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Mondays Are Always the Same

By - ToKu

Before School

I squinted against the spray of warm water cascading over my feathers while clenching my muscles around the monstrous cock repeatedly spreading me apart. With each thrust my beak would grind into the tile of the shower; a larger wing holding my head against the wall while the other held me in position as I took the dick. Foot-claws clenched the air while my trembling wings held on to the massive arms holding me aloft, moaning each time the eight inches of meat would pummel my prostate.

Each breath I took was a gasp of water vapor as steam rose up around us; two hawks of different ages. The larger thrusting his hips into my adolescent behind while mighty wings would pull me into him with each cock stroke. He'd mumble things to me; sexy things, passionate things, degrading things. Though young, I was still able to understand the words from years and years of experience, and not only from the older hawk, but from other's as well.

I didn't hate it either, though not always comfortable with it, the act still felt good, stimulating, sexy; to use a grown up word. The moans were genuine, each thrust of cock, was a blissful sigh of release, or it soon would be.

The older hawk, his brown and russet and white feathers sticking to the curves of his muscles as they strained; it wasn't easy holding up a thirteen year old, but the need for a hole to fuck drove him on. He was a powerful bird, working with heavy things all his life had given him the body he used, and this was one of many ways he did use them. I however wasn't so strong, not yet. I had the frame for it, but was too young, too underdeveloped for such muscles, the very reason I was always taken advantage of, but deep down I didn't mind so much.

I just hung there, holding on to those powerful arm-wings with my own while that thick cock split me open, every vein and every muscle resonating the muscles around it as it seemlessly slipped in and out. A red bottle of KY warming lube sat on the ledge of the shower shelf; the culprit for both our pleasures. I could tell he was enjoying himself and it only added to the pleasure that 'I' felt. The warmth running through my body must have had something to do with the fact that I was pleasuring my biggest role model in my life at the moment. Or then again it could be the approaching orgasm as it began to rush up to the tip of my smaller erection.

I knew that a lot of boys masturbated, but I hardly ever did, or not at least the way other boys did. When I was alone, I would never touch myself. If I had to get off and no one was around to 'fuck' me, then I'd pull out the toy I had gotten for my eleventh birthday, lube it up with my own bottle of lube, and fuck myself with the silicon toy until I'd cum from rectal stimulation. But now, I had a real cock doing the job; just another normal day to me.

"Ready for my load?" The older bird asked, squeezing his arm around my stomach as he began to thrust harder. I tried to look back, turning my head a bit; beak scraping the tile. Normally he wasn't this rough with me. Normally he was gentler, more loving, and more passionate. But today we were on a schedule. We had woken up late, and I needed to get to school soon. So I understood the rougher treatment.

"Uh huh," I moaned, my younger cry echoing from tile wall to tile wall, mature hawk cock stabbing into me as I tried to speak. I knew he was grinning as he thrust, his birdie beak showing that warm fatherly smile as he began to shoot his load. I felt my own bubble up and was soon spilling mine own out the tip of my pointed pink cock as I felt powerful gushes of cum fill my insides.

The thrusting didn't stop at first, the fleshy member continuing to bombard me as it drained its seed. I waited as he shook with orgasm, my head spinning as it always did after such a rush. I clenched my ass and held on to the cock for as long as I could until at last it came sliding out along with ample amounts of white, sticky and warm cum.

I felt my bottom-claws touchdown against tile floor and straighten out, standing to my full height of five foot four. I wasn't very tall, not for my age; another reason why I always was taken advantage of (Mostly in school). But I didn't mind that some times, not form certain furs like Takr, my father.

Turning, I felt the tip of my father's cock brush against my upper arm; the veiny pink member, still leaking cum from the pointed tip. My dad looked down at me and grinned warmly, as wide as his beak would allow. It made me feel good amidst my shakiness from yet another powerful orgasm. No one could make me cum like my father could. That was our special bond, and I loved it.

I hugged him, burying my face into his belly fur, his slimy cock sticking into my chest feathers, ruffling them and causing them to stick together even though they were clean. One of his wings came to rest on my head as he hugged back and I nearly melt in the feeling.

"Come now, time for school Kasai." Takr said breaking the hug and shutting off the water to the shower. Silence crept into the small bathroom except for the sound of dripping water and talons scraping against tile floor. My green eyes fall on his deflating cock and with one last attempt at holding on to him I took the fleshy member into my beak, tasting the mix of cum and ass, a familiar taste that I had come to like after years of sex. "Come on, let's get you dry."

Takr reached out and grabbed a towel; I watch him as I pull my beak from the tangle of pubic feathers and soon I have a warm cotton towel rubbing wetness from my head feathers while I continue to suck my father's cock. He just chuckles and manages to continue drying me off even while his dick in poking the back of my throat. When it came to my chest feathers however, I had to stop. My wing came up and began to side stroke him while he ran the cotton through the pats of dark red feathers on my chest. That's why my father had named me Kasai. In some foreign language it meant 'fire' and the splotch of feathers looked quite similar to a flame.

When I was finally dry, my dad was hard and dripping pre cum again. He just chuckled down at it like it was nothing and picked me up from under my arms, lifting me up and out of the shower with as much ease as he had when I was much younger. My foot-claws came in contact with the cold tile floor and I shivered, standing naked with only a damp towel around my shoulders. Takr took his time, running his own towel through his feathers and I watched in awe. I had always been impressed with my father, and at my pubescent age it had grown into something more. I felt my own deflated cock begin to tingle with interest as I watched him work the terry cloth further down his body; over his strong chest muscles, firm belly, oozing cock and thick legs. When he was finished shaking the water from his tail feathers and had worked the towel between his own, clean ass cheeks he hung the towel up over the shower curtain rod before looking down at me, still huddled under my towel; now being worn as a cloak.

"Cold?" He asked with a loving smile across his face.

"Quite, sir." I mumbled through a clattering beak.

"Come then, let's get your school clothes on." Takr said and pulled the towel from around my shoulders, hanging it beside the other he had used. I shiver and return his smile with my own as he twirls me around, letting me lead the way to my fairly clean room. I hadn't cleaned it up since the last time I had a friend over the other night. I had already promised to clean it up when I got back from school today. My father just steps over some of the junk on the floor; mostly my clothes, and takes a seat on my unmade bed while I rummage through my closet to pick out something to wear. I end up choosing a gray pair of shorts and a simple black shirt with a cool dragon design on the front; all thirteen year olds like dragons right?

Once I lay them out on my dresser, I pick out of pair of underwear that are a lot like boxers but they're soft and are short on my legs. If I were to sit on the floor with them on I knew anyone would be able to see my sheath and sack and that's hot to me. My dad seems to think so too because he's rubbing his hard-on that hadn't gone down yet. I just giggle and get dressed slowly.

"Don't take too long, I still need to drive you to school." He spoke deeply, his wing paw matching the pace he had fucked me with earlier. I simply try and focus on getting dressed and not putting my shirt on backwards again. A few kids at my school wear shoes when it's cold, but I'm a hawk and claws and shoes don't mix very well, besides, my strong claws act like shoes well enough for me not to wear any. So when I finally push my wings through a sweater and zip it up half way up my torso I give my father the okay that I'm ready to go.

"You're not going anywhere without this." Takr said dropping his cock and grabbing my backpack from behind my bed.

"Oh yeah." I say knowing I had forgotten something.

"Oh yeah." My father said in mock rebuke and smiled.

I would have remembered before I had gotten in the car but I pretend I'm sorry for being forgetful. My dad pretends to forgive me. On the way to the door, Takr picks up a pair of discarded plaid night pants and slipped them on. Our house is very tidy but he had left them lying about from one of our games from the night before. He taught me how to play poker and we used our clothes as money. I lost so I got fucked, it was a fun game.

"Keys dad." I said as I opened the front door, backpack slung over one of my shoulders. Takr tied the strings to his pants, and grabbed the keys from the hook by the computer. It was cold outside, but my father didn't mind it so much, matching my stride to the car, shirtless and with his hard-on poking up a tent in the crotch. None of our neighbors were out yet so he didn't try and hide it. I just giggled and thought it was sexy. Dad started the car; his roomy black Chevy Avalanche, and turned the heater on, waiting for the car to heat up. I pushed my wing-paws up against the heater and dad pulled down his pants to his knees. I grin and we pull away.

Without him asking I lean over in my seat, duck under his strong arms and grab hold of his thick, dripping cock, my head resting against his belly. I hear him groan as my tongue begins to snake around his cock, my wing falling around his large nuts that I cup and squeeze gently. The salty pre was sweet to me now; the familiar taste of his seed that I have known and loved for five years of my meager thirteen. Ever since I had found out what the stuff was at eight, I had loved it. I had loved my own when I turned twelve last year, and others.

With a low moan from his chest I took the massive cock (at least in comparison to mine) into my mouth and began to love my father in a way I knew was frowned upon. I could remember the 'Don't Talk to Strangers' film my school had made us watch. It explained many things; such as in what way it was wrong to 'touch' and if a kid ever felt uncomfortable with the way someone touched them that they should tell someone they trust. But in my case, I liked it, and I sure as hell wasn't uncomfortable with my dad's cock in my mouth, or in my butt, not even when he's rough, and I've told him so.

Almost frantically I work the tool in my mouth, knowing it wouldn't take long for my dad to get me to school. I knew how he drove, safe, but fast! And with such a big truck on the road, other cars normally let him pass them by.

