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Robbie had to bring his paper and drawing pens with him over to Sandy's house. After spending two nights in a row with the raccoon, the squirrel's parents told him they wanted to see him again. Sighing, he reluctantly agreed to come back home, but was happy knowing that Robbie would be accompanying him. It had only been the previous night when Sandy, growing suspicious of the raccoon's behavior, finally confronted him with some very difficult, very personal questions regarding the status of their relationship. Sandy didn't want to ask the questions, as he was worried that it might damage or even destroy their friendship, but he couldn't get his mind off of the signs Robbie was putting out. When he finally admitted that he wanted to be more than just friends, Sandy could not have been happier. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Robbie.

At the Evans house, Mr. Simon Evans was busy watching a documentary about the Civil War when Sandy and Robbie arrived. His feet propped up on the footstool, he waved at the boys as they went up the stairs.

"Hi, Dad!"

"Hi, Mr. Evan!"

The boys retreated to the safety of Sandy's room, and much to both boys' delight, found that Sandy's room did indeed have a lock on it. They were going to need it.

"Which story did you want to start next?" asked Robbie, getting out his art supplies.

"How about this one?" asked Sandy, holding up the pages to one of his finished stories. Robbie inspected it, unable to discern what it was about exactly.

"What's it about?" asked the raccoon, ready to jump in and start drawing the first frame of the comic.

"It's about a . . ." Sandy stopped reading, glaring at the raccoon as he shoved the papers in his paws. "Here, you read it, you lazy-ass!"

"Yeah, yeah," said Robbie, taking the printed manuscript in his paws and going over it. The raccoon read what his best friend had written and couldn't help but be amused at the content.

"What's so funny?" asked Sandy.

"A story about a vampire squirrel?" asked Robbie.

"Yeah, so?" asked Robbie defensively.

"I guess I never saw a squirrel turning into a vampire, is all."

"I'm sure there's a lot of things you can't imagine," snorted Sandy.

"Oh, I'm just fucking around," joked Robbie. "I think it's a good story so far."

"Really?" asked Sandy hopefully. "You gonna draw it up?"

"You bet," said Robbie, putting a piece of paper on Sandy's desk and getting out his pens. "We wanna do black and white or color for this one?"

"Color," said Sandy. "Don't want to bore everyone with black and white constantly, do we?"

"Nope," said Robbie. "Just highlight what parts you want me to use for dialog and I'll be sure to use it."

"Good," said Sandy, getting out a yellow highlighter from the cup on top of his desk.

The boys were back in business, with Sandy selecting the dialog as well as the scenes he thought would make for a good comic book. Robbie was really getting the hang of drawing comics now, and had sped up his drawing and inking process considerably over the past few days. Still, the process was not something one could rush or hope to complete quickly, but that was fine by the boys. Part of the enjoyment they got out of this was the time they spent together.

"Hey, Sandy."

"Yeah?"

"Your parents ever go out much during the day? You know, during summer vacation?"

"Nah," said Sandy. "They're both readers like me, so they stay close to home unless they have to go to the store or we have some family get together, or if they decided they want to go out to eat. That sort of thing, you know."

The raccoon chuckled. "Sounds just like my parents, although my Mom and Dad are usually drawing, painting or sculpting. That's why I like going to my grandparents so much. At least there I can be back in the woods swimming in the pond all by myself, or even better, with you."

"What's with the questions?" asked Sandy, looking up from the highlighted papers.

"Oh," said Robbie nervously. "I . . . I was just thinking we could . . . you know . . . maybe try earlier."

"I wouldn't," Sandy replied, shaking his head. "Just wait till tonight. My bedroom is upstairs and there's is downstairs. Trust me."

There was a knock at Sandy's door. Getting up, Sandy went over to answer it. Opening the door, he saw his father standing outside in the hallway.

"Something wrong, Dad?" asked Sandy.

"No," said Simon. "I was just going to tell you that your mother and I are going into town to do some shopping and we'll probably be gone a few hours."

"Okay," said Sandy.

"We're going to be bringing back quite a few groceries, so we'd appreciate your boys help when we get back."

"No problem," said Sandy.

Simon poked his head in, waving to Robbie. "I see you two are really taking this comic book thing seriously, huh?"

"You bet," said Sandy, grinning.

"Okay, so we're going to be leaving now. You boys stay out of trouble!"

Sandy closed the door, running over to Robbie, who'd heard every word of the conversation. Both boys were ecstatic at their sudden good fortune. No adults around for a few hours. The comic book could wait until then.

"Wait for the garage door to go up and down," cautioned Sandy.

"Good idea," Robbie said in agreement.

