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Warning: This story will contain male/male sexual acts. If this disturbs you, please look for a different story. All characters in this story are copyrighted to Mr. Yiffster (That's me!).

This is my first (ever) attempt at writing anything. I've never written a poem, article or short story before this, so my apologies if it isn't the greatest. Comments are always welcome and encouraged. Enjoy!

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"Alright people, let's wrap it up for the night. We'll finish acts three and four on the weekend." With that, the cast of the new University musical, Woodfern Way, began to disperse, their rehearsal finished for the day. Elliot, a tall, broad shouldered skunk, waved his goodbyes to his fellow actors and left the theater, content with the progress they had made. Elliot was the protagonist of the production, a dashing young man from the 19th Century who suffers a series of misfortunes, and was considered to be one of the finer actors in the production. He had been involved with theater for many years, captivating audiences with his creamy voice, powerful singing and a pair of ice-blue eyes that mesmerized those who watched. He stepped out into the chilly March night and began a brisk walk to the film archives on campus. He went over his lines, both spoken and sung, as he shuffled through the thin layer of snow on the ground until he reached his destination. He stepped up to the archive librarian, a weary looking cheetah in her middle fourties, and asked if he could view a copy of Rear Window.

"Sorry, somebody already signed it out." she replied, flipping a page of her magazine.

"Don't you have another copy? I have to write an analysis on the feminist aspects of that movie and relate it to contemporary feminist movies." Elliot replied, leaning forward slightly, trying to make his plight of more concern to her.

"Mmm-hmm. We only carry one copy of each movie that we have, but that young guy over there," she said, pointing past Elliot to another student who was huddled in a cubical, watching a movie on a tiny screen, "He has the movie you're looking for. He's not taking any notes so I doubt it's for an assignment. You should ask him."

"Thank you, I will." Elliot turned away from the woman and strode toward the young man in the cubical. From behind, Elliot could tell he was a canine of sorts, his fur short and sandy. A Dingo, perhaps.

Elliot stepped up beside the young man and tapped him on the shoulder. The young man started and looked up fearfully at Elliot for a moment. "Jesus Christ, mate! You scared the bajeezes out of me!" The Dingo said, speaking with a soft Australia accent. He pulled the headphones off of his ears and asked "What can I do for you?"

Elliot apologized for startling the Dingo and explained his situation. "I hate to bug you like this, but I have an essay about this movie due in a week and tonight is the only night I can watch it. I was hoping that I could actually snag it from you, since it doesn't look like you're taking any notes."

"Geez, I'd love to, but just because I don't have a piece of paper doesn't mean I'm not taking notes. I've got an assignment on this movie too, but it's not do for another month now. I like to get an early start on my essays or I never get them done!" The Dingo said, cracking a smile and sliding his chair over. "You're welcome to watch it with me, if you'd like. I just started it and it wouldn't be too much of a bother to start again."

Elliot cursed mentally. He had hoped that the student was just watching it for entertainment. Still, he considered the offer. "I don't know, it's a little cramped for two people. I'd take up a lot of room writing notes."

"We can take it back to my dorm room, then. It's not huge, but it's bigger than this cubicle." The Dingo offered, the image on the screen fluctuating in its paused state.

"Really?" Elliot said, his face brightening. Somebody in a different cubicle shushed him, so he lowered his voice. "We can go back to my place, if you'd like. I rent out a house with a couple of my buddies, so there is a lot more room."

"Sure," the Dingo replied, ejecting the movie from the VCR. "Just let me sign this out and we'll be on our way." The Dingo, still nameless to Elliot, went to the archive librarian and signed the video out. Once this was done the pair left the archive and introduced themselves.

"I'm Elliot, and you are officially my saviour." The Skunk said, extending a large hand.

The Dingo smiled in response to this and gripped Elliot's hand. "I'm Sebastian. Let's get this show on the road, it's only a one day loan."

With introductions out of the way, Elliot lead Sebastian to his car and they shared a short, silent ride to Elliot's rented home. Without preamble, they began the movie. Every ten minutes or so they paused the movie and jotted notes down furiously. They worked quickly and efficiently, each of them respecting the others wishes to pause or rewind certain sequences. Through this cooperation they were able to finish the screening faster than either of them had expected. When Elliot looked at the time, it was nearly three thirty in the morning. He ejected the tape from the VCR and handed it back to Sebastian. "Thank you for doing this for me. My rehearsals have eaten up so much of my time that I'm falling behind in school. You really saved my butt."

Sebastian smiled and placed the movie in his backpack. "My pleasure. Hopefully I'll see you again on campus sometime," he said as he swung the backpack over his shoulder. His eyes lingered over Elliot's physique for a moment before he turned away, opening the door to the cold March air.

"Hey, wait up a minute," Elliot said as he grabbed his keys from the counter beside the front door. "Let me give you a ride home. It's really the least I can do."

"Nah, don't worry about it. It's late. You should probably get some sleep."

Elliot smiled and, with a slight roll of his eyes, said "I have class in four and a half hours so I might as well stay up."

Sebastian rolled his eyes in return, a smile spreading on his lips. "I know the feeling, believe me. I have class at nine. It probably won't be worth it to sleep."

"In that case, let me buy you a cup of coffee. I know a place that is open twenty four hours," Elliot offered. Sebastian agreed, but insisted that he pay his own way.

The pair drove to a small café style joint where students usually came to study. They ordered their drinks and sat in a vinyl backed booth. Conversation bloomed, starting first with the woes and troubles of school. Sebastian revealed that he was majoring in Journalism, with a minor in English. Elliot was majoring in Musical Theater with a minor in Film. "That's why I had to do this stupid essay," Elliot said with a chuckle.

