The building was nothing much from the outside. A square structure that might have been a warehouse if it had not been tucked near the centre of the small town, nowhere near the artery’s that such a building would serve. Ample parking surrounded it, but there was only a smattering of cars to be seen in the slowly advancing twilight. The facade held nothing but a neon sign, 'J.J's', the neon on the one J and s flickering on and off not unlike a gigantic bug zapper. 

	But it is inside that our story takes us. Into the atmosphere of cheap hot dogs and French fries. Of faded worn carpets, and concrete chipped and dented by hundreds of feet. Of boards scuffed and damaged, and painted over one two many times. Of music played loud over a not too great audio system, and a giant rotating disco ball throwing sparkles of illumination over the dim scene. Yes, our story takes us to the local roller rink, perhaps the only evening entertainment for cubs of a certain age. Too young to have a car and the limited freedom it entailed, and too old to be entertained by the latest G flavoured fare at the movie theatre. It is in this den of forced frivolity that we see two cubs among the many. 

	These two are not among those currently on the rinks floor, attempting to impress one and other with their skating skills, but rather stand apart, tucked into the small corner formed where the rink curls away from the wall. It is unimportant to note their species, only that they had recently bumped into one and other while coming out of the washroom facilities, and in doing so resumed a long standing amity.  

	“I tell you, stay away from Kevin, he's mine!” The one snapped, paws curling unconsciously to show the tips of claws within.

	“Fuck that! He can go with whoever he wants. And he wants, me!” the other retorted, tail held high, a snarl on her face.

	“You wouldn't know what to do with him, bitch. I'll give him what he doesn't even know he needs!” The lighter coloured one moved her hand to caress her own hip gently.

	“What he needs is me. And he knows it too. I won't give him up to a skank like you, either.” The darker one said, half turning as if to stalk away.

	“Wait!” The lighter one half-shouted. “I'll make you a bet that I can please him more. The one that looses has to stay the fuck away from Kevin.” She said in a tone that indicated she had no doubt who the winner would be.

	“What makes you think I'd bet you on that. And what sort of bet would it be anyways? No fucking way your getting anywhere near him. I'll cut your pretty face wide open first.” A flash of claw gleamed momentarily in the darker ones paw.

	“Vernon.” The first spoke gently, and seeing the look of confusion on the seconds' face added,  “The first to get him wins.”

	“You have to be fucking kidding me? Vernon? From class? That dork? No fucking way I am dating that piece of shit.”

	“I never said date.” the first said in a smug tone. “I meant, the one that gets his virginity, wins.”

Earlier that month:

	Vernon hated school. It wasn't that he hated learning, though he wished French was never invented, but school was a place that any grade seven outcast might hate. God knows he had tried to make the most of it. He'd even been stupid enough to try to win a spot on student counsel. That had really shown him just how popular he really was. Fourteen votes. Fourteen. Out of the entire school of nearly six hundred. If loosing hadn't been enough of a blow to his ego, learning the vote total had been even worse.

	Removing the thick glasses from his face, Vernon sighed, and rubbed his muzzle. Looking into the mirror he frowned as he slid the glasses back on. The glint of silver on the black markings of his facial mask pissed him off even more today. Turning, he walked away from the mirror, and out of the boys bathroom, returning back in the direction of the gym. 

	Gym didn't normally suck too badly. True he was no good at sports, but even in grade seven you still got to do a good fraction of games. However today was a huge exception. Days just did not get much worse then this. Even from here he could here the strains of music as their wolf teacher, Mr Black lead the class on the steps to a square dancing song.

	Dance had to be the most embarrassing thing you could do as a boy. Especially a boy that none of the girls would even glance at. “Or touch.” Vernon muttered to himself as he stepped through the door leading back into the gym proper. Watching the classmates go through the motions of the dance, Vernon was again glad that he had strained a leg muscle the other day. At least today he could avoid that embarrassment of being the one guy none of the girls wanted to pair up with. 

	Resuming his seat on the bench at the side of the gym Vernon watched the progression of the steps. He already knew there was no way he was going to be able to milk his leg for another day, and that the worst days of dance were yet to come. Vernon could feel his cheeks begin to burn red as he thought about the year prior. The waltz and foxtrot had been pure torture to the young coon. Having to learn the steps was one thing, but trying to do so while your partner studiously maintained a gap of two inches from your hands was even worse. Not all the girls had been so mean, but the sheer not knowing which would allow you to touch them had been nerve-racking to the cub. Leaning down, Vernon gently rubbed his left leg, frowning at the absence of any pain. “Crap.” Vernon thought to himself. As he straightened up, Vernon happened to notice that he had caught the attention of Mr. Black who was now studying him intently. 

	“Double crap.” Vernon muttered softly to himself, and scrunched back down again in his seat, making as small a target of himself as he could while he waited for the class to end.

