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Baker's Dozen The Second

So fifteen is a bit young to lose my innocence, but as we all know; we can't change the past. Instead I expanded my horizons afterward.

Harley and I remained close friends, in fact we became friends with benefits. We didn't become a pair of overly sexualized fuck buddies who went at it at every opportunity, we were more classy than that. We would get together every other weekend or so and have a nice time and boy, was it nice. It never went beyond oral and some occasional fingering. Anal wasn't a taboo or anything, it just didn't seem right to us. We weren't dating, just enjoying each other's company. *cough* Penises. What?

During these visits and other more casual visits, we would also study. Harley would bring over his books and we would work on homework. He would help me along, essentially baby stepping me through each problem. It was great because he was good at every subject. Math, no problem. English, apparently speaking it was good enough for him. History, very interesting when not in class.

This went on for a few months and life was moving on just fine. We were about halfway through our sophomore year and Harley was helping me bring my grades up. I actually put an honest effort in and my grades were improving. It wasn't anything spectacular, but at the rate I was improving, I wasn't going to fail anything. Did I mention how great of a friend Harley was?

It eventually got to the point where I could spend my days how I wanted to instead of studying. It was just becoming easier to retain information and it really showed during the midterm exam that my teachers liked to give. I got a B in all of them! I was so excited that I decided to celebrate by going to the homecoming basketball game.

I went alone since Harley had gone on a family vacation to the south coast where he had some family.

The place was packed when I got there. The game hadn't even started. It was scheduled to begin at four, right after school, so I went straight there after classes ended and already, nearly all of the seats were taken. The school gym wasn't large, but it could still hold a decent amount of people and yet it seemed that everyone from both schools came to see the West High Knights go against the New Andrea Dragons. It was a natural rivalry between our two schools and the games were always heated.

I seated myself in the middle of a large crowd of familiar faces from class to watch the game. It was great. There was snacks, drinks and among a rabble of high spirited mix of teachers, students and parents who were screaming and yelling for who ever had the ball, I couldn't help but join in.

Time seemed to fly by as the Knights, my school's team, took the lead with a great three point shot by the team captain, a Cougar by the name, Jeffrey Davis, a senior. He was the poster boy of the school's athletic program. He played football in the fall, basketball in the winter and wrestled during the spring and he was always the anchor for the team.

The Dragon's captain, a kangaroo, got the ball passed in to him. He began to dribble down the court and someone was there to meet him. He passed the ball to the right end to an open team member who was immediately set on by a pair of wolves. He dribbled, back stepping a bit, looking for someone to pass to. Everyone was being blocked so he took matters into his own hand.

The ball was in his right hand and then his left. He dribbled it back and forth. One wolf had gone to block someone of his own, leaving the other one to keep the buy covered. The Dragon kept the ball going back and forth. Left. Right. Left. Right. Then he jerked to the right, tricking the wolf. Before the wolf had any idea what was going on, the Dragon got around him and shot for three points.

The crowd went wild as the score was now tied. There was only eight seconds left on the clock.

Jeffrey got the ball and passed it up court to a waiting jackal. The jackal caught the ball and spun around a tabby that tried to snatch the ball out of mid air. He tried to get two points by muscling through the center, but the kangaroo was there.

The people around me began cursing as the kangaroo ran off with the ball. There was four seconds left. Had so little time gone by? Everything was moving by so slowly and yet so fast.

I found myself yelling as the kangaroo ran into our very own captain. Captain vs. captain. The kangaroo dribbled once and tried to move around him. Two seconds left. He reared back to try and make the game winning score.

Then, as if by magic, Jeffrey just about dove and grabbed the ball at the peak of the throw and launched the ball back at the other net.

The buzzer rang as the ball majestically spun through the air and hit the rim of the hoop. It bounced once and began to roll. All eyes were on it. The court was dead silent as we all watched it orbit the hoop. It slowed down, I held my breath and let out a depressing sigh as the ball rolled off the hoop the wrong way. It was sudden death overtime now.

Jeffrey threw up his hands and let out a fatigued growl as he watched the kangaroo make the game winning shot. He had managed to make another two points, but they came back with three points. The game was over.

It took a while for everything to settle down. People, drunk people, some of them under-aged, stuck around to rant and vent their frustration.

