I was talking to him again. I had seen his photos a few times thanks to the countless messages that we exchanged these past few months, so naturally, we started exchanging pictures. With him, I could explore my deepest inner self. I was still afraid to show some of my kinks, but that was still more than what I had allowed myself to explore with others. Truly, I wasn't sure of what we were, and long-distance wasn't something I particularly enjoyed, so our little world continued to be unnamed, perhaps for the better of my own mental health. Still, that didn't make me feel like this relationship was any less real than any other one I previously had.

Anyways, this isn't about my relationship with him, but actually an event that I felt comfortable enough telling him about, and now, I will tell you. Note that these events come from my memory from probably more than 16 years ago, so to call myself an unreliable narrator is an understatement. Regardless, I feel like these multiple events shaped some of my experiences and, probably, some of my most forbidden kinks.

So, this story starts in my kindergarten age. I don't really know how old I was, probably around 5 or 6. I do vaguely remember that I didn't stay long at that school after these events started happening, as I grew old enough to change to a new school. There, we used to do a lot of interesting and fun activities for childrens of my age. We would watch old movies in the VCR, like the Lion King, and we would learn how to write letters and spell our names. For some reason, I remember those years as the most fun in my life, something that probably isn't healthy to think about, but as I grow older and have more worries and responsibilities, I feel less and less excited and happy for the future.

Regardless, going back on topic, that school was amazing. I remember having nightmares, which are funny looking back at them now, but absolutely horrified me at that age, where I would go to school without clothes and everybody would make fun of me. Thankfully, that never happened, as the wildest things that actually would happen was me and the other kids playing in our lunch break. We would play pretend, where we would be power rangers fighting against evil or just playing catch around the school's playground. Those were good times for a little wolf like me... oh, right, I forgot to tell you about my appearance.

I don't feel like I stand out much and perhaps that's why I didn't tell you. Regardless, I am a simple gray wolf. The patterns on my fur are unremarkable, something that you'd see in almost every other gray wolf. I am also chubby, with my unkept fur hiding most of my belly rolls and other features that I don't feel comfortable showing others... and back then, I was just smaller. Perhaps cuter too, but I wouldn't know for sure.

But he... he was amazing. I don't remember his name, but his appearance made me breathless. For convenience, I will call this little boy Troy, a cute, little white rat with a few black spots all over his body. His ears, big and round, allowed him to hear stuff from miles away, and his cute tail would always stay tightly wrapped around his leg. He never told me why, as even his tail was cute, but I guess even he had things he didn't like about himself.

Troy and I would play in the playground a lot together, but I vaguely remember that we weren't exactly friends. I don't remember us eating lunch together, chatting or even running around all too much. If we played, there were other kids involved. Perhaps he was ashamed of being my friend, as many others have been in my life. Perhaps, we weren't even in the same class, which would be even funnier considering he would have been younger than me. To think that someone as cute and as small as Troy could shake me to my core so much is... laughable, to say the least.

Anyways, after we were done with our activities for the day, we would slip away from class to play some... other kinds of games. I've never told anyone about this but that guy from the beginning of the story, so perhaps telling you , will make me understand a bit more of myself. So, here we go.

These games that we played were fun, but inapropriate, to say the least. Can a kid groom another into doing things that they shouldn't be doing? Is Troy even to blame, or perhaps he was a victim too? All that confidence, existing to hide the fact that he wasn't perfect like I thought he was. Regardless, here we are. I remember the smell of that restroom, musty and dirty, with its lights flickering as we would touch eachother.

He was the one that started it, he was the one that called me into that kindergarten restroom. I don't remember when we started, but I remember how good it felt, and how he and his little pecker looked like as we played together. He was small down there, as a pup should be, and I was small too, my little sheath barely developed enough to stand in its full glory. I remember touching his cute little cocklet when he told me too. I would feel it throb in my hands as I pumped his cocklet with excitement, wanting to perfectly play that little game he introduced me to, a game a would play with many others as I grew older.

I remember pumping that thick cocklet, thicker than mine, even for a small rat like him, so cute and suckable that I could barely resist. So I did as I was told, with my own red rocket throbbing as both of our cocks were out and proud inside that stall. Perhaps, thanks to his big ears, he knew exactly how to manipulate me, knowing full well that seeing his cock made my legs give out and my body shake with excitement, excited to feel good on my little weenie like before. So, I pumped and pumped, every day, every week. It was so exciting, because it felt like we should hide it, hide it from the adults that would reprimand us from playing such games, but those games felt so good and made my brain tingle with underdeveloped pleasure. His thick mouse cock was also musky, which I remember since I would sometimes do even more than just touch with my hand. I remember getting on my knees, my face close to that underaged cock, thick and ready to receive pleasure from me. My wolf tongue would lick the tip before putting it in my muzzle, feeling it twitch as blood pumped into it and made it really hard for me, filling my nostrils with musk that only boys his age had, something I'm happy to never experience again. Don't get me wrong, I love musk... but that's just not something I like anymore... but in the past... fuck, that musk made me go crazy. I remember using my tongue to lick all around that fat cock head as my own doggy cock twitched, wanting to receive the same attention that I was giving him.

Sometimes, Troy would wrap his tail around my cocklet and pump it, making my little underaged knot come out of my sheath and throb in the air. It felt so good to be touched by him, but most of the times, he would return the favor. He would suck my cock as well, taking it all in his mouth as I felt it throb against his throat. I wanted to knot that mouth, an instinct that I couldn't even begin to understand at that age, and just like that, we played together many, many times. He showed me how to please people and how I liked to be pleased, and I loved every second of it.

Still, his cocklet throbbing in my mouth. His naked body in front of me as we exposed ourselves to eachother. Those experiences shaped me for who I am today, with the kinks that I have today. Do I blame him for doing this to me? Sometimes I do, as I wish that had never happened with me. Would I be different if he never showed me how good it felt to be touched while I was still 6 years old? Perhaps I wouldn't be so fucked up... but I'll never know.

If you've read this little thing that I wrote so far, I thank you for reading my experience, and I hope it did something for you. Thank you.

And to Troy... fuck you Troy... and thank you too.