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Disclaimer: HELLO AGAIN!!!!! This is a separate series from the one I am currently working on and I apologize for moving onto a different series before finishing that one. Please don't hate me. I've been working on both, I just happened to have finished this one first. So Here is chapter 1 of The Difference of Love from Lust. I hope you enjoy it. And now for the warning thingie. This story includes sexually explicit material of a homosexual variety. If you aren't turned on by gay sex, are not gay, are not old enough to view such material, or just aren't as interested in reading my fantastic story as you thought you were, please hit the back button on your web browser, I promise not to rig your computer to explode if you leave this page without reading. I don't do that kind of thing... anymore. But, without further ado, your entertainment.

"Hey Mr. Fenton!" Butch couldn't believe he was about to do this. "Mr. Fenton! Can I talk to you really quick?" Butch yelled as he ran down the high school hallway to catch up with his math teacher. He was about to do something that would either work really well, or get him in a lot of trouble.

"What do you need?" the large bull replied, turning around to face Butch. Dear God he was hot! Butch couldn't help but think it. For the longest time the young wolf had the hugest crush on his math teacher. He idolized the man. He was really buff, strong and beefy. He had a gut that pushed out against his button up shirt and suspenders in such a sexy way. Butch just wanted to jump him. He wanted to feel that gut so bad. The large bull had a heavy beard and eyes that could see straight through you. He was damn sexy, Butch couldn't help himself.

Butch had spent this whole year fantasizing about the beefy bull, wishing that he could have his way with him. Now winter break was fast approaching and Butch was hoping to get lucky with his teacher. A task he hoped made all the more easy by his friendship with the bull. Butch had been failing math and had been getting tutored by the bull. Now with the coming break, a plan had popped into his head. One filled with both a little risk, and a lot of excitement.

"Well, it's about to be winter break and I figured it might be a good time to catch up on some math. Maybe try and fit in some extra tutoring?" The bull raised a questioning eye brow. "You see, my parents are going out of town and they were asking me if there was anywhere I could stay. I told them I didn't know but I'd ask around. Well, all my friends and close family friends and relatives are busy and it suddenly dawned on me... If it's all right with you, can I spend winter break with you?" To Butch, the request didn't sound too farfetched. He'd been over to Mr. Fenton's house before. Mr. Fenton preferred to tutor in the comfort of his own home. Once he'd even stayed the night when a really bad storm started while they were in the middle of a session.

The bull gave it a thought then nodded agreement. "I suppose it would be all right with me. Hope you like dogs though. I recently adopted a new corgi since the last time you were at my place. He's real nice though."

"No, I love dogs." Butch grinned from ear to ear. He was one step closer to the man of his dreams.

"Okay then. The day before winter break have your bags packed and bring them to school. We can chuck them in my trunk before the first class starts. We'll leave straight from school, make things easy."

"Ok, thanks." Before he had time to get any second thought he stepped in close and gave Mr. Fenton a big hug. Then Butch turned around and headed to the gym locker room. He had to let his coach know the good news.

When Butch got to the locker rooms, his coach was already waiting for him in his office. Butch could tell because the blinds were closed but the lights were on. Butch tossed his bags in his locker and headed into the office to meet with his coach again. Butch didn't like sports and he didn't like gym. He was pretty muscular himself, but he just didn't care for them. However, he did like his coach, and luckily, just last year he discovered how much his coach liked him.

Coach McClure was a big brown bear with soft fur and a silver earring in his left ear. He was massive, muscles rippling through every inch of his ursine body. He also had a pudgy belly and a huge cock, which Butch just loved; it was the size of two beer cans end to end. Coach had a thing for jock straps too, especially used sweaty ones.

When Butch entered the office, he found a surprising sight in front of him. The bear was wearing nothing but his black jockstrap that he always wore, bending over his desk. Looked like today, Butch was going to get to play top. Coach liked it both ways and every now and then he would have an urge and let Butch fuck him. Butch was more a sub at heart, but sex with Coach was still sex with Coach, and he'd do anything to please Coach.

