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This is a commission I was given that I have procrastinated on for 10 months now. Whoops. The person who commissioned it gave me the rough idea, and I turned it into the story. Now, I have finally finished it, so here it is! But, because it was written in small chunks over such a long time, there are probably a few weird errors in it (plus I wrote the first 15 pages without using any names...) so if you spot one, feel free to message me and tell me what I should fix! Other than that, I hope you enjoy this story! Also, filthy dirty gay smut. People who shouldn't read this, you know who you are. *glares* Also, also, use condoms.

Classroom Distractions By Miqmah

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Shit, it's happening again, Connor thought to himself as he shifted in his seat in the third row of his math class.

He could feel his groin pulse as he slipped a paw into his hoodie pocket to try and cover it up. His eye's nervously darted around the room to see if anyone had noticed his new predicament, but fortunately, everyone was still mindlessly watching the old badger rambling on about Pythagorean's theorem.

The rabbit closed his eyes and tried to occupy his mind to try and reverse what was happening. He felt his cock swell and emerge from his sheath in his jeans. He sighed quietly as he opened his eyes again, looking around the room for a way out.

The story was always the same; not a day had gone by of his freshman year of high school where it didn't happen. At least once a day, he would mercilessly get aroused, and the only solution he could figure out was to run to the bathroom for relief.

The paw in his pocket could feel the hot pulsing bulge running down the side of his leg as his mind rushed to come up with another excuse to leave class early... again. He looked at the clock. There was still almost twenty minutes left. He bit his lip and raised his hand.

"Yes?" the teacher asked, somewhat shocked that a student was paying attention enough to ask a question.

"May I be excused?" Connor's mind jumped between a few options. "I have to meet my brother to pick up something."

The badger frowned, more upset that the question didn't have to do with the all-important hypotenuse, and waved his paw at the fidgeting rabbit to let him go.

He anxiously shoved his notebook into his backpack and ran out of the room past the staring eyes which were starved for any form of entertainment. He could just hear the lecture pick up again as the door closed behind him. He wondered if his lie would ever come back to bite him, since he didn't have a brother. In fact, he was very alone. He didn't make friends easily, and now at a new school, he was quickly gaining a reputation for the guy who goes to the bathroom a lot, which wasn't helping his social career much. He just hoped that no one would figure out why he was in the bathroom so much.

He walked down the deserted high school hallway, one paw still firmly shoved in his hoodie pocket to hide the obvious growth in the front of his pants. He always wore the red hoodie since the problem started, because it was the only thing that was long enough to hide it. People would pick on him for wearing it on hot days, but he knew that it was better than the alternative.

As he reached the boy's bathroom, he looked around to make sure that no one saw him go in. He slipped past the green tiled doorway and checked if the bathroom was empty. The silence of the room broke as the metal stall door closed and the lock slid shut.

He sat down on the toilet and lifted up the bottom of his hoodie, holding it under his chin as he quickly undid his pants button and pulled down his zipper. He shimmied out of his jeans and boxers and his stiff, hard cock bobbed in front of him.

You better make this quick, he told himself, I want to get back to class.

With a sigh, he grabbed a hold of his cock and started pumping away. The soft sound of his heavy breathing echoed in the stall.

He was big for a rabbit. A little over nine inches the last time he measured. But, he often wished he was smaller so his problem would be easier to hide.

As his paw worked over his shaft, his mind just kept on thinking about the class he was missing, and all the other classes he left early for. He cursed himself under his breath as his paw moved faster over his tip, trying to get himself to cum as quickly as he could. He gave up on quality a long time ago.

The guilty feeling washed over him the longer he took, keeping him from cumming and taking up even more time. With each minute, he knew he was going to be later and later to class. He leaked precum in thin strands that touched the tiled floor and the wet sound of his paw sliding around filled the small bathroom. His fist was a blur as he heard the bell ring.

Fuck.

He squeezed down hard on his cock, knowing that he had already missed what was left of his math class, and wasn't even close to finishing up. He heard the eruption of noise as students filled into the hallway. He sat motionless with his cock in his paw as he heard footsteps get closer. He could see passing feet under the stall door, and the sounds of guys reliving themselves at the urinal.

His cock pulsed in his paw as he gripped down again in frustration, hard enough to hurt. A bead of precum oozed from his tip and fell silently to the tiled floor. He could see the sinks through the small gap in the door and watched his classmates quietly: a lion fluffing out his mane, a lizard washing his hands but forgetting soap.

The bathroom fell silent again and the bell loudly rang in Connor's ears.

Great. I'm late again.

This time it was for English, and his mind wouldn't leave the idea of the paper he had to turn it at the very start of class; no exceptions. His frustration increased as he angrily worked his cock, huffing away, caring less about getting caught.

With a grunt, the tip of his cock shot a white stream across the stall, followed by a few others, hitting the tile with a loud splat.

He didn't let himself enjoy his orgasm as he crumpled up some toilet paper and cleaned off his softening cock. He stood up, pulled up his pants and squatted down to clean up the rest of the mess, flushing the evidence down the toilet, and rushing out of the stall to wash the wads of cum out of the fur on his paws. He tried to ignore the fact that the whole bathroom smelled like spunk. With a frustrated noise, he looked up at the clock and shook the water from his paws and he rushed out of the bathroom.

He jogged down the hallway to his English class, and sighed before trying to open the door only to find it locked. The attempt made enough noise that the teacher and all of the students looked at him through the small glass window in the door.

It was too late to run.

The annoyed looking female cardinal walked over to the door at let him in.

"You're late," she said in a shrill voice as the rabbit walked in.

"I know, I'm sorry," he said, just wanting to craw his way to the back of the room and disappear from the gaze of the class.

"You've disrupted my lecture," the cardinal said, blocking Connor from escape.

"I said I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to the class."

Connor looked over at the staring eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Good. Now, sit down. You've already missed your chance to turn in your paper."

