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Disclaimers and stuff:

Right now, I have been up for 28 hours, dealing with rehearsals, this thing, and work, so I apologize for any blatant errors. They are hard to concentrate on with lack of sleep. That being said, I hope that this wasn't too disjointed; pacing feels a bit rushed in some places, but I'm working on it, I swear! Kind of. This was written to satify a bit of an itch I had, so that's how I came up with the story.

Alright, if you aren't of legal age and don't like M/M stuff (particularly messy M/M stuff), don't read/you have been warned. All characters are mine, and all errors are mine (mechanical errors are the easiest to fix though!).

Thanks for reading!

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I hated the fact that he was in every class with me. I couldn't concentrate with him in the room, and I think he secretly knew that. We didn't have seating arrangements, but he always sat near me, regardless of where I was sitting. He never made it obvious that he was paying attention to me, and I was too scared to confront him with it, because that could bring up some awkward points.

Firstly, I'm gay. He wasn't. Or supposedly he wasn't. I had never seen him with a girlfriend, but you know. I'd rather not ask for health reasons.

Secondly, I had the hots for that beast of a tiger. He wasn't a jock by attitude standards, but he was a 250 pound, 6'2'' conglomeration of muscle that was the epitome of masculinity.

Thirdly, I was a 120 pound, 5'2'' fox. I had hardly any muscle, and surely if he was gay, he'd want someone a little more his size.

And fourthly, I was a freak. Not that my hobbies were weird or anything like that, but....I have certain 'attributes' that are somewhat embarrassing to talk about. You see, while I'm not bad looking, and I have dated several people, I'm a virgin, and for a good reason. You see, I have a rare genetic condition. It's so rare, in fact, that I'm the only documented person to have it. Ever. That's not to say others haven't had it, but no one in recorded history has had it. No one knows what causes it, no one knows how it works...no information is present, which kind of sucks for me. It's not life threatening or anything, don't worry. It's not contagious (obviously), and it really doesn't inhibit my lifestyle or anything like that. If anything, it's a minor inconvenience.

Basically, when aroused for an extended period of time, my genitals grow. Of course, the growth isn't permanent, which is good, but I have to sleep for a decent amount of time for it to revert back to its standard five inch length. Also, when enlarged, it still doesn't affect my body's functionality or anything. Like I said, it's not terrible, just a very embarrassing inconvenience.

Now, I know what you're thinking. That'd fucking awesome, right? Having a dick that could change sizes...I could be the largest porn star, and be set for life....But I'm not. That's not what I want to do. Most of those who I've dated don't know about my condition. I don't want them to; I'm too scared that they'd be freaked out by it, and then I'd suffer from some potential torment. I know that there are some people out there who'd be fascinated by it, but they'd only want me for my dick. I'm not that shallow.

Anyways, back to Lance, the extraordinarily attractive tiger that decided to sit right in front of me.

I could smell him, even before he sat down. That spicy aroma, which was a combination of cinnamon and some other wooden smell I couldn't quite identify filled my nostrils. It wasn't overbearing like some other's smells, but his was just potent enough to be noticed without making me sneeze or something. It was very warming to me, and I loved his scent.

I could almost see the individual muscles of his back through his taut white t-shirt. The lats that flared out giving him the envied V-shaped taper, the traps that led up to his neck, the faint outline of rhomboids, and the spinal erectors that swallowed his spine...he could be the perfect anatomical example of all the muscle groups of the back. Even the smaller muscles were pronounced, and all of it was delicious eye candy for me.

He leaned back in his chair, causing to slightly creak. His smell grew stronger, and I resisted the urge to touch him. That would have bad consequences. If I didn't have a potentially embarrassingly large boner in my pants, I would have continued to enjoy my senses, but the sudden feeling of blood rushing to my groin warned me to stop. Over the years, I've mastered great control over my body. Lance continuously pushed that control, though. Every day was almost a struggle to keep my composure.

Class went by slowly. Every so often, I would lose my concentration and end up staring at Lance's back, memorized by how each twitch he made sent numerous muscles into action. But, I would quickly regain my senses and focus on today's lecture as best as I could. Fortunately, I managed to live through that class without a full blown erection, and it was the last class of the day.

We were dismissed, and Lance stood up. I couldn't help but steal a glance at his ass, those two globes of meat that comprised his bubble butt. Right as he turned, I dropped my glanced and looked at my notebook, pretending that I was contemplating something. He yawned loudly and stretched, and I could head his back pop. I didn't want to look up, but something in the back of my mind told me that he wouldn't have minded and that it really was a show for me that I always missed out on. He stood there for a moment before walking out the door. I exhaled when he left and stood up, packing my things.

"Man, I don't know how you can keep your cool around him, Sebastian," an otter that was smaller than me walked up.

"Years of practice, Cal."

Cal had been my best friend since elementary school. He's the only person that knows about my condition outside of family and various doctors. He's also one of the few people that knows I'm gay, beyond family, various doctors, and my ex's. Because he's a gymnast, he does have a large appreciation for the human body, but he isn't sexually attracted to guys, which is a shame, because he's kind of cute. He has a lithe build, mostly due to his species, and since he is 4'10'' and only 90 pounds. But, he has all the flexibility in the world, as all gymnasts do.

"Come on, I want to go grab dinner before the rush sets in," he hurried me along, practically pulling me out the door. We soon found ourselves at the local burger joint. I got my standard burger: bacon and cheese, heart attack on a bun as I call it. Cal got a veggie burger.

"So tell me again why the hell World War I was such an important event for music history that we had to take an entire class to discuss it?" Cal asked. Unlike Lance and I, he was not a music major. But, he had to take a history course geared towards art history, computer history, or something like that in order to show how certain major historical events impacted other fields. I don't know all the details, but he's in my music history class.

"Well, it was the first war that involved a large number of countries. Also, long distance communication was being developed, or had already been developed, so it also impacted the masses feelings towards the war."

"I already know that. But how did it impact classical music specifically?"

"Well, take a listen to Ravel's La Valse. It starts as a waltz, and then ends as a march, or it has a march like feel at the end. Viennese society's innocence was lost with WWI. No more parties, no more dances....Well, at least no more without some sort of pain behind them. Plus, after having to "rebuild" society, several new styles of music came out. Varese was around that time, along with Stravinsky, Cowell, Ornstein, Orff, Hindemith, Seeger, Bartok....all of these composers were considered post modernists, or neoclassical to some degree. Also, Jazz was starting to pick up in America, so that added to the mix."

"Ugh, that's just really confusing."

"If you had to visualize it somehow, the cover of The Dark Side of the Moon would be the best way to describe it."

"Hmm. That's a little better. I'm just not familiar with that music, that's all."

"Well, that's why you took the class with me," I laughed.

"And you took that class because of Lance, right?"

"NO!" I said, a little too loud, and a little too quickly. "He signs up for classes after I do! I don't know why he signs up for all the same classes!"

"What makes so sure?"

"There are four Style and Structure classes this semester. I know he has three of those hours free, and yet he chooses the exact same one I do? Come on, Cal. I've told you that he's done this every single semester."

"Maybe he likes you?"

"I doubt it. He never talks to me. Plus, he's probably a homophobic straight guy that would beat me up at the first instance that I let him know I'm gay."

"Funny, because I've never heard him mention that he has a girlfriend. In fact, no one ever has. So, maybe, there's hope for your horny ass."

"I'm not that horny. You know I can't be," I gave him a quasi-serious look.

"I'm just messing with you, you know. But, there has to be a good reason to why he always sits near you. That means he at least knows you exist."

"True. But, I'll never know why he does that."

"Not unless you talk to him."

"What would I say? 'Hi Lance, I've been noticing you sit around me all the time, even though you never talk to me. Care to explain that?'"

"Actually, that would work."

"God dammit, Cal."

"But seriously. It's your second to last semester. You could be missing out on something great."

"Or I could be saving my ass and my reputation."

"Whatever, man. Sometimes, you gotta take a little risk now and then."

"This burger is a risk by clogging up my arteries."

"You ordered it."

"Yeah, and it's pretty damn good. Also, it won't beat the shit out of me just because of what my dick becomes erect at."

"Fair enough," he laughed. This was actually somewhat of a normal conversation for us, just banter about my insecurities. I was fine with it; it lets me cope with it a little bit.

I sighed and stood up, now that the meal was finished. We both said our temporary farewells, and went our separate ways for the evening. I headed back to the music building to practice. I have a lesson tomorrow, and as with every lesson, I was not prepared to play for my professor just yet. Unfortunately, I, being one of the better piano players of the school of music, had the joy of learning the entire piano reduction of Stravinsky's Petrouchka.

