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Things were back to normal in a few days, as if nothing had happened between Hammond and I. Since we barely knew each other, it was not as if there were any lack of communication due to the events. In fact, I wasn't even receiving negative attention from him or anyone else. It was just completely normal, and I didn't like it at all.

I don't know what I had expected; I practically raped Hammond, the only consent given being due to a horny cloud in Hammond's brain. what did I expect, to have him bring me flowers and profess his love? If only guys could get pregnant; maybe his parents would have forced him to marry me. Even that irrational idea was crushed by the near-extinction of that ideal. I wouldn't have even minded if he had hated me. I wouldn't care if he beat me up or even killed me later. Why did the result just have to be... nothing?

"If you tell anyone about this, and if you ever try to make me a fag again, I'll take your nuts right off," he had said, just after. Enough to make me think nothing was going to change; it would be pretty suspicious if he suddenly hated someone.

I sat behind Hammond soon thereafter at a school assembly. Why the fates needed to torture me, I didn't know, but it took everything I had not to lean over and smell his scent; I had to fight my very being not to kiss his cheek. Why was I so magnetically attracted to him? I ruffled my short mane and breathed deeply to gain composure. Two of my best male friends on either side of me, both straight, as I claimed to be, most likely thought I was going crazy. Hammond was horsing around in the row ahead. It wasn't obnoxious or disturbing; it was well-behaved in a rowdy, testosterone-driven restlessness. I kept my eyes fixated on the side of his head throughout the entire assembly, adoring every feature. I crossed my legs to hide an erection, but crossing legs was a normal thing for me, so it drew no attention.

"Hey, Addams," my friend Kaisr whispered.

"What--? Oh, hey Kaisr," I responed, breaking my focus on Hammond's neck. I noticed that Hammond didn't even react to my name. Just like normal.

"Are you, like, daydreaming about something, dude? Or does Hammond have something on his face?" Kaisr asked. I noticed Hammond's mouth twitch just the slightest bit. Nobody would have noticed, but I had Hammond's features memorized and could notice the smallest movement.

"Just staring at a random spot," I lied, unsure of if this was one of Kaisr's gay jokes or if the question was sincere. "I was thinking about one of the questions on my Math test today."

"What was it on?" Kaisr asked. "I'm better at Math than you."

"You're a year ahead," I corrected, "and I'm skipping the math you're taking now next year, so I'll be in your class."

"Yeah, yeah. What was it on?" Kaisr insisted.

"Logarithms. It wasn't hard, I was just thinking about the problem," I said.

"Whatever," Kaisr said.

"Guys, shut up," said my other friend, Track.

The rest of the assembly included nothing but my staring at Hammond.

Later that night, I recalled the locker room encounter. I played it back in my head over and over, reliving every detail. Most vivid were the smell of his scent and the taste of rimming him. My dick roared in pleasure at the memory of the memories, the two of which were my favorite experiences of all time. I recalled the strong scent and taste of his large footpaws, and how they felt massaging my genitals. I pretended my hand was Hammond's foot, though the simulation with my small hands wasn't nearly as sensual as his enormous footpaws, with their warm soles, moist with sweat and Hammond's male essence.

My left hand was stimulating my anus, using body lotion as lubricant since I was too shy to buy lube from a pharmacy. I moaned as I remembered Hammond's rock-hard, warm dick massaging my prostate as he fucked me against the wall. Though my three tiny fingers were nothing like his thick nine-inches, I couldn't help but recall faintly the magnitude of that pleasure, and how I had impaled myself balls-deep onto his dick without preparing or ever having much up there before. It drove me over the edge, and cum shot out, landing on the towel I'd laid over my bed before beginning. My semen nearly overshot the towel. What a change that was; before my encounter with Hammond, I had only ever dribbled lightly in ejaculation.

I laid back, remembering the sweet afterglow of my experience with Hammond. He had gently laid me against the wall, and had seemed legitimately happy. I felt as if my orgasm were continuing, just from remembering his cum-soaked dick softening as he bent to pick up the shorts and underwear he had discarded not soon before. For that short moment, it didn't matter that he was ignoring me.

With my eyes closed, my memory continued to play back to me the way it had happened.

