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Baker's Dozen

The Third

It was never meant to last, that had been obvious very early on. We weren't so much lovers as flings. While Jeff was a great guy, he had a good sense of humor, listened and was just a joy to be a round, there was no spark between us.

He was a trophy to me, something to flash around to show my status. When I was around him, things were better. Jeff's large collection of friends became my friends as we all would often hang out and go to town. I got access to alcohol since there were plenty of clubs who loved the idea of having the star player at their establishment, despite his age. I didn't go drinking all the time, just when my parents were gone so I wouldn't be caught.

I would inform Jeff of when my parents were gone on business, which was about once a week and he would come and pick me up in his car. We would meet up with his friends at a local club and spend all night there. Jeff bought me drinks, his friends bought me drinks, strangers who knew who Jeff was bought me drinks. I had limitless access to alcohol without spending a dime. Boy did I take advantage of that.

One of the more memorable nights, if such a thing exists when consuming alcohol, was when we went to a newly opened club. Jeff's friend's dad owned it and he got us in without any trouble. We were given drinks on the house for a few rounds on the house. At the time, I didn't know how potent long islands were and I downed two in half an hour. It wasn't long before I was out of my mind.

It was a great night according to Jeff, who took it much easier. We danced the night away under the flashing strobe lights and pounding electronic music that was so loud that I sometimes wonder how I didn't go deaf.

We got out around two in the morning once everyone was too tired and drunk to care anymore. There were plenty of cabs around to take us back to his place since Jeff's friend said he would make sure nothing happened to his car.

The two of us stumbled out of the taxi and paid our share since about five of us had crammed into the taxi. We gave our farewells and got into Jeff's house. It just so happened that his parents were both gone as well which worked out great for us since there was no one waiting for us at either house.

It wasn't long before the clothes were stripped off and scattered throughout the house on a trail that led to the bedroom.

Jeff didn't have a large bedroom. It was barely large enough for the twin sized bed, dresser and his sports equipment. We only needed the bed.

We started off with a very indepth makeout session.

My tongue swirled around inside of his as he did his best to match the flexibility of my own tongue with his. At times I got overzealous and would make him gag since I had the ability to essentially have him deep throat my tongue. It worked sometimes and it was amazing to have my tongue travel down his gullet, feeling all the ridges and all. More often than not, he just gave a slight gag and I would pull away. This was one of those times as we just went back to sloppily sucking each other's faces that smelled and tasted like fruity long island and scotch.

Our hands got quite adventurous. I loved to feel his muscles on his back. The way they flexed under my fingers, they twisted, pulled and contracted. It was very erotic to me and quickly got me to full mast. My tapered member quickly spreading pre across Jeff's hard body as I rubbed up against him.

He quickly got his own erection, adding his fluids to my own that were massaged into his belly fur and my gut which was getting more firm.

On top of the booze, friends and sex, I had been working out more. Having a jock as a boyfriend got me more motivated to go the gym whenever he did after school. He taught me how to lift and even though it hurt, the amount of muscle I had put on was worth it. It was also worth it to see his sweaty ass in the showers afterwards.

"Ugn." Jeff moaned, his tip quivering. "Let's do this." It came out more like "Letsh du zhish." The cat rolled over onto his back, seemingly unaware that I was still grinding against him and causing us to fall onto the bed in a fit of laughter that turned into more making out.

His sheets smelled like him, except more concentrated. I could tell that there had been days where he had come home from practice and forsaken a shower to go to sleep instead. The smell burned my nose and set a fire inside of me as I gazed down at Jeff who raised his ass in the air and waggled it at me.

I dove in, dick first.

Our bodies collided as I rammed my cock into him up to the base of my knot on the first thrust and eliciting a roar from Jeff.

"FuUck me!" He bit into his pillow. His claws sunk into his bedsheets and I started to pound into his ass.

My rhythm was off since the world was spinning for me, a mixture of off balance thrusting and a cocktail of pleasure. My tongue lolled out of my mouth and I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes. My hands found Jeff's ass and grabbed a hold and pulled him back into my crotch to intensify the effect of our love making.

The bed shook as I went at him harder and harder with no intent of slowing down. This was how he liked it. Jeff, who must have been used to being worked hard during practice always seemed disappointed when I took it easy.

"Harder. Faster." Was his motto during sex. He wanted me to ruin his ass and would take nothing less from me. I didn't object in any way.

My balls slapped into his own furry orbs, smacking and sending echoes across the room and sending the sticky fluids that seemed out of his well used hole across the bed.

I was getting close and my vision was getting contorted as the alcohol that was already going through my veins mixed in with the rush of hormones. I bent over Jeff's back and wrapped my arms around his legs and grabbed his inner thigh.

Jeff began to fiercely jack his own barbed cock. He ran his hand up and down his slick shaft as we both reach out climax at the same time.

I gave one final thrust, pulling Jeff back into me and forcing my knot. The feeling of me being fully inside of him, his warm innards wrapped around my meat, clenching in anticipation threw me over the edge.

I shot jet after jet of hot white cream into him, letting him milk me for all I had. HIs muscles clenched tightly around my knot, pulling me into him as far as I could go.

When I was drained, I fell on top of him, satisfied.

That was a good night, but that was also the peak of our relationship. It went downhill from there.

Over the next few weeks, as he got closer and closer to graduation and more colleges began to look at him, he had second thoughts. Colleges wanted the epitome of maleness. They wanted a player who could not only give them trophies and championship wins in whatever sport they were trying to give him a scholarship for, but they wanted him to be the face of their teams. That meant they wanted him to be straight.

