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  "writing": "[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3648981]This story has a sequel now![/url] \n\nThis story contains gay cub/teen oral sex, talk of a dead parent, talk of depression and suicidal thoughts, mentions of non sexual physical abuse, mild violence/impact play, some mild homophobic language and a mention of homophobia, and a rough but consensual blowjob. It is fairly emotionally heavy. If you do not want to see or cannot handle these topics, please leave or use your blacklist. It is nobody's responsibility but your own to make sure you don't see things you can't handle here.\n\nGay, cub/teen(12/13), oral, mild impact play, breathplay/asphyxiation, mild homophobia, emotional\n\nBully\n\nDexter sat in his hard plastic chair, anxiously shaking his leg and tapping the eraser of his pencil against his desk as he watched the second hand on the clock above the whiteboard slowly tick by. “Fucking hell, Mr. Harrison. Do you really need to go off on another fucking tangent about your vacation? 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I've never done shit to you why do you always insist on fucking with me so much more than anyone else.” he thought to himself, frustrated at never being able to get away from his bully. “Never a day of peace when you're here.” he whispered to himself, smirking as he got an idea that would surely piss the other boy off. He pulled a red pen out of the front pouch of his backpack and started writing on the crumpled paper, quickly balling it back up and throwing it back at the possum as he was distracted by something on the opposite side of the room, catching the boy off guard as it hit him in his ear and making him jolt in surprise. Travis quickly looked around before locking eyes with the smirking squirrel a few seats over before leaning down to pick up the paper, motioning to throw it back before Dexter gestured for him to open it.\n\nTravis opened the paper, his nose wrinkling in anger as his face visibly flushed red in embarrassed frustration as he saw his original note with red pen marks, graded and corrected as though it were homework. He huffed to himself as he read “[b][s]FAGET[/s] [color=#cc0000]FAGGOT 0/100, F. Do better.[/color][/b]” repeatedly, stewing in his frustration before he balled the paper up again and turned to Dexter, the young squirrel unable to stop himself from bursting out in laughter as a thoroughly red faced angry possum held up a middle finger to him from across the room. “Do you have something to say to the class, Dexter?”\n\nDexter jumped, quickly turning to face the front of the class when he heard Mr. Harrison call out to him, his laughter and smile quickly dying and turning into a nervous frown and a stutter. “N-no, Mr. Harrison.” he said apologetically, the man quickly turning his attention back to finishing his retelling of his vacation for the 47th time this week as Dexter heard Travis snickering again, quickly turning to the possum to angrily flip him off just as the lunch bell rang. \n\nDexter finished packing his things from class, quickly zipping his backpack closed and slinging it over his shoulder before getting up and stepping out of class, waiting impatiently for the mass of students to clear out of the walkways as they ate and talked. Dexter made his way to the cafeteria, groaning as he saw the line. “Great. Half my lunch break just standing here. As if today couldn't get any worse.” he thought to himself, already irritable from being picked on all through math and English class. \n\nDexter stumbled forward a little as somebody ran past him, bumping into his shoulder and throwing him off balance, the squirrel catching a glimpse of a familiar long pink tail sticking through a tattered pair of heavily worn black skinny jeans. “UGH. Fucking asshole, Travis.” he thought to himself as his eye twitched angrily once again. “It's a shame he's a piece of shit now. He'd be pretty cute otherwise.” he felt his cheeks warm slightly at the unexpected thought that ran through his head, not noticing the lunch line had started moving until the kid behind him tapped his shoulder.\n\nDexter sat alone at a small table in the corner of the cafeteria, glancing up at the clock on the opposite wall. “15 minutes to eat and no time to do fuck all else. Stupid line.” he thought angrily as he unwrapped the foil bag around his soggy chicken sandwich, quickly lifting up the top bun to double check he got one with nothing on it before taking a big bite. “Bone fucking dry.” he thought to himself as he struggled to chew through the cheap, tough chicken patty, beating himself up for not sneaking one of the packets of ranch dressing they only let you have if you have a salad on your tray. He stuck the straw through the top of his juice box and took a sip to wash down the nearly inedible sandwich he'd bought, his throat struggling like he'd tried to eat a spoonful of vaguely chicken and fruit punch flavored wet sand. His body shuddered involuntarily as the lump of what was allegedly food finally slipped down into his stomach, quickly going in for another bite to stave off his hungry stomach growls and hoping he wouldn't have to make an emergency bathroom trip before his next class. \n\nDexter dumped his cardboard lunch tray into the garbage can as he desperately tried to suck down the last microscopic traces of liquid in his juice box, the cardboard fully crumpling in on itself before he gave up trying and tossed the box in with the rest of his trash before turning back to his table to grab his backpack, a sliver of pink sticking out of his zipper catching his eye as he moved to pick it up. He unzipped his bag and pulled out a small pink envelope with a heart sticker on the front, his heart skipping a beat as he thought about who it might be from, hoping it was from the cute husky girl who sat next to him in pre-algebra. He pulled out the envelope and zipped up his bag, quickly making his way to the nearest water fountain to wash down the rest of the scraps of dry meat paste lining his mouth and threatening to block his throat. He desperately gulped down the stream of luke warm water that weakly arched barely 2 inches out from the faucet, his lips nearly touching it just to be close enough to be able to drink anything from it. \n\nDexter stood up and gasped in relief, fully hydrated and choking hazard free as he fiddled with the pink envelope in his hands, his heart racing as he opened it to see a small folded note, shaky hands unfolding it. “[color=#75507b]Meet behind gym after school <3[/color]” was written neatly on the paper in sparkly purple gel ink. Dexter's cheeks flushed bright red, heat up to the dark tufts on top of his ears as he thought about who this was from. “Wait, I recognize that ink. That's Jenny's pen!” he thought excitedly, remembering the cute husky girl from his math class scribbling notes for class with a similar colored pen throughout the year. He smiled and held the note to his chest, taking a deep breath to gather himself as he thought about how wonderful the unexpected turn this day had taken was. The young squirrel was lost in thought for a moment, only jolting back to reality as the bell rang, quickly putting the note back in its envelope and carefully sliding it into a safe spot in his backpack before zipping it up and heading to 5th period.\n\nDexter could hardly focus through history class as his mind kept slipping back to that note, a shy smile on his face as he thought about what to say or how he'd act when he confronted the girl of his dreams after school, his mind racing with possibilities of what they would do together, where they might go for a first date, how lunch and break time would change with someone special to spend that normally lonely and quiet time with now. He blushed as his mind turned to other more private possibilities as well. Would she want to kiss him right away after her confession? Would she want...no, she's not that kind of girl. She wouldn't go that far right away. Would she? He hoped she would, his 7th grader mind racing with lewd scenarios, imagining slowly undressing her, imagining what her belly fur looked like under her shir- Dexter's train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the bell, the boy taking a moment to compose himself before he stood and made his way to the locker room to get ready for PE.\n\nDexter stood in front of his gym locker, quickly pulling off his shirt and grabbing his gym shirt from the locker, a loud wolf whistle a few feet away making him look around frantically, spotting his tormentor staring at him and laughing as he walked by, Dexter's face flushing red in embarrassment and anger as he yelled “Fuck off, Travis!”, quickly drowned out by the rest of the noise in the locker room, a familiar amused laugh making its way to Dexter's ears from the lockers butted up behind his letting him know Travis heard him loud and clear. He quickly pulled on his gym clothes and slammed his locker shut, heading out into the gym to wait for class to start.