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To Arthur and Buster, it felt like this school day would never be over. It was bad enough that they had to take tests in three different subjects, thanks to Mr. Ratburn's poor planning. What really had both boys excited was that Arthur was going to be spending the whole weekend with his best bud, Buster. Now, there was nothing very unusual about that; each boy practically lived at the others house. No, what made this so special was the fact that Mrs. Baxter would be going away for the weekend to visit some family members and Arthur and Buster would have the house all to themselves.

The boys had longed for the day that they would be permitted to have a house all to themselves without any grown-ups around to bother them. Needless to say, at their age, both Mrs. Baxter and Mr. and Mrs. Reed had to be convinced that the boys were mature enough to be left unsupervised. This turned out to be no small task; with the adults insisting that Arthur and Buster get all their homework done early, volunteer for extra chores and not cause any disciplinary problems at home or school. As hard as it was to remain patient, Buster and Arthur managed to convince their parents they were up to the challenge of acting mature.

"Hi, Mom!" said Buster as he and Arthur walked through the door after being dropped off by the school bus. "We're home!"

Mrs Baxter was rushing around, trying to make sure that she had packed everything necessary for her weekend trip.

"Hi, honey," said Mrs. Baxter, as she threw yet another shirt in her already overstuffed suitcase. Buster couldn't help but find his mother's need to bring what seemed like her entire wardrobe with her amusing.

"Gee, mom," he said snickering, "are you wearing twenty different shirts every day you're away?"

Mrs. Baxter stopped her scurrying about long enough to chastise her son. "Don't be a smart-alec, Buster. You know how hard it is for me to choose what to wear!"

Seeing that his friend's poor choice of words might endanger being left unsupervised for the weekend, Arthur decided some sweet talk might be in order. "I wouldn't worry too much, Mrs. Baxter. I'm sure you'll look lovely no matter what you wear!"

Mrs. Baxter's expression instantly changed from that of seriousness to joy. "Oh, why thank you, Arthur dear. You're mother and father have certainly raised a fine son!"

"Thank you, ma'am," said Arthur as Mrs Baxter patted him on the head approvingly. No sooner had Mrs. Baxter turned her attention away from the two boys when Arthur gave a sly wink to his pal, Buster. Mrs. Baxter went into the kitchen, grabbing some money and a note for Buster.

"Now, here's some money for you two to order a couple of pizzas while I'm gone. Here's the number I'll be staying at, as well as some other numbers you can call in case of an emergency." She paused, turning her attention directly towards her son. "Alright, what are the rules while I'm gone, Buster?"

Buster sighed, but made sure not to roll his eyes, lest he anger his mother once more. "No playing with matches or fire, stay out of your room, don't open the door for strangers . . ."

Mrs. Baxter curled her lip, waiting for the last rule. "And?"

Buster continued. "Make sure that the house looks spotless before you get home on Sunday."

Mrs. Baxter nodded. "Very good. I'm putting my trust in you two, and I hope you don't disappoint me," she warned as she leaned down to pick up her suitcases. Arthur put his hand up. "Please, Mrs. Baxter, Buster and I will be happy to take your luggage!"

Mrs. Baxter again patted Arthur on the head. "Such a perfect gentleman!"

The boys quickly picked up the suitcases and headed out the door to Mrs. Baxter's car. The female rabbit made sure to hug and kiss both of them before she got in the car and took off. Arthur and Buster waved good-bye until the car was out of view. Buster turned and scowled at his best friend.

"You sure put on quite an act!"

Arthur snorted. "That's your fault, asshole!"

Buster's eyes grew wide as dinner plates at hearing his friend swear, but he just as quickly grinned. It finally dawned on him that without any adults around, neither one of them had to worry about their language. Buster laughed at the prospect of care-free speech for the weekend. "Ha, asshole yourself, Arthur!" he shot back.

The boys then ran back inside, both of them flopping down on the large couch in the living room. They stretched their arms and breathed deeply, savoring the sweet smell of freedom.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Arthur.

Arthur ran over and turned on the large screen television. "Let's play some video games for awhile; with the sound up really loud!"

"Sounds good to me!" said Arthur whole-heartedly.

As Buster turned on the gaming system, he made a passing comment to Arthur. "Hey, remind me later tonight, there's something I want to show you!"

"Okay," said Arthur, hardly giving it another thought. "Let's play some games!"

Hours had passed and Arthur and Buster were getting tired of video games; more importantly they were getting hungry. Remembering the money tha his mom had given him, Buster called in a pizza. It took over an hour for the delivery man to get to the house--it was Friday night after all--but it was worth the wait. The two friends wasted no time in scarfing down the extra large supreme pizza, leaving both of them full.

"I'm stuffed," proclaimed Buster as he patted his stomach.

"Me too," admitted Arthur. He yawned, realizing that the hour was getting late, he recalled what Buster had asked him to do earlier in the day. "Hey, didn't you say something about reminding you to show me something before the end of the night?"

Buster looked caught off guard. "Oh, yeah, that," he said scratching his head nervously. "Um, listen, how about I get a really quick shower then you can shower after me; then I'll tell you what it is."