"Wait a minute, you're majoring in musical theater?" Sebastian asked, an amused smile spreading across his lips.

Elliot's smile quickly faded away at this question. Every time he told somebody about his major he got the same response, usually a laugh and a friendly insult. While others toiled away at engineering or law, Elliot was 'wasting his time' with musical theater. "Yeah, why?" he asked with slight reserve.

Sensing that he had somehow insulted his new friend, Sebastian raised his hands and said "No, no don't get offended! I think it's great. I love the arts, especially theater!"

"Really? You know, you're the first person who has ever said that!" Elliot replied with some surprise. Conversation fell to their shared love of arts, although Sebastian admitted that he was terrible when it came to actually creating art in its various forms. For some strange reason, Elliot felt and instant rapport with Sebastian and conversation soon fell into more personal realms - mostly family background and significant others. Elliot admitted that he recently broke up with his girlfriend and playfully asked if Sebastian was seeing anybody. Sebastian sheepishly, Elliot noticed, replied that no, he wasn't seeing anybody.

There was a slight ringing as the bell at the front door of the café dangled, alerting the cashier to a new customer. Elliot took the moment to look at his watch. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. He looked up at Sebastian, turning his wrist towards the Dingo. "Do you know that we've been talking for four hours? I've got to get to class!" Elliot stood and collected his things before turning back to Sebastian. "You know, you should really come and see one of my plays. I think you might enjoy it," he offered, the look in his eyes revealing that it was more than a simple suggestion. "Opening night is next Saturday."

"Yeah, sure thing." Sebastian replied. "I'd love to."

Elliot thanked Sebastian again for helping him then turned and walked out of the café, leaving the Dingo behind to watch with a certain amount of lust as his new friend retreated.

***

Sebastian leaned back into the vinyl booth and looked up at the ceiling, a coy smile on his face. He had never felt so much instant attraction to a complete stranger before in his life. From the moment he saw him, Sebastian had found the Skunk alluring. He had an athletic body, like his own, but unlike his own trim, lithe shape, Elliot was more muscular and broad. It didn't look like he visited the gym regularly, rather it looked like he had good genes. Sebastian closed his eyes and pictured Elliot's handsome face, broad and gentle, with a pair amazing ice blue eyes that had becharmed him. 'It really is too bad that he's straight,' Sebastian thought as the café bell rang again, announcing the arrival of a fresh stream of students.

~~~

The rest of the week passed by rather uneventfully for Sebastian. He went to his classes and did all of his assigned readings. He mingled with friends and played video games. Monday came and Sebastian picked up a copy of the school paper and mindlessly flipped through until he arrived at the 'arts' section. There, in full costume and in full character, was Elliot. Sebastian's heartbeat increased slightly as he recalled his encounter with the Skunk earlier that week. He had thought the Skunk both kind and attractive, but had largely forgotten about Elliot until he came across his picture in the newspaper. He read the article with great interest. There was no interview with Elliot, but the play was awarded three out of four stars. Sebastian read the show times and noted that the next one was that night. He vowed that he would see it. The plot sounded intriguing but, if he was honest with himself, he just wanted to see Elliot again.

Night came and Sebastian found himself sitting between an older lady who smelled like she hadn't showered in days and a young man who seemed more interested in his girlfriend than he did the play. As the lights dimmed, Sebastian couldn't help but notice that the theater was only three quarters of the way full. The curtains parted and the play began. Scenes came and went, characters sang and danced, plot was developed and revealed but Sebastian had yet to see Elliot. Then the stage grew dark and a spotlight focused on the left edge of the stage. From there, Elliot gracefully stepped into the spotlight and sang his first lines in the play. Sebastian stared at and listened to the Skunk with awe, his creamy, powerful voice filling the room.

From that moment on, the play became obsolete to Sebastian. He lost track of the plot and which character was which, his gaze steadily fixated on Elliot. There was something about the actor that absolutely captivated Sebastian. Where the other performers were adequate singers and average actors, Elliot's talent far out shadowed them all. Sebastian couldn't help but notice how every emotion that Elliot's character, Oliver, felt oozed from the Skunks body, particularly his eyes. His movements across the stage were graceful, the delivery of his lines were subtle yet powerful, and his ability to emote and fully take on his character completely captivated Sebastian. The play ended sooner than he had wished, although he mentally admitted it could go on for hours more without a qualm from him. The cast lined up across the stage and bowed, the audience rising and giving their applause. Sebastian, however, remained seated. It wasn't that he didn't find the play worthwhile, he just didn't want Elliot to see him. The curtain closed and the audience filed out of the theater and into the chilly March night. As Sebastian walked home through the wispy, windblown snow, he couldn't help but acknowledged that he was getting a small crush on the Skunk.

~~~

The next morning, Sebastian flipped through his old copy of the school newspaper and turned to the article featuring Elliot. He jotted down all of the show times in the next week and cut out the large photograph. Sebastian knew it was rather childish to be cutting out pictures of somebody he barely knew, but he didn't really care. He placed the picture in the drawer next to his bed and went about his day.

Sebastian attended the play four more times, each time noticing that the theater was getting more and more crowded, and each time being completely and utterly tranced by Elliot's performance. At one point in the play, where Elliot's character passionately kisses a female counterpart, Sebastian was embarrassed to notice that his jeans suddenly felt a little tighter. He pulled his jacket over his lap to cover up the soft erection he grew as he watched Elliot's tongue snake in and out of his acting partner. Even though he had now seed the play five times, Sebastian still couldn't explain the plot.