Connor walked down the row of desks, feeling the eyes following him as the cardinal continued talking. He sat down at an empty desk, and looked over to see a tiger turning his head from him.

He pulled out a notebook and tried to take notes, but he was too distracted by the event. He had spent hours on that paper. He realized that he broke the tip of his pencil against his paper; his last one.

He sat back and let his mind go blank, trying to keep calm. It was the last class of the day, and then he'd be free. He just sat there, watching the cardinal write perfect cursive on the black board but he didn't bother to read what it said. He was just there to wait for the bell.

***

"What's with the sweatshirt?" a rat asked as Connor sat down at the desk table before the first class of the day started.

"What do you mean?" Connor replied, not wanting to get into the discussion so early in the morning.

"Well, you wear it every day. And it's still hot outside. What gives?"

The teacher cleared his throat to start the lesson, and Connor just shrugged and turned to the board.

The rat, Jacob, was one of the few people he considered a friend at the school, which was using the term liberally. It was mostly a friendship of convenience, since they shared three of the same classes, and they didn't live far from each other, which made partner projects easy. But, outside of class and homework, they never talked.

As the teacher started his lecture on how electrons functioned, Jacob slid over a notebook without looking. Connor looked down. In messy handwriting is said;

Seriously, what's with the hoodie? Do you have some kind of hideous rash or something? Can I see?

Connor just pushed the notebook back.

"That bad, huh?" Jacob said under his breath.

Connor was about to glare, but the teacher cleared his throat again, stopping the lecture and focusing his attention on the two. After a few seconds of awkward staring, he continued.

The class dragged on until the bell rang. Jacob continued to bug him about the sweatshirt until Connot left the room and darted down the hall to get away.

As he sat down at his desk in his second class, the teacher called him over.

"I've noticed that you've been missing a lot of class lately," the female cheetah said soft enough so the other students wouldn't hear, looking Connor in the eye. "Is there something wrong?"

"Um... no. I Just...." He tried to come up with something, but his excuses were exhausted.

"Well," she said, letting her eyes follow another student walking in and sitting down before returning to the rabbit. "I'm just concerned. You've already missed two quizzes. I don't like seeing students fail..."

"Fail?" Connor asked concernedly. "Am I failing?"

"Well... yes." She watched Connor's ears drop. "But I know you're a smart kid from what work you have done. You just can't keep missing class like this."

"I... I can't help it," Connor said, not sure what else to say.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Connor tied to think of something, but couldn't. "I wish I could explain, but I... can't. Can I just make up the quizzes?"

"It's against my policy. If I let you remake them, I'd have to let everyone remake them."

Connor sighed. "I'll just try to not miss class anymore."

The cheetah smiled. "If there is anything else, feel free to talk to me about it."

The rabbit gave a forced smile back and returned to his seat as the bell rang and the teacher started.

Half way in, as she began talking about the Spanish-American War, he could feel his crotch pulse again.

Oh, please, not now.

Connor started to doodle in his notebook, trying his hardest to concentrate on something else. He felt his cock start to grow down the side of his jeans and he started to tap the tip of his pencil on this paper, trying to think of what to do. His looked at the clock. It wasn't even close to the time class would be over.

"There will be a quiz at the end of class today," he heard her say.

Shit.

He tried to ignore the raging hard-on pulsing against his leg, but it wasn't doing much. He started tapping his foot, but the movement only made the fabric rub, and he felt his cock pulse more. The hot piece of flesh burned against his leg.

Not now, please not now.

His mind rushed to anything he could focus on: the sound of the dry erase marker on the white board, the bobbing head of half conscious wolf three seats over, what might be on the lunch menu. But, every time he cleared his mind, he suddenly became conscious of his libido again.

His cock ached as it jammed its engorged self into the tight jean leg. Connor shifted in his seat and felt a large cold patch of pre that had started to leak. He thought about his options. He knew if he left, he'd only be putting his already failing grade in a deeper hole, and he'd be disappointing the teacher by breaking his promise. He wondered if he could get away with stroking himself off at the desk without anyone noticing.

He slid a paw slowly down to his lap. The fingers ran among part of his hot solid bulge and had to fight to keep in a moan, getting the attention of the cat sitting next to him. He played it off like a casual itch, and went back to thinking of other options. His cock pulsed and he felt a fresh squirt of pre stain the side of his pants. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone's wandering eyes would notice the dark wet spot.

The lights to the room shut off, and he realized that he was paying no attention to what was going on in the class. As the teacher pressed the pay button, a fuzzy VHS copy of a movie from the 90s about Mexico began to play.

"I need to grab the quizzes from my office," the teacher said, heading towards the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes." The cheetah disappeared out of the door.

This was his chance. If he could finish the job quickly enough, he could play it off as if he had just stepped out for a bathroom break and still be able to take the quiz. But he had to hurry, he reminded himself as he stood up, thankful for the darkness of the room helping to hide his embarrassment.

As he got to the well-lit hallway, he practically ran to the bathroom. He didn't have time to check to make sure it was empty as he slammed the door and pulled out his cock. He feverishly pumped away at the long rod, trying his hardest to quickly reach an orgasm. His chest heaved as he breathed, placing a paw on the wall and aiming over the toilet. His quick paw worked his wide head as he mentally pictured anything sexy he had ever seen. With each passing second, he knew his plan was more likely to fail, and he grew more and more determined.

A bead of sweat rolled off of his small nose as he back arched. He was so close. He gripped down hard, getting angry that it was taking so long. His paw moved faster, pulling on his cock hard enough to hurt. He could smell the musk coming off of him.

He jumped at the sharp noise of the bell.