\n\nDexter huffed and gasped, struggling for breath as he finished running the last lap of his mile, nearly collapsing as the teacher's assistant called out his time. Dexter nearly collapsed, drenched in sweat as he flopped down onto the bench and tried to catch his breath as the last few kids finished running, only 4 classmates making slower times than him. “at least I wasn't last again this time” he thought as a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye, forcing him to quickly close it and rub a dry part of his shirt sleeve across his face. He sat on the bench and calmed down for a few minutes, finally able to breathe normally again as the teacher blew his whistle and signaled for everyone to run back to the locker room, the bell for the end of school ringing just as they made their way back inside.\n\nDexter took his time getting dressed, taking a moment to think about how to handle meeting his crush. He closed his locker and grabbed his backpack, looking around anxiously as he searched for any sign of his bully, not wanting the skinny possum to cause him any problems as he made his way outside and headed around to the back of the building. He let out a deep sigh of relief as he rounded the corner of the building with no sign of the older boy, thankful he wouldn't have to deal with any more of his bullshit today. \n\nDexter rounded the next corner to the back of the gym, heart sinking as he saw he was alone, nobody else around as he walked towards the normally locked back door, something on the step in front of the door catching his eye as he made his way there. He leaned down to pick up a small plastic wrapped box, a sticky note stuck to it. “[color=#75507b]4 Dexter :)[/color]” it said, Dexter smiling as he lifted the paper to see the label on the box. \n\n“Chocolates? That's sweet. I love chocolate.” he thought, still sad as he looked around for any signs of life near him, his ears twitching as he heard footsteps dragging on the ground behind him.\n\nDexter turned around as he tore the plastic off the box. “Jenny?” he asked, his heart sinking, anger building up inside as he lifted his head to see a very nervous looking possum boy standing a few feet away from him, struggling to hold eye contact. “What the FUCK, Travis? Why are you here? Where's Jenny? What did you do?” Dexter shouted, tears welling in his eyes as his voice started to tremble. “This is too f-fucking far, dude. What is your issue with me? We used to be f-friends, Travis. Why are you like this? What did I fucking do to you, dude? Why won't you ever leave me alone?” he yelled at the boy as tears started to streak down his face, Travis opening his mouth to speak but seemingly unable to make words form on his lips. Dexter threw the box down on the ground and turned to walk away, sniffling loudly as he started to cry for real, his anger reaching a breaking point as he heard footsteps shuffling towards him and feeling a shaky hand land on his shoulder. \n\nDexter quickly shot around and pushed Travis away as hard as he could. “DON'T. FUCKING. TOUCH. ME!” he yelled, sadness and fury in his voice as the young possum tumbled backwards onto the cement, a look of shock and fear on his face as his mouth twitched, trying and failing to speak once again. “Was calling me a faggot all the time not enough? The papers and erasers to the back of my head not enough? Calling me names and making fun of me? Was it not enough for you? Now you have to go and get me excited thinking Jenny gave half a shit about me? WHY? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” he screamed, his throat nearly going raw as a steady stream of tears flowed down his cheeks, rapidly dripping down onto the cement. \n\nDexter watched on in shock as Travis started to cry, the young boy trembling uncontrollably as he started to sob. Dexter knew this sound. A deep, sorrowful sob that made the squirrel ache deep down with a sadness he could feel in his bones. The kind of sob he hadn't heard since Travis' mother died when they were in 4th grade. It was a sound made his heart hurt in a way he couldn't describe.\n\nDexter slowly stepped closer to the crying boy on the ground, heavily confused and deeply saddened by the sight and the sounds coming from the young teen. “T-Travis?” Dexter stuttered out, still cautious of trickery as he stopped next to him. \n\n“I'm s-sorry.” he said in the smallest voice Dexter had ever heard. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry.” he repeated as he sobbed. \n\n“What the fuck is going on, Travis? W-what's with you?” Dexter asked, quieter now as his anger cooled down into pure concerned confusion. \n\n“I never w-wanted to hurt you, D-Dexter. I never w-wanted us to end up like this. I don't know what's wrong with me. I want us to be friends a-again. I n-never wanted us to stop being friends.” he stuttered out between sobs, struggling to breathe as his body trembled. \n\n“Then why? Why have you been like this? Ever since your-” Dexter was cut off as Travis started talking again. \n\n“W-when my mom died…” Travis tucked his head into his arms, looking off to the side as he spoke “When my mom died I d-didn't have anybody. Just you. Y-you were my only friend after t-that. You were my only friend even before that. I-I started having thoughts that scared me.” he said, taking a deep breath to try and calm his sobs and trembles. “I thought 'wow it would be so easy to just go see her' all the time. Every time I saw something sharp, every time I saw a car speeding down the street, every time I saw a bottle of pills. 'I could just go now and see mom' I'd think to myself whenever I felt sad or remembered she wasn't there anymore.” \n\nDexter's heart sank in his chest like a brick at Travis' words. “A fucking nine year old shouldn't be fantasizing about suicide. Nobody should be thinking like that. I had nobody. Except you. W-when the thoughts would get really bad, somehow you were always there right when I was ready to do something about them. You were there to ask me to play something, to go to the park, to do whatever. You were there to remind me I wasn't as alone as I felt.”\n\nDexter sat down on the cement across from Travis as the possum took a second to breathe and gather his thoughts before he continued. “My dad drinks. He drinks a lot. He drank a lot before mom died, but it got so much worse after. He started getting violent. It got so bad I started missing school because I was in too much pain to get out of bed. I-I've never told anybody about this, Dexter. I've never even been able to tell mom when I sit at her grave.” he said, lifting his head from his arms and wiping his sleeve across his face to soak up his tears as they continued to stream from his eyes. \n\n“When I hit you that day, I was terrified. I was terrified of my thoughts, of my dad, of you, everything. I couldn't think straight. I was so scared of my dad finding out how I felt. Finding out what my thoughts were like. T-the thoughts of dying didn't scare me half as bad as the other thoughts.” he said as he hid his face back into his arms. “You were always there when I needed you. I-I never had to ask you for anything, you always just offered and gave. You could always tell when I was having a rough time and you were always there to make me feel better. I never had to do anything for you, you never asked for repayment, it was just how you were. It's who you are. T-that's why…Fuck.” he said as he started to tremble again.\n\nDexter sat in silence and waited for the boy to talk, not wanting to rush him and taking his own time to absorb what he'd been told already. “Fuck, all this time he's been getting beaten at home and suffering alone, then why has he been bul-” Dexter's thoughts were cut off again as Travis steeled his nerves to speak. \n\n“The suicidal thoughts were nothing compared to the new thoughts I started to have. The new feelings I felt.” he said before a long, nervous pause. “I-I started thinking 'god, he's so nice to me. He's such a good friend. He's so cute'” he said, Dexter's mouth falling open as a blush began to burn on his cheeks. \n\n“Every time I saw you, I got this feeling in my stomach, a warm fluttery feeling. It was nice, but it terrified me. I started t-thinking about you more and more when I was alone. I didn't think about killing myself even half as much anymore. I just thought about you. I'd never had a crush before. I didn't know what it really meant to like somebody. But then one day you caught me crying on my porch after my dad got finished beating me because I spilled a couple drops of juice on the floor and you hugged me. You just...you just hugged me, because you saw I was sad and you knew I needed it. And then I thought 'I love you.' and that's when it clicked. I didn't want to be your friend. I w-wanted more. And that's what scared me. I heard the way dad talked about people like me. I heard the way he laughed at violent stories on the news of boys like me getting beat up. If he ever found out how I felt he'd kill me himself, I'm sure of it. I couldn't risk being around you as much anymore in case my dad found out. I started getting distant. Pushing you away. