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Cole checked his watch and nervously glanced about the Academy's parking lot. He had a reason to be there, but the school didn't see it that way; and at a quarter after close, Max, a Doberman 'security officer', patrolled with a dozen detentions in his pocket. The locker-rooms sheltered the student athletes, but they were god damn locker-rooms -- a locker-room for a wolf was like going to a buffet where fifteen people vomited on the food, and someone threw piles of rock salt on it thinking no one would notice.

His ears went on alert, and froze. An even, lockstep march approached on the other side of the building. Cole slipped through the steel door, holding his breath, and went next to the clean laundry bin. "What an asshole," he muttered and gagged on salty lavender-y puke. The gym was worse - he could tell the football team had been doing laps - and he sighed miserably.

A few more minutes passed, and the door to the gym added a fresh burst of dirty air. Marty strolled up to him, until all he saw was his light red jersey sticking to his chest in a dark V. His masculine scent rose up, swirling around him like smoke, and choked out the others. All scents were unique, but Marty's scent was particularly unique; like gas, it was one of those scents you always remembered.

"Sorry about being so late," Marty grabbed a towel.

"Look. This is a watch. A watch tells time."

"And fits up your ass, too. What Science!"

Cole shook his head and Marty strutted down a row of lockers. "He's not home so how about we make this a weekend gaming thing?" A wet splat followed.

"Because it went fantastic last time."

"You worry too much. Hey, come 'ere."

"What? No."

"C'mon."

"Nope."

Marty stepped out, displaying his naked chest and a shit-eating grin. "Think fast," The balled-up jersey leaped from his hand and unfurled through the air. Slap! The wet sleeves wrapped around his face. Hay. Sweat. Marty's Scent. Allie's scent. He tore it from his face, "Damn it."

Marty walked over, his hand reaching for his jersey.

"No - fuck you - it's mine, now." He turned away, glancing back with an angry eye.

There was a snort and two massive arms reached around from both sides, and he stretched his arms out as far as he could. The hands grasped at the air and Cole chuckled.

"Think that's funny?" Marty growled playfully.

His hands snapped back and Cole realized what was happening, "No - don't!" The large fingers assaulted his tender sides. "Take it," he gasped between spasms of laughter, rubbing the shirt against his hands.

Marty yanked it back and walked down to his locker then down farther to the shower.

"I wish I was taller."

"I don't!" Marty rolled the shower knob to hot, and the steam billowed out into the locker-room. "It's... Allie said..."

"What?" Cole called out. He heard him scrapping his fingers through the flowing mane with the horse-hair shampoo and he peeked around the lockers until he could see the white tiles. It was there, right in front of him, that Marty walked out. Trails of white soap covered his clenched eyes. "I said, It's been shitty. Allie said some stuff and we fought after shower-sex. Fuck that bitch and her tits."

He had done his time in gym, and had seen Stallions in their glory, but Marty's... The wet skin folded neatly around the base, and creases ran up the shaft until the medial ring. From the ring, it went smooth, the skin pulled tight from the ridged head, and the way it hung out and down reminded him of the black shoulder-ropes on the gym walls. And his balls-

"Cole?" Marty stepped back into the shower, and Cole ducked back behind the lockers. The horse-hair shampoo clattered on the floor and a moment after, Marty came around the corner with a towel at his waist. "Shit, do you ever get off that phone? I was calling your name."

"After I heard Allie followed by bitch, I pulled my phone out. When are you not fighting with her?"

"True enough." Marty walked to his locker.

Both of Cole's ears jumped up at the sound of the towel sliding off. He was always like that though. He wasn't being weird about it or anything. You can see another guy and not be weird. Marty reappeared a moment later in his overalls, boots, and a white shirt with sleeves rolled up around his biceps.

Don't think about what you saw. "Did you like the American literature reading?"

"It was absolutely fantastic, the plot was so unexpected," he pulled his keys out and pushed through the steel door. "An American Classic."

