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Zachary Chester was the first guy I ever dated. He was absolutely everything guys like me dreamed about when they pictured that dreamboat high school crush.

He was fit, one of the best baseball players and best runner at our school. He was a Cheetah, so that made sense. He was popular too, everyone liked him. He was one of those nice guys that everyone just got along with. Always polite and thoughtful, if a little on the quiet side. But that just added a bit of mystery to his appeal. And he had money, which was never a bad thing, so whatever he might have lacked was easily forgotten, not that anyone ever thought he was lacking anything.

Not even me. Not at first.

I was an Arctic Fox, white all over. My social status was average, maybe a little lower depending on who you asked. I was neither hated nor admired by the bulk of the student body, with the exception of a few homophobes. I was in shape, enough to get by anyway. And fast, enough to have almost made it onto the cross-country team during tryouts. But spots filled up fast, with a few of my friends joking that it was because so many people wanted to get on the team with Zach. Which I thought might have been true.

Because I, just like practically every girl and gay guy at the school, was infatuated with Zachary Chester. I had had three classes with him junior year, and consequently my GPA had suffered a minor dip. Too many times falling into those hopeless daydreams of being the lucky person who got to date him I guess. Not that I knew he was gay then. I couldn't even say whether or not I was certain he was gay now. It was just an idle fantasy that maybe he _could_be.

It started, I learned later, a week before I thought it started. It was during senior year. Not because we were both now eighteen and legal you understand, that's just when it happened. I would have given myself over to him freshman year if he had asked. It was indirectly through my friend Donny, who had actually managed to get on the cross-country team. I always used it as my convenient excuse to covertly ogle the Cheetah.

...What, no, I'm just here to watch my German Shepard friend...

I was on the field talking to him when the coached called him over for something. Naturally, while I waited I looked around for Zach. Oh, there he was, running on a part of the track that ran past me. I always enjoyed how light running outfits had to be. The air whipped his clothes around, teasingly hugging around little sections of his firm body for just split seconds at a time. That was okay. It would have been enough just to watch his golden hair flowing around his Hollywood-worthy face. Yeah, I had it bad.

I waited for him to get closer, so I could see the icy blue of his eyes. Little specs then bigger, closer. Even from far away they looked dreamy. My eyes were pretty much the same color, but I couldn't pull them off anywhere near as well. Not that I was unattractive. I mean yeah yeah modesty and what not, I wasn't in league with Zachary definitely, no one really was, but I had had enough misinformed girls and closeted guys ask me out to feel confident enough in my own appearances. It probably helped that Arctic Foxes were less common in this part of the country, so I had that bit of exotic boost.

Zach didn't need that though. There was just something about him that took your breath away. Blue, perfect eyes in that golden fu-

Oh shit had he been looking at me the whole time? Shit, quick turn away, play it cool, I wasn't staring...

I looked for Donny, but he wasn't anywhere I could see. So I just stood there, alone, trying to pretend I was deep in thought or something. Oh wait, there was Donny helping the coach with some box. Had I looked away long enough? Okay back to-

Crap there he was don't stare directly at him!

He was on the grass now, moderately close to me, his left profile breathing heavily, drawing attention to his chest. Damn I wanted him so bad. Maybe it had been a good thing that I didn't make the team, those shorts would have done nothing to hide my admiration. Especially not after what happened next.

I had seen it happen just a few times before. Definitely not often enough, never having had the pleasure of taking P.E. with the Cheetah, but enough to know the opportunity couldn't be wasted. So I watched as discreetly as I could as Zachary Chester pulled up on the hem of his shirt and peeled the sweaty cloth over his head, exposing his bare slightly-damp furred torso to the world. I could have melted. Every muscle on his body was perfect, glowing gold and peppered with black spots on his back and sides. Looking back I guess I did stare a bit more openly then I thought I did. But damn it how the hell was I supposed to know that he had been watching me from the corner of his eye? I was a nobody by his standards, a familiar but forgettable face. How could I have known he had done the whole thing for my benefit? When he had purposely looked over and waved at me, still shirtless and flashing me one of those pants-dropping smiles? I couldn't have known. All I could do was meekly wave back. We knew each other well enough, the wave was just friendly, the shirtless-ness just lucky chance. Not even the part of me that daydreamed about him actually thought he could like...well, be physically attracted to, guys. And especially not that he would single me out of all the others when he could have had anyone.

He quickly stretched out his arms, maybe slower then he needed to (well, I guess now I knew it was slower), and then ran back onto the track, leaving his sweaty shirt behind. When Donny came back he caught me looking back and forth between the discarded shirt and my wet dream.

"Maybe he'll forget it and you can bring it back to him." he jeered.

My white fur gave off a little pink. "Screw you."

But then, by what I thought was chance, that's exactly what happened. After all the runners went into the locker rooms to change and shower I noticed that Zachary had, in fact, forgotten his shirt out on the grass. So yeah, maybe it was little weird to return someone's sweaty shirt, maybe I should have just left it there or just told him about it, but maybe it wouldn't have mattered.

