Threesome (Furry)

Threesome


Damien stood in the middle of the gym. The 18 year old muscular lion was breathing heavily after nearly 3 hours of hard exercise. He dreamed of becoming a professional basket ballplayer and spent most of his free time exercising or playing basketball. He seldom drank and he didn't smoke and lived on a strict diet, all to stay in perfect shape, and it was rewarding, he was the big sport star of the school, and in just a few months he would be able to show his skills in the basketball tournament.
His sweaty singlet clung itself to his body making his abs and melon shaped chest clearly visible through the shirt.
As he walked to the lockers most of the other boys in the gym gave him envious looks, while most of the girls gave him interested looks. He hardly noticed. He had forgotten the time and was late for meeting his two best friends since early childhood.

Janet was running on a treadmill while reading in a schoolbook. Dentist studies were hard, and she couldn't lose a moment of studying, she didn't know why, but working on peoples teeth had always seen to her as the perfect job. It was safe, well paid, and you hardly had to talk to the people you worked on. Sweat soaked her beautiful brown hair which had attracted looks even before her body had evolved into what most people would call perfection, it was rather unusual for a fox to become like that, normally they were very scrawny and shapeless. She was the wet dream of every straight male in puberty (and older), however, she had already chosen who she wanted.
She closed the book and went to the bathroom to get ready, she and her two childhood BFF were going to have a night out.

Marty was going over the details of the lecture he had attended earlier that day as he read he notates from yesterdays lecture. Lawyer studies were hard and since he began on college it had only been time to study. He had quite football and chess club and had spent all his time reading, writing and listening to lectures. This, in addition to irregular meals often consisting of fast food eaten in a hurry had added nearly 70 lbs to the panthers once lean body. He disliked his new rotund body, but had no time to deal with it.
He put away the notes and emptied his head of studies and lectures. He went into his bedroom and opened the wardrobe. He picked out his favorite shirt and some brand new trousers (the old ones ripped). He was looking forward to the night, he hadn't seen his childhood friends, actually his only friends, for way to long.

“Hey Marty, so good to see you!” Damien gave Marty a hug.
“Hi Dami. It's been awhile.”
“Yeah, a real long time no see.”
“Are you still playing basketball all day?”
“No, I've actually been doing some studying too.”
“I thought you dropped out so you could focus 100% on your basket career”
“Well, I figured I might be good to have a backup so I'm studying various kinds of training so I can be a personal trainer or something.”
“It had to be something like that” grinned Marty, “Lawyer studies are hard, I had to quit both the football and the chess, all I do is study, eat, sleep.”
“You really should keep up the exercise, it's showing. Those pants you are wearing looks brand new, yet they are hardly keeping the tide back.” Damien gave Marty's belly a friendly punch.
Marty blushed and took a step back, “It's just while I'm studying.” he said.
“Well, that's a sizable gut already, and it's only been 1,5 year of a 5 year study and you've already gone from 170 lbs to what, 250 lbs?”
“Just 240 lbs.”
“Anyway, if you keep it up, you'll be over 500 lbs by the time you are done.”
“I won't let it get that far.”
“It happens very fast once it's first started. You should come exercise with me one hour everyday, you'll get your lean panther body back and I'll get experience as a personnel trainer.”
“I don't have time for one hour a day, I hardly got time to eat.”
“One hour three days a week then? I'm there all the time so you can just pop in whenever you got time.”
“I dunno. Can't I just go on a diet or something?”
“You can do that to.”
“I'm still not sure, the studies are hard and...”
“Your health is important to,” Damien broke inn.
“But,” Marty began, but before he got further Janet stepped out of a cab.
“Hi guys!” Said Janet.
“Hi Jen,” Marty and Damien said almost in unison.
“I'm starving, I'm glad we decided to eat first,” said Janet and led the way into the restaurant.
On the way in Damien bent down (he was slightly taller than Marty) “We are gonna try three times a week, and if I haven't seen you at the gym by Friday I'm gonna walk right into the library or where ever you may be and carry you down to there.”

It was late when Damien got back home. First they had enjoyed a nice dinner, then they had gone to a night club just around the corner. Both him and Janet had been attracting looks from other guests, but he had noticed that Janet also showed interest in him, however subtle she tried to be, he had noticed her looking at him a bit to intense and how her eyes always seemed fixed on his ass or his chest. He was of course aware of her perfection, however, he thought of her almost like a sister. His thoughts now turned towards Marty. That poor panther was killing himself on those studies. He striped down to his boxers and stood in front of the mirror looking at himself. All of his body was athletic, he had taken grate care to make sure all parts of his body was exercised. He was most pleased with his upper torso and arms though. He brushed his teeth and went to bed, falling asleep after just a few minutes.

