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Disclaimer: This story series will contain homosexual nature in it. If you are not into that "stuff" or are not over the age of 18, then I suggest that you hit the back button. If you wish to continue, as I hope you do, then please read, rate, and enjoy. Comments are always welcome at [email protected] Also, you can give me, if you want, any ideas you wish to see in the upcoming parts. Note that I cannot guaranty that they will appear or that I will be able to respond to them, but I will consider them and try my best to respond. Oh yeah, I'll try and post each part in a week or so, but if I haven't email me and I'll try and let you know what's up. Enjoy...

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No! I can't be here!" Leon mumbled looking at the torn books on the floor and backing up.

"We're not done talking to you," Leon's mother yelled.

"NO I CAN'T!" Leon turned and bolted through the door.

He ran, away from his family. Tears blurred his vision. Everything he had done up to now was for nothing. How? Why? He was good. He never did anything wrong. But he couldn't stay. Not know. Not with them like this. Leon ran to a park that he had played in most of his childhood. He sank to the ground propped up by a pull. He pulled his knees up and put his head down and just sobbed.

"What am I to do? What am I to do," He mumbled out.

-A few hours ago-

'I gotta get home,' Leon thought.

Leon was a seventeen-year-old gray husky that stood about five foot nine inches. Bred and born to be the heir of his father's grand steel company. His mother was a pure bred husky and his father a gray wolf. Leon got his drop-dead blue eyes from his mother's side and his nice short gray and white fur and outstanding figure and strength from his father. All the girls at his school wanted him and everyone knew this, including Leon. He was calm and kept to himself mostly with the exception of his best friend, a black panther named Darla. She was his ex-girlfriend and the only real person that knew about his homosexuality.

But today was different. He had left his books out, the ones that he wrote his poems and stories in. The ones about his fantasies of guys, being caressed in a guy's arms until he fell asleep and such. He had left them lying on the couch. He knew that his parents would be home before he would be. He just hoped that they wouldn't have read it.

So the second he was off the bus he ran, not saying bye to Darla. His mind just kept racing. Did they read it? Will I be kicked out? Will they accept me?

'How could I have been so stupid? I forgot to bring it with me. I'm such an idiot. Those are never suppose to leave my side,' Leon thought because usually the books didn't.

Leon brought those books everywhere. To school, on family trips, even to restaurants. He was always just so paranoid that someone would find them and read them. But worst of all he was afraid that someone would read them and it would leak back to his parents. His father had outspoken his hate towards gays but could tolerate them, being that his boss was one. Now on the other hand, his mom was a homophobic and morally hate, and Leon always emphasized the word hated, homosexuals. And knowing there feelings toward what people called "his kind", or gays as he thought was more appropriate to be called, made his fears of them finding out even worse.

Leon had known that he was gay ever since sixth grade. Leon liked his sixth grade teacher, but what student doesn't like a teacher. But half way through the year he noticed that he would feel like he did towards Darla, which he was dating at this time, towards his male teacher. Though, as the rest of the year went by his feelings towards his teacher grew as his feelings towards Darla shrank. It was in the middle of forth quarter that Leon confronted Darla about his feelings towards his teacher. Darla took the news really well to Leon's amazement. She just said that she kinda could tell and ever since then they had been best friends.

But none of that mattered now. Leon was acting different. He was avoiding Darla all through school and he had a look of grief panted over his face. His mind was on what would happen when he got home, even as he ran.

'There it is...home,' Leon thought.

But Leon stopped a few houses before his own. It finally hit him that without a doubt that his parents would have read them. They had always been so curious as to why Leon carried them around everywhere. Surely they wouldn't be nice and respect his privacy, and not read them. With a sigh, Leon took his final steps to his home. Knowing that he had to face the music sometime.

His door opened slowly as he entered. He glanced at the couch with no real hope that his books were there. It's was odd, the house was quiet. The quietest he's ever heard, even more soundless then it was the dead of night. Then he saw them. His books were by his mother's rocking chair. Close enough to where he left them this morning. But as he bent over to pick them up, that silence was broken.

