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HAY GUYZ! Sorry it's been so long. 2006 was like... a completely missed opportunity. I have been feeling guilty! I know some of you people actually have me on your watch list, and to me, that's the coolest thing EVER. This is the first chapter in a series. I decided to split it up because while I know some of y'all like my naughty stories for the naughtiness itself, this isn't just a yiffy story. So I figured that I'd release this as the first chapter instead of going on to put the whole story in one submission, that way any of the less arousing stuff doesn't turn away too many readers or give me terrible comments and the like.

For those of you who are here to read the story as a story (man, I love you guys) don't worry. I have the second chapter underway like, right NOW. I'm not even kidding. I've no writer's block, I know exactly what's going to happen next, and so the only way it won't show up is if I'm a lazy bastard. So yeah, expect that sometime soon.

Anyway, I sort of got the idea for this story when my little sister thought that her rat Jupiter was going to die. Why that inspired a gay romance story is for me to know and you to find out. And no, don't worry, Jupiter doesn't die. :P

Thanks to Skan the Amazing Otter Under the Sky for helping me out during the editing process.

Oh yeah. This story references the story Darin quite a lot. So, if you want to know what the hell's going on, you should probably read that first. AND COMMENT, DAMMIT! XO

PS: This story = gay fucking;

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When I first met Jupiter, he seemed out of my reach. Cute as hell, but way out of my reach. He tended to spend more of his time with a group of furs I was socially banned from, so we never interacted that much. But I wanted to. Every night I could see in my head walking up to that rat and saying something utterly suave and arousing; something I'd never be able to come up with on my own, of course. As far as pick-up lines go, I thought that "Hey, are you tired? Because you've been running through my mind all day" was a piece of art.

So, I settled instead for the daydreaming. And, of course, trying to sneak peeks at his ass whenever he sat in front of me in English. That was always fun, too. So, as with the majority of unrequited homosexual romances, in my mind I was marrying him, and in his mind, I was just another face in a background of faces. So cliché, but damn true.

One day I finally worked up the guts to ask him out to lunch or something--I didn't quite have what I would say planned. I figured that if I could make it past saying "Wondering if you'd" without getting my muzzle punched off, that would be a good thing. But when I entered my English class, Jupiter looked uncharacteristically downtrodden. One of his basketball-toting friends asked him what was up, and he confessed that he had to move to Florida and it was his last day at this high school.

I got a weird feeling in my gut, my cheeks burned, and I made an excuse to go to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet biting my knuckles and waiting for my eyes to stop watering. It wasn't fair, I thought, that an object of my obsession should just disappear without warning. Even being attracted to Jupiter gave me an identifying mark, a place of stability that I could compare to the more displeasing chaos of life and think "It ain't so bad after all."

After he was gone, who would I pine after? I just didn't know. And not having someone to want seemed so depressing.

I was being selfish. It's not like he wanted to move. He wasn't happy about it at all, either. I blew the reservoir of air out of my mouth, and with a new breath I built up the strength to accept this and move on. I walked back into English, sat up straight in my chair, and eyed that rump for what I thought would be the last time. I even allowed myself to smile at it, for once.

After the bell rang, I stood and walked out into the hallway. I've moved a few times myself, and I knew that he'd stay in the classroom late to tell his teacher the bad news. As the rest of the students flooded out of the room, I folded my arms and leaned against a locker, just waiting for him to come out.

When he did, he almost walked past me until I sort of coughed out a nervous "Hey Jupiter." He turned towards me, puzzled. I could just feel his brain thinking "Who is this kid?"

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I know you don't know me at all, but... it really sucks that you're going. I would have liked to gotten to know you more." I said. "Good luck." I could feel a blush rising on my face, and I could tell that he could see it. Years later, he would tell me that he always remembered me because of that blush even if he hadn't known my name.

"Thanks, I guess. I have to go." And then he did.

***

Fast forward a couple of years. Then I was working a job at a pharmacy. I wasn't an engineer or anything; I just manned the desk where you buy all the candy bars, cheap make-up, and crummy movies in an effort to conceal the fact that you really went there in order to purchase a pack of condoms. I make it a hobby to collect excuses. People will say the strangest things. Of course you have the dumb common things like "I'm buying these condoms for my brother" and "I want to get on the pill to get rid of these zits."