I feel the shaft throb in my mouth, and eagerly I work my tongue, not having lips to use in its place; like other species. I remembered the big black bear my father had brought home six months ago, a very rare thing for him to do. He normally didn't sleep with other furs too often, having me all the time. But this bear was able to blow him faster than I have ever been able to. Since then, I've worked on my technique; working my tongue over the head before letting the organ slip to the back of my throat. It hurt sometimes, and almost makes me gag but my reflexes have gotten better, plus it makes my dad go crazy, so it's worth it.

"Ahh, son, that's good." He breathed above me, trying to buck his hips up into my face. I reply with a slight tug on his huge jewels in my wing fingers. I know he's close and a sharp left turn tells me were close to my school as well. In an attempt to hurry it along I let go of the sac and begin to paw the base of his cock while I keep my tongue focused on the tip, the most sensitive part. Takr's breathing gets heaver, shorter, more labored; signs of an approaching orgasm.

Gripping the shaft one final time, stroking down slowly; feeling every vein along the way, I plunge my head down into his crotch feathers, deepthroating the dick as it erupted. I felt the car swerve and knew that this was dangerous, but I knew my father loved every second. The cum flooding my mouth and cascading down my throat was enjoyment enough for me. It meant I would have a belly full of cum to start off my day.

Takr pressed a wing to my shoulder and patted me, breathing: "Good boy" and "Daddy's proud." I feel my cheeks growing red and without me offering my services I begin to clean his cock as the car came to a stop over loose gravel.

Licking the last remaining dribble of cum from Takr's now gleaming pick cock I lifted my head to find multiple cars around us, letting their children out before they crossed the street to enter the school grounds. It made me grin as a jackrabbit nicknamed T.K. passed by my window and didn't even notice my father was naked. The whole situation made me tingle and look forward to coming home for an afterschool snack and blow job; because I knew I was in for a long day at school; Mondays were always like that.

"Have... Uh, have a good day Kasai." My father said, having a little bit of trouble with pulling up his pants. I chuckle and nod though I don't think he notices. Instead I lean in and kiss him, on the beak. It's enough to get his attention long enough for me to wave and hop out the car, my dad's pant's still half way up his legs.

I just smile and cross the street holing my head higher than I normally did, taking a deep breath. "Today's gonna be a long day."

During School Pt. 1

I was halfway into my Language Arts class and staring at my teacher talk about a fantasy book called 'Human Farm' that we're supposed to be reading, I'm looking and I'm rock hard. She's a nice enough otter, very pretty, a little two short even for her own species I think, but I'm not hard because I'm looking at her, I need to pee I think. I raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom. She tells me to wait until she gives out the assignment, so I press my wing into my crotch. It's painful but I've held it for longer before.

I've played with myself in class before too, but I know that that wouldn't help this now, and I didn't want any other kids to smell me. I'm starting to realize that some of the kids my age are just starting to notice things that I noticed when I was eight. I think it's funny. I ferret named William Thomas got in trouble the other day for trying to kiss Samantha Scott, a bunny. Not only did she slap him and tell him that weasels are gross, but he got sent to the principal's office. Poor Willie's not even a weasel.

When my teacher hands out the papers four our assignment my wing shoots up. She sees it and nods to the bathroom pass hanging by her desk. I stand up, trying to hide my dick by walking funny. I grab the pass and get a few snickers from other kids noticing my walk; at least they don't see my erection, though that would be hot.

In the hall I reach my wing down my pants and adjust myself for the walk to the boy's room. It feels better to pull it up into my waist band then let it press against my shorts. I pass by blue doors, large windows beside them showing other classrooms, some in use, some not. I see a few kids I know, others who don't like me, and some who don't like me but still act nice to be because I know some bullies who would hurt them if they messed with me. I wasn't friends with any bullies necessarily, but I did them favors and they did me favors.

When I get to the bathroom I walk over to the urinals, place the bathroom pass on top, and unzip my pants. I sigh as I begin to relieve myself. It feels good and I close my eyes and don't notice when the other boy enters the bathroom. When I feel the paw on my shoulder my eyes shoot open in shock, only a little fearful, but not really.

"Hey, Kasai." The deep voice spoke with the familiar sound of a bully. I look up and find myself relieved to see Dallas Green, a porcupine. He was tall for a porcupine and older than me by a year even though we were both in the eighth grade. He was held back a year because he failed all his classes last year. I finish with my business and zip myself back up even though I think I know where this was going to go. I turn to find myself standing up to just under his black tipped nose.

He was tall yes, and pretty big and I'm not just talking about his quills that poked out the back of a leather jacket with pre made holes just for his species. He had on a dirty white band t-shirt underneath the leather that was too small for him, the tattered fringe of the fabric threatened to rise above his porky belly and reveal his belly button. I always giggled to myself whenever I saw him; he had the spikes on his head painted green in a Mohawk. He said it was punk, I think it's just silly. But his large arms weren't so funny. He had hit be before, a year back, but didn't do it again after the first time I sucked his dick because he knew I could tell other kids that he's a queer. We kind of have an unspoken agreement.

"Hi Dallas," I say, my eyes lingering on his crotch for a moment, knowing what was hidden there. I felt myself start to get hard again and hoped for him to demand a blowjob. You see, like me, Dallas knew about this kinda stuff before everyone else too. I knew that when he was little, nine or so, his uncle took him to this place where adults had sex with cubs. I only know this because underneath that mass of sharp painful needles, Dallas was just an ordinary kid; very sad and very angry yes, but just a kid. "Want anything done today?" I asked already knowing the answer, it was Monday after all.

"Of course I do," The porcupine grumbled, frowning because I asked him and not the other way around. He grabbed me around my shirt collar and pulled me into the handicapped stall and slid the latch shut. He turned me around and pushed me towards the toilet. For a boys restroom, it was pretty clean, a little bit of graffiti tagged the wall, but other than that, it was sparkling; not even a bad aim on the toilet seat. "Pull your pants down."

I tried not to smile as I fumbled with my shorts, but I was trying to get a glimpse of the other boy's private parts, even though I've seen them before. I couldn't though; he was too close behind me and wouldn't let me up, so I let my shorts fall. I hear him spit, and the familiar sound of saliva sliding over exposed flesh. Though my dad always used lube, it pretty much sounds the same when a boy rubs himself like that.

"Yeah, you want this?" Dallas whispered behind me, his paw on my feathery backside. I say I do with a bogus moan only loud enough to bounce off the walls of the stall door. I feel him press his dick between my cheeks and I fidget to line him up because I know he's clumsy and impatient. It finds the spot and I breathe a bit deeper as my hole is probed with the slimy erection. "Haven't busted in three days, I saved my spunk for you all weekend."

"Thanks." I say sincerely and take hold of the toilet seat as he presses into me. I don't gasp, still loose from this morning, and right away I'm thankful for Takr's rough treatment. Dallas is a sloppy fucker, he's too sporadic and I find myself hurting more after he's done with me than with my dad, even though he's only five inches and my daddy is eight. But today I'm in the clear because I'm already lubed up from the leftover seed and forceful conduct; all daddy's doing.

"Aren't you going to moan like the queer you are?" Dallas asks me, and it makes me want to laugh again.

"Not unless you want to get in trouble with the principal." I say as he thrusts particularly hard, sending my beak scraping against the porcelain. "He likes boy's too."

"Course I don't," Dallas said and rethinks his motive, each of his thrusts being at different strengths and different angels. Only every other thrust or so he'd press up against my prostate; that place that makes me feel really good. Daddy taught me about it all those years ago, but I don't even think Dallas remembers that it feels good. I just roll my eyes at his comment and try to enjoy it. I can hear his quills slapping together as he begins to pant. He's out of shape because he smokes cigarettes behind the portables during gym instead of running and playing sports. I realize he's trying to cum fast and remember that I only told my teacher I had to use the bathroom; already I've been gone too long. I was gonna get in trouble four sure.

I know he's getting close to orgasm, I can usually tell when anyone is, and everyone has their own trademarks. Daddy gets giddy when he's about to cum, starts smiling and sometimes chuckles. Dallas starts too wheeze because he's kinda big, but when I start to see quills dropping to the floor, I know he's seconds away.

And there's the first one; a single one, but still a sign. He takes a breath and holds it, another trademark, and I begin to feel the pressure accustomed to being bread. His thrusts turn watery, like he's splashing into something that's not entirely liquid and I can feel his cum dripping down my butt. It feels good but I don't ware myself out trying to cum too. Besides, Dallas isn't really long enough to reach the spot to make me cum anyways, and like I said before, I don't like jacking off very much. My wings don't do the job very well anyways.

He pulls out of me and I pull my pants up before sitting down on the toilet, holding in the creamy spunk. Dallas stumbles backwards against the door with a thud and a wild grin on his face; I know I've satisfied him enough to be friendly for a while; he is just another kid after all.

I stare at his dick for a moment; pink and tapered, much different from my own, but still interesting, but not my favorite type. He sees me looking and grunts before pulling his pants up to his belly.

"Stop looking at my junk you fag." He said but remained smiling, I don't mind the words because I know he doesn't mean it, he's only saying it because he doesn't like to admit that he likes boys too. I just grin up at him and shrug. When he's done tightening his studded belt he reached into his coat pocket and pulls out a note pad. Instantly I recognize them as hall passes. He must have stolen them from a teacher when they weren't looking. Dallas pulls out a pen and begins to write, I stand to get a better look but he's finished by the time I can even read the writing.

