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Kris turned to wave to Mr. Mitsuda, waiting till the car was out of sight before he headed for the apartment building. His Dad's car was in the lot and so were most of his buddies so there must be some sporting event on tonight. He really was not looking forward to dealing with all those loud drunks. What he really wanted was an early night, he felt like he'd been dragged through a minefield.

The door opened as his hand touched the handle and he looked up to see Duke watching him with those beady eyes of his. "Hello Kris, I saw you getting out of that car in the parking lot. Who was the rabbit?" He sounded drunk, his words slurred a little and he reeked of whiskey.

Heaving an inward sigh Kris pulled himself up to his full height and looked the black mastiff in the eye. "One of my teachers, Mr. Mitsuda, he teaches English. When he found out I was going to board home he offered me a ride instead." Not that it was any of the dog's business who he got a ride home from school with. "Are you going to let me in Duke?"

The dog's eyes narrowed a little and he stepped back to let Kris past him but just gave the boy enough space that he'd have to brush against the dog to get through. "Somethin' suspicious about a teacher givin' a kid a ride." He actually sniffed at Kris as the boy pushed past him, lowering his muzzle to the back of the raccoon's neck. "Sure that's all he did?"

Kris wasn't sure what the mastiff was going on about so he just ignored the large form behind him, heading for his room to drop his backpack and board. He frowned to himself when the large dog followed him and leaned on the open door frame to his room. Only acknowledging him when he turned to head back to the kitchen so he could find something for dinner. "Duke, why are you following me around? Isn't the game on?" He could hear the men in the living room arguing about something but wasn't sure if it was the game or something else.

The big dog gave him a lazy smile, tilting his head back toward the living room. "Got something to show you. Something special." He motioned for Kris to precede him toward the living room, again leaving the boy just enough room to squeeze past him, making it necessary for Kris to brush against his large muscular bulk. Kris didn't see any alternative that would get the dog out of his room so he pushed his way past the mastiff and headed for the living room.

Edmond was holding something in his hand, at first Kris wasn't sure what it was just something small and black as far as he could tell it wasn't that special. When his father spotted him coming into the room he hollered, "Kris come see what Duke got for me!" far more loudly than the small confines of the apartment called for. Room was made beside his father for him to sit on the couch and feeling obligated to do so he let himself be drawn into the circle of drunken men.

His father placed the object in his hand and beamed at him. To Kris' horror he looked down at the small shape of a pistol, it was black and heavy in his hand. He swallowed hard and tried to pass it back to his father but Edmond wouldn't take it. "See there boy that's a proper gift for a man to have. Feel the weight of it, how it balances perfectly in your hand?" Edmond forced Kris' hand to close around the gun, making sure that he had his finger inside the trigger hole. He lifted Kris' arm and pointed the barrel of the gun at Sebastion, the lion ducked out of the way swearing. "See boy, makes even the bravest of men wet their pants when you point it at them." All of the men around him started to laugh uproariously, but Kris just wanted to get away from the whole situation.

His father threw his free arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to his side. "What'd I tell you boys? My son he's a real killer!" He ruffled Kris' unruly hair. "Not like a Momma's boy at all. He ain't afraid of a little thing like a gun, are you son?" The blurry eyes turned on him and all he could do was nod and smile past the sick knot that was welling up in his stomach.

The men made a fuss over him for about another ten minutes until someone shouted that the game was on. Kris excused himself by asking if anyone wanted snacks, he managed to make himself scarce after that. But the weight of that pistol in his hand wouldn't leave him. That bunch of drunken idiots could do anything with a gun and none of it was going to have a happy ending.

He took a few minutes in the kitchen, after he gave the bowls of chips to his father's friends, to heat up some canned ravioli and grab a soda from the fridge. He was on his way back to his room when once again Duke came up behind him. "Here you got yourself a little girlfriend. She any good in bed?" The dog's breath was hot on the back of his neck, like he was leaning down to sniff him again.

