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On Tuesday night at 9:00, I drove Alex to my favortie place, a secret hill that only we know about. It was a place where the stars are easily visible at night. I found it when I ran away for a few days from home during my freshman year.

"Andrew, it's so beautiful!" He exlcaims as he looks into the night sky. "I haven't seen it like this before!"

"I used to come here often when I needed to think, like when you found me here."

'Plus a lot more than think.' We lay down on the grass, and he snuggles up to me, and I move my paw underneath him to his right shoulder. I kiss him on the muzzle, and memories begin forming in my mind as I stare at the starry sky.

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3 years ago

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It was the Firday before winter break. I was eating lunch with my friends, talking about nothing. I didn't hear my older brother walk up behind me until I felt myself rise off the bench and tossed to the ground. I felt a punch "You fagfur! Nobody likes you you prick!" my brother screams at me in the middle of the school. I punch him as hard as I could right on his nose then turned and ran, tears rushing down my face, down my muzzle, and falling behind me. I ran into the bathroom, into one of the stalls and threw up, sick from the fact my own brother would make fun of me in the middle of a giant crowd like that. Sick from the fact he isn't accepting of different kinds of furs. Sick that he would hit me. Sick that he knows my secret, but also doesn't know.

"Andrew? Are you ok?" asks my best friend Garret who padded into the bathroom a little after me.

"Go away," I whimper in reply.

"I'm worried about you. You know that right?"

"I told you to leave."

"I won't leave until you come out of the stall." I walk out to see him standing there. A freshman like me in highschool, about 5'8, and semi-muscular from playing football and volleyball. He's also a fox like me, but a white one. Personally, he's the only one I know to be accepting as a bisexual. He holds an outstretched paw to me and I take it. He embraces me, and I start crying into his shoulder. This is the first time in at least eight years since I've showed this kind of emotion.

"It's ok Andrew. He can't hurt you. It'll be alright," he whispered to me, petting my back, trying to comfort me. "Just let it out. I'm here for you kiddo."

"Nobody's called me that since i was a pup."

"Do you mind if I called you that?"

"Not at all," I say, wiping the tears from my face. We walked out of the bathroom, and I felt tired from crying. The bell rings signaling that fifth period should be starting soon.

"You feeling better?"

"Yeah."

"Think you can handle fifth period?"

"I think so." Fifth period is the only class I share with him, volleyball. We walk to the gym in silence except for the occasional sniffle from me. His paw is on my shoulder, and we get weird looks from people as we walked by. Volleyball came and went uneventfully. The bell finally rang to let me go home.

Garret grabs my paw, and tells me, "If you ever need help, just let me know." He hands me his phone number, and I pocket it. My mom, a red fox, comes and picks me up, and I get into the car.

"Hey sweety, how was your day?"

I sat in silence as I heard her drone on and on about how rude it is to not answer. We arrived at our house and I bolt inside, and ran up to my room, slammed the door, locked it, threw my backpack on the ground, flopped onto the bed, and started crying. I cried for hours, still angry at my brother for what he did. I finally stopped at seven o'clock. I sniffled a little, and wiped my face clean from the tears. My parents left the house to go eat dinner and my brother was at a friends. I grabbed my phone, took out Garret's number, and started texting him.

A: Hey Garret it's Andrew. Can you talk?

G: Hey Andrew. I can talk. What's up?

A: I don't think I can handle all the stress I'm under.

G: I don't understand.

A: I don't feel like I can carry on living like this.

G: What are you saying?

A: I don't see the need to live anymore.

G: Why?

A: I don't feel wanted. Peter made that clear.

G: Peter doesn't know you like your friends do. He's just a bully. That's it. He only hit you because he's angry at himself.

A: HE'S NOT ANGRY AT HIMSELF! HE'S ANGRY AT ME! DID YOU NOT HEAR HIM AT SCHOOL? OR WERE YOU TOO BUSY WORRYING ABOUT WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN?

G: I...

