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Walk With Me, Not So Close

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This story contains acts of male on male faggotry, and if you do not like these kinds of acts, I suggest you leave unless you wish to expand your erotic palette.

Chapter Two: Testing, One Two Three, Testing... Is This Thing On? Hello? Hello!?

Reidan

My god, how could I have been so stupid..? It's after school now, and yet still, all I can think about is him... Allen... We had stayed together for the rest of the school day, and I cannot help but hate myself for being taken in so easily by his charms... How did I even become... attracted... to him... Attracted? Is that the right word? I don't think I'm gay, but.. This is pretty solid evidence that I may be.

But then there's the issue about me not wanting to be loved, because being loved ends up with being hurt, no matter what. Yeah it might be fun for the first few weeks or months or so, but sooner or later everything catches up to you and you're left brokenhearted and depressed. That's what my experiences have taught me over the years.

It's not that I don't want to be loved... It's that I'm just absolutely scared to death of it! Love is a crazy feel... It feels like you're a balloon made of rocks, and you need someone else to help hold you up, or else you'll just crash down to the ground again. Personally, I'd like it if I could just stay on the ground, never going higher than I can jump. There's no way I'd get hurt like that.

Ugh... I slapped my forehead with my paw, and sighed heavily. I feel so goddamn complicated. Who did that song? "Why d'ya have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else and making me frustrated..." I think it was Avril Lavinge. Why do songwriters seem to know those things... I feel like my emotions are in a washing machine!

I sigh again. I'm at home, laying on my bed, feeling like my insides are part of a butter churn. I know that being with Allen will do nothing but cause pain and ache and hurt and strife for me, but it feels so right to be with him! I can't stand how confused I feel...

I sigh and roll off my bed, climbing underneath the silken sheets and nestling into my cocoon, like an exhausted silk worm, ready to sleep after expelling everything that others deem as precious. Emotions and thoughts, secrets and whatnots... I just relax and try to let it all flow out of me... all my stress; I just try to let it drip out my fingertips, to seep out of my soul. Like tears without crying, I just want to let it all go.

I thought about what had happened earlier...

Allen and I had spent the day talking to each other, and I shared a lot of things about myself with him.

I told him how much I love the ocean, and how much I love the sunset. I told him about how much I love to read, and about how much I love to walk in the forest. I love nature, I love drawing, I love singing, I love music. I love fish, I love apples, I love food in general. I didn't tell him any history, though. That stuff is too deep.

And he told me a bit about himself

He came from a bad home, unfortunately. He didn't tell me much. He told me that he liked swimming, and that he played waterpolo. Looking at him, I did not doubt it. Sometime during the day, an aide from the office came and gave Allen a piece of paper. It was a schedule change, and now he had all of the same classes as me. At the time, I thought it was amazing, and that it was one of the best things ever to happen to me.

But when it was over, and we were standing in front of each other at the end of the day. The last two periods had gone by, the both of us probably had aching hard erections, I know I did, and we kissed softly before parting ways, in front of everyone. I had given him my number, in the hopes that he would call. Now, I wasn't too sure I wanted him to.

Now that I've been brought down from the emotional high, the arousal that I had felt when I was within his presence, I just feel so utterly drained, I ruminated. I feel like I don't really want this now, but that's silly... It's been all that I've ever wanted since that bullying campaign. Those people who made my life hell way back then... All I've ever wanted was to feel loved, and Allen makes me feel like that... But... I've felt like that before, and it didn't end well... I stare at the ceiling and come to the conclusion that it's time to do some serious soul-searching... But not today. I need to sleep... I turn over and close my eyes, sighing softly and falling into a deep, dream-filled sleep, full of golden eyes and midnight blue fur.

Allen

What a strange day... I'm in no way complaining about how it went, don't get me wrong! But still, that's not at all how I had imagined this first day at school would go. I felt like I was a different person then... Like Reidan had made me be someone who I didn't think I would be at first, but enjoyed being when I was with him. I felt like I could forget everything bad that had happened to me, even if only for an instant.

