Part Two: Of Drugs, Dicks, and Disease

School had yet to let out by the time I made it there. I was sweaty and panting for breath when I had reached the back gate, it ran along the outside of the track field and I was able to slip through the chained fence without much difficulty. It’s times like that when I like to disagree strongly with anyone who might call me fat. If I can fit through a small hole in a chain-link fence then I’m not that big. Either way, the little pest who dared call me such a name would just get one of my fists in their arm or face, depending on who it was of course.
I quickly made my way across the field without detection and made for the nearest water fountain. It was only a few minutes before the final bell and I was near the locker rooms. It was Kasai’s last period and mine but I never went to class. I knew the queer was in the locker room checking out the boys like he always did. The others never noticed, but I have a better eye than that. It’s not as if I’m looking though, well, maybe a little. Okay, maybe a lot, but that’s not why I notice Kasai, he’s just a dead giveaway. 
When I finish drinking like a desert island castaway I raise my head to see Mr. Martin, my P.E. teacher making his way up the slight slope of the field to where the locker rooms were. I could hear sounds of kids undressing within. I was tempted to turn and make for the air-conditioned interior but something made me hold my ground and wait until the older wolf noticed me and acknowledged my presence with a slight shake of his furry head and brief wave of his paw.
“And where have you been Mr. Green?” The wolf asked me with an air of suspicion. He knew I rarely showed up and probably only knew my name from the blabbermouths who ratted on me when the guy called roll call. ‘He’s off smoking.’ ‘I saw him behind the gym.’ ‘He said to go choke on a fat horse cock.’ Little fuckers. I grudgingly return his wave with a nod of my head and stuff my paws into my leather jacket. I knew damn well not to let my guard down around teachers or any other type of authority figure, no matter how understanding or ‘hip’ they pretend to be. “It’s a little too late to be blessing this field with your presence. Nor would it affect your grade any, not anymore.”
He was bluntly honest. I couldn’t even fathom the amount of extra credit laps I’d have to run in order to make a passing D minus. I rarely showed up because I rarely had a reason to be out in the sun wasting my time with pathetic sports.
“Got suspended.” I grunt and look off towards the street that ran parallel to the field. I wasn’t thirsty anymore but I had a terrible itch to get out of this heat, and I’d rather die then take off my jacket.
“Really?” He acted surprised. I knew him better without knowing him at all. He was one of those teachers who pretended to know my generation. I knew he led a semi wild life outside of teaching kids to run. He was single, never went to clubs but would often hang with a ton of different guys at sports bars around town. I’ve seen him before; going in and stumbling out.  “No bad mouth responses? No request for me to go suck a horse cock?”
“Choke.” I correct him.
“What was that?” He asked as his lupine eyes narrowed. He swung the bag of soccer balls over his shoulder; an attempt of male aggressiveness that I was all too familiar with.
“I had said to go ‘choke’ on a horse cock. Not suck.” I replied like I was simply correcting someone who had made a simple mistake. In truth it was. He thought I said suck when, from the bottom of my heart, I’d rather him choke on it and not have the leisure of simply sucking. I wanted to tell him that too, but I knew my limits and I figured if he thought he ‘understood’ us kids, then he’d be able to take that as what it was, a simple request that I didn’t expect, but would like him, to do.
He simply shook his head and headed for the equipment room off the side of the boys locker room, hefting his ‘ball sac’ one last time. I grinned, it was truly a victory for me, but before he made it to the door I remembered one of the reasons why I was here.
“Mr. Martin.” I speak up as I turn about. He had one paw on the door and looked ready to open when a frown slapped across his face. I figured he expected me to say something smart, but for the first time since the start of the school year I actually had an honest to gods question. “Kasai was here today, wasn’t he?”
For some incredibly odd reason his features darkened further. His brow furrowed and his grip on the chrome door handle caused his paw to slip free of the silver knob. Kasai was always boasting about how much he loved P.E. shit; he always went on about loving school in general. I knew for a fact that he didn’t have any problems with any of his teachers, which was ludicrous to me because they all seemed like demons to me. Why his name would make Mr. Martin tense up was beyond me, at least for the moment.