But on a more interesting and significant evening, a male wolf and a much younger male rabbit came in and purchased an enema and a gallon of milk. It's our job to not comment on the nature of our customers' purchases, and after a year or two of practice, I can keep a straight face at whatever my lovely paycheck advocates decide to take home with them. You can always tell someone's lying because they'll explain immediately what they're doing with whatever item they buy.

"Yeah, me and a couple of friends are getting together to have a milk fight," the wolf said. A milk fight?

"Hmm?" I said, good-naturedly, utterly willing to play along. It is my job, after all.

"Well, every year, we each bring a gallon of milk and we put it in balloons and cups and crap to throw at each other. I got this idea that we should put it in an enema bag and use that to squirt my foes."

I could see by the look on the younger male's face that he found this to be as amusing and full of shit as I did.

"Well," I said. "That sounds like fun. I've never thought of that. Here's your change sir. Have a nice day." As the wolf turned to leave, the rabbit winked at me and I grinned. Mentally, I wished him a good time.

When they left, a rat approached my desk with a bottle of painkillers. "Kids these days, huh?" he said. "Yeah," I said, smiling wryly. I glanced at his face as I scanned in the pills. My adrenal gland apparently informed me that this was an exciting event, but my brain didn't immediately recognize the situation.

"Six seventy three," I informed him. His face seemed strikingly familiar; the sensation was like a firebrand being pressed against my brain, but I couldn't make out the shape. "Will that be cash or charge?" I asked, trying to buy some time.

"Charge is fine, please." He pulled out a card, and swiped it. As he tapped in his information, I found myself wondering... could it be?

It had to be! I took a breath. "...Jupiter?" I asked, searching his face. My abdomen sizzled, and I nearly shouted the name.

"Yeah, that's my name." He said, and once again, I could feel him thinking who is this kid?

"You used to go to high school here. You were in my English class." I said, secretly hoping that he would remember me, but doubting it. I had been all but invisible to him throughout those long years.

The rat rubbed his temple and closed his eyes, trying to massage out a pretty bad headache. "I'm sorry," I said, automatically feeling guilty for his pain. He shook his head.

"No, it's fine. I think I know you... Are you the rabbit?" He asked.

I didn't know what to say. There were plenty of rabbits in the class of '03.

"The one who blushed," He said.

His words lit a trail of fire through my stomach and I gasped. He remembers me!

His eyes flicked down a little, and I could tell he was thinking hard. Building up the strength for something. Asking for dinner?

"Yes." I said.

He smiled a little, and then it disappeared. I realized suddenly that he looked like shit. "When?" he asked.

"Tonight. My shift ends in fifteen," I said. "Unless you have other plans."

The corner of his mouth drew back a bit, a look of resignation. "Not really. Do you want me to just stay here or should I leave?"

"That depends," I said.

"On what?"

"On whether or not it takes you less than fifteen minutes to get home and back."

"Then I'll just wait outside."

"No, don't. It's wet out there. It's fine; just go look like you're shopping or something so you won't get tagged as a loiterer."

He scoffed, gave another brief smile, and wandered over to the beverage section.

The minutes ticked by slowly and I reveled in a sort of nervousness. I couldn't believe he was actually willing to talk to me. A well of feelings buried under four years of getoverits burst up, and I felt like a ballsless high school geek all over again. I laughed a little to myself, and scratched my back as I watched the clock. It was probably a good thing I had no customers; I'm sure my nonprofessional disposition would have creeped them out. Visitors to this establishment don't like their cashiers to be too friendly.

About a minute or so before my shift officially ended, Jupiter came back to my desk with a six-pack of beer. A good beer. I was a little surprised. Based on high school stereotypes, I would have figured his beer to be an artless tasteless get-drunk-quick light beer. But this was Falschbrau, not Bud Lite.