"FUCK!" He yelled loudly ripping his paw way from his cock and hitting his fist against the tiled wall. He turned around and sat on the toilet, his throbbing, worn cock still standing strong from his hips. He wiped a tear from his eye as he sat in complete frustration. He wanted to yell, but he knew it would only draw attention to the bathroom. He wanted to run. He wanted to just give up and never come back. But, he remembered that his backpack and notebook were still in the classroom and he'd have to go back and come up with another tired excuse. He pictured the look of disappointment on the teacher's face, and the look of displeasure on his parents face when they found out he was failing. He couldn't hold it in anymore

He wept into his paws. He tried to keep it quiet, but he wasn't on control of the sobs anymore. He swore under his breath. He didn't know what to do. He was pathetic; sitting in a high school bathroom with an uncontrollable erection, facing failing grades, and no one he could talk to. The tears soaked the fur on his face.

A dalmatian walked up to a urinal and unzipped his jeans to relieve himself. He heard the crying from the one stall, and thought it was weird that anyone was in the bathroom, since it was kind of out of the way in a back hallway that usually only the theater classes used. As he zipped up, he figured that the person crying hadn't heard him enter, and his curiosity got the best of him. He crept quietly over to the side of the stall, being careful to not show his feet as he stepped up on the lip of a urinal. He balanced himself on the porcelain step and cautiously raised his eyes over the edge of the stall.

He saw the crying rabbit, bent over, wiping tears from his cheeks. He didn't recognize him, and his curiosity had been fed as he looked back down to get a better footing. He saw Connor shift a little out of the corner of his eye and saw the long thick cock between his legs. The dalmatian's eyes got wide and he felt his sheath pulse. He watched for a few seconds, a secret voyeur to the scene, trying to decide what to do. Connor wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie and the dalmatian made up his mind.

The rabbit's ears perked as he heard the sound of claws against the metal wall and jumped as he saw the dalmatian heaving a leg over. Connor scrambled off the toilet and pressed up against the wall. His heart was racing as the dalmatian landed on the ground. A thousand scenarios of getting beaten up, or being reported, or worse, ran through the rabbit's head as his wide eyes stared from his frozen self.

The dalmatian looked at the scared rabbit cowering in the corner, his well endowed member still standing tall from under his hoodie. As Connor noticed the dalmatian staring at his crotch, he broke from the freeze and felt for the door lock frantically.

"Hey there," the dalmatian said, moving closer, placing a paw above the frightened rabbit's shoulder. Their bodies got very close. His other paw moved down to the bulge in his pants and pulled down the zipper.

With a loud click, Connor dashed out of the stall. The swinging stall door hit the dalmatian in the head. He tried to run after the rabbit, but he was long gone by the time he moved past the door, rubbing what was to be a big lump on his forehead.

"Dammit," he said, reaching down and zipping up his pants again. "Idiot." He mumbled to himself as he washed up and made sure he wasn't bleeding before going off to class.

***

Connor sat at the back of the bus with his hood up, thinking about the day. He gripped the side of his backpack, which he had paid his rat acquaintance five dollars to pick up from the classroom, telling the teacher that he had a family emergency and had to leave. It was a quick solution that still left a lot of problems in its wake. He wondered about dropping out, but his parents would probably kick him out if he did that. He thought of what the teacher would say to him the next time she saw him. He thought of that F he'd forever have on his report card. He thought of the bathroom, and he thought of the dalmatian.

His face kept flashing up in his memory. It looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. He was kind of cute, in a simple kind of way. He kept playing what had happened over and over in his mind, trying out difference scenarios. In some he kneed the dalmatian in the balls, in others they ended up kissing. He was so lost in fantasy that he almost missed his stop.

As he walked home, he kept picturing the bulge in the dalmatian's pants, making his own grow. Fearing more embarrassment, he changed his thoughts to how glad he was that it was finally Friday, and his pace quickened a little in the chilling fall air.

***

The weekend's nights had been rough for the rabbit. His thoughts had held him captive and awake for hours, leaving him tired and jumpy on the Monday. He skipped breakfast since both of his parents had already left for work and rode the bus with a growling stomach. The ride was quick, and by the time the school had appeared in the foggy bus window, Connor's stomach demanded food.

Shit.

He started class like normal, with the exception of being even quieter than he normally was, focusing more on trying not to fall asleep then the lecture in front of him. The bell rang, and he moved to the next class, and the next, where he was relieved to see a sub had been called, sparing him another day from having to talk to his teacher. The sub popped in another movie the class had already seen, and he started doodling in his notebook. His absent mind kept sketching out dog heads with spots, which he quickly scratched out before anyone saw. He wondered if he'd ever see him again. Another bell, another class, and then Connor found himself sitting alone at a table for lunch.

His food quickly disappeared as he cured his hunger, and as he sat playing with some crumbs on his tray, he heard someone sit down across from him. He looked up and jumped a little.

"Hi!" the dalmatian said, looking back with a smile. "Sorry about what happened last week," he said picking up a slice of pizza, "I didn't mean to freak you out."

Connor was frozen again. He didn't know what to do. All of the noise in the room seemed to stop as he watched the dog gnaw away at the pizza in front of him. Before he knew what was happening he saw the cafeteria disappear as he ran, clutching his backpack. His breath was heavy as he walked to the library and sat down in the history section, shielded by tall shelves. His paws gripped the side of his backpack, trying to think through his noisy brain. He closed his eyes and sat motionless until the bell rang and he walked to class.

His eyes darted around the cramped halls as he walked, looking for anything white with black spots. He was nervous to see the dalmatian again, coming up with escape routes in his head as he moved, but a small flutter of excitement tickled his stomach when he saw a snow leopard in the corner of his eye.

The rest of the day was the same. He found himself walking a little slower between classes, even taking a hall he didn't normally take, just in the chance he might catch a glimpse, just a quick one, small enough to see him and run again. But, the dalmatian was nowhere in sight.

As Connor stepped onto the bus and crammed himself into a seat, he looked out of the window. There, on the small hill, was the dalmatian, sitting with his arms crossed on his knees, looking bored into the distance.

Connor wondered if he had been looking for him all day too. As the bus started up, he watched the dog out of the corned of his eye as they drove off. He sighed. As he flicked the zipper on his backpack, he realized that he hadn't had a random erection at all that day.

