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Totally a cheat, here, posting a story seven years old, but I noticed that entire chunks were missing from the story with the new formatting of the website, so I'm attempting a re-upload.

You know the story; there's gay sexin' here. So, be old enough and have at least a passing interest in dudes doing each other.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I can always feel myself awakening to a new day. Slowly, I become aware of my surroundings, of the real world around me. Dreams of happiness fade away, imaginary new possessions, people, places... all vanish in the oncoming bullet train of reality. I clung to the dream-shape in my arms. The one that made me happier than any other dream. I tried to go back to sleep, to keep it from leaving with everything else. I suddenly couldn't imagine enjoying life without this dream shape. But unconsciousness slipped away from me. Desperation wrenched at me, until I realized that I was awake. The shape was still there. I opened my eyes tentatively, afraid that proving to myself of his existence would tell the Sandman he'd made a mistake and he'd come back and take him away.

But he was there. Beautiful. Serene. I felt tears, and I thanked whoever was responsible for this moment.

His brilliant green eyes opened, so happy. So alive. Like he said I had once been. He smiled, revealing a cute, elongated pair of front teeth; the staple of rodents everywhere. I kissed his lips desperately, thankful to not be alone.

"Gany," I said, hoping that reality would confirm his existence one more time.

"Yes, Joopy?" he said, smiling and kissing me back.

"You're really here."

"So are you."

I hugged him tightly and rested my head against his chest.

"I was afraid it might have been a dream." I confessed. He stroked my headfur.

"So was I."

***

I yawned and hopped in place a little, searching my dresser for a comfortable shirt to wear. This morning filled me with such a swell of contentment. The world seemed bright and beautiful and not, as it had begun to appear to me over the past year or so, a dull, lonely and boring place. I changed my underwear, and Jupiter watched. I grinned and wiggled my rear at him, but jumped away as he made his way toward it. I laughed softly as he caught me, cupping my flank in his hand. "Not right now," I said, and kissed him gently. When his hand started to part my cheeks, I sat down on the bed. "I said not now, you incorrigible rat!"

He glared at me as I tugged the boxer briefs up around my undeniably well-formed loins. Next came a pair of jeans. I went into the living room where last night's clothes had stayed, and I looked around in the pockets until I found the napkin on which I had written Colin's address.

"Hey, Joopy?" I called?

"Yeah?" His voice crawled to me from the bathroom.

"Do you want to go over to see Colin today?"

Silence, and then the muted roaring of a flushing toilet. The bathroom door spilled out into the hallway as Jupiter made his way toward me. He rested his paw on the dinner table, leaning. "Why, do you want to?"

I shrugged. "Not much else to do here, especially with my budget."

"Well, you know why I wouldn't want to go."

I nodded. "Yeah, because it'd be awkward for you to get involved with people from so long ago. But you got involved with me."

"This sounds utterly terrible, and isn't meant to be, but you weren't exactly a major part of my life in that era," he said, bashfully.

"Doesn't sound terrible at all. It's true. It's okay. But you also talked to Cindy, and that didn't seem to bother you much," I said.

He laughed. He opened his mouth to make another excuse and I kissed him to cut him off. "Look, if we go over there and you have a terrible time, I'll find some way to make it up to you. I just don't think it's healthy for you to be cooped up in your apartment all day with nothing but a bottle of ibuprofen and a television with terrible reception."

His eyes shifted a little. "Yeah, I guess I haven't been paying much attention to my health recently."

I placed a paw on his shoulder and rubbed it gently. "Hey, Joopy, I'm just glad to see you. I'm sure that Colin and Darin would be, as well," I said. He donned a comically seductive look and said, "Well, I gave you a reason to be happy to see me, didn't I? Are you saying that I should extend the treatment to them?" His paw snaked down to my ass again and gave it a squeeze.

I poked him in retaliation. "Jupiter, I was glad to see you before you even knew who I was. So if by that you mean that you intend to show up at their work place and comment on the sexual audacity of adolescent males, that's fine, but I still think it would be easier to just pay a visit to their house."

"You're no fun," he said.

"I'm buckets of fun," I pointed out.