"Don't you touch those," Leon's mom said walking out from the hall.

"But they're mine."

"Not this smut."

"It's not smut," Leon roared back.

"Oh," his mother sneered. "Feeling a man's loving touch or lips isn't smut?" She paused making her way to her chair. "You sicken me."

"Mom, I..."

"SHUT UP! I can't live here with you, with this...this...this wanting of another man's touch." She sat down and picked up one of the two books.

"But I do. I'm ga..."

"Not under my roof."

"Then I'll leave."

"Damn right you'll leave!"

Leon growled. "I'll leave then. Just give me my..."

Leon's mom opened the book and slowly started to tear a page out.

"My...books..." Leon whimpered out as tears started to form.

His mother, uncaring, tore page by page out. Leon watched helplessly as years of stories and poems were scattered to the floor. Once she had finished tearing out every page she picked a few of them up and started ripping them to shreds.

"Just wait till I tell your father," she mumbled through her ripping.

'Dad's not home?' Leon thought.

Just then they heard the door open. Leon turned his head to face his father. Tears matted the fur around his hate stricken eyes.

"What's going on?" his dad asked putting his coat on the arm of the couch.

"I'll tell you what's going on. He's been writing smut...gay smut! Look," Leon's mom picked up of the pages she had yet to rip and lifted it up to her eyes. "Oh the sweet warmth of his body to mine. As our lips touched he slowly began to stroke my cock, giving me a thrill of stimulation. I slowly dipped my hand into his pants and began to play with his own cock," she read off. "I told you, smut."

His father growled. "You're gay. You fuckin' homo. I should have the right mind to beat you. You can't live that way in my house."

"No! I can't be here!" Leon mumbled looking at the torn books on the floor and backing up.

"We're not done talking to you," Leon's mother yelled.

"NO I CAN'T!" Leon turned and bolted through the door.

He ran, away from his family. Tears blurred his vision. Everything he had done up to now was for nothing. How? Why? He was good. He never did anything wrong. But he couldn't stay. Not know. Not with them like this. Leon ran to a park that he had played in most of his childhood. He dropped his backpack and sank to the ground being propped up by a pull. He pulled his knees up and put his head down and just sobbed.

"What am I to do? What am I to do," He mumbled out.

And now this lone wolf pup sat at this park with nowhere left to go. He couldn't go to Darla's. Darla's parents still thought they were going out and honestly Leon didn't feel like telling anyone else today that he was gay. He just sat there and bailed his eyes out, until...

"Hey are you okay?"

Leon heard this silky voice that just made him forget where he was and why he was crying for that instance. Looking up to see what guy had this wonderful voice. In front of him squatting was a white furred, brown eyed, well built wolf. Leon quickly eyed his body noticing that he wore nothing but a pair of shorts.

"From my dreams," Leon whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you."

Leon shook his head. "Nothing."

"Nothing? Well if nothing makes you cry then that's kinda odd."

Leon smiled. "No, I meant I didn't say anything."

"Okay. So are you going to tell me what's wrong Leon?"

"Huh? How do you know my name?"

The guy chuckled. "I have math and English with you."

"Oh."

"Yeah, you're always writing. Gonna publish a book?"

Leon dropped his head again and started crying.

"Oops, wrong thing to say," the guy whispered to himself. "Maybe we should get you back home?"

"I don't have a home anymore," Leon mumbled through sobs and his arms.

"Huh?"

Leon lifted his head. "I don't have a home anymore."

"What the!! You're parents dead or something?"

"No, they kicked me out forever...or until I change who I am..."

"Why what's wrong with you? I like you. I mean I think you a pretty cool guy."

"Uh, thanks," Leon said darting my eyes to the side and blushing. "Hey, you're Max!"

Max smiled. "Glad you remembered my name. So why did you're parents kick you out?"

"Easy, I pissed them off."

"How?" Max stood and then sat next to Leon.

"Disagreed with them. They said until I change my mind I can't go home. But I don't want to change my mind. It's my life. They can't tell me what to think. It's my life," Leon whimpered putting his face in his arms again.

"It's okay." Max wrapped his arm's caringly around Leon.