"Okay, you didn't read it. So, how'd you get a C on the test?"

"You suddenly leaned to the left."

"I can't believe you, sometimes."

Marty only grinned as they started walking to the lone pickup. It was yellow, dented, but completely owned by Marty. A fact that he mentioned to everyone, sometimes twice. The old doors whined, and slammed with a thud. "Are you a little pissy about that? I don't want the Allie experience with you."

"No, but you owe me."

The old engine stuttered before rolling over, and Marty popped it into drive, "Sure." It used to have power-steering, but it kicked out awhile back. Cole didn't know if Marty even noticed a difference as they pulled out. Even now, he was driving with one hand on the wheel, and the other hanging out his window. They chatted about strategies for a level that got them killed about a dozen times, and Marty mostly poked fun at him.

As soon as the truck tires hit the drive, Marty floored it down the pitted, dusty road. The frame rocking and jumping and some part making a metallic creaking noise that meant who-knows-what. Through the field, Cole saw the second-story of the farmhouse coming towards them. The two wide windows were dark and the one to Marty's room was open. The corn patch turned into strawberries and he could see that the patio sagged into a dumb smile, and Cole laughed.

"You wouldn't be laughing if you were the one sitting on it when it decided to do that yesterday," Marty snapped as the truck slowed.

"I suppose," Cole chuckled.

The screen door flung open, smacking the white siding. Marty's keys jangled, and the door opened. The house exhaled stale smoke in their faces as they stepped in.

"I thought he quit?"

"Granddad'll smoke till he's dead," the old floor boards creaked under Marty's weight and he flicked on the lights in the once-white kitchen. It was clear that only two men lived here. On the counter, the voice machine blinked and he smacked the button.

"One new message -"

"Buy a damn cellphone."

"Shut it."

"Hey, Marty!" The shrill voice shot into the air like a mini-gun. It was Allie. "Know what? I don't fucking care if you fucking think I shouldn't be drinking. Fuck off. We're done, you dumb fuck. Done. Go use your fucking porn stash. Yeah, grand-dad, you're a dumb fuck, too, because you don't know -"

Marty's index finger smacked the stop button. "YOU CUNT!" He grabbed the machine, tearing it from the wall and threw it. It exploded, sending plastic pieces across the floor. His chest heaved in anger as he pushed his hands into the tiled counter, facing away from Cole.

But Cole could smell the salt, and he walked up to him.

"No," Marty made sure his face stayed hidden, "I'm good. Just go sit down and -"

Cole's small arms barely wrapped around his torso, and he felt it tense up. The smell of anxiety and sweat overpowered the minty scent of the shampoo.

"We're not kids, anymore. You need to--"

"Whatever, shut up." A faint scent of relief came from Marty, and he turned to Cole.

"Porn Crisis averted? So, do you have a lot of them?"

"Loads. You want to watch a few? Don't worry too much about the age thing, you're like a month away."

Dial-up made pictures the only porn he could really look at; especially since his family had the computer in the living room. It's not like he got much alone time other than Saturday mornings. He agreed and thought about his cock again. It would be hard this time, and he fought to ignore the weird sensations.

"It's under the couch." Marty walked into the living-room and pulled out a box from under the worn couch.

Sitting next to him, Cole's eyes jumped to the interesting things he saw. There were so many bright colors and expressions. Half naked women and - Cole picked up the half-used container of something with strawberries on it. He loved strawberries and thought it was some sort of syrup.

"Hey, I get lonely."

"What?"

"And people think I'm dumb."

Cole sat it back down, "Sorry, I don't have sex all the time. I'm too busy giving you answers to our test."

Marty pulled a video out and flashed the title, Wolf Bitches, Stallion Rods. "And as a reward, we'll watch the good inter-species stuff," he jumped up, and slapped it in the DVD player. "Hit the lights."

