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A squeal of joy erupted around me as the intro to "Pornstar Dancing" started playing on the stacks of speakers situated about the bar. I had the urge to get up and leave that very moment, but convinced myself to stay with a long drink of the incredibly cheap beer. It was "rock" Tuesday, and there were some terrific drink specials to accompany the most acceptable music that I was going to find in a bar now days. Especially one that catered specifically to the homosexual crowed.

It was my first time in a gay bar, and I was on the brink of considering the experiment a failure. I'd spent years and years dating girls only to grow uncomfortable when the relationship inevitably moved on to a physical level despite me constantly pressing the brakes. Usually girls would find this refreshing and respectful during the first few weeks, but they would eventually grow impatient and label me a weirdo when I couldn't get into the physical attraction stuff.

I'd grown tired of passing and wondered if I wouldn't just be happier dating a guy. So there I was in Barry's bar, one of the few bars in the city that had a "rock" night (mostly alternative stuff). They got away with it because of the aforementioned drink specials, and the other half of the bar that was strictly dedicated to being a dance club. The rock was loud enough to drown out the house/trance/dub step/whatever else they were playing, but it served to create a fairly mixed crowd. It was dominated by feminine, or what I would consider feminine, creatures.

They wore glow necklaces, tight pants, revealing "shirts" that were often just torso halters or nets. They giggled and pranced about. It didn't bother me, but it certainly wasn't what I was looking for in a partner. I saw a few decent targets, but they were constantly flocked by the masses of "bois", and seemed to be loving it. For the last hour I'd contented myself with sitting quietly at the center of the bar, steadily ordering the dollar beers in order to keep my seat.

The bar was certainly busy, but not uncomfortably so. I hadn't been bumped into too frequently, and was glad for it. To my surprise, I'd been approached nearly a dozen times with offers of drinks and requests to dance etc....; none of which I could bring myself to accept. I found it incredibly uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of those offers, and none of the men who'd approached me where the type I could see myself having any fun being around. I politely declined, and with a shrug of indifference was left to drink by myself. The bartender showed some promise I suppose. He was a young tiger with broad shoulder pushing against the edges of a tight black t-shirt with Barry's Bar printed on it in neon green lined letters.

He wasn't big by tiger standards, but since I was fairly huge by wolf standards, we were sitting on pretty even ground. He moved gracefully about the bar, displaying the impressive artwork on his arms. Surprisingly intricate dragons and tribal designs were dyed into his fur in alternating black and orange; whatever was opposite of the fur the design was imprinted on. The value of the inevitably temporary art wasn't lost on me and I caught myself admiring it more often than was probably appropriate.

The bar tender caught my attention by dropping another beer beside the one I'd just finished. He leaned in and said "Listen, I'm not kicking you out or anything, but do you think you could move over to the side of the bar." He nodded his head to left and indicated the far side of the bar with an open stool beside an older looking lion. "This area is pretty high traffic; lots of movement. You're sort of gumming up the works by just sitting here." He didn't look mad. Instead he looked faintly amused and a little embarrassed for me.

I looked over my shoulder and realized the mass off attention I'd garnered. There were at least a dozen pairs of eyes casually or blatantly looking my direction with various expressions attached to them. Apparently word had gotten around that I wasn't interested in getting picked up or vise-versa, and I had basically become that asshole in the left lane pacing the semi in the right. As the bartender said, I was gumming up the works. I grabbed my fresh beer and got up to migrate. I received mostly amused smiles as I apologized to no one in particular. There were a few bitchy glares that were easily shut down by a half second of eye contact.

I wasn't a muscle head by any means, but I certainly looked like one. I was a casual but diligent weight lifter and had built up an impressive muscle mass over the last few years because of it. Most people didn't want to cause any trouble with me. I side stepped my way through the crowed towards the indicated corner of the bar, and noticed that the lion was looking my way with a smile that could heat an igloo. I assumed he was tickled by my ignorance as to the flow of the bar, and I wondered again if I should just call it a night and head home.