“Why? What did he tell you?” He growled. Literally growled at me. I’ve been obnoxious to teachers before but I’ve never had one show their teeth that way. I almost didn’t know what to say, I was the one taken aback. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Kasai also went on sometimes about knowing other gay furs, gay pedophiles, even within the school. I had never given it any thought until the day I was recently suspended. It was before that quick fuck in the boy’s room, Kasai had said the principal liked boys. I didn’t believe him beyond a fantasy of bringing down the whole school with a little blackmail. But the way Mr. Martin glared at me at the mention of Kasai’s name made something click in the back of my head. Suddenly all his solo excursions to the sports bars made sense.
“I was just wondering if he was here today.” I stated as simply as possibly. He glared at me a second longer, but when I gave him that shrug that asked ‘what the hell did I say?’ his expression softened and the soccer balls came to rest by his foot-paws.
“Oh, um, yeah he wasn’t here today,” The wolf spoke and scratched the back of his neck as if he was second-guessing the way he had seemed to take offence to my question. I felt a little uneasy, if the wolf was gay and a pedophile I never would have guessed he was like that on the outside. It would be the second time today that I came across a gay guy like that. Ryan was a mind fuck in and of himself but to find another here at school… I wasn’t sure what to think really. Ask him or leave it alone...? Loose a chance to suck a dick? Would he deny me my urges? The thoughts instantly made me feel sick and horny at the same time and my face obviously showed it because it spurred a question from Mr. Martin.
“You’re telling me that he’s actually friends with someone like you?” He asked and when I looked at him clearly, he must have thought that the question offended me. “It’s just that he’s such a productive kid and you’re…”
“A fuck up?” I ask trying to rid my mind of thoughts of dick sucking. ‘He always left the bars with guys, never with chicks. It has to mean something.’
“I wasn’t going to say that.” He said looking only slightly mournful as he tried to make up for ‘his’ fuck up. It made all thought of asking the wolf for a fifteen-minute fling in the equipment room dissolve from my mind. He wasn’t going to say it, but it’s what he thought. Fuck him.
“Forget it.” I say as the final bell rang. A flood of cubs burst forth from the locker rooms and I found myself staring at the many furry faces of birds, cats, dogs, and countless others but none of them were my hawk. ‘Damn that bird’.
“I gotta get inside.” I heard the wolf say as cubs waded between us. I just nodded and stared out into space during the middle of the day. It felt strange, I left my house to do something and I couldn’t even remember what it was now. Along the way, I decided I wanted to see Kasai only to find he didn’t even come to school, leaving me without a plan, without a punk to bully, to shove against a wall and force myself upon. Sure, I had a few other victims that I could fuck with, but I wanted Kasai, I wanted his feathers, his smart remarks, him telling me I’m gay when I know I’m not, I couldn’t be, I didn’t act like him. 
Then something really terrifying happened, I felt it send shivers through my quills as it solidified in my mind. It seemed to crash into me, something that had been staring me in the face for months, for years even. ‘How did Kasai act?’ I asked myself. I didn’t even have an answer to that. Other than being a goodie-two-shoes, he acted normal. A normal hawk who admitted to likening dick, admitting to liking the way I fuck him in the boy’s room every week. I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t noticed this before. He didn’t ‘act gay’. I guess it took me meeting Ryan to realize that; having someone else tell me to my face that I liked boys, guys, whatever. It meant that I was…gay. But…
The sudden paw on my shoulder roused me quite efficiently. I looked up and saw the stoned-looking face that belonged to the rabbit TK; the second furson I wanted to find on this seemingly horrible day. He was dressed in his normal attire, faded blue denim jeans that loosely hung on his hips with a large white t-shirt that had a very suggestive picture of leaves that resembled marijuana. Letters underneath said ‘Got Oregano?’ and it was because of that, I guess, that made it okay to wear it at school. I knew that with TK, came drugs and with drugs came less feeling. So I guess I still had some sort of objective; my life today wasn’t entirely meaningless. I knew that being with TK created all sorts of possibilities. My quills were still agitated and standing on end but I’m sure TK, of all furs, wouldn’t notice.
“Dude, I thought you were suspended.” He mused as I began to go with the ebb and flow of countless cubs. I wanted to get away from this fucking school. I didn’t have to be back until Monday and I wasn’t going to spend time within the walls of a place that didn’t want me, not if Kasai wasn’t here. So hanging with TK sounded like a luxury right about now. Like me, the rabbit had been held back last year and was my age; fourteen. He didn’t hold as many suspensions as I did, always playing it cool, but boy was he far dirtier than I; at least when it came to things like weed, ecstasy, and cocaine.
