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Of Memories and of Guilt

By: ToKu

Gregory Carson sat naked in the dark at the edge of a damp, stained mattress; his legs half crossed above the cold concrete floor while his cock stood at attention surrounded by a mat of pubic fur in his lap. The room spun; the beer in his belly told him he was a piece of shit, the coke said he was golden, the heroin said he wanted more boy pussy and his mind simply screamed, unheard in the void of his consciousness. Through the tears in his eyes he could see the outline of the unconscious bear boy laying equally naked, curled up in the fetal position; an attempt to find warmth in such a cold place. He had known the warmth of the bear's cock but for the first time in eleven years the thought of fucking a boy while he slept disgusted him. His cock was ready for it. Ready to split the boy open like he already had an hour ago, but his mind felt saturated and close to bursting

"Logan..." He croaked and almost couldn't believe his own ears. It wasn't the croak in his voice or his strange sense of disembodiment that brought on the astonishment, but simply the name that left his lips was an unwelcome rush of painful nostalgia.

Was it day? Or was if Night? How long had he been here. There was the pup, the son of the Rottweiler, then the bear cub, again and again. How many loads? How many orgasms? How many of them did he even feel? Was he always this numb?

His mind was reeling, spinning and whirling. Even though the room was silent, still, dark, cold and dirty. His mind was a rush of incoherent thoughts and memories; repressed and cherished, loving and terrible. Some at his own hand and some at the paw's of the male he had once called father. But is that not how it went? Like father like son? Teaching the young to be just like you? Only he never had a son of his own.

"Logan..."

The boy was only eleven when he first took his innocence. Not the boy beside him, but the boy from his past. His sister's boy. His nephew; a cleaver young ursine with excellence in math and history. Gregory used to take him to the discovery museum in the big city, make a whole day of learning, games, good food, and good company. Then at night he would lay with the boy in his king sized bed, wrapped together in his five hundred thread count sheets, reading him stories about the founding fathers and the constitution before turning out the lights. That was when Gregory taught him about the pleasures of the body and how adults play with themselves. Logan was always eager to learn.

In the darkness the cub beside him almost looked like the Logan he once knew. He was even laying the same way; paws tucked under his head as a pillow. 'He doesn't even have a pillow. Give him one?'

He used to let Logan rest his head on his chest while his bigger paws slowly slid down his side to his boyish rump where fingers would explore a world Gregory was already quite familiar with. But to the cub it was all new; the excitement of doing adult things, the curious sensations of being caressed in ways his parents never would, not to mention the pure pleasure and ecstasy of orgasm. When those thick fingers reached the tender pink star of his tail-hole a whole world opened up.

Before long it was a weekly ritual. Spend the day with Uncle Gregory, stay the night, read books, watch movies, eat cookies and chips, get touched, get-off, orgasm. Soon even Uncle joined in. Gregory showed his nephew how to please the older bear. How his much larger cock needed more treatment. How it liked to be stroked in the the right way, sucked just like this and just like that. 'Put my balls in your mouth, suck on them gently, here, I'll show you how.' and he would, at first.

He would get on all fours, smiling down at the naked cub, who, while still shy about being naked, absolutely trusted the older bear as he began to lick over the boy's younger parts. It was still difficult for Logan but Gregory knew all the tricks to making someone else feel good; rubbing his whole face over his privates after first giving the boy's belly a raspberry for a quick laugh to calm the nerves with a familiar feeling. Refining his attention to just above the boys growing erection, still a new sensation itself, he was able to make the cub gasp with the first real suckle then a sigh as it was devoured in one gulp, then a slurp, then a smack of the lips. Repeat.

All the while, the boy never noticed the fingers gently tracing the contours of his ass crack, deftly slipping and sliding until they were aligned with the boy's back door. There was no gasp or sigh when the first finger breached, only the absence of breath, held in shock, bliss, horror, or all three. When the cub's lungs finally let its held breath go, it was coupled with a strange adolescent moan that only a boy of eleven could make. Gregory simply kept his mouth wrapped around the young cock, continuing an even level of pleasure to make coping easier with the new invasion.

