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Venn was in the shower with the boy, naked this time with his mane streaming down his back under the pressure of the falling spray. He was sitting on the floor which was odd but he pushed that out of his mind because the boy was leaning over his left side, the tip of his cock brushing his inner thigh. His right hand was on Kris' backside, forefinger slowly circling the tight little black pucker, pausing every now and then to tap directly at the center of it, or to brush his finger from the bottom of that ring to the top in a single quick swipe. He loved the way the head of that black cock jerked up against his inner thigh; it was making him hard just toying with the virgin hole.

As Kris grew used to the sensations his pucker started to part under those soft taps until he could slip the first part of his thick finger inside. Both of them moaned in unison when that happened, Venn because of how tight the young man was and Kris because he'd never felt anything like it before. Showing the same patience he'd demonstrated when he was washing off the gunk, he persisted in sliding his finger in and out of that tight pucker, toying with the sensations that he knew the younger male was experiencing for the first time.

When he was sure that Kris was ready for more and he slipped his finger in as deep as it would go. For a while he teased it in and out gently stretching the tight ring until it loosened enough to make the passage smooth as silk, then he added a second finger and started all over again teasing and toying with the boy until his body accepted the size, then a third finger, all the while whispering soft encouragement to his young lover.

Finally he felt the boy was ready, and they were suddenly sitting straddling one of the benches in the locker room.

Kris whimpered and whined every time the horse's large hand slid from the tip of his cock down to the base, squirming and pressing back against his large form. "That's it Kris." He brushed his lips against the back of the raccoon's neck inhaling the sweet scent of someone so young, so untouched. "Lift your hips, slowly, that's a good boy." His cock worked on its own jumping against the boys backside until he stilled it with his left hand, aimed perfectly so that the head was pressed up against that tight ring he'd so carefully prepared. "Easy now, go slow so you don't hurt yourself." The boy started to press back and he moaned in pleasure at the ease in which the tip of his cock slid into that tight embrace. "That's it, take your time." He moved his left arm back around the boy and held him firmly as he sank the rest of the way down onto his throbbing prick.

The moment he was sheathed in that heavenly warmth his right hand resumed teasing the boy's shaft, fingers light and gentle as they slid up and down, up and down along that virgin length. "Oh, gods, you feel so good..." The boy's soft moans and pleas for more were his reward and he picked up the pace his hand tightening a little as it slid from tip to base and back again mapping out the smooth planes of the boy's shaft. "Just a little more... Just... a little..." He could feel his balls pulling up against his body, the tightening of his cock as it prepared to fill the boy's body for the first time...

His eyes opened and he sat bolt upright in bed staring at nothing. His body was drenched in sweat and his cock was throbbing with the need to release. What the hell was wrong with him? He'd never found the kids he taught to be sexually interesting before. Some of them made no bones about throwing themselves at him and he'd always brushed them off as too young so why was he having dreams like this now?

It had started a week before, just after that horrible prank that Audio'd played on the kit. He'd dreamed he was washing the boy, forever washing, that horribly sticky stuff off his most private parts, but after a few nights the whole flavor of the dream had changed and he was... Good God he was dreaming about molesting a child!

He needed a strong dose of adult male that should knock this dream out of his head. The thought made his already painfully hard cock throb sending a runnel of pre down the side of it. His right hand was reaching for his phone almost as soon as he thought about it. He'd even hit the speed dial for Kerris' phone before he hit the disconnect, remembering that Kerris and Mythic where out of town this weekend.

Fuck! Now what the hell was he going to do? He hadn't had this problem before and it was driving him crazy! It was just a dream damn it! It didn't make him a pervert! Did it? Besides the kit might not even be gay! This last week he'd been seen around campus with Kittara in some pretty compromising situations, and he know for a fact that the two had been holding hands and whispering to each other when he was giving them instructions at swim practice last evening. the rumor was that the vixen was dating the younger boy. But that could mean anything from just holding hands to real dating when you considered they were high school kits.

Still he'd fallen for straight men before. That line of thinking brought back images of Adam, images that he'd thought he'd pushed out of his head, but no he could see the ringtail in the shower water streaming down over his shoulders and back to plaster the fur to his tight ass. That was more like it! He lay back with his eyes closed and held onto the secret glimpses he remembered of his best friend, the one time he'd seen him roll out of bed naked, hard as a steel pipe. His hand slid to his groin and he started stroking, working the pre into his skin as his hand fell to the routine motions that he knew would bring him off fast and hard. It was Adam's image he clung to, pushing the kit aside whenever his brain tried to insert the much younger boy into the images rolling through his head.

His dick responded, jumping in time to his elevated heartbeat, throbbing in his hand as he imagined the possibility of going down on Adam's cock. Just the thought of having his lips around the ringtail's manhood had him on edge. A few more slow strokes of his turgid member and his back arched, tail flagging moments before he shot his load the creamy white jizz blasting up his chest to almost hit his chin before tapering off to coat his belly. With the orgasm came the lassitude that made him drift in warm fuzzy feelings with images of his old army buddy rolling through his mind. He wasn't a pervert, he liked men damn it.