I remembered the fresh beer in my hand that I hadn't actually paid for, even though the stack of tips I'd left behind on the bar would more than suffice for the 1 dollar beer. It was enough of a dilemma to get me to keep walking and finally reach the empty seat beside the lion. He immediately clapped me on the back with a huge hand a wide grin.

"We were wondering when you'd notice." I quickly began to suspect that the friendly grin was a permanent fixture on his broad and masculine features. He wore a pair of glasses and his age was betrayed by the shaggy manner of his fur; especially his impressive mane that wrapped up under his shin and hung down to his chest. His whiskers and upper lip fur was just enough darker than the tan fur of his face to give the illusion of a human mustache, with his mane acting as the beard. His huge brown eyes served to complete the deep and simple joy of his smile.

"It was that obvious?"

"From here it was." He rest his hand on the bar and the bartender glanced over his shoulder from clear across the bar as if the lion had pressed a button that shocked him to get his attention. The lion held up two thick fingers and tilted his head my way. The bartender nodded and went back to filling glasses and taking orders.

"You like crown royal?" He asked.

"I love it."

"Good, we've got two shots coming." His voice rumbled even over the bass in the music that continued to blare behind us.

"Listen, sir. I'm not really sure-"

He elbowed me like an old friend. "Shut-up and be a good drinking buddy."

"Roger that." I swiveled a few degrees on my stool and offered him my right hand. "Derrik."

He took my hand and shook it firmly. "Ben." I noticed finally that he was built like a power lifter. The keyword here was huge: huge shoulders, a huge chest, huge arms, but only a moderately noticeable belly. All of it was held in by a classy black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing thick fuzzy forearms. He must have noticed my gaze on his torso.

"I lift at the rec on campus." He said.

I cocked an eyebrow. "Me too. You're at the college? You a student?"

He laughed heartily. "No stupid. My old ass is a professor there."

Was it possible to call someone stupid in a friendly manor? Because I think he just did. Normally being called stupid was a hot button for me, one of the few things that really pissed me off, but when Ben did it I just laughed.

"What do you teach?"

"Anthropology."

"Oh." I said in realization. "I'm going for computer programing. I'll probably never have your class."

"You're still in school?" He said surprised. The bartender dropped two double shots of crown between Ben and I. "Thanks, Mike."

I nodded. "I'm 23. I am a freshmen though; I got a late start. Spent a few years working here and there." I thought about his familiarity with the bartender and pointed at the attractive tiger as he worked the bar. "Is he the one who was also wonder how long before I noticed the mob behind me?"

Ben nodded and handed me my shot while gasping his own delicately in his right hand. "He and Barry are old buddies of mine. Cheers." As we drank the shots I realized he meant Barry the owner. I savored the taste of my favorite liquor and placed the glass back on the bar sighing my appreciation at the taste.

Ben was watching me closely. "Want another one?"

"Sure that won't upset your stomach grandpa?" Oh shit. I realized I'd overstepped the boundaries by teasing him the way I would someone more familiar to me. I waited for a reaction.

I didn't have to wait long. He laughed so hard it drew attention and shook the bar. "Boy, I've been drinking since before you were born. What in the world makes you think you can challenge me. I'm what you call experienced young'un, and there's no substitute for that."

I scoffed. "Experience is just code for old."

"Maybe." He held up his hand and the bartender went about bringing us more shots. "So you know why I'm here; I've got to support my friends endeavors. Why the hell are you in here?"

"What do you mean?"

It was his turn to cock his bushy eyebrow. "Boy, you and I stick out like a black flamingo."

"What kind of analogy is that?"

"A vivid one." He countered, and I couldn't argue.

I shrugged and our shots arrived. We quickly drank them. "There's a short and long answer."

"Good lord, please give me the short one." He pleaded playfully.

"I've never been to a gay bar before, and I'm here to test the waters."