"You're buckets of expired fun."

"Are you going to come with me?" I asked him, hinting not subtly that I would be going over whether he came or not.

"How will you make it up to me?" He asked, suspiciously.

"That's up to you. But it's up to me on whether or not you had a good time," I said slyly. He glared at me. "That's not fair." I flashed him a cheerful smile and tugged on his paw while I headed for the door. "It's perfectly fair," I said. "If done any other way, you could just say _you had a miserable time and unfairly coerce me into terrible acts of lewdness. My way, I can _tell if you had a bad time or not, and then I'll feel bad and want to make it up to you."

"Excuses."

"Come on. We got a bus to catch, and you still have to change your clothes."

He looked down and scratched at crusty chimichanga matter embroidered into his shirt. "Crap."

"It's okay. It looks delicious on you. Where's your apartment?" I asked.

"I'll show ya."

He pulled the door open and we stepped out into the hot summer air. Jupiter shielded his eyes from the sunlight, and I quickly followed suit. I could feel the tingling of impending perspiration, just waiting to pop out. "I hate summer," I complained, but he nabbed my hand and dragged me away from the porch.

A minute or so later, we arrived at his apartment. More appropriately, he arrived at his apartment, apologetically leaving me out in the summer heat. He didn't seem interested in letting me see the interior of his room at all. I found myself wondering what horrible dark secrets lay within...

"What are you laughing at?" Jupiter asked as he remerged from his dark lair, closing the door behind him. He eyed me, puzzled.

"Oh, nothing," I said. "I was just wondering if you had like a replica of the Tower of London in there, or something."

"Hmm?" He asked, his puzzled look only deepening.

"Just the way you don't want to let me in. Like you're concealing dark secrets."

"Oh, that," he said. "Yeah, well, no. Don't tell anyone, but I'm running a meth lab in there." He looked almost serious until his face broke out into a grin. "Wanna buy some?" he asked.

"Oh, no. That's alright. I'm more of a cokehead, myself."

"Come on. We have a bus to catch."

***

I stood on the welcome mat, waiting for Joopy to finish mounting the inexplicably huge expanse of steps up to the front porch. He grabbed a beam supporting the roof of the porch and swung himself up next to me, and looked back disbelievingly. "Why the hell would you have a flight of stairs that big leading to your porch?"That's probably why these guys could afford the house. The torture device must shatter the property value." I remarked.

"And it wouldn't even be that bad, except for, well..." he gestured vigorously towards the 'Keep Off The Grass' sign staked into the center of the yard. "Since when does Colin care about keeping off the grass?"

The front door opened quite loudly, and we turned to see a bemused expression with a fox behind it, saying "You going to knock or what?" The vulpine's eyes leaped from my face to Jupiter's and settled there. After a minute, recognition dawned.

"Joopy?" He said, grinning.

I dodged out of the way as the fox's arm jutted out, seized my rat, and yanked him inside. "Jesus Christ! It's been forever! How are you?" I watched the fox and the rat vanish inside and bristled silently about my seemingly perpetual invisibility.

"Oh no. Those two, together again?" A softer voice mourned as a rabbit came to close the door. He saw me, and stopped. We regarded each other silently, then broke out into smiles.

"Gany!" He said. He motioned for me to come in, and I did.

"Darin, how've you been?" I asked.

"Tired," Darin admitted. He closed the door behind me and I followed him into the kitchen. "I've been awake for about a minute, now. I'm afraid Colin's shouting woke me up. Would you like some coffee?" He halted at the percolator and pulled out a mug.

"Sure," I said. "Some coffee would be nice."

He pulled out another mug and poured his elixir of life into both glasses. I sat down at the table and he joined me. He slid one of the mugs over to me. It proclaimed to me that its possessor was the world's 'Number One Mom.' I peered over the glass to Darin, and he smiled sheepishly.

"Colin does enjoy his jokes," he said.

I laughed and sipped my coffee. Cold. I said so.

"Yes, I know. Colin doesn't seem to be able to sleep as far into the day as I can, so any coffee in the morning is likely to be a couple hours cold. I can heat it up for you if you'd like."

