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DLM-S2-EP5

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-December 19, 2012-

*Two and a Half Years Ago*

"No turn right! He's right there!" A young feline voice yelled at me from my right.

"Here?" I asked as I pressed the corresponding buttons on my Xbox controller.

"Yeah. Right in front of you." He said.

"I see him." I pressed down with my right index finger signaling the game to fire a barrage of bullets into the undead corpse slowly approaching me.

"Yes!" he exclaimed as the game tallied our points and displayed the results.

It was only a matter of seconds before I was knocked to the floor by a swiftly moving ball of fur and stripes. He gigged as he pinned me to the floor keeping me from getting back up. I struggled under him but failed to gain an inch on him.

I finally stopped struggling and just laid still underneath him lightly panting against his muzzle and looking into his lustful blue eyes. He smelled intoxicatingly of male musk and peppermint. His right paw moved from my shoulder up to the base of my small antlers touching me in just the way that drives me crazy.

"What are you planning on doing with me?" I asked shuddering at his stroking of my antler bases.

"Oh... just the usual." His other paw migrated from my shoulder down to my crotch grasping at my swelling sheath through my loosely fitting boxers.

I moaned out loud at the feeling of his warm paw massaging my most sensitive parts coaxing my young malehood out of hiding. He giggled playfully, "You like this don't you?"

"Yesss..." I hissed at the pressure he was now applying to my most intimate areas.

"You sound like such a slut, Aaron." He said, still gripping my antler.

"At least I only sound like one." I retaliated.

"Oh man! Shots fired!" he sarcastically commented.

He squeezed my sheath letting one of his claws poke at the sensitive skin. I yipped at the brief sensation of pain before reaching my own paw beneath the elastic waist band of his own boxers where I took one of his firm and sensitive balls into my paw. I gave the tender piece of furry flesh a tight squeeze, not enough to cause any real damage but just enough pressure to cause him to jump, yipe, and hiss at me.

He, of course, had to take it one step further by taking both of my balls into his paw and teasing them with his claws before going in for the kill with a strong squeeze and pull sending my arms and legs flailing. This perverse game of teasing and one upping for several more turns until our boxers were laying on the floor next to my bed.

His maw was deeply pressed into mine with his textured tongue feeling it through and through, digging into every crevice and cranny. It was wet and sloppy and... amateur, but it still felt nice. I reached my paws to his head and slowly caressed his ears which drove him completely mad.

He pulled away from me and jumped up on his knees and then laid back down on his side giving me the signal to assume the position. A position which I most eagerly took up. I laid down next to him with my muzzle only inches away from his feline member. I sampled the musk, deeply inhaling it and taking it deep into my lungs. From what I could hear Sam was doing the same and quite enjoyed the experience, just like the many times we've done this before.

I felt a long sharp object momentarily nick at my dick before it was engulfed in a wet, warm, and slurping passage that suckled on the pre from my maleness. I don't know what it was about this guy's muzzle. It's like the thing was built for sucking dick. The groves of his palate were perfect for tugging and teasing at your length and his broad tongue could easily wrap around my dick adding another irresistible pleasure to the experience. I almost feel bad for not having that much with which to offer him in return. Not with my long narrow snout and thin tongue.

There was one thing a thin tongue was good for though. I leaned my head in closer savoring the different scents along the way, sheath juices, pre, ball sweat that would just drive me wild, and most importantly testosterone. The essence of what can be considered male. Second only to the male orgasm and semen.

Once close enough I stuck out my tongue and gently lapped a droplet of pre from the tip of his dick with utter precision. I gasped and moaned at the flavors exploding in my mouth and bucked my hips as I bobbed back down to unleash a barrage of licks and kisses upon his dick head in a full on assault he bucked grazing my cheek with his barbs. I bucked in response as he picked up his brutal bobbing and suckling pulling me in closer to breeding his snout.

I knew that he wouldn't take too long to get himself off, he'd probably be breeding my muzzle before I'd be done with his. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, just below the head where he was most sensitive. My paws found themselves wandering to his rear and playing with the tight ring of pink flesh and the sensitive line of still furless flesh between his balls and tail hole. He moaned and shook in approval of my actions picking up his pace and shoving himself into my maw.