It's a bitch. Fun to play sometimes, but still a bitch.

I walked into the main lobby. The building was very grandiose; the donor for the building made sure that it not only had everything a state of the art music school should have, but it should also resemble the grandest opera halls as well. A giant staircase led up to the upper floors, as well as the balcony of our concert hall. Red carpet lined the middle of the marbled hallways, and ornate crown molding lined the ceilings, create a Baroque-ish vibe. I walked up the stairs and headed right towards the practice rooms. As I neared, I could hear various instruments creating a cacophony of noise: a trumpet, tuba, cello, two vocalists, saxophone, piccolo (oh god), and another piano were already up here. There were two other rooms available on this floor, so I hurried a little bit, making sure I at least got one. Luck was with me. I saw one of the doors up, and immediately walked in.

The room had only a piano, bench, and a stand inside. I set my bags down, and pulled out the piano solo part. 65 pages of non-stop music, and most of it was extraordinarily difficult to play.

And yet, I could do most of it with relative ease.

I don't know why, but music always comes naturally to me. My ears easily connect with my fingers, and my fingers are very fluid. Because of this, very few things are unplayable for me, and there have been only a few pieces I could not play. That doesn't mean I can play everything right off the bat, I mean, I still have to practice them, especially if I've never played it before. But, there is a small comfort knowing that I've played some of the most technically demanding piano works in existence. Rachmaninoff, Boulez, and Messiaen have nothing on me.

But, I have to get through Stravinsky today. The music isn't as hard as it looks; you just have to isolate your hands and the tendons within the hands so that you can easily play four lines at once. Of course, a good composer knows how to write their music in such a way that there wouldn't be that much strain when playing four parts.

At least, that's the ideal scenario.

I stared at the music, and then placed my hands at the first sonority. Imagining a snowy Russian fair in the mid 1800's, I began to play. A constant sweeping ostinato played in my left hand, while my right played a faster shimmer, along with the erratic first theme, emulating a sort of trumpet call. In my mind, various kinds of people mulled about, shopping, talking, drinking...various stands and vendors tried to get their attention. Suddenly, a group of drunken dancers emerge from the crowd. Their dance is energetic and captivating, but soon they are escorted away by the guards. The activities resume, and soon, an organ grinder is heard. A woman dances along to the music. Another organ grinder and dancer appear on the other side of the crowd, and they both dance separately to their own tunes. Suddenly, the drunken dancers stir up the crowd, and the hubbub continues after the momentary distraction. Without anyone noticing, a little theatre appears. Drummers line up beside it, and then a drum roll gets the crowd's attention.

A magician appears from the theatre, surrounded by mystery. He sweeps near the edges of the circle of people that have gathered around him. He pulls out a flute, and begins to play a solo. The crowd is captivated by the tune's sweet sound. The curtains of the theatre open, and three puppets are shown: a clown, a ballerina, and a moor. The magician touches each one with the flute, causing them to twitch.

Suddenly, the break out into an old Russian folk dance! The crowd is delighted and bewildered by this happening. Some members try to join in, but due to the disjointedness of the puppets, they are unable to keep up. Soon, the dance ends, and applause erupts as the puppets return to the theatre.

I stopped playing. The Russian Dance section of the ballet is very difficult to play, considering it uses the entire hand to play rapid chords throughout the entire section. Even with my skills, my endurance is not what it needs to be, especially in technical works such as this one. I rubbed my forearms, when something in the window of the room caught my eye.

As I turned, a rush of orange flew by. I almost jumped back, but my curiosity got the better of me. I rushed to the door, and opened it. An orange tail flew around the far corner.

"There's no way it could be..." I whispered in slight disbelief. Had Lance been listening to me?

Nah, it was probably someone else. I relaxed a bit.

"There's no way it could be what?" An agitated voice behind the door said. I turned around and saw white. I looked up, and met fierce blue eyes.

"Oh, h-hey, Mark," I said to the white tiger. Mark's the best piano performer in the school. Though I may the technical master, I don't perform nearly as well as he does. I always get nervous, and end up making the works dull. But, we aren't competitive or anything like that.

"Sebastian, what are you playing for Dr. Clarke tomorrow?" he asked.

"The first act of Petrouchka. What are you going to play?" I asked the 6'5'', 230 pound tiger.

He thought for a moment, scratching his chin.

"I was going to play one of the Bach Preludes and Fugues, but if you're going to play Petrouchka, then I'm going to have to do something a little more recent..."

"Aren't you also working on Boulez's first Sonata for Piano?"

"Yeah, but that's a bitch to play."

"So is Petrouchka."

"Yeah, but Boulez doesn't make sense. At least, not to me it doesn't. I'd have to ask Dimitri for help understanding it. I wouldn't want to give a bad name by a lousy performance."

"You know that Dr. Clarke could help you with that as well, right? I mean, he studied under Boulez for a while."

"I just don't want to waste my precious lesson time with technical stuff like that."

"Fair enough," I laughed. I just found it funny that he'd ask Dimitri for help. I mean, they guy is the best known composition major in the school and is fucking brilliant, but I wasn't aware that they associated with each other. Mark is very outgoing and can be socially obnoxious at times, and Dimitri tends to keep to himself.

"How was the Russian Dance?" Mark asked me after a brief silence.

"Painful." I winced. "But, I can get through it with all of the right notes, so I'm happy."

He shook his head. "I hated playing that piece, and I only played the three movement reduction. It's crazy that Dr. Clarke wants you to do the entire ballet."

"I can handle it."

"I know."

"Well, I'd better go practice," Mark said, heading towards an empty practice room.

"You? Practice?" I mocked him.

"Hey now, I gotta keep my chops up somehow."

I laughed and left. My mind returned to my surprise audience member. It's normal for others to listen in on people practicing, but for it to be an orange tiger...

I shook my head. There were several orange tigers that were music majors. It could have been Lillith, the trombone player. I couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl, so I probably shouldn't jump to conclusions.

I quickly made my way to the edge of campus, and found myself just in time for the last shuttle into town. Buildings flew by, streetlights and signs colored the now darkened sky, and the occasional jerk from the shuttle kept me from getting too terribly sleepy.

The shuttle slowed down, and reached my stop. The sound of squealing brakes and the squeak from the door let me know that it was time for me to depart. I stepped off, the door shut behind me, and it vroomed off, heading towards its next destination. My apartment was two blocks away from this stop, but I never minded it. Walking is always good for you, I justified. Unfortunately, I always had to cross the strip of bars the lay in the center of town. I don't mind bars, don't get me wrong. I just have a dislike for most of their occupants. Loud, obnoxious, intoxicated...I never understood having alcohol in public. But that's just me.

I traversed the Friday night nightlife with no difficulties. Last Saturday, I was walking home at about 11:30 at night, and I walked in front of "The Bar" (Yes, that's its name. I don't name these things, but at least it's easy to remember), an angry female cheetah ran into me and then cussed me out for slowing her down, despite that it was her fault. But it wasn't anything major, so I wasn't bothered by it too much. Soon, the noise dropped off as I exited the early hubbub of Friday night. The streets grew quiet again, with the exception of passing cars. I found myself in front of my apartment complex, and walked upstairs.

I opened the door, and set my things down, releasing a sigh of relief. Home was my sanctuary, aside from the practice room. Here, I didn't have to worry about my ...problem, and I could always fix it in private.

That being said, I needed to take care of it. I've been on the verge of having a boner all day, and it's taken all of my self-control to keep it at bay. I walked into my bathroom, and began to strip. I removed my shirt, and ran a paw over my stomach. I did have a six pack, but it was lack of fat more than actual muscle. But, it looked cute. Plus, I'm a fox. We don't gain muscle easily. I pinched a nipple, and let it become hard before lightly grazing it, sending shivers down my spine. OH yes, I needed this. I felt blood start rushing to my cock.

I stopped the ministrations to my nipple, and unbuttoned my pants. I let them slid down, revealing slender legs. Again, not much muscle here, but they were very lean; I used to do cross country in high school. I rubbed my crotch area through my underwear, sending slight ripples of pleasure throughout my body. More blood entered my cock, and I could feel it peeking out of my sheath. I pulled off my underwear and let it grow erect.