We never told anyone about our relationship. No one knew about us. It was like this at first because it wasn't anyone's business and some of the people on the teams were known homophobes. It was just simpler to keep them in the dark for the time being. Now Jeff kept our relationship a secret from everyone out of fear for his future.

I was his guilty pleasure before, a way to break away from the expectations of everyone around him and embrace who he really was, but as pressure built up, so did his attitude towards me. Suddenly I found myself being treated as a possible liability.

Our daily outings slowed down. He claimed that it was because practice was getting difficult and that he needed time to recover. We would meet up every other day, that grew to twice a week. The durations between our get togethers steadily increased and I found that Jeff was cutting me off.

I tried to talk to him and he would avoid me. When I did get something out, he would talk about stress and expectations. I wanted to help him, I did care, but he was too scared.

It was a week before graduation. Jeff had accepted a full ride to a university somewhere across the country where he would play football and he was excited, his friends were excited, everyone was, even I was. When I got the news at school, I wanted to congratulate him personally. I waited until class ended and went out to the parking lot where he would normally go.

She had her tongue in his mouth, her arms around his neck and head and her legs might as well have been straddling him. I don't know who the leopard was, but it shocked me when I saw the two making out in his car. I was speechless and hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind of what was going on, all ended up at the same conclusion, I had been dumped.

I was furious. I wanted to storm over to him and yell, but I wasn't the type to make a scene in front of the entire school that was either going to their cars or getting on the busses. I stood there until they unwrapped their tongues from each other and drove off.

There was never a phone call, a text, nothing, Jeff had simply gone on without me. He had conformed to what was expected and got the girlfriend everyone wanted him to have. It was a lie, a dirty lie and he knew it, but he wanted to live that lie I suppose.

He graduated a week later with major fanfare and I never saw him again in person, though his face still goes through my head even on this day.

I don't know what happened to him after he went to college and I didn't want to know. I had been betrayed and as mad as I was, I was more destroyed.

Harley, my oldest and dearest friend, noticed this almost immediately. I don't know why he did it, I had been an ass to him when I was dating Jeff. I spent all my time with that cougar, blowing off the otter on multiple occasions, but he came to my house one day.

"Open up." I could hear him outside my door. My mom had let him in. He was so familiar with the family that he could have walked in and neither of my parents would have batted an eye. That made it difficult to hide my emotions. I had locked myself in my room and my parents were getting worried. I bet they had called Harley and invited him over.

"Go away." I lifted my head from my damp pillow long enough to spit out the words. Yes I was crying. Call me a pussy, a baby, a girl, but it's not everyday you see your heart ripped out so violently and crushed.

"C'mon." He banged on the door. "You've been here for a week, that's a whole week of Summer that you've wasted." He jigged the door handle. I had locked it as soon as I had heard him knock on the front door. I didn't want visitors, I wanted to just let the grief run its course.

"I don't want to enjoy anything." I yelled through my pillow.

"Bull." He replied and the door handle jigged some more. He was trying to pick the lock. It wasn't really a lock, there was a small lever that could be accessed through a hole on the front of the knob that let you unlock the door in case you locked yourself out of the room. It just so happened that his claws were always just long enough to pick it.

The handle turned and the door opened.

"I hate you." I muttered and rolled so my back faced him. I was in nothing but my boxers, but I had my blanket thrown over me so that only my head stuck out.

"No you don't" He sat down next to me, not looking at me. "What's wrong?" He asked. I hadn't told him anything. He knew nothing about me and Jeff. As far as he was concerned, I had just managed to get lucky and somehow became best friends with the jock. Everyone thought that way. This wolf-dragon who came out of nowhere and was suddenly best friends with the most popular person in school. There had been rumors of sexual favors, but they were only whispered since the idea that drove Jeff to leave me of him being perfectly straight was too strong.

I mumbled incoherently. I wasn't sure how much I should share with him. He was my best friend, the only person who I would even think about confiding in. Sure, there was my parents, but I was unsure of how they would react to me being gay. I was still very much in the closet at the time.

"What's that?" He brought his head down next to mine. "You said something?" He prodded the side of my muzzle with a finger. "You're going to have to bring your face out of that pillow if you're going to expect me to understand you." He prodded me. He was testing my nerve, trying to force me to react. I've played this game before, get him mad, or really anything than mopy to draw out a conversation.

I wasn't going to fall for it. I dug my face into the feather pillow even more, ignoring the slight cut off of air. He started to tug at my wings. I hated it when he did that, it was a reminder of how embarrassingly small they were. My dad could almost fly with them and he had even told me that with enough practice, limited flight was possible. That was before it became obvious that they were stunted. My parents had tried to comfort me on this, they bought shirts that didn't have the slits for them so I could hide it since they knew how sensitive I was to it. Jeff had loved them, he found them "adorable" and would often spend time just petting them.

"You need to get up eventually." He gave my wing another tug and I growled at him. He was really getting on my nerves, but that's what he wanted. I stayed still.

The proddings continued. He poked me everywhere he could. He pulled on my tail, tried to tickle my toes through thick scales stopped him there, he grabbed onto my horns and shook his head, he even prodded my balls, sticking his finger between my legs, up through the leg opening of my boxers. All that did was begin to give me a hard-on, but I wasn't going to act on that.

Eventually he gave up on trying to annoy a reaction from me and went a different route. "You don't have to tell me anything." He sighed and the bed shook as he stood up. "Look... I'll go. When you want to talk, you can call me."

He began to walk out and the way he said it, it hit me hard. I felt like I had just blown him off again. When I had done it earlier, he would look so disappointed. We were supposed to be buds, bros, that sort of thing, but at the time, my minds had been so focused on Jeff that I had never noticed. There was no Jeff this time, I noticed immediately.