Several days later, Sebastian noted another article in the school newspaper about Woodfern Way, this time featuring Elliot as 'The Shining Star Of The Production'. Much to his disappointment, a picture did not accompany the article. He sat at one of the cafeteria tables and read the interview with Elliot, imagining his voice as he read what he had said. Then, to his surprise, his mental recreation of Elliot's voice was replaced by the real thing.

"Hey. It's Christian, right?"

Sebastian looked away from the article and came face to face with the man who had enchanted him for over a week now. Elliot was smiling warmly down at him as Sebastian struggled to find words. "It's.." he squeaked out. He took a moment to clear his throat before continuing. "It's Sebastian."

"Sebastian! Right, sorry about that. You're the one who saved my ass that one night," Elliot said, sitting down without and invitation. "I got an eighty-five on that essay, thanks to you."

"Oh.. Oh yeah, it was no problem. Congrats." Sebastian said awkwardly. He mentally kicked himself for being so childish and flustered. He immediately relaxed himself and showed Elliot the article in the newspaper. "So, you're the Shining Star, eh?" Sebastian said playfully, pointing to the headline.

Elliot shrugged modestly. "Nah, it's a group effort. Everybody put a lot of hard work into the play. It's a little unfair to point one person out."

"It's only unfair if it's not true, mate. You really did outshine everybody on that stage."

Elliot's face brightened considerably and he leaned forward a little. "So you saw it? What did you think?"

"I thought the play was fantastic!" Sebastian lied. He thought Elliot was fantastic. He carefully considered what he was about to say for a moment or two before taking the plunge. "Hey, I have class in a couple minutes, but maybe we could catch up later and grab some coffee and talk about it. I was thinking about writing for the school paper and I'd love to write a behind the scenes piece on how the play was made." Sebastian all but held his breath as he waited for the reply.

"Sure, absolutely." Elliot replied with a warm smile. "How about the Quotes Café at seven thirty?"

"That works for me." Sebastian said as he gathered his things and stood up. "I'll see you there at seven thirty". With that, Sebastian walked away from the Skunk, his feet light and his heart beating a little faster. 'Stop being such a fool, Sebastian,' he chided himself, 'it's not like you're going on a date. You're just going to talk about the play'. Still, he couldn't help but feel nervous whenever he thought about the meeting later that night.

***

As seven thirty approached, Elliot sat at the same vinyl booth they had sat in last time and prepared what he would say to some of the questions Sebastian might ask. He remembered the Dingo with a certain fondness. He recalled how odd it felt to have such a sudden rapport with another person. It was as if they had been friends for ages as they talked to each other that night. It was with a certain level of excitement, then, when Elliot spotted Sebastian enter the café and scan the room.

"Hey, Sebastian!" Elliot said, waving from his booth. The Dingo spotted him and walked over, looking a little nervous. Much to his amusement, Sebastian pulled a fedora from his backpack and placed it between his ears, a little slip of paper hanging from the bad than read 'PRESS'. Elliot let out a dry laugh and jibed "So what, are you working for the New York Times now?"

"I just thought I would set the mood" Sebastian joked back, pulling a pen and a pad of paper out of his backpack.

Somewhat to Elliot's disappointment, Sebastian remained very professional as he asked him questions about the production of the play. He answered to the best of his ability, although Sebastian's style of interviewing made his answers rather dry. Then, much to his relief, Sebastian put his pen down, looked Elliot in the eyes and asked "So, does the on stage romance of Woodfern Way transfer over into your personal life? That is, are you dating anybody? The girls of the University want to know if you're the next 'most eligible bachelor'!"

Elliot couldn't help but notice the playfulness that grew in Sebastian's eyes as he asked the question. He answered with an equally playful attitude that no, he wasn't seeing anybody. The rest of the interview went by easily as both parties began to relax. Sebastian asked probing questions and Elliot answered to the best of his ability. Eventually, Sebastian took off his hat, a sign that the interview was over. Elliot leaned back against the vinyl and said "I've been interviewed by people before, but I have to say that yours was the easiest. I'm sure they'll let you on the newspaper staff". Sebastian acknowledged this with a thanks and Elliot moved on from professionals working to friends catching up. "So, how has school been treating you?"

"Like crap. I'm on a daily routine of four cups of coffee a day just to stay awake"

They fell into an easy conversation, taking turns swapping storied about their past. Elliot talked about his roots in Connecticut while Sebastian told Elliot about his life in Australia before he came to the United States. As the sun began to set, they moved on to talk about personal hurts and childhood dreams. Elliot was once again shocked at how easily he could talk to this man. It was like he could bear his soul without the fear of being judged. He could tell by the relaxed yet attentive way that Sebastian sat that he felt the same way.

"You know, you're a really good listener. And I don't mean journalistically. My ex-girlfriend never really listened to what I had to say. She always wanted to talk about make-up, models and alcohol." Sebastian nodded attentively and Elliot had to ask. "You're always trying to avoid the subject about having a girlfriend. When was the last time you had one?"

"I never really had a girlfriend. Well, that's not true. I had one but after we broke up I realized something." Sebastian said, still looking completely at ease. "She was nice and all but, I don't know, I guess I was always attracted to boys." With a sharp intake of breath, Elliot noted that Sebastian's posture stiffened and his eyes widened.

***

'Idiot!' Sebastian scolded himself, feeling his entire body stiffen. 'Why the hell did you say that!'. Sebastian had always been accepting of his sexuality, but he didn't like to flaunt it for all to see. Elliot just made him feel so at ease that the words spilled from his mouth before he had a chance to stop himself. He looked frightfully across at Elliot, waiting for his response, his heart knocking in his chest.

