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Disclaimer: This is a fictional, adult-orientated furry story and is not appropriate for readers under the age of 18. If you do not like M/M, furry, or any kind of sex, do not read this. I do not own the rights for brand names used in the story, but the characters, town names, and story titles belong to me and me only.

Thanks for choosing to read the second part of my first adult furry story! Please enjoy it. If you have any comments, feel free to post them or e-mail me at [email protected]

NOTE: I know I said part 2 would be called A Summer to Forget, but I jumped the gun on the title. I wrote so much over the course of their Spring that I did not have enough room for Summer, so A Summer to Forget will be part 3. Anyway, please enjoy the second part of I Will Protect You, A Spring to Disclose.

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A Spring to Disclose

By Komatose © 2008

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Blake could not tell how high up he was, but when he looked down at the darkened streets, the pedestrians looked like ants scurrying about. He knew not to look down, it would make him panic, but he did. He then looked up at the open window; he was hanging on to the windowsill, his foot paws dangling in the cold, open air. A figure appeared in the window, cloaked in shadow. The figure pointed at Blake, and said nothing, but out of the figure's pocket, it drew a Bible. Blake realized he was hanging from a church's steeple. The figure raised the book into the air, pointing it to the Heavens, lifted a foot, and slammed it down on Blake's paw.

Blake was falling. As Blake fell, he could feel the air change, it turned from cold to warm as he tumbled down what felt like thousands of feet of open space. Night turned to day, the street below was illuminated. Blake saw the sidewalk approaching, he was falling face-first. Moments before he was certain his end was near, a large, white canine standing on the ground below opened its arms. Blake began to slow down, his fall becoming a slowly descending float. He slowly landed into the thick, muscled arms of the illuminated figure, only able to see a set of emerald green eyes.

The arms closed around him, Blake could feel warmth, comfort, and safety, and then a voice said.

"I got yuh."

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Beep, beep, beep, beep.

A digital ring was all Blake could hear. Blake opened his sleepy eyes. The figure was gone, and he realized that he was in his bed, the morning sun shining brightly into his room. The ringing stopped, and reality was creeping back into Blake's mind.

"That figure in my dream...the one that caught me...was that Wes?" Blake thought to himself, then more reality slipped in, today was the first day of the new semester. Blake threw the covers off of himself and tried to get up, but was unable to move. He looked down at his torso; there was a pair of big, white arms holding him down. Blake smiled, and remembered that he and Wes slept together that night, the memory forever etched in his brain.

Blake maneuvered himself so that he was facing the big dog, his nose poked the boarder one in front of him. He was greeted by an open pair of familiar emerald eyes, and a big smile.

"Mornin', love."

Blake felt the same emotions he felt when he fell into Wes's arms in his dream, warmth, comfort, safety. Blake wrapped his arms around his lover's thick neck.

"Good morning, big guy."

Blake met his lover's lips with his own and gave him a good morning kiss. Wes let out a contented sigh.

"Now that's what I call a wake-up call," said Wes as he gave Blake a lick on this chin.

It was just a bit over seven in the morning, and school would start at eight. The two got up, prepared themselves side-by-side in Blake's little bathroom, and got dressed. Wes had a change of clean clothes in his duffle bag, since he knew he would be spending the night, and what a night it was! Blake grabbed his book bag, Wes got his two bags, and they stepped into the hallway and down the stairs.

"Lets get some breakfast, gotta eat for the big day ahead," Blake said to his mate.

"Yeah, I could use some grub about now," Wes replied, as he rubbed his solid belly. Blake reached out and rubbed Wes's belly too, making him murr as they walked into the kitchen.

They didn't have much time to eat, it was almost seven twenty. Blake got himself some Pop-Tarts and a tall glass of milk, Wes had six of the same pastries and two glasses of milk.

While they were eating, Scott walked into the kitchen. Scott froze in his tracks, dropping his backpack on the tiled floor.

"W...Wha...What is he doing here? It was the first thing that could make it out of the chubby Sheppie's mouth. Blake and Wes just stared at him.

"I TOLD you, Scott," started Blake, "Wes is my boyfriend, I think he can spend the night if he wants to." Scott just stared.

"I can't believe you're a fag, Blake." Scott had a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Well, believe it, and I'm not ashamed of it." Blake decided to shock his brother. Blake put his arm around Wes's neck, leaned into him, and gave him a deep kiss.

Scott gasped. "Dude, I guess you two really do like each other."

Blake parted from Wes. "Of course, I'm not gay just to rebel against the town or something; it's just how I am. Are you really that upset?"

Scott looked down. "No, it's ok, you're my brother, no matter what you do, you always will be. It's just...be careful around this place, ok? This town is so racist; I don't want anything to happen to my big brother."

Blake felt overjoyed; his brother had just said the most intelligent, caring thing he had ever heard.

"Thanks, Scottie, and don't worry, I'm not afraid of this stupid town," Blake looked back at Wes, "I got the best bodyguard."

Scott smiled. "Well, that's good, oh, and...don't leave your camera out in the open, I found out what you were doing last night.

Blake and Wes both blushed.

With fifteen minuets to spare, the three canines were out of the house and into Blake's car. It was a five minuet drive to the high school, so there would be some introduction time before the first class.

Juniper Hill's High was busy once again. Its parking lot filling, its halls packed, and its teachers prepared for yet another semester. Blake's senior class was comprised of one hundred and twenty-two students, the overall school having four hundred plus. Little did the students know, there would be a new teacher this year, and not only Wes as a new student, but two others.

As the three entered the doors, there was a sea of creatures, all talking, laughing, and going about their business. Scott departed and went off to find his locker and meet his friends.

Wes looked around, a bit nervous for it being his first day, but confident because his loved one was near.

"Wow, there sure are a lot less people here than at muh old school." Wes said to Blake.

Blake shrugged. "Yeah, it's really small compared to city schools, but come on, let's go find our lockers."

As they walked down the long hall, a shrill scream was heard from behind. It wasn't a scream of fear, but of joy. The two canines turned around, and were attacked by a pack of ravenously adorable hounds.

"BLAKEY!" yelled Carla as she jumped into his arms.

"HONEY!" Yelled Adriana and Heather as they both gave Wes a big hug.

"Good to see you, princess!" Blake said to his friend.

"Howdy, lil' ladies," Wes said to his admirers.

Carla and her friends stepped back, all giddy with joy.

"I wish we could talk more, but class is about to start," said Carla, "but don't worry, I'll see you at lunch, ok? We will save you and Wes a seat! BYE!"

The three ran off down the hall, each holding each others paw as they made a chain of cuteness.

Wes chuckled. "They seem to be the happiest students here, Blake; everyone else seems down to have their vacation end."

Blake smiled at his mate. "I think I'm the happiest student right now." He winked at Wes.

They made it to Blake's locker; number sixty-eight, Wes was at number three hundred and thirty-two, witch was coincidently on the opposite wall.

"Look at that! Our lockers are actually close together, I'll get to see you after every class then." Blake smiled again.

"Great! I better go to muh class now, don't wanna be tardy on muh first day." Wes looked at his schedule.

"I'm off tuh Teen Fiction with Ms. Smith, room one-oh-eight." Blake responded by pointing down the hall, and pointing to the room near his locker, room 105.

"You're really close!" Blake smiled again, but felt sad on the inside, he wanted to be with Wes the whole day, he didn't want to leave his side, but he had to let go, Wes could take care of himself.

"All right, I'll see yuh at lunch, Blake, have fun!"

As Wes walked away, Blake wanted to outstretch his arm, like Wes was attached to a cord and he could reel him back, but he just watched, sighed, and went to his first class.

As Blake went to his first class, Sociology with Mr. Schubert, he had no idea he was being watched the whole time by a pair of dark brown eyes. A certain hyena stood by the drinking fountains, his arms at his side, his face full of, not hatred, but something different.

The day went on, Blake met his classmates at they all talked about their holidays. His first class went by; he didn't see Wes in the hall. His second and third, no sign of Wes, and finally, the fourth. Blake knew after fourth hour, lunch would be next, and he would get to see his mate again. He kept checking the clock every minuet, hoping it would ring, completely ignoring Mrs. Vails's story about her Christmas tree catching fire.

Ring.

Students filed into the hall and made their way towards the lunch room. Lunch was divided into two sections, A and B, Blake was in section A, and it would turn out that a lot more people he knew would be in it than just Wes.