Cole stood and flipped the switch, and both of them collapsed side by side on the couch. The only light in the room was the blue glow of the wide-screen.

The play sign popped up. The screen filled with a white wolf girl, wearing a blue blouse that hugged her breasts. She entered an executive office furnished with oak and liquor bottles, and shut the large doors to the office behind her. At the desk a stallion sat in a blue two piece suit, motioning her to sit, "I heard about the complaint from HR."

"Mr. Delancy, Greg touches my ass every time I go into the security office."

"He said you filed the complaint after you slept together." Mr. Delancy stood up, walking around the desk towards her. "That true?"

"Yes, but he..."

"And two other affairs, that adds up to making you look pretty bad." Mr. Delancy leaned against the desk, the lip pressing against his rear.

"How do you know that - all of it's private."

"You don't think I watch my top-level employees? They're the most squeamish about 'working hard' for a promotion. More likely to talk about it."

"Are you going to tell Eric?"

"No, but why do you keep doing it? And why the complaint?"

"I love Eric, but he doesn't satisfy me, and I thought Greg would. Then, he starts blackmailing me, and threatening to tell Eric. I filed it so that if Greg told him it would look like revenge." Her eyes glistened with tears.

Cole's eyes widened in surprise when he noticed that Marty was stroking himself under the fabric.

"I'm going to fire him and I suggest you keep your sexual activities to one man."

"Eric has no passion, no lust for me."

"I wasn't talking about Eric," The Stallion unbuttoned his pants, pushing down the two sides, and he reached for the waist of his boxers.

"No, sir. I can't-" The brown and pink spotted stallion cock flopped over the waist, her eyes watching it.

Mr. Delancy stood up, the cock next to her maw. "You need to suck a real man, not some limp dick."

Her tongue brushed the tip, and grew bolder, attending to his shaft. The stallion grabbed her by the scruff and top of her maw, pulling her head on his cock. She gagged and choked.

"Like that?" He growled, "Like that fat horsecock, slut?"

A hot tightness crossed Cole's chest and his cock throbbed. It was a mix of lust from hearing that word, and envy that it wasn't at him on that cock. He pushed the thought out of his mind.

The Stallion let her go, and she gasped then nodded with streams of saliva down her mouth and on her breast.

"Do it, again," the Stallion demanded. "Deeper, you slutty bitch."

"Holy shit," Cole's mouth dropped, and he brushed his fingers over his sheathe.

"He's pretty average," Marty shrugged "Hell, I'm probably bigger, but we gotta change this because it gets kinky." He looked at the remote, and pulled up a side menu bringing them to the same white wolf-bitch being pounded by a wolf.

"Cole, just imagine bustin' a nut in that pussy," Marty picked up the lube, "you okay if I jerk it? My pants will split open if I don't."

He didn't doubt that. Cole looked to the Stallion's cock, and thought about Marty's. "Sure," the word just fell out of his mouth.

Marty unsnapped the gold buttons at the top of his overalls, "you can too if you want."

"Yeah," Cole unfastened the button of his jeans and pushed down the zipper. He paused when the whole couch shook.

"Dude, don't be shy. Put 'em down to your ankles."

Cole turned. "I-" The red fabric of the boxers strained against his cock and the ridges of his head poked out next to his thigh, "you weren't lying."

"I'm a real stallion." Marty pushed down his boxers to his ankles, the cock springing to life and twitching as it grew harder.

"Mind getting my tail button?" Cole turned slightly.

"Yeah, when's your Mom just gonna buy new jeans?"

"When I grow. So, never."

Cole pushed his pants and black boxers down,letting out his tapered cock.

The scene had changed, the big stallion from earlier had walked in on the wolfman and started on her throat again. Cole's strange thoughts came back, about how she was lucky, and how he wouldn't mind _being_her, being choked on the fat rod, and it made him aware of the growing cock beside him.