"Ah." was all that Elliot said, an uncomfortable look on his face. There was silence for a few moments before Elliot changed the subject. "So.. I hear the weather is going to get better soon".

Sebastian nearly doubled over with dejection. The change in subject was like a steak through his heart. They had opened up their souls to each other and now, after he admitted his sexuality, all Elliot could talk about was the weather. With his gaze fixed down at the table, Sebastian slid out of the booth. "I should probably go.." he said, gathering his things.

"Aw, C'mon, man. You don't have to go." Elliot said, although something in his voice didn't sound sincere to Sebastian.

"No, I really should. I, uh.. I promised my mom that I would call her tonight. Thanks for letting me interview you. See you around." Sebastian said and quickly fled the café before Elliot could stop him. Even the cold March night couldn't cool the burning sensation he felt on his face as he shuffled his way home shamefully.

~~~

When he arrived back at his dorm he went straight to his room and flopped onto his bed. He pulled out the photograph of Elliot that he had cut out earlier from the drawer beside his bed and looked at it for a while. He found that he couldn't even look at the picture without his face burning with shame. He put the picture back and drifted off into a restless sleep.

~~~

Sebastian awoke to a soft tapping on his bedroom door and the sound of his roommates voice. "Sebastian, you up? There's somebody here to see you."

Sebastian moaned and rolled over to note the time. It was only an hour since he fell asleep. To be honest, he really didn't want to get up and see whoever it was, but it would be rude not to. "Who is it?" he asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

"I don't know, some Skunk dude. He said he needed to talk to you about something".

Sebastian's body stiffened. He threw his head back and stared at the ceiling, dreading the upcoming awkwardness. He padded to his bedroom door and opened it, stepping out into the main living quarters. It took him a moment, but he looked at the front door, dreading what he would see.

Instead of the rejection and scorn that he had expected, Elliot looked concerned and non-judgmental. "You okay, pal? You just kind of ran out of there like the place was on fire," Elliot said, forcing a smirk to his face. Sebastian remained silent and Elliot was forced to broach the subject. "Look, I'm sorry about the way I reacted back there. I just didn't know how to respond to that. I mean, you don't act like you're gay at all. You could have fooled anybody into believing you were straight," Elliot said. He paused for a moment before continuing. "What I'm trying to say is that I don't care if you're gay or not, Sebastian. You're still a friend to me."

Sebastian's heart gave a little leap of hope as he heard those words come from Elliot's mouth. He had expected utter resentment and disgust, but he was presented with an apology and offer to remain friends. Sebastian, in turn, apologized for his own reaction. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have just ran off like that. I just thought that you might hate me or something. It's stupid, because I think I know you better than that. Sorry."

Elliot's face lit up with a legitimate smile. "Nah, don't apologize. I was an ass. How about we grab coffee again this week, just to show there are no hard feelings. How about Thursday?"

"Sure. Thursday. Sounds great. Same place?"

"Same place." Elliot confirmed. They exchanged goodbyes and Sebastian went back to his room and flopped on his bed again, but this time he felt lighter, a huge burden being lifted from his spirit.

***

Elliot left Sebastian's dorm room feeling better for apologizing. Elliot has never held anything against homosexuals, he was just taken aback by the news. As he drove home, Elliot found his thoughts filled with images and Sebastian. He didn't make much of this, attributing it to the fact that he had just saw his friend. It was only natural for Sebastian to be on his mind. Despite his being gay, Elliot still felt a strong connection with Sebastian. What he said before was true, he felt like he could say or do anything around the Dingo without being judged. He was glad that their friendship was no longer in jeopardy.