"No, it's fine. I like black coffee when it's cold," I said. I took another gulp and set the mug down. "This is some good coffee."

Darin smiled. "It's one of my pet projects. I grow my own."

"Darin the Gardener," I said. "Another trait of yours that makes you seem so inexplicably British."

"Why do you say that, may I ask?"

"The way you talk. You don't have an accent, but you're so terribly polite and you use quite like a Brit."

He laughed, and leaned in closer. "Well, actually I'm from Texas, but I hate the way my accent makes me sound, so I try to hide it," he said, in a strikingly thick southern accent.

"Really?" I exclaimed. "You did a damn good job. I would have figured you for a posh Canadian, or something like that."

Colin came in, grinning. "Yeah, when he's drunk, though, that boy's got a mouth that would make Donald Trump's cheeks hemorrhage." Darin smiled broadly and looked away, embarrassed. "I do not," he murmured.

Jupiter sat down next to me and leaned in close, whispering loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don't believe a word that rabbit says. I've seen him drunk."

"And during the Superbowl, holy shit!" Colin exclaimed. Darin was turning red now, but grinning from ear to ear. "I'm not a big football fan, but Darin here... well, during the Superbowl last year, he had his team's colors up, right? And this kid comes along and chucks an egg at our window. Darin runs outside and sees the kid standing there with a basket of eggs and wearing the other team's colors.

"So he runs up to the kid, gets right in his face, and he's screaming. 'What the fuck do ya think yer doin thair, boah? D'yew know how much fuckin' time I spend cleanin' them thair winduhs every day?' And he takes the basket of eggs and he just turns 'em over and breaks all the eggs on the top of this kid's head. 'Now I want yew to git outta here and watch the game before I fahnd out whair yew live and call yir mama. And when mah team weeyin the game, I want you over here bright and early to scrub that thair winduh.' And the kid just like runs away like he's been traumatized, and I nearly fell down the stairs laughing so hard."

I stared at Darin, completely incapable of believing this story, but he was all shrunk back in his chair, hiding. "Is he serious?" I asked him, but his face just turned even redder.

"No way," I said.

"Way," Colin said. "Super way."

Darin coughed and downed his coffee, obviously trying not to laugh. "So," he said, standing and clearing up the mugs. "Who wants some breakfast?"

"Darin, honey," Colin said, capturing the bunny in his arms and squeezing him tightly. "It's one in the afternoon. The rest of civilization has lunch at this hour, okay?"

Darin giggled and kissed his fox before waging an epic struggle to escape his grasp. Alarmed, I nabbed the mugs before Darin could drop them and I rinsed them out in the sink. "You don't have to do that," Darin called over to me.

"Yes you do," Colin shouted. "Remember what Jupiter said: don't trust a word this boy says!"

"No, really, it's fine!" Darin said, finally escaping the hold of his rather excitable mate. "I can handle it!

"Yeah, but I don't want you to," Colin complained. "Because it always feels like you're secretly nagging me whenever I walk in on you cleaning." I finished rinsing the mugs out, and I placed them in the dishwasher. Darin sagged, deprived of his housewife duties. I gave him an encouraging hug. "Now now, Darin," I said. "Do you really want to be cleaning all the time? I'm sure that there are far more interesting things to be doing."

He giggled and poked me in the chest. "Like whom?" he asked, grinning at me. I glanced up over his shoulder at Colin, who rolled his eyes. "I have an idea," the fox said. He vanished from the room momentarily, and returned with a basketball held securely underneath his armpit.

Darin and I exchanged looks.

"What do you think, Jupe?" Colin asked. "Us versus the bunnies?"

"That's hardly fair," Darin protested, and I agreed in earnest.

"Well, would you rather spend the remainder of the day sterilizing our living quarters?" Colin asked, grinning. Darin's ears drooped a little as, with some embarrassment, he admitted that he would not.

"You have a hoop?" Jupiter asked, watching this exchange, amused. "I didn't see one on the garage when I came in." Colin laughed. "That's because we don't have one on the garage. Follow me." Jupiter did, and after a second, I followed, with Darin tagging along.

