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The first summer I tried to live on my own, independent of my parents, did not turn out as hot as I had anticipated. College was out, and instead of traveling back to my hometown right away, I split an apartment with a friend in the hopes that I could stay in town for the summer. I had been unable to find a job and was not going to make rent with my flatmate, so rather than suck up all of her resources, I had cut my losses and gone home. My parents were kind enough about the failure, and had even included me in their plans for the summer. In fact, I got to play chauffeur for them for a community race they had signed up to run, since I got back the day before. That freed everyone up to get to the race start on time, as it does not loop through town, but rather starts in the northwest and weaves its way across downtown to the U district. No one had to find convenient parking, and I was able to bring the car from the dropoff zone near the start, to the stadium where the closing festivities were to take place.

The next week, my folks were going on a trip, and had been able to include me in the plans there, too. That made me feel a lot better about the summer. It wasn't just a pleasure trip, which made me feel useful, too. I could have stayed at home and watched the house, or gone to stay with my dad, but neither one of those were a great option to me. My real parents had been divorced for a few years, now, and Mom had married a handsome coyote a little bit younger than herself. She was happy and so was he. My brother and I both liked him over our own father, who lived up to the stereotype of a typical tiger father. He had constantly fought with my brother over household dominance, and even threatened him a few times, as we grew up. I was the younger of us, so Dad was apparently not as threatened by my presence. That, or he was too busy fighting Rusty to notice me. Either way, I was ok with dodging the heat, but I was certainly much happier since Mom married Lorne, and had no intention of going to my dad's den, full as it was of sullenness and negativity. Besides, Mom and Lorne wanted my help.

They were going to help Lorne's mother move, and needed a good, strong back. Rusty had moved out and his girlfriend had two children to help raise, so he was too busy. That left me. So off we went on yet another cross-country journey to Deadwood, South Dakota, his mother's hometown. She was moving from a small flat on the third floor of her building, to a larger place with ground floor access, that cost less, and was within a few blocks of her work. Good choice, if you ask me. As my presence had been added at the last minute, we had to scramble on the accommodations a bit. Lorne's mom didn't have a spare bedroom or the furniture for one, so my folks had reserved a room in the town's famous Bullock Hotel. They were able to get us a two-bed room for the night so we could all stay together, but the second night no such room was available. We moved to the hotel's annex and got two rooms side by side. I was a little nervous about this, as the Bullock has a reputation for being haunted; but my parents reminded me that Seth Bullock only haunts the main building, so I should have a nice, uninterrupted sleep. And of course, they would be right across the hall, should I need anything. Right. That's what Fred, Daphne, and Velma always told Shaggy and Scooby, too. And who saw all the ghosts?

But that was neither here nor there; in between, we had a day of moving to accomplish. We met Lorne's mom, now my step-grandmother, at seven in the morning for breakfast. We had ample time to get pancakes at the local inn, and the moving van would arrive at her place at eight. We took our time to eat, and still got back a little early, so she began to show us the plans, what boxes would go where in the new place, and set me to disassembling the davenport in the living room - every segment could disconnect so that a single person could move it alone - whilst she, Mom, and Lorne took apart the furniture in her bedroom.

The bed was quite complex, so they were still there when there was a knock at the open door frame. I looked up and nearly lost my jaw. Before me was the handsomest Barbary lion I had ever seen! About two inches shorter than me, he wore a form-fitting work shirt with his name embroidered over his firm, round chest. The short sleeves were rolled to settle in the ripple of large, well-used biceps. The shirt waist was tightly tucked over rippled abs into a tight belt, that held up tight work pants covering an ample bulge. Those led down around thighs that seemed carved out of marble. Even his digitigrade feet seemed perfectly proportioned past the knee cuffs on the end of the pantlegs. Spilling out from his clean, sharp cap was a loose mane of silky black hair that cascaded down around his shoulders. My eyes hardly knew where to settle as I stared at this panther adonis standing in the doorway, the sun striking him as it crested over the canyon so that he practically shone. I'm sure I heard a chorus in the background, somewhere, and as I admired his form, I could tell that he got his tone not from a gym, but from hard work. He held himself with a confidence that said he knew he looked good, and was proud of it. A moment passed before he spoke in a crisp, smooth tenor that made my ears tingle. "Excuse me. Is this Ms. Kassmeyer's apartment? I'm here to help with the move."