A slight throb signified that the base length was complete. At five inches, it didn't seem very impressive. It was about three inches around, and the balls were moderately proportioned. But I never fretted about my size. When you can make it to almost any size you want it to, you figure out that nothing is inherently inferior. As long as all of the parts function, and it brings pleasure (if need be) to you, who cares?

I gently teased my balls, and ruffled through the cabinet for some lubricant. I found some-mint scented with a nice cooling element!-and poured a small amount on my shaft. The "cooling effect" was instantaneous; an icy chill ran over the surface of my cock, making me shiver. A tiny bead of pre made its way to the tip. I sat there for a moment, letting my system warm up for a second before delving into tonight's entertainment. My cock throbbed after a brief moment. I gently stroked it, finally giving into my needs. Oh god, that felt nice. More electric pulses shot through my body, and after a while, I could feel it start to happen.

My dick throbbed once more, before it slowly started to expand. I wrapped my paw around it feeling it stretch and lengthen. I loved watching it grow, despite all of the problems it brings me. Beyond the stretching sensation, it would be really hard to describe how it felt. Maybe like a good pump after a workout. Yeah, that'd be it. You could tell it was full of blood, but there's just that little extra room in there and it could be a little harder....except this felt better. Pre oozed out, leaking all over my shaft. The cooling sensation for the lube was still there, but that was only to get me started. Once I'm going, stopping can be difficult to do.

By now, my cock was six inches long. I've found that it grows about an inch every seven minutes or so, but it all depends on my levels of arousal. I pumped my paw along my new length rather firmly, smearing the pre along my cock, thinking of Lance's hard body against mine. His hard chest at my back, his abdomen rubbing along my lower back, and his groin grinding against my hips...

I let go of my raging erection. It throbbed in protest. I didn't want to release so soon. I waited a minute before continuing, upping my fantasy a little more.

His hot breath was at my neck. I could feel his whiskers graze along my hairline as he purred into my shoulder.

Throb

I opened my eyes and stared at my cock, watching it expand once more. Seven inches was my average stopping point, but I wanted to go beyond that tonight. I've earned it.

Now, pre was flowing in copious amounts washing away the remnants of the lube I used (not that it mattered). My paw was greased with pre, and I loosened up the grip I had on my cock and lightly glided along its length. Splashes of pleasure dances along my body, making my limbs, most notably my leg, twitch in response. I teased my balls, rolling them between my fingers, feeling them give a slight pulse every so often.

Throb

Eight inches now. I was feeling slightly light headed from the sensations coursing through my body. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. I did need to bathe, after all. I slumped in the stall, and continued to jackoff, pretending that Lance was giving me the pawjob. My heart increased, and my body was flush with arousal. Each time my paw reached the base of my shaft, my right leg would twitch, now even more so since I wasn't standing. My hips bucked in time with my paws, and soon enough, I had to stop before I came.

I relaxed slightly, not realizing how tense I had gotten. My breathing was labored. If I wasn't careful, this might end earlier than I wanted it to, and I still wanted a few more inches before I finished. The warm water pelted my front side, relaxing my body while stimulating my groin.

Throb

Nine inches. I rarely find myself at this size, mostly because I never really need to go beyond this, but I was reaching unfamiliar territory. There was just so much to my cock now, it almost looked comically misplaced. Veins popped along the surface, giving it a very turgid appearance. Suddenly, I got a brilliant idea. Why hadn't I ever thought of this, in all of my years of enjoying masturbation?

My flexibility and my profound length combined allowed me to do something most people wouldn't easily be able to do. I licked my lips to make sure they were moist, and plunged forward. When the tip of my dick entered my maw, raw pleasure burst through my body. I had never felt this sensation before, and it made me wonder why I hadn't done this before. I took about four inches in my mouth before pulling out. I let out a couple of exasperated breaths, trying to calm myself down so that I could enjoy myself a little bit more.

Once my body somewhat stabilized itself, I plunged again. The sensation of having my dick suddenly surrounded by a humid environment was almost orgasmic. I bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue on the top ide of my dick.

Throb

I stopped for a moment. My eyes opened widely, feeling the growth of my cock happen within my mouth. It tickled the back of my throat now, causing me to cough and pull it out of my maw. I was rather impressed with myself. I have grown past ten inches only twice before, so this size was extraordinarily foreign to me. It almost didn't seem like it belonged to me. It started to sag a bit with the extra weight, but it was still very hard. Pre was now spurting out. My balls had swollen slightly as well, still giving off a pulse now and then to remind me that I did have a large orgasm pending.

I wondered how large Lance was. He was probably as large, if not larger than what I currently am. That mental image of a huge juicy cock sent bolts of pleasure straight to my balls. I grabbed my cock once more, and proceed to glide over its long length, barely able to wrap my hands around its new girth, which was close to six inches now.

My hips bucked. My vision turned spotted and I jacked off, not caring any more about prolonging this bliss. Release and Lance were all that I could think of, and soon, I felt my knot pop out. The large ball of flesh was almost 8 inches around by now, significantly larger than it would be at my five inch length. Even barely grazing it, it caused me to almost scream aloud from pleasure. As I continued to pump my cock with one hand, I took the other, and grabbed the knot, bracing myself for the onslaught of pleasure.

The dam burst. Floodgates released, and my world went white. I've had some pretty hard orgasms before, but this one, this one was by far the best. My hips flailed as rope after rope of cum launched onto the opposite wall, splattering before being swept away by the shower. I couldn't keep count, but I probably shot a good seven to eight ropes. By the time I actually became somewhat conscious, the flow of cum had turned into a leak, before it stopped as a dribble. I was panting heavily. I know orgasms are exhausting, but this was even more so. I wouldn't be able to stand for a bit, so I just let the water fall on top of me as I rested.

I wonder what it would be like with Lance, having big strong arms hold me in the afterglow of our sex...oh, it'd be lots better than sitting under a now lukewarm shower. I stood up, grabbing hold of the rail on the back wall for support. I guess I should get an actual shower in before the water became unbearably cold. My now softened dick had retreated into my sheath, which was now plumper then before. It would stay that way until some arbitrary time during my slumber before reverting back to its normal size.

Ten minutes later, I was out, and face down on my bed. Even with tomorrow being Saturday, I still had a lesson to go to. Fortunately, that wasn't until 3pm, so I could sleep in a little bit. My mind returned to Lance, imagining his warm embrace as I drifted unto sleep.

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"The Russian Dance is too...proper," Dr. Clarke said. "Yes, it's a technical nightmare, but there are puppets dancing. It's ok to play it clumsily, without missing the notes or rhythms of course."

Dr. Clark smiled at me. He's an old fellow, probably around 75 or so. However, age has never been an issue with the old panda. He still performs, travels, and teaches like any 30 year-old performer could, and because of his experience and because he knows so many people, he is well respected in the performing world.

"Play it again, please," he asked, folding his paws in his lap.

I started the dance again. I tried to imagine three puppets dancing; angular, disjointed brisk movements scattered the scene. It was unlike anything the visitors had ever seen! Legs flailing everywhere, joints bending the way they shouldn't, all of it was masterfully done by the trio of puppets. I imagined myself playing on a wooden piano, one where the action of the keys varied, and because it was cold out (in the piece, at least), not everything worked the way it should.

"Stop right there, Sebastian."

I opened my eyes and looked at Dr. Clarke, wondering why he stopped me.

"You missed a few notes, but the character was correct. Definitely sounded like wooden puppets dancing rather than ballet dancers," he said with a chuckle. I could fix wrong notes easily. I'm glad my broken piano track of imagination helped with the character of the movement.

"Have you looked at the second Tableau?"

I frowned slightly. Sure, I've looked at it, but I had been spending most of my time on the first Tableau.

"Not well enough, eh?" he chuckled again. "Don't worry. The second and third Tableaus are very easy compared to the first. I think that once you get past the sudden changes of tempo and moods, the notes will come to you very easily."

"Well, that's good news," I laughed.

"Yes, but the fourth Tableau....that's a different beast due to character changes. But, I'm sure you'll pull it off somehow. Well, it's 3:50, I'd better let you go." He stood up and crossed the room and sat at his desk. I stood up from the creaky piano bench, and placed my music in my bag.

"I'll see you next week, Dr. Clarke."

I left his office, and turned the corner. Dr. Clarke's office was on the same floor as the practice rooms, and I always walk by the practice rooms as much as I can. I love hearing different musicians get better as the year progresses, and I get to hear snippets of various works, most of which I hadn't heard before. Today's instrument group sounded like a Bass Clarinet, two Trumpets, a Violin, a Soprano, and...a Viola possibly. As I walked by, I haphazardly glanced into each room, seeing if I knew anyone. Nope...nope...the Violinist was a terrible theory student, I knew that...didn't know the Soprano, but I could tell she was young by her lack of clarity of singing...and-

Wait.