I was disappointed that our team lost, but I wasn't so invested as the other people around me. I picked up my backpack and began heading for the exit. I weaved through the crowd of bodies, trying to ignore the smell of sweat and alcohol until I reached the team benches. Most of the team had gone to the lockers to take showers and get ready to go home after such a close game, except for Jeffrey. He sat there with his face in his hands. He wasn't crying, but he was obviously very down.

"Hey." I said. I felt a bit sorry for him. He had obviously tried very hard this game. He was drenched in sweat and there was a litter of water bottles and sports drinks around his feet.

He looked up to see the source of the noise. "Go hey yourself." He said, but didn't put much effort in sounding mean. It must have been the way he spoke and he didn't object when I sat next to him. He was larger than me, being an eighteen year old senior and me being a sixteen year old sophomore so I had to crane my neck a bit.

"You did great out there." I tried to make conversation. I didn't have to get home right away. My parents knew where I was and weren't going to be here to pick me up for another half an hour.

"Not good enough." He leaned back against the empty seat behind him. "I was so close." He was still absorbed by the game. "So very close. If that last shot made it." He clenched his fists tightly and shook them. "Arr."

"Yeah." I said a bit halfheartedly. "Though, it was still a great game." I think it was, everyone else seemed to think so as well. I was by no means, an expert. I knew a few rules from watching, but I wouldn't be able to hold a conversation.

He chuckled. "I guess it was. We did good. I guess they're just a bit better." He looked at me, sizing me up for the first time. "I haven't seen you before."

I scratched the back of my head, right behind my horns. "I'm not in any of your classes. I'm just a sophomore. Though everyone knows you."

"Sure." He didn't deny it. "But, I'm pretty sure I should have noticed someone as unique looking as you." His eyebrow raised up. "What's your name?"

"Baker." I replied with a coy smile. The gym was finally beginning to clear out now. The crowd around us was thinning as players came out of the gym and began heading to wherever they planned on eating dinner.

A few players came by, they ignored me. "Hey, Jeff." A coyote called out. "We're heading to Frank's for burgers. You want come." The group which consisted of the coyote, the jackal and the two wolves from earlier in the game sat around us. It was as if I didn't even exist, which was fine. I didn't like extra attention since I tended to get quite a bit due to my mix of species.

Jeffrey looked at me, not bothering to answer his teammates yet. "You going anywhere?"

It was very tempting. Very VERY tempting, but I couldn't. "Yeah. I need to get home."

"Oh." He said and his ears fell and it made me feel guilt. "OK." He turned back to his friends who were busy joking with each other. "Yeah, I need to take a shower first. I'll be out in a bit." He got up, game me one more quick glance and headed off to the locker room.

His friends stuck around, leaving me no reason to stick around awkwardly. I went outside and waited for my parents to pick me up.

The next day came as a surprise as Jeffrey actually seeked me out. It was during lunch. I was sitting at a table with a few other friends when he came rolling up to us. The lunchroom got a little quiet. I didn't know if it was because my attention was diverted from everything else. Everyone could have been watching us though.

"Hey, it's you." He said with a friendly laugh and sat down next to me, forcing someone else to move over.

"Hey." I said kind of embarrassed that this was happening in front of everyone. "How was Frank's." I asked him, not intending to put him down, but it had that effect.

His head dipped, his tail, normally flicking back and forth, was still. "It was fine. Not the best, but it's cheap." He looked around at the other students who were watching us. "How about we talk after school." He got back up, realizing what kind of situation he had put me in.

"Yeah." I said, kind of in a daze. I was not expecting that and when he left I was still looking out the door that he left from until lunch was over.

When I got up, I noticed a piece of paper under my tray that was not there before. I grabbed it and slipped it into my pocket as if it was just a piece of trash as to not get the attention of everyone around me.

The rest of the day went slowly and during one of the breaks between class, I slipped the paper out and opened it up.

*Call me after practice at 5:30*

It had its number under it. My god. I was so shocked. I never took him to be gay. He was the lead sports player. MVP by every means. He should have had all the girls all over him, which he usually did whenever I saw him. It was actually strange that he didn't have them all over him when he came over to me during lunch.

I quickly put his number in my phone and went to class.

