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The young husky sat on a wooden bench out in the middle of the school yard. He adjusted his glasses and watched his breath create an empheral fog in front of himself. The school yard was practically empty, except for some kids chatting near one of the buildings. Everyone else was either feigning hunger in the cafeteria or in the library, feigning an interest in books. But Albert wasn't cold. He wore a green sweater and some shorts and mittens. That was enough--just what his mother gave him.

Mother was washing the dishes. He could see her through the window...

Albert looked down at himself and frowned. Then he quickly raised his head, more a reflex of dignity than anything else.

Albert laughed as he played in the sand. He was rarely ever happy and now his mind was occupied with something beautiful. Something that got who's beauty only in it's sheer pristine innocence. Albert turned his head at the sound of thunder.

Shouts from over near the building could be heard. The stupid, silly laughter of middle school kids. Albert frowned disapprovingly at them. He certainly wouldn't be hanging around those furs. Much too raucous for his taste.

Mother wasn't in the window anymore.

_ _

Albert signed and shifted himself on the bench. A long, loud squeal emanated as he moved. Albert groaned audibly. He was putting a little bit of weight. His eyebrows lowered cynically. Well, a lot of weight, he thought.

The little husky pup felt a dab on his nose. He figured that it was time to go in. Mother would surely have something tasty for supper! He scurried over to the front door--open invitingly as always. From inside the house, a blinding light poured in as he opened the door. If he could have seen it that way, from that perspective, it would have reminded Albert of the light streaming into the church on a warm Sunday morning.

When would the bell ring? Suddenly, Albert's head cocked to the side; his face stung and felt wet. "Woah!" cried Albert as he tumbled into the snow.

W-what was happening? Was someone laughing? Oh no, mother was going to be angry for sure. Where were his glasses!? Where in the world? Albert searched blindly on his knees for the glasses. His hands crossed against something cold and hard. Albert eagerly pulled the spectacles from the snow and wiped them off just in time to see that he was surrounded. The husky squinted and looked up at the boys. "Haha! Look at him, the sissy!" cried one of the boys.

"Yeah you got him good Butch! Heheh!" laughed another.

Albert put on his glasses slowly. "W-what?" Albert mumbled.

Suddenly, one of the bigger boys--a brown, overweight canine--placed his leg up on the bench and leaned on it. Albert instinctively shot up in fright. "Heh heh heh! What's the matter? You scared?" said the dog.

Albert adjusted his glasses, looking most indignant. "I am not! Wh-who are you people?" he said.

"My name's Big Butch! And you better not forget it, sissy-pup!" said the brown dog.

Albert was about to say something, but he soon realized just how many bullies were surrounding him. Then the bell rang and he scurried away hastily, as Butch and his gang laughed hysterically.

****

The class room was filled with chatter as the teacher scribbled some numbers onto the black board. Albert was sitting snuggly in a seat in the middle of the classroom. The desk squeaked softly--maybe it was a little too snug. The teacher tapped on the board with her long teaching rod to get everyone's attention. The class quieted down almost instantly, except for a spasm of snickering in the back. Albert glanced behind his desk and saw that butch and his gang were clustered in the back corner of the classroom. Ms. Ester, a friendly and soft-spoken giraffe, tapped the board once more and asked, "Alright class, who can tell me what twenty times twenty is?"

A chorus of groans and yawns resounded from the rest of the class. There was some snickering from the back as well. "Butch. How about you? What's twenty times twenty?" asked Ms. Ester.

The chubby dog looked straight at the teacher, belched, and said, "Four."

Butch's gang giggled uncontrollably, while the rest of the class seemed uneasy. Ms. Ester sighed and asked, "Well does anyone else know the answer?"

Albert raised his hand and the teacher pointed to him. "The answer is 400, Ms. Ester." said Albert.

"Very good Albert! You all could learn a lesson from Albert! He's only just recently transferred here, but already he's gotten deep into his studies." said Ms. Ester.

Albert smiled confidently. Suddenly something hit the back of his head. It wasn't hard or wet, but it did get his attention. In his surprise, Albert looked around and saw a paper ball roll past his desk. There was another round of snickering from the back of the room.

Later that day the bell rang and all students went outside to eat lunch and socialize in the yard. All except for Albert. He figured that he might need to go on a diet; he wanted to study some more anyway. Albert glanced out of the third floor window, down at the school yard. He could clearly see Butch and his gang laughing and roughhousing. They were creating quite a racket and it was beginning to disturb Albert's studying. Albert looked away from the window and scoffed with indignation. Ms. Ester finished cleaning her desk and walked over to Albert. She looked down at him kindly and said, "Oh Albert, you're always studying."