I backed up one room, not sure of what I saw. My initial guess was correct- Lance was in there!

I knew Lance played viola, but I actually had never heard him play. He back was turned to the window as he played. I've always loved the viola's sound. It had a rich low register, and though the higher register was thin, it didn't squeal like the average violin sound does. I watched Lance's bow dance across the strings. This piece sounded familiar, but it was hard to tell what it just based on the various arpeggios he was playing. But whatever it was, it sounded amazing. He obviously practiced a lot, and judging by the fact that I couldn't see any music, he knew this piece-whatever it was-very well. He began to play something a little more melodic in nature, and that's when it clicked. He was playing Bartok's Viola Concerto. That also reminded me; the concerto competition was coming up. That's a pretty big deal for our school.

I had accompanied someone on this piece a long time ago. I couldn't see the music in my head, but my fingers remembered the piano part. Like all of Bartok's works there was a lot of dissonance involved, and yet, the folk-like qualities of his music cancelled those abrasive moments out. I loved playing Bartok.

Lance did too, judging by the way he played. The final run of the first movement was played with such ease, it almost seemed like a warm up exercise for him. He turned around. I gasped, and dashed out of sight.

I heard footsteps from beyond the door. I was momentarily paralyzed. I then noticed the dark empty practice room to my right, and closed (slammed) the door.

I saw the light from his practice room spill into the hallway. My heart was racing. I saw his light turn off, and watched as he crossed the window into the room I was hiding in.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Why did I do that? Why was I so worried that he would see me? It's not like it would have mattered or anything.

I left the room, and headed down the hall, still feeling somewhat apprehensive about bumping into Lance. Despite my apprehension, I made it out of the building without seeing him, which was slightly disappointing and relieving at the same time.

The rest of the day went by without incident, which was fine by me. I got some homework done, which means I could practice more tomorrow. I told Cal about my experience in the practice room ("You're such a wimp! Ask him, talk to him, do something!"), and he was not very helpful as usual. A shower sans masturbation session later and I found myself in bed once more. But this time, I could not easily fall asleep. Thoughts ran through my head at an astounding rate, most of them had to deal with Lance. Cal was right in that I was a wimp, but with a tiger that large, if you're wrong then...I didn't want to think about what would happen. That was probably the main source of my apprehension. Not knowing how he felt about me.

Oh this was silly. He's never spoken to me. My only interaction with him was that he coincidentally sat next to or near me in every single class. I mean, physically, he was exactly my type of guy. But I didn't know anything about his personality, and I don't know who he hangs out with to get any idea of how he is. Not much I can do about that. I continued to toss and turn in my attempts to sleep. It was futile, and I knew it. I sat up, and got out of my bed. In situations like these, walks through the park always calm me down, especially at this hour.

I left my apartment. It was cool out, but not cool enough to take a jacket. Slight gusts of wind danced along the streets. The moon was full, bringing a natural light to the town. I loved nights like this.

I walked haphazardly towards the park. I didn't encounter anyone on the way there, which was slightly unusual, since it was a Saturday night, but I thought nothing of it. It just meant that I got to enjoy the muted town in my own present company. I eventually did make it to the park, and found myself on the hill that overlooked the town. You couldn't hear anything from here, and even though you could see the strip of bars in town, there wasn't enough light coming from it to cause a great deal of air pollution, so this was a prime stargazing spot, as well as being an awesome spot in general.

I laid down on my back and took a peek at the universe we lived in. Seeing all of the stars made me feel small and insignificant-not that it was a bad feeling. It was more along the lines that my feelings and lack of general connection with Lance were insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and I was fine with that. But, that was my current worry, and it sort of cancelled out the whole insignificant part.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and let the gentle breeze caress me. I wonder what it would be like, sitting here with Lance next to me. What would we talk about? Or, would we say anything at all and just enjoy each other's company? All these possibilities of interactions....

"Man, if only you talked to him!"

"Yeah, but he'd kill me if wasn't gay."

"You won't know unless you find out!"

"But he'd KILL me. I don't think you understand that."

But, I would never know sitting here.

And I sat there for a good thirty minutes, basically moping about my inaction with Lance. It was a pathetic sight, to be honest. I glanced at my phone. 1:30am. I was kind of surprised it was that late. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my hand as a text message was received. I opened it up, wondering who would be texting me this late. It was from Cal, so I wasn't terribly surprised.

"Dude." That's all it said. I hate it when he played games like this. You know, if you're going to tell me something, you might as well tell me it instead of egging on a conversation by just giving me the bait.

"What?" I responded.

"You're not going to believe this. So," We will see, Cal. Begin the fragmented text stream.

"I'm at a music party, right?" I don't understand why he gets invited to those parties, and I don't. I mean, I'm an actual music major.

"And, all of the guys, we're talking as most normal people do at parties," Except me, because I usually sulk in the corner or something.

"And the subject of Lance comes up. I can't remember how or why, but," Yeah, people talking about him playing Viola or something. The Concerto Competition was probably the subject.

"We're talking about him and all of that shit, and someone mentions that he's gay. Like out of the blue."

"What???" I sent back, breaking up his stream of fragmented texts.

"Yeah I know! I was like 'Shit, you'd better get on that', cause someone else might have their eyes on him as well."

My hands started to shake.

This does change everything.

Now he won't kill me if I ask him. At least, not out of hatred for me being gay. But, this was still good news. I can at least move from here.

"Thanks for the info."

"Figured you'd like it. Now go get some tiger ass!"

I reminded myself to hit next time I saw him; that was a pretty lame farewell.

I stood up and headed home. Now, I just needed to find out what to say to Lance. I don't think 'Hi Lance, I'm gay, you're gay, let's fuck each other silly' was going to work. I contemplated various things to say, but all of them sounded stupid.

I let out a sigh of frustration. Why is professing your love so difficult?

I walked along the strip of bars in town. Most of them were winding down, escorting their last occupants out of the buildings. I walked pass The Bar, and a huge lion was supporting a drunk tiger out of the building.

"I told you that you shouldn't drink that much, Chris, but noooooo, now you're going to hungover like hell tomorrow," said the massive lion.

"Shuddup, Isaac. Can't you do something about it?" the much smaller tiger weakly asked.

"Let's get you home first...." The lion said begrudgingly, almost dragging the tiger with him. I wish I could enjoy someone's company like that. Perhaps, one day I would. I got to the end of the strip, when I heard some pained noise in the alley.

'Uh-oh...this isn't good,' I thought to myself. It was one of those situations where some guy could be in trouble and I could help him, or it could be another guy down there and I could get murdered, or something like that.

"H-hello?" I asked, not seeing the source of the pained grunts.

"Urrrgggggh," was all I got. Well, damn.

"Are you ok?"

"No..." Well, shit.

I cautiously walked down the alley, looking for whoever was down here. I didn't get too far before I saw-

"Lance!" Well, fuck. Lance was curled on his side, clutching his stomach. He weakly opened one eye.

"Fucking hell.... I drank too much," he commented at the obvious fact.

"I see...do you need an ambulance or something?"

"Nah...it's not that bad...just a stomachache"

"Well, what should I do?"

"I just need some water, a toilet, and a couch....none of those are exactly here," he grunted.

"I live about two blocks away; you think you could walk for a little bit?"

"Maybe....It's better than walking to my house...You think you could help me up?"

I extended my paw to grab his. The first touch was electric. His paw has abnormally hot, and I could feel the line of calluses that lined his knuckles. I probably lingered on the touch a little too long, not that I could tell at that moment. I tried to heft him up, but for a guy that was over twice as heavy as I was, I could only do so much before he had to put forth some effort.

Shakily, he got to his feet. He braced himself on the wall, and I couldn't help but admire his muscular body for a brief moment. He smelt of various liquors and beer, which was rather unpleasant. But that wasn't enough to detour me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I momentarily hesitated at this action, feeling the large muscles surround the back of my neck.

No. I would not myself get to into this. I just helping him, that's all I'm doing. It's nothing more than that.

We stumbled up to my apartment complex.

"Do you have an elevator?" he weakly asked, looking at the stairs with dismay.

"Nope. Come on, you can do it, big guy," I said, leading him carefully up the stairs. We reached my apartment, and stepped inside.

"Home sweet home," I said, and headed to the kitchen area to get a glass of water.