“I was,” I grunt as I dip around a pair of giggling girls; a ferret and a squirrel. TK effortlessly remained at my side, he always seemed so languid, so flowing, it was probably that very reason that kept him out of trouble. I guess I can admit to having a temper; keeping it cool just never seemed to be my thing. I wasn’t really sure how I was keeping things together now, how I wasn’t simply screaming, crying out that I was gay, a fag, shaming myself and threatening anyone who dare judge me. “I came here looking for you.”
“Ahhh.” He exhaled with his stoner twang; I could feel him staring at me. I opt to keep my eyes forward, focused on getting outside school grounds where I knew me and TK could take place in less than legal activities. My mind was racing; I needed something to bring me down, to center me. I could almost feel my blood flowing in my skull while my fag heart pumped it, spreading the gay disease through my body. I switched over to my atypical one-track mind, focused only on what I was going to do now, pushing everything else to the back of my mind. I could deal with it later. And it seemed to work, for now. “Does my prickly friend need a rabbit’s cure? Something beyond a dye job cuz I couldn’t fix that faded do, dude.”
TK was actually pretty smart, even though he just insulted my head quills. He was always on the internet looking up some new natural way to get high. Always doing something of the sort strangely brought a ton of rather random information that he’d spout off to me while taking a rip of his pipe or lying around frying on a couple hits of acid. His parents were rich but he always claimed to live a simple life, most of the money he would get from his parents would go to drugs that he would in return sell for cheap. He first got into marijuana when he was ten; his older brother being his corruptor. The rest was history. He became obsessed with staying fucked up in one way or another. You’d think his brain cells were fucked, but they just seemed to keep on working. Lucky fucker.
“Smoke a few bowls with me and I’ll do you a favor.” I say absentmindedly drifting closer and closer to the front of the school. That seemed to tickle him something fierce because he knew I rarely did favors unless called for. He called me selfish once but a good ol’ punch to his arm shut him up. He was still ballsy to bring shit like that up latter, but in other forms like his giddy little chuckle when I said I’d offer my help in return for being smoked out. What other option did I have? I was young, broke, and an angry teen. Favors had to be my currency in tough times.
“You got it chief.” He said with a bit too much mirth than I would have liked to hear. 
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Fifteen minutes later, we were up top a playground structure that was disserted as the nearby elementary school had yet to let out. TK sat with his back towards the beginning of a long yellow spiral slide, the thick plastic structure of a castle that covered the landing was shelter enough from any wandering eyes below that could possibly catch us as he ground up the fragrant bud between his leg; foot-paws resting on the step below. I on the other hand was stuck sheltering the deed from anyone who might climb up here. As I said, the place was disserted, so I was slacking while I tapped my short stubby nails on the metal railing to either side of me. I could be impatient too at times. When I wanted to smoke, I wanted to smoke damn it.
“So what did you do to get suspended?” TK asked as he packed the first bowl of chronic. I was spacing out again, trying to keep my thoughts at bay and he had to go and ask a question like that. I should have known better, the rabbit was one inquisitive motherfucker. In my case, it brought my troubles back up from the abysmal place known as my heart. “I heard it had something to do with that otter named Dustin.”
“Then why are you asking me, if that’s what you heard?” I say trying to sound cold and distant, hopefully he would catch my drift and leave it alone but again, I should have known better.
“Because there’s no substance to that statement.” TK spoke and placed the mouthpiece to his lips before adding flame to bud. He inhaled deeply. I rolled my eyes as I watched him hold it in for a good healthy count of five in which he held the pipe out in my direction. I snatched it from him and before the embers could die away I took a quick toke before I dug my own lighter out of my pocket. A plume of smoke erupted from TK’s mouth as he continued with his jargon without a single cough. “What did you do to him, dude?”
“Nothing.” I said shortly as I sucked in before handing the pipe back. “Damn it, I’m going to end up shooting myself in my own paw-foot if I keep fucking around with these fucking kids.’ I waited until the sweet smoke burned my lungs before letting it out in a similar fashion. “Probably just lying because I shoved him or something; fucking cry baby.”