"I need your tongue whelp! Get over here and lick it." Butch hustled to obey immediately. Without even bothering to strip first, he dropped onto his knees in front of the big bears ass and started licking all over it. He started by licking around the edges, avoiding Coach's anus. He slowly pulled the jockstrap down Coach's ass, licking lower as the thin material fell off Coach's legs, left forgotten around his feet. He moved lower still and sucked over Coach's furry orbs, feeling their heavy weight roll around on his tongue.

Coach always had such heavy balls. Butch could drain him for all he's worth and Coach would still be ready a few minutes later for more. They were roughly the size of oranges and hung really low. They were actually the main reason Coach wore jockstraps, apart from the reason that they looked fucking amazing on him. Without the strap, his balls hung uncomfortably low, constantly getting squished and sat on.

Butch nibbled and nipped at the hairy skin, then licked all the way up and over Coach's ass. Coach let out a low gasp, barking out, "Yeah. Lick it Bitch. I want your tongue deep in my ass." Butch followed his orders and rimmed Coach's ass, spreading his cheeks to push his tongue further in the crevice.

Coach started moaning as Butch forced his tongue further and further into his ass. Butch noticed that Coach's dick was swelling beneath him, jutting forward and throbbing with every quick pulse of his blood in the organ. Butch reached up and began kneading Coach's sac, then grabbed a hold of his cock.

"No! Don't touch it. Just rim. I want to cum hands free this time, so no touching." Butch reluctantly let go of Coach's cock in understanding.

Coach readjusted his position on the desk and spread his legs farther apart, allowing Butch further access to the deepest reaches of his ass. Butch dug in as far as he could, exploring Coach's hole. As he continued rimming he snaked his middle finger up into Coach as well, fingering him.

Coach let out his loudest moan yet. He grunted out, "Alright, enough of that. I'm ready." Butch pulled his long tongue out and continued to finger him with his left hand while undoing his heavily tented pants with his right. He let his jeans drop to the floor, kicking them away, and pulled out his massive cock from his own jockstrap.

Coach really had a thing for men in jockstraps, so he enforced his students to wear them (the males anyway) during class; the girls had to wear athletic bras. He used the excuse that it was for safety, though the truth was quite simply because he liked them. He also enforced Butch to wear them all the time, so that he'd always be wearing one when he wanted to fuck. Coach had also solved Butch's length issues. Before Coach was involved, Butch was a fairly little guy, in all regards. Coach liked his partners big so he started buying penis enlargement pills and male enhancement creams. He'd also started working out with Butch, encouraging him to grow some muscle. Butch had grown from a measly four and half inches to a good solid eleven inches, and was now very beefy. Butch took pride in his new pride and it definitely made Coach happier; and with any luck, hopefully Mr. Fenton too. Suddenly Butch remembered the good news he wanted to share with Coach.

Coach always reminded Butch that he should figure out what he liked too, not just satisfy him and his likes. He pushed that Butch needed to pursue who and what he liked. Butch had let him know that he was interested in Mr. Fenton and Coach had given him some tips on how to get closer to him. In fact it was Coach that had suggested he started getting tutoring help from Mr. Fenton.

Coach reached on the other side of the desk and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a canine form condom. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and passed the light blue ring back to Butch. Coach always insisted on safe sex, even though he knew neither of them had any STD's and there was no way in hell either of them would get pregnant. Coach was still a teacher though, and so he taught Butch good habits at least.

Butch took the condom and slipped it onto his cock. The canine form condom was made especially for canines, designed to stretch at the base to accommodate a dog's swollen knot without breaking. It was still nice and tight though and Butch liked the familiar feeling. After he made sure his condom was on properly he resumed fingering Coach's ass.