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. I hated myself so much every time I turned you away.” Dexter watched as Travis started to tremble harder, that deep sorrowful sob hitting his ears again, hitting him like a punch to his very soul. \n\nDexter and Travis sat in sad silence together as Travis tried to work up the strength to speak again. Tears ran down Dexter's face in an endless stream as he processed what he'd been told so far. “T-that day when I hit you...i never meant to do that. I never wanted to. It was a reflex. You scared me. You grabbed me on a really bruised up spot and it hurt, I turned around and swung without thinking out of fear and then I saw you crying and bleeding a-and I ran. I felt sick to my stomach when I got home. I cried. I cried so much. And then I thought 'this is perfect. He'll leave me alone now.' and I was right. You stopped talking to me. We went our separate ways, and then I turned 10. You didn't come to my birthday. I don't know why I thought you would, but I did, and when you weren't there I was devastated. That's when I knew I really was alone. Spending my 10th birthday with my dad screaming and hitting me and making me bring him new bottles from the fridge when he finished another one. That was the worst day of my life after mom died. Realizing you were gone. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the silence, the loneliness. I needed you. I needed you to notice me, to pay attention to me. So I started messing with you in class. I hated it. It felt so bad, I knew it made you sad. I knew it pissed you off. But it was the only way I could get you to pay attention to me. I'd go to school when I was physically well enough to go, I'd fuck with you, and then I'd go home and suffer. Just getting you to look at me, to acknowledge me anymore, that's been my only happiness. I don't smile anymore. I don't laugh when I'm alone. Nothing is fun. Except for when I'm here, pelting you with papers. That's the only time I feel anything. When you fucking look at me, when you talk to me. You have no idea how happy just hearing 'Fuck off' makes me feel when it's from you.”\n\nDexter was in shock as Travis spoke, this revelation of feelings, this explanation of his behavior over the last 3 years, it clicked. It made sense. He understood, yet he had no words and he continued to sit in silence as he waited for Travis to finish. \n\nTravis lifted his head to look Dexter in the eye before he continued. “I-I need you, Dexter. I need you back in my life. A-as more than just this. I- fuck, I'm sorry I got your hopes up to come here. I-I knew you liked Jenny so I borrowed her pen to write the note. I knew you wouldn't come if you knew it was from me. I'm sorry I did that to you. It was mean and fucked up, but I really needed to do this. I needed to get you here alone. I-I needed a way to get you to sit and listen to me. I need...i need you, Dexter. Please. Don't leave me alone again. I can't take it anymore.” \n\nDexter watched as Travis pleaded with him, the desperation clear as day in his voice as he begged the young squirrel to stay with him, to come back into his life as more than just a bullying target. “W-what do you mean, Travis? What do you want me to do here? Just magically be friends again after all the bullshit? I'm sorry you've been suffering for so long, but how do you think I felt all this time? You were my only friend, too. I thought I did something wrong. I thought I did something to hurt you without realizing it. I felt terrible. I was so fucking sad, Travis. You left me alone and all this time I thought it was my fault. I tried so hard to be there for you. I saw you hurting, it fucking killed me inside. I wanted to help you so badly but you wouldn't let me anymore. You wouldn't let me anywhere near you. You closed up and basically told me to fuck off, so I did, and now, what, you expect it to just go back to how it was because you have a crush on me and you feel bad?” Dexter said angrily through his tears. \n\nTravis shakily struggled up to his feet as his tears started to die down. Dexter watched as the boy reached his hand down and held it out to him, the squirrel grabbing it for help up, confused. \n\n“wha-” Dexter was cut off as Travis shouted “Hit me.” Dexter eyed him, now even more confused. \n\n“What? I'm not-” \n\n“Hit me. Please. Just fucking hit me. You're angry, see? You want to, don't you? I deserve it. I want you to hit me. As hard as you can, just fucking hit me!” \n\nDexter's brain swam with a strange confused anger as he balled his fist and jammed it as hard as he could into the possum's stomach, the boy groaning and stumbling back a little as he struggled to catch his breath for a moment. “hurgh, huff, aaaaahhhh FUCK. AGAIN!” he shouted, struggling to straighten himself as he stumbled back another step. \n\nDexter's face burned, rage welling up inside as he stepped forward and punched him again in the same spot, confused as he watched Travis fall down and hold his stomach, groaning in pain as he caught his breath again. “F-fuck.” he said in a huffy tone Dexter had never heard before. He was already confused, but even more so when Travis looked up to him with a wide smile before standing up again. “M-more. Again. F-fuck…” he said as he stumbled back a little more. \n\nDexter balled his other fist and hit him directly in the middle of his chest, the boy quickly stumbling back a few more steps before finding himself flat against the wall of the gym, gasping for air as he struggled to speak again. “A-again...please…another…” he begged as Dexter walked up to him and hit him in the stomach again, Travis crumpling down on the ground against the wall, moaning loudly and smiling up at the squirrel standing in front of him.\n\n“Travis what the fuck is wrong with you?” Dexter asked as he noticed a deep red blush on the possum's face. Jolting in surprise when he felt the boy's hands on his thighs. \n\n“P-please. Please, god, let me do this. I need this. I need you. Please. Please…” he begged the confused squirrel as he unbuckled the boys belt and unzipped his pants before quickly shoving his nose into his crotch and taking a deep breath through his nose. \n\nDexter's face burned hotter than ever, a confused arousal overtaking him as he watched his old friend lose his mind smelling his crotch, still sweaty from PE class just 20 minutes ago. “Fuck, yes. If w-we can't be friends I need you to hurt me. Use me. Be mean, make me feel something. Anything. It f-feels good when you do it.” \n\nDexter felt himself starting to strain against his underwear as Travis took another deep sniff of his crotch before reaching for the waistband of his underwear, a strange sparkle in his eye as he looked up to Dexter to ask for approval. “C-can I...please, I need this. Can I?” he asked, Dexter nodding his head and watching on in confusion as the possum freed his half hard uncut humanoid member from his underwear, quickly licking at it and causing Dexter to grunt and moan at the strange new sensations he was feeling. \n\n“Travis what is this? What the fu- ooooh god” he moaned out, interrupted by Travis slipping his tongue inside of his foreskin, the feeling of hot wet flesh against his tip making him moan uncontrollably as Travis closed his mouth around Dexter's fleshy tip, his penis quickly reaching its full 5 inch length as Travis started running his tongue around his still covered head before bobbing forward slightly, the pressure from his lips peeling his foreskin back and exposing more of his sensitive pink head against the warm, wet possum tongue pressed up against the bottom of it.\n\nTravis moaned around Dexter's length. He'd never done this before, but he watched a lot of videos online and the thought of it always excited him. This whole situation excited him in a confusing way. He didn't understand any of it. Why did he so desperately want Dexter to hurt him? To use him? He hated pain. He hated when his dad beat him and left him bruised. It made him feel small and worthless, but the thought of Dexter doing it aroused him. He felt joy when Dexter finally hit him, his nerves were on fire as his brain exploded in confused painful pleasure from the feeling. He didn't plan for this to happen, he just wanted to talk. Explain the situation, finally tell Dexter why he acted the way he did, but here he was holding his stomach and sucking his old best friend's penis behind the middle school gym and moaning in intense pleasure from the pain in his stomach and the strange slimy sensation of the adolescent cock sliding back and forth in his mouth. He felt a drop of Dexter's pre cum touch his tongue and he melted into moans, opening his eyes to look up at the boy with a desperate, hungry look as he blushed.