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The next few days of school were pure torture for Sandy and Robbie. After their parents had told them that they could go over to Ethan's house Friday after school, and that they would be thrilled to meet his father and his boyfriend, the boys could think of nothing but going over there and enjoying themselves with their new friend. It was all they could do to concentrate in class, or try and sleep at night. But Friday finally came, and Sandy and Robbie almost trampled everyone in their way in a mad dash to get out the door and on their bus.

"Jesus," said Robbie, planting his butt down on a bus seat. "I thought this day would never come. Look at me, my paws are shaking I'm so excited."

Sandy looked at his own paws as he sat down next to the raccoon. "Mine too," he said. "At this rate I might pass out before we even get there."

"Don't do that," warned Robbie. "I'm not picking your stupid ass up off the bus floor. That floor's disgusting."

"Not as disgusting as you, bandit," retorted Sandy.

Robbie punched the squirrel in the side for remark. He'd warned him dozens of times not to call him that name, finding it demeaning to the integrity of his species. Sandy rubbed his side, feeling the sting of the blow. Robbie stuck his tongue out at the squirrel, taunting him, but the humor in the gesture was lost immediately after Sandy retaliated by dick punching the raccoon. Robbie leaned forward from being struck, the pain going up to his stomach.

"You dirty piece of shit," groaned Robbie.

"Shouldn't have punched me," said Sandy.

"Then don't call me bandit," snarled Robbie.

"Hey," said Sandy. "Ethan's coming, so behave yourself for once in your life."

Ethan sat down in the seat directly across the aisle from the raccoon and squirrel. "Hey guys," he said. Looking over, he saw the pained expression on Robbie's face. "You okay, Robbie?"

"He'll be fine," answered Sandy. "It's just gas."

"Oh," said Ethan. "You guys ready to meet my Dad and Alan?"

"Sure are," said Robbie, finally able to speak without the sound of pain in his voice. "My Mom and Dad will be over by four o'clock. Your parents coming over about the same time, nut eater?"

Sandy shot Robbie an angry look, thinking briefly that he might have to administer another shot to the raccoon's nether regions, but decided against it since Ethan might misconstrue it as an actual fight. "They'll be there about the same time."

"Cool," said Ethan. "Whoa, looks like I got on the bus at just the right time, cause we're moving."

Robbie and Sandy felt the bus slowly move out of the parking lot. Forgetting their little spat, the squirrel and raccoon smiled at each other. They were on their way, finally.

As difficult as it had been to wait until the end of the school week for Robbie and Sandy, they could at least take comfort in Ethan's house being the first stop on the route. The squirrel and raccoon both stared at the window as they saw the bus coming to a gradual stop at the palatial mansion that was the otter's home. Before the bus had even came to a complete stop, Robbie and Sandy were on their feet and running towards the front door of the bus. The driver, a frumpy old female beer yelled at them, telling them they'd be written up and sent to the principal's office if they ever did something so foolish again. Paying her no mind, Sandy and Robbie walked off the bus, with Ethan leisurely strolling behind them. The sound of the bus moving away was the only thing that could be heard there out in the country, save the sound of the squirrel and raccoon's feet hitting the hot paved driveway as they approached the house. Both boys took in the sight of the massive structure; a three story, white mansion with a fountain in the middle of the circle drive. Seeing just how enormous the house was up close, both Sandy and Robbie stopped dead in their tracks, taking in the view.

"Jesus," said Robbie.

"Damn," added Sandy.

Ethan, ever the casual, laid back otter, came walking up behind them, putting his paws on their shoulders. The squirrel and raccoon turned around, giving him a surprised look.

"I think you guys will like it better inside than out here," said the otter, smirking.

"Right," said Robbie, resuming walking up the front door, as did Sandy and Ethan.

Getting the keys out of his pocket, Ethan unlocked the front door, opening it wide and urging his two new friends to go in before him. Sandy and Robbie entered, and were even more awestruck at what they saw. To them the decorating looked like something that would be in the home of a European monarch, not a retired rock star. The entryway was laid with white Italian marble. Antique wooden stands with vases lined the hallway of the downstairs. Oil paintings, which quickly gained Robbie's attention, hung on both sides of the hall.