"Wait." He quickly said and rolled and looked at the otter.

He stopped and turned to look at him. I was half expecting him to have a grin on his face, having gotten me to talk, but his disappointment was genuine.

"It's Jeff." I quickly got up and looked out of my room to see if my parents were anywhere close by. I could hear my mom in the kitchen cooking and my dad was probably in the the living room watching the news. I closed the door.

"It's Jeff." I explained and proceeded to spill the beans about everything. I told him everything, from the sex which I just skirted over, to how he had left me for some bimbo girl. I don't know if the leopard was a bimbo or not. She could have been the nicest person alive, but to me, she's a slut.

At the end of the story, I was sulking again. I hated Jeff for what he did to me, I hated him and wished that he failed at everything he did, but it hurt to talk about the moments that I did love and how they were gone.

"Damn." Harley rubbed my shoulder. We were both sitting on the bed again, him with his arm over my shoulder. "That... that's harsh."

"Now he's gone and I can't stop thinking about him." I was frustrated that he had so much hold over me.

"I can't think what I would do if my girlfriend did that to me."

What!? I stared at him, mouth agape. Where had this girlfriend come from. I had never heard anything about a girlfriend, especially one who was dating Harley, the shy and timid otter who rarely socialized with his own parents.

"What?" He questioned me.

"When did you get a girlfriend?" I asked him and now he gave me a weird look.

"I met her last winter when I went down south for vacation. I told you about her when I got back."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"No... you... didn't."

"I bet you were too focused on Jeff to listen."

My ears reddened. Had I missed so much? "I.." I tried to think of an excuse to say, but got nothing.

Harley shook his head. "Not important. This isn't about me, this is about you and Jeff."

"Fuck Jeff." I said with obvious malice. "I want to hear about his girl. I thought you were gay."

"Yes, I slept with you." He gave me a shove on the shoulder. "But, I never said I was exclusive to males." He looked up. "Her name is Katie. She's the sweetest thing and the most amazing person ever." He gave the sign of a star crossed lover that made me want to retch. I hated romance. I had romance, but experiencing it and seeing it were two different things.

"She still there?" I asked, thinking about if things had worked out, if Jeff and I would have maintained a long distance relationship.

"Yeah." He nodded. "In fact, I'm going to take road trip down there next week. You would know this if you listened." I felt like I was being nagged by my mom. "You would also know that I had invited you to come along as well."

"Isn't that a little weird? Asking a friend to your girlfriends place?"

He shook his head and laughed. "We'll be staying at my uncle's house. He's gone for the summer and given me the keys for the time being." He was getting excited. "We'll have a whole beach house for the summer to have fun."

"What about Katie?" I asked, still thinking that I was going to be intruding on their relationship. "I don't want to impose on anything."

"Nonsense. Katie has wanted to meet you for some time. She likes meeting new people and plus don't you want to live in a beach house for a few months?"

I did. "I don't think my parents would..."

"They're fine with it."

"What? How?" I wasn't really confused. How much did I miss when I was with Jeff? How did he convince them to let us, two sixteen year olds go off and live in a beach house by ourselves for such a long time.

"My parents will be there as well and they said that they would watch over us." He held up his hand, silencing me before I could ask more. "Enough questions. You want to come?"

I was packed well before the next week, when Harley pulled up in his old beater truck he had gotten on his sixteenth birthday. The thing was metal death trap, but he claimed that the milage made up for any potential maiming that could occur.

I ran up to the truck after a quick goodbye to my parents. I threw my bags into the bag along with Harley's and hopped in.

"Ready?" He asked once I buckled up.

I nodded and we were off.

Harley's parents were already at the house, leaving Harley and me to get there by ourselves. My mom was nervous about this, but my dad convinced her that it would be alright since it was just a day's drive to get to the small town of Royal Bay, an old tourist town that was popular due to its waves that ranged from small for beginners too large for experts, depending on where on the coast you were at. It drew several thousand people a year, mostly during the late summer for various surfboarding competitions. We were arriving during the early summer when it wasn't too crowded and were going to leave after the yearly competition since we had to stay and watch.

The drive was long, even though we talked the entire time. Harley was excited to see his girlfriend who he had pictures of. She looked like an otter. I don't want to sound judgemental or ignorant or anything, but I didn't really see why he thought she was so gorgeous as he claimed, she looked like any other otter. If it weren't for the breast's and long hair, she would have looked quite a bit like Harley. I didn't tell him this of course, that would be unnecessary and mean.

We drive along the coast the entire time and the jagged, rocky coast that I had grown up used to slowly turned to long miles of white sand and rolling waves that glistened and shined in the moonlight by the time we arrived.

I was dead when we pulled in. We had taken turns the way down, stopping after every hour or so to stretch and switch. I still hold firm that his truck is a death trap. A blimp would have a better turning radius.

We got inside with our stuff where Harley's parents were. I said my hellos, but I was more interested in getting to bed.

Harley showed me to my room. It was a nice room with a very tropical feel to it with bamboo decorations and a screen door that led out to a patio. There were paintings of the ocean on the walls as well as some shell collections that lined that dresser. It looked expensive and for good reason. Harley's uncle worked for a tech company as a greeter who would be the person to go out and get clients from the nearby airport where he would bring them to the house, give them a nice place to sleep and good food before they came to the company. The company had spent a lot of money on making sure that clients were treated with very fine sights which gave Harley's uncle the appearance of living in a mansion when he really only made a fairly average wage.