The boys waited for the rumbling of the garage door opening and closing, followed by the family car pulling out of the driveway and down the street. They were in the clear!

"Cool," said Robbie, rubbing his paws together. "What should we do first?"

Sandy giggled. "The same thing we did yesterday at your grandparent's pond.

"Ah, right!" said Robbie, pulling his sleeveless shirt over his head. Ever since Sandy had known him, that seemed to be the only kind of shirt the raccoon ever wore, at least during the summer. He threw the shirt down on the floor next to the bed, which soon saw his shorts, socks and underwear added to it. There he was, naked as the day he was born.

Sandy had also stripped to the fur, only he kept his clothes separate from Robbie's. Being a bit of a neat freak, he wanted to keep the articles of clothing segregated according to the owners. With both of them now naked as they were yesterday, they looked over each others' bodies. This was very, very different than just swimming in the nude, or being naked briefly while one changed clothes. The boys were going to stay naked and be very, very close to each other.

"Wow," said Sandy, eying Robbie up and down. "You've got a nice body!"

"Thanks," responded the raccoon. "So do you."

"Can . . . can I touch you?" asked a nervous, but excited Sandy.

"Sure," said Robbie. "If we're gonna be boyfriends, I guess you should!"

Sandy took his right paw, placing it first on the shoulder of Robbie, feeling his fur, feeling his warm body in his paw. He ran his paw down to the raccoon's chest, feeling his pectoral muscles. Obviously, Robbie spent enough time exercising to get such a fit physique. Robbie closed his eyes as he felt the squirrel's paw go lower, onto his abdomen. He opened his eyes, urging the squirrel to go on.

"It's okay," he said grinning. "You can touch it."

The entire time this petting was going on, Sandy wanted desperately to touch the raccoon's cock, which was now erect and ready for handling. Here was his chance. Carefully, the squirrel caressed the raccoon's member in his paw, making Robbie emit soft groans from the intimate contact. Robbie was big and long, just what Sandy had hoped for. He rubbed and rubbed at the hard cock in his paws, and after awhile, he saw the favor being returned, as Robbie wsa now rubbing his own cock. It was such an . . . electrical feeling that surged through their bodies, being touched by another male. They looked into each others' eyes, wanting each other more than anything. Still rubbing at the others' member, they locked lips in a deep kiss. The two young lovers closed their eyes as they let themselves melt away to some special place. The so lovers were so entwined with their feelings that both of them thought about being back at the pond within the woods. There, there was no need to worry about what adults thought, what the wold thought. The two lover boys could just be themselves.

"You . . . you wanna get on the bed?" asked Sandy to Robbie.

"Yeah," breathed Robbie.

Together, squirrel and raccoon got into Sandy's bed. Lying down on their sides, they continued making out, rubbing their paws all over the others' body. The sexual tension was escalating seriously by this point, and Sandy's was happy when Robbie whispered something into his ear.

"Sure!" said the excited squirrel.

He watched as the ring-tailed raccoon got down on his crotch and licked at his hard member. It tickled at first, but soon felt better than anything he'd ever felt in his twelve years on earth. He was sure that Robbie, like him, was no stranger to watching porn, particularly gay porn, so he would know what to do.

Indeed he did.

Sandy almost lost it when the raccoon went from simply licking at his cock to putting it in his mouth and sucking on it. The squirrel kept squirming, the stimulation Robbie was giving him was so powerful and overwhelming.

"Oh . . . Robbie . . . stop!"

Robbie looked up. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," said Sandy, trying to catch his breath. "You were great! Just didn't want to cum yet."

"Ah," said the raccoon. "You want me to edge you, huh?"

Sandy chuckled. "Something like that, yeah."

"In that case," said Robbie, moving up to where the squirrel's head was. "How about you get your tail down there and suck my dick?"

"My," said Sandy with a laugh. "You're such a poet, aren't you?"

"Hey," said Robbie, spreading his legs wide, invitingly. "You're the writer, not me!"

Sandy laughed as he got his face down into Robbie's crotch. He'd long wondered it was like to do this, to pleasure another male. Now, here he was getting the chance to go down on his best friend turned lover. What more could he ask for? He licked up and down, from the tip of the head to the very base of Robbie's member. Robbie let out several loud moans as Sandy worked over his cock. As much as Sandy was enjoying this, he couldn't help but wonder if Robbie had to go to a soundproof room when he jerked off. With all the sound he was making, it was impossible to imagine him not attracting the attention of his parents, or nearest neighbors.

Robbie felt his member being sucked on with great delight by his squirrel boyfriend. It was then that he decided he was never, ever going to masturbate again. Why go through all the trouble of using your wrist when you could simply shove your cock in a willing mouth? There was no comparison as far as he was concerned. Still, he wanted to try something a little different than they were doing.