I picked it up, making sure no one was around to see me do it. Most people knew by now that I was gay, I had never done much to hide it, and like I said aside from a few homophobes (who may have contributed a little to my speed) I didn't get much grief about it. Still, it was one thing to be the gay guy, and another to be the guy that took other guys' sweaty clothes when no one else was around.

So I waited outside the entrance with the shirt hiding behind my back. I could have gone in, but even guys who wouldn't otherwise mind me get a little uneasy if I showed up in the middle of their various stages of undress. I had hoped the Cheetah would come out before Donny (ha!) but no luck there. And Donny, being Donny, just gave me a huge unbelieving smile when he saw what I was hiding and left to wait for me at his car. A few other guys gave me questioning stares since I hadn't left with him, but they had the decency not to wait around and see what I was doing. When Zach finally came out I almost chickened out, even if he was now re-shirted in his civilian clothing. Almost, but no luck.

"Zach." I called out to him, and then held out his shirt.

I guess I should have noticed the way his eyes were less surprised-at-his-own-forgetfulness and more of something else, but I was distracted by the fact that they were staring into mine.

"Oh! Wow, thanks. Heh, that would have really sucked if I forgot this."

Did I mention how great his voice was? "Yeah. You left it on the field."

But when he came over to grab it he stepped too close, both reminding me of the definition of personal space and that he was taller than I was.

"Thanks a lot," he said. "I owe you one."

My nose picked up the unmistakable scent of musk. I looked at his fur and realized then that he hadn't showered, just changed. For a second my nostrils flared, instinctively breathing in the smell. I thought it was subtle, it wasn't. His eyes momentarily darted to them, then back to mine. We both knew he had noticed.

"Just uh, be more careful with it," I mumbled nervously.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I will." He didn't say anything about me smelling him, and I didn't want to wait for him to.

"See you," I smiled before walking away, trying really hard to keep my paces normal. To me it had all just been luck; I got to see Zach shirtless, got to talk to him for a second, and even inhaled his scent without getting called out on it. Holding his shirt hadn't been so bad either.

I had no idea I had just past some sort of test.

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A week later found me in the library, searching the shelves for a usable research book on Clarence Thomas to fulfill the one text source requirement. It was Friday and I wanted to get as much of it done over the weekend as I could, so I had come right at the start of lunch after English. My friends had gone to get their lunches, so I was alone.

I bent down to pull a book out from the bottom and-"ah!" A small cascade of books rained down on my head. "The hell!?"

"Fag," I heard from the other side of shelf, accompanied by a few little stabs of laughter. At the end of the isle appeared George and Albert, a Lion and Ferret respectively, two of my usual low level tormentors.

"Assholes," I muttered, rubbing at my sore head. Some of those books had been heavy.

"You want a cock up yours?" George sneered.

"You still have to pay me for last time," I countered.

"Ha," he scoffed. "You wish."

"Yeah," I agreed as I stood up. Then I thrust my hips up and rubbed my middle finger down over an imaginary vagina. "I want you so bad George."

"Fag," he repeated as they walked away, visibly uncomfortable now.

Yeah you better run, assholes.

As soon as they were gone my hand went back to my head. Damn it that freaking hurt. I think my vision actually got fuzzy at one point there. When I turned around to pick the books back up a blue-eyed Cheetah had appeared behind me.

"Hey Vincent."

I yelped a little in surprise.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed hastily with a laugh. "Didn't mean to freak you out."

I quickly tried to regain my composure. "No, sorry. I was just uh...distracted." He nodded then bent down to pick up the books. I followed quickly. "Thanks."

He smiled kindly. "Sure." My face started to feel warm, so I turned away to hide my blush as we rose to replace the books. "You shouldn't let them get to you."

At that I actually laughed, surprising him.

"I don't. I've dealt with way worse than those two. Although..." I held up an encyclopedia of court cases, "I think this one actually got me pretty good."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I assured him. "Don't worry about it." He stared at me for a moment with a look that was almost like concern.

I put the last book back on the shelf and was about to thank him when suddenly he says, "Do you want to hang out with me after school?"

Needless to say I hadn't been expecting that.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"It's Friday," he reminded me. "Do you want to hang out after school?"

Now I know, based on everything I've said before, that you'd think I would be jumping at the chance to say yes. But truth was I had just been harassed by morons, I suddenly recalled he had noticed me smelling him, and I felt a little reluctant to accept weird invitations from out of the blue.

"What for?" I asked. I guess that was sort of blunt. It definitely looked like I had thrown him off. Guess he hadn't thought that I might have not immediately said yes.

"Uh...we could get something to eat. I have money, I can pay for you."

Some gears in my head started moving. This was starting to sound like...

"Don't you have practice?"

"I can skip."

...This was weird. He didn't seem like he was trying to pull something. I didn't think he was that kind of person either.