It was all interesting and I'm sure I would have appreciated the detail of the house if I hadn't simply fallen asleep on the bed as soon as I was left alone.

The next morning was a flurry of activity, spent unpacking the bags that were left in the living room which I had something that I had failed to notice when I first came in. There was a friggin fireplace in the center with the couches circling it. It was unreal. This place was amazing.

After the unpacking was done and I had my clothes and other stuff stowed in my room, Harley's parents told us what they expected. Their rules were rather relaxed. They just wanted us to keep safe, keep our phones with us the entire time and to obey the law. There wasn't much more to it, they just wanted us to use our common sense. If my mom was here, she would have ran this place like Alcatraz. At home, she was fine, but she didn't trust unfamiliar places.

By noon, Harley and I were out to go meet his girlfriend at a local ice-cream shop since the sun was starting to beat down on us. It was hot here, very hot and with the humidity, ice-cream and swimming was going to be a daily thing.

"Hello!" I had barely stepped into the shop that was reminiscent of an old 50's cafe before Harley and I were leapt upon by a very energetic otter in short jeans and a lavender blouse.

Harley was first. He got a long kiss and hug that left me feeling awkward for watching before she unglued herself from my friend and hugged me, but not for as long.

"You must be Baker." She said, her teeth were perfectly white and showed were straight, the work of braces, I believe.

She didn't wait for an answer as she took both of our hands and led us to the booth she had been waiting at, an order of hot fries already ready for us. While the place specialized in ice-cream it had a limited variety of other comfort foods since something salty was a good counter to the sweetness of the dairy delite.

Conversation took off smoothly from there. I formally introduced myself to Katie who listened, her eyes on me as she held one of Harley's hands and nibbled on a fry. I talked about myself, though not in depth. I didn't know how much information Harley had given her, but I wasn't about to make any assumptions other than she just knew Harley and I were close friends. If she did know any more, she didn't show it. I didn't think Harley would purposefully indulge in any of our secrets, but I knew that things slipped. I was just being cautious.

She in turn introduced herself. She had graduated high school, making her eighteen currently, and was attending the local community college. She hoped to get a two year degree before moving on to a university to get a degree in English where she would then hope to move on to law. When I asked why she was going into english instead of law, she told me about how the ability to communicate is just as important as knowing the laws. She was still taking plenty of law classes as well, but was taking the summer semester off to save up some money.

The conversation carried on for several hours as we talked about college and our plans for the future. I knew Harley was interested in computers and wanted to get computer science degree. I on the other hand wasn't too sure. I wasn't great at math, english or really anything. I was fairly average. I had however though about getting an internship at either my dad or mom's company for experience.

I was explaining more about my parent's line of work when the door to the rather empty shop opened and a group of people entered.

There were three. On the right was a doberman in a white tank top, on the left was a dolphin with a tattoo of some sort of Native American symbol on his forearm and in the center was a tabby cat with a single gold ring in his ear. They all wore board shorts.

"Harry." Katie said and then looked over at me, having cut me off. "Sorry." She apologized and I shrugged. No biggie. I was here for a while.

The cat looked over when Katie called out and waved. He walked over, his flip-flops making smacking noises with each step and his hips having a swagger. His hands were stuffed into his pack pockets, pulling down his shorts a little, giving me a glimpse of a tuft of hair that was poking out from the top of his pants. No one else seemed to notice, their eyes were on his face, not his crotch. I joined them.

"Sup." He grinned and looked at the three of us. He seemed to recognize Harley when they nodded to each other which made sense since Harley was here last winter. He sat down next to me since that was the only seat left. He seemed so relaxed, the way he moved just screamed surfboarder.

"Baker." Katie said. "This is Harry, and close friend."

"How's it going, bra?" He said. He stuck out a hand and I was about to shake it when he gave me a high five. The way I looked made them laugh. "City boy?" He asked in a non insulting manner.

"Yeah, up north." I replied and he nodded with understanding. "Things are a bit more lax here, so don't be afraid to let it hang." He said and I wasn't sure if he had just made a balls joke. No one else reacted as if he did.

"Hey, Harry." The doberman walked up to the table. "Lou wants to hit the waves one last time."

"You two go ahead." Harry said. "Catch you two later." The doberman nodded and the two bumped fists before he left with the dolphin who now had a shake in his hand.

"Yo, Harley, how you been?" Harry was quick to reacquaint himself with us.

"Good." He nodded and gaze Katie a squeeze. "Good to be back."

"Nice to see the old faces and the new." He gave me a quick wink which I quickly passed off just a friendly gesture. I wasn't about to read into anything that wasn't there. "How long you guys here?" He said and quickly pointed at one of our shakes when the waitress passed. She gave a smile and a wrote something down before walking off to get him his shake.

"My parents want to leave next month."

"Nah, bra." He quickly said. "Got to stick around for the Surf Bash. Can't just skip town and not see me shred them waves" His hand, flat and straight, danced through the air to simulate the waves.

That was the big surfing tournament that happened each year and was the main pull in of tourists for the town as people from the surrounding states all came to watch young surfboarders compete for bragging rights and a decent cash prize.

"I want to and I think I can convince them to stay a bit longer, or at least let us stay."

"Rad." He seemed pleased with the answer and even more pleased when his drink came out, his tail flicking in pleasure as he took his first sip of his shake. The way to tell if a feline was happy or not was their tail. I learned this from my time with Jeff. If the tail as upright with only the tip moving, then the person was comfortable and content. If the tail lashed or wagged sort of like a dog, then he was irritated with something. But if it sort of wagged in a suave manner, not fast, but flowed, he was happy and it was flowing, rubbing up against my side as I tried to ignore it and finish my shake.

