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I opened my eyes to see my beautiful striped mate still snoring gently next to me. I yawned and reached out my paw to rub my muzzle. I jumped at the strange texture of the cum matted on face fur.

"Uh... I hope that doesn't stain." I mumbled to myself.

"You hope what doesn't stain?" the figure next to me began to move yawning and stretching before siting up against the head board.

"Good morning to you too." I said, "I was referring to the mess you left on my face last night."

He laughed looking at my spikey face furs, "What I wouldn't give to see the look on the faces of the other footballers, or whatever you call them, if they saw you now."

"Haha... oh you went there." I joked, not really caring about his ignorance.

Though the thought of Jamerson or any of my other team mates looking at me...

"You know now that I'm really thinking about it I... I would really like to know what they would say. The jock with a rather funny smelling fur gel on as he enters the locker room after a short detour to the bathroom to see his..."

"...and you just took it that much further." He cut me off, "Promise me that we will never make love in a public bathroom. Please." he batted his big green eyes at me.

"What makes you think this is going to be a regular thing?" I said.

He slumped down where he sat and his ears flattened to the sides of his head.

"O-oh... I thought..."

"Relax! I was only joking." I comforted him, "Anyway, where else do you suppose we do it? I'm pretty sure my uncle will get a little suspicious at all of the mysterious stains."

I rolled over onto him straddling him at the waist as I threw my arms around him. I stared into his beautiful green eyes. My lips met his briefly before I pulled my head back to look at him again.

"A little eager this morning aren't you?" he asked.

I felt his warm pleasure beginning to grow beneath me.

I mustered the most seductive tone I could, "Do you not like it?"

"It' s not that..." he started, "You... you should probably go clean up first. You're... uh... you're gel is beginning to give off an... odor."

"I had no idea I was that... offensive." We both laughed at my remark for a brief moment, "Well I guess I'll go get a shower then. Feel free to join me if you want."

"I might just take you up on that." I slid out of bed still naked from last night, "Oo... nice looking ass..."

I playfully extended my middle finger in response to his comment.

"Already making plans for later I see. Good, I plan to do just that..." he purred seductively.

I opened the bathroom door. I responded by swaying and flicking my tail behind me like the porn actors you see on the internet to try and send the right message to him. I turned on the shower and sat on the side of the tub waiting for the water to warm up. I walked over to the mirror looking at my blue-grey eyes stare back at my face.

I got in the shower closing the curtain behind me. The first thing I reached for was the soap to finally get this mess off my face. I went ahead and finished the rest of that uninteresting shower stuff and trust me it was uninteresting. Samson didn't even pay me a visit oddly. Turning off the water I took one of the towel from the closet and wrapped it around my waist to try and preserve a little decency for the time being. At least until the social barriers brake down again.

I turned the doorknob and forced open the door.

I was greeted by the worried voice of my future mate, "Brandon...?"

I rushed over to him cradling his cheek, "What? What is it?"

"What do we say to the others when we go back?" he said, "I can't keep this a secret from Amy for long but, I know she can keep a secret if I ask her to."

I hadn't really thought about it much myself. Everything happened so quickly. I wasn't exactly planning to get blown by the school's fag when I followed him, and I certainly didn't think that I'd end up blowing him either.

"I guess we'll deal with that bridge when we get there." I finally said, "Do you want to tell your friends?" Yeah that was probably a stupid question.

"The question is do you?" he said with a crinkle in his nose pad, "They still think you're straight. They know I'm gay. What do you want to do? If you want to keep it between us for now, I'll understand. You've got a reputation and everything to lose. I don't."

He caressed my cheek as I slumped my shoulders down thinking about what to do, "You tell your friends and I'll tell mine...?"

"Okay." I meeked, "What do we do until Monday?"

I hunched over my shoulders thinking about what comes next. And how I plan to tell people about... recent developments. And... my family.

"I still need to get home before my mother begins to worry... and I guess I'll need to tell her too while I'm there. I'd really appreciate it if you'd go with me."

