Springtime In the Hundred Acre Wood
Springtime in the Hundred Acre Woods.
© Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
All Rights Reserved,
January, 8th, 2007.
*Authors Note: This story contains sexual acts between two young males. As the author of this work, I do not partake, nor condone such actions, and this work is purely a work of fiction, and is meant to be such. If you are offended by such, then please do not read further.
Christopher sat up, and then rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked outside his bedroom window. As the warm spring sunshine splashed across his bed, Christopher climbed out and felt the joy of childhood fill his spirit. He hurriedly changed into his clothes, neatly folding his pyjama's up and putting them under his pillow - then looking into the glassy, unseeing eyes of his large Kanga plush, that sat next to Eyore in the corner of his room. Feeling silly, he walked across to the kanga plush, then wrapped his arms around it and kissed its furred cheek and hugged it tightly.
"Christopher, breakfast!" Come his mother's call from downstairs.
"Coming mother!" Christopher called back, as he sighed, then bounded from his room with only the energy a child could muster.
Leaping down the stairs, two and three at a time, Christopher skidded on the rug at the bottom, then grasped the door arch of the kitchen and spun around - nearly crashing into his mother who carried the large plate of waffles from the bench to the table.
"Hey!" His mother yelped, as Christopher dodged around her. "What's gotten you so excited today?"
Christopher indeed felt like he could do anything, the soft breeze blowing through the house brought the sweet scents of the spring flowers, and the sun shone down on the woods and farmlands that surrounded his mother's house.
"Its - just such a lovely day!" Christopher grinned, flashing his mother that sweet, innocent and loving smile he knew she loved.
She laughed, and then set the plate of waffles down before him. As he reached for the maple syrup, then began pouring it over his waffles, he moaned at the scent from the hot waffles.
"Be careful Christopher," His mother admonished him gentle, as she made her own breakfast. "They will be hot!"
"Yes mother," Christopher giggled, as he tucked into his breakfast with a rabid hunger.
When he was finished, and placed his dishes in the sink, he kissed his mother on the cheek, then before she could ask him what his plans were, he was out the back door and gone into the heavily forested woods behind their farmhouse.
"What he gets up to in there - " Sighed Christopher's mother, as she shook her head slowly. "I will never know...."
*
Christopher moved without fear or hesitation through the dark woods, until he came to the hedges that guarded the clearing beyond. Here, he clambered through the secret path only the young children of the area knew, and entered into the clearing. Waving to his friends, he ran across the way to Kanga's house, then composed himself and knocked politely on the door. After a few moments, the door opened and Kanga stood there, looking down at Christopher as she dried her paws on her black and white chequered apron she wore around her waist.
"Oh, good morning Christopher - " Kanga smiled, then leant down and lightly licked his forehead, then tousled his hair with a gentle paw. "Joey will be - "
A small, furred streak rushed past Kanga, and if it wasn't for her heavy tail, she would have been knocked off her feet.
"Joey, how many times have I told you - " Kanga admonished her offspring.
"Love you mother!" Joey squealed, as he grabbed Christopher's hand and tried dragging him away.
"Uh...bye Ms. Roo!" Christopher stammered, as he blushed and followed Joey.
"Auuugh - children!" Kanga groaned, as she threw her paws into the air and shook her head slowly, her tubular ears flapping from side to side. "Don't be out late Joey!"
"I won't - I promise!" Joey shouted back, before he and Christopher disappeared around the great oak that grew in the centre of the clearing.
Kanga shook her head again, then returned inside and closed the door behind her.
*
Christopher and Joey ran amok in the forest, playing games of hide and seek, tiggy and eventually, wound up on the banks of the slow, gently flowing river. Here, they practiced their rock skimming, before Christopher lay on his back, nibbling on a grass stem, and Joey sprawled beside him. Both could not remember a spring day this beautiful, and with all they'd already seen and done, much of the day still lay before them. Joey stirred restlessly, and then turned his head to look at Christopher. Christopher turned his own head, and then looked into Joey's dark eyes. Neither of them knew what happened between them, but there was some sort of spark and they both twitched and giggled helplessly.
"Christopher - " Joey whispered, as his eyes widened and his ears partially flattened against his neck.