Monday's lunch was a cheeseburger and fries with a mix and match of sides, corn, jell-o, pears, and chocolate cake. Blake gathered his lunch, entered his account number to the beaver lunch lady at the register, and scoped the room for his friends.

He didn't have to look for very long.

"BLAKE!!!"

Carla jumped him the table and waved with both arms to him. He smiled and walked over to the table, Wes was already there, and some other familiar faces.

As Blake sat across from Wes and smiled at his lover. Wes would have said something, but had a mouth full of burger, so he just winked back. Carla sat next to Blake, and gave him a hug. Heather and Adriana were both sitting next to Wes, giggling and whispering to each other, probably about how cute they still thought he was. Three of Carla's other friends were sitting at the table; they were not canines like the other three, but they were just as sweet. There was Laura, a black and white spotted rabbit with long black hair and black-framed glasses, Haley, a lynx with shoulder-length blonde hair, and Amy, a human with wavy red hair and texting away at her phone. There were a lot more mammals than humanoids at Junper Hills High; Amy was one of about thirty human students.

"So, Blakey, how are your classes?" started Carla.

"So far, so good, I'm just glad I have gym last hour, I don't want to get sweaty and stinky for the whole day." Blake had never showered after gym class, he knew if he would, there would be certain boner-producing issues that he could not contain.

Wes swallowed his food. "I'm really likin' it up here, the teachers seem real nice, can't say the same for the students, well, the male ones."

Carla giggled. "I bet they are all afraid of you since you are so big, you have got to be the biggest dog in the school!" Carla was probably right, other guys Wes's size were different races, like bulls, bears, moose, and so on.

Wes smiled. "The ladies sure like meh, I keep catchin' them ooglin' meh with their eyes." Wes looked at Blake.

"Too bad I'm taken." Blake smiled back.

Heather and Adriana bonked their heads together and groaned.

"O-M-G, you two are hopeless," said Laura, sticking her bunny buck-teeth out at them. The whole table giggled, minus the two with the broken hearts.

"Hey, has anyone else had a class with the new teacher yet?" Amy asked.

Haley nodded. "Yeah, I'm in his World Geography class. He seems really nice, and his son is a new student here, he was in my class." Haley slammed her paws on the table.

"And O-M-G, he is a total hottie!" Adriana and Heather gasped and looked at her.

Blake looked at Haley. "Is that Mr. Kellogg? I'm in his American History class next period."

Haley nodded. "Yep, that's him; he actually lives in Maple Grove, that little farm town about five miles from here.

Their lunch was disrupted when Haley blurted, "O-M-F-G, there he is!"

She pointed at the door that led to the tray line, and in it stood a very attractive bovine. Blake took a good look at him. He had to have been over six feet tall, but not quite as tall as Wes, he could have been around two hundred fifty pounds from a guess. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt and tan pants. His fur was a dark black, and it was offset by his light blond head fur. He was kind of hard to see over the heads of all the students in the lunch room, but he appeared to be pretty buff, most large races like him were naturally, however.

Haley purred. "That's one bull I'd like to ride." Amy reached down and gave Haley's tail a yank.

"Simmer down, cowgirl!"

Just as Amy said that, the bull started walking toward their table, tray in hand. Haley got all nervous.

"Oh shit! Is he going to sit here? Oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm gonna have a heart attack!" Haley started hyperventilating as the ebony bovine got closer to their table. He stopped at the front of the table, where there were two free spots, one to Blake's side, the other by Wes.

"Umm, Hi, can...can I sit here?" Blake wasn't sure who he was asking, but Carla answered him.

"Sure you can!" She said cheerfully. Haley had her paw over her mouth and was blushing through her light grey fur.

The bull sat right next to Blake, keeping ample room between them, as not to interfere.

Carla started the conversation. "My name is Carla Tanley, I haven't seen you here before, are you new?

The bull smiled. "Yeah...actually, my family moved here late November, my dad is a new teacher here as well." Blake could tell he seemed really shy. The bovine's voice not as deep as one would expect, but it wasn't too high pitched either.

"Oh, my name is Bill, Bill Kellogg."

Blake offered his paw. "I'm Blake Fausten, nice to meet you." Bill looked at Blake's paw, and took it, the bovines hand was bigger than his own, but his skin was very soft, and his thick, hoof-like nails were well kept. Blake looked at Wes.

"This is Wes Turner, he is also a new student this year." Wes smiled at Bill.

"Put 'er there, partner," Wes also shook Bill's hand.

The other four girls introduced themselves one after another in the circle they were sitting in.

"I'm Heather Jones," "Adriana Alvarado," "Hi! I'm Amy Baclet," "Hey there, my name's Laura Dominick," Haley could only wave.

Laura looked at the feline and sighed. "And this is Haley Carter. She is enchanted, for sure!" Haley blushed again.

Bill had a big smile, he seemed overjoyed. "You all are so friendly out here, I'm glad my family moved to get away from where we used to live."

Wes was curious. "Where did yuh used tuh live?"

Bill looked down at the table. "I'm from the big city, Chacigo."

Carla looked concerned. "You sure made a big move; I bet your school had a lot of kids in it! Do you like it out here so far?"

Bill looked back up. "Yes, it's much nicer out here, much quieter, much calmer. In the city, well...I..." Bill trailed off.

"Never mind, its ok, I guess...I'm just shy." Blake could almost see something in Bill's eyes; his eyes were a piercing sky blue, making a noticeable contrast against his black, short fur. Blake felt he could see fear, doubt, and relief in Bill's gaze.

Laura let out a goofy laugh. "We got our fair share of shy people, BELIEVE me." She then pointed at Haley, making her blush again.

The lunch period moved on, the nine chatting up a storm and warming up to Wes and Bill. What none of them noticed was a certain hyena sitting a few tables a way, looking at them every so often.

Students were filing out of the lunch room as the bell was about to ring, Blake and Wes stayed at their table even though the others were out in the foyer waiting to head back to class. There were only a handful of other students still sitting in the room, including the hyena.

"You doing ok so far?" Blake asked.

Wes put his paw on the table. "Yeah, everything is great, no problems here, partner, but..." Wes leaned forward, his muzzle beside Blake's ear.

"I can't wait tuh have some alone time with yuh again," he whispered to his mate.

Blake blushed and placed his paw on top of Wes's, giving it a tight squeeze.

The hyena saw them do this, and his face saddened.

The lunch bell rang; Wes was off to Anatomy and Physiology, and Blake to American History. Once Blake arrived into the classroom, he noticed that not too many other students decided to take the class. Blake liked having a small class, less distraction. He noticed that Laura was in his class; she gave him a wave and pointed to the desk next to her. Blake walked over to her and sat down.

"O-M-G, thank God there is someone I know in this class." She rolled her eyes and stuck out her buck-teeth.

Blake nodded. "Yeah, looks like only eleven of us so far." Blake estimation increased by one as another student walked in, none other than the hyena that had been watching him minuets ago, Andrew Lewis.

Andrew stood in the doorway for a second, focusing on Blake. He slowly took the long way around the room, getting to the desks from the back of the room. He sat in the empty desk to Blake's left, since Laura was in the one to his right.

The bell rang, and in walked Mr. Kellogg.

"Hello, students!" He said cheerfully as he walked to his desk and sat some papers on top. The classroom quietly greeted him.

"What a big crowd I have! Looks like this is going to be a fun semester of history, eh?" Blake looked at Laura and she looked back, rolling her eyes again, Blake smiled goofily at her.

The bovine teacher went on, "I am Mr. Kellogg, and I am actually training to become this schools new social science teacher, since most of you know that Mrs. Pettinger will be retiring next year." Blake noticed the teacher; his fur was all black, as was his son's, except he seemed a lot heavier than his son, and his head fur was short and light brown.

"Anyway, I have one philosophy in my teaching, and that is to have fun! I'm going to try to make this a fun semester as we travel down the timeline of our nation's history." Mr. Kellogg seemed like he would be a great teacher for the part.

The class went on; syllabi were handed out, introductions made, and expectations prepared. Halfway through the class, Blake noticed out of the corner of his eye that Andrew was staring at him; the hyenas muzzle perched on his propped-up arms. Blake had only known Andrew by name, and that he was the pastor's son, not much more than that, but why did he keep staring? Did Blake have something on his face? Blake checked his shirt for stains and brushed his muzzle off.