He stared into my eyes as we exchanged a brief kiss, "I wouldn't dream of letting you go alone."

Once again I found myself with my arms around his head sharing in a sloppy kiss as I said, "Thank you, my mate."

Pulling back from the kiss he gave me his most devilish smile, "Mate? But we haven' done..." he slipped into a whisper, "...that yet."

"We haven't?" I tried my best to sound surprised and then I kissed his neck and gave him my most seductive low purr, "Well, then... let's fix that. Wouldn't want to make a liar of me now, would we?"

He giggled a little and said, "I guess not."

I began grinding my hips into him and started to nibble on his ear. He returned the favor by kissing me on the neck. Pulling back he returned my purr.

"How do you want to do this?" he asked.

My voice suddenly changing to a more desperate high pitch, "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me so bad right now it's driving me crazy!"

He looked surprised. Guess he didn't think that the football jock would be this submissive, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I've never wanted anything more than how I want you right now." I admitted.

"Whatever you say."

I put my paw onto his chest, "I've never done anything... like this before. Y'know anal."

He placed his paw softly on my cheek and smiled, "It's okay. I haven't either. We'll learn."

He pulled my muzzle down on his and his tongue began its probe into my maw. His paw rubbed its way down my back and groped my ass. All I could think about is how soft his paws pads felt on my fur and how much I wanted him. Call it love, lust, or just being a horny hormonal teenager I don't really care. I just love feeling his fur and skin.

"How do you want me?" I asked, feeling my sheath begin to swell up in anticipation.

"Why don't we try... doggy style?" he asked, almost innocently.

It didn't take much convincing to get me to bend over the side of the bed and hold my butt in the air for him.

He asked, "Do you have any lube?"

"I have some lotion in my bag." I said and pointed to it.

He walked over to my bag pulling out the lotion. This was the first good look I got of his cock since last night. I still remember it being such a pain to suck I hope it's a little less of a... pain in my lower department. He began massaging the lotion into his pulsating meat and then moved to my tail hole pushing in his fingers to lube me up on the inside. I could feel my own cock slipping out of its sheath followed by the familiar smell of lion musk as his finger pummeled my tail hole.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I gave him a moan in response as his fingers pounded my prostate. Withdrawing his fingers he lined his barbed cock head up with my hole and gently began to push in. I felt him stop every few seconds to let me adjust to his length being in my tight virgin passage.

I could feel my ass give way as he began to push in farther and farther. I began gritting my teeth together to keep myself from crying out. He must have been about three inches in by now and my ass hurt like a bitch. I bit into the pillow in front of me as he stopped pushing to ask me, "Are you okay down there?" I heard what sounded like genuine concern for my wellbeing in his voice.

I looked back hiding the pain in my face, "Just keep going!" I barked, "I want to be yours..."

He began pushing in again and I writhed in pain but as it continued it slowly diminished being replaced with an intense feeling of pleasure as he hilted me. I could feel his hips pressing on my rear, and his balls resting on mine. I let out a deep breath and a shudder. He withdrew his cock from my ass only to thrust back in again making the pain returned. I began to jack off my own dick as he kept thrusting in slowly but with a steady pace. He moaned and grunted wildly in sync with me. With each thrust the pain was replaced with pleasure as he pounded the life out of my prostate.

I yelled at him, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!"

He was grunting too hard to give me any warning as he began pounding at my hips nearly lifting me off the bed. He was small compared to me but still pretty powerful when lust and instinct took over. I could feel stinging in my ass from the constant ponding as he continued. I started getting into it pushing back with his thrusts and jacking my cock in unison. I couldn't hold out much longer and before I knew it I was cuming onto my shirt that was laying under me letting out the loudest roar in my life. When I finished letting out my load he wasn't far behind shooting into my ass as he roared... I could feel every drop of his cum leaving his cock and pooling near my prostate.

He finally pulled out and I collapsed under him onto the floor and my puddle of cum. He flipped me over and laid down on my chest. He snuggled his muzzle into my mane and began to nibble on my neck. We just laid there in each other's embrace as the euphoria of our intense mating session dwindled. We were both still breathing heavily, I was the first to say something.