\n\nDexter looked down at the possum sucking his cock, not believing any of this was happening. Any minute now he'd wake up, with his luck it would be just as he was about to cum. A confused mix of emotions swam through his head. Confusion, sadness, anger, extreme arousal. He felt himself throb when Travis looked up at him, a clear hunger in his eyes as the possum reached up to grab Dexter's hands and place them on top of his head, subtly nodding, Dexter taking the hint after processing it for a moment and shoving his hips forward. Travis' head hit the wall behind him and winced a slightly from the mild impact, moaning and gagging, salivating heavily as Dexter's young cock poked at the back of his tongue before pulling back. \n\nTravis throbbed in his own pants, his own young length leaking like a faucet and soaking through his tattered black skinny jeans as Dexter shoved forward again, even deeper this time as his tip nestled just past the back of his tongue, poking down into his throat slightly and forcing him to let out a loud, guttural gag at the intrusion as he moaned at the discomfort. His brain was on fire with pleasure, his body melting into a puddle of noisy wet gags and moans as he happily gave himself up to be orally abused by this boy he held so dear. \n\nDexter was lost in hot, wet pleasure as he pulled back and thrust into Travis' hot, wet mouth repeatedly, his young penis pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust, throbbing hard and leaking with every noisy wet gag he forced from the boy. He felt his cock meet resistance as Travis choked under him, saliva streaming from his mouth in a near constant stream and blushing brighter than ever as Dexter forced himself forward one last inch, pushing straight down into Travis' throat. \n\nTravis gagged harder than he'd ever gagged before, a sense of panic quickly welling up in his chest at the sensation of his airway being fully plugged, unable to breathe at all as he left himself at the mercy of the squirrel over him. This anxiety turned into a masochistic pleasure as he leaked even harder into his own pants, his cock throbbing hard as his whole body lit up with pleasurable feelings while he struggled trying to breathe through his throat blockage. Dexter moaned loudly when he felt himself pop into Travis' throat, his body overwhelmed with new sensations as he felt the young possum rippling and struggling around the tip of his cock, throbbing hard and leaking drops of pre cum straight down his throat as he let his pants fall from his legs, quickly kicking them off to the side as he watched Travis' face contort and struggle as fear and pleasure fought each other for dominance in the young possum's head. \n\nTears began to drip from Travis' eyes as his body trembled from the lack of air while Dexter sat lodged in his throat for an extended stay as his body adjusted to the intense stimulation around his length. Travis let out a strained gurgle and another loud, guttural gag as he choked hard, thick clear slime splattering from his throat against Dexter's pelvis and forcing the squirrel cock from his throat, Dexter pulling back enough to let him breathe for a moment as he coughed and struggled to clear his airway, quickly looking back up at Dexter with those hungry eyes, Dexter pushing forward into his throat again, getting into a rapid rhythm of thrusts as he throbbed with Travis' noisy wet gags. \n\nTravis was in heaven as he looked up and saw Dexter's eyes staring down at him like that, an aroused, dreamy expression in his eyes as he pounded the possum's throat with everything he had. He throbbed hard in his pants and reached up to wrap his arms around Dexter's waist, not letting him pull back more than 2 or 3 inches as hugged tightly. Dexter felt a pressure building in his pelvic muscles, his cock more sensitive than ever as he moaned loudly from the stimulation of the possum mouth and throat he used like a cheap toy. He began to drool as he looked down at the possum below him, the boys eyes watering heavily from gagging so hard and his lack of air as Dexter found himself stuck in his throat, not feeling like pulling back too much as he enjoyed the intense rippling sensation around his length as the boy fought for breath around him.\n\nThe pressure in Dexter's pelvis reached the base of his cock, his length throbbing hard in Travis' mouth as he reached his point of no return. white hot liquid heat shot rapidly up his penis and directly against the back of Travis' throat, forcing him to choke and cough hard at the unexpected mouthful as Dexter kept thrusting through his orgasm, moaning louder than ever as he closed his eyes tightly just to focus on the intense, overwhelming pleasure as his body shook from the stimulation. Travis felt like he was drowning as Dexter came in his mouth. He choked and gagged and struggled for air as a seemingly endless stream of young semen gushed into his mouth and shot down his throat as he struggled to swallow, his own cock throbbing in his jeans as his body shook and his own orgasm hit him, causing him to shoot cum straight through his pants and make a very noticeable stain against the black fabric.\n\nDexter's heart pounded, his ears ringing as he came down from his intense orgasm inside of Travis' mouth. His body felt light and floaty, the young squirrel exhausted as he remembered where he was and what he was doing, quickly opening his eyes and looking down at the sloppy slimy mess of a possum below him, throat still wrapped around his cock as he gagged one last time. Dexter pulled out of the boy's mouth, blushing hard as he looked down in concern. “T-Travis? A-are you o-” Dexter was cut off, squeaking in surprise as Travis grabbed his face and pulled him close, kissing him quickly on the lips before pulling away. \n\n“T-thank you. Thank you!” he said happily, confusing the squirrel once again as he tried to ignore the intense taste of his own cum now on his lips. “Thank you, Dexter. I needed this. I'm sorry for everything, but thank you for this.” he said before letting out a loud, wet cough and shakily standing up and running away on wobbly legs. Dexter looked on in stunned silence for a moment as his brain tried to process what just happened before quickly leaning down to pull his pants back on before someone else came by. He headed home on his own wobbly legs after picking up the box of chocolates he threw on the ground, Travis' saliva and throat slime soaking into his pants from his crotch fur during his walk reminding him he'd have to do laundry tonight.\n\nDexter sat in and waited for the lunch bell to ring. Class felt weird today. Travis was there, but he was quiet. He didn't throw anything today, he barely even looked in Dexter's direction. He seemed happy, though. The bell rang and Dexter sat for a minute to gather his things and put them in his backpack, confused as he saw a small pink envelope sitting in his bag. He pulled it out and opened it, smiling as he read it. “[color=#75507b]Again? <3[/color]” his cheeks flushed as he thought about experiencing yesterday again, hopefully without all the crying this time. Maybe a little crying when he told Travis he'd like to be friends again, and maybe more.\n\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3648981]This story has a sequel now![/url]",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'><a href=\"https://inkbunny.net/s/3648981\" rel=\"nofollow\">This story has a sequel now!</a> <br /><br />This story contains gay cub/teen oral sex, talk of a dead parent, talk of depression and suicidal thoughts, mentions of non sexual physical abuse, mild violence/impact play, some mild homophobic language and a mention of homophobia, and a rough but consensual blowjob. It is fairly emotionally heavy. If you do not want to see or cannot handle these topics, please leave or use your blacklist. It is nobody&#039;s responsibility but your own to make sure you don&#039;t see things you can&#039;t handle here.<br /><br />Gay, cub/teen(12/13), oral, mild impact play, breathplay/asphyxiation, mild homophobia, emotional<br /><br />Bully<br /><br />Dexter sat in his hard plastic chair, anxiously shaking his leg and tapping the eraser of his pencil against his desk as he watched the second hand on the clock above the whiteboard slowly tick by. &ldquo;Fucking hell, Mr. Harrison. Do you really need to go off on another fucking tangent about your vacation? Jesus, we get it, you traveled over Christmas.