"Hey," said Robbie. "Quit sucking, will you?"

"Why, am I scraping you with my teeth?"

"No," said Robbie with a laugh. "I was thinking we could do this in a sixty-nine position. What do you think?"

"Sure," said Sandy, repositioning himself so that his cock could be near the raccoon's mouth. Robbie did the same.

The two new lovers went back at it, sucking even harder before, happy that they were both getting sucked and had something to suck. It was better than either of them could have imagined. The feeling of being naked with someone you loved, caressing them, pleasuring them. Both boys took joy in pleasuring the other. They wanted this to be a day they would never forget, ever. It was hard to imagine that only a few days ago, Sandy felt like he didn't have a friend in the world. He was over two thousand miles away from the place he called home. It was like being thrown into the wilderness without a guide. Then, the very first day he moves here, this funny raccoon rides by on his bike and the two strike up a conversation. He helps Sand's family move in. The next day they start work on a comic book. The day after that they go swimming together, completely naked . . . and now this! For anyone else, it might have seemed like life was moving too quickly, but not for Sandy and Robbie. They were meant to be together.

Sandy could hear the sounds of Robbie getting close to his climax. Sucking harder, he finally sent the raccoon over the edge. Sandy was then introduced to his first taste of semen, and didn't find it bad. Once Robbie was drained, he waited for his own impending orgasm. His body surged with electricity as he could feel the time was at hand. Scrunching his face up, he came, shooting his load into the willing raccoon's maw. It was the greatest feeling in his life!

Both boys didn't bother getting dressed right away, opting instead to just lie beside each other and chill.

"When did you know you felt this way . . . about males, Robbie?"

"I couldn't tell you a specific time," joked the raccoon. "But I'd say it's been so long that I can't remember a time that I didn't!"

"I feel the same way," admitted Sandy. "You attracted to girls at all?"

"Yeah," said Robbie. "I think your Mom is super hot. Any chance she'll get in bed with me?"

Sandy sent a punch into Robbie's side for the remark about his mom. Robbie yelped, more in shock than pain, but shoved his boyfriend for the move. "Hey, it was just a joke, you pussy."

"Yeah," said Sandy. "I guess it would be okay for me to get in bed with your mom then?"

"Oh," said Robbie, putting his head on the pillow and staring up at the ceiling. "Watching my boyfriend fuck my mom? Wow, that's like my number one fetish!"

"Holy shit, you're sick!" observed Sandy.

"I must be," said Robbie, poking the squirrel in the side. "I have you for a boyfriend, don't I?"

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you, bandit," growled Sandy.

"Hey," snapped Robbie. "I thought we agreed no more species stereotype jokes anymore!"

"What if you fit the stereotype?" inquired Sandy.

"I've never stolen anything!" protested Robbie.

"I was thinking later tonight you might want to steal my virginity," joked Sandy.

"Oh," said Robbie. "Sure, just promise me you're not going to scream during it."

"I'm not going to scream," grumbled Robbie. "You wish you were that big."

"Don't we all," added the raccoon.

Mr. and Mrs. Evans came back a few hours later as they had anticipated. By this time, Robbie and Sandy had there clothes back on and were back at work on their comics, though they made sure to come downstairs to help with groceries when they heard the sound of the garage door rumbling.

"Oh," said Mr. Evans. "Thank you for taking those, Robbie!"

"You're welcome, Mr. Evans," responded the raccoon, picking up several very full bags of brown paper grocery bags.

Sandy and Robbie were so prompt in their response to getting the groceries, that they insisted that all Mrs. Evans had to do was put them away while they brought them in from the car. Simon and Sonya looked at each other, wondering if their son might have been an alien clone, and they just weren't aware of it.

"I think this move has done you some real good, Sandy. You're in a much better mood, you're helpful, and best of all, it looks like you and Robbie have become the best of friends since we moved here."

"We have, Mr. Evans," assured Robbie. "We're really hoping to get some more stories turned into comics over the next couple of weeks. Then maybe we can see about getting them copyrighted and even published. "

"I tell you, boys," said Mr. Evans, getting a soft drink from the refrigerator. "I wish more boys your age worked so hard. I have no doubt that you'll both make something of yourselves when you grow up."

"I have to ask," started Mrs. Evans. "Is the comic book all you boys ever work on?"

Sandy looked over at Robbie, who answered for them. "That's the majority of it, Mrs. Evans."

"And the other time?" she inquired.

"You know," said Robbie, shrugging his shoulders. "Just screwing around, that's all."