"That was amazing! I guess this make me yours now."

"I do not want to own you." He said, "I just want to be with you." He snuggled close to my chest and started purring. I could only let out a sigh.

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It wasn't until noon when we started to make way to my house I've never felt such apprehension in my life. Will they accept me? Well... I know my sister would at least. I told her a while ago that I had doubts about my sexuality plus she did manage to get herself arrested at a gay rights rally when she was sixteen, yeah I know that doesn't really benefit the cause but at least her heart was in the right place, I guess. Just wish her head was there too when she punched that jackal the face. My mother didn't really say much about her actions strangely enough but... But it's much different having children that support marriage equality and those that... take part in it.

"Samson... What if she doesn't accept me?" I trembled at the thought.

"I don't know..." Great... isn't he dependable? That's why I love him though right?... right? "Just act normally like nothing is different and slowly break the news."

I slowly reached my paw into my pocket pulling out my key. I stood there staring at the key and said a quick prayer to anyone who would listen, stuck it into the lock and quickly pushed open the door walking in I yelled, "Ma! Are you here? Mom!" I didn't hear a response except for a hollow echo, "Chris! You here?"

"Yeah! What do you want?"

The blond haired lioness came barreling down the stairs paying no attention to anything. Chris is my sister she can be one of the kindest lions you could meet but she can get pretty extreme in her actions when she believed in something. Remember the incident at the pride rally.

"Is mom here Chris?"

"No she went out to the store she'll be back in a few hours... damn hair curler." She fidgeted with her hair curler for a while before finally noticing Samson standing next to me. Shoveling chips into her mouth she just came out and said, "Who's your friend?"

"Classy Chris, classy." I remarked at her chip eating.

"Thanks, I aim to please in this establishment." She walked over to Samson looking him up and down, "So who are you?"

I got so angry at her for being so blunt, "Chris!"

Samson finally spoke up, "It's fine Brandon."

My sister interrupted again, "Well... you don't look like a football player. A little geeky... but, cute. So, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Chris!" I shouted at her this time in disbelief and anger for how she was acting. Okay I was a little jealous, just never picture my sister being the cause it!

"What? I want to know. You can't blame me for that!" she whined.

Samson interrupted again, "It's fine Brandon. Your sister has an... endearing quality about her that I rather like."

"Thank you." She said. I was steaming now as my sister walked behind the counter pulling out a bowl, "See. Finally someone understands me."

"And to answer your earlier question madam, no I don't have a girlfriend. But, I do have a boyfriend. At least I hope I do." He said.

"Shame... I'd of loved to get to know you a little... better. Wait. Madam? That's a first. I rather like it has a distinguished quality to it. Oh, don't you think so Brandon?" she asked.

I was in disbelief not only was my sister hitting on my mate but she continued to hit on him even after he told her he was gay. What even goes on in that girl's head sometimes I will never know, along with why a guy telling a girl he's gay somehow makes him a thousand times more attractive.

"Chris, I have some big news to share with you." I said.

She plopped down on the couch, "Do I get a hint?"

Samson followed suit sitting right next to her grabbing some chips out of her bowl, "Yes do we get any hints?" he said.

I can't believe he was playing along with her! Why does my sister have to have such an... infectious personality? I mean really this was just becoming absurd and it just started.

"It involves me and Samson..." I said.

She cut me off, "Who's Samson?"

Samson extended his paw out to her, and she grabbed it as he introduced himself in the most cheesy and proper voice possible, "Hello I'm Samson. Pleased to finally meet you."

I must admit something about his voice was turning me on.

My sister responded mocking his voice, "Pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Chris."

I slumped down in the chair planting my face in my palms, "Chris. He knows who you are. Ugh... why do I feel like I'm teaching kindergarteners when I deal with you?"

"Because I have the mind of a four year old?" she said.

"Chris! I'm being serious!" I yelled.