	It was a week later that the next big embarrassment hit Vernon. Normally he just sat in his seat and tried to cruise through his lessons. Math to social studies, to English, it was all pretty much the same to him. He’d do the minimal amount of work possible, and try to avoid homework as if it was the plague itself. If he could get away with it, a book tucked under the lip of his desk or hidden by the great big textbook provided by the school proved more interesting to him then any lesson plan provided by the teacher. However whenever the TV and VCR were rolled into the room, they usually managed to snatch Vernon’s attention away from whatever world he was exploring in his mind. 

	Science should have been next on the agenda, so when Mr. Black spoke up and rattled off three names, Vernon was surprised when those furs were excused and told to go see the school’s librarian till the lunch period. “Odd.” Vernon thought, as he watched the two girls and a guy head out of the classroom, only to have his attention suddenly arrested by his teacher once more. 

	“All right class. As you may have noticed, several of your classmates have been excused from the next lesson due to religious objections. As for the rest of you, I expect I will soon have your undivided attention.” The corners of Mr. Blacks’ muzzle curled up in a faint grin. “I have a video for all of you to watch and then we will discuss it and have a question and answer session.” With that said, the wolf turned back around and started up the film.

	There was the usual yammer of kids talking to each other in hushed tones throughout the usual blue screen of the FBI warning against copying. The title of the film swiftly brought a stunned silence to the classroom. Vernon could only watch in awe as the words, ‘Your body and you.’, flashed by on the screen. The montage of images that followed this as an opening theme played included a montage of furs of varying species and ages in states of undress. His ears barely registered the words of Mr. Black who was commenting, “This is probably the most informative part of the film.” as he stared on.

	The rest of the film was nothing but a blur to Vernon. Many different scenes attacked his senses as he watched, eyes slowly glazing over. Even as he watched, he could sense that his scent glands were kicking in, bringing a flush to his face. This realization snapped him out of his haze, and he quickly glanced around to see if anyone noticed. In the darkened room, nothing was obvious, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Adjusting himself in his chair, he turned back to face the TV, only to find himself meeting the gaze or a fellow student in doing so. He was not sure in the half-light, but he could almost make out a look of disgust, perhaps, on the young cats face, before she turned back toward the screen, her brown shoulder length head-fur flicking swiftly to one side as she did so. Frowning, Vernon turned his gaze to his own desk briefly, before glancing out of the corner of his eye. “Did she notice?” He wondered, as unconsciously he wrung his hands below the level of his desk.  

	When the film had drawn to a close, Mr. Black flicked the lights back and addressed the group of children. “Alright I am sure you are all bursting with questions now. However first we will take five minutes for that all to digest, and I need to provide you all with some handouts. Feel free to get a drink of water, or whatever while I go get them from the office.”

	Vernon was so engrossed in his own thoughts he did not watch the slow exodus of students from the room, several boys walking strangely, not to mention a few girls looking quite flushed. Nor did his notice Mr. Black in opening up the window pausing briefly to take a deep breath of the mixed scents of a number of growing cubs so suddenly kicked into a state of arousal. 

	It was several days later when the unimaginable luck kicked in for Vernon. He was at his desk, getting for the walk back home from school, and still trying to get the images of the past couple days of sexual education out of his head. Sitting in the middle of an end column of chairs, a great many students walked past his desk to get to the pencil sharpener in one corner of the room. Since they had been learning about sexuality, Vernon had been noticing that the girls among his classmates had really cute asses and tails. That day he had been trying to take advantage of his desk position to get even a brush by touch of either of these features by danging his arm off the side of his desk whenever a girl decided to pass by. So far his luck had been nil, and he had just about given up on the practise. In keeping an eye on the girls, he had noticed one particular fact. 

	One girl, a mouse with light brown fur by the name of Suzie, was wearing a set of cut short yellow overalls that particular day. Vernon usually took little notice of the girls in his class, but the recent days had set his mind a wild with possibilities. It was such that when he was getting ready to go home this day, he noticed something odd. He could swear that he was seeing the outline of a nipple pushing out the fabric of the overall. At that moment, Suzie happened to turn sideways and in the gap between clothing and mouse Vernon saw a whole lot more brown fur then he was expecting. 

	Vernon sat down hard, and stared. “It just couldn't be” Vernon thought, but to his eyes it seemed like Suzie had not worn a bra to class today. Figuring to investigate this further, he stood up once more and rooted around in his desk for a pencil, any pencil. Heading over toward the sharpener, he kept his eyes fixed in the direction of the young mouse girl. In doing so he managed to catch another flash of side boob that seemed to prove the young raccoons theory. That pencil suffered greatly at this revelation, for it was only a nub when Vernon finally extracted it from the sharpener. He knew he just had to see more of this sight. Removing the barrel from the sharpener, Vernon casually strolled across the floor to the garbage can, keeping his peripheral vision on the target at hand. The room was emptying quickly, and Suzie might leave at any minute, so he knew it was then or never to see what could be the most exciting thing Vernon had ever seen. Real. Live. Breast.