He looked at me knowingly. "I see. Never been with a man then?"

"I didn't say that."

He elbowed me again. "But it's true isn't it." He took a sip of the beer that had been sitting in front of him since I sat down, and I did the same.

"Well yeah." I admitted. "Or a woman for that matter." Why did I just say that? I looked around as if someone had been eavesdropping and would now spread my embarrassing secret.

Ben wasn't phased. "Well make sure you figure shit out before too long. I waited way to many years and when I finally cleared my head it cost me a wife and a kid."

I didn't know what to say so I went with "I'm sorry."

He waved me off. "That's years gone buddy. In fact my son's about your age, and it's sort of freaking me out."

I started to stand, suddenly uncomfortable. "If you want I can take off."

He slapped a hand on my shoulder and I fell back down on my seat. "Only if YOU want to go. As for me, I'm enjoying the company immensely." I realized belatedly that I was as well. I was becoming incredibly attracted to Ben, and had to convince myself that that was okay. That's why I was there, wasn't it? To see if it felt natural? If I enjoyed playing "the game" with a man? It seemed that I was so far.

I stayed seated and quiet for a few moments. "So you are..."

"What? Gay as raspberries?" He said with a sudden aggressive lisp. It caught me off guard and I laughed so hard my stomach started to hurt.

"Because everyone knows that raspberries are the gayest fruit?"

"Obviously." He said in his normal voice.

"I thought it was bananas." He thought about what I was implying and conceded the point. It went on like that for a few minutes as we grew even more comfortable with one another. We ended up discussing workout routines/methods and I found out that he actually was a bit of a power lifter, but treated it with the same casual diligence as I did.

"Oh shit." He mumbled. I followed his gaze to the front door far across the bar, and then echoed his sentiment.

Four canines had just walked in, lead by an obviously drunk Coyote who was already pointing and laughing hysterically. He was clearly the most inebriated of the bunch, and was drawing a fair bit of attention, all of which was negative.

"Guess they're the black flamingo now." I noted and continued to watch. His three friends, one coyote and two mutts, made no effort to reel their friend in. They just gave uncomfortable laughs and apologetic glances. We couldn't hear them from this far but I definitely read the words faggot and drink on his lips a number of times before they started making their way towards the bar. I sized up the coyote who was causing the trouble as he shoved his way through the crowed.

He was probably about 160 lbs. but was clearly convinced he was well over 200. He'd probably been an athlete in school and maybe still was. He was built very lean, but was still massively outweighed by both myself and Ben. He posed no real threat so I tried to ignore him. Ben and I went back to talking, but kept a sharp eye on the loudmouth. He got all the way past the center of the bar, and made himself known just a few stools down and around the corner from Ben and I. We could hear him now.

"Look at all the little pixies." He laughed. "Hey" He pointed at a rat in a torn t-shirt and tight jeans. "grant my wish sweetie." I was gripping my beer bottle tight enough for Ben to take notice. He rest his hand on my forearm.

"It's someone else's problem. The bouncer for instance." I instinctively rest my left hand on top of his in thanks, and felt my irritation drain away somewhat.

"Dude that's sick, are you fucking with your dad?!" The coyote yelled in our directly. I felt Ben physically recoil as if he'd been hit. I didn't have to look to see how bad the drunken comment had hurt him, and I understood exactly why. All the irritation rushed back and quickly bubbled over into sheer rage. I stood up from my stool and stomped towards the coyote. It was amazing how quickly people moved out of my way to make a path. There's only four of them. I said to myself, clenching and unclenching my fists. Only four. A stupid thing to think, but I had to hype myself up for a battle I was very likely to lose.