Leon gasped and tensed, but soon relaxed.

"Look you can stay at my place."

"Thank you...thank you..." Leon whispered over and over.

Once Leon had calmed down enough, Leon grabbed his back pack and they left to go back to Max's house. It wasn't a long walk and they passed the time by talking about what Max should tell his parents. They had decided that they should just say the truth, that Leon's parents kicked him out of the house. Leon knew that this would lead to more questions from Max's parents but he figured he just make something up.

"Hey dad, I'm home!" Max called closing the door.

"K, you can order a pizza for dinner. I'm sorry but I'm not going to be able to eat with you again tonight." Max's dad called for somewhere down the flight of stairs that were in front of them.

"Tis okay dad." Max dropped his coat on to the couch. "Come on. I'll show my room were you can drop your stuff off."

Leon nodded and took off his coat. "So where's your mom?"

"She died after giving birth to me," he said as he led the way.

"I'm sorry."

"Tis okay. Well here we are," Max said opening up his door.

"Wow."

Max's room was huge. It was about as big as Leon's parent's bedroom. There were dressers, a TV, a huge stereo, a queen size bed, and a twin bed next to it. The carpet was a dark blue and the walls were a dark and light grey. His walls also had drawings that he did hung up on them.

"You like?" Max asked with a huge grin on his face.

"It's almost like you were expecting me."

"Well, my last boyf-...I mean my last friend would stay over a lot so I had to make the room livable."

"Cool," Leon said dropping his backpack.

"Yeah. Hey you make yourself comfortable and I'll go tell my dad what's up."

Leon nodded and moved to the twin bed dragging his backpack along with him. Leon sat on the bed moving his backpack to his side and opening it up. He pulled out a five hundred-page spiral, which held his current story and a gay story he was almost done with, and a pen. The one that he was going to work on was a romance novel about a female panther trying to find love in a city of canines. It was the only straight story he had ever written and besides Darla kept bugging him to finish it. He started writing with a few quick strokes of his pen. The straight story started at the beginning and went about a hundred or so pages through were as his gay story started about half way through and went to the end and half way through another five hundred-page spiral. Max returned a few minutes after Leon started to write.

"Hey, my dad said it was fine that you stay. In fact he said you can stay as long as you like, as long as you're house broken." Max grinned.

Leon looked up from what he was writing. "Ha ha, very funny," Leon said sarcastically.

"Oh come on, you know it was funny."

Leon rolled his eyes and went back to writing.

"Hey is that one of your stories?" Max asked, making his way over and sitting next to Leon.

"Yeah, one of the only two that are left," Leon sighed out.

"Two left?"

"Yeah, that's one of the reasons why I can't go home. My parents don't like that I write romance novels. They tore up all my other stories."

"I'm sorry." Max paused. "Can I read it?"

"Sure," Leon said with a shrug handing over the spiral. "Just to warn ya, it's long."

"Cool. So are both stories in here?" Max opened up the spiral to the first page.

'Oh shit they are,' Leon thought.

"Um, yeah. But the one in the back is a homosexual story I'm writing for a friend. So it's really up to you if you want to read it." Leon said before swinging his legs around and falling to his back with a huff. Leon scratched his muzzle before putting his hands behind his head and setting his gaze on his new friend who was now reading.

Max read the first page of the straight one and then flipped to the gay story. He read the first few pages of that. Then read every third page or so before he noticed Leon staring at him.

"Yes?" He asked smiling at Leon.

"Just waiting to hear what you have to say about my writing is all." Leon moved his fixed gaze of max and blushed a little.

"Well, I think this one is way better written then the one with the panther." Max tossed Leon his spiral. "You should get it published."

"Ya think?"

"Defiantly." Max crawled over and laid next to Leon. "So, what's the real reason your parents kicked you out? Is it because they found out you're gay?"

Leon's eyes widened. "How...how...how did you?"

"Just hoping," Max said, turning to his side and putting an arm around Leon's stomach. He let his head fall to rest on Leon's chest as he snuggled close.

"You mean you're..."

(End of Part One...To be continued)