"Here," he pushes the paper into my wings and I notice he's written me a note saying that I had helped another teacher for a moment. I want to give him a hug but I know he'd punch me if I did. Instead I just wave as I open the hatch, grab the hall pass from the urinal and leave the restroom as he starts to pick up his fallen quills. Poor Kid.

When I get back to class I give the teacher the hall pass and she nods before throwing it away. It worked like a charm. I grin and sit down in my seat and look at the paper she had passed out earlier for the first time. I can feel my butt feathers sticking to my underwear with porcupine cum and glancing around the room I notice some of the canines can smell something odd in the air but they're still too young to know what cum smells like, and least I hope.

I only smile and work on my assignment for the remaining ten minutes until the bell rings and I have to take my work home to finish. Stupid humans.

Having Lunch

The bell rings for lunch and cubs come running to the snack bar, because if you don't make it in time you have to wait in line and it sucks waiting in line when you're hungry. Luckily, I have I class that's only twenty feet from the snack bar and all I have to do is walk at a fast pace to get there and be second or third in line. It's wonderful. I stand about, watching the frantic faces of all the other kids and listen to their gossip and refrain from rolling my eyes at their 'trivial' problems. I learned that word the other day while watching football with daddy. He's a smart hawk and loves to teach me new words, so while I'm sucking his dick and trying to see if number 85 made the touchdown, he's shouting about how 'trivial' his fault was when he didn't make it past the ten yard line. I get a beak full of cum either way so I just keep sucking.

The bar opens up and the muskrat and tabby in front of me order their lunches. When I get up there I buy a Asian salad and an apple. I never really did like meat; aside from feeling like a cannibal when I'm eating a chicken sandwich, meat just never really agreed with me. I get my protein elsewhere anyways. (Wink Wink).

I find a few cubs I'm friends with and take a seat at the bench. It's the only one away from the rest under the giant stone canopy by the stage. This one's better anyways because it's next to a tree and I feel like I breathe better next to it, plus it doesn't have a bunch of tagging on it yet. I smother my salad in mandarin dressing while I chomp my apple. Royce Rice, a badger on the soccer team is talking about how he just got an advanced copy of Final Fantasy XIII and no one believed him but me. (I know his father works as a game programmer) In spite of all the others he offered to take me to his house after school to check it out, no one else was welcome.

I look at the badger for a moment, smiling like everyone else. When his eyes fall on mine he returned it for a moment. Chris Anderson, a fox says something to Mica, but I don't hear it. The badger's eyes dart away, and I can see color bloom below his eyes where the white fur runs down in a line to his nose. I think I know why, but it was such a long time ago I didn't even think he still remembered. I shrug it off, though I feel a little odd.

We all laughed though, because Mica, an exchange student from South America, a possum, taught us how to say 'liar' in her native language and it sounded exceptionally dirty. Mica, being the only girl, didn't really get it, but us boys did.

I was halfway into my salad when I felt I tapping at my shoulder, when I turned it was Brian, a small, sixth grade tiger. He looked almost ready to cry and I was almost sure why. I had talked to him before but it didn't seem to help. He didn't have the same background as me and Dallas; he was brought up in a nice Christian home with two loving but strict parents. He knew what was right and what was wrong. So did I, but I knew what I liked and what I didn't, and I liked the wrong things.

I remember talking to Brian after his first encounter with Gus, the school custodian. He was scared and wanted to tell his parents but was afraid he'd get in trouble for sinning. I didn't really have an opinion to give him and only told him to do what he thought was best. This was all right before I went and blew the guy myself.

So when I saw the scared blue eyes behind me I knew it was a summons from Gus. I said hi to Brian and patted him on the shoulder; I could smell cum in his fur and faintly see where it had gotten him in the eye, poor kid. I tell my friends that I have something to do and leave Brain and my salad half eaten alone and headed towards the cafeteria. There were a few cubs inside, many who got the free school lunches, but a lot of them ate outside because it was nicer outdoors. I followed the familiar route to the back where a hallway led to a single door. No one paid much attention to this side of the lunch room and if anyone did, all they would see was a hawk heading for detail duty. It was a lunch time thing that some kids got if they got in trouble. They have to help stack trays or push them through the washer. I however was back here for more dubious reasons.

I knocked on the door once and only waited a moment before it swung open and I ducked in. It was darker in here; the only window was covered by a large American flag along one side of the room while the other three were covered with shelves of contraband from naughty cubs. When I saw Gus, I could imagine why Brian was so afraid of him, not just because he was a pedophile, but because he was an overall frightening furson.

Gus was a boar; an alarmingly big boar with tattoos up both brown furry arms. He wore a dirty old blue jumpsuit with the sleeves cut off and underneath a white t-shirt that was rolled up so as to expose as much ink as possible. I knew about pedophiles, and had always wondered how one had come to work for a middle school. This was before I found out that the principal was a Pedophile too, though he only liked puppies; canines, wolves and foxes and what not, so I never saw much of him. See, I'm a smart hawk, I don't like to brag but I usually know more than the average cub and when I first met Gus and his broken tusk, I knew he was right up my alley. In fact, I nearly scared him shitless when I first offered to blow him. Since then it's just become a weekly thing.

"Hey buddy." He grunted his voice sounding much softer then his demeanor suggested. Another thing about Gus is that he's actually a pretty normal boar, kinda like Dustin; you have to look past their problems to see the fur inside them. Gus works hard, keeps the boy's bathroom real clean for me, pays his taxes, makes his rent and might I add that he's never done drugs and only drinks on occasion. Aside from his passion for face fucking cubs, he's a swell guy.

"Hi Gus," I say a little eager and take a seat in his swivel chair in front of his paper strewn desk. Gus locks the door and spins around, his beefy left arm nearly knocking a box of fireworks of the shelf he stood by. I grin at him as he started to unzip his jumpsuit, I can smell the heavy scent of cum and tiger before it got past his gut. I liked Gus because he was always into the simple things, a quick hand job, a little bit of oral, maybe a rim job, but nothing too fancy like my daddy. He was already hard too, bonus points in my book. "Brian told me you wanted me."

He didn't, but I didn't want Gus to know that he frightened the cub so much.

"I sure did," He said knowing me well, knowing that I wasn't afraid of him, and that I 'understood' him. I watched as he began to stroke on his thick seven inches of boar-hood. It made me smile and I hope one day he'll be willing to fuck me with it. "The tiger doesn't like giving head very much; he's not too good at it, so I thought you could come up here and give me a quick one over."

I nod as he steps closer, his jumpsuit falling down around his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear so I was able to grab his furry sac while he continued to stroke himself. I felt myself getting hard and wrestled with my shorts while I massaged him. Knowing Gus, having a naked cub stroke his ball sac while he pawed off was just as good as the most sadistic thing a real fuck head could think of. That's why I liked Gus, Brian might think he was scary, but being naked was easier than being butt fucked in the bathroom by an emotionally unstable teenage porcupine, but I liked both.

I scoot my shorts down below my knees and let go of the warm boar sac to take off my shirt. I toss it on the desk and return to the nuts and add in a leg rub while I'm at it. I know he asked for a blow job but I know he wouldn't mind a nut rub. He stares down at me and I feel my face go warm; I may be a lot older on the inside then on the out, but I'm still subject to an adults warm stare. Just for the sake of it I open my beak and let my tongue side over the tip of his cock, careful not to get his fast jerking fist in my face.

He sighed and I know he liked it so I continue; licking over the smooth dick with my slippery tongue. I remember a trick my daddy showed me. How to make saliva when your mouth was dry; swallow a lot! It's kinda silly, but you can force it up from your throat if you do it right, which I do. Gus gets the benefits though as I take him into my beak just for the sake of it. I know he's already close, having had time with Brian before me, and not being entirely satisfied with the way the tiger performed. I said I didn't like to brag but I know I'm a much better dick sucker then Brian, and Gus tells me so.

He pulls back and starts to beat his meet again, having all the sensitive attention his cock could take from my expert beak. I smile and take hold of his nuts again, they're still really warm and I know their full of cum.

"You know Kasai," Gus grunted as he licked his broken tusk (something he always did). "You sure are a handsome Hawk. When you grow up I'm sure you'll get all the fellas you could imagine."

He knows I'm only into boys, or 'fellas' as he put it, but he doesn't know about daddy and our relationship, nor will he ever, I'm smarter than that. I'm sure one day I'll meet someone I like, but until then, I have Takr; my father. So I pretend to blush for his sake and grin as he cums onto my chest, hitting me dead in the center of my red tuft of feathers. It's a solid stream of white hot jizz followed by four or five not so powerful ones. He grunts of course, shaking a bit as his paws worked in multiple strokes at a time to milk the come from within; a trademark, a small trademark, but still one.

"Anything else I can help you with?" I ask letting go of his sac to lean back in the chair, already knowing his answer.

"Oh, no I'm good after that." Gus said flicking his cock through the air, still trying to get every speck out and in my feathers. I smile and wait for him to be content. "Maybe you can come by tomorrow and I'll do something real special for you. I can buy you something in return."

"No thanks, my dad buys be enough stuff." I reply, as close as I ever come to telling him anything about my father. I know the tricks a lot of pedophiles use, not that I've known many, but I'm cleaver enough to notice it. I pull my t-shit over the wet cum, not worried because I have P.E. next and I could always wear my gym shirt home.