Arthur shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Whatever you want. Just don't hog all the hot water, okay?"

Buster shook his head. "I won't," he said making his way to the bathroom. Before he open the door to go shower, he stopped, turned around and looked at Arthur, his face serious. "Arthur," he said trying to find the right words. "Have you ever felt, you know, different?"

Arthur rubbed his eyes. "Different how?"

Again Buster struggled to find the right words. "Well, it's just . . ." he shook his head. "I'll explain after you get out of the shower, alright?"

Arthur was getting slightly worried, it wasn't like Buster at all to be this serious. "Sure, whatever you want, buddy!"

Buster managed a smile, then closed the bathroom door.

Half and hour had passed, and Buster was good on his word. He Took a very quick shower, changed into his pajamas and told Arthur to take his time> Arthur followed Buster's advice, taking his time and washing himself thoroughly. After drying himself off and changing into his pajamas, Arthur headed to Buster's room. Opening the door, he found a nervous looking Buster sitting at his computer desk. The aardvark couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's completely out of character behaviour.

"Alright, the way you're acting I'm starting to wonder if you murdered somebody!" joked Arthur.

Buster shook his head. "No, you know me better than that." Buster paused, and took a deep breath. "Okay, we've been friends for a long time, right?"

Arthur shook his head. "Right."

"We've never kept secrets from each other, right?"

"Yep," agreed his best friend.

Buster was trembling he was so anxious. "Arthur, I want to tell you something about me, but I don't know how exactly to do it. So, I'm going to show you this video, and you have to promise you won't get mad at me or stop being my friend, okay?"

Arthur put his right hand on his heart and raised his left. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"

Satisfied that Arthur would not abandon him, Buster nodded, turned around and began to play a video. Arthur, not knowing what to expect given Buster's eccentric and often times obsessive compulsive nature, watched intently. The video started with a young adult male rabbit lying in bed. He was just reading a book when he heard a knock on the door. Getting up, he opened his bedroom door and in walked a male fox about the same age as him. The two greeted one another and climbed into bed. Arthur's interest was certainly piqued, not knowing what was going to happen next. The rabbit and fox then embraced one another and started kissing. Arthur had not expected this! He started intently at the computer monitor as the two males started taking off their clothes; their kissing growing more passionate as they were now into heavy petting. Arthur's jaw dropped as soon as the two males had taken off all their clothes. He wanted to say something, but words escaped him. It wasn't until the rabbit had taken the fox's penis into his mouth that Arthur could finally speak.

"Buster . . . you're . . . . you're gay?"

Buster turned around, his eyes starting to tear up. By the tone of Arthur's voice, he just knew the aardvark was going to hate him. He tried to explain. "Arthur, I'm sorry, it's just . . ." He stopped in mid sentence, noticing something very visible on Arthur. "Um, can you explain that?" said the rabbit as he pointed down at Arthur's crotch. The aardvark looked down and saw that he was sporting a very prominent erection. He put his hands over his crotch, trying to hide it.

"Hey, I can explain everything!"

Buster, his face having gone from sheer terror to amusement, finished his friends sentence. "Oh, I'm sure you can explain. You're gay, too!"

Arthur shook his head. "No! It's just that . . ." now he was the one trying to string a coherent sentence together. Buster just folded his arms, grinning and waiting for the inevitable.

Arthur stopped fighting it. Giving a sigh of resignation, he spilled his gusts. "Okay, you're right. If you could get the courage to tell me the truth, so can I." He breathed deep and stood up straight. "Buster, you're my best friend and I'm telling you right here, right now that I'm gay!"

Buster reached his arms out and hugged his best friend. "Thank you, Arthur. I guess we both know how hard it is to admit how we feel!" Buster noticed Arthur's erection poking into his stomach. "Hehe, that's not the only thing that feels hard!"

Arthur playfully shoved him away, still somewhat ashamed that he was sporting a boner. Buster didn't mind at all. "Hey, you think it's any coincidence that I choose this weekend of all times to come out to you?"

Arthur's eyes grew wide. "We're here all by ourselves!" he exclaimed.

"Yep, and I think we should have some real fun!" added Buster. "Can I see it?" he asked nervously.

Arthur smiled, his reluctance vanished. "Sure, if you show me yours!"

Buster nodded in agreement. Buster counted to three and the two friends both whipped out their hardened members from inside their pajamas. Both of them stared at the other's package. They had both seen each other naked before, but only briefly in the locker room before and after gym. It was Buster, just like before, who gathered the courage to take it to the next step.

"Can I touch it?" he asked timidly.

Arthur nodded. "Same deal as before. Yours for mine!"

The two friends inched forward and carefully reached out a hand. The rabbit and the aardvark shivered at the others' touch, their hands gently stroking the other's cock.

"I think we should get more comfortable," suggested Arthur.

Buster just nodded in agreement. Oddly enough, the boys seemed to know what each other was thinking. Slowly, sensually they pulled each others' clothes off, savoring every moment of their first intimate time together. No sooner had they completely disrobed, when Buster pulled Arthur close to him, starting deep into the aardvark's eyes.

