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My first days in a new neighborhood? Sucks. The apartment we live in is small; let alone with my younger sister and older brother, things get rather... Cramped. You see, my mother and father always said that leaving our old house would be a great idea so we could try our luck in the big city. They lied. The bottom line; the school I go to, rather be back in prison for some adolescent street crime. I simply call it having fun, after all how could I say no to hanging out with my friends. Now I can only sit here with my head on the desk, listening to the professer ramble on about some mathamatical bullshit. I mainly spend my time sleeping in my classes, either that or I'll just bugger off for a pack of smokes.

"Justin." That's Marcus. Never knew why that cat spent his time always wearing a jersey of some sort; didn't even play any sports.

"Justin."

"Yeah, what?" A tired reply, what could I say; after spending my time being out so late, I'd rather be asleep here than be anywhere in my neighborhood.

"Quiet back there!" Damn teach, always barking out at someone. Mr. Vero is one of my professers here at Morrit; well he's one of the most uptight ones I have. Once the time came along, transitions finally called freedom. What I do during this time was simple; gonna go into the hall, light a cig, and be late for my next shitty class. Running out of smokes, only two left now. I knew that at the start of the morning I had a full pack; yet when you have to deal with this school, you get rather... Tense. Marcus I looked around for; when I'm that desperate enough to get off, he's one of the people I look for. Of course, can never find him when I need to. Was out in the hall when I trashed my cig, that's when I noticed someone. A dog, corgi; not standing too tall or too short. Cutest green eyes, though his overall appearance looked a bit too 'Snob hill.' Shortly I found myself checking him out, He walked around with a notebook; a pen seemed always in reach. A bit of a nervous walk, I saw how he looked around cautiously every now and then. My verdict, a new student. My age, my sex; I figured I should take a shot at it; after all, it'll be nice to properly introduce him to Morrit College.

"Hey there." Just a grin and wave before I walked beside him. My eyes passed another quick scan; a fit, athletic figure. Underneath a light brown leather coat was a white crisp collered shirt. Beige jeans came up, matching a dark leather belt that held his jeans above his hips. Surprisingly, and to my advantage I noticed an earring on his left ear. A small stud; the earring of course. Given his Corgi height, he had to look up to see my face; though I had the feeling that this guy was 'bigger' than most people would think.

"Uhh. Hi?" He rubbed the back of his head, and passed a smile. "Do you need anything?" Damn, he is cute; my only thought that came was the picture of what he'd look like without his shirt and jacket. I'd love to see him on his knees simply begging for more.

"Not really. Are you a new student here?" Just playin it somewhat cool, by his appearence it seemed like I may have to watch my tongue; or I may just lose this.

"Yeah, just transferred from - from New York actually; my family moved here."

"Really? I've been living here for about a month now. Where do you live?"

"The large house by the mall... I can't remember the name of the street."

"Ah, don't need to; I know the place your talking about." He lives there? There? His family can afford that? All of it pelted my thoughts, the last time I was there was during halloween; we all got drunk, a bit high and then broke into there as a joke. Err, more like a money grab. The house used to be owned by some politicion; his son was a real prick. Some fucking homophobe that a group of guys (Including myself of course) had some real 'fun' showing him a few 'things.' I knew he enjoyed it though, every second of it. He took a stare at his watch, I could've sworn it was white gold.

"I got to get going."

"Oh. Uh wait! I didn't catch your name."

"My name is Matthew."

"I'm Justin."

"I got to go, I'll see you later Justin." The way he walked, I couldn't tell if he was trying to put anything on. His body, love to spend my time exploring him; every little bit. Been a long time since I ever really blushed, but the thought just wouldn't leave. Yet it was than I decided it; I need to score this guy as soon as I could. My next row of classes seemed even longer; my fantasies, all I knew was that it wasn't the time to start thinking about that kind of stuff. Marcus walked in, he was later than I was. Odd, I knew he was always at his classes on time. Not too concerning, yet I knew it was simply odd. Marcus was always the odd one in my kind of group. Never smoked and hardly drank, though the kid still found a way to have fun.

"Justin, did you see that new guy?" Finally, a topic that interested me after boring eternaties of history and its supposed importence.

"Hell yeah, I talked to him."

"What do you think?"

"He's fucking cute." Speaking nothing more than the truth, just talking about him almost made my face red, well almost.

"Heard he spends most his time at the track."

"Nice, a runner?"

"No, football actually." I almost stopped dead. Matthew, that cute little guy a football player?

"What his postion?"

"He's aiming for quaterback; from what I heard he was on some real hardass team at his old college."

"They do the tryouts at the track?"

"What? No he's just doing some runs and stuff." What was that image, I could see him without that shirt; him panting from a hard workout, his muscles bulging and the sweat simply falling from him.

"Guys shut up, some of us are trying to understand this shit." Some prick arose in the back, not that I cared for it and simply continued talking in a somewhat quieter tone. Once the cursed hellish time know as class was over; I made my way out of the school, sucking back on my final smoke before flicking it aside. Marcus was following behind me, he knew the sly look on my face; he knew the wild-shot eyes I held to him. Always enough to make him burn up enough to resemble the thick wine my mother and father drank most nights. I edged him on, passed some teasing words to his ear; enough to make them twitch nervously. After all, I wanted to have some fun, and at the moment; Matthew was just not quite in my grasp yet. I'm going to call it a day with him, after all I just met the guy; and I don't want to appear desperate. Stopping by a liquer store on my way to Marcus's apartment, I picked up some real heavy drinks; though we both still had the two more classes before we were actually free for the day. Marcus was always willing to ditch them if it meant he was having some fun with me.