Damien was surprised when Marty showed up at the gym already the following Monday carrying a bag from “Spencer's Sport and Exercise Equipment”. He looked around with a clear look of confusion and nervousness on his face. Damien got up from the benchpress and greeted his friend with a good, friendly punch in the shoulder. The overweight panther gave him and awkward look.
“Ouch,” he said.
“Sorry”, said Damien: “shall we begin? So many pounds, so little time.”
He showed Marty into the locker rooms. Marty opened his bag an produced a brand new training outfit.
“Looks like you've become a lot more positive to this,” said Damien when he saw the prize tag on the shirt.
“I didn't want you ruining your spine trying to carry me from the library up here,” Marty replied with a grin, “the little talk we had made me realize a few things. I had not noticed how out of breath I get just from stairs. It happens so gradually that you don't notice. It's scary.”

They went into the big gym room. Furs of all sizes genders and species walked around and exercised on the wide variation of machines available.
Damien pushed Marty onto a treadmill.
“It's best to start here,” he said: “Once you're warm we can try some weights and stuff. However, with just 3 hours a week it will go slow, if it goes at all.”
He pushed a few buttons and the machine began to work. It was on a slow mode so Marty could get used to it, then Damien turned up the speed. At first the jogging pace went fine for Marty, but after a few minutes he started to breathe heavily. Sweat appeared all over him and he got a concentrated look on his face.
Damien got onto the machine next to him and started to run at a slightly faster speed. The well built lion didn't want Marty to get the feeling he was being watched as entertainment, though it was rather fun to watch the formally fit panther struggle to maintain a speed that used to be his warm up pace just a few years ago.
After twenty minutes Marty turned of the treadmill and sat down on a nearby bench to catch his breath. The panther was exhausted and it took several minutes before he was able to talk, but finally he managed to say: “I hate you.”
Damien laughed and said: “If you hate me now you certainly won't like me at the end of next week, but you will love me once the reward starts coming.”
Marty sighted and pushed himself up. He was so exhausted he doubted he could walk to the lockers. Suddenly a strong paw grabbed his shoulder.
“Where do you think you're going? The deal was one hour and it's only been a little more than 20 minutes,” Damien started to drag him further into the gym: “I think you'll like benchpress.”

At the end of the workout session Marty was soaked in sweat, panting like a steam engine and Damien almost had to carry him to the showers.
“Was it bad?” asked Damien.
“It was terrible,” said Marty.
“Great, no pain no gain,” grinned Damien.
They were standing in the showers, Damien full of energy while Marty hardly could stand.
“I doubt I'll be able to walk tomorrow, I feel as if I've been running up and down Mount Everest.” Said Marty.
“If you stretched good enough it wont be to bad, but how do you think I did? Do I have what it takes to be a personal trainer?” Damien looked down at Marty.
“I guess, at least you gave me the hardest session I've ever had.”
“Harry, one of the personal trainers at this place is retiring soon and I thought I might apply for the job.”
“You'll get it, I'm sure. And if you don't, I'm sure you can work as an underwear model. That ass gotta be worth a few bucks.” Damien blushed and Marty giggled.

When Damien got home there was a message on his phone. He pushed the button and Janet's voice filled the room: “Hi Dami, thanks for last night, it was great. I was just wondering if you had anything planned for next weekend? You see, I got these 2 tickets to the Mika concert, but May, my friend, had to attend her boyfriends birthday and couldn't come, so wanna join a damsel in distress? Call me back.”
Damien checked his calendar, he had nothing planned, and it might be fun. He rarely listened to music except for the background music at the gym and wasn't sure who Mika was, but nevertheless, concerts were always fun.
The week went by quietly. Marty showed up at the gym Wednesday and Thursday, with more or less exactly the same results as Monday. Though his determination seemed stronger by the day.

Saturday evening came, and Damien was faced with a very normal problem, what should he wear? He didn't know what kind of a concert he was going to. Was it black clothes, colorful clothes, sexy clothes, emo clothes, no clothes? At last he called Janet.
“Hi, it's Janet.”
“Hi Janet, it's Damien. I'm just wondering what kind of music does this Mika plays, Because I have no idea what to wear.”
“Hi Dami, just find something colorful, that's the style of Mika, many colors.”
“Good, thanks Jen.”
“No problem, just don't cover up that hard torso of yours to good.” She hung up.
Damien felt a bit uncertain about what to think about that last comment. She had never mentioned his body before, at least not in such a way.
He looked through his wardrobe and settled for some normal blue jeans, a red t-shirt and a green waistcoat that had a perfect tight fit making his athletic body well noticeable without being inappropriate.