Regardless of the size of the house, the back yard was very spacious, and about half of it had been covered with concrete to be used as a miniature half-court basketball 'stadium.' "Cute," I said.

"I know, isn't he?" Darin replied, smiling as he watched Colin idly dribble the ball and then jump a little to sink the basketball through the hoop from the back of the court. He grinned as Jupiter applauded him. "Get lots of practice?" I asked.

"From time to time, whenever Darin feels like playing a game with me," Colin said. "Don't take his reaction seriously; the only reason I ever win is because I'm taller. His technique is far better than mine."

"You flatter me, my sweet," Darin said, actually blushing a little.

"So, what about it?" Jupiter asked me.

"Well, I already know I suck. There's nothing that this game will teach me that I don't already know. Besides, like I said earlier, bunnies are communal creatures," I replied. "It's fine with me."

"Darin?" Colin asked.

My fellow rabbit rolled his eyes. "Oh balls," he said. "Why not?"

"Cool," Colin said. "Out of respect for the more handicapped team, we'll let you start off with possession of the ball first. Let's just say whoever scores 21 first wins."

"Thank you. Your charity is overwhelming," Darin laughed.

Trusting Darin's skill far more than my own, I took a spot behind him as he checked the ball to Colin. Colin checked the ball back, and immediately Darin sprung from his starting position, dribbling the ball and keeping his back towards Colin whenever possible. Jupiter closed in on him, quickly cornering him at the edge of the court. If he took another step back, he'd be out of bounds, and lose possession of the ball.

I ran up near the hoop and signaled to Darin silently that I was open. He feinted an attempt to score a three point shot and Colin jumped up to intercept a ball that wasn't there. Darin shot me a bounce pass in the temporary hole in Colin's defense. I captured the ball alright, but when I went for a shot, it just bounced harmlessly off the backboard.

Jupiter caught it and dribbled away more quickly than I knew how to keep up with, cleared the ball past the three point line, turned, and executed a beautiful long shot. I watched as the ball sailed through the air and heard a dry swish as it fell through the net without even brushing the backboard.

"Nice," Colin said, as I retrieved the ball. "Three to nothin'."

I took control of the ball this time, and Jupiter stood across from me, waiting for me to check the ball. Thinking rapidly, I realized that Jupiter would probably expect me to pass the ball to Darin the second I could find an opening; I figured I'd let him brace for that, but then I dribbled the ball past him. Darin grokked what was up and trailed close behind me. I jumped and shot the ball, but it bounced off the backboard. However, Darin caught it as it rebounded, dribbled around Colin, and sunk a respectable lay-up.

"Two to three," Darin said in such a poshly triumphant manner that I couldn't help but laugh.

"Congratulations, Dar," Colin said, amused. "Start thinking of a forfeit."

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, when Colin and I play basketball, the loser is required to perform a forfeit," Darin said.

"Is it usually obscenely biological?" I asked, incapable of ignoring the potential reference.

"You got it," Colin said.

Darin turned out not to be a bad player at all, which was kind of nice. When we lost, it didn't feel TOO humiliating. Colin and Jupiter each wore big, toothsome grins, though, when they sank their last basket and I didn't trust them. Darin smiled sheepishly and took me by the paw.

"Come on, Ganymede. Let's let them set up."

"Set up what?" I asked.

"We'll find out eventually," he said as he lead me into the kitchen. "You thirsty?" He asked as he pulled open the fridge. My eyes did not want to believe that an entire shelf was dedicated to electrolyte-restoring beverages, but they gave up when the universe indicated it wasn't going to change its mind.

"I'll just have one of those sports drinks," I said, and he chucked one over to me. "Better drink it fast," he said. "You never know what they may pull, and you definitely don't want to be thirsty when it happens. Cotton-mouth makes for terrible fellatio."

I blushed. "Darin," I said. "There's no way in hell that I'm going to put your fox's cock in my mouth."

He nodded. "Probably not. I'm sure that whatever happens, it will obey basic laws of fidelity." I was somewhat relieved at hearing this, but got the sneaking suspicious that Darin played basketball to lose. The door into the kitchen opened and Jupiter's voice echoed playfully off of the linoleum. "Alright, buns. Close your eyes."

