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Here I am, an average high school student sixteen year old raccoon walking into the hallway eagerly to meet up with my best pal, Rach. He's a really hot lion with a mane as long and stuffy as his six foot five inch tall body could allow it to grow. He has awesomely sculpted abs as I remembered from watching him play his favourite sport, football. He told me it helped him cool down to play without a shirt on, but I actually have a suspicion that it's an attempt to arouse the girls in the crowd. Like I'd buy that anyway, he's a damn savannah feline, so he's used to the heat.

Anyway, we've been friends since we were cubs and I have a feeling it will stay that way for a long time. I discovered my true orientation because of him actually. Damn him and his perfect body! His pants always gave away a strong scent of musk for the pleasure of torturing me all day. Next thing I knew, I was pawing off while having him shirtless printed into my mind.

Not that he knows anything about it though. I actually haven't told anyone about me, keeping all my deepest fantasies to myself. I guess it would just have made it all the more difficult to convince him of what I had in mind if he knew...

Now you would think someone as manly as he was wouldn't have any problems into getting some action in the bed sheets, if you know what I mean. But he did. He actually had a few girlfriends in his early years of football, but it was mostly two or three nights stand. They would sleep together in the heat of the moment, but it wasn't too long before the females realized he didn't have anything interesting to say.

In fact, he kind of had a problem for talking to women. Not that I mind much about it myself, but he is more interested in talking about sports or videogames. You know, guy's stuff. The girls would just be tired and bored of him and leave him after a good fuck.

Since then, he kind of had the reputation of a jock around school and that wasn't helping him at all. The girls would only use him as an eye candy until they would be reminded by their best friend that it wasn't worth the shot. I know what I'm talking about: I hear all their yapering during games. Even if a new girl would be transferred in during semester, she would hear the word from god knows where and stay put like the purest none.

By the way, I haven't missed any of his games yet.

He let slip once that it was frustrating he wasn't able to pull out for a long time in a wave of unsatisfied horniness after a game (he always get these kind of urges after sports, don't ask why) as a meaning of a mockery more than a confidence, but I knew it was most likely true. I knew it all too well, having fun sneaking in on his life intimacy and watching his comings and goings of what he called his 'potentials', which often meant some fans of his team who only wanted to meet the jock in person.

So it got me thinking for a while on how to transform my wildest dreams into reality. After a lot of wondering, I've finally come to a much believable plan, as I named 'the horny lion's splashing'. Yeah, I know it sounds funny, but you wouldn't believe how much giggidy it got me just to say it.

As any evil genius would do, I did a bit of researching on him to increase my 'potential' with him, as he would say, which I will mention later on.

I made sure to go through the bathroom floor before meeting him. I checked myself out, to make sure I didn't have anything running out of my nose. Running dry? Good. I inspected my face carefully in the mirror to lock on to anything out of place. Clear. I rearranged my t-shirt, as it became stretch in all possible directions from all the moving around of the day. Checked. Finally, my final touch, some spurt of female perfume to hide my obviously too male sweaty fur.

Now, don't go assuming I prefer female fragrances, or that I am the stereotypical gay that wants to be more feminine because I am attracted to males or anything. It's just, again, to increase my chances with him. Surely, I'm not far gone enough to think it would only take some light touch of smelly liquids to confuse a guy into thinking I am in fact a gal, but I believe the smell will remind my lion of his pasts sexual intercourses with a woman and will increase his sex drive. It will also remind him of something familiar and put him more at ease, making it easier to lure him in.

Maybe I was expecting too much out of this, but anyway, genius also means crazy in a way.

Lesson n.1: Always make yourself presentable.

Now let me tell you about guys like Rach. Surely, you must have thought until now that it wasn't really important, because He Is Straight, Damn It! I know, but that's where you're wrong. Even straight guys are able to have an opinion on another guy's body. Although none of them would admit it, straights like gays have equal capacities of noticing some physical particularities.

How about an example: It's not surprising even for a gay male to acknowledge that a girl is beautiful. Not hot, not arousing, beautiful. The judgement is based on characteristics noticeable by anyone who has eyes and a decent sense of aesthetics. It's also true between women, otherwise why would they feel the need to bitch each other out then?

Just kidding, but some studies try to find some sort of connection between the physical appearance of other furs and the reason you wanted to form a relationship (friendship included) with this particular fur in the first place. They claim that everyone tends to talk to the person who is the closest to his ideal physical appearance, whether or not the person is in your sexual orientation's preference.

That explains why there are some people who we just can't stand, but cannot for the living hell find a reason for it, even though we've only met the person for the first time or so.

That also explains why friendship often leads to a more intimate relationship, being that the first condition of loving somebody is already fulfilled, which is physical appearance, or would I say that the sense of aesthetic is more compatible with each other, to be more precise.

Of course, I'm not saying we can't choose consciously who we want to be with: how depressing would it be to think that only your body matters and you can't do a thing about it! Eventually, reason takes over appearance and we can decide whether or not to stick with that person. Isn't that what elementary school goal is, to get rid of the prejudice and be friendly with everybody?