The class ended, and Blake went to his locker for a pit stop. A somewhat familiar voice called to him.

"Hey."

Blake turned around, it was Andrew. Andrew was shorter than Blake, but he was definitely stronger. Andrew probably outweighed Blake by twenty pounds, his muscles had more definition, but his stature gave him kind of a stocky look. Andrew had the familiar hyena markings, light brown fur with dark spots, lighter brown chest, belly, and inner thighs, Blake remembered his markings because he was a point of interest in locker room peeks. Blake also remembered that he was on the football team, as well as a wrestler for when the season was going on last fall.

Blake was a bit surprised. "Oh, hey Andrew, what's up?" The hyena looked at Blake with eyes that felt like they could pierce his very soul.

Andrew's round ears twitched. "Oh, nothing much, what class you got next?"

Blake stammered a bit, "Uhhh...um...oh! Computer Programming with Mrs. Suess."

Andrew smiled. "Hey! I'm in that class too! Kinda funny we have two classes together in a row, huh?" Blake felt funny, something just didn't seem right.

Andrew hoisted up his backpack. "Lets go, the bell's gonna ring soon." The hyena turned around and started walking to the computer lab.

Blake watched him walk away, first the strange staring, now the attempt at friendship? Andrew had never talked to him out of the blue like this, something was up. Did...did he know something? Blake didn't want to imagine it, him being the pastor's son and all. Blake just shrugged off his suspicions and followed him to the lab.

Blake walked into the computer lab; Andrew was waiting inside by the door. The lab was comprised of twenty computers, all basically brand new upgrades from the year before, three dry-erase boards, copy machine, and the teacher's desk.

Blake saw that Bill was in this class, their eyes met and Bill gave a little wave. Blake smiled and walked over to him and sat at the computer to his right. Andrew followed him.

"Is it ok if I sit here?" the hyena asked.

Blake blinked, "Oh, sure, no problem." Andrew took the station to Blake's right, Blake acting as a barrier between Bill and Andrew.

The next thing everyone heard was the shrill, cheery voice of Mrs. Suess. The petite squirrel called out to her class.

"Welcome, everyone! So good to see you all again! I hope Santa didn't leave coal in anyone's stockings." She chuckled to herself.

"Any who, I hope you all are ready to go on a magical adventure into the world of computers! Yippee!" She started to go around the room passing out a syllabus and books.

Andrew whispered to Blake. "She must be high on something, she's always too happy." Blake let out a half-hearted chuckle.

"Yeah, are you any good with computers, Andrew?" Andrew smiled.

"Not much, and please, call me Drew, I hate it when people call me Andrew, makes me think I'm talking to my father." Blake was puzzled again, did Drew not like his father? Well, being the church's pastor, he was probably very strict anyhow.

Blake turned his attention toward Bill. "How about you Bill? You know anything about programming?"

Bill smiled. "Yeah, I know quite a bit, this class should be easy," Bill laughed a bit.

Drew pushed his chair back to see Bill. "Really? Dude, will you help me with this stuff then? All I know how to do is use the internet."

Bill chuckled. "Sure, I'll be glad to help!" Bill smiled with his eyes closed, but what Blake and Drew could not see through his ebony fur was that he was blushing.

The class ended, Drew and Bill departed to their classes, and Blake went to gym class. This class was always the most uncomfortable; he couldn't help but make sneak peeks at the half-naked guys around him, and when they walked around naked after a shower, Blake would always get hard, luckily it was always after class and not during, no one wants to do jumping-jacks with an erection.

Blake, to his relief, found that he shared the class with Carla and Haley, both waving him over. Haley started by asking if Bill was in the locker room, and was disappointed when Blake told her he wasn't, but he did tell her that he was in his last class with him. Haley started to get all lovey-dovey, and wanted Blake to give him the good word about her. Blake promised and got a big hug.

Mr. Naquin was the gym teacher; he was a Doberman with little patience for slackers. When he saw girls chatting in the corner, or guys goofing off, he made sure the punishment would be push-ups, jogging laps, or jumping-jacks.

After the students got the locks for their lockers and any new gym clothes they needed, the class was almost over. No one had even changed that day, so everyone was sitting in the gym in their normal clothes, waiting for the last bell of the day.

Finally, the first day was over. Students began flooding into the parking lot, getting into their cars and heading home. Blake stood outside the doors, and waited for his boyfriend and brother. Wes arrived first, and stood next to him. Scott showed up a few seconds later and the three drove back home.

Once they arrived, Wes went back to his house to check on his parents and drop his things off. He and Blake already made plans for another visit that night. Scott was a bit displeased; he did not want to hear his brother having sex with another dude right before going to bed, their moans and howls being etched into his mind.

At around six, the doorbell rang. Blake flew down the staircase and hastily opened the door. There was the one thing that was occupying his thoughts all day.

"Finally, I get some alone time with yuh." Wes gave his mate that little half-smile.

"Couldn't come any sooner," Blake leaped at his lover, only to have Wes pick him up and hold him across his arms.

"You'll be comin' sooner, sugar." Wes gave Blake a deep kiss, slipping his tongue into Blake's mouth, Blake happily let it in just as he let Wes in the door. Their lips parted and Blake let out a contented sigh.

Wes walked over to the couch, still holding Blake as he plopped himself on it. He didn't even notice that Scott was sitting in the armchair the whole time; he just wanted to see his love. Scott of course was shifting nervously, seeing such a gigantic dog cradling his brother was just...very odd to him.

Blake put his arms around Wes's neck. "Hey, we should go get some food, I'm getting hungry."

Wes smiled. "You must be a mind reader, sugar, I'm starvin'." Blake looked at his brother.

"You wanna come along, Scott?" Scott hesitated.

"Uhh...umm...sure, I guess, but...can you put my brother down? Its kinda...weird." Wes had another devilish smile on his mug. Wes wanted to shock the poor pup by grabbing his love's butt, or licking the crotch of his pants, but he decided that he didn't want to bruise the poor kids mind, so he plopped Blake into the free spot next to him.

Blake sat forward and clapped his paws. "Let's go! Uncle Martin's is calling!"

The trio put on their winter gear, piled into Blake's car, and headed to the plaza. Uncle Martin's was not too busy that night, it never really is in winter, most furs preferred to stay home during the cold times.

Wes, once again, shocked a different waitress as he ate enough for three people. Scott was actually amazed, he thought it was cool. Blake felt joyous, the person who he thought would be most critical of him and Wes's relationship actually thought his boyfriend was cool. Scott started asking more questions to Wes, really getting to like knowing him.

"So, how much can you bench? I'm gonna guess five hundred pounds!" Wes slapped his paw on the table and chuckled.

"Yuh really wanna know?" Wes lifted his right arm and gave it a quick flex, Blake felt his sheath tingle at the sight of the white, fur-covered mound of muscle, he blushed a little.

"Muh record is six hundred eighty." Scott's jaw dropped and both paws slammed on the dining table.

"No fuckin' way!" Blake quickly elbowed his brother in the side.

"Where in public, stupid, I don't want old people coming over and calling us bad kids, AGAIN." Scott looked down and apologized.

Time passed, the bill came, Blake and Wes both chipped in. The three went back home, it was almost eight when they arrived back at the Fausten house.

Scott wanted to hang out with Wes more, but all Blake wanted to do was have his alone time, which he was still waiting for.

"Hey Wes, wanna play some video games?!" Scott asked energetically.

"Sure, what you got in mind?" Wes sat next to Blake, who was in the middle of the couch.

"Have you ever played a Wii before?" Scott's tail started to wag.

Wes smiled. "Yeah, I actually have one, got it for muh birthday. I love that Super Smash Brothers Brawl; it's a hell of a game!"

Wes jumped out of the armchair. "NO WAY! That is what I was gonna ask if you wanted to play!" Blake was getting irritated at his brother, he wanted to be alone with his love, not have Scott hang around him all the time. He tried to shrug off his irritation.

"Scott, I'm just going to end up winning again." Scott didn't even listen; he was too busy getting the Wii ready to play."

While Scott had his back turned, Wes reached his paw over and placed it on Blake's thigh, Blake could feel warmth radiating from the massive paw, and he felt better.

The game began, Scott chose Link, Blake took Solid Snake, and Wes picked...Princess Peach, making Scott let out a guffaw. They fought a ten minuet brawl, and both of the Sheppies were dumbfounded when they were both beaten by Wes and his pink princess.