Cole focused on his paw and cock, but his eyes kept darting to Marty. He was lifting it up giving a few rapid pumps from his hand before letting it sit for a moment. Cole glanced on the right of the TV, ignoring the scent.

He tried to focus more on the girl, and jerk to her and not Marty, but the more he stroked to the girl, the more he wanted to be her, and the more he thought about Marty's cock. He felt ashamed for feeling that way, but it didn't stop his eyes from wandering to the far left corner of the screen, where he could see him.

The cap of the lube snapped and Marty squirted it in his hand. His cock was standing out diagonally and not fully hard. His fingers dragged over the shaft with a feather's touch and the black flesh glistened. The strawberry scent grabbed at Cole's nose and his mouth watered for it. He loved the scent and paused, wondering if Marty knew that.

"Hey," Marty bumped him.

"Huh?"

"Try this," he pushed the lube into Cole's lap.

Cole squirted it across his paw. The oily lube spread over his smaller cock in one go, and a tingling sensation spread across his skin with each stroke. Despite the pleasure, he found his eyes dropping down to Marty again. A snaking vein had pushed out of his cock and he stroked it with one hand. Don't look. He laid his head back, and relaxed into the couch. His strokes slowed until they slid along at almost a teasing pace. He wanted it so bad. What would it smell like when he cums? Taste? Feel? He licked his maw.

The black skin made a wet slck noise, and Cole opened his eyes. Marty was engrossed in the TV, muttering slut and bitch, and Cole's cock throbbed in his paw as he looked. There was so much to cover but something told Cole he practiced often. His right hand slid up and over the tip where it circled before going back down, the other was pumping the base of it. Sometimes he'd have both yanking his shaft or alternating grip strength. A clear drop of pre balled up to about the size of a quarter, and then rolled over the side.

"I can't." Cole yanked up his pants and stood. "I just - no."

"Where you going?"

"Outside for a smoke." Cole said, grabbing a half empty pack of Lancers off the kitchen table.

Cole took a drag on the cigarette, his tail brushing the step. It was his nasty habit, everyone had one, and his was smoking. He was always doing, or thinking, or reading, or writing. Smoking killed his fucking anxiety. A cloud of blue smoke rose from either side of his maw, and he finally blew a wisp of it into the air. A few more draws and his hands quit twitching.

"Cole?"

He turned to see Marty in the screen door, his overalls stretching to hold him. "Yeah?"

"What the hell was that about?"

"It's nothing."

The screen door opened and Cole looked away as he took a seat next to him. A pair of beer cans in hand. "Buddy, you don't act like that unless you're upset. I shouldn't have asked you -"

"I might be gay."

Only the crack of a beer being opened broke the silence after that.

Cole drew on the cigarette.

"Can I have a hit?"

"Yeah."

Marty's nostrils flared and smoked like a dragon's. "So, you were looking at it?" He handed it back.

"Not 'til today. When you stepped out and there it was."

"Oh."

They sat there under the stars for a few minutes, not looking at each other, and just enjoying their vices. Marty drained the beer and then another. "I- I might be bi."

"Don't screw with me."

"I'm serious."

Cole turned to him, the thin line of smoke scattering.

"It's a long story."

"Did he die from cock?"

"It's not that big; you just gotta use a crazy amount of lube."

"And you knew I liked strawberries?"

"Yep."

"Wow, so you wanted me to -"

"I wasn't gonna force you to do anything. Just tempting you a little."

Marty scooted closer, putting his massive arm behind Cole's back, and leaned in. "It looks like I tempted you too--"

Crack! The nails popped from the worn decking, and the sagging beam underneath finally broke. Cole fell against the deck and threw up his arms on Marty's chest as a hundred and eighty pounds of stallion almost came down on him.

"Fuck!"

"Don't you think that's a little too fast?"

"Know that your arms are up, smartass?"

"No!" Cole's arms attempted to pin the big hands that were slithering up under his shirt. "You son of a b-haHA." He laughed wildly, writhing under Marty.