I smile softly as I walk home, wondering just how tarnished my reputation will be now that I have kissed the kid that no one liked, in front of everyone else.

Now that I think about it, Mr. Munroe seemed oddly... okay... with me and Reidan getting a little freaky in the halls. Apparently okay enough with it that he changed my schedule to match Reidan's exactly. I wonder why? And now that I think about it - was it just me or did he seem... happy? Happy that I had planned on dropping Reidan's sexy skinny jeans and fucking him against that wall at school? How odd! Mr. Munroe is a curious one.

I shrugged and smiled, enjoying the fresh fall air as I continued to walk. The street system that I take to get home isn't paved all that well, and there's no sidewalks, but it's nothing that some tough footpads like mine can't handle. The only thing I really have to look out for is broken glass. How embarrassing it would be if, despite my new foster parents' scolding to put shoes on, I came home with a gash in my feet!

I wonder how they're doing... Tricia and Bailey are quite the pair; they're like a dynamic duo. It kind of makes me wonder why two lesbians would want a male foster child who's almost an adult. Maybe they were tight on cash?

Whilst lost in my own musings, my ears swivel and I hear some kind of awful rap music, blasting out of the speakers of someone's car way too loudly. I turn my head and see a white car pulling up behind me, and the whole style of the car, as in what kind of car it is, the music pouring out of it, and the way it's being driven, just screams 'douchebag'. It pulls up to me as I'm walking and keeps pace. Inside are three people. The driver is some skinny grey wolf who honestly looks like the twink that some burly equine fucked senseless in one of the more recent pornos I watched. I vaguely recall his name. Chad, or something. The other two furs in the car, who I have not yet met, are one stout and mean-looking raccoon, and a proud, muscular sharkman who, in all honestly, nearly rivals me in build and body. Paying them no mind, I address the driver.

"Hey Chad, what's up?" I say nonchalantly, continuing my pace

"We heard what you did to that sleazy little Siamese. Props to you!" the twinky wolf breaks out into a wolfish grin (surprise, surprise) as he says it. I shake my head mentally but smile.

"Someone had to do it," I say. It's a neutral statement; you can use it when you have abso-fucking-lutely no idea what someone's talking about and carry on the conversation just a little bit longer until you get more context clues. No one ever really suspects it.

"Yeah, I heard from Victoria that she saw you molesting the little fucker in the hallway, way to make him shit himself!" He let out a cackle that, if I wasn't sure of his breed, would have made me think he was a hyena. The raccoon and sharkman stay silent and stoic.

I tilt my head, begging more details as to what exactly he thought went on. "Molesting?"

The wolf grins, nodding, "Yeah, you fucking kissed that prick and now everyone thinks he's gay! Serves him right, for being such an antisocial freak! And it's not just his personality that's weird, it's most things about him, like his eyes. So fucking creepy!"

I almost stop walking, but catch myself and continue. "You think I did that to bully him?" I flick my tail in an almost chiding manner, and the wolf points at me and laughs, elbowing the sharkman next to him. Upon closer sniffing, the car smells like weed, and it seems like Chad is so high off his ass, his shits would have to call Collect to know when it's time to drop.

"Sure ya did! Why else would you fucking kiss that maniac? What, are you gay?" He laughs more and elbows the shark again. He grunts and moves the wolf's elbow away from his side politely.

I follow up his question and answer him while he's still nudging the shark. "Yes." I say it in such a way, though, that the wolf doesn't hear me, timing it right so that his high ass won't hear the added syllable to his laugh. The shark however, does notice it, and turns to look at me with an incredulous, almost reverent look. Maybe he's in the closet?

In any case, the wolf stops laughing and sticks his paw out the window in a clenched fist. I casually bump paws with him and he drives off with a wave, saying it would be good to see "what other stunts you pull on that pussy."

I just shake my head and continue walking, taking out my new phone to marvel at the first phone number I'd received from a friend, ever.

Reidan's.