If the day had been going slow, it was going much slower now as I anxiously waited for the last bell to ring. I went home and then again, waited. I sat in my room, turned on my music and waited. It was a bit sad, but I was an excited teenager.

As soon as my bedside clock hit 5:30, I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial. Yes, I had it on speed dial.

I pressed the phone up to my ear. It rang once, twice, three times. I held my breath and then let it out as it went to voice message. I hung up.

Was that it? I felt so utterly destroyed. It must have been some joke. He would keep the voice message, even though it was empty and use it to laugh at me.

I was furious. I punched my pillow and cried.

How could I be so foolish to think that Jeffrey Davis, the star of damn well every sport would want to go out with me? He was a senior for god's sake and I was just some dumb sophomore that got played.

I was in the middle of breaking down when my phone vibrated in my pocket. The vibrations traveled through my pants to my zipper where it tickled my sheath.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket, cursing when the edge got caught on the lip of my pants. I jigged it a bit and it came loose. I stared at the screen, it was Jeffrey. My god, I needed to get my emotions under control. I was turning bipolar.

I swiped the screen and answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Baker." My heart jumped at his voice.

"Hey!" I said, trying to hide any shakiness that was still in my voice.

"Sorry about missing your call. I just got out of the shower. Had to stay a few minutes extra to help put away some of the balls."

"It's fine." I lied. It really should have been fine. I just over reacted. Way over reacted.

"You doing anything for dinner." He was asking me out. I felt like some giddy school girl getting the man of her dreams. I had never chased after Jeffrey before, that was because I had always taken him for being straight. If I had known he was gay, I would definitely done more in the past.

"No." I answered. My mom was cooking something, though she would understand. She and my dad supported me going out to hang out with friends and be more independent. It was both a wolf and dragon thing that complimented each other. Family was important, but friends were too.

"Great." He said with a hint of a growl. "I know this great place. I'll come by in ten." He hung up.

I had just been voluntold to go out with him and I didn't care. I was going out on a date with Jeffrey Davis.

I told my parents that I was going to go hang out with friends and left the house. They didn't know about my sexuality or any of my doings with Harley and I had no intention of telling them. They were very old fashioned and fully expected grandchildren by the time I was twenty five or so. I didn't want to risk anything until I was sure I could support myself if the worst came to be.

Jeffrey came by in a nice red sporty car. I don't remember the make. He unlocked the door and I slid into the leather seat. I had a grin on my face, a silly grin. The car must have been expensive, because there was even a hole in the bottom of the seat for my tail, or rather a tail. I was a tight fit since my tail thicker than most.

The inside of the car smelled nice, I barely caught a whiff of that new car smell, though I really smelled what was in the trunk. Ten minutes wasn't long enough for Jeffrey to go home and put away his sweaty work clothes. It had an almost sour smell to it, but barely. It lingered, seeping through the back seat that could fold forward to give access to the trunk. It made my sheath stir, but not so much that I would pop a stiffy right there in front of Jeffrey.

"Where we heading?" I asked as we pulled away and started to move down the roads towards the main highway that would lead to downtown.

"There's this steakhouse off of Weston Avenue." He kept his eyes on the road and hands at the proper positions on the wheel. I was half expecting a wild ride through town, barely scraping the speed limit. I was a little disappointment that he turned out to be a perfectly safe driver, but being alive was always better than being dead in a wreck. "Has the best sixteen ounce New York Strip."

"Sounds expensive." I was sixteen. I wasn't made of money.

"No worry. I've got you covered." He reached over and squeezed my shoulder. "I don't mean to brag, but." He was bragging. How is anyone who says that not bragging? A little pride wasn't bad though and it was conversation. "My parents made me save all my money. I couldn't spend it on anything because they wanted to make sure I had enough for college and then suddenly I get full rides coming out of everywhere. I got some money saved up to spend on myself and others." He winked at me and I blushed.

It was a small steakhouse, but it was crowded. The parking lot was completely filled and there was a line out the door.

"I guess that's what we get for trying to go to a steak house on a Friday evening." His brow furrowed as he went back onto the main road. "Well, I'm sorry for that." He sounded genuine. "I had this whole thing planned out."