Coach reached back in the drawer and pulled out a small condom. He ripped the wrapper and passed it back as well. The condom was too small to fit on either of their cocks, but it was tight enough they could slip it on their tips without worrying about it slipping off. It reduced clean up considerably, and provided a rather hefty drink for either partner. Coach came hard enough to fill a coffee cup easily.

Butch unrolled the second condom and stretched it over Coach's cock head. Coach groaned as the extremely tight material gripped his dick. He had to fight the urge to paw off; he hadn't gotten off in a few days. Neither had Butch for that matter; both had given up on masturbation, seeing as both of them had each other. If they used their hands to satisfy their needs in the instant, they'd have less to share with the other.

Butch pulled his fingers out of Coach's tight ass and stepped forward, his jock strap still cradling his large nuts. "Alright, I'm ready when you are. You want me to start slow or do you want it hard?" Butch always asked because it gave Coach a sense of authority, letting him know he was still in charge.

"Fuck me hard and fast. Don't stop until both those condoms are full to the brim."

"You got it stud!" Butch didn't miss a beat shoving his giant prick into Coach's ass hard enough to move the desk back a full inch. Butch immediately pulled his dick all the way out, smiling as it made a nice plopping noise. He slammed his cock back in, jabbing at Coach's prostate painfully. Coach roared his pleasure and pain out as Butch rutted his ass. Butch chose to use large, full thrusts over comfortable humps.

The pleasure was racking up, against Butch's efforts. He wanted to try and get Coach to cum before him. Coach's request of a hands free orgasm was more a challenge for Butch. It made Butch work harder at pleasuring him and set objectives. At first the objectives had started off easy. His very first had simply been to lose his virginity, a goal Coach had set for him a few moments before he penetrated him for the first time. That was a night Butch would never forget.

"Hey, kid. Change it up." That was Coach's way of saying he wanted it different. Butch thought for a moment and then, right after pulling out, grabbed Coach's legs and swung them up and over his head. Coach flipped the rest of his body to match the new angle, lying flat on his back on the desk.

Butch looked down at his Coach, "You look really good on your back. Just so you know." He prodded Coach's ass, teasing him but refusing to penetrate just yet. Coach panted and pleaded, longing to be filled but also thankful for the momentary respite. Butch was a great fuck, but he was still fucking huge too, it hurt like hell sometimes.

After a bit of poking, Coach nodded to Butch, "Alright. Fuck me Bitch!" Butch loved it when Coach talked dirty. He growled out shoving his entire length in up to the hilt. As he pulled out he noticed a slight resistance at his base. Butch looked down at his crotch, knowing full well what delicious surprise he would find there. He smiled proudly at his masculinity. His engorged eleven inches was as solid as stone and his knot had started to form.

Coach propped himself up to see why his puppy had stopped and noticed, chuckling, just what the dingo was smirking at. "Yeah, that right. Get nice and hard for your Coach. I want you to tie me. Make me your bitch. Rut me hard and fast" Butch snarled his excitement and hammered into Coach without a moment to lose. Coach dropped back down on the desk, arching his back in pleasure, "Oh, God. Yeah, just like that. Bury that bone home. Get it in there deep."

Butch upped the tempo, his nuts smacking loudly against Coach's ass as he power fucked him. The dingo could feel himself getting close, his cock head ramming the bear's prostate. As they fucked, Coach suddenly roared, his cock spasming, throbbing in the tight condom. "Oh, fuck me. I'm close. Real... close... huff, just a bit ...more."

Butch's knot by this time had fully formed; it begged entrance to the ursine's needy ass, pleading to tie them together and complete their mating. Butch panted hard, pushing a little harder with every thrust, trying desperately to force the knot in. It wasn't an easy task as the pills Butch took had made his knot an impressive five inches in diameter. Coach's cock continued making irregular jumps as he scratched his sharp nails into the wood of his desk, adding another set to the already sizable amount gouged out of the surface. "Just get it in there. Tie me. Fill me to the brim. Please, I need you in me."