"I-I don't know, I have this report to work on..."

He laughed with hints of embarrassment and confusion in his voice. "Come on Vince, please?"

I could actually see the pleading in his eyes, and then I realized just who it was that was practically asking me out. Hello? What if this really wasn't a trick?

"Uh, yeah," I relented. "Sure, okay."

His face lit up with controlled excitement. "Awesome. Wait for me at the gate yeah?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Cool." He smiled at me in a way that made my groin tingle. "See you after school."

"Yeah," I said again as he left, "see ya."

I blinked. And breathed. Keep it cool. Keep it cool, keep...okay now freak out. What was I doing? Going to eat with Zachary Chester? Wha-

And then the excitement started coming in. I mean holy shit I was going out to eat with Zachary Chester! Was he gay? Was this a date, or was he feeding me out of pity? I didn't care, in a few hours I would be sitting down with the heartthrob of the entire school. I smiled, then I giggled, and I might have even squeed at one point. So obviously I spent the whole rest of the day zoned out, only half aware of everything else around me. My brain was being occupied by various scenarios involving the Cheetah and myself. They ranged from friendly to romantic to downright dirty and drool worthy. When my last class finished I practically ran to the school entrance, but he wasn't there yet. Two minutes later Donny called.

"Hey, are we hanging out with your cousin and those guys today?"

"Oh, yeah no I forgot. I'm gonna go eat with someone today, sorry."

"What? Who?"

"Uh, Zachary Chester."

"What?" he laughed. "Zachary Chester?"

"Yes."

It took him a moment to realize I was serious. "Zachary Chester? What, like on a date?" His voice was full of insinuation.

"Shut up," I groaned. "It's not like that."

"No?"

"No. He saw me getting picked on by George and Albert and I guess he felt bad about it."

This made the bastard laugh even more. "So it's a pity date?"

"Hey," I defended, "if it's with Zach I'll go on any kind of date."

Oh crap did anyone hear that? Didn't look like it...

"Oooh man, haha. Just, wow. Whatever, fine, have fun on you pity date."

"Screw you." I said before hanging up.

Soon after, Zachary showed up. He gave me simple hey and we made our way to his car. A few people did actually look over as they saw me get into his car. Everyone that sneaked glances as the Cheetah knew I wasn't one of his usual companions.

I kind of liked the attention.

"So where are we going?" I asked, partly to steady some of my nerves. What if he turned out to be a psychopath and was going to drive me out to some remote location to murder me?

"I was thinking of this cool Italian place. Does that sound fine?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Cool. You can turn on the radio if you want, whatever you wanna listen to."

"Okay, sure."

We rode for a while without talking, unless you counted me mumbling along to various songs. I didn't really mind the silence, it was just really awesome to be riding in a car with Zachary on our way to a restaurant.

"Do you get bullied a lot?" he asked after a while.

"Huh, oh, not really." Damn it, maybe this was a pity date. "Most people at school aren't that open about hating me. Like I said, don't worry about it."

He thought about this for a while. "Do you ever wish people didn't know about you?"

I started wondering if Zachary had been struggling with some identity issues. Later I would think that I had been right, and I was, just...not quite in the way I had thought.

"No," I answered honestly. "I wish some people weren't so stupid about it, but I don't have a problem with being who I am." He smiled during another thoughtful silence. Then he laughed a bit. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "Um, your just really cool Vincent, you know that?"

My face flushed again. I had a feeling that was going to happen a lot today. I had no idea. "Yeah." I answered, and this time we both laughed. I was in a car laughing with Zachary Chester. And I wasn't being a complete spaz about it. Best freaking day ever.

The restaurant turned out to be pretty fancy, and when we got out of the car I actually tried to talk him out of it. It looked expensive, and while it wasn't necessarily a place you needed to dress really nice for, I suddenly realized that I had a small but noticeable stain on the neckline of my shirt. But Zach assured me it was fine, and in a few minutes we were seated and waited and had drinks brought over. He drank from his coke and I from my pink lemonade as we both thought of something to say.

Finally he asked, "What made you decide to come out?"

"What do you mean?"

"That day in English, freshman year remember?" He seemed surprised that I didn't remember. What I did remember was how lucky I was that English was the only class I had with Zach, otherwise freshman year might have been a bad first year, grade wise. "We were talking about Romeo and Juliet and Ms. Boberts was asking people to describe what an ideal lover would be like. And then when she asked you, you started using 'he' instead of 'she.'"

"Oh, that." I took another sip from my drink. "That wasn't me coming out."

"Huh?" He was clearly very confused.

I shrugged. "I've been out since like the sixth grade man. That was just me answering honestly."

The surprised look on his face was controlled. Zachary was always more or less reserved. Still, his face was actually kind of funny. "I uh, oh."

"I mean," I began explaining, "I guess that was sort of one of the first times people would have really heard about it during high school, but uh, yeah."