"Oh my God," said the raccoon in awe. "Are some of these authentic?"

"They're all authentic, sir," said a voice.

Robbie turned around, seeing a stoic looking wolf dressed in the attire of a butler standing in front of him. Robbie looked the wolf up and down, giving him a weak smile.

"Hello," said Robbie shyly.

"Winston," said Ethan, walking up to his raccoon friend. "This is my friend, Robbie Atkins, and over there is my other friend, Sandy Evans."

Winston gave a short nod to the boys. "Would you like me to take your bags, Master Ethan?" asked the wolf in his refined English accent.

"Yes," said Ethan. "Hey, guys. Give Winston your bags and he'll take them up to my room, okay?"

Sandy and Robbie handed their bags over to the Ellsworth family butler. "Your father is in the studio at the moment, Master Ethan."

"Thank you, Winston," said Ethan. "Come on, let's go out back so you guys can meet my Dad."

The recording studio, a separate structure from the mansion, was located in the back of the estate. Ethan opened the door to the Ellsworth Recording Studio. There, sitting at the soundboard was an older otter, looking much like Ethan. Swiveling his chair around, the older otter took notice of the three boys entering. He stood up, smiling wide at them.

"Hi, Dad," said Ethan, giving his father a big hug.

"Hey, kid,' said the older otter. "Say, are these two guys the Sandy and Robbie I've been hearing so much about lately?"

"Sure are," answered Ethan. "Robbie, Sandy, this is my Dad, Randy Ellsworth. Dad, this is Sandy Evans and Robbie Atkins."

"Hmmm," mused Randy. "Gonna take a wild guess and say that Sandy's the squirrel and Robbie's the raccoon, right?"

"Right," said Ethan, giving a quick chuckle.

"Nice to meet you, sir," said Sandy, offering his paw in friendship.

"Randy, Sandy," said the older otter, shaking the squirrel's paw. "Just Randy."

"Nice to meet you, just Randy," said Robbie, giving his paw to Randy after Sandy had finished.

Randy turned and looked at his son. "Robbie's the one who's a smart-ass, right?"

"Indeed I am," said Robbie, puffing out his chest proudly. The raccoon viewed being called such a name as a sign of wit and intelligence. Randy urged the boys to follow him around the studio, explaining to them what all the equipment was and what purposes it served. Robbie took special notice of the drum kit that was there. Randy encouraged him to sit on the drummer's throne, pick up a set of sticks and try it out. Not surprisingly, the raccoon only succeeded in creating an arrhythmic, jumbled mesh of noise that made Sandy cover his ears, a pained expressed showing on his face. Randy just laughed, saying that no musician ever started out playing well, and that if Robbie really wanted to be a drummer some day, hard work and a good attitude was the key to success.

Remembering that Sandy expressed interest in the bass guitar, Ethan grabbed one off a stand and let the squirrel sit on one of the stools. Turning on a bass amp, Ethan encouraged him to just fiddle around with the instrument. Sandy plucked at the thick nickel strings. A loud, low rumble sprang forth from the bass amp, and like Robbie, Sandy's playing was like that of any one new to an instrument, utter noise. Sandy's interest in the instrument only kept growing as he kept playing. The sound, the feel of the bass was not only resonated with him physically, but the emotional impact was so very similar to when he finished writing what he believed to be a great story.

"Hey guys," said a voice coming through the studio monitors.

Sandy stopped playing, looked up and saw another otter inside the control room of the studio. Flanking him on both sides were his parents and Robbie's parents. Randy went over to one of the vocal microphones there in the recording area and responded to the otter.

"Hey, Alan," said Randy. "Have Robbie and Sandy's parents come in here, would you?"

The door to the recording area opened and in walked Richard and Rachael Atkins, Simon and Sonya Evans, and Randy's boyfriend, Alan. Robbie and Sandy's parents looked much like their boys had earlier; awestruck by everything they had just seen there at the Ellsworth Estate. Randy shook the paws of the four new guests, bidding them welcome and telling them to make themselves at home. Sandy, still with the bass guitar in his paws, jumped off the stool he'd been sitting on and ran up to his parents.

