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Buster Baxter could not believe what was happening to him right now. He had every reason to believe that staying at Mr. Ratburn's house would be dull, possibly even worse, but his third grade teacher had pleasantly surprised him by not only being cool, but allowing the rabbit to call him by his first name, letting him swear, and giving him beer to drink, which as the rat said, he would not like the taste at first, but no one drank it for that reason. Buster found out exactly why people drank it when he starting experiencing the affects of the beverage. He was having a hell of a good time.

As Buster and Mr. Ratburn enjoyed their drinking, they sat around the living room, talking about whatever came to their minds. Buster had never felt so free to talk to his teacher.

"You know," said the rabbit, setting down his beer. "Everything in life was fine, or at least pretty good until Arthur moved away. It all just went to shit after that, Nigel."

"I know, I know," said Mr. Ratburn. "It's never easy when your best friend moves away, but it doesn't have to be that bad, pal. You know, you kids have the internet, unlike when I was growing up. You can use that Skype to chat with Arthur everyday if you wanted."

"You're right," said Buster, picking up his beer and taking another drink. "But it's just not the same as when he's here in the flesh. I mean, we did everything together, went everywhere together, and then one day he says his family's moving out of state, and there's nothing I can do about it. Nothing."

"Still you should try and stay friends with him. I know it seems like a long time from now, but if you keep in contact with him, one day you might be able to go to the same college as him, then you'll be together again. After college, who knows? You could even move to the same town or city together."

Buster's eyes, despite being noticeably intoxicated, brightened up. "I never thought about that."

"Like I said, it's a long time from now, but it could happen," said Mr. Ratburn. "Hey, how about I put on some music?"

"Sure," said Buster, still buzzed from the beer and the thought of being reunited one day with his best friend. "Whatcha like to listen to?"

"Oh," said Mr. Ratburn, standing up and chuckling. "I'm a big metalhead."

"Really?" said Buster, surprised that the ever-so-proper rat would listen to such a genre of music. "I would have never guessed."

"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?" said Mr. Ratburn, grinning at his student. "Give me a second." The rat went over to the home stereo and simply pushed play since he already had the CD in he wanted to listen to. The sound of heavily distorted guitars, double-bass drums and growling vocals quickly hit Buster's ears, who was still in shock at Mr. Ratburn's choice of music.

"This is pretty cool," said Buster, banging his head. "You listen to this a lot?"

"Yep," said Mr. Ratburn. "I always listen to some kick-ass metal when I'm grading papers. Helps keep me focused."

Buster giggled at Mr. Ratburn's saying the word "ass". The two creatures sat around and listened to several tracks, when Mr. Ratburn noticed just how much Buster had drank.

"Say," said the rat. "I'd slow down on the booze for a while, Buster."

"Why?" asked the rabbit, who was having a wonderful time. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want you to get a hangover tomorrow morning," said the rat. "They're never fun to deal with."

"What's a hangover?" inquired Buster, having never heard the word before.

"It's when you wake up with a nasaty headache, an upset stomach, and you feel like you want to lie down and die," said Mr. Ratburn. "Since it's your first time drinking, you're way more likely to get one if you don't stop now."

Buster looked at his beer before setting it down and shoving it away from him. "Guess I'd better go easy on it, huh?"

"I would," said Mr. Ratburn. "Hear, let me get you something for a headache and some sports drink. That should guarantee that you won't get dehydrated, which is what causes a hangover."

Mr. Ratburn left the living room, but quickly came back with the things he said he would. Buster swallowed the pills and washed it down with a large glass of blue liquid, the sports drink Mr. Ratburn had spoken of. The beverage had a very sweet taste, especially after drinking the bitter beer. Buster and Mr. Ratburn continued listening to music and talking about life, and as time passed, Buster felt the affects of the beer wearing off until he was conmpletely sober. He looked at his phone and realized it was getting pretty late.

"Oh, wow," said Buster. "Look at the time. I better get ready for bed."

"Oh," said Mr. Ratburn. "You don't have a bedtime here. You can go to bed whenever you want."