&rdquo; the 12 year old gray squirrel thought to himself as his English teacher droned on and on about the scenery in England. He was supposed to be teaching about Shakespeare, a convenient excuse to talk about his vacation to the English countryside again, surely. &ldquo;Just 10 more minutes of this bullshi-&rdquo; he whispered under his breath, cut off as he felt a ball of paper pelt the back of his head, quickly turning to see his bully, a 13 year old possum named Travis, smiling and snickering quietly a few seats over. <br /><br />Dexter grumbled and leaned down to pick up the paper, quickly unballing it to see if it was another note like last time. He felt his eye twitch in irritation as he saw &ldquo;<strong>FAGET</strong>&rdquo; written in bold across the page. &ldquo;Fucking asshole. What&#039;s your fucking issue, Travis. I&#039;ve never done shit to you why do you always insist on fucking with me so much more than anyone else.&rdquo; he thought to himself, frustrated at never being able to get away from his bully. &ldquo;Never a day of peace when you&#039;re here.&rdquo; he whispered to himself, smirking as he got an idea that would surely piss the other boy off. He pulled a red pen out of the front pouch of his backpack and started writing on the crumpled paper, quickly balling it back up and throwing it back at the possum as he was distracted by something on the opposite side of the room, catching the boy off guard as it hit him in his ear and making him jolt in surprise. Travis quickly looked around before locking eyes with the smirking squirrel a few seats over before leaning down to pick up the paper, motioning to throw it back before Dexter gestured for him to open it.<br /><br />Travis opened the paper, his nose wrinkling in anger as his face visibly flushed red in embarrassed frustration as he saw his original note with red pen marks, graded and corrected as though it were homework. He huffed to himself as he read &ldquo;<strong><span class='strikethrough'>FAGET</span> <span style=\"color: #cc0000;\">FAGGOT 0/100, F. Do better.</span></strong>&rdquo; repeatedly, stewing in his frustration before he balled the paper up again and turned to Dexter, the young squirrel unable to stop himself from bursting out in laughter as a thoroughly red faced angry possum held up a middle finger to him from across the room. &ldquo;Do you have something to say to the class, Dexter?&rdquo;<br /><br />Dexter jumped, quickly turning to face the front of the class when he heard Mr. Harrison call out to him, his laughter and smile quickly dying and turning into a nervous frown and a stutter. &ldquo;N-no, Mr. Harrison.&rdquo; he said apologetically, the man quickly turning his attention back to finishing his retelling of his vacation for the 47th time this week as Dexter heard Travis snickering again, quickly turning to the possum to angrily flip him off just as the lunch bell rang. <br /><br />Dexter finished packing his things from class, quickly zipping his backpack closed and slinging it over his shoulder before getting up and stepping out of class, waiting impatiently for the mass of students to clear out of the walkways as they ate and talked. Dexter made his way to the cafeteria, groaning as he saw the line. &ldquo;Great. Half my lunch break just standing here. As if today couldn&#039;t get any worse.&rdquo; he thought to himself, already irritable from being picked on all through math and English class. <br /><br />Dexter stumbled forward a little as somebody ran past him, bumping into his shoulder and throwing him off balance, the squirrel catching a glimpse of a familiar long pink tail sticking through a tattered pair of heavily worn black skinny jeans. &ldquo;UGH. Fucking asshole, Travis.&rdquo; he thought to himself as his eye twitched angrily once again. &ldquo;It&#039;s a shame he&#039;s a piece of shit now. He&#039;d be pretty cute otherwise.&rdquo; he felt his cheeks warm slightly at the unexpected thought that ran through his head, not noticing the lunch line had started moving until the kid behind him tapped his shoulder.<br /><br />Dexter sat alone at a small table in the corner of the cafeteria, glancing up at the clock on the opposite wall. &ldquo;15 minutes to eat and no time to do fuck all else. Stupid line.&rdquo; he thought angrily as he unwrapped the foil bag around his soggy chicken sandwich, quickly lifting up the top bun to double check he got one with nothing on it before taking a big bite. &ldquo;Bone fucking dry.&rdquo; he thought to himself as he struggled to chew through the cheap, tough chicken patty, beating himself up for not sneaking one of the packets of ranch dressing they only let you have if you have a salad on your tray. He stuck the straw through the top of his juice box and took a sip to wash down the nearly inedible sandwich he&#039;d bought, his throat struggling like he&#039;d tried to eat a spoonful of vaguely chicken and fruit punch flavored wet sand. His body shuddered involuntarily as the lump of what was allegedly food finally slipped down into his stomach, quickly going in for another bite to stave off his hungry stomach growls and hoping he wouldn&#039;t have to make an emergency bathroom trip before his next class. <br /><br />Dexter dumped his cardboard lunch tray into the garbage can as he desperately tried to suck down the last microscopic traces of liquid in his juice box, the cardboard fully crumpling in on itself before he gave up trying and tossed the box in with the rest of his trash before turning back to his table to grab his backpack, a sliver of pink sticking out of his zipper catching his eye as he moved to pick it up. He unzipped his bag and pulled out a small pink envelope with a heart sticker on the front, his heart skipping a beat as he thought about who it might be from, hoping it was from the cute husky girl who sat next to him in pre-algebra. He pulled out the envelope and zipped up his bag, quickly making his way to the nearest water fountain to wash down the rest of the scraps of dry meat paste lining his mouth and threatening to block his throat. He desperately gulped down the stream of luke warm water that weakly arched barely 2 inches out from the faucet, his lips nearly touching it just to be close enough to be able to drink anything from it. <br /><br />Dexter stood up and gasped in relief, fully hydrated and choking hazard free as he fiddled with the pink envelope in his hands, his heart racing as he opened it to see a small folded note, shaky hands unfolding it. &ldquo;<span style=\"color: #75507b;\">Meet behind gym after school &lt;3</span>&rdquo; was written neatly on the paper in sparkly purple gel ink. Dexter&#039;s cheeks flushed bright red, heat up to the dark tufts on top of his ears as he thought about who this was from. &ldquo;Wait, I recognize that ink. That&#039;s Jenny&#039;s pen!&rdquo; he thought excitedly, remembering the cute husky girl from his math class scribbling notes for class with a similar colored pen throughout the year. He smiled and held the note to his chest, taking a deep breath to gather himself as he thought about how wonderful the unexpected turn this day had taken was. The young squirrel was lost in thought for a moment, only jolting back to reality as the bell rang, quickly putting the note back in its envelope and carefully sliding it into a safe spot in his backpack before zipping it up and heading to 5th period.<br /><br />Dexter could hardly focus through history class as his mind kept slipping back to that note, a shy smile on his face as he thought about what to say or how he&#039;d act when he confronted the girl of his dreams after school, his mind racing with possibilities of what they would do together, where they might go for a first date, how lunch and break time would change with someone special to spend that normally lonely and quiet time with now. He blushed as his mind turned to other more private possibilities as well. Would she want to kiss him right away after her confession? Would she want...no, she&#039;s not that kind of girl. She wouldn&#039;t go that far right away. Would she? He hoped she would, his 7th grader mind racing with lewd scenarios, imagining slowly undressing her, imagining what her belly fur looked like under her shir- Dexter&#039;s train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the bell, the boy taking a moment to compose himself before he stood and made his way to the locker room to get ready for PE.<br /><br />Dexter stood in front of his gym locker, quickly pulling off his shirt and grabbing his gym shirt from the locker, a loud wolf whistle a few feet away making him look around frantically, spotting his tormentor staring at him and laughing as he walked by, Dexter&#039;s face flushing red in embarrassment and anger as he yelled &ldquo;Fuck off, Travis!&rdquo;, quickly drowned out by the rest of the noise in the locker room, a familiar amused laugh making its way to Dexter&#039;s ears from the lockers butted up behind his letting him know Travis heard him loud and clear. He quickly pulled on his gym clothes and slammed his locker shut, heading out into the gym to wait for class to start.