"You live here alone?" Lance asked as he sat down on my couch.

"For the time being, yes."

"Are you expecting a roommate?"

"Not right now, but you never know. I could be attending to drunken people at some point, I never know."

He gave a small laugh.

"Thanks," he said as I handed him the glass of water. He almost dropped it, spilled some on his face, but eventually took a drink. It was a small victory.

"God dammmn...tomorrow is going to suck..."

"Hangover?" I asked, as I leaned against the counter.

"Most likely..."He took another clumsy sip of water.

"I got some Advil if you want some," I offered.

"Before I go to bed, please," he took a brief pause. "But really, thanks, I mean it."

"Not a problem," I said with a smile. We sat in silence, in a way, slowly getting used to each other's company. If someone else was in my situation, they might have asked Lance about why he might have been out being completely drunk, or why he sat next to me in every single class, or was he really gay, but...something told me those answers would come in time.

"You know, you're a really nice guy," he randomly commented. Perhaps the answers would come earlier than expected.

"Oh, and what makes you say that?" I prodded.

"Well, besides the fact that you're taking care of a drunken man, your friends think highly of you. Mark envies your piano technique, and Calvin says you're boring, but a great friend to talk to."

"So why have you talked to them, but not me?" I asked suddenly, almost wishing I could take back that question.

He looked over at me, and in his dark green eyes, I could almost detect a sense of...longing, perhaps?

"I never got the chance."

"Bullshit," I said immediately. "You've sat next to me in every class we've taken together."

He averted his eyes and glanced at the ground. He hiccupped, causing him to jump slightly.

"Ah, shit..." he said, moaning in slight pain.

"Please don't throw up on my carpet," I pleaded, hoping that he didn't vomit at all.

"No, I think...*hic*...that I'll be fine...I just need another glass of water," he requested, handing me the glass. I took it from him, and filled it up from the tap. I feared I came across as bitter in our conversation. I really wasn't, but the fact that he talked to my friends about me rather than actually converse with me kind of pissed me off a little, I'll admit. But, it wasn't worth getting too upset about it. He may have had his reasons, but I'd rather not pry too much.

I walked over to hand him the glass of water just in time to see him stretch. His massive arms reached for the ceiling, I could make out his nipples through his tight shirt, both of the capping large pectoral muscles. The etchings of his abs were barely imprinted along the shirt, but since it started to pull up a little bit, I caught the three inch expanse of his midriff that contained a bit of his lower abs. Just seeing those alone gave me an erection. I felt blood rush to my face as he relaxed. I really hoped he didn't notice me blushing.

"H-here you go," I said, handing him the glass.

"Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?" Shit.

"I'm just...tired is all. Long day, you know," I lied. I don't think he bought it, but he never let me know.

"I'll fetch you a blanket and a pillow and get you the Advil," I said hurriedly, trying to get out of there before my erection made a noticeable bulge in my pants.

"Thanks," he called as I left the room and headed into my own room.

I closed the door behind me, probably a little too hard, and fell back against the door. I could feel the blood stirring in my groin. Even if this isn't problematic now, having a constant erection would be later on, and I swear Lance was teasing me. He knew the effect he had on me, somehow. He just wasn't straight forward with it, and if there's anything that keeps me on the edge of doubt and apprehension more than anything else, it would be that. God, if he wasn't hot enough as it is...Dammit. My cock started to poke through the hem of pants. Like I said, since it's at its base size it won't be a problem, but sooner or later....I didn't want to think about it.

"Hey, you ok in there?" Lance knocked on my door.

Shit.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright!"

"You don't need any help?" Not with finding my blanket, no. I just need you to-

*click*

"You sure you don't need any 'help'?"

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

He door slowly opened, and he stood in the doorway, arms crossed. Normally, this wouldn't require me to exclaim such things, but when he's just standing there with a predatory grin and without his fucking shirt on, I couldn't help but say that. The sight of that hard body went straight to my dick. His pecs were large and round, with striations leading across those massive globes of muscle. The rocky crevasse in the middle was a deep cut, and it only made it seem like each pectoral muscle was fighting for space. You could even easily identify where the fibers lead to either the clavicular head or the sternal head by the small groove that ran across the middle. Small traces of veins drizzled in the middle and increased with thickness as the spread outwards, leading towards his shoulders. His traps were easily seen on this side of the body, peering over his collarbone and curving into his neck. His shoulders were boulders, capping his arms in an intimidating display. Several creases and grooves curved around the joint, and the thick strands of muscles made those cuts even more prominent. One particular thick vein on each side lead from his chest, through the shoulder, and down through the bicep.

His arms, even while relaxed, were almost the size of footballs. The biceps were large balls of hardened muscle with a cleft running down the middle, separating the two heads. The same thick vein that ran across his shoulders ran right next to that gorge, and down through his forearms, where it branched off into other small vascular networks. His triceps flared out slightly, and even from staring at him dead on, I could see the infamous horseshoe shape that curved along the topside of the muscle group. His forearms were so heavily corded that it impossible to count each individual stand of muscle fibers. Every time he made minute adjustments in his arms, those fibers twitched and flexed, and more fibers seemed to come out from under the woodwork. Prominent veinal systems flowed from the bicep into his paws, where they accumulated along his knuckles.

He moved his arms, almost as if he knew exactly where I was staring (even though I couldn't have been staring for more than a few seconds), revealing his core. The first thing I noticed was the jagged edge of his serratus anterior that arched from one side of his body to the other, framing his abdominal muscles. His lats poked out from behind his core, adding an incredible width to his body. I glanced down at his eight pack, and instantly began to drool (metaphorically, of course). They were incredibly sculpted, and to describe them as bricks would be an insult. Bricks are inflexible, and the connotation of the word makes them seem heavy-set. They were malleable muscles. They flexed and relaxed as he breathed, flowing from one miniscule movement to the next. The top two were not rectangular shaped like most abdominal muscles tend to be; rather, they resembled batwing doors. Thick obliques further framed his abs and his waistline. Traces of veins could be seen lining his lower abs, leading towards his groin.

Throb

I felt my erection peek slightly over my hem as it grew another inch.

"I see I've made a good impression on you," he said, noticing my increasingly prominent bulge.

"I-indeed you have," I stammered, instinctively trying to hide my erection as best as I could.

"Aww, don't be shy..." He walked towards me, arms out stretched.

"But, Lance, you're drunk!" I cried as I stepped back.

"I'm actually pretty sober right now; I wasn't that drunk to being with. I just had a mild stomachache. Thanks for the water." He continued forward, and I continued my way backwards until my calves hit something solid, and I fell backwards on top of my bed. I wasn't sure if he was telling the truth, but even if this was part of a fantasy of mine, I didn't want to take, or be taken advantage of by someone who was drunk.

"You sure?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows and he came in closer still.

"Oh yeah. I got here fine, didn't I?" He hunched over me with a lascivious gaze as he placed his massive paws by my elbows. I could still smell the alcohol, but it wasn't nearly as pungent as it was before, and his natural spicy smell was beginning to override it. "You know, I've always wanted to do this for a while...the opportunity just never presented itself, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess you never really asked for this for the past three years." My heart was pounding inside of my chest, causing my ribcage to buzz. I didn't expect him to be so forward with this. While most people would see this as pseudo-rape of some kind...I was honestly going to try to take advantage of him while he slept. Well, maybe not have sex, but I definitely would have liked to see his cock. Guess I get to enjoy it while he was awake. I know, I'm a terrible person.

"Like I said, no opportunity."

"Guess we will have to change that," I said as I leaned in for a kiss. His lips met mine with fiery passion. Waves of pleasurable static washed through my body as his rough feline tongue prodded as my lips. I allowed entrance, and he graciously danced along my maw, mapping out as much of it as he could. His taste was similar to his smell, but a little more on the sweet side. Not that it mattered, of course. Surprisingly, there was no taste of alcohol. I ran my tongue over his teeth, grazing the sharp edges. Our tongues collided several times, but sooner or later, we did have to breathe.

"God damn..." he breathed, looking directly into my eyes with a lusty haze.

"I think it was a fine opportunity," I said, trying to catch my breath.

Throb

I felt my cock stretch in my pants. Oh god, it felt wonderful. I looked into Lance's eyes again to see if he noticed. His eyes were wide as he stared at my crotch, mouth slightly agape.

"Did it...did it just...grow?" He whispered the last word, almost as if he was afraid to say it.