"Mother Mogg..." I took a moment too long to answer, and Lorne's mother came bounding out of the bedroom. "Yes, hello, hello! I'm Lorayne Kassmeyer. You're in the right place, come in, come in!"

"Hello," said the lion. He smiled at me, and I nearly melted. "I wasn't sure, at first. My dad said to look for a coyote, but when I saw a tiger in the living room, I thought I must have the wrong number. I'm Sam." He offered Lorayne his paw for a shake, then turned to me.

Finally regaining my composure, I extended a paw to shake his paw. As our pawpads touched, I felt a bit of a static shock - from his heavy boots on the shag carpet, to be sure, but his eyes seemed to sparkle at the contact. "I'm Toby. I'm Lornes' step-son. That is, Lorayne is my grandmother. Step! Step-grandmother." By then Lorne and Mom had come into the room, too. "That's mom." I pointed at my mother, whose arm was wrapped around Lorne's waist.

Sam's eyes were full of mirth as he laughed, and said, "I gotcha, man. I've had the same kind of confusion; my step-mother is a Hyena." Then he introduced himself again to my parents, and Lorayne began again to give out instructions for moving. We toured the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. Lorayne had managed to pack a lot of things into this tiny apartment, and she was clearly glad to be getting more space in the new location; a dining room, a spare bedroom that she would use for storage, and a sizeable living room where her collection of plush, ceramic, and carved chicken figurines could be spread out. Once the instructions were started, we were paired off. Lorayne would continue to pack up the things in her bedroom, that she had used the night before. Mom and Lorne would work together on the kitchen, and Sam and I would start on the living room, beginning with the davenport I had half-disassembled. Sam showed us where to set things beside the truck, so he could arrange it all once we got the big furniture in.

The bed, being the biggest piece in the house, had to go first, and so when that was completed, Sam and I were assigned to carry it out. He went first, and as we carried the base level between us, his perfectly muscled rump rested against the edge, his tail flickering over the top of it. If I hadn't had to keep both paws firmly in place to keep the board balanced, I would have reached out and batted at the dark tuft on that tail, flickering before me. No one else was in the parking lot, to see me staring at his rump, or to see my tail flickering, predatory fashion, behind me. Once the bed was completely moved, and much to my disappointment, he volunteered to stay in the truck as we brought the other pieces down, so he could arrange and secure them. This was agreed upon, and Lorne and I brought him dressers, a desk, tables, and heavy chairs. These tasks completed, we now started to bring the smaller boxes that could be carried by an individual. Mom and Lorayne fussed over the idea that two boxes at once were far too heavy or, in the case of blankets and clothes, too bulky, to be carried in pairs or greater. This did not bother me, as it meant I got to take more trips out to Sam's truck. And I would take my time arranging boxes just so, the better to chat with him while everyone else was fetching their next box. I learned that he was a Senior at the state school in Rapid, but was home for the summer helping out with his dad's moving company. It had really become his, too, now, as the business name had been changed to "Koenig and Son Moving." Had it not been for that, he probably would have stayed in Rapid for the summer, because Deadwood could be dreadfully boring, for locals who didn't want to give the Ghost of Seth Bullock all of their earnings every night at the casino.