"Uncle..." He signed with wide eyes but a second finger stuffed inside his rectum cut him quite short.

"Logan..."

His tongue was buried inside the butt of the unknown bear cub, mouth muscles straining to get every inch of the appendage inside the young boy. His paws were gripped tightly on his furry tan butt, kneading the soft and malleable flesh underneath. He couldn't tell if the cub was awake or still unconscious. He must have just flipped him over in the heat of his memories. The boy's insides tasted like cum; his own cum, the cum of the lion, and of another bear, maybe his older brother. He had eaten the ass of so many cubs that had been fucked by other males that it was now possible to differentiate each species' of ejaculate; what it smelled like, what it tasted like. It wasn't something to be proud of, but it made his cock harder and harder with each audible slurp, suck and tongue fuck.

Logan used to love the way his uncle would eat him out for hours, staying up passed his bed time. The adult bear once used an entire tape of film recording the one hundred minutes of his tongue ravaging the boy's bottom. He had school in the morning and by the time he finished recording the session it was two a.m. They had stayed up late studying for a test he had in math; multiplying fractions. After all their hard work Uncle Gregory thought the boy deserved a special treat. He had the boy take a shower, in and out, with a little help. Once the two chubby bears were clean and dry the camera was set up, Logan got on all fours, and Gregory went to town, so to speak.

He heard a faint noise somewhere in the house. The sound of voices, a thump, then more silence, except for the subtle noises of unconscious pleasure from the bear cub.'Probably just the Lion fucking that bunny, or DK knotting one of his boys.' While the thoughts were hot and made his cock throb, he was finally getting the boy's insides clean. He tasted like a bear cub again, not like a half dozen other furs who had had their cocks inside him, Gregory's included. Though much stretchier than most his age, the cub's hole was still quite a tight fit. Even his tongue had trouble getting all the way inside.

With the boy now completely on his belly, arms still tucked in under his head and his legs down between the bear's thick four limbs, he was able to access his insides easier. Using an index finger on either paw, he worked the wet star of flesh apart. In the darkness, he couldn't quite see the spongy reds so he used his tongue to explore the already pillaged passage; liking up the entire crack before teasing the puffy soft soma. It was ready for his cock, fresh, re-virginized in terms of body fluids.

"Did the Greeks really have sex with their son's to get them ready for marriage?" Logan asked lounging naked against Gregory's large pillows, his stocky adolescent form sinking into the downy plush, a book on Mediterranean history open but forgotten beside him while he sat stroking his erect pre-adolecent penis with two stubby fingers, the other one unconsciously rubbed his tail hole from behind; Gregory knew it was still wet from his attentive licks merely moments ago.

"Yup, Father's had to show their son's how it felt to get fucked so that they would know how to treat their wives." Gregory nodded as he lubed up his cock, reveling in the fact that his nephew was watching his every move. It wasn't an entire lie though, the bit about the Greeks. They had all sorts of weird sexual practices that many would find taboo now a days. Even the mighty Spartans would go to bed with each other, with a female of course, but it was to endue confidence and potency. "This is so that when the time comes, you'll already be experienced. And since your father isn't accustomed to these old rituals, I'll be taking his place. You don't mind that one bit now do you?"

Logan shook his head with a cute little smile. Gregory knew the boy enjoyed his tongue and even though it might feel awkward at first, he was going to love feel of his cock as well. So with his member all slimy and ready he replaced the bottle of lube he had in his free paw, setting it neatly on the bedside table before scooting his way across the bed on his knees to where his nephew lay equally ready. Caressing his legs up to his thighs, eye's the boy and returning his nervous smile with a warm one before lifting him up by his ankles. His wet tail-hole came into proximity with his cock and the two just looked made for each other. Logan still seemed nervous, his arms now clutched against his chest, his boyish chub slightly folding upwards with gravity as he tried to hide behind his paws.