Janet looked pleased when she saw what he was wearing. She was wearing a pink shirt and a black skirt. She walked right down to him and gave him a good hug. He returned the hug, but it was something about it, the way she approached, the places her hands went, he was sure he had felt her hand on his butt, her hug was definitively more than just friendly.
“Look at you,” she said: “that outfit really do your upper body justice.”
“Hi Jen, your looking good too.” Damien took a good look at her. It was the first time had really looked at her. She really was very nice, and she had unusually well developed forms. He had always considered her as a sister, and never really looked beyond her face, but now, for the first time, he really saw her as a woman, as a girl. The rush of emotions that came over him was dominated by a longing, a wish, for her. Years of friendship had, without him noticing until now, slowly grown to something more.
She eyed him carefully when he she noticed his studying look, took his hand, and led way into the concert hall.

The night had been fun, first the concert, then they had gone out to a club. They had danced and talked, but all the way it had been clear that Janet wanted something more. She had been pressing him, and it had been hard to hold her back without openly rejecting her attempts. He had realized early that what he had thought to be the kind of love that brothers and sisters have, had grown. But he wasn't ready, he needed more time to stop thinking of her as a sister, and to decide if she was the kind of woman he wanted.
He was confused and tired and tried not to think as he brushed his teeth and undressed.

When he arrived at the gym early Monday morning he was more than surprised to Marty find already there, running on the treadmill. Judging by his pace and the sweat he had been going for a good 15 minutes.
“Morning Marty. If the water in the showers hadn't been as cold as it uses to be I would say I was dreaming.”
“Hi Damien. Thought I should surprise you. I feel fitter already. I've been going for more than 30 minutes and I think I can do another 15.” He seemed like he was about to say something more, but he was out of breath and had to focus on breathing for some time. Damien took the treadmill beside him and began his warm up. Marty finished and took a break on the bench while Damien finished his warm up.
Damien brought Marty to the weightlifting corner. The benchpress benches were all free. While Marty lied down Damien went and collected a variation of weights. When he turned around he noticed Marty looking at him. The panther quickly turned away when he saw that Damien noticed. When Damien put down the weights he could swear he saw a faint blush behind the fur on Marty's chins.
“Are you ready?” asked Damien.
“Yeah, bring it on, I feel like I could lift a ton today.” Said Marty.
Damien put on the weights and placed them in the holder. He took his position behind Marty's head, supporting him. They began. Damien supported the weight, letting Marty decide the pace. The weights were 200 lbs, far to much for Marty, but Damien felt it was easier that he carried the weight Marty couldn't handle, than keep changing weights all the time.
Marty was sweating and breathing hard, but kept going with a determination Damien hadn't seen before. After some time, Marty, with some help from Damien put the weights back in the holders for a short break. Damien looked down at the soaked panther, breathing hard and clinging to the weights like it was all that kept him from falling to the floor. He smiled though, but not the hard, concentrated “I gonna make this” smile, it was a way more friendly smile.
“Thank you for getting me into this Dami, I really need it.”
“I know you do, but I'm glad you have understood it now. It would be to late at 500 lbs.”
“I swear, if I ever cross 200 again it shall be all muscle.” Said Marty.
“Well, well, let's concentrate on getting you bellow 200 again first.” Said Damien

Marty and Damien spent almost an hour lifting weights, doing benchpress, sit-ups, push-ups and other strength exercises.
“I'm impressed Marty, you've really become serious about this.” Said Damien.
“It is actually kind of fun, I can hardly wait for the results, I'm gonna be Marty, the buff lawyer who never looses a case.”
They both chuckled a bit.
“Let me buy you lunch Dami, after all, your doing this for free.”
“I'd love a lunch, but I can pay for myself.”
“No chance, we're going to Carls Cafe and I'm buying. Basta, as they say in Italy.”
“Okay, a free lunch will probably be good for my wallet, the night out with Janet was quite expensive.”
“You've been out with Janet without me?” Asked Marty. Damien could swear he sounded hurt but Marty looked normal.
“Yeah, she had a spare ticket to a concert, and afterward she insisted on going to a club.”
“So, did she hit on you? Rumor has it she's quite a predator when she drinks.”
“She never said anything like that, but she was kinda all over me, she made me feel a bit like a thing, she kept showing me to her friends. Like she was bragging.”
“Oh. So, are you to, like, an item now?”
“I don't know, she's hot and I love her, but, like a sister. I know it sounds like a cliche, but I am the only child in my family and she lived next door so I kind of adopted her, emotionally.”
“Okay.” Marty had his voice under control, but now his face had a touch of disappointment to it, could he be jealous?
“Marty, your not upset that we went out without you are you? Because it was just because she had to tickets and her friend had to go somewhere else.”
“It's not that, it's something else, nothing you have to bother about. Look there is the restaurant.”

