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A Winter to Remember

By Komatose © 2008

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It was one of those days that seemed like it would go on forever. For Blake, a senior at Juniper Hills High, it seemed like the day was going at a perfect pace.

Blake Fausten was a German Shepard, standing at around six feet and just under two-hundred pounds; he was a decent sized guy. He was an example of pure bred, familiar caramel colored coat with black fur on his back, and the characteristic black muzzle. His hair was a rich dark brown, just like that of chocolate, though it didn't seem that he took care of it, having a bed-headish look about him. He liked that look, however, and hated when his mother would force him to use hair products for formal occasions.

"Ok! Who wants to hear a joke?!" blurted Mrs. Vails, Juniper Hills's chemistry teacher. The class room was silent, dead silent.

"Well, ok then. Here we go! Two atoms were walking down the street, and one stopped and said 'Oh my gosh! I think I lost an electron!' the other atom turned to him and asked 'Are you sure?' to which the first replied 'I'm POSITIVE!'"

The kangaroo threw her arms into the air and made a big open-mouth smile, no one laughed, however, not even a chuckle.

"Oh COME on! That was a good one!" She yelled in a flustered tone.

"Ok, how about some homework instead of jokes, then?" To this, the reply was a complete mix of guffaws, giggles, and claps from her once unamused crowd.

"You ROCK Mrs. V!" yelled Stan, a cougar seated in the back.

"You bet!" Mrs. Vails said cheerfully, but to her dismay only, the bell was about to ring soon.

After the bell, Blake was heading over to his locker when a familiar voice called to him from behind.

"Heya Blakey, that class could not have ended any sooner!" said a cheery Pomeranian girl. Blake instantly knew who is was and turned to her.

"Are you POSITIVE, Carla?"

Carla let out a giggle, "Yes, Blake, I AM!" A smile crept across Blake's face as he looked down at the little bundle of cheer, Goth, cuteness, sass, and spunk all wrapped up in a fluffy brown package.

"Well," Blake started, "I need to get to my creative writing class now." As he said that, he pulled a pair of black framed glassed from his locker and stuck them on his muzzle.

"Oh Blakey, you are so cute with your wittle gwasses!" Both of the canines had big smiles on their faces. Just as Blake was about to get going, Carla tugged on his fluffy tail.

"Hey! Don't forget to help me study for my math test, ok?"

Blake looked down at her, "Of course, princess!" Carla beamed another smile, waved, and skipped off to her next class.

As Blake was walking to his classroom, his smile melted away, because he knew deep inside that Carla really liked him. She knew that he was the sweetest guy she has ever been friends with, and she was most likely attracted to Blake's body, him being the tall, athletic type. However, Blake also knew deep inside that he could never tell her how he feels for her, he didn't want to hurt her, or let anyone know for that matter, so he kept his true feelings down inside. He was just waiting for the right moment, or the right someone, to help him identify himself.

It was the last class of the day for Blake, study hall. Blake loved having a study hall as his last class; it was the chance for him to get all of his homework done and to not have to worry about it at home. Blake was not an A student, he was more of a B student, and he liked it that way. As he made his way into the computer room, which was designated the study hall for the semester, he saw that little ball of caramel fluff wave at him.

He noticed it was her by that little black and red blouse with matching mini skirt she loves to wear, with a big white and black striped belt around her midriff. Carla loved to wear stockings and heels, it was what her legs looked whenever she wasn't wearing long pants. Carla was the, how to put it, happy-go-lucky Goth type, she dressed the part, but did not act it. Blake sat next to Carla and she happily plopped open her Geometry book.

"All right! Study time!" Blake smiled as they began to go over formulas and equations.

"Hey Blakey..." Carla started, "Tomorrow is Saturday, and, well..." Carla had one of those embarrassed looks on her face "I was wondering if you wanted to do something, you know?" Here was one of those moments Blake hated getting into. Blake wanted to be friends with her, but she wanted to be more than that. Even though she was the cutest thing on the planet, Blake knew he could never be attracted to her.

Blake was gay, but he had never been with another guy yet. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he also didn't want to set the wrong impression of relationship progression. Blake swallowed; he figured lunch would be a good idea.

"How about we get some lunch tomorrow, how does that sound?"

Carla's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful! Ill be at your house around noon, ok?' Blake half-faked a smile.

"Sounds great, I can't wait to see you, princess."

At that moment, the bell rang, and school was over for the day. Blake exited the building, feeling happy, yet ashamed at the same time. He didn't want Carla to get too close to him, just so he could break her heart. Blake was also afraid, he didn't want to tell her he was gay, because he didn't want get her to get revenge and tell the whole school about him, but then he realized that was preposterous, Carla and he had been friends since Jr. High, why would she do that? He just kept to himself as he walked to his car, and drove home.

Blake pulled into the driveway of his home. It was a nice two story house, cream-colored siding with green shutters on every window. The yard's trees were shedding their leaves all around; it was like a sea of amber, brown, and red. The back yard looked the same, except for the patio and the lifeless garden in the back. Blake groaned knowing he was going to have to rake this weekend.

Blake's family always had plenty of money saved up. They did not spend too lavishly though; most of the earnings were saved for emergencies and college funds. Blake's dad was an accountant, and his mom was a CNA at the hospital. He didn't get to see them as often as most families see each other, but they were a happy family.

Blake had a younger brother, Scott, who was a freshman this year. Blake and Scott had a good relationship, they didn't fight too often and always tried to appreciate each others privacy. Of course, they had their differences; Scott was a bit shorter and chunkier than his tall, athletic brother. Scott had to wear glasses all the time, whereas Blake only needed them to read.

As Blake entered the house, he got a soothing welcome from his mother. His parents, Sandra and Douglas, were both German Shepherds, giving their children a purebred heritage.

"How are you, sweetie?" Sandra asked as she walked up to Blake, giving him a friendly scritch behind the ear.

"I'm just great, is dad going to be home for dinner? Sandra smiled.

"Yes he is, and I'm going to be making scalloped potatoes and ham for us, yummy, right?!" Sandra loved to cook. She would always try out new dishes on her family, and if they didn't like it, she would bring the leftovers to work for her co-workers.

"Well, I'm going up to my room, I think ill take a nice nap before dinner."

Sandra nodded. "Ok, hun, ill try to be extra quiet."

There was not going to be just napping happening in Blake's room. He slid past his door and pressed the button on the knob, locking it. His room was your average teen's room, bed, dresser, computer, television, video games. On top of his dresser were baseball trophies. Blake had played baseball throughout Jr. High and into High School; he had to give it up two years ago after breaking his collar bone and shoulder blade in a skiing accident when he and his family were on vacation. He could never throw or swing as good as he did, and it caused stinging pain.

Blake sat down at his desk and turned on the computer. It was a decent computer, able to play most games but not all. He started with the internet, checking his email and instant messenger, sport scores, anime fan sites, and hitting up his game info sites. Though Blake seemed like the jock type, he actually had a nerdy aura about him. He loved gaming, anime, and creative arts.

After browsing his normal sites, he sat back and it was time for some real relaxation. Checking over his shoulder to make sure his door was locked and his curtains were closed, he clicked to his favorite porn sites. Blake had a thing for muscle furs; the sight of nice pecs and big arms was enough to get him going. He wanted to touch and feel all of the tight bumps and crevices of the muscled form, to taste the pre as it oozed out of their throbbing members, and to have a cock plunged deep into his puckered tailhole. That is what he really wanted.

He started with a video of a buff Rottweiler, posing and flexing for his audience. Blake could feel his cock poking out of its sheath and making a tent in his boxers. He unzipped his pants and took his shirt off, tossing it onto the bed. He reached into his pants and started to tease his cock, making it grow and push out if its sheath. When the Rottie on the screen took off his jock strap, Blake pushed his pants to his ankles and let his cock flop out of his boxers. At eight inches, Blake was very satisfied with the length of his own meat. His cock was hard now, and Blake murred to himself as his slid his paw up and down its length. He switched to a video of a muscled bull fucking the ass of a burly grizzly bear. Blake began to rub faster and tickled the head of his cock when his paw reached the top. His other hand went toward his balls, and gave them a firm squeeze. Pre started to ooze out of his cumslit, and give his red cock a nice glisten. The last video he watched was of a buff tiger getting sucked off by a twinkish lion. Blake was now rubbing faster, still tugging and fondling his balls.

His knot began to swell up, and he moved his hand from his balls to the knot and stared to massage it. He kept is maw shut, trying not to let a yip or howl out and cause suspicion. He could feel his cock start to pulse, and the warm sensation of cum began to flow though it. His balls tightened as his doggy seed flew out of his cockhead and splattered all over his chest and stomach, some managed to reach his chin. He took his hand off of his spent cock and rubbed off the cum from his muzzle, and then licked it off, savoring the interesting salty and sweet flavor. Then his whole body relaxed has he leaned back in his chair, savoring the afterglow. He knew his parents would be able to smell his cum if he didn't clean up, so he hopped into the little private bathroom in his room and washed up to get ready for dinner.

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Saturday morning greeted Blake by shining in his face. It was around nine thirty when he was woken by the sunlight. Unable to sleep anymore, he got out of bed, threw on some clean boxers, and went to his bathroom to freshen up.

He remembered that Carla would be at his house at noon, so he made sure he looked nice. He put on a white undershirt and a dark green overshirt, then he slipped on his favorite pair of khakis and slid a brown leather belt around is waist. He grabbed his watch from the dresser, but left his glasses there, he figured he would not need to do any heavy reading.

Blake sat as his computer, waiting for noon to come around. He went downstairs to wait, only to find Scott watching television.

"Cartoons? Aren't you a little old for those, Scotty?" Blake questioned.

"Oh, shut up, you watch anime, so what is the difference?" Scott demanded.

"I'm not going through this discussion about the dominance of Japanese animation again, bro" Scott stuck out his tongue and kept watching the television. A knock at the door signaled the arrival of Carla. Blake opened the door only to be hugged by a ball of caramel fluff.

"Blakey! I'm here!" Blake smiled "I can see that, princess! Shall we then?" Carla took his arm.

"Yes! Lets shall." Scott looked over at them.

"Don't forget a rubber, dude!" Blake gave Scott the finger, but Carla blushed bright red.

After a couple hours of hanging out and eating some lunch, Blake's car pulled up to Carla's house.

"That sure was fun, Blakey-poo!" She blushed.

"Yeah, good choice of food on your part, princess." Carla tried her best to scoot closer to Blake, and grabbed his arm.

"It sure is starting to get chilly out, I'm glad I wore my jacket." Blake felt nervous, and a little shameful.

"Well, winter is around the corner" Carla looked into Blake's eyes.

"Time to go home, but how about a little kissy-wissey from my prince?" Blake felt a wave of anxiety come over him, but then he thought of a way out. He grabbed her paw and gave it a big smooch. Carla let out a half-hearted smile.

"Aww, you are such a gentleman. We should...do this some other time?" Blake knew she was disappointed, but just could never kiss her face, not even her cheek, he did not want more unwanted feelings he would have to break.

"Sure, that would be swell. Finals are coming up soon, ill see you Monday at school for some study sessions, ok?" Carla tried to fake a smile.

"Alrighty, I guess ill see you then. Bye bye, honey bunch." Carla slid away from Blake and hopped out of the car. Blake watched her walk into her house, her head down, and after she was inside, he drove away.

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The next two weeks of school were chaos. Finals, tests, projects, all due within the last few days of school. The air was starting to get cold, and the trees were bare, but winter vacation was just beginning. For Blake, however, something was going to happen to change his life, forever.