"I'm surprised they even sell this here. It's so damn hard to find in Florida," he said, setting the Falschbrau on the counter. I rung it up, dug out my own cash and put it in the register and grinned at him. "This one's on the house tonight, Jupiter. I can't believe you drink this."

He shrugged, not without gratitude. I closed up the register, cleaned up my workspace, and nabbed the beer. He followed, and as we went outside, he stopped and gazed around the parking lot. I stopped as well, and watched him. "Where's your car?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Haven't got one. That's why I work here. My apartment is just across the street."

"Oh." He nodded. Then after a pause, "likewise."

"You mean you live there, too?" I asked, quite surprised. He nodded, smiling slyly.

"Imagine that," I said.

"Why are you so surprised that I drink that?" He asked, gesturing towards the Falschbrau.

"Oh. Well, when you went to high school, the people you hung out with... just made me think you'd drink like a frat boy. No taste and an undying ambition to just get wasted and puke."

"People like who?"

"Hmmh... that fox Colin, Andy... those guys."

"Heh, Andy was an ass. Colin wasn't so bad; I could tell you a story about him that might let you see him in a different light."

"Oh?" I asked, taking a bottle of beer out of the six-pack, handing it to him. He declined, took his own out, and we walked towards the apartment complex.

"Oh." He said. "Why didn't you like Colin?"

"Just seemed like an asshole, and the way he treated that rabbit... Darin, I think his name was."

"Oh, that? Man, you rabbits sure stick up for each other."

"Can't help it. We're social animals."

"Yeah, but you run away from everything."

"Oh shut up, you scuttling sewerscum."

"Point. Anyway, Colin was once involved in a clique far more hostile than the one I was in. Its utter patheticity was a tribute to the horrifying potential of kids to be assholes."

My left ear tweaked a little. Nothing like a little gossip, even if it is four years old.

"Anyway, as you know, these kids hassled Darin a lot. Pushed him around, bullied him. Well, one day, Darin brought a knife to school."

"You're kidding." I hadn't heard it told like that.

"No, I'm not. Anyway, Darin was fucking pissed. He'd had enough of it, and Colin said you could just see the hate in his eyes. There's nothing creepier than a rabbit that's been pushed over the edge."

"Heh. You could say that. What happened?"

"Well, the security officer saw what happened before anybody could get hurt. Performed a heroic all-American football tackle and stopped Darin from sticking anyone. The rabbit dropped the knife, and Colin picked it up, just looking at it. The security officer confiscated the knife after he had Darin handcuffed, and they took him down to questioning where, I'm told, he bravely said not a word."

"Interesting."

"They called Colin down later, because he could have been threatened, y'know. Colin was telling me about how he felt like utter trash for getting into a group like that, and he said he wanted to set some things straight."

He watched my face, but I just took a swig of beer and kept walking. He continued.

"So, Colin says that he brought the knife to school to show it off, and said that Darin was just wondering if he could hold it."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not."

"So he took the fall for that? Good man."

"Agreed." He paused. "And then later, he and Darin shacked up. Apparently Darin's stepfather was a son of a bitch and got too happy with his knuckles from time to time."

I scowled, and then stopped moving at the driveway of the apartments.

"Meaning?" I asked.

"Well, Colin gave Darin a place to stay, and they... fell in love, I guess."

I found this hard to believe. I hadn't heard a word of this until now. Darin and I weren't really friends, but usually us rabbits have a good idea of what's going on in our own community.

"Nobody ever told me about this," I said.

"Well, even Darin understood that it's important not to give too much away. You can't be someone like Colin and just get away with hiding a bunny butt boy in your bedroom."

I considered this.

"Anyway," he said. "Later, Colin and I... rendezvoused and gave Darin's stepfather a taste of his own medicine. The kind of guy who knocks his kid around isn't the same kind of guy who will willingly admit that he got his ass kicked by his son's boyfriend."

"Wow," I said. It was really all I could say. This information revealed depths to not only Jupiter's character that not only did I think existed, but to Colin and Darin's as well. And Jupiter's standing up against a grown man like that... I found myself becoming attracted to him all over again, and not just because of his smile or his rear end.