Carls Cafe looked just like every other cafe, nothing unique at all. What separated it from the rest was the food. No other place in town had food that good, and the place had grown from a small place just 15 seats to a huge place with over 150 seats.
Damien and Marty found themselves a table in the back.
“What would you like?” A plump tiger asked them. He was wearing the yellow shirt and the brown trousers, both with the Cafe logo.
“I'll have the Caesar Salad and a Pepsi Max.” Said Damien.
“I'll take the Spanish Omelet and orange juice” said Marty.
The plump waiter nodded and left to call in their order.
“You eat here often?” Asked Damien.
“Almost every day, it's great food.”
“Yeah, I've been here a few times myself, you can tell the food here is good, all the staff is overweight. That tiger who served us one of the skinniest and he gotta be around 250.”
“Yeah, about my weight, but you should see Carl, the owner once, he is huge. It's a wonder he's able to cook.”
“I've seen him” said Damien, “He's the 600 pound bull right?”
“700 actually, but yeah, that's him.”

They talked some more about the place and the people there and health issues while they waited for their food.
When the plump tiger brought their food they spent a few minutes just eating, they were pretty hungry both of them.
As they ate, Damien thought that Marty kept looking at him, but they were sitting face to face so it was hard to tell if it was him, something behind him, or just a place he placed his eyes without really looking.
Marty broke the silence: “You know, there's something I haven't told you, or anyone else.”
“It is? I thought you posted everything on Facebook.”
“It might end up there, eventually, when I'm ready. Damien. I'm gay.”
Damien stopped eating and looked at him: “Really, are you sure about that?”
“Very sure, I just haven't told anyone before.”
“Well I'm honored that you at least trust me. And I'm also relived, I got worried when you seemed so sad about me seeing Janet, I almost thought you were jealous of me.”
“No, your not the one I'm jealous of.”
“Well then everything is perfect.”
They finished their food in silence.

“Shall we order dessert?” asked Marty.
“I'll just have a coffee, so should you, if you are serious about loosing that belly.”
Marty looked kind of troubled,the place was famous far outside town for their cheesecakes, but when the plump tiger came to take dessert orders he settled for a Cappuccino.
“How is the basketball going? I heard you are almost certain to be taken into a NBL team.”
“It's going pretty well, but I'm nervous as hell, what if I miss? Then all these years of training would be useless.”
“I thought you liked it.”
“I love to play basketball, but I'm only going for professional sport because I'm wasn't smart enough to go to college, I'm just glad both you and Janet got into the college here and not left me alone here.”
Marty leaned forward and rested his head on his left arm. With his right hand he felt Damiens muscular arm: “Those arms aren't gonna miss, and your not that stupid.”
“Did you see my high school grades? A in gym, D in the rest, except for F in math, I lost my scholarship because of that F.” Damien was holding both hands on top pf his head and looking down in his coffee.
“But you don't need it, you just play basket for a few years and retire as a millionaire.”
“I guess, I'm just so nervous, if I fail at the big game I'm stuck in this town as a personal trainer for the rest of my life.”
“Is that so bad, this is a nice town, and as a personal trainer you get free admission to the gym, I don't know what they pay, but money isn't all. Now finish your coffee, we are going home to my place, then we'll watch Ice Age 2, that film never fails to cheer me up.”

Ice Age 2 turned out not to be so effective with Damien, when it was over he was still in a depressed mood. Marty turned of the TV.
“No more coffee for you, see what happens.” he said.
“It's not the coffee, “said Damien, “It's just that you are the only one I feel I can talk to about stuff like this, you know, serious stuff. My gym buddies are all beer, women and steroids.”
Marty sat down next to him and placed a friendly arm around Damiens shoulders.
“I know I'm repeating myself, but that basket game is my life, my whole life is depending on that game, it decides if I shall life a life in luxury, or if I must spend my life in this town with a small apartment, public transport and a health insurance I can't afford.” said Damien. He leaned on Marty, he could feel his eyes become moist, “Sorry for being such an emo baby, but the gate is open and I can't close it.”
“Don't worry, I'm here for you, “said Marty, “After all, I am your friend.” He moved his arms to hold around Damien.
Damien lied there trying to get control over himself. He wasn't sure why he was so emotional, but it was so nice to finally have someone to speak to. It had been so long since last time he and Marty really had talked, but he had spoiled the night by letting his nervous inside come out. But Marty was taking it really nice, he was comforting and kind and was supporting him. He felt the panthers chubby belly rub against his ripped abs and he could feel for Marts chest rose and fell as he breathed. He wrapped his arms around him and gave the rotund panther a squeezing hug. Marty didn't say anything, just stroked his back. The closeness gave him a warm feeling and he could feel emotions rush through him. He straightened up a bit and took a look at Marty's face. The panther was giving him a supportive smile. Damien wasn't exactly sure what he felt, just that the feeling told him that it was the right thing to do, so he did it. He leaned forward and gave Marty a deep kiss.
The panther seemed both confused and pleased at the same time. Marty opened his mouth to say something, but Damien kissed him again. When he let go, Marty took a deep breath: “If I didn't know better I would say you are drunk, but your not. Are you sure you know what you are doing Dami?”
“No,” said Damien, “But it feels right.” Then he continued to kiss Marty.