	Vernon was half-way across the floor when it happened. He was not sure just what Suzie had bent to pick up, but when she did so he almost paused in mid-stride. There, perfectly back-lit by the light coming in from the window was the Holy Grail. At best a handful, the slightly conical mound was capped by the most erotic sight of the young coons' life. A nipple. A real nipple.

	The view was quickly gone, but then again so was Vernon. He replaced the barrel on the sharpener so quickly he almost broke it. Grabbing his backpack from where it lay on his desk, Vernon was swiftly out of the classroom and into the nearby boys washroom where a handy cubicle awaited. It was the work of seconds to unzip his pants and release what had been a very painful erection. It did not take long for him to decorate the walls of the stall with ropes of his cum, the release almost painfully pleasurable. As he stood there leaning against the wall and panting, it never occurred to him that Suzie never stayed this late, nor that he was not the only one enjoying the pleasant view.

	Vernon sighed softly as he trudged down the street the following afternoon. It wasn’t that he disliked being outside, but at times he really could dislike delivering the local paper. They pay didn’t suck for a couple of hours, two days a week but he’d rather be plopped down in front of his video game system, rather then out earning the cash he would wind up blowing on candy and comic books. Thankfully the route was centred on his own house, even if it did roam up and down the hills of the neighbourhood. Usually he could also con his little sister or brother into doing half the route for half the pay, though recently they had proved almost as lazy as Vernon himself and he was stuck doing all of the route.

	Looking down the street, Vernon clutched the flier and paper combo he had and padded up to the next house on the block. It was only two doors till Angela’s house, and he was feeling conflicted. Angela was a skunk, and as such was usually the target for the boys in class to make stupid jokes about her smelling. It had not helped that she was the first among the girls to undergo a growth spurt, making her lanky form out of proportion to the rest of her body. So not only did they joke about her smelling, but also being ugly. Vernon never took part in those jokes, but then again Vernon was never really part of the conversation. 

	A couple of deliveries ago, Vernon had noticed that Angela’s house happened to have a box to leave notes by the door, just in case someone called when the family was away. In a fit of what Vernon was only calling insanity, he had written a kind of sappy note for Angela, calling her beautiful and signed it as Mr. X. Then a delivery past that he had done it again. 

	Hitching the carrying bag around his shoulder, Vernon cut across the lawn to the next house on the block. It wouldn’t pay to change his habits, even if he was dreading the house beyond that one. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Angela, it was that he was not quite sure just what he should do. The more notes he left, the bigger the chance someone would see him writing them. And he was not quite sure he could deal with that extra humiliation. Yet he did want to do his little part to make Angela’s’ day a better one. 

	Scuffing the grass with one foot, Vernon dug into his pouch and pulled out the fateful paper. It was now or never, and Vernon still did not know what to do. First one step, and then a second, Vernon was within reach of the mail box, and he could simply leave the paper in the holder and leave. A third concrete step was mounted, and then the fourth. Fingers shaking slightly, he put the paper down and reached for the little wooden box and the pencil he knew would be there. Words flowed from the shaking fingers, and Vernon was not even sure just what he was writing. He had just started to make the sign of the X when he heard movement from within the house. Panicking, he dropped the pencil and scurried to the next house down the block, frantically scrambling for the bundle he needed for it, unaware that unseen eyes watched him even then.

	 Vernon was made painfully aware of this when he was approached two days later by two of the boys in his class. Vernon had never been friends with either Mark nor Brad in the past, so he was wary when they came up to him during recess that day. 

	“So you like Angela, huh?” Mark said, tone flat and seemingly uncaring as he addressed the young Raccoon. “Didn’t take you for someone who liked the stink. Guess I should have known better.” Off to the one side, Brad was just smirking softly.

	Vernon just stared blankly at the pair, trying desperately to keep the fear he held in his heart from showing on his face. Finally he managed to find his voice. “Angela? I have no idea what your talking about.” He trailed off softly, eyes focusing in on Brad's smirk.

	That smirk grew on Brad's face, and he spoke the words slipping out as smooth as silk from his lips. “Oh really. So I didn't see you over at Angela's place the other day?”

	Vernon's lips curled down into a frown. “Uh. Oh course you saw me there. I deliver their fliers after all. Now if you'll excuse me.” Vernon stepped to one side, and moved down the hall, turning down the first corridor he came to, chased by the laughter of the pair. Minutes later he was in the washroom, splashing water on his face and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Shit.” he muttered.

	It was only to be expected when Vernon found the first note in his desk. He was rooting around for a pencil when the colour pink assaulted his eyes. Hesitantly he edged the paper from between two books and opened it slowly. He knew, just knew it had to be someone having fun at his expense, but even still his heart still could not quite contain the flutter when he first read the words written in green pen.

Vernon,

Like I just wanted u to know I kind of sort of like u, and I want to get together with you at some time... but we really can't let anyone else know. If you want to go out or something and get to know me me better, leave a note tucked under the curtains tomorrow morning. I'm hoping you write me back.