A: What?

A: WHAT?

G: Just open your front door.

I walked downstairs quickly and opened it, and there he is, standing there.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"About three minutes."

"Come in." I gesture inside, and he walks in.

"Everyone's gone. It's just me."

"Listen, Andrew, I know it's tough it is to be different."

"_YOU _don't know how tough!"

"Yes, I do-"

"NO YOU DON'T!"

"ANDREW! WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME?!" I closed my mouth and listened. "I'm sorry for yelling. I worry about you, that's all. I worry that you will try something stupid. I worry that you won't show up one day at school."

I looked into his eyes, and I saw tears behind them. He starts crying, and it was my turn to comfort him. It took about ten minutes before he stopped.

"You better now Garret?"

"Yeah."

A few Months Later

It was a warm June afternoon, and I was walking home from school with Garret, who was supposed to hang out with me. We turn the corner into my neighborhood, and I see an ambulence in front of our house. I start sprinting away from Garret to see what was going on, "Andrew, can we talk?" asks my mom stopping me. Garret catches up to us not saying anything.

"What happened?" I stare at the ambulance, watching the paramedics rush in and out of the vehicle.

"Peter...he...found John's revolver."

"What?" "I'm so sorry. I came home and found him lying there. There was nothing I could do."

I fall to my knees and I hold my face in my paws, tears forming. Garret kneels down and sits beside me, and hugs me. My mom stares blatantly at Garret and I, but she says and does nothing. After a few minutes, a larger crowd has gathered closer to the ambulance. I stand up and Garret rises next to me, but I push him away and I just run from the scene, tears streaming down my face, away from Garret, away from my parents, away from my dead brother. I run until I could run no more. I crumple to the ground, on the side of a hill, staring up at the evening sky.

"WHY PETER?!" I yell at the sky. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS?" I sit there for ten minutes in silence. "Why would you just leave like that? Why not tell someone you felt this way?"

"Andrew?!" I hear multiple voices call my name. "Where are you?" I remain silent not wanting to be found. A few minutes pass with the people call my name, then complete silence. I sit up, hugging my knees, staring around at my surroundings. A few trees are scattered to my left, dense brush behind me, and the town in front of me.

'I need to remember this place,' I think to myself. I take off my shirt and rip it into two halves, tying one part to one of the trees, and the other to a bush. I jog most of the way back to my house, stopping occasionally to mark things pointing the way to the area. I arrive back in my neighborhood to see the crowd and ambulence gone, but my parents sitting on the steps, my mom crying and my dad trying to comfort her. I sneak past them into my house where Garret is passed out on the stairs. I carefully pick him up and bring him upstairs to my room, placing him gently on the bed. He curls up and continues sleeping. I strip down and change into pajamas and lye down behind him with a pillow to separate us. I fall asleep within seconds, exhausted with a final thought. 'Why?'

Sometime in June near nightfall

I lye down on the grass again in the secret spot, one hand holding a knife and the other holding a note saying the words, "Lo siento mucho." (I'm very sorry) I put the note in my pocket, then bring the knife to my wrist. My hand shakes uncontrollably, then I lower it. I bring it up again, and the shaking resumes. I drop the blade once more. I take the blade in my other hand and hold it up to my throat, thinking, 'Why is it so easy for others? Why can't I just end it?' I press it against my throat, closing my eyes, when I hear my name being called out.

"Andrew?!"

"Andrew?!" This time closer. Then closer. I hear the crunch of grass underpaw about ten feet away.

"ANDREW! Don't-" It's Alex. He starts walking towards me, but I stop him.

I stand up. "Don't come any closer. I'll do it."

"Please don't."

"TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T!"

"Because your family would miss yo-"

"NO THEY WON'T! THEY DON'T CARE AT ALL ABOUT ME!"

"They care very much about you. I....I care about you."

"DON'T TELL ME THAT BULLSHIT I CARE ABOUT YOU! LAST TIME SOMEONE SAID THAT THEY LEFT ME FOREVER, NEVER TO TALK TO ME AGAIN!"