When he arrived home, Elliot went to his bedroom and locked the door, stripping himself of his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his boxer briefs. He mounted his bed and laid flat on his back, one hand drifting down his stomach, playing with the fur for a moment before moving on to his groin. He closed his eyes as he ran his hand over his covered sheath. He could feel it begin to swell at the stimulation. He continued to rub his growing sheath, back and forth and in circular motions until he could feel his pink tip poking out of it's home. At that point he slid his underwear off and lay naked, directly fondling his member, slowly coaxing it out. He took a moment to reach into a drawer on his bedside night stand and remove a small bottle of lubricant from it. He poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand and continued to coax his growing cock out of his white sheath. Once he acquired a full erection, Elliot began to form images in his mind of his old girlfriend. She was a bitch, but he had to admit she was a good fuck. He stroked up and down his shaft, occasionally teasing his head, imagining her face, her breasts, her stomach and her loins. He imagined himself pressing his cock into her warm vagina as his stroking became faster and more erratic. Then, to his utter surprise, and image of Sebastian popped into his mind. The Dingo's green eyes, which contrasted his tanned fur perfectly, were seductive and suggestive. Elliot opened his eyes and the image instantly disappeared. He shook his head slightly and closed his eyes again, the images of his old girlfriend returning to him. Within ten minutes Elliot had successfully had an orgasm to images of fucking his girlfriend. Even though his body felt euphoric for a moment, his mind was troubled. Why did Sebastian suddenly pop into his mind?

~~~

Over the next few days, Elliot found his thoughts increasingly filled with images of Sebastian. They were never lustful or sexual in any way, mostly images of him smiling, laughing or being silly. He found himself distracted at rehearsal, much to the concern of his fellow actors, but the images of Sebastian smiling brought a smile to his own face.

***

Thursday. It was seven fourty five and Sebastian began to worry that Elliot wouldn't show up. Maybe he changed his mind after all. Maybe Elliot had seen just how attracted Sebastian was to him and decided not to show. He couldn't really blame him. 'This was a stupid idea,' he thought as the clock continued to tick. He was about to leave when he heard the bell at the front door ring and saw Elliot enter, shaking the snow out of his headfur.

"Sorry I'm late. Rehearsal took a little longer than I thought," he apologized, sitting across from Sebastian.

"Ah, was that annoying girl forgetting her lines again? Don't you people have auditions? Why would you cast her if she sucks?" Sebastian asked playfully, trying to keep the mood light.

"Actually, It was me who kept screwing their lines," Elliot admitted.

"What? But you've done the play, like, ten times now and you've never forgotten them!" Sebastian said. He wouldn't admit it, but he could confirm what he said, having attended Woodfern Way multiple times now. Elliot was always flawless in his delivery.

"I know. I guess I've just been a little distracted lately."

Sebastian's face lit up and a coy little smile spread across his lips. "Is it a girl?"

Elliot refused to meet Sebastian's gaze as he replied. "Nah. It's just.. school."

Sebastian knew that the Skunk was lying, and smiled slyly to show it, but he didn't press any further. If Elliot had found a new girlfriend, then Sebastian should be happy for him. He was happy for him. Sebastian would have been a lot happier if he knew that it was Sebastian himself who was distracting Elliot. Instead of probing for more information, Sebastian offered to help Elliot with his lines.

"I thought you said you couldn't act," Elliot replied, the slight awkwardness he felt vanishing.

Sebastian shrugged. "It's just rehearsal."

***

As Elliot drove themselves back to his rented house, he explained to Sebastian that his roommates were at a keg party out of town and probably wouldn't be back for the next week or so, but that they were very protective of their things. Sebastian agreed not to touch anything. When they arrived, Elliot offered Sebastian something to drink, but the Dingo politely declined. Elliot, however, continued to look at the Dingo as if he didn't hear is answer. Sebastian grinned and asked "Why are you staring like that? Do I have something on my face?"

Elliot chuckled and shook his head. "No, sorry. I guess I just spaced or something." Now came the difficult part for Elliot. The scene that he continued to mess up was the one where he and his female counterpart shared a kiss. Every time they would get close, Elliot would have a vision of Sebastian and would promptly forget what to do. He set up the scene in the living room of his home and handed Sebastian a script, explaining the scene they needed to go over. "But...you know, we'll have to skip the part at the end... where they kiss, and stuff."

***

Oh, what he would give to kiss him! But Sebastian promised himself that he would stop before things got too heated. He just won this friendship back and he didn't want to ruin it again. Elliot explained that the first few times they would do nothing but read the lines. After the lines were memorized, they would add actions, like arm gestures and facial expressions. Once that was perfected, they would move their bodies and fully act the scene.

They began the scene and Elliot read his lines without trouble, relying on the script very little.

Sebastian, true to his words, was not that great of an actor. He found himself delivering a particularly romantic line rather flatly, eliciting a chuckle from Elliot.

"You have to feel the words, as if they applied to you. Try to think of a time when you felt what you are reading," Elliot advised, "or if you've never felt it, try to think of what it would feel like, if it were to happen."

Sebastian acknowledged this advice and they started the scene again. Sebastian tried to deliver his lines with more passion, but still felt like he was embarrassing himself, rather than helping Elliot practice. As they continued the romantic dialogue, Elliot commended Sebastian on his progress. "It's a valiant effort, you're still a diamond in the rough, my friend."

Before long, the duo had graduated from simple line reading and began to incorporate facial expressions and arm gestures. As they continued to rehearse the scene, the lines became memorized and the scripts became obsolete.

Now that they had incorporated facial expressions and small gestures, Sebastian noticed a big change in the way that Elliot was delivering his lines. They just weren't words on a page anymore. His dialogue was coming alive as he began to emote what his character was supposed to be feeling. Like the advice he had received earlier, it was as if Elliot had felt these feelings before, as if they were coming from his soul, rather than a script. Sebastian tried to mimic the passion he saw in Elliot and, to his surprise, found that he didn't need to act at all. The romantic lines that spilled from his lips suddenly had more meaning to him. He found himself enveloped in the scene, reading the romantic lines as if they were his own. After a particularly successful rendition, Elliot gave Sebastian high praise for his work and jokingly said "You said you couldn't act!".