At about lunchtime, we were down to the last few boxes in the living room, and I knew things would move fast at the other place, as Sam had another job to do once he got Lorayne's things unloaded at the new apartment. Sam's dad would be joining us, and the extra pair of paws and streetside access would be more than enough to shorten our time greatly. I screwed up my courage and waited until Lorne had moved out of earshot to get another box. Now was my chance. "Listen, hey. I, uh, really appreciate your help here today, and I've enjoyed chatting with you. If you're free after that second job, well, we really don't have much else going on, once we've had dinner tonight. I guess we'll just be hanging out at the hotel and I don't really care for gambling myself. Why don't you meet me there, and I can buy you a drink. Call it a tip, off the books."

"That sounds good. I don't know for sure if I will be able to make it. Sometimes after two jobs, my dad likes to go out and carouse a bit, and I usually end up being the DeeDee. We play hard, but safe, in the Koenig family."

I laughed at that. "I getcha. I'm the DeeDee at school for my pals, too. Well, tell you what. If you call the front desk and ask for me, they should put you through to my room. Let me know if you're coming, and I'll meet you in the lounge. Save me from my summer reading list for next fall's Intellectual History class, for the evening."

"Sure, that will work."

Yes! It wasn't a guarantee, but I had caught his interest, and we had a date! Well, we were going to get a drink together. But it was a good start! And we hadn't even covered whether he was into guys... crud! What was I thinking! He probably had a steady girlfriend back at school. Or a body like his, maybe three or four! Well, at least I'd get to stare at him some more.

We broke for a pizza lunch, while Sam and his dad got started moving boxes into the apartment. His dad looked almost just like him, except that he was perhaps bulkier, and his mane had streaks of silver in it. By time we joined them, they had the living room filled, and were working on the kitchen. Only a few more minutes and we were down to the big furniture and the wardrobes in the bedroom. I caught myself staring a couple times, mostly because I would trip on things while watching the two of them ripple past with the heavy loads. We made short work of it, shook paws with the lions, Lorayne handed them their check with a decent cash tip besides, then set about to unpacking boxes and setting up Lorayne's living space while they went on to their second job for the day. I had the tasks of reassembling the davenport, and arranging the chickens in their display shelves, cases, and baskets. Lorayne knew I could be fairly OCD, so she trusted me to make them look good in their new environs; the only restrictions were that ceramics went into this case, plushes went on that bookshelf, and paw-carved figurines went in the wall displays. The rest was up to me, and she approved of my final design with many compliments, only making one change to move her favorite figure into a more prominent spot. The afternoon passed quickly, and we went to have dinner with some of Lorne's other family members afterwards, before heading back to the hotel. I excused myself to do my summer reading, while the family went to lose my and my siblings' inheritances at the casino.

I hadn't been reading long before the phone rang. "Hello," I answered.

"Hey, Toby? It's me, Sam. The job was pretty quick, but my Dad has a heap of paperwork tonight that he has to get done to finish adding me to the business. There's nothing I can do until we sign it in front of the notary tomorrow, so I'm free for the night."

"That's great!" I wildly gesticulated a triumphant fist in the air, but did my best to sound calm on the phone. "I'll meet you at the lounge, then. How soon can you get there?"

"About five minutes; I'm leaving, now." Yes! Now the trick would be to not be seen by my family, as I was supposed to be studying. I'd have to go around to the far entrance of the hotel, which went directly into the lounge. I had to hurry, then. I cleaned up a little bit and added some cologne, made sure my beard ruff was nice and neat, then scurried around the hotel's main building. I got there just as Sam was arriving and called to him. "Hi! How's it going?" He was dressed casual-nice, in a polo and khaki pants. Both seemed just a hair too tight, and emphasized his form perfectly. His mane was pulled back in a sharp pony tail. And I caught a hint of cologne, too. Not enough to overpower, just enough to smell incredible. Feromón, one of my favorites.

