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Chapter one

Hot puffs of air were constantly being panted out of my lungs as I jogged through the streets. My entire body warmed and somewhat tired as the early morning fog and bitter cold surrounded me. My only light source was from the street lights, and the small amount of light the rising sun was providing me.

God I loved my early morning runs.

The cold bitterness attacking my white and back spotted fur as I continued to put one hind paw in front of the other. The slow wake up as my body came out of its drowsy state and released its endorphins and its adrenaline.

I don't need coffee, I just need to run and then thats me for the day. I'm like a ADHD patient, I'm a fucking bouncing ball of energetic crazy!

Yeah ok, maybe not... I'm making myself out to be an in-your-face annoying energetic person, and I'm not, I'm usually a very chilled person, but the energy comes in handy for football practice.

Only downside of getting up so early for my daily run and gym session is the loneliness! I have tried time and time again to get my friends to come with me; but the amount of groaning and complaining I get as I say 'six AM' is ridiculous. Just go to bed earlier if you like sleep so much ya know?

Yes, I know. Some people like to go to bed later, and there have been times where I have found myself playing my PlayStation finding it to be three AM. The next day I am usually a wreak. So I get to bed as early as I can.

I just like to look after my body. So I do. Early morning runs, healthy eating (to a point), and I never skip out on breakfast.

But that comes after the run.

As I turned the final corner into my street, I put the rest of my energy into running as fast as I possibly could to my house. My body carrying me faster and faster as my sneakers kept their grip on the asphalt below me, my arms swinging past me and my ears feeling like they were about to freeze off.

It really was autumn time.

As I ran, I kept my sights on my driveway. A good three hundred meters away from me. It was an easy charge for me. Running was just one of the many things I seemed to be good at.

As I got closer and closer to my driveway, I gave a long exhale as I slowed my body down, taking the small distance to my driveway to now just slowly cool off.

I put my paws behind my head and slowly took control of my breathing. Taking the next five minutes of pacing and slow walking to get my heavy panting under control.

I paced around my front yard, just breathing in deeply and letting it go nice and slow. The cold air biting at my skin and throat, sending soft shivers through my body.

"Fuck it." I panted gently, turning to make my way to the front door. As I padded, I reached into my thin running shorts, getting my keys and let myself inside.

I slowly pushed the door open, stepping into the gently lit room and shutting the door behind me quietly.

My parents hated to be woken up when they had their days off. They worked very hard every other day, so on the few days they got to sleep in, I made sure that nothing woke them up.

Mum was a lawyer and not one of the selfish money grubbing kind, while my Dad was a very talented doctor and surgeon.

Dad was the head of neurosurgery in the country, he is world known for his save to kill ratio while also winning five Golden Scalpel awards (an extremely prestigious award won by surgeons who discover new techniques, curing or creating ways of removing bad things in the body, or writing papers on discoveries they have made).

Mum on the other hand has never lost a case. She knows everything there is to know about law, plus she is a human lie detector. I have never been able to lie to her. Ever. She can see through any lie, so trying to get sick days out of her was like trying to get a blow job from a homophobe.

It ain't going to to happen.

They work hard, bring in crazy amounts of money, and they are probably the best Mum and Dad in the world.

They may work like mad, but they are always there when me (or my brother Daniel) has ever needed them. Ranging from a simple school award, to the championships of my football games.

Now with saying all this. I still have a job and I work hard. They may be happy to blow a little bit of money on me now and then, but they have not created a snob out of me.

My brother can get a little high and mighty every now and then, but mum and dad know how to discipline. My god do they know how to discipline.

I remember last year when my Brother lied to them about a school trip when really he bought himself a whole truck loads of games. My parents went of their nuts.

Ever single game he bought with their money, and the ones he had previously were all sold at the game shop. The money went back into their pockets and my brother was grounded for eight months. His birthday party was even cancelled.

I have aways been the good boy, well... that they know about. I have snuck out of the house, I have gotten drunk, I have even had a bit of weed. They never caught me though. I was always smart enough to have a plan that always had me back before they woke up and a truth to tell mum so she wouldn't have anything to be suspicious over.

But it was a whole shit ton of luck most of the time anyway.

Due to that though, my parents have come to really trust me. I have never gotten a detention, I always get good grades, and every girl I have brought home to them have been really practical. To their knowledge. Most of them turned out to be body craving whores who were only ever into me for the short fling they needed.

It may have had something to do with the fact that I always enjoyed to be around them. I mean i didn't suffocate them by any means of the word. At school I would make some time to come see them, give them a little cuddle, a little kiss and maybe if they wanted a little but of frisky business. No I have ever had sex in my school, I may have snuck under the bleachers this one time and fingered one or two girls while they slowly rubbed me off.