He paused for a moment at his bedroom door and looked over his shoulder at the large drunken male. "I don't know yet Duke, we've only just started dating." He perked his ears toward the living room where the men were hollering about something that had happened on the television. "You're going to miss the game." He tried to sound polite but the dog bristled anyway and loomed closer to him making the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

"You trying to get rid of me boy? Think I'm not good enough to spend time with you? Rather have your little rabbit twink?" That last was growled in a low voice that made Kris take a step back. "One of these days I'll show you what a real man's like and then you won't be flouncing around here with no rabbit twinks!" For a horrifying moment Kris thought the dog was going to push past him into his bedroom, but the sound of his father calling the dog's name caught his attention long enough for Kris to close his door on the mastiff.

Feeling like he'd just barely escaped something Kris set his dinner on his desk with trembling hands. Just what had Duke meant about Mr. Mitsuda being a twink, and why did he feel like he should take a shower after that comment about 'a real man'. Confused by all the day's events and exhausted by having to deal with his father's drunken buddies after the fight at the school Kris stripped down to his boxer-briefs and sat at his desk to eat his cooling dinner. When he finished he dialed his mother's phone number, but it went right to voice mail so he just asked her to call him in the morning and went to bed. He was out almost before his head hit the pillow.

* * * * *

"Kerris really? This place is... it's for guys who want to get a quick blow. I am not going in there!" Venn's ears folded back and he planted his feet on the sidewalk, with stubborn determination not to budge another inch. The whole building was covered in neon signs proclaiming naked men and women danced on stage, and that rooms were available for private shows on the upper levels.

The fox, who had his hand, pulled a few times ineffectually then threw his hands up in the air and let out an exasperated sigh. "Jesus Vince, what do you think is going to happen? No one's going to touch you unless you let them. It's just a strip club for god sake. I thought it might give you another outlet for your pent up sex drive. Hell you can't keep waking me up every time you want to get off. I'm rubbing myself raw even with the lube." The fox eyed the establishment with a jaded eye then shrugged. "It's not like you're coming to get laid anyway, just to watch the guys strip and see if that helps you find more jack off material." He turned to the stubborn horse and grinned. "Who knows you might find something or someone you really like in here."

The thumping beat from the clubs music was starting to bring back memories of dance clubs the horse had frequented not that long ago and raves and various other exploits. Still there were worse ways to spend a Friday night and he did need to let his hair down after that mess at the school. "Alright but just one drink then we go!" He slid his large arm around the smaller Todd's shoulders and let himself be lead into the dim interior or the strip club.

The bored bear that checked their ID waved them on in after only a cursory look at both drivers' licenses. She didn't even blink when Kerris said "Two blue please." Just handed him a pair of the glow in the dark bracelets that everyone seemed to be wearing. He handed one to Venn and put the other around his right wrist. "Put this on, it'll keep you from being propositioned by the women." The horse chuckled a little as he put the bracelet on.

Where the outside was covered in neon signs featuring half naked men and women on them the interior was a little less ostentatious, beige leather couches, brass based glass table tops set in front of each of them lined the outer walls. The inner floor was broken up into small sections with three, no four smaller dance floors where dancers in various states of undress were plying their trade. Then at the far end of the room was the main stage with bar stools around it.

Venn let Kerris pull him toward one of the dark corners, carefully inspecting the couch before he placed his ass on it. "Alright I'm here now what?" The flash of white fur under the black lights kept catching his attention, especially when it was accompanied by the gaudy neon bracelets and necklaces that so many of the young men seemed to find necessary to their ensembles. It didn't hurt that many of the men in here were bare chested either, gave him some good views of what was on offer.

Kerris leaned in and spoke directly into his ear so that they wouldn't be overheard. "Now my friend we sit and have a drink while we wait for someone to catch your eye. I'll pay for your first dance, but after that you're on your own." Then he was gone, off looking for a waiter or perhaps just to the bar himself to fetch something to wet their throats with. Venn was a bit uncomfortable without the fox at his side, he didn't like these places where men and women could be bought by the hour, he much preferred lasting relationships to the kind of pleasures that were offered here. Still he was here and he'd told Kerris he'd make the best of it so he turned his eyes to the stage.

DJ's voice announced over the music. "Next up we have Andrew, he's been working hard and needs to let off some steam boys and girls so lets be nice to him." Something with a lot of bass came over the speakers and a cougar dressed as a construction worker sauntered onto the stage, the white of his shirt nearly blinding in the black lights. There was something odd about his tool belt though, it didn't have a hammer or any of the usual things a construction worker would have, no this one was filled with dildos and vibrators. Venn couldn't stop the chuckle that came to him at the sight of that.

