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Chapter 2

The first week of school was going by pretty well. It was as if the school year prior hadn't ended. Things with our new friends were great so far, and had no problem adjusting with the other gang members. On top of that, the first week of school was always easy. Despite everyone having different opinions and levels of classes, you can agree that not much goes on during the first week, except maybe gossip about the Homecoming football game that would take place Friday night.

The game wasn't all that was going to be happening that day either. It would also mark the day of the pre-game tailgate party that also doubled for extracurricular activities to recruit called Club Rush. Essentially groups like my chess team and others would setup a table and each take turns trying to add more numbers to their own, while everyone else was too busy eating hot dogs or burgers fresh off the barbecue. The game would begin shortly after sundown to give us plenty of time beforehand.

For Jason and I it was doubly important as both of our boyfriends were on the football team. It would also mark Morrell's first official game as the teams' main quarterback. I knew regardless, I would be busy that day as not only I had duties for the chess team as their Star Player, I was also a member of the school Pep Band, which meant I would be playing music on my saxophone during the game. I thought that would be the extent of it, but Coach Sundin had a surprise for me the day before during lunchtime.

“You want me to do an Exhibition match for the school?" I asked.

“That's right," he repeated, “it's great press for the school and our program, and it won't get in the way of your other duties tomorrow."

“I'm curious," Fenrir asked, his tail flicking inquisitively, “how does an Exhibition match work exactly? Is it any different from a normal game?"

“Well yes and no," I began explaining, “an exhibition match is where guests jump in on any number of chessboards lined up around a circle. Essentially guests each play a match simultaneously against a single opponent, that person is the featured exhibitionist." Lucian Blaze let out a snicker at that last word, and his brother Snow gave the back of his head a light smack.

“Anyway," I continue, “I walk around the middle of the circle and make a move on each board before moving to the next one. As I walk around the guest makes their move and waits for me to come back. This continues until their match ends. Then they reset the board and step down for another challenger to take their place."

“You can really play that many matches at once?" Damien asked, “Why go through the trouble of remembering that many matches?"

“It's to show off Ryan's skills as the exhibitionist," Sundin explained, “Ryan's exploits will be covered by the local radio and news stations, so we can attract more attention to our club and the school as a whole. The principal already agreed to add the event to the Club Rush itinerary."

“I'm surprised it was that easy to approve really," Nokemy mentioned while making a detailed sketch of living chess pieces on his pad.

“The principal will jump on any opportunity to gain good publicity for the school," Jason pointed out, “especially after what happened last year."

“Good point," Damien agreed, “in that case, show them what you're made of."

“You think I should?" Everyone was quick to speak up a yes vote on that one. I smiled and nodded as well, it was a good idea to help bring the focus of the school back to its former good standing instead of just being known as the place of a terrible shooting.

Once the lunch bell rang I got up and followed Damien out the door to catch him before he got to class.

“Hey Damien," I called.

“What is it Ryan?" he asked when he turned around.

“I know I'll be busy throughout tomorrow," I began, “but if it's alright with you, perhaps I could hang out at your place after later tonight?" He blushed a little shyly at the prospect.

“Is that alright?" he asked.

“Sure," I replied, “I did promise you I'd come over this week didn't I?"

“Yeah I guess you did," he chuckled and nodded, “sure, I just need to let my parents know you'll be dropping by."

“Cool," I nodded, “see you then, come check out the exhibition if you're curious to see more about chess." He nodded and waved by as he stepped into class. I was sure to do the same. As most people would agree, Math was not a popular subject amongst our group. This was made pretty clear when my next class after lunch was Pre-Calculus. I used to be enthusiastic about math as a kid, but it fell off by the time I got to middle school.

While I tolerated it now, I can't say I was too excited about the class. At the very least I shared the class with Fenrir, whom I was surprised was in there with him being a Freshman, but at least I had a friend to make the class easier to deal with.

