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Robbie sighed as Sandy took his time looking around the bookstore. Sure, it wasn't as big as the ones they had back in Atlanta, but the squirrel was always happy to browse around any place that sold his favorite things in the world. There were always so many titles to chose from, and no matter how hard he tried, the young squirrel never seemed to have enough time to read all the ones he wanted. His parents were so happy that he had found a friend and was actually behaving himself that they gave him fifty dollars to spend. Now came the the task of picking out what books he wanted. Juggling several books in his paws, he tried figuring out what the total would be.

"Let's see . . . this one is $12.95, and this one right here is $19.95 . . . but if I put this one back I might be able to get this one instead."

Robbie snorted. "Oh, for fuck's sake! Use the calculator on your phone, nut eater!"

"Hey," said Sandy, giving Robbie a dirty look. "Call me nut eater one more time . . . "

"Yeah, yeah," moaned the raccoon. "Would you please just hurry up and chose what books you want? I'm about ready to die of boredom."

Sandy pointed to the other side of the store. "There's some pop-up books over there if you need to be entertained."

"Go to hell," barked the raccoon. "You're doing this just to piss me off, aren't you?"

"Yeah," said the squirrel with a shit-eating grin. "Pretty much."

Sighing once more, Robbie leaned up against some bookshelves. He had never cared much for reading, preferring instead to draw. He rolled his eyes as Sandy shuffled about the books, still trying to figure out what the best possible selection for the money would be. The raccoon swayed back and forth, trying to do something to stay awake. Normally he would have his cell phone to amuse himself, but his battery had died right before they left for the bookstore. Robbie wanted to kick himself for not charging the device the night before. Now he was paying the price for his forgetfulness. The thought of kicking Sandy right in the ass was a tempting thought, but Robbie knew that such an act--cathartic as it might be--would only result in him getting kicked right back. He would just have to put up with his boyfriend's indecisiveness for the moment.

"Here we go," said Sandy, keeping the books he wanted and putting the other ones back where they had originally been placed. "I'm ready!"

"Thank God," said Robbie, pulling himself up off the bookcase. "Remind me never to go to the bookstore with you again, would you?"

"Be nice," said Sandy, shaking a paw at the raccoon. "There's candy at the cash register. If you're nice, I'll buy you some."

"Oh, wonderful," Robbie said sarcastically. "Candy's going to make up for the twelve hours of my life I just wasted."

"Fine," snapped Sandy as they made their way to the register. "No candy for you then."

"Okay, okay, I'll behave myself," conceded the raccoon. "I'd like to have something to show for this trip."

"I thought so," said Sandy. "Funny how you can get little kids to behave themselves when you offer them candy."

Robbie wanted to tell his boyfriend that he hoped some creepy guy in a windowless van would offer him candy, then drive away, only for the squirrel to end up in some shallow grave, but thought better of it. A comment like that would surely result in him being deprived of his own candy. Sighing, he stood next to Sandy while he paid for the books and candy.

"Here you go," said Sandy as they headed out the door. "One box of candy for Mr. Grouchy Butt."

"Eat shit," said Robbie as he took hold of his reward. "You're such a douche bag."

The two boys continued trading insults as they walked next door to the clothing store that their mothers were shopping at. As foul mouthed as they could be at times, they had the good sense to watch their tongues when they were around adults, especially their parents. Robbie especially had had enough bouts with his mother squirting liquid soap in his mouth when he let his tongue slip and a curse word fall out. Just the thought of having the foul tasting substance enter his maw was enough for him to be on his guard. By the time the two boys had located their mothers, they were completely silent.

"You find some books, sweetie?" asked Sonya as she looked at a new dress.

"Yeah," answered Robbie, glaring at his friend. "Sweetie certainly took his sweet time trying to figure out what he wanted to buy."

"Robbie," snapped his mother Rachael. "You be nice."

"I am being nice," insisted Robbie. "The fact that I didn't strangle him to death with my bare paws should be a testament to how nice I am, ouch!"