The conversation went back to the previous subject with Harry putting in his own input. He surfboarded a lot and he wanted to go professional which he knew was going to be very difficult. He was going to compete in the Surf Bash in the hope of attracting attention to himself and hopefully get the opportunity to go to other competitions. His parents, while very supportive of him, wanted him to have a plan B as well, so he was also going to the community college for biology since he wanted to stay close to the ocean. I found the amount of knowledge required to surf fascinating as he went in depth about how going at a wave at the wrong angle could cause the tip of the board to cut into the water and throw him off. He took control of the conversation, talking all about surfing techniques and how he had been adapting the techniques of famous surfers into his own style. He was very passionate about it and I found myself asking him something.

"Can you teach me?"

He stopped mid sentence and looked at me. I felt very self-conscious as his emerald eyes looked into mine. It was no more than a second, but it felt much, much longer. His face wasn't quite a frown, but he edge of his lips were curved downward and his eyebrows scrunched a bit. I gulped.

"Of course, bro." He laughed and slapped me on the back. "Always up to teach a guppy." I wasn't sure about being called a guppy at the time. "Being able to instruct is also a very important skill." He expertly drove the conversation back to a point where he could talk more about the sport he loved.

It was getting dark by the time Katie finally cut in. Harry could have gone for hours more, I'm sure of it. Every story he had, whether it was about someone else or himself was always filled with such detail that I could imagine myself in his shoes and seeing these events happen.

I was about to leave when a strong hand grabbed by arm. "Hey, Baker." I turned around and saw that smile of his. "Tomorrow, here at noon." He said and let me go and walked before I could say anything else.

"Looks like you got a date." It was Katie. It could have been a joke, but it wasn't, not with the way she was grinning at me and the way Harley looked, he looked guilty. I would need to talk to him about telling her that I was gay, but I had a date to get ready for.

There wasn't really much preparing to do. I put on my swim trunks, some sandals, a comfortable short and went out. Harley was going to take the day to properly date Katie. He got all flustered when I joked about what he was going to do afterwards. I didn't go too indepth, that was inappropriate, but as someone who's stuck it to him literally, I had to send him off properly.

"Right on time, guppy." Harry was there with his surfboard that was much taller than him and was a white with a solitary red strip running down the right side. He gave me smile and held out his hand. I didn't hesitate and gave a him a quick high five. "You learn." He chuckled. "Let's see if that holds."

We got right to work and I was disappointed when we didn't go right to the water, it looked so enticing, the crystal clear water washing up against the shore. Instead, Harry started by setting down his board and had me practice on how to properly stand. I knew how to stand, I do it all the time when I'm not on my ass or on top of someone, though not how Harry wanted me to. He constantly corrected me but never once did I get the feeling that he was ever upset. He joked and always had a smile on his face, even when he was being serious.

I was exhausted by the time Harry was satisfied that I could stand properly. I never though standing was so tiring.

"Let's get wet."

It started slow, just like the with the standing, Harry had me start at the very bottom. While he held the board, he had me paddle and again, he picked me apart. It was very frustrating, but the way he talked, it kept me from saying anything I would regret. He told me exactly what he wanted me to do, but he never sounded demanding, it was the difference between a boss and a leader.

"I think we can stop here." He said after a few more hours. "You're form is getting sloppy again. We should grab a bite."

I let out and exhausted breath. I had barely touched the water, being kept dry and above the water by the board. I took this opportunity to roll off and into the water. It felt great on my scales which had been baking in the sun. I swore I could hear them sizzle when the cool water hit them.

I surfaced on the other side of the board as Harry.

"Where do you have in mind?" I asked him.

He liked burgers, so do I, therefore it was decided to go get some.

They were fast, greasy and delicious and the two of us took our burgers down to the beach where we sat back on a spare beach towel he had brought in a large bag. He told me that he brought the bad everywhere. It had spare clothes, towels, some first aid, sunblock, everything he would need for a day at the beach.

I had a bacon cheeseburger with everything on it, it was a mess that I was barely able to contain with the pickles threatening to fall out at each bite. He had a cheeseburger with just lettuce and tomato which made it easier for him to eat.

"I thought that cats are supposed to hate water."

"Myth." Harry took a sip of his iced tea. "I don't know where it started, but everyone, from my old man's old man to myself have grown up in the embrace of the ocean."

"Must be nice." I looked out over the water. The sun was setting, sending radiant orange streaks across the sky and reflecting off of the blue expanse. "Living here."

"I can't complain." He hummed, a slight purr as he gave into relaxing. "Not when I get to see this everyday."

His hand skirted a little closer to mine, gracing my pinky finger with his. I didn't move away though my thoughts were on Jeff. It hadn't been that long since my breakup and already this was happening. Was this just me on the rebound going after the first thing that smiled at me?

His hand went over mine and he looked over at me and smiled.

I don't think this is just a rebound.

"Thanks for today." I said to him and he squeezed my hand. "I wasn't sure about asking if you could teach me. It kind of came out."

"Nah, man." He scooted closer to me and I did the same until we were pressed up against each other. He was a little taller than me and unlike Jeff, he wasn't heavily built, being more on the lithe side with toned muscles instead of built muscles. "You seemed cool the moment I saw you." It wasn't the most romantic thing, but it was a start.

We said our goodbyes after that. Nothing happened. I wanted to work on this more. I was afraid of losing him or pushing too fast. I wouldn't be able to survive another rejection, but I was willing to risk it on Harry.