Reidan

Ugh! Sleep can be so annoying sometimes! I've been laying here, as quiet and still as I possibly can be for the better part of half an hour, and I cannot get to sleep yet. Sometimes I really don't think I'm as feline as I should be. Most felines can take naps whenever they want. That's kind of why they're called cat naps. But not me! Nope.

Exasperated chiefly at nothing, I sigh and roll onto my back, looking up at the ceiling again. There was no homework assigned for the night, otherwise I'd have done it already. I'm not going to brag that I'm smart, but I definitely retain a lot of the information that I read, and I would be fairly stupid if I did not think that my information retention and love of reading are not connected.

I'm completely and utterly bored. But the strange thing is that I've been doing what I normally do after school. I normally just laze about. Why do I suddenly feel bored now, when I'm doing something that has been a habit for quite some time?

Soooo many questions... I wish my brain came with an instruction manual.

It just seems like time is going so slow, now that I could have something or someone to look forward to.. Even if I'm not entirely sure that I want to look forward to him..

Why the hell did I even give him my phone number in the first place?? I take my phone off of my nightstand and stare at the blank screen, as if simply by looking at it, the device would spring to life with good tidings.

When it actually started to vibrate in my hand because of an incoming call half a second later, I was so intensely startled that I cried out and dropped it on my face, particularly my nose. A word of advice. Don't hit people in the nose with a phone. It hurts a little.

One disoriented scramble to recover it later, and I'm staring at a picture of that burly, brawny, strapping, virile, red-blooded panther who may as well be the pinnacle of any man's dreams in reference to the goals they should have concerning their health and appearance. I feel really, really gay thinking about that, and to be honest my sheath stirs a little - something it has not done in quite a long time in response to anything other than porn (and even then a reaction is subtle at best) - at the sight of such a studly man.

I'm stuck there thinking about it so much, that the call nearly goes to voicemail, and I have to scramble again to answer it.

"H-hello!?" I stammer, worried I'd lost the call. My heart was racing for some reason! A cheery laugh greets me from the phone's speaker.

"Heheheh! You sound worried... Afraid I wouldn't call?" Allen asked. I could hear his smirk, and I blushed a little, even though it was just a phone call. Me! Blushing! Over a silly phone call! Preposterous... and yet it was happening. I swallowed; my mouth seemed incredibly dry all of a sudden.

"A-actually, I kind of was worried... that you wouldn't call..." I confess it to him because lying wouldn't get me anywhere. Whereas earlier today when I met this man, I would have shown him the blades on my tongue, and demonstrated how they could whistle through the air and lacerate other peoples' egos with ease, I now felt very disdainful at the thought of lying to him... But why? He's a jock. I hate jocks. Ergo I should hate him. But I don't. Why?

"You still there, Reidan?" The phone whispers the words to me, breaking me out of my reverie.

"Hwuh.. huh? I'm sorry, what?" I quickly try to regain my composure.

He merely laughs, saying, "I said 'do you want to hang out tonight?' But you were spacing out or something, so I guess you didn't hear me. Whatcha thinkin about?" I can hear the smile in his voice agai--

Wait.. Hang out? Tonight? My brain does a complete 'Wat' on itself and is paralyzed. Reidan's brain is paralyzed! It can't move!

Somehow I manage to regain enough control over my faculties to stammer out a response before the silence becomes awkward. "T-tonight??"

"Yeah, that's what I said. So how about it?"

My brain trips over itself. "You mean like... in a few hours?"

"Well, I don't think you're the kind of guy who likes to go out at night too often... so maybe even right now. I don't know. Where do you live?"

I blurt out the lamest response ever. "In my house."

Reidan's brain is confused!

"Oh. Well. I don't think you'd be living in your trees, so.."

It hurt itself in its confusion!

"I mean, I uh... I live in my house... close to school?" Desperately trying to cover up my blunder.

It doesn't work.

"Are you feeling okay?? If you don't want to, that's okay... I mean, it's kind of odd, but..." he trails off.

Reidan's brain is out of moves! It struggles, is hit with recoil, and faints!

"... You know, I'm just going to say okay. I'd love to hang out with you tonight, today, whatever." I give him my address, and he says he'll be over in a while. It turns out he lives only a few blocks away.

