Learning to Bond
It was a year after his father died, the skinny, girlish, sports-inept, artistic, smart 16 year old raccoon boy with long brown hair and a slightly bigger than normal tail's mother, a beautiful raccoon, who lent a lot of her looks to her son when he was born, had started dating again. There were several attempts before the current one.
"Hey kiddoo, do you like vidja games? I likes me some vidja games!"
"Y-yes...You're how old? Oh, a t-teenager, y-yes... okay, don't hurt me kid, you guys shoot people now, don't you? What gang are you in? Please tell me I ain't trippin' in yo' hood, G, because I don't want to die.."
"What kind of lil' fag likes to sit around and paint? You should be out there breakin' bones and playin' football!"
But the raccoon liked the current one. He was nice, didn't inadvertantly insult his sexuality, didn't try to connect in a shitty way, and wasn't afraid of him. He just treated him as an adult, as the mature raccoon liked to be treated. They addressed each other by first name, and talked as if they were the same age, instead of one being older than the other.
That evening of the date, the raccoon's mother was flustered trying to get ready.
"Seriously, Iggy, seriously, how do I look? Is my hair okay? Will he like it?" she said, rustling the locks of silky brown hair. She put in an earring, and tried to zip up the back of her dress, unable to do it, and having Iggy perform the task for her.
"You're gorgeous, mum, don't worry. He'll love you." He said in a supportive way. He didn't like her dating, much, but he did like his mom being happy. His dad was a good father and he didn't think she could find another as cool as him, so he disliked the idea, but her happiness was worth it to him, as long as they weren't bigoted(Iggy came out of the closet at 12 and his parents were supportive.).
When her date arrived, he rang the doorbell, causing Stella to trip over her high-heels while running to answer the door. Iggy laughed and helped his mom up and to the door. She greeted the slightly muscular, but not buff ferret, and so did Iggy, looking him over. He knew he was his mom's boyfriend, but if he were only younger, he might try to take him away. They chatted for a bit, before the two went out for a movie.
Iggy really didn't have anything to do after they left, having finished his homework earlier. He lounged about on the couch watching a few of his favourite programs, and checking up on the news. He got out his Game Slave 3 and played some of his games for a while. He got stuck on level 5 when the moonmoose attacked his Parasitic Pod of Portalic Pseudoom, but got through it after a few retries.
Iggy finally gave up trying to do anything and went to his bedroom. He laid down on his queen sized bed, and looked out the window at the stars. He looked over at his clock radio and saw that it was about 10 minutes until his mother got back. He sighed and looked back at the stars, wishing he had someone to date. He started thinking beyond that, of sex, of being pounded in his tight hole, moaning to a thick slab of man-meat sliding inside his lubed-up rear.
He found himself rubbing his still-sheathed cock. He pulled back the furry covering to his shaft, and saw the precum glisten on his pink member. It wasn't exactly impressive, but it wasn't microscopic, which is a good thing. He slowly stroked up and down it, blushing and moaning a bit. His precum was slicking the hard member as he rubbed faster, cupping his furry balls and moving them around in his hand. He gripped his cock tighter, pumping it a lot faster, letting out little moans and breaths as he did so. He heard the door close, and he threw the covers over himself quickly, forgetting the tent of his penis under the sheets was visible.
Instead of his mom poking in, it was Jonathan. He walked inside, turning the lights off, which rendered everything black, except for the clock-radio's ominous glow cast on the raccoon's quizzical face. What was Jon doing? Why was he sneaking into his room...and...unbuckling his...pants..
"Wha-what are you doing, Jon?? This is my room, not my mom's!" he shouted, gripping the covers over him tightly.
"Shh, shh, it's fine. Your mom and I talked tonight about you. About you being lonely and about your sexuality... It was more than I could have hoped for. I wanted to give you a little...er...treat.... just so we can get to liking each other better." He threw off the last of his clothes and approached the skinny raccoon's bed. He was startled. His mom's boyfriend about to fuck him? That was something that didn't happen. It was almost as someone was inventing this story in his mind then typing it on a computer.
The young raccoon decided to submit and lose his virginity to the ferret. The ferret procured a bottle of lube from seemingly nowhere. He kissed the top of the boy's head, and splashed some in his hands, rubbing it on his cock. Iggy turned around, and bent over, exposing his tailhole to Jon, who rubbed some of the liquid onto the tight ring of muscle. He was still reluctant to have sex with Jon, but he figured he would like it, if he just went with it. Jon continued with his lubing, pushing a single finger inside of the tight hole, rubbing it around in the velvety insides, shoving another digit inside to loosen him up a bit more. He moaned and stroked his re-hardening cock again.