"If you tell anyone about this, and if you ever try to make me a fag again, I'll take your nuts right off."

My heart broke again, and I felt empty. The memories before that were scraped into painful gouges that bled my soul dry. The virginity I had given to Hammond became a hole in my chest that could never be filled. I lay there, in tears, and cried myself to sleep without bothering to get redressed.

Hammond wasn't in school the next day. Though I had decided I needed to ignore him like he ignored me, with the purpose of avoiding pain like after the previous night's masturbation session, I couldn't help but notice that the magnetic attraction was no longer there to fight.

I managed not to ask where he was, but with the first mention of his name I immediately caught his absence as due to surgery. Excellent, I thought sarcastically.

I muddled through days of emptiness. It was no better than the feeling of being ignored. It was almost as bad as the pain of remembering my rejection. I was solemn and silent for a week, not answering when asked what was bothering me. I couldn't explain the feeling, and to attempt would expose my biggest secret. Because of these things, I ignored everyone's comments and questions and wallowed in my misery.

Hammond returned the next week with his arm in a sling. I felt relieved, and I noted that the pain did not return when I saw his face. In fact, it was replaced by a warmth I felt throughout my entire body and a feeling of love that I could never feel anywhere else. I melted, and decided it was worth the pain, no matter when it came or for how long, just for the bliss I felt when I saw him.

Life went on as normal for the next few weeks; I ogled Hammond at every opportunity, and nobody noticed except Hammond and I. After all, how could he not know? Every time he looked in my general direction for whatever reason, I was alway looking right back. I swear I saw a look of guilt on his face more than once when he made eye contact with me, but that may have just been my imagination. Other than that possible hallucination, everything was as before. Normal.

Normal, normal, normal.

I couldn't take the normalcy any longer. I stayed home "sick" from school for three days to think. I don't remember what I thought about, exactly, but any intelligent person may have caught on by now and assume it had something to do with Hammond. Three days of thinking, and no epiphany. Was there even one to be had? In my "thinking," was there even anything that I was looking to find out?

Then came the knock on the door. Everyone knows how this story goes; I open the door. It's Hammond. He professes his love to me. We ride off into the rainbow-lined sunset on a cloud of cotton candy. Well, part of that cliché is right.

"Hammond?" I said, in complete shock. I opened the door all the way and stepped back, begging him to come in as subtlely as I possibly could.

"I brought your homework," he said, placing the small pile of papers on the end-table near the couch.

"I usually get it after I go back. I mean, how did you even get all this? You're a Senior and only in a couple of my--"

"I went around and got them for you," Hammond said. I barely stopped my jaw from hitting the floor.

"But... why? I mean--"

"Everyone thought it was weird, too. I mean, we have nothing to do with each other, and suddenly I'm gathering up your homework."

"Why?"

"I needed an excuse," Hammond said. "I needed a reason to be here that wouldn't raise questions."

"Well, thanks. There were a ton of other excuses you could have made that would have been way less... awkward, though."

"Doesn't matter," he said.

"Wait a minute, how do you know where I live?" I asked. Another object hit the pile of homework: my spiral-bound planbook.

"Now I know why everyone writes their address in those things," Hammond joked. "You left it in your desk in Math."

"Why are you here?" I asked. I was full of questions, but also irritation. I had suddenly realized, through my happiness at Hammond's presence, in my house of all places, why this was just so awkward. "Are you here to threaten me again, in case you didn't make yourself clear enough in the locker room? Are you going to tell me I'm not allowed to look anymore, either?"

"I'm sorry," Hammond said. "That day was... hard for me."

"It wasn't easy for me either, given the fact that the one person I've ever actually come out to, so to speak, now wants nothing to do with me. Not that it's any different than it ever was, but now it's awkward."

"I'm sorry," Hammond repeated. "You haven't given me a chance to explain."

I sighed, and sat down next to Hammond on the couch. He seemed to struggle with words for a moment, then stood up.

"Where's your bedroom?" he asked. I led the way, completely confused and unsure of anything. He went up the stairs and straight into my room; there wasn't a door or anything, the stairs opened right into my room. He laid down on my bed, and gestured for me to lie next to him.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, almost cuddling with the boy who was trying to share a bed that he was almost too big for in the first place.

