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I remember you. I sit in this chair looking out over green fields, I don't remember when they moved me here, that and so much more has faded. The nurses tell me that I don't remember to go to the bathroom anymore, they tut their tongues and mutter in exasperated voices "I do wish you'd try!" However, my mind is always elsewhere.

I remember the day you moved in next door, my father telling me I had to go play with the new boy. I was so mad at him for making me do that, because I had just gotten a new train set, and I didn't want to share. Then when he invited you in anyway I was irate and stubborn, but you were so sweet and I could see the fear in your eyes. You were alone away from your friends, your parents had torn up your roots as if they didn't matter.

What else could I do, my heart melted and suddenly I wanted to share with you. We played for hours, until your father came to make you come home to dinner. I still can see the look of indignation on your face as you asked for just five more minutes. You were pushing your luck doing so the fifth time. Of course you liked pushing your luck didn't you, always the risk taker and the adventurer?

We were part of each other's lives from that day forward, closer than brothers and thicker than thieves. Every day was a new adventure, every parting just a temporary setback. Our families growing so close we all went on holiday together. To the lake, I can't remember its name, but I remember running and jumping off the jetty with you. Splashing about in the water, yelling and laughing.

Every year we would go back, the six of us. Every year we were bigger and closer. Our first kiss was shared there, in our tent, the kids' tent. Our own private castle, a pirate ship, a fortress, whatever we wanted it to be it was ours. We would play all day and then fall asleep holding each other's paws.

Then one night in our teens you did something I never expected, you kissed me and then you giggled. I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, so you kissed me again, much longer and I returned it. What a moment that was, our two hearts reaching out to one another. I can still remember the feel, your lips so smooth and they tasted of strawberries from our dessert.

We grew even closer after that, stealing kisses and hugs when we were alone. No talk of girls, we didn't need them or want them unlike the other boys. With you in my arms I was never afraid, never lost or confused you were the anchor of my life, the core of my being.

Things progressed as the years passed. You showed me yours and I showed you mine. We did laugh and giggle at that. Though, inside us both, feelings were growing. We were growing, childish kisses became less childish and more intense as the years passed behind us. Time never seems to go the speed you want it too, when things are wonderful the years pass in the blink of an eye; now each day passes as slowly as an ice age.

I remember that last family holiday, we were eighteen and so very much in love. No more childish kisses, they were full, real and with the heat of our passion behind them. Oh your lips and tongue, the taste of adolescent musk. The beauty of your eyes, so blue, like the sky on midsummer. Your husky face, just perfect and sweet, framed with a white heart, you bore your love for all to see. The tiny patch of black between your eyes, the one you always felt self-conscious about. I used to kiss it and tell you it was cute, and it was. Oh believe me dear I never lied about that.

That time inside the boathouse, the last night before our holiday ended. We had stolen each other away from our parents and we started just like we always had with our lips entwined. I could feel your paws wandering over my body exploring, as mine replied in kind. You felt so warm and soft, your t-shirt was pulled off and mine followed it, just like us they liked to be together.

We lay together kissing and caressing, on a pile of old sacks, I can still smell their must. The old boathouse, so creaky and empty, the paint peeling off its walls, the scent of wood starting to rot. Not that we cared, what did it matter to two young men in love? The moan that escaped my lips as I felt your paw on my crotch for the first time was so loud you broke the kiss. I blushed and you laughed and squeezed, oh god I was so hard for you. I wanted you so badly.

Then your kisses returned with an intensity I had never known before. With everything I had I returned them, my fingers wandering down to your crotch, I still remember the heat and the strength I felt there, the firmness and the throb as your manhood ached to feel my touch. It was your turn to moan and blush.

With shared desperation and need we stripped each other's pants, and for the first time lay together naked. Oh the feel of your soft fur mingling with mine. Your grey contrasting with my white. Our bodies writhing together, our erect cocks sliding against each other. Hungry tongues dancing as we looked into each other's eyes, with lust, need and most of all with love.

Your adventurous nature allowed you to take the next leap without hesitation. I can still remember the feel of your lips and the heat of your maw as it engulfed my maleness. My cries of pleasure echoing in the boathouse and across the lake. Neither of us cared about the risks, we were in love and lost to our lust for each other.

Oh you were so eager to taste me, your tongue never stopped licking and you swallowed my everything. Your head bobbing fast and all I could do was lay there and watch, panting and gasping. You looked so beautiful, and it felt so divine. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting into your perfection, crying out as years of pent up need were released in a few seconds. Which is all I lasted, youthful passion has but one flaw, it never lasts as long as you want it too.