"Yeah, I don't know. Kicking the shit out of the guy felt good, but it wasn't exactly one of my proudest moments. I don't know how Darin and Colin are doing anymore; I haven't kept in touch with anyone since I moved away. Now that I'm back, I'm kind of afraid of getting back in with the old crowd." Jupiter said, finishing his beer. He looked around for a dumpster, couldn't find one.

I motioned for him to follow me. "I don't know," I said. "If that's what happened, I think I would be willing to give Colin another chance. I haven't talked to Darin in a long time either."

Jupiter nodded, and tossed his beer bottle into the dumpster as we rounded the corner. "Still a crack shot," I said, recalling his old basketball days. "I can barely make that toss from ten feet away."

Jupiter smiled a little. "Oh come on. That's an exaggeration."

I laughed. "I'm not kidding." As we got closer, I tried to sink my bottle in as well, and it shattered on the concrete about a foot short. "Shit. See?" I said.

Jupiter grinned and joined me as I crouched to start picking up the pieces. "So that's why you never had the guts to say hi to me." I smiled at him and then showed a particularly unusual concentration on the way the glass of the beer bottle shimmered in the moonlight. I was blushing again, but because it was dark Jupiter couldn't see it. I hoped.

We stood up and disposed of our pawfuls of glass.

"Well," I said. "Where do we drop the beer off? Your place or mine?"

"I'm afraid my place would be kind of depressing. Let's go to yours," he said.

"What are you, some kind of vampire?" I asked.

"No, just doesn't have a very homey feel, that's all," he said.

I grinned and motioned to a door a whole ten feet away from where we stood. I walked over and opened it for him. "Home sweet home."

"You planned this!" He accused me as he went inside.

"I would never!"

My apartment is an odd clash of messiness and pristine neatness. The kitchen and the living room I keep almost sterile. When I leave my room in the morning, the thing I hate more than anything else is to see a mess. I can't relax in a mess. I used to be able to, but as I got older, it got more difficult. My bedroom, however, isn't exactly up to sensory deprivation tank standards. Sometimes I trip over books on the way to the bathroom at three o' clock in the morning. But I still clean it, when it gets too messy... eventually.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," Jupiter said, and walked off toward it. I was surprised, until I remembered that he lived at this complex, too. All of the rooms are exactly alike.

I set the remaining four bottles of beer in the fridge, dismantled the box they came in, and pushed the flat piece of cardboard into the trash. I yawned, stretched, and took a couple of twenties out from under the oven and put them on the counter. I went into my room, changed into a pair of nice but casual corduroy slacks and a decent overshirt. Back in the kitchen again, I tucked the twenties into my pocket.

Jupiter came back out, noticed my clothing, and halted. "I don't really have anything nice to wear." I shrugged. "Fine with me," I said. "As long as you still come along."

"You kidding? I'm starving."

I opened the door for him and followed him out. We stopped outside of the door and observed the quiet of the night. The moon was full, but I felt no urge to howl at it. I'm sure Jupiter was relieved to see that this was so. The air was cool, but not uncomfortably so. Crickets and moonlight... the stereotypical ambience of every romance movie I've ever seen. I was surprised to find how conducive it really was to tender feelings. I cleared my throat uncomfortably. "Where do you want to eat?" I asked.

He named a Mexican restaurant I didn't know just down the street from the pharmacy. As we approached the entrance, I saw the interior of the restaurant. "Oh yeah," I said. "I do know this place. They have awesome shrimp enchiladas."

"They do. But their chimichangas are better."

"Are they?" I asked. I had never tried them.

"Just you wait," he said. He walked up to the podium, where a hostess was waiting to serve ze neukommers and say good-bye to those who just supported her paycheck.

"May I help you?" She asked, an attractive, busty vixen. I found myself thinking that such a sex symbol could not have been placed up at the front by accident.

"Yeah," Jupiter said. "Table for two, nonsmoking, booth if you can help it."

"I'm sure it's possible," the waitress--Cindy--said. "Wednesday nights aren't the busiest nights in the world." Jupiter laughed politely, eying the swell of flesh behind the nametag. I felt a twinge of jealousy slit my stomach open, and I forced it away after realizing that I couldn't help but enjoy the view myself.