Rachael

	Rachael. If anyone in the class had the chops to be a beauty queen it was that kitten. Her cream coloured fur was a sight to behold, and her black splotches begged the eyes to follow them to places just concealed by clothing. Vernon was sure every boy in the class had a crush on her at some point over the past two years as puberty had only heightened her latent charms, casting the spell over the entire grade at school. As such he just couldn't take this note seriously. He thought he had heard that she was dating an older boy in the ninth grade, from the high school just across the soccer field from their own. Still, Vernon could not but help a glance across the room toward where she normally sat, surrounded by her friends and confidants.

	'Is she looking?' Vernon thought to himself as he studied her figure as she doodled in her notebook. 'A blue pen, not green' was the second thought, even as he turned to look back at the paper once more. Reaching back into the depths of his desk he withdrew a binder and filed the note inside, unsure of just what he ought to do. If he did as the note said no doubt the anonymous note writers would string him along till just the right point, and then crush him, leaving him the laughing stock as always. But if he ignored the letter he might loose out on a chance on Rachael.  Rachael of the cream coloured thighs. Rachael of the coarse cat tongue. Rachael bent backward over the hobby horse and... Vernon snapped his thoughts away from that and back toward reality, which included a rapidly growing and painful lump in his pants. 

	Vernon just knew it had to be a setup. Even still he could almost feel his pen drifting across the paper, writing the words that he would love to say. If only it could be real. If only. Vernon sighed, packing up his gear, his reply note unwritten. who was he kidding. He was the laughingstock of his grade, perhaps even the school. On a bad day, Vernon feared that the entire town knew of his misadventures. How he had bawled his eyes out when a simple snowball had nailed him in the face, giving his glasses such a hard knock from his face that he feared they were broken. Thankfully the thick lens had only popped free from its housing, but his tears had marked him as a wimp then. It wasn’t as if Vernon had never tried to fight back, but his one misadventure there had led to even more scorn. Something as stupid as a jackass at the Jr. curling club moving some shot rocks Vernon had been practising with had set the cubs temper off. Pledging to fight the perpetrator outside the club, Vernon had done little but grab the fellows nuts and squeeze, hoping to make him feel a shred of the pain that he had been put through. Fortunate or not, the fight had been rapidly interrupted by Vernon’s mother, no doubt tipped off by a club member. It meant that Vernon did not even get hit, but the burning shame of that incident still plagued the young raccoons’ thoughts. Even now he could still hear the whispers of how he must obviously be gay for immediately going for the balls of his fellow fighter.

	Of course no one would ever believe him, so why even try to state the contrary. Vernon just put his head down and tried to ignore the talk, all the time wishing he had been a turtle so that he could at the very least sink into his shell. It was not as if Vernon had not tried to cultivate a few friends during his tenure at school, but he had always been a quiet lad and of all the boys on his street the only one he shared any closeness with was a young red fox two years his junior. Not someone he could hang out with at school If he did not want to endure any more teasing. He had started to make friends with a wolf who lived a block over, but he and his family had moved into the country only three months after that. Vernon could feel his cheeks begin to burn at the thoughts of his one visit to said wolf at his new place. They had had some fun, seeing to the feral chickens and animals they kept as pets, but then they had decided to go for a walk in the back woods and explore. When out in the woods and away from all prying eyes what had been a romp through the woods soon led to both boys forgoing clothes as they played feral. Baying at the ‘moon’ followed, with the fuzzy butt of the other boy as the moon. Hiding in a hollow tree the pair were soon using their members to draw on the others back, trying to see if the opposite boy could guess what they were sketching. Vernon kicked a stone hard as a memory forced its way into his head, of him taking the others dick into his mouth ever so briefly after the wolf had relieved himself. He had never returned to that farm, embarrassment keeping him far away.
	
	His second attempt at friendship with a boy in his grade had at least not led to nude adventures, but made Vernon feel even worse. He had called up a lad to come over as the pair had been discussing something at school. After a brief mix up where Vernon had not said his name, and the other boy thought another friend had called he eventually made it over. Trying to keep him entertained, they had decided to act silly for a moment and dance to a recording of a popular musician. This had led to his friend slipping on the carpeted stair and breaking his ankle in the first month of the summer season. Since then he could not even look him straight in the face for the rest of the year, barely managing a soft “Sorry” every time he passed by.

	Returning to his home,Vernon collapsed onto his bed with a sigh, face wrinkling in disgust and a faint flush coming to his cheeks as from beneath him the sound of crinkling plastic was heard. Yet another embarrassment that he could barely stand to deal with. Vernon had always been a fellow that could sleep nearly anywhere, but when he slept nothing could free him from Morpheus’ grasp. Not even the urgent need to urinate would wake him, so on more then one occasion he would wake with sheets soaked through due to his bladder failing to hold. At least with the plastic, the mattress would not be ruined, though Vernon was growing awfully tired of waking in pools of his own urine. What was even worse is that a few short days ago he had been entertaining another prospective friend who had commented on the sheets. Vernon had managed to make a weak excuse about the sheets, claiming he spilt his water glass quite commonly off the night stand rather hoping to be thought of as a clumsy oaf and not a baby who still wet his bed. The friend, a young weasel named Andy, had dropped the subject without questioning Vernon further. For that Vernon was incredibly grateful and had asked if Andy had wanted to go into town, an excuse to further divert himself away subject.