"Okay, okay." She took a dramatic pause before continuing, "Go on."

"So, where was I..." I thought over what I've already said thinking of how to tell her. I guess the best way is on her terms. I'll play her god damn game. "So what could the important news about Samson and I be. It might relate to our conversation a few months ago..."

"Really that's it? You two are dating?" she said almost sounding disappointed in how simple it was.

"No... Wait! Yes. But it's more important than that."

She let out a howling laugh falling over onto Samson's lap clenching her stomach, "You and," she looked up at Samson, "you, are mates!"

"Is it really that funny, Chris?!" I yelled at her.

"No. I'm just in some strange mood today. I guess it must be that time of the month again... wait a minute! I'm a lion we don't menstruate!" she said.

I can't believe she was turning this entire thing into a joke and then making a cheesy reference to feline mating cycles. I hope she didn't just gross out Samson. What the hell is wrong with her head?

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Lighten up Brandy." She said pointing her finger at me, "I could have said 'get away from me you fucking fag' or something to that effect. Anyway the real question is... well I'm betting you already know it. Don't you, Brandy?"

"Don't call me...!" I tried.

"I believe I can answer that." Samson stopped me before I could finish my sentence, "How do we tell your mother?"

We sat there for the next few hours talking, thinking, planning. My sister wasn't without a certain logic though she did accept me and didn't even mind when Samson and I began making out on the couch. It felt like an eternity waiting for my mother to finally arrive. I don't even know why I'm worried though. I've never heard my mother say anything against gays and she's even friends with lesbian cougar I met once. I don't know, I guess it's all the online stories I've read where the guy gets rejected and thrown out. But then there's Samson who was rejected but almost has it worse than being thrown out, but not all of it's because he's gay there are... other reasons.

It wasn't until after dark when I saw the headlights pull up into the drive way. I was ready to do this or fail miserably, of course my cheering section had sort of evaporated in the interim. Chris was sprawled out on the couch asleep with her head upside down on the floor. How does anyone even sleep like that anyway?

I looked down, Samson was resting his head on my lap while rubbed his ears when I heard keys at the door, I threw a coaster at Chris hitting her square in the stomach, she woke up doing a summersault off the couch and into the coffee table as our mother came in. The clattering of the cups, vases and papers being knocked to the floor made my ears jump.

Seeing Chris now half lying on the table with her head between it the couch our mother leaned over looking at her in the eyes. Chris gave an embarrassed smile back before completely blowing it, "Mom! Brandon wants to tell you something!"

Thanks Chris... you have such a way of breaking the ice.

"And I'll have time to listen to him." My mother said, "After you explain why you're doing gymnastics on my coffee table."

"What? A girl can't do standing backflips in the comfort of her own living room anymore?" my sister said, "Gosh what is this country coming to!" with that she quickly flipped herself back over giving mom the 'I'm a perfect little angel' look of batting her eyes and giving a toothy grin.

"Cute." My mother responded, "That look stopped working on me years ago. Anyway what was it you wanted to tell me Brandon?"

"Well, mom. You see..." I stared into her deep eyes trying to push any regrets out of my mind as I told her, "Mom. I'm gay!"

"What you think I didn't know?" my mother said.

Everyone in the room jumped at her remark. I was completely without words, my mouth was moving but nothing came out.

I finally gained enough composure to respond, "Ho-how did you know?"

She placed her hands on her hips but not in that 'disapproving' mother way but in that 'isn't it obvious' motherly way, "You don't think I know about those magazines you keep under your bed? You should really find a better place to hide your porn."

Samson was now sitting straight up leaned in with an almost comical tone, "No way! You keep gay porn magazines under your bed!" he didn't sound disapproving but more interested. It made me wonder what he keeps under his bed... Hmm...

"Oh dear. Was I not supposed to bring that up?" she said.

My mother on the other hand sounded worried. Worried that she might have embarrassed me in front of my friend. I guess I just need to give her the whole story, no point in beating around the bush anymore, is there?