“I don’t know, dude. He seemed pretty upset the next day.” The rabbit spoke with that irritating stoned voice. I found myself grinding my teeth in frustration. Of course there was more to the ‘statement’. It made me think of Kasai, how he had come across that otter and I. What was his name? Dustin? He found us behind the gym when I was simply trying to get a kiss, or some tongue action. I had heard otters can French good and the little fuck looked like a queer anyways, figured he’d like it. ‘Damn it Kasai, why do you always have to be in the middle of things? You always have to be trying to make me spill the truth. Fuck…’
“You saw him? Where?” I ask trying not to sound too concerned. TK passed the pipe back to me with fresh greens and I gladly hit it, already feeling the soothing sensation that came with being baked.
“He walked by the gang Tuesday morning.” He spoke through a cloud of smoke. I noticed his ears begin to droop back how they always did when he got high. They always tend to sag a bit now-a-days as he always seemed to be high. There hardly isn’t a time when he isn't red-eyed and fucked up. He also used to be bigger than he is now. He was somewhat chubby when he was in fifth grade, then the THC in the pot seemed to speed up his metabolism, slowly allowing him to lose weight over the years until he was the slimmer, constantly stoned, TK “I figured the kid knew we were your friends, and was nearly scared shitless; like we were going to do something or whatever.”
“Friends…” I spoke too softly for the rabbit to hear. That was a word I haven’t heard in a long time, at least not used in that context. Sure, I’d consider TK a friend, but what did that really mean, would he ever have my back if anything went wrong?  Could he keep a secret? Would he fend for me? It didn’t seem likely. I couldn’t recall the last time I was able to call someone a friend. I was amazed that I could even remember what values made up friendship. While TK loaded another bowl of greens, I stood there, paws gripping the side rails while my stone heavy mind tried to think of someone, anyone who constituted as a friend. When I was handed the pipe again only one furson came to mind. It almost made me angry, but at the same time, it filled me with a warmth I haven't felt in a long time.
“I have class with this kid named Kasai who says the Dustin kid was violated. What’s that supposed to mean?” TK droned while he dug for something in his back pocket. I knew why I was angry now, why I could reason my fury as the warm feeling died away. Kasai had said something, had ratted me out, for all I knew TK was fully aware that I was trying to get into the kid’s pants, for all I knew he was aware that I’ve been fucking Kasai, getting blowjobs, giving blowjobs. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I haven’t punched that hawk in a while because I thought I felt something for him, some strange inkling of affection for his kind ways but this was unforgivable. So I panic.
“It was just that one time. I’ve never done it before. He just said some really gay things and I thought I’d show him how gay ‘he’ was. It’s not like I wanted to, I only kissed him to show the punk that he was a gay little fag and, and, and, he pretended like he didn’t like it. An-an-an-and Kasai had me thinking I was gay because of the stuff we’ve done. He’s the gay one; he’s the one who likes dick. I just…” For some reason I couldn’t finish my statement. I couldn’t say I didn’t like dick, because truthfully I did. I liked sucking it, I liked being sucked, I liked looking at them, touching them, or more accurately; wishing I could touch them. 
I just kind of stood there with my mouth slightly open while TK stared up at me with eyes that were only able to widen to a certain extent. I don’t even think he was capable of real facial expressions like shock or worry anymore, not when he was this high anyway.
I felt stupid, and I hate feeling stupid, so it makes me angrier. I take my paws from the railing and ball them into fists, the only defense mechanism I know. I almost felt tears wanting to well up in my eyes but I glare instead. I had shown him my weakness, my pleading side, now it was time to tighten my defenses and offer pain if ridiculed. I had plucked my heart from my chest and offered it to my ‘friend’; some guy who I knew only because he could get me high for free. 
“So like, you’re gay or something?” TK asked. I almost expected to hear one of his stoner inflections, a tripped out ‘no way’ or a gnarly ‘get the fuck out’, but it seemed like an honest question. A question I wasn’t sure if I could answer. But if Kasai had spilled the beans then why was he asking now? Why had he acted nice to me before we came to these crossroads? What did he expect from me? I notice now that he had pulled another one of his many paraphernalia bags from his pocket but this one contained something other than weed, something white, something powdery. I knew what it was.
“Isn’t that what Kasai told you?” I grunt. I was still trying to hide my worry, my vulnerability to being out-ed, or my worst fear, having out-ed myself.
“Dude,” TK said turning his gaze from me to the baggy in his paws which he began to unwrap gently. I watched him carefully shake it, loosening the dust within, as I waited for his reply. “The hawk we are talking about just said that the otter had been violated, he never, I never said anything about being gay or kissin’.”