It never got more then that.

But one way or another they would be coming to me a week or two later saying 'yeah sorry, you're not working out, lol bye!'. It pissed me off most of the time, sometimes it got me depressed and I would spend some time in my room trying not to claw somebody's eyes out.

I always got over the with in the next couple days. I just figured they didn't want me anymore, so I shouldn't loose anymore time missing them. Then I just felt happy that wasn't with anybody anymore. Is that weird? That I enjoyed not being with a girl? I dunno, I just kinda brushed the feeling off.

Thats how its been, thats how it always is for me, but I am a person who craves that person to love and care for. That person I can wake up and message them with out worrying they are going to get tired of me.

Maybe its just me being the hopeless romantic I am, but maybe it will happen? I don't really know, all that I did know was that one day I am going to make a girl really happy.

And she is going to be the happiest girl alive.

I'm going to make sure of it.

As soon as I had the door shut, I knelt down and got my shoes off. I undid my laces and then took my good expensive shoes off but always kept my socks on.

less noise from my toe nails when I'm walking.

I reached down and took my sneakers into my paws. Making my way through our lounge / Kitchen / Dining room and slowly into the hallway that lead to everybody's room.

Yeah the house is amazing as well. The entry room is just one massive area that had our lounge as soon as you walk in, a nice large TV on the wall to the left, and in front of it a massive large expensive cinema like seats that recline, have cup holders and hell even gently vibrate if you wanted.

Behind that was a nice large fire place that had a nice large vent over the top of it. To the right of that was where mum kept her piano. A beautiful large grand piano which I have dabbled playing a few times. I'm no Beethoven, but I don't suck either.

On the other side of the room was where our dining area was. It held our large wooden table and eight chairs around it.

and at the far end on the right was where out kitchen was. Nice marble bench tops and enough room to keep months and months of food.

My favorite part though was the balcony.

Just on the other side of the room from where the front door was, there was another siding door. And the view was amazing. We were on the top of a massive hill, and we could see the entire city from where we were.

From the largest hotel, the sky scraper and also the lovely Crystal clean beach on the other side of the city. It was breath taking.

And not only that, if you go into the garage which was yet another door just next to the balcony door, you could go down a step stair case to go down bellow our house into a cave inspired pool. It had fake rocks and coral and was at least three meters deep in the deepest part.

Bringing new friends down there was always a blast. Their reactions ranged from frantic amazement to silent awe.

My favorite part about the pool was the second sets of lights hooked up. The builders of this pool had took the time to add small little worm looking things all over the place. They had lights set up inside of them and had every color you could think of.

Yes. This house was fucking expensive. Really fucking expensive. But like I said. Very successful parents, lots of money.

Sorry... I hate to brag but I can only imagine some of you just shaking your head at me and thinking 'yeah right boyo, you're pulling all this our of your ass'. I'm not. I can promise you that.

I sighed as I gently knocked on my brothers door, raising my ear to the door and after not hearing an answer I opened the door. I sighed seeing my brother still fast asleep after I told him to set his alarm for about ten minutes ago

I padded in, shutting the door behind me and made my way over.

"Dan," I said quietly, "C'mon pal time to get up." I added while reaching down and shaking the smaller dalmatian.

"No," he grumbled, "Double maths and I can't take it anymore."

"Well maybe you practice enough and get better at it, you can drop it in your senior year like I did." I chuckled sitting down on the side of his head as he groaned.

"I can't be fucked." He groaned, pulling his sheets up above his head.

"With a bit of lube you can." I said, chuckling as he groaned. I stood myself up and padded myself to his door.

"Just go have your shower." he whined, "I'll be up by then."

"If your not, forget about our daily drive through caffeine pit stop." I threatened, and he sat up so fast I swear I heard his blankets crack from whipping up so fast.

"I'm up!" he whimpered,

"Damn right you are." I chuckled as I closed the door behind me. I quietly chuckled as I made my way to my room.

I loved my room mostly because of how spacious room. It had enough room to be callled a rumpus room! I had my bed set up against the wall to the right. The TV on a desk on the other side of the room with enough room to put my laptop (which was currently on my bed) down if I needed to

I got my own bathroom (which you had to go through my closet to get to) from a door on the left hand side of my left side wall. then the rest of my stuff like a book case full of games for my consoles, a few comics and manga in the bottom, my music player which held my charging phone on top.

I always run with my phone, I was just stupid enough to forget it today.

My posters plastering my free wall and having my guitar hanging from the holder in the middle of it all.