"Oh you want to fight me faggot?" Drunky reached into his pocket and pulled out something that caught the flashing lights of the bar and made me think it was a blade. Before I could glance down to check, he fumbled the weapon. I hit him in the face so hard I was immediately aware that I'd broken my hand. He flew backwards, blood gushing from his nose. One of his friends caught him before he hit the ground. He was completely knocked out, and I noticed that his muzzle was now actually tweaked to the left. Mike hurtled the bar, after I'd dropped the coyote I noticed, and placed himself between me and his three friends. He started shouting this and that and I felt a pair of huge mits grab firmly onto my shoulders from behind.

"Get him out of here." Mike yelled, and through the chaos I heard Ben just behind me agreeing. We rushed out of the bar that had devolved into sheer chaos. I gripped my hand, protecting it from further damage while I tried to avoid grunting in pain with every jarring step we took. We burst into the street and Ben took the lead. He turned us right, and jogged down the street.

"My car is just up this way." He told me. I didn't say anything, I just followed him. Since I'd taken a cab, there was really no argument anyway. Through the pain in my hand I wondered if the coyote's comment had killed any chance I had with this man. Basically it boiled down to whether he was about to take me to my home or his. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and hit a button. I saw the lights on a dark green Grand Marquee blink twice. He gracefully leapt and slid across the hood of his car to make it into the street on the drivers side of the vehicle. We jumped in and he quickly pulled away from the crowded curb. We noticed the familiar cherries and berries flashing frantically behind us as they took the corner and headed straight for Barry's.

As we made our escape he asked "Where to?" I didn't have an answer. I didn't want to tell him to take me to my place, but I didn't want to impose and suggest that we go to his. In my momentary hesitation he found a reason to chuckle. "My place it is." My heart leapt and my skin shivered in excitement. The weight of the situation was suddenly hitting me, and I'd never felt more alive. I looked over as Ben took off his glasses with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other while steering with his knee. I was surprised by his dexterity given the number of drinks we'd shared.

He put his glasses back on and noticed me watching him. "How's your hand?" He asked, looking over at my swollen fist.

I lifted it and cringed as I tried to extend and then clench my fingers. An act in futility. "Hurts." I said simply.

"We'll get some ice on it when we get to my place. Thank you." He said sounding incredibly sincere and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"I don't like it when people talks shit about someone I care about." This seemed to hit him pretty hard, because he didn't have an answer. I waited a few moments before saying "That was pretty stupid going up against four guys at once though." I laughed a little at my own foolishness.

"Nah," Ben said loudly, returning to his cheerful character. "Mike and I had your back, we just wanted to make sure you dropped that one douche bag before we 'broke it up'."

"You know he tried to pull a knife?"

"Yeah I think I saw that." Ben remarked shaking his head. "Kids these days. Can't just fight with their fists. They have to escalate everything to an unnecessary level since they're too scared of getting as ass whooping."

"Even when they're asking for it."

"You should be more careful though, buddy. He could press assault charges and since you're so much bigger than him he'd probably win in court. No way you felt threatened by that little shit."

I shrugged. "He had a knife."

"He pulled a knife." Ben corrected. "When you laid him out, he'd already dropped it. That could make for a messy case." I shrugged again and we quieted down for a minute or so before Ben pulled into his apartment complex. He winded through the various units and finally came to a two story building that seemed to be right at the center of everything. All of the second story apartments had balconies and all of the buildings were framed by well maintained garden beds.

"Wow, this is what that professor money gets you, huh?" I asked as we parked.

"I suppose." He answered sounding completely indifferent. "I'm on the second floor. He lead me to a door that with the use of his key swung silently inward. It lead immediately to a wall, and a set of stairs on the right. "Just lock it behind you if you could." He headed up the stairs. I shut the door and did as I was asked with the lock. My sharp canine nose caught the mass of manly lion scent that hung heavily about the place, and I wondered why I enjoyed the smell so much. I noticed that Ben had dropped his gunboat sized shoes on the base of the stairs, and I did the same before following him upstairs. As I emerged I saw immediately that his apartment was surprisingly Spartan with only a few, very high quality things inside of it.