"I.....I'm sorry."

I throw the knife at the tree that stands ten feet away and it lands blade sticking into the trunk, and I stare at him angrily.

"You don't care about me."

"Yes I do."

"Prove it." I pull out my dad's revolver from the small of my back and stick it to my temple. "There's one bullet in here. One bullet...one fox." I spin the barrel around, then cock the gun.

"Please don't do it." There's a small click as I pull the trigger. I spin it again.

"PLEASE, I'm begging you." Another click. Spins around once more.

"STOP ANDREW!" Click.

"DON'T!" Click.

"PLEASE-" Click.

"I..." Click.

"I..." Click.

"You know what happens if I pull it."

"I LOVE YOU!" He blurts out. "I AM HOPELESSLY, MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU!" (Sign number one) I drop the gun from my temple and spin it. I knock the barrel out and take out the bullet and place it in my pocket. I throw the gun to his feet.

"Leave."

"Why?"

"Leave."

"Tell me."

"I said leave."

"What's wrong?"

"I SAID LEAVE! I'VE HAD ENOUGH HEARTBREAK!" I stare at him and he turns and walks away, soon jogging. I sit down again and bury my face in my paws, tears running down my muzzle and dripping to the ground. My body racks with uncontrollable sobs. I lye down, exhausted from crying and adrenaline loss. I curl up and fall asleep in seconds.

Middle of January, Sophmore year

I'm lying curled up in a ball, on the ground in the gym, covered in bruises and bleeding from dozens of wounds, surrounded by three seniors, one dragon, one wolf, and one tiger. They were relentlessly kicking me, creating more bruises over my body. The dragon was suddenly pulled back by a white paw, then punched across the snout. He cried out but was quickly kneed in the gut, winded. He was then pushed over like a ragdoll, holding his stomach, groaning. The wolf was then pulled off of me by the same paw and kneeled down grabbing his left hind leg. He was then round housed kicked to the side of his face, landing on his back and sliding a few feet. I kicked out at the last one, the tiger. I scrambled to my feet helped up by the mysterious person and I punch him in the stomach with my left paw. He doubles over in pain, then I throw an uppercut with my right paw to his muzzle, knocking teeth and blood out. He lands on his back, dazed by the impact. I turn to look for the person who saved me, but there was just the crowd, staring. The principal walks over and asks, "Break it up everyone. Andrew, are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine." He stares at my bruises and wounds, past my lie.

"Go see the nurse. I'll take care of these three. Just about time they were expelled."

I walk over to the nurse in ten minutes, taking my time, pondering about who fought those seniors. All I could remember was seeing a white paw and white leg, but not his/her face or body.

"You took quite a beating Andrew. What happened?" inquired the nurse, a 5-8" brown horse.

"I....They kinda....Found out I'm gay."

"Not the first time someone was beat up for being gay or bi. At least the sixth time I heard about something like this."

"There were ot-, I mean, there are others?"

"Yes, there are." "Can you name them?"

"Sure. There's Alex, Connor, Justin, and John."

"And I'm the fifth. What... what happened to the sixth?"

"He's....in the hospital. His body is practically broken. It was those three that beat you up. They had been beating him for more than a half hour before someone found them and broke it up. The person that tried breaking the fight up also was injured, but got him to the hospital. He's been in there for more than five months in a coma, and his body is in critical condition." The nurse turns and I notice deep scars on her arm.

"You...You stopped the fight," I gasp at the realization. She sits down slowly right next me.

"I try to forget how his body was. His arms were bent the wrong way," she starts crying a little, "His leg was broken, his chest was slightly bent inwards, but his face...." She buries her face in her paws.

"I'm....I'm so sorry." I hug her tightly trying to comfort her.

"It's fine. I'm just hoping he gets better." We sit for about five minutes before I break the silence.

"What do the others look like?"