"Oh." Then he laughed. "I thought that was you being, like, yeah I'm gay but so what, you know?"

"Heh, yeah no I was just, answering honestly."

"Okay," he nodded. "Still though, that seems kind of like your attitude about it."

"Yeah, it pretty much is. Like I said, I don't have a problem with who I am."

"That's just, really...admirable."

"Thanks," I smiled. And for a moment we were just smiling at each other and I felt happy little knots build up in my chest. His dreamy blue eyes were drawing me in, and I couldn't think of a reason to fight it. If only I knew for certain whether or not this was a date.

Hey, there's an idea. We were sort of on the topic anyway...

"What about you?" I asked, drawing us out of our staring contest.

"Hm?"

"I mean..." Let's see, how to word this, "how do you handle being straight? Or..."

You know that kind of wobbly higher pitched way your voice gets when you're_really_ nervous? Like, when you had to tell your parents that you did something that you knew you were going to get in trouble for? My voice sounded kind of like that. The way Zachary smiled, I thought it was because he knew what I was trying to ask. And it was, but looking back, I think that might have been another thing I didn't quite hit the mark on.

"Hmm. I guess you could say, 'or'..."

My heart was pounding in my chest. "Or," I repeated. "Or like...an alternative to straight?"

"Um," he laughed, "yeah."

Okay. Or, I can work with or.

"So...this...what would you call this?"

"This?"

"Yeah, us." Oh man don't say us. "I mean, this. Eating, at a restaurant. Is...I mean...would you, call it a...date?"

At this point I was looking at him through my eyelashes, head bent down in embarrassment. He let out single nice little laugh. "Well, I guess I'd like it to be, if you want it to be." As cool as I wish I was, I'm pretty sure I had a big dopey grin on my face when I said yes. "Okay then," he agreed. "Then I guess we're on a date."

I nodded, trying to take control back over my face. "Okay. Cool."

"Yeah," he agreed.

We were both silent for a while.

"So what should we do now?" I asked.

"I guess, this is when we start asking each other personal questions and get to know each other better."

"Okay," I agreed. "Have you ever dated anyone before?"

Beat. "No. You?"

"No." I answered. "So, what made you ask me?"

He gave me a heart-melting smile before answering. I remember how much I loved his answer, memorizing each word to make sure I'd remember them the rest of my life.

You get what you pay for I guess.

"I'm not really sure how to describe it... You're special Vincent. You're not afraid of who you are, and you don't let things get to you. And then, something about you, like it makes me feel like...like I don't to try so hard to be someone I'm not, you know? Like I can just be myself, and you'll like my anyway 'cause...I really like you, and I feel like...we're the same."

I'd crushed over boys left and right all my life, but Zachary was the first boy who ever reciprocated my feelings. Even that early in our relationship, I remembering being so overcome with just how much I suddenly felt for him. Everything about him was perfect, from his colors to the sound of his voice to even just the way he moved his body. He was this perfect creature that had somehow stumbled upon our universe and somehow I had managed to capture his heart.

We talked and even flirted a little as our food was brought out to us and we started eating. Zachary told me about his parents, about how sometimes he felt like they were always expecting more of him. I'd never once thought that Zachary Chester of all people would resent his popularity, but he said it made him feel like everyone was always watching what he was going to do next. With a little bit of shame I admitted how I had always admired his popularity and appearance, but that I was also always much more attracted to how nice and friendly he was.

"It's okay Vincent. I know you're not like that. And anyway, if it was going to happen, I'm glad it at least helped me get noticed by you."

To be validated like that by him felt amazing. It made me feel like I really was special. I was the one person at the school who was capable of making Zach feel loved for who he was rather than his status.

I told him about when I first started letting people at my elementary school know that I was gay. There was a boy I liked who I thought might've liked me too, so I wanted him to know that I liked guys. It didn't end well. Kids were mean at that school. High school, as strange as it sounded, had actually been an improvement. But on the plus side I had gotten into enough fights to learn to defend myself decently. Zach listened carefully, making me feel like he really sympathized with me. Somehow it made all the bad feelings attached with those memories easier to deal with.

By the time we had finished eating I felt so attached to him it felt like we had been together forever.

"Are you doing anything today?" he asked as we went back into his car.

"No," I answered. I had planned on working on my paper, but that was now clearly one of the last things on my mind.

"Do you want to come to my house?"

"Yes." I answered too quickly, making him smile. I guess maybe the implication should have been obvious, and I'm not saying I was completely oblivious to it, but when I answered yes really what I was actively thinking was just that I didn't want the time we were spending together to end. As we drove Zachary grabbed at my hand and held it the entire way. And again I was amazed at how much more I was capable of feeling. It seemed like every minute we spent together was making my heart swell bigger and bigger. I loved him so much at that point, I would have done anything for him.

And then I did.