Over a ledge to my left was the living room with a single, fancy and soft looking leather couch that sat behind a simple black coffee table. Across the room was a fireplace set beside a fifty-something inch LED TV; complete with an Xbox nestled in the TV stand that matched the black coffee table perfectly. There was small, yet sizable (for an apartment) open kitchen to the right, and what I thought was supposed to be a dining area to the left. Instead of any kind of dining room set up, there was a pair of desktops on separate desks. One was glowing with green LEDs and humming away quietly as it booted up, while the other sat silently and looked much less advanced. The desk that it sat on was covered in scattered papers and notebooks and there was a pile of clothes beside it. Probably for business or research or whatever Anthropology professors do.

"Is that system as nice as it looks?" I asked while Ben rummaged through the fridge.

"Much nicer. I booted it so you could check it out." He stood and turned around to face me. He'd already unbuttoned his shirt and I could see his huge pecks pressing against his tight V-neck undershirt. He was smiling broadly as was his nature and he handed me a beer. "I knew you'd be interested." I grabbed the beer through the opening that an open kitchen set-up provided and headed to the computer that had just finished it's boot sequence. I was about to ask what his password was when I clicked the user icon and found that there was none.

"You live alone?" I noticed how starkly empty the walls where; just like the walls in my own apartment.

"Yup." He said without a trace of sadness. He moved up behind me and leaned in over my shoulder resting one hand on it. "Go ahead." I pulled up his system specs and started coughing as I read.

"I just upgraded."

"Holy bat shit." I laughed looking at his numbers. "You're fancy ass doesn't even use HDD's anymore, huh? Must be nice to have money like that. What graphics card is in there?"

"SLI'd 680s."

"You bastard."

He laughed loudly again. "It's entirely unnecessary. There's not a game in existence that needs that kind of horsepower, but five years from now I'll probably still be playing benchmark games on decent settings."

"I'm truly jealous." We spent a few minutes going over his game library on steam and otherwise. I continued to shake my head and voice my amazement at how much of a gamer he was despite his age and profession. At one point I nearly thought If only he was a girl. And then I realized it didn't matter any more. There was no difference; I could be in a relationship with someone as crazy about video games and technology as I was.

"Oh shit, your hand. I'm so sorry." Ben rushed away to his freezer and I held up my swollen hand.

"Holy crap, I actually forgot." The pain came back as my brain remembered to register it. He smashed a bag of frozen vegetables enough times that it could easily be wrapped around my hand. He handed me the bag and I laid it on my swollen hand.

"Come one." He said and headed for the couch. He sat down taking up half of the full length sofa. Suddenly nervous, I followed him and sat down as he turned on the TV. "Listen buddy, If you just want to crash here tonight and do nothing else, I'm perfectly fine with it. Just promise that even if that's what you do, we can at least play some games online some time."

I looked at him surprised. "Well, honestly I was hoping we could do more than that 'some time'. I'm just sort of out of my element here." He looked pleased by my response.

"Come here." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and pulled the two of us together. He patted it fondly as we both stared at, but didn't really watch the TV. I found myself watching him breathe more than the screen and eventually my eyes faded down to his groin. I realized suddenly that he had a sizable lump there that trailed like a pipe up to his stomach. My own stomach turned and turned in nervous excitement until I finally convinced myself to go for it.

"Been a while?" I asked. He followed my eyes, and laughed his embarrassment. His baritone chuckling shook my shoulder where it leaned against him. _ _

_"_I was wondering whether you'd notice. Sorry about that buddy. Feel free to ignore it." There was no way that was happening. I could feel my pants getting tighter as my groin started to mirror his.

"I'd rather not." I dropped the frozen veggies on the table and reached out with my injured hand to try and unbutton his pants. My left arm was trapped between us and he was still squeezing me inward.