Blake's cell phone rang, it was Carla.

"Hello, princess" he answered.

"Hey, sweetie" she replied. Carla wanted to do something fun this vacation, she was calling to see if Blake wanted to go Christmas shopping with her and her two gal friends, Heather, a Welsh Corgi, and Adriana, a Chihuahua. Everyone at school called these three the "Cute Troupe," since they were all very small furs and full of spunk and cheeriness. Blake wavered, Carla told him he could bring a friend, but he really didn't have any. Blake had a few guy friends, but they were the kind you would sit with and chat with at school, not bring on a shopping date. Blake gave in to her cute little begs and agreed. They would be going to the mall in Quincy, an hour's drive from Juniper Hills.

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A couple days after school ended for the break, Blake noticed the house next door had a moving van in front. He remembered the furs that used to live there moved during the summer, and figured the house was finally taken up. He was watching from his bedroom window as the movers took furniture and boxes into the house. A lot of the furniture was antique-ish and leather covered, he figured it was an old couple spending their retirement in Juniper Hills. Until a black pick-up truck pulled into the driveway. Out of the driver and passenger side doors came a couple, they were Bull Terriers. Blake could tell they were by their egg-shaped heads.

Blake imagined his parents wanting to get to know them and be all chummy with them, until he saw what came out of the back seat. Blake felt time stop as he watched, what he figured, and hoped, was their son, step onto the driveway. The terrier was wearing boots and jeans, with a big belt buckle on his waist, he wore a tight wife-beater that showed off the kind of body that made Blake pitch a tent in his pants. This guy was big, no HUGE, even though it was kind of hard to see, he could see his huge arms as they held onto a jacket he pulled out of the truck. The muscle-dog was also wearing a cowboy hat and a bandana around his neck, which just added to the hotness. Blake had a raging hard-on, and only from just SEEING this guy, and from a poor vantage point! Blake was excited about meeting the new neighbors, REALLY excited.

Blake couldn't just ignore this excitement, he made sure the door was locked, and got himself ready at the computer. While he was "relaxing," he could not peel the image of the buff canine he saw get out of the truck. He knew he had to meet him, even if the dog was not gay; he just wanted to get a close up view of him.

Hours later, the moving truck disappeared into the distance, and Blake could see the lights on in his new neighbor's house. It was coming close to six; he knew dinner would be ready soon. Blake made his way downstairs, hoping that his parents already invited the new family over for dinner, but only found his mom cooking away by herself.

"Hey hun, come here for a sec." Blake walked into the kitchen to be punched in the nose a strong aroma.

"What do you need, and what is that smell?" Sandra smiled.

"Sauerkraut! I'm making us Reuben sandwiches for dinner. Anyway, can you go tell Scott that dinner is almost ready?

Blake did as he was told and the family sat at the table for some German cuisine.

"Too bad your father couldn't make it for dinner; he will be home later, though." Sandra started.

Then she added, "Oh, did you see we got some new neighbors? I hope they are good people, not like the last ones with their damn loud music and constant parties."

Scott looked up. "I thought they were cool, too bad they had to leave."

Sandra gave him the eye. "ANYway," Sandra started, "I bumped into them after getting home from the grocery store and they seem very nice. I also figured they were from the south, since they have that accent, you know?" Blake nodded, Scott could care less.

"They have a son too, and golly, he was a big boy!" Blake could feel his cock twitch in its sheath, even though he had just pawed off a little while ago.

"Oh yeah, he is going to be taking his last semester of High School here, he is a senior, just like you, Blake. Maybe you should introduce yourself, maybe make a new friend? I notice you don't have any other guy friends over, just little Carla."

Scott snorted. "You mean his GIRLfriend, mom!" Blake eyed Scott, Sandra just smiled.

After dinner, Blake went up to his room and layed on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, and wondered to himself of why he was afraid to tell his family he was gay? He knew his parents would love him either way, Scott would probably think it was gross, but who cares about him. It wasn't just the fact that he did not want to hurt Carla, but school in general.

Juniper Hills High is not a very big school, and it has no gay students, well, currently it does not. In Blake's freshman year, there was a gay student, an otter named Troy. Troy was seen as an outcast. Juniper Hills is located in the "bible belt," many furs that live there are die-hard Christians, mainly Catholic. He was bullied by furs whose parents deemed his behavior as "evil." But the open minded furs, like Blake and a few others thought this was wrong. They kept their mouths shut about defending them, because the narrow-minded furs made the majority of the school. One day in April, Troy was found tied to a tree near the church, he was beaten to death. His death was kept hush-hush, the townsfolk did not want this being made public. The police did not want to get involved in the beginning, but they eventually did. They found the murderers, two seniors at the time, they were arrested, but claimed they were doing God's work by saving the town from evil.

Blake may not be religious himself, but he knows that God would not want someone to be killed like that; he thought the first Commandment was "Thou shalt not kill," not "Thou shalt kill fags."

Blake closed his eyes, he knew he would come out eventually; he would just have to wait until school was over and he was off to college.

It was dark outside, the wind was blowing and Blake could tell it was getting cold. Blake took off his clothes, curled up in bed, and decided to call it a night. However, the image of the next door neighbor crept into his mind, and the fact he would be going to school with him put a smile on his face as he fell into sleep.

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Once again, the morning woke him up. It was a little after eight, and he decided to get up. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, and stood up to get a good stretch, a yawn, and a scratch as his balls. He notices that the sun was very bright today, and looked out to see the ground covered in a delicate layer of white.

"I guess it snowed overnight." He softly said to himself.

He got himself ready and got dressed and made it downstairs around nine. Sandra and Doug were up already, making some coffee and having some breakfast.

"Good morning, son," Doug called over his paper.

"Have some breakfast, hun," Added his mother.

Blake sat at the table and they enjoyed some breakfast, minus Scott who was probably still asleep and would be till noon.

"Well, Blake, I'm sure you've seen the snow, ill give you a little spending money if you go shovel the driveway and sidewalk, deal?" Blake smiled.

"You got yourself a deal, pop." Doug smiled back.

"Good! Money always talks these days." Sandra eyed him

"Speaking of money, we need to get a Christmas list together, and get a tree for the living room, and decorate the house, and..." Before she could finish Doug had a paw finger on her lips.

"Now, now, darling, we have plenty of time." He gave her a wink, and she beamed a smile. Blake could tell by their faces that they wished he and Scott would be out of the house that day.

Blake remembered about shopping, and that he would be joining Carla and her friends tomorrow to go the mall in Quincy. It was a good thing Blake had saved up his allowances; he was going to have to do a lot of shopping.

Blake entered the garage to get the shovel, then he hit the button but the inside door and the garage slowly opened its large, metal maw to reveal a blanket of white. Blake buttoned up his coat, but a hat over his chocolate bed-head, and stepped outside.

A few minuets into his task, he heard a door open and close. He looked at his own house's and saw nothing. It was then he realized out of the corner of his eye that it was the new neighbor's house. What really shocked him was who it was that stepped out.

There he was, the muscle-dog that Blake had seen but a few days ago. Blake felt his legs tremble, because he could have sworn the canine was watching him, just standing there, and plainly staring at him. Blake nervously kept shoveling, taking quick peeks at the Bull Terrier. He was wearing more clothes then when he first saw him, those big arms covered by a heavy coat, but he could see how nicely he filled the blue jeans, they looked snug on him. His footpaws were covered by huge boots, not cowboy boots like Blake expected to see, but work boots. It had been only two minuets, but seemed like an hour, and the terrier was STILL looking at Blake. Just then, the big dog walked off of the front porch, and towards Blake. Blake saw he was coming and he though it was going to have a panic attack, his shoveling almost came to a halt, his throat felt dry, he didn't know what do to.

And simply, the Bull Terrier put his hands in his pockets, his head tilted down just a bit, crossed the area between driveways, stopped at Blake's.

"Howdy."

Blake heard his voice for the first time, and it sounded like a thousand angels singing out at once. The terrier's voice was deep for someone his age, and it had that southern twang to it. It sounded like that of a country singer. Blake froze; he didn't think he could talk anymore, until a word popped back into his mind.

"Hey."

The massive dog gave a half-smile. "Well, I guess I'm yur new neighbor, name's Wesley Turner, but yuh can call meh Wes." The canine took one of his giant paws from his pockets, and offered it to Blake. Blake just stared, dumbfounded, until he realized what was going on. Blake reached out and took Wes's paw, when they met, and when Blake felt the warmth of the big dog's paw encircling his own, he almost gasped. His shake was so gentle, even though his hands were so large; this gave Blake a near-instant boner. Luckily, his coat was covering his crotch.

Blake gave Wes a good check out in the split second they touched paw pads. He was massive, he damn near seven feet tall, by his bulk, he could have weighed at least three hundred pounds. His ears had piercing, three in the left, and two in the right, all two on each were a silver stud and one was a diamond. He didn't have his hat on this time, and he had short, black hair on top of his head, and a black goatee that was easily visible against his snow white fur. He looked into his eyes, they were an emerald green, enchanting, as Blake felt as though he could get lost in his gentle gaze.

Reality snapped back in. "I'm Blake." It was the only thing the poor hound could say.

"Nice tuh meetcha, Blake." Wes replied, and he smiled. Blake needed to regain his composure; he could not become a blubbering lump in front of this stud.

"Y.yeah, your g.going to be f..finishing your semester at the s..school here, right?" Blake couldn't help the stuttering.

"Yup, I rekon yuh are a seniur at the high school, right?" Blake just nodded, trying to calm himself on the inside.

"I guess wur gunna be classmates then, Blake?" Blake blinked.

"Yeah, that's r..right." Wes smiled again, it was the most charming smile that Blake had ever seen.

"Well, bein' I just moved here, I could use a new pal, wanna come visit my house after yur dun shovelin'?" Blake felt weak again, responding in a strange stutter again.

"Y..yeah! T..that would b..b..be great!" Wes closed his eyes and smiled again.

"Ill tell muh maw to start fixin up some coco, you must be freezing, stutterin' an all." Blake smiled.

"Yeah, its p..pretty cold." Wes looked back to his house.

"Well, jus come an knock at the door, ill letcha in, see yuh in a bit!" Wes took his hands out of his pockets and stepped back across the divide in the driveways and into his house.

Blake could only stand there, until he realized that the faster he was done shoveling the snow, the faster he could be in Wes's house. He went into super-shovel mode, and worked his arms to the point they felt like they would fall off. He did not even remember about the money he was going to get for the job, he just wanted to see Wes again.

In about ten minuets, the snow was gone, Blake ran to the garage, threw the shovel in the corner, and not back on its hook, pushed the garage door button and run under the door before it closed on him. He started to breathe heavy as he walked toward Wes's house. He walked by Wes's bootprints, his feet are huge. He looked at the door, and his shaky wrist went up and tapped on it three times. It opened to reveal a coatless Wes's, revealing his massive arms, as he was wearing a tee-shirt.

"Come on in, Blake," He said. Blake walked in; he could see the living room. Most of the furniture was still unorganized, some in boxes, but it looked relatively nice. Most of the furniture was leather, he could smell it, and leather always smells nice to a canine. Blake took of his snow boots, as he saw a few other shoes lined up on a small carpet near the wall.

Wes plopped himself on the leather sofa, making it squelch and groan under his large frame.

"C'mon over and have a seat, partner." Blake nodded, Wes just called him partner, he knew this was just a word southerners used for other furs, but he wanted deep down to be this dog's actual partner. Blake took a seat on the leather armchair next to the sofa, noticing all of the southern-themed items around.