It was afternoon when we got to his house. It was on the nicer side of town, where all the houses were two stories and separated enough to give each other breathing room and privacy. Zach's had this nice polished look that made it look like it was fresh out of the box from the house store. He parked the car in the driveway and walked me to the front door, still holding my hand. The sun wasn't quite setting yet, but some tall trees at the end of the block were casting shadows over the porch. He paused outside the door and looked at me in a way that made my heart stop.

"I've really been having fun with you Vincent."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Me too."

"I uh, I've actually been wanting to ask you out for a while. So uh." He reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys. Then he pulled out something else. "I got you this."

He held out to me a small, polished, silver chained necklace. At the bottom of it hung a snow-white heart, with a little band of gold wrapped around it.

"I got it custom-made," he informed me from impossibly far away. "The heart's white, like you, and then the gold band is like me holding on."

I lifted a hand and felt over the small hearts smooth surface and the gold's twirling path. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "The chain is real silver." He added when I didn't say anything. "Do you like it?"

I nodded.

"Can I put it on you?"

I nodded again.

Then I felt his fingers on my neck as he stood behind me and brushed the ends of my hair out of the way, connecting the ends of the chain together.

"It looks nice," he said. I must have been every shade of pink by that point.

"Thank you," I whispered, breathlessly.

And then he leaned forward, stared into my eyes for minute before quietly asking, "Can I kiss you?"

I know that they say you're not supposed to kiss on the first date, and personally I had always agreed on that. The first date was about getting to know each other, and kisses should be special, reserved for someone who you had gotten to know, and really thought there was a shot at a future with. But that rule didn't talk about what to do when Zachary Chester was the one who wanted to kiss you. It didn't account for how well I felt like we knew each other already, how ready I was to dive into a future with him in it. And again, it was Zachary Chester. You didn't just say "no thanks, I don't feel like kissing you right now" to him. Especially not someone, and a guy for that matter, like me.

So without the slightest bit of hesitation I let Zach be my first kiss.

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If it's alright with you, I'd rather not get into the details of how that first kiss felt, or how it feels to remember it.

Suffice it to say that first love is a hell of a thing.

x

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When our lips parted his porch light had turned on, giving him just a slight halo around his head, enhancing his already angelic face. I could no longer even begin to fathom how I could have thought anything I had ever felt for anyone before was love. This completely blew everything else out of the water.

"I love you," he whispered to me.

Did I say water? I meant galaxy.

"I love you too," I promised.

He led us inside, up the stairs to his room. His parents weren't home, so we had the entire house to ourselves. After closing the door behind him, I didn't hear the lock, he pulled me back into his arms. I remember feeling embarrassed because my heart was beating hard against his chest and I knew he could feel it, but he just smiled and kissed me again.

We made out for a long time. Then he walked us forward to collapse on his bed, flipping us over so that I was on top of him, lips still locked tight. I whimpered as I felt his arms start to travel around my body, feeling me in places no one ever really had before. I tried to pull my hips away when it became apparent I was getting hard, but then Zach put his hands on my butt and pressed forward. I felt his, hot and stiff against mine, and I almost came right there. I wasn't even yet sure how far we we're going to go but the way Zach kept one hand squeezing my rear clouded any hesitation I might have otherwise had. Yeah, we were rushing in, and a part of me knew that, but I wasn't kidding when I said I thought the Cheetah was the dreamiest guy ever. I wanted this. I didn't care if Zach was going to break up with me the next day (which he didn't), I had to experience him, even just once.

Hey, I never said I was a saint.

My hands started getting braver and I began to let them feel up the chest that I had dreamed about too many times to count. It was so much better than I could have ever hoped for, especially when Zach made noises of appreciation into my mouth. Whenever my fingers brushed over one of his nipples I thought I was going to lose it.

One of his hands crept under my shirt and I could feel my body reacting amazingly to the touch of his fingers on my bare fur. The hand that was on my butt followed suit, tucking under my jeans and underwear to grope my bare cheek. I broke the kiss as I let out a gasp, and he just smiled and did it again.

Well, I thought, if we were getting brave...

I sat up on top of him, then pulled him up with me so that I was now straddling his waist. My hands snaked under his shirt and began to lift it up. He was smiling now like a predator, and lifted his arms to let me get it the rest of the way off of him. I took just a second to admire the Cheetah's body. How often had I fantasized about it? And now here it was, bare and exposed, all for me. Zach pulled me in for another kiss as my hands quickly began to roam over the hills and valleys that made up the Cheetah's musculature, fingers ravenous to feel up every last inch of it. I rubbed his stomach, groped his chest and arms, and even surprised myself when my kissing started moving away from his mouth and down to his neck. Horny autopilot I guess. When I felt him gently push me back I was actually almost annoyed, but then his fingers pulled up on the hem of my shirt and I realized what he wanted. In just a few more seconds my shirt was discarded onto the floor and Zachary's eyes drank up the sight of me, predator smile still in place.

"Beautiful," he murmured. I would have blushed, but suddenly I was too busy making out with him again. His hands began to copy my actions, feeling every bare bit of me.