* * * * *

Kris woke with a strangled cry of interrupted pleasure. He was so close! Why did he have to keep waking up before he got to the best part? He could still feel the phantom fingers of his Coach's hand, that slow steady draw up his aching shaft. It had been a bit of a start when the original dream of the coach washing him off had shifted to this more intimate touching, but that was nothing compared to the night that he first felt those fingers sliding inside him. He'd nearly orgasmed in his sleep only waking moments before his release with just enough time to throw the blankets off and make sure he managed to get it on himself where it was easier to clean up than on the sheets.

Over the last few nights it had gotten more in depth, more real for him than being awake. The sound of Coach O'Brien whispering in his ear, god he could still feel the warmth of his breath tickling the fur there. He had no reservations about reaching down to help his cock along, his hand moving fast and sure over his length, coaxing the sensations to a head, imagining it was that large strong hand gliding over him and not his own, that he was leaning back into the strong muscles of that broad chest. That he could feel the horse's large cock pressing against and then into his body just felt so right. He had no experience to draw on, but from the way the Coach in his dream had reacted to that it must be a little slice of heaven.

He didn't know why he was blessed with this wonderful dream but every night he dreamed it, it got better, pushed just a little farther, let him feel just a little more from the Coach. If only he could hold onto it long enough to feel the older man cum inside him, God just the thought of that pushed him over the edge and he shot up his body with no warning at all, managing just at the last moment to bite his lower lip to stifle the cry that wanted to erupt from his throat. He lay there for a while, enjoying the way his body felt, but it wasn't enough.

His cock was still achingly hard, and just moments after he'd come, his hand was working again replaying the scene in his head once more, his hand acting like the coach's had, slow at first with those gentle strokes that made him want to scream in frustration, but at the same time slowly built him toward one of the most mind blowing climaxes he'd ever experienced. Out of curiosity he slid his left hand down and tapped at his own pucker, mimicking what the Coach in his dream had done and squirming with the intensity of the pleasure that it brought him. He didn't penetrate himself, no that was something he was hoping to save until he could confront the real Coach O'Brien and see if he couldn't get a live action performance from the large horse, but he did tease and torment himself to add to the sensations, bringing himself off again with a rush of exaltation. This second climax was enough to push him toward sleep and he let his tired body drift that way. Morning would come sooner than he wanted it to at this rate and he was going with his mother this weekend. I wanted to be as rested as he could manage.

* * * * *

When nine am rolled around Kris was up, showered, dressed and had packed his bag for his overnight stay with his mother. He had already had breakfast and even cleaned up after himself so that the apartment was at least semi presentable. His Dad rolled out of bed about five minutes to nine and stumbled into the bathroom. He came back out just as the doorbell rang and Kris opened the door to the diminutive cat lady. "Mom!" He wrapped her in a hug lifting her off her feet and spinning around holding her.

"Put me down, Kristopher!" She laughed, pushing back at him fondly. "You can't keep picking me up like that!" She hugged him lightly when he set her back on her feet and closed the door as she came the rest of the way into the apartment. "Have you got your things ready? I was thinking we could go by the store and you could pick out a cell phone. It's about time you had one of your own so we could keep in better contact." She feigned ignorance of the dumbfounded look on his face. "You do want one, don't you?" Her hand lifted to pat his cheek lightly as she walked past him into the living room.

He followed after her once the shock had worn off and picked her up again, spinning her around the living room this time. "Are you serious? I can have my own phone?! That's awesome!" He set her back on his feet and jumped about the room in a happy frenzy for a few moments.

"CUT THAT RACKET OUT!" The sound of his father's voice raised in anger brought the boy to ground and silenced his jubilation. "Go fetch your things from your room and give your mother and I a chance to talk."

Kris nodded once, kissed his mother on the cheek and bolted for his bedroom. Once Edmond was sure the kit was in his room he turned to the small cat and crossed his arms over his chest. "He's too young! I don't care what you think; he's too young for a cell phone. He's only fourteen. He does not need that much freedom! Can't you remember what happened before we moved here?" He frowned. "Or were you intending to let him get back in contact with that little pervert? He's only just started noticing girls. Give him a chance to be normal. If he needs to call you he has the house line in his room." His ears laying back angrily against his skull.

Kris returned just as Edmond stopped talking and chewed on his lower lip, waiting breathlessly to see what his mother would say. Would she stand up to his father finally and let him have just a little bit of freedom, just a small chance to talk to Sean again?

Clawdia saw Kris return and the longing look in his eyes but she sighed softly and looked back at her ex-husband. "Edmond, be reasonable. He's so busy with school and his extracurricular activities that he needs a way to let you know if he'll be late and for you to be able to contact him if you're going to be late picking him up. If you want we can block long-distance so that he can't call anyone outside of the area." She held her hands out toward the older male an almost pleading look on her face.