***

Connor flung his backpack onto his bed and plopped down at his desk. He sat and thought for a few minutes before getting up to lock his bedroom door. While he didn't have to deal with his usual embarrassment at school, now that he was home, his pants were threatening to rip if they were to stretch any further. With a loud zip, his cock sprung out and he sighed in relief. He stepped out of his pants and got down on his knees. He looked down at his cock poking out from under his hoodie, throbbing between his legs. He grabbed his base with his paw and moaned. It felt odd to him. His body tingled as he squeezed. He hadn't touched himself for pleasure in a long, long time, but the thoughts of the dalmatian gave him an unfamiliar urge. He pulled his paw up along his shaft and shivered. A bead of pre landed on the wooden floor. His mind recreated the dalmatian's face as he pulled back down.

He saw the dog walking up to him again in the bathroom, grabbing him and kissing him. They moved into the stall and started ripping off each other's clothes, burying his face in the speckled chest, feeling his hot cock slide through his hand.

His mind buzzed with the pictures as his paw slowly caressed his shaft. His other paw moved to his mouth where he lubed up some fingers and placed them at the tight ring under his tail. He pictured the mysterious stranger with him in the steamy waters of the locker-room showers, coming up behind him with a surprise. He gasped as he was entered, the flow of the warm water making it hard to tell where his lovers paws were on his body. A pair of soft lips kissing his cheek as deeper and deeper they connected, their bodies touching, moving, and thrusting under the water, the dalmatian's cock far inside. He came, sending ropes of cum onto the soapy, wet tiles.

He opened his eyes and looked at the wet streaks on the floor in front of him and felt his cock pulse in his paw. His whole body was warm and it felt like he was floating. He pulled the fingers from himself, and shifted on his ankles. He had never had an orgasm like that before.

"But who the heck are you?" he said to himself, catching his breath and scooting over to his bookshelf. He grabbed an old yearbook and started flipping through the pages. The grids of faces stared back at him with forced smiles and perfectly groomed fur. Page after page flipped by until he found the spotted mug that had been stuck in his head all day. Gage Grant. He folded over the corner and flipped to the club photos. He only found the dalmatian in one more; the drama club. Connor closed the book and put it back.

"Hmmm," he said to himself as he stood back up and got a paper towel to clean up the mess. "Drama club..."

***

The next day at lunch, Conner sat alone again, but this time, he was discretely watching all around. His heart was racing as he thought of the dalmatian's return. He took another bite of his sandwich and darted his eyes around.

"Calm down," he whispered to himself, "He might not even show up."

"Hey!" he heard from behind him.

The rabbit spun around quickly but was disappointed to see Jacob standing there with a lunch tray.

"Can I sit with you?" he asked, already pulling up a chair

"Sure," Conner said softly, sighing to himself.

Jacob shoved a big chunk of sandwich in his mouth and started chewing "So," he said between bites. "You never did tell me what's up with the jacket."

"My dead grandma gave it to me." He lied, knowing the rat wouldn't ask more.

"Oh..." he said, staying silent for a few minutes. "Were you close?"

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Gruesome death, huh?" he said, focusing his attention on a bag of chips in his paw.

Conner stared at the rat in disbelief that he would even say such a thing about the fictional death of his grandma.

"Hey."

They both looked up at the dalmatian.

"Can sit with you two?" he asked.

Conner just stared, but Jacob motioned for him to sit down as he stuffed his face.

Gage sat down across from Conner before picking up his sandwich and smiling.

Conner looked down at his food. He heart was beating loudly in his chest. Suddenly the noise of the rat next to him eating became very loud, and an overwhelming flood of embarrassment came over him.

He looked up, wanting to tell the dalmatian that Jacob and him weren't really friends, but it was too late.

"So, how long have you know each other?" Gage asked Jacob.

"Oh," the rat said, swallowing. "Years now. Well, since Jr. High PE class at least."

"Well, that's nice," he said, smiling at Conner, who was turning red under his fur.

"Yeah," Jacob laughed. "I think I've known him for as long as he's had that hoodie."

"Would you lay off of my hoodie!?" Conner yelled in frustration, making everyone around them look. He immediately looked down, clenching his fist wanting to run away again.

"Whoa... sorry man," Jacob said, finally pausing in his eating rampage.

Conner eyed his backpack and was about to make a dart for it when he felt something touch his foot. He scooted his foot back but it touched him again. He looked up at the smiling face of the dalmatian. The dog's foot rested on the rabbit's.

"So, what are you two doing after school?" Gage asked, looking back towards the rat.

"Uhh," Jacob said, "something with the folks. Dad's showing me something to do with plumbing or some shit, I dunno."

"How about you?" the dalmatian said looking at Conner and pressing down a little on his foot.

"Uhh.... I..." he stumbled, "I have homework." Another lie.

"Darn. I was hoping to bring a friend to club today."

"Drama club?" Conner said.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?"

"Lucky guess." He looked back down at his plate, contemplating the term "friend".

As Gage opened his muzzle to say something again, the bell rang, and Conner hopped up and ran off with his backpack and tray before the other two could follow him.

***

Sitting on the bus, watching the straggling kids slowly make their way out of the school, Conner fiddled with the strap of his backpack, chewing on his lip in thought. The bus engine turned on and the bus driver closed the door. Connor tapped his foot nervously before springing up. The bus driver watched the rabbit walking quickly down the aisle and opened the door again to let him off.

Conner stood on the sidewalk, watching the busses take off without him, and he turned back to the school and sighed.

***

A rather pudgy owl with a scarf was standing in the middle of the stage breathing heavily through his chest while various furs in the front row stood up and followed with him. Gage was with them.

"Good," the owl hooted in a loud, deep voice. "Feel the flame within build. Let it grow with each breath you take in, and make it spread through your body with each exhale. Feel it down in your fingers and toes."