"Well howdy there, fella!" An unfamiliar female voice with a southern twang called to him, he turned around to see what he assumed was Wes's mother.

"I'm Wesley's maw, and who might you be?" Blake was right about his assumption.

"I'm Blake, I live next door." The female bull terrier smiled.

"Well, shucks, Wesley, you gone and made yurself a new pal already?" Blake felt warm on the inside; she called him Wes's friend.

"Anyhew, My names Golda Mae, but you can call meh Mae. My hubbys out at that there Home Deepot store fixin' to get some improvements, too bad yuh didn't get tuh meet the whole family."

Blake noticed that Mae was much smaller than her son, she wasn't fat, but was plump, she had curly dark brown hair that came down to her shoulders and one of the biggest smiles a woman could have.

"Aw shit! I fergot about that fuckin' coco! Be right back!" Blake was kind of shocked, did she just say "shit" and "fuck" right now? Sandra would never dare say that in front of anyone, just Doug, and that was reserved for pillow talk. Wes chuckled.

"That's muh maw! She's a firecracker, alright." Blake smiled at Wes.

"Yeah, I never would have imagined she would swear like that in front of a guest."

Wes growled and squinted his eyes.

"Dontcha ever talk shit 'bout my momma like that, yuh fucker!" Blake felt destroyed; he just ruined his new friendship, and now was going to get beat up. Wes looked Blake in the eye, and then let out a guffaw and a smile from ear to ear.

"Just yankin yer tail, partner!" Wes leaned over and playfully smacked Blake on the shoulder. Blake winced, it did hurt, but it turned him on at the same time, but he figured Wes was just being playful, and thankful he didn't smack the bad shoulder.

"Holy crap, I thought you were going to destroy me," Blake let a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, I gotcha good, I though you dun shit yer britches!" Wes was just looking at him; Blake could see the same gentle eyes that he saw when they first met but fifteen minuets ago. Blake felt a sense of...comfort, safety, and even love.

"Well, maw's gonna be a while with that coco, wanna come check out muh room?" Blake felt his cock twitch, he was going to be...alone...with Wes...in his room.

"Sure, why not?" Blake was now a mix of nervous and excitement.

Wes hopped off of the couch and motioned Blake to follow. The two canines walked up the stairs to the second floor. Blake got a good look at Wes's tight ass while he was walking behind him. We wanted to squeeze it, but that might get him punched in the face.

"Here's muh room," said Wes as he opened a door near the top of the stairs. Both the canines stepped inside as Blake got a good look around. There was a bed, king size no doubt, a dresser, computer desk, weight bench, and some more boxes of unpacked things. Wes hopped onto his bed; Blake sat in the chair at the desk. "I still got some unpakkin' to do, it's gonna look real nice." Blake looked around. He saw a hamper with some dirty clothes in it, he wanted to grab some and just smell it, smell Wes's musk. He also noticed Wes's cologne, since there were in a smaller room together, it was...enchanting. A mixture of cologne and leather from the chair he was sitting in wafted into his snout, intoxicating.

Blake noticed some trophies and awards on the dresser.

"Were you into sports?" Blake inquired.

"Yup! Imma wrassler," Was Wes's reply. Blake then imagined begin pinned under Wes, his scent and body covering him, he tried to restrain these images, as he did not want to get a boner in Wes's room.

"I was the best in muh school, down south, I got tuh finish muh senior year of wrasslin' before we moved." Blake looked at Wes.

"Well, you look like you would be the best, since you are, well, huge!" A sly smile crept across Wes's muzzle.

"Yer damn right, that's how I got these babies." Blake's jaw almost dropped open as Wes flexed his massive arms. His biceps had to have been at least twenty five inches. Wes gave that coy smile again,

"Wanna give 'em a squeeze?" Blake's jaw did drop this time. He was just asked by this guy he could only see in his dreams if he wanted to squeeze his biceps. How could he say no? Blake didn't even need to reply, Wes already sat up on his bed, offering the bulging arm to Blake. Blake reached slowly, his mouth got dry, he almost started to shake as his paws wrapped around the massive arm. He gave it a squeeze; it was hard as a rock, as was his cock when he touched Wes's arms.

"That's raw power right there, partner." Blake only nodded; he could feel his cock starting to tent in his pants.

"Boys! Coco is ready!" A shrill scream came from downstairs; it was obviously Mae with the hot coco.

"Allright, 'bout time!" Wes said as he pulled his arm away from Blake. Blake just wanted to keep his paws on it for a little longer, but then he realized that he had massive hard-on forming.

"Umm, Wes, can I use your bathroom real quick?" Blake said. Just then, Wes smiled, it was the same smile he had on when he asked Blake to touch his arm.

"Sure partner, it's the door right next to mine." Wes got off of his bed and headed to the door.

"Ill wait downstairs, don't fall in now!" Wes chuckled as he walked away, but something really caught Blake's eye. Did...did Wes's crotch seem a big...larger? Blake shook his head, trying not to imagine it, but wanting it so badly.

Sitting around the coco, the three canines got to chatting, something Mae was a professional at. Mae told Blake about how her husband, Austin, had his company moved up north. Austin was an engineer, so they made decent money, just like Blake's parents. Blake also forgot how much time he was spending there, and realized he had to head home before his parents would worry that he had gotten lost in the snow. Just before leaving, Blake asked Wes if he wanted to join him in going shopping the next day with Carla and the rest of the Cute Troupe. Blake was ecstatic when he said yes. The three exchanged pawshakes as Blake hopped back into his boots and back to his home.

That night, he decided to call Carla and tell her that he was bringing someone.

"Hello?" said the little voice on the phone.

"Hey, it's Blake." The voice got excited.

"Oh hi, Blakey! I'm so glad you decided to call me for a change." Blake sighed to himself.

"Haha, yeah, well, I just want to tell you that I'm bringing someone with us tomorrow, he is my new next door neighbor, I'm sure you gals will like his company." Carla's tone changed.

"Oh Blakey, your company is all I will ever need, but sure, no problem, I doubt he is cuter than you, though!" Blake sighed to himself again.

"Oh princess, you are one of a kind." They exchanged goodbyes and Blake sat his phone on his desk. He threw himself on his bed and began to think. Did Wes like Blake? It was still in the back of his mind, the coy looks, the arm squeeze, was it possible? And if Wes saw Carla clinging to him tomorrow, would he give up on ever trying to get Blake?

But then Wes came into his mind again. He was wearing a wrestling singlet that Blake had seen in one of the wrestling pictures. All Blake could focus on was the bulge, and the scent of Wes, and in his mind he heard, "Wanna wrassle?" Blake could feel his pants getting tighter as his cock wanted liberation from the confines of his sheath. Blake obliged to his member and pulled his pants and boxers down, cock standing proud as he lay on his back in bed.

He began to imagine touching Wes's body, smelling and feeling him all over, feeling the raw power of his muscles, his gentle eyes, and that coy smile. Blake started to paw off his cock, tickling just below the head and making him murr. His other hand went to his sac as it started to tug and massage his testicles.

He imagined Wes taking off the singlet, and exposing his probably huge cock right in front of Blake's muzzle. Blake could feel warmth surging up and down his body as his cock was delighted by the motions of his hand. Pre began to seep out of the slit, coating his fingers.

Blake imagined working Wes's cock, making him murr, growl, and yip while Wes's muzzle was clamped around the throbbing member. Blake could feel his knot starting to form, and once again, he other hand went from his balls to his knot and began to tickle and tease it. Euphoria was starting to build up as his cum demanded release from its dangling prison.

As Blake imagined Wes blowing a load of semen all over his body, the same happened in his bed, only it was Blake's own cum. Ropes of the gooey substance stuck to his chest and slightly-defined abs. After his cock stopped its spasm, he lay there enjoying the sensation that just went though his body. He brought his paw up to his muzzle and licked off some of the cum, wondering what Wes's tasted like. He didn't want cum stuck on him all night, so he hit his shower, and returned to bed for a good nights rest.

*******

His alarm woke him up this time; it was nine in the morning. Carla and the others would be there in an hour. He got up, did his waking up routine, and got dressed. It was close to nine forty when there was a knock at the door. He opened it only to see what he was dreaming of the night before.

"Howdy, Blake," said the wall of canine muscle. Blake beamed a smile and let him in.

"I brought some of muh spendin' money with meh, guess I better do some shoppin' for muh folks while I'm with yall, am I right?" Blake nodded.

"Good idea, its best to get the shopping done before the holiday rush." Wes removed his boots and took a seat near the door.

"Were's yur family?" he wondered. "My mom and dad worked yesterday, so they are in bed. My brother is asleep too, but he is just really lazy." Wes let out a chuckle.

"Must be nice tuh have siblings, I've been an only pup muh whole life." Blake made a half-smile.

"It's not that great, really." Both of the dogs let out a small laugh, and then silence.

The silence was broken by a car horn, which Blake was upset about, because it probably woke his whole family.

"Time to go!" Blake said cheerfully, as both of the dogs slipped on their boots and preceded to head outside.

Immediately after Blake opened the door, he was attacked by three adorable monsters, Carla, of course, in her gothic regalia, Adriana, the Chihuahua in pink, and Heather, the Corgi accessory queen.

"This is going to be SO fun!" shouted Heather.

"O-M-G, I LOVE to shop!" squealed Adriana.

"Come on, Blakey, lets go!" said Carla.

"Gals, gals, settle down, I haven't introduced you to my new pal yet." The girls all sighed.

"Sorry," they said in unison.

Blake stepped back to let Wes though the door, and when he stepped outside, all three of the girl's jaws did a cartoon-style drop.

"Well, Howdy there lil' ladies," Wes said as he flashed them a smile. Blake saw his smile, it...was different, it wasn't the same as when he smiled at him the other day, it seemed...forced. Almost immediately, Heather and Adriana's faces turned red as they blushed, Carla did not, she just smiled back. After they introduced themselves, they agreed to take Blake's car, since it was bigger than the gal's little Volkswagen Beetle.

Carla then yelled, "Shotgun!" as she rushed to sit in the passenger seat.

"That's ok," said Heather, "As long as Wes gets to sit in the middle back seat with us."

"Yeah, an arm for each of us to hold," added Adriana, as she and Heather blushed again. Blake caught a glimpse of Wes's face as he scooted into the center of the back seat, Wes seemed...uncomfortable, he guessed it was because Wes was to stall and had to crouch a bit to sit there.

And like that, they were off to Quincy, an hour long drive. Unfortunately, the girls brought some of their R&B CDs to listen to. Blake hated R&B, it was either rock or get out, but he bended the rules this time.

Heather and Adriana were enamored with their eye candy they got to sit next to for the ride. However, things turned around completely when a very specific topic came up during the girl's idle chatter.

"So, Wes," began Adriana, "did you have to leave your girlfriend when you moved? And if so, do you need a new one?" Adriana looked him in the face and batted her huge lashes. Wes shifted in his seat, but then smiled again.

"Well ladies, I never had one back down south."

Heather frowned and asked, "Aww, how come? What kind of gal wouldn't want a perfect bodyguard like you?" Blake was listening very intently now, he had completely driven out the sound of the music and the girl's chatter, the only thing he could hear was what came out of Wes's mouth,

"Because I'm gay, sorry, gals."

At this point, Blake's foot almost slipped off the accelerator and hit the breaks. His eyes, full or hope, shock, and shame, looked into the rearview mirror, focusing on Wes's gentle eyes. Then when Wes realized that Blake was looking at him, he gave Blake one of those coy smiles, the same he had given the day before. All of this happened in a second, and the next thing heard was a big sigh from both girls as their dreams were crushed.

