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The GreenMount Chronicles, Chapter 6 "Scott's Van"

"I know what you like to do," Scott said.

The sky was blue and the air was warm. The kind of day with so much light you squint when you look up. Summer. The last day of school, in fact.

Calvin was walking to his car, a very happy dalmatian, shedding the second skin of high school forever. This was his last year. He was wearing his favorite baseball shirt, sweatpants and his lucky sneakers. It seemed fitting somehow. He had made a promise to himself, that with the departure of school would go the empty sexual adventures with shallow guys.

He needed time to think, to understand all of it. He enjoyed sex, he liked sucking off good-looking guys, but it just hurt him so much when they shut him out. It always started out the same-- they would be friends, and then they would have sex, and then they would be strangers.

And so, for the time being, he would abstain. He would think about it all and try to make sense of it. Time, that's all he needed.

Unfortunately that time hadn't come yet. When Calvin heard Scott's voice as he walked across the parking lot, he stopped and turned around. They stood on the dark asphalt outside of the high school. Only a few other students were still around. None within earshot.

"What?" Calvin asked. He looked at Scott, the tall, powerful leopard who always managed to intimidate everyone around him.

"Don't make me repeat. Leon told me what you did for him." Scott stood there with his hands on his hips, in a T-shirt and baggy jeans, and yellow construction boots. He always wore them to school, even in hot weather. His normally imposing posture wasn't there today; rather he seemed mainly curious.

Calvin just stood there looking at him. He'd never really gotten a chance to look at Scott, because he didn't want to get caught staring at him. He knew he was probably every bit as strong and fast as Scott, but nonetheless he felt uncomfortable in his spots at that moment.

Scott motioned with his head, never taking his eyes off of the dalmatian. "My car's over there. You wanna take a ride?"

Cal knew exactly what 'you wanna take a ride' meant. He had a choice, of course; he always had a choice, but the decision was always the same. Scott, for all of his arrogance, was extremely good-looking. Not as muscular as Mike, or as charismatic as Leon, but he had something neither of them had. He was always serious, always intense.

Calvin also knew from the showers that he had a bigger dick than the others. He hadn't been able to stare, but he'd at least seen that much. Even soft it was long and thick, sheathed in white fur, and it swayed slightly between his legs in the shower, as he had moved. And that was when it was completely soft. Scott was the kind of guy with such a big ego that he would want Cal to kiss it and lick it and tell him how beautiful it was.

He wanted it, and he decided he would have it, if it were possible.

A minute later they were in Scott's van. It was one of those large vans that companies use, but cleaner than he would've expected. It looked almost new.

Scott was leaning confidently back in his seat behind the steering wheel, driving off the parking lot and out onto the road. There was nothing but the rumble of the engine and the rushing of air through the windows as they rode along. Several times in the past Calvin had taken rides with guys like this. And it always came down to the first question:

"You want to see it?" Scott asked, breaking the silence.

"Sure," Calvin said.

Without taking his other hand off the wheel, Scott reached down and popped the button on his fly, then unzipped it. He lifted his butt off the seat and pulled his jeans and his boxer shorts, down to his knees. Ten inches of cock fell out, resting on his balls, pointing up at the wheel. The sheath was mostly pulled back already from his erection, exposing the smooth pink skin, and Cal could do nothing but stare at it.

No one had ever pulled it out while they were still in the car, and it startled him. Scott's self-confidence was seemingly inexhaustible.

"Wow," Calvin murmured. "It's amazing."

Scott glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "What's amazing about it?"

Calvin knew he should have expected such a question. Scott didn't just want a compliment; he wanted Calvin to tell him exactly why he liked it. He wanted him to describe it.

"It's big," the dalmatian said softly. "Really long. I've never seen one this big up close. I like the sheath, how tight it is, and the soft fur on it."

Scott grinned. His cock thickened some more, and rose to full erection. The head rested on the lower rim of the steering wheel.

"I'm glad I caught you before you left," he said. "I know what they say about pups like you."

"What do they say?"

"Don't you know? Canine mouth is the fuckin' best you can get," Scott told him, as if everyone knew this. "No sharp fangs, and no matter how deep you go in, all you get is tongue."

He drove the car onto a parking lot. Unlike the one at school, this one was mostly abandoned; it was behind an old mall which was slowly emptying out. He parked right in the middle where no one would walk by and see them.