The final class of the day was Gym, and you either loved Gym or hated it. It seemed kind of weird to have an indifferent opinion about it, like it's trendy to pick a side in that debate either way. Despite that however I played the indifferent card. I wasn't especially good at Gym, but I didn't have any real problems with it either. At the very least it gave my brain time to relax after dealing with Math. On top of that, I got to share the class with Morrell, who would always greet me with a kiss. It made the top of the locker room whenever we changed and they got to see our matching underwear. Considering what high school was, obviously not everyone was as accepting as some of the other students, and I had my own fair share of homophobic slurs thrown at me in said locker room. I didn't let it get to me that much though because it was high school, teenagers used the word Gay to describe anything that was stupid to them.

After some warmup exercises everyone began the required quarter mile run before the rest of the periods activities began. I couldn't run it efficiently, but was fit enough to be able to jog the entire thing. During this time Morrell and I hung back to have a little chat with each other.

“So what have you been up to this week hon I barely spoke to you?" he asked.

“I've been busy with a lot of stuff," I replied, “Chess club, Club Rush, the upcoming exhibition match, and I've been practicing for the Pep Band."

“Sounds really nerdy," he joked lightly jogging backwards to show how easy it was for him.

“You're dating me Mr. Macho Quarterback," I jested back, “you nervous about the game tomorrow?"

“Not really," he said, “should I be?"

“Well it is your first game as quarterback."

“That is true, but I've been busy practicing all week for it, same thing for Wrestling."

“You know I admire your confidence right?"

“I appreciate it Ryan, but don't worry, I'll give it my all tomorrow," he said.

“Promise me," I responded.

“I promise," he repeated with a smile, “So you wanna go hang out tomorrow night after the game, score some fries or something?"

“I would," I said, “but I already promised Damien I would hang out with him tomorrow."

“Oooh so that's it huh," he teased, “leaving me for another orca already is that it?"

“You know I wouldn't do THAT," I shook my head, “besides I'm not even sure he's into that."

“Well find out if he is if you can," he smiled, “if not no sweat, if he is, give him a good pounding for me."

“Are you really ok with that?" I asked.

“Why not?" he replied, “he's a friend after all, he's far from the first friend we've done it with while together."

“True," I replied.

“And besides, he is quite cute," he said, “I'm just saying if he is that way have fun. Just be sure to tell me about it afterwards."

“I doubt it'll go that way tomorrow but thanks for the blessing," I chuckled and huffed.

“So tomorrow is bunked then," he turned back around and jogged normally again, “how about a nice Saturday movie?"

“You're on," I replied happily, “Rom Com or action?"

“How about Action this time?" Morrell asked.

“Oh so you're up for getting handy then," I jested.

“You know it," he replied, and the class coach caught up behind us.

“Come on you two move it," the buff tiger began, “keep up with the rest of the class, especially you Mr. Quarterback, you can talk about your love life later."

“Very funny coach," Morrell replied, “Hey Ryan, race you. First one to the finish line gets to top tonight." With that he suddenly bolted off ahead of me.

“Hey! No Fair!" I shouted, chasing after him futily, “I never win at that."

***

The next morning I was up and about fairly early. I had a hard time sleeping the night before, as my brain was too active with the day's upcoming events.

“Morning mom," was the only thing I good mutter to her on the way to the fridge. She waved, but was too busy reading the newspaper to care much beyond that. I was more focused on getting breakfast for my teenaged stomach however.

A good breakfast and shower later and I was back to my usual self. I was wearing standard black jeans and a maroon pep band shirt to show my “School Spirit", because I guess that was important to some people I suppose. While looking through my sock drawer I saw a pair of rainbow wrist bands I would wear with some of my friends over the summer during the pride parades. I pulled them out and examined them more closely. If you rolled up the rainbow pride flag and wrapped it around your wrist, that's what the pattern would look like. After a minute I decided it would be appropriate to put them on and show off my real school spirit.

After that I grabbed my stuff and headed out to school to walk early to school. Despite showing signs of early fall, it still felt like summer in this town, even in the morning it was very warm. This made for a nice early walk as I didn't have to worry about wearing a jacket, though by December that would all change.