"It's fine." I looked out the window at the wintry night setting. "The plows had done a great job of clearing the roads, only to pile it onto the sidewalks which were already thin enough. "It's not like you could have done anything."

"Still." He persisted. "I should have known this was going to happen." He wiggled his nose.

"We can find somewhere else." I suggested. "I haven't been downtown very much, but I'm sure you have other places."

The car stopped at a red light and Jeffrey stopped to think. "Well... Frank's is close by, though I wasn't joking when I said it wasn't that great."

"Food is food." I replied and Jeffrey shrugged. It was in this lighting, with the city glowing and casting contrasting lights and shadows over him that I noticed how built he was. It was very clear that he was built before, but now I could see the curves of his muscles under his form fitting shirt. His muscles flexed, moving under his shirt as he shifted himself in his seat. "Unless of course you don't want to." I looked away before I was caught staring. My sheath was getting full the more I looked at him. "You are driving."

"Frank's it is." The light turned green and we moved on in Jeffrey's safe fashion.

Frank's turned out to more of a whole in the wall sort of place. There was no one there except students who couldn't afford more expensive food or just wanted something greasy to dig into. It sat across the street from a gas station and between two old, run down apartments that I imagined were used by students for other extracurricular activities.

We parked on the far end of the gas station parking along with the other vehicles since Frank's lacked its own, unless you parked next to the sidewalk and all of those spots had been taken a long time ago.

The two of us got out. I pulled my coat tight to myself as the cold air hit me. While wolf fur was extremely good at keeping my warm, it didn't help when about half of me was covered in scales. Jeffrey pulled out his own coat, a light hoodie and put that on before joining me.

We ran across the street, not wanting to take the time to get to the crosswalk at the end of the block.

The windows of Frank's were flashing in tune with the loud rock music coming from it. It was muffled from the outside, but once we pushed past the dual, airlock style glass doors, I was deafened. I pulled my ears down, clamping them shut against my head. Jeffrey seemed unfazed as he lead me through the restaurant that also had a bar which wasn't advertised outside. We sat down at one of the few open tables and a doe in a very revealing tank top and short short combo came over to us with a smile.

"Hello. Welcome to Frank's." She set down our menus. "My name is Lizzy. Can I start you off with a drink?"

"I'll have a coke." Jeffrey said without looking at the menu. Lizzy nodded and wrote it down on her pad and looked at me expectantly.

"I'll have the same." She wrote it down.

"Be back in a bit." She twirled around on her hoof and sauntered off with extra emphasis on her hips, but not before she gave Jeffrey a wink.

Jeffrey gave the wink back. "Just ignore here." He turned back to me. "She can get flirty."

"I imagine that you're used to it." I didn't fail to notice how each girls in the joint had taken a good long look at my date even when their own dates noticed and gave hard looks at both me and Jeffrey.

"No..." He said lowly. "You've no idea how bad it gets sometimes. I get no personal time as girls constantly harass me." He grabbed his fork and tapped it on the table mindlessly. "I go home and there's a girl. I go to school, there's many girls. I try to get away and somehow they have my phone number."

"I never knew it was like that."

"It's why I prefer the company of males." He reached out and patted my hand. "Though even then a lot of my teammates won't leave me alone. You on the other hand..." He took a hold of my hand and gave it a light squeeze. "You didn't come to me because I was popular."

"You seemed like you needed someone to comfort you." I replied and he smiled. "You just seemed so down. I couldn't just leave you there."

"And I appreciate that." He let go as the waiter came back with our drinks. She set them down with straws. She gave me a wink this time. "You two ready to order?"

"We'll both have the Frankburger."

"Sure thing sweetie." She left us and took the menus, unaware that we hadn't even looked at them and I looked over at Jeffrey with my eyebrows raised.

"What if I wanted something else?"

"Trust me." He reached back over and took my hand again. "It's really the only thing worth eating when you're not drunk." He took a quick sip of the soda. "The nachos are okay occasionally."

"Hmm." I looked around at the other tables and indeed, most of them had burgers with a smattering of nachos. "I'll take your word for it."

The food came out in only a few minutes. The burger was thick, and very greasy as it was set down in front of me. There was a generous amount of fries, equally greasy with the toppings, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce and onions were set off to the side.

I thanked the waitress and picked up the burger. I didn't know where to start so I just took a bite.