Butch's lust was sent over the edge by the submissive tones in the man's usually burly voice. In his heat, he shoved his cock in, his knot catching still on Coach's anal ring. Butch grabbed a firm hold on his Coach's legs and pulled the bear further onto his shaft. The bear roared in pain and pleasure as Butch's knot spread his muscles further apart but still not giving the release he sought. Coach reached back with his paws and grabbed the dog's ass cheeks, his claws biting into the skin, drawing small specs of blood, but neither cared. Both were oblivious to anything but the soul focus of their minds. Butch pulled on Coach's legs, Coach pulled on Butch's rump, the two uniting their efforts for one last shove.

Butch's massive knot finally spread Coach's rump wide enough to allow entry. Coach roared, louder than he had ever before, his prostate practically skewered on Butch cock. Butch made quick humping motions as he drained his nuts contents into Coach's bowels. Finally overcome with pleasure, Coach's dick gave one heaving throb and spurts of his heavy cum gushed into the empty condom, stretching it to its limits. After a minute of blessed release, Butch slumped over his Coach's belly, taking a moment to appreciate his afterglow.

Coach gasped as the final spurts of his spunk dribbled from his spent cock, mixing with the collective amount in the condom. He picked up his head and looked at Butch, huffing over top of him. Butch raised his head and returned the gaze. The two stared at each other for a long time, silently thanking each other, before Coach raised his hand to the side of Butch's muzzle, giving it a light pat. "You were amazing pup. I'm proud of you."

The bear pushed his paw against Butch's lower abdomen. Butch winced as his tender cock resisted exiting its comfortable, tight new home. After a minute the reduced knot slipped free of its confines. Coach sighed as the girth left his hole. The taut inflated condom around Butch's length sagged and hung from his cock heavily.

"Let's get these off. It's getting uncomfortable. Don't want to lose our loads on the floor either." Coach climbed off the desk, holding his bum painfully. He wobbled to the other side of the desk holding his full condom just to make sure it stayed on his limp dick. He pulled two mugs from behind his desk that he kept in the bottom drawer just for this purpose. He set one down in front of Butch and held the other below his groin. Butch picked the mug up and carefully positioned it in a similar fashion to Coach's. They each tugged their condoms off, letting the copious contents to dribble into their prospective mugs, eyeing the other in the process.

Once the mugs were full and they milked the last few drops out of their shafts, they swapped mugs with each other. Butch and Coach clinked the mugs together. "Bottoms up pup!" Coach brought the white ceramic mug up to his lips and began drinking down Butch's salty sweet liquid, enjoying the warm taste of his cum. Butch watched his Coach drink down his seed and then followed suit, tipping his mug up and lapping down the potent substance. Butch loved the taste of cum, or at least Coach's cum anyway. The only other person's cum he'd ever tasted was his own, just to see how he tasted, but he found that he much preferred Coach's. His was strong and masculine tasting, if you could describe taste with those words. It tasted amazing either way, warm and thick sliding down the back of his throat.

Butch looked back at Coach who had just set down his mug. The dingo couldn't help but laugh a little. Coach gave him a strange look asking, "What is it?"

Butch laughed a little more and stepped around the desk closer to the bear. "You have a little cum in your beard." Coach suddenly looked a little self conscious and went to wipe the spot away with his paw, but Butch stopped his paw with his own. "Wait, I've got it."

Butch leaned up towards the slightly taller man's face, maintaining constant eye contact with him. When Butch's muzzle was close enough, his tongue licked up the spunk from the side of his Coach's mouth. After he swallowed the drop down, he got daring and licked at the corner of Coach's mouth again.