"I don't think it will be as hard if we're like this," Hammond said. "I mean, it will be easier for me to explain. It's more relaxed."

"More comfortable," I added, watching my body language and resisting actual cuddling.

"You did something to me," Hammond said. "I don't mean that in a bad way, but you did something. I don't think it was on purpose, and I don't think you changed anything, really. You just... made me see things different."

"What are you talking about, Hammond?" I asked softly.

"I liked it," Hammond said flatly.

"I know you did. You told me while we were doing it. I believe your exact words were 'I'm not gay, man, but my god, that feels amazing, so I guess I'll let you.' Later, you said, 'Now I see why some guys like to do this shit.'"

"You remember all that?" Hammond said, somewhat amazed.

"I remember everything, Hammond, because that whole ordeal was the best moment in my life," I said, welling up a little bit at the bittersweet memory.

"I'm an asshole," Hammond said. "A complete asshole. Why couldn't I just have accepted that I liked it? I hurt you instead."

"I knew you weren't a mean guy," I assured him. "The only part I was afraid of was the fact that you don't like me the way I like you, because you're straight and... I'm not."

"That's the point," Hammond said. "I don't know why, but I don't think I am, either. I mean, pussies and tits and shit still turn me on..."

"Me too, sometimes," I admitted.

"But, man... I've never had sex like we had before. Never. That's why..."

"We're both bisexual," I said. "The thing is, I lean more towards the homosexual side, and you--"

"And I just don't know," Hammond said, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me close.

"Why now?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?"

"I saw how bad you looked, and how much I hurt you. I'm not a bad guy. I just don't want to be..."

"I don't want to be, either," I said. "Do you think anybody really wakes up in the morning and makes a choice in that matter? That's nonsense. Everyone is born the way they are. Nothing can ever change it, and the only thing you can do is make the most of it. Accept it if you're a guy who likes dick, or a girl who likes pussy, and go with it. You'll miss out on everything if you keep lying to yourself."

"I don't want anyone to know that I'm this way," Hammond said. "The only reason I'm telling you is because I owe it to you. And, well, I guess you assumed that if I didn't kill you back there that I couldn't be completely straight."

"I don't want anyone to know that I'm the way I am, either, Hammond," I said. "The only reason you know is because I can't resist you, no matter what I do."

I felt a movement in Hammond's muscles as I rested my head on him, and I knew he was grinning.

"So then I don't have to worry about you bringing me flowers or asking me out, or anything?" Hammond said.

"I don't like verbal mushy stuff," I assured him, "and even if we were... a couple, or something, I wouldn't ever go public with it, and would be pissed if you did."

"No mushy stuff," Hammond repeated. "Remind me again why I don't want to like guys?"

I gathered up all the courage I had, and moved my head next to Hammond's, kissing him on the cheek. It was the first time any part of me had touched his face, and it was the loveliest feeling in the world. "I don't know, but I want you to know that I'll never blame you, no matter what decisions you make about us."

"Addams," Hammond said, a hint of nervousness in his voice, "I want us."

My heart soared. The memory of the threat in the locker room no logner pained me, because it all fit in this great puzzle. "I want us, too."

Hammond rolled over, his body hovering over mine, and he planted his face onto mine. I felt his big ursine tongue bat around my own leonine one, and the kiss I'd wanted since I first saw him in seventh grade was finally mine. I didn't even think of pursuing Hammond until now, but I'd wanted him for so long. It wasn't until this year that I'd finally surmounted my reservations, now that I'd begun seeing him so much in the day, and it was my best decision ever. I wanted the kiss to last forever, but the three minutes of seemed to pass in seconds.

"Can I be selfish?" Hammond asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I don't want you to think I'm using you," Hammond said, "but--"

"I'm seventeen, Hammond," I said. "I know what you're talking about. I'm horny as hell, too."

"So you won't think I'm using you?" Hammond said.

"I could only love you even more for this," I said, almost moaning with anticipation.

Hammond smiled, and began undressing himself. Finally, he had taken off all his clothes except his underwear.

"I thought you wore boxers?" I said.

"I was hoping things would go this well, and I wanted to look..."

"You look absolutely fucking sexy as hell. Don't bother taking it off yet," I said, eyeing the jockstrap he was wearing. "It's... one of my biggest fetishes."