As I did so, I felt a cloth pulled taut against my eyes and tied securely onto my head. A firm paw placed itself on my shoulder and led me blindly away from where I was standing. Presently, the paw pushed me down onto my paws and knees. The blindfold stayed on as my knees were splayed and bound to what I assumed was a spreader bar. The image in my mind of a blindfolded bunny boy with his ass up in the air aroused me a little, despite my original misgivings. I could definitely see the appeal of the situation for the other fella. I chuckled.

"That's good," Jupiter said, kindly. "Take it easy. It's all for fun."

I nodded, comforted by his concern. I hissed a little as I felt cold viscous lubrication being massaged between my buns, and I pulled my weight off of my paws and instead settled down until my chest rested independently on the floor.

"Him too," I heard Colin say. My ears pricked towards his general direction.

"Mmhmm," my rodent caretaker acknowledged, and a second later I felt his paws remove my blindfold. I opened my eyes and stared directly into Darin's, maybe a mere foot away. He flashed me an encouraging smile. I felt a rather significant amount of flesh press against my as-ready-as-it'll-ever-get hole. I swallowed nervously, and watched in no small measure of awe as Colin sunk himself into Darin's rear end. I heard the rabbit gasp a little, and his eyes widened before clamping shut in a grimace. His quiet whimpers tickled my ears, and within a second, I was emulating him perfectly.

Jupiter slid his cock inside me and kept pushing, taking revenge on me for such rough treatment last night, no doubt. Darin looked amused at my slightly nauseated expression, and gave me his paw to hold and squeeze as my sphincter rebelled against this newfound intruder.

And finally the pain subsided. I partly opened my eyes as Jupiter pulled back and then pushed in. I felt impossibly stretched around him, but the pain was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a kind of hypersensitivity that snared my complete concentration. I arced my back, strengthening my doggy style position, and shamelessly slid Darin's thumb into my mouth.

He moaned my name almost incoherently, and I watched his mouth widen as Colin started to pick up speed in his rhythm. And before long, Jupiter had matched Colin's pace. I inhaled deeply, my eyes watering from the heavy stimulation roiling in my body. Darin pressed his nose against mine, and I took his other paw in my remaining one.

"Oh yeah," Darin said faintly, and I felt sure that it wasn't for Colin but for me.

I whimpered loudly as Jupiter sped up, mercilessly throwing his length into my insides, and I began to exert myself just bracing for them. Sweat poured down my forehead and mixed with Darin's. Jupiter was growling softly, and now Darin was almost yelping.

"What is it, Dar?" I mouthed almost silently into his ears.

"It's his knot," Darin replied, much louder. "Oh God, his knot!" Enthused with his reception, Colin gripped his rabbit's hips and pulled them back onto himself and, as expected, soon I was rapidly engulfing the length of my rat's member like some obscene accordion as well.

"That's right Gany," Jupiter said, and Colin emitted a long string of expletives as a euphoric expression blossomed on his face. Darin squeezed my paws desperately as he felt his vulpine lover's seed enter him. One last shove, and Jupiter had embedded himself deep inside me as well, filling me. Ecstatic, I pressed my lips against Darin's cheek as Jupiter pulled out of me.

"You guys aren't done," Colin said after finally managing to remove his beknotted penis from the tight rabbit rump in front of him. Darin looked back at him dreamily, his eyes half-closed. "We're not?" He slurred. Jupiter grinned at us and shook his head. Jupiter unbound me, and I settled for a more stable sitting position. "Nosiree. You two are going to go down on each other."

"What?" I asked, slightly miffed.

"Sixty-nine," Colin said.

Darin and I exchanged (not terribly alert) looks, and then he smiled. "I guess I could go for a blowjob," he said, staring at his erection. I didn't need to glance down at my own to know that I shared the same sentiments. Both tired, we rearranged ourselves into a lazy 69 position on our sides and drew near each other. I was about to take his sac into my mouth when Colin laughed. "Skip the foreplay, honeybuns."