I let Gus watch me get dressed, knowing it's getting him hard again, but the bell signaling the end of lunch rings and I hurry off to the locker rooms, wondering what class Brian has now.

During School Pt. 2

The smell of boy musk is almost overwhelming when I enter the twin double doors to the locker room. The smell of dozens of pubescent boys changing into and out of their gym clothes invading my senses, it lingers even from periods before. It's impossible to differentiate between them, the canines or the felines, the birds or reptiles from the mammals. It's a smell I look forward to everyday. It doesn't smell bad really, it's just strong and smells of boy; a good smell.

I hurry across rows of lockers and sights of kids half dressed; one leg through shorts without their shirts, it's a fun place to be for me, but I know to look discreetly. When I get to my row I pad to the end and find the locker number 54 and spin the dial of my pad lock. It's a Monday so my clothes are in my back pack, freshly washed and ready for a new week of gym. It's easily my favorite class of the day because it doesn't evolve me using my brain much. I like to learn, but its fun to just run around without having to think about math or spelling, only where you have to throw a ball.

I'm a fairly hygienic hawk too, I have a pack of antibacterial wipes in there (my dad bought them for me) I use them after we play football of basket ball, you know, when my wings get dirty. Today I have a different reason to use them. I peal my shirt from my torso and stuff it in my locker and take a wipe from the pack, trying to clean my chest before someone sees, though I couldn't really care if someone did.

I get dressed and spin my pad lock shut. I repeat my habit of glancing at cubs dressing as I make my way back out onto the field. It was cold this morning, but the sun had already burnt off the last remaining clouds and now it was pleasantly warm enough. Young furs about me were socializing in pockets of clicks as I walked from a few, knowing a few of them but not enough to really hang, I don't really want to anyways, I'm looking for Dallas. I know he rarely dresses out for class but he does hang out back here somewhere, hidden away from the sight of a teacher.

I decide to check behind the gym for him, there is this small area just beyond the girl's locker room that can make you invisible. Not for real, but you know what I mean. It's a place you can go when you want to do something you're not supposed to, and I know it's Dallas' main hideout while in gym.

I pass a few giggling girls, reaching the corner with a roll of my eyes. When I turn I find a scared looking otter being forced into a kiss by the very porcupine I was trying to look for. Dallas had his paws on the sixth grader's arms, holding them firmly in his grip while he sloppily tried to make out with him. The otter was trying to fight back, turning his muzzle away every few times the fourteen year old would lick against his fur; it was a futile attempt, but it was all he could do.

"Come on," Dallas nearly growled at the fidgeting sixth grader. "Kiss back or I'll make you wish you had."

He didn't notice me because when I cleared my throat it nearly made both the boy and the bully jump out of their own clothes. I smile at Dallas as he finds the source of the noise and frowns at me, taking his paws from the boy's arms as if he were burned and took two steps back. I knew I had walked into something he was trying to keep secret and I knew he was going to have to be nice to me now.

"I-I wasn't d-doing anything," The porcupine shuddered, eyes wider then I had ever seen them before. The boy otter just looked from me to his molester, not sure what to make of the situation. When I continued to smile the boy took his chance and darted, disappearing behind the gym and back the way I came. I knew it was a boy from last period gym. I had seen him sometimes, taking his time in the locker room, changing slowly. I think he liked boys too but my mind drifts from him almost as soon as he's gone. Dallas just stares at me like I was a teacher about to punish him, it's odd sometimes the power I have over him. He seemed to find his resolve quickly though. "Y-you better not tell anyone about that or I swear to the gods I will..."

"Don't worry Dallas," I say waving a wing through the air like I was simply brushing something away. "I won't tell anyone that you like boys."

"What?" He blurted out, quills standing on end, eyes going wide before they narrowed into a glare. "I don't like boys, you fag."

"Then why were you kissing that otter?" I ask simply; knowing the answer but not knowing his response. His tough demeanor faltered for a moment, almost as if he just now realized that what I said was true. His face sunk and his eyes dropped to the ground. I lose my smile and I feel empathy flooding through me. I take a step closer to him and place a wing on his shoulder; he looks up, almost surprised. I almost think I see something warm staring out from his dark eyes, but his paw comes up and pushes my comforting wing from his leather jacket.

"Hey," He nearly shouted but I knew he was trying to keep his voice down. "Don't touch me with your gay boy germs."

I'm saddened by it, but almost want to roll my eyes. It's like he didn't remember fucking me earlier today. Like the whole scene in the boy's room was nothing but a bully's duty; to fuck the weaker students. I want to say something else but I know a lost cause when I see it. There's always next week; another attempt to bring sympathy to an unsympathetic porcupine.

Dallas dusts off his jacket and pushes by me, shoving me into the wall that he had pinned the otter against. And that was as nice as he got, though he was rarely mean to me, he was also rarely nice like I normally was. That's just how he was now, I guess.

Within the next couple of minutes more and more cubs rushed out onto the field, lining up in their assigned squads and rows as they awaited their different teachers. I trotted over to my class, wings at my side, feeling a little bit down after having failed to break Dallas out of his shell. There was always next Monday to try, but who knew what could happen within that time. I try not to think about it as I get behind the overweight panda with glasses and the skinny fox wearing his black and red skater shirt instead of his P.E. shirt. Instead I try and think about the remainder of my day, the positive things that could still happen. I was going to Royce's house after school, so that was at least something to look forward to. Which also reminded me that I had to phone my father sometime before the end of the day to tell him I was going to be home later because I was going to a friend's house.

When the coaches came out to take roll call the numerous furs around me sat down; cross legged or holding their knees as they waited to hear their name called. I could see the poor little otter cub just now making his way out of the locker room, holding a red hall pass to excuse him from being late. I just hope that he didn't tell the teacher about Dallas.

"Kasai Nikami?" I heard the deep lupine voice of my gym coach call out. I look up at the grey wolf and grin as much as my beak would allow. He wore a simple grey t-shirt along with a pair of short black shorts. They showed off his large muscular thighs; entirely grey except for the slight patches of white that ran down the inside of his legs. I knew they got larger as the rose to his winter white crotch fur, but I knew that no other cub knew this.

"Here, Mr. Martin." I say holding my wing up in the air. I get a few wired looks from the cubs around me for the exaggerated 'here' but I get the faintest of smirks from the wolf before he looks down at his clip board to mark my name as present. I continue to hold my legs to my chest and wait for him to signal the start of our exercises. When he finally called "Tsang Zaixian", the panda in front of me, we rose and stretched before starting our jumping jacks, push-ups, sit-ups, cherry pickers, mountain climbers and arm circles. A lot of kids moan and groan during these exercise, I just smile and do them, it feels good to move, to be active, I don't like being lazy. Nothing against Tsang; his poor paws pressing into the soft muddy grass as he was unable to do a single push-up, I like my snacks, but I like to exercise too.

"Okay," Mr. Martin said after we finished our last set of am circles. "Were still doing football today, but today will be the last day, so try to get into the game guys." There were a few cheers but I seem a little disappointed. "However, we're starting soccer tomorrow." The cheers turned into groans and I smile.

"We have fields six, seven, eight, and nine, today. You guys all know your teams," The wolf spoke pointing with a padded finger towards the cone marked fields to our right. The cubs all look but I keep my eyes on the large wolf's frame. "So off you go, play hard and play fair."

The cubs rose, as did I, brushing off the grass from my bottom before turning to make my way to the field. The paw on my shoulder was only a mild surprise but when I turned around to find my wolf coach staring down at me with a gleaming white grin, I smiled back.

"Kasai, can you help me with something today?" The wolf asked. I look out towards the field. I could see the other kids already putting their flags on around their waists, it was flag football, but it was still fun because I got to get my wings close to other boy's butts. I was actually able to pants a boy last week; it was funny because his underwear half came off his butt too.

"Can't I help you tomorrow?" I ask in a cute little voice because I knew it would excite the wolf. I knew it was Monday, but I really wanted to play football one more time. "I really wanted to play football today."

"It'll only take ten minutes." Mr. Martin says to me with a pat on my back. "Then you can get back to the game with plenty of time to spare."

"Oh, alright." I say, a little annoyed that I had to miss ten whole minutes of football.

I walk off with him towards the equipment room, the place where they hold all the balls and other things needed for sports and physical stuff. I watch the other classes start their own games of football, the teachers directing them what to do. Mr. Martin was like that too, but Mondays were a little different. It's kinda strange too; Mr. Martin is the last fur you'd think would have a thing for little boys. The two other male teachers were much better candidates. Mr. O'Neil was a big lion, who always seemed to be watching the cubs change in the locker room, but I know for a fact that he's not into that kinda stuff. Mr. Newton was an older stallion that a lot of the kids joked was a pedophile. I knew that he was strange and had an overwhelming love for physical activity, but his skimpy outfits were only for athletic reasons.

Mr. Martin on the other paw showed no signs what so ever that he dipped into the dark arts of cubby fucking. In fact I wasn't even sure if there were other boys beside me. I'm sure that there was, but Mr. Martin and Gus knew nothing of each other, and I think the Wolf was just overly protective of himself. He didn't want anyone to know what he did, not even another pedophile. He did a good job of it too. He was completely unaware that there were two others just like him in the school.

We slipped into the equipment room without a single cub noticing. It smelled heavily of leathery rubbers and plastics, dirty paws on basket balls and soccer balls, but it reminded me of sports so it was a good smell to me. Mr. Martin closed the door behind us; taking one last glance out the tiny slit before letting it click shut.