"Just relax, Logan..." He breathed holding the boy's ankles apart while he took aim with his slick, dripping cock, the head of his bulbous phallus making contact with the boy's star, but with the amount of lubrication, inside and out the resistance was practically non-existent.

The bear cub was wide awake now, half moaning, half crying, as the grizzly bear's cock pounded into him. Gregory's face was wild with the same amount of pleasure and sorrow and his own tears soaked through crusted dams of eye gunk. His whole body resonated power and pleasure, a sickening mixture that fueled his thrusts. He knew he shouldn't be holding the bear cub's ankles so hard, or pressing his legs into his belly quite so roughly, but his cock just felt so good as it slipped in and out of the preteen passage with remarkable ease.

His belly was rubbing up against the underdeveloped package, pressing the cub's testicles back into his body in sort of reverse puberty while his cock was bombarded by furry friction; driving the boy on in his own delirious orgasmic build while his prostate was pummeled. The noises in the house, while increasingly predominant were all but drowned out as the older bear's head rushed with sensations at all ends of his furry being. The drugs fueled him, increased the slightest sensitivity, made him hyper-aware over even the most tenuous squeeze of anal ring around his planted penis. It all built further and further until he was exploding, bursting forth from every fiber of his being, filling the boys anus with a new coating of cum while the boiling acid of vomit roared up his esophagus, projecting across the dirty mattress. It was all he could do to simply move in just a way, fall if you would, as to void showering the poor cub with his bile.

There were bodies around him suddenly, his cock was wrenched from the boys ass but not of his own accord. It was like the boy was suddenly gone in a haze of darkness. He felt arms on him, strong arms, trying to grab him up from his armpits, pealing him off of the floor where he had seeming landed. The vomiting had stopped but it was all he could taste, smell, see. It was in his eyes, burning, blurring his vision even in the sudden glow of light.

He heard grumbled words, that seemed to resonate with the throbbing of his cock and the boiling in his belly. His loins felt empty but there was a new build of sensation in his core; nausea. He was dizzy and it felt as though the room was spinning or was it a hallway. Yelling. Shouting. More lifting, pulling, tugging until he felt the ground rise up at him fast and hard.

"Are you kidding me?" He heard a muffled voice though it sounded like it had been recorded on tape, warped in the sun, then played back after aging fifty years.

"...CPR?"

There was crying but it wasn't the bear cub, not the same one anyways.

"He's been strangled... look at the marks around his throat"

He felt a new wave of nausea as he let his insides bubble up again, filling his mouth and causing him to gag, gasp and choke.

"Jesus Christ."

"We can't just leave him there... he'll drown in his own vomit."

"What about the boy?"

"Get his brother out of here, we'll have to deal with the dead one last. Then come help me get this piece of shit out of here."

"Logan..." Gregory sputtered through burning vomit.

He felt arms around him again. Two strong ones under his arms, and two paws around his ankles. He became weightless then, drifting through a multitude of lights and sound. He was on his back, on what felt like a sea of air as he was carried through a grand gateway of polished brass. The glow around him increased until he suddenly felt a rumble. There were still voices but they faded and morphed into inaudible mumbles as the light became only a cool glow. His face felt numb and his body tingled and there was still a faint glow of post-orgasm about him.

"Logan..."

There were tears in his eyes but the boy had enjoyed it. That much was sure. Slowly lifting himself up, Gregory eased his pelvis up off his nephew's groin and spread legs to reveal a copious amount of adolescent seed smeared across the boy's portly belly. His cock slowly retreated, slipping from Logan's innards, spilling the spunk he had just deposited.

"Atta' boy, let it all out." He said winded but warmly. Logan was breathless as well in the glow of his own fresh orgasm, but Gregory could tell that he had gone a little overboard. "You gonna be okay, Champ?"