"Great! I'll see you in a little while!" He hangs up.

Huh.

Reidan's brain was overthinking and making everything all awkward.

Maybe it should stay fainted.

Allen

I'll admit, not the weirdest phone call I've ever had... but damn that was odd. It's like the kid's never been out on a date befo--Epiphany.

I facepaw myself repeatedly. "Ugh! Allen, you idiot! Of course he's never been on a date before! The kid can barely make friends!" I berate myself heavily for this impasse. How stupid can I get? I mean... Yes, he's beautiful, but he's no social butterfly. The kid's probably still a virgin, too... unlike...

No. I stop myself. I'm not going to be thinking about that tonight. It would just put me in a funk and make Reidan worry... maybe. I honestly have no idea if he would. It would be nice if he would, that much I know, but I can't be certain. I barely know him.

That's the lovely thing about going out on a date with someone, though, getting to know them. I shrug and rub my forehead, I really ought to stop facepawing so hard.

I get off my bed and look in the mirror, wondering if I should dress up, or just dress like I meant that I was going to just go and 'hang out'. I decide to back a grip full of a change of clothes and stuff. I don't know why I did it, either. In fact, I'd probably look really stupid, just showing up to his house with a grip, as if I expected to stay the night. I nearly leave it home, but some sense of intuition tugs at the back of my brain, and I take it with me anyways after adding a swimsuit to the mix. And I don't mean a swimsuit as in swim trunks. I mean a swimsuit like the thongs bodybuilders wear. I mean a speedo that matches the color of my fur.

And so I'm jogging with my grip slung over my shoulder, having given a brief explanation on where I'd be going to my foster moms, who eyed my duffle back dubiously and told me that whatever I do, I better not come home with any STDs, or they'd be kicking me out again. I had laughed, uncertain. Surely they jest...

Right?

It doesn't matter. Reidan's house was far enough away that jogging would be an avid excuse as to why I wanted to get there fast, but close enough that I wouldn't tire myself out. Not that I tire easily, I can jog at a steady pace for quite some time, and I'm no snail at it either. I just wanted to be all nice and musky for that little Siamese cat when he opens his door for me once I get there.

Around fifteen minutes later, I'm nearing his address, and I see a white van pulling away, which I recognize as Reidan's dad's car from earlier today. He and his wife, Reidan's mother, were sitting in the front seats. Interesting... I lick my lips and sprint the rest of the block, nearing his house.

To be honest I don't know what I expected, but a homely looking house made of wood and stucco, ringed by massive redwood trees on a wide street was not what I expected. It's no forest, but it's definitely a place someone could go for a picnic. Although that'd be kind of weird, just sitting in someone else's front yard enjoying some tuna salad.

I walk up to the door - I'm pretty sweaty now, but not in the bad way - and ring the doorbell. The door is wide, painted red, which complements the earth tones that the house is painted in. It smells like a forest in Reidan's front yard.

I hear the door unlocking, and it opens slowly, the Siamese cat's head peeking out around it. His eyes are tinged with a hint of the ambient light, making them seem nice and earthy due to all the greens and browns around. Simply stunning. He smiles when he sees me, coming out from behind the door and opening it wide. "Hi," he says.

"Hey." I step in gladly, and he closes the door. His foyer is astounding... to the left and down two seemingly random steps is some sort of living room, a pristine white room that serves no other purpose than to look nice, and beyond that and two random steps up is another one that is a dining room, complete with a darkwood table set. The floors of the foyer are made of some awesome dark granite, put into twelve by twelve tiles. I think I've seen the type of granite somewhere before... it was called 'black galaxy' or something. It's called that because there's flecks of copper in it, making it look almost like a night sky.