Buster, who was about to get his bag to find his toothbrush and toothpaste, turned around and looked at his teacher. "Really? I don't have to go to bed now?"

"Not if you don't want to," said Mr. Ratburn. The rat went over and turned off the music that had been playing, making the living room sound almost as quiet as a mausoleum. He sat back down next to Buster, who appeared quite happy that he wasn't being forced to go to bed right now.

"Mr. Ratburn?" said the rabbit.

"What is it?" asked the rat.

"I gotta ask," said the rabbit. "Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just . . . I'm having a hard time figuring you out."

Mr. Ratburn chuckled at Buster's bewilderment. "It's okay, Buster. I understand why you're so confused. You have to understand, at school I have to be professional, very professional. I'm a teacher, and a civil servant, so that means I have to conduct myself in a very specific fashion, especially around you kids, but that's my job. Here . . . here I can be myself. We can hang out, listen to music, drink beer . . ."

Buster interrupted his teaacher. "How old were you when you had your first beer, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all," said Mr. Ratburn. "I was the same age as you. The only difference between you and I was that I ended up with a hangover the next morning, and you probably won't since I gave you that stuff. Anyway, this is who I really am, Buster. I'm a pretty laid-back, easy-going kind of guy in my personal life, but I have to keep my personal and professional lives separate, although I guess I might have crossed the line when I gave you beer."

"I won't tell anybody," said Buster fundamentally. "I promise."

"I know you won't, Buster," said Mr. Ratburn, patting the rabbit on the shoulder. "You're a good kid, you've just had a really shitty time since your best friend moved away, which is why I'd like to be your friend, and your teacher."

"I'd like that," said Buster. "You're way cooler than I ever imagined, Mr. Ratburn, er, Nigel."

Mr. Ratburn grinned. "So, now that I know you won't say anything about the beer, would you be interested in doing something else that we'd have to keep a secret?"

"Sure," said Buster, who remembered how Mr. Ratburn had promised him that there would be things more fun than drinking that they could do. "What're we gonna do?"

Mr. Ratburn's face suddenly had a serious look to it. "Buster, what we're gonna do, I have to have your understanding that it stays strictly between us. You can't tell your mother, your father, you can't even tell Arthur, okay?"

"I understand," said Buster.

"And," added the rat. "If you want to stop at anytime, I will certainly do so."

"Okay," said Buster. "I promise this will stay strickly between us."

"Good boy," said Mr. Ratburn, his face now cheerful. "Come with me."

Buster followed Mr. Ratburn out of the living room and was surprised to find himself walking into Mr. Ratburn's bedroom. The rabbit looked around, seeing a neatly made large bed, a television with stereo and a lamp on a nightstand. Buster looked at his teacher, confused about what exactly was going on.

"So," said Buster. "What are we gonna do?"

Mr. Ratburn climbed into bed. "Here," he said, patting the bed. "Climb aboard, Buster."

Buster shrugged his shoulders, still not knowing what Mr. Ratburn had in mind, but willing to get into bed next to him. The rabbit saw his teacher take hold of a remote control that was on the nightstand and turn on the television directly across from them. Mr. Ratburn turned and grabbed hold of another remote. He pressed a few buttons and a suddenly there were two adult male rats sitting on a couch. Buster watched, not knowing what was going on, when someone off-camera asked the two male rats how long they had known each other. The first rat responded, saying "three years". The person off camera kept asking them more questions, but the one that really caught Buster's attention was when the person asked them if they were okay with "doing male-on-male stuff".

"Male on male stuff?" said Buster, looking at Mr. Ratburn.

"You'll see," said Mr. Ratburn.

Buster looked back at the television just in time to see the two rats turn and face each other. They slowly embraced in a hug and kissed. Buster's eyes grew wide at the scene. He didn't know what to say, but he couldn't take his eyes off what they were doing. He noticed that they weren't just kissing like a father would kiss his son, but they were actually kissing like a married couple or boyfriend and girlfriend would kiss.

"Like what you see?" asked Mr. Ratburn.