He only nodded at first; staring down at his own pulsing prick probably a little too ashamed or even dazed to look up at his Uncle who had just taken his ass virginity. When those eyes did connect with the older bear, still hovering above him, his massive arms propping himself up while his knees prevented the boy's legs from sprawling out entirely. There was a sense of betrayal but Gregory knew the cub knew better than to mistrust him. So as a sign of loving devotion he leaned in, nuzzling the boy around his neck with his muzzle, kissing him up the side of his cheek until his lips met the boy's in a kiss. Logan lost all shyness then, letting his uncle enter his mouth without resistance and even returned the tongue tag between them.

He knew they there both going to be tired in the morning but it was nothing a little morning romp couldn't fix. The boy only had an eight hour school day and Gregory had nothing to do tomorrow but paperwork before picking him up from the middle school he frequently ran D.A.R.E. programs. They might even have time to get round three in before his parents came home from work and there was always the car on the way home.

With that, the large bear rolled off his nephew, pulling the younger bear with him in a strong naked embrace. Although he hated to ignore a new erection, he already felt the tugs of sleep pulling him down into dreamland. Logan curled up beside him in the crook of his underarm, already snoozing by the time Gregory fell asleep.

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"Just get your things together, dammit." DK grunted.

"What things?" Thomas asked wholeheartedly and it was the first time in years that DK truly felt like a terrible father. Looking around the spacious yet dirty room, he realized they had nothing. This house didn't even have a proper kitchen. They relied on joey running food errands everyday or so. The money they generated by whoring out the cubs and selling kids from their families was lucrative enough, but it was never enough to buy anything of material value for his boys. As ironic as it was, his son's happiness was paid in sex. And despite how they might feel about this life they've been living, it didn't stop DK from feeling like a failure for the first time in years.

"Listen." He spoke a little softer, straightening up from the pile of old dirty clothes he had been rummaging through. He only hoped Joey was quick with his work. The lion had to practically drive straight across town but being in a squad car shouldn't make it hard to do. "When Joey gets back we're all leaving, you me and your brother."

The two naked pup's glanced at each other inquisitively knowing quite well that they hadn't left the confines of this run down old house in nearly two years. They were getting older, they weren't as innocent as they were when they had first arrived here. _'They weren't that innocent then either.'_DK thought looking his son's over before taking a deep breath. He was hungry, and he was sure his kids were too, but the sooner they left the better.

"I know we don't have much but after this morning we're never coming back to this place." DK growled. It was partially his fault, but largely to blame on that drugged up, has-been, bear cop. He only hopped the fucker choked to death on his vomit. Joey was also taking care of that mess. The cub would be dealt with by fire, sadly. Turning back to the pile of clothes he tried to focus on the task at hand 'I haven't worn pants in eight months' He only needed one pair. "Anything that you don't want to become ash, take with you."

He knew the boy's had begun darting about the room in search of something to 'pack up'; a forgotten memento, a scrap of paper, an old photo. There weren't any photos. When his wife had died everything went with her. Their old life was a shadowy past of better times and happy days free of substances and intoxicants. DK remembered a time when he was working out four to five times a week, holding down a steady job, providing a life for his boy's and long forgotten wife. He realized he hadn't spoken her name in years.

"Serena." He whispered under his breath as he picked out a grimy cum-stained pair of gray sweatpants that had seen better days. '_It's gonna have to work for now.'_He thought as he quickly stepped into them, tying the waist string and moving his search towards finding a shirt. It felt odd wearing anything and when he finally found a relatively unstained white undershirt DK felt suffocated when he pulled it over his head and over his belly. Serena used to pick out his clothes in the morning while he would be getting ready for work, until the leukemia ravaged her body and made her unable to even sit up in bed without help.

"Daddy." He heard his youngest squeak up from behind him. DK turned and saw that the lithe rottweiler had managed to pull on an old pair of white briefs. Jacob's stockier form was in the corner wearing a black shirt but was still bare from the waist down, he could see his older son's testicles swinging between his legs as he crouched looking over a collection of old CD's he had been unable to play for years. "I can't find any shorts."