“Fuck…” I grunt loudly, stomping my foot-paw against the plastic coated metal beneath me as I turned away from the rabbit and his habit. My mind had jumped into overdrive. I panicked and once again found myself pulling the trigger against my head before it was time.
“Dude,” That familiar drawl came again and I spun back around, my quills clacking against the metal railing like reeds against stone. TK was lifting a modest amount of cocaine on the tip of his pinky finger to his nose. He always had a habit of starting a sentence with ‘dude’, then waiting while he busied himself with one thing or another, before finishing his statement after. In this case, he brought his pinky to his right nostril and quickly snorted the powder in one fluid motion before continuing. He shuddered a moment, shook his head and looked at me. “If you’re gay I really don’t give a fuck. I’m not gay but I’ve let people do me favors for scoring a hit.”
“Favors?” I ask in disbelief. Why was everyone okay with being gay? Was I the only one on the fucking planet who thought it was wrong? 
“Sure dude,” He replied and grinned before digging his pinky back into the small bag. His short finger claw scooped out a second helping before repeating the process of ‘to nostril and snort’. I’ve done it before and liked it, but I don’t think being coked out would help me right now. Too many new and foreign things were happening to me today. It was sensory overload. I was surprised my brain wasn’t already fried. TK gently wrapped the bag up and stuffed it back into his pocket before returning his gaze to me. “Why else do you think I agreed to smoke you out today?”
I felt a flutter of worry and intrigue as TK’s brown rabbit paw landed directly on the zipper to his baggy denim jeans. It really was me who was making this day so awful. If I never would have tried to fuck with that otter I never would have been suspended, I never would have met Ryan, I wouldn’t feel strange about Kasai, I wouldn’t have one of my ‘friends’ about to ask me to blow them in return for smoking me out, but I wanted to. I wanted to suck dick, I wanted to in every fiber of my being.
His zipper rasped and after only a few moments of fishing TK pulled from within his pants a pink, fleshy, boner to contend with. The rabbit looked down at it, as if he was worshiping his own cock. I didn’t blame him. It was magnificent. Thick, long, curving ever so slightly up; it was porn worthy. I could just imagine the girls, and guys, lining up to swallow that thing whole. He grasped it around the base with his whole paw and still had a good three inches showing above his fingers. Waving it a bit through the air he looked at me, grinning, eyes nearly asking; ‘come get it’. But I was frozen in shock, in my own worship.
“So you wanna suck this thing?” He egged me on and somehow knew I couldn’t refuse such an offer. “Or am I gonna have to make you owe me twenty bucks on Monday?”
I felt my throat tighten up. I couldn’t utter a single word. I had to reply by first taking a half step back, before taking two towards him. I found my right knee placing itself on the first step up to the slide, my paws meeting denim as I smelled my first whiff of cock in over a week, aside from my own. I look up at the rabbit, his narrowed eyes still too stoned for the cocaine to have affected him much to see the blank face I knew as eagerness. It made me think about whomever else he had suck him off in such a similar fashion. But the thought vanished as he spoke.
“Dude, no one is around, don’t worry, you’re just sucking dick for drugs.” I knew that as a joke. He knew! He knew perfectly well that I wouldn’t refuse an offer to suck a cock because he knew I was gay, because I told him. Me and my big fucking mouth, soon to be filled with dick. And it was.
I didn’t try and pretend to be new at this; I just dove right in, my prickly head bobbing up and down as I devoured the cock. I felt whole, renewed. It was a sensation that any amount of weed or coke could never deliver. My lips ran over the veins and contours of the tool as I heard my first round of muffled sighs as I pleasured the doped up, coked out, rabbit. I felt my inner cock slut awaken within; the gift I had worked hard to receive that late night all those years ago. I still remember the first dick I ever sucked too, it’s not hard to forget. My uncle Markel, he seemed so loving then, buying me toys, treating me like a king, even after my first taste of porcupine spunk I received a great many complements and thank yous in the form of gifts. It wasn’t until the penetration that he began to show his teeth. I had refused him and he didn’t like it. That’s when it got nasty.
I wiped my tears away while the rabbit had his head back in a silent moan. Now I do this for myself, because I want to. If I’m going to be gay, it’s because I am and I want to. I’m going to give the best blowjobs and make the little kiddies squeal while I fuck them. I’ll show that uncle of mine who’s boss by showing my ‘friend’ his best orgasm since his first.