I headed up the street making my way to the high school. I passed by Jason's house, but didn't knock since I knew Jason wouldn't be up and about quite this early yet, especially on a Friday. As I walked though, my phone buzzed in my pants, signaling a text. I pulled it out and flipped it open to get a good view.

'You're butt's looking good today cutie ;),' It was Morrell. I looked up and around curiously to see Morrell's dad's truck pull up along the street and pull over next to me. Both father and son were inside.

“Hop on in bud," his dad shouted out. I smiled and waved hi, jumping in to the back seat, and giving my boyfriend a smooch.

“You're both up early," I pointed out.

“Yeah," Morrell nodded, “I have early practice today."

“And I got an early start at work today," his dad replied, “we saw you walking and offered a lift to get you there."

“Thank you very much," I bowed as I fastened my seat belt and he took off. Morrell's dad often had early or late starts due to the nature of his work. He was a high end director at a local construction and real estate company, so he would regularly work with various clients. I wouldn't know how he copes with the constant shift in work, but he's great with people and makes a lot of money out of it, so it certainly works out for him. Every time I saw his dad he always had a perpetual smile on his face. I was kind of glad how happy and carefree Morrell's family was in general.

Soon we made it to school and he dropped us off at the front entrance. We waved goodbye as he took off and we headed inside.

“Guess this is where we split," Morrell said, “see you later rainbow wrists."

“You too orca butt," I chuckled and kissed him goodbye. I had plenty of ideas of where to go first. Chess usually isn't open this early, and the band room was still occupied by the Jazz Band. I noticed that the computer classroom for computer programming and multimedia was open though and stepped inside. I had both computer programming and multimedia on my combined schedule, so I was in here a lot working on various projects. It was fairly empty except for the presence of our rather tall teacher.

“Good morning Mr. Lewis," Mr. Firewyrm said.

“Morning sir," I replied. Mr. Firewyrm had an interesting teaching schedule, as he was responsible for not only a set of electives, but he taught one of my core classes too, meaning I had three classes total with him.

“I'm surprised to see you in here early," he began, “do you have any questions on your assignments?"

“Not really," I said, “I already turned in my programming assignment."

“I noticed that," he nodded, “very impressive too."

“Thank you," I said and sat down at my station. I decided to entertain my time by doing some various practicing on the computer while the professor was busy grading assignments. The rest of the school day went on like normal. As the last bell rang in band class, I carefully put my saxophone away, but then cursed myself when I accidently bumped the reed against its case and broke the top off.

“Oh shit," I cursed at myself.

“What's wrong?" Lucian Canad asked as he sat next to me in class and looked, “ah I hate when that happens."

“That was my last one too," I face palmed, “I should have gotten more when I had the chance, I don't have time this afternoon to make it to the music store."

“Well here take this then," he reached into his own case and handed me a case with 2 brand new never used reeds.

“Aren't these yours?"

“We have plenty more at home buddy," he smiled, his calico ears flicking, “besides, friends help each other when in need right?"

“Thanks I appreciate it," I said, “I'll pay you back later." With that I stepped out and headed to the front of the school, where people were supposed to gather to help begin the setup for club rush. Nokemy, Altoryu, Dustin, and Adair were all there to help out. We each gave each other a hand, taking out tables and lining them up properly, setting up decorations and creating handmade signs for the tables for each club. It was a nice excuse to start up a conversation as well.

“So Nokemy," I began, “how many have signed up for art club so far?"

“Oh we've had a few," he smiled, “met a couple new Otakus as well."

“Oh neat," I chuckled, “are they cute?"

“To a straight guy maybe," he chuckled as we finished setting up his table on the parking lot by the others, “they're girls."

“Oh," I scratched my head, “do they at least like Full Metal Alchemist?" We both chuckled and he sighed.

“Let's get your tables set up Ryan," he said, “you've got a bunch more than we do to worry about."

“I appreciate it," I said and Adair came and joined us as well as we set up.

“You look tired," he pointed out. I tried my best to hide it, but he was spot on.

“It's been a long day," I replied, “but I'm fine."

“It's only going to get longer," Nokemy said, “no worries though."