Then in just a second he rolled us over again with a growl, and then his body was on top of mine. One of his hands reached down through my jeans and grabbed my erect dick, giving it a single hard squeeze that made me squirm and moan loudly. I felt so incredibly vulnerable and exposed as he looked down on me with that hungry smile, his fingers doing things to that I couldn't believe. My ears flattened and my tail curled in submission. He brought his lips down and kissed me possessively, growling again into the back of my throat.

I loved every moment of it.

Too soon he let stopped and looked down on me again.

"How much do you love me?" he asked.

Again, in hindsight I should have understood the implication, but I was so love drunk that the only dots I could connect were that he asked me a question and I had the answer.

"More than anything," I answered honestly. Love drunk, remember?

"Can we try something?" he asked.

"Okay." I answered, honest again. Everything was on the table just then.

He got up, which I didn't like, but I let myself catch my breath as I watched him reach under his bed and pull out a box. He smiled at me before opening it, reminding me that yeah, I would do anything he wanted. When the lid came off he pulled something out and showed it to me.

"Can I put this on you?" he asked.

In one hand was a black dog collar, patterned with shiny red hearts all along the outside. In the other was a leash.

And in the air around them, context. Bondage. Heavy domination and submission. Master and pet play. Sadism and Masochism. I'd never really thought I'd do any of those things. My erection pulsed.

Like I said, I wasn't a saint.

"...What do you want me to do?" I asked hesitantly.

But he just smiled reassuringly. "Nothing," he chuckled. "You don't have to call me master or act like a dog or anything. But I'd just really like it if you put it on, for me?" My hand went to my neck, rediscovering my forgotten gift. "It really turns me on," he added.

And, really, I guess that was all the reason I needed at that point to say yes. But my mind needed just a second longer to agree with my groin.

"...Can I keep my necklace on?" I asked, not really sure why, just knowing I wanted to.

"Yeah," he assured me with another chuckle.

"...okay."

He beckoned me forward to sit on the edge of his bed, and just like with the necklace I felt his fingers brush my neck as he put the collar in place. My heart drummed in my chest with how strange and strangely arousing the whole thing was. It didn't help that he was standing up in front of me so I was able to just openly stare at the outline of his erect member through his jeans as it twitched and throbbed. When the leash was securely attached he gave just a slight tug, snapping me out of my lust-fueled daze.

"Do you want it?" he asked, giving himself a grope.

I looked up and saw him smiling in that way that I had always loved. Friendly, but also just a little cocky. Words weren't worth the trouble of trying to articulate at that point.

"Uh hu."

"Then open it." It didn't sound like a command. He wasn't using a strong, controlling voice like you would expect given the circumstances. Instead he just used his own voice, his dreamy handsome friendly nice guy voice that made me weak in the knees. A suggestion, but one you both knew you really wanted to take. Somehow taking orders from that voice was even hotter.

One of his hands gently petted my ear as mine went up to his pants-button and shakily slipped it out through the hole. Then down went the zipper, and with a little help from the Cheetah, his jeans. Now all that was left were his heavily tented boxers.

Before I could go any farther I felt him pull up tightly on the leash, signaling me to stand up, and also sending an unexpected wave of arousal through my body. He kept tugging until my lips were pulled toward his, and while we kissed his other hand undid my jeans. When he let me go I stepped out of them, leaving us both in nothing but our socks and underwear. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and used the leash to guide me down between his knees.

"Come on," he encouraged, tugging on the waistband of his boxers with a thumb.

I reached out and pulled, slow but steady, until finally with a bounce I was face to face with Zachary Chester's erect cock.

I felt him place a paw on my head to scratch my ear again as I stared fascinated at the way it pulsed and twitched before me. This had definitely been worth four years of aimless fawning.

I pulled his underwear the rest of the way off his legs, blankly noticing that he actually had taken off his socks too, though I couldn't remember when. Didn't matter, I forgot about it as quickly as I noticed it. The only thing that mattered at that moment was that I was sitting in my underwear between the legs of a completely naked and completely horny Zachary Chester.

He tugged lightly on the collar, reminding me that I wasn't just there to admire. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, reveling in the heat it gave off. I mean holy crap I was actually touching it. Zach mmmd appreciatively as I pumped it a few times, letting my fingers feel the entire length of it. I'd never been so horny in my life, but I suddenly realized I wasn't quite sure what to do. I mean, I _knew_the basic idea of course, but I didn't know exactly how to go about it. Zach seemed to notice my hesitation and decided to give me some help.

"Use both hands."

I did, closing my other fingers around the lower half as my heart hammered in my chest. I stroked up and down a few more times, trying not to moan outloud. Then my hands got curious, and one moved away from his shaft and felt its way down to his balls. I cupped them, suddenly having to suppress an urge to squeeze, and instead rolled them around in my palm. I'd never paid that much attention to my own, but feeling his in my grasp felt amazing. For a while we were just like that, my hands familiarizing themselves with the weight of his balls and the volume of his dick while his hand just continued to pet my ear. A bead of pre caught my eye as it dribbled down his tip and onto my fingers. I licked my lips reflexively. Zach noticed.