“Dude, where’d you learn to suck dick so good?” He whispered as a paw of his found its way to my shoulder where it gripped lightly in pleasure. I continued to clutch the side of his hip with my left paw, but my right was tightly around the base of his cock, leaving plenty of spit-covered flesh for the tasting. I knew I was good at sucking dick. I stated before that there were a few furs I’ve blown here and there and they’ve all said the same thing. They wondered how some crusty street punk could deliver the messiah of all BJs.
I wanted to say something smart, reply to his question with a ‘Your mother taught me.’ But it wasn’t true and when it came to things like sucking dick and being gay, I’ve found much to my dismay that lying was quite hard to do. So instead, I fiddled with his pants button until I had them around his ankles and his cock was sticking up out of a pair of skimpy white boxer shorts. I could see his furry nut sack within and a weird urge from long ago told me I wanted them in my mouth as well. So without caring if there was anyone around, I came off his cock, breathing heavy. I’m sure TK was in heaven and I wanted to see if his face was capable of expressing it but I was on a one-way street in my mind, so I yanked his boxer shorts down and dove my pointy muzzle between his legs were a furry pair of balls greeted my mouth with a slight salty goodness.
“Mmnnnhh.” TK groaned above me. I could bet his whole family’s wealth that he had never had anyone suck on his nuts before. If he was in heaven before, he must have met god, and that god was me.
I don’t think he wanted to touch his cock either; it might have been too sensitive, I figured this because mine was cramping the inside of the white briefs I put on this morning. While I continued to work his sac in my mouth, I reached down with the paw that had been on his cock and worked my own fly and button. I was so fucking horny I wouldn’t even care if the elementary school let out and we were suddenly flooded with onlookers. Thankfully, that hadn’t happened yet so I carelessly released my aching cock from its prison. It was ever so slightly wet with what I knew as pre cum and already close to wanting to bust.
I gave TK’s nuts one last lick before diving back to his dick. I was officially on both my knees now; pants slightly slipping off my butt while I dive-bombed the rabbit’s cock with my mouth. He let out another muted sigh and I could feel his body tensing up. So with one paw on his dick to steady myself and the other on my own, I greedily began to jerk in time with my head movements; fast and hungry it seemed.
“Oh gods, Dude.” He grunted. It made me notice that he never called me by my name, a lot of my ‘friends’ never called me by my name. Only teachers, my mother, and Kasai… The hawk was always nice to me. Sure, he was a nuisance, a bother sometimes, but he always said hello to me. It was never a fearful acknowledgement like some of my other endeavors. He was kind. He cared for me. It was a weird realization, but I knew it for true because I saw the hawk nearly every day and he always had the same things to say. ‘Hello Dallas.’ ‘How are you, Dallas?’ ‘Need anything done today, Dallas?’ It was something, I realize, that I look forward to everyday. 
The abrupt flood of cum into my muzzle brought me out of my stupid thoughts. I gripped the base of TK’s wonder cock and milked the beast for all its delicious seed. His whole body remained remarkably still except for his foot-paws which curled up a bit at the toes as he emptied his sack into my starved mouth. I suckled at the head, swirling the jet of cum with my tongue, letting it merge with my saliva and soak into my taste buds. I wasn’t sure if the amount of weed he smoked could affect the taste of his cum, I knew he ate weed, but it was sweet and had that peppery taste that weed had sometimes.
I swallowed it all without letting a single drop drip from my mouth. I was expert at that too, only pussies spit that shit out. It’s probably the only healthy thing I ever ete besides cock itself and that reminds me of my own dick, ready for explosion. I regret to let my lips leave the cock but as I sit back on my legs I forget it as my own throbbing boy-hood erupts with only about half the majesty as TK’s. It’s still a lot though, two steady ropes that fly across the distance between me and the rabbit to land between his legs, just missing his pants and underwear.
My heart beats like a drunk beats his wife and I’m satisfied and all too quickly realizing how exposed we really were. TK was leaning back on his forearms, his spent dick still quite hard and pulsing, glistening in the light that reflected off my saliva. His eyes were just barely open but the shit-eating grin on his face told me I had given him the time of his adolescent life. It made me smile a bit, only to feel stupid about having smiled like a fag. I stroke the length of my cock a few more times before the pain of me sitting back on my legs became too much to handle. I leaned forward and shakily stood to my feet where my pants slipped a bit to reveal my briefs. My face went red but TK makes no indication that he cares so I quickly stuff my deflating dick into my pants and zip up.