"Right this way, sir." Cindy said, and we followed her to a nice, private looking corner booth. As we sat down and she handed out menus, Jupiter gave her a dashing smile and said "Pardon me, madam, but is there not a Fleur-de-Lis on the nipple directly under that nametag of yours?"

The way she halted as she set down the straws gave it away. I leaned forward, curious at what this exchange would reveal.

"Joopy?" She asked.

"None other," he said.

"Nice to see you again, asshole," she said, squealing with such an insipid dash of surprise I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"You too, you dumb bitch." Now I was shocked.

He stood up and they hugged, and the waitress's last name slapped me in the face like one of her tits. Watkins. Cindy Watkins had been Jupiter's girl for a couple months until he moved to Florida.

I couldn't see them behind the low hanging dim light over the table, so I stood up to check out what was happening. Their embrace was utterly chaste, and that cleared away some jealousy. Back then, she noticed me about as much as Jupiter did, at least as far as I could tell. I doubted she ever even knew my name.

"Hi, Ganymede." She said, waving gingerly.

"How did you know it was me?" I said in mild shock. Some of the shock was even real. Although not many black rabbits around here with green eyes and dye their hair this shade of red.

She grinned predatorily. "By the size of the bulge in your pants."

I blushed. "That's great. The women of the class of '03 remember me by the mass of my package. I've never even shown it to them."

"Oh, yes you did."

"Did not," I said, almost indignant.

She laughed, a lovely, lilting sound. "Sure you did; remember those tights you wore as Tybalt in Romeo & Juliet? Your little mound was almost like a softball."

I sat down, as though I might the memory from all of us by hiding myself from her. "So that's where the rumors came from. ...Not that I minded all that much. Still, more like a tennis ball."

Jupiter sat down across from me as she got out her little pad to take orders, grinning. "Nope. Basketball. Believe me, Gany," Cindy said. "All you ever had to do was ask. Any one of us would have been more than willing."

"I didn't have the balls," I said.

"Sure looked like you did to me."

I blushed again, and everyone else around the table grinned. To change the subject, I leaned forward so that I could see Cindy's face. "Hey, Cindy, do you happen to know where Colin lives now?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "He and Darin live together in a little house a block and a half down from Megamart." The way her eyes twinkled as she said this revealed to the world that she thought this the cutest thing in the world. She gave me the address and I wrote it down with her pen on a napkin, folded it, and put it in my pocket. We each ordered a chimichanga and a cola, and after a few more friendly nostalgic words, Cindy headed off to her post.

"Wow," I said. "She seems... nice."

Jupiter smirked. "An utterly scintillating vixen."

"Ha. Ha. Ha," I said. "Aren't you hilarious."

"Inescapably."

"Whatever. What was with the asshole... bitch thing?" I asked.

"Pet names," He said. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his paws.

"Are you two still..."

"No. She met a guy, and I stopped calling after awhile. We just sort of fell out with each other."

"Oh," I said. "That's..."

"It is what it is," he said. He scratched his head and leaned back in his chair, and again I noticed how terrible he looked while he was not smiling or laughing. At times even his cheer had a melancholy tinge to it. I copied his pose, and asked him "How long have you been back?"

"Half a year," he said.

"Wow. All this time."

"Like I said, I was kind of afraid to get involved in stuff I left years ago. It seemed too awkward to me."

A waitress--not Cindy--approached the table with our colas and smiled. "Hi. I'm Mary and I'll be your server for this evening. Is there anything else I can get for you?" She said, vibrantly. We politely said no thanks and sent her on her way.

"So where'd you go?" I asked.

"Oh, Florida." When he saw that that wasn't quite what I was asking, he went on. "My mom's married a lot of guys. She can't handle them at all, and always thinks that any problems in her relationship are their fault and their fault only. She has inhuman expectations of them and drives them into the dirt until they can't even stand her anymore. So, my stepfather started to get more and more distant and demanding. He was just a jerk all the time. Finally he demanded that my mom start sending all of her income into his account, because he felt that he deserved to be the master of the household. My mom did not agree, and she told us that we were going to move away later that day. We stayed at a relative's house, and then I got a job and got out on my own. Finally, I felt like coming back here, so I did."