They kissed for 30 minutes, only taking time to breath now and then. Now they were sitting in the couch, Marty leaning against the wall at the end and Damien lying across the couch, resting his head on Martys belly.
“Marty, when we talked about me and Janet earlier, you said it you weren't jealous of me, I assumed it was someone else who stole the girl of your dreams, but it was Janet you meant wasn't it?” said Damien.
“It was,” Marty said, “I've had a crush on you since 7th grade.”
“Wow, I never had any idea.”
“I did my best to hide it, being gay in school isn't something to strive for.”
“So, you wanna, you know, do it?”
“No Dami, not tonight. You've just discovered this feelings, and your having a hard day, having sex with you would be wrong, you might not be gay at all, just in need of some human contact.”
“I am confused, but what I feel, it's like what I feel for Janet, just, I don't know. I guess it is the same.”
“So you love Janet to? Like this?”
“I'm not sure. This is so confusing. Two days ago I didn't even think about love, not I'm in love with two persons. I think I better go home, this is giving me a headache.”

As he walked home Damien couldn't stop thinking about Marty. He was rather cute, and he was funny, kind and thoughtful. And he had been secretly in love with him for years. He got to his own apartment. The flashing light from the phone answerer flashed when he entered. He turned on the lights to make the short hallway seem less scary and pushed the button on the phone. Janet's voice filled the room: “Hi Dami. Been thinking about you all day. I really enjoy your company, and, sorry for being so outward, but you are darn sexy, so I wanna go out with you again soon, and this time let's call it a date. Sorry if you think I rush it but I want you. Call me.”
Damien undressed and went to bed, it was only 08:45 pm, but he felt the need to lie down and think. He felt like a character in a stupid romantic comedy, his two best friends loved him, and he loved both of them. The last think he thought before he fell asleep was: “feelings sucks.”

The next day Marty didn't show up at the gym, he probably had to study. He called Janet and told her he had to check his calendar and get a few things straight before they found a date to date.
Later that day, at basket training he had trouble focusing, but still scored 4 goals in the intern match they had. They were stretching out and preparing to hit the showers when Damien noticed Marty sitting at the tribune. He waved to him and gestured that he was taking a shower before coming over.
After his shower he found Marty outside.
“So, how are you feeling?” Marty asked.
“Divided. Janet asked me on a date, I don't know what to tell her. Will it hurt you if I go?”
“It will, “said Marty, “but it will hurt me more if you say no just because you don't wanna upset me. I don't know how you feel, I have never had feelings for two persons at the same time, but I know that if I had, I would like to try both options properly before choosing. But you owe me a date.”
Damien grinned: “Sure what about a date at the gym in 10 minutes?”
“No, I have work to do. Sorry. Enjoy your night with Janet.”

Damien was waiting for Janet outside his apartment. She had planned on an expensive night in various clubs and restaurants, but when he told her he was low on cash she reluctantly agreed to just go to Carls Cafe and then back to his place for a few beers and some music. He was wearing gray jeans that was slightly tight over his muscular tights and a green shirt. A cab pulled up and Janet appeared out of it. She was wearing black tights and a tight fitting jacket. Damien vaguely wondered where she got all her money.
“Hey Damien, you look dashing, as always.”
“Hi Janet. You look good to.” She really did. The pure perfection of her made him feel hot and almost dizzy. “Let's go inside, it's almost full but we have reservations.”