"Hmmmmm....Alex is a siberian husky, Connor is a grey wolf, John is a white weasel, and Justin is a brown Chow Chow. Why do you ask?"

"No reason really." I get up. "Thank you for helping me."

"Your welcome."

I walk out of the nurses office with a new goal, to find John. It's lunch time when I get outside, and immediately a white figure catches my eye. I look and it's him, a white weasel, but with rainbow dyed hair. I begin looking around for any others that fit the discription, but he's the only one, so I decide to walk up to him. He's sitting by himself staring at a wall. I sit myself down beside him.

"Hey, John. I'm Andrew."

"Hey." He moves his right paw into his jacket trying to conceal something.

"Whatcha got there?"

"Nothing." He pulls out his paw and I see it's blood red, then puts it back.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Beating that dragon and wolf up."

"I...Don't know what you're talking about."

"Earlier I was getting beat up by them, and you saved me."

"It was too painful to see another person get beat up because they're gay," he says, sighing.

"I understand. You don't know how grateful I am. If there's anything I can help you with, tell me."

"Well, there is..." He stops mid-sentence.

"What?"

"Nevermind. I don't think I should tell you..."

"What is it?"

"I wish I could have a boyfriend..."

"I do too...But I haven't really found anyone that really has caught my attention, except..." At this point he begins nuzzling my neck, murring quietly into my ear. I sit there next to him for the entire lunch until the bell rings, signalling sixth period.

"I gotta go. Spanish is across campus. I'll see you around sometime." He lifts his head off my shoulder.

"Ok. See ya." He gets up and walks the other way.

'Maybe...Just maybe...' I silently think to myself. In Spanish, I begin daydreaming about what could've happened if John didn't show up.

"Andres...Andres!" (Can't do the accents, forgive me)

"Que Senora?" I shake my head clearing my thoughts.

"No prestas atencion, por que?" I stare blankly, gazing at the entire class, who stare intently back at me.

"Yo estaba pensando."

"Que estabas pensando?"

"No fue importante. Lo siento." The teacher nods and returns to lecturing the class about the difference between perfect pretirite verbsand imperfect pretirites. I begin staring off into space for the rest of the class until I'm interupted by the bell. I pack my things and begin leaving until I feel a crinkling of paper in my pocket. I frantically search my pockets until I take out a piece of paper. Scrawled on it was a phone number and the name John.

'Damn he's silent and quick. I never heard or saw him move once during lunch.' I walk quickly out of the class and home about two miles away. I unlock the door and walk inside, greeted by silence. I walk into the living room and stretch out on the couch. I take my phone out and begin dialing John's number in.

A: So what was it you wanted to talk about?

J: I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today so we could talk. A: Sure. Where do you live? J: I live near the pool. Meet you there. A: Sure.

I get up from the couch and walk down to the pool about three blocks away, and I sit down on a bench. John appears out of nowhere next to me, and I yelp in surpise standing up quickly.

"Don't startle me like that."

_"Sorry. You want to head over to my place now?" "Sure." We begin walking, and I feel him interlace his fingers with mine. I almost pull my paw away, but I don't. Instead, I gently squeeze his. He rests his head on my shoulder, but he guides us to his house, a somewhat barren two story house. The room that the front door opens to contains a dining table that could seat at least seven, and a small chandelier. Adjacent are the family room connected to the kitchen, living room, and a flight of stairs leading to a hallway. _

"Home sweet home.."

"Nice house! A lot better than mine." He begins blushing a little, the heat escaping onto my shoulder. "So...What did you want to talk about?"

"Can we talk about this in my room? I don't want my parents walking in and hearing us talking about this kind of thing." He leads me upstairs, down the hall to a slightly messy blue painted room, clothes strewn over the floor, some in piles, books and magazines scattered as well. There's a small TV on a cabinet, which I assumed was for all the cables and some other things, opposite was his bed. He closes the door behind me, and I sheepishly sit on the bed. He sits down facing me.