Buster turned and looked at him. "Yeah . . . yeah, I do."

"I was hoping you'd say that," said Mr. Ratburn. "It gets even better. Just watch."

Again, Buster turned his attention to the television. In time, the two male rats had taken off their shirts and spreading their paws all over each others' upper bodies. Buster's heart was beating fast as he witnessed the act, and soon he felt a strange sensation in between his legs. He reached a paw down, though he didn't put it inside his pants. He realized he was getting an erection. He'd had them before, but this was something entirely different. He looked back at Mr. Ratburn.

"My . . . my penis is getting hard," he told his teacher.

"That's because you're turned on by what you're seeing, Buster," Mr. Ratburn informed him.

It was then that Buster got an idea in his mind. "Can . . . can we . . . take off our shirts?"

"Of course," said Mr. Ratburn in a smooth voice. "Be my guest."

Buster pulled his shirt off, as did Mr. Ratburn. The rabbit was surprised when he got his first glimpse at Mr. Ratburn's shirtless upper body. It was pretty obvious that his teacher worked out. He had a lean, muscular physique that Buster had never noticed since Mr. Ratburn always had a dress shirt, tie and sports jacket on in class. Without even asking, Buster put his paws on Mr. Ratburn's chest, feeling his chiseled pectoral muscles. Realizing what he was doing, Buster pulled away, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," said Buster, blushing.

"Don't be," said Mr. Ratburn. "I'm glad you were good enough to make the first move."

Buster felt Mr. Ratburn's paw move over and touch him. Buster closed his eyes as his teacher ran his paw up and down the rabbit's chest and stomach. Buster felt both a pleasant calm at the touch as well as excitement at what Mr. Ratburn was doing to him. He closed his eyes, soaking up the older male's hands on attention.

"You like that, Buster?" asked Mr. Ratburn, his voice, quiet and calm.

"Yeah," said Buster, still enjoying the feeling. The rabbit opened his eyes in time to see that the two male rats in the movie had now taken off their pants, leaving them only in their underwear as they continued kissing and feeling up each other. Buster took his paws and once again felt Mr. Ratburn's chest and stomach. It was then that Mr. Ratburn made the next move. He stopped rubbing Buster's chest and stomach and put his arms around the rabbit, embracing him in a hug. Buster felt his heart beat even faster than before as the adult male rat pressed his lips against his own. Buster, still rubbing at the rat's chest felt Mr. Ratburn's tongue enter his mouth. He didn't fight it. He wanted this. He wrapped his arms around the rat as the two of them rolled around on the bed, making out. As their bodies were pressed against one another, it was then that Buster noticed something about his teacher.

"Hey," he said, breaking their kiss. "Your penis is hard too, isn't it?"

"Sure is," said Mr. Ratburn. The male rat looked at the television and noticed the two rats in the movie had gotten to a very juicy part. "See what they're doing, Buster?"

Buster turned and saw that both rats were now completely stripped of any clothing. The sight was like nothing Buster had ever seen before. He was completely transfixed at the spectacle. Both rats had the others' penis in their paws and were stroking it.

"Hey," said Buster. "Can we . . . can we get naked?"

Mr. Ratburn grinned from ear to ear. "You bet we can, Buster."

Buster smiled and quickly tried stripping off the remainder of his clothes, though it was challenging for the rabbit, being as excited as he was. Mr. Ratburn, reached over and unzipped Buster's pants before pulling down the rabbit's underwear. Buster slithered out of them and tossed them on the floor.. What he saw next was a real treat for the horny rabbit. Mr. Ratburn unzipped his pant, tossed them to the side, and then pulled off his underwear and got rid of them too. Buster's jaw dropped at the sight of his techer's hardened penis.

"Wow," said Buster. "I never knew they got that big."

"They sure do," said Mr. Ratburn as he looked at the rabbit's smaller, penis. Though Buster was dwarfed in comparison to his own manhood, he still was pretty well-endowed for his age, and being not yet full grown, Buster still had several years for his to reach a good length.

"Go ahead and touch it if you want," Mr. Ratburn told his student.