The plump tiger from last time showed them to their table where an obese moose took over. The huge moose took their orders, t-bone steak with fries for Janet and another Caesar Salad for Damien, before he waddled to the kitchen to check in their orders.
“So, how have you been this week Dami, you look happy. Lately you've always seen nervous and stressed.” Asked Janet.
“I've just been nervous about the basketball game.”
“You mean the one where the NBL teams send representatives to recruit the best?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“Don't worry, it'll be good.”
“I sure hope so, my whole life depends on it.”
“Of Dami, let's not talk about such dramatic things tonight,” she gave Damien a slightly annoyed look. “I came here on a date, they are meant to be fun, so let's talk about something nice.”
She began talking about some practical joke she and a friend had pulled on her classmates, something with her faking a bad tooth and Janet pulling it out, and then fake blood and screams before they revealed the hoax, but Damien hardly listened. He was thinking of the basket game again, and it made his stomach hurt.
“Damien? Are you listening to me?” Janet gave him an irritated look. He had drifted away.
“Sorry, I just, I just thought about something.”
“Well, as I was saying, blue lipstick must be the worst product ever. And I can't imagi...”
Damien soon gave up listening, make up, dresses and teeth, that was all she talked about, and when he tried to change the subject she soon got it back on her track. Instead he let his eyes wander across her body, she was magnificent.
The obese moose came with their food, he only had a few tables, but he had begun to sweat. As he waddled away Janet bent over to Damien and said: “Hope he didn't sweat in our food, if it's to salt, send it back.”
“Don't worry, it's not like he's been pushing the food in his fur.”

The night proceeded without much excitement. Damien failed to move the conversation into something he found interesting, and Janet didn't seem to notice how bored he was. The big moose came over to ask if they needed anything more.
“No, just the bill please.” said Damien. The waiter nodded and waddled away to get the check.

After paying Damien and Janet walked over to Damiens apartment. Well there Damien made them two martinis and put on some music. They sat down on the couch and sipped at their drinks for a while before Janet began to take of her jacket.
“What are you doing Jan?” Asked Damien.
“It's warm here Dami, I hate getting sweaty.”
Under her jacket she only had a bra on. She moved closer to Damien and started talking about him. About how beautiful his face was, how hot his chest was and how sexy his abs were. All the while she came closer and closer. When she began to put her hand under his shirt Damien grabbed hold of it and placed it firmly on her lap.
“Sorry Dami, am I going to fast for you?”
“Yes you are.”
Janet looked disappointed and annoyed. Damien got up and made two new martinis. This time he brought the bottles.
“Let's just talk Jan. We are good friends from our childhood, but I don't know much about you. We were really close once, but I feel we have drifted apart lately. Janet drained her martini and looked at him: “Well Dami, I'm 18 years old, single, studying for dentist, I like to run on my treadmill to keep in shape.”
“Janet,” Damien cut her off: “that's not what I meant, I thought about common interests, feelings, the deep stuff. Not just some personal details.”
“Very well then.” Said Janet, rather short.
They talked for about 30 minutes, though the conversation never really got anywhere. They both liked keeping in shape, but Janet wasn't as extreme on it as Damien. The date was rather stuck and none of them really felt much for the others personality, but they both felt a huge sexual attraction. They had been drinking well both of them, and when they woke up the morning after, they were both naked on the floor under Damiens coffee table. Damien was the first to wake. He felt terrible, his head hurt and his mouth was all dry. As he began to get up Janet woke.
“Morning big boy,” she said.
Damien blushed and quickly found his boxers lying on the couch, where his jeans were he didn't know.
“Morning Janet.” He said a bit nervous: “Did we, you know, last night, waking up like this, did we.”
Janet cut him off: “Did we fuck? I'm not sure, I remember a lot of cuddling and playing around, but it all get's vague.”
“Okay. Now put on some clothes and I'll make you breakfast.”
“Thank you but I'd rather go home and shower. And just to be sure I'm gonna take a pregnancy test.”
“And what if you are pregnant? I can't afford to be a father.”
“We'll talk about that if I'm pregnant, I hate assuming things like that.” Then she left.
Damien sat in his boxers by the kitchen table worried. What exactly had happened last night. He turned his brain hard but the most interesting he came up with was a blurred memory of drinking tequila straight from the bottle.
He takes a long cold shower before drinking a lot of water. He still feels crappy so instead of going to the gym like he normally would he just sits down and watch a movie.

After the movie he felt a bit better and decided to call Marty. He dials the number, but Martys cell is turned off. It's a Saturday so he's probably in the library studying or something. He got properly dressed and headed to Carls for lunch. He couldn't really effort it but he didn't feel like making any food himself.
When he got home again there were two messages on his phone. The first from Janet: “Hi Dami. Just called to tell you there's a 99% chance I'm not pregnant so you can relax. Bye.”
Damien felt better instantly. The next message was from Marty: “Hi Damien. Didn't see you at the gym today. Is everything alright? If you haven't called me by 5 pm I'm coming over.”
Damien picked up the phone and dialed Martys number for the second time that day. Marty answered immediately.
“Hi Damien. I was starting to get worried, where have you been? And why don't you turn on your cellphone?” Marty rushed out before Damien was able to say hello.
“I'm sorry. I've just had a bad day. Can't you come over here.”
“Of course. I'll be there in 15 minutes.”