Robbie rubbed his ear after his mother twisted it, appalled at how rude he was being. Sandy dropped his bag of books, unable to suppress the urge to laugh. Still rubbing his ear, Robbie glared at Sandy, wanting to punch him right in the gut so badly, but knowing that would get him in even worse trouble than simply running his mouth. He rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"We're going to be a little while, boys," said Sonya. "Then we can go out to eat."

Robbie's irritation with Sandy vanished at the mention of food. Both boys were hungry and wanted to fill their stomachs. Seeing that their mothers were taking their time, the squirrel and raccoon wondered around the store, eventually winding up in the boys' clothing department. They looked around at some t shirts, trying to find something interesting. Both boys groaned when they saw the "Back to School Sale" signs posted everywhere they looked. As much fun as the summer had been, it would soon be coming to an end, and that meant returning to the daily grind of classes and homework.

"Gonna be a bitch getting up early in the morning," remarked Robbie.

"Tell me about it," replied Sandy, scouring the clothing racks. "That first two weeks of every school year is always murder to me, probably gonna be worse since I'm at a new school."

"Who knows?" answered Robbie, holding up a green t shirt and putting it up against his body, seeing how it looked next to his fur. "You might find you like this school."

"I doubt that," Sandy quipped. "I've always hated school, especially the kids."

"I don't really worry about school that much," mused Robbie, deciding that he wanted the green t shirt and throwing it over his right arm. "Though you're right about the other kids. Most of them are just obnoxious jerks as far I'm concerned."

"You got that right," said Sandy, selecting a few t shirts for himself. "After what I went through in Atlanta," Sandy remarked, feeling the painful memories of the previous school year. "I wanted to either kill them . . . or myself."

Robbie stopped what he was doing, looking up at his friend. "You serious?"

"Yeah," said Sandy, not even trying to joke. "You see now why I was so upset . . . that first night."

"I do," said Robbie, seriously. "Don't worry, you know you're secrets safe with me."

Sandy smiled at the raccoon, knowing that he could trust him, even with his very life.

By the time that Sonya and Rachael had finished their clothes shopping, Sandy and Robbie were starving, and were quite vocal about it. The two females decided on one of the town's local restaurants called "Alice's". Sonya joked about the name of the establishment, asking if it was half a mile from the railroad track, Rachael laughed at the question, remembering the old song. Sandy and Robbie were completely clueless as to what was so funny. Rachael raved about the place, saying it was one of her family's favorite places to eat in town. Robbie reassured Sandy that the place was indeed a good one.

By the time they had arrived at Alice's, parked, went inside, ordered, and received their food, Sonya and Rachael both had to remind their sons to show proper table manners.

"Robbie," scolded Rachael. "Stop cramming food in your mouth like that! Good Lord!"

"Sorry," said Robbie, swallowing the mouth full of cheeseburger he'd ordered. "I wouldn't need to eat like this if you hadn't starved me."

"Robbie," said the female raccoon in a threatening tone.

"Seriously," said the male raccoon, squeezing ketchup from a bottle onto his plate for the french fries. "I should call Child Protective Services if you make me go that long without eating again."

Looking up from his plate, Robbie saw his mother's expression was deadly serious. At this point, he knew he needed to shut his mouth or Child Protective Services might need to be called for the beating he would receive. Sandy saw that Sonya was also giving him the evil eye and realized that he too should straighten up and fly right. Several minutes passed before anyone said a word.

"Are you boys still going to work on your comic books during the school year?" asked Sonya.

"Of course," said Robbie. "We're gonna send out a big stack of the comics to get copyrighted."

"Yep," added Sandy. "It'll be thirty five dollars to pay for that."

"I'd be willing to pay for half of that," said Sonya. "What about you, Rachael?"

"Providing Robbie can behave himself, yes, I'll pay for half of ti too," said Rachael, still angry at how her son had been behaving that day.

"Do you think you're going to send it out publishing companies?" inquired Sonya. "You never know when someone might decide to pick it up."

"I don't even know how to do that, Mom," Sandy said with a shrug. "Could you help with that too?"

