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"Dear friend it's a good to see you.", at first you look from your drink, confused a strange canine walked up to your place by a bar. Then it hits you. It's your dear friend Brian. It didn't look like him but.. Brian freely bounces up and sits next to you at the bar. You do say some pleasant hi's and tell him how nice to see him. "It's been that long has it.", He looks back and listens to your polite conversation talking about how time has gone by and how it effected his body. "Oh it's been THAT long", he laughs patting his tight abdomen, "That beer belly has been gone for months. It's the best thing that happened to me. Well the second best thing, let me tell you a story." ----- A few months ago you would recognize my old lupine looks. You know that my life in front of computers at home and work had taken it's toll on me over the years. A deciding moment happens in my life, and I took it. My work just started to provide free health club memberships. So I started weights, running, and little bit of racquetball. Over time the weights and running were a little bit too, well, boring for me. Nothing to chase after when running and nothing to really see new. But racquetball was something I could do for hours. Hitting and running after the ball came almost came naturally for me. Two months ago the beginner's bracket for racquetball opened up a spot and I signed up. While I wasn't anywhere near as good as the other players, I still found it a lot of fun to go against my fellow club members. One day I arrived a little earlier than my match and happen to see him. At first I watch his skill, his stamina, his finesse. I could just watch him swing his racket for hours. And I did. I found up his name was Lee. I watched every match Lee was in. Then after a few weeks I noticed something, that I didn't want to admit to. I wasn't following the ball, I wasn't following the racket, I was following Lee masculine back, his quick ripples of muscles, and his tight ass. It wasn't watching the game I wanted, it was him. For weeks I would go home laying just dreaming about how nice it would it to pull his tail back, and slide myself in for a little fun in the sack. I couldn't accept this fact, I know I wasn't gay, I dated girls that means I am not gay. But yet, I still yearn to be with him, to be by his side, to be in him. And I didn't even KNOW him. So I denied myself. I didn't go to another of his game, avoiding even seeing him in the locker room. For the first time in months I felt alone. I was puzzled. I still thought of him, I didn't see him play anymore. But every time I went to the club I yearned to see him and to play. For a week I denied myself. But day after one of my games I came back into the locker room to find a note, "Brian, I would like to play a game tomorrow with you at 8:00. If you can't make it I understand. Lee" That night I thought, thought about not showing up. Skipping the game. But as time drew near I knew I had to play. The work day dragged as I waited, waited for the game. I showed up an hour early and I waited for him. Lee came, going without his shirt allowing his bare chest to bulge out to the air. "Your name is Brian right?" he said as he held out his hand to me. I planned this day for many weeks and still all I could say is, "Uh hu". "So you do you want to play some racquetball?", with a smile," I've seen you practice and play Brian and I am ready for you". We tossed a coin and Lee serve. I followed his serve and did a short volley but his skills won out. The next serve I connected and took control. That was when things started to slip. I started to watch his fluid motions, his tail slink around his legs. It was hard to play, I must admit, I lost control of the serve with one of his well place killshot and then my world fell apart. I tried to play but most of the time I watched his tight shorts press against his muscular body. Through out the plays I could feel my own shorts becoming tighter, caressing my hardening package in my loins. The ball whizzed away from his racket, off the wall and bounced off my paddle. He served the ball exactly to hit my paddle. He knew I wasn't watching the ball, that I was watching him. I knew my throbbing manhood must be seen by him. Lee must know. Embarrassed and not knowing what to do, I ran. I ran into the locker room, and when no one was looking I hid my head in my arms and wallowed in my misery for I had lost the one chance to get close to the one I love. It felt like forever that I sat there alone, in miserable silence. Over time I finally got myself together. I needed to get home and I was still dripping with sweat from the last work out and game I did today. I slowly undressed, thinking how it would been like to have lee do the same, and placed a towel around my drooping man hood. I walked slowly in unforgiving silence the empty showers with only my thoughts screaming, Constantly screaming in my head reminding me how I screwed up my only chance of love, to be with Lee. A lone voice from behind breaks my drowning thoughts. "I'm sorry for what happened out there. I should of realize that we would not be a good solo match" Lee voice hollowed echos through the hallway. "I didn't know either. I should of know I am not ready for you.", my eyes still look forward look away, I couldn't face him. "If you would like I could give you some pointers. I've watched you before and I know you could beat me. If not now, soon" Lee voice trailed off. He was giving me a second chance. A chance I didn't deserve. I had to stop and let him think I was considering his offer. When all the while I was just waiting to say, "I would like that." I didn't want him to think the truth. That I was in love with him. "Good, but until then there is one more thing I have to say to you.", Lee paused and waited. I stopped myself in my tracks, waiting for him to say something. Anything, but it was JUST silence. After a few more seconds I slowly turn, "What" "To the victor go the spoils." His paws quickly ripped away the towel leaving me naked in my shocked furry body. I didn't resist, I couldn't even comprehend what he was doing. All I could do was look at his smiling muzzle searching for a why, and meet his own tingling shinning eyes. And then that moment came, our eyes met and we were one. It was like we grew up near each other playing when we were young, going to school, and even going to work. It was like every day we were together. And he was mine from the beginning and until the end. We hugged and rubbed our fur bodies together hoping that this day will never end. And fortunately it hasn't. --- Brian looks up across the bar to see his ecstatic lover wave him down. He looks back at you with a smile, "I'm sorry to not finish the story, my old friend ,but it seems my date has arrived. Hope your night will be as pleasant as mine" And with a smile you nod and say,"Oh but it will be."
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