"Hmm? I suppose so." said Albert.

"Don't you want to go outside and have fun with the other children?" asked Ms. Ester.

"No mame." said Albert.

The teacher stepped to the side of his deck and bent her long neck down. She appeared at first to be looking at his paper. But she looked over at him and whispered, "Well at least say something to Trudy. She's looks so lonely over there."

Albert turned around and to his surprise, there was a young kitten girl making googly eyes at him. The teacher walked back to her desk. Albert was raise an exasperated eyebrow, before turning back to his work.

****

The kitchen was the same as always. There was the hot steam rising from the sink; the clanking of dishes as they were put them away. Albert turned off the water and wiped his hands on a nearby towel. "Mom, when is Uncle Lewis coming over? I can't wait to see him again!" said Albert.

Albert's mother finished wiping a plate dry. She turned with a smile and said, "Well his flight was delayed again, dear. He said he'll definitely be down here for the Christmas."

"That's great. Christmas isn't that far away. I just hope I can get through school to even see Christmas." said Albert with a sigh.

"What do you mean dear?" asked him Mother.

"Well, there's this kid at school who keeps pestering me."

"Someone's bullying you? Oh honey, you've got to ignore things like that. You've got to be the more mature person."

"I know, I know. It's just really hard. And there's this group of jerks he hangs out with too. They mess with me sometimes in the halls, but not as much as him."

"Hmm, maybe you could try talking with him? Try to become friends!"

Albert laughed. His mother was always tying to find the good in people. And she had found it on several occasions--Uncle Lewis for instance--and Albert was inclined to believe in her. Therefore, Albert resolved that he would try to bury the hatchet with Butch. "Hey mom?" asked Albert.

"Hmm? Yes honey?" replied his mother.

"Am I fat?"

"Oh honey no! You're a growing boy, that's all. And you're very hansom!"

****

The bell rang and Albert went to lunch, for once. Amazingly, he hadn't had that many encounters with Butch and his gang that day. Maybe Butch was losing interest in him? Albert certainly hoped so. He opened the door to the cafeteria and had to hop out of the way. Some teachers were wheeling out a large organ from the cafeteria. An odd-looking racoon boy was playing an upbeat tune, as he was wheeled away. Apparently one of the gifted students had gotten into the band room. Albert stared at the scene for a few moments, before slowly turning and going into the cafeteria.

It was loud inside. The sounds of laughing and yelling were almost cacophonous. Albert adjusted his glasses and got in the lunch line. He wondered how he was going to befriend Butch. Just the thought of having to associate with such riffraff made Albert queasy. But if he ever wanted any kind of peace for the rest of his school year, he had to be civil. No, more than civil. Friendly. "Be friends." mumbled Albert.

"Hey watch it!" someone behind him yelled.

"You watch yourself!" yelled a voice.

Albert looked back and saw Butch's pack making it's way up the line. They were skipping a lot of people, but hardly anyone was protesting. Albert gasped uneasily and had to readjust his glasses. Where was Butch?? Suddenly someone pushed Albert out of the line. He turned around to find that Butch had nabbed his spot. "Heh heh! What's the matter, Albert? Did you trip or something? Hahaha!" laughed Butch.

It seemed that Butch could have taken anybody's spot in the whole line. Yet he had specifically singled out Albert to harass. This was the last straw; now Albert was angry. "Why did you do that, you jerk!?" yelled Albert.

"Because you're a little sissy-pup, that's why!" said Butch.

Albert squeezed his fists and grew red in the face. "Aww, you gona cry? Hahaha!" laughed Butch.

Suddenly Albert rushed forward and grabbed Butch. The big dog responded quickly by grappling Albert as well. They both pushed and shoved each other frantically; the other kids backed away and formed a circle around them. A teacher could be heard yelling over the crowd, but no one paid any attention. That's when Butch pushed hard on Albert, knocking the husky backward. Albert fell and hit his leg against one of the table. "Oww! M-my leg!" he cried.

At that moment, a teacher broke into the circle and went to Albert. "Alright cool it you two!" said the tiger.

He knelt down and inspected Albert's foot. "Ahh..."moaned Albert.

One of the other duty teachers took Butch to the principal's office. Meanwhile, Albert had to be carried out of the cafeteria to the school nurse. During the fight Albert had lost his glasses. Now, he found that all he could think about were those glasses. "M-mr. Utah, did you see my glasses?" asked Albert as he was being lifted up.