"No way! You totally whooped our asses!" Scott loudly proclaimed.

Wes smiled. "Too bad I didn't tell yuh how good I was.

The three played some more, watched some television, and before they knew it, it was almost ten.

"Scott, me and Wes are going to head to my room, and probably be going to bed." Scott frowned, he was having fun. Then he realized the truth behind their departure.

"Oh...OH! I get it...yeah....I'm just gonna stay down here and watch more television until I go to bed" Wes got up and headed upstairs first.

Blake got up, "Ok, goodnight, bro." Blake hastily ran to the staircase to catch up, his tail wagging.

Scott slumped in the armchair and sighed as he flipped through the channels.

Blake walked into his room; Wes was lying on his bed. Blake closed the door and locked it. He looked at Wes's relaxed body, unable to help himself; he ran at the bed and pounced, landing on top of the bigger canine.

Wes wrapped his arms around his mate. "Ok, now we can finally have some alone time." Blake smiled and kissed him, enjoying Wes's scent, and that cologne he always wore.

Their lips parted. "It's about time, I couldn't wait to get away from my brother," Blake said to Wes.

Wes smirked. "Yur brother sure has taken a liking towards meh; I think I have a new fan."

Blake placed his paws on the sides of Wes's head. "Maybe, but I'll always be your number one." He then locked lips with Wes again, this time his own tongue invading Wes's warm mouth. Wes replied by moving his tongue into Blake's maw, the two slippery muscles dancing the tango in a fang and cheek ballroom.

Both of the canines started feeling themselves get hard, their cocks waking from their furry, fleshy sleeping bags. Their lips parted, a strand of saliva making a bridge between the two muzzles.

"Wanna try anything special tonight?" Blake asked has he sat up and took his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor.

Wes smiled. "I kinda had somethin' in mind, but it's up tuh yuh, sugar." Wes sat up a little and tugged his shirt off, the article carelessly landing near Blake's.

"But first, I think muh lil' pup wants tuh explore this big ol' chest of mine." Blake's tongue fell out of his mouth and dangled to the side, his cock got harder.

Wes grunted and flexed his pectorals, making them dance one at a time. Blake giggled and placed his paws onto Wes's firm belly. It was so deceiving, it made Wes look chubby, but it was very solid like a rock-hard six pack. Blake traced a paw finger around the tight belly, he could feel outlines of abdominals, maybe Wes just had really big abs and made it look like a big belly. Blake moved his paws up and started to rub Wes's giant chest, he ran his finger in the valley between the firm pectorals.

As Blake was feeling up Wes, Wes was doing the same to Blake. Wes's large paws were at Blake's sides, stroking up and down, his thumbs rubbing Blake's semi-formed abs. Blake had a good four pack going, the outlines were visible, but not perfectly defined.

Blake placed a fingertip on each of Wes's pierced nipples. "Do these piercings hurt?"

Wes moaned a bit. "No, I actually like having them tugged on a bit." He winked at Blake.

Blake smiled and fitted the silver studs in between his thumb and pointer finger. He gave a light, quick tug, making Wes jump and yip. He tugged on them again, slowly this time, Wes let out a long moan, he could feel Wes's cock push against his butt, as he was seated on top of him. Wes started to give Blake the same treatment, moving his paw fingers to the Sheppie's nipples and gently twisting them.

Blake moaned and moved his paws up to Wes's neck, spreading them out at the shoulders. Wes lowered his arms to let Blake move his paws down their girthy length, and when Blake's paws stopped at the biceps, he gave them a flex and Blake started to gently rub the solid, bulging muscles.

"God...your muscles are so hard...solid...powerful." Blake was amazed at how large the Bull Terriers arms were as he explored every inch of the limb.

Wes let out a little chuckle. "Those ain't the only things that're rock hard right now."

Blake instantly got the picture, and then it dawned on him how tight his pants were fitting. Blake stood up on his bed, and undid his pants button and zipper. Wes followed suit and both of the canines had their pants and underwear off in record time.

"Before you start lickin' I wanna have some fun first." Wes told his lover as he patted onto his belly, motioning Blake to have a seat there. Blake did as told, and sat on Wes's stomach, making him groan a bit under the weight. Wes leaned his head forward and gave Blake's crotch a deep smell, delighting in the aroma of Blake's musk and the smell of his fur. As he exhaled, he let out a deep murr and his eyes almost rolled into the back of the big dogs head. Wes put his paws on Blake's hips, holding him down, and then he surprised Blake by giving his cock a super speedy lick, making Blake yip and jump. Wes began to lick the Sheppie cock, starting from the sheath and sliding to the head, making sure to lap up any pre that leaked out. The sensation was driving Blake over the edge, he threw his head back and moaned loudly, he didn't care if Scott heard him, he was enjoying this too much.

Wes had another surprise coming; he slid his left hand to Blake's rump and grabbed his left cheek. After a nice squeeze, he stuck out his index paw finger and started to tease Blake's hungry puckerhole.

Wes paused the licking and fingering and revealed his new sexual plan to his mate. "Now that yur good and worked up, I wanna try something different, if that's ok."

Blake stopped moaning to listen. "What's that, stud?"

Wes smiled, "I want you to fuck muh ass this time."

Blake never really pictured himself as being dominant, and since Wes was a lot bigger than him, he really didn't know why Wes would want that, but he wanted his lover to be happy, so he would oblige this time.

"Well, if that is what you want, I'll try it." Blake backed from his mate and Wes flipped around, making the bed squeak and grumble as he repositioned his hefty body. There he was, the huge dog on all fours as Blake had been the other day. Wes slid onto his forearms so that his big rump was hoisted in the air. Blake sat there, marveling at the mammoth posterior.

Wes looked back at Blake. "Go ahead, partner, show muh what you can do." Wes gave his ass a shake and his short tail started to wag a bit.

Blake remembered how Wes rimmed him the other day; he figured he would give it a try. He put a paw on each side of Wes's butt, and wow, did Wes have a nice ass, perfectly shaped and huge. Blake couldn't resist, he gave it a slap.

Wes yipped, "Yeah, that's the stuff, do it again."

Blake slapped Wes's ass again, this time hitting it harder. Wes moaned and growled a bit. Blake gave his ass one more good slap, and then licked the cheek he struck, as if to apologize. Blake kept using his tongue, moving it to the crack and Wes's pink puckerhole. Wes gave the hole another deep lick, the flavor was not the best, but the reaction it got from Wes made it enjoyable. He gave it another rough lick, making Wes growl. As Blake was licking, he noticed Wes's giant cock and ballsac just hanging there in between his legs, not getting any attention. Blake moved his hands from Wes's cheeks to the massive, pink member, one hand stroking the shaft, the other fondling the balls.

Wes felt a wave of pleasure come over him; Blake sure knew what he was doing back there. Blake's slippery tongue slid Wes's pucker, exploring the tight cavern. Blake began to pump Wes's cock faster; he loved feeling its heat in his paw.

Wes yelled, "Aww...FUCK...Yuh sure know how tuh work that tongue...Goddamn...I want yuh in me, sugar, fuck meh...NOW"

Blake was actually a bit startled when Wes yelled at him, but at the same time turned on by his desire to be fucked. Blake stood on his knees, and inched his cock closer to the saliva-covered hole.

"Uhh...Wes...do you need the lube?" Wes looked back at Blake.

He smiled. "Naw, I think yuh got meh nice 'n' slippery, get in meh."

Blake put his paws on Wes's waist, and pushed his cockhead into the wet hole. The warmth of Wes's hole felt indescribable, much better than any session of pawing off could offer. Wes let out a deep moan and arched his back. Blake figured Wes was used to this, so he slid in further.

Blake's cock had made it all the way inside, eight inches of German Shepard fitting nicely inside of Wes's backside. The feeling of having his entire cock surrounded by warm, wet flesh was euphoric. Wes was loving the feeling as well, it had been a good while since he had played the bottom role.

Blake instinctively began to move his hips, slowly humping the larger dog. Blake started to pick up the pace, the sensation getting better with speed. Wes grabbed one of Blake's pillows and bit it, burying a scream in the foamy headrest. Blake tried the same thing Wes did to him the other day; he laid on Wes's back and hooked his arms around Wes's shoulders. Blake started to jackhammer the tight hole, his tail flailing about as his hips bucked madly. Wes screamed more into the pillow, his curses muffled out.