He tried to speak but only gasped out a few words.

"What's that? Stop? Naw! "

"Suck."

That got Marty to stop. "Suck what?"

"Your dick, but not on this deck."

"My truck?"

Cole grinned.

The doors of the truck whined and then slammed; and in the moon-lit cab, Marty reached over and started scratching his ears to get his attention. "I can tell you need it bad," Cole shivered at the voice. It was so calm and controlling. "You're like a bitch in heat. Listen to you groan at that word, Bitch. You like that, don't you?"

Cole whimpered lightly, turning to lick the palm of the scratching hand. There were all kinds of emotions gushing up in his mind, and flooded him with a raw need. He wanted to be free of worry, just controlled. To submit to another male and bring him to orgasm anyway he could, he brought his maw underneath's Marty's hand, pressing against his palm, "I'm a slut for stallions."

"Maybe I should get all the stallion players together and fuck you. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'll think about it but you better strip and suck me good." He spread his thighs to show the hump of his cock under the fabric.

Cole slipped off his shirt and he was nervous just like he had been in gym. He saw Marty watching, taking in what ever the light allowed him to see, and at once the anxiety of being naked melted under those hot, lustful eyes. He leaned back sliding his paws over his thighs and the crotch of his jeans_,_ and then went for the button at the front, the tail-button still unhooked.

The pants shuffled off along with his boxers, leaving his body vulnerable, and he started sliding over the seats like a snake, his eyes on that bulge. His black nose picked up his scent, drawing it in as it the scent grew thicker, and the bulge came closer. His instincts kicked in, he wanted it, needed it, and he started to pant. His paws came to rest on Marty's thighs, his tongue dripping down on his paws, and Cole's ocean-blue eyes looked up at Marty.

"Draw in that scent. Like a good pup."Marty firmly grasped one of his cheeks, his thick fingers invading his crack and driving his fingertips into the warm depths. Cole groaned, his back curling in pleasure, and his tail wagged. His voice was rising as Marty's dominant hand tightened, squeezing a handful of wolf, and kept tightening until Cole was almost in pain. Almost.

His hand stroked him, then went to a button on his overalls, and Cole jumped in to unsnap the other. The flap dropped, revealing the rim of the red boxers, and Marty slid the overalls to his thigh, his beast-sized cock leaping up as if it knew Cole's maw was waiting.

Cole looked to him, licking it teasingly through the fabric.

"Keep doing that and I'll be putting it here," Marty's hand slapped his ass.

Cole yanked back the boxers, and the cock sprung up to lightly tap the side of his maw. The smell of sweat, heat, and need blasted him, and he lowered his nose to take in more, drawing it in with every breath. A hand came down on his head, shoving him into all of it, the heat, the choking scents mixed with delicious strawberries, and his nose snorted against the skin.

"Lick it."

He did, and did it wildly, his whole tongue brushing and curling around the sensitive skin, and he played with every fold and ridge around his base. One paw grasped the cock at the bottom, and the other slid up along the shaft, both pulling it toward his panting maw. He blew on it gently, staring up into Marty.

"Suck it slut!"

Cole slammed his maw down on the cock, and Marty groaned over him. The taste of stallion and strawberries was electrifying and his whole body felt this wild roar of pleasure, and he sucked and slurped and curled his tongue around it until he could only taste the delicious cock. His instincts flared up, a wolf with a need, always got what he wanted. His eyes looked down to the strawberry covered shaft.

Marty hissed wildly, throwing his head back. Cole was insatiable. He filled his maw, then he stuffed in more, gasping, choking, swallowing, rocking his head. He wanted it, needed it all, he kept his eyes focused on that crotch as the cock throbbed along his tongue. He swallowed and the head popped down his throat, but he stalled halfway through, every muscle in his face burning as he struggled.