"I love you, Arthur Reed."

"I love you too, Buster Baxter."

The lovers now sealed their confession by a deep, long kiss. The boys closed their eyes, enjoying the taste and feel of each other. Arthur rreached down and squeezed at Buster's firm cheeks. Buster giggled at the gesture, then broke their kiss. He looked over at his bed, and motioned Arthur over.

"Shall we?" he asked slyly.

Arthur nodded. Joined hand in hand, they walked over to the bed. Just before Arthur could climb aboard, Buster shoved him down. Taken by surprise, Arthur laughed as Buster turned him over. Propping himself up above the aardvark, Buster smiled and lowered himself down on Arthur, continuing his aggressive kissing. Arthur leaned his head back, exhaling deeply as Buster's kisses moved farther south. He knew what his friend wanted, but he wanted Buster to ask to do it.

"I want you to ask me if you can, Buster." he said.

The rabbit couldn't believe what he was hearing! For years he had wanted to ask Arthur to do this, and it was finally happening.. "Arthur, I want to suck you cock," he said soothinly.

"Beg for it!" ordered the aardvark.

Buster started whining. "Please, I want your delicious meat!"

"Okay, but it better be good!"

Buster grinned cutely. "I can tell that someone has watched gay porn before!"

Arthur smiled as he watched the rabbit's tongue touch the tip of his penis. He shook at the sensation of being pleasured by his best friend, watching Buster take his tongue and lick up and down and all around his hardened member before he finally, but ever so slowly opened his mouth. Arthur melted as Buster slurped on his member, making wet, sloppy sounds associated with fellatio. Minutes went by, and Buster increased his speed, wanting nothing more than to taste Arthur's seed, but the aardvark had something else in mind.

"Buster, stiop!" he ordered.

Buster let the cock slide out of his mouth. "What's wrong?"

His best friend smiled. "Trade me places."

Happy to oblige his best friend turned lover's request, Buster lay on his back as he watched Arthur get into position; putting his right hand on the rabbit's cock. Arthur looked up.

"You don't have to ask, it's all yours!" said Buster.

Following the same pattern as his friend, the aardvark first licked Buster's rock hard dick before taking it into his mouth and going to town on it. Buster twitched and moaned, delighted by what was being done to him. Looking in between his legs, he looked warmly at Arthur, loving every moment of the blowjob he was being given. He reached a paw out, tenderly stroking Arthur's head fur, letting him know that he was completely comfortable with what they were doing. Arthur whimpered, savoring his lover's caress, and savoring the succulent taste of young rabbit cock, but just as before, he was interupted.

"Arthur . . . don't wanna cum just yet!"

The aardvark let Buster's cock out of his mouth. "You want something different?"

"Trade me places again, would you?"

Not saying a word, the two traded places once again; Buster on his back but this time his legs were raised and spread apart.

"Arthur, I want you to fuck me,"

"Are you sure?" asked Arthur.

The aardvark looked at the expression on his lover's face. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life!"

Nodding, he got in between Buster's legs and pointed his cock straight at the rabbit's entrance.

"Let me know if this hurts," demanded Arthur.

"Don't worry, I know I'll want it hard," said Buster.

Gaining control of himself, Arthur gently rubbed the tip of his penis against Buster's opening. Having never done this before, Arthur needed the help of his right hand to help shove his cock in. Gauging his lover's reaction, the aardvark carefully shoved his entire length into the rabbit. Marveling at the tightness of Buster's virgin hole, he slowly thrusted in and out of the rabbit, making sure not to overload him and making sure he could get into a steady rhythm. Gaining confidence by the moment, Arthur picked up his pace, giving the rabbit a good anal pounding. Buster loved every split second of their coupling, moaning and yelling, telling Arthur how much he wanted it..

"Fuck me, Arthur! Harder, faster!"

Sweat lining his body, the aardvark really went at it. Motivated by the sound of Buster's dick slapping against his stomach, he reached down and jerked off the rabbit as he violently thrust away. So great was the bliss the two were experiencing, it was almost transcendent; making them feel as though nothing else mattered but the moment they were living in. It was getting to be too much for Arthur, he knew he couldn't hold out.

"Buster, gonna . . . cum!"

No sooner had he uttered that last word when a rush of his seed came cascading out his penis and inside Buster's ass. Buster too was feeling the overwhelming bliss as his seed shot out onto his stomach and face. Arthur, trying to catch his breath, collapsed onto his lover. Buster didn't care. This had been the greatest night of his life, experiencing sex for the first time, and no less than with his best friend and lover.

After the two had managed to catch their breath, Arthur went to work, cleaning off Buster; licking the rabbit's seed off his stomach and fur, which made Buster laugh.

"So, I guess you had a good time too?"

Arthur nodded and snuggled up to his new boyfriend, happy that he had confessed his true feelings as he was certain Buster was content with his decision as well.

"Never felt better in all my life, but there is just one problem?"

Yawning, Buster looked over at the aardvark. "What's that?"

"I won't know how we'll manage to top this tomorrow. You know, we still have a day and a half for more fun."

Buster smiled. "I think we'll be just fine." ­