Buster slowly reached over, putting his hand on his teacher's cock. He had never in his life put his paw on any penis other than his own, so this was something new and special to the boy. Mr. Ratburn smiled contentedly as Buster took hold of his cock, moving his paw up and down on it, feeling it's length and girth. Without even asking, Mr. Ratburn moved his own hand over and stroked at Buster's hardened cock, though the rabbit certainly didn't object to the act. It seemed like with every new move, Buster found himself more and more excited. Never in a million years did he think staying at his teacher's home for the weekend would involve anything like this. As the two males gently stroked each others' cocks, Mr. Ratburn felt the need to inform Buster of something important.

"Buster," said Mr. Ratburn.

"Yes?" said the rabbit.

"I want you to know that ever since I've taught school, I've always had a one boy each year that I call my 'special boy'."

"Special boy?" said the rabbit.

"Yes," said the rat. "My special boy gets to come to my house, drink beer, listen to music, and most importantly, he gets to do what we're doing now."

"Am I your special boy this year?" asked Buster.

"You sure are," said Mr. Ratburn. "I thought you were incredibly sexy from the moment I laid eyes on you at the beginning of the school year."

Buster blushed at the comment. "Wow, I would have never guessed."

"It's true," said Mr. Ratburn. "And I think it's time we went a step further in our fun right now. Take a look at the movie, Buster."

Buster, who had completely forgotten that the movie was playing, looked at it, and what he saw surprised him even more than anything before. The first male rat was lying down on the couch, while the second male rat was on his knees. Buster couldn't believe what the second male rat was doing. He had opened his mouth and taken the first male rat's hard cock in his mouth.

"He's . . . he's got his penis in his mouth!" exclaimed the rabbit.

"Yes, he does," said Mr. Ratburn. "It's called cocksucking. Here, lie down and I'll demonstrate."

Buster did as he was asked. Mr. Ratburn moved his head down to Buster's crotch. He gave a few licks at the head of Buster's cock, and the rabbit shivered with delight at the touch of his teacher's tongue. Mr. Ratburn kept licking, only now his licks were from the head of Buster's cock all the way down to the base of it. Buster had never felt anything so good in all his life; even getting drunk paled in comparison. Mr. Ratburn, satisfied that he had done enough licking, opened his mouth and took Buster's entire length in without any resistance or gagging. Buster shivered even harder than before. What the rat was doing to him was beyond any words he could think of to describe the experience. Mr. Ratburn tongue and mouth going up and down on his cock was making the rabbit hornier and hornier by the second, until he felt a very strange sensation running through his body. Buster's breathing got quicker, shallower until the greatest feeling ever washed over him. He felt some kind of substance shooting from his cock into the rat's mouth before he breathed a long, hard sigh of relief. Mr. Ratburn stopped sucking, letting the softening penis fall out of his mouth. He moved up to get a better look at Buster.

"You enjoy that, Buster?" asked the rat.

"Oh . . . oh," said Buster, still panting. "That was . . . wow."

"I thought you'd like it," said Mr. Ratburn. "You think you might want to do the same to me?"

Buster looked in between Mr. Ratburn's legs, seeing his penis was as hard as ever. As well-hung as the rat was, Buster wasn't sure about how well he could do, but he was determined to repay the favor.

"I'll try," said Buster, getting up and moving down to his teacher's cock. "I might not be very good on my first try."

"Practice makes perfect, my boy," said Mr. Ratburn, grinning mischievously.

Buster giggled. He realized that this clearly wasn't going to be a one time event, and after having just experienced his first orgasm, that was fine by him. The rabbit moved his head down, now only inches away from the hard cock. Even though he'd just blown his load, the smell of aroused male was making him horny again. Taking hold of the dick with his right paw, he leaned down, letting his tongue touch the head of Mr. Ratburn's cock. He heard his teacher moan from the touch, so clearly he was doing okay for now. Just as Mr. Ratburn had done, Buster licked several times at the hard cock head then moved his tongue from the very tip, down to the base of it. Mr. Ratburn let the yong boy know he was doing fine by moaning several times, and by taking hold of Buster's ears and rubbing them affectionately. Buster licked harder, letting his tongue really dig into the rat's cock. Mr. Ratburn closed his eyes, being driven wild by the attention his student was showing him.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Now suck that cock, boy."