I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply as I felt soft, wet flesh drawing circles around my glans. I secured Darin's cock in my paws and pushed my mouth down against his tip. In a sudden fit of rebellion, I took it slow. I could feel Darin squirming as I drew out throating him as long as possible. I discovered I couldn't keep it up, though, when he started to match my pace. Well, if you're playing that way, I thought. I sped up to a more tolerable rhythm and wrapped my legs around his neck, moaning as his nose tickled my balls. I nearly squeezed his head off when I felt something moist and fleshy press against my cummy tailhole. Jupiter's tongue, I realized. A tortuously pleasurable vibration in Darin's throat informed me that he was being given the same treatment.

I closed my eyes and concentrated fully on the sex. The shape of his cock satisfied a deep, primal itch in my mouth that I hadn't scratched in far too long. Like testing a beer, I focused first on the taste. Not as salty as, say, an arm. But then, it never is. And the texture like bubble-gum sliding down my throat. The so intriguing shape whose every whorl and ridge demands thorough investigation. A new taste broke onto my palate; his pre, almost fruity, allowing his head to slide even deeper down my throat. I gagged but persevered, then paused to appreciate my own oncoming orgasm.

Every sloppy envelopment of his tonsils around my cock, of my rat sucking his seed out from under my furiously trembling tail drew me ever closer. I felt my nostrils flaring, and a rich, musky sex-smell filled them. I inhaled, then whined as I felt a tingling, somewhere deep inside my groin. And then my testicles surged, and I could not stop myself from thrusting violently into Darin's throat as I came. I felt every fold of his throat as my cock throbbed, spitting out gobs of my own seed, which were greedily gulped down.

And finally, Darin returned the favor. I handled the thrust as he handled mine, like a rabbit. I gagged again, and loved it. For a moment, I was nothing more than a little cumslut, and I shamelessly grasped his rear and thrusted his cock in and out of my mouth, wanting to taste his seed before sending it to the depths of my stomach. His paws held my ears in a death grip, but they relaxed as his climax slowed. Finally spent, I felt his member began to soften and I let it fall. I rolled his seed around inside my mouth, savoring it. It may all be in my head, but it's always seemed to me that bunnies taste sweeter. I swallowed it down at last and sat up, licking my lips. I certainly wasn't the only one doing that, either. All four of us had pretty messy muzzles, all broken into sheepish, frothy grins.

Darin sat up next to me and wrapped an arm around me. I felt something for him that I had never felt for him before. Something that I doubt many people have felt. But to have been so close to him, to have shared in an almost identical and admittedly painful experience like that, to have come out of it with each other's seed in our mouths forged an unmistakable sense of kinship.

I pulled him into a hug. Squeezing him tightly, I smiled and whispered into his ear, "Friends?"

"Friends," Darin acknowledged, and Colin grinned over his shoulder at me.

After we said our goodbyes and Jupiter and I began our trek back towards the apartment, I stretched. "Man, I'm exhausted," I yawned, and Jupiter draped an arm over my shoulder. "I'm not surprised," he said. "That was a lot of work, even for a bunny."

"To be honest," I began. "I was kind of worried about doing anything sexual with anyone besides you. I'm really not interested in having an open relationship, for reasons I hope you can understand."

"Oh yes," he said. "I understand fine. We won't do anything like that again, unless we both agree on it later."

"Well, that's good news. But what I was really meaning to say was that that didn't actually feel too bad."

"Wow, a blowjob that didn't feel bad. You have been missing out," he said, grinning at me.

"No," I said. "I mean that it all felt acceptable after I got used to it. It felt like it was alright."

"Rabbits are communal creatures," he reminded me.

"Yeah, but we mate for life," I protested.

"But that doesn't mean you don't play around on the side," he said, smirking at me. I had no response for that.

"Checkmate," he said, victoriously. I pinched his nipple as we arrived at the bus stop and grinned. "I'll show you mate," I said. The bus arrived soon after, and I marveled at how well Colin and Jupiter had planned the events of the evening as I climbed on the bus. I deposited my fare and made my way towards the back with a silly grin on my face to reflect on all that had happened to me tonight.