"We'll get them later, son. Right now we need to get you to Mrs. Palmer's office." said the teacher.

Luckily Albert hadn't suffered anything serious, just a sprained ankle. The nurse patched him up and sent him home. Both Albert and Butch got a three day suspension for fighting. Albert was somewhat angry at being punished, but he had started the fight. And also he was relieved, because the semester only had three days left. He could go home and rest and wait for Uncle Lewis to visit.

****

Christmas was boring as usual for Butch. The air was cool and the sky was gray. There was a house at the two-way alley--Butch's--and a small abandoned lot nearby. Butch stared at the tall grass for a moment, before continuing his job. The chubby canine tugged on his brown vest as he walked down the alley. Butch's father didn't really care that Butch had been suspended again. But he did care if the alley was free of sticks and clutter.

Butch picked up some twigs and tossed them into the lot nearby. The tall grass was a great place to hide the less aesthetically pleasing features of the alley. Out in the grassy lot, Butch recognized an old tree. When he was little, there used to be a thick vine on the tree that he used as a swing. A man from the church came and said that god had made that swing for him. Butch sighed; the vine wasn't there anymore.

The alley path was covered with bleached white pebbles and stones. Together with the grassy green field and the pumpkins growing near the wall of Butch's house, the alley looked kind of nice. The sporadic snow had not touched the alley, as it had the rest of the city--it was dry and cool. Even though he hated the menial task of picking up sticks, Butch was glad that it made his home look less dreary. And it also gave him time to think and be by himself. He thought of school and his friends; they all lived so far away, in other neighborhoods. Usually Butch didn't get to see them over the holidays. He also thought of Albert. In hind sight, he hadn't really meant to make the sissy-pup angry or nothin' like that. Deep down he just wanted Albert to notice him--to pay more attention to him. Butch sighed as he picked up another twig and tossed it into the tall grass.

Then his eyes caught sight of a long stick on the ground. It was white and very smooth; perhaps it had been out in the rain for several days, which removed all its bark. Butch picked up the stick and looked it over. Then he looked around to see if there was anybody nearby.

Nope.

Butch walked over into the tall grass, to the his favorite spot where the grass was the tallest and the warmest. Butch wasn't worried about his father; he was probably passed out drunk on the sofa. In his favorite spot, Butch sat down in the small ditch, completely hidden in the warm grass. Then he leaned back and pulled down his pants. Butch adjusted his legs, resting them on some large, smooth rocks nearby. Butch looked up at the gray sky, then closed his eyes. He took the smooth stick he had found, and slowly pushed it into his rear. Immediately Butch let out a soft moan. He had never found a stick that long before, not one that was as smooth all over anyway. And it was big thick too. Butch winced a little as he pushed it farther in. Just a little bit farther.

Already the muscles in his anus were twitching around the stick. Butch was very nervous, and yet excited at the same time. He'd never had one this long before. How far could he push it in, before he hurt himself? Butch pushed the stick in some more and grunted. Just a....little bit....farther. He pushed it in some more. There, thought Butch, perfect. He could feel pleasure radiating from his anus. Butch took his hand off the stick and left it in there. Then he grabbed his erection and started jacking off like crazy. Wait, what if the guys saw him like this? Butch knew what would happen. He'd teased and tormented. He'd become a social outcast like.....like Albert. Butch stopped masturbating and raised his legs up, so that his knees were pressing against his large belly. He held the stick again and started pushing it in and pulling it out over and over. Then he started to think of Albert and it wasn't long before he came hard.

****

It seemed like no one wanted to return to school after the holidays. Everyone on the bus was somber; there wasn't much in the way of talking or chit-chat. Even Butch's pals only muttered a few obligatory greetings, when he sat by them.

As soon as he arrived at school, Butch looked around for Albert. "Say Butch, you think that sissy-pup came back this year?" asked one of Butch's friends.

"Heeey, look, there he is!" said another.

Butch glanced over the snowy school yard towards the bus area. There was Albert stepping off Bus 1262. Butch gave an evil snicker as and his gang approached the bus area. Albert seemed to be unconsciously aware of this and quickly made his way to the library. "Aww shoot! Too many teachers in there." said one of Butch's gang.

"Heh, I don't give a damn. I'm goin' anyway." said Butch.