Hammond moaned slightly through his closed mouth, and then began undressing me. I hadn't been expecting this, so I didn't have any sexy surprises. I just let myself get completely naked.

Hammond got above me like when he'd kissed me, but this time he lowered his crotch to mine, grinding the bulge of his jockstrap against my hard, free dick. I moaned, and grabbed ony of his ass cheeks. I pulled forward slightly, just enough to make it through his strong muscles and let him know what I wanted.

Hammond moved is bulge over to my face, and I sniffed deeply. I loved his musk almost as much as his body, and I could tell that this was one of his more used jockstraps.

"I brought my old football one because I know how you liked to smell my pits and stuff back in the locker room. I figured this would be--"

"It's perfect," I said, slipping as much of the bulge into my mouth as I could. His junk was huge, though, and I couldn't get it all in, especially since it was hardening more and more every second. I continued to fondle his package with my mouth as I stuck one of my fingers into his tailhole.

"Ugh," Hammond grunted with pleasure.

"Fingering you's not nearly as fun as rimming you was," I said.

"Fuck, dude," Hammond said. His dick had slipped entirely out of the jockstrap, leaving only his balls in the pouch. "I want to try something."

I let go of him as he turned around and bent over. His bare ass stared me in the face, his beautiful pucker standing out for me, and for me alone. the pouch of his jockstrap barely held his balls in, though moments ago it had held his penis and his balls at once. Still, I could see a little bit of his balls as the pouch was stretched too far past its limits, unable to hold both his lovely balls entirely. It was exactly as I had imagined it once upon a time.

"Fuck it," Hammond said.

"What?" I said, unsure of what I just heard but hardening at the thought.

"I owe you. You let me got balls-deep into you. And, not to be rude, but you're not as big as me, so I'll be able to take it," Hammond assured me.

"If you think so," I said, rubbing my length between his cheeks and fondling the bursting package on the other side. "I don't have any lube, though. Never needed any."

"Bought some on the way over," Hammond growled, reaching his long, muscular arm to the floor and grabbing a bottle out of the pocket of his discarded pants.

"That's a big bottle," I marvelled.

"Because it's not all going on dicks and asses," Hammond said, turning back around and sitting on his haunches. "I have fetishes, too, you know."

Hammond squeezed half he bottle out onto his chest and began rubbing his torso. I reached over to help, spreading the lube all over his entire body, from his face to his toes, making sure to get inside and ooutside the jock strap. When we'd finished feeling him up, he poured out most of the remaining lube and we did the same to me.

"Now, before we fuck, I'll show you how to wrestle," Hammond said. He threw me onto my back and pressed his body into mine. I fought back, but I had barely any muscle, and that was Hammond's most prominent feature aside from his dick. He grinded his dick against mine, and our bodies slid over each other easily with the lube. It felt amazing; it felt right. He flipped me over so he was pinning me face down, and he ran his dick along my ass. It felt so smooth and slippery that it might have slipped in easily if he had tried.

"And that's how you know you're pinned," Hammond joked, pushing just the tip into my hole. My whole body shivered in wanting.

"You go first, Hammond," I said. He obliged without an argument, plunging in his entire erect length to the hilt in a single thrust. I could feel his wrapped-up balls against mine, and I was instantly in eupohoria. He fucked me for what seemed like days of pure joy, his muscular torso grinding against my back and his tongue probing my mouth as we stretched our necks to kiss. It must have lasted an hour, but an hour was not long enough. The twiching, bucking, and explosion of cum into my innards didn't quell my hunger for Hammond.

"Now do your end of the bargain," Hammond said. "I asked you to fuck me."

I couldn't believe this. I can't describe how long I wanted those words to be spoken to me. I watched as he put the tip of the lube bottle into his ass and squeeze the rest of it into his ass, shivering slightly as he did so. A record, I thought, using an entire enormous bottle of lube in one session.I discarded this thought, though, as I saw Hammond's tail hole again, his ass raised and his bursting jock strap pouch visible between his powerful thighs. I don't think I could have possibly mounted that bear faster if I'd been granted superpowers. I plunged in balls-deep on my first try. Having never penetrated anything but my hand in my entire life, it was almost too much. Hammond's ass was so tight, I could tell even though it was the first thing I'd ever fucked that nothing else had ever been put into it other than my dick. That made me feel adequate; I felt special. I was the first to take this gentle giant's ass for my own, and I would make sure I was the only one who ever did.

