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Mark was my first love; my only love. I had dated girls and none of them made me feel the way I did about Mark. We were so mismatched, but I would do anything to make it work with him. There isn't a wolf on earth that could fill his shoes.

We met back in middle school. I've never handled changes well, and going from elementary school to middle school was huge for my teenage brain. I was so nervous I forgot half of my school supplies. I felt like I would lose it when the teacher asked the class to get out our pencils and notebooks for an assignment. I searched quietly and frantically through my book bag praying that I had just hidden it from myself somewhere.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped a little. The wolf sitting next to me looked me right in the eyes with actual concern.

"Are you ok?" Mark said.

"Yeah, no, I-I just..."

"I have some paper if you need some."

"Would you? Thank you so much!"

The teacher scolded us in front of God and everybody. Then Mark gave me a few sheets of loose leaf paper and a pencil. For that day he was my savior. He made me laugh and let me sit with him at lunch. All of a sudden, middle school wasn't so big and scary.

I had my first drink with Mark. In 8th grade I was at his house while his parents were away. He took me to the kitchen and pulled a big bottle of vodka from the freezer.

"When I was a little kid," He said. "I thought this was the coolest thing because it never froze. Now I like it even better!" We both laughed. He tipped the bottle back and grimaced as he handed it to me. I paused for a moment and did the same. It burned the holy hell out of my throat and I could feel warmth in my belly.

"Now I know why they call it tipsy." I said as I felt my body wobble a little. Mark laughed and it felt great to feel his approval and the ethanol molecules wash over my brain. We went back to his room and he flopped on the bed.

"Feels....great, doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah." I said, but then my food dug under the edge of a rug and I fell forward, arms flailing. I landed on Mark with an Oof. That was our first moment of intimacy. Our lips just centimeters apart made me feel funny.

"You-you smell like coconuts!" He said.

I jumped up as quickly as I could and almost fell again. "Oh, sorry." I managed to spit out. "And thank you."

"I love coconuts." He said as he sat up.

"Yeah?" I laughed. "Me too!"

When we started high school he came out of the closet. Not entirely, he had some family that went to the same school and he wasn't ready to tell them just yet.

"I'm...gay." He said to me after lunch one day. I didn't know what to say. I was surprised, but not in the conventional sense. I was surprised that he told me. I admitted I had those feelings too and I didn't know that you could just tell people.

He laughed. "Well yeah! I've wanted to tell you for the longest time. I kind of like you."

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes." He blushed.

"Would you like to be my...boyfriend?" I wanted to shiver when I said boyfriend.

He actually didn't say yes. He just hugged me tightly. From then we dated on and off. We had our fair share of drama and break-ups with and apart from each other. No matter how many times we strayed we always found our way back to each other. I wished we could just get our shit together and make it work.

Now I stood there wishing for the same comfort that had been so graciously given to me all those years ago. The tightness of his arms only made my feelings worse. I sobbed quietly in the moonlight.

"You can't move. I need you." I said into his shoulder.

"I know Yuki." He said, his own voice breaking.

"But why?" I said.

"My parents found out about us. I'm not sure how, but they're sending me to live with some family up north."

"You can't..." Was all I could say.

"I want one last night with you." He said as he sniffled and wiped tears from his face.

"Me too." I buried my face further into his chest.

He took my hand and guided me back to my house. He helped me up a tree and followed me through my bedroom window. The romantics commenced and we kissed like one-of-us-is-dying-so-let's-make-the-most-of-this-sex was about to happen. Clothes didn't last long. We were under the covers and fondling each other in no time. The warmth of our bodies made it feel as if things actually were getting steamy.

"Oh God it's hot." Mark said as he flipped off the covers and all the cool air rushed in. With our newfound comfort we continued to stroke each other's growing cocks. When I knew we were both ready I pulled away from the kiss. He tried to move in further but I placed a musky finger against his lips.

"I want to try something." I said.

"Really? What?"

"I saw it on the internet." I chuckled.

I laid him out and assumed the position above him with my cock draped over his lips. I dragged my nose over his length and the tip a nice lick.

"Mmm," He said. "I know this one. It's called a 69."

"Mmhmm." I said as I worked down his wolfhood to the base. My own dick was wrapped in a moist cocoon of teeth and tongue, but he expertly avoided any discomfort on my end. I sucked down as much as my muzzle would allow. I wanted to gag but the thought of letting him down made me dig deep and push through.

His musky scent was right in front of my nose and intoxicated me. I swallowed his sticky pre and licked his furry sack. I stroked his thighs and buried my face in the warm pocket while pre continued to leak out and make my throat and chin sticky. He rubbed my ass cheeks apart and stretched my tailhole just a little. I returned to his dick when he rubbed my crotch and started to insert fingers into me. The pressure and added sensation put me further towards the edge.

The flavorful notes of his seed swirled in my mouth and danced on my tongue. The flow thickened a bit and I pulled back with a slurp. I wrapped my paw around the thick meat and jerked as I kissed the tip to work my prize from the depths of his testes. He shot directly at my nose and I opened my muzzle for the girth of the milky "blast.

Moans turned to "Mmm's" while my dick explored the deepness of his throat. He tried to stretch me out and poke at my prostate while I licked his cum from my chin. I felt my foxy seed pour out and he happily took it down his throat and into his stomach. We cleaned each other thoroughly. Not a drop was wasted.

We cuddled all night. There was no chance in hell I would waste our time sleeping. The sun rose and the threat of either of my parents walking in again came to my mind. We stood by the window and the morning sun made our tears more apparent.

"I guess this is goodbye." Mark said.

"There's nothing good about it." I said. Mark smiled and chuckled softly. He took me into his arms and I broke down a little. I sucked it up and caught my breath.

"Goodbye" I said.

"Goodbye." He repeated.

Then he left. He climbed out and disappeared. My brain said it would be for forever, but my heart said "Dammit, we'll find him."