I'll just come out and say it, "There's more mom. Samson and I are... lovers."

I held my arms up protecting my face expecting the classic sitcom response to 'Mom guess what? WE ARE HAVING SEX!' admission. Chris just about died, in fact I think I heard her heart skip a beat as she fell to the floor.

My mother didn't look to enthusiastic but still managed to say, "Well I do wish you were a little older but I can't really blame you when your father and I were having sex when we were your age. As long as you love each other I guess. But I'd be a bad parent if I didn't threaten you at least once so... If I ever catch you two doing anything in bed you will never see the light of day again do you understand me Brandon Tibble Carrie! Now I'm going to give you two some privacy. Don't be too loud and careful that's a new couch!" and with that she fled up the stairs leaving Samson and I completely flabbergasted with my mouth hanging open and Chris flailing around on the floor hysterical clutching her abdomen.

What the hell! I wasn't expecting that. Why would she even tell us this was a new couch anyway? ... Oh wait... Ewwww! Why the hell would we ever do that in the living room? Especially with Chris present.

Walking over to her I looked down and said, "Are you part hyena or something?"

"Okay! I get the message I'm going. I'm going!" she said and walked over to the stair case.

A familiar voice called to me from the corner also laughing, "You know. I think I'm gonna like your family."

I walked over to him giving him a kiss on the forehead. I wanted to make my intensions clear, "Do you want to take this to my room?" he gave me a dirty smile in response that said it all.

"On one condition. You top this time, hon." He said.

A voice from the top of the stairs yelled down at us, "OH MY GOD! I did NOT need to eavesdrop... I mean over hear that!"

I yelled back, "Chris! Don't you have friends to tell about this?"

I returned to Samson pulling him into a kiss as I lead him downstairs to my room. It's a good thing my room was in the basement so my mother and Chris won't hear what's about to happen. Although knowing Chris, she may actually want to hear it. My sister's always been a little strange, she's like the baby bird that never left the nest or the one that sort of did but fell on her head. Gotta love her anyway though.

Samson and I began ripping off each other's clothes embracing wildly as Samson whispered to me seductively, "Remember our deal... I want you to fuck me."

I was ever happy to comply as I ripped off his boxers to reveal his growing package. I reached down taking his furry balls into my paw slowly massaging them between my thumb and index finger.

"Second time today." I couldn't believe I was about to fuck him up the ass, a guy that could barely say three words to me two days ago. "Ready?"

I only got a sexy smirk in response as he bent over the side of the bed to give me a clear view of his tight ass. He looked back at me seductively making me purr as I pulled my boxers from my leg releasing my rock hard member from its prison. I took some of the lube I kept under my bed, yes with the magazines as you might expect, and I rubbed it up and down my shaft. Squeezing some more out onto my paw pad I turned my attention to my mate and his waiting hole. I slowly began massaging my fingers into him spreading the lube around.

"Am I doing this right?" I asked.

"You feel amazing" he said with a voice like being in a trance.

After thoroughly lubing both of us up I lined my prick up with his opening and thrusted forward going in about an inch. I felt my mate's body jump beneath me as he gasped. I was worried I may have hurt him, leaning down I asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I will be. Try to take it a bit slower."

Listening to my lover's gentle voice I began pushing in slowly millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch until I finally felt his hips in mine I withdrew again and pushed back in. I was gasping and moaning at the immense pleasure of my barbs stroking his walls as I pumped in and out gaining speed with each thrust. I could feel Samson pushing back into my thrusts obviously enjoying himself as I pounded at his prostate making him moan louder and louder. It took every ounce of my self-control not to give into my primal instincts and pound the life out of him.

I could feel the pressure building inside me knowing I couldn't hold out any longer. With a few more powerful thrusts I blew my load into his ass breeding him deep with my seed as I let out a roar that I was sure Chris would hear. He blew his load right after I did. I could feel his walls closing in on my member squeezing out all the cum they could be for he collapsed with me falling on top of him. It wasn't long after that until we fell asleep holding each other close not letting go for a moment.