"Mom, Dad," he said, excitement oozing from his voice. "Isn't this the coolest place you've ever been?"

"Gotta be right up there," said Richard. "You learning the bass there, Sandy?"

"I want too," said the young squirrel, even more excitedly.

Robbie now took the opportunity to approach his parents about his new found musical interest. "And I wanna learn to play the drums. Wouldn't it be so cool? Ethan already knows how to play guitar. We could start a band."

"That'd be sweet," said Ethan, obviously quite keen on the idea of forming a musical group with his two new friends. Randy smiled as the three boys discussed their future.

"That sure brings back memories. Reminds me of when I started my first band with my friends." Randy scratched his chin. "Huh, as I recall, I was in seventh grade too."

"Looks like that turned out alright for you," said Simon Atkins.

"Sure did," said Randy. "Might turn out alright for them too."

"Say guys," said Alan. "How about we adults go someplace a bit more relaxing? Ethan, I bet Sandy and Robbie would love to see your room, wouldn't you guys."

"Sure," said Sandy.

"You bet," added Robbie.

Ethan's bedroom was on the top floor of the estate. As soon as the boys walked into it, they instantly noticed several guitars hanging on the walls, along with posters of famous guitarists. In one corner of the otter's room stood a massive amp--two 4x12 speaker cabinets stacked together, with the amp itself on the very top. Sandy and Robbie walked up to it. The thing was taller than them.

"Marshall," said Sandy. "So this is the amp company that was on your shirt the other day."

"Uh huh," said Ethan, grabbing a guitar from off the wall. "And this was the guitar company from the day before that."

The squirrel and raccoon looked at the guitar Ethan selected. It read "Gibson model Les Paul" on the headstock. A beautifully made instrument, with a vintage sunburst finish on the top that still displayed the majestic grain of the maple top. Grinning, Ethan plugged the guitar into the amp and reaching up, flicked the power switch on.

"Just give it a second for the tubes to warm up," said the otter.

He strummed the instrument, and within the span of ten seconds, sound was emitting from the speaker cabinets. Sandy and Robbie were shook by the incredible volume and saturated distortion coming forth. Robbie looked at the amp's volume knob; it was only on four. Surely cranking the amp to the eleven setting would be enough to shake even the Ellsworth mansion. Ethan switched from playing chugging power chords, to slow, soulful blues and finally to speedy, blistering leads. The two were blown away by the superb mastery of the guitar that Ethan possessed and wondered how in the world they could ever become a fraction as good as he was if they were to take up the instruments of their choice. Ethan ended his demonstration by moving his paws up to the top fret of the guitar on the highest string, hitting the note and shaking it, demonstrating Les Paul's natural ability to let a note ring for what seemed like eternity. Ethan turned the amp off and hung the guitar back on the wall.

"Wow . . . just wow," said Sandy. "You're good."

"Thanks," said the otter.

"Show off," said Robbie in a snotty tone, his arms folded in mock disgust.

Ethan gave his friend a shove. "You're just jealous, bandit."

Robbie looked over at Sandy, his eyes burning angrily. "You taught him to say that, didn't you, you nut eating son of a bitch?"

"Damn right I did, you thieving little cunt," said Sandy, giving the raccoon his middle finger.

"I'm not a thief!" shouted Robbie.

"Sure you are," argued Sandy. "Look at the first three letters of your name. R-O-B . . . rob! That's what you do. You're a robber."

"That does it," growled Robbie. The raccoon rushed the squirrel, knocking him on his ass. Sandy fought back, grabbing hold of Robbie's ears and pulling on them. Robbie howled in pain, but grabbed Sandy ears as well, tugging on them for dear life. The two rolled around on the ground, kicking, and screaming, and fighting for dominance. Robbie managed to slam his knee into Sandy's crotch, making the squirrel let out a gasp as felt the wind being knocked out of him.

"That's for punching me in the balls on the bus, you ass wipe," said Robbie.