<br /><br />Dexter huffed and gasped, struggling for breath as he finished running the last lap of his mile, nearly collapsing as the teacher&#039;s assistant called out his time. Dexter nearly collapsed, drenched in sweat as he flopped down onto the bench and tried to catch his breath as the last few kids finished running, only 4 classmates making slower times than him. &ldquo;at least I wasn&#039;t last again this time&rdquo; he thought as a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye, forcing him to quickly close it and rub a dry part of his shirt sleeve across his face. He sat on the bench and calmed down for a few minutes, finally able to breathe normally again as the teacher blew his whistle and signaled for everyone to run back to the locker room, the bell for the end of school ringing just as they made their way back inside.<br /><br />Dexter took his time getting dressed, taking a moment to think about how to handle meeting his crush. He closed his locker and grabbed his backpack, looking around anxiously as he searched for any sign of his bully, not wanting the skinny possum to cause him any problems as he made his way outside and headed around to the back of the building. He let out a deep sigh of relief as he rounded the corner of the building with no sign of the older boy, thankful he wouldn&#039;t have to deal with any more of his bullshit today. <br /><br />Dexter rounded the next corner to the back of the gym, heart sinking as he saw he was alone, nobody else around as he walked towards the normally locked back door, something on the step in front of the door catching his eye as he made his way there. He leaned down to pick up a small plastic wrapped box, a sticky note stuck to it. &ldquo;<span style=\"color: #75507b;\">4 Dexter :)</span>&rdquo; it said, Dexter smiling as he lifted the paper to see the label on the box. <br /><br />&ldquo;Chocolates? That&#039;s sweet. I love chocolate.&rdquo; he thought, still sad as he looked around for any signs of life near him, his ears twitching as he heard footsteps dragging on the ground behind him.<br /><br />Dexter turned around as he tore the plastic off the box. &ldquo;Jenny?&rdquo; he asked, his heart sinking, anger building up inside as he lifted his head to see a very nervous looking possum boy standing a few feet away from him, struggling to hold eye contact. &ldquo;What the FUCK, Travis? Why are you here? Where&#039;s Jenny? What did you do?&rdquo; Dexter shouted, tears welling in his eyes as his voice started to tremble. &ldquo;This is too f-fucking far, dude. What is your issue with me? We used to be f-friends, Travis. Why are you like this? What did I fucking do to you, dude? Why won&#039;t you ever leave me alone?&rdquo; he yelled at the boy as tears started to streak down his face, Travis opening his mouth to speak but seemingly unable to make words form on his lips. Dexter threw the box down on the ground and turned to walk away, sniffling loudly as he started to cry for real, his anger reaching a breaking point as he heard footsteps shuffling towards him and feeling a shaky hand land on his shoulder. <br /><br />Dexter quickly shot around and pushed Travis away as hard as he could. &ldquo;DON&#039;T. FUCKING. TOUCH. ME!&rdquo; he yelled, sadness and fury in his voice as the young possum tumbled backwards onto the cement, a look of shock and fear on his face as his mouth twitched, trying and failing to speak once again. &ldquo;Was calling me a faggot all the time not enough? The papers and erasers to the back of my head not enough? Calling me names and making fun of me? Was it not enough for you? Now you have to go and get me excited thinking Jenny gave half a shit about me? WHY? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!&rdquo; he screamed, his throat nearly going raw as a steady stream of tears flowed down his cheeks, rapidly dripping down onto the cement. <br /><br />Dexter watched on in shock as Travis started to cry, the young boy trembling uncontrollably as he started to sob. Dexter knew this sound. A deep, sorrowful sob that made the squirrel ache deep down with a sadness he could feel in his bones. The kind of sob he hadn&#039;t heard since Travis&#039; mother died when they were in 4th grade. It was a sound made his heart hurt in a way he couldn&#039;t describe.<br /><br />Dexter slowly stepped closer to the crying boy on the ground, heavily confused and deeply saddened by the sight and the sounds coming from the young teen. &ldquo;T-Travis?&rdquo; Dexter stuttered out, still cautious of trickery as he stopped next to him. <br /><br />&ldquo;I&#039;m s-sorry.&rdquo; he said in the smallest voice Dexter had ever heard. &ldquo;I&#039;m sorry. I&#039;m sorry. I&#039;m s-sorry.&rdquo; he repeated as he sobbed. <br /><br />&ldquo;What the fuck is going on, Travis? W-what&#039;s with you?&rdquo; Dexter asked, quieter now as his anger cooled down into pure concerned confusion. <br /><br />&ldquo;I never w-wanted to hurt you, D-Dexter. I never w-wanted us to end up like this. I don&#039;t know what&#039;s wrong with me. I want us to be friends a-again. I n-never wanted us to stop being friends.&rdquo; he stuttered out between sobs, struggling to breathe as his body trembled. <br /><br />&ldquo;Then why? Why have you been like this? Ever since your-&rdquo; Dexter was cut off as Travis started talking again. <br /><br />&ldquo;W-when my mom died&hellip;&rdquo; Travis tucked his head into his arms, looking off to the side as he spoke &ldquo;When my mom died I d-didn&#039;t have anybody. Just you. Y-you were my only friend after t-that. You were my only friend even before that. I-I started having thoughts that scared me.&rdquo; he said, taking a deep breath to try and calm his sobs and trembles. &ldquo;I thought &#039;wow it would be so easy to just go see her&#039; all the time. Every time I saw something sharp, every time I saw a car speeding down the street, every time I saw a bottle of pills. &#039;I could just go now and see mom&#039; I&#039;d think to myself whenever I felt sad or remembered she wasn&#039;t there anymore.&rdquo; <br /><br />Dexter&#039;s heart sank in his chest like a brick at Travis&#039; words. &ldquo;A fucking nine year old shouldn&#039;t be fantasizing about suicide. Nobody should be thinking like that. I had nobody. Except you. W-when the thoughts would get really bad, somehow you were always there right when I was ready to do something about them. You were there to ask me to play something, to go to the park, to do whatever. You were there to remind me I wasn&#039;t as alone as I felt.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dexter sat down on the cement across from Travis as the possum took a second to breathe and gather his thoughts before he continued. &ldquo;My dad drinks. He drinks a lot. He drank a lot before mom died, but it got so much worse after. He started getting violent. It got so bad I started missing school because I was in too much pain to get out of bed. I-I&#039;ve never told anybody about this, Dexter. I&#039;ve never even been able to tell mom when I sit at her grave.&rdquo; he said, lifting his head from his arms and wiping his sleeve across his face to soak up his tears as they continued to stream from his eyes. <br /><br />&ldquo;When I hit you that day, I was terrified. I was terrified of my thoughts, of my dad, of you, everything. I couldn&#039;t think straight. I was so scared of my dad finding out how I felt. Finding out what my thoughts were like. T-the thoughts of dying didn&#039;t scare me half as bad as the other thoughts.&rdquo; he said as he hid his face back into his arms. &ldquo;You were always there when I needed you. I-I never had to ask you for anything, you always just offered and gave. You could always tell when I was having a rough time and you were always there to make me feel better. I never had to do anything for you, you never asked for repayment, it was just how you were. It&#039;s who you are. T-that&#039;s why&hellip;Fuck.&rdquo; he said as he started to tremble again.<br /><br />Dexter sat in silence and waited for the boy to talk, not wanting to rush him and taking his own time to absorb what he&#039;d been told already. &ldquo;Fuck, all this time he&#039;s been getting beaten at home and suffering alone, then why has he been bul-&rdquo; Dexter&#039;s thoughts were cut off again as Travis steeled his nerves to speak. <br /><br />&ldquo;The suicidal thoughts were nothing compared to the new thoughts I started to have. The new feelings I felt.&rdquo; he said before a long, nervous pause. &ldquo;I-I started thinking &#039;god, he&#039;s so nice to me. He&#039;s such a good friend. He&#039;s so cute&#039;&rdquo; he said, Dexter&#039;s mouth falling open as a blush began to burn on his cheeks. <br /><br />&ldquo;Every time I saw you, I got this feeling in my stomach, a warm fluttery feeling. It was nice, but it terrified me. I started t-thinking about you more and more when I was alone. I didn&#039;t think about killing myself even half as much anymore. I just thought about you. I&#039;d never had a crush before. I didn&#039;t know what it really meant to like somebody. But then one day you caught me crying on my porch after my dad got finished beating me because I spilled a couple drops of juice on the floor and you hugged me. You just...you just hugged me, because you saw I was sad and you knew I needed it. And then I thought &#039;I love you.