"Did you have a nice weekend?" The wolf asked, grabbing at his crotch with a large lupine paw. I nod and tell him about how my dad had let me and a friend spend the night together playing Xbox all night (Until 12am). He nodded himself and said: "That's good, that's good. So can you take off those clothes for me, Kasai?"

I chuckle at his lack of decency and happily take my P.E. shirt off. I see the wolf smile as I slowly let my black gym shorts hit the floor; carefully stepping out of them. Before I have a chance to look up I feel two furry paws under my arms as I'm lifted up off the ground. My rear meets lacquered wood as I'm placed on a shelf, bringing me to eye level with the grey canine. I can see the familiar hungry look in his pale blue eyes, the same look I usually see in Gus and my father. In Dallas it's more of a desperate look, a look that almost makes me sad sometimes, but I almost forget him entirely for the time being.

"Mmmm, that feels good." I whisper as the paws find my sac, thumb massaging my sheath. It makes me shiver and I get hard almost instantly. I see the pleased look in Mr. Martin's eyes before he leans me back to get at my hail hole. His thick canine tongue always made my tail feathers twitch when he rimmed me. I think it had to do with the size of the appendage, because I know my father could never do that to me.

My legs hugged the wolf's head in pleasure, wing arms sprawling out to either side of me as I'm pleasured from the inside out; all a natural reflex. I can't help but grin, however, at the slurping noises he makes, the 'mmmms' and the 'ummms' as he tastes hawk and porcupine cum. I'm not sure if he knew what he was experiencing but I guess he just figured that's how I tasted. It's was a Monday after all.

"Ughha" I breathed, my dick throbbing as the tongue slipped out of me. Mr. Martin was really good at pleasuring me while pleasuring himself; though his tongue couldn't make me cum alone, it felt good enough to want to touch myself. The thought vanished quickly though when he straightened up and reached inside his shorts to find his hardening wolf-hood.

The cotton fell away; I could hear the light sound of it hitting his foot-paws under the stroking noises of paw-pads on flesh. Excitement coursed through me with the familiar sensation of warm pre pattering against my hole. When the tip finally came in contact with the ring of muscle I couldn't help but hold my breath. I knew he was big, I knew he was forceful at times, and I knew he had a knot. I nearly convulsed as the tip punctured me, my breath being expelled out of my lungs like a vacuum. My wings and eyes clenched shut as the pain seared through my lower body.

"Fuck, you're such a big boy, Kasai." The wolf cooed, pressing into me inch by inch. I didn't take another breath until the knot was flush against my hole, its path barred. He had only been able to get the knot in me once before, and I was sore for a week afterwards, but that was a year ago almost, and I knew I was already loose enough, so if he asked to today, I decided I'd let him.

I breathed in through my nose the strong scent of canine musk and smiled weakly. I wasn't really in pain, It's just that even daddy was smaller than Mr. Martin, so even though I was used to being fucked, I could never get used to the huge canine cock now inside of me with a fuck regiment of only once a week.

The wolf grinned down at me, the fire in his eyes burning wildly as he pulled out. I could feel every nook and cranny in the dick, every throb, every spurt of pre until it was thrust back in, pounding against my prostate with a vengeance. I couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure. It was loud but I knew no one could hear us outside the room. That was why he liked it in here, it was virtually sound proof.

He pulled out and thrust again, raising another loud moan from me. I knew he liked the sounds of cubby pleasure, so I always put on a show for him. Though it didn't involve acting, because most of the time it really was from the pleasure. Each time the thing was pulled out and pushed back in I would moan, gasp, or sigh. Even when his pace quickened and became repetitive, there was always a little gasp that would escape my beak as I was pummeled on the inside.

"Say you want my cock." The wolf growled, his face contorted into a fierce grin. I could smell his musk, strong and very male, very dominant. It turned me on.

"I want your cock, Kevin." I moaned his first name, knowing it would turn him on too. He chuckled a throaty laugh, placing his paws on my chest as he thrust like a piston, in and out of my pre dripping hole. That was one thing about canines I found that I like; they pre a lot. I know that I couldn't yet, but my father could pre quite a bit, but nowhere near as much as this wolf. He could pre as much as he came sometimes.

He bent in, wolf muzzle running along my belly to my chest, smelling in the scent of young hawk. I liked that about him, it wasn't always about his pleasure. His lips came to my beak and soon he was shoving his tongue down my throat the best he could. I just held my beak open, remembering how my mother used to feed me when I was very young, except now I was being feed a thick canine tongue.

I clenched my muscles against the cock and shook as it forced its way in, oblivious to the strain I put on it. It hurt a bit more this way, but when I would let go I noticed the knot would press into me a little bit at a time. Mr. Martin noticed this and pulled his mouth from mine. When he looked into my eyes and I grinned I knew the question before it passed his black lips.

"You want my knot, Kasai?" He asked, never letting his pace slip below a 'steady fucking'. I nodded and played with my sac, the heat from my hole and his cock radiating up into my feathers. I had only been tied once before, like I said, but I remembered now that I had been stuck to him and that just sounded really hot, so I was willing to try it again.

"No problem." The wolf growled in delight. He slowed his trusts, but they became rougher, more painful; I loved it. Each time his knot would slam against the opening, demanding entrance, but being denied every time. I clenched my muscles one more time before it sank into to me, the length of fleshy meat sliding in like nothing until the bulging knot was stopped dead, half way through. I expected him to pull out and try again but he didn't. Instead he pressed into me, his whole weight nearly crushing me under his muscle mass. I tried to relax what I could, my body quivering from the sensation, and I felt the knotted meat inch its way, centimeter by centimeter until: Pop.

My eyes opened wide as the thrusting resumed, but it was different this time, shorter. Kevin Martin held my legs up, paws under my knees and fucked me, the knot now straining to 'break free' of its new prison. I don't even think the tip of his cock left my screaming prostate. I grabbed hold of the canine's arms and held on for dear life as my entire length pulsed with the new sensation. I couldn't even moan; I had lost my voice in the heat of the moment.

"I'm going to mate you, Kasai." The wolf growled, trying to hold back his howl. All I could to was clench my eyes shut as I erupted at the same time the white, wolf seed painted my insides. I felt a few strands of my own splatter my beak while the rest just dribbled out of my cock as it bounced in orgasm. I felt the pressure of cum continuing to build on my insides and knew almost right away when he tore his knot from my hole what would come gushing from within. My tail feathers were drenched as the thick seed splashed to the floor. It was almost surprising to see the wolf cock still dripping when I finally sat up.

I stared at it with reverence, the magnificent dick hanging above two perfectly round orbs of grey fur. I grinned up at the wolf as he patted me on the head.

"I know you want to get back to football," he said panting, his tongue hanging slightly from the side of his muzzle. I knew he was thoroughly satisfied for the week, his face painting that much of a picture easily. I grinned and nodded. "but, I think you should go take a shower while I clean this up."

I looked down to where he had pointed and stared in amazement at the pool of cum at his feet. He bent down and pulled his underwear and shorts to his waist and lifted me up off the shelf like he had before. I picked up my clothes, giving the canine a nice view of my used, dripping hole and scampered through the door that led to the empty locker room.

I showered quite quickly and put my clothes on anew after standing in the dryers for only a minute. My shirt clung to my damp chest feathers but I didn't mind, knowing I would be out under the sun in a matter of moment. In the equipment room, I find Mr. Martin just finishing mopping up his spilled seed. I grin as I watch him wring out the mop head. When he notices me he gives me a simple nod which in my case is a signal to go enjoy myself. I run from the room until I get to the box of flags. I pull out a red one and fasten it around my waist. The other cubs were just kinda standing around, kicking their foot-paws around, but when they saw me they knew I was serious about Gym class.

"Come on, let's play some football." I nearly shout and kick the ball down field.

After School

"Hey dad, can I go over to Royce's house today? His dad is picking him up right now and I wanted to know if I can stay over there for an hour or so." I say holding the borrowed cell phone up to my ear, my free wing crossing my fingers up in front of my beak. The badger before me grinned and held up both of his paws, crossing both fingers, looking hopeful. I focused on my task at hand but couldn't help but notice how good the boy looked in his loose soccer shorts.

"I was just about to come pick you up, son; I got my pants on and everything." I hear Takr say on the other line.

"Please, I'll be home by three thirty, I promise." I say and I know my father's weighing his options.

"Alright, but I want you to call me when you get there, I want to make sure it's okay with Mr. Rice if you can."

"Dad, Royce already talked to him and he said I could." I pleaded with him.

"Okay, but I still want you to call me."

"Fine." I say and give the badger a thumbs up. He silently cheers. "I'll call you when I get there. Bye."

Royce's father was a big guy for a computer programmer, he was short, but his biceps were almost bigger than my head. He drove a five seat pick-up truck with a naughty sticker on the back window. We climbed up into the back cab and grinned as the hulking badger up front turned up his music and began to drive home. The metal made my ears hurt, but it was still fun to listen to, Royce and I pretended to be rock stars in the back until we got to his house.

It was nice, a two story townhouse with a slight modern touch to it. It had a rod iron gate that enclosed a perfectly tilled yard. We stumbled out of the truck and I watched Royce hug his father; I nearly got an erection just watching. I knew that a father-son relationship, like the one I had with my dad, wasn't very common, but it didn't stop me from imagining that it was. I couldn't help but visualize the larger badger tearing his son's clothes from his back right there in the drive way, lying him down on the soft green grass, and taking him right there. I had to rearrange myself in my shorts before we made the trek up to Royce's room.