Christopher propped himself up on his elbow, then rested his head on his palm as he looked at Joey, who squirmed and wriggled like he had ants crawling over his young, furred body. Joey giggled softly, then lay back down and stared up at the leaves that rustled above them.
"What is it Joey?" Christopher asked, as he reached out and stroked his friends' furred forearm gently.
Joey moaned quietly, then rolled back over and looked into Christopher's eyes. "I've been - I mean...you know!"
Christopher blinked, and then his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Know...what?"
Joey fidgeted some more, then blushed beneath his fur, his ears flattening against his nape in embarrassment. "I've been...you know - using my paws too - "
Christopher blinked again, and then he began laughing gently. Offended, Joey rolled away and curled up defensively. He felt ashamed and hurt by his friends' laughter, and then he flinched as he felt Christopher's hand touch his shoulder.
"Go away!" Joey sniffled.
"Joey - I - I did not mean to laugh at you my friend, please - do not cry; I'm sorry..." Christopher whispered, as he stroked Joey's shoulder gently.
"No," Joey whimpered. "You're right...I'm just being...silly."
Christopher knelt beside Joey, then gently pulled him onto his back and straddled him, before looking down into the moist, deep blackness of Joey's eyes.
"You're not being silly - " Christopher told him, as he used his thumbs to lightly caress Joey's cheeks. "I've been - I mean...well - using my own hands and that Kanga plush toy I have too - "
Joey's eyes widened, then he began to laugh softly. Christopher blushed, then he too began to laugh, and just like that, their minor disagreement was forgiven and forgotten.
*
Joey squealed and wriggled beneath Christopher, as Christopher began tickling him, under the chin, his chest and under his arms. Joey struggled futilely, and he playfully beat at Christopher's chest with his small, black paws, as he gasped and writhed uncontrollably. Soon, Christopher stopped tickling his friend, and let Joey regain his breathing and watched as Joey dabbed at his eyes with his paw pads.
"How about a swim?" Christopher asked, as he leapt up and began pulling his shirt over his head.
"A swim? You know we kangaroo's don't swim well - " Joey admonished Christopher gently.
"Then we'll stay in the shallows - near the bank, okay?"
"Sure - I think!" Joey giggled, and then began struggling with his own shirt.
Christopher helped Joey disrobe, and then looked down at the smaller, more delicate kangaroo. Joey only stood three feet five inches tall, his fur as soft as goose-fledgling down. It was pale woodland brown, except for the smoky grey from just under his muzzle, down his chest and stomach, and then blended into a paler whitish / grey at his groin and inner thighs. Joey's paws were slender, almost effeminate, and the paw pads were soft and supple. His legs were slender, but surprisingly well muscled for such a young fur. His feet were long and ending in two toes with sharp black nails.
Joey stretched, then idly scratched his stomach with his claws and then giggled and slipped his paws into his undergarments waistband. As he pushed his underwear down, then sat and tugged them off, Christopher glanced at Joey's naked body. Joey rose, then seen Christopher's gaze, before Christopher snapped it away and Joey blushed self-consciously, covering his groin with his small paws - but it left little to the imagination, as even as a very young Joey, he had been...well proportioned in the sexual department.
Christopher shed his own shirt and pants, but kept his underwear on, before he grinned at Joey and ran for the river, screaming like a banshee. Joey giggled and charged after him, but Christopher had too much of a head start, and Joey couldn't keep up. With a joyous yell, Christopher ploughed into the water, and Joey gave a mighty leap, before he curled himself into a ball and smashed into the river like a cannonball, sending a plume of water exploding into the sky. As he broke the surface, Christopher clapped his efforts, as Joey coughed and spluttered, then twisted himself about as water dripped from his sodden ears and muzzle. As he looked at Christopher, he gigged and playfully splashed water at his friend.
They revelled in the cool river water for hours, until at last, exhaustion began to set in, and they retreated to the shallows. Here, Joey slumped onto his side and Christopher lay behind him, then reached around and pulled Joey gently backwards.
"Hey!" Joey squealed, as his muscles tensed in alarm.
"Shhhh - " Christopher whispered, as he cuddled Joey close. "I won't hurt you my friend, I promise! It's just a friendly cuddle."
Joey flicked his ears backwards, and then he frowned and giggled nervously, before relaxing and wriggling himself back against Christopher. Yet as Joey wriggled, Christopher felt the first faint stirrings from his loins, and it rapidly grew as Joey's tail pressed firmly against his underwear.