“Come on slackers," Altoryu joked, “we'll all help." Dustin nodded and we worked as a group to finish setting up. We had an hour to spare after I got all the vinyl chess set setup in the exhibition circle. I also resisted the urge to make a circle jerk joke, though that didn't stop others in our group of making that joke about me. It was a good laugh.

I took the next half an hour to setup my saxophone in the break room and practice with my new reeds, hoping to break them in (and not actually break them). When I stepped back out closer to 5 PM, a new crew and the local radio station were already there to cover the event. A surprising amount of students already showed up, ready to begin the tailgate party. On the opposite end of the club rush, various staff were busy grilling up a storm. Good thing parents can't say no to a free opportunity to feed their kids. I grabbed a burger and headed to my station. Lucian Snow and Eq were busy manning the main chess club table, and I waved at them as I headed back into the circle, the boards fully setup now.

I saw Morrell and his parents already by the new crew, enjoying their own grilled meals, the former already in uniform. The principal was being interviewed on the news, I could guess pretty easily what they were talking about. Various other members of the group were chatting with their own clicks as well. I could also see Fenrir hanging out with Mr. Firewyrm and another male just as tall. As I was looking around I heard a whistle calling me from behind, and turned to see that it was Coach Sundin.

“You ready Ryan?" he asked.

“Ready as I'll ever be," I replied. The coach nodded and was busy getting attention and explaining what was going on to passerbys. As people were gathering, the news crew stopped over and the lady with the microphone asked for a short interview. I wasn't sure at first since I was sure they might mention the shooting last year, but with some prodding from Morrell's Dad decided to go for it. I stood in front of the camera by the lady in question, and the lady mouse began her spiel.

“This is Mandy Mic Live with Channel 5 News at 5 bringing you the action down here at Pine View High School Club Rush/Tailgate for the first football game of the season. Here at club rush various activities and extracurriculars gather in the hopes of recruiting other students to their venue of extended learning. One of the headlining acts today I have here with me Ryan Lewis, the star player of the school's chess team how are you today?" She pointed the mic my direction.

“I'm doing good today," I said, “how are you this afternoon?"

“I'm good," she said with vigor, “so tell the audience what it is you're about to do."

“Well…" I began and explained the process as quickly and concisely as I could.

“That sounds fascinating," she began, “I'm sure everyone is glad to see this school getting back on its feet after the terrible tragedy that occurred here late April." I knew it, I just knew that they couldn't keep off that subject. It's not that I hated talking about it, and I knew addressing the issues is important, but I felt like the continued coverage was trivializing those lives that were lost. I kept up a convincing face through the next few minutes before she finally cut away and I was free to return to the circle. By that point my first set of opponents had already taken their seats.

“Alright are you folks ready to see some Chess?!" Coach Sundin called to the crowd, and was met with various applause from the crowd, the loudest being from Morrell and his parents. I scratched the back of my head as Coach reiterated the rules to the crowd and when ready I turned to face table 1. Sitting there to my amusement was Fenrir, with the two adults he was hanging with standing behind him. I walked up to him and waved.

“I know I'm not as good as you at all," Fenrir blushed a bit, “but I always wanted to see you first hand." I smiled and nodded.

“It's all in good fun friend," I explained, “just have fun and give me everything you got." I offered him a firm handshake, which he took and I made my first move before stepping to the next table. In an exhibition match, the exhibitioner was required to play White, so I always got the first move. I opened fairly similarly with each game, changing which pawn I opened with every once in a while. The spectators watched on with quiet intrigue, most had never played the game and were watching to understand how I could play so many games at once. The attention believe it or not grew more as I started winning some of the games. Some were over quick while others took a few more moves. I took it a little easy on Fenrir's game to give him more time on the table.

As others were defeated, other interested players lined up to take their place. Sometimes one of my friends or fellow teammates would join in as well, making the experience much more interesting. There was one stranger though who stood out from all the rest. He was a middle aged wolf, fit and wearing a sleeveless biker jacket and leather jeans. His eyes were disguised by deep tinted sunglasses so I couldn't see them. Compared to other people he stood out like a sore thumb. I shook his hand like normal and started our game.