I could hardly wait to get into his apartment, I wanted Marcus on his knees; I wanted him wanting it, taking it knot and all. Not that he'd ever actually liked being tied on my member; something about it hurting him. Yet I enjoyed it; it made it feel so much hotter knowing that I'm in complete control of him, and he can do nothing to resist me. Once that door opened, I already had him against the wall. His face, his blush I still saw even in the darkness of his home. Marcus wanted to make out, wasn't too hard to figure that out; it was his thing, his fetish. So I gave it to him; let my lips lock with his; my tongue freely explore his mouth coating inside of him enough to let our strands stick when we broke free. I gave him his fetish, now it was time for him to give me mine. I always kept a collar and leash at his place; he's the only person who'd let me use it on him. But beforehand, I believe it be best to try and get him liquered up. Cracking open a bottle; I handed it to him. Nervously he could only try to talk out of it, I knew he wanted the drink though, and he knew that I'd just keep edging him on somehow. Didn't take too long to get him somewhat drunk, me I was only at that buzz; a perfectly good one too before I began almost ripping his shirt off. Not the most 'defined' person you'd meet, but he was skinny; having that perfect curve. Quickly, the two of us were down to our bare pelts; that's where I knew the real fun would begin. Marcus willing let the collar be put on him, he was always my good kitty. My sheath, my tip was already exposed, I anxiously waited to shove it in. I put him on his knees, my member rubbing against his cheek, knowing he would give in. Blushing deep red, he knew I liked it that way; for him to act embarressed or like he didn't want it - made it more fun when he submitted. Not long before he anxiously sucked; letting his tongue wrap around softly, I always knew Marcus would make that face - his innocent big-eyed look, as if he was just a kitten again. Didn't usually affect me, but today; it made my heat come out. My pre already started to seep out; Marcus's blush growing only deeper as he forced more of his muzzle around me. I attempted to casaully soak my finger with my tongue before slipping it behind his tail onto his tight hole. In surprise he gave a little wine, I loved that sound; Marcus's distressed sound, so innocent in nature. God I swear I love him... Most of the time. Oh. I noticed he was hard, rock hard. His member was throbbing as he began taking me to the knot. It was time to really start this. Taking my piece out, I let him have a second of breath before getting behind him. His knees where all that were on the floor, but once Marcus saw me behind; his paws went down to the floor too. His tail slightly wavered, his purring was a solid vibrant sound that rubbed my ears; making them twitch softly every now and then. He sounded so loving, even if he was pretty much drunk. My paw was still wrapped around the leash, as if waiting for me to draw him close. Tugging it softly, Marcus confusingly brought his back up to my chest; my arms around him I nibbled softly on his ear. Like I knew it would, his purring intensified; I could feel the vibrations Marcus sent out. I turned him around, and wrapped my arms tightly around him for a few moments. A hug was one of the last things I yearned for, but at that moment it seemed... right. Before long, my piece was up against his backside once more; a simple nod was all it took for me to inch it in. Out of everytime I've fucked Marcus, it never felt so suddenly right. The leash, I always had fun playing with it.

I tugged the collar up to my pecs, it forced Marcus's neck and chest up. With the soft whimpers Marcus gave, I began thrusting more of my meat into him; his ass was always perfect I knew. Just tight enough, and he usually made it tighter when I was this far in him. My knot was fully exposed now, I wanted it all in him. Whispering within his ear, his panting was almost louder than my words. I saw his blush grow deeper, from it's light pink to a dark cherry. Marcus was hot to touch, every little detail of his body was felt against my fingertips as they massaged his sides and back; my member thrusting it's full length into him. Much better stress reliever than any cig I could ever get my paws on. Eventually he nodded, and I brought my knot into him; his tight walls constricting around my member. I felt my face heat up, my knot popped in with a pleasure; I could feel it pulse. Pleasure overtook as I shot my seed deep into him. Unloading my balls deep inside his ass, he panted out; Marcus's face was deep red as I held him close to my body.

"Such a good kitty." I knew he was, he began purring to my words as I felt my piece throb in him. Vibrations came from the pile of clothes that were thrown down. We both stood, tied together for the next half hour; I couldn't pull my knot out the first minute in, we were stuck. After I pulled out of him, my seed leaking out of his backside. After we both cleaned up, he passed me a kiss.

"Love you Justin." He smiled, one of his ears were half down just to look nervously cute.

"Yep" I nodded my head with a small smile, whenever he said it, no matter how amazing I felt from it, It was all I did. After all, I was never the best with a supposed 'honest' relationship. The sounds of buzzing arose again, I could only bet it was my annoying father. Yep. I could pick off the number in a heartbeat as I stared at my cell. Whatever his bullshit, I'll let it pass. Pulling my jeans to there normal low statue, Marcus got dressed himself. Most people viewed me as a wannabe, just a punk, but frankly I knew that I could drop any of their asses any day of the week. People viewed Marcus as a completely different person, never really knew why. He wore his pants above his waist, letting gravity make them fall a bit. Kept his back somewhat straight and acted somewhat like my group. People viewed him differently, had no honest clue why.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah Marcus, see ya." Down the hall of the apartment was the simply, poorly lit building. I had no honest clue how Marcus could live in a place like this; let alone in such a neighborhood. I mean I love coming down to the worst parts of the city and raising hell, but I wouldn't want to live in it. Marcus always says things like 'I love you' all the time, but why did it feel different this time? I only wondered if I was thinking about Matthew while I was banging my best and closest friend. I'd love to score that corgi, but is my friendship really worth it? All these thoughts pelted me as I made a long walk home.