"So...I've never really talked to someone else who was gay.."

"You talked to me earlier."

"True. So, I was kinda wondering if..."

"What?"

"If you wanted to be my.... my boyfriend."

"But, we hardly know eachother." I stare at him in shock.

"Then maybe we could get to know each other better." His paw begins inching closer to mine, finally caressing it.

"Umm, I guess. But I don't really think that some people at school would like seeing something...like this..." I stop talking as he inches closer to me on the bed. "I'm sorry, this is just so new to me, I've never...uh...kissed anyone before."

He moves his muzzle until it's close to mine, nose tip to nose tip. I tilt my head slightly to the right, he does the same, and we kissed. He wraps his arms around my neck pulling me closer. He practically stradles my waist, climbing on top of me. I gently break the kiss.

"I-I'm sorry. I...I don't really think I'm ready for this quite yet." I blush bright red.

"Are you sure?"

"I...Don't know...Your parents...."

"They already know, and they don't care really."

"I'm not really sure..."

"You'll be fine. I promise." His eyes sparkle in the semi-dark room, reassuring me there's nothing to be afraid of.

"I-I think I'm ready then..." I slowly pull him back into a kiss, and I feel one of his paws move down slowly down onto my chest, the even lower onto my abs, then I begin moaning into his mouth. He gets off of me, then gently pushes me onto my back. I lay down, taking off my shirt quickly, tossing it near his TV. He begins unbuttoning my shorts, caressing my member through my underwear. I moan loudly at his soft touch. He then slides both of my shorts and underwear off, revealing my 7.5 inch member, dripping a little pre from the tip. He licks the base up to the tip slowly, and I gasp at the new sensation. He then takes my member into his mouth, slowly bobbing first on just a little, then slowly taking more and more in, until he has the entire member in his muzzle. I feel my member beginning to throb as I get closer to climaxing, and I moan a little louder at each of his bobs, until I finally climax, shooting my seed deep into his throat, and I feel him swallow.

"G-god...That was...amazing..." I pant the words out.

"Glad you liked it." He smiles devilishly. "But I'm just getting started." He walks over to the cabinet and pulls out lubricant. He begins putting some on his 8 inch throbbing member, then he lies down, moving me to straddle his waist.

"Let me know if it hurts. I'll stop." He nudges my tailhole, slowly pushing into me. I push down onto him, and I feel and hear a pop as the head slips in. I shudder as he goes deeper, and I hear him moan in pleasure. I try lowering myself farther onto him, and he pushes up slightly. It goes about half way in until I feel a sharp pain.

"OW, Fuck!" I yelp. He then grabs my paw.

"You ok?" I wince a little as he pulls out some.

"I-I don't know. It just really hurt."

"We can stop...Or do you want to keep going?"

"Keep going..." He nods and begins pushing again, myself lowering onto him, until I feel his member hilt itself.

"You'll control how deep and fast we go, so you set the pace. Take it slow, and if you feel like you can go faster, tap my paw once. Twice to slow down."

"Ok." I begin riding him slowly, him slowly moving his hips to the rhythm, arching my back at the new sensation of being fucked for the first time. I tap his paw once, and he begins to thrust slightly faster. I moan louder, hips bucking a little, begging for more. I tap his paw once more, and he begins thrusting faster and deeper. I moan loudly, even louder each time. My member begins to throb again, threatening another climax. He starts panting, his tongue slightly lolling out the side of his muzzle, and I can't but think to myself, 'He looks way too cute when he does that.' Then I felt it. A burning sensation yet again in my member, and I howl quite loudly in pleasure, and I burst yet again, this time all over his chest and on his neck. My hips buck slightly and my tailhole clenches around him, clearly driving him over the edge. He cries out, his hips thrusting one last time before he shoots deep inside me, filling my insides with his hot, sticky seed. I practically collapse into his arms, exhausted and depleted, panting slightly, and I nuzzle his neck, my eyes beginning to become heavy.