Speaking of sore thumbs, he wasn't the only one. A new player sitting next to Fenrir Moonfang surfaced as well, and his appearance was unmistakable. He was best described as an Arctic Wolftaur, containing an upper body like a normal wolf, but had the lower body of a feral wolf combined like a centaur. He didn't look much older than me either. When I approached his set I offered a hand shake.

“Nice to meet you," I said.

“Thanks," he said shyly and shook my hand like anyone else. As we did, I noticed he was wearing a set of rainbow wrist bands similar to mine, only his was more of a tie dye style.

“I haven't seen you around before," I said, “what's your name?"

“Um," he began, “Loboron, Loboron Wolfmage."

“Pleasure to meet you," I responded, “good luck with your game." I made my first move and went back to Fenrir. It was fun but I couldn't hold back any longer and had to force checkmate on him. When I got back to his table, the young wolf was replaced by our teacher Mr. Firewyrm, the ligeron smiling a toothy grin at me.

“I hope you aren't intimidated by my size," he said.

“We're all equals on the chess board," I nodded and shook his paw and began like usual. I kept up the games for a good while, even Morrell jumped in, but he had to cut it short when he was called to join the rest of the football team. When he did, his dad substituted for him, though he was a poorer player by a fair margin. It was still good though.

There was one exception however. The biker wolf I pointed out before was still playing, and not only was he good, he was exceptionally good. I was worried that I would actually lose to him too. We were in a tight gridlock in the midgame and it may even look to be a stalemate. Mr. Firewyrm was a fairly decent player too. Though soon, I had Loboron, Mr. Monteque and even Mr. Firewyrm defeated as well.

Soon we were down to just me and the biker wolf. He didn't look anywhere like Russell Black did, and his fur was a different color too, despite that though he played just as well as him if not better than Russell. Everyone else who was still watching gathered round, though gave us a fair distance, and now I could concentrate on the single game proper. We were dead even on pieces and neither side had any tactical or positional advantages.

The wolf didn't say anything either, everything about him was a complete enigma. I was completely fascinated by his playing style. It almost reminded myself of me to a small degree. We kept up a few moves, moving key pieces to try to attack or defend key areas. After a bit though, I saw a risky strategy that would open up his king side for a potential attack. I took a few minutes to deliberate the moves in my mind and decided it was worth going for, and sacrificed my bishop to take a pawn.

The crowd looked on with a questioned look on their face, including Fenrir and Damien, who were both still watching. He took my bishop with a pawn and thought nothing of it. Then I made the ballsy move and sacrificed my Queen for the same pawn. The crowd let out a gasp, which I thought was amusing. He was hesitant at first, but took the bait and my queen. From their I slid a rook to the open file to check his king, with no other move he moved it to the corner, which I capitalized on by moving my other rook up, prepared to slid it over for the checkmate. There was no way he could stop it now. His other pieces were busy gridlocking my other side, and hand no way of getting over in one move to stop the checkmate. He simply gave a smile, and tipped the king over in defeat. The crowd gave an applause as we shook hands. The wolf didn't say anything, but smiled and helped put away the pieces before heading off in his own direction. I almost wished he'd stay so I could learn more about him.

After putting everything away and getting another burger and some fries, it was time to get ready to join the pep band for the football game. I grabbed my instrument and joined the rest of the pep band just in time for the opening number to start with our school's national anthem.

After that number ended the game kicked off. The opposing team kicked it off to us, who caught the ball and made it to the halfway point before being tackled for the first down. I was more paying to Morrell, who was still recognizable even under his helmet. During the next hike he caught the ball and carefully backed off quickly, aiming his throw carefully, and with frame perfect timing, he tossed the ball right at a faraway teammate. The crowd cheered on when he caught it and ran it to the goal, prompting us to play a celebration song. Seeing them take an early lead was a very refreshing route indeed.

A couple hours passed, with most turns having a similar result. By the time we got the final quarter the score was 68-12 in our favor. I turned to Lucian Canad who was by me again and asked him to cover me.

“What's up?" he asked.

“I'm heading over to Damien's house now, would you cover for me? The game is a foregone conclusion by this point."