I nodded. "I always wondered why. That sounds like it was in the general suck arena."

"Yeah, it was." He sipped his cola pensively. I tasted my own, relished it. I love a good cola as much as a good beer, and after weeks of not having anything but water, milk, or the broth from a bowl of ramen noodles, the texture stung my mouth, making my eyes water. I coughed.

Jupiter looked alarmed. "Are you okay?"

I laughed. "No, I'm fine. It's the cola. It made my eyes water."

He looked at me suspiciously, trying to determine any falsehoods I might have spun. "If you say so."

"Really, Jupiter, I do." I couldn't help but grin.

A few minutes later, Mary came back to our table with the (heavenly) chimichangas, asked if everything was alright and, after we set her at ease, she bounded away, off to spread her pixie dust of elated servitude among the other patrons. I placed a forkful of fried who-knows-what in my mouth and chewed. Delicious. Jupiter was watching me, beaming.

"Good?" He asked.

"Amazing," I raved, unashamed that I was talking through a mouthful of dead cow.

After a moment and a few forkfuls himself, Jupiter put his fork down and took a sip of cola, watching me intently. "Gany," he said quietly, and I finished my bite, washed it down with a little cola, and met his eyes. "Hmm?" I inquired. He took a deep breath, and smiled reassuringly, though I think it was more to reassure himself.

"You never said hello to me," he said.

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. He continued.

"I mean, you said goodbye to me, but you had never met me. I didn't even know your name until half an hour ago when I was talking to Cindy. The only reason I remembered you at all is because when you said goodbye to me, you blushed and you looked like you might've been crying."

I still waited.

"For weeks, I'd just wonder who you were. Why were crying? And most of all, why did you blush the first time you ever talked to me? I had--have--my suspicions, but I think it's only fair that you tell me yourself. Why did you blush?"

Shaking, I took a sip of my cola, set it down carefully, trying not to spill any. I was so nervous, but I felt a shoe touch my feet through mine, and I realized he was comforting me. Once again, my face flushed a little, though I doubt he could see it in this murky restaurant light. "Because," I began, haltingly. "When I saw you smile and joke with whoever you were with, you seemed so happy."

"Is that it?" He asked, looking discontented with the answer. I pushed on.

"I found it so attractive. You were so good-looking and fun, and it was like a little peek into something I had been missing out on my entire life. You didn't seem corrupt like other people. When you had fun, you were really having it. It wasn't some social interaction where you'd pit your reputation against others and just be all... you know... judgmental. You never seemed to be out to hurt people, even though you hung around with a crowd famous for doing so."

"And because of that, you were too nervous to say hello?" He asked.

"I didn't just want to say hello. I wanted to ask you out for a lunch. I wanted you to myself for just an hour or two, because you were like beauty incarnate to me. I thought you were beautiful. I'm so used to people with a face or an ass like yours to be heartless, but you never seemed that way."

"Then why didn't you ask?" He said, leaning forward, looking hard at me. I realized then that he had invested a lot into this; I wasn't just a minor curiosity. I was a matter of great concern. I was a missed opportunity for friendship and maybe something even more, and if I really turned out to be the kind of person he thought I might have been, then he might... might be happy.

"Because I was afraid you would hurt me," I said. "I didn't trust myself enough to have made the right observations, or draw the correct conclusions from those observations."

He nodded. "I understand."

Afraid of losing him, I said "But now that we've really talked, I know that I was right. You are beautiful." At this, he closed his eyes for a couple seconds, finished the rest of his cola, and the waitress came over. By the way he couldn't look at me, I felt that I had blown it. I was wrong, and I had creeped him out.

"Anything I can help you gentlemen with?" she asked.

"Yeah, I need a beer," Jupiter said. I hung my head, ashamed that I had driven my high school idol to drink.

"Okay. We have Bud, Bud Lite, Corona--"

"--A Falschbrau," Jupiter interrupted her, watching me. I looked up, hardly daring to believe it.