"Here" He said eagerly, and undid them himself. I repositioned myself to get free use of my other hand and pulled his jeans apart revealing the briefs beneath that were doing a horrible job of concealing his swollen hard-on. I reached out and gingerly pulled the briefs down from the bottom half of his erection that they were actually covering until Ben's entire package was revealed. His cock arched free of it's confines and stood proudly in the air just above his jutting belly. Dark fur the shade of his mane flowed down from under his shirt to cover the base of his cock and coat his enormous balls.

That was what surprised me the most. His balls were absolutely huge, and I saw as I looked at them why his kind were the KINGs of the jungle. I'd apparently been staring for a while because Ben asked "You okay?" with genuine concern.

"Yeah." I assured him. "It's just...big. Bigger than I thought." I felt suddenly scared and even more nervous now that I saw the massive tool before me.

"Listen the offer still stands that-" I cut him off by grabbing aggressively onto his cock just below the head started pumping it. "Whoa" he sounded his surprise and leaned back suddenly, thrusting his hips forward and making his shaft look even more impressive. I used both hands to work him up and down. It felt meaty and firm in my hands, and even though Ben was the one I was jerking off I felt like my cock was about to explode inside of my pants.

Ben reached around my shoulders behind me, and suddenly pulled my t-shirt up over my head. I was forced to relinquish my grip on his cock to get my shirt off, and he whistled his appreciation as he took in my build. "Damn." He said wistfully. He grabbed a thick tuft of my chest fur and gently pushed me back so that I was lying on his couch with my legs still hanging down to the side. My heart pounded loudly in my ears as I watched him shrug off his button down shirt so that he was only wearing the tight undershirt. His cock swayed as he leaned forward and started to undo the button and zipper on my jeans.

I breathed hard and shivered in nervousness. I knew that he was about to be the first person to see my cock completely erect. I wondered what his reaction would be. He pulled my pants down to my hips and instead of pulling down my boxers, he reached boldly through the hole in the front and laced my rock hard erection through it. He looked happy about what he saw, and wasted no time in leaning in and taking most of it's length into his mouth. I gasped at the start of my first blowjob. It felt amazing. The soft, moist warmth of his mouth was like nothing I'd ever imagined. His rough tongue worked expertly over and around my tip. I felt his fuzzy mane pressing against my legs, boxers, and stomach as he quietly sucked away.

He massaged my balls through my boxers as I writhed in sheer pleasure beneath him. I tried to fight it, but I could feel my climax rising quickly as he toyed at my cock with his tongue.

"Ben, I'm gonna cum." I warned. He reached up and pressed one big hand down in my chest, took the entire length of my shaft into his mouth and squeezed my balls with renewed vigor. I grunted and gritted my teeth to keep myself quiet as I shot my load into his waiting throat. I groaned over and over, shaking and pushing against his hand; blind with pleasure. I had no idea my body could feel so good.

After a few moments Ben raised his head, still smiling and without a trace of cum. "How was it." He was still wearing his glasses which made me laugh.

"Like nothing I've never felt."

"I'm glad." I looked at his still hard cock.

"I don't know if I can..." I said when I thought about sucking his dick in return.

He tried not to look disappointed. "It's okay. I understand it's not for everyone." he leaned back into his seat, and I could already see that his cock was starting to deflate. He started to pull his pants back up.

"Fuck me." I said. He froze and looked my way. "Please."

"Are you sure? I'm not exactly beginner sized." I could already see that his cock was back at full mast, and he was not lying about his size. I pulled my boxers down to my pants and then dropped them both to the floor.

"I'm sure."

"Okay, hold on." He hurriedly jumped to his feat, and stepped out of his own pants. I watched him rush into the room adjacent to the kitchen and then hurry back out with a white tube in his right hand. I found my eyes watching his huge penis bobbing up and down and his balls swing freely as he speed walked back to the couch. He handed me the tube and pulled off his shirt. I was looking down at the tube and realized that it was lube. When I looked back up, Ben was completely naked.