"Hey, Toby. Nice to see you, again." He shook my paw warmly. There was no static charge this time, but I still felt electrified, just to touch his incredibly strong paw. And I couldn't be sure, but it seemed that he lingered just a little overlong in the shake, his eyes not breaking from mine. We sat at a rounded booth near the bar and both ordered a beer. I passed the bartender my debit card to open a tab, grateful that I looked older, as he had forgotten to ID me. We chatted for a while about this and that, before I finally decided to test the waters, and opened up to something a bit deeper. The conversation had turned to what we were doing this summer, so I found an opening. "Yeah, I was hoping to stay in California this summer myself; I was going to finally try having a boyfriend, and didn't want to worry about my parents looking over my shoulder. But it was just too expensive, so I had to come home."

"Oh, yeah. That's a toughie," Sam admitted with a comforting smile. There was no immediate revulsion. So at least he wasn't a homophobe, phew! "You're lucky to go to school so far away, though! Rapid is so close that my parents can still drop in unannounced. Which means that I have to be really careful. I've got a good friend who knows what's going on, though, and she volunteered to play as my 'girlfriend.' She'll even hold hands and snuggle if we go out for dinner with my folks."

I couldn't believe my ears! Here I just wanted an excuse to stare at this god among felines, and he was telling me that he also liked men! I had a chance, if I could steer the conversation, right. I kept at it for a bit longer, then took the plunge. "So, have you been with a guy, then?"

"I've got a couple buddies. We haven't done much. Some pawjobs, and a little bit of oral. I wasn't really comfortable with the guys' bodies. Canines, you know? They get that knot and it swells, and I just don't want to deal with that. I'd much rather try with another panther, like myself."

"Wow, I hadn't considered that. I've not been with anyone, yet. I'm not out by any means, and there are usually too many people around. That's why I wanted to explore things this summer. Does it... you know, taste good?"

"It feels even better. You should try it sometime." Without thinking, Sam absently patted my knee in a gesture meant to encourage me to be brave. I looked down at his paw, the tawny golden color highlighted against the dark stripes and orange fur of my knee, sticking from the end of my trousers. He realized what he had done, but before he could lift it away, I set mine over his.

The conversation stopped for a moment and we locked eyes. "Another panther... like me, perhaps?" He softly nodded. I couldn't tell if the two beers I'd had by now were giving me unusual courage, or if I was just losing my inhibitions, but I knew one thing; I had been working towards this moment all night. "Why don't I go close my tab..." I offered.

"Yeah. I'll leave the tip," Sam answered, getting out his wallet. As I neared the bar's interior entrance, I could see my family across the casino, huddled around a craps table. They looked happy, so I guessed whoever was playing was at least breaking even. They'd be here for a while, yet. Good. I paid the tab, and led Sam out the same door we had come in, and around the hotel to the annex.

Taking out my key, I led him to my room. I barely got the door closed and locked before I felt his paws slide around my waist from behind. Leaving the lights off, so the only illumination came from the victorian-style street lamp on the sloping lane beneath my window, I turned around in his arms and looked up into those beautiful eyes, placing my paws on his firm chest. A moment later his lips met mine, and we were softly kissing. Everything in me was screaming a host of emotions. Was I really doing this? Who cares, this is amazing! What if my parents found out? How would they, all I had to do was make sure they weren't in the hall when Sam left. IF Sam left tonight. Mogg's silken breast, might he stay the whole night?! Man, his kisses are amazing. All those thoughts rushed through my head in a matter of seconds around the taste of beer on his breath, before he pulled away from the kiss. "For someone who's not done that before, you're pretty good at it."

I blinked. "Uh, heh. Thanks. I swear, I never have."

"I believe you, just wow, you're pretty talented." He kissed me again before I could answer, sliding a paw up to caress the back of my head. This time, I felt his tongue slide over my lips as he tipped his muzzle a bit for a better connection. Each new sensation sent a new wave of electricity up and down my spine. I raised a paw and stroked it through his silky mane, pulling the pony tail out and letting it cascade around both of our heads, tickling my ears. I flicked them and chuckled.

"What," he asked, pulling back with a grin.

"Your mane. My ears."