"I'm sorry sir, but we don't serve that here."

"I know," he said, and grinned.

***

The door crashed open and we fell through it onto the floor. His paws pushed their way into my shirt and warmed my stomach. I kicked the door shut with my right foot as I slipped my forearms behind his head and pulled his face close to mine. I pressed my nose against his, looking into his eyes.

"You know what's kind of neat," I said, breathlessly.

"What?" he asked.

"Back when I played around with guys in high school, I never kissed them. I had this idea that I would save my first kiss for you."

"Aww. How sweet."

"And guess what?"

As an answer, I pressed my lips against his, opening my mouth only enough to let my tongue out and his in. I felt the texture of his lips against mine, his tongue and mine playing footsies, or tonguesies, or whatever they would call it. Our flesh danced around each other, a ball of exquisite aphrodisiac pleasure. It was as intimate as I'd always expected it to be. To be this close to another person like this. I gave up my virginity without consequence, but never would I have given up this for just anybody.

I grinned and poked him in the ribs as his paws went dangerously further and further down my abdomen. He laughed, pulled open my corduroy pants. I pulled his shirt off of him as he slid my boxers down past my knees. My cock, stiff and ready for a long, prolific night ahead.

"Hi there," he said, as he examined my terrifically aroused genitalia. His fingers trailed over it, maddeningly gentle. With an almost convincing look of mock curiosity, he pulled my erect member into his mouth, sucking it tight. The broad sweeps of his tongue made me wonder if that old stereotype of jocks being gay but only with other jocks was true. I shut my eyes, and let his mouth take me away. When his tongue swirled broad and flat against my urethra, I squeaked and grabbed his ears in ecstasy. I felt rather than heard him giggle, and I looked down.

"Hey," I said. "That's the first time anyone's ever taken me in all the way."

Jupiter pulled off of me. I fought off a wave of disappointment as the cool air dried what was left of Jupiter off of my cock. He grinned and nuzzled my neck. "That's the first time I've taken any cock even halfway." I found this hard to believe, but I didn't say anything. I scritched his fur lovingly, and besought him that he keep going. He slid downwards and hugged my legs, immobilizing them.

He licked my thigh, slowly. My wet skin tingled from the draft of the air conditioning, and I gasped as my new rat pulled my balls into his mouth. I jerked in his grasp, but he held tightly. His tongue licked at my perineum as maneuvered my balls in his mouth. I clenched my eyes shut and tilted my head back, murring. Finally, he released my sac and his tongue made its way up my shaft.

He paused there, then drew his lips closed tight, and slowly his head descended towards my groin. My cock broke through this artificial sphincter of his, and I shuddered as the wet, warmth of his maw enveloped my glans. Slowly, up and down he went, and my legs shuddered in his arms. I felt myself climbing ever deeper into his throat, and felt ready to climax at any moment.

He stopped as his nose buried itself into my pubic fur, and then agonizingly slow, he pulled up. Once I was out of his throat, he sucked his cheeks in tight and continued climbing. I whimpered, almost ready to shoot off into his maw when suddenly I was left standing wet in the cool, air conditioned open.

"Wow," I said.

"Bed," he replied, hopped up, and disappeared down the hallway into my bedroom.

I started to gather up the clothes, but then I heard Jupiter call out "Now!" and I dropped 'em, and ran into my own room. I was greeted with a very welcoming sight. "You said that I have a great ass," Jupiter said. "Prove to me that you think so."

Jupiter was on my bed, in a strong doggy-style position. His flanks were well moistened with lube, and I felt briefly ashamed that he had found it that quickly. I watched my cock bob up and down as I approached the bed, and then pulled his hips toward me.

"It's not your lube," he said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"It's mine. And it's flavored."

I hesitated as it dawned on me, and he looked back at me and grinned. "That's right."

Shakingly, I knelt down in front of this rump that had been the target of every adolescent homosexual fantasy I'd ever had. But I'd never had the balls to do this in real life. Oh well. What relationship could ever possibly be built without trust? I drew closer, reveling at his glistening, pink hole. Slow, I closed my eyes and pressed my nose against his rear. Jupiter remained in anticipating silence, but patient enough to give me the opportunity to savor this.