"It's ok, hun," started Heather, "We can still be good friends, just don't tell anyone at school, ok?" Wes looked puzzled.

"Why can't I tell anyone there?"

"Because," started Carla, the first words she actually said to Wes, "our school hates gays, they killed our last one." Carla true side showed whenever someone talked down about gays, Troy, the gay fur that was killed, was her best friend since grade school. Carla defended Troy till the end, and was the most devastated after his tragic death. Blake didn't really know Troy that well, but he didn't hate him just because of his sexuality. Something that most people, mainly radical Christians, Muslims, and other intolerant religions should learn, hate will not get you into Heaven.

"Well," started Wes, "I ain't afraid of a bunch of queer bashers, they better be afraid of ME!" Wes then, to the delight of Heather and Adriana, and Blake for that matter, gave his arms a huge flex, almost smacking the two girls in the forehead.

"Oh, so brave," swooned Adriana and Heather at the same time.

"I just hope you are right, Wes, the power of the church seems to outweigh the law in Juniper Hills..." After Carla said this, Blake noticed a tear trickling down her little cheek. Blake couldn't just leave her hanging, so he reached a paw over and placed it near Carla's; she took it and squeezed it tight.

The rest of the drive was a bit quiet, but after they all arrived at the Quincy Mall, they started talking again. They three girls began to cheer up and were as happy and giddy as pups. It was after the Trio disappeared into Libby Lu, a store neither Wes nor Blake would dare enter, that the two males began to have some alone time to talk.

They sat on a bench outside of the store.

"Those three sure are something, full of spunk and sass!" Blake looked at Wes.

"Yeah, they sure are." Wes smiled again.

"I may be gay, but I aint settin' a paw in that pink store! Nuh-uh." Blake could not believe it, the guy who he fantasized about was sitting next to him, already admitting he was gay, but Blake could not share his feelings for him...not yet at least.

"You don't hate gays, do yuh?" Wes asked Blake.

"No, not at all, there is nothing wrong with them; it's the people who hate them who have something wrong with their heads." Wes beamed a smile and put his giant paw on Blake's shoulder.

"I'm glad to hear that, partner."

The day moved on with all five canines getting their shopping done and after their stomachs were full from the food court and their blood pulsing with caffeine from Cappuccinos, it was time for the ride back home.

The ride home was a bit un-nerving, with Adriana saying "I gotta pee!" every minuet, followed by Heather saying, "Are we there yet? L-O-L." The two eventually had a caffeine crash and were asleep, one on each of Wes's arms. Carla could only look back at them and giggle as she took some more pictures to add to her huge MySpace collection.

Soon, they were back in Juniper Hills and pulling into the driveway of Blake's house. Heather and Adriana let out a stretch and a yawn and complemented their warm pillow. While the two girls had Wes help bring their purchases out of the trunk, Carla came over to Blake.

"Blake, thanks for driving, that was a fun trip, sweetie!" Blake smiled.

"It was, I'm glad you had fun, princess." Carla's face turned to a frown.

"Blake, I think Wes is a great guy...its just..." Blake knew what she meant.

"You're worried about him being gay? You shouldn't be, he can take care of himself." After the reassurance, Carla smiled and gave Blake a hug.

"Well, time for me to do some gift wrapping! Call me up sometime, hun!" Carla winked and headed to her car. The three fem canines were all waving and blowing kisses as the lime green car sped down the street.

Wes walked over to Blake, his hands in his pockets.

"That there Carla girl sure is sweet, she cares a lot about...well, everythin'." Wes looked down at Blake, staring right into his hazel eyes.

"So, Blake, were's muh hug? You gave Carla one, so why not yer new best bud?" Blake could see that coy smile creep across Wes's face.

"Well, I guess so." Wes took his hands out of his pockets and threw his arms open, Blake was expecting a huge crush-hug from a guy Wes's size...but it was very different. Wes's hug was gentle, comforting, even though his huge arms could crush Blake's rib cage, he just simply cradled him. Blake did not want to let go, he wanted to stay in his arms, forever. He looked up at Wes's face, his eyes were closed, and he...he was blushing! It was easy to see through his short, white fur. When he saw this, he blushed too, his hidden by his black muzzle fur. When Wes let go, Blake wanted to whimper.

"I 'spose I'll be headin' home, gotta wrap this stuff up for muh folks." Blake nodded.

"Yeah...Wes...I had a good time...with you today, thanks for coming along." Wes smiled again.

"Sure thing, partner, thanks for bringin' meh." Blake watched him turn away, only to hear him say, "And don't be shy about comin' over tuh say hi, I'm only a few steps away!" Wes chuckled and grabbed his bags and then he slowly walked across the divide in the driveways and into his house.

Blake knew in his mind, that Wes liked him, and he like Wes, but how could he break it to Carla, and the school...what would happen if they learned? Would it be a semester from Hell brought upon by those who think they are going to Heaven? These thoughts traced Blake's mind as he entered his house, forgetting his Best Buy bag was see though, and facing Scott.

"Sweet! Fallout 3!" Blake sighed when he realized what just happened.

"Aww, shit."

*******

It was December 19th, a Friday, and five days after the shopping trip. It was a sunny day, and the added snow on the ground made a blinding reflection, making everything seem brighter. The Fausten family had invited the Turner family, Wes and his parents, over for a little pre-holiday get together. The group of seven canines was in the dining room, enjoying jokes, stories, and Sandra's famous eggnog. The topic had eventually risen when Austin, Wes's dad, mentioned his son was gay. Blake already had known this, but he was relieved when Sandra and Doug approved of his choice, except for Scott, who made a goofy cringe, and was kicked in the shin by Blake under the table. The two families really did enjoy each other's company, especially Blake and Wes.

Blake could not stand it any longer; he had only known Wes for about a week, and wanted so badly to show his feelings toward him. He knew that Wes had liked him, and was positive that he liked Wes, to the point of passive obsession. He then remembered Carla, and the religious majority of the town, and the fear of being rejected. He made up his mind; he did not care about the town's ideals anymore. As long as he and Wes were together, the world could take its thoughts somewhere else. And then there was Carla, she would be the first person he would come out to, and he wanted to do it as soon as possible. He was afraid of hurting her feelings by making her feel rejected, but he was going to have to tell her eventually.

*******

Saturday night was the perfect time, his parents were both working and Scott had gone out to go sledding with his friends. Blake called up Carla and invited her over, she was ecstatic, and rushed over as soon as she could.

After being let in, Blake and she sat down on the sofa for some serious discussion.

"Blakey, I'm SO glad you invited me over for some alone time, I was so bored at home!" Carla looked at him and batted her lashes.

"So, what should we do first?" Blake looked at her; his face had a serious look about it, making her frown just a bit.

"Carla, I need to talk to you about something...important...about me..." Carla's face tensed, she looked down at the floor, and she said something that Blake did not expect, but sort of felt it coming.

"You're gay, aren't you, Blakey?" Blake's eyes bulged a bit; a nervous rush came over him. She knew? How?

"You...your...w..well....yeah, I am." Carla's eyes focused on Blake's again.

"I knew for about a year now, I just wanted to deny it, I wanted to fall in love with you, but when you kept avoiding those crucial moments, it clicked in my mind....well....because."

Carla closed her eyes.

"You remind me of Troy." The little light bulb in Blake's head lit up. Troy was her best friend; it would be easy for her to compare the similarities in their behaviors. Carla's voice sounded shaky, almost on the verge of crying.

"That is another reason I wanted to deny it, I didn't want you do end up the same way Troy did! That is why I acted so clingy, to make those bible-bearing monsters think otherwise! I...I was protecting you, I love you, Blakey." Blake then remember how much she despised the town's Christians, how they reacted to Troy's murder, like it was a cleansing. He remembered how she and a few others had a small memorial stone made with this name on it near the school, and it was desecrated within a week, 'God hates fags' graffitied across it.

"Carla, thank you, you really are my princess, in gothic armor!" Carla let out a smile again, revealing the happy face Blake had liked to see.

"Oh yeah, remember when we shared a gym class last year? I TOTALLY saw you checkin' out Adam Cook's ass when we did swim training." Carla reached out and gave Blake a tickle.

"Well, what can I say? He has a great ass!" Blake had never felt this happy, this open, talking about other guys asses to someone who completely agreed with him, and the fact he didn't end up hurting her made it all the better.

The two spent the rest of the night watching television, eating some snacks, and talking about boys, something Blake had really wanted to share with someone. Carla then hit him with a question he had been waiting for.

"You like Wes, don't you?" Blake felt a blush starting.

"Yeah, I really do, he has a really gentle inside, despite being a huge guy on the outside." Carla giggled.

"You really should ask him out, you two would make such a CUTE couple, and he could protect you from the God-scum at school! Oh, this is so romantic!" Blake was full-on blushing now.

"I...I'm gonna! I just hope my assumptions are correct, and that he feels the same way toward me." Carla beamed a smile.

"Blakey, you are the first guy he met in town, and probably told that he was gay, I'm SURE that he likes you, too." Carla continued, Blake was too bashful to respond.

"I'll stop acting so clingy in school if you want me to, but don't forget that you are still my best guy-friend!" Blake gave her a big hug.

"You will always be my best gal-pal, princess." Carla leaned into him.

"Well, now that I know about you, I need to find myself a boyfriend! I'm a lonely girl, dangit!" The two laughed as they spent the rest of night enjoying each others company.

*******

It was December 21st, Christmas was soon approaching, and Blake was mustering the courage to ask Wes on a date. Blake got up that morning and prepared himself, adding a spray of cologne to make him smell attractive. Blake grabbed his cell phone and nervously dialed Wes's number. Wes told him that is dad was at work and his mom was out doing some shopping, and that some company would be great. A perfect moment, Blake figured. It was near eleven o'clock, Blake put on his winter-ware and stepped into the frigid winter air, yet he felt warmer than ever. It seemed like he walked a mile, even though he just strode across his driveway, the divide, Wes's driveway, and up to the door. After hitting the doorbell, he waited for what seemed like an eternity. Today was going to be the day his true feelings would hopefully be shared. The door flung open, and there was Wes. He was wearing a simple white wife-beater, his tight jeans and his belt with extra-large buckle. Blake could see the outline of Wes's belly, it wasn't perfectly chiseled abs, but it was hard as steel. Above were two huge pecs, bigger than most women's breasts, solid, and he could un-mistakably notice two piercings jutting from where his nipples where. Above the muscled midriff, he saw the gentle smile and eyes he had always seen Wes show him.

"Howdy."

Wes broke the silence. Blake walked in, removed his boots, and the two of them sat down in the living room, or as Wes called it, the den. Wes's house was much better organized than the last time he was there, no more boxes and strange arrangements, everything looked perfect.

"So, what should we do tuhday, partner?" Wes asked.

"Well, its getting close to noon, want to grab some lunch?" Wes smiled.

"Sounds like a good idea tuh meh. Let me get muh coat, I hope yuh don't mind if yuh drive, I still don't know were all the good spots are 'round here." Blake was more than happy, and not too long after that they were at Juniper Hills's famous diner, Uncle Martin's. The two canines ordered their food; Blake had a simple bowl of chili and Reuben sandwich, which were actually better than his mom's, and Wes ordered...a lot, chili, a steak with baked potato, double cheeseburger with fries, and a medium meat-lovers pizza, which with he shared a few slices with Blake. After eating ALL of it, to the waitress's bewilderment, he still claimed he had room for more. Blake was actually turned on by his voracious appetite, and was not too shocked about the bill, expecting it to be high. Blake was impressed when Wes tossed enough cash onto the table for the bill, a nice tip included.