I promised to meet up with him the next day and continue the lessons which I looked up online and it turned out that I was getting quite the premium for free. The local places were charging in excess of four hundred dollars for a week long course. It was outrageous and made me happy that I was potentially going to have over a month.

I got back after Harley did. He was on the couch watching some sort of reality television show. He looked happy.

"How'd it go?" He asked much like how I imagines a prying sister would.

"I'm going to see him tomorrow."

"That's great." He kicked up his feet onto the stone rim that went around the fireplace. He seemed pretty relaxed himself and I could guess why.

"How'd it go with Katie." He knew exactly what I was asking about and his blush was all I needed. "Don't let my parents know." He looked back towards their room. They had already gone to bed, having spent the day out in town looking at all of the shops. "If they figure out I'm having sex, they'll flip." His parents were very old fashion, believing in an old saying from their age. "Date it, marry it, mate it." I think the person who made it up, couldn't find a word for marry that rhymed with date or mate, but it was the rule they lived by.

"I won't say anything." I promised. "Though, it appears that Katie knows that I'm gay." His ear gave a slight flicker.

"It..." He seemed to be grasping for words. "It slipped out one night when she asked how I... was so good." He was blushing.

"So she knows everything." I crossed my arms.

"Yes." He said, but quickly came up with a defense. "She's perfectly fine with it though."

I sighed.

"I'm sorry." He pleaded.

"What's done is done." I really actually didn't care as much as I thought I would. Sure, he had divulged a big secret to someone that I had no idea existed for the longest time, but it worked out in the end. She was okay with it, Harley was happy with her and I was now with Harry. Some of those things may not have had to do anything with the fact that she knew, but it was where were were at now and it was all working out.

"I'm going to hit the showers and get some shut eye."

He seemed relieved that I wasn't going to yell, not that I did. I was more likely to give a disappointed dad speech which I found was much more devastating that yelling.

The next day was a huge success and so was the next. I hung out with Harry everyday and each day we got a bit closer. Soon we were holding hands, next he was lying down and I was resting my head on his chest. It went slowly, but comfortably. Neither of us made any quick moves and we seemed to have an understanding with each other that there was no rush. All the while, i was improving. At first, I would immediately fall down when trying to stand on the board, but I quickly got my balance. In a week, I could take small waves easily. It was so amazing looking back at the progress I was making both with surfboarding and with Harry.

Around a week before Surf Bash, Harry had to cut our lessons short. He needed to get some practice in to polish up before the actual event. I would spend much of the day, usually with Harley and Katie and just watch Harry surf. He was amazing. Every movement he made was thought of ahead of time as he predicted when the wave would break, when he had time to perform stunts.

Then just like that it was the day of Surf Bash. People had been steadily arriving to town, clogging the streets and the establishments. While it made travelling more difficult, the businesses were really benefitting as people came and brought their money. The day of the event, the population seemed to double as the last minute arrivals all flooded in at once. If I had thought it was crowded before, it was now impossible to make it down main street, which was less than half a kilometer long in under an hour. Most people walked.

There wasn't a single bit of sand available to stand on to watch the event. Everyone took their places. Some stood on cars, others were in the water, waves lapping at their knees, it was packed.

Harley, Katie and I managed to get a good spot, right by the water, thanks to Harry who managed to get a few officials to save the spot for us. Harry had gone in ahead of time to make sure all the registration was right and we cheered when his name was called.

Surf Bash was simple and quick. Each contestant would get three waves of their choosing and half an hour to perform what they could. If they fell off their board, that counted as a wave, if they got nothing but shit waves the entire time, too bad, that's nature. Each wave performance would be judged and the scores would be averaged across all three for a final score. There would be multiple people out at one time since otherwise it would take days to get the dozens of contestants through.

Harry was first, being a resident, he was one of the very first to sign up.

He went out with the doberman from the ice-cream shop, a wolf with dreadlocks, a shark who had part of his fin missing and a dragon with golden scales.

Each one sat on their boards and waited for that perfect wave. The better the wave, the better performance they could give.

Harry spotted it first. It was a fairly large wave with decent speed. He and the wolf began to paddle out to it immediately, each one trying to get to it first. One person per wave for safety reasons, therefore it was first come first served.

Not seeing anything better, the rest went to other less impressive, but decent waves. I ignored them, my eyes were on Harry.

I cheered him on. There was no way he could hear me with the rest of the crowd cheering their own favorites.

Sadly, the wolf managed to get to it first and forced Harry to dive down under the wave and wait for another. He was now the only one without a wave.

He looked concerned, but quickly spotted another wave that wasn't as good as the first, but still large.

He paddled to it and immediately got to work. Even to this day, I remember his performance perfectly. I'm not an expert on terminology so bear with me. He let the wave carry him near the top of the swell before he leapt, literally leapt to his feet and began to rocket across the wave. He sent up an arc of water as he leaned back, nearly parallel to the water under him and kicked his board up to carry hip back up to the top and became airborne. He reached down and grabbed his board, twirling himself into a corkscrew before landing perfectly. The crowd went wild, I went wild.

He finished up with the wave with a few more impressive stunts that made him a fan favorite. None of the other people who went out with him even stood a chance as they all finished their waves and the scores were posted. Harry got a 96.43 out of 100 which was awesome and he seemed really excited when he came back to shore.

I waded through the water not even waiting for him to get all the way back and hugged him. I would have kissed him if we weren't in front of a thousand people, I just let it seem like I was just an excited friend, which I was. He hugged me back and we walked back to shore and watched the rest of the event.