I inhaled. As promised, it smelled vaguely of strawberries. I started off by kissing his hole, then brushing my lips against it, pushing slightly. As I got more and more used to the idea, I pressed my tentative tongue against the folds of his entrance. The taste of the lubrication had a strange tingling effect on my tongue, but underneath that, I could still taste Jupiter himself. His rump started to shake, which implied to me that he was enjoying this experience. Intrigued, I put more force behind my tongue, and it broke through and entered him. He emitted a short squeak, and I buried deeper inside of him. I was surprised by sudden short contractions squeezing my tongue, and in response to them, I started to push in and out.

"Now," he whimpered quietly. To save me the bother of asking for clarification, he put his demands a little more bluntly. "Fuck me now." Hearing him say that sent a surge of almost painful excitement through my groin, and I disengaged my tongue from his rectum. Standing again, I rested a paw on his hip.

With the other paw, I guided the head of my glans to his hole, and then pushed inward a bit. I paused. "This'll hurt," I said. "Oh no!" he cried in impatient feinted despair. "I certainly hope I find some way to get over it!" I spanked him hard on the right cheek. "Oh, shut up. Your sarcasm isn't sexy"

I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was grinning. "Yes master," his voice echoed back to me.

In response, I pushed myself in all the way, not giving him a chance to recover from the--in my opinion, nauseating--pain of entry. I had lubricated him well, and I slid right in. How tight he was! It took my breath away. It gave something else away, too. I gripped his left flank victoriously as he whimpered. I almost did the same. I had never had such a tight hole. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, he growled, "rats are smaller than rabbits, remember?" and I almost saw a wave of tension radiate away from his shoulders as he finally accommodated my girth.

After a couple of seconds, I felt his tight, slick insides constrict even more tightly around me. He turned around and whispered "Bingo!" triumphantly. I gripped his tail and held it up, but gently. Unlike my rather rough entry, I took him not slow, but tenderly. Just in and out, feeling his glazed muscles riding me and squeezing me, deriving their own inexplicable pleasure. I pulled myself up onto the bed with him, pushing deeper and deeper with each new stroke, boldly going where no man has gone before.

I could tell Jupiter was loving it. He squeezed harder than I even thought possible, and I stopped. "Hey there, now, Joopy," I said reasonably. "If you stop trying to squeeze my cock off, I'll show you something that'll really drive you crazy." He giggled bashfully, then released my cock from his circulation-ruining grip.

Slowly, I pushed his back and rear towards the bed until he was lying on his tummy, then pulled outside of him. "The great thing about this beautiful position," I informed him as I slid in. "Is exactly how the cock enters the rectum from this angle." I picked up speed. "It has no choice but to push right up against the prostate."

I pulled out and pushed back in again, this time faster so that he could get the jist. He let out an adorable little moan that compelled me to continue. The utter improbability of this moment added to its eroticism. Here I was, my cock being greedily eaten up by the object of all my adolescent desires and whom I felt to be probably the straightest person on the planet. But he wanted me and I wanted to give myself to him. I owned him.

My face felt hot, and I was perspiring out of what felt like every pore. The sensations in my groin felt light, like feathers made of ecstasy fluttering in a gentle wind. His slippery, tight body writhed around mine, and I heard him gasp. I knew what was happening next even before the almost insufferably pleasurable contractions squeezed an orgasm out of me. It had happened to me as well, when I tried out the same position. It was the only time I had ever climaxed without even touching myself.

Tired, I didn't pull out right away. I just settled down next to him. I slid an arm underneath his stomach and pulled him into a spooning position, nibbling at his big, round ear. "What did you think of that?" I asked.

One of his paws found mine and gripped it ecstatically. "It was beautiful."

I smiled and reflected upon that response. It was indeed beautiful. It was what I had always wanted. I pulled a blanket over us and gripped him tightly, afraid that with sleep, he would disappear. I could not imagine a happier rabbit in all the world. As I drifted off, I wondered if that was how Darin had felt.