The couch beside him dipped and a cold bottle was placed in his hand. "There you are handsome. Did you miss me?" Kerris was always flirting like that so Venn just nodded and slid an arm around the fox as he came into reach. "Oh he's cute, I love the hard hat!" With the cougar starting to work his money maker on stage the fox subsided into silence sipping his beer and watching with avid fascination.

Venn chuckled again and tightened his arm around his friend. "He's alright I guess. Cats don't do much for me though." His eyes started to rove the club taking in the semi private dances that were in progress on the smaller stages through the room. The flash of white fur caught his eyes and he stiffened slightly as he spotted a raccoon in the crowd. He was tall and slender, young looking too, couldn't be more than twenty two. There was something familiar about the way his mask curved and the shoulder length darkish hair that danced with his movements. He found himself watching the delicate hands as they slid up that white chest, then down again where fingers tucked into the young man's jeans.

"Someone likes what he's seeing." The tickle of Kerris' breath against his ear pulled his eyes away from the raccoon and down to his lap. Well shit! Just a few glimpses of that young man from across the room and he was hard as a colt who'd just smelled his first filly in heat. He didn't answer the teasing fox just lifted his beer and took a swallow. The cat on the larger stage was working his hands over his chest, claw tips leaving rents in the white fabric that gave glimpses of tawny fur underneath.

For some reason he couldn't keep his eyes on the main stage, the more the cougar ripped his shirt the less interested he was in watching the rest of the show. His eyes drifted aimlessly, or so he thought until he found the raccoon once more. Now the young man had his jeans open showing the front of a dark thong that was very nicely filled out. There was something odd about him though, something that didn't fit the image in Venn's head. He frowned slightly as he watched those black fingers trace back up to the center of his chest. That was it, the young man had pink nipples, they should have been black like over ripe blackberries begging to be sucked, but they were pink instead.

Far sooner than he would have liked he drained the last few drops from his beer and leaned back into the couch. "So are you going to have a dance or two before we leave?" Kerris had been watching the cougar with avid appreciation since he got onto the stage and his set was coming to an end after three songs. "I can slip off to the little boy's room and let you play if you'd like." The fox wasn't the only one that could tease.

"If you go in there you're really taking your chances." The fox chuckled a little but nodded. "If you feel up to wondering on your own then do it." He tucked something into Venn's front pocket then sat back and waved to the cougar who nodded in acknowledgement. "Have fun."

Venn smiled to himself as he headed for the bar, propping himself up on one of the stools and ordering another beer. His right hand found what Kerris had shoved in his pants pocket, a wad of bills. He shook his head and ordered another beer to be sent to the fox and paid with the Todd's money.

A cute little mouse in a tight black mini skirt and a bright gold colored puffy top walked up to Venn and smiled. "This seat taken?"

The horse looked the small grey mouse over slowly than smiled and shrugged. "Nope, but you should know my tastes run toward more traditional males." He tilted up the bottle in his hand to take a sip.

The mouse smiled a little and nodded. "Oh I know you're wearing blue not green." He indicated the bracelet around Venn's right wrist, cluing the horse in on why it would keep him from being propositioned by women. "I just thought you'd like a guide since you're new and all."

Venn nearly choked on his beer, bringing the bottle down more quickly than he'd lifted it. "How on earth did you know that?" He turned curious eyes on the mouse, he didn't think he'd been acting any different than the other patrons, watching the dancers and waiting for something to interest him.

The mouse smiled coyly. "Oh I have my ways." He batted his lashes at the horse and tilted his head toward the raccoon that Venn had been having trouble keeping his eyes off. "That's Rocket. He's one of the hottest acts we have here. If you want time with him you'll have to book it in advance." He glanced over to where Kerris was sitting with the cougar in his lap. "Your friend's a regular, he set up time with Dallas before hand or he wouldn't be having a dance now. The stage acts are all by appointment only. If you're interested in something a little less notable I can point out a few of the boys who might suit your particular tastes." The mouse turned his bright eyes on Venn and smiled. "Or we can see if Rocket has some free time..."