"Yeah, that's a great effect, innit?" He shook his head so that the shag tickled my jowls, now, then kissed me once more, briefly. Then he began to undo the buttons on my shirt, from the collar down. "Where would you like to start?" He asked.

Simple as it was, the question overwhelmed! Here was a world of opportunities, and he was offering them to me all at once. I helped with the buttons from the waist up, to stall for a moment, before I remembered what I had asked him earlier in the evening. "The taste. I gotta know." I carefully, tentatively, laid a paw over his bulge. He pressed it into my pawpad, and I could feel that it was already swelling up beneath. He guided my fingers to the snaps and helped me open them, sliding the trousers down to reveal a tight pair of bikini briefs beneath. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Alright, then," he said. "Just remember: no teeth. I've learned that that hurts, the hard way."

I answered as I got down on my knees in front of him. "No teeth. Got it." I cringed inwardly at the thought. Ouch!

"Go ahead," he encouraged. He didn't have to tell me, twice. But I was going to do this slowly. Savor the moment. I drew close and sniffed at the material of his shorts. The musk nearly drove me mad, right there. I could tell he had added a little Feromón on the fabric, but that wasn't a bad thing at all. Combine that with the almost tobacco smell of his natural pheromones, and it drove me wild. I pressed my muzzle down and took a long breath, rolling my eyes into the back of my head as I did. Glorious. I felt the bulge swell against my touch, as his paws caressed the backs of my ears. "You set the pace," he said, softly. "Just don't take too long, ok?" I could hear how turned on he was, from the restrained urgency in his voice. Slipping my fingers over the waistband, I tugged his briefs down. He raised his hips so I could slide them off, leaving his ample sack dangling on the comforter, and a lipstick tip already sticking well from his sheath.

Time to take the plunge. I opened my mouth and reached out with my tongue, caressing the front of the tip. It swelled and pressed further outward, accompanied by a soft moan from Sam. The sound was like a cascade of pleasure over my back, and I licked it again, more confidently, once, twice, then all the way up the sheath and over the swelling length. "Sweet Mother, your tongue feels - ohhh." I looked up to make sure he was alright. His head was back and his eyes closed. Sensing my pause, he looked back at me. "Wolves have silky tongues: no sandpaper."

"Right," I grinned, and took another long slurp. His eyes went wide, and his jaw fell open with a gasp. A pearl of clear fluid formed at the tip. I lapped the pre curiously and was rewarded with another moan, and a sweet, yet salty taste. "Oooh, that's tasty," I chuckled. "Give me some more."

"Keep that up, and you'll get more than just pre," he admonished.

I decided I didn't want to make him cum that fast, so I changed tactics, and lapped at his heavy sack, my tongue tugging lightly at the orbs. I could taste his musk and the light salting of sweat that confinement in his trousers had caused. It was delicious. But there was more to explore, so I didn't stay there long. Raising off my knees, I half-crawled onto the bed, straddling him, and pressed him back onto it with a deep kiss.

"Thank you," I finally murmured.

"For what?"

"For this."

"We're only just beginning," he said. "It's only been five minutes."

"I know. But I don't want to forget." I pulled my open shirt off my shoulders, then tugged his up over his waist. He now lay before me, stark naked. I kissed him again, and began to explore his jawline with kisses and licks, up along the edge of his mane, suckling at his ears. That really had him shivering. And again when I licked down the tendons along his jugular. When I got there, he grasped me in a tight hug and clawed softly at my back. Of course, Lions would find that spot especially tender; in the wild times, that's where they made their kills. I teased him there for a bit, moving back and forth from one to the other. Then I sat up, my tail flicking between his knees behind me, and massaged his gorgeous torso and biceps. The pecs were perfectly rounded, firm, and the nipples just rested above the crest of each muscle. His abs formed a delicious washboard, and when he flexed (which he did with a broad grin, as I reached his arms), I couldn't reach around a bicep with both paws.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" I suggested.