If I hadn't already been fully erect, my cock would have jumped to life. The dark fur of his mane traced all the way down from his face to cover the center of his chest in thick brown fur. It thinned out and lead all the way over his somewhat round stomach before breaking and surrounding his cock. His chest was huge and covered with shaggy tan fur even where the dark brown mane-colored fur didn't cover.

I looked up at his handsome face and saw how self-conscious he was about his body. "Holy shit." I said, clearly appreciative of his form the same way that he was of mine. He seemed happier, and reached out with his right hand. I gave him the lube. He made that circle shape in the air with his finger that meant I should turn around. I did, and put myself on all fours with my ass in the air facing him. My heart was pounding too fast to stop again. The mass of butterflies in my stomach refused to subside as I waited there like an idiot with my bare ass in the air.

I felt Ben get onto the couch behind me and I looked back to see that he was on both knees behind me. Under my hanging cock I caught a glimpse of his, and wondered how in the hell I was supposed to find room for that in my body. I felt something warm and solid press up against my tight pucker. Since I was looking at his dick, I knew it had to be one of his fingers. He gently pressed against my hole from a few different directions, spreading lube and preparing me for penetration. My heart continued to pound as the moment drew nearer.

"You ready buddy?" He asked.

"Go ahead." I said quickly. He pressed his thick finger straight on and slipped it inside me. I tensed at the pain, but breathed my way through it. I felt his left hand pulling my cheeks apart as he pushed one of his right hand's fingers deeper and deeper into me. Before he reached his limit, the pain subsided as waves of pleasure took over. I felt him prodding at my prostate and my balls jumped; tightening up against my body. A groan of pleasure escaped me and I relaxed enough to rest my head against the couch cushion.

Ben's deep chuckle made me grin as he pulled his finger back a few inches only to push it forward again. I reached up to play with my dick with my good hand, but Ben pushed it away and began to pump my hard cock himself as he fingered me with increasing speed. "Oh wow." I breathed, amazed by what I'd been missing. After a few minutes, I felt Ben retract his finger and his hand from me. I propped up on my elbows and looked back again. I heard the faint squirting noise as he applied clumps of lube to his dick. The butterflies returned and I tensed up as I prepared for what I knew was going to painful, at least initially.

He grabbed onto my balls briefly and played with them a little. "You completely sure? You're ready for this?" he asked.

"For fuck sake, yes." His familiar laugh prepared me as he scooted up close behind me.

"Here we go." He said. I felt the warm and rock solid pressure of the head of his cock pressing against my stretched out hole. This isn't so bad I thought as he started to push his way in. A few moments past and I could still feel my ass stretching wider and wider and it started to hurt. "Shit." I grunted unintentionally. Ben stopped. I immediately started to back myself up before he could ask if I was okay. "Come on." I looked back and saw his balls approaching mine. I breathed deeply, focusing on making it through the pain to the intense pleasure that I knew would come next. Finally I felt the thick pubic fur press against my rear, and the his balls pushing up behind mine - dwarfing them.

He leaned forward and put his fuzzy weight on my back until I felt his face right next to mine. "You okay?" His voice shook through his body and into mine.

"Just give it a second." I conceded, and he did. We sat like that for at least a minute before the pain subsided and I started to feel comfortable. I told him to go ahead, and he postured up until he was using his hands on the back side of my shoulders to hold some of his weight. He started to pull back and I found myself feeling sad at the resulting emptiness. Slowly and steadily he pulled out until only the tip was still inside. He then smoothly pushed forward. This time I felt sheer ecstasy.

I felt him fill me up with his warmth and I couldn't be happier. I yelped my joy and clutched at his couch, an embarrassingly feminine thing to do. I didn't care, and neither did he. He hilted again and held it there for a few moments. He then started to fuck me properly. Slowly at first he moved in and out putting pressure on my prostate and making me groan every time he hilted. Soon he built up some steam and was grunting the same as I was. His balls swung up and slapped against mine loudly as he started to pound away.