The offer was there in the open now, he could book some time with the raccoon that he kept watching if he wanted to. But did he want to? Taking another swallow of his beer he watched that lithe form dancing, now down to just the thong. It was a tempting offer. The young man looked enough like the boy he'd been dreaming about that he could feel himself filling out his jeans just watching him. He glanced to where Kerris was sitting only to see his friend being hauled to his feet by the cougar and lead off somewhere. Before he realized what he was saying "I guess it couldn't hurt..." had slipped out of his mouth.

The mouse turned around and waved for the bartender, "Jerome? Hey has Rocket got any free time tonight?" He said to the grizzled old badger that came to his summons.

The badger consulted a tablet and nodded. "His next client cancelled, he's free after this one." His beady little eyes lifted to Venn and he smiled knowingly. "Shall I book you in?" He had an expectant air about him like he already knew that Venn would say yes.

Kerris had left him alone, seemingly had planned to do so before they even got here. He was foot loose and fancy free, and starting to feel the buzz from drinking two beer faster than he should have. "Sure why not!"

"Name? Doesn't have to be your real name just something for the books."

Venn gave an uncharacteristic giggle and said "Coach."

The Badger didn't comment just added the name to the appointment calendar. "Alright Coach, you're in for a half hour, that's $50 paid to the dancer for time. If you want anything besides dancing you ask him for the tipping schedule and he'll take care of you. Also I put you in the back room so it'll be more private, most first timers prefer that." Without another word the badger bustled off to answer another summons from further down the bar.

Venn frowned at the mouse. "How did he know it's my first time in here?" He set his half finished beer down and stared at it.

The mouse giggled. "Momma, the bear that checked your id, she's got a perfect memory that's why she's on the front most times. She knows who's been here before and who hasn't. She sent a message over the tablets to keep an eye on you in case you turned out to be a problem." He shrugged slightly and patted Venn on the knee. "Wait here, when Rocket's finished he'll come find you." Then he moved off into the crowd without even sharing his name.

Venn seriously considered leaving in the intervening five minutes. He was getting in way over his head, but the flashes of that lovely raccoon body kept him in his seat. He'd finished the second beer by the time Rocket walked up to him, dressed in a simple black button down shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. He had a large figure behind him that looked like a rhino, but Venn was too focused on the raccoon to really pay much attention to the shadow. "Are you Coach?" The young man even sounded like Kris, his inflections so similar that Venn could only nod in agreement. "I'm Rocket; if you'll follow me we're booked into the back room." Venn found it a little difficult to slide off his stool, but once he gained his feet he followed the raccoon willingly, still not paying much heed to the hulking shadow.

They passed through a door that looked like part of the wall, into a more subdued area with less of the loud music and lower lighting. Venn was nearly hypnotized by the sway of the raccoon's tail as he walked. It was just so big and fluffy. Finally Rocket turned and motioned to another couch, this one leather, likely for easier clean up. "This suit you all right?" Venn nodded and moved to sit on the couch. "Payment up front." Rocket pulled a round coffee table closer to the couch and sat so his legs were between Venn's knees. Still not having spoken a word to the young man Venn pulled out what Kerris had shoved in his front pocket and handed it over. The raccoon counted it quickly then passed it to the hulking shadow figure with a smile. "For a half hour Coach that'll get you anything you want." Venn had a fleeting moment of panic, how much had Kerris given him anyway? But the raccoon was in his lap now.

He could smell the rich scent of aroused male coming off the young man and it blew all other thoughts out of his head. Instinct took over and he wrapped his arms around the slender body, tilting his head back with a fierce kiss. It had been over a year since he'd last held a body next to his, that last time with Yoel was such a disaster that he tried not to think about it. But this young man was warm and eager in his arms, giving back as good as he got. Venn was fascinated by his sharp little teeth and the feel of those enchanting whiskers against the velvet of his nose. The give and take of kissing grew more heated and he let out a soft moan, lifting his hips slightly to try to relieve some of the growing pressure in his jeans. Almost he let himself imagine that it was Kris in his lap, but his brain shied away from that image, it was enough that the young man was a raccoon like the one in his dreams.

After a time Rocket pulled back from his hungry mouth and pressed a hand into his chest. He opened his eyes and looked down as the raccoon slid from his lap to kneel between his legs. First the nimble little fingers unfastened the buttons on his dark colored shirt, peeling it back and letting it fall behind him to bare that slender blindingly white chest. Then with a teasing smile he reached for Venn's jeans, making short work of unfastening the button and fly. The bulge in his shorts was more than noticeable by this time, straining the cotton of his underwear. He just watched as Rocket hooked his fingers in the elastic and freed his member from it's confinement.