All his friends gasped and cheered him on. Butch smiled inwardly; this was why he was so venerate among his fellow bullies. He made his way to the library innocently enough. He even said hello to the librarian. Because it was cold, there were a lot of kids packed into the library. Butch grunted as he made his way though the mob of kids. Then he spotted a smooth, well combed, fancy-ass tail move from behind one of the book shelves. Butch moved in from the other side of the shelf and found Albert. The husky appeared to reading something. Both of them were completely out of view of everyone else; a small row of book carts had obfuscated them.

Butch noticed that Albert was looking different than before. For one thing, he was taller and more stout--he had definitely put on a bit of holiday weight. Butch saw Albert turn his head and look back down the aisle. Butch ducked behind a bookcase, but peeped out from behind it. Albert's face slightly different. It looked broader, more confident. It had that twinge of simultaneous audacity and agitation that comes from increased levels of testosterone. Albert turned back to the book he was reading. Butch wanted more than anything to jump on the chubby husky and lay him good. But.....he had to settle for sneaking up on him and giving him a wedgey. Which is what Butch did. "Uuurrff! Darn it Butch! Why don't you just leave me alone!?" yelled Albert.

"Haha! Because you're a sissy-pup, that's why! See you later.....sissy-pup!" said Butch, before walking off.

When Butch got back to his friends, he told them all about his exploits. They lauded him greatly for his courage in the face of adversity. Things continued that way from the rest of the week. Butch doubled his efforts at tormenting Albert. He gave the poor husky almost no peace. As for Albert, he was getting very fed up with all it. But his mother had made him promise not to get into any more fights. And Albert didn't want to make his mother sad by being disobedient, so he took the punishment. The teachers were of very little help. They were more concerned with keeping the class quiet than with random bullying. It always amazed Albert that a teacher's jurisdiction ended at their classroom door.

Then came one eventful Friday. That day Albert had gym class. It was very fun for him because he found that he was becoming more athletic. Unfortunately, Butch had the class as well. All during the period, Butch was merciless. It was nothing too outright as a wedgey--the coaches would notice something. No, it was more along the lines of subtle jokes and taunts. Whenever Albert would play basketball, Butch would be there to throw out an insult, just as Albert was lining up a shot. Albert found himself counting ten, more than once.

Finally the head coach blew the whistle. It was time to dress back in. Albert went over to his book sack and tried to get his locker key. Unfortunately, Albert accidentally fumbled it as he took it out; the key fell down through the bleachers and onto the gym floor. "Oh no!" said Albert.

"Don't worry Albert. Just go look for it." said one of the couches.

Butch saw this and snickered meanly. The couch saw this chuckled heartily. "Butch! Why don't you go give Albert a hand, if you think it's so amusing?" asked the coach.

"But-"

"No buts! You don't dress in until Albert does. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir..."

The two of them met and the bottom of the bleachers. "You just leave me alone, okay?" growled Albert.

Butch only smiled confidently. They searched underneath the bleachers and across the floor. It was very difficult, because the floor underneath the bleachers was covered in discarded papers, trash, and debris. But finally Albert found the key, which was on top of some old socks. "You boys just go ahead and shower and dress in. I'll give ya' a pass to class." said the couch.

The two of them went into the boy's locker room, which was totally empty. It was a dimly lit room with a musty odor. Albert opened up his locker and took off his glasses. "Heh, nice going Albert. Now we're gona miss Ms. Ester's lesson." said Butch sarcastically.

"Hmph! Like you actually ever learn anything." retorted Albert.

A vein popped onto Butch's forehead. He went over and grabbed Albert by the shirt and said, "Hey what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're a twit! Now let go of me you mongrel!" yelled Albert.

Albert pushed Butch, who then pushed him back. The two of them grabbed one another and started to wrestle. Albert pushed them both backward; Butch's back hit against one of the lockers. Then Butch rushed forward and they both went tumbling into the bean bag area. Albert was so surprised by what broke his fall, that he did not immediately notice that Butch was lying on top of him. The two of them just laid there, gasping for air. Neither of them was exactly built for that kind of strenuous activity. "G-get off of me. You....you smell bad." said Albert breathlessly.

"Your....breath smells. I....I ain't movin' till I'm good an' ready." said Butch.

"N-neither am I." said Albert, just to be difficult.