	Vernon had made a brief stop over into the library, emptying his backpack of his latest haul of books. He had not stopped to get some more, for while Andy had pleaded an errand in the nearby store, Vernon did not want to keep the weasel waiting for very long. Vernon could very easily loose himself into the stacks if he tried. 

	As the pair started walking further into town, not wanting to wait for the vagaries of the next bus Andy had produced two boxes of cheap chocolate from his pocket and offer one to the raccoon. 

	“Oh. Thanks a bunch. You didn’t need to buy me this.” Vernon said with a slight smile, taking the box and working on the opening.

	Andy just smiled a faint half-smile and shook his head. “I didn’t. I stole them.” 

	That revelation caught Vernon with a chocolate half raised to his lips, eyes looking a little wild. “You stole them?” He half whispered. “Why’d you do that?”

	Andy just shrugged again and motioned with one paw. “I wanted them. I didn’t have any money, and I felt like it. So I took them. No big deal, I do it all the time. It’s easier with the bigger shops, as there are too many people to watch.”

	Vernon just shook slightly and tucked the box of chocolate into his backpack. “I’ll eat them later.” He explained, and trudged along the sidewalk silent for a minute. “Well it’s not like I haven’t shoplifted something before, but I just can’t see myself doing it anymore. I must have been eight, and it was only twenty-five cents worth of gum.”

	Andy just smiled at the raccoon. “Well what would you like?”

	This question gave Vernon pause, and before he could come up with an answer the bus had caught up with the pair. Flashing his transfer at the driver, Vernon settled down in the rear, far away from only other passengers before giving his answer. “Honestly? Some condoms. I’d never buy them myself, and I kind of want to know what they feel like.” Vernon flushed red as he spoke in a hushed tone.

	“Okay.” Andy replied. “But I’ll need to borrow your backpack.”

	The trip back from the store was just as bemusing, as Vernon stared at the package of Trojans in his bag. Andy had explained how he had gone looking at vitamins, and just casually swept the package into the partially opened bag before going on to look at a few more things. All that time Vernon had been nervously chewing his claws, waiting for the return of the weasel. 

	When they were both safely ensconced in Vernon’s room, he removed the package from his backpack and opened one of the packages, studying the strangely shaped device with a bemused gaze. “So this is suppose to go…” Vernon trailed off and looked down at himself before a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. 

	“Well you going to try it on? You did open it after all.” Andy spoke, a slight smirk on his face. “It would be a waste to throw it out.”

	“Uh.” Vernon looked up at the other boy, the blush deepening in his cheeks, now visible through his dark fur. Glancing at the window to make sure the shades were drawn and then to the door to make sure it was closed, the raccoon slowly unbuttoned his jeans and turned slightly trying to angle out of the other boys view. Vernon had unrolled the preventative, so he had to clumsily roll it up again cursing as the latex fought his efforts. Finally he gave up on that task and instead got around to dropping his white briefs, fumbling with the device as he tried to arrange it on his stiffening penis. When at last he managed to get it properly arranged, Vernon just stared down at it. “Feels different.” He murmured, temporarily forgetting about the other boy in the room.

	Vernon gave a slight start as Andy spoke up. “Really? I suppose it ought to.” Andy moved slightly, and looked down at Vernon, before flashing his slight half smile. “So how do you jack off?” 

	“Jack off?” Vernon replied, a slightly confused look on his muzzle.

	Andy suppressed a sigh and nodded his head toward the other cubs shrouded penis. “You know, cum? Jerk off? Masturbate?” He frowned. “I thought you’d done it before given the way you wanted condoms.”

	If Vernon could have gotten any redder, there would have been no need for lights in the room. “Ah. I uh…” Vernon paused and jerked his head toward a pillow clad in a stain pillow case that was lying on the bed. “I kind of hump that.”

	“Hump it?” The weasels’ muzzle bore a look of disbelief that Vernon had never seen before then. “You mean you fuck your pillow?”

	Vernon shrugged and gave a slight nod. “I guess you could call it that. It feels good too rub my dick on it, and I wind up shooting. I guess I never thought of it as jacking off, or using my paws.”

	“Man I have got to see that.” The weasel said, a slight smirk writing its way onto his face. “I just can’t quite believe it too be true.”

	Vernon glanced down at himself. He had been semi-erect when he had put the condom on, but he had slowly grown the more so as the talk of sex had come up. Like any young boy he was ready and willing again, and despite any shyness he might feel from Andy being in the room he was also feeling a bit horny as well as grateful for the condoms the weasel had provided. Shrugging his shoulders Vernon stepped out of his pants and grabbed the two pillows stacking them on the bed and slowly mounted them.