He moved his hand down to my cheek, rubbing it affectionately before pulling the collar forward again.

"Try it."

The leash prevented any sort of hesitation as I was tugged forward. My heart lept up into my throat as his tip poked against my muzzle, coating it in his juice and causing my tongue to lap out instinctively. For the first time I tasted both pre and dick. Salty.

"Ohmmm."

Zachary liked the feeling, so I licked it again. Then a few more times, trying to lap up all the pre that was oozing out of it, making him groan some more.

"You like it?" he asked encouragingly, a little breathlessly.

"Mhmm." I really, really did.

He let out a contented sigh and began petting my head again. I decided I liked that too.

Hungrily I started licking at the sides, and then bent it down to get the top of it too. Slowly but surely I was becoming familiar with Zachary Chester's flavor, and I didn't want to miss out on any of it. My tongue lapped eagerly at the base of his shaft and then up the length of it a few times, trying to get the taste stuck in my mouth, feeling all the textures and contours of his cock on my tongue. Zach enjoyed this for a few minutes before directing me again.

"Hmm, now open your mouth and put it in."

I didn't need to be told twice. I gave it one last elongated lick from base to tip before wrapping my lips around the head and sucked on it lightly, drawing out even more pre.

"Mmmmm good Fox."

Even now his voice was friendly, calming. Which was good because otherwise I might have lost all control of myself. Here was a naked Zachary Chester, holding a leash attached to the collar around my neck over the necklace he had given me, while I was sitting in my underwear between his legs with his dick inside my mouth.

I slid it further down my throat, slowly letting it adjust to the girth. I thought I might be drooling too much, but I'd read that guys didn't like dry blowjobs so maybe that was a good thing. When I'd gone down as far as I could go I pulled back up to suckle on the tip for a bit before going back down again. I repeated this a few times, bobbing my head up and down in his lap as I tried to get more and more of it in my mouth while my tongue covered it in saliva, trying to drink up all his flavor. This was the way to do it right? If it wasn't it should be, I was loving every moment of it. It was almost like a game; every time my muzzle went down I'd try to go a bit further, trying to fit more and more of it in my mouth. I drooled and sucked, worshiping every part of that hunky Cheetah's cock. Sometimes he would lightly hump into my muzzle, sliding himself in and out over my tongue, and other times he would guide my head up and down with his hand, manually bobbing me in his lap.

But I'd also read that it could get boring if you just do the same thing over and over, so I wanted to experiment with a few other ways too. Also my jaw was starting to hurt.

He seemed to have liked it before when I played his balls, so I tried licking them. Carefully at first, since the only real sensation I attributed to them was acute pain. But Zach growled and purred small words of encouragement, making me a bit braver, and I started licking them with more vigor. They shifted and rolled, caught between gravity and my tongue in a way that I quickly started liking. Having Zach's now slick cock rubbing against my face was a plus too. And his balls had that mouthwatering flavor that I now knew was Zach, so at one point I even tried taking them one at a time to suckle on them. Lightly of course, since I was still worried about causing him pain, but if I did he never said so. He just kept stroking my ears and running his fingers affectionately through my hair. His other hand kept the leash tight, not enough to actually be pulling me, but just enough to keep that very slight tug on my neck.

He didn't lean back the way I assumed guys did. Instead he just arched his back a little to give me better access, but while still supporting himself upright with his leash hand. And whenever I looked at him he still had that friendly but still oddly predatory smile. He didn't really roll his head back either, or anything else that that I thought guys did when someone was blowing them. But he was smiling and breathing hard, and petting me, so I assumed it was just part of his reserved personality. A few times I thought that maybe I wasn't doing such a great job, but then he'd moan and tell me what a good fox I was being and my doubts would vanish.

"You like that huh?"

I looked up, feeling my arousal tingle at the sight of his naked panting body looking down at me, and nodded as best I could.

That was another thing I was having trouble figuring out; eye contact. I knew enough to know that some guys preferred it while others didn't. And obviously I hadn't asked so I wasn't sure. Every time I looked up he was watching me, but I could never hold his gaze longer than a few seconds before my face would feel hot(ter) and I'd have to look away.

When my jaw started feeling better I went back to his cock, drinking up the juices it had been leaking on my face and then adding a few more coatings of saliva with my tongue. After a minute I felt his hand move to the back of my head, starting to push me down on it. I tried to relax as much as I could, but soon it was too much and I tried to pull back. No luck. His hand wasn't at all forceful, but it was firm, not letting me budge an inch backwards while his other slowly pulled the collar firmly forward, sliding his cock further into my mouth. I tried to breathe through my nose and take it like a gay man, but too soon it was becoming too much.