There were some impressive people out there. A kangaroo from Australia almost beat Harry with a 96.33 after a performance that involved him balancing on his tail. Another one, a pig from Ohio of all places pulled and impressive series of flips and scored a 95.26, but that wasn't enough to push Harry out of first and it was really looking like he was actually going to win, until a dingo stole the show. I don't even know what exactly he did, but at times it seemed as if he was levitating over the waves. He glided, barely leaving any wake in his... well... wake. He did handstands, something that reminded me of the scene from the Titanic where he stood on the very front of his board and extended his arms out. He scored a 98.76.

Harry was a bit down after Surf Bash ended, but there was really no shame in second place. He still got some cash, not nearly as much as first, but it was still enough to get someone's attention, in fact it was the dingo who won that came and talked to Harry afterwards.

We left Harry with the dingo to make sure we would have a seat at the local dinner for some dinner since the entire event took most of the day. We were just sitting down when Harry came in, any sign of sadness from his defeat gone.

It turned out that the dingo was a professional surfboarder who was sent to scout for talent. He offered Harry a position on the team which travelled the world to compete in events. It was his dream come true. Congratulations were in order.

I don't really know exactly when or how it happened, but Harry separated me and himself from the rest of the group and we were back at Harley's uncle's house. We were there alone, everyone else was still out and we were in the living room.

Harry seemed concerned, his eyes looking around, never really making eye contact. This was concerning, he should be happy, I was happy for him, he was going to be a professional and at age 18, that was nearly unheard of in any field.

"What's wrong?" I asked him and scooted right up to him, resting my snout on his shoulder, looking up at him.

"What are we doing?" It was an odd question that I didn't understand.

"What do you mean?"

He had his hand around my waist and he squeezed me. "This. Are we dating?"

"Of course." I answered and he smiled. "What do you think we've been doing for the past month and a half?"

"I know, but..." It was right there. I was starting to get scared. Was I about to be dumped, thrown away just like with Jeff. The thought raced into my head, lancing its way up to the front of my brain.

"But? But what?" I pulled away from him to look him directly in the eyes. He looked away.

"We won't be able to see each other when you leave and..." I sniffed, it sounded wet. "I don't want that."

Relief. I felt relief. He wasn't dumping me. He was afraid of losing me and I was afraid of losing him.

He kept going. "This offer what I've been dreaming of my entire life, but you're the person I've dreaming of spending my life with."

I stayed silent. I was feeling a tinge of guilt. I was not between him and his dreams... It was a very similar situation that I had been in. Jeff wanted nothing but to go and become a big shot in sports, but he was gay as well which wasn't something that fit the image that he built for himself. Then I came along and he could live that secret life, but not for long. He had to choose between who he really was and who the world thought he was. I was between him his dreams, he chose the latter and now Harry had to choose. or that's what he thought. I wasn't about to let this happen again, so I chose for him.

"Take the offer." I told him straight and true from the heart.

"What about us?" He asked. I think he was thinking that I was cutting him loose.

"I don't want you to tear yourself apart for me." I pushed him back so that the was laying down on the couch. I was between him and the back cushion, comfortably settled into the small nook that had formed. His arm was still wrapped protectively around me and I relished the feeling of security. "What we have is great, the best, but this offer is not something you'll get again."

"I won't get you again." He said. It was true. Even if we were to keep in contact, which we could do easily, the life that he would have would not be for me. I still had school, I still had college. It would be years before I would be able to see him again.

"But there will be others." I assured him and it tore at me to do this to him, but it was necessary.

"No one is like you though."

"Lot's are." I chuckled. "Trust me." I wasn't trying to put myself down or anything, it just came out. "You'll find someone you can hold and teach how to surf, just like you did to me."

"Guppy." He never stopped calling me that, even when I had become proficient enough to not really need him. It was his pet name for me and I was sure that I would be the only guppy for him. "If this is what you want."

"It's not what I want." I corrected him. I wanted to stay with him. If I could, I would drop everything and go with him, but that was not smart. I couldn't just leave my whole life behind as much as I wanted to be with him. "It's what's best."

"I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything." I reached up and cupped his face, feeling his stiff whiskers and I kissed him.

It was a soft kiss and I had intended it to end right there, but when does it ever just end with a kiss?

He cupped my own face and kept the kiss going. He pressed our lips together rightly and I closed my eyes, breathing in his hot breaths as he breathed out through his nose.

I ran my hands across his ears which flickered. He loved it when I scratched him there so that's what I did. He groaned and purred into our kiss, tickling lip and I licked them to stop the sensation. He took it as a different signal and gave me access to his maw.

His tongue waited for mine and I danced across his textured surface, the little microscopic hooks on his tongue grabbing at mine. It was quite the sensation as roaming hands began to undo my belt. The metal buckle clattered as it was thrown off along with the rest of the belt. We had already taken off our shirts before settling down on the couch. He nibbled at my tongue and then my lower lip, latching onto it and sucking as I continued to use my tongue to great effect.

He was about to completely strip me when I quickly stopped him. He gave me a quizzical look with his eyebrows raised and head tilted.

"Let's take this to my room in case someone decides to come back." I looked back at the front door which would have give anyone who came in a full view of both of us.

Without missing a beat, Harry had me in his arms, like a bride. My tail dragging unceremoniously on the floor, I was carted off to my room where I was placed onto the bed. I laid there and lustily watched my cat close the shades and dim the lights down enough that I could barely see him. It was hot.

"No where were we." He said and waggled his way over to me with the same twist in his hips as the first day I met him.

"I believe you were about to undress me."

"Yes." He growled with pure primal desire. He placed himself right on top of me, his hands digging down under my pants and the strap of my underwear. I didn't have an erection before somehow, but that quickly changed as his hands brushed over my sheath as he pulled my pants and underwear off and then promptly returned them there to fondle me.