“Seriously?" he asked and thought for a second. “I suppose so. But you got cleanup duty on the next game."

“It's a deal," I nodded and fist bumped him before quietly packing my stuff. After I did I hurriedly snuck out and back to the band room to put my saxophone away in its locker. Then I headed out the school and the opposite way home. I felt a little bad sticking my friends with the cleanup duty, but I really was pretty tired from the day's festivities and looking forward to relaxing with a friend.

I eventually got to my house and quickly freshened up and changed my shirt before heading over to Damien's house. I remembered the general direction of his place and had the address written down on a piece of paper in my pocket. After about 20 minutes I found the relatively small house in question and knocked on the door. After a couple minutes a middle age orca woman answered.

“Good evening," I began, “is Damien home?"

“Yes he is," she answered, “are you a friend?" I nodded in reply. “That's nice, come on in." She stepped away and called for him to come downstairs. While I waited for him I got a good look of the living room area, which was nice and cozy. “Please forgive the mess it's laundry night here."

“No worries about that," I said, and I shook my asked when she asked if I needed anything to drink. Shortly after Damien hurried downstairs to greet me.

“Sorry for making you wait like that Ryan," he said.

“Don't worry about it," I said and followed him back upstairs. “So what do you want to do?"

“You're the guest," he began, “pick something you like to do."

“Got any good games?" I asked. We stepped into his room, which look fairly clean. In fact almost too clean, I figured he must have finished cleaning up while I was waiting downstairs.

“Nice place you got here," I pointed out.

“Thanks," he said, “it's not much but it's home." I took a seat on his bed as he fired up one of his systems, picking a popular fighting game to rock on for a while. It felt nice to kick up my feet and relax for a while.

Sometimes he would win and other times I would, but it was all in good fun, and made for nice conversations about the topic at hand, everything I hoped it would be. After a couple hours Damien offered to get refreshments.

“Want anything to drink?" I thought for a second and nodded.

“I could use a good glass of water," I replied and he nodded.

“I'll be right back," he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. I stepped off my side of the bed and looked around the various items of his room. His computer was currently locked and everything else was neatly put away on the shelves. I was admiring his gaming library when I stepped and tripped over something. I looked down to see that I inadvertently kicked a stack of magazines from under his bed.

“Whoops," I said out loud to myself and kneeled down to put it away. As I picked them up though, it suddenly came to me what these were. I was holding in my hands a set of gay porn magazines. On top of that, some of them were specific fetishes.

“Looks like Morrell was right after all," I whispered to myself and opened one of them to peak at it. This first one was a fetish specific magazine all about ass worship. There were various pictures and stories all about different furries worshipping other guy's asses. This ranged from rubbing and groping to rimming and fingering. It was nice to know what kind of stuff Damien was into.

I peeked into the next one which was titled “Bukkake Monthly." This was a popular gay magazine about cum baths, and showed all kinds of scenarios of smaller guys getting coated in the good stuff by bigger men. He had other magazines and even some neat Japanese manga porn in his collection as well. While it was a little cliché, I had expected Damien to walk back in with me reading one of these. I was half right, as I closed it right as he came in.

“I'm back," he closed the door behind him and turned back around with drinks in hand, then paused when he saw what was in my hand.

“Sorry," I began, “I accidently tripped over them and couldn't help myself."

“Ah shit," he said to himself, nearly turning beat red with embarrassment. “I'm sorry I didn't want anyone to see that."

“Don't worry about it," I said calmly, “I liked what I saw."

“This is so embarrass- wait, what did you say?" he asked.

“I said I liked what I saw," I repeated, and patted the spot next to me on the bed. He quietly sat down and handed me my glass of water, which I gratefully sipped. “You never told us you were gay."

“Well you never asked," he began and I chuckled a bit at the true statement, “plus I've never been out before so I didn't know how people would react."

“True," I said, “especially in this town, but you do know by now that the majority of our group are the same way. You also know Morrell and I are an item so there's no need for such anonymity among us."

“I suppose you're right," he said shyly, “sorry."