Blake could feel his knot forming and slowed down a bit. He lowered his muzzle to Wes's ear, panting heavily.

*pant* "You ready...*pant*...to be tied?" *pant*

Wes let his grip go of the pillow. *gasp* "Yeah, but let me flip around again, so we are *gasp* looking at each other.

Blake reluctantly pulled his solid cock out of warm hole, it felt like being thrown into a blizzard before getting to dry off after a shower. Wes quickly flipped his massive frame over, lying on his back. Wes lifted his legs into the air, the hungry pucker coming back into Blake's view.

"Go for it, partner, tie us up."

Blake hastily plunged his cock back into Wes's hole, knot and all. Wes let out a holler from the thick knot invading him, but it was a perfect kind of pain. Blake layed on top of Wes, their chests touching and Wes's cock held between the two furry bodies. Blake began to buck his hips again, the sensation of Wes's insides all around his cock and knot driving him crazy with pleasure. Wes was loving the sensation of his cock being grinded in between the two, and the mix of Blake's cock poking against his prostate made his knot form.

Blake was ready. "Ugh...oh God...here it...UGHNF," Blake squeezed Wes's body tight as his cock began to throb deep inside Wes's rectum, flooding the chamber with his creamy, sticky seed. Blake pushed himself up and threw his head back, his tongue lolling to the side. Wes felt his insides warm up as Blake's seed coated his interior.

*pant* "Fuck...you feel amazin' inside of meh, *pant* but now its muh turn, give me a helpin' paw." Blake looked back down and Wes's cock, standing freely with knot formed.

With the two still tied, Blake grabbed the giant cock, one paw on the knot and one on the shaft. Blake began to move his hands up and down as if Wes's cock was a plunger handle. Blake was looking down directly at the cock, waiting for it to gush.

Wes grabbed the pillow behind his head and pulled on its sides. "Aww, FUCK...here...it...FUUUCK!!!"

Blake felt the cock spasm in his paws, the cumslit let loose and Wes's seed shout out like a geyser, nailing Blake in the face. Blake was waiting for it with an open maw, catching as much seed as he could until he was distracted by an unfamiliar noise.

Rrrrrrip.

Wes had torn Blake's pillow in half, foam chunks flying about.

*pant* "Aww shit, *pant* I dun...*pant*... broke yur pillow." Blake wasn't sure what to feel. He was amazed at Wes's raw strength, angry that he didn't have something to rest his head on, and satisfied from the sexual encounter he just had, Blake chose a reaction, he laughed.

Wes saw what his mate was doing, so he did the same and started to chuckle at the fact that he just destroyed a piece of Blake's bed. Blake rest himself on top of Wes again, he felt his cock pop out of Wes's ass and begin to contract back to the warmth of his sheath.

"That's ok; I need a new one anyway." Blake licked his lover across the muzzle.

Wes wrapped his thick arms around Blake's midriff. "Heh, anyway, that was amazin', yuh fucked me real good, did yuh like it?"

Blake looked into his mates eyes. "It felt incredible, but I think I like it the other way around, I guess I like being the bitch."

Wes chucked. "No problem with that, I like it either way, but we can keep yuh the bitch for now." Wes returned a lick, getting a taste of his own cum that was still stuck on Blake's face.

Blake smiled, "Let's take a shower and get cleaned up for tomorrow, another big day of school is ahead."

Wes smiled back. "Only if we get tuh shower together this time, I wanna make sure yuh wash behind yur ears."

Blake laughed and gave Wes a kiss as he was carried into Blake's bathroom.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Scott had the volume on the television almost on maximum, he turned it up when he heard Wes yelling, and boy, was he loud! Scott wasn't turned on by any of it, he knew he wasn't gay, but in the back of his mind, he wondered what sex with Wes would be like for his brother, he imagined painful.

*******

Tuesday morning came around, waking the two lovers as it did the previous day. This time, Blake was sleeping on top of Wes because he was down to one pillow now. Wes was the most comfortable bed he had ever slept on.

The school day moved on by, class by class as normal. Bill sat at their table once again, it seemed he would be a permanent addition; Haley had no objections, since she was too shy to talk whenever he was around. Drew kept trying to get friendlier with Blake, talking to him more often. Blake was not sure of what to think about this. Sure, it was nice to get to know someone, but why now all of the sudden? Blake would have to watch and see how this played out; hopefully Drew didn't know anything and was trying to lead Blake into a false state of friendship.

The school day ended, Wes went back to his house and would stay home this time, to Blake's disappointment. He figured it would be a good idea anyway, Doug and Sandy returned from their little vacation, and Blake didn't want to get busy with Wes while his parents were home, that would be just too awkward, as if having sex with Scott home wasn't enough. Blake could definitely tell his parents had fun; they seemed so relaxed and enamored with each other, like it was their honeymoon all over again.

That night, he went to Wes's house this time. He helped Wes get some homework done, and then ended up having a make out session on Wes's bed. No penetration this time, but they did paw each other off, trying to be as silent as possible, since Mae had sharp ears and would probably burst in and take a picture of the two caught in the act, something her sick sense of humor was good at doing, catching people at the most inopportune moments. He bid his love farewell and spent the rest of the night in the company of his family. He did have trouble sleeping, however, he missed Wes's warmth, he just told himself that he would see him in the morning and eventually drifted off.

******

Wednesday came and went. This day was also the last day of 2008; the two lovers spent the night together and ushered in the New Year in each others arms. Blake promised that they would see 2010 together; nothing could separate him from Wes. Wes replied by telling his love that nothing could bring them apart.

Blake truly was in love with Wes, he couldn't even look at the other half-naked guys in the locker room anymore, they did nothing for him. Blake believed that Wes held the same devotion, but no one can ever know is running through of the minds of others without seeming too...interrogative.

In fact, Wes's love and devotion for Blake spanned further than he could imagine, Wes truly did love his little pup, he would give his life for him if the time would, God forbid, occur.

*******

Thursday became past. Friday ended. It was now the weekend, nothing but rest and relaxation for two whole days. Unfortunately, a blizzard hit the region, covering the town in a thick white blanket and confining its residents to stay in their homes. Both families were kept in their homes the weekend, the parents enjoying a day or two off from work.

Blake and Wes did get to visit each other, since it was just a walk between houses; it was kind of hard to get lost. The two enjoyed themselves, playing video games with Scott and enjoying a dinner cooked by Sandy at Blake's house, and just laying together in bed for hours and catching up on any homework at Wes's house.

*******

The next week zoomed by, and soon enough, January was over and February began. January was pretty uneventful, Mae got a job at the bank, the same job she had back in Winrey. This was good for Blake and Wes; this meant they could have some fun at Wes's house when the two adults were out working.

Things were going well at school. Blake got to see what kind of student Wes was. Wes was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but not the dullest, he was pretty much an average student, not excelling, but not failing. Blake loved it when Wes needed homework help, it was a perfect moment to come over and be near him. Sometimes they would get distracted; Wes always did have playful paws that liked to grab and squeeze, resulting in lost study time.

The acquaintance with Bill grew, lunch was the only hour he shared with Blake, but Bill really did like having his friendship. Drew even sat at their table a couple times; Blake could tell he seemed a little intimidated by Wes. Drew never did talk to Wes, only to Blake, and sometimes Bill when it came to the computer class.

Carla finally got a boyfriend. After she knew she had to give up trying on Blake, it was time to find some real love. She started dating Stan Taylor, a cougar who happened to be the class clown, always cracking jokes and making people laugh at his antics. Carla loved to laugh, and Stan always found a way to make her do so. Blake was overjoyed, he liked seeing her happy with someone she could truly love.

Drew kept getting closer to Blake; Blake started to suspect him of knowing something less, since no one in the school ever hinted at the notion of knowing the truth about him. Juniper Hills had a strict no open displays of affection rule, even though Wes and Blake were the only gay students, they couldn't really show it without running the risk of suspension from this rule. They kept their tender moments to after-lunch bathroom visits, making sure the room was empty.

Everything was going smoothly.

*******

February began, and this would be winter's last month to have its icy grip on the region.

Juniper Hill's High was decorated for Valentine's Day, regardless of the strict anti-romance rules prohibiting any public romance.