"Yeah, it does that..." I said sheepishly. A sudden depth opened up in my stomach. What would he think? Would he leave? Would he tell everyone? What would I-

"That's fucking hot." A huge wave of relief washed over me.

"How big can it get?"

"I'm...not sure. The largest I've gotten was about a foot, I think," I answered honestly.

"God damn, you lucky bastard...Now I have to get you naked." He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled (yanked was probably more of an appropriate word...) upwards. I allowed the shirt to come off, revealing my flat belly. He pulled on my pants, and I lifted my hips up so he could further undress me. They fell to the ground, and all that was left was my underwear. My cock, now seven inches long, passed the hem of the undergarment, and was leaking a small amount of pre onto my belly. He leaned in close to my crotch, and rubbed his face along my covered package. He tenderly pulled the garment down until it hooked underneath my slightly swollen testicles.

"Damn...for a fox, you're pretty large...and you did say it gets bigger, right?" I nodded. "How so?"

"I don't know the specific details, but I usually gain an inch about every six to eight minutes when constantly aroused. It reverts back to five inches if I get more than hours of sleep."

"So, if you go soft it won't grow during that time?" I nodded again. "And you've only gotten it to a foot?" Nod. He paused momentarily. "Let's get you as large as you can get," he said, voice thick with lust. That made me slightly nervous. Not just from anticipation, but I was actually kind of worried about what would happen.

He leaned forward, and I braced for another electric kiss. He continued further south, much to my initial dismay, and made up for it by giving my cock a small lick, lapping at some of the pre that had been leaking. Even with that small gesture, shivers went down my spine. Lance leaned down further still. I felt his rough tongue glide from the base of my cock to the tip. My hips bucked as he reached the end of my cock. He leaned down once more, and repeated himself, slowly slurping his way to my leaking tip. As soon as he finished, he inhaled, and then he plunged.

I had to restrain myself from not cumming as his maw covered my dick. His rough tongue played at the underside of my dick, and I could feel the ridges of the roof of his mouth as I delved deeper into his maw. He had all seven inches of me inside of him. He held his head still at the base of my cock, breathing through his nose. I found myself holding his head, not realizing when I had done that. He inhaled, and then-

Throb

Having suction around my growing cock multiplied the pleasure. The swelling sensations in tandem with his delicious oral ministrations were testing my control. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to cum so early. He moved up, and let my throbbing cock fall out of his mouth.

"Man....I don't think I could ever tire of seeing that," he said as my cock finished adding its eighth inch. He grabbed the base of it, now slick with his own saliva and my pre, and glided upwards. He continued to suckle at my tip while slowly jacking me off. His callused palm almost matched the texture of his tongue, making me moan out loud. He swallowed about two more inches of my cock, and bobbed up and down. My knot began to form, widening as he continued his ministrations, but he was careful to avoid touching it.

"Shit...I'm going to cum if you keep that up..." I breathed, warning him of my impending orgasm.

He stopped. His hand left my cock, and the tip of it was no longer in my mouth. I whined at the act of denial.

"Don't want you to get off too early..." he grinned mischievously and he reached out to fondle my balls.

Throb

The stretching sensation overrode my mind. It was a very awesome feeling to have your cock grow. Even though it was only at nine inches, it never got old, and it only felt better and better the larger it got. Lance clamped his mouth around my cock once more and resumed his hand job as well. He had more to work with now, and it only multiplied in pleasure. My balls were throbbing, and the desire for release soon returned and intensified. I whined once more, and Lance stopped all ministrations at once. My cock throbbed angrily.

"God, this is getting me all hot and bothered..." Lance said as he stood up, and unfastened his pants. As he slid his pants down, his cock sprang out, and a shot of pre flung onto my own cock.

I was in awe. I knew I could get large, but seeing someone else with a large dick is still arousing. It was long and thick, probably about eleven or twelve inches in length and six or seven in girth. It was a deep scarlet in color, and several trails of thick crisscrossing veins textured the surface. His large balls hung low, and I swear I could see them churn slightly. His musk permeated through the room, adding to my heighten arousal. But I was still drawn to his large cock. Imagining what it could do, what it felt like in my ass...I shuddered. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. His tongue gracefully entered my mouth, and I obliged and let him have his way with me. Wet sounds accompanied the kiss, and he gently rotated his hips, causing the tip of his cock to slide across my chest, smearing small amounts of pre along it. We ended the kiss, and he gently pushed me completely down on my back.

"You might enjoy this...I know I will," he said with a wink. I was about to ask what he was about to do when he moved up onto the bed and straddled my waist. My cock throbbed behind his ass, and if I flexed really hard, the tip could almost touch the base of his tail. His balls plopped on my lower belly, and his cock stood firmly above my navel and chest. He erected his torso, and brought up his arms behind his head and flexed his lats.

It was a very good thing I was laying down. If I were standing at my current arousal level, I would have probably fallen over. His lats flared out in a display or raw power. I reached out and felt the hardened muscles. I could feel the faint ridges were the blood vessels rose to the surface. I brought my hands inwards, and he flex his mighty chest for me. I pushed up on those mounds, feeling no give. The warmth of his chest was enough to make my palms sweat slightly. I rubbed my thumb across one of his nipples and gave it a slight pinch, causing him to moan. I felt along the gorge that lay in the middle of his chest with the other. My hands moved south, rubbing over his abs. Each one was well defined as I've said before, but to get this close and personal with them....sight could only do so much. I avoided his cock; I'd get to that later. I felt that if I paid attention to that now, I wouldn't get to at least feel the fest of him.

His legs were thick. 'Tree trunks' was not an accurate metaphor for them. Tree trunks were fairly smooth and thick and his...his legs has contours. The thighs spanned well above his knees, creating a seemingly rocky texture. The two heads that straddled the knee were plump and hard, laced with veins and visible striations along the muscles. I rubbed my hands down them, feeling their smooth and hard contours. Lance purred above me, and a drop of pre leaked from his cock tip, and landed gently on my chest.

Throb

He hadn't even done much, and I was growing again. I guess he really was getting to me.

He scooted back a little bit, and teased the base of my ten inch cock with his butt. The warmth of his ass radiated outward and sent a delicious shiver down my spine. He slowly rotated his hips again, sending little sparks of pleasure through my sheath. But, the sight of the muscles of his hips moving underneath his skin was breathtaking. I grasped his hips, and felt the strands shift under my touch. Oh, it was erotic beyond anything I've experienced beyond the hybrid blow/handjob I received earlier. He brought his right arm up, and flexed it. The vein that ran down the bicep bulged outwards, and I swear I could see it throb. Other veins bulged outwards at the sudden increase of pressure. The mounds of muscle increased impossibly so, and he brought his arms towards me so I could get a closer look. I rested my paw on it. Like his chest, there was no give. The heat was just as radiant as his chest was.

He gently pushed my arms back so that I laid stretched out. He placed his paws at the side of my shoulders and shifted his knees forward some. Arched above me, his cock lay firmly on my chest, still leaking copious amounts of pre. He gyrated his hips again, smearing the pre all along my chest once more. It was very mesmerizing watching his abs flex and relax as his mating display continued above me. I was content to watch it, but I felt that I needed to be involved soon. Apparently, he sensed this because he leaned down to kiss me once more. As we kissed passionately, he lowered his body so that his weight was on mine. His body heat added to my own. His cock was sandwiched between our slightly sweaty bodies, adding a slick sensation. He thrust slightly, and his cock tried to wedge between our faces. I broke off, and looked down and saw the giant head prod at my chin.

I took this as an invitation. I dipped my chin further down and lapped at his cock. The fluid leaking from his tip was quite sweet, and I was fortunate enough that he produced so much of it. I suckled at the tip, causing him to give a murr of approval. I grabbed the middle of his cock and mirrored the actions he gave me earlier. I had never handled anyone this way before, so I may have been a bit clumsy, trying to coordination my mouth and hand, but after a minute or so, I finally found a groove. He thrust forward to add to my rhythm, causing his cock to go deeper into my mouth.

Throb

I couldn't help but moan around his cockhead as I grew once more. He stopped to let me regain my composure, smiling down at me.

"I'm so glad I could have this effect on you," he said as I resumed sucking his cock. I was very pleased to have such an awesome specimen to be attracted to.

I ghosted my hand down his veiny shaft, feeling all the ridges and bumps before I reached his sheath. He continued to slightly shift his hips forward some, and his cock easily slid in my hand and further into my mouth. My own cock throbbed angrily still, mostly from the lack of attention. But, it would have to wait its turn.