I called my father while Royce changed out of his soccer shorts. I wish I could have watched him do so but I had to paw the phone over so he could talk to Jacob (Royce's father) and before I knew it we were half way to the first boss in Final Fantasy XIII. I really liked the new battle system, it sucks that you can't run from battles, but it's easy to avoid them. I also loved the new way you can do better combos, you actually have to find certain ways to kill each kind of monster; it's really challenging.

Royce was really good at it, I watched as his black and white body couldn't help but move with each attack. It made me grin with more reasons that one. I had a thing for adults, but that didn't mean I didn't like they way boy's my age looked. I remember last year when Royce has braces, he smiled really cutely and I couldn't help but kiss him. That was what I thought had made him blush today at lunch. After Math class one day, I turned to him (We sat by each other) and kissed him before he could put his pencil case away. My tongue had slipped easily inside the surprised badger's mouth, running along the metal in his mouth. He didn't get mad at me, but he was definitely embarrassed. He avoided me for a week or so after that until I told him that I was sorry and to forget about it. He said he would with a red face and so far he had. I hadn't tried to do anything else with him since, but boy have I wanted to.

"Oh my god," we both breathed as he engaged the fist boss in a fight. We were both still pretty impressed with the graphics and the in battle scenes were nearly the same as the ones outside. I placed a wing on his thigh and pretended to squeeze in anticipation; I noticed his head glance down at it but was brought back to the game before he could say anything; we both were entranced by it.

"Careful, look..." I say pointing at the screen with my free wing.

"I see, I see." Royce said, his high pitched bark ringing in my ears like a pup in panic. It took a moment, but he found the appropriate way to defeat the boss in a triumphant flurry of combos. We threw our paws and wings in the air, the controller falling to the floor as he cheered. It was a simple win, but we always overreacted at times like that. I threw my arms around him and hugged, he didn't fight back right way and returned it, his paws feeling warm on my back. When he went to pull away however, I held on, a few seconds longer, feeling him squirm in my embrace, but before it got too unpleasant I let him go and turned back to the screen to watch the cut scene. He slumped against his bed frame as I watched with a slight smile.

I could feel his stare linger on me for a few seconds, when he turned back to the television I saw that he would still steal glances at me. I couldn't quite tell, but from his sudden scent I could tell he was, conflicted, at best.

"Hey boys, I brought you guys up some sandwiches," Jacob said a moment latter. I look up to see the older badger holding a large platter of toasted sandwiches. "BLTs with soy bacon for Kasai." I grin at the thoughtfulness and I am first to take a triangle cut. Royce takes the plate and stares at his father for a moment.

"You still have sodas in the fridge right?" Jacob asked his son with a paw pointing to the mini fridge in the corner of his room. The room was pretty big and had some neat stuff in it. I didn't bother telling anyone about it at first because I was too busy thinking about naughty things. But the fridge sat just to the right of the door as you walk in. Directly across from it was his closet and his entertainment stand where his 37 inch VISO sat on top it. His bed, a queen size, was at the center of the room; it was that which Royce had leaned against when I had first hugged him.

"Yeah dad, I do." Royce said a little weakly. I knew I had really shaken him up, it was almost strange, like he had completely forgotten that we and shared a kiss before until just now. Like I had said before, I had watched to my enjoyment as lots of the boys around me had begun to experience puberty. I'm not sure what Royce thought about boys kissing each other, but I knew it made him uncomfortable for some reason.

"Alright." Jacob said sniffing the air, probably smelling his son's apprehensive scent. "Everything alright in here?"

"Of course!" I say brightly and look at my friend with nothing but happiness. "We just beat the first boss. Royce was awesome."

"Yeah dad," He said putting on a believing grin. "It's fine."

"Okay, enjoy your snack; I'll be down in the office if you need me." The larger badger said and turned on the spot, closing the door behind him. I take another bite out of my sandwich before turning to Royce.

"Can I get a drink?" I ask.

"Y-yeah." He replied his anxiousness still there but masked by confidence. I swallow the rest of my snack and rise to my claws in one fluid motion before trotting to the fridge. Inside I find an assortment of colas, none of which I like very much. I do however find a bottle of water and grab it before asking if Royce wanted one. He requests a Dr. Pepper and I close the box. When I go to paw it to him he hesitates before talking it and when I sit down he doesn't start on his second sandwich right away.

"Kasai." I hear as I chomp into the veggie snack.

"Nhm?" I ask with my mouth full of food.

"D-do, do you remember last year?" He asks and I look him in the eyes. He's holding his soda in his paws, passing the cold aluminum back and forth from one to the other. I know right away what he means but being the bird I am I pretend I don't.

"Sure, remember when Thomas S. got in trouble for coming to school like a girl for Halloween?" I say and pretend to laugh. He nods and pretends to.

"Yeah," He said, looking down into his lap. I open my water and wash my food down, swallowing two gulps down before he continued. "Do you remember that day in Mr. Cardigan's class?"

"When we had to work on fractions all day long?" I ask not wanting to bring up the kiss first.

"Yeah," He says again, trying real hard to sound composed. "Do you remember after the bell rang, and you um, you know, you kissed me?"

"Yeah," I say simply, as if he had asked me about one of the math problems. "I remember."

He looked up at me, his dark eyes searching for something. I wasn't sure what, but I knew that he wasn't holding anything against me so I grin slightly.

"Why did you do it?" He asked.

"Because you're cute." I say, this time turning red myself. I had never told another boy that he was cute before. I wasn't alone though. The white patches on Royce's face turned scarlet and I had to fight real hard not to laugh at the silliness between us.

There was a silence then. Not painful, but I knew we were both looking for something to say to the other. Our eyes seemed to drill holes into each other and it got to the point where we both had to look away.

"Would you want to kiss again?" I ask finding the courage first. It seemed to break him out of his silence but only sent him into a series of 'Ummms' and 'Uhhhs'. It was probably the cutest thing I had ever seen. "Or better yet." I say and lean in and place my wing in his crotch as I met his muzzle with my beak.

His whole body convulsed at the touch; eyes wide in shock, or panic, paws clenched in fear as I rubbed his privates. He was soft, but I could feel his sac beneath the fabric and it was enough to get me going so I knew he'd either fallow suit or panic and throw me off him because he was already taking after his father in size. Either way I was ready for them.

He yelped quietly as I pulled my mouth form his, spit connecting us for a moment; proof of our intimacy. I looked into his glazed eyes and chuckled, I didn't want to take advantage of him, but if he didn't stop me it was all but asking me to keep going. After a few more strokes in his lap I felt the familiar hardness accustomed to an erection so I moved my wing up his short pant legs, and found his white briefs below the dark blue fabric. His eyes shut again, but this time in pleasure, I'm sure, the familiar signs of delight painting his face like Da Vinci.

"Feel good?" I ask and receive only a hurried nod. I take that as permission enough to unbutton his shorts. He almost gasped when I pulled my wing away, but when I started to work on his zipper he looked down at his lap curiously.

"What are you doing?" He said in the faintest of whispers.

"Doing something you and me both will like." I say and nearly laugh when I hear him swallow hard. He sucked his stomach in as I fumbled with his button. When it was free I shifted both my wings under his butt. He gasped but soon realized what I was doing as I took hold of the back of his short's waistline. I pulled the shorts down along with his tighty-whities. The smell of thirteen year old musk hit me and I buried my beak in his crotch before he could say another word. Inhaling deeply the smell of pre-teen badger, I engulfed his semi hard erection. He couldn't pre yet so it was kinda dry, but that was nothing my tongue couldn't fix.

"Oh gods, Kasai" He gasped, paws pressing hard into the carpet as I deepthroated his four inch cock. "That feels," He tried to say but stopped short as I pulled up, trying to suck hard on the tip without hurting him with my beak. "Feels," I heard again but the words didn't make it past his quivering lips.

"Mhummm." I moan and slurp as I tucked my wing below Royce's leg and fondled his sac while my dripping spit soaked into his fur. I had better plans so I wanted him really slick. It made me think about Dallas for a moment. I didn't see him after P.E. and I only hoped he didn't get into trouble.

"Kasai," It was strange to hear him moan my name like that. I almost thought he was asking me another question, but when the paw came up to my head, clutching my feathers in its claws, I knew that he was enjoying this. I just squeeze the base of his cock and lick up the shaft like I had done to Gus and my father earlier in the day.

I reluctantly pulled my wing from the badger cock, but kept my tongue wrapped firmly around it as my head bobbed up and down. My own dick was pressing against my shorts and I needed to free it before I broke it or something. I worked on the cock in my mouth as I worked on my shorts. When I was finally free I pushed them down my legs until my tail feathers flipped up from the article of clothing. I couldn't see Royce, but I knew he had a good view of my ass so I wagged the brown, white, and red feathers, giving him a nice show, if he was even watching.

"Kasai." The moan made my dick twitch and luckily I had already had my fill of my friend's cock. I raised my beak from his spit soaked lap and gave him a huge grin. To my surprise he smiled back, a bit weaker, but it said he enjoyed it.

"You want to do something better?" I ask, seeing the fire still lit in his eyes. "Something only adults do?"

He seemed to think for a moment. I didn't blame him, this was kind of happening really fast, especially for his first time. I could slightly remember my first time with my father, how slow he had gone, the precaution he took when stretching me and making sure I was as comfortable as possible. I knew I wasn't pressuring him, just asking a question that I hoped to god he would say yes to.