	At first the young raccoons movements were quite awkward., partially due to self-consciousness at having an foreign presence in his private space while preforming such a private act, not to mention the slightly strange angle he had to adapt in order to let Andy observe. Pausing briefly to shift a pillow solved the second of these issues, and the first solved itself as the feelings grew for Vernon. His mind flashed to the scene of Suzie the young mouse girl bending over, only this time there was no overall in the way. In his mind she was looking over her shoulder with a coy glance, and the pleasant feelings of satin on Vernon’s cock was him slipping into the folds of a waiting sex.

	Thrust. Thrust. Even through the condom Vernon could feel the slickness of the satin cover rubbing the underside of his cock on each thrust. The slippery soft material had started out as cool to the touch, but was rapidly warming up under the raccoons ministrations. Vernon’s mind had fully forgotten about his observer now, lost in these growing feelings. The lube in the condom was becoming slicker with his precum, so much so that the over-sized latex covering slipped right off during one thrust. There was no time or need to fix this as the flood of feelings overwhelming Vernon was still growing. Thrust. Pillow. Thrust. Warm willing mouse. Thrust. Thrust. 

	The rush of endorphins overtook Vernon, and he found himself spraying his juices making a mess of both pillow and his fur. Collapsing as he muscles relaxed, Vernon found himself rolling to the side slightly, just in time to hear a grunt from Andy. The weasel had his pants around his ankles and his paw wrapped around his own swollen member. Vernon could only watch in awe as the weasel grunted again, his paw moving faster and faster as a rope of cum shot from the end of the weasels member landing on both the bedspread and Vernon’s leg. Andy did not seem to notice this as his breathing slowly came back to normal, a glazed look fading from his eyes. “That was interesting.” Andy finally said, his face returning to that half-smile that Vernon was beginning to think was Andy's default state.

	Vernon did not reply - instead he reached over to grab a pair of underpants from the clutter on the floor and began to clean himself and the pillow off. Finally looking up at Andy, Vernon nodded hesitantly. “I suppose it was. I don’t think I could do it your way however. My paws are just too rough for that sort of thing.”

	Andy frowned briefly and then reached for Vernon’s paw, turning it over to inspect it in detail. While Andy stared, Vernon could feel a blush growing. There he was sitting naked from the waist down, while another half naked boy stood mere feet from him. Even worse, Andy’s cock was right at eye level and the examining of Vernon’s paw ensured that it was close enough to touch. Vernon was afraid to breathe, so closely was his muzzle to Andy’s member that he could swear he was seeing the hairs of the other boys fur move with each exhalation. Just before Vernon could pull his paw away from the other boy, Andy finally released it.

	“You might need to use some hand lotion as a lube.” Andy spoke, seemingly unaware of Vernon’s uncomfortably. “Frankly I just use spit, but you might want to get something slicker and more able to soften up those rough paws of yours till you get a good rhythm going. Mind you, that roughness might be nice. Give you that little bit more of feeling to it while you are working at it.” Andy paused and slowly shrugged, before continuing this time with a note of humour in his voice. “Or you could always find someone to do it for you. I hear, like all sex it is better with a partner.” 

	Vernon blushed and tore his eyes from the weasels face, casting his gaze downward. Of course this had the added effect of returning Vernon’s gaze to the weasels half erect cock which was still sporting a fine line of cum seeping from the end. Vernon was mesmerized really. This was the first time he had a chance to inspect another guys package and to his relief he was at least comparable in size. Andy might have a slight edge in length, but Vernon had a bit of an edge in girth, or so he believed. This thought consumed the raccoon for a few seconds before he snapped his gaze back up to the weasel’s twinkling eyes. If they could have glowed through his fur Vernon’s cheeks would have matched the figurative nose of Rudolph. Pausing to catch his breath and his thoughts, Vernon finally spoke. “Uh.. I’d…” he trailed off, looking sheepish and indicated the weasels cock making a few small jerking motions with his free paw. 

	Andy seemed to be considering this, before cocking his head slightly to one side. “I dunno. Your paws are quite rough after all.” That smile remained on his face, and there was a tone of humour in his voice, as well as something else that Vernon just could not quite place. “How about we try sucking each other off instead? I’ll suck you off first.” He hastily added while Vernon seemed to pause to consider this.

	In truth the idea did not bother the young raccoon, his mind flashing back to the warm and slightly salty feelings of having his friend between his lips. Then it had only been for a few seconds, a kiss more then a suck. He had almost enjoyed himself in that brief moment of play and he figured that the taste might even be subtly different based upon the species in question. This thinking must have been perceived as hesitation by Andy for mere seconds later he added. “I’ll even let you shoot off in my mouth if you want too.”

	“Why not.” Vernon replied with a slight shrug before looking around hastily. “But can we do it somewhere else? I don’t want my parents coming home and catching us doing… you know.” 

