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Hit and Run

** **"Hey."

He never gave me the time to think as he barged open the bedroom door hard enough for it to swing fully back and forth, closing behind him with a loud slam. My first reaction was that I was going to be beaten up, I mean, he's a hockey player. I don't mean to stereotype, but they are brutal and mean sometimes that they become bullies... right?

He pushes me, my back pounding into the wall behind me and being brutally squished as this large Bull pushes his entire body against my front and trapping me, my wrists pinned above my head by one of his large hands and his other tugging at my belt, loosening its tight grip around my waist.

He really wants it today, usually we go slower than this but by the way his quick hand down there is moving, I'd say he's pretty much ready to skip the foreplay and teasing. Of course, it makes me sad, but I really like him so I'll just let it play out. He's so perfect, so muscular and tight around the chest that it turns me on more just looking at it.

He doesn't like kissing, that's rule number 1. Though, he likes biting, especially when he reaches down and does that one thing like... Oh... Oh god...

He growls and buries his face into my throat and begins to bite the tender part below my jaw, taking nothing prisoner on this Lemur body of mine. My tail and legs squirm under me and just by that my body feelings start to explore what I can sense on me. His boner, hard and large, is rubbing against my stomach, his hips thrusting short small pushes against me and making me moan in response. God he's ready...

"Lift your legs. Both of them," He growls into the space behind my ears and I comply immediately, wrapping my legs around his large waist and feeling his large hand finally getting the pants undone. God... This is so hot... I'm panting so hard that I'm glad my parents aren't home right now to hear me. Their on vacation in the south, so that leaves the house to myself and--

"Oh, Eric..." I moan his name as he tugs my backside pants down to expose my ass, the cold air brushing my fur and tickling me a little, which makes me gasp in response and get even more turned on than I should.

"Don't talk..." He murmurs.

That's rule number 2. For some reason he doesn't like it when I talk to him--dirty or otherwise. Apparently it gets him turned off when he hears sound from someone he's just fucking. Whatever, I'm sure it's not that big of a deal. He still keeps coming back to me so he knows I like him and I know he likes...

Oh god... His hand that loosened my pants has just worked on his zipper. His cock is against me now, ready.

For a heartbeat we just remain there, exposed in out lust and left to wait for the most exciting moment ever. This was my favorite part, where he's exposed and turned on enough that I just want his big length inside me. My muscles clench and my tight Lemur hole is craving it, screaming for it to come in and bury itself into its original spot.

He thrusts heavily into me and I moan loudly, his large member stretching me wide and it even makes me whine a little, but I stifle most of it. I am almost used to it, just not that much. The feeling of being too full can sometimes be the best part, but also the painful part too.

I like being on the bed when we do this, it's more passionate that way for us. I don't know why we're doing this against the wall, but there's a new for everyone... Right?

Eric goes to my senior science class and he's also my lab partner. The teacher paired us up one time a while back and, hey, we sort of hit it off as good science buddies. We get good grades in science class, hence why were always science buddies. It wasn't until 4 months ago he and I started to... expand our studies. Eventually he found out I was gay through a buddy who knew me personally and started acting weird. He would be cold, quiet, and the weirdest of all... Observant.

On the day we expanded our studies, I dropped my pencil by accident. It landed between his legs and when I moved to get it... well... you get the point.

I'm not going to lie, I like him. Eric is truly an amazing guy but... He hasn't responded any feelings back to me. He keeps coming back to me, though. That's a good sign... Right?

He growls and goes ball deep quickly, feeling them slapping against me hard and it just makes him want more. Something about dominant guys really makes them excited when they find out the person they're making love to can be able to take them fully. And believe me; it takes practice for this hockey player.

"I'm close." His breath hitches when he thrusts quicker, each pound a devastatingly beautiful feeling.

I try to bring my hand down to touch myself but it's virtually impossible with this platinum grip he has me in. His hand still has them locked above me as he grinds his hips into me, sliding in, out, in, out, in--OH GOD, YES!

He zips up his pants and looks down at me. I haven't moved from where he set me down as I'm panting hardly, watching him cautiously with my brown eyes and admiring the beautiful beast in front of me. His brown fur shines brightly, though that could just be the sweat, and his bulky body is just something I could paint on a canvas. But let's be honest, no one could make this detail on him that amazing as just looking at him.

He sighs and mutters a goodbye and opens my bedroom door but something in my stomach builds like a wildfire and forces me to speak, "Wait!"

For a second, it was like he never heard me, but then he stilled and turned. Slagging his shoulders he says, "What?"

"Love you..."

He looks at me for a second, his face twisted into a look of disgust and shock. "Excuse me?"

Suddenly, the wildfire turns into a bad feeling, "Love you." I repeat slowly, my voice quieter and cautious than the last message.

He stands there and suddenly the awkward silence fills the room. His nostrils flare and his eyes cold enough to bore bullet holes in my heart. That's the first time I said 'I love you' to him before. I should feel happy that I did this... Right?

"Chris, we're not in a relationship. We're just fucking, nothing more. You're just my fuck-buddy, alright? I'm not gay... Clean yourself up, man, I gotta head to practice. I'll text you later."

And he leaves me.

On the floor of my bedroom, half naked and exposed.

Alone, abandoned, and suddenly shattered.

Tears swell up in my eyes, but I refuse to cry. I'm just a hit and run for him so I shouldn't cry, really. It's nothing I should be sad about, were science partners... that's it...

Right?