Prelude of Timothy II

Story by Edward Lapine on SoFurry

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Hello again. Well, apparently I recieved a good deal of comments, compliments, constructive criticism from various readers who happened to read my first little story. Well, I took in some advice and fixed up a few things and decided to continue on with this story. I apologize that there is NO yiff scene(s) in this particular writing (because putting one in would through off the plot), but I can guarantee there will be more to come. Well, once again... if you like it, hate it, wish to send me comments, compliants, etc. about the story... feel free to on my AIM username "Edward Lapine". Well, Thanks again for the support.

Prelude of Timothy

Part II

Listlessness and confusion became good friends with Timothy as he sullenly hangs his head at an angle, unsure of the feelings going on in his head. He treks his way back home on the relatively warm sunny day, cutting through several blocks of houses along his way back home. With his paws in the pockets of his dress slacks, he rustles around a few loose coins of leftover change from lunch. A few strands of his blonde hair covers over his deep blue eyes, making the stands bounce with each pace he takes. After a good ten minutes of having the image of slender male lion Diago from his bathroom escapade, he arrives back at his homestead... a nice two story house, with a bare, slightly cracked driveway, a cleanly trimmed lawn, and a nice amount of shrubbery along the house.

"Hmph... finally home." the rabbit murmurs to himself. He fishes for his keying in his pocket, picking out his house key. Inserting the key into the doorknob and twisting the knob, he swings open the door into the foyer room of his house. Barely paying attention to the are, he heads upstairs, down the unlit hallway and into his room on the far side to the right. Opening his door, he literally plummets himself onto his bed... dropping onto the mattress and letting off a heavy sigh.

"Ugh, why can't this day be over?" Timothy mumbles to himself. Perking his lapine ears, hearing the sound of the front door from whence he came open up and the sound of rumbling footsteps treading up the steps and down the hail. "Umm... Hello?" The rabbit asks curiously, wondering who just arrived inside the house without even knocking on the door. A familiar face comes into the bunny boy's room.

"Yo' Timothy" Colin says hastily and immediately walks around the tireless rabbit boy and sits at his computer desk, making himself comfy and situated. He proceeds to turn on the computer "Dude, my one friend told me about this awesome lesbian site in English today".

The rabbit sternly stares over at the Otter who intruded his room "Don't you ever knock?"

"Ha! Of course not! I'm also free to raid your fridge and cabinets for food... even though your dad gets crappy diet soda and chips" The Otter kicks up his feet onto the side of the bed, adjacent to the computer chair, waiting for the computer to boot. "So, what's your problem?"

"Heh, you know about Diago, right?" The rabbit boy begins to sit himself up, straddling out his legs over the pet, looking over at Colin for an answer.

"Diago? The kid that plays in that one crappy punk band?" Colin replies, knowing of this Diago fellow before in a local battle of the bands contest with Diago's band versus Colin's band. Diago was generally a nice guy, but vicious when it came to the punk scene. "Yeah, stupid punk kids..."

"Well, punk or not... he came up to me in the bathroom today, he was well... kinda hitting on me" Timothy looked to the side nervously, a bit timid on to break the truth with his good buddy Colin. The Otter begins to look up at the computer monitor, opening up an internet browser and typing in the URL of the lesbian site.

"Why? Is he gay? Or was he just messing with you?" Colin asked, still fixated on CRT monitor now filled with pictures of slender, naked females of various species inserting various objects into various orifices.

"I'm pretty sure he is... since well uh... er..." --No time like the present, just tell him-- "He kissed me and then..." Colin quickly perks up and swivels the computer chair back to Timothy.

"Huh? Then what did he do?" The brown furred otter perks up a bit, he swivels the leather chair facing Timothy. He leans forward and presists "C'mon,out with it man"

"Wait... wait... well, he kinda came onto me, he kissed me, and well, he started to uh... er... kneel down and t-touch my umm... 'parts'." The rabbit nervously continues his story. "Well, after that... he umm, yanked down my pants... he paused... and I felt a... a immense warmth and moistness from him... and I guess he sucked on me. And the bad thing is, I kinda... liked it" Timothy hangs his head, putting his paws to the top of his head, covering himself up."

"Dude, calm down man'... there's nothing wrong with being gay. Heh, I had a feeling you weren't so 'straight'... since you were never interested when us and the other guys looked at porno, and you never had a girlfriend, and uh... and... yeah, that's about it. So yeah, if you're gay... that's cool, another way to piss off those damn speciest rednecks in this town." Colin turns himself back to the screen.