The owl breathed in dramatically, puffing out his chest, and then let out an ear splitting loud hoot, making Conner, hiding behind the crack of the theater door, cup his large ears. As the rabbit peeked through the slit, the owl started wiggling his entire body, quickly being followed by the rest of the group. He had to hold back his laughter at the sight when he heard a clearing throat from behind him.

A lizard in a miniskirt and one too many piercings was standing there looking at him questioningly. He moved out of the way and she darted in, tossing her backpack aside and joining the giggling crowd. Conner returned to his voyeuristic position.

"Now that we're all loosened up, I figured we'd start today's meeting with trust falls," the owl said, still wiggling his fingers at his sides.

"Again?" a porcupine asked, not too happy about it.

"Yes. Now everyone into pairs!" he said, waving his wings in front of him.

The rabbit watched as the group quickly separated into two lines, each facing a partner. All except for Gage who stood at the end, opposite a blank space.

"Hmmm," the owl said, rubbing his lower beak. "Seems we have an odd number this week. No matter, I shall be your falling partner!"

Gage looked wide-eyed at the very round owl who must have been twice his size, if not more.

"Ummm...." Gage said before the lizard ran up to the owl and whispered something in his ear, pointing towards the door.

Conner froze.

"Ho! It seems we do have another for this meeting! Young man, come in!" the owl's loud booming voice said.

Conner stayed still, wondering if he could just run.

"There's no point in hiding anymore, the stage calls!" the owl said, taking a step closer.

The door slowly opened and he stepped in. Gage smiled and his tail began to wag. Conner closed the door behind him and looked at the crowd staring at him.

"Ahh, a shy one I see," the owl said, walking towards him. In no time at all, Conner was wrapped in a large, uncomfortably warm wing of the owl as he was lead up on stage with the group. "When I was a hatchling I was nervous too, but look at me now!" he said in his booming voice, filling the whole theater. "Now, do you know how a trust fall works?" he asked, gently guiding the nervous rabbit into his place in the line.

He nodded. All of the eyes were still on him, including the dalmatian in front of him. All he could think about was how badly he didn't want to get an erection at this moment in time.

"Good! Then let's begin. This side falls," he said pointing to Gage's side, "and this side catches," he said, getting to Conner's side.

With a smile, Gage turned around and spread his arms out.

Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, Conner repeated in his mind as he watched the dalmatian start to lean back. He held out his arms as the spotted head came closer. With a grunt, they collided. Gage's body rested against his own, the smell of his fur strong in his nose, their heads close to each other. Conner slowly set him back down, starting to feel a tingle in his pants.

Gage stood back up and smiled at the rabbit.

"I thought you said you had homework?" he asked.

"I had less than I thought," Conner said, trying to focus on anything but the growing problem in his pants.

"Well, I'm glad you came!"

Conner smiled back.

"Good!" the owl said as he paced the stage. "Now, the other way around.

The line turned, and Conner stood there. He had never done a trust fall before. He closed his eyes and held up his arms. He leaned back on his ankles and braced himself as he felt gravity shift.

"Whoa," Gage said, catching Conner under his arms, "Relax, I got you." His muzzle was right next to the rabbit ears. Flashes of last night's fantasies in the shower rushed through Conner's memories. "It works much better when you're loose."

Conner quickly scrambled back up, feeling his pants get a little tighter. He shoved his fists into the pockets of his hoodie to try and hide the fact.

"Now, if everyone would have a seat, I'd like to read a section of the play we will be working with for the next few weeks." The owl said, pulling out a well used paper book and flipping to one of the many bookmarks stuck in it.

The group had moved out if the lines and were plopping down on the stage, gearing their attention to the owl as he cleared his throat.

Conner quickly sat down and held his knees close together to hide everything. Gage sat next to him.

"Hollo! You there! Your money!" the owl belted, acting out as he went along.

As the owl continued, playing every part, the dalmatian scooted a little closer and leaned in.

"If you have homework to do, you can go," the dalmatian whispered. "Today is just a reading day, which is why I wanted to bring a friend to keep it interesting."

Conner tired to focus on something other than how close the dog's lips were to his cheek. "No, it's ok, I'll stay. I just have some social studies stuff."

"Oh, that's an easy class."

"Well... I'm kinda... failing," Conner said, unsure if he should have told him or not.

"Really? Need a tutor? I got an A. I can help you with your homework after this if you want."

Conner stared forward at the owl, not really knowing how to respond to the new excuse to see the dalmatian regularly.

"If you want," Gage said, "you can come over to my place. My folks won't mind."

Conner nodded slowly, still looking at the owl. He was trying not to think about the raging hard-on against his thigh.

"Cool, let me text my mom so she can pick us up." The dalmatian smoothly pulled out a phone and typed something in his lap as the owl turned away quoting something in a high, shrill voice in an attempt to sound feminine. As Gage pushed send, he shot a smile to Conner and shifted to a more relaxed pose.

"And you're welcome to sleep over too," Gage whispered.

The rabbit's cock pulsed as he thought about what Gage wore to bed, if anything.

"I... I better not."

"That's cool. Some other time then."

The group watched the owl perform almost the entire play by himself, running around the stage, gesturing dramatically, until someone reminded him that club time was over.

As he snapped back into reality, the students started gathering their backpacks.

"Oh dear!" the owl said. "Seems I lost track of time. And we had more to do today!"

"This always happens on reading days," Gage whispered to Conner as he slipped his backpack on. "My mom should be outside waiting."

Conner followed the dog out to the parking lot and up to a purple minivan.

"Hey mom!" Gage said to an older dalmatian female.

"Hey honey, is this your friend?" he said, looking at Conner as he climbed through the door.

"Yep, can he stay for dinner?"

"Of course!" she said as Gage reached over Conner's lap to close the car door.

Conner was nervous, but tried not to show it. Not having many friends, he hadn't been to another person's house in years. He was focusing so much on trying to appear calm that he didn't notice that he was quiet the entire ride. The van finally pulled up to a house covered in ivy and other plant life. It was larger than then his house, designed for a family of five or six.