DK glanced around the room hopelessly. How was he only now realizing how horribly they had been living. Had the booze, cocaine and the butt sex with his own son's fogged his judgment that bad. Getting clean was going to be rough, but he knew it had to happen. He could already feel the longing for another bump itching up the back of his neck and squeezing his head with pressure.

"Just find a shirt and we'll worry about shorts later." He suggested, patting the boy on his butt before watching him shuffle back over to a corner littered with beer bottles and aluminum cans. "Hurry up Joey.'

"DK." Joey spoke appearing in the doorway like a guardian angel. All three rottys looked towards the haggard looking lion. Shirtless and shoe-less, Joey beckoned for the oldest of the three. DK made the short distance to the door frame, stepping over countless pieces of trash and old lube bottles, an awkward ballerina of filth and smut.

"How'd it go?" DK asked trying not to breathe in Joey's usual stench.

"It was rather difficult," Joey breathed. "The ID in his wallet had an address. I simply drove there, parked the car and left the fat slob snoring in the back seat, or should I say gurgling. It was a pretty secluded neighborhood but I know he's gonna be passed out for a while and with any hope someone finds him naked in the back of his squad car."

"Is it safe to keep that fucker alive?" DK asked but then wished he could take it back. "Do you think he's rat on us?"

"Hardly," Joey scoffed. "If he's even able to remember this place after that shit I never told him my real name, and I'm sure you didn't either. As for DNA, We've both have never been in the 'system'. Odds are they will rule this place as a arson. I still can't believe we've lived in this place for two years. Driving up, it looks completely abandoned. Besides, I may be a piece of shit pedophile but I'm no murderer."

It made him feel rather silly for a moment, then rather pitiful when he thought about his boys.

"On a positive note, I was able to get you these." Joey grinned scratching at the mange in his mane with one paw while the other thrust something in the other towards the large canine.

"Fake Ids?" DK asked astonished. "But these say Arizona."

"It wont be easy, but I set you up with a friend of mine who lives in a dusty little town called Kingman." Joey said pointing out that the addresses on the Ids were streets names in western Arizona. "I got lucky and he hasn't left yet. He has a private airplane leaving out of Sun City in two hours. If you leave now, you've have plenty of time. Kingman is small, but not too small, Population of about thirty thousand. You'll be able to slip in without much attention."

"I've never been on an airplane before." DK said under his breath but Joey seemed to have heard.

"Time for a vacation then." He chuckled despite the fact that there was another dead cub on his hands. The cub's brother was distraught but Joey had apparently given him a sedative. They were his business. DK might have the house and would occasionally fuck another boy if he felt inclined to but but he mostly kept to his own boys. At least he knew where he stood with them. DK knew that Joey would have to relocate and deal with the rest of this mess the best he could.

"I think the same could be said about you." DK said.

"Yeah, I should move to Guadalajara with this little bunny boy, merry him and live happily ever after until he's sixteen, then I'll divorce him for a younger one." Joey joked but DK knew he was partially serious. He was truly a disgusting individual; faithful, true and honest, but low life cub-fucking scum none-the-less.

"I don't think I quite have enough to get a place once I'm there." DK spoke, thinking about the money he had stashed underneath his dirty mattress.

"I can give you about ten grand." Joey shrugged.

"Fuck you." DK said, almost angry that his friend suggest such a thing. "You're the one covering all this up. How could I take money from you?"

"You've given me shelter these last few years," Joey said grinning rotten teeth. "Gave me free reign to fuck anything that come through that door that was under the age of fourteen. The least I can do is spot you some money."

"Wait," He said, suddenly blessed with an interesting thought. He dashed back over to his old dingy mattress but instead of reaching for the money he had stashed there he found the card that insipid wolf had given him the other night. Glancing back at Joey he noticed he had peeked the interest of his sons. They were still far from dressed but at least they were tentative. He knew that he had hit rock bottom years ago, but there was no need to stay there for the rest of their lives. "I'm gonna need a cell phone."