“Don't worry about it," I assured him, “besides Morrell had already suspected you were gay."

“Really?" he asked, “since when."

“Since we met I think," I chuckled, “I think it's cute though." He blushed.

“You're both lucky to have each other," he commented, “I'm kind of jealous of him."

“Why is that?" I asked curiously.

“Well," he hesitated, “you've been so kind and open since we met, and I never really had any friends up to this point. But you especially had been very warm and open about it. I uh, kind of envied Morrell's spot." That explained it; he had a little crush on me. I thought that was pretty sweet of him. I had also noticed the next one in the stack of magazines was a species specific pairing between orcas and humans. Who'd have thought, really?

“I see," I began, “if you want, I can show you what it's like." He sat up.

“Wait, what?" he asked, “but aren't you serious with Morrell?"

“I am," I began, “but we are open about the whole thing with all of our friends. Heck it was his idea to give you a good time if I found out you were gay, and lo and behold." He seemed flabbergasted at that revelation. I guess he never heard of open couples before, or so I joked in my head.

“I never would have thought," he began.

“Yeah and we've done it with all of our friends so there are no secrets between us," I explained, “so, how about it then? Would you like me to show you a good time?" He flushed red again and looked down in embarrassment.

“I don't know how to do any of it," he explained. I suppose it made sense given his demeanor but I thought it was cute.

“A virgin huh?" I asked, “this should be fun." I stepped up and went to lock his door to prevent any parental intrusion. Then I went back and sat next to him, placing a hand on his thigh. “Just tell me what you want to do." He nodded and thought for a second.

“Can we French kiss?" he asked. I smiled and obliged him, leaning in and pulling him close into a kiss. I haven't led very much especially considering my partner, but with a virgin it was my responsibility to teach him, so I took over and slipped my tongue into his maw, which was soon met by his own tongue. I reached a hand down to rub his thigh sensually with a hand, helping him relax and feel good. It was working as I could feel his pants begin to bulge and tighten up. We soon broke the kiss to let him catch his breath.

“Wow," he said chuckling lightly.

“Did you like?" I asked and he nodded. “Good. What shall we try next?"

“Well," he began slowly, “I have always to see what it feels like, getting my ass worshipped." It was just like his magazine showed. I saw no reason to deny him.

“I can do that," I said, “but I'll need you to lose those clothes." He nodded and stood up, and slowly began to strip. I gave him a hand and helped remove his shirt. For a guy who was pretty shy to begin with was pretty well built. He had muscle definition but not as much as Morrell or Jake had. I began rubbing over his core slowly, admiring the feel. I reached down to help unzip his pants and slip them off with his underwear and socks, leaving him fully nude for me. I took a moment to admire the orca body in front of me. His cock was almost fully hard, and was a pretty good size to boot.

“You like what you see?" he asked and I nodded.

“Definitely," I replied, “now get on the bed on all fours." He nodded and did what he was told, and kneeled on the center of the bed on his hands and knees. After he lifted his tail to expose his nice taut orca butt.

“Definitely nice," I repeated and leaned in to begin worshipping his nice ass, rubbing over both cheeks with my hands, making sure to be both smooth and firm. It felt very smooth on my hands too, and I could tell he was definitely enjoying it, as his own cock was now fully rock hard and at attention. I kept up the rubbing a bit, before spreading his cheeks open to eye the tail hole. It was remarkably clean and inviting. Plus it was a chance to give him a pleasant surprise, I leaned in and gave it a nice lick. I nearly stopped when he almost let out a moan, but he was smart about keeping the volume down.

I smiled and continued right in, licking around the virgin hole and teasing the entrance, continuing the rubbing of his cheeks. I wish I could see what his face looked like now to see if he was enjoying this, but he soon answered for me when he pressed back a bit. I rimmed a little bit deeper, pushing into the entrance a bit, and brought a hand down to gently glide some fingers over his cock. He responded in kind with a shudder, which got me going, and I stroked it again with my fingers.

After a bit his cock tip began to leak a little bit of pre from all the attention I was giving him. I kept it up for a little while longer before pulling off to catch my breath.