Not wanting to upset his new friend and sex partner, Buster opened his mouth, but was careful not to overdue it. He took in only half an inch and slowly moved his mouth down farther and farther, trying to find out just what his cocksucking limitations would be. Mr. Ratburn opened his eyes, wanting to watch the entire show. He was surprised when Buster had managed to take half his cock in his mouth. The rat put his arms behind his head and spread his legs farther apart, making sure Buster had plenty of room to work with. As determined as Buster was to give his teacher a good time, he also realized that he couldn't go any further; not without gagging, but he remembered what Mr. Ratburn had told him, and he knew that one day, given ample practice, he would be able to take the whole thing in.

"Ah," said Mr. Ratburn. "Very good, my boy. Very good for your first time."

Buster moved his mouth up, then down. Up, then down. He didn't want to suck too fast, fearing that he would indeed overload himself. Mr. Ratburn didn't object to his slow start, knowing that a rookie cocksucker would have issues. Buster kept at it, gradually increasingly his speed and making Mr. Ratburn feel better by the second.

"You like sucking my cock, Buster?" asked the rat.

"Mmmph!" was Buster's response to the question. His mouth was full and he wasn't going to stop sucking to answer the question.

"Good boy," said Mr. Ratburn. "I knew I was right to make you my special boy."

Buster, still sucking, went at it even faster as he was happy to receive the compliment from his teacher. It was then that Buster realized, not only did he like having his own cock sucked, he really, really enjoyed sucking cock too. The feeling of the rat's long, hard manood in his mouth, the taste, the fact that he was giving his teacher and new friend such a good time . . . it felt so wonderful to the previously depressed, troubled and disobedient rabbit. Not only that, but Mr. Ratburn's promise of doing this on a regular basis drove Buster on to do an even better job. He bobbed his head up and down, slurping on the big rat cock in his mouth as Mr. Ratburn moaned louder and louder with every passing second.

"Yeah, suck that cock. Oh my fucking God! You're so good at sucking dick, Buster!"

Buster went pedal to the metal, sucking as fast as he could, but still careful not to take in too much of the rat's length. It was then that Mr. Ratburn felt his time was coming.

"Oh . . . shit," he said. "Gonna . . . gonna cum, Buster!"

Buster had never heard such a word be used before, but he nevertheless knew what his teacher meant. Still sucking hard, Buster felt a huge stream of warm, salty tasting liquid spray into his mouth as Mr. Ratburn yelled. The rabbit, despite this being the first time at such an activity, was able to drink up every drop that Mr. Ratburn had shot out. Slowly, his sucking came to a halt. He let Mr. Ratburn's cock slide out of his mouth and got to his knees as he wiped the drops of cum from his face.

"How'd I do?" asked the rabbit.

"Wonderful," said Mr. Ratburn. "Come up here, would you?"

Buster moved over and laid down against Mr. Ratburn's right side. His teacher put an arm around him as he looked over, smiling at his student.

"I guess this is something they wouldn't let you teach the kids in school, is it?" quipped Buster.

Mr. Ratburn laughed out loud at the rabbit's comment. "No, unfortunately not, but this is a lesson that only my special boys are taught."

"Lucky me," said Buster, putting his head on the rat's chest. "You got anything more to teach me?"

"Oh yes," said Mr. Ratburn with a big grin. "Much more."

Tired as he was, and with it being way past his bedtime, Buster didn't last long before he had fallen asleep, his head still on the rat's chest. Mr. Ratburn turned his head over to the other side. Reaching his hand over to the nightstand and opened the drawer. He rummaged around inside until he found what he was looking for. It was a blue and white tube. He smiled once more.

"Good," he said, putting the tube back in the drawer and shutting it. "I've got plenty of lube left for my special boy tomorrow."