"I really can't. I guess I'm just getting lucky," Sebastian said

"That's not getting lucky, that's good acting,' Elliot replied, refusing to let the Dingo be modest.

Before long they had moved onto the third stage, incorporating movements to the dialogue and gestures. At first Sebastian stood in one place as Elliot moved about, unsure about how to move with the scene. Sebastian couldn't help but stare in a less than polite manner as Elliot gracefully moved about, meshing the dialogue and expressions perfectly as he did so. Elliot never seemed to have an awkward moment or seem lost in the scene. As the end of the scene came closer and closer, Sebastian began to feel a little anxious, knowing how it was supposed to end. They were to share a passionate kiss. To both Sebastian's relief and dismay, Elliot never stood closer than five feet away from Sebastian whenever the scene ended. Despite the lackluster ending, for he would have loved to have been kissed, Sebastian couldn't help but feel absolutely enthralled. He was beginning to see in Elliot what he had seen on the stage. The same feelings came rushing back to him like a rush of warm wind, but this time those feeling of captivation and wonderment were more intense. He was actually part of the scene, rather than a passive viewer. Elliot was addressing him directly as he read those romantic lines and looked at him with all the passion his character felt.

As they rehearsed the scene one last time, Sebastian coudn't help but throw all of himself into the performance. Much to Elliot's obvious surprise, Sebastian not only read the lines, but he incorporated the facial expressions and moved around the scene. Sebastian, however, was not acting. Sebastian's heart began to knock against his ribcage as they duo exchanged the romantic words. Whenever he made eye contact with Elliot, he couldn't help but feel an incredible lust for this man. Elliot's soul was gentle and kind, artistic with a quiet confidence that never exceeded into arrogance. He was caring, yet masculine. To top it all off, Elliot had a body that he would ride any day of the week. The seductive look in Elliot's eyes as he read his lines were enough to make Sebastian's heart melt. More than anything, Sebastian wanted to throw Elliot to the ground and yiff for hours, but he knew that this was impossible. Not only would it be completely inappropriate and ruin their friendship, Elliot wasn't gay.

The duo danced around the scene, Sebastian getting more and more into character and Elliot feeding off of the energy Sebastian was giving. Sebastian's pulse beat loudly in his ears as they moved closer together, their respective characters nearing the end of the scene and the kiss that he wanted so badly. To his surprise, Elliot did not keep his distance as the scene came to a close. He stepped closer and closer, his character becoming more and more passionate until he was so close that their chests touched slightly, just as the script had asked for. The scent of Elliot's musk made Sebastian's head swim with desire.

"I've been in love with you since the day we met, Charlotte" Elliot professed, taking Sebastian's hands gingerly. Even though Elliot was clearly in character, Sebastian felt a rush of warmth through his body as their skins touched. He looked up into Elliot's eyes. They were so convincing, so full of love that Sebastian's heart ached. "I want to share my life with you. I want to age gracefully with you by my side." Elliot continued, rubbing his thumbs over the back of Sebastian's hands.

What the script demanded was for Sebastian's character to say 'Oh, Oliver, I feel the same way!', but what the script demanded and what Sebastian actually did were different. Going against every screaming thread of reason he had, Sebastian raised a hand and placed it on the Skunk's cheek. He looked deeply into those blue eyes that had captivated him for weeks now and drowned in the emotions that they held. Without saying a word, Sebastian tentatively moved his head forward. After closing his eyes, he softly pressed his lips against Elliot's.

***

At first Elliot was too shocked to fully comprehend what Sebastian had done. One moment they were simply rehearsing a scene, the next they had locked lips. Much to his own surprise, Elliot did not immediately step back. In fact, he began to purse his lips a little, making the kiss a little less one sided. A whirlwind of thoughts screamed through Elliot's mind, none of which he could hold on to and none of which he could fully understand. Before he could make any sense of what he was feeling, Sebastian stepped back, a look of absolute terror on his face, mouth gaping and eyes wild.

"Oh shit!" the Dingo exclaimed, his hands visibly shaking. "Elliot, I'm sorry! I got carried away! I shouldn't have done that. Oh man, I-I--"

Before Sebastian could finish what he was about to say, Elliot took a bold step forward and forcefully pressed their lips back together, placing a paw behind Sebastian's head, pushing their muzzles closer. All sense of reason escaped Elliot as a rush of a lust unknown to him overtook his mind. Consequences be damned, his animal and sexual instincts took over as he opened his mouth slightly, writhing his tongue in between the Sebastian's lips. He let his tongue slide across the sharp canines, his nose flaring, eyes pressed closed. He could feel Sebastian's mouth opening slightly and Elliot took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into his friends muzzle, caressing the roof of Sebastian's mouth. Their tongues intermingled, pressing against each other and exploring each others mouths, rolling and slurping, licking and thrusting. Elliot's thoughts and feelings about being intimate with another man were blurred, the ramifications of his actions lost in the heat of the moment.

Slowly, gingerly, Elliot began to push Sebastian back towards the large couch situated in the middle of the living room. When the back of Sebastian's knees touched the edge of the couch, Elliot lowered his paw from the back of the Dingo's head to the middle of his shoulder blades. He lowered the lithe canine down onto the cushions, their mouths never parting, still locked in a tight embrace. When Sebastian was flat on his back, Elliot climbed atop the Dingo and increased the forcefulness of the kiss, his lecherousness blinding him to his actions. All that Elliot knew was that this felt good and that it felt right. It was a strange feeling, but he did not doubt its authenticity. Just then, a new sensation took hold of Elliot as he felt Sebastian's paws slip under his shirt and slide up his flat stomach, exploring his torso before finally resting on his shaped chest, slim fingers rolling over his nipples. He felt Sebastian squeeze his pectoral muscles and, more than that, could feel a hardening bulge between the legs of the Dingo.