"But, now you're having an effect on me...I'm not going to last much longer..." I noticed his breathing had gotten heavier, and this spurred me on to pleasure him more. I increased the tempo and fervency of my actions; my paw was flying back and forth, trying to stimulate as much of him that wasn't in my mouth as I could. I could feel his balls lifting up, signaling his unavoidable orgasm. I quickly pulled his cock head out of my mouth in preparation.

"Oh, fuck!" He yelled, cum suddenly spewing out of his cock. The first rope lanced over my head and splattered on the wall behind me. The second landed a little closer to my head, and the third one hits its mark, and struck me square in the face.

"God damn, that felt good!" he exclaimed as the remnants of his orgasm oozed out and pooled on my stomach. I licked the bit of cum that had landed on my face, discovering that he had a very sweet and thick taste.

"Now that I'm all warmed up, it's time for the real fun to begin."

"Warmed up?" I raised my eyebrow at that.

"I'm a cat. I have about five more rounds left in me, and most of them will be larger than that."

My eyes widened a little bit. That was a pretty decent amount of cum. If he can produce more....man, I got lucky tonight. I was surprised (and secretly delighted) to find that his cock was still rock hard. He finished recovering from his apparently mild orgasm, and shifted his body backwards and sat in between my opened legs. I didn't know what he was going to do next, but I knew that it was going to be fantastic.

He leaned down a little bit (my cock was so long now that this required little effort), and pressed gently on the underside of my cock, causing it to bend towards me. The tip reached his nipple line, and a small shot of pre squirted out in anticipation for what he was going to do. He rose up onto his kneecaps, still firmly pressing against my cock, allowing it to easily slide across his body. His cock was off to one side, rubbing along my thigh in a fluid motion. My cock slid along the ridges of his abs, the underside heated by his body. It was a very sensual texture, and all of the sensations went straight to my balls. He lowered onto his backside, allowing my cock to glide up his body until it hit his chest. There, the pointed tip almost fit perfectly inside the gorge between his muscles. He flashed a quick grin at me and squeezed.

"OH, shit!" I yelled, hips lifting off of the bed. The pressure and heat around my tip increased, causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through my spine. My balls throbbed. He relaxed, and my hips collapsed to the bed, springs squeaking in the process. He rolled up on top of his kneecaps again, and my cock fell in place, right in the center valley of his abs. He truncated his abs as he flexed them, creating a similar pressure to that of his chest, but over a lightly longer area, and not directly focused on my sensitive tip. I still wanted to hump madly to alleviate the pressure, but it just felt too damn good to ruin it. He relaxed once more, and slid back on his butt. This time, he leaned forward a bit more to ensure the grip, braced his body by placing his paws on both sides of my ribcage, and squeezed both his chest and abs.

I had no words. All that came out was a cracked moan. The warmth and muscular texture of his body, the slick sensations of the natural lubricant that ran between up, the steel pole that was on the verge of melting my right thigh, the fact that I was already really sensitive as hell....I was very surprised I didn't cum right there. But, that doesn't mean nothing happened. As he flexed, I felt my cock stretching some more, adding a twelfth inch to its already impressive length. My cock tip was now trying to wedge itself deeper along his cleavage, but Lance's pecs were blocking the way, and they would not budge.

I felt my balls start to pull up. Apparently Lance sensed it as well, because he then immediately pulled off, leaving nothing but the slightly cooler room temperature to cool off my throbbing cock. I whimpered. As intense and erotic as this was, this was also borderline torture. My swollen balls were still churning, and they were beginning to tingle now. I propped myself on my elbows, taking a glance at my now almost comically massive cock. Twelve inches long, seven inches thick...it almost didn't belong on me. The knot was a softball, laced with several blood vessels. My stomach was a mess with pre, but if anything, that added to my lust induced haze.

Lance suddenly shifted his weight. He turned to the side, and through a series of maneuvers, ended up with his cock in my face, and mine in his.

"Ah, the classic 69 position. You know, György Ligeti made a joke about this in one of his pieces, right?"

"Learn something new every day, I guess," I said, suddenly transfixed on his massive cock. The large cock head was intimidating, capping a blood red tube of flesh that was clearly the embodiment of fucking. His balls were hypnotic as they swung back and forth.

"It's not going to suck itself, you know..." I blushed slightly, and hesitantly grabbed it with one hand and brought it to my mouth once more. He mirrored all of my movements. I guess when you both have cocks this large, you can do that with ease. He just had more experience that I did, so every moment he did was a lot more efficient than my own. Wet sucking noises filled the room, adding to the musky smell that was already present. My balls were on fire from pleasure, but every so often he'd stop, I'd whimper again, and he kept telling me to continue on his own. I hadn't noticed until the third time this happened that his large balls were pulling upwards again. I got a wicked idea, and while still sucking on his dick, reached with one hand and pressed down on his prostate from the outside.

Bam.

He roared, cum splattering my face. I turned my head to the side so I could at least see his orgasm. He was right in regards to this orgasm compared to the previous one; this load was much larger, and much thicker. Six ropes of cum spewed out before his orgasm reduced to a drizzle. I lapped up what I could, but there was no way I would be able to get all of it.

"Holy shit, Lance...."

"Your growing cock didn't help," he said, giving it a lap.

Wait.

I glanced down, and my suspicions were correct. It had grown another inch. But....it was almost too soon. It hadn't even been five minutes yet.

"You know," he said, glancing at my bewildered face. "I think it grows at an increased rate the more and more you edge."

"That does make sense, I guess, but....this is absurd," I laughed. Seriously, my cock was now one-fifth my height. That image made me shudder slightly.

"It may be absurd, but it's still fucking awesome," he said as he rolled off of me. We both stared up at the ceiling. It had been the most intense forty minutes or so of my life, and I hadn't even cum yet. My balls ached for release swollen with seed. I felt the mattress shift again as Lance crawled off again. He stretched again, and I shamelessly ogled over his muscular body. He smirked at me, and kneeled down at the base of the bed, and pulled my legs forward before lifting them on his shoulders. I moaned as I felt his warm breath on my ass.

"Don't teasing me..." I halfway yelled, halfway moaned as he just sat there. I couldn't see it, but I knew he had a smirk on his face. I was his, and both of us knew it. I felt his cold nose tickle the underside of my ball sac before I felt his rough tongue glide over my anus.

I melted. My body literally shut down as he lapped at my pucker, sending shivers of unadulterated pleasure. It didn't make my cock throb like his other activities had, but it was such a new sensation that I couldn't help but be turned on by it. He prodded my ring, seeking entrance. I tried to relax as best I could. His thick tongue pushed even more, and eventually pushed past the ring of resistance. I thrashed and writhed on the bed as his tongue coated my insides with saliva. Sure, I had stuck some things in my ass before, but to have someone else do it...there was nothing like it. I couldn't wait for his dick. He tried to push further in, and I tried to push back against him, but there was a certain itch that he couldn't get to, regardless of our efforts.

He pulled out, and ran his tongue along my taint and started to lap at my balls. I cried out, and I felt my balls start to contract once more. He stopped his torture, and the cooler air of the room flowed back around my groin, cooling them off. Tears formed at my eyes. This was painful. I had never wanted to come so bad in my life, and yet, I didn't want Lance to stop. My cock gave a mighty throb, and a spurt of pre lanced out and hit me in the cheek. My cock kept throbbing, beads of pre falling out, pooling at my stomach while we sat there and waited for my body to calm down.

It felt like forever until he resumed lapping at my pucker again. The warmth of his tongue helped me to relax a second time, and he pushed in. I shivered, and another shot of pre launched, and landed to the right of my head. He delved in with a little more zeal, and my vision went haywire with pixelated sparks.

Throb

I felt my cock stretch once more. Fourteen inches. Fourteen. Fucking. Inches. My mind was reeling at that fact. It was almost three times its original size now. Lance pulled out, and gently pulled my cock towards him, and then let it go, causing it to snap back onto my chest with a wet thwack. I wailed. He did it once more, and I started to flail around. He laughed a little bit at my reaction before standing up and hefting my legs on his shoulders once more.

"You ready?"

"Just FUCK me already," I whined. The desire for release was above everything right now. Nothing else mattered. I felt his molten tip against my hole, and I pushed against it, spearing the first inch of his cock inside of me.

"Well, someone's eager," he chuckled, before pushing some more.