In one motion he pulled the lever and let the seat back all the way, so that he was almost laying down. He put one booted foot up on the dashboard, the foot opposite Calvin, and left the other down, to give him room. His cock stood up like a flagpole, hard and throbbing.

"Go down on me," he said softly. "Nobody's gonna see."

Calvin didn't wait, he climbed over in his seat, and took Scott's cock into his hands, at the base, where the sheath was still furry. He leaned down, until his lips touched the little slit at the head. It tasted salty. The smell of it was musky, and pleasant. He knew Scott would probably be surprised to know he smelled a lot like Leon.

Calvin parted his lips and slid down onto the big shaft. The round, smooth head filled up his mouth in that familiar way, pressing his tongue down, rubbery and firm. He felt the familiar curve of the front, the little cleft below the slit. He eased farther down, and swallowed more of Scott's cock into his muzzle. This one was, of course, much larger than he was used to. He backed off, feeling it retreat, and then slid down on it again. This time Scott let out a low groan beneath him, squirming in the car seat.

It never ceased to amaze him that, although he felt nothing but smooth skin, it made the receiver feel ecstasy. It was such an easy thing to do, such a pleasant way to make the leopard feel good.

He couldn't actually suck as much as he wanted to, since it was so huge, but he made a tight wet sleeve with his mouth, and this was good enough for Scott. He bobbed up and down slowly, giving him as much tongue as he could want along the belly of his cock, while his cheeks hugged it around the sides.

In and out, the familiar rhythm, and he took it further back, until it pressed at his throat. Sometimes he wondered what it looked like to Scott, who watched him through half-open eyes, that his shaft was disappearing into the white-furred mouth. He wondered if the head made a bulge in his cheeks.

Scott's little pleasure noises became louder, more intense, and Calvin picked up his rhythm. He had hoped it would last a little longer, but it was obvious Scott was close.

But to his surprise--

"Stop," Scott panted.

Calvin pulled off slowly, a little trail of saliva drooping from his lips to the tip of the leopard's cock.

Scott stared at him for a moment, his mouth open. "You ever been fucked," he asked huskily.

"Y... yeah." Now there was real surprise for Cal. He'd only been taken from behind twice, a few months ago. The first time had hurt very badly, and he thought he'd been injured inside. But the next time there had been very little pain, and once he got past that, it felt good. Extremely good.

Scott grinned then, and repeated the words he'd said earlier. "Wanna take a ride?" Only this time, he wasn't talking about driving anywhere.

Calvin thought this was a little odd, because, although some straight guys won't object to a blowjob once in a while if they're horny, they typically don't fuck members of the same sex. The only guy who'd ever penetrated him had been bisexual. Unless...

"Does this mean you're..." Calvin began.

But Scott interrupted him. "You wanna fuck, or do you wanna talk? Because if you wanna talk, we can do that at school. I'm not here to talk."

Calvin closed his mouth.

Scott nodded toward the blankets on the floor of the van behind them. "Come on, let's mess around."

Even in daylight the back of the van was dim, since the only window, on the back double doors, had a curtain across it. There was plenty of room for them, and the layer of blankets on the floor was very soft.

Scott sat down and began untying his boots.

Calvin pulled off his clothes, his hands shaking a little with nervousness. When he had put on his baseball shirt today, he'd never expected to be taking it off in the back of a van. He piled up his clothes and folded them while Scott got undressed more slowly.

The leopard pulled reached under the soft, red plaid blankets which lined the floor. He pulled out a small tube of KY jelly, and some towels. Apparently he'd had this planned before. With a flick of his thumb he uncapped the tube, and he squirted the stuff into his hand, slathering it over his dick, making it slippery.

Calvin knelt there watching him, admiring his beautiful physique. Scott wasn't as heavily muscled as he'd thought, but he had more definition than Mike. His build was similar to the dalmatian's actually.

Cal laid down on his stomach. He used his clothes as a pillow under his waist, so his butt was slightly elevated. Scott watched him do this. Cal had rarely felt so naked.

The leopard knelt behind him, and pressed his big hands to the round, white-furred rump. He slid his hands over the smooth buttocks, and then with his thumbs parted them.

Then Calvin felt him under his tail, pressing at the sensitive place, making entry. The first point of penetration was the hardest for him. Scott went slow but it was still a huge member, and it slowly forced his tight ring open. The dalmatian winced as the first few inches were slipped inside, invading him. The trick was not to panic, but to relax and let it happen. The pleasure came from the friction, from being filled up, and he was glad the leopard was slow with him.