Butch couldn't control himself. His heart was going a mile a minute, and it wasn't from the fight. Albert just stared at Butch, not knowing what manner of insult he should fling at the dog, in order to get him to move. Butch looked over at the wall, then at Albert's shoulder, then finally at Albert. And they just stared into each other's eyes. Albert gulped. Butch moved a little closer and breathed. It all happened pretty fast. Butch forced a kiss on Albert, taking the husky's face with both of his hands. For awhile Butch wasn't sure if Albert was resisting or not. But then he felt something long and hard rub against his leg. That was all the assurance Butch needed.

Albert didn't really know what was happening. He didn't know exactly what he was doing. This dog, this mongrel, Albert couldn't stand the sight of him. Yet kissing him felt so...good, so right. His soft tongue and lips; his warm belly and legs. Albert was overcome with new sensations. A girl had never made him feel this way, not even come close. He was completely caught up in the moment. Suddenly they were standing and holding one another. Butch broke away and started mouthing Albert's chubby neck. The husky started pulling off Butch's shirt and groping at his fat, hairy back. Butch managed to get his hands into Albert's gym shorts. He started feeling all over Albert's big round ass, playing with his tail and his hole. Butch licked the side of Albert's face; the husky leaned his head back and moaned.

Both of their tails were wagging like crazy. They were sweaty and tired. Butch kissed Albert deeply once more. A few seconds later, it was Albert who broke away. "Nuuuh-ahhhh..." gasped Albert.

Butch gasped and asked, "A-am I hurting you?"

Albert looked at Butch and caught his breath for a moment. Butch thought Albert looked so adorable, all tired out and sweaty. "No. I...I think I ejaculated." said Albert.

Butch smiled at this and licked Albert around the neck. He took Albert's hand and placed it on Butch's crotch. Then he whispered into Albert's ear: "Here, I want you to bring me off too."

Albert aghast for a moment, but another affection lick from Butch was all that was needed to get Albert going. He unbuttoned Butch's pants--Butch seemed very relieved at this--and pulled down the underwear. He stared at Butch's unsheathed penis for a moment, before grabbing and massaging it. Butch closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. Albert--the canine of his dreams--was giving him such a great hand job. Butch growled softly as he came all over Albert's hand. Butch had to lean on Albert; he felt as tired and weak as a newborn. Albert lowered them both down back onto the bean bags.

"Wha...what just happened?" asked Albert, as they lay there in silence.

Butch took Albert's limp right arm and started to lick the cum off of Albert's fingers. "Heh, I think we just made out." said Butch.

"Made out? M-more like making love. Butch?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you're always picking on me? I...I mean, I just don't understand."

"W-well, I don't know."

"Huh?"

"I just wanted you to...you know, to like me. I guess that was a stupid way to go about it."

Butch finished cleaning Albert's hand and looked up into his eyes. "Albert?" asked Butch with pleading eyes.

"I won't tell anybody Butch." said Albert.

"Heh, I already knew that. Plus I'd pound your face if you did. Hahaha....haha...heh.." chuckled Butch nervously.

"Heh."

"I wanted to ask....will you be my boyfriend?"

"I, well, well you have to lay off a bit in public, okay? I mean, well, now that I look at you....you are kind of, uh, handsome."

Butch's tail started to wag again. "Am I cute?" he asked with a toothy smile.

"Uh huh." said Albert, smiling back.

****

From that day forward, Butch rarely made any attacks on Albert. Oh, he gave a gentle wedgey or a soft insult every now and then; but only when Butch's buddies were nearby. But secretly they would kiss and fondle behind the back of the school buildings, either at lunch or after school. Then one day, Butch invited Albert over to his house on the weekend. This presented a bit of a problem for Albert; his mother wanted to know just why he needed to go the "shadier" part of town. Albert told as much of the truth as he could. He said simply that he had made "friends" with his former bully and had even been invited over to the bully's house.

Albert's mother was ecstatic upon hearing this. Peaceful solutions always brought a smile to her face. She drove him over to Butch's house and promised to pick him up at 7:00, later that day. Butch was sitting on the steps when Albert arrived. "Bye mom! Thanks!" yelled Albert after his mother.

"Anytime honey. Have a good time!" said his mother, as she drove away.

Butch quickly ran up to Albert, with his tail wagging excitedly. As soon as his mother was out of sight, Albert embraced Butch tightly. "Good to see you man! I missed you!" said Butch, even though it had only been a day.

"I missed you too!" said Albert.

Butch started toward the house and waved his hand. "Come on, my dad's gona be at work all day." said Butch.