Undaunted, Sandy fought back, taking his paws off of Robbie's ears, he grabbed hold of the raccoon's ringtail and pulled mercilessly on it. Robbie howled in pain as Sandy kept pulling and tugging. The two went at it until they noticed that Ethan, whom they would have expected to intervene, was rolling on the floor, laughing his head off. Looking at each other in disbelief, they got to their feet, though in pain, and looked down at him angrily.

"Hey," said Sandy. "What's so funny?"

"You two," Ethan managed to say through his hysterical laughter. "You're the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life!'

Still rolling around laughing, Sandy and Robbie looked at each other. Neither needed to say a word to the other. They knew what to do. Falling to the floor, the squirrel and raccoon attacked the otter. The three friends rolled around on the floor fighting and laughing and having the time of their lives.

Down on the ground floor. Randy and Alan were showing their hospitality to the Atkins and Evans. Winston, the Ellsworth Estate butler brought all of them drinks of their choice from the fully stocked bar. The six adults were having a wonderful time, feeling like they'd known each other their entire lives.

"I didn't realize that it was you who was playing guitar on the Empirical Evidence album," said Simon Atkins in between sips of his scotch and coke. "That was a killer album."

"Thanks, Simon," said Randy. "Oh, Winston?"

The proper, English wolf came into the room at his employer's request. "Yes, sir?"

"Would you be so kind as to get an autographed copy of the Empirical Evidence CD to Simon? I would greatly appreciate it."

"Of course, sir," said Winston, promptly exiting the room.

"Oh," said Simon. "You don't have to do that, Randy."

"But I want to," insisted the otter. "Our boys are friends, so there's no reason We shouldn't be friends too."Ethan's just been so happy that he could make friends out here."

"He seems like a very nice boy," said Sonya. "Simon and I were delighted that Sandy could make one friend, but we were even happier when he said that he had made a second one."

"Richard and I were thrilled too," said Rachael. "It's always been difficult for Robbie to make friends, so we were happy when he brought over Sandy and they just hit it off so well. Oh, you should see them together, always working on their comic books or just hanging out and having fun. They're inseparable."

"Looks like it would be hard to separate them from Ethan now," said Randy. "I've got to applaud you guys for the wonderful sons you've raised."

"We've just tried to do our best," said Richard. "I know that you would love to meet our son Ricky. He's a Captain in the Marines."

"I'm sure I would," said Randy. "Always happy to meet a member of the military."

Sonya decided to redirect the conversation. "So, how was it that you and Alan met each other?"

"Ah," said Randy. "interesting story. You see, Alan was the drummer in my solo band. Even though I was married when I met him, I'd known for years that I had feelings for males, but I tried hiding it. Alan though was completely upfront about his sexuality when I hired him."

"I had a this inkling that Randy had feelings for guys," said Alan, raising his glass for Winston to come and refill it. "But I never hit on him or did anything to convince him that he should leave his wife. That's not who I am."

"Speaking of that," asked Simon. "If you don't mind my asking, how did your wife at the time take the news when you came out of the closet, Randy?"

"I don't mind your asking, Simon," said the otter. "She was pretty shocked, but she eventually came to accept who I really was. Don't get me wrong, she was certainly upset for a while, but things worked out alright. Even to this day, we get along remarkably well."

"Randy I have always tried to put Ethan's happiness before our own," said Alan. "Randy's ex was even gracious enough to grant us custody after she remarried and had more children."

"So Ethan has other siblings?" asked Sonya.

"Yes," said Randy. "He has two little sisters that he absolutely loves." The otter got out his phone and showed everyone several pictures of Ethan playing with the two little female otters. "Aren't they just adorable?"

"Sure are," said Richard. "So . . . if Robbie is serious about learning the drums, is there any chance we could pay you to teach him, Alan?"

"No way," said the otter with a smile. "If he wants to learn, I'll be happy to teach him for free."

"Serious?" asked Richard. "Rachael and I don't mind paying you."

"He's Ethan's friend," said Alan. "And I know that Randy would be happy to teach Sandy the bass if he's really interested in it."

"My," said Sonya. "I wish everyone was as friendly as you two. I certainly look forward to all of us being friends."

"In that case," said Randy, getting to his feet. "I propose a toast. Here's to all of us being friends for a long time to come.

All six adults raised their glasses in the air, clinking them together and drinking to their new friendship.