It was better than I had thought, especially after everything I had heard from Jeffrey. "This is actually pretty good." I said and Jeffrey looked like he had his doubts as he picked up his own burger and hesitated. He watched me dig into my own burger and then took his own bite.

His eyes widened. "My god. You're right." He wiped the grease from his mouth. "I wonder what's different."

The fries on the other hand were sub-par with them being soggy. We finished out food quickly and decided to leave as a new batch of students arrived, already drunk. Jeffrey, who preferred to be called Jeff paid and we made our getaway.

We settled down in the car, satisfied with our evening.

"That was good." Jeff said as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and started up the car.

"Too bad the evening has to end." I pushed my tail through the hole in the seat and Jeff reached back helped. The feeling of his hand wrapping around my tail sent shivers up my back.

"It doesn't have to end just yet."

I didn't say anything. It was our first date. Wasn't that supposed to be happen on the third date?

I guess he took my lack of an answer as a no as he looked away. I saw that same sad cat from the game the other day.

"I know where we can go." His ears perked and his whiskers wiggled as he looked back up.

"Oh?"

The drive was half an hour long and I didn't tell him where exactly we were going.

"Turn right here." We were on a dirt road and the city was behind us, just a distant glow.

"You're not planning on killing me out here are you?" He joked as the road ended and he parked the car. "At least it's a beautiful out here." He was talking about the view.

My parents, before I was born loved to come to the coast and just sit in their car and watch the water. One of their more favorite spots was a lookout point that sat on top of a cliff that overlooked the ocean. With a full moon out providing plenty of light, we could see out for miles into the wintry ocean.

"It really is." I leaned back into my chair and listened to the quiet music that was playing over the radio. It was a soft country song that I didn't recognize.

"I'm glad this happened." Jeff unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face me. He reached across the console, but seemed to lose courage and pulled his hand back.

"What's wrong?" I instead reached out and took his hand. His fur was rough, the short fur was bristly and made a noise akin to a brush rubbing against my scales. He didn't pull back, instead his he looked slightly down and gave a slight whine.

"I've never actually done this before." It was stunning thing to hear. This guy had females all over him all day and if it was out that he was gay, he'd probably have males as well. He could have anyone and yet he was less experienced with me. I felt a sorry for him, but a little powerful as well. "Would you... would you take the lead."

"Of course." I said and put a finger under his chin to bring his face up for a kiss.

He jerked back. "S... Sorry." He leaned forward into my kiss.

It was an awkward kiss, not sloppy. There was no tongue, just us pressing our faces together. I had experience with Harley. We had attempted to make out before on that first night just to see what the hype was about french kissing, but that didn't go well since Harley had managed to burn his tongue on the food. Our second attempt the following month was much better as be thoroughly explored each others mouths.

I didn't push for him to open his mouth since he was so obviously nervous. He was holding onto my hand with vice-grips. I scratched behind his head and he grunted and purred. I moved my claws all around his head, scritching and petting him and he melted between my fingers.

"Let's move this to the back seat." I suggested and Jeff eagerly agreed. He went first, crawling like a kitten over everything, managing to knock a few things over as he did. His tail hit me in the face with a poomf. He had such a long tail, a long thin tail that was always in motion. I gave it a slight tug and he yowled.

"I didn't..."

"Just surprised me." He tried to laugh, but it came out as a series of breaths. "Your turn." He pulled on my tail through the hole in the seat. My tail was plenty thick and muscular that it didn't do much, but I went ahead and toyed with him a bit by lashing it as much as I could, which wasn't much. Soon we were both in a fit of giggling and I began to move towards the back seat as well. His eyes gazed across me, traveling from the tip of my tail, pausing for a moment at my ass and then to my back where he tilted his head.

"What are those bulges on your back." He sounded concerned.

I finished climbing into the back and settled on the leather seat next to him. "Those, my curious little cat, are wings."

"No shit." He bends over to get a better look at me. His nose hovers a few inches from the two bulges from my back.

"Want a better look?" I already had my hands under my shirt, ready to fling it off at his command.