"Yeah but please... I beg you, don't tell anyone... I don't wanna get picked on or beat up at school. Oh my god...! What will my parents think? My father is already pissed at the fact my sister married that fox guy Bruce, he's gonna disown me if he finds out I like guys..." The rabbit whimpers and brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and holding them tight.

"He's gonna have to face it sooner or later, just calm down... it's no big deal. So what if you like cock over pussy... I don't care, neither will Vince, Geoff, Robert, nor any other of our friends. Just uh... keep it a secret for awhile, and break it to your parents when ya feel like. If you do tell your parents, tell your mother first, usually the opposite sex parent is more easy on this kind of topic." Colin closes the website on the computer and stands himself up "Listen, I'm gonna head out now... I have work in a bit." The rabbit boy nods, gazing down at his bed. "Unlike you, I have to work you lucky bastard". The otter begins to walk out the door, seeing Timothy give the otter a toothy grin, and then nods once more.

"Alright then, enjoy yourself at work... that is if you do enjoy yourself." The rabbit remains seated on his full sized bed, sighing lightly to himself --I shouldn't be worry about it... who cares what others think! I should be happy, I shouldn't care what society thinks about gays. It's my life--. The rabbit sits himself up and sighs with relief. He erects himself up and sits himself at his computer, slouching a bit in his comfy leather chair. He proceeds to open up an Instant Messenger program, curious to see who's available to talk to. Suddenly a beep from the computer startles the rabbit as a message comes up.

DiagoRawker87: hey Timmy

His heart skips a beat, after his episode with the male lion in the bathroom, he did in fact mention he would speak with him later over the computer. Timothy hesitates, thinking whether or not he should reply or not.

DiagoRawker87: Dude you there?

The rabbit sighs, and begins to type up a reply to Diago.

ComposerRabbit: Hello...

DiagoRawker87: Hey how are you?

ComposerRabbit: Well, considering that you kinda raped me in the bathroom, not too well

DiagoRawker87: Dude calm down, I didn't rape you. I just gave you a blowjob.

ComposerRabbit: I didn't know you were gay!

DiagoRawker87: I'm bisexual

ComposerRabbit: Oh, I see...

DiagoRawker87: You seemed cute and all, and I thought I could toy with you

ComposerRabbit: So I was just some plaything for you?

DiagoRawker87: You could say that. Hell what are you complaining about?? You seemed to like it

ComposerRabbit: I never got a blowjob before, let alone from a guy

DiagoRawker87: First time for everything. But listen, promise me you won't tell anyone about this? I can't let anyone know or I'll be dead.

ComposerRabbit: Alright then

DiagoRawker87: Thanks man

ComposerRabbit: Diago, do you have feelings for me? Like, do you love me?

DiagoRawker87: No dude, I have a girlfriend.

Timothy let out a whimper and a sigh, discovering he was just used for his body by the male lion. Timothy closed the conversation and the Instant Messenger and began to work on his homework for school.

An hour or two passed, Timothy finished up his homework, he watched a bit of TV, and played videogames a bit until his mother came home. Timothy kept on a façade as he ate dinner and talked with his mother, completely negating the incident in the bathroom. Afterwards, Timothy continued to play videogames, but now the thought of the homosexuality issue lingered in his head once more. --Don't they have support groups or something like that around here? Maybe I'll check one out on the internet...-- The rabbit finishes up his game and trots himself upstairs, down his hallway, and back into his nicely kept room, and back to his computer.

"Let's see here..." The rabbit said to himself, typing up in a search engine on a website. "Gay and Lesbian support group" he said as he typed. His search yielded many results, he huffs and then makes his search more specific by putting the name of his town. He blinks, seeing his school the 1st result on the page. Timothy clicks onto the URL link, and reads through the website. He reads over the material --Wow, there's a gay support group in my school? Wow, how come I never knew about this?-- Timothy reaches over his desk and takes a slip of sticky note paper and grabs a pen and writes down "THURSDAY SUPPORT GROUP AFTER SCHOOL" and sticks it near his keyboard. For the time being, the rabbit surfed around the internet and did a few things here and there around the house until 11:00PM.

Feeling drained from today's piano recital, the first gay experience, and the homework tired out the bunny boy. He began to button down his shirt, and shrugging it off his lithe, tan furred body. He then unbuttons and unzips his pants and slips them down to his ankles and kicks them to the side where his hamper is. The rabbit stretches out his arms over his head, only donning trim black boxers with a black and orange carrot pattern on them that hug against his curved, taut rump. He crawls himself into his cozy bed, slipping under his covers and resting his weary head onto his pillow. The rabbit boy lies on his side with his legs curled up near his chest. Closing his eyes, the rabbit drifts away into sleep.