I loved my room. it kept the sounds in and kept the outside sounds out. There was enough room for anything I wanted, and the only reason I had to leave was because of food. It was mu favorite place, inside the house.

As I shut my door, I walked right to my closet and put my sneakers down by the door. I then continued into my bathroom. Which was the most cramped place of my house.

It had a sink with a large mirror to the left side as you walk in, a shower to the right, and a toilet at the far left.

And I always made sure it was neat and tidy. Going to some of my girlfriends house really annoyed me that they had make up stains, dirty mirrors, and all that. So I made sure that my bathroom was always pristine along with my room in general.

I shut the door behind me then began to strip down, getting every bit of clothing off me, chucking it into the hamper just in front of my toilet. As my briefs were taken off and thrown into the hamper, I turned to my shower and pulled the lever to turn on the water stream.

I turned back to the mirror and let my eyes wander up and down myself looking over my spotted muscular body.

I worked hard on this body, very hard, and I am very attractive Dalmatian because of it. Some of it was thanks to genetics. I have a very nice looking face, no deformities or inner health problems.

And not brag, I'm nothing on the small side when it came to downstairs, and it most defiantly wasn't for show either. I knew how to use it. I had girls cumming multiple times with the one fuck, and if they wanted to go more then once I could do that to! They just had to give me a few seconds for the sensitivity to go away. That was the only thing I hated, if you touched my cock while it was sensitive, it stayed. Give me a few seconds and I'm good to go.

I wasn't a selfish lover, in sex and in relationships. So it pissed me off that girls wanted to just use me.

I just shook my head and got into the shower and moaned happily as I slid under the stream. Murring as the hot water warmed up my freezing ears, and dripped down every bit of muscle I had.

I just sighed as I leaned back onto the cold tiles smiling as I had one more morning ritual to finish.

My left paw sliding down to begin rubbing my large balls while my other moved to gently stroke my thick sheath. God I needed this of a morning, hot water covering me while my cock got the attention it needed.

Yes, I have a massive sex drive. I am usually getting off multiple times a day, and sometimes when I have a girl over, she usually just doesn't put her clothes back on because I'm usually taking them off again a few minutes later.

I sighed as I felt my meat slowly beginning to slide onto my paw, a soft whimper breaking out of my throat as I began to run my paw up and down my black thick member.

Fuck I love how good I can make myself feel. Rubbing my paw just in the right areas and squeezing where I knew it felt good. Nobody has been able to make myself feel this good with their paw before. Nobody knows my cock like I do.

I took a deep breath as I leaned further into the wall and gently began to quicken my paw, rubbing my thumb over my sensitive head as thick squirts of hot pre shot against my shower wall.

My teeth softly gritting together as I squeezed my paw together a little tigehter, looking down and watching my paw work my length.

I watched as my shaft throbbed with each flick of my wrist, sending another electric current through my body.

My mind slowly wandering over what I found attractive. I know this is a gay story so I wont describe what was running through my head at that moment. for your sake I'll just say the twink 'guy' was on his knees and my hips where just pounding into 'his' throat.

"F~uck." I growled as I could fill that all to familiar feeling building up in my balls. I never did last long when I worked myself off. The base of my cock inflating slowly, my left paw reaching down to begin lightly squeezing, getting harder and harder. Soon my head rocked back, my left paw squeezed, I gave one hard jerk down my shaft and a thick load of Dalmatian cum fired all over the shower wall.

I began to really pant as my knees began to shiver as rope after thick white rope shot from my length. Leaving me in a panting euphoria while my member softened and began to slide right back into my sheath.

I sighed contently and chuckled as I slid back under the hot steamy water and let it slowly work the new sweat down the drain. I ran my paws down from my head to my shoulders, my pits, abs, and groin before I actually added my cleaning gel.

After that quick rub down, and an even quicker wash off, the water was off and I was out in the steamy room drying myself off with my fur dryer.

It doesn't take me very long, I always keep my body fur nice and short. So after the heavy build up of water was blown away, I grabbed my towel and dried my body off even further.

It was the best process I had. To much fur dryer left me poofy, only a towl left me still very damp. So the mixture of the two always worked perfectly with no need for a fur brush!

I smiled as I hung my towel back, put my fur dryer away then padded out into my closet, grabbing some briefs from the set of draws built into the wall. I opened the blue set of undies and stood into them before I grabbed my long school trousers.

Yeah, private school snob with uniform... Yay...

I slowly got into them, growling as I got my foot stuck in the middle and really had to push to get my foot through. After it shot through, I got my other leg in with no problem then pulled them up but left them undone.