When Cal thought he could take no more, Scott had no more to give. Once he had fully slipped inside, he began to pull out, and that's when the pleasure really took over. It was the entirely opposite feeling of entry, and it completely disarmed him. He let out a moan.

A few more slow, careful strokes followed, all the way in, all the way out, and it went on like this, time stretching in desire for Calvin, who bit his lip to keep from crying out softly.

He could feel Scott losing his caution, hungry for pleasure beyond the point of restraint, and he moved faster. Harder. Driving the length and hardness into him.

Time stood still for them then, and there was only this, Scott full of the lust of thrusting his cock into something warm and tight and gripping, and Calvin of being pistoned into, held down and truly fucked by this force of male power grunting and panting above him.

And then he felt Scott's arms wrap around his chest, as he laid down on the dalmatian, and suddenly they were like one being, the weight of the leopard resting on him, enveloped in that strength, in that lust, while Scott's thrusts became quicker and more shallow, pounding at him.

Ahh, this is what it was all about, he realized, this melding, of sharing the same experience, each from the opposite end of the mirror. He wanted this to last forever, even the pain of it, for that was a part of it, too.

Then suddenly Scott reached the point of satiation when he could take no more, and his grip tightened, squeezing Calvin, pushing into him, and there was the release of the hot fluid into him, which Calvin did not feel so much as sense, and the moaning, and suddenly teeth on the back of his neck, holding him still.

And this lasted all of about a minute and a half, and the arms went slack, the teeth left him, and they rolled onto their side, Scott still holding the dalmatian's body in his arms.

They lay together on the blankets, Calvin breathing in the unfamiliar scent, feeling Scott still within him.

It was done.

Calvin was very aware of being so intimately close to Scott. He had never expected something like this. It seemed unreal, impossible.

And this wordless afterglow lasted only a moment.

Scott got up, and he used a towel to wipe off his wet cock. He didn't say anything. He got dressed and climbed into the driver's seat. He turned on the van, and began to drive..

Calvin lay there for a moment before he got up. He took his time getting dressed.

Suddenly there came a distinct feeling that he would never see the inside of this van again, and echoing from this was sadness. For Calvin it had been amazing; he had never felt something so physically intense. And the van had been somehow perfect-- a hiding place just for them, their bubble of air in the ocean of the world. They could do this again, anytime, anywhere, that was the beauty of having a van like this. Even in a crowded parking lot, it would be just the two of them.

But this would never, ever happen. He was sure of it.

With his clothes haphazardly thrown on, he climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Where are we going?" he asked softly, looking at the road, already knowing the answer.

"School," Scott said, staring forward.

The drive back was quiet.

Calvin spoke up when they pulled onto the parking lot. "Scott... if you ever want to do this again, I'm willing. There's a lot I can do to make you feel good. Things you might not know about."

Scott didn't reply. He pulled into a parking space beside Cal's car. There was the telltale rocking of the car as it the transmission shifted into park. That said everything, really.

Calvin looked out his window. "Was I any good at all?"

Scott reached over and touched his chin, gently turning the dog's head to look at him. And he leaned toward him and kissed him on the mouth. He drove his tongue into Calvin's muzzle, and they kissed passionately, deeply. In it, they expressed everything they'd felt inside during their encounter.

A few seconds later it ended, and he pulled back. "You were the best," Scott told him.

Calvin believed him. He didn't know why, but he did. In fact he couldn't imagine Scott lying about this.

"Can I see you again? There's so much more we can do."

Scott looked him in the eyes, and for the first time, registered a deep emotion. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. Just which emotion it was, Cal couldn't tell exactly. But sadness was in there somewhere, as was regret.

Calvin opened the door and got out. He looked at Scott, getting one more long look before he left, probably never to see him again.

"I'm sorry, Calvin," Scott repeated. "You really were the best."

And then the van pulled away. Only the smell of exhaust was left.

Calvin sniffled, and tears welled up in his eyes. It was silly. He scolded himself for being so upset. How many guys had he played around with who he wouldn't see again? There was no reason to feel this way, to get so sad, not when it had happened before. Why should this be different? It wasn't different. Emotions though, are often indignant. They don't listen to reason.

He got into his car.

He cried most of the way home.

His story will continue.