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The little thirteen year old grey wolf sat quietly in the passenger seat of his father's car in his favorite skirt. The boy looked the perfect image of a girl with his brushed soft black hair like the night sky weaved into a silky hood. It fell lazily over one eye and was tied away from the other by a pink bow. The car stopped along the side of the road. Visible through the window was the park beyond.

Rory loved to come to this park during summer; so many faces to see, and not one that recognized him. He lived in a small coastal town with the ocean on one side and a thick wood on the other. Cubs rarely came here but for summer. They flocked by the hundreds once school stopped. "Alright, son, out you get." His father said in a distinctly Irish accent. Rory turned to his father, looking so much like a little girl and smiled big.

"Thanks, daddy," he called out as he slipped out of the car with a small book in hand and left the older wolf to whatever it was he had planned for that day.

The summer sun shone high in the sky. The park was alive with life now that the cubs were free of schooling for the season. Kits, cubs and pups ran exuberantly through the uncovered field of grass. Rory strode happily through it all, to a hill on the far side of the park, the only thing between the field and the woods beyond.

Rory had spent many a day on that hill; watching the sun set over the trees, reading or even just thinking to himself. His bench remained at the top of the hill like it always did. He sat down, taking particular care to keep those thin legs of his together, lest he seem not-so-girly. The usual peace he came here to find was muffled by the blissful cries of fifty cubs, playing their games but Rory didn't mind at all.

He wore a white and pale blue skirt with a shirt to match. After making sure none could see him, he lifted his skirt to rearrange his member. Rory had gone out dressed as a girl for as long as he could remember. He didn't leave the house too often, being homeschooled, but whenever he did, he went as a girl. In the recent years it had become increasingly more difficult to comfortably wear the panties he was bought.

His member had grown significantly in the past two years and he found that now, more than ever, that wearing the costume turned him on. Now was such a case. His modest uncut member had stiffened in his panties. But Rory had learned a neat trick for solving that. He simply laid his four-and-a-half inch cocklet against his pubis and lower stomach and released the waistband of his panties, letting the elastic hold his hard penis against his body.

It worked most of the time, but it never dampened his erections. He opened his book to where he had marked his place with a piece of scarlet ribbon and delved once again into another world. The words came to life in his mind and he did not even hear the other sit upon the bench beside him, until he spoke.

"H-hey," the cheetah boy stuttered with a timid smile. Rory looked up and smiled.

"Hey yourself," Rory answered with the cutest smile he could muster.

"I'm Jaime." He introduced as Rory closed his book again. He opened his mouth to introduce himself, and the words caught in his throat for a moment.

"I'm... Rose." Rory couldn't explain why the words came out so clumsily, he had introduced himself to countless others as 'Rose' before.

There was a short moment before Jaime smiled back and reached out a paw. "It's nice to meet you, Rose." Rory took the paw and shook it before moving a little closer to the cheetah boy. He looked to be the same age as Rory. The wolf could not help but notice the fierce green eyes of the boy and his strong grip.

"Are you new here, Jaime?"

"Yeah, I've only been here a week. My mom took me here for a vacation."

"Aw, okay!" Rory bounced in his spot a little, moving ever so slightly closer. "I live here. Have all my life. Do you like it?"

"I, yeah, I guess. It's beautiful. But I don't know anyone. All my friends are back at home."

"Oh, that's no good. I'll be your friend, if you want."

Jaime smiled wide then before nodding. "Yeah, that'd be really awesome."

"Yay!" He cried as he threw his arms around the cheetah. The hug was short but sweet. He giggled softly. "Sorry, I just don't have too many friends. I'm homeschooled."

"That's okay, I like a good hug." He smiled warmly.

"I come up here to think. It's beautiful in the woods." The girly wolf raised his arm and pointed out toward a far off mountain. "There's a river and a freshwater pond about a five minute walk that way."

His eyes followed Rory's hand out into the woods before he lowered it."I could show you sometime, if you like... Maybe tomorrow, if you're coming here."

"I'm here now." He looked over at him and caught his cheeky smile.

"But I don't have a bikini or anything. I can't go swimming." He couldn't deny that he would want to, though. It was the perfect kind of day for a nice swim in the cool pond, and the thought of being nearly naked with him was one that sent tingles through him.

"We don't have to swim. I just want to see it. Please?" Rory hopped up before he answered.

"Sure! Come on, this way!" He started down the hill and Jaime was hot on his heels. Rory ran gracefully as he could, weaving between trees as Jaime followed quickly, almost completely catching up to the wolf boy.

Just as Jaime was closing in, the wind from the run pulled the back of Rory's skirt up, revealing the panty-clad bubble butt beneath. When he noticed, Rory kept his speed for enough time to make sure that his skirt stayed up for a moment. It was more than enough to give Jaime a good look. "Well come on, slow poke! I thought you cheetahs were fast." He teased as he turned around. They slowed to a walk together.

Rory stole glances at Jaime's body as they walked. He wore a short sleeved shirt and shorts that stopped before his knee. "You have very strong looking legs." Rory put on his best timid expression as he eyed the youth's fit legs.

"Uh, thanks. Yours are nice too." They passed under a natural arch of tree branches and the pond was at their feet, a shallow thing with water so clear you could see every detail. Water rushed from the small river into the pond with a calming, soft susurrus.

"The sound of water is... kind of making me need to... you know." Jaime said nervously.