Robbie and Sandy had barely left Ethan's room since first arriving. The otter was busy showing them more of his guitar skills after the three of them had finished their playful scuffle. Ethan, sitting on his bed, was busy playing a Gibson SG, a small glass bottle was placed on the little finger of his left hand.

"That's a cool sound," said Robbie. "What's it called?"

"Slide guitar," said Ethan. "You just lightly place the bottle over the fret wire to get that sound. Also, you want to make sure to mute the stuff behind the slide or it gets really noisy, especially if your guitar is overdriven."

There was a knock at the door. Ethan put his guitar down and went over to the door.

"Hi, boys," said Randy, with Alan and Robbie and Sandy's parents. "Just thought we should tell you guys good night."

"Good night," said Sandy, giving his parents each a hug.

"Hope you guys had fun," said Robbie, giving his parents hugs too.

"Sure did," said Richard. "Oh, and Robbie?"

"Yeah?"

"If you're serious about wanting to learn drums, Alan said he'd be happy to teach you if you're willing to be serious about it."

"Wow, seriously?" asked the raccoon.

"Seriously," said Richard.

"And Sandy, Randy will teach you bass if you want, but you have to be practice," said Simon.

"Wow, cool," said the squirrel.

"Ethan, Alan and I are going to bed after Sandy and Robbie's parents leave, so if you need anything, just get Winston, okay?"

"Okay, Dad," said Ethan, giving him a good night hug.

The parents left the three boys in Ethan's room and they resumed chatting while the otter played more guitar, but it was at this time that Sandy had a very important question that he had to ask the otter.

"Hey, Ethan," said Sandy.

"Yeah?" said the otter.

"Could Robbie and I talk to you about something?"

"Sure," said Ethan. The otter got up and put his guitar back on the wall and turned off his large Marshall amplifier. "What's up?"

Sandy gave Robbie a long look, letting him know without saying a word what he wanted to talk about. "So . . . the other day on the bus . . . were you being serious about liking guys?"

"Yeah," said Ethan nonchalantly. "Why do you ask?"

"Because . . . Robbie and I aren't just friend, if you know what I mean," said Sandy.

Ethan nodded his head in understanding. "I see," he said. "So . . . here we are, all alone in my room, my Dad and his boyfriend just went to bed . . . I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you two want to do some stuff, right?"

Sandy blushed. "Was it that obvious?"

Ethan laughed and stood up. "Don't get embarassed, Sandy, just get naked."

Robbie and Sandy watched as the otter, without any shame or reservations, pulled his clothes off and stood completely nude in front of the two. "I've been hoping and praying forever to find guys who were wanting to do stuff like this," he said, rubbing his cock. "Well, are you two going to join me, or am I just going to stand here pumping my cock by myself?"

Sandy and Robbie got to their feet and took off their clothes too. The squirrel and raccoon wondered if they were dreaming, or if Ethan was pulling some sort of prank, but the otter looked completely serious, so they removed their clothes as well. Standing in a circle, the three boys rubbed their cocks, watching them quickly come to life.

"This is so fun," said Ethan. "I can't . . . I can't believe this is finally happening."

"Yeah," said Robbie, looking at the otter's package. "Sandy and I have been doing stuff for a few months now. Glad we could find someone to join us."

"Happy to join you," said Ethan. "So . . . how about we get down to business?"

Sandy and Robbie watched as the otter laid down on his king size bed. Needing no further instructions, Sandy went for the otter's crotch while Robbie knelt down by Ethan's head. Their hearts pounding hard, the three friends got down to business. Ethan opened his mouth, letting Robbie's cock enter his mouth. Groaning, the otter slid his maw up and down on the raccoon's hard meat. Sandy joined in by going down on the otter. Ethan felt like he was in heaven, getting his dick sucked by Sandy while he sucked off Robbie. Moaning, groaning and slurping sounds were all that could be heard in the otter's room as the three friends had their fun. Sandy stopped sucking and suggested they form a daisy chain, which Robbie and Ethan agreed to wholeheartedly. Robbie took Sandy's cock in his mouth, and Ethan continued sucking off Robbie, while Sandy sucked on Ethan once more. None of the boys felt any shame whatsoever as they went to work on each other.