15 minutes later almost precisely Marty knocked on Damiens door.
They talked for a while and Damien told Marty all that had happened. He could see Marty flinch when he told how he woke up, but he didn't say anything. When he was done Marty gave him a good hug and said: “I'm not mad about you sleeping with Janet, but I can live with it. But I don't see how either of us can be friends with her after this. I haven't really liked her for years, we've sort of grown apart, and how are you two gonna continue to be just friends after that?”
“I don't know, but I don't wanna be mean to her.” Said Damien.
“It's not mean if it's not working out.”
“But I still love her, it's just that she's so forward.
“I heard you say how horribly you had it yesterday, are you sure you love this Janet, and not just the Janet you remember from our childhood? She's really changed after it dawned on her that her looks can get her anyone she wants.”
“I'm not sure, but what you say sounds right.” sighted Damien: “Janet was great, but now she's so possessive and self-centered. And I guess my love for her is mostly habit, but she is really hot.”
“And what about me?” asked Marty.
“Well Marty, you are cute and yo have a great personality, but you need some more weeks in the gym before you are hot.” Damien said, before breaking into a grin.
Marty chuckled a bit and then said: “I've dropped 3 pounds already, I'm down to 237 lbs. It doesn't show, but it's good to know all the hard work works.”
“You know, I once read about a great way to burn calories.” said Damien and stroked Martys belly gently.
“Are you sure you want this Dami?” said Marty.
“Yes I am. All I've done today is thinking, and one of the things I realized is, that deep down. I've always had feelings for you that goes deeper than just friendship. I just didn't recognize them because you're a guy, and I've always been told and expected to find a girl, and I guess I like them to, but, you are the only one for me.”
Then they kissed and slowly began undressing each other. Marty felt every inch of Damiens hard muscled body and soft yellow fur. Damien was just holding his arms around Marty, enjoying his company. Once Marty was done with Damiens torso he went further down.
They spent several hours together naked on Damiens couch, cuddling, touching and kissing. When The clock was closing in on 11 pm when Damien laid down on Marty and began to penetrate him. The moaned and panted and when they came they both gasped for air. After that Damien was full of energy while Marty was getting tired and exhausted and slowly started drifting into sleep. Damien lifted up the heavy panther and carried him to the bed and placed him under the blanket before laying down next to him.

When he woke up the next day, he was lying with Martys head on his belly. The rest of Marty was cuddled up around his arm. He was still asleep. Damien thought about getting up and make breakfast, but doing so would wake up Marty. Instead he just lied there looking at him. It felt really weird, to be with another man like this, a bit unnatural, but still, this was the most wonderful night he ever had.
Marty yawned and opened his eyes. He smiled at Damien and kept lying there for a while. When they got up it was just because Damien had to go to the toilet and Marty was very hungry. As they ate breakfast they talked about the night they had spent together, Damien thought it odd that Marty seemed a bit nervous.
“Anything wrong Marty? You sound nervous.”
“I'm nervous you'll never want to see me again, I know it can happen, I've heard of it. People thinking they are straight falling for close friends, having sex then panicking and completely abandon their mate.”
Damien got up and walked around the table, he placed his arms around Martys soft chest, kissed his cheek and said into his ear:” I will never leave you. I love you, I'm sure of it. I had some time to think before you woke up and all I could think about was you, how cute you are, how kind you are and how I want to spend my life with you.”
Marty smiled at him, a big happy grin, he was almost hovering with joy.
“So, we are now officially an item?” he asked.
“Hell yeah,” said Damien: “And tonight we're celebrating.