Inside the house there wasn't much to look at. An old table with some playing cards scattered across it; a black and white photo on the wall, too murky to make out; an sofa surrounded by empty beer bottles. The floors were wooden and there were some holes in the walls, here and there. Albert had never been to a place like this before. "Sorry the place is a mess. My it was my dad's turn to clean, but I bet he'll make me do it." said Butch.

The chubby dog led them upstairs. "Do you have any other family, besides your father?" asked Albert.

"Well no. At least I don't think I do. Can't remember any of em' and they sure don't come by to visit." said Butch.

"Yeah. My family's like that. Well, except for my uncle." said Albert.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you see.....I.....I'm not a pure breed husky. My mother is a half-breed. And my father's side of the family was 100% pure. But he looked past my mother's imperfect and fell in love with her. Then....when he died, none of his family wanted to come to his funeral. All except my Uncle Lewis. He was rather cool toward my mother at first, but now he's great. He's my favorite relative."

"Wooow. I wish I had an uncle who come visit me."

"Heh, well maybe you can come over to my house when he visits next time."

"Hahaha, thanks!"

They both went into Butch's room. In the spirit of the rest of the house, his room was a mess. There were clothes and junk all over the floor. The walls were covered with old pin-up posters of female models. Albert noticed this and asked, "You like those?"

"Well, uh, I don't know. I guess." said Butch.

Butch went underneath his bed and began to rummage around. Albert didn't mind the wait; he got a nice view of Butch's underwear clinging to his rear. Eventually Butch brought out a large cardboard box. It was filled all kinds of candy, bags of chips, and even a box of powered doughnuts. "Hee hee, this is my private stash. Heh," Butch patted his protruding belly, "how do you think I got this way?" asked Butch.

Albert laughed and sat down on Butch's bed. Butch sat down and placed the box in between them. They both started chatting and helping themselves to the goodies. Albert noticed that Butch was really able to put it away. He consumed five jumbo snickers, four bags of chips, and half the box of doughnuts. Albert smiled and picked up one of the doughnuts. Then he caressed the back of Butch's head, before feeding it to him. "Mmmm. You're nice Albert." said Butch.

Albert blushed. Suddenly Butch stared into Albert's eyes. There was a funny, longing expression on his face. "What's the matter, Butch?" asked Albert.

"I've always like being this way, you know? I mean, bigger than everybody else. It made me feel safe sometimes. A-and, I want to be....bigger." said Butch, pushing aside the box.

"You mean you want to gain weight? I never heard of anything like that." said Albert.

"You don't think it's stupid, do you?"

"No. I suppose not. It's just a little strange, that's all."

"Albert, I liked it when you feed me. I really liked it. I want you feed me and feed me and feed me..."

"Me? But if I make you sick?"

"Don't worry about me, I've got a tough stomach! I just want to you feed me..."

As Butch spoke, he moved closer and closer to Albert. "And keep feeding me so I'll keep putting on weight..."

Albert looked into Butch's dreamy eyes and moved closer. "Oh Butch..."

"And...and when I've gotten really, really fat. So fat I can't move..."

"Y-yeah?"

"Albert, I....I want, I want you to fuck me."

Butch almost gasped those words as he embraced Albert, kissing him deeply. The two of them started rolling around on Butch's bed. They soon found however that it was slightly too small for them both to fit. Butch said breathlessly, "I know a spot we can go to. Come on."

"Okay." said Albert, following Butch out of the room.

Butch took Albert outside, down the alley, in front of the vacant lot. It was a bright day and the wind was blowing cool air through their fur. Butch took Albert's hand and pointed to the tall grass. They both walked carefully through the grass, knowing that there were pot holes here and there. Eventually they came to the spot--a ditch that was surrounded by the tallest grass in the lot. Even if they both stood upright it would have been difficult to spot them. They both took off their clothes and sat down on the warm ground.

A bird called out in from a tree nearby. For awhile they just listened to it, occasionally glancing at each other. Albert blushed readily to these glances and giggled as well. It was he who made the first move. The two of them embraced and laid down together in the tall grass. When they were both tired, Butch laid on his side, while Albert curled up behind him. It was so quiet and peaceful there in the grass. Both of them wished it would never end. "Bernard! Come close this gate, dammit! Bernard!" yelled a voice.

Butch immediately scrambled to his feet and started putting on his clothes. "Huh? What's going on?" asked Albert.

"Uh, heh, well that's my dad. Don't worry, I'll be back. But right now....he can't find me here like this." said Butch.

Albert giggled and said, "Okay....Bernard."

Butch smiled embarrassingly before rushing off.

The End