The ferret got done with his lubing, and pushed his eight-inch penis up against the hole of the younger creature. He slid it up and down his crack rubbing it across the hole, hitting the base of the tail. The sensation made Iggy moan. He giggled and reached behind him, turning his face towards the ferret, smiling seductively.
"C'mon, baby, stop teasing me and put that prick in my rump"
"I knew you'd come around, hun." He said with a grin.
The cock was pushed in slowly, the head of his organ setting out into this new uncharted territory first, as the rest of the length was slowly pushed in, Jonathan successfully invaded the ass of the raccoon with his penis.
A twitching raccoon lay below the ferret, moaning and writhing at the new sensation. He had never felt this before, only a finger had previously explored the land which was his colon. After a few minutes of wriggling and squeezing from the anal muscles in the raccoon, the ferret began to pull out to his tip, then push in once more against the fighting muscles which were only used to pushing things out before, not letting things in. The raccoon, of course, felt pain from this, but he, despite the wimpy aura about him, he had a high tolerance for pain, so he felt the pleasure stronger.
Jon was sliding in and out of his hole faster now, enticing the nerves of the raccoon more, hitting his prostate occasionally, and producing all kinds of noises such as murring, squeaking, moaning and gasps from the fuzzy teenager. He hit a particularly sweet spot in his thrusting, which made the raccoon gasp and shout out a loud "OOOOH!". Jon was breathing much heavier and pounding much faster now. He put his hands around the small feminine body, running his left up the boyish chest and another down to Iggy's crotch. .He played with a tuft of chest fur as he pumped the cock in time with his thrusts. He'd hit a sweet spot, get an "ooh" from the boy, and stroke. It was like a well-oiled buttsex machine.
After a while, the boy took over. He turned around on the penis of his newfound fuck buddy, sitting facing him and sliding up on the rod longing for release, then slamming down hard to the ferret's lap. He moaned out loudly, and the racoon grinned, starting to bounce with a regular beat. As he bounced, with accompanying thrusts from the ferret, his nipple was bit by the ferret. This made him blush deeply and moan.
The ferret was getting close, Iggy could tell. He was squeezing his previously virgin anal muscles around the cock as hard as he could, trying to get him to finish up and shoot off his load in Iggy's ass. Iggy didn't have to wait for too much longer because the ferret pushed him around, fucking him doggy style once more, humping the tight ass below him as fast as was ferretly possible. He withdrew his rod almost all the way from the tight pucker, causing confusion in Iggy until he slammed the fuckstick deep into the boy, smacking right against his prostate and unleashing his load of cum up inside the boy. It was a euphoric feeling the boy had never even dreamed of, having his ass filled with seed. The feeling sent him off as well, the warm feeling inside, plus the near-torrent of sperm hitting all his spots nicely created an orgasmic rush of lust, which, of course, initiated the orgasm itself. His own cock shot thick ropes of sweet semen all over his sheets, also hitting him along his stomach chest, and chin. He collapsed on his bed, causing Jon to follow suit, on top of him. They lay there for a few minutes, panting. The ferret pulled out of Iggy's ass, a little stream of cum seeping out of the hole his cock was previously in. He kissed the top of the raccoon's head, who was drifting off to sleep.
The next day, Iggy stumbled downstairs where his mother was. He was still in a euphoric state, everything was kind of foggy to him, but he loved it. He could still feel some of the ferret's seed running down his leg. It was covered by his boxers and his jeans though. His mother was cooking eggs while whistling an old Beatles song. She saw her son staggering to the kitchen and greeted him.
"Good morning, honey! How are you? I was exhausted last night, sorry I didn't even talk to you when I got home!"
"Neh, it-it's fine, mum. Love you." He kissed her cheek and grabbed some milk out of the fridge.
"I think Jon said he was gonna go see if you were awake and talk to you last night. Did he?"
"Y-yeah." he said, smiling to himself while pouring the white liquid.
"So have you two started to bond or anything? Have a good talk about...something?" she said, trying to think of what would be discussed between the boy and her boyfriend.
"Yeah, somewhat.." he said, his grin as wide as it could be