Learned Behaviour (version 1)
An adolescent owl youth has the formative experience that will introduce him to his key fetishes in later life
LEARNED BEHAVIOUR (first version)
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Joey was busy spying on the Andrews twins
He didn't really want to admit to himself *why* he was spying on the two hyenas currently lurking behind the school, smoking, but he knew he wasn't just waiting for the right moment to go and tell the teachers. More and more the owl was beginning to realise that when the other boys talked about girls and girlfriends - even though he was sure they were making up the girlfriend part - he himself was only faking it when he joined in because he knew he was *supposed* to be talking about girls. The truth was he would've rather been saying nothing at all. The truth, in fact, was that if he could've talked about how good looking anyone was it would have probably been a boy. A large part of him was insisting it was nothing and a small voice in the background was telling him he should accept it, but either way he did *not* want to be the only queer in school
The Andrews twins, Mark and Lewis, were the sort of boys who would've delighted in giving him a beating if they thought he was queer. They were the sort of boys he wasn't. Where he was quiet and great in class, they were rude and disobedient. Where he was short and soft-bodied, the hyenas were already towering above the rest of the year and they had the muscle to go with it. The only part of school life they really excelled at was on the sports field, which was of course exactly the one place where Joey was quietly resigned to week after week of puffing and panting and coming last. If the owl was being honest, which he wasn't yet, they were the sort of boys he might have liked to be talking about when everyone else was talking about girls
The weather this time of year was vile. If the rain wasn't lashing down you could guarantee at least a drizzle in the air, which meant the whole school was dressed for it. Joey was wearing green wellies and a bright yellow rainjacket, which didn't look at all tough to him. Again, nothing like the Andrews twins. They had two-piece black suits and matching boots for the weather. It made them look even tougher, as if they from some gang of biker thugs. Joey would've loved to dress up like that, it looked cool as hell! It wasn't likely to happen any time soon though, no way was his mother going to splash out on a whole new set of clothes like that just so the owl could feel cool when it rained
Joey was so busy admiring the boys as they smoked and laughed, it took him a fraction of a second to realise Mark was looking his way. Not just looking, the hyena was focusing on him. It was only a fraction of a second, but a fraction too long as the owl dived back into the bushes he was hiding in. Running away from the hyenas once they'd spotted him was as likely as running away from the air around him, and it was only moments before Joey found himself bowled to the ground by Lewis, glasses knocked clean off his head. "Gotcha fatty!" the hyena laughed as he got up off the owl, who rolled onto his back and looked up at the twins towering over him. "What're you doing?" Lewis demanded
"Nothing! Really nothing I promise," Joey replied, terrified. The worst part for the owl wasn't that he was sure he was going to receive a kicking. It was that he hoped the hyena hadn't noticed he still had an erection in his pants. As if silently assuring him that he had, the hyena bully proceeded to stick his boot into the owl's crotch, drawing a yelp of pain that he did his best to stifle, convinced that summoning the teacher by accident or design might actually lead to worse than this. Both twins cracked up
"You were doing something!" Mark said now, still smoking his cigarette. "Were you taking a piss or something?" Joey might have said yes just to make them stop, but he never got the chance as Mark now stuck his boot in, pressing it into the owl's cheek and shoving his face into the mud. From this position all Joey could see out of his one free eye was the hint of Mark's face staring down from around the edges of the hyena's crotch, which was an expanse of glossy black. The owl's nerves couldn't hold out and he lost it, feeling warmth start spreading, humiliatingly, over his crotch. Lewis instinctively yanked his boot away the moment he saw it, even though it was hardly likely to affect him through the tough rubber, and then both hyenas cracked up once more
"Oh shit! Guess he wasn't having a piss!" Mark jeered. "Need your pants changed?" Joey just lay there, feeling thoroughly ashamed. Worse was to come
"Think I'll go too," Lewis said, unbuttoning his rainpants. Joey's eyes shot open
"NO! Please-" the owl didn't have time to say any more as the hyena bully proceeded to piss all over his face and jacket, the owl doing the best he could to shield himself from the stream. The hyena finished, buttoned up his pants and he and his brother left the owl lying there, panting and trying not to cry
Slowly Joey sat up and managed to find his glasses. Mercifully they weren't cracked or bent when they hit the ground. He wiped the mud off and put them on and looked down at himself. Much to his further embarrassment he realised his erection hadn't gone away...