	Andy was quick to agree to this little demand, so after the pair had put their pants back on, Vernon led the way out into the backyard.  There in a darker more secluded area stood the small A-frame playhouse his dad had built for him and his siblings. In the past Vernon had explored himself out of the prying eyes of all so he knew it was private enough for what they had in store. He did not even hesitate as he dropped his pants to around his ankles and then kicked them off into one corner.

	The feelings as the young weasel took Vernon’s dick into his hand were intriguing and Vernon made a solemn vow to borrow some hand lotion and give hand jobs a try later on. As he was thinking this half-heartedly, he noticed with a mix of awe and embarrassment as Andy took a sniff of the raccoons penis and more casually touched a fleck of cum that Vernon had missed during his clean up job. With wide eyes Vernon watched as Andy lifted the finger to his lips and made a faint hum of pleasure before bending his head down to take Vernon’s tip into his muzzle.

	Vernon gasped audibly as his penis grew rapidly to full mast in the warm and wet environs of the weasel’s muzzle. Sensations more then thoughts came to roost in Vernon’s head as he felt lips slowly move up and down on his rigidness, teasing the tip before proceeding down the shaft. The presence of a warm and mobile tongue was almost a moot point as the lips proceeded on their journey over and over again. Vernon did not feel in immediate danger of any sort of release but the sensations were so unlike anything he had ever experienced before that when Andy finally stopped moving his muzzle Vernon was not inclined to argue. Smiling his half smile up at the raccoon, a small tinge of precum still on his lips he asked, “So how was it? My turn yet?” 

	“Sure.” Vernon said softly and moved to kneel down on the floor as the other boy removed his pants. This put the raccoon in a position to reexamine Andy’s cock in minute detail. This went on for almost a minute, before Andy’s teasing tones broke Vernon from his reverie. “Your supposed to suck on it, not stare at it.”

	Carefully taking the shaft in his one paw, Vernon gently passed his tongue over the tip, eliciting a gasp from Andy. Emboldened by this Vernon softly ran his tongue around the head , eyes looking upward to see how he was doing. Seeing no objection on the other boys face, Vernon gave it another gentle lick before taking the entire head into his lips. Unsure of himself still he gently sucked only occasionally shifting his tongue in order to try and mimic what the weasel had done to him. Andy seemed to be enjoying himself even if Vernon was unsure. It wasn’t unpleasant to the raccoon, just somewhat odd.

	Vernon was not prepared for the taste to slowly change from a warm fleshy tone with a slight tang into the more salty tones as Andy’s precum began to flow. Vernon hesitated briefly before an encouraging grunt from the weasel convinced him to continue sucking at this strange yet somewhat familiar taste. Not entirely unlike his own Vernon realized. Vernon was also slowly becoming aware of a gentle ache in his knees from the hard floor and an even more insistent ache in his jaw as he preformed action unlike anything he had done before. Finally it became too much and he popped the cock free of his lips.

	Andy tried to hide his disappointment at this, so it was with great haste that he suggested they try something entirely different. “It’s just like fucking a girl.” The weasel exclaimed. “I’ll go first this time and then you can do me if you want.”

	Vernon was further torn, but he found himself gently nodding. He did want the other boy to like him, and this simple act would surely fix that firmly in the other. He had in the past even dreamed of how the strange sexual torture devices worked inspired by repeat viewings of the goonies. More then one sketch of these devices and how a boy or girl might be violated had graced the paper of his notebooks during a boring lecture. Surely this act would provide him with all he needed to know about that. It was a willing raccoon that then lay down on the floor, one hand grabbing his bushy tail in order to make way for the other lad.

	Vernon was not sure what too expect. Sure he was in some discomfort as he lay on the barren plywood floor. Sure he was embarrassed as he felt the other boy settle on his legs and spread his ass cheeks in order to regard his ass-hole. The pressure crushing his penis when Andy applied his weight as he attempted to penetrate Vernon was not expected. Nor was he expecting this pain to be mirrored by the pain in his ass as Andy tried to force his way into the un-lubricated hole.

	“Ow! God damn it, stop!” Vernon exclaimed trying to shift his weight forward in an attempt too make the horrid pressure cease. It seemed almost an age before the weasel stopped and stood up, that same half-smile on his face. Vernon was really beginning to hate that smile.

	“Sorry I guess you need to relax more.” Andy spoke with a slight shrug.

	“Oh really!” Vernon retorted as he used one hand too gently prod around his anus before moving to gently rub his slightly bruised dick. 

	“Maybe a pillow would help as well.” Andy added, trying to sound helpful.

	Vernon sighed softly and half shrugged as his anger faded. “I suppose we could try it in the camper. There is a bed in there after all, and it is almost as isolated.” He slowly rose to his feet and began to look for his pants. “Or maybe we can try sucking again.” He added, a faint blush in his cheeks.

	Andy seemed eager to follow as Vernon led the way around the side of the building and up the path to the gravel parking pad to where the camper squatted on its four legs. Mounting the metal step Vernon gave a faint tug on the door, and then a second harder one when the door failed too open. “Nope. Looks like dad locked it.”