The ceilings are vaulted, and in front of me are two more random steps, going up. The foyer turns left, heading into the kitchen, and forwards from where I'm standing now, up the steps, is what looks to be a patio that was enclosed to become part of the house. To the right there's a hallway which, if the scents of the house are to be trusted, is where the living spaces are. Beyond the kitchen to the left (walking through it, you see two random steps down into that dining room) are two more random steps going up and into what I would think of as a family room. Beyond that is some sort of music studio. The enclosed patio can be accessed by the family room, the foyer, the kitchen, and what would appear to be the master bedroom, and the outside walls are made of sliding glass doors.

Down the foyer's hallway to the right are three hall closets, which take up one wall, along with what looks like a girl's bedroom, but the air in there is stale, so no one has lived there in a long time... There is a small room at the end of the hallway, at the end of the hallway is what looks like a small courtyard, complete with a tiny koi pond and fronds of bamboo that tower into the sky. To the immediate left is the master bedroom, with the master bathroom attached to it. Forward and to the right is an office. To the immediate right is another smaller bathroom, with two sinks, and, upon making a U-turn to the right, you find yourself inside of Reidan's room.

The whole house is tastefully furnished, and very modern looking. It carries black and white, as well as a creamy beige color for the walls of the hallway and accents of green in almost every room, as well as red but in far less cases than green. It's honestly a very homely home... But the backyard is what really gets me going.

They have a pool! A large pool! Up four random steps outside the enclosed patio, there's an abstractly shaped pool with an extensive deep end... I murr softly to myself, and I see Reidan, crinkle his nose as he takes a whiff of my manly aroma. He blushes almost instantly, and I see him shifting his pants uncomfortably out of the corner of my eye. He has toured me through the entirety of the house (or at least, excluding the laundry room and bathroom coming off the family room, and also the garage stemming off of that), and I can tell he's embarrassed by how well off his family seems. I tell him that wealth is nothing to be ashamed of, really, and ask him if we can go use that pool because, as I'm sure he can tell, I've got some serious musk going on that I simply must get rid of...

Reidan

Oh my science, he smells fucking amazing...

It's making my pants tent dangerously, and so when Allen asks me if we can go use my pool, I say sure, and go into my room to get on a swimsuit, as well as fetch one for him. I doubt I have anything his size, but eh, I'd be a bad host for not offering.

Personally I wouldn't care if he skinny dipped.

Heeheehee... dirty thoughts.

I get on my swimsuit, idly wondering what was different about him. Why did he seem odd?

Then I remember his grip. Why did he bring a grip?? Yeah my parents are going to be gone for a week, but come on. How could he have known that? I strip off my underwear, contemplating my erection before putting on my swim trunks and doing my best to conceal it. I step out of my room and down the hall to see Allen naked with his back turned to me, his tail waving sinuously through the air behind him. I immediately stop in my tracks with a horrendous blush.

Well, he's almost naked. At first glance, he is, but upon closer inspection, (and it's hard to not closely inspect a muscled ass like that. Mmm!) he's wearing... a speedo! Adsfnf.k.fjndskjahbgbfjkfhwfj!! A speedo! What the fuck!? How did he know I have a pool? I march up to him, prepared to give him a thorough questioning, when he turns around...

And gives me an almost painful erection. My jaw literally drops. He is muscled like a Greek God. Adonis would be ashamed, and not just because of his sexy, muscular body fit to give anyone, male or female, straight or gay, a wet dream.

His speedo leaves nothing to the imagination when detailing his front. The thing is nearly overflowing from the amount of male contained within it. I can clearly see two orange-sized testes, and a sheath the size of a pear... and that's when they're being squeezed by the speedo. I imagine that they are quite a bit bigger when not being confined by such a skimpy piece of clothing. How the hell does he walk with those.

And the worst part is, he seems me staring, crosses his arms, and just smirks.

"Oh, does the kitty like what he sees?"

I just... stand there. Speechless. I'm no chump when it comes to size, my own cock is around eight inches when hard, and my balls are maybe the size of limes, but I look like a kid before puberty when you compare my junk to his.

"How...tall are you?"I manage to stammer out. My mouth is incredibly dry again.

"Seven foot three." Comes the cool reply.

"Shouldn't you look all spidery and stuff..?"

"I should, but I think I have too much meat on my bones due to working out to be all spidery." He flexes for me, showing me his abs and his biceps, making his pecs bounce.