"Um, sure, I guess." He said nervously glancing at his dick standing up in his lap, slick at snot and harder than dried oatmeal in the sink.

"Then we don't need these." I say and pull my shirt over my head before tossing it over the PS3 controller. The main character was still waiting for us to control her, (Another one of those strange creatures called humans). Royce stared at me for a moment, probably admiring my naked body, before he decided to copy me. I watched; my own dick throbbing as the badger lifted his white t-shit over his head. When he placed his on top of mine he put his paws back on the carpet, waiting for me to lead. "You know Royce, you're really hot."

The badger blushed hard as my eyes followed the trail of white that ran from his neck to his pubic fur; even half way down his thighs. He was on the soccer team so he was in better shape than any of our friends, even if he only was a goalie. He was bigger than his other teammates, but only by a little and about thirty pounds more than me. "Really?"

We were kind of a group of nerds, me and Royce and the group we hung out with during lunch. Not like geeks, but we weren't that popular, and we always talked about video games, so I knew that the badger had never had a girl tell him he was cute or hot before.

"Yep." I replied and leaned in to kiss the naked badger on the lips. This time he kissed back and I opened my mouth. He copied me and we found our tongues working each other over. It was extremely sexy, odd too, I had never really kissed someone like that before, so it was nice.

When we broke apart I lured him up with a finger, pulling him up onto his neatly made bed. I saw that he would stare at the door; edgy eyes casting nervous glances over my shoulder as I pushed him farther and farther back on his comforter. I knew he was concerned, maybe about being caught, but his father rarely disturbed us when we were up here. Pushing the thoughts out of my head and placing a wing on the badgers white furry chest I straddled him, drawing an even more curious stare from his face. I just grinned and massaged his cock behind me; still stick with spit.

"Want to fuck me?" I ask hoping he knew the expression.

He just nodded and it was all I needed to lower my butt onto the raging four inch hard-on. I sighed at the presence of a dick inside me. It was smaller than Dallas' but it was still a cock and it still felt good. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to cum with it, so I broke my rule and took hold of my cock, stroking my feathers up and down the shaft.

Royce's eyes seemed to bulge as I took him inside me, knowing that in a few minutes he would lose his virginity; a real big thing at school right now. I knew that he might turn this story into something straight, something he could tell his friends, our friends, but I didn't mind. I was only concerned with making the badger boy cum, to experience his first sexual orgasm with pleasure, and with a good friend.

"Heck yeah Royce, You feel really good." I say in exaggeration. He seemed to like it and grinned up at me as he tried to thrust up into me. It amazed me how quickly he was catching on to the situation, and I rewarded him with a deep, warm kiss on the mouth. His dick slipped from me, being kind of short. But I was able to lower myself a bit more, reposition it, and continue the kiss as he plunged back inside me.

Again it was strange. I loved my father, I loved how he fucked me and loved when I blew him, when he kissed me and told me he was proud of me. But with Royce it was a different feeling, almost softer, even though he was trying to buck up into me like a kid with Torrettes.

"Have you ever cum before? You know, pawed off?" I asked between thrusts and strokes of my cock. He seemed to turn red again, talking about naughty stuff, but he nodded and grinned as if asking why.

"Do you want to mate me like an adult?" I ask, not sure if he even knew that term either. He nodded again and I smiled, ridding him like a rodeo clown rides a bull. "Then can we get into a better position?"

'Good boy,' I said to myself as he simply nodded again and I slipped off him without another word. I positioned myself at the edge of his bed, my ass in the air, the side of my face pressing into the down blanket. "Fuck me." I said as I watched him sit up. He looked from me to my perky tail feathers and returned my smile with a toothy grin. His warm paws grabbed hold of my sides and without much instruction plunged himself back into me.

I moaned out loud, not so much in pleasure or pain, but just for the sake of turning my friend on. It seemed to work too, he speed up instantly though I heard his worried voice rise up from the wet slap of balls against balls.

"Shhhh Kasai, I don't want my dad to hear." He said but his actions didn't say otherwise so I moaned again. Somewhere deep down inside me I did want his father to hear. I wanted him to come up here and find up both. I knew it was a fantasy, but it didn't hurt thinking about it, right?

"Don't worry, just let me know when you're about to, you know, cum." I say taking hold of my dangling length. I heard him chuckle even though it probably embarrassed him.

"I think I'm already about to." He said above me and it subconsciously made my wing beat my dick faster. "I haven't, you know, pawed in a while."

I chuckled even as the badger's thrusts became quicker and uneven. That was one of the reasons why I liked adults, they knew how to fuck correctly, Royce wasn't nearly as bad as my troubled porcupine bully, but he was still a thirteen year old.

I stroked as fast as I could, I wasn't sure if I could make it in time, and I knew I was too late when I heard the badger bark out a yip that somehow told me he was cumming; his paws on my hips tightening their grip, clutching fists full of feathers in the process. I clenched my muscles like I had with Mr. Martin only hours ago, giving the boy as much pleasure as I could. I wanted him to remember his first fuck like it was yesterday. Hell, I wanted to remember this, strange feelings and all.

"Royce!?" The deep voice startled me. I felt the warm, throbbing cock slip from my ass, cum seeping out of my hole in a steady stream. I craned my neck around, pass the younger badger's knees to see the larger standing in the doorway, paw still on the door knob. I felt my insides go numb.

"Daddy I..." I heard Royce whimper like a wounded pup. I fell to the side, away from the older badger only to straighten myself out so I could sit up properly. My friend was sitting back on his calves, holding his paws over his cum covered cock to hide his sloppy erection from his father; not that you couldn't tell what was behind them. I wasn't so optimistic but I did the same, trying my best to look innocent even though I wasn't.

Jacob wrinkled his nose at the strong scent of seed, his son's seed, as he folded his arms. His body told me he was angry, but his face, quite shocked at having found his son and his friend in the position they had been, said otherwise. I knew there wasn't any way to explain ourselves, not having any excuse that could save us from such a predicament, but mind went into overdrive regardless. I thought of all the excuses I have thought up over the years, the ones I would use to get myself out of trouble if the problem ever arose. I almost gave up, let Royce's father lash out at us; have him call my father where I would have to deal with him. While not necessarily a bad thing, I didn't like when my dad yelled at me. So at the last moment it came to me.

"W-what do you two t-think you were...doing?" That deep, somewhat scary, voice spoke with obvious authority. I felt small, but I pulled up all the courage I had within my small hawk body, if not for me, then for my wide eyed, terrified, friend.

"Fucking." I said calmly. Both those black and white heads turned to me. I grinned and it hurt my stomach to do so. I could still feel the cum dripping out of my hole and I hope that we could get through this unscathed so that I could have another chance to share myself with the badger. He was a pretty decent fucker.

"F-fu..." The older badger sputtered as he hesitated, not wanting, I'm sure, to use the word in front of his son even though I had just said it out loud. He sputtered out a few more illegible rounds of words before he found the simplest thing to say. "What do you mean?"

I grin again and turned around, showing the older badger my cum covered hole. "See, Royce lost his virginity. He was awesome Mr. Rice." I say, trying to convey that the whole thing was a 'good' thing. I wasn't sure if it was gonna work, but it was worth a shot.

If anything it made the horror on both their faces worse. Royce looked ready to sick up, and I could tell that Jacob was shaking with fury. Maybe my plain wasn't working, but I wasn't going to quit there. I rolled back around and slid my talons to the soft carpet floor where this whole thing had started. I looked pleadingly into the badger's eyes.

"Please, don't be mad at Royce." I say, pretending to act worried now. I hoped that if I could gain a bit of pity from him, it might help the situation a bit. "It was my idea."

I'm not sure if Royce would pick up on my charade. The little badger sat with tears running down the black upside-down triangle marks on his face while his father's gaze seemed to cut into him. I only hoped my words would reach him enough to knock him out of his petrified state, and hoped to the gods that his father was a little more understanding than he seemed. I felt words flooding me then. Threatening to spill up out of my mouth if I tried to refuse them; words I had never used before but now, in this 'sticky' situation, they seemed to be more than perfect.

"I-I love Royce, Mr. Rice, he's been my friend since the third grade and, and he's always been the nicest to me in school. I just told him that I loved him, and, I'm sorry, I kissed him." I took another breath, having exhaled all the air in my lungs to say that. I wasn't acting either. I held on to the feelings I had had while 'having sex' with Royce, the feelings I had never felt before. I remember what Gus had said to me during lunch. He said I'm a handsome hawk, that I could get any boy. I only hoped that Royce would feel the same, or at the very least remain my friend after this was over. "It was my fault, don't blame Royce, I asked him to do this, if it wasn't for me, he'd never had done anything. I just, he's a really great boy and..."

I tried to sound at a loss of words while I lowered my beak in shame. To tell the truth, I did feel bad. I could possibly lose my best friend; the one furson I had had sex with and felt something special during. I held my wings together and pretended to whisk my feathers through one another. When I looked up the older badger was still standing cross-armed, but something was different. His features seemed softer, his brows arched and deep dark eyes looking like he was thinking a million things over in his head.

"Do you feel the same son?" The voice almost made both of us jump. I stared in near disbelief at the older badger before turning to the younger. Royce turned red over the white bridge of his nose and looked down into his paw covered lap. I knew he felt on the spot, on blast in front of his father and naked friend. I only prayed he said something in my favor.