"I have a few errands to run, so I'll be gone until dinner. Does takeout sound good?" the mother said as the two got out of the car.

"Sounds good to me," Gage said, looking at Conner, who nodded. The mom smiled and backed the van out into the street. The rabbit watched nervously as the van drove out of sight, wondering if the two would be alone in the house.

"Do you have siblings?" Conner asked as they walked inside and he noticed how quiet it was.

"Yeah, but they're all away at college or moved out. It's just me and my mom now."

"Ah," Conner said, looking around.

It was a clean, well decorated place with white carpet and white furniture. Family photos hung on the walls, a plant on a stand near the window, a big TV in the corner. The only sound was the ticking of a large clock hung on the wall.

"So," Gage said, letting his bag drop to the floor, "wanna do it here on the table?"

"What?" Conner said, looking at the dalmatian, feeling his heat jump.

"You're homework?" Gage said, chuckling.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Conner said, wondering how transparent he was being.

"We'll save the fucking for the couch."

The rabbit stared, not sure what to do or if he was joking and unsure if he wished he was or not.

Gage started laughing and Conner chuckled too and quickly pulled out his textbook. "I have to make a timeline of Mexican history."

"Oh, I remember that project. Do you have your points written out yet?"

"Umm... no."

"Well, that's where we'll start! Get out some paper and a pencil."

The two worked on the project, and Conner was surprised at how helpful Gage was, and even more surprised that the tension between them seemed to have disappeared. His mind would occasionally wander as he thought about if the dalmatian had lost interest in him. It made Conner a little sad because his little crush on the spotted dog had started to grow. But little things, like how close Gage got when reading over his shoulder, and the quick three paw brushes on his thigh made him still wonder.

"That's all she wanted us to do for tonight," Conner said, finishing writing up modern Mexico's point on the timeline. "She's explaining the rest of the project tomorrow."

"Oh, ok," Gage said. "Well, I could help you with what's next, if you wanted. Then you'd be ahead."

"Hmmm," Conner said, looking over his notes. "Nah, I'm about worn out on Mexico for the day." He smiled up at Gage, who had moved a lot closer and was smiling back. He felt a paw on his knee and felt his heart race again.

"Don't be nervous," the dalmatian said moving closer.

"I...I..." Conner said, scooting back onto the floor. His eyes flicked down and saw the tent in Gage's pants as he moved closer still. Conner lost his balance and fell back on the floor, now lying under the dalmatian.

"You're really cute," Gage said, hovering over the rabbit who nervously looked up at him.

Conner felt the paw move up from his knee and slowly along his thigh. He closed his eyes, feeling the paw slide up his bulge. He shivered and moaned a little.

"See?" Gage said. "Nothing to worry about." His paw gently squeezed on the hardening lump along the rabbit's leg.

Conner felt the warm body press against his, a wet nose touch his neck and rub against his chin. The heavy panting of the dog as he pressed his stiff bulge forward made him pulse. The musty smell of male coming from between them erased his mind.

"What do you say to that sleepover?" Gage asked, rubbing along Conner's neck.

"I..." Conner stumbled, "let me text my mom."

As the rabbit reached down for his phone, Gage continued to grind against his leg, making him shiver. His fingers fumbled over the keys as he tried to type his message, but the dog's kisses on his neck distracted him. His thumb moved to send as the dalmatian shoved their lips together. He pressed down and let the phone drop as he wrapped his arms around the chest above him.

Conner felt a tongue enter his mouth and meet his own while he heard a zipper being pulled, unsure of who's it was. The once quiet room was now filled with the sound of fabric rubbing and soft moans and kisses. He felt something hot press against his belly and dig under his shirt and his cock throbbed as he thought about what was happening.

Gage thrust against the Conner's belly, moistening the soft fur with a few beards of pre. The rabbit gasped as he reached between their bodies and felt the hot piece of flesh in his paw. It was bigger than he expected as he wrapped his paw around it, making Gage moan.

The sound of keys in a door made the dalmatian jump off of Conner.

"Shit!" Gage said under his breath, shoving his cock back in his pants and zipping up quickly, only letting the Conner see a split second of the pink tip. They scrambled up onto the couch, leaning forward to try and hide the evidence of their arousal as the female dalmatian walked in with some bags in her paws and put them down on the coffee table.

"How's the homework going?" she asked, rummaging through one of the bags, looking for something.

"Good, we just finished," Gage said, calm as could be. Conner admired his acting skills as he continued to fight the dripping menace in his pant leg, well hidden by the hoodie.

"Ready to eat?" she said, pulling out a white box and a pair of chopsticks and sliding the rest of the bag to the boys. "Hope chow mein is something you like. The place we go to make the best chow mein I've ever eaten!"

Gage reached in and pulled out the boxes and handed one to Conner, followed by a pair of chopsticks.

"So," Gage's mother said, sitting down in a chair kitty corner to the couch. "I haven't met you before," she said, looking at Conner. "How did you two meet?"

They looked at each other.

"Lunch," Conner said quickly.

"Yeah, we meet in the lunchroom. He was sitting alone so I asked if I could eat with him."

"Ah, well that's nice," she said. "Do you two have any classes together?"

"No, I don't think so," Conner said, once again admiring the dalmatian's ability to stay cool.

"Oh, mom, is it ok if he sleeps over tonight?" Gage asked with an innocent smile.

"Sure! I'll make up the sofa bed and blow up the air mattress and you two can sleep down here," she said before sticking a large clump of noodles in her muzzle. "Are you into the theater as well?" she asked Conner again.

"Um, no actually."

"I see. Well, he's always been a big stage star," she said, pointing to Gage with her chopsticks. "We started him on acting lessons when he was eight and he's been stealing scenes ever since."

"My mom's exaggerating a bit," Gage said, "I usually only get the small parts."

"Well, you deserve the bigger parts, you're better than the rest of them."

Conner could see Gage blush a little under his white fur.

"I think," she said before swallowing "that that director of yours just keeps typecasting you. You really should say something."