Sweet, sweet friction. I knew he was really thick in my mind, and something in the back of my brain told that I should be split down the middle, but my overloaded brain overrode the pain and turned it into pleasure. He pulled out, and thrust a few more inches inside, before settling and letting me adjust to his girth. I spazzed underneath him. It was electric, feeling his meat inside of me. I could feel every vein throb, every bump and ridge that contoured his cock, every single drop of pre that dripped inside of me...it was a very intense feeling of being so aware of my body.

He pulled out again, and pushed in with more force. It was easier for him, but the shocks of pleasure did not lessen any. He pulled back, and with one final mighty thrust, he hilted me. His fuzzy heavy balls slapped against my ass, adding to the surge of pleasure that washed over me. My balls began to draw up once more, and he pulled all the way out.

Throb

My cock inched along my chest, reaching fifteen glorious inches of flesh. My insides felt empty, and release was so close. I was surprised my balls hadn't busted yet due to the back up. They felt incredibly swollen, and they hurt. I needed his cock inside of me. I needed release. I was so needy, I didn't know what to do except whimper. He braced himself again, and pushed inside, all the way to the hilt. He grunted something to me. I wasn't paying attention to be honest. I was just relieved to have his cock wedged inside of my ass. He started to thrust, building a moderate rhythm. I felt his pre start to slosh around inside. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as his spined cock rammed over my prostate, causing my cock to throb, lift up slightly, and slap down, splattering the pre that had gathered. We were a messy symphony, adjusting, complimenting, and reacting to each other's motions. Every thrust he made, I tried to push back against him, lodging him deeper and deeper into my ass. He shifted his hips slightly, and then began to basically jackhammer my ass.

"Almost there..." he said through gritted teeth. I don't think I could have had a coherent response. I just knew that this was it; we were going to finish together. My moans and yells urged him on to fuck me harder and faster, my cock throbbing in tempo. The wall of release was rapidly approaching. I could see it in my head, speeding along, driven by his cock...I felt it swell in my ass, and I don't think I could have prepared for what happened next.

I felt a flood of fluid strike my inner walls. The heated liquid surged through my body in large quantities. He grabbed my cock in his own haze of orgasm, and pointed it upwards while stroking it as fast as he could. I watched with one eye open as it swelled impossible large, throb, and then-

It felt like my soul ejected from my cock. The force was so intense, I could have sworn my balls would forever be lost in my body. Streams of cum shot out of my throbbing pole, and rained back down on us, covering the entire bed. He grabbed onto my dodge ball sized knot, and I came even harder. The geyser spewed above Lance's head before gravity took over brought it back down onto me. Three, four, five, six...I lost count after seven jets of semen. I was so lost in the throes of pleasure. Soon, it subsided and the remnant of my orgasm spewed out of my cock. Lances was still on his knees, but he was so amazed by the results of his actions. I was breathing rather heavily, and the world remained muffled around me. I blinked once, saw him glance at me, smiled, blinked twice, and soon I found myself in a state of slumber.

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I awoke on my couch, naked. I had a huge headache, and the sun was shining brightly through my living room window. I remembered what happened, and I was surprised that I was...clean. Not a drop of cum was on me. This was confusing. I held my head in my paw and tried to remember when I bathed myself.

"Morning, stud."

I glanced up and found Lance standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of shorts. I groaned in response.

"You're a really heavy sleeper, you know that?" Another groaned response.

"I bathed us, and moved you to the couch, and you didn't even move. I thought I killed you or something," he laughed. Well, that explains everything.

"I also found out something really interesting."

"And what would that be?" I gave him a tired look.

"Your cock grew."

"I know it does, but it reverts back to five inches. I told you this, remember?" I said, a little frustrated that he'd bother me with such trivial information.

"No. It's not five inches anymore. It's more about seven or eight now."

"...What?"

"Take a look for yourself," he said, pointing at my crotch. I pulled back the covers, and gasped in shock. Though I wasn't erect, my sheath was much more swollen than normal, along with my balls. The thought of it actually permanently growing caught up with my body, and I felt an erection coming. Slowly but surely, it became erect and grew past my five inch mark. It crawled past six, and stopped at about seven and a half inches long.

"Told you," he said, grinning. I was in shock. This....this...I don't even know how to react to this. But there it was.

"How in the world..."

"Well, this just means it will take you less time to get to where you were," he smirked. That thought sent a shiver down my spine. To repeat last night...Oh god, help me.

I don't think I could have had a better problem than a growing cock and an insatiable tiger.

But, it still worried me.

Lance eventually headed to his residence ("I have homework, but I'll talk to you soon"), and that left me alone to think. Well, at least I tried to think. I just couldn't wrap my head around when my cock had permanent gains. Could it be that after obtaining a certain length, it retains some of that? What about my balls? What about my orgasms? My cock became erect at these thoughts once more, but I didn't want to sate it. Not yet, anyways.

Evening approached once more, and I found myself walking outside. I tend to meander in times of reflection, and this was no different. I walked the streets, passing by several groups of people going about their business. I made my way to the local coffee shop, and sat down on their outside patio. I didn't want anything to drink, but it provided a thoughtful atmosphere.

"But Chris, we go here every day! Can't we go somewhere else for once?"

I turned around. The large lion and slim tiger I saw last night were in the corner, enjoying their drinks. The tiger had what seemed to be a float of some kind, but it was kind of hard to tell.

"Isaac, if you had to change anything about my daily routine, this would not be it," the tiger said to the lion.

"But I can change anything you want!" The lion complained, throwing his hands up.

"Shhh! I don't want it to change!" The tiger snapped.

The lion groaned in protest, but apparently gave in. Though I just haphazardly heard part of their conversation, it did have a small effect on me. I mean, I can't change my problem. It is part of me, and to be without it would not make me whole. I leaned back in my chair, listening to it creak. Just then, a grey wolf and a panther sat down in the table in front of me.

"...and then he turned around, and bam!" The panther made a striking gesture with his hand, "I got him with a back kick to the gut."

"Nicely done, Ian. Now, did you win?" The wolf asked. The panther frowned.

"No, he got two more points than I did." The wolf laughed.

"As long as you got better, who cares if you lost? I mean shoot, I've lost plenty of times, and look where that's gotten me."

"But, you've been at this a lot longer than I have, Adam. Easy for you to say."

"Means nothing. Think of it this way: If you focus only on how bad your weak spots are, your strengths will suffer. But, if you only focus on your strengths, you won't improve your weak points, and they will only become weaker and easier to exploit. You won't be perfect, but you can still find that balance and use your skills to fit your needs, and continue to improve."

"Makes sense. I mean, as long as I get better. Victory is just a bonus."

"A little optimistic, but yeah," the wolf laughed again.

This haphazardly listened to conversation made sense in my situation as well. I mean, I found someone who likes me for who I am (I think), and hasn't thrown me away yet. I shouldn't be worried about my 'problem' because then I'd be wasting time, and not trying to get to know Lance more.

I stood up, and headed back to my apartment with a firm new resolve in my heart. I was done living in a self-induced shame. Lance liked me, and that's all that mattered to me right now. As soon as I reached the complex, I saw a familiar orange tiger leaning against the rail next to my apartment. I hurried up the stairs, and turned the corner.

"Geez, where have you been?" Lance asked.

"Around, contemplating things, you know. Stuff."

"Sounds boring."

"It was necessary. Now, come on inside," I said, unlocking the door. As soon as we entered, I found myself whirled around, and his lips attached to mine. I melted into the surprise kiss, matching his intensity. We released our oral hold on each other, and gazed into each other's eyes.

"Just so you know, I'm not going to repeat last night anytime soon," I told him.

"That kiss wasn't from lust, Sebastian."

"Oh?"

"Come on, I've missed you," he said, giving me a hug.

I returned the hug, and inhaled his spicy aroma.

"Have you really?" I asked.

"Of course! Why else would I be waiting for you to come home?"

"Good point."

"So what were you meandering about for?"

"Just thinking about my 'problem'"

"I didn't know one could really contemplate about their dick."

"Well, what do you think about it?" I asked with a little bit apprehension.

He paused for a moment.

"You know, despite my lust induced haze last night, that's not what made it special for me. I got to spend it with someone who I've admired from a distance. We may not have talked before yesterday, but I think we hit it off pretty well. Your 'problem' was just the best bonus in the world. I honestly can't wait to be fucked by that thing," he gave me a wink.

I gave him a hug. Though it wasn't as large of a concern I was making it out to be, there was a weight that lifted off of my shoulders. It was a relief.

"Thanks for letting me know," I said with a huge stupid grin on my face. He smiled down at me.

"It's not a problem."