	Andy was crestfallen at that and was suggesting they try a visit to Vernon’s room when the older brown truck of Vernon’s mother turned down the drive. All thoughts of sex vanished from Vernon, and he almost felt panicked as the sudden fear of almost being caught came over him. “No.. No maybe not.” He said, jerking his head to the truck. “You should probably go. I think mom will need my help with the groceries.” Vernon paused, and then lied. “And dinner. I’ll certainly need to help with dinner.”

After Andy had reluctantly left and Vernon had turned away from the minor make work he had assigned himself in the kitchen he found himself back in his room, quietly studying a sticky pair of underpants and one slightly used condom. He was still not quite sure how to take this afternoon. Getting sucked had proven slightly pleasant, and he had not minded returning the favour. True he did not think he wanted to do it again, and the butt sex was right out. 

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	Vernon had stripped the plastic sheets from his bed after that day. He was not sleeping any lighter these days, but a prescription for nasally taken hormones had seemed to stop the urine production at night. He had still yet to see Andy except in class since those events, and Vernon was still not sure how to feel about them. He did not like guys that way he was sure. A well turned fellows ass did not attract his eye like those of the girls in his class did. No, Vernon was certain that he was not interested in doing those acts with Andy again, but he was hoping that the friendship was strong enough now. He was somewhat surprised to hear his mom when he came home from school the next day say that Andy was waiting from him in his room to help him with a school project. They had no projects together after all.

	Down the stairs and pushing open the door to his room found Vernon staring at Andy, naked from the waist down and sprawled across Vernon’s bed, one hand toying with a condom. Smiling that same half-smile, Andy spoke. “It’s my turn to wear the condom.”

	The room to Vernon was so quiet. While a pen might have dropped and he heard it, instead he could hear the sounds of his siblings playing outside, and the soft click as he shut the door behind him. It might have been difficult to see colour changes of cheeks behind fur, but in this the sheet white of Vernon’s face was clearly visible. “No.” He all but whispered. 

	Andy was looking shocked at this, and some whined protests were coming from his lips. Vernon cut them off with another firmer, “No.” Stepping over to the bed, he shoved the weasel from it and threw him his pants. “You come over without asking. I can accept that.” 

	Andy seemed ready to protest again as he turned the pants over in his hands but stopped when Vernon made a sharp cutting motion through the air. “Shut up. You lie to my mother, and expect me to be so smitten by you that you take off your clothes and expect me to jump into bed with you when not only my mom is here, but my siblings?” Vernon was having a hard time keeping his voice down now, giving voice to his emotions in a way he did not normally do. “Get out. Get out and never come back.” By this time the weasel had managed to get his pants back on, but he was still trying to protest. Vernon cut that off by simply turning around and walking out of the room, heading outside to see what his younger brother and sister were up to.

	When a half an hour had passed with no signs of the weasel, Vernon returned to his room and collapsed onto the bed, hands in his head. “Oh god.” He moaned to himself. “He’ll tell everyone at school I sucked him. That he fucked me.” Vernon sank lower in the bed, feeling the wave of depression wash over him like the darkness of a storm cloud blocking out the sun.

	Vernon sat like that for almost ten minutes curled up in his bed and trying hard not to cry. When he finally managed to crawl out of bed he tried to put his room to rights, an attempt to keep his mind from other thoughts. He was starting to tidy up his dresser when something caught his eye. He had left a twenty dollar bill on it this morning when he had left, trying to avoid the temptation of spending it on candy and comics on the way home. Now it was gone. A quick look around proved that it had not fallen anywhere, and the sinking feeling in Vernon’s stomach grew. He knew where it was. He’d never be able to prove it, but he knew. Andy’s indignant protests when he finally got up the courage to phone him and ask if he’d seen it only sealed the deal.

Depression sunk over the raccoon again. Not only had Andy used him, he had stolen from Vernon as well. This time the dark cloud of depression was tinged with the amber hotness of rage, flecks of lightening in the clouds.

	A hand reached for the nearby drawer. Like normally it was full of junk that Vernon swept into it. Beyond the toy soldiers, beyond the marbles. Past the pens and pencils, gum wrappers and coins. Fingers curled around the pocket knife, and claws slowly worked the blade open. The shiny metal was almost hypnotic. A mirror of reality and yet not. The reflection of the dark mask and silver frames that marked Vernon as different was seen. That which marked him as odd. The rumours of him being gay would only grow when Andy spoke. Made true. Made real. The knife flashed. Cutting, Stabbing, as tears blurred Vernon’s eyes. 

Darkness.
Clouds.
Light.

	It had been a near thing. The blade had almost touched his own flesh, but the other target had presented itself at the opportune time. It was only later when Vernon had cried himself out that he could gently kiss the stuffy that had been the target of his blade. “Sorry Arthur.” He mumbled softly as he fingered the two deep cuts that the blade had made. Quietly Vernon put the stuffed raccoon back on its shelf and left the room.

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End part A.