"Christopher!" Joey whimpered, as he hurriedly tried to pull away, alarm making his body tense again. "I...we can't!"
Christopher fought the urges he felt building within him, then he smiled and tenderly took the trembling Joeys paws in his hands and squeezed them.
"Joey - it's...it just us here." Christopher spoke soothingly, as he tried to calm Joey.
His words worked, but Joey still remained tense and every so often, a slight tremor rippled through him.
"I - I mean you - you're..." Joey stammered.
"It's alright Joey - I promise you. It's just us...and -" Christopher husked, as he tenderly stroked Joey's paws. "I mean, wouldn't you like - you know - to play around a little? You said you've already been using your paws to - "
"I know what I said!" Joey whimpered, as he shyly pulled away, but something within him stirred.
"It won't hurt - if you use your paws...and - I use mine to, you know..." Christopher whispered, and then his cheeks flushed brilliantly.
Joey bit his lower lip, and then hesitantly allowed Christopher to draw him close as Christopher carefully slid his arms around Joey's lower back and cuddled him. With a soft whimper, Joey submit and Christopher moved in closer, then gasped as he felt his erect member pressed against Joey's wet, clammy stomach fur.
"Christopher - I'm scared!" Joey whimpered. "What if - you know - what if someone comes?"
Christopher cuddled Joey gently, stroking his friends' ears softly, as he slicked them down and pulled Joey back down, so they were both lying in the cool water.
"Here - that's better - it'll just look like we're...playing together." Christopher chuckled softly, as he carefully stroked Joey's tail.
Both young males were now half immersed in the water, and Joey slowly relaxed, then he gasped as he felt Christopher's hand slide between his furred thighs and his fingers caress Joey's limp member.
"Oooh - " Joey moaned softly, as he arched his hips forwards, and his member slowly grew firmer under Christopher's timid touch.
"I - I don't know about this - " Joey gasped. "It feels - "
"It feels good, doesn't it? Is it - you know - like when you do it yourself, is it the same?" Christopher asked, as he continued to stroke with his fingers along Joey's swelling member.
"Not - the same!" Joey grunted, as he wriggled and moaned; his voice filled with both pleasure, and more than a little guilt and fear.
"Let me know, if you want me to stop Joey - " Christopher breathed into his ears. "I will, just tell me."
"No - it's...alright." Joey murmured, as he twitched and licked Christopher's cheek lightly, before his own paws slid down under the water and he fearfully touched Christopher's fully erect member with a furred finger.
"Hey!" Christopher grunted. "Please - be...careful - your claws are sharp!"
"Sorry!" Joey giggled nervously, as his eyes rolled and he timidly took Christopher's length between his velvety paw pads.
As the two friends lay together, both filled with fear and pleasure of equal measures, they caressed and stroked each other - before they grew more comfortable and relaxed. Joey began tentatively rubbing his paw pads up and down Christopher's member, as Christopher in turn, used his fingers to stroke Joey's oddly S shaped member in turn. For thirty minutes, they masturbated each other, before Joey began to tremble in the water and his breathing grew raspier.
"Christopher please...stop now!" Joey gasped, as he began panting.
Christopher snatched his paws back, then he blinked and cried out in surprise, as Joey bucked and then there was the sensation of warmth splashed across Christopher's groin as Joey reached his orgasm with a series of short, sharp grunts and trembles that sent the water to rippling. Christopher glanced into Joey's eyes, whose eyes rolled back in is head as his paws gripped his member between them as yet another orgasm struck and Joey cried out in marsupial delight. When he regained his composure, he blinked then flattened his ears in embarrassment, as he tried to pull away from Christopher. Christopher pulled the shaking young kangaroo close, then began kissing and licking Joey's tender neck and throat, feeling Joey's heat thudding powerfully in his furred chest.
"Christopher - I did not mean to - " Joey whimpered, eyes wide in fright, thinking he'd upset his friend.
"It's alright Joey," Christopher giggled, then stroked Joey's throat. "I - did you, I mean...did it feel nice?"
Joey shuddered again, as he nodded slowly, then reached back down and laid his paws on Christopher's member and carefully stroked it. Pausing mid stroke, Joey lifted his paws out of the water, then his eyes widened as he looked at the sticky, white tendrils of his semen that clung between his furred fingers.