"Hell yeah." He nodded eagerly and helped me take off my shirt, revealing my two pitiful wings. They weren't large, they were very small for a dragon. While many dragon's had wings had a span as wide as they were tall, mine barely went past the edge of my shoulders. I would often just tuck them against my back and leave them there forgotten since they did nothing for me, but I was willing to stretch them out for Jeff.

"Wow." He poked the leathery membrane of my wings.

I wriggled under his inspection. "That tickles." I flapped them a bit and that spurred him on. It was arousing as well. I was getting all hot and bothered with him so close to me and I could tell he was as well by the bulge that had grown twice in size in his pants.

"I can't see if you keep moving like that." He tried to grab me and I playfully resisted, forcing him to wrestle with me. I had forgotten, in my moment of joy, that Jeff was a wrestler. He had me pinned in a mock choke hold in seconds with him on his back and me on top of him.

"Now you can't even see the wings." I said as I tried to move them. Nope, they were pinned between us. I then tried to wriggle out of his grasp, inadvertently grinding my ass into his crotch. His mewl of pleasure froze me.

"Mmm." He purred.

"You like that?" I had a wicked smile as I twisted my hips, grinding into him even more. The sounds of pleasure he made was the only answer I needed.

His grip loosened on me enough for me to spin around and lay across his body, facing him. Our faces were inches apart. I could feel his breath blow across my face, short ragged breaths. My hands slowly traveled down to the base of his shirt. I tugged at it, slowly drawing it up. I had to arch my back a bit and he had to move around, but I eventually got the shirt off of him. Now we were both shirtless. I ran my hands over his perfect abs, his pecs and teased at his hard nipples that perked under my touch. His purring filled the car as he ran his hands over my back, massaging and caressing my wings. Boy did he like those even though I hated them.

Next was his pants. I hooked a claw under his button and with a twist and a pull, it was undone. I gazed into his eyes, those pretty cat eyes that were fully dilated. Two black abysses with the slightest hint of hazel around the edges. The pants came off easily, revealing his blue and white striped boxers that had a hefty wet spot right in the center that made him blush.

I then run my hands under the band of his boxers, stretching him and going slow if he objects at any moment.

It was a wet, moist cave in there as my hands glided along his fur until I touched the tip of his cock. He sucked in a breath and squirted a bit of pre onto my hand. It was too much for me.

I dug my face into his, not caring that he was inexperienced. I forced his mouth open with my tongue, invading the virgin space and thoroughly claiming it as my own. His tongue clamped down in the base of his mouth, hiding, but I found it quickly. Using my long and dexterous tongue, I entwined out two appendages together, letting them dance as Jeff grew more confident and loosened up a bit.

While our mouths were busy, Jeff's hands got to work. He managed to get his paws under under the rim of both my pants and underwear and slowly worked them down to my knees, letting my erection out. It poked, halfway out of its furry sheath and spread pre all over both of our midsections.

I went ahead and did the same for his boxers and we both kicked off the last of our clothes onto the ground, shoes, socks, underwear, it all went as our bodies came together.

Our legs, arms, tongues, they all explored the other's body. He clamped his hands around my ass and I wrapped my arms around his broad chest. There was a size difference from us. He was large from years of working out with jutting shoulders with a chest to match and thick muscular arms that could take down someone twice his size.

I ground my slick member over his, both of us murred as the rest of my cock slid out of the sheath. We were both horny and ready to move onto the next step.

I pulled away from the kiss, leaving a strand of spittle that dances in the wind of our panting. There was a mutual understanding of what was coming next between us. Though, again he surprised me.

"I want you to top." He said in a hushed tone, his hands giving me a firm squeeze. "I want you inside me."

No words were needed on my part as he slowly sat up a bit, propping himself onto his arms and forcing me to slide between his legs allowing a landscape view of his body. He spread his legs apart and I caught sight of his pink pucker that tensed and relaxed as his cock that had small barbs across it jumped in excitement.

We was watching me as I saddled into the position. Again, like with Harley, I called upon my knowledge of how to proceed from porn magazines. I couldn't just go in dry, even with my lubed up draconian member. He was a virgin. I was too, but I was about to fuck his hole which was going to be tight and painful. He needed a proper stretching first.

I ran my hand over myself, collecting the slick fluid and rubbed it across my scaly finger. I looked at him and he had a quizzical and anxious look on his face that quickly turned to shock. His eyes clenched together as I slid my finger all the way into him in a single, smooth motion.