I padded over to my white shirts, grabbing the first one I could. I pulled it on and did it up before tucking it all in. I then did my pants up and tightened it up with a long black belt.

I then grabbed my grey and white blazer, returning to my draws to grab a set of grey knee high socks from another draw, and then getting my black school shoes from under my shirts.

I placed my blazer on my bed, dropping my shoes on the floor, putting my socks onto my feet. After that was all set up I padded out and smiled hearing my brother getting his breakfast ready.

I came out of the hallway and walked past the yawning dog to the get to the pantry, pulling out a silver packet of my breakfast protein shake.

Yes. I am one of those people. I do need them for the extra bit of protein and it really has helped me bulk up. Whether you drink them or not is your business, just don't roll your eyes at me and tell me I'm drinking crap.

I went to the glass cupboard and grabbed my shake bottle. A small five hundred milliliter plastic bottle that had measurements written up the side and an electric beater on the inside to mix it all together.

"Sleep well?" I asked Daniel, getting a little grunt in reply. His usual reply when he stayed up all night leaving him to tired to talk. I put my bottle down and sighed, "You didn't get to bed till four again didn't you?"

"Five." he replied getting a very annoyed sigh from me.

"You can not be fucking serious." I groaned,

"Oh c'mon bro." he sighed, "It seriously is't that bad."

"Yes. Yes it fucking is." I growled as I ripped open my shaker and tore the packet open before pouring it all in. "You come to me all the time and beg me to tell you how to bulk up and I aways tell you, sleep and exercise and it will all work out for you. But here you are going to bed at fucking five in the morning and getting two damn hours of sleep and wondering why you aren't going anywhere."

"Can you please not give this to me today." He sighed passing me the milk, I just rolled my eyes and then added my milk to the mix. I knew there wasn't a point in arguing with him. He wouldn't listen, so I just put the matter behind me and just put the lid on my shaker. Then after giving the bottle a quick shake, I pushed the small button on the top of it and let the small beater inside mix it all together.

"Just tell me you did you're english assignment." I asked him, padding to the table and taking a seat next to him.

"Yeah yeah, four hundred and eighty two words." he said back.

"Guess you're getting caffeine after all." I chuckled, the dog giving an unimpressed laugh as he began eating his cereal. I just let go of the button, flicked the cap open and began to drink the caramel flavored drink down.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet. My brother was always a cranky shit when he stayed up that late. So every damn morning this is what I deal with, it gets on my nerves pretty much all the time.

As soon as I finished my shake, I gave the bottle a wash, then put it into the washing machine. Leaving my brother to his breakfast so I could go get some work done on my Sports science assignment.

I laid on my bed, sighing softly as I began continuing my paragraph on the need of calcium in the body and how to get it. I continued writing this boring ass assignment until it was time to go.

I saved my work, went to my bathroom, brushed my teeth then got the rest of my school clothes on. I grabbed my bag, keys, wallet and phone and then made my way to my brothers room and softy knocked.

"Yeah," he called out, I pushed the door open to find him of course playing one of his games.

"Time to go." I said, holding back my annoyance.

"Ok, five minutes please?" He asked, and I just shook my head.

"Nope, I have to go early to talk to Mr. Eilsmen about my Psych assignment. So we are going now." I sighed as sternly as I could that didn't make me sound pissed. He just nodded his head, flicked his console off and then began to get dressed. I just groaned and shut the door.

I couldn't handle that. He's had an hour to get ready and he's only eaten breakfast. Fuck...

I padded out from the hall way and made my way to the door, quietly unlocking it and keeping it open for my darling brother to close. I just took another deep breath before I made my way out to my darling baby. My beautiful yellow and black 1969 Chevy Camaro. My most precious item.

I smiled as it just beamed in the sun light, my beauty just begging me to come sit down. I never needed much enticing.

I put my school bag in the back seat and sat myself down in the drivers seat. I may or may not have began to rub the steering wheel, murring softly before I slid my key in and brought my girl to life.

I loved her alright? I spent SO much money getting all her old parts replaced, yes the engine was replaced, and in a last minute stupid decision I made her an auto. Yeah, yeah I know. I was just annoyed with my dads cars gear box at the time. So in a heated angered fit I made my beauty an auto.

I got a lot of shit from drivers, but honestly I don't even care anymore.

I gave an annoyed sighed as my brother finally came out the door. It took my brother ten minutes to finally get his tail into my passenger seat. I of course didn't say anything cause honestly... I say it to often.

"To the coffee!" He grumbled.

"Yeah, Yeah." I sighed, putting my girl into reverse and began our trip.