"Thank you. I'm proud of how I look. It means I've done a lot of good, hard work."

"But you aren't arrogant about it. And that's wonderful. Still, I bet you could have any girl on campus."

"Nah, don't want 'em."

I realized what I had just said. "Oh, jeez. Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"You were thinking like you're in the closet," he said, raising a finger to my lips. "It's ok. Just kiss me to make up for it." He didn't have to tell me twice. I leaned down and we kissed long and slow, our paws exploring each other, now caressing chest or arms, now cupping balls, now sliding on the shaft. Somewhere along the line, my pants came off, too, and we were rolling naked on the bed, enjoying our silent lovemaking when there was a soft knock at the door.

"Toby?" It was my mother's voice. I froze. My erection instantly softened in Sam's paw as we looked at each other in horror. A second knock, then a brief pause. "He must be asleep already," she said. I could hear Lorne's voice, but not make out the words. I heard keys, a door open and close, then silence. Sam and I looked at each other and laughed.

"By the flickering tail of Mother Mogg, that was close," I cried softly. Sam nodded vigorously, and looked at me aggressively. Apparently, almost getting caught had actually charged him up, as he grabbed my head roughly in both paws and kissed me hard. His tongue dove into my mouth, and I could do nothing but respond in kind, my paws grabbing his rump hard and squeezing the firm glutes, his aggression turning me on as well.

Finally, he took a gasping breath. "I want you, Toby. I want you bad. Right now."

"You have me," I said, looking a little confused.

"No, I mean, I want to... to take you. I've never entered anyone, yet. I want you to be my first."

As understanding struck, I felt a little fear. His shaft was rather thick. "I don't know..."

"Please," he begged. "I am so charged up, and when they knocked, I realized, that I didn't care if we were discovered, because I am so happy right now, and it's because I'm with you. I've not felt like this with any of my buddies. This just feels so right. Right now. I gotta do it. I want to put my seed in you... and then... and then... you do the same to me."

How could I say no? I couldn't. His plea turned me on even more, too. "How should I..." I could barely finish the question. He pulled my knees up next to his torso, and squirmed into position under me. His barbed shaft tickled at the base of my tail. I realized there was no lube, and while I had no experience, I had read plenty of stories that it was rather important.

"What about-" I didn't need to go any farther. He was lapping and spitting into his hand, and rubbing his shaft. I could already feel some moisture, and I let out a soft growl when I felt a wet finger press into my tailhole.

He froze. "Are you ok?"

I took inventory. "Yeah, you just startled me. I wasn't expecting that so quick." I looked down at Sam, his mane laying in disarray around his head framing it beautifully in the low light. I could see enough to see how desperately he wanted this on his face. I nodded. "Ok, I'm ready." I gulped out another micro-roar as his finger pressed through the tight muscle and he began to massage my ring. As it slowly relaxed he added another to the same response, but by now I was beginning to enjoy it. A third finger hurt a little and I winced. He slowed down, but kept up his work.

"You'll need to be good and relaxed," he said. "I don't want to hurt you." I nodded, biting my bottom lip, and indicated that he should continue. Eventually, he could flex his fingers a little, and he nodded, slowly pulling them out. I grinned. "You're pretty good at this, for someone who's never done it."

He laughed, and grinned. "I've read a lot of stories." I could feel his fingers guiding his shaft to my waiting hole. Once he lined up, he began to press lightly. "You control the speed. Sit down. Slowly."

I did as he instructed, but when the head got past the ring, I cried out and nearly bounced off, but he was holding my hips tight. He just held me there and let me get used to it. When I could open my eyes again, he relaxed his grip and helped me slowly sit all the way down. I could feel his shaft inside me, and squirmed. That sent a sensation of deep pleasure up my spine and I moaned. But still we did not move. I curled forward and kissed him. "I can't believe this... you... you're inside me." He just nodded, and pushed me up with his hips, then dropped them. I felt his shaft sliding out, and sat down. I did not want to go through the entry procedure again. He repeated the motion a couple times, and I got the hang of it, now using my thighs to create the bounce. The sensation was incredible! He matched my motion with his hips and we kept it up for a while, matching each other's moans, careful to keep them soft so as not to be heard across the hall.