He's getting close, I can feel it. When he's about to shoot he gets really sloppy in the mouth section and forgets to mind the teeth as much. I slid one of my fingers past his tight ring and quickly located my ultimate goal. I pressed hard on the little walnut sized bulb and his reaction was immediate. His back arched and he thrusted hard into my muzzle losing his load. He shot spurt after spurt of salty sweet semen into my mouth which I was more than happy to guzzle down like a little slut.

I cupped his butt with my paws and pushed my nose pad into his sheath as he finished me off. The feeling of his tongue wrapping and sliding its self around my cock became too much and I let myself go. I bucked and my dick convulsed in his perfectly shaped muzzle. He swallowed every last drop and licked his lips as he pulled away.

I released my maws hold on his member and repositioned myself so that we were now face to face. His paw reached up to my lip and wiped a small fleck of cum from my lip and licked his finger clean.

"And you say I'm the slut." I said to him.

He giggled in his cute manner again hiding his smile behind a paw.

"I can't help it dude." He smiled.

"I know you can't. Why do you think we still do this?" I asked rhetorically. I watched as he snuffled his nose in the way that made his broad face look even cuter than it normally does. I'm not sure what I'm really feeling for this guy right now. I've only known him for a few months but I can't imagine it would be like without him. I want him but in more ways than just nice blowjobs. I-I'm not really sure I even understand what I feel for him.

"Because you like it just as much as I do?" he sarcasmed.

I smiled and let my mind drift for a moment to the heaps of school work I still have to have completed by Friday.

This relationship we have... It feels almost unnatural but exhilarating and I loved it. And I think I love him. But I don't know how I would tell him. Every time I get close I chicken out and things just continue with the way they are. I just keep thinking, what if he rejects me? What if people find out? Aren't kids in high school supposed to be really cruel about this kind of stuff? The whole gay stuff?

I guess that's why we just ignore it around other people. Well... except Amy but she's a special case. "You just keep it all to yourself and everything will work out fine." I keep saying to myself but I'm not sure it will be.

I don't like the way I am. Short, thin, scrawny, weak... Isn't this year supposed to be about change? New school, new friends, new opportunities? Fuck that damned ideology. It's hard to be happy about the "new" when the "same-old" bull crap from middle school still haunts me. I came out back in seventh grade hen I had a crush on this kid in my Algebra class and decided to express my feelings by asking him out.

It was the first time I felt the pain of being rejected, but that wasn't the worst thing to happen to me. No, that was the hazing, and name calling, and knocking me against the lockers in the hall. The worst part is how what was a private matter between me and this guy could become so public so fast. I knew the guy I had a crush on pretty well and I know that he wouldn't tell anyone about it but, apparently some other furs that I considered my friends at one point were eavesdropping on us and decided to tell practically the entire state about my dirty little secret. "Hey! Did you hear that Aaron Wilkens is into guys?"

I quickly learned to despise words like "homo" and "fagot", coming under a barrage of fire each day for what seemed like months. Eventually it did die down but my reputation had been damaged beyond hope and the hazing just continued.

When we moved to Williamsport a few months ago I resolved that I would never let anyone know at all costs. I didn't want to go through all the crap again. When I came out to Amy and Sam it was just a big accident. I lent them one of my note books to study from and forgot that I had hidden certain pictures of male bucks in there.

Samson asked me about them the next day and I had no choice but to tell them. In the end it worked out pretty well, Amy was really accepting and supportive and as it turns out that Samson and I have something in common. Something we would latter act on leading to my current position. I still can't risk having anyone else find out. I won't let what happened in middle school happen to me again.

"AH SHIT!" Samson jumped up from his position next to me, yelling, "I can't believe it's this late!"

He quickly started throwing his clothes back on in a flustered mess. I looked at the clock that read "11:27."

'I was supposed to be back by ten! My mother's gonna kill me."

He slipped on his pants and struggled to get his shoes over his foot paws.

"Can't you just sneak in?" I asked holding my head up to look at him.

"Don't ya think I'm gonna try?" he asked as he slipped on the last articles of his clothing and threw his book bag over his shoulder, "I'll see ya tomorrow Aaron."

And with that he rushed out my bedroom door and stomped his way down the stairs. I heard him say goodnight to my parents as the downstairs door creaked shut.

I rolled over onto my back and just laid there, nude, and staring at the ceiling, thinking about whatever until I was fast asleep.