Stepping out of Uncle Martin's, Wes's noticed Father Daniel's Memorial Park in the center of the plaza. The grass was covered in snow, the fountain frozen in time, but the sidewalks and benches were cleared off. The plaza was very empty that day, most people staying home from the cold, and preparing for Christmas, so Blake did not resist when Wes offered to sit at one of the benches, claiming that he liked to rest after a meal, and the drive would upset his stomach, the perfect lie.

There Blake was, inches away from the one he wanted to love, and no eyes to spy on them. It was then Blake had the feeling this was a set up, when a large arm creeped up behind him and set itself around his shoulders. This was Wes's test, would Blake jump and act shocked and disgusted, or would he just accept the massive arm around his shoulders. Blake sat there, thinking of what to do, and enjoying the mass of muscle perched on him, comforting him. Blake made his move. He slowly reached his right paw up to Wes's paw on his left shoulder, his paw fingers slid gently into Wes's, joining the two hands in an embrace.

"Wes..." Blake started as he turned his head toward Wes's.

"I like you." Wes gently smiled back.

"I know yah do." Blake then had a sense of comfort melt through him, also a though in the back of his mind, 'Can people really read me like an open book?' But that thought faded when he started his next sentence.

"Um...I've never dated a guy...or anyone, before, but...would you be my...boyfriend?" Blake could see Wes blush.

"Yer dang right I would, sugar." Blake blushed this time, not only at the fact that Wes and his relationship started at that moment, but that the fact that he called him 'Sugar.' Just then, the moment Blake had been wishing for was about to come true. Wes's muzzle began to lower to his, Blake closed his eyes at he rose his toward the other canine's.

The world and everything in it disappeared. In the middle of endless space, there was Blake and Wes. Their lips met, both of them feeling a wave of euphoria and warmth surge through every fiber of their bodies. Their kiss felt like it lasted forever, but it was really just a few seconds. Their lips parted, and the world returned to where it was. It was so soft; Wes didn't try to force his tongue in, like he wanted his first kiss with Blake to how gentle he can be. Blake opened his eyes and met Wes's.

Wes made that coy half-smile and broke the silence, "Yur a good kisser, sugar." Blake never felt this...complete. Then Wes shocked him back to normal by giving him a big lick across the muzzle. Blake giggled and leaned into Wes for along embrace.

"C'mon, Blake, lets get back home, I'm fixin' to catch a cold in this frigid park." Blake did not want to leave Wes's embrace, he wanted to stay in his warmth, but he had to let go. They didn't stay apart for long, as their hands met and held each other tight as they walked back to Blake's car.

It was the most perfect moment of his life, Blake was happier than he had ever been. Nothing could ruin it. However, what Blake did not know was a certain hyena was watching them from the Subway across the park. It was Andrew Lewis, the priest's son. Andrew's face sneered and his hands tensed up as saw the two canines walk paw-in-paw, squeezing the contents of his sandwich all over the table.

Blake and Wes returned home, paws still staying conjoined. Wes unfortunately had to break the news that he and his family were driving back down south to spend the holidays with the rest of Wes's family. They were both a little upset, since they both just started their relationship together, but also it was understandable, since Christmas was one of the biggest family holidays. Wes had a plan, however, he was going to take his truck along with this parent's vehicle, and drive back by himself a day before his parents were to return, just to spend some alone time with Blake. Blake was excited and nervous at the same time, because he knew some fun things would be happening in the solitude of Wes's house.

*******

December 23rd, Wes, Mae, and Austin departed from Juniper Hills back to their hometown of Winrey. Blake watched from his frosty bedroom window as the two vehicles left. He lie down on to his bed and sighed, he was already lonely.

Christmas came and went. Blake got a digital camera, something he was without, even though his cell phone had a camera, this was just so much better, a couple new video games, some anime DVD's, and a few other small things. He also got some cash from his grandparents, all four of them, a tin of sugar cookies from his aunt Marcette, and a fishing pole from his uncle Duncan, who promised to take him and Scott fishing since his brother, Blake's dad, was not the 'outdoors' type. Doug and Duncan were almost exactly like Blake and Scott, except neither of them was gay. After the festivities ended and the relatives departed from the Fausten house, Blake could only think of Wes, who would be arriving back in town tomorrow. That night, he told his parents that he would be hanging out at Wes's the next day, and possibly spending the night. Doug and Sandra were fine with that, since they both had to work the next day anyway.

*******

December 26th, Blake received a call on his phone; "Howdy" said the voice on the other side.

"I'm home now; yuh can come over any time." Blake had already known this, since he had been looking out of his window every five minuets waiting for his boyfriend to return.

"I'll be waitin'." Blake did not waste any time, he was out the door within a few seconds of ending the call. Before he exited his house, he told Scott, who was playing Fallout 3 in the living room, that he was going over to Wes's. Scott was a bit puzzled, but he shrugged off his suspicions and kept to the game.

Knock knock knock. The door opened. Wes stood there.

"I missed yuh, sugar." Blake replied. "I've missed you even more, big guy." They both smiled and then Blake jumped at Wes and wrapped his arms around his big neck, planting a wet kiss on the muzzle. Wes returned the kiss, holding Blake in his arms as their muzzles were joined.

Their tender reunion was lightened when Wes licked his lips after the kiss and said, "You taste like cookies." Blake giggled and told him about aunt Marcette's gift.

The mentioning of cookies began the discussion of new items gained within the last day. Wes showed Blake a plethora of gifts he received; Wes must have a huge family, or a very rich, small one. A huge wad of cash, gift cards, a stereo, a forty-two inch LCD television, home theater system, more weights and other lifting equipment, and all sorts of new clothes.

After going over the gift list, both of the canines realized how hungry they were getting, it was past six, after all. Blake decided to order some pizza from Uncle Martin's, the place did not deliver, so Blake would have to drive, but it was worth it for Wes since he had loved the last pizza he had there. Within an hour, the two had gone though three large pizzas, Wes eating two and a half and half of one for Blake.

Wes planted himself on the sofa, Blake sat next to him and he wrapped his arm around him and pulled him close.

"Whooey! That was some good pizza," Wes proclaimed as he rubbed his bulging, solid belly. "Yeah, their pizza is great, but I prefer the company better," said Blake as he turned toward Wes. Wes smiled and licked his pup on the muzzle.

"Yuh know, out of all these presents I got, there is one that I like most of all." Blake's ears perked up.

"An' that's you, sugar."

Blake felt the same feeling of comfort and love that he felt when Wes told him that he liked him the park. Instantly, their lips met again, but this time, there was an added bonus. Wes snuck his tongue into Blake's muzzle; Blake did not resist it and let the warm, wet intruder feel around his mouth. Blake did the same, their tongues dancing together in the miniature ballroom their open maws made. Their kiss lasted a good few minuets, until

Wes pulled his mouth from Blake and said, "Whew! Yuh really are a good kisser, you sure I'm the first person yuh kissed like that?" Blake smiled and nodded, blushing.

"Damn, cuz yuh got meh going, sugar."

Their lips met again, and Wes grabbed Blake tight and repositioned himself on the sofa so that he was lying on his back and Blake was on top of him. Blake could feel Wes's warmth radiating off of him, and he used this moment to slip his paws around Wes's midriff, his arms could barely touch because of Wes's thick frame. They both noticed each others cocks, rock hard and poking at the others crotch. Wes didn't waste any time and grave Blake's ass a firm squeeze. Blake let out a moan, not breaking their kiss they were still in. Blake took his paws and slid them under Wes's shirt, feeling his up his solid belly and tight pecs, his fingers coming to a rest on Wes's pierced nipples. Wes sat up a bit and removed his shirt, revealing the curves and valleys of his midriff, Blake took his off as well, showing Wes his tight chest and half-defined abs. Wes murred and moved his muzzle past Blake's and began to nibble and suck on his left ear. Blake turned his muzzle downward and began to lick Wes's neck, enjoying his mate's flavor. Wes let go of Blake's ear enough just to let out a long moan and a pant. Blake brought his tongue lower and began to work around Wes's nipples, although pierced, it still made Wes throw his head back and moan in delight. Wes pushed Blake back, and began to explore his body with his own tongue. He licked his nose, down his cheek to his neck, and around both of his nipples, suckling on each one. Blake had never felt the sensation of his nipples being worked on like this; he let out a moan as his cock throbbed within his now tight fitting boxers.

Wes stared Blake in the eyes. "Are yuh ready to see some meat?" A wave of excitement surged over Blake.

"Fuck yeah, let me at it, stud." Wes let out a sly smile and began to undo is belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor with a loud clank from the buckle. He reached for the button in his jeans and his zipper when Blake grabbed his paws.

"I want to do this part; I've been waiting so long for this." Wes smiled again.

"All right, partner, but I'm gunna tell yuh, where I come from, everything is big." Blake could not wait to see the treasure he was about to discover under the layers of denim and cloth. Blake undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and with the help of Wes, slid the tight fitting jeans down. Wes was wearing a pair of grey boxer-briefs, his cock and ball sac making a huge bulge in the tight underwear, and a wet spot of pre were his cock head was resting. Blake slid his paws into the elastic band of the underwear, and pulled them down. There it was, something Blake had always been curious about, Wes's cock. It was huge, eleven inches long, thick, and a drop of pre running down the underside as it escaped from its cloth prison, almost bopping Blake on the snout. Wes had a huge open smile on his face, his tongue hanging out as he panted with delight. Blake could smell Wes's musk radiating from his crotch; it was one of the greatest scents to ever pass through his nasal cavity.

"Go on, partner, have a taste. Since this is yur first cock, its ok tuh go slow, I'm real sensitive, anyway." This time, it was Blake's turn to have a sly smile come across his muzzle.

"I think I'll be able to handle this, big guy." Blake may not have sucked a cock before, but he knew he had no gag reflexes, he was about to blow more than just Wes's cock. Blake started by grabbing Wes's cock by the base, his other hand placed on top of that one, he bent his head down and gave the cock a rough lick. Wes squirmed and let out a load moan as Blake tasted his meat, a trail of pre sticking to Blake's tongue. Blake started to lick up and down the shaft, from where his hands were holding it to the sensitive tip. Wes's muscles tightened and started to yip and moan as Blake treated his cock like a giant candy cane. Blake loved the taste of Wes's pre, it had a different, more enjoyable flavor from his own, and he made sure not a drop was wasted.

It was time to impress Wes. Blake took his paws off of his cock and slid them onto Wes's thighs. He started by licking his cock head, moving his tongue in a circular pattern. Blake then closed his maw around the cock head, and little by little, he began to slide the member further into his muzzle. Wes could only watch in amazement and absolute pleasure as Blake had already taken his cock halfway into his mouth, but this was just beginning. Blake pulled his head back, leaving a saliva coating over the half of Wes's cock that made it into his mouth. He went down again, this time going down three-quarters of the way, he could feel the head touching his tonsils. Wes's moans grew louder, almost the point of yelling out in pleasure.

Blake drew his head back again, and this time, he went for the kill. He took a deep breath, and launched his muzzle toward the cock, it slipped and slided until Blake's nose was buried in Wes's pubic fur.