"I-I," Royce's higher pitched voice spoke like a whisper of a ghost. "Kasai is a good friend, and I knew he liked me, for a while now. And I think I like him too..."

He couldn't say anything else. He was too caught up in his own thoughts, like his father. This was all very new to both of them and I could understand. I knew thirteen year old boys just don't have sex every day, and I could understand what it would feel like for Jacob to find his 'normal' son naked and with his 'penis' in another boys 'butt'. It would have been humorous to me if it weren't for the situation. I just stare at the badger who had been my friend for five years and feel tears start to well up in my eyes. This new feeling was strange, but I knew what I wanted to ask him now, but I wanted to hug him more than anything.

I climb back onto the bed in a frenzy and throw my wings around the badger's neck and hug him, crying into chest fur. I know he's shocked and I'm too emotionally compromised to care. I'm not even sure where this emotion had come from. I used my older brain to try and rationalize it. It could be that having lost my virginity at eight and being the bottom boy so many times to adults and bullies made me emotionally and psychologically messed up. But at this point I don't really care. I just hug my friend and find, to my delight, that he hugs me back; our naked bodies becoming one once again as I nestled him with my beak where he kissed me back, and this time in front of his father.

"Um, uh, boys, maybe enough is enough for, hey, son....."

At Home

It was cold even in the heated SUV, Jacob had his music turned down low and kept clearing his voice in embarrassment. I knew why and it made me chuckle to myself as I listened to the fast heavy music. We pulled onto my street and my mind wandered back to the badger we had left at his house. Jacob had told him he better be showered and started on his homework when he got back. It reminded me that I had a few pages of stuff to do too but tonight was Monday night football, and I knew Takr was waiting for me at home, in only a Chargers jersey and a jock strap. I had my own in my closet but I'd have to half watch the game and do my work so I might have to watch it in what it had on.

The older badger hadn't looked my way the entire trip, I knew he wasn't mad, he had talked to us both about privacy and being safe, things I already knew. It surprised me how well he had taken the whole 'his son may be gay' thing. I knew they were close, but I guess he loved his son enough not to care about his sexuality. Besides, Jacob had a younger son with his wife, so I knew he only hoped he would turn out straight. When we pulled into my drive way next to my dad's Avalanche he put the parking brake on and turned to me as I unbuckled myself.

"Well, have a good night, Kasai. Remember what we talked about." He spoke in a level voice but I could hear the slight inflection in his throat that gave him away. I just nodded as he continued. "We'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yep, thanks for the ride Mr. Rice." I say zipping up my sweater before I hop down from the large truck. I wave once before shutting the door and running up the walk way to my front door, my breath visible in the cold late air. I wait for the black car to start rolling backward before I open the door.

A wave of heat meets me as the door reveals a fire burning in the hearth, the smell of salmon and rice bombarding my senses like the wall of warmth. I drop my book bag at the door and make my way to the kitchen to find father in the usual Monday night attire, only with an apron on. He was stirring something over the stove. I sneak up behind him and wrap my wings around him, going straight for his jock strap covered sheath under the apron. I knew it was dangerous, him cooking and all, but he was just stirring rice in a pot, not grilling the salmon already laid out on the counter.

He jumped at my touch but only slightly. I knew he had been expecting me.

"Kasai?" He said turning his head to the side to peer down at me; my green eyes meeting his brown ones. "Didn't hear you come in."

"I'm sneaky." I said and let his waist and sheath go to take a step back so my father could place the lit on the steaming, stainless steel pot. He pulled the apron up off his head and hung it back up on a hook beside the fridge. I watched his leg muscles work below his feathers and think about how I'll tell him that I have a boyfriend now. I hoped he'd be okay with it. He hardly ever got mad at me, unless I didn't clean up a mess I made, and that was hardly ever, anymore.

"Hope you're hungry." He said rubbing his belly with a wing when he turned around. My head rose to his and a grinned patting my own.

"Yup." I chirped and remembered my homework again. "I need to do homework; can I stay in my school clothes for dinner and the game?"

"Humm," He thought for a moment. I knew he liked me when I was in my jersey and my white briefs, but I knew he was weighing it with me doing well in school. "Think you can get it all done by half time?"

"Yes sir," I chimed.

"Good, now go wash your feathers, dinner is ready." He spoke and turned back to the stove where he turned the burner off under the pot.

"M'kay," I sounded off and took off down the hall to wash up.

We ate at the table, listening to the pre-game show while we chatted about our days. Takr knew I was 'friendly' with some people at school, but he never worried about me. He knew that I knew how to take care of myself. I never really told him who it was through; he trusted my judgments and I only told him what I did: kind of like tallying off each experience. I sucked two cocks today, got fucked three times. It was sort of like a game: The Monday Game, I called it because it usually only happened on Mondays; something to start a fresh week off with. The rest of the week was dedicated to my father; the love of my life, at least until today.

I worried about telling him and each time I got close to the subject, I'd back away. I didn't want my father to be upset that there was someone else who was special to me, someone to replace him eventually. I didn't want to see him sad. But I knew I had to tell him; I never kept anything from him, mostly.

"Daddy," I spoke as I held the last bite of salmon to my beak. I didn't care for meat, but fish was another thing. It was tasty and never gave me any problems, not like the one I had now.

"Mhn?" He said patting his rounded belly with his fullness. He was such a handsome bird and it almost made my heart ache to say the words I was about to speak. I just hoped it would all be okay. I took the last bite of food into my mouth and swallowed before speaking, the words seeping from my mouth like molasses.

"I have a boyfriend..."

He didn't react at first. He just kept staring up at the ceiling as his wing lazily stroked his stomach. It's almost like he heard what I said but didn't register what it meant. I waited, and slowly his eyes shifted, the words making themselves clear in his mind. His eyes fell on me. I expected a scowl but all I got was a smile.

"Really?" He asked his voice warmer than I had heard it in a long time. It made my insides go mushy, or at least that's the only way I can describe it. I felt weak, the kind of weakness you got when you hear good news after worrying for hours. Your body relaxed and the tense muscles in you back ease up and you feel soft and pliable. "Is he a good kid?"

I nod slowly in somewhat of a daze. "It's Royce Rice."

"Ah, I see." He spoke, leaning forward so he could place his elbows on the table where he crossed his feathers and stared at me. It was a nice look though, not questioning, only curious. "So that's why you wanted to stay at his house. Mr. Rice didn't mind I hope. He didn't catch you doing anything naughty, did he?"

"Well," I couldn't lie, but I didn't have to tell him everything. "He found us, after we were done; he was almost angry, I think, but I explained myself and said that I loved Royce. I really do, I've never felt this way before."

Takr seemed to think for a moment, his eyes dark brown pools of mystery. I realized I hardly knew anything about my father, other than the fact that he was a good father; despite having first had sex with me at eight.

"When your mother died," He spoke, and I knew he was going to tell me something about himself. I listened carefully, savoring the moment for what it was. "All I had was you. You were my child, my offspring, my everything. I loved you, more than I loved your mother possibly. I fought with the idea for many, many days before I made my choices, but when I finally acted on them, I felt closer to you then I ever had; almost as if my love for you tripled that day."

He paused for a moment, shifting his large body in his chair. I could hear the announcers on the television saying something about one of the players. The game would be starting very shortly.

"I've had to live with a secret after that day," He continued. "A small price to pay, I think, when I look at the picture as a whole. You're smart, you're attractive, and you're becoming a very fine young hawk. The only thing I wasn't able to give you was a normal kind of love. None of the bullies and the other fools at your school can give you this. If you think you've found someone that makes you feel good there." He pointed at the table where my crotch was underneath. "And right here." He said and pointed at my chest, where underneath my shirt was the fiery mark of red feathers, and underneath that was my heart that thumped in my chest like a taiko drum. "Then that's all that matters."

When he smiled at me, I knew it was an infectious one. My beak split in a grin and I couldn't help but jump to my claws and embrace the larger bird; my wings wrapped around his neck while he patted my back.

"But the game is starting," He said into my ear and I chuckled. "So let's clean our plates and settle down in the living room. I pulled away from our hug feeling renewed somehow and nodded to him.

We cleaned our dishes and set them to dry. My father sat down with a grunt and a pleasurable sigh in the middle of the couch, directly in front of the T.V. as I retrieved my book bag. I did my 'Human Farm' class work and quickly zipped through science and math. I was done by the first quarter and jumped in the shower at half time. I walked straight to my room without a towel and threw my jersey over my head without pulling on the underwear; a present for my dad.

I picked a spot on the couch next to the bigger bird and cuddled up next to him as we finished watching the commercials. I looked up into my dad's eyes and just smiled, swimming in the depths of his maleness, his featheriness, my father. I notice a wing move out of the corner of my eye, moving the jockstrap out of the way and when I looked, an erect, throbbing, cock greeted me.

"It's not very good to cheat," He spoke softly to me, my eyes glued to the massive organ. "When you become committed to someone, it's not a very good thing to do anything else with someone while in that relationship. But since this is your first day and technically you don't start dating until the day after, maybe you want to have one last treat from your old man?"

The words filled my heart up with an incredible warmth that the fireplace couldn't match. I looked up into his golden brown eyes and simply bobbed my head up and down; speechless at the very best. He returned his fatherly smile and everything was perfect. I almost expected to feel the same thing I felt with Royce, but when I let his warm cock fill my mouth it was just like any other Monday night.

End

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