After a few minutes of this, with me leaning down to kiss him again, I slipped and pulled off. "Oh, whoops!" I said, and he laughed. "It's ok, let's try a different position. You lay down, he said, sliding out from under me. I did as he instructed, and he got one of the spare pillows and pushed it under my waist, raising my torso a bit. He mounted me and spread my cheeks, then entered me again. This time it didn't hurt nearly as much, and soon we were back in the rhythm. He leaned down and clamped his jaw on my neck. This sent me over the top and I came, even without touching my own shaft, all over the pillow and comforter beneath me, roaring into the pillow under my face.

The tightness my insides created must have done it for him, as a moment later I felt his hot breath roaring against my neck, and his seed filling my rear. He pumped a few more times, before collapsing on top of me, still inside, and panting heavily.

"That was..." I started.

"Yeah," he agreed.

We lay there for some time as he softened and slid out. He softly kissed and licked at my neck, caressing my head and sides with his paws. Trapped under him and feeling no need to free myself, I let him do as he pleased. Finally, he whispered, "Do you want to do me, now?"

"No." I answered. He leaned up suddenly, startled by my answer. "I want to do you for the rest of the summer. And you do me, too." I concluded. He laughed and fuzzled the back of my head.

"But I haven't even touched you, tonight," he suggested, sliding off to lay next to me.

"Yes, you have, many times, at least with your paws," I reminded him. "And you didn't have to, either." I pulled out the sticky pillow that had been under my torso.

"Hmm. This is true," he inspected and sniffed at his handiwork.

"Can you stay? Or do you need to go home? Are you expected?"

"No, I have an apartment over the garage, with a private entrance to the rear of the property. My folks can't see me come and go. And it's close by, so I didn't bring the car."

I rolled around to face him. "Then stay with me tonight. You can slip out at dawn, before anyone's up."

"Only if we finish you up before I go."

"That's a promise I'm only too glad to keep."

He kissed me again. "Hurr. I want to finish you right now. I told you it feels even better than it tastes, right?"

"Yes, you did, didn't you."

Without waiting, he curled down and wrapped his lips around my softened sheath. It responded immediately, swelling, then extending the length into his sucking mouth. I could feel the slick, moist environment, and let out a long sigh. Then he slid his sandpaper tongue over it, and I nearly came again right there. I bucked my hips into his jaw and took in a sharp breath.

"See? Amazing, isn't it?"

"Don't... stop..." I gasped for breath. He obliged, and I bucked and writhed, trying hard not to pull out of his mouth as he sucked me off. As I had just cum a few minutes earlier, it took him some time to work me up to a second climax. It wasn't big, but it was quite strong. I was screaming into the pillow before he finished. Finally, he relented, then, rolling my seed in his mouth, leaned up and offered me a kiss. Curious, I accepted, and met his sticky lips with my tongue. The bitter-salty sweet taste was overwhelming. I could smell my own testosterone and musk, and taste his own breath. We locked lips for a long time, and when we finished we simply laid there, silently, softly caressing each other, until we both drifted off to sleep.

As the morning sun poked through the window, he got up, dressed, kissed me farewell, and left. But not before we had exchanged phone numbers, chat and email contacts. I showered and got ready for breakfast. My parents commented that they had come by, and were surprised that I must have fallen asleep reading. I didn't refute them, but sat in the back of Lorne's truck reading as we crossed Wyoming to head back home. On the way, I remarked that Sam had told me there were some good programs comparable to what I was studying at my own university, for a lot less money, and wouldn't it be great if I could live close enough to be helpful to Lorayne? They were none the wiser as to my real motives, of course...