Love still was in the air, however. Haley, with some encouragement from her girl-friends, asked Bill on a date, something very unorthodox since it was supposed to be the male asking. Bill wavered when he was asked, but rejected the offer. Carla and the others just tried to convince her that he was shy, but she was not depressed, she was pissed! After a promise of some shoe-shopping, she calmed back down and forgot all about Bill.

Wes had a very special night planned for Blake, however, something that Blake had dreamed about but never really told Wes yet. Wes was going to blow his pup's mind.

After school, Wes invited Blake over for another "study session," the perfect lie. Blake came over, and after noticing that Mae and Austin were both working, he knew something was up, and in his favor.

Blake went upstairs and turned the knob and Wes's door. Locked.

"Hey Wes! It's me! Let me in, silly!" Blake knocked on the door.

Wes chuckled from behind the door. "I'll let yuh in, but first, yuh gotta take yur clothes of 'cept yur under britches and put yer paws over yur eyes."

A giant smile grew on Blake's face. He quickly ripped of his shirt and khakis, throwing them carelessly in the hallway and had his paws over his eyes. "Ok, I'm naked and my eyes covered."

Blake heard the knob click and the door open. Instantly he smelled Wes, he could smell his scent, along with the aromatic cologne.

"Ok, now, come on in, " Wes said to his lover.

Blake slowly walked into the room, wondering what he was about to see. He could already feel his cock start to awaken, anticipating what kind of Valentine he would be receiving.

"Open 'em" Blake took his paws off of his face and threw his hazel eyes wide open. What he saw next gave him an instant hard-on as he gasped.

There was Wes, dressed in his navy blue wrestling singlet, "Winrey High" in big bold letters sewn on the front. He wasn't wearing the helmet Blake had seen in a picture of him, but Wes's bulge was taking away any wardrobe distractions.

Wes smiled, looked at his mate's eyes, then at Blake's cock that was standing in attention, making a tent in his boxers, and said, "Wanna wrassle?"

Before Blake could answer, Wes charged. Wes used some unconventional moves, and took Blake to the floor, making him yelp as he was taken down so effortlessly. Wes lay on top of his lover and grabbed one of his feet and started to tickle it. Blake laughed hysterically, starting to tear up.

"C'mon, Blake, yuh didn't even use any force on meh, yuh 'aint a good wrassler." Blake stopped laughing, finding it a bit hard to breathe under Wes's full weight.

*gasp* "I don't wanna hurt my shoulder; you might end up breaking it again with your massive massiveness, my love." Wes chuckled at his nonsense.

Blake smiled, even though Wes's feet were the only thing near his head. "But I do love the singlet; you are so fuckin' hot in it."

Wes repositioned himself so that he was lying on his side near his mate, Blake still lying belly down on the bedroom floor. Their eyes met.

"I reckon I'll have to go soft on you then." Wes put his paw on the back of Blake's head, sliding his paw fingers through Blake's head fur, and kissed him passionately. Their tongues decided to do the wrestling, fighting over control in the arena their locked maw's had created.

Wes's bulge was growing to a considerable size; Blake could not help but to start stroking it though the singlet. Wes parted their lips to let out a deep moan. Blake took this opportunity to push Wes on his back and hop on top of him.

"Now who's pinned down?" Blake said as he triumphantly sat on Wes's abdomen, putting his paws on Wes's shoulders and looking down at his lover.

Wes chuckled. "Good move there, partner, but this singlet is getting awful tight." Wes got up, and Blake hopped off of him and sat on the floor by his foot paws.

Wes decided a little striptease was in order. He slowly lowered the shoulder straps of the singlet and pulled it down. His chest and belly were now exposed. Blake took the moment and reached up and ran his fingertips over Wes's exposed upper body, feeling the solid muscles that Wes had revealed. Blake ripped off his boxers and tossed them carelessly behind him, his cock standing in full attention.

Wes turned around, and started to pull the singlet down further, his ass slowly coming into view. Wes's stubby tail slid out of the hole in the back, and started to wag. Blake reached up his lovers back and caressed the slopes and valleys of his back, then sliding down to the big butt and giving it a great squeeze. Wes yipped.

Wes turned back around, singlet still covering his crotch in front. Ever so slowly, he started to peel it down, Blake ready to receive his gift. Wes's cock finally popped out of the tightly fitting spandex and bopped Blake on the muzzle. Blake got a nose full of Wes's musk, a drop of pre oozing out and sticking to his face. Wes shimmied off the singlet and threw it into the closet behind him.

There he was, standing nude in his full glory; Blake seized Wes's meat and began to give it a rough licking. Wes's own paws went to his nipples and began to tug at them as Blake licked up and down his cock. Blake came to Wes's ball sac, also giving it a good salivary bath. Blake started to seize the rock hard member into his muzzle, taking a deep breath as he went all the way down on it. Having his cock deep-throated was something new for Wes; his last boyfriend could only make it half-way before gagging. It felt amazing; Wes threw his head back and howled.

"Oooh...FUCK...that feels so damn good...oooh." Blake started to rock his head back and forth, making Wes moan even more.

Blake pulled back, getting a fresh supply of oxygen. Wes put his paws on Blake's shoulders to stop him from going down again. Wes changed position; he got on the floor and laid on his back, cock standing tall in the air.

He looked Blake in the eyes, who was on his knees next to him. "Wanna go for a ride?"

Blake happily obliged, he instinctively went over to Wes's dresser and grabbed the lube, giving his tight pink hole a good greasing. He then stood over his mate, looking down at him, smiling the whole time.

Blake slowly started to lower his hole closer to the free-standing cock, and after a little target practice, the head hit its mark and popped into Blake's pucker. Blake truly did love Wes's cock in his ass; it was so thick and filling. Blake slowly began to lower himself onto the cock, inch by inch, until he was sitting on top of Wes's pelvis.

Wes put his paws onto Blake's hips. "Yuh sure are getting good at fittin' muh meat up in there, I'm proud of yuh." Blake smiled at him.

*moan* "I'm glad you enjoy it, stud" Blake began to slowly move his body up and down, using his thighs to power his pumping. Wes was also helping, lifting Blake up and down every so slightly. Blake began to bob faster, placing his paws onto Wes's as they both enjoyed the wonderful sensations.

Their knots began to form, Wes's from the tight ass his cock was buried in and Blake's from the internal massage of his prostate. Wes's grip on Blake's waist strengthened and Blake gave one last downward push as he became tied to Wes. Blake could not move up and down anymore, so he began to move his ass in a circular pattern, like he was using a hula-hoop. Wes moaned loudly, he was getting close.

"Oooh shit...here it comes...oooh FUUUCK." Wes's cock throbbed madly inside of Blake, coating Blake's inside with a fresh layer of spooge.

Blake didn't stop his motion; however, he just moved a paw to his cock and began to stoke it, grabbing the knot when he felt his cum getting ready to spill.

Blake threw his head back and released his load, cum spraying all over Wes's body, adding more white to his already white fur. Wes ran a paw finger over the cum on his chest, and licked it off, savoring his loves flavor.

Blake, spent and in a sexually euphoric trance, fell over onto his lover, breathing heavily and still tied with him.

Wes whispered to his mate, "Happy Valentine's Day, sugar."

The two stayed on Wes's floor for a good while, even after they became untied. It was a Friday; no school in the morning, the entire night was theirs to enjoy being close together, and the joyful assurance that the weekend would be theirs as well.

*******

February turned to March, and spring was waking once again.

The snow and coldness were gone, the trees and plants were beginning to grow green again and flowers sprang up around the town. Blake could finally show Wes the town in its true, un-blanketed form.

Juniper Hills was actually very beautiful. The plaza was a very pleasing place to relax in, the fresh air, the gentle splashing of the fountain, the abundant shade from the trees, the perfectly laid brick sidewalks, it was picturesque. The church, St. Francis's as the townsfolk called it, was the dominant structure of the town; it was a large chapel with a six-story tall steeple with a clock that chimed every hour.

Something didn't seem right to Blake that month. Carla never really talked about her boyfriend, Stan, to him. He figured Carla would just love to spill all the romantic details about him, but she hardly ever did. Blake wondered what the problem would be, there were no signs yet, but things may develop with time.

March also marked the mid-point of the semester, not much longer until graduation and college, something Blake was excited about. He told Wes all of the future plans; they would go to The University of Chacigo, located in the outskirts of the big city. It was only a three-hour dive away, and had fairly reasonable pricing, it seemed perfect.