"UHHHHNNN," Hammond and I moaned together. My dick wasn't thick, nor was it long, but it reached his prostate all the same, and I made sure to give that prostate a beating it would never forget. I jacked Hammond off as I fucked him, his well-lubed dick almost slipping out of my grip from the sheer amount of lubricant Hammond had expended on it. It felt awesome.

Since I'd never fucked anything before, every moment and every thrust felt like my body was in painful need of orgasm. I fought it as best as I could, hilting him faster than ever and vowing silently to myself that I wouldn't cum until I had made him cum again. Then I remembered another thing I'd always wanted.

"Hammond, let's do this face-to face," I requested. He turned obediently, and I almost laughed at how his face was so wrought with pleasure. He seemed completely out of it and completely into it all at once. It was silly, but it was damn sexy as fuck.

"Can you sit on it?" I asked. I started to get up, and I leaned onto my back.

"Sure I won't crush you?" Hammond asked between moans.

"If you did, it would be worth it," I promised.

Hammond positioned himself so that he was upright, his long rod jutting out at me as he sat down onto my dick, squatting in a way so that he wouldn't accidentally sit down too hard and break my pelvic bones under his muscular weight.

"As sexy as it is, and it is sexy, I think it's time we lost the jock strap," I said, softly. Without a word, Hammond grabbed the pouch and ripped the entire thing off effortlessly, the elastic snapping off his ass, and the jock strap was thrown aside. His balls were freed, and they dangled lower than they had in the locker room. They now rested on my navel when he lowered himself balls-deep into me, and the sensation of them slapping against me as he bounced faster was a pleasure both of us couldn't get enough of.

After a few minutes, I grabbed his dick and began to suck it aggressively. I'd always wanted to taste his cum, and he needed to cum before I did. Given the position and the exceptional length of his cock, I managed to get a lot in the first few tries. Eventually, I got to deep-throating him, something I didn't manage to do successfully in the locker room. I moved my head back and forth along his dick, as my hips thrust my own into his ass. He bucked his own hips, both into my mouth and deeper onto my dick.

After only a few minutes, I felt Hammond begin to shudder. I knew it was coming, so I made the finish theatrical. I rammed myself into his ass, thrusting only half an inch in and out rapidly as I aggressively sucked his cock. I felt his cum explode into my mouth as he let out a deafening roar of pleasure. The taste of his cum was amazing, so much that I too was drawn over the edge and spilled my own seed deep into his bowels, cumming a volume I'd never thought possible for me as Hammond's own load, though smaller than the one leaking from my ass, overflowed from my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough.

"Good thing you're into guys now," I said. "That would break any condom, right there. You don't need to worry about that with me. Cum all you want into me, and I'll beg for more, and you'll never have to worry about pregnancy."

"A lot, isn't it?" Hammond laughed. "In that case, you should share. I've never tasted it."

He leaned in, and we kissed deeply, my now-soft dick sliding out of his ass as he moved closer.

"I'm glad we talked," I said.

"You understand now?" he said.

"As long as you understand how 'selfish' I'm going to be to you," I replied.

"I'm yours now," he said.

"And I'm yours," I assured.

We sat there cuddling, our well-librucated bodies sliding over each other as we made out every so often. Eventually, the time was nearly six o'clock.

"Shit, my mom's going to be home in an hour," I said.

"And my family's going to wonder where I was," Hammond said. "An hour, though... Good thing your mom works so far away."

"Lucky for your ass she had a meeting late today," I teased.

"We have an hour, though," Hammond said, raising an eyebrow.

"Always shower after a workout," I suggested.

Hammond nodded, carrying me, both of us still fully nude and dripping with lube, to the small shower, where we spent the last hour of our time together that day.

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Worry not, if anyone actually still likes this story, the plot DOES NOT END HERE. There's more to come, if anyone wants it. Sorry the beginning is a little... off. I didn't know how to handle that. I have a feeling it picks up later. ;-)