***

Sebastian had been completely stunned, and rather thrilled, when Elliot had kissed him. The past few minutes had been spent in complete and utter bliss for Sebastian. The man whom he had admired for almost a month now had his tongue in his mouth. Just as that thought occurred to him, Elliot moves his lips away from Sebastian. He fully expected Elliot to run from the room in shame as he became aware of his actions, but the Skunk did just the opposite. Elliot continued to straddle him, only moving his arms as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor beside them. It was only for a brief moment that Sebastian saw what Elliot looked like under his shirt, for the Skunk immediately returned to kissing him, but it was an image that stuck with Sebastian, even as the Skunk resumed the kiss. Elliot's shoulders were broad and muscular, arms well formed and strong. Elliot's chest was impressive and well formed, his nipples erect. His stomach was flat, hints of building abdomen muscles showing through the fur. And oh the fur! It was as soft as feathers and as black as Jet. The effect was both powerful and sophisticated, sending a jolt of pleasure to his sheath which, as he now noticed, was swelling with pleasure. Sebastian couldn't help but notice a tuft of white fur peaking up from the top of Elliot's jeans.

When Elliot pressed his lips back against his own, Sebastian threw his arms around the neck of the half naked skunk and dragged his tongue across the sharp teeth. He could feel one of Elliot's strong, broad hands working through the buttons of his shirt, exposing his own chest bit by bit. Within moments Elliot had Sebastian completely exposed. Sebastian had an athletic build as well, but he was trim and lithe, rather than muscular and powerful like the Skunk.

Sebastian could feel Elliot lowering his frame, the warmth of their bodies coming together until their chests finally touched, fur mingling with fur. It was then that Sebastian felt something that sent him into throes of passion. Pressed against his thigh was Elliot's groin, and Sebastian could feel that it had begun to swell.

***

As Elliot worked a hand over Sebastian's chest, he felt something warm and gentle pressing against his groin. Without needing to look, Elliot knew it was Sebastian, cupping his groin through the fabric of his jeans. Elliot, as he had done with his girlfriends, began to return the favour, pressing his strong, warm hand against the Dingo's loins, instantly feeling a reaction. By this point Elliot had lost every trace of reason and acted purely on sexual instincts. He pulled his muzzle away from Sebastian's for a moment to concentrate on the button that held Sebastian's jeans together. Once the button was undone, Sebastian wiggled out of his pants, leaving Elliot to remove is own pair of jeans. The duo were left in their underwear, Elliot wearing a pair of tight boxer briefs and Sebastian a pair of tightie whities. These, too, were soon removed, leaving the pair completely naked, Elliot still hovering over the Dingo.

Elliot saw Sebastian slide his hand between their bodies and nearly cried out in pleasure as he felt the soft paw wrap around his semi-hard erection. The feeling of Sebastian's hands through the fabric of his jeans had been stimulating in it's own regard, but this direct contact took Elliot's breath away. He had intended to press their lips together once again, but Sebastian's touch prevented him from doing so. It was paralyzing, the soft pads of Sebastian's hands sliding over his increasingly hard erection. Sooner than he had thought possible, Elliot's cock stood to full attention, eight inches of Skunk meat bobbing in the air below him. He knew the time had come to take things to the next level.

Being stronger and more powerful than Sebastian, Elliot had no trouble manhandling the Dingo so that his back was pressed against the vertical cushions of the couch. Elliot squatted in front of him and began to spread Sebastian's legs apart, exposing the tight little ring under a pair of dangling testicles. As Elliot positioned himself for penetration, Sebastian wiggled, shying away from the hungry cock.

"What? What's wrong?" Elliot asked.

"Not so fast! You can't do that. Not without something to help you along." Sebastian replied, looking rather seductive.

"What's that?" Elliot asked coyly, not wanting to ruin the mood.

"Lube."

With that, Sebastian took a firm hold of Elliot's shoulders and told him to get on the couch. Elliot did so, noting that their positions had suddenly switched. Elliot was now pressed back against the couch while Sebastian squatted in front of him. Elliot then felt a sensation that made a small amount of precum shoot from the tip of his penis. Sebastian had taken Elliot's cock into his mouth.

Elliot dug his claws into the cushions at the feeling with a sharp intake of breath. He moaned softly, his legs fidgeting slightly. "Oh... Jesus Christ" he mumbled, closing his eyes and blocking out everything but the warm sensation surrounding his loins.

***

Sebastian, having done this before, knew how to make this as stimulating as possible. He kept a hand wrapped around the base of Elliot's cock and leaned his muzzle closer, lapping lightly at the head of Elliot's cock. He let his tongue roll around the frenulum, teasing the sensitive spot. While he gripped the base of Elliot's cock with one hand and teased the tip with his tongue, Sebastian dropped his other hand to the large, white ball sac and cupped them gently in his hands. Elliot immediately responded with a sharp intake of breath and an audible moan. He rolled the testicles around in his hands, the soft pads of his hands sliding over the velvety smooth fur. Then, much to Elliot's obvious delight, Sebastian stopped simply licking the penis and pressed his lips over the head, letting the rod slide fully into his mouth.

At this point Sebastian himself began to lose control of his will, his own lust taking over. He had intended to extend the lovemaking as long as possible, but he was too aroused to let things continue at that pace. He began to lower his muzzle over the entire pink cock, licking the underside of the penis as it disappeared into his mouth. He began to bob his head more rapidly, stroking Elliot's member in sync with his mouth, which continued to lube the well formed Skunk meat.

Sebastian removed his hand from Elliot's testicles and began to explore the Skunk's chest again, playing with the nipples and squeezing the muscles. He removed his muzzle from the shaft and changed his focus to the dangling orbs between the thick legs. At first he merely licked them, one nut at a time, his hand continuing to stoke where his mouth once was. Sebastian then opened his mouth wide and sucked the testicles into his warm, moist mouth, eliciting a loud groan from Elliot, accompanied by a buck of his hips. Sebastian sucked on the sac, rolling the balls around with his tongue. He found himself moaning, sending vibrating sound waves through the testicles, adding to the stimulation. He released the orbs from his mouth and slowly, tenderly licked up the fur of Elliot's sheath, making his way from the base of the penis to the tip where he, once again, took the cock fully into his mouth.