Try as he might, Ethan could not hold out for very long. Breathing heavily with Robbie's cock in his mouth, the otter shot his load into Sandy's mouth. The squirrel, having sucked off Robbie plenty of times, had now trouble gulping down the load the otter gave him, but Ethan stopped sucking, having an idea on his mind.

"How about you guys spit roast me, huh?" he said casually.

"Yeah," said Sandy. "I wouldn't mind tapping that ass of yours."

Ethan laughed. "Well, be my guest."

Repositioning themselves once more, Ethan got on his knees and quickly felt Sandy's cock being shoved inside him. The otter moaned, not in pain, but pleasure as the squirrel buried every inch of his length into his butt. Robbie again inserted his member into the otter's eager maw. The bed moved up and down as the squirrel and raccoon thrust in and out of Ethan, filling his mouth and ass with everything they had. Robbie raised his right paw at an angle and felt Sandy grab his paw.

"Eiffel Tower," said Robbie, pumping his cock into Ethan.

Holding their paws together, the squirrel and raccoon fucked Ethan like crazy. The otter never once complained of any discomfort as he was taken from both ends by his two friends. Sandy was the next to climax, being unable to keep going due to his fucking virgin ass. The tight pucker squeezed at Sandy's dick, begging it to give forth its seed. Sandy melted as he sprayed the otter's insides with his essence. Drained for the moment, Sandy pulled out and laid down at the edge of the bed to watch the rest of the show. Robbie wasn't far behind, and at this point, he was grabbing the otter's head with both paws and face fucking him. Ethan made loud gulping sounds as the raccoon's cock slid in and out of his throat. Sandy kept watch as Robbie's face scrunched up, he was getting closer and closer . . .

"Ahhhhhh," breathed the raccoon as he bust his nut. Ethan tasted the sticky, salty fluid and drank it down; happy that he had pleasured his friend. With all three boys spent, they laid down on the bed together and basked in the afterglow of their little threesome.

"Man," said Ethan. "That . . . that was unreal."

"Yeah," said Robbie. "I'm getting kind of tired, though."

"Me too," said Sandy. "I guess now's the time we have to let Ethan in on my secret, isn't it?"

"What secret?" asked the otter.

Sandy and Robbie got up and went over to the squirrel's bag. "Ethan," began Robbie. "Before we show you this, you have to promise that this secret will stay just between the three of us, okay?"

"Weren't we just having sex?' laughed the otter. "I'd say that anything you show me now will be minor compared to that."

"I'm serious," said Robbie. "Sandy had to move out of state after some asshole kid at his school told everyone his secret."

"You see," said Sandy, unzipping his bag. "I have a condition that makes it impossible for me to control my bodily functions at night, so I'm forced to wear these."

Ethan watched as the squirrel pulled out a white disposable diaper from his bag. "This is something I'll probably have to wear at night for the rest of my life. When I spent the night at Robbie's house for the first time, he walked in on me while I was in the bathroom and saw me wearing a diaper. I thought I was going to die because it was my old school all over again. Not only did he promise that he would never tell anyone, he went so far as to wear one that night."

"I asked him why would I tell anyone you wear diapers if I'm wearing one too," said the raccoon.

"So, every time we spend the night together, Robbie wears diapers too. It's just his way of showing how much he loves me."

Ethan watched as the squirrel and raccoon put their diapers on for the night. "Well . . . don't I get one too?" he asked.

Sandy and Robbie looked at each other and grinned. "I was hoping he would say that," said Sandy. "Here you go."

Ethan opened his paws as the squirrel tossed him a diaper. Putting the plastic and fabric article under his rump, the otter pulled the tape over the front, making sure it fit tightly. "Hey," he said. "These things are kind of comfortable."

"That's what I told Sandy the first time I put one on, well . . . since being a baby, you know."

Ethan laughed as his two friends got into bed with him and got under the covers. Tired, but content with everything that had transpired, they went to sleep that night. Sandy and Robbie thought about how lucky they were to find another friend that was as caring, understanding and loving as Ethan. They were lucky indeed.