching a cock burst into streams of man juices. Those thick texture of cum was what he lived for, to watch them coat on to another man like a true male. Their potent juices were strong enough to elicit a certain scent of arousal and that was what he had expected from him. It had finally slowed and he watched tensely at the remains as it flowed like a river of sweet kitty batter.

"Mm... beautiful... just beautiful..."

"Not so bad yourself, pup." Chris breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now we're up to name calling?"

"Not really but I liked the sound of it."

"Cheeky bastard," the wolf licked and nuzzled onto his mate's heavily scented fur. "You smell incredible."

"That's cause both of us do." Chris turned around and hugged on to the wolf like he wanted to. He didn't care if they were caked with cum but as long as they were together, he thought nothing of it. "Don't leave me... please..."

"Shh... I will never leave you. I promise."

And from that day onwards, Chris had finally found his right person.

The next few months had them clocked over time but they were always together during lunch; occasionally dating on the weekends and pretty much the talk of the office. However, that particular night, Carl had something to catch up on and that left him to fend for himself as the night came.

"Been long, huh?" Luke popped up a bag of peanuts and poured onto a bowl.

"Yeah. Kinda missed this place." He laughed and took up a pawful of peanuts. "It's... ironic."

"What is?" The bear interjected.

"That we're having a bag of this when this was what started it all."

"And this is where it came from," he took out another bag but this time, labeled chips rather than the known nuts.

"Feh... unexpected."

Luke nodded and chomps another mouthful of it. "You won't know when something like this would happen. Never judge something until you know it and looking in deeper, you've finally found the nut that was hard to crack open."

Chris stirred on his drink and nodded slowly. "I'm glad."

"For?"

"That he picked me."

"He picked you up from this very bar," his large bear paw cupped on to the feline's chin and gave him a gentle kiss on lips. "This is for keeping in faith."

Chris chuckled and blushed for a moment. "He did not pick me up from this bar."

"I have proof. Well, not solid proof but from what I saw."

At this, he had to wonder where the bear was getting at.

"Remember your first glory hole blowjob?"

"How did you know that?!"

Luke stifled a guffaw and held on to his bearish belly. "You don't think I installed that hole for show, would cha'? On that day, when you were in that very room, I knew you took longer than usual with just a simple pee job. Heck, you got a blow job from Carl himself. I watched him walked out from that very same bathroom when you got out a second later. That's when I told myself, damn you got a handsome guy blowing you off."

Was this... true...?

"You were hazed by that, weren't cha? Thought so when you wobbled out there. Carl sat right at the opposite and from that day, I saw him looking at you like a predator waiting after its prey. Those wolfish eyes of his had you locked and he never wanted to look at another. Still wondering what if you didn't dig in deeper?"

Chris sat there while trying to process it all in. He was that guy! As he recalled, the wolf didn't want a mushy romance thing happening in the toilet cubicle. Oh, he was a damn dirty liar. "He's gonna get it, tonight. I swear."

"Getting raunchy, huh? I like that. Well, you go do what you need to do. Meanwhile, business is slow, I've got Mr.Cheetah here to get things done," he pointed over to the leaned and ripped feline. "He's got such a handsome tush."

"You've fucked him?"

"Few times. He asked for it. That very night, he tried to flirt with me and locked down to mah junk like a sex deprived kitty. Tell ya', he's one sexy stud and works a fantastic muzzle too."

"Perhaps next time,"

And the next time it was. He had gotten a call and knew it was from Carl himself. The wolf turned in early and wanted to catch a late night movie together. An agreement was made and the feline paid for what he drank. Giving a nod towards the bear, he was off.

The night was slightly cold but merciful. His thick coat helped a wee bit from the weather but what stood in front of him was even better. Carl extended his arms and warmth the cat in, purring at the wonders of just a simple hug. He made it; he made it out from the race of relationship and hoped this would last till he breathed his last.

He was picked up.

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