"GODdamn!" Wes shouted, he could not believe that his entire cock was in Blake's muzzle, the wet warmth of Blake's throat felt amazing. Wes arched his neck back and screamed out again in pleasure as Blake began to rock his head back and forth. Blake took the opportunity, to grab onto Wes's grand testicles, one for each paw. Wes's hips began to buck as he just wanted to grab Blake by the back of the head and brutally skull fuck him, but he was afraid of hurting him or tearing out his throat. Blake needed air, he pulled his head back from Wes's crotch and the cock popped out of his mouth as it hit Wes's belly with a wet slap. Wes's knot had begun to form, meaning his load was about to release itself. Blake took a deep breath and shoved the cock back into his muzzle, taking it to the top of the knot. He knew he couldn't make it around the knot, it was just too big and it would need some practice. He made up for this by taking both paws to the knot to massage it gently. He began to rock his head back and forth and suck, rubbing the knot at a faster pace. Wes placed his paws on Blake's shoulders and began to lightly buck his hips, enamoring the sensation of Blake's teeth gently scraping along his cock's length.

"Aww, fuck...I'm gunna....aww, FUUUCK!!!" Wes's cock began to throb as his seed released itself, shooting down into Blake's hungry throat. Blake had been waiting for this, and began to swallow the huge load as it coated the inside of this esophagus. Wes's cum was one of the most interesting things he had ever tasted, and Blake loved it, not wasting a drop as he drained the massive cock.

Wes's body became limp as he collapsed, panting heavily. Blake lifted his head up and took a deep breath and licked his lips clean.

"Holy fuckn' shit, that was the best head I've ever gottn'. Whooey!" Wes let out a deep breath as his knot began to disappear and his cock began to settle back down.

"Wes, that was the best thing I've ever had in my mouth, your cum tasted great!" Wes smiled at his partner.

"I didn't think yuh could take the whole thing! Shit. An don't worry, sugar, yur gunna be experiencing greater things, how does right now sound?"

Blake was still hard as a rock, his pre was starting to make a small wet spot on the crotch oh his khakis, and Wes was about to fix this problem. Wes gave Blake a push, and the smaller canine flew the other way so that he was on his back on the other side of the sofa. Wes pounced on top of Blake, wrapped his huge arms around Blake's midriff, and sunk his tongue deep into Blake's muzzle. Blake loved the sensation of having Wes lay on top of him, even though it was a bit hard for him to breathe, it was thrilling. Wes didn't say a thing as his removed his tongue from Blake's muzzle and began to lick from his neck, down his chest and stomach, and ending at his crotch. Wes wanted to just grab Blake's pants and underwear and just rip them right off, but he didn't want to ruin his partner's clothes.

Wes undid the button and zipper on the khakis and hastily yanked them off of Blake, tossing them behind him letting them land wherever. Next came the boxers, ending up in the same fashion. Wes smiled.

"Damn, sugar, you're pretty big yurself! I'm gonna have some fun with this thing." Wes's muzzle shot down into Blake's crotch as he dug his nose into the spot in-between Blake's cock and ball sac and gave it a big whiff. Blake's musk sent him into a frenzy as he started to pant and drool. Wes started to lick Blake's cock feverishly, going up and down all eight inches of Blake's length, stopping at the head to tickle it with this tongue. The tickling made Blake yip and moan as his hands grabbed onto the leather sofa coushin, making it squeal as his held it tight. Wes planted his muzzle firmly around Blake's cock and began to suck fast and hard. Since this was Blake's first time getting sucked off, Wes knew he wouldn't last long, so it was best to go fast and make Blake cum hard. Wes took a free paw and tugged onto Blake's ball sac, tickling the spot he had sniffed earlier.

Blake's knot began to form; he was about to cum. Wes pushed his maw further down and managed to take the knot in as well, using the tip of his tongue to tease it. Blake arched his back and let out a howl, followed by a long moan as his cock began to spasm, dumping his doggy seed into Wes's hungry maw. Wes's tongue licked all around the spent cock, picking up any drop of cum that tired to escape.

"Oh, oh my God. That was...amazing." It was all Blake could say, his mind could not find words to describe the un-comparable sensation he just felt. Wes took a paw and wiped some saliva from his lips.

"Fuck, yuh got a good taste to yuh, partner, real sweet tastin'." Wes wrapped his arms around Blake held him close to his massive frame. Wes lay on his back on the sofa, holding Blake in his embrace.

"How do yuh feel, sugar?" Wes asked his mate. "I...feel...beyond amazing, I can't think of a word to describe how good I feel right now." Wes smiled.

"Works for meh, sugar. I'm all tuckered out from that, I say we head on up to muh bed and call it an early night." Blake nodded. Wes held tightly on to Blake, and held him in his arms as he took him upstairs and into his bedroom. He sat Blake on the bed, covered him up, and went back downstairs to get their clothes so that Wes's parents wouldn't come home to a mess the next day. Wes got back to his room to see Blake fast asleep, a big smile on his muzzle. Wes threw the garments onto the floor and slid into bed, wrapping his big arms around Blake's body.

"Goodnight, love, "Wes said as he licked Blake in-between his ears, and drifted off to sleep, both the canines enjoying the unending warmth of each others bodies.

*******

Blake woke. He let out a deep yawn as he looked around and realized he was not in his own room this time. The next thing that popped back into his sleepy mind was the wonderful experience he had shared with this boyfriend the night before. Speaking of Wes, he was not in his bed, Blake was all alone. He looked at the digital alarm clock on Wes's nightstand; it was nine twenty-seven. He then noticed an enticing aroma sink into his nostrils, bacon. He then figured that Wes had gotten up and was making a nice breakfast for the two of them. He slid out of Wes's bed, and noticing he was still naked, grabbed his clothes which were sitting nicely draped over the desk chair. He slipped them on and poked his head out of Wes's room, looking up and down the hallway. He was a little upset, he wanted to see his mates face first thing from waking, but a nice breakfast would be a sweet surprise.

It would be a surprise indeed. As he made his way down the staircase, he heard a female's voice, it was Mae! He remembered that Wes's parents would be coming home that day, but he didn't expect them this early. Blake was unsure of what to do; he couldn't just run out of the house, being afraid of the two of them. He swallowed his fears down, and walked into the kitchen.

As soon as he stepped a paw onto the tiled floor, a giant wall of solid dog appeared in front of him. Blake gasped as he was grabbed, lifted, squeezed, and licked half a dozen times in the face.

"Mornin', partner!" Blake relaxed as he realized he was in the safe arms of his mate, but then looked past Wes's head to see Mae and Austin sitting at the dining table. Mae had her chin resting on her paws, and Austin had his arms crossed, both of with their eyes focused on the couple. They were both smiling.

Wes's was still holding onto Blake, and instead of letting him walk over to the table, he carried him over to an open chair, set him in it, and kissed him on the nose. Austin broke the silence.

"So glad yuh could join us, even if it bein' against ur will." Austin looked at his son and punched him in the arm.

"Aww, he's just bein' a gentleman! I raised him tuh be one!" Mae put her paws on the table. Blake was relieved that Wes's parents were so open towards him, but a bit embarrassed since this was the first time he was meeting them as Wes's boyfriend. Mae got up.

"Yuh dun woke up just in time, I thought I was gonna have to send Wesley to fetch yuh from bed, don't want yur breakfast to get cold!" Mae waddled over to the oven, where there was bacon, eggs, pancakes, or griddle cakes as she referred them to, and hash browned potatoes. Austin sparked a conversation.

"Well, I'm glad that muh son found someone he's fond of, even tho we ain't been livin' here for, what, less then a month?" Wes nodded.

"I was thinkin' Wes would have a hard time findin' himself a man, in this 'God fearin'' town, but who'd a thunk we'd move right next door to a great kid like yurself?" Blake was feeling a blush coming on; Wes's parents really did like him, even though they hadn't really known each other. Mae returned to the table and sat a plate loaded with 'vittles' in front of Blake, gave him a scritch behind the ear and sat back at her seat.

Mae added to the conversation.

"Believe meh, Blake, Wesley has done nothin' but say good things 'bout you, from the first moment he laid his eyes on yuh. The two of us placed bets on how long it would take for yuh two tuh fuck!" Wes blushed and looked at his mother,

"Maw!" Mae let out a shrill giggle.

"Jus' yankin' yer tails! But really now, all he has done was go around sayin' 'I really like this guy, I really do.'" Wes looked back at his mate, and grabbed Blake's free paw and gave it a squeeze. Austin and Mae both smiled again.

"I am really glad that you decided to move to this town, Wes has made me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life." Blake smiled and squeezed back at Wes's paw, only to have Wes lean over and kiss him. Blake didn't resist, even if his parents were right in front of him. Mae and Austin both sighed a little 'Aww' and looked at each other, their eyes full of adoration for their son's romance.

Wes and Blake's lips parted, "Mmm, bacon." The four canines let out a mix of a guffaw, giggle, laugh, and chuckle as they enjoyed the company.

After breakfast, Blake reminded the Turners that the final semester of high school started on Monday, and it was currently Saturday. Wes kept all of this supplies from the half-year he spent back home, so he was ready. Blake naturally reassured him that if needed anything, help with homework, borrowing of supplies, or directions, that he would offer it to his mate. Blake told Wes he needed to head back home, to show his parents he was okay and take a shower and relax a bit. The Turner's had some errands they need to run, so they would be gone the afternoon anyway. Blake was stricken with an idea, though it was a very nerve-wracking one. He told Wes to come over for dinner, so he could come out to his parents and show them his boyfriend. Blake and Wes exchanged a kiss, and Blake headed back to his house.

Blake was greeted by his mother, and told her about dinner plans. She seemed a little confused, and flustered that it was such short noticed, but she agreed to cook an extra plate, or two, for Wes. She told Blake that his father would be coming home early today, so he could be able to join them for the big moment. Unfortunately, Scott would be there too. Scott was the only person Blake was worried about, since Scott was pretty immature about romance.

After a nice shower and getting some clean clothes, Blake was going to spend some time with his new Christmas gifts, until he accidentally overheard a conversation involving Sandra and presumably his father.

"...were going to have a dinner guest tonight...A friend of Blake's...No, not her...Nope, the neighbor boy, Wes...Yes...I think he's going to tell us tonight, about time, right?...Oh Doug, you devil...Great idea!...Ill do that, this will work out perfectly...I agree..." Blake walked away before hearing the rest of the conversation. Did...did his parents know? Know that he was gay? And what were they planning, something nice probably, but Blake would have to find out later that night, and try not to act suspicious. He went up to his room and sat down on his bed. He fired up his computer, it was time to play some games and let his mother work her magic in the kitchen for a dinner to remember.

Around six, Blake got a call from Wes, he was back home and would be over in a few minuets. Blake left his room, only to have a wonderful aroma dance past his nose. He could smell one of his favorite recipes that he loved his mother to cook, her famous meatloaf. It would be a perfect dinner for them and he was sure his mate would enjoy it. Blake walked downstairs and met his father in the living room.

"Hey son, I hear you're bringing over a guest for dinner." Doug was sitting in his recliner and watching television.

"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, pop, since it was kind of spurt of the moment." Blake put his paws in his pockets.

Doug turned toward his son and smiled, "Not at all, just don't go into the kitchen yet, your mother told me to keep you out until dinner was ready. Oh yeah, Scotty wont be joining us tonight, he is at his friend Steven's house." Blake was relived by the fact his brother would be absent, less potential drama. Blake plopped himself on the couch and waited for Wes.

A few minuets later, the doorbell rang. Blake nearly flew off of the couch and swung the door open.

"Howdy." Wes was wearing a blue plaid button-up shirt, familiar tight blue jeans with big ol' belt buckle, a green bandana around his neck, the same one Blake noticed when he first saw Wes, and a gentle smile on his big face. Blake could smell Wes's cologne, he still had no idea of the brand or what scent it was, but it was just as enchanting as ever. Wes walked in and took his boots off and set them on the rug near the door.