Gage just poked at a noodle with his chopsticks and Conner wondered that "type" a dalmatian would even be.

The rest of the meal was pretty quiet with the exception of the slurping of noodles and a small fiasco coming from the mother when a saucy noodle landed on her new shirt. After some wiping and a few apologies for profanity, the group eventually found themselves huddled around a clump of deflated mattress, trying to figure out how it worked.

Gage's mom poked at the device and eventually figured it out, and once the mattress was ready and the creaky sofa bed pulled out, the sun had started its decent, making the windows in the room dark.

"Well, I'll leave you two alone now," Gage's mom said to the boys sitting on their respective beds, tossing down an extra blanket onto the armrest of the couch. "I have some work to do so I'll be up in my room if you need anything."

"Thanks mom," Gage said.

Conner smiled as she walked up stairs and out of site. Gage tossed his pillow onto the air mattress Connor was sitting on.

"Makes less noise."

"You've done this before?" Conner said, gathering up a blanket over his lap as the dalmatian crawled over to the rabbit.

"We won't go into the details," he said, moving up the Connor, their muzzles close.

"Well... I haven't," the rabbit said shyly, gripping the blanket in his paw. "I'm a virgin."

"Don't be nervous." His lips pressed against the Connor's.

Gage could feel the rabbit's heartbeat as he pressed against him. They leaned back down onto the mattress and the dalmatian kissed down along the rabbit's chin and neck. Two paws slid up along Connor's chest under his shirt, lifting it up with the red hoodie and over his shoulders and head. Gage pulled off his shirt too, and Connor noticed that the pink tip of his cock was poking out past his pants rim.

Gage leaned forward and nuzzled his nose into the soft fur on the rabbit's chest, tickling him a bit. Connor giggled until he felt the nose press against his groin. The dalmatian pressed against the swelling lump along Connor's leg, making him moan softly.

Connor closed his eyes, letting the warm touch take him over. He felt the dalmatian pulling down his zipper and gently tugging off his pants and underwear.

The hard, thick, rabbit cock sprung up as it was freed, and Gage ran his nose along its length, making Connor grip the sides of the air mattress with a moan. Connor looked down as the dalmatian rubbed a soft cheek against his solid erection. Gage smiled as he slid two paws under the rabbit's thighs and pulled his legs up onto his shoulders. The dalmatian's tail wagged eagerly behind him.

Gage licked the pre-soaked tip of Connor's cock and kissed it softly. Connor let his head fall back with a gasp as he felt the warm muzzle slip down over his tip. The mattress crumpled under his grip as Gage gently sucked, his tongue rubbing against the rabbit's virgin head.

Gage pulled off and kissed down the thick shaft. The warm flesh rubbed against this cheek as he reached the rabbit's heavy balls. He lapped at the round orbs, slipping one in his mouth and gently sucking. Connor's grip tightened enough to crack a knuckle as Gage stuck the other ball in his muzzle. The dalmatian's paw gripped down on the cock and slid up, feeling pre leak down his fist. He slowly pumped at the long cock, playing with the rabbit's balls, before running his tongue up along his shaft again. The wide head slipped past his lips again and he sucked on the first few inches, his paw still moving up and down. His tongue ran across the tip and then swirled around. It shot a load of slick pre and he began to bob his head.

Gage felt Conner's legs tense up on his shoulders as the dalmatian's muzzle slid down a few more inches, filling his muzzle with the wide shaft. His head moved up and down on the cock, letting his head move all the way to the back of his throat each time. His paw squeezed on his base, and he gave another squirt of pre. Connor's breath quickened, and Gage pulled off of the twitching cock. Connor moaned as his member pulse between them.

Connor's body tingled and he looked down at the dalmatian who grinned up at him. He wasn't going to let him cum this quickly. As his breath slowed, he watched the dalmatian suck on his fingers and then bring them between his legs.

The rabbit jumped as he felt the finger enter him. It wiggled its way up, spreading his tight hole.

"Relax a little," Gage said, focusing on what he was doing.

Connor realized he was tensing, and felt the finger glide in as he loosened up. His cock twitched as he felt himself getting spread wider with another finger. They slid in past the ring of muscle, and started pressing inside of him.

Connor held a paw over his mouth, muffling the load moan he couldn't help letting out, the pressure finding the perfect spot in him. His cock shot a load of pre onto his stomach.

Gage's other paw gripped the base of his cock as he slipped the tip past his lips again. His fingers pressed against Connor's g-spot as he slid the cock down his muzzle to the back of his throat. With a gulp, the cock crammed down his esophagus.

Connor's back arched as he felt the tight hole engulf his cock, and he tried to moan, but no noise came out. The dalmatian shoved more and more of the cock into him until his lips were pressed against Connor's body. Connor twitched as he felt the build up again. His body tensed, his paws grabbed onto the sides of the mattress again, and his cock pulsed deep inside of the dalmatian.

Gage pulled off the cock with a deep breath, and quickly pumped it with his paw. It twitched and shot a long, thick rope of cum into the air, landing on Connor's chest. Another shot up and across the rabbit's face, followed by another that landed on the mattress.

Connor twisted in pleasure as his cock spewed jizz. He moaned and bit his lip, feeling his entire body tingle. He felt another hot strand land on his chest, and with a few more pumps of Gage's paw, a pool form on his stomach and spill over onto the mattress.

"Damn," Gage said, pulling up on the slick cock, right past Connor's sensitive tip, making him twitch again, and licking the sticky cum from his fingers. "Figured you were a full one, but I had no idea."

Gage pushed the cock away and spread his broad tongue along the pile of cum near Connor's belly button. The rabbit was lying with his eyes clothes, his chest moving with deep breaths as the last of his orgasm passed. He moaned softly as he felt the tongue slide up his stomach to his chest. He giggled as it tickled him again, and he felt the tongue run up his neck and long his chin.

Gage's lips met with Connors, and his paws ran up his sides. His tongue slipped into the rabbit's mouth as he slid his stomach along the thick softening cock between them.