Butch set his paws on the bear's shoulders, pulling him a little closer. It occurred to Butch that despite the numerous times that they had fucked, the two had never shared a kiss. Butch licked closer over Coach's mouth, looking for approval or some kind of reaction from Coach's eyes. At first the bear's eyes betrayed nothing, but as the tongue massaged over his lips, the look changed to one of enjoyment. His paws rose and snaked around Butch's waist, pulling the dog's nude body towards his own.

Butch didn't know what to do. The idea had seemed fun, but now he was nervous; he didn't know how to kiss. He'd never kissed anyone before. Coach recognized what was on the boy's mind. He took a little more incentive and leaned down into the dog's height range. He slowly drew nearer till their muzzles were firmly pressed together, dissipating the small amount of space that had remained. Coach waited to see if Butch would act, but the dingo just looked into his eyes for direction.

Coach tilted his head and turned the simple smooch into a real kiss. The pair got into it and Butch closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Coach's warm lips against his. He wrapped his arms around Coach's neck, furthering the contact between their bodies.

After a moment Coach parted his lips and his tongue slid out, pressing for entry at Butch's mouth. The dog let his lips open around the explorative tongue, granting it freedom to feel its way around his inner mouth. The bear wasn't forceful but took it slow, the two tongues finally meeting in the middle.

Butch murred into Coach's mouth, his tongue so distinct flavor-wise. It was warm and wet and tasted like nothing he had ever sampled before. He couldn't even label it but he was fully in love with it. The bear's tongue pushed further into Butch's mouth, roving over his teeth and wrestling with Butch's own tongue hotly. As they kissed Butch picked up two minor flavors on Coach's tongue. The first was obvious to Butch; his own cum still fresh on his taste buds. The second flavor puzzled Butch a moment until he remembered where he had recognized it. Coach had once poured rum over his cock while Butch sucked him off, forcing the young pup to drink the liquid pouring off his cock. Butch had actually enjoyed the new flavor, though Coach refused to let him drink any more of it.

Butch was notified that the bear was actually enjoying the kiss as much as he was by a low moan and a poking sensation against his stomach. The feeling of Coach's moaning into his mouth was amazing, the vibrations flowing into him and stirring his passion again. It was then that Butch became aware that he had boned up again. He hadn't even noticed, he was so enthralled with the kiss. Coach's dick throbbed again, pressing a little further into Butch's white belly.

Suddenly Coach's hands drifted lower, gripping Butch's bum and Butch found himself being lifted into the older man's arms, wincing as the tiny pin pricks from before stung at the pressure. Butch figured that Coach wanted to fuck him again since he was obviously horny, but he didn't care, he was too busy getting lost in the best first kiss of his life. Butch wrapped his legs around the bear's wide hips adjusting the position of his ass for easy access without even thinking about it.

Coach smiled around the kiss and groaned as the tip of his erection met with Butch's willing rump. He turned around and carefully lowered Butch onto his desk. Luckily, Coach had a very sturdy oak desk, or else it would not have been able to keep up with this kind of abuse.

Coach broke the kiss slowly and reluctantly. He stared lovingly and caringly into Butch's bright blue eyes. The dog's tail was wagging slowly between Coach's legs, the soft fur tickling his nuts.

"That was incredible. I've never had a kiss before." Coach grinned at his puppy as he looked deep into those bright eyes, his own twinkling as they grew watery. The look in his eyes scared Butch. The dingo thought something was wrong or that Coach was hurt or something. Panic set into his mind. He'd never seen his Coach cry, and now he was sure he never really wanted to. "Is something wrong Coach," he asked, worry in his voice.

Coach just shook his head thoughtfully, shushing Butch with a finger. "Shh. Hush now pup." Coach leaned down over Butch, his hot breath wafting over Butch's face. "I'm fine. I'm just sorry is all. This whole time, I've been using you for sex, always for my own pleasure. It just occurred to me that I've been leaving out a very important part of a sexual relationship." Coach leaned up right next to Butch's ear, his beard brushing up against the sensitive hairs on the boy's ear. "I love you."