Marty grabbed his scruff and rolled his hips so that Cole's throat was even with his cock. He yanked him along, wet gasps and spit exploded from his needy maw as he was force fed, and above Marty went between neighing and gasping and hissing.

With Marty handling him, he stretched out his tongue cradling the shaft and guiding it, and between their efforts, Cole's black nose buried in his crotch. His tongue pushed out licking Marty's balls in congratulations and got a few bucks in and out of his throat in return.

Marty rested his hand against Cole's ears and started to scratch him, "Good boy," he muttered.

Cole nursed on his throbbing length for as long as he could; and it didn't last long. Cole choked and gasped as he ripped off, the cock flinging spit across the seat as it swung wildly. He gasped for air, his eyes focused with hunger, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Yo--"

Cole was on him, swallowing him down, working over every inch of stallion he could, and down the shaft he went, Marty's thighs spasmed in pleasure as spit ran and dripped off his shaft. Cole took little notice; his paws clamping around him and milking him like a fucking cow.

Marty's hands smacked the steering wheel, squeezing it.

Cole's paw cupped his balls, the other still stroking, and he bobbed his head on the horseflesh, sliding it out completely and leaving it resting on his tongue before diving back down on it. Each time the balls would squirm towards his cock, and Cole kept them down.

Above Marty cried out his name, and Cole fought to get as much cum as possible. He bobbed, stroked, and pulled, and finally Marty shot. Long streams of cum splattered in his mouth and his eager throat swallowed every thick string, no matter how bitter and salty, but there was too much. Cole slammed his throat down on the tip and swallowed the cock. Not a single drop was lost as Marty's balls drained.

Cole licked off the strings of cum as he parted with it, and crawled over Marty's lap. He got up on his knees, and his tip touched Marty's jaw.

His ears jumped up, and shifted. "Damn it, someone's coming," he leaped off Marty.

"What? No."

"Go inside and turn on the SNES!" Marty jumped out of the truck, running full sprint as he tried to get his overalls on. Cole followed a moment later.

The swinging door slapped the siding, heavy boots thudded against the tiled linoleum, and the door slammed shut after. Cole's ears pinned back against his head. He could smell the smoke.

A lighter flicked, lit the kitchen, then died. Thud. Thud. Thud. The imposing figure was still in the shadows, a solid shade of black.

Cole looked. Marty paused the game and looked. The cigarette rolled from one side of his mouth to the other.

Silence.

"Look," Marty spoke calmly. "He's in the gifted program after school, so I get to see him on the weekends."

Wrong move.

"Marty," he spoke, his voice grinding in his throat, "you got 10 seconds then I'm gonna beat the shit out of ya."

Cole handed over his controller and Marty slid them across to the TV stand. The system snapped off, and the room went blue. "Let's go." They both shuffled out of into the kitchen under his heavy stare. Marty collected his boots and keys as Cole put on his shoes, and they stepped out into the night.

"You worry too much Cole," Cole parroted as he watched the passing fields of corn. "It won't be like last time."

"You sucked my cock. That was new, so it wasn't like last time."

"Shut up."

"Well, would it make you feel better that I wanna be with you?"

Cole smiled in the window and looked over, "So, no longer 'maybe bi'?"

"Yeah, just bi."

"So, how's this 'relationship' going to work?"

"There's gonna be times when we hate each other, but we screw each other anyway. There'll be the good days, we'll fuck like rabbits and maybe do the romance stuff here and there."

"So, fucking with a side of love?"

"Yeah, and as for leaving you hanging, I'll skip running and come by for a quickie tomorrow while your folks are out."

Marty turned, heading down the road towards Cole's house. He pulled in and they shared a soft good-bye kiss. There Cole stood on the oily streak of asphalt, eyes on the blue-glowing windows of his home. A part of him wanted to run screaming through the cornfield behind their house, but instead he climbed the porch, shuffled down the hall to his bedroom, and collapsed over his bed.

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I read over this a few times, but I could have missed something some where.