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There was an irritated look on Billy Kizepski's face as he sat on the stairs, near the front door with his father. The teen German Shepherd lived with his dad in their compact house. Even though it was the only two story house in the neighborhood, it only had the master bedroom and three other one person rooms; they barely passed for more than walk in closets. His dad and his mom had broken up a short while ago, so now the house seemed a little bit bigger.

When his dad opened the door, there stood a muscular black panther, wearing a dirty white beater and torn jeans, a dirty old cap on his head. "HEY Joel!" Mr. Higgs shouted, wrapping Billy's dad in his ripped arms. Just like Billy and his dad, Mr. Higgs was a mechanic, a grease monkey. Billy's skinny dad was almost dressed the same, save the flannel shirt. Soon he found the panther's paw wrapped around his own, "Hey Billy!" Billy gave a lame smile, but then nervously licked at the bases of his snakebites in his lower lip, rotating the little metal balls when he saw Nick waiting behind his dad.

Billy's heart skipped when he saw the younger panther that looked just like his dad, he even managed a smile which quickly disappeared. They stood there for a while, staring at each other until Nick finally managed to mutter, "Hey..." He was quiet, just like when he had left with his dad all those years ago. Like Billy, Nick's mom had left them, although he never explained why. They were best friends, really close friends, and Mr. Higgs never really took that into consideration when they moved away. Both kids kept in touch, but less and less over the years.

Joel suddenly tapped his son on the shoulder, "Billy, why don't you show Nick to his room, me and Roger are gonna head out and catch up.

Billy looked bitterly from his dad to Nick before grabbing Nick's bags, "Yeah, sure." Bitterly, he looked to Nick, "Come on..."

As the two kids trudged up the stairs, Roger turned to Joel, "Is there somethin I missed?"

Joel shrugged, "Nah really, Bill kind of had this big day planned. He'll get over it."

Roger nodded, "Ah, you sure?"

"Yeah...let's just head to the bar...like old times."

After Roger and Joel had left, Billy and Nick went to their separate corners of the house. Billy locked himself in his room, never even saying anything when he dropped the cat's bag in his room, disappearing as soon as Nick turned his back. Nick found himself downstairs in the living room, somehow managing to work the thousand button remote control. Both of them did the same thing though, they were too anxious, fidgeting with anything nearby. As Billy stared down at the wooden floors in his room, Nick looked up, tapping his claws against on the floor. With a loud huff, Billy tried turning on his stereo, only to catch Ozzy Osbourne's I Just Want You.

The next moment Nick looked up, he saw Billy standing in the door way, holding a pair of brown bottles. He tried to hide his smile, turning his gaze over to the TV as Billy took his seat at the other end of the ancient couch with the stitches in it. "Remember the first time you snuck these out of the back of the fridge?" Nick asked, using his beater to twist the cap as hard as he could, the veins on his muscles actually showing.

"Before or after my dad whooped my ass?" Billy asked casually, positioning his bottle just right on the end table, snapping it just right, adding another scratch to the wood as the cap popped off.

"Your dad isn't going to get mad?"

The dog's face sank, "I don't think my dad cares anymore..." he said in a heavy tone, running the padding of his thumb over the mouth of the bottle. Nick stared at his best friend, nervously eyeing the dog's face, observing the new additions to his body over the years, ones like the small gauges at the base of his ears and the piercings in his lip. He was a little bit meatier too... Nick inhaled deep, adjusting in his spot, feeling a burning blush in his dark cheeks. "Something the matter?"

Nick shook his head, "Nah, I just haven't drunk anything like this in a while..." He was trying to hide his embarrassment, breathing in deep, trying to relax as he drank the watered down liquor. Right away he knew he was a softy, feeling that warm, numb feeling coursing through his veins. After one bottle, it became two, then three. They watched TV, laughed whenever possible, but they avoided talking about their moms, their problems; they were just content being in that room, together again.

After a while they shut up, ending up watching Terror Planet, the only manly movie that seemed to be on. Both adrenaline and liquor were pumping through them. "Hey! Hey!" Billy said in a slurred voice, grabbing hold of Nick's ankle, giving the big cat a shake when the sex scene in the diner came on.

Stirring from a hazed nap, Nick snarled, "What?"

"Best parts on..."

Dazed, Nick tried to watch as Ray and Cherry climbed all over each other in the film. Even though he knew the movie was about to scratch out, he found it really hot, feeling his cock head poking at his sheathe. His breathing quickened from the excitement, the liquor making every sensation feel even wilder. "Damn...even I think that's hot..."

Billy lazily nodded his head, "Yeah....what!? What do you mean even you think?"

Nick's eyes widened, suddenly remembering he wasn't with one of his usual friends, "Bill, I..."

"What do you mean even you think that's hot, Nick?" Billy demanded, but it sounded more curious than angry. He was getting really close, the shepherd's muzzle only a few inches away Nick's maw. They both froze, realizing that Billy's paw was still wrapped around Nick's ankle. Shaking, the dog's fingertips slid off, supporting himself on the couch like he could fall over at any minute from the sudden shock. Another shooting scene was coming up and Billy was quick to hit the power button, the whole room going dark. Now the only Billy was staring into Nick's blue eyes was with some help from the small night light in the nearby hall way.