“Wow," he commented, “that was great."

“Glad you liked it," I smiled, “what's the next thing."

“Well," he began, “mind if I played, with your cock for a bit?" I smiled and nodded.

“Sure," I said, and began the process of removing my clothes, but he stopped me.

“Wait," he began, “can I do that for you?" I chuckled and nodded, kicking off my shoes and standing by the side of the bed for him.

“Knock yourself out," I said. He got up and over to where I was. With attention to each article of clothing he began to strip me down, letting him take his time to enjoy it. Soon I was naked too and turned to face him my own cock beginning to get hard. “Like what you see?" He nodded.

“May I…" he began, “play with your cock?" I giggled a bit and nodded, spreading my legs a bit for him. He reached and felt it up slowly. I smiled a bit, his hand felt nice and smooth on the member. Once it was fully hard in his hand he took it into his hand and began stroking it slowly. I reached down and petted his head encouragingly, letting him know he was doing a good job.

He kept this up for a little bit, reaching his other hand to cup and fondle my balls, causing me to give another shudder. He must have been studying a lot of porn, because it felt pretty dang good. After a bit more stroking, he decided to try something a little different, and leaned in to take my cock into his maw. I looked down and watched him as he began suckling the tip. I petted his head more, guiding more of the cock in his maw. He began bobbing his head up and down. It felt good, but I could feel his teeth brushing against it a bit. I winced a bit and guided him a bit to open his mouth wider and use more tongue. He apologized and tried again, doing it better this time.

I petted him more and gently humped his mouth in time with his bobbing as the pleasure he was giving increased. My breathing quickened as the pace did as well. He added his hand to the mix, stroking the base of my cock when it wasn't in my mouth.

“Fuck," I whispered as he managed to hit a sweet spot. I really enjoyed being stroked from the base of the cock. He could sense my growing pleasure and pulled off my cock, and began stroking vigorously. I bit into my arm to muffle a moan to keep the noise down.

“Can you cum on me please?" he asked and it was my turn to blush.

“You're well on your way there," I commented, holding onto his shoulders to brace myself. It took a few more minutes, but soon he had me right where he wanted me, and I gritted my teeth as I climaxed hard all over him. I shot several ropes and nearly all of them landed on his white chest, coating him in my seed. Once I settled and he stopped stroking he gave a satisfied look.

“Did that work for you?" I asked catching my breath and he smiled wide.

“It sure did," he said, “thank you."

“Of course," I commented, “now let's get yourself taken care of."

“Same thing?" he asked.

“Nah, let's step it up a bit," I said, “how would you like a chance to fuck me?"

“Really?" he asked, “are you ok with that?"

“Yeah," I nodded, “I get fucked all the time. Plus I'm Morrell's bottom."

“I wondered as much," he commented, “he does seem the type."

“He sure is," I assured him.

“Do you want to spend the night here?" he asked me.

“Is that ok with your parents?" I asked.

“Yeah that won't be a problem," he said, “I just want to play with you some more." I nodded with a smile.

“Sure why not?" I replied, “just let me inform my own mother." I reached into my own pocket on the floor and sent my mom a text, letting her know I wouldn't be home tonight and slipped it back into my pocket. “Now where were we?" I smiled and kneeled down in front of his cock, ready to begin round 2.

***

Meanwhile back at home, my mother had just gotten the text in question, and she responded in kind, telling me to have fun and not to stay up too late. After that she resumed reading a book in the living room until she heard a ring at the doorbell. Wondering who it would be at this late an hour she got up and opened the door.

Who greeted her was a wolf in a leather jacket and jeans, and wearing a pair of sunglasses that hid his eyes. He looked to be roughly the same age she was. She stood there in silence, not saying a word to begin with but looking surprised.

“It's been a long time V," the wolf began, his voice rather deep.

“Don't you dare call me that," she began, “and you're not supposed to be here."

“You could at least have said hi," he replied.

“Why are you here anyway?" she asked.

“You know why I'm here," he said and slipped his sunglasses off, revealing a stern pair of brown eyes. “I'm here to see my son, Ryan."

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