I imagine his massive frame over me, showing me how many things I've been missing in my life, imagining his touch upon me, feeling how strong he can be, but how gentle he is when he caresses me...

I suddenly feel really, really good, and I let out a small moan as I feel something sticky in my swim trunks...

Did I...?

The smell of musk confirms it...

I came in my pants just from looking at this sexy beast.

Allen

Did he...?

He... did...

Holy... Holy fuck.

He legit just creamed his shorts just by me flexing for him!! Now it's my turn to stare.

We stare awkwardly at each other, Reidan shifting uncomfortably as he tries to adjust his obviously resilient erection, as well as trying to make it so that his cum wouldn't get all over him. A little bit of it drips down his leg, the pearly white liquid nearly lost in the creamy color of his fur, only managing to become visible once it leaves the whiteness of his thighs and travels down the darkening fur that starts just below his knee. He's blushing like a schoolgirl.

"I... um.." He stutters. "I need to go change my shorts." He tries to edge away.

"Uh-huh, no. You're coming with me." I make a grab for him and scoop him up into my arms, cum and all, and cradle him against my muscular chest. His eyes are wide, pupils merely slits, and somehow that makes the ambient tinting of his eyes warp and bend the light they reflect into a gamut of black tones on the white of his opal eyes, due to the black galaxy and the blackness of my fur.

"M-meep!" He squeaks out.

"What?" I look down at him curiously.

"I, I said... 'Meep!'" He continues to stare at me, wide-eyed like a deer about to get run over by a motherfucking 747 on the air strip.

I shrug and go out the door to the enclosed patio. The doors in this house, they are tall enough so I don't have to duck under them for once... I like that... And it turns out I like the little cat curled up in my arms, too. He's solid, not some pansy. He's strong, but not even close to my strength... I'll have to be careful not to let my anger get the better of me in the future... if what he and I are developing right now ever turns into something... well... more. I'd definitely like that.

He's pleasing to my eyes, built like a swimmer, but nowhere near the amount of muscle mass that I have. I don't use supplements, I simply go to the gym and work out like there's no tomorrow. And to be honest, if I didn't work out my aggression in the gym there probably wouldn't be a tomorrow for me. But enough of that, I said to myself I wouldn't think of that tonight, and think of it I shan't.

I make our way towards the pool. "So... How long will your parents be gone..?" I ask him, looking down and giving him a wink. "Enough time for me to bed you and make you mine once we're done with this swim?" I meant it teasingly.

That seems to snap him out of his trance. "A... A week. They'll be gone for a week... That'll be.. erm.. plenty of time for you to... ahem... make me yours... That is... if you'll have me." He looks to the side and blushes furiously at that last part, saying it very quietly to boot. But hidden behind his embarrassment is a twinge of doubt and somber guilt, as if he thinks I am simply teasing him. I blink, taken aback.

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I did? Make you mine?" I whisper to him, stepping out the sliding glass door and closing it behind me. He swallows once, as if downing some imaginary pill of courage, and leans upwards to whisper into my ear, his voice shaking and trembling with an unreadable emotion, seemingly ready to break.

"I've been waiting for someone to love me for so long..." and then he starts to cry... And it dawns on me that it was no such unreadable emotion... it was an emotion so intense that it was as if it were something different all on its own. It was a tremendous wave of grief, backed by what felt like a long overdue confession and forgiving for something long since done.

It's a sadness so intense that tears cannot do it justice, for they have long since dried up and offer no moisture for things and people lost, only for things and people in danger of losing. He does not cry tears... he cries his heart.

"I've been hated... all my life. By everyone I've ever known... Everyone except for my sister. She's gone off to college now, and I'm so alone.. so alone.." He chokes out the words in between sobs, and I step into the shallow end of the pool. Its temperature is numbed by the sensations I feel inside my own self... Things that I grieve for yet no longer cry. I have the same problems that he has, and I don't know what came over me that day, but I will never regret it.

Allen : Reidan

I opened up.

To him.