&#039; and that&#039;s when it clicked. I didn&#039;t want to be your friend. I w-wanted more. And that&#039;s what scared me. I heard the way dad talked about people like me. I heard the way he laughed at violent stories on the news of boys like me getting beat up. If he ever found out how I felt he&#039;d kill me himself, I&#039;m sure of it. I couldn&#039;t risk being around you as much anymore in case my dad found out. I started getting distant. Pushing you away. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. I hated myself so much every time I turned you away.&rdquo; Dexter watched as Travis started to tremble harder, that deep sorrowful sob hitting his ears again, hitting him like a punch to his very soul. <br /><br />Dexter and Travis sat in sad silence together as Travis tried to work up the strength to speak again. Tears ran down Dexter&#039;s face in an endless stream as he processed what he&#039;d been told so far. &ldquo;T-that day when I hit you...i never meant to do that. I never wanted to. It was a reflex. You scared me. You grabbed me on a really bruised up spot and it hurt, I turned around and swung without thinking out of fear and then I saw you crying and bleeding a-and I ran. I felt sick to my stomach when I got home. I cried. I cried so much. And then I thought &#039;this is perfect. He&#039;ll leave me alone now.&#039; and I was right. You stopped talking to me. We went our separate ways, and then I turned 10. You didn&#039;t come to my birthday. I don&#039;t know why I thought you would, but I did, and when you weren&#039;t there I was devastated. That&#039;s when I knew I really was alone. Spending my 10th birthday with my dad screaming and hitting me and making me bring him new bottles from the fridge when he finished another one. That was the worst day of my life after mom died. Realizing you were gone. I couldn&#039;t take it anymore. I couldn&#039;t take the silence, the loneliness. I needed you. I needed you to notice me, to pay attention to me. So I started messing with you in class. I hated it. It felt so bad, I knew it made you sad. I knew it pissed you off. But it was the only way I could get you to pay attention to me. I&#039;d go to school when I was physically well enough to go, I&#039;d fuck with you, and then I&#039;d go home and suffer. Just getting you to look at me, to acknowledge me anymore, that&#039;s been my only happiness. I don&#039;t smile anymore. I don&#039;t laugh when I&#039;m alone. Nothing is fun. Except for when I&#039;m here, pelting you with papers. That&#039;s the only time I feel anything. When you fucking look at me, when you talk to me. You have no idea how happy just hearing &#039;Fuck off&#039; makes me feel when it&#039;s from you.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dexter was in shock as Travis spoke, this revelation of feelings, this explanation of his behavior over the last 3 years, it clicked. It made sense. He understood, yet he had no words and he continued to sit in silence as he waited for Travis to finish. <br /><br />Travis lifted his head to look Dexter in the eye before he continued. &ldquo;I-I need you, Dexter. I need you back in my life. A-as more than just this. I- fuck, I&#039;m sorry I got your hopes up to come here. I-I knew you liked Jenny so I borrowed her pen to write the note. I knew you wouldn&#039;t come if you knew it was from me. I&#039;m sorry I did that to you. It was mean and fucked up, but I really needed to do this. I needed to get you here alone. I-I needed a way to get you to sit and listen to me. I need...i need you, Dexter. Please. Don&#039;t leave me alone again. I can&#039;t take it anymore.&rdquo; <br /><br />Dexter watched as Travis pleaded with him, the desperation clear as day in his voice as he begged the young squirrel to stay with him, to come back into his life as more than just a bullying target. &ldquo;W-what do you mean, Travis? What do you want me to do here? Just magically be friends again after all the bullshit? I&#039;m sorry you&#039;ve been suffering for so long, but how do you think I felt all this time? You were my only friend, too. I thought I did something wrong. I thought I did something to hurt you without realizing it. I felt terrible. I was so fucking sad, Travis. You left me alone and all this time I thought it was my fault. I tried so hard to be there for you. I saw you hurting, it fucking killed me inside. I wanted to help you so badly but you wouldn&#039;t let me anymore. You wouldn&#039;t let me anywhere near you. You closed up and basically told me to fuck off, so I did, and now, what, you expect it to just go back to how it was because you have a crush on me and you feel bad?&rdquo; Dexter said angrily through his tears. <br /><br />Travis shakily struggled up to his feet as his tears started to die down. Dexter watched as the boy reached his hand down and held it out to him, the squirrel grabbing it for help up, confused. <br /><br />&ldquo;wha-&rdquo; Dexter was cut off as Travis shouted &ldquo;Hit me.&rdquo; Dexter eyed him, now even more confused. <br /><br />&ldquo;What? I&#039;m not-&rdquo; <br /><br />&ldquo;Hit me. Please. Just fucking hit me. You&#039;re angry, see? You want to, don&#039;t you? I deserve it. I want you to hit me. As hard as you can, just fucking hit me!&rdquo; <br /><br />Dexter&#039;s brain swam with a strange confused anger as he balled his fist and jammed it as hard as he could into the possum&#039;s stomach, the boy groaning and stumbling back a little as he struggled to catch his breath for a moment. &ldquo;hurgh, huff, aaaaahhhh FUCK. AGAIN!&rdquo; he shouted, struggling to straighten himself as he stumbled back another step. <br /><br />Dexter&#039;s face burned, rage welling up inside as he stepped forward and punched him again in the same spot, confused as he watched Travis fall down and hold his stomach, groaning in pain as he caught his breath again. &ldquo;F-fuck.&rdquo; he said in a huffy tone Dexter had never heard before. He was already confused, but even more so when Travis looked up to him with a wide smile before standing up again. &ldquo;M-more. Again. F-fuck&hellip;&rdquo; he said as he stumbled back a little more. <br /><br />Dexter balled his other fist and hit him directly in the middle of his chest, the boy quickly stumbling back a few more steps before finding himself flat against the wall of the gym, gasping for air as he struggled to speak again. &ldquo;A-again...please&hellip;another&hellip;&rdquo; he begged as Dexter walked up to him and hit him in the stomach again, Travis crumpling down on the ground against the wall, moaning loudly and smiling up at the squirrel standing in front of him.<br /><br />&ldquo;Travis what the fuck is wrong with you?&rdquo; Dexter asked as he noticed a deep red blush on the possum&#039;s face. Jolting in surprise when he felt the boy&#039;s hands on his thighs. <br /><br />&ldquo;P-please. Please, god, let me do this. I need this. I need you. Please. Please&hellip;&rdquo; he begged the confused squirrel as he unbuckled the boys belt and unzipped his pants before quickly shoving his nose into his crotch and taking a deep breath through his nose. <br /><br />Dexter&#039;s face burned hotter than ever, a confused arousal overtaking him as he watched his old friend lose his mind smelling his crotch, still sweaty from PE class just 20 minutes ago. &ldquo;Fuck, yes. If w-we can&#039;t be friends I need you to hurt me. Use me. Be mean, make me feel something. Anything. It f-feels good when you do it.&rdquo; <br /><br />Dexter felt himself starting to strain against his underwear as Travis took another deep sniff of his crotch before reaching for the waistband of his underwear, a strange sparkle in his eye as he looked up to Dexter to ask for approval. &ldquo;C-can I...please, I need this. Can I?&rdquo; he asked, Dexter nodding his head and watching on in confusion as the possum freed his half hard uncut humanoid member from his underwear, quickly licking at it and causing Dexter to grunt and moan at the strange new sensations he was feeling. <br /><br />&ldquo;Travis what is this? What the fu- ooooh god&rdquo; he moaned out, interrupted by Travis slipping his tongue inside of his foreskin, the feeling of hot wet flesh against his tip making him moan uncontrollably as Travis closed his mouth around Dexter&#039;s fleshy tip, his penis quickly reaching its full 5 inch length as Travis started running his tongue around his still covered head before bobbing forward slightly, the pressure from his lips peeling his foreskin back and exposing more of his sensitive pink head against the warm, wet possum tongue pressed up against the bottom of it.