"Oh, oh. Yeah, I understand. Go ahead, I won't look." He covered his eyes with a paw.

"Okay. You... uh, you could if you want to. I was just telling you that I needed to... go."

"Oh..." Not to seem overly eager, Rory lowered his paw and looked away from his crotch.

He still didn't look down when he heard the rush of urine into the water. Jaime focused on his own member and that gave Rory a chance to steal a glance. The cross-dressing wolf boy had seen few enough penises but he knew a hard one when he saw it. This one was at least half hard and already as big as Rory's own.

The foreskin was pulled back halfway over the cock tip and urine flowed steadily from the end. Ignoring the urine altogether, Rory wondered what it would be like to take the cheetah's parts into his mouth. He found himself fantasizing about it. About the hard cock filling his maw and about the hot cum running down his face. He lost himself in lust for a moment longer than he thought.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He heard Jaime say. His eyes widened in terror but he had one card left and he thought it was time to play it.

"You know, Jaime, you're really cute." The turned to each other and Jaime looked down at Rory with a thin smile. They both knew what was going to happen now; they were each just waiting for the other to make the move. Rory knew that he would have to do it. He threw his arms around Jaime's shoulders and kissed him square on the lips. He felt the half-hard member against his thigh as he stood on his toes.

They each opened their mouths, allowing each other in. Neither really knew what they were doing but they gave it their all, nonetheless. Fueled by lust, Rory grinded against the boy whose tongue he held in his mouth. It grew hard and bent up slightly as he stimulated it. Rory lowered slightly, pressing the hard flesh against his taint, less than an inch from his butt.

Rory broke the kiss and smiled, dropping to his knees to get a better look at his new friend's cock. It was just short of six inches and that was much bigger than Rory had imagined. In that moment it was one of the most beautiful things that Rory had ever seen. The foreskin still hid some of the sensitive boy flesh beneath it, thought it strained to keep the full hardness covered.

After taking a breath, Rory closed his mouth around the tip of the hard cock, eliciting a soft moan from Jaime. The warmth filled Rory's maw as he descended the shaft with his glossed lips. Jaime had let his pubic fur grow out a little, though kept it neatly trimmed. Rory appreciated that, but the thought lingered not on his mind.

Half of the shaft passed through his thin, glossed lips before he pulled back, running his tongue along the underside of the cheetah's cock. Jaime's breath was quick as Rory built into a steady rhythm, rising and falling on his cock in small circles, sucking intently at it like a pup to a teat. This was the first time that Rory had ever seen a cock other than his own in person, but he knew what came out of them and he knew he wanted to taste it.

He never descended far past the tip; he knew well that was the most sensitive part. His tongue slipped beneath the tight foreskin of the cheetah whenever it could; running over the most sensitive part of his organ. "Oh, Rose." Jaime moaned as his hard member was tongued and sucked tenderly. One paw held the base of his cock, the other his leg as the bobbing movements of his head became shorter and more frequent.

He bucked gently at each of Rory's bobs as his passion and lust took him. Rory dampened the impact of each thrust with a paw, to keep from gagging. The other paw wondered back around the cheetah boy's waist to fill his paw with a handful of the soft, round rump the cheetah had.

"Oh, Rose... Rose... I'm about to blow... do you swallow?" He asked between breaths as the girly wolf suckled his cock-tip and worshipped the shaft of meat and blood with ardor and hunger. Jaime never heard a response, but he didn't need one. His lust built and built with each thrust. Rory pulled the cheetah's hips up to his face, leaving but two inches out of his mouth. It didn't take much more than that.

His legs shook and he cried out in bliss. The warmth of Rory's maw sweetened the ferocity of his orgasm. Never before had he come close to this with naught but his paw. All of his cock was closed in the warmth of his mouth and paw and an eagerly awaiting tongue caressed the tip. He tried to call out for Rose as he succumbed to his orgasm, but the words would not come.

He moaned higher and louder than before as his legs weakened beneath him and his cock throbbed and throbbed. Rory pulled back an inch as it happened. Jaime's youthful semen poured out into the hungry maw in thick ropes. It covered his tongue and consumed his sense of taste. The load wasn't the most bountiful, but it was easily the biggest that Jaime had ever made.

The cheetah panted blissfully with a large smile on his face. His cock slowly began to soften as Rory pulled it out of his mouth. As Rory stood, he opened his maw and stuck his tongue out, showing his friend what he had given him before he pulled it back in and swallowed every little swimmer. As soon as he pulled his cock back into his shorts he kissed Rory full on the mouth, not caring about where it had just been.

They kissed for a long moment and Jaime's paws wandered up beneath Rory's skirt, to feel his round butt. It was when one of those paws tried to make its way to the front that Rory pulled away; breaking the kiss and pulling free of Jaime's grip. "I just want to return the favor." He reached out for Rory's paw but the wolf spun around and Jaime stepped forward.

Rory shut his eyes in fear and kept squirming as he felt Jaime's clothed crotch against his butt and his paw on his stomach. "No!" Rory squirmed some more but it was too late; Jaime's paw found what it wanted. But it wasn't exactly as he wanted. "I can explain!" Rory said as the paw slipped away. He turned slowly, tears forming in his eyes.

"You're a boy?" Jaime could say no more. With a quivering lip and a tear, Rory nodded. Anger boiled in Jaime's face as he turned and ran away from Rory. Rory called after him but the words were caught by the wind. Rory sank to his knees by the pond. He threw his head into his paws and wept.