"Already one step ahead of you." Joey ducked back out of the door frame before almost instantly popping back around. But in his paw was another gift. A humble looking smart phone. "Completely untraceable and takes Virgin Mobile top up cards."

"If you weren't a disgusting pedophile, I'd kiss you on the mouth." DK grinned and was surprised to actually see Joey blush while holding up a pair of identical car keys. "BOYS! Be ready to leave in ten minutes."

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Odd dreams and restlessness had dominated his sleep. Old memories and past times bubbled up through ephemeral rest like benign specters on a foggy night, but it didn't stop the worries and troubles that plagued him. There were so many things he would have done otherwise; from old football games to dates and friendships, even small things he would have said differently. He was sure of who he was now but back in the day, his adolescent years were overrun by what-ifs and could-have's. Even when it came to his best friend, he could never truly say how he felt.

After several futile attempts at re-entering the realm of sleep, he gave up; though the thoughts and apprehensions still clung to his feathers like the heavy scent of wolf.

With two quick sprays of his personal avian deodorant under each of his arms, Jason Daletsky pulled the close fitting EMT uniform shirt over his torso, leaving the top three buttons undone. He was still a bit groggy despite his shower to rid himself of the familiar odor of male-wolf and made a note to stop somewhere for coffee before clocking in for work. Nathan's bedside alarm clock read 4:30am and he had a little over an hour before the start of his shift. He wished he could call off and spend the day at home, resting and maybe preparing for a little get together with John, but the Sheppard had yet to reply to his text the night before. 'It was late, he probably didn't get my text. Lost in the cosmos probably...'

With the hopeful self-assurance firmly in place he finished gathering his things. He had his phone, which he had checked four times since awaking, all in futile hopes for a response. He had his wallet, his paperwork from last night and when he went to reach over the bed for his coat the sleeping wolf stirred, the bed sheets falling off his large frame.

Nathan was quite attractive, stocky, nerdy, and even in the darkness his swollen sheath was visible. He could no longer count the times he had had that beautiful piece of meat in his mouth, or how many times his own cock had breached the wolf's spongy insides. While Jason truly enjoyed having sex with his partner, there was something missing. 'John...'

"Sorry you have to go in." Nathan spoke sleepily. They normally worked together each shift, but today was Saturday and he needed to file the rest of his paperwork before eight this morning.

"That's what I get for coming back to your place last night." He spoke, leaning down to kiss the wolf softly on the lips. He almost expected a soft peck on the beak but the naked canine looped his furry arms around his feathered neck and pulled him into an embrace as the familiar taste of wolf filled his bill. His winged hand resting on those chubby pecks gripping around the fur before letting his fingers trace their way down over his belly towards the mass of thickening sheath. He was reluctant to get Nathan's scent on him again but felt obligated to squeeze the wolf's heavy balls.

"Do you have time to breed me real quick?" Nathan whispered through a break in their mouths, his dog's breath a little harsh but the smell of his arousal was indeed making him hard. Glancing up at the clock he factored in skipping coffee for a quick ass fucking.

The wolf did all the work from unzipping Jason's pants to pulling out his peeking prick to getting on all fours like the little pup he was before rubbing his own tail hole as the length of wagging fur wafted his arousal like a plea-bargain for anal sex. Stroking his own cock as it stuck out at full length, Jason leaned in, one wing on the wolf's round butt as the other guided that length home.

Nathan whined like a puppy who had done something naughty as he slowly eased inside of him. Still lubed from the previous night's adventures, Jason's cock rooted itself without a bit of resistance but the form fitting walls still felt damn good. He could feel the motions of masturbation coming from between the wolf's legs as he started to retreat from his anal passage. There was a pause before he plunged back in, not a hesitation but almost as if the canine braced himself. Jason was never a soft fucker. Sure, he knew how to be sweet and tender when it came to kisses and oral sex, but when he fucked, he couldn't help but 'let loose'.