"Howdy, Mr. Fausten," Wes greeted to Blake's father. The older Sheppie looked at the massive Bull Terrier and smiled.

"Please, call me Doug, and welcome." The sound of clicking footpaws caught their attention.

"Ah, our guest has arrived, and just in time I should add!" Sandra had on her cooking apron and was holding a wooden spoon in her paw. Sandra disappeared back into the kitchen, and a few seconds later, she called the three males to the dinner table.

Blake walked down the hallway his mother had just vanished down, Wes following closely behind. They were greeted by a wonderful dinner scene. Sandra had the kitchen table dressed up; she only does this for special occasions. She had the lights dimmed a bit with two large candles giving the table a romantic illumination. Blake knew in his mind that this was not normal for Sandra to do the kitchen up like this just for Blake inviting a 'normal friend' over, he knew that they knew something. As Blake and Wes walked toward the four-person table, Doug entered from the dining-room entrance and sat at the table where Sandra was already sitting. Blake sat down across from his father, and Wes across from Sandra. Sandra sure made a spread for them! It was her famous meatloaf with cream cheese and bacon mashed potatoes, corn, dinner rolls, and a soda already poured into glasses for the two younger hounds, Sandra had iced tea, and Doug had milk.

"This is quite a spread, Mrs. Fausten, yuh could give muh maw a run for her money!" Sandra smiled and her tail wagged a bit.

"It just seemed fitting for such a nice evening, and please, call me Sandy." Sandy? Blake thought this over. There was only one friend that his mother allowed to call her Sandy, and that was Carla. Sandra always thought that Carla would be a perfect girlfriend for Blake, but Blake always pulled the shy stunt for when she began to talk about it.

As the four began to eat, Doug spoke up.

"I hate to bring this up to you on such short notice son, but I'm treating your mother to her Christmas present tomorrow." Blake's ears perked up.

"We are taking a vacation to Lake Suskato, where I have rented a cabin for the two of us, and we won't return until Tuesday." Sandra gave her husband a romantic wink.

Doug continued, "Sorry that we won't be here when school starts, but you and Scott are old enough, you should be fine. We will be leaving some money in case you need to get anything at the store, and as for that, don't call us unless it's an emergency." Sandra added.

"We will be leaving early in the morning, and Scotty told me that he is going to a post-Christmas party before the school year starts, so he won't be around much tomorrow, sorry to leave you all alone on your last day of vacation."

It was time, now was the perfect moment to tell them. Blake mustered his courage, swallowed his fear, looked at Wes, and spoke.

"Well, I won't be alone; I know that much for sure." Doug and Sandy listened closely, as if they knew it was coming. Blake's paw reached across the table and set itself on top of Wes's, giving it a loving squeeze. Blake took a deep breath, gathering the comfort that Wes's eyes were giving him as they looked at each other.

"Mom, Dad, Wes is not just my best friend, he...he is my boyfriend, and I...I...well, I'm gay." Blake looked at his parents. Doug was smiling and nodding, Sandra was hugging her own arms, head tilted to the side, and a slight blush on her face. Sandra was always a sap for romance.

Doug spoke, "I can't say that I'm shocked, son, we kind of knew you were." Blake's ears dropped.

"You knew?" Blake sighed. "Am I really that obvious to everyone?" Sandra giggled.

"You don't hide your secrets well, honey, just like your father here, I knew he was going to propose to me weeks before he did." Doug got caught off guard and blushed, only to get a kiss on the muzzle from his wife. Sandra spoke again.

"Blake, darling, we will love you no matter what you chose to do with your life, we are very proud of you, and raised you to be the kind-hearted fur you are today."

Doug added in, "We also want you to be careful; we're talking about around this community. We remember what happened to poor Troy three years ago, tragic indeed." It was Wes's turn to speak.

"Don't yuh worry, folks, I'm prepared to use every bit uh strength I got to protect Blake, I won't let a thing happen to him as long as I am around." Wes looked into Blake's hazel eyes.

"Im goin' to protect you, no matter what, you can count on that." Blake felt a rush of warmth come over him; he had never felt this touched before. Blake leaned over to his mate and they exchanged a kiss. Sandra got all blushy again.

"I'm glad that my son got to find a great fur like yourself, Wes, from now on, you are part of the family." Wes smiled, a half-blush trying to peak out from behind his fur.

"Thank yuh, Mr. Fau...I mean, Doug."

The dinner continued on with more discussion about all sorts of topics. Romance that made Sandra melt, sports that got Doug chatting, achievements that Wes was proud of, and the future that Blake wanted to share with his mate.

After dinner, Doug and Sandra stayed in the kitchen to clean up as Blake took Wes to the door. Wes slipped back into his boots and faced Blake. Blake swung his arms around his boyfriend's large frame and gave him a tight hug.

"I hope you had a good time tonight, hun." Wes smiled and placed his paw on the back of Blake's head.

"I sure did, sugar, yur maw's a real good cook and I can't wait for the next dinner she fixes up."

Blake layed his head on Wes's chest, "Wes, I'm glad that you are here. You make me feel complete; I've never felt this happy before, you are the best thing that's happened to me." Wes licked Blake on the forehead and whispered into his ear.

"You just wait till tomarruh, the best is yet to come." Blake smiled and licked Wes's neck.

"I'm ready for you, big guy. I will give you a call when the house is empty, then we can spend the last day of winter break together." Wes lowered his hands to Blake's butt and gave it a firm squeeze, making him gasp.

"I'll be waitin', nothin' can take tomarruh away from us." Blake lifted his head and his lips met Wes's.

*******

December 28th. All Blake could dream about was Wes. He wondered what their first time having sex would be like, what kind of thrills, sensations, and surprises would be in store tonight. He could barely sleep; he was more excited for this day to come than he was for Christmas a few days ago. It was only eight thirty, Blake got up, unable to keep sleeping. He took a warm shower to wash off some leftover grogginess, got dressed, and headed downstairs for some breakfast. On the kitchen table was a note from his parents and an envelope with some money it, they were already gone.

Scott got home shortly after Wes had left the night before, and would probably be asleep past noon; he would be in for a rude awakening when he had to be up by seven the next morning for a brand new semester. He poured himself a glass of milk and popped some frozen waffles into the toaster. He sat at the table, and once again, Wes came into his mind. He though about things he would need for their encounter later. Blake didn't have any lube, as he had seen it used plenty of time watching porn. He then thought about possible pain, Wes did have a jumbo cock, and since Blake's tight little tail hole had never been plowed before, he would have to take it slow. The waffles popped out of the toaster and startled Blake; he then sighed to himself and ate his breakfast.

The day dragged on, Blake found entertainment in his games, anime, and trying out his new camera. Sure enough, Scott woke at eleven fifty-five, shockingly early for the lazy pup.

"Heya, bro," greeted the plump hound. Blake smirked at his brother.

"Well if it isn't Sleeping Beauty, you're going to hate waking up tomorrow." Scott yawned.

"I don't care, I'm gonna get all tired at the party tonight and have a good sleep for the first day." Blake threw a sofa pillow at this brother.

"There better not be any drinking going on, you are only fifteen and I don't want to have to bury my little brother." Scott scoffed.

"No, there won't be any drinking, I'm not stupid. By the way, what are you doing tonight? Gonna have your little GIRLfriend over for a 'slumber party'?" Scott made sure to make quotation marks with his paw fingers.

Blake figured he would shock his sibling with the honest truth.

"No, I'm going to invite Wes over tonight." Scott tilted his head and rolled his eyes.

"Damn, Blake, you talk about him and hang out with him so much you act as if he is your boyfriend." Blake smiled.

"Actually, he IS my boyfriend, and he and I are gonna have sex on YOUR bed tonight." Scott sighed.

"You're a fucking retard, Blake." Scott walked off into the kitchen. Blake shrugged to himself and continued to read his camera's manual.

The day continued to drag on until around four, when Scott's friends picked him up and off he went to his party. Blake could not get out his phone faster. Within seconds, Wes was on his way.

Ding dong. Blake charged the door, ripped it open, and there stood the one thing he desired most.

"Howdy." Before Wes could step in, Blake jumped onto him, swinging his arms around his neck for support, and planted a big, wet kiss on his face. Their lips parted.

"Damn, sugar, yuh sure know how to make a big fella like meh blush." Blake noticed that Wes's face was turning red.

"I love it when you blush, big guy." Blake let himself go and Wes took of his boots and hung his coat on the rack. Wes was wearing the almost exact clothing he was wearing when Blake had seen him from his bedroom window. Tight blue jeans, belt with overly-large buckle, tight wife beater, red bandana, but no hat this time. Wes also had a duffle bag and a book bag with him; it looked like he was ready to spend the night.

Blake was already starting to get horny just by looking at his mates tight clothes; he could see Wes's pierced nipples sticking through the shirt, the nice big bulge the jeans gave him, and the alluring aroma of Wes's cologne, Blake still had no idea what brand it was. Blake had to pace himself; good things come to those who wait.

Wes had all of his supplies with him for the next day. They looked over each other's class list, only to find a not so good combination. They only shared one period, and that was lunch. Blake figured it would be good if they didn't share gym class, he didn't want Wes giving him the unwanted gym-boner. Wes also had his old high school's gym clothes; 'Winrey High' is what the navy blue shirt read. This was a perfect moment for Blake to ask about Wes's hometown. Winrey was a little bigger than Juniper Hills, and more tolerant of gay students. Juniper Hills was primarily a fur populated town, compared to Winrey and other towns. Not very many humanoids, scales, or avens lived in the small village.

This was also a good time to ask Wes if he had a boyfriend back in his old town.

"I did...but..." Wes trailed off.

"He didn't love meh." Wes frowned; it was the first time Blake had seen him this sad. Blake put his paw on top of Wes's as he continued.

"We was both sixteen when we met, I wasn't as big as I am now, but I was still pretty threatnin'. We dated for about a year, we had sex, and lots of it, until I found out that was all he wanted out of meh. One night, I told him I loved him to his face, and he couldn't say it back. He told meh that he was not sure of his feelin's, he didn't know what he wanted. It broke muh heart." Blake could have sworn he saw a tear gather in the big dog's eye.

"He left meh, and I didn't date again until we moved. I figured up here would be a fresh start, and so I found yuh, Blake." Wes turned his head toward Blake and smiled again.

"I never would have guessed I'd be movin' right next to the only gay guy in town, maybeh its...yuh know...fate?" Blake squeezed Wes's paw.

"When I saw yuh, that day yuh were shovelin', I thought you were the cutest thing I'd ever seen. You got them cute ears, soft fur, fluffy tail, kind personality, nice body, yur just perfect in muh eyes." Blake had never been complemented like this, his emotions were running wild. Wes had called him perfect in a town that would call him an abomination. Blake felt on the verge of tears, he wanted to be with Wes, and he knew it, he wanted to be with him forever, no matter what anyone said.

"Wes...I..." Blake took a deep breath and caught his composure.

"I know what I want, and I want you. Even though we have been together for just about a month, you make me feel complete."

Blake took both of Wes's paws and looked deep into his emerald eyes.

"Wes, I love you, with all of my heart. I will always love you, no matter what." Wes choked up, trying not to cry.

"I love yuh too, Blake, and I'm not going anywhere as long as yuhr with me." Blake could not stand the small gap between their bodies, he jumped into Wes's arms, making him fall back onto the couch, and both canines wrapped their arms around each other in a passionate embrace.