***

Elliot could feel himself coming closer, but he didn't want this to end too quickly. In order to stop himself from having his orgasm, he lifted Sebastian's head off of his penis, vying for a trick that he used to perform with his girlfriends. Sebastian shot him an odd look as Elliot removed the warm muzzle from his penis, but the Skunk reassured the Dingo that everything was alright. He repositioned themselves once more, Sebastian returning to his first position, pressed against the back of the couch. Rather than squat in front of the Dingo, however, Elliot climbed atop of the couch, pressing his feet to either side of Sebastian's thighs. When he stood straight, fighting for balance for a moment, his cock was at face level with Sebastian's muzzle. Elliot ordered the Dingo to open his mouth and Sebastian happily obliged. Now, rather than Sebastian sucking him off, Elliot was muzzle fucking his Dingo friend. Elliot placed his hands on the top of the couch to ensure balance and began to slide his cock slowly in and out of Sebastian's muzzle. There were a few times where Elliot's thrusts were a little too vigorous, causing the Dingo to gag, but all in all, the sexual trick was appreciated by both parties.

Since he was so close to orgasm before, Elliot found it increasingly difficult to keep control of his throes of passion. He began to pump his engorged cock into Sebastian's mouth at an increasing pace, his grip on the top of the couch tightening as his orgasm neared. He felt Sebastian raise a paw and plant it at the base of Elliot's penis, adding another layer of stimulation. Before long, Elliot had lost all control and was wildly thrusting into Sebastian's attentive mouth, emitting loud, long moans as his cock disappeared into the damp orifice.

Finally, he testicles rose and Elliot shoved his penis into Sebastian's mouth as he came, screaming out in pleasure as he felt his cock spew warm, long jets of semen into Sebastian's mouth. With each consecutive thrust, Elliot ejected another wave of cum until his balls were empty. He felt as though he would collapse from the effort. He removed his member from Sebastian's mouth and lowered himself off of the couch, dripping semen along Sebastian's chest as he dismounted.

Rather than taking a break after such an exertion, Elliot turned his attention to Sebastian's fully hard, but yet untouched cock. He squatted in front of the couch, just as Sebastian had done moments before, and looked at the six inch member in front of him with a certain amount of curiosity. He had never been with a man before, and he had certainly never had a penis put into his mouth. He looked up at Sebastian, who was licking the cum off of his nose and admitted as much.

"I've never done this before. What do I do?"

Sebastian looked down at Elliot, smiled and said "Do you know what I just did to you? Do that to me and you will be fine."

Elliot didn't want to admit it, but he didn't really recall exactly what Sebastian had done to him. All that he felt and concentrated on was the pleasure. It wasn't like he was taking notes. He stared at the penis in front of him with uncertainty for a few more moments before taking the plunge and extending his tongue. He gingerly touched the tip of Sebastian's penis and noted the taste. It was salty and surprisingly pleasant. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and began to consume Sebastian's cock.

***

Sebastian could not believe what had just happened. It was as if his wildest fantasies were coming true. He had crushes before, people he admired from afar, people whom he thought were sexy, but he had never felt such a connection with a person before. He didn't want to say he was in love with Elliot, but he would admit that his attraction to him was more than on a physical level. And now, here they were, having sex. He couldn't believe his fortune. These thoughts, however, were torn away from him as he felt his cock engulfed by Elliot's muzzle. Sebastian could tell he was an amateur, but he was still wildly pleasured since it was Elliot sucking on his penis. Sebastian writhed and moaned as Elliot grew in confidence, sliding his tongue over the tip and down the shaft of his penis.

Sebastian suddenly felt a change in the way that Elliot was delivering. If at first he was testing the waters, so to speak, now he was swimming confidently. Sebastian felt Elliot's mouth close tighter around his shaft, his tongue working more vigorously, his sucking harder. Sebastian couldn't help but buck every so often. There was a moment where Elliot lifted his eyes from the throbbing rod in front of him and looked at Sebastian with those piercing, mesmerizing eyes of his. Staring into those eyes made Sebastian's heart knock against his chest and, consequently, his hips began to buck with greater potency. When Elliot looked back down, Sebastian closed his eyes, but he could still see Elliot staring at him. He imagined those eyes looking into his soul, leering at him with passion. Then, to visions of those eyes, Sebastian's body began to quiver with pleasure. He moaned and began to breath rapidly, bucking wildly into Elliot's mouth. He grabbed the back of Elliot's head and forcefully lifted and pressed his head up and down his cock. His testicles drew up and, with one final, powerful thrust, he came, shooting his seed into the back of Elliot's muzzle. Rather than swallowing, Sebastian noticed that Elliot let the semen simply drip from his mouth and fall onto the floor. Sebastian leaned back in ecstacy as he was pumped dry.

They had both been brought to an intense orgasm, but neither of them were completely through with the experience. After a short clean up, involving nothing more than an old rag in strategic positions, the Skunk and the Dingo lay on the couch together, Elliot behind Sebastian. They spooned for about an hour before they finally fell asleep, exhausted by the days escapade.

***

Morning. Elliot slowly regained consciousness, although his eyes remained shut. His body was still tingling with exhaustion. All he could remember from last night was the incredible sex. Who it was with eluded him for the moment. He reached his arm around his lovers body, prepared to fondle her breasts but found none. Strange. Maybe she was flat chested. Elliot couldn't remember. He slid his hand down his lovers chest and stomach until he reached something that caused his body stiffen. A sheath. His hand was hovering over a sheath. A wave of memories came crashing to him all at once: the rehearsal, the exploration and finally the sex. Except that it was with a man. Now that all of his sexual energy had been spent, Elliot had to face the nights action for what they were - a straight man's sexual adventure with another man. "Oh, shit," was all that Elliot mumbled as dismay and terror shrouded whatever pleasure he had felt last night.

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I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing. This is the first part of a series that I have planned, so stay tuned for more!