It was warm, so very warm as I wiggled into him, pushing all the way up to my knuckle as I stretched him and lubed his inside, prepping him. I pulled out, leaving him in a gasping mess. I ran my hand over his cock, collecting his pre and eliciting moans of delight. I was beginning to think he was going to blow his load before I had a chance to really start.

I drove two fingers into him this time and he gave off a pained gasp, his eyes wide open and his mouth gaped with his tongue lolled out. I twisted and pushed with my finger, feeling a strange, hard bulge a few inches in. I pushed into it and pre shot out from his cock, hitting him in the chin. It was like some magic button. Each time I pressed it, he dispensed more. It was going to be a fun night.

After I had stretched him as much as I could, I slid my fingers out of him. It was time to go the whole nine yards.

I positioned myself so that my cock was right at his pink loose entrance. I took his knees and bent them, using them as handles as I pushed into him slowly.

He moaned and so did I. Even with the stretching I gave him, he was still tight. It was a slow and steady fight to get myself into him, but I enjoyed every moment. I could feel his sphincter clench as I unnaturally invaded his most personal space. I pushed and pushed, eyes clenching tightly until I was at the base of my knot which wasn't much wider than the rest of the shaft at the moment, but prior explorations showed that it would swell up right at the moment of climax. I knew what it was for, Furrypedia made sure of that.

I pulled back, almost coming out before I pushed back in, slapping my crotch into his ass. God was this great, I was fucking the sport star of the school and he was letting me.

Jeff began to stroke himself as I rhythmically humped into him. Each thrust sent goosebumps across my body and made his tail flicker, tickling my balls while doing so and encouraging me to go on. I increased my speed, listening to the lewd squelching coming from between us.

I let go of his knees and bent forward, still humping, but trapping his hand and cock between us. If would have kissed him if his face wasn't still half a foot away, instead I teased him hard nipples with my mouth. I sucked on them and nipped with my teeth. More noises came from him. My motions caused him to let go and give up on masturbation as the back and forth motions across his slicked member did the work for him.

He sucked in a heavy breath, blowing it across my head as I continued to pound into him. I went for it, going as fast as I could. His arms wrapped around me, pulling our bodies together as he himself began to buck, fucking the space between us in sync with my own thrusts.

I felt a rise in my balls and began to instinctively push my knot further and further into him. It was about half way in at this point, not quite past the thickest part and I couldn't quite push it in. I was getting a feeling urgency that I wasn't going to be able to knot him before I finished.

As if sensing my troubles, Jeff reached down and cupped my ass with his strong and wet hand that he used to jerk off with. He began to pull me up into him, pushing down every time I thrust forward, pushing my knot further and further forward.

"Yes." he growled to the sky. "Oh, yes." His fingers, all slick from his fluids, slid between my cheeks. His fingers dug at my hole as he pushed me into him more and more. The sensation was painful as him digit slid into me, his bristly fur making for a rough entry. The pain spurred something in me and I gave out a howl and with one final push, I knotted him with a pop.

We both came at the same time. My balls pulled almost into me as I unloaded into the cougar's insides, painting them with my seed. I pushed as far into him as I could as my knot swelled to almost three times its size, physically binding us together. Jet after jet of my cum poured into him as I kept thrusting more and more, driving my cock as far as I could into his wet and now properly fucked ass.

Jeff, when he came, bit down on the closest part of me he could, my horn. He bit down hard and I felt the pressure on the top of my head as it was pinned to his chest. I also felt the space between our crotches become more wet as he dumped his load onto our bellies. He was older than me and more physically mature so he had much more than me. It never seemed to end as the viscous white seed seeped from between us like a nice grilled cheese.

Hey I'm getting hungry.

It drizzled out and got all over the leather upholstery.

When we were both done, we just laid there, panting. I was in bliss and I'm sure that he was too.

After a good long minute he spoke up. "Once your knot dies down, you're going to help me clean this up." He reached down and scooped up the cum that had pooled around us and he smeared it across my wings playfully. "And if you tell anyone that you fucked me..." He let the words hang in the air.

"Yeah, yeah." He rested my head across his strong chest. I listened to his heart race as I drifted off to sleep in his embrace.