An hour passed, they just stayed in the same position, their bodies pressed against each other as one. They chatted, laughed, kissed, licked, remembered, and daydreamed. It wasn't until Wes's stomach started rumbling they realized how hungry they were. Uncle Martin's was closed on Sunday, so there would be no pizza ordered, to Wes's disappointment. There were some frozen pizzas in the freezer that worked perfectly. While the pizzas cooked, Blake decided to show Wes some off his anime collection. He picked his favorite, FLCL, and popped it into the DVD player. Wes enjoyed it, he had never seen anime before, be he loved the, as how he put it, "Crazy Japanese cartoons."

One by one, the pizza supply diminished, the slice count was seventeen to seven, Wes being the winner.

After a filling dinner, Blake pulled out his digital camera. Devilish thoughts ran into Blake's mind as he saw Wes make that sly little smile. The camera's hard rive began to fill with all sorts of photos. Blake, Wes, Blake and Wes, kissing, licking, Wes flexing, Wes flexing shirtless, Wes flexing nude, more nudity, and so on. Wes never did put his clothes back on after that.

Blake had a massive hard-on going from the sight of Wes's naked body, Wes noticed this.

"You like my big muscles, Blake?" Wes started flexing his biceps, even though Blake's camera was off and set away on the end table. Blake started panting.

"Yeah, your body, is...amazing. I never knew someone your age could get that big." Wes chuckled.

"I guess it's a mix o' genes and determination, my grand-pappy was a real big hound, too, and I jus really like workin' out, I love the feelin' of makin' my muscles work." Blake wanted Wes, now.

"As much as I love your amazing body, I love the guy it belongs to a whole lot better." Wes smiled, walked over to Blake, who was sitting on the floor now, leaned down, and kissed him.

"Imma show you how much I love you too, sugar, now, hows about some lovin'." Wes stood straight up, his pink cock head starting to poke out of its sheath. Blake had been waiting for this moment, to taste Wes's cock again. Blake tore off all of his clothes and scooted close to Wes, his muzzle inches away from the semi-hard cock. Blake put his paws on Wes waist and gave the growing cock a lick. He licked it over and over until it was rock hard, Wes moaning and gasping at every lick. Blake made Wes's cock slick with his saliva, and wrapped his muzzle around the head. He began to engulf Wes's entire member as he had done the night before, going down a little further each time he pulled his head back and launched it forward. At the same time, Wes began to buck his hips forward as Blake's muzzle slid down his cock; he put a paw on the back of Blake's head and the other on Blake's hand at his waist. Blake looked up at his mate, took a deep breath, and his muzzle went all of the way down to the base of Wes's cock, his chin touching the warm ballsac.

Wes let out a yell, "FUCK that's good." Blake took his free paw off of Wes's waist and began to stroke his own cock, using the pre gathering at the cock head to slick it up as he stroked back and forth.

After Blake's head bobbed back and forth a few times, Wes stopped him.

"Ok, love, *gasp* you ready to have this dick up yer ass?" Blake looked at his mate and nodded.

"I'm ready; let's go up to my room." Wes bent down, picked Blake up, and swung him over his left shoulder. On his way to the stairs, Wes stopped at his duffle bag and took something out. He continued upstairs, into Blake's room, and tossed him onto the bed. Blake giggled as he bounced a few times.

"I love it when you pick me up like that." Wes smiled.

"Well yur about tuh love this, now let me see that cute ass of yurs." Blake repositioned himself on all fours, his head right above his pillow. Wes crawled onto the bed that seemed too small for him, and sat on his knees at the footboard.

Wes lifted Blake's fluffy tail up, revealing his puckered, virgin tailhole.

"Yeah, that's a nice hole you got, partner, but before I go to town, are you sure you wanna take it? I don't wanna hurt yuh, now." Blake reassured his lover.

"Yeah, I'm sure, I don't care if it hurts like Hell at first, I want you inside of me." Wes got started. He bent down to Blake's hole and gave it a rough lick. Blake moaned in pleasure and his eyes rolled back as Wes started to stick his tongue into his hole.

"I grabbed some lube from muh bag, I figured we'd need to use it this time, it's gonna feel a bit cold, so get ready." Wes squirted a helping of lube onto his middle and pointer paw fingers; he slowly lowered his hand to Blake's hole and pressed on it, making Blake gasp. Wes started by poking one finger into the now slippery tailhole. Blake groaned, but in pleasure more than anything else. Wes wiggled his finger around, loosening things up a bit. Wes pulled his finger out and squirted some more lube into the palm of his paw, and greased up his still hard cock. Wes scooted his body closer to Blake's backside, until his cockhead was an inch from the puckerhole.

"Here it comes, sugar, I'll go slow for yuh at first, just tell meh it yuh want meh to stop."

Wes pressed his cock against Blake's hole, and after a slippery 'pop,' his cockhead was in. Blake let out a load moan as his ass was stretched by the thick head. Even though it was just Wes's cockhead, it felt like it was going to rip his asshole apart. Blake could feel pressure and pain as the biggest object to enter his ass was sliding its way in for the first time, but Blake did not want him to stop, he wanted this, no matter the pain. Wes pulled his head out and popped it back in, making Blake yip each time. After sticking the head in and out several times, he plunged it in once more and began to work it in. Slowly, Wes's cock was consumed by Blake's hungry hole. After three inches, Blake arched his back, feeling the pressure move deeper inside of him. It was more pressure than pain that as surging through him now, and slowly, it was turning into pleasure. Six inches, Wes was around the halfway mark, but this time, he pulled back, stopping before his cock slipped out of the tight confines of Blake. With a loud grunt, he pushed back in; nine inches imbedded its way in this time. For Blake, the pain was receding; all he could feel now was pressure on his insides as well as growing pleasure and heat as Wes's warm organ was burrowing its way inside. Wes pulled back again, placed his paws around Blake's waist, and with another loud grunt, plunged in.

This time it went all the way in, Blake's tailhole was now up against Wes's furry sheath. The pain was barely noticeable, just the sensation of warmth, fullness, and satisfaction.

"Ugh....I'm all the way in now...GOD yuh feel so nice and tight..." Wes started panting, the sensation he had so longed for again was back, and with someone who loved him this time. Blake was breathing heavily.

"Oh Wes...this feels so amazing." Wes lowered his torso on top of Blake's back, reached his arms around his lover and hugged him. He lowered muzzle to Blake's ear.

"Ok, I'm gonna start fuckin' yah now, don't be afraid to tell meh if I'm going to fast now." Blake murred as Wes licked his ear after speaking.

"Fuck me, Wes, give me all you got!" Wes leaned back up, got a good grip onto Blake's waistline, and started to slowly rock his hips. Blake began to moan as he could feel the pressure inside him leave and return with each rock. Wes's cock was poking his prostate; Blake could feel a warm tingle in his balls whenever Wes moved forward. Wes began to rock a bit faster; he loved the warmth of Blake's body around his dick, as well as the perfect tightness of his virgin tailhole. Blake started to match the motion of Wes's rocking, moving his body forward when Wes moved back, and back when Wes moved forward.

"Aww FUCK...yuh feel so damn good." Wes was getting louder, so were his moans and grunts as he began to pump faster.

Blake reached out and grabbed his headboard for leverage and arched his back even further, screaming out in pleasure.

"OH GOD, Wes, ooh...fuck me harder!" Wes listened, he bent his torso and wrapped his arms around Blake's midriff, and started to jackhammer the pup, balls slapping against his ass. Blake screamed, not in pain, but in pleasure. His prostate was being pounded, and he could feel his knot forming and his balls wanting to retract. Wes's knot formed after the hammering, he pushed himself back up, and got ready.

"I'm gonna' tie us, Blake, you ready?" he asked his lover. Wes's knot was huge; Blake remembered seeing it when he deep throated him the other day, he wasn't sure if it would fit without doing some damage, but he didn't care about the pain at this near-orgasmic moment.

"Tie us, Wes, I'm ready!" Wes braced himself, he pulled back a bit, and with a rapid thrust, his knot forced its way into Blake's taut hole. Blake screamed.

"OH FUCK...OH God...ugh...I'm ok, don't stop." Wes moved into his jackhammer position, but instead of a brutal pounding, he rocked slowly. The force, the warmth, the delight, it was too much for Blake's prostate to handle, his balls contracted, his cock pointed up, and his orgasm hit home. Blake's cock throbbed as cum shot out and all over his bed sheets, headboard, and some on the chin. Wes was next, he let out a guttural yell and squeezed Blake tight and his muscles spasmmed as his own cock began to pulsate deep inside of his lover, filling him with creamy doggy seed. Blake felt a wave of heat come over him internally; it was the most euphoric thing he had ever experienced.

Both dogs were panting heavily. Wes began to feel weak in the knees and fell on top of Blake. They both repositioned themselves so that they were still tied, but lying on their sides, just enough room for both of them in Blake's queen sized bed. Wes had his arms around Blake, holding him tight; Blake had his paws on top of Wes's. Wes began to lick and nibble Blake's ear.

"Did you like that, partner?" Wes whispered into Blake's now moist ear.

"I loved it, Wes; you made me feel so good just now...I love you." Wes licked the side of Blake's face.

"I love yuh too, sugar, lets just lay together just a little longer, I want tuh be close to yuh."

The two canines lay together for about an hour, Wes whispering sweet nothings, Blake scratching him behind the ear, kisses and nuzzles exchanged, until ten rolled around.

"We should get up, my brother will be returning home soon, and I think he is going to wonder what your clothes are doing downstairs without you in them." Wes chuckled.

"I guess you're right, partner, do yuh mind if we sleep together tonight, just like we did the other night?." Blake stroked Wes's cheek,

"Of course, but we should take a shower before bed, I don't want to go to school in the morning with cum stuck on my fur!" Wes laughed and kissed Blake's cheek as they both got up and prepared for bed.

It was eleven; Wes's bags were in Blake's room, next to Blake's own book bag. Blake was at his computer desk, getting ready to turn it off. Wes walked out of his bathroom, wearing only a pair of tight red boxer-briefs. Blake looked at his lover.

"You are so hot in that pair of underwear." Wes smiled, walked over to Blake, and gave him a kiss.

"You should see me without 'em." Blake giggled and hugged Wes around the neck. Wes stood back up and gave himself a good stretch, flexing his bulging muscles. Blake just stared in adoration.

"Well partner, let's hit the hay, big day tomarruh." Blake got out of his chair and went to turn the light off. Wes hopped onto Blake's bed, making it creak under his weight. Blake changed the sheets while Wes showered, so they wouldn't be sleeping in the cum-puddle that Wes left. Blake slid into his bed, facing Wes.

"Goodnight, stud," said Blake.

"Goodnight, sugar," said Wes. Blake flipped around with his back to Wes; Wes wrapped his arms around his mate as their comforting warmth eased their minds to sleep.

Meanwhile, downstairs. Scott had just arrived back home as Blake and Wes fell asleep. He took of his coat and boots and noticed another pair he had never seen before. He shrugged at them, plopped onto the couch and decided to watch a few minuets of television before bed since he wasn't very tired anyway. He noticed Blake's camera sitting curiously on the end table, and as any nosy sibling would do, he turned it on. He began to search the stored photos.

"Duh, Blake looks so retarded...ugh...dude...dude...DUDE...WHAT THE FUCK?"

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To Be Continued...

What will school be like for the two lovers?

What kind of encounters awaits them?

Who will end up betraying or befriending them?

What did Carla get for Christmas?

Will poor Scott be able to gouge out his mind's eye?

Did Doug and Sandy have crazy sex on their vacation?

Stay put and find out for Part 2...

A Summer to Forget...