"Oooh - yuck!" Joey gasped, as he hurriedly began trying to wash them clean in the water.
Christopher helped him, and then when Joey's paws were mostly clean, Joey giggled nervously and then reached up and wrapped his paws around Christopher's neck and began licking his friends' throat. They lay together for several minutes, just enjoying the pleasure of their embrace, before Joey pulled back slightly, and then touched his cold, wet nose against Christopher's.
"I...I want - I mean," Joey stammered, then blushed and squirmed. "I would like - if you can help me..."
Christopher frowned, and then lovingly stroked his friends' cheek again. "What would you like?
Joey cocked his head into Christopher's gentle caress and he moaned softly in pleasure, before he sighed and hung his head shamefully.
"I - I've been..." Joey whispered, then shivered again, fully expecting Christopher to be horrified at what Joey was about to say next. "Playing with, various things - under my tail, when I have a bath - "
Christopher merely blinked slowly. "You mean - like...so I've heard - like a male...and a female?"
Joey frowned, and then nodded slowly. "It...hurt at first - but slowly, I got - kind of - used to it...and it...it felt...strange, but not unpleasant."
Thinking, Christopher looked into Joey's eyes, who gazed back with total love and trust in his slightly older friend, then Joey squeezed Christopher's hands lightly - his look telling Christopher everything he needed to know.
"Joey - I mean...I've never - you know...how do I...won't it hurt?" Christopher asked, as he tenderly rubbed his thumbs over Joey's cold, wet paws.
"Go, slowly." Joey breathed, his body trembling, as he lightly pushed Christopher onto his back, then straddled his friends hips. "I will...I - I've never...with one like you...or another fur before and - "
"Joey, if you're scared - I know *I* am - " Christopher panted, as he felt his errection growing, as Joey rubbed his wet groin against it. "Then don't do it."
Joey shook his head slowly, his damp ears slapping from side to side, as he got himself into position, then had Christopher hold his own member in his hand - as Joey inhaled and exhaled a few times- before he slowly relaxed and lowered himself down. At first, Joey cried out sharply, as he felt Christopher's member press harder and harder against Joey's tight sphincter muscles.
"Joey - stop it!" Christopher moaned. "Please - you...you'll hurt yourself!"
Joey ignored his friends impassioned cry, as he panted heavily, then exhaled and gave a short, sudden downwards thrust and he ground his teeth together, as Christopher's penis tip penetrated Joey's body.
"Joey - please!" Begged Christopher. "You're hurting yourself - now - I'm going too - "
Joey whimpered, then gently leant forwards and to both their surprise, the aching pains in Joey's rump eased slightly, and he rested his paws against Christopher's chest.
"It's...alright - " Joey panted. "It always...hurts at first, but then - once I get into the right position it..."
Joey carefully pushed himself backwards as Christopher felt the first inklings of his orgasm building - the clear, viscous fluids seeping from his member's tip and lubricating Joey's tender tail hole, Joey gasped, then pulled forwards, before slowly pushing back the opposite way - sliding Christopher deeper within him.
"Now - once...more!" Joey gurgled.
As he carefully pressed himself forwards, then he whimpered and wriggled backwards - until he could take no more inside him and he clutched Christopher tightly, as salty tears began to well in his eyes. Joey had experimented with some of Rabbit's carrots, but they had been much smaller than the length that now pulsed and throbbed within his aching tail hole. Nausea stirred in Joey's body, as he slowly began to rock himself forwards and back, his tail lying stiffly between Christopher's legs, his paws on Christopher's chest.
"Joey - please...no more!" Christopher sobbed, as he looked up through a blur of his own tears.
Joey pushed backwards, and as he began to rock forwards, Christopher suddenly grasped Joey's paws in a crushing grasp - as he gave a short, sharp cry - and Joey threw back his head and screamed in fear and pain, as Christopher unconsciously lunged - as he began ejaculating within Joey's smaller form. Throbbing pain lanced through Joey's lower groin, and as he felt the hot semen spurting within him, the nausea built to a crescendo. Barely with enough time to turn his head away, Joey vomited helplessly, his stomach clenching and in turn, causing his already tormented tail hole to squeeze with each contraction of his stomach.