"Unghh." I moaned as he stroked my shaft with my sheath until I was at full mast, my red cock glistening in the little light that was in the room. Was already like a leaky faucet and if he kept stroking me, I would have become a broken pipe, though he did stop to strip himself. I helped.

Being someone who wears swim trunks all the time, Harry went commando. His swim trunks came off were dispensed of somewhere not blocking the view. He had a nice, pink, rounded cock with barbs on it.

We admired each other, taking in the sights, but only for a moment, we could look all we wanted later.

He kissed me again. First on the lips, then on the neck which he also sucked on a bit. Thank god I can't get hickies with scales. That would have been an embarrassing one to explain. He then went to my chest and teased my nipples with his tongue, the rough pads perking them and making squirm under him.

He took his time, not rushing now that we were in the heat of the moment. He wanted to remember this, to cherish it as our first night together.

He slowly moved down to my bellybutton and drilled his tongue into there and dragged it along through the puddle of pre that had formed on the scales of my gut. He drank that all up, lapping it all the while never breaking eye contact with me. It was some erotic shit there.

His tongue went under my cock, to its base and rubbed against my knot which was so sensitive as all of those little meaty hooks lapped up against it. I was already feeling like I was going to blow my load, but he managed to just keep me on the edge as his tongue traveled up the length of my member. When he finally reach the tip of my tapered cock, he drew reeled his tongue in slowly and his head closer to my pre soaked tip.

His lips opened up and he then began to swallow me whole. He head went down further and further. I could feel the inside of his mouth and then the back of his throat. He kept going further and further and he deep throated me expertly without ever giving any sign of discomfort.

His head bobbed up and down. He went all the way from the tip to the very base of my swelling knot. He made sure to use the texture of his tongue as well to make sure that I was always wriggling under his grip.

The tempo increased and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from ejaculating right there into his mouth. He wouldn't have minded. If he did, he wouldn't have been giving me the best blow job of my life. Fact.

I lasted for all of five more seconds and I bucked into his mouth. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me into him. He devoured my cock as I cummed right down his throat. He sucked, pulling everything down his throat as soon as it left my cock.

I finished quickly and was left a mess on the bed, panting and sweating in a heap.

"Mm." Harry lifted his head off of me, leaving a string of drool that connected his mouth with my cock. He patted me on the balls. "That was good."

"I think..." I had to take breaths between words. "Such a performance requires a reward." I turned myself, presenting my rear to him. His eyes ate me alive.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea." I thought that he was going to dive right in, so it was a shock when he used his tongue to great effect.

His muscular appendage spread me open, lubricating my insides, prepping me for what was to come.

His hands spread me open and his nose pressed right into my rear. His tongue pushed in and out of me, occasionally licking across my balls and taint.

It only lasted for a moment and he pulled back to admire his work.

I grabbed the nearby pillow and rested it under my chin in preparation for what was to come. I would give myself freely to him.

He straddled my hips, positioning himself for straight shot at my hole. I watched from between my legs. I could see his cock bouncing with anticipation and my half erection, pre from both of us was getting onto the bedding. We would need to wash that.

"Ready?" He asked and I pressed my rear back a bit in answer.

His tip touched my hole, gracing it and leaving a small drop of sticky natural lube. It sat there and then he plunged into me.

I bit into the pillow as pain shot from my ass up my back. I let out a cry and he stopped. "Keep going." I yelled through the pillow. "Don't stop." The pain was expected. I was not very stretched since I had always topped with Jeff.

Harry kept going. He pushed with steady force, going deeper and deeper until he hilted. He wasn't that long, but he was wide.

My muscles contracted and clenched onto Harry's cock which started to pull out. I felt those barbs rake along my inner walls and my prostate, quickly reigniting my erection to a rock solid rod of flesh. Seeing this, Harry clamped his fingers around it and began to stroke me off as he began the familiar sequence of back and forth into me.

LIke with the oral, he started slow, letting me adjust to his width and then he picked up speed as it became easier.

I was in a daze of pleasure as I was both pounded and rubbed off at the same time. I let out some noises that I did not think possible for me as the bed began to shake and squeak under his punishment.

"Oh, god." I grunted as the humping became jack hammering. Harry was going all out and I wanted nothing else. He leaned onto my back and pistoned himself back and forth. His teeth grazed my shoulder, not quite biting, but scratching.

I was almost about to hit my second ejaculation when he climaxed.

His final few thrusts were erratic, followed by his heavy, labored breaths that blew across the nape of my neck. He yowled and shoved his crotch into my ass and drove me into the bed where I cummed as well.

I could feel the hot liquid squirt into me every time his cock pulsed and twitched. I felt it seep deep into me, filling me, giving me the sense of fullness even as I blew my second load into the blankets and onto my chest fur and scales.

Harry gave a hearty sigh and completely collapsed onto me, keeping me warm and secure. He didn't pull out for some time after and I had thought that he had fallen asleep.

He did eventually pull out where a slight backlog of his seed seeped out and then poured out when I sat up straight.

I rubbed my belly, feeling his essence slosh inside of me with each movement.

"Consider this a going away gift." I said and he laughed.

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Baker and Harry left on good terms. They came to accept that this was going to be the last time they saw each other and they cherished that intimate night together. Neither one would forget it and neither one left that house with any regrets.

You're probably wondering why the narrative changed.

Baker asked me, who will not be named as of yet to write this next part for him. While Harry was his moment of redemption and enlightenment, the next part of his life was one of damnation and despair. He could not bring himself to put it on paper himself.