The rest of the day was spent at the gym as usual, though with a bit more bodily contact, neither of them was embarrassed to be gay, though Damien was till a bit unused to it, but they didn't feel the need to show off yet.
Afterward they went home to Marty and had a long shower together before Damien went to his place to get dressed for the evening.
They began at Carls Cafe. The chubby tiger was their waiter this time to. While they were there they made no attempt at hiding their feelings. They held hands, looked at each other and behaved like the fresh lovers they were.
After their dinner they went to a club. It was the biggest gay club in town, Marty had been there twice before. The big signed was impossible to overlook and impossible to misunderstand. A muscular tiger wearing only a green jockstrap used a rainbow to pole dance while big red letters spelled the name Beyond The Rainbow.
It quickly turned out that Marty was a better dancer than Damien. Damien had the flexibility, but Marty had the moves and the experience. After dancing for a while they found a booth to sit.
“I'll go get us some drinks. Back in a moment” said Marty and went to the bar.
Damien sat alone watching the club. Beyond The Rainbow had a strict No Shirt dress code and there was a lot of eye candy, but Damien soon realized that no one attracted more looks than him. A hunky wolf sporting a great chest, some big arms and nice abs, though nothing as big as Damiens.
“Hello, haven't seen you here before biggy. I'm Howard, but call me Howl.” he said, full of confidence.
Damien gave him a neutral look, despite feeling slightly uncomfortable being approached this way by someone he had never met before. He said: “Nice to meet you Howl, now would you please leave so I can enjoy some time with my boyfriend?”
Howl blinked: “Boyfriend? I don't see anyone.”
Damien was starting to get annoyed and looked to see if Marty was coming soon. The panther was just paying the barkeeper and was coming now.
“He's buying drinks, if you must now, please leave.” Damien said, sounding rather annoyed.
“Okay then buffy, to bad your taken. I would really appreciate some playtime with those abs.” Then he walked over to a bodybuilder horse in the other end of the bar.
Who was that?” asked Marty, he had returned just as Howl left.
“That was Howl, you should have heard him, it sounded like he would die to fuck me.”
“Looks like he got lucky.” said Marty and pointed to the door. Howl and the big horse was leaving arm in arm.
“I got you non-alcoholic, I know you don't like to drink to much, and your big game is closing in, so I'll join you in the sober section once I've had this one mojito.”
“You know, suddenly NBL seems a lot less important. If I qualify I would have to spend lot's of time traveling. And that would mean I wouldn't be here with you.”
“I thought you didn't like it here.”
“that was before, when the only thing I liked here was the gym, but now there's you.”
Marty said: “It's nice I'm that important to you, but NBL is your dream, I don't want to block that for you, and when you get accepted we'll get rich. We can buy a big house close to where you work out and then it won't be so bad. And when there's a tournament I can come with you. Please, because if you don't, in some years, you might start to regret it, and then you will channel your anger at me, not because you blame me, but because you subconsciously know I was the one preventing it.”
“You think way to much Marty, but if you want me to I'll try, but no matter if I make it or not, I expect you to become a rich successful lawyer.”
Marty smiled and raised his glass: “Let's drink to that.”

On the way home the held hands and walked close together. They were almost home when they turned a corner and more or less crashed into Janet and her friends. Damien was just about to let go of Martys hand and tell it to Janet rather than let her see it, but then he noticed something, Janet was not just with friends, a young broad shouldered husky was holding around her, and a slim rat was nuzzling her cheek. She looked equally shocked and surprised and was just about to say something when Damien moved closer to Marty, placed his arm over Martys shoulder and said: “Hi Janet, new friends?”
Janet now looked just very surprised, so surprised it could probably be called shock but when she spoke you could hardly hear it in her voice: “Hi Dami, hi Marty. This was a surprise. I didn't expect that any of you were gay, and certainly not that you were together.” Towards the end her voice became considerably cooler.
Marty was just about to tell Janet exactly what he thought about her attitude and behavior, but Damien was faster: “Well Janet, now you know. But you should know better than anyone that I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. But don't bother to call again, it looks like you are busy.” Then he started walking. They could hear the girls chat intensively as the walked away, it sounded like they were not sure whether they should support Janet for being dumped, or criticize her for cheating.
The next weeks was spent mostly in gym for Damien and mostly studying for Marty, his exam was closing in. They went to Beyond the Rainbow whenever they could afford it, Marty really enjoyed the envious looks he got from the other guys, and the occasional chub chaser trying to chat him up, though they were getting fewer as he got thinner.
Damiens big game was now only one week away and he was in the shape of his life, his feelings for Marty had given him extra energy and his team mates had already began planing a party to celebrate his NBL career.

The night before the game Damien went to bed early to be fresh and ready for the game while Marty was reading through his notes from first semester. He had to read extra today so he could watch Damiens game.
Finally the big day was there. Damien and Marty was standing outside the door to the locker rooms kissing. They got a few looks from people passing by, but no one said anything.
“I see you inside the arena.” Said Marty when the couch came to tell Damien that if he didn't come now he would not be allowed to play.
The arena was crowded, the tickets had been sold out long before Marty and Damien became boyfriends, but Marty had been allowed a seat on the team bench. Damien came out from the locker rooms in his team clothes, looking more sexy than ever thought Marty. The teams was just about to take positions and start the game.
“Well then Marty, now is the time, if I make it here I can make it anywhere.” said Damien with a grin.
“This isn't New York Dami.” Marty said smiling just as wide.
“I know, but this is my big chance. I've been working so hard for this.”
“Just remember, you have a great future here with me even if you don't get chosen. You've been promised that personal trainers job by the gym, and another gym nearby is also interested.”
“I know, and with you that doesn't sound so bad, but I love basketball, and to make a living playing it would be great and fun.”
The judge was now entering and Damien had to go.
“Wish me luck.” He said.
“Good luck hon,” Said Marty, “And remember, no matter how the game goes, I love you.”


The End