My subdued noises of pleasure grew louder, and so did his. We went at it for a few minutes that felt like years. My cock jumped beneath me with every thrust, wanting to shoot another load, but somehow holding it off. Suddenly he stopped, and without pulling out of me grabbed me beneath my arm pits and rolled me slowly over onto my back. He leaned down putting more and more weight on top of me and folding my legs upward until he could reach all the way around my back. Then he pulled me up into the air and resumed fucking me. "Oh shit." I almost shouted. How could just a change of position make the act even more pleasurable.

With every thrust I felt his thick fur press against the bottom of my sack and I watched the impressive feat of strength as his biceps and shoulders strained to keep me airborne. Sheer focus and glee was apparent on his sweaty face. He began to purr loudly and violently enough that it seemed to shake all the way through his cock into me.

"Fuck." I hissed and grabbed onto my aching cock. I pumped it for only a few seconds before I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Torrents of cum shot from my cock covering me in my own seed. This sent Ben over the edge. He roared and emptied his balls into me. The sheer heat and pressure of the act pushed my orgasm to yet another level as I fired round after round of cum into the air. I fought to catch my breathe as Ben gently sat me down on the couch and pulled himself out.

He breathed as heavily as I did, and had to sit back on the couch. He was now in the seat that I'd started in, and I was lying on my back with my legs up in the air like a retard. I stretched them out and rested them on Ben's lap. We sat there for a few minutes just breathing and recovering. "You okay?" He asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"My ass hurts." I said truthfully and we both started laughing.

"Damn. I should have laid out some towels." He said suddenly. I noticed then that we'd just ruined his couch.

"Shit Ben, I'm so sorry." I sat up and found him waving me off.

"I'm the experienced one here. The blame is on me." He easily lifted my legs and stood up to stretch. I watched him with a stupid grin on my face. We took a shower together with only minor grab-assary occurring before we sat around and talked for a while. I told him I didn't want to define anything yet because it was all still a bit weird for me. That being said I'd love to see him again, and try to figure it all out. He didn't seem bothered by my choice, and we exchanged numbers.

After that, it seemed silly for me to sleep on his couch so we shared his huge king sized bed and slept off what was left of our intoxication. When I finally woke up, there was already breakfast cooking in the kitchen and sunlight shining through the open window behind his bed. After we ate on his couch that was now covered in towels (a bit too late) he drove me back to my apartment.

"You've got to understand, I don't really have company that often. It's going to be a bit nasty in there." I said, giving Ben the disclaimer for how messy my apartment was going to be.

His perpetual grin broadened. "I really don't mind. Honestly you caught my apartment in the cleanest state it's been in in probably the last year or so." When my apartment came into view, I noticed immediately that there was a pair of police cars parked out in front.

I cursed. "That can't be good." Ben pulled us up and parked a few space down from the door that I indicated as mine. The cops were no where to be seen, and I tried to tell myself they were here for someone else. I didn't live in the best neighborhood, so that was completely plausible. "May as well head up."

Ben nodded and we exited. My apartment had a shared hallway on the first and second floor where three rooms branched off on each side. My heart sank when we spotted four cops standing in the hallway talking to one of my neighbors. The problem was that they were talking to Mrs. Dorant who was an 85 year old widow who lived alone on the aid of all of us; her neighbors. She saw me as I entered, and tried not to draw any attention in my direction. Still one of the police looked at the doorway and spotted me.

"Sir." He said loudly and walked my way. "Are you Derrik Herron?"

"Yeah." I said, knowing what came next.

"You're under arrest for the assault of Bradley Iterat." After that it was all a blur. Ben argued with them for a split second before they cited obstruction of justice. They cuffed me, read me my rights, and put me in the back of one of their cruisers. I had little to say, and was only vaguely aware of all that was happening. I caught Ben's sad eyes as we pulled away, and I was overwhelmed by regret at not telling him what I really felt; that I was crazy about him, and wanted to be in a relationship. Instead I'd let fear guide me, like always, and now who knew when I'd get the chance to let him know.