Slamming back in brought a sharp yelp before the smack of his hips against the wolf's rear end. With his tail hiked and his tail-hole relaxed, Nathan made way for the next thrust, and the next, until it had become a quick paced barrage on his backside. Pressed for time, Jason made no time in building towards an orgasm. It was just the way he fucked and it had saved him a lot of 'time' in the past; fucking a fast female in a janitorial closet or in the backseat of a borrowed car. But when the sudden thought of his high-school and collage friend came wandering into the forefront of his brain he found himself actually slowing down.

Nathan's voice was higher than John's, especially when he got fucked. He would whimper and moan and sigh. He was never over the top, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. He was clutching the bed sheets in one paws, his tail arched against his back, while the other paw worked his knotted cock. Pushing back against the base of his cock, the wolf practically kept the whole momentum going himself.

Despite the myth of most canine's being tops, with their large appendages and knotted bases, you would normally think bottoms would go wild for them, but Nathan was a pure bottom. Lucky for Jason, he was never much of a catcher anyways. The thought had crossed his mind several times but he always was the one to deliver the loads whether they be a willing female or more recently, a hungry male.

"-eah, fuck me!" Nathan moaned out rather loudly for it being nearly five a.m.

"Jah..." Jason tried to say something as he dug deeper inside the hungry wolf but words and cognizant thought for that matter, failed him. He was fucking Nathan. He could see his bright gray fur in the darkness as if it were a beacon in an abyss, but the name that almost came out of his beak belonged to another. In his mind he saw another canine even though he could 'see' the one before him perfectly. Every time he blinked away a bit of sweat or sleepiness, John flashed below him, on all fours, avian cock sliding in and out of his starving hole. It was almost repulsive and an affront to Nathan and his everything Jason owed him as a partner sexual and professional, but equally tantalizing. He had never seen his friend in such a lewd position before but when he shut his eyes John was all he could see.

"Jason!" Nathan moaned, but it was John's body that shook as he took the hawk's cock but when the handsome German Sheppard turned his head back, locking eyes with his childhood friend, quivering from building orgasm, it was Nathan's voice that spoke. "Fuck me. Cum inside me, Jason."

He exploded without warning to the canine or even to himself. A delicious glow of orgasm rushed through him along with the disgusting pang of betrayal, regret and longing. Nathan's hole clenched around his cock so hard he could feel the individual spurts of his cum build up before the grip let them shoot; painting the canine's insides with avian musk.

"Mmmmm." the wolf sighed as he slid off the length before collapsing sideways onto the white sheets, trapping the juices inside with his tight ring of muscles. Although it was too dark to make out Nathan's facial features he could tell he was as happy as a pup after a well deserved bath. Pulling his legs into a semi-fetal position he regarded the hawk who still stood with his cock dripping and slightly out of breath.

He almost felt paralyzed. He had had intense orgasms before but it was the first one he had had where he actually saw his best friend taking his cock in vivid, imaginary, detail. He would have been rather pleased about it had Nathan's overwhelming presence not brought a heavy weight of guilt that settled in his throat and above his heart. All he could do was bend over and give the wagging wolf a tender kiss on the lips. Fluffy gray arms wrapped around his neck and held him in the kiss for longer than he had intended. It was pleasant, warm, welcoming but it also intensified that guilt.

"I'll see you later tonight." Jason cooed into his partners perky ear when they finally parted. "Get some rest."

"Mmmm," Nathan mumbled. Letting the hawk go from their embrace where he rolled over, whispering what seemed like nonsense until Jason heard the familiar worlds escape the sleepy wolf's muzzle. "...love you..."

Then he was out, leaving Jason with his pants around his ankles, stomach full of guilt, and a heart full of ache.

-End of Part: 10