March was already drawing at its end, everything seemed to be fine at school and no one had suspected Blake and Wes's relationship yet, even though the two came close to getting caught a few times in the bathroom.

*******

April. Important revelations would be made this month, mostly shocking if anything.

It was April 11th, a Friday, and they day had ended. Blake was waiting outside for Wes to take him home, when Bill came up to him, focusing on Blake with his piercing sky blue eyes.

"Hey, Blake, how are you?" He asked, Blake could hint at a bit of nervousness in his voice.

"I'm fine, just waiting for my neighbor so I can take him home." Blake looked past him into the school's foyer.

"Oh, right, well, I was...wondering if I could...maybe come over to your house, and you know, hang out?"

Blake was surprised, all these months, Bill was pretty quiet, he didn't really seem the social type, he really must be shy still. Blake remembered that he had never seen him hanging out with any other students, he was always walking alone in the halls, sitting by himself in study hall, but anyway, it was good to have another friend. Blake did think he was quite attractive, if Wes had never moved to town, he would be thinking Bill could be a possible date right now. He was not as tall or muscular as Wes, but his blond hair, sky blue eyes, and pure white horns contrasting with his ebony fur was very beautiful.

Blake's mind caught up to him and slapped him...he felt he knew what was going on. He just kept along with it for now.

Blake smiled at his new friend. "Sure, that's fine with me; we can play some video games. I know you like them since I hear you talking about them with Drew in Computer Programming."

Blake noticed Bill's reaction. Bill had a shy-looking smile on his snout, his long tail wrapped around his left leg, his hands behind his back.

"Yeah, that would be a lot of fun, do you know...if..." Bill just stopped and looked down.

"Never mind, let's just wait for Wes to come outside." Blake wondered what Bill was thinking right now, he knew that he really wanted to say something, maybe all would be answered later.

A few seconds later, Wes exited, stood in front of his lover, and nodded at him. Blake told Wes that Bill would be coming over too; Wes seemed a bit confused, but said that it seemed like a swell idea. Bill told them he would follow them to Blake's house in his car, since he had a bit a drive to get back to his house in Maple Grove.

A short while later, the two cars pulled into the Fausten house driveway. Blake knew that Scott was going to a friend's house after school, and that his parents were both at work. Wes departed to his house, to drop off some things and greet Mae, who was home that day. He told Blake he would be over shortly, there was no goodbye kiss, however, since Bill was watching.

Blake let Bill into his home, Bill commented on the decorations, the nice television set, and the pleasing, fresh aroma the house had. Blake sat on the couch and Bill took a seat in the armchair.

"So, what should we do first, Bill?" Blake was disappointed that he could not be close to his mate with Bill around, but happy that he was getting closer to him, as a friend.

Bill had the same nervous tone in his voice. "Well...umm...I don't know, what do you like to do?" Bill was rubbing his shoulder and looking to the side in an uneasy manner.

"Well, let's wait for Wes to come back over, then we can play some video games." Bill got interested; as if this was the moment he had been waiting for.

Bill looked at Blake. "Umm...can I...ask something about you...please don't hate me for it though, I...don't mean to offend you." Bill started fidgeting a bit, as if it was taking a lot of courage for him to talk.

Blake felt he knew what was coming, he played along. "I won't hate you, I don't hate anyone, what do you want to ask?"

Bill inhaled deeply. "Umm...Wes...is he...your boyfriend?" Bill turned his head, as if Blake was going to slap him.

Blake wasn't sure of how to react, he decided the truth was best, at this moment; he didn't care if the whole school knew.

Blake smiled. "Yeah, he is my boyfriend, and I love him. How did you know?"

Bill immediately changed his personality, gone was the nervous bull that was sitting here moments ago. "Really?! Thank God! I was so worried there for a moment. Anyway, I saw you two kissing in your car yesterday after school, you need to be more careful!"

Blake now was really confused. "Uhh...Oh, you did? I just can't...help myself sometimes..."

Bill giggled. "Well, he IS a gorgeous hunk, you are so lucky! God, this town is so...what's the word... hateful... that fits it, I though I was the only fag around here!"

Blake's jaw slacked open and his head tilted. "You...yuh...Wha...huh? You're gay too?"

Bill clapped. "Bingo! Come on, what kind of hetero would pass up all the free pussy in that school? That Haley girl was drooling over me like I was a tender cut of filet mignon."

Blake still was shocked. "I just...you seem so different in school."

Bill sighed and rested his chin on his hand. "I know the story of that school, my dad warned me about what happened a few years ago to a gay student, and told me to keep a 'low profile.'"

Blake understood now. "Well, I'm glad to know there is another one of us now...we should start a club, haha!"

Bill giggled. "Oh, you are too funny. GOD it feels nice to be myself again, I wonder how long I can keep up the shy new student façade...it feels so boring."

Blake felt comfortable now; he knew that he and Wes were not alone in Juniper Hills High.

Bill continued, "Oh, but I am glad to get away from Chacigo, it was horrible! The students there were drug addicted, violent, pregnant whores. All I want is a nice guy to settle down with, not a one-night stand, which I have been in quite a few times, the nerve of some people! I was glad when my poppa got a new job out here, he deserves to be away from that horrible city, and maybe I can find Mr. Right out here as well."

Blake listened closely, he had no idea this could be the same shy bovine he had been eating lunch with every day. "Well, it's gonna be tough to find one out here, I'd wait till after high school."

Bill sighed, realizing Blake was telling the truth. "Oh, I may have too, but let me tell you, there is one guy I really have a crush on, Drew, that buff little hyena in our computer class, he is fine."

Blake wanted to laugh in his face, but held it back. "You do know he is the pastor's son, right? He may be pleasing to the eyes, but he is the last person you want to come out to."

Bill blushed under his dark fur. "Oh, we shall see, you never can really tell, I'm actually getting mixed signals from him. He and I are in the same gym class, and from what I've seen from his behavior, I think I have a better chance than one may think. I just need to wait for the right time."

Blake sighed; going after Drew Lewis was like trying to catch a whale with a child's Dora the Explorer fishing rod, impossible.

At that moment, the door opened and Wes entered, seeing the two seated in the living room.

Bill gave him a sassy wave, "Hey, sweetie!"

Wes froze, a 'What the fuck?' look plastered upon his face. It didn't take long for Blake to catch him up to speed, Wes was glad to have another gay guy on their side. The three spent the rest of Friday talking about Bill's family, history, plans, and desires. This would not be the only shock to happen that month

*******

April 21st, one week and a full weekend after Bill's told the two the truth about him. Bill still kept on his 'mask' at school, playing the shy new kid, but whispering his true voice to them whenever there weren't any ears around to hear it.

Blake noticed something different; Carla was not herself at all that day. He noticed that she was limping ever so slightly. When he asked her about is, she said that she was being clumsy and tripped over a chair, she then tried to hide her injury by acting herself again. Blake was not dumb, he knew something was up.

It wasn't until after school that day, he was sitting in his car and waiting for Wes when he noticed Carla walk across the parking lot to a different car than her own. It was her boyfriend, Stan's car. He got out and walked over to her, he didn't seem happy to see her, his arms to his sides and his paws balled into fists, his head tilted down. She stopped in her tracks and said something, Blake could not tell. Stan threw his arms into the air, as if proclaiming something; Carla shook her head, as if to deny it, he then grabber her wrist and pulled her to his car. When Blake saw him grab her, he knew he was doing something to her, most likely hurting her. Why was Carla with him? He didn't seem to treat her like the princess she was, maybe she liked being treated that way? No. Blake wanted to get the facts straight first, and as the car sped off, he hoped that she would be ok tomorrow; he would have to have a talk with her.

*******

Blake waited until the day was over to say something to Carla. He caught her attention and had her follow him to his car.

"Carla, I need to talk to you." He had that concerned tone to his voice.

"What is it, Blakey?" She sounded worried.

"Its...about your boyfriend, is he hurting you? I need you to be honest with me, I am here for you." Carla looked down.

"No, it's not like that...you see. Stan is going through a rough time right now. His parent's are fighting with each other, and he is really stressed out. Haven't you noticed that he never jokes around any more? He is really on edge, and I forgive him, he is really nice to me, I'm just not sure how to act because my mom and dad never fought, I don't understand how it feels for him. I don't know whether to comfort him or stay away from him for a bit, but I can tell you, Blakey, everything is ok, really."