Connor moaned into the kiss before breaking it to look down at something sliding between his legs. Gage's big, pink cock was pressing down on him through the open fly of his jeans, which made him gulp. He had been fantasizing about having the dalmatian in him, but he wasn't thinking it'd be the size it was. The idea of him tying with Gage made his cock pulse. He looked up at the dalmatian's face and received another kiss.

He kissed back as he felt the hot tip slid down to his tight hole.

"Just relax," Gage whispered in his ear as he thrust gently forward.

Connor held his breath as he felt the wide tip press into him. He tried to focus on not tensing as it entered him. He gasped and grabbed on to Gage's chest when he felt just how much more thick it was than his fingers. Connor's paws dug into Gage's back as the dalmatian slid deeper in.

Connor's tail hole was stretched as wide as it would go when he felt the knot press against him. He looked up at the dalmatian.

"Don't worry," Gage said, pulling out a few inches, and thrusting back in.

Connor moaned as the cock slid up against the spot Gage had been pressing before. Another thrust and another moan. Gage's muzzle kissed along Connor's neck as he started an even pace. Connor felt a paw slide down under his thigh and Gage sat up, sliding the rabbit's left leg up over his shoulder, making Connor turn on his side.

The dalmatian got on his knees, pulling Connor's hips up with him. Gage continued thrusting into the rabbit, making his whole body push into the mattress.

Connor rested on his shoulder, feeling the thick cock ram into him faster and harder. He squeezed the sheets, holding in another loud moan. Their bodies smacked together, and Connor's cock slapped against his stomach with each thrust.

The rabbit bit down on the blanket as he felt the dalmatian shove hard into him. With a pop, the wide knot forced its way into Connor. A tear rolled down his cheek as the dalmatian continued to thrust. Connor felt the cock twitch inside of him, and the warmth flowing deep and Gage let out a deep moan.

Connor looked up at the panting dog as he pushed his cock in as far as it would go. Gage looked back at the rabbit and leaned forward, letting Connor's leg slip down his arm. Connor felt the cock turn inside of him and gasped before Gage's lips covered is own.

Conner bit down on the dalmatian's lip as he pulled away.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Gage said as his lip was freed.

"You're not the one with a cock stuck in your ass," Conner said, feeling the knot holding firmly in place but too turned on to care enough about the pain.

"Well, not yet," Gage said, kissing Connor's neck, feeling the rabbit's cock pulse between them. "Just let me..." Gage grunted as he pulled his cock.

Connor winced as the cock pulled out and he felt the gaping hole where his ass once was. He looked down at the dalmatian's cock again, amazed that it had fit, and let his head fall back on the mattress.

He looked back up when he felt Gage lapping once more. The dalmatian licked all the way along the length and slipped it into his mouth. Connor shivered as he felt his cock slide down the tongue and into the dog's tight throat again. Gage slid down his pants as he swallowed and pulled up, sucking on the rabbit's tip, letting his wide tongue rubbing all the way and making Connor twitch.

Gage watched the rabbit bite his lip to fight another loud moan and he considered just sucking him off again, but pulled off the cock instead. He slid his tongue down the slick shaft and sucked on his fingers before bringing them down to his own tail hole, working it up while giving the rabbit's member another once over with his tongue.

Connor arched his back and the dalmatian pulled off. Gage smirked as he got up on his knees and straddled the rabbit. Connor looked down as the dalmatian lifted the thick cock up and rubbed it between his cheeks. Then he looked up at the excited dalmatian as he pressed himself down on the tip.

Connor moaned as the Gage slid down onto his cock. His ass was even tighter than his throat. Gage bounced, sending the cock deeper into him, as his own ridged cock slapped against Connor's stomach. The rabbit reached forward and grabbed the swinging dick in his paw. He felt it pulse in his grip as Gage continued to bounce, grunting as he got closer to the rabbit's hips.

Connor closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of the tight dalmatian around him, and the thick, hot cock in his paw. Gage moaned as he pulled back up then slid back down, making Connor squeeze down on his cock.

"I don't," Connor said, opening an eye up to see the dalmatian riding him, "think I'm going to..." He moaned. "... last much longer."

Gage slid down the cock and swiveled his hips. "Cum in me, big boy."

Gage watched as the rabbit pulled his head back, and relaxed. The hot cum flooded inside of him. Connor gripped Gage's knot as he shot his second load onto the dalmatian, making Dalmatian set off too. He felt the hot ropes on his chest as he squeezed down.

Gage moaned and leaned forward, sandwiching his pulsing cock between them as he breathed heavily into Connor's ear. He moved his hips up forward, letting the rabbit's spent cock pull from him, and Connor felt the small flood of jizz spill down onto his crotch.

The dalmatian kissed Connor's neck as he softly humped into his stomach. "Mmmm," Gage said. "That was good."

Connor wrapped his arms around the dalmatian and kissed him. "Glad I came over."

"Glad you came too," Gage said before licking some cum on the rabbit's cheek. "Twice."

Connor chuckled and looked up at a clock on the wall. Gage looked up too.

"I wish there wasn't school tomorrow," the dalmatian said. "I still got a little more in me."

Connor shivered at the idea, feeling the thick cock pulse between them. "I.. I don't know if I could do anymore, honestly."

"That's fine. We'll have plenty of time tomorrow when I sleep over at your place," Gage said, licking the rabbit's ear.

Conner laughed, and felt Gage's hands slip under him and they flipped over so he was on top. He rested his head on the dalmatian's chest. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

Gage wrapped his arms around the rabbit, and kissed his head.

"My fur is going to look awful tomorrow," Connor said, yawning.

"We'll clean up, don't worry," Gage said, returning the yawn. "But that's tomorrow."

Connor nodded and curled up around Gage. "Night," he whispered, smiling.

"Sleep well."

The two cuddled on the air mattress, the ticking off the clock on the wall quickly putting them to sleep. They had another busy day ahead of them to rest up for.