You laughed when I apologised and you told me I tasted of buttermilk and honey. Then with my breath still coming in ragged pants I bent down to taste you. Oh the warmth of your love on my lips, the feel of your firmness inside my maw, how I have missed that these long lonely years. Your taste, earthy, peaty and yet spicy too, a hint of cinnamon, I always thought you were delicious. I couldn't get enough, I sucked and swallowed milking your cock eagerly.

My ears were filled with the beautiful song of your cries and pants, I knew then you loved me for you told me so over and over. The passion was so great and I remember the feeling of your paws on my head, holding me gently and yet firmly. I never feared it, I loved it as you thrust wildly into my face, all I could do was look up at you lost in the bliss I was bringing and I knew joy pure joy.

Soon your youthful needs took over and I was gifted with a taste of your buttermilk, oh it was wonderful and creamy, rich and fulfilling and I drank every last drop you gave me. I was hooked from that day forward, and you were ever eager to let me have another sip of milk.

Our passion was not yet spent, while youthful passion may burn quickly, it rekindles just as fast. While we lay in each other's arms panting, sharing sweet and sticky kisses for the first time. We giggled as the wonderful afterglow caught hold, making us giddy with pleasure. Our paws began to wander and our rods began to harden, you looked at me with such a burning lust and you told me you needed me. Oh you have no idea how perfect those words were, or how badly I had needed to hear them

Before I knew it you were on top of me, my legs around your waist as we kissed, tongues dancing once more. Your strength surprised me as you lifted me up with ease, and then I felt it for the first time, your maleness against my entrance. I looked up at you and all I wanted in this world was holding me. I gave myself to you willingly and I never regretted it. You tried to be gentle, but such acts rarely are. My ring fought back, though I didn't mean it to. Eventually it was with a savage thrust and a cry of both passion and pain that you entered me.

Oh you were so rough and yet I never wanted you to stop. I held onto you tightly, pulling you with my thighs, begging you to take me with my eyes as I cried out. The pain fading as you thrust again and again. The wonderful feeling of fullness, of connection with you filled my soul. I looked up into your eyes as you towered above me, your face a mask of concentration as you tried to stop my inner depths overwhelming you too quickly.

Then I felt it bashing into my ring, your knot fully formed and ready to tie. My eyes opened wide and I bit down on my yelps of surprise; I knew if you heard how much it hurt you would have stopped and no amount of pain could ever make me want you to stop. I bore the pain inside as you fucked your knot into me. I remember giggling a little as you howled in pleasure, your voice must have been heard miles away. Like a true canine you declared your ownership of your mate, as I felt your warm seed flooding my depths for the first time, it was far from the last.

We lay together for hours before eventually we had to dress. You told me that you loved me and I knew you meant it. A year or two later we told our parents, all four of them together. They took it better than expected, although my mother did bemoan the lack of grandchildren. I too wish we could have been fathers, I know you would have been a great dad. However, I wouldn't trade a moment of my life with you.

I remember the look on the doctor's face as he told you of the disease that would take you from me and I remember the first thing you said to me afterwards. You apologised, because you didn't want to leave me alone. I cried, because I never wanted to lose you, you were my life and soul.

You fought it, but you couldn't win. I know now what you went through, as I struggle each day to stay myself to remain the man you loved. Each day I fail a little and each day I fight to keep you in my heart. My doctor tells me I might have many years left, my disease will consume my mind before my body withers fully, for you it was the reverse and I think that may have been the kinder illness. You stayed with me to the end. Now I sit by the window alone watching the green and thinking over every moment with you again and again.

I remember it all, your face, your scent, your taste, your touch. The heat of your body as we lay together night after night, in each other's arms. I can picture every detail of your body, of your beautiful voice and melodic laugh. That mischievous smile you would get before you'd do something naughty, you never took a cold drink from with fridge without the need to sneak up on me and push it to my neck. Oh how you laughed at my squeals.

There is nothing about you that I can't remember, except for... your name my disease has taken that piece of you from me. Sometimes I think I can remember and then it vanishes, like a wisp in the woods. I fought it my love I swear I fought to keep you, every last part, but I can't win. I will join you soon and we will be together forever and you can whisper to me everything I have forgotten.

My doctor he told me which pills I had to take and which ones I must never take too many of. I remember which, I will not let my disease take any more of you from me. I remember you. I love you and I'm coming.

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