I was about to make a muffled complaint when instead it turned into a lusty moan as I felt his bare foot squeezing my forgotten erection. Oddly enough it helped my jaw relax, and he managed to pull me all the way down until my nose bumped against his lower abdomen. I couldn't breathe, my jaw was straining, but I just didn't care anymore.

He dug his heel under the waistband of my underwear, momentarily freeing my hard shaft until it was trapped again between my body and the sole of his foot. He pumped up and down, jacking me off like I had never felt before. I didn't have a foot fetish, but suddenly I was absolutely in love with his feet.

With a boosted moral I started working my tongue along the underside of his dick, letting it marinate in my saliva.

"Pphhwwww thaat's it Vinny."

Ordinarily, I don't let anyone call me Vinny. It's Vincent, thank you very much, or sometimes Vince. But not Vinny. But he could have called me Lulu May for all I cared. I was in absolute horny heaven.

I swallowed reflexively as his juices began to build up in the back of my throat, which he seemed to like. But the lack of oxygen was starting to get to me, and I felt the beginning pinpricks of panic when he finally let me pull back.

I still don't know if it was because he could tell or if the timing was just coincidental.

He let me catch my breath for a moment, but then quickly signaled with a tug on the leash for me to resume. I started sucking on his cock again, and at the same time ground mine into the sole of his perfect foot. I was a little proud that I had managed to hold out this long, but then I felt that earth-shuddering pressure, and with a whimper around his cock, I spasmed and shot into his toes and on my stomach, experiencing the absolute best orgasm of my life.

I'd always thought that I'd be able to go again and again when I was with someone, almost always being able to recharge immediately whenever I took care of my hormones personally, but I was overcome with just how tired and spent my body suddenly felt. I collapsed into his lap, his cock slipping free of my mouth with a suction-y pop. For a second I just rested there, panting and nuzzling into his abdomen and then his hand as he cupped and rubbed the side of my face.

"That a boy Vince," he laughed quietly. "You liked that?"

"Mhm," I nodded into his fur.

He chuckled lightly some more and petted me some more before speaking again. "You made a mess on my foot though. You wanna clean it up for me?"

I was reluctant to leave the comfort of his body, but with all my strength I managed to pick myself back up. "Okay."

I took his offered foot in my hands and looked at the fluid remnants of my euphoria. I started at his heel, licking up along where a drop had trailed down, and so it was that the first drop of cum I ever tasted was my own. It was salty too, but textured differently than precum.

I licked his soles a few more times, just in case he was into that, and then maneuvered my tongue between his toes to lap up the bulk of it. Yeah, the texture was a little funky, but I was pretty sure being able to swallow cum was a good thing so I took the opportunity to get used to it. I looked up to see him jacking himself while watching me, not too slowly. He was probably close. When I had cleaned it up I took a moment to just nuzzle my face into his foot like a stuffed animal, still trying to build up enough energy for what I knew I needed to do next.

"Wanna help me finish?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered in a voice that was almost sleepy. But even the most comfortable bed in the world couldn't have stopped me when he pointed his cock towards me, beckoning me to suck on it again. Now more familiar with its girth and just sobered enough to better control myself, I managed to go deeper than before. His hips bucked lightly, and I felt him reflexively tug on the leash now and again, but he didn't hold me down like last time. He just breathed heavier and heavier as his fingers gripped tightly around the back of my head. When his gripping started to become more firm and his shaft started twitching I knew he was getting close, so I doubled my efforts. A second ago I was spent, but just for this one moment I wanted to make Zachary Chester cum in my mouth.

And finally, with a clenching of his fingers and a breathy moan, I felt his warm seed spurt out into the back of my throat. His hips bucked into me several times, and I was glad I had practiced with my own because I had to swallow several times to make sure I drank all of his sperm. I didn't stop suckling until a good few seconds after the last of his cum had disappeared down my throat.

When he finished I pulled off of him and rested my head on one of his thighs, and for a while we were just looking at each other, smiling and trying to catch our breaths. Zach was stroking my cheek again and I nuzzled into his loving hand.

"I love you Vincent," he murmured quietly with smile.

"I love you too Zachary."

At that point in time everything felt perfect.

It still felt perfect even after he tugged on my leash and pulled me up for a kiss.

Then, less so when he held my head in place and stared to pull back on my collar, holding it firmly and choking me for a few seconds.

When he stopped I pulled out of the kiss and stared at him angrily, but then he smiled and chuckled like it was just a joke and kissed me again.

My heart fluttered and my knees got weak. Anger turned to annoyance, which became just peeved, until finally all the resentment I should have felt melted away into stupid, stupid love.

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If there are any inaccuracy's with the adulty stuff...yeah...

Ugh, I feel gross now. But I love Vincent, he's my brain baby.

Also it usually takes me like at least two months for my other series, and I got this first chapter out in under a week. I don't know what's up with that.

Seconds ago I knew what I was going to write here, and now I've forgotten. So i'll skip to the end.

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Seriously. Don't.

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