The school bell for the elementary school rings but the rabbit makes no attempt to get dressed. He just stares back and forth from me to his lap housing his mighty organ while I straighten out my jacket. He knows I keep glancing at it. Knows I like it, that I loved the whole last fifteen minutes. I wait for him to say something but the bully in me gets tired of waiting.
“Are you going to put that thing away before we’re caught?” I growl even though I can’t take my eyes from the thing.
“Don’t worry about it.” TK sighs in utter content. “There’s been some homeless fox staring at us the whole time over there. Think he got his rocks off too.”
I stare with wide eyes to where the jackrabbit had pointed to see a shopping cart being dug through by some bum with his pants around his ankles. This really wasn’t a good place for an elementary school. There were homeless bums jerking off, middle-schoolers doing drugs, porcupines blowing rabbits, and who knew what else.
“That was a pretty fine BJ my friend.” TK spoke and I turned to him and couldn’t prevent the grin as I blushed. I couldn’t help it; I don’t think I’ve ever been complemented beyond a simple ‘thanks kid’ from a trucker or a ‘fuck you’ from a bum. It definitely did something for my confidence. It made me wonder what Kasai would say if I ever blew him, but that was a stupid thought. That hawk likes it in the ass and that’s all there is to him.
“Y-you think so?” I said as I pretended to straighten my jacket again. TK smiles and shifted a paw to his junk and stroked a bit, not caring that a few early kids were making their way towards the playground. I watched almost hungry enough to go back for seconds, but it would be impossible now. It’s a pity how moments like these always have to end so quickly. Why can’t you just sit down, get naked and devote a couple of hours to a single blowjob? I guess you could if you were in the right place at the right time. But how was I to know? I never seemed to have enough alone time unless I was at home in my room, with the door locked. But I knew my mother would ‘never’ allow me to have anyone over. Not anymore at least. I used to have friends over all the time, but those days ended when I realized how stupid homework was. When I failed my first subject, when I started smoking pot and drinking. When I started liking boys…
“I think your gay gene gives you better capabilities or something.” TK spoke as he finally began to pull up his pants. Losing sight of his cock was a little hard on me but all I had to do was remind myself that it had been in my mouth.
“I’m not… I mean, I don’t…” I tried to retaliate, my anger trying to bubble up between my post-spunk shine.
“Hey dude, don’t worry about it.” He spoke as he did up his button and zipper. “You’re gay, big deal. It’s no one’s business but yours and the guys you blow. Right?”
He laughed at his own joke. I tried not to find it funny but it didn’t stop me from bashfully grinning and blushing like a damned fool. Maybe there was a lot less stigma to being gay that I had ever thought. I always figured it was something to hide and to be shameful of. That’s what I had learned in church when I was younger, that it was a sin and evil thoughts led to evil deeds and evil deeds led to hell. I don’t give that religious bullshit any credit anymore but the lessons I had learned learned stuck with me. I thought everyone hated gays, but here I was, giving my dealer ‘friend’ a blowjob because I wanted some pot. He knows I’m gay now and tells me not to worry about it. What’s up with that?
“Shudup.” I grunt and grin.
“I might just have to hook you up with this kinda deal more often, by far the best blowjob ever dude.” He spoke and stood staring up into the sky with his paw shielding the sun. It made me feel good about myself. I said that I would be the best dick sucker if I had to and it already seemed like it was already true. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about you being gay. You can tell them if you want. It’s your business.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks TK” I say.
“No problem, Dallas.” He says and gestures to the slide with his thumb. “I see storm clouds coming in. I kinda wanna get home before any possible rain.”
Using the rail above the slide’s entrance, he swung his legs up and slipped down the slide seamlessly, making a stupid noise of excitement on his way down. I grin but it’s because he called me by my first name. It made me think of Kasai and his stupid kindness; his stupid kindness that I enjoyed every time I saw him. Friends or no friends, I knew who I was and knew I didn’t have to judge myself based on how many I have or how often or not I sucked dick. I was bummed out that I’d have to wait until Monday to see the pesky hawk but it was something to look forward to.
With what little bit of the child I had left in me I copied TK and took the slide, my quills making clacking sounds all the way down.