<br /><br />Travis moaned around Dexter&#039;s length. He&#039;d never done this before, but he watched a lot of videos online and the thought of it always excited him. This whole situation excited him in a confusing way. He didn&#039;t understand any of it. Why did he so desperately want Dexter to hurt him? To use him? He hated pain. He hated when his dad beat him and left him bruised. It made him feel small and worthless, but the thought of Dexter doing it aroused him. He felt joy when Dexter finally hit him, his nerves were on fire as his brain exploded in confused painful pleasure from the feeling. He didn&#039;t plan for this to happen, he just wanted to talk. Explain the situation, finally tell Dexter why he acted the way he did, but here he was holding his stomach and sucking his old best friend&#039;s penis behind the middle school gym and moaning in intense pleasure from the pain in his stomach and the strange slimy sensation of the adolescent cock sliding back and forth in his mouth. He felt a drop of Dexter&#039;s pre cum touch his tongue and he melted into moans, opening his eyes to look up at the boy with a desperate, hungry look as he blushed.<br /><br />Dexter looked down at the possum sucking his cock, not believing any of this was happening. Any minute now he&#039;d wake up, with his luck it would be just as he was about to cum. A confused mix of emotions swam through his head. Confusion, sadness, anger, extreme arousal. He felt himself throb when Travis looked up at him, a clear hunger in his eyes as the possum reached up to grab Dexter&#039;s hands and place them on top of his head, subtly nodding, Dexter taking the hint after processing it for a moment and shoving his hips forward. Travis&#039; head hit the wall behind him and winced a slightly from the mild impact, moaning and gagging, salivating heavily as Dexter&#039;s young cock poked at the back of his tongue before pulling back. <br /><br />Travis throbbed in his own pants, his own young length leaking like a faucet and soaking through his tattered black skinny jeans as Dexter shoved forward again, even deeper this time as his tip nestled just past the back of his tongue, poking down into his throat slightly and forcing him to let out a loud, guttural gag at the intrusion as he moaned at the discomfort. His brain was on fire with pleasure, his body melting into a puddle of noisy wet gags and moans as he happily gave himself up to be orally abused by this boy he held so dear. <br /><br />Dexter was lost in hot, wet pleasure as he pulled back and thrust into Travis&#039; hot, wet mouth repeatedly, his young penis pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust, throbbing hard and leaking with every noisy wet gag he forced from the boy. He felt his cock meet resistance as Travis choked under him, saliva streaming from his mouth in a near constant stream and blushing brighter than ever as Dexter forced himself forward one last inch, pushing straight down into Travis&#039; throat. <br /><br />Travis gagged harder than he&#039;d ever gagged before, a sense of panic quickly welling up in his chest at the sensation of his airway being fully plugged, unable to breathe at all as he left himself at the mercy of the squirrel over him. This anxiety turned into a masochistic pleasure as he leaked even harder into his own pants, his cock throbbing hard as his whole body lit up with pleasurable feelings while he struggled trying to breathe through his throat blockage. Dexter moaned loudly when he felt himself pop into Travis&#039; throat, his body overwhelmed with new sensations as he felt the young possum rippling and struggling around the tip of his cock, throbbing hard and leaking drops of pre cum straight down his throat as he let his pants fall from his legs, quickly kicking them off to the side as he watched Travis&#039; face contort and struggle as fear and pleasure fought each other for dominance in the young possum&#039;s head. <br /><br />Tears began to drip from Travis&#039; eyes as his body trembled from the lack of air while Dexter sat lodged in his throat for an extended stay as his body adjusted to the intense stimulation around his length. Travis let out a strained gurgle and another loud, guttural gag as he choked hard, thick clear slime splattering from his throat against Dexter&#039;s pelvis and forcing the squirrel cock from his throat, Dexter pulling back enough to let him breathe for a moment as he coughed and struggled to clear his airway, quickly looking back up at Dexter with those hungry eyes, Dexter pushing forward into his throat again, getting into a rapid rhythm of thrusts as he throbbed with Travis&#039; noisy wet gags. <br /><br />Travis was in heaven as he looked up and saw Dexter&#039;s eyes staring down at him like that, an aroused, dreamy expression in his eyes as he pounded the possum&#039;s throat with everything he had. He throbbed hard in his pants and reached up to wrap his arms around Dexter&#039;s waist, not letting him pull back more than 2 or 3 inches as hugged tightly. Dexter felt a pressure building in his pelvic muscles, his cock more sensitive than ever as he moaned loudly from the stimulation of the possum mouth and throat he used like a cheap toy. He began to drool as he looked down at the possum below him, the boys eyes watering heavily from gagging so hard and his lack of air as Dexter found himself stuck in his throat, not feeling like pulling back too much as he enjoyed the intense rippling sensation around his length as the boy fought for breath around him.<br /><br />The pressure in Dexter&#039;s pelvis reached the base of his cock, his length throbbing hard in Travis&#039; mouth as he reached his point of no return. white hot liquid heat shot rapidly up his penis and directly against the back of Travis&#039; throat, forcing him to choke and cough hard at the unexpected mouthful as Dexter kept thrusting through his orgasm, moaning louder than ever as he closed his eyes tightly just to focus on the intense, overwhelming pleasure as his body shook from the stimulation. Travis felt like he was drowning as Dexter came in his mouth. He choked and gagged and struggled for air as a seemingly endless stream of young semen gushed into his mouth and shot down his throat as he struggled to swallow, his own cock throbbing in his jeans as his body shook and his own orgasm hit him, causing him to shoot cum straight through his pants and make a very noticeable stain against the black fabric.<br /><br />Dexter&#039;s heart pounded, his ears ringing as he came down from his intense orgasm inside of Travis&#039; mouth. His body felt light and floaty, the young squirrel exhausted as he remembered where he was and what he was doing, quickly opening his eyes and looking down at the sloppy slimy mess of a possum below him, throat still wrapped around his cock as he gagged one last time. Dexter pulled out of the boy&#039;s mouth, blushing hard as he looked down in concern. &ldquo;T-Travis? A-are you o-&rdquo; Dexter was cut off, squeaking in surprise as Travis grabbed his face and pulled him close, kissing him quickly on the lips before pulling away. <br /><br />&ldquo;T-thank you. Thank you!&rdquo; he said happily, confusing the squirrel once again as he tried to ignore the intense taste of his own cum now on his lips. &ldquo;Thank you, Dexter. I needed this. I&#039;m sorry for everything, but thank you for this.&rdquo; he said before letting out a loud, wet cough and shakily standing up and running away on wobbly legs. Dexter looked on in stunned silence for a moment as his brain tried to process what just happened before quickly leaning down to pull his pants back on before someone else came by. He headed home on his own wobbly legs after picking up the box of chocolates he threw on the ground, Travis&#039; saliva and throat slime soaking into his pants from his crotch fur during his walk reminding him he&#039;d have to do laundry tonight.<br /><br />Dexter sat in and waited for the lunch bell to ring. Class felt weird today. Travis was there, but he was quiet. He didn&#039;t throw anything today, he barely even looked in Dexter&#039;s direction. He seemed happy, though. The bell rang and Dexter sat for a minute to gather his things and put them in his backpack, confused as he saw a small pink envelope sitting in his bag. He pulled it out and opened it, smiling as he read it. &ldquo;<span style=\"color: #75507b;\">Again? &lt;3</span>&rdquo; his cheeks flushed as he thought about experiencing yesterday again, hopefully without all the crying this time. Maybe a little crying when he told Travis he&#039;d like to be friends again, and maybe more.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://inkbunny.net/s/3648981\" rel=\"nofollow\">This story has a sequel now!</a></span>",
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