Butch sucked air into his lungs, his mind racing but at a complete loss of words. "Coach-".

"No, not right now. Right now I'm not your coach. Richard. That's who I am right now. Just Richard"

Butch's eyes turned blurry and filled with tears in a heartbeat. One quick instantaneous welling of intense emotion. A single teardrop rolled out his eye, streaming down the side of his face. "Richard," he muttered, feeling the name in his mouth, yet another interesting and new flavor. The bear had never exposed himself in such an intimate manner before. His first name was like an exotic fruit on Butch's tongue.

"Butch? Do you... want to mate with me? Not just sex... but... actual love mating." Butch was shocked. Coach had never asked if he wanted to have sex; now he wasn't just asking for sex, but love. It was all too much for him. He had never seen a choice in the matter, not that he would have said no.

The first time they had had intercourse had just been a chance encounter. It wasn't planned, there were no questions asked. It had been so simple, just mutual sex. With a tangible question and the presence of a choice, Butch didn't know how to proceed. He could feel Richard's hard throbbing masculinity right at the edge of his anus, the heat radiating off of him. In fact, the bear's entire body was warm, his fur soft was inviting while his muscles rippled beneath the surface, bulging and impressive.

Butch couldn't deny he wanted Coach to fuck him. The feeling of being filled by the bear's hard shaft was exhilarating and pleasing. But before it had always just been sex, all about the pleasure. Simple lust. Love? Butch didn't know what to do with love. He'd never experienced it before; or at least, he didn't think he had anyway. Now he wasn't sure. Before he thought he loved him, but now he realized it was respect -and lust -that he felt for the older man.

"Butch?" Butch snapped out of his trance. It occurred to him he still hadn't answered the man. It seemed like such an easy question, but the implications were just too much for Butch. He could easily just say yes and have sex with Richard, but to do so felt dishonest and unfair to Richard. Butch just couldn't do that to Richard, couldn't use him and risk hurting him like that. Richard's proposition felt so much more special than their usual flings. Butch longed to feel that kind of connection but he just wasn't ready. He needed time to think. Butch just couldn't do this.

"No." Butch hated to say it; especially since he could sense that Richard was hoping against it with every fiber of his body. He could feel the older male tense up over top of him. It tore Butch's heart to say it, knowing it tore Richard's heart too. Someone he had shared so much with, owed so much to, but the boy couldn't say he loved him.

Richard nodded over Butch's shoulder, his body noticeably starting to tremble. He leaned up and gave Butch a kiss on the forehead, then pushed off the desk. Richard wobbled over behind his desk and collected his clothes. Butch climbed off the desk and watched silently as Richard morosely pulled his jockstrap up over his needy hardon. Butch felt wrong to leave Coach unsatisfied; but he had said it himself, he wasn't Coach right now, he was just Richard and he had set an objective that Butch didn't know how to reach.

As Richard pulled his jeans up over his intimate areas he muttered, "I'm sorry I failed you. I taught you sex but forgot to teach you to love as well."

Butch shook his head, desperate to raise Richard's spirits out of the slums. "Don't be silly. You can't teach someone how to love. It's just something you find." Butch caught his breath as sudden realization dawned on him. This whole time Butch had thought that Coach was teaching him how to love. Now as he spoke the universal truth, he realized that his sexual relationship with Coach had been just that. A sexual relationship.

Butch kind of knew it from the beginning but hadn't wanted to admit it. Richard paused as he was doing up a button, "No... I suppose you can't teach love. It's just something you have to find for yourself." They looked at each other; Richard with a sad look of hurt in his eyes, Butch with a look of uncertainty. The pain that Richard felt at Butch's rejection was more real than he had thought it would be. With that kiss, Richard had seen just how much he felt for Butch. It had never just been about sex; Richard had always liked Butch, but he had mistaken his feelings for cold hard lust. Now he knew it was much more than just lust and he didn't know how to cope with Butch's answer.