Blake felt like this was the truth, Stan did seem stressed out and quiet lately, but regardless, you should never take your anger out on someone who you say you love, that is not right. Blake hugged her.

"Thank you for telling me, just...please be careful, if he ends up hurting you badly, I'm not sure if I can keep from making him pay for it, regardless of what his parents are doing. Stay safe, princess." Carla hugged him tight.

"I will, Blakey, don't worry, I won't let him hurt me."

Blake hoped her words would be true, only time would tell now.

*******

April 27th, Sunday, Wes was at Blake's house. The two were helping Sandy plant flowers around the patio. Sandy had always wanted a nice floral arrangement, and she was charmed at the help she was getting. She was delighted with Wes's strength; he could carry five forty-pound bags of soil in his arms like they were nothing.

While Sandy was getting her green thumb going, over in another part of town, someone was sitting alone in the plaza.

Church had gotten out an hour ago, and noon was approaching. A hyena was sitting alone on the bench he had witnessed Blake and Wes on months ago. He remembered that day. He saw the two kiss and walk away hand in hand. All he could think about was that, the two males bonding together and showing their true love for each other, something his father considered damnation. All he could do was imagine...

...to be just like them.

Drew, the pastor's son, the one teen in town who anyone would think of to be as religious as his father...was gay.

He knew deep down inside he was, he wanted to live his life like Blake and Wes, he wanted to be with another man. He just was not attracted to girls, each gender has a scent, a shape, a feel, and females were something he did not have any desire for. He tried to be what his father would think of as normal, dating a girl his father recommended to him. Drew felt no love. He did not want her. He did not want her to touch him. He knew what he wanted, but it was something that he could not have. He could never tell his father, his mother, his family. He would be outcast, the town would reject him. All he could do was dream, imagine the same sensation Blake felt that day, how happy he would be.

He realized this was going to be just a dream, and put his face into his paws and sobbed lightly. He didn't care if anyone saw him, the pastor's son and member of the Juniper Hill football team, a tough specimen of hyena like himself, just wanted to cry.

That is why he was trying to get close to Blake, but he was scared too. He wanted to be with Blake, but he knew he was taken. All he could do was sit alone and cry bitter tears.

The quiet plaza was interrupted by a noisy clopping, it was getting closer. Drew could hear someone walking toward him, but he didn't wipe his tears and try to act tough.

"...are you ok?" A familiar voice said to him.

Drew peeked though his paw fingers and saw the feet of the voice. Two black hooves were in front of him, he knew who it was now.

Drew took his paws from his face and looked up, there was the voice's face, blond hair lightly swaying in the gentle breeze, two angelic sky blue orbs focusing on him.

"Drew...is something the matter...I've...never seen you like this. Did something happen in your family?" Bill took the moment to sit next to him on the bench, making it creek under his larger frame.

Drew could not tell anyone, if there was one person he wanted to talk to, it was Blake. He just tried to grin and bear it.

"No, nothing is wrong, I'm fine, I've got allergies and they make my eyes water." Bill didn't want that answer, he wanted to get the truth out of Drew, now was the moment he was waiting for.

"You don't have to lie. I know that we are just friends from class...but...I hate seeing others sad, I want to help. If there is one person you can tell something, that is me; I never break a promise or do something to hurt someone's feelings."

Drew's emotions were in control. He never would have told anyone this...but...he felt that he could trust him. Bill was a new student, and very shy, so he didn't think that Bill would go around telling everyone in the school about his true feelings he wanted to share.

"Well, I have these...feelings that I am told I should not be having. And there is this person I know who I want to share them with, but I'm afraid that if I do, I might send the wrong signal. I...it's just something I can't share with anyone but him." Drew closed his eyes, his ears sagged and his head tilted down.

Things started running through Bill's head. He had to come up with something to ask, he could feel the moment drawing near, but he didn't want to be too blunt.

"Could you tell me who this person is? Maybe I could help." Bill wanted to put a hand on Drew's knee, but waited for an answer.

Drew opened his chocolate brown eyes and looked up; he remembered that Bill and Blake were kind of close, maybe Bill could help him after all. "This person, you know him, I think you and he are friends, it's...Blake, he is the one I need to talk to."

At this moment, the puzzle pieces fit together, the gears clicked; things were turning in Bill's favor. He seized his moment, and placed his hand on top of Drew's paw, caressing it ever so gently. Drew turned toward Bill, his eyes full of confusion and comfort at the same time. Bill smiled.

"I know what you want to talk about, and I would be grateful if you want to talk to me instead, since Blake and I are one in the same. I am gay, just like Blake and Wes, and I would love nothing more than to get to know you, the real you."

Drew could not believe what he heard. Was an Angel listening to his thoughts? Did he meet Bill this day by fate? Someone who knew what he was feeling was sitting next to him, and they were hand in hand. For the first time in his life, Drew felt a sense of completion, of finally being able to be understood.

Drew could not control his emotions, he wrapped his arms around Bill and embraced him, just the same as he had seen Blake and Wes do months ago. Bill did not hesitate to return the embrace, placing his chin on Drew's forehead as he heard the hyena start to sob a bit.

"Oh, Bill...you are the only person I know that could understand me, thank you. I...I want to know you too, your true self, the one who I have never seen until this moment. I know what my feelings tell me, I know that I am gay, but I am afraid to tell the people I know, mainly my father, the pastor. He is very closed-minded; I'm not sure what to do." Drew sobbed a bit as he pushed his face into Bill's chest; the bull's scent was more satisfying than anything he had ever smelled.

Bill started to gently rub the hyena's back. "The time will come, you just can't run you're whole life, you can't be ashamed of who you are. You were made this way, and this is how you should live, you should not change yourself for anyone else, only yourself, or you will live a miserable life. Drew, I want to be the one for you, I want to be the one who you can always trust and depend on. Would you?"

Tears started rolling down Drew's muzzle. "I do, I just want to be close to you, to enjoy your company, to talk about things I have never been able to, to feel your warmth."

The two sat on the bench for over an hour. Many furs walked by in the plaza, noticing the two, but they did not care who saw them. This was their time; no one was going to ruin it. After the emotional beginning, Bill finally got to having some fun with Drew.

"You know, Drew, ever since I saw you in the computer class, I thought you were the hottest guy I had seen that day." Drew blushed, something he had rarely done.

"To tell the truth, I thought you were pretty hot yourself. I love your eyes, your cute snout, your strong body," Drew leaned in and whispered, "and your perfect ass."

Bill giggled, blushing under his ebony fur. "My body is just natural muscle, most of us bulls just grow this way, but my ass is rather...voluptuous?"

Drew was having the best day of his life, something he had always wanted was here and he had no intentions of letting him go.

The church bell rang; it was two in the afternoon. Bill remembered that he had to get home, he only came to town that day to get some lunch, but ended up with a new boyfriend, and this time, he hoped it would be for real. He told Drew he had to go, Drew forced himself to understand that he and Bill could not stay in the park forever, even though he wanted to. They exchanged cell phone numbers, and Bill promised he would call later.

Just as Bill was getting up, Drew stopped him. "Before you go...there is something....that I want to experience for the first time...I hope I'm not...jumping the gun or anything."

Drew swallowed hard. "May I...kiss you?"

Bill melted, Drew was so adorable, any guy that wanted to pound Bill's ass at his old school would only kiss or make out just to get hard. This time, it was out of passion, out of someone finding themselves, out of love.

"Yes, you may."

The same thing happened that day in the park that happened months ago to Blake and Wes. Bill turned his head to the left, Drew turned right. The gap between their lips shortened, until they collided in an explosion of emotion, sensation, and joy. Bill's lips were larger than Drew's, due to his larger snout, but that didn't stop the perfect feeling they were experiencing. Drew could feel his heart racing. Their kiss lasted for what felt like ten minuets, though it was only seconds.

Their lips parted, Drew whimpered as a tear ran down his cheek. They were both blushing.

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To Be Continued...

How will Bill and Drew's relationship go?

Will Drew be able to tell his father?

What new twists will happen in the summer?

Is Stan really abusing Carla?

Will Haley find a boyfriend?

Will Sandy's flowers look nice?

Prom is coming soon, how will that go?

The future is going to be one bumpy ride...

Stay tuned for part three, A Summer to Forget. (really this time!)