Again those nimble fingers went to work, this time circling his shaft at the base and stroking up ever so slowly, drawing a bead of pre to the tip and a moan from his throat. "Someone's a little pent up I see." God to hear that voice saying such dirty things made Venn's body tremble. All he could do was nod in response to the comment and shift his hips to lift himself a little more into that wonderful grip. "Top or bottom?" The question came with a startling flick of tongue over the tip of his cock.

His body felt like it was on fire just from that single lick, but he forced himself to answer the question. "Top." His eyes followed the raccoon's every move, watching that sharp little muzzle part and slide down his cock with ease. He couldn't help the soft groan that erupted from him when Rocket sealed his mouth around that thick member and started nursing on it. He was so hard it was only a matter of time before his body gave into the pleasure and flooded the young man's mouth. As the sensations grew he let his head fall back onto the back of the couch and his mouth fall open. He let out a moan of displeasure as the mouth left him for a moment only to return leaving a tighter feeling over his cock. He knew that feeling. The raccoon had used his mouth to put a condom on him. Venn couldn't blame him, there was no telling where some of the people he'd have to service had been.

The mouth moved away again and Venn looked down to watch the young man stand up and shed his pants. The dark thong was back, filled out deliciously once more. He reached up and ran his fingers around the waist of it than down over the full pouch watching the raccoon's face as he did. He got a soft moan as a reward and dared to hook his fingers in the waist band to pull the small garment off. The low lighting didn't do the raccoon justice. His cock had the same odd backward 's' curve that Venn remembered from that nightmare episode with Kris, but instead of being black as the boy's was it was a dusky pink colour. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he looked up for permission. A slight nod had him leaning in to wrap his lips around the tip and flick his tongue over the little slit. The salty taste of pre flooded his taste buds and he wasn't sure which of them moaned louder. He wrapped his hands around the young man's slender hips and pulled him forward a step, guiding his cock into the depths of his mouth with an eager slurping sound. He felt those nimble fingers touch his ears, then slide into his mane and redoubled his efforts. His head moved back and forth quickly as he sucked at the hard member in his mouth wanting to feel it explode and chase away the memories of that forbidden dream.

Rocket let him go on like that for a while but before he released he pulled away. "Put your legs together?" He stroked his talented fingers down along Venn's arms and slowly disengaged his hands. "Let me ride a horse tonight stud." Venn managed one last lick over the tip of that lovely prick before he settled back with his knees pressed together. He watched hungrily as the young raccoon straddled his hips, unable to keep his hands to himself as that slender body came close to his chest. His hands slid up the raccoon's back then down again to grip that gorgeous ass. His cock throbbed painfully so hard and needy right now that he was afraid even with the condom he might not last long enough to please his partner.

Rocket leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Relax Coach, let me do the work." He reached under his thigh and wrapped his hand around the base of Venn's aching cock, shifted his hips a little and slowly started to sink down closing his eyes as the tip of Venn's cock pressed against and then into his body. Their mingled moans filled the room for a moment, drowning out the music.

Venn left his hands on the raccoon's backside, feeling the tension as he lifted himself only to let himself fall back down onto the firmness of the horse's stiff cock. Nothing was said now; there was no need for words, when actions spoke so much louder. The raccoon moved over him in a steady rhythm that had him panting and letting out soft moans each time he felt the full length of his cock swallowed by that hot tight body. This was so much better than a dream, more satisfying on so many levels. Venn let his head fall back on the couch once more and gave himself to the sensations not worrying about pleasing his partner as he neared the cusp of his own pleasure. Rocket leaned in and nipped at his neck making him shudder, and sending just enough added sensation through him to spark his orgasm. He clutched at the slender hips holding the raccoon tightly down on his lap as his cock spasmed and jerked with in his body. Just as he felt himself tapering off the young man let out a loud cry and peaked himself, spraying Venn's shirt with the rich scent of his cum and leaving him at the mercy of those tightening inner muscles.

The fleeting thought ran through his head that Kerris was going to have a field day with the state of his shirt, but that was subsumed in the euphoric sensations that took over his mind.