"I suppose... I should go shower and go home." Butch grabbed his own clothes off the floor and hugged the bundle at his chest.

"Yes. I suppose you better had." Richard continued to button his shirt, closing the material over his muscular chest, the soft brown fur disappearing behind the tight white striped fabric. Butch sighed sadly, knowing that they most likely wouldn't be meeting again like this for a while, if at all.

Butch left the office room, clothes in paw. His thoughts were running wild, racing through all his past memories of Coach. It just seemed all wrong, the way things had turned out. He felt it must have been his fault. If only he hadn't kissed him. If Butch had never opened the door with that kiss, Coach would be happily and loudly plowing his ass right now, grunting his pleasure out for all to hear. It only furthered Butch's depression as he thought about this and by the time he had stashed his clothes and was standing in the locker room shower, he was crying in shame. He'd messed up horribly and had destroyed everything with a kiss that he thought was harmless.

In a daze, Butch washed himself, using a special shampoo that he and Coach had discovered worked wonders for removing bodily scents and replacing the heady aromas of male musk with a scent of cleanliness and vanilla. As he lathered the shampoo into his fur he started to remember the first night that they had showered together, massaging each other's backs and coating the other thoroughly with the bottles contents. The memory brought more stinging tears to his eyes. He couldn't pin point why the memory filled him with such misery and sadness, but he guessed that it was the fact that he and Coach wouldn't be making any more memories like that together.

Wiping the tears from his cheeks, he stepped under the warm water, letting the jetting liquid grab the white foamy lather and wash it away. He turned the handle and grabbed his towel, drying off as he left the shower. As he passed by the office window, he peaked in, seeing the large brown bear sitting in his chair, his faced buried in his folded arms on his desk, shoulders visibly shaking as he cried aloud. It tore Butch to see the strong man, always so in control and sure of himself, so freely crying. He longed to make him happy again, but he didn't know how. Instead he passed by, his ears pressed against his skull in guilt.

He had caused this. This was his entire fault. He quickly threw on his clothes and ran from the locker room, grabbing his stuff on the way out. His parents would want him home soon. He pulled his keys out of his pocket as he exited the school, the heavy doors magnetically locking behind him. Butch sprinted across the parking lot to his car. He drove a blue PT Cruiser. He loved his car and took great care of it.

Could that be considered love? Certainly he cared about its good repair. But it was just a car, an inanimate object. Love of an object wasn't the same, nowhere near the same, as love for a person. He entered his car and drove off toward home. Tomorrow was another day, and Butch had to pack his bags to spend winter break with Mr. Fenton. All of a sudden though, Butch didn't seem quite as thrilled at the event as he once had. In fact, nothing seemed to hold the same luster as before. The world seemed quiet, the colors muted and dull, time flowing in slow motion. Nothing felt real. It could possibly be blamed on the slowly diminished light, or the silence created by his car, no music running, the smooth engine humming as softly as a bird. But to Butch, the feeling was the product of his betrayal and nothing could fill the empty feeling he was suddenly experiencing.

After Words: Hello again. Hoped you liked the first Chapter of Nothing But Love. This actually started off as nothing but a giant sex scene, but, you know how characters are, they just begged for their story to be told and their inner characters to be revealed. Took me a bit longer to write but I actually finished it about a week ago. It just took a little to type it up, plus I haven't exactly had the time post it. Been real busy what with college and such. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to hit the magic button if you... you know. Also don't forget to comment. I'd really really really like to hear what you thought, plus constructive criticism is always welcome. Even if you were thinking in your head, "Holy cow, this is the most amazing porno ever written," there must be something you thought could have been better. If not, then say that instead. There's nothing wrong with saying, "Hey, you're an awesome writer," either.

Thanks for reading and I'll hopefully see you again in the next installment of either this series or my other series Paternal Intimacy (which is as of yet, still kind of cleanish...)(but a good read none the less.)