"Of course, sweetie," she replied. "Your father and I will look into it."

"Thank you, Mrs. Evans," said Robbie sweetly.

"You're welcome, Robbie," replied Sonya, smiling at the young raccoon. "See, Rachael? Robbie is a very nice boy."

Sandy looked over at his boyfriend, wanting to tell him "you're so full of shit."

After their lunch, Rachael and Sonya dropped the boys off at the Atkins home. Sandy and Robbie were thrilled, their mothers were going to be out and about for the rest of the day and their fathers were on a fishing trip together. This left them completely alone in the house. Going up to Robbie's room, the boys locked the door behind them, just in case an adult came back unexpectedly early.

"You really wanna work on the comic book right now?" asked Robbie.

"Gee," said Sandy, scratching his chin in mock contemplation. "We could do that, or . . ."

"Do something a little bit more fun than that?" interrupted Robbie, putting his paws on his t shirt, ready to pull it off.

"Yeah," said Sandy, grinning. "Let's do something more fun than that."

Robbie didn't waste anymore time pulling his clothes off, just as Sandy was now doing. In a flash, the boys' clothes were on the floor of Robbie's room and they were embracing in a hug, their arms wrapped around each other lovingly.

"Love you," said Robbie, giving his boyfriend a kiss on the mouth. "Even though you're a pain in my ass."

"Feeling's mutual," responded Sandy, licking the raccoon's face. "God, I want you so bad right now!"

It had been a few days since the boys had gotten together like this, and even when they had managed some intimate time, they had to be careful to keep the volume down, as there were adults in the house that might start to wonder what the hell was going on upstairs. With no one around, they could be as loud as they wanted. Robbie and Sandy got into bed, still rubbing their paws over each other as they were getting hornier by the second. At this point, both their cocks were rock hard and needing release. Robbie grinned at Sandy as the squirrel was already on his back.

"Let me fuck you," begged the raccoon, rubbing his cock, feeling pre already leaking out of it.

"I suppose," said Sandy, grinning. "Even though you've been a very bad boy!"

"I'll show you what a bad boy does!" replied Robbie, lifting the squirrel's legs in the air as he got on his knees. Moving Sandy's bushy tail to the side, the raccoon guided his member into the squirrel's inviting pucker. Careful not to overload the squirrel, Robbie pushed in slowly, feeling the squirrel's butt engulfing his member tightly. Sandy moaned as he was filled up from the rear. He wanted this so badly it almost pained him. He'd been letting Robbie top him not long after they had first started fucking around. It worked out perfectly, as Sandy knew he was a natural bottom and Robbie was a natural top.

It took a few minutes before Robbie felt comfortable enough to shove his entire girth inside the squirrel. His heart fluttered from the sensation of having the squirrel's ass tugging at his cock. He moved out slowly, only to push his length right back in. He closed his eyes, hearing the sound of Sandy grunting, wanting him to give it his best. Grabbing Sandy's flanks, the raccoon shoved himself in and out, applying more pressure as time went on. Sandy gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and tugged on his own hard cock, feeling the need to climax. He called out to the raccoon, wanting him to really give it to him. Robbie breathed hard, sweating profusely as he happily complied with the squirrel's request. He dug his paws into the squirrel's sides harder and harder, giving it to him rough. He could feel that he wasn't going to last longer, and fucked him at a breakneck pace, making Sandy howl out loud in sheer ecstasy. Tugging and pulling on his own cock, he shot his load all over his body, coating his chest and stomach with his own cum. Robbie gave the squirrel one last thrust, shooting a huge load into his ass. It was all he could do to not pass out from the wild ride he'd taken as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.

"That was great," said Sandy, looking at his cum coated fur. "I'm a little messy now though."

"Yeah," said Robbie, pulling his cock out of the squirrel. "Me too."

"We could fix that," suggested Sandy. "Wanna go take a shower?"

"Sure," said Robbie, sliding off the bed and waiting for his boyfriend to walk by him. They held paws as they ventured out into the hall, ready to enjoy a post sex shower together.