Yet more and more, did Christopher ejaculate within Joey, until the young roo fur thought he'd surely never stop retching - even though his stomach lay empty. Just as Joey pulled forwards, Christopher regained enough self control to help his exhausted, nauseated friend forwards. With a whimper, Joey dismounted himself from Christopher, then slumped onto him and began sobbing heartbrokenly. Christopher rolled them away and into the water, where he cradled the shaking young roo and began kissing his furred cheeks.
"Joey, please...please don't cry - I didn't - " Christopher wailed, as his own tears came in a torrential flood of grief, shame and misery.
"It...it hurt!" Joey sobbed, as he pressed his nose against Christopher's chest. "I tried to stop but I - I couldn't get free in time and...oh...oh - "
Joey twisted away, then doubled over in agony as he began retching helplessly again, clutching his stomach with his paws. Christopher cupped some water into his palms, and then held it to Joey's muzzle. Carefully, Joey drank some, then instantly vomited it back up. Again, Christopher offered the terrified young roo more water, and this time, Joey's stomach settled enough to keep it down.
"You...silly, foolish young kangaroo!" Christopher wept, as he held his shaking friend tight. "Joey - I never - meant to hurt you like that, please forgive me!"
Joey was beyond words, as the terrible ache from his groin slowly began to ease, and the nausea once more settled to a barely controlled state. He looked askance at Christopher, then weakly clasped his paws around his friend's hands and squeezed them.
"No - " Joey rasped, his voice hoarse and throat burning like fire. "It was - not your fault! I thought - I could...I'm sorry Christopher!"
As the both burst into tears, then clasped each other and their tears mingled against their bodies, before the river water washed them away. After some hours, they lay together half in the river, both exhausted and emotionally bewildered. Joey laid his paws on Christopher, who nodded and then they crawled from the river and dressed themselves slowly.
"Christopher - I..." Joey rasped his voice still weak.
"Joey - it was...I mean - we must not tell anyone, promise me!" Christopher whimpered, as he stroked Joey's trembling jaw line.
"I - promise." Joey breathed, as he noddled slowly.
They made their way back via the blackberry patch, where each of them ate until they felt sick - in Joey's case, it didn't take much. His groin ached abysmally, and even walking caused him to whimper softly. As they stopped at Kanga's house, they exchanged looks and Joey whimpered softly, as Christopher gave him a gentle cuddle. Kanga seen them both, and as she opened the door, Joey brushed past her, and then bolted for the bathroom.
"Joey!" Kanga squealed, as she twisted about then turned back to Christopher. "What's going on Christopher?"
"I think Ms. Kanga - "Christopher croaked, then coughed and avoided her stern gaze, knowing if he looked into her eyes, he'd lose his self-control and the truth would damn both Joey and himself. "That Joey had a few bad blackberries - some I don't think - were ripe."
"Oh - " Kanga whispered, as her eyes widened. "Oh dear - I better go see if he's alright."
She gave Christopher a gentle lick on the forehead, and he gave her a cuddle, before she turned and walked back inside, closing the door behind her. Christopher sniffled, then turned and headed back through the woods to his home. His mother was not home, but he let himself in, and then went to the bathroom where he drew a hot bath and submerged himself - except for his head. As the guilt and shame began to build in him, he wondered if this day would drive a wedge between himself and his beloved Kangaroo friend....
After checking on Joey, Kanga returned downstairs, and Joey had his own bath, letting the warm water ease the terrible ache in his groin. When he had dried himself, he ate a light dinner, at Kanga's insistence, before he licked her cheeks and went to his room. Here, he shut his bedroom door, then grasped his pillow in his shaking paws, and buried his muzzle in it. Only his dark eyes peered above the smothering pillow, as he gripped it tighter and tighter, as the salty tears began to well in his eyes. He clutched his pillow tightly in his black paws, and then buried his muzzle into it as he began to cry heartbrokenly. His piercing wails were heavily muffled by the thick, goose down filled pillow, as he knew, deep down inside him, that what he and Christopher had done was wrong, but another part of him, told him it was so right. Joey was torn between his grief and the memories of the pleasures they had shared, down on the riverbank in their special grove. Even now, his body trembled as his mind roiled with these conflicting emotions. Rolling over, he pressed his muzzle into his pillow and cried helplessly, unable to hold back the feelings within him.
It would be a long time, before this frightened young Joey cried himself to sleep.
END.