Edmond, who couldn't see the silent kit in the hall, stayed firm in his refusal. "No. Maybe on his birthday... we can discuss it later, but not today." He stared at Clawdia until she lowered her eyes in defeat, which put a pleased smirk on his face. "So it's settled. No cell phone right now." He turned and headed for the kitchen to get himself some breakfast.

He didn't notice, as he never did, the crestfallen look on his son's face, though Clawdia did, and it tore at her heart. "Is that all you're taking?" She walked toward him and slid her hand over his squeezing gently in a way that said she'd see what she could do about his father. "Let's go, I have a car waiting outside and we still have shopping to do. You need clothes for the summer."

The stunned kit followed his mother out of the apartment and down the hall without thinking about anything but the disappointment that his father's words had thrown over him, like cold water. It wasn't just that he wasn't allowed to have a cell phone, it was that he still wouldn't let Kris talk to Sean. He'd done everything the older man wanted him to; kept his grades up, balanced his school work, extracurricular activities and household chores so that he got everything done. He'd even kept up with his boarding even though he didn't want to after he was ripped away from Sean. But nothing he did was enough, nothing he did seemed to make his father understand that Sean wasn't a bad influence. It was like there was no way to redeem himself enough to be allowed to have Sean as a friend again. It wasn't fair!

The next two days with his mother passed in a blur, they went shopping and got him a full wardrobe of summer clothes, spent time at all his favorite restaurants, holed up in the hotel suite that she usually got for them to share and watched old movies. But when he said good bye to her on Sunday evening he was still pissed at his father. It wasn't fair. His father wouldn't let him do or have any way of contacting Sean. It was like he just couldn't accept that Kris and Sean might be gay. That's the thought that kept running through his head. He might be gay. Sean was... so much more than a friend to him. He didn't feel anything when he looked at those girly magazines, or even the few times that he'd kissed Kittara to make it seem like they were dating for real. No the only time since he'd been moved here that he felt anything approaching what he felt with Sean was when he dreamed about the Coach and those were achingly sexual dreams.

What was he going to do? He couldn't come out and tell his father, not after the way he belittled and attacked Sean. God what would he do if he found out that Kris wanted to do more than just kiss the other boy? That it was Kris that instigated the whole thing? He'd be so blindingly mad that he'd kill Kris, that was for sure... or at least hurt him real bad trying to beat it out of him. He had to keep it a secret. He had to pretend that Kittara was all he cared about, so that his Dad wouldn't suspect that he was secretly working toward finding a way to get back to Sean. With this in mind he made himself walk up the stairs and down the hall to the door to the apartment he shared with his father, tried the handle and was surprised when it opened easily.

Inside he took his things toward his room, nodding noncommittally to his father on the way through the living room. He had to make the older raccoon believe that he was normal, so after he'd put his things away in his closet he went back out to the living room. "Dad, can I call Kitt? I haven't had a chance to talk to her all weekend and... well I miss her." He put a note of pleading in his voice, pretending it was Sean he was asking to call which made it that much easier to sound like he was desperate to talk to the vixen.

It worked. The tone of his voice seemed to make his father notice him for the first time in months. The older male turned from the show he was watching and smiled at his son. "Sure, go ahead and call her, so long as you won't get her in trouble with her parents." He paused a moment then added, "And son, I'm real pleased to see you spending time with such a lovely young lady."

Kris forced himself to smile at his Dad then turned and practically ran down the hall to his bedroom closing the door behind himself and nearly catching his tail. He stood there with his back pressed against the door and tried to swallow past the pain. That was it. His Dad thought he was gay and he couldn't face it. The really horrible part was that his Dad might be right! What if he was gay? How could he ever face his father knowing that he was less than dirt in his father's mind? What Kittara suggested seemed to be the only solution to his problem.

He moved away from the door to sink into his desk chair, for a long moment he just hung his head and let the rage build inside him. How could this be happening to him? He'd never even considered that he might be gay. The idea that he liked kissing Sean was one thing but... that he wanted more from the older boy came as a revelation to him. He needed to talk to someone. But who could he turn to? Who would understand the situation he was in? That's when his eyes touched the phone and widened. Kittara! She had two men as her guardians. She'd understand! and would be able to help him through this. Especially if she was willing to continue pretending to be his girl friend!

His fingers punched in the vixen's number without him even thinking about what he was doing. The sound of the phone ringing on her end rattled on his nerves. When the girl finally picked up and her cheerful voice rang out "Hi, Kris what can I do for you?" He nearly dropped his phone.

"K-Kitt, I think I'm in trouble..." He sounded harsh to his own ears and swallowed hard. "Can you meet me? I know it's late, but in the morning? At the pool? I really need to talk to someone."