Nick tried to speak, but the only thing that would come out was his liquor drenched breath. Finally, he struggled to say, "Bill...please don't be pissed!" He was cut short, feeling Billy pushing into him, feeling the dog's liquor soaked breath filling his muzzle as he was kissed. Groaning, he tried to fight Billy, grabbing his arms and trying to push him away. But as he felt the dog's raging hard on through his jeans, he stopped, his paw tips and claws running down the male's arms, exhaling with relief as he lap at Billy's thick tongue. Pushed into the couch, he felt weak, not just from the alcohol, but from Billy grabbing his wrists, forcing them over his head as the dog grinded into his crotch. "F...fuck...Billy..."

The panther sat up a little, no longer feeling Billy's alcohol filled breath hitting his face. Instead, he groaned as he felt the dog's wet nose grinding into the bulge running down his pant leg. "Billy, what are you doing?" he asked, his head heavy, most of his thoughts blurred. All of a sudden he heard his zipper fall, the bulge in his underwear exposed to the cool summer breeze that came through the window. "Bill...NO! What about...our dads!?"

They both fought as Billy ran his muzzle along Nick's bulge, nuzzling it hard, inhaling the heavy musk of the panther's sweaty crotch. Nick's paws fumbled over Billy's as the dog's paws struggled with the tight band of Nick's boxer briefs. "Billy, don't!" Exhaling warm breaths, Billy stared at Nick's long, thick barbed prick through a drunk haze, wrapping his muzzle around the big cat's salty cock until his wet nose was pressed into Nick's dark crotch fur. He exhaled heavily, savoring the feeling of that thick meat in his mouth, enjoying its taste as he worked his tongue up and down it, even lapping the barbs around its head. Nick anxiously tried to push him off, grunting as he felt the dog eagerly sucking his cock, gasping, getting weaker...until his paws which were trying to push Billy away, smoothly wrapped around the back of his head... "Fuck...Bill..." he groaned.

As Nick sank into the couch and Billy lazily leaned into the panther's ripped thighs, they were too drunk to care about anything else as Billy slide his mouth off and on that big, meaty prick. Even as the lock on the door started to jiggle, they didn't move from the couch, the door suddenly popping open, both their dad's stumbling in. Nick's heart pounded in his chest, but all he did was tighten his grip around the back of Billy's head, thumbing through the dog's brown fur. He could feel both of the older males gazing at him, trying to look over his shoulder, eying the back of the couch. In a slurred voice, Joel said, "Guess Billy went to bed..." There was a few mumbling voices as he and Roger headed upstairs, the heavy thuds of their shoes could be heard.

Billy moaned, feeling Nick push down on the back of his head as the sounds disappeared. Breathing through his nose, he rapidly started to move his head up and down, digging his black nails into the panther's thighs as Nick pushed down on the back of his head. He gave a few muffled retorts, struggling to breathe as Nick's big cock plowed into the back of his throat. Soon he came to love the feeling, sucking his first cock, taking it as deep as he could, grinding his palm into his own thick bulge through his jeans.

Whimpering around Nick's cock in his mouth, Billy slid his paws up, reaching beneath the big cat's shirt, feeling over his muscles, stopping when he reached the nubs on the big male's chest. His eyes widened with surprise and then lowered with intrigue as he slowly started to pinch the ball bearing piercings in Nick's chest. Nick bit his lip, feeling those light pinches turning into a harsher tug, "Fuck!" The cat could growled, biting his lip, sucking through his teeth as he felt his nubs turning sore, throbbing around his piercings. Amazing sensations flowed from his chest, traveling through his body, driving his cock crazy. Calling out uncontrollably, he pushed down on the back of Billy's head, silencing himself as he bit his lip, bucking his hips, fucking Billy's muzzle as he shot his load in another guy's mouth for the first time. Billy dug his nails into the couch, moaning, whimpering, struggling to breath as Nick's cock slammed into the back of his throat, forcing him to swallow a hot, creamy load.

Billy's struggling became less and less as he adjusted around Nick's twitching cock, feeling his friend's load slide down the back of his throat. He was too tired to do anything else. Breathing heavily through his nose, he rested his head in Nick's lap, hearing the sounds of Nick's orgasmic growls die down into a heavy, motor like purr. As he closed his eyes, the world started to spin around Nick as his head heavily fell to the arm of the couch, slowly stroking the back of Billy's head as the dog closed his eyes, falling into a drunken, blissful sleep, just like him.

Upstairs, Joel tightly gripped to the top edge of his bed, all the breath and sound forced out of him as a gargle, nearly gagging on his own tongue as he felt Roger's big dick push deep into him. He was frozen, his ass in the air and his paws tightly wrapping around the big cats. It wasn't like all those times they had been in bed before, fucking over and over again while Joel's wife was out. As he felt Roger's barbed head brushing against his walls, he grunted, curling his toes as it slammed into his guts. It was like he was a virgin all over again. He gasped, flushed as Roger did something familiar, lifting the dog's leg over his shoulder. As the big cat saw the familiar, flush look on Joel's face, he leaned in, kissing the dog hotly, making Joel jump as he pushed his cock back in one more time, "I missed this...dog!" he growled, teasingly mocking the shepherd.

Panting heavily, his knotted prick dripping pre, Joel struggled to murmur, "I did too...SIR!" he growled, feeling that barbed cock fuck him senseless! Burying the side of his head into a pillow, Joel bit hard, getting ready for a long, rowdy night...

More to come.