I find some sense into it myself, if we remember that even though we are intelligent, furs are still the descendant of animals. Animals more primitive only care about senses, like sight or smell or even hearing, like birds, to feel the need to get closer to each other!

For my little Rach, looks is important (for girls at least, that's for sure), so I made it a capital part of my plan.

[...]

I descended the stairs and went straight to the gym. Like I expected, the class was over and all the students went to change in the locker room. I decided to wait for him outside near the door. Not that I didn't want to peek in and go meet him there, but it would be awkward to stand there in my normal clothes, talking to him while all the other furs got dressed around me. There will be plenty of time to peek tonight anyway, if everything goes right.

I saw him come out several minutes later, wearing only his jeans on him, with his shirt hanging on his shoulder.

"Man, is it hot today or what?! Right?"

I couldn't help but notice he was still carrying his usual male scent that never fails to make me shiver, even though I could tell he took a shower. Somehow it was worse because of the 'shirt off' thing. I didn't mind that much, despite from probably having to control myself during the whole walk home. It was driving me crazy: I knew I just had to have him tonight!

"Maybe. I didn't have several miles to run before coming here, unlike you," I responded.

"Yeah...I know", he said, still panting lightly. "Some fast tiger beat me though."

"Ah, come on, don't worry, you out benchpress him by a lot anyway..."

He signed. "Yeah, but he beat me at the ropes too. Man, I don't know how he does it. He has a chest the size of a football field, yet he could move his body so quickly and restlessly... The ropes not only test the endurance of the muscles, but also the agility, yet he combines both so easily."

You know what I mean now? The lion loves talking about sports. But it's pleasant, as his accurate descriptions would often lead to...how do I put this? ...Interesting images. I could almost picture the tiger now, groping the rope expertly, swinging it in all directions to try and climb to the top, using his firm grip of his strong yet soft paws. 'Hmm, I could use a grip like that...'

"Yo, Narumi, I'm talking to you!" He said while shaking my shoulder.

"Han, what? What d'you say?"

"I asked you if you were still up for our guy's movie night."

"Yeah, sure", I responded with a smile. "So it didn't work out with, hum, what's her name, Barbara?"

"Nope... Another fluke. I don't know what is up with those girls these days."

"So it's because of her, is it?"

"Hell yeah! Can't be me. Did you see my toned abs?" He turned towards me to help me get a better view.

'Yes I did, and a lot more than you think! Silly lion: so overconfident of himself... '

"Whatever you say, Rach..." I said turning my head away. Now was not the time to get excited, I said to my shorts, hoping my words would carry on through the fabrics.

Lesson n.2: Picking the right time

Make sure your victim hasn't got any action for at least the past week. The longer the period without sex it lasted, the better are your chances. Not that it's proven scientifically or anything, but lone males tend to get tired of their paw. It's only common sense after all...

Also, make sure you choose the right time of the day to act. I don't think you could have much chance of success if you plan on making a move in the morning. Especially if he has the habit of pawing off after waking up. I believe Rach is in this category, since I remember this one time we had a sleepover at my house and I swear I could smell his seeds all over my room after my morning shower.

I almost lost it that morning, knowing that he had done THAT in my bed sheets, but I cooled myself down into thinking I'd have plenty of time to paw off afterward, as the arousing smell of his wouldn't just disappear like that.

A study mentions that men's level testosterone is at its peak at the beginning of the day and slowly decrease as the hours pass. Most furs tried to associate the complexity of women by its endless hormones' level changing in a cycle within a month, but men are actually worst. Our cycle only last a day! What do you know...

That explains a lot about his morning activities, but if so, when is the favorable moment to initiate contact? Well, first off, don't pick it too late, like at 10 pm. That's when the testosterone level is at its minimum, in which the fatigue adds up. Even if you could get him to have sex with you, it wouldn't be a passionate session, believe me.

Still, it's would be weird to have sex in the middle of the day, right? I suggest in the evening for practical common sense, but not late evening. The study also says that testosterone level could be increase depending on the activities the male has done before. Any kind of physical competition would help it rises, so naturally I picked a day where his last class was gym.

Other things do as well, like: caffeine or alcohol, play video games (which wouldn't be too hard to convince him to), watch a winning game of whatever sport he likes, and I insist on the winning part. Losing has the unwanted effect of decreasing his sex drive, added with a feeling of defeat. You don't want that, so be smart and don't risk it. Movies also influence the testosterone's level, which I have opted for. Any action movies will do the trick, but I actually chose another kind of movie, to help spices things up...

On top of that, I suggest you pick a time when you have no obligations the day after. I chose a Friday night, having no school on Saturday, of course. With a little luck and tact, you could convince him to stay over to extend the fun on a second round the morning after. But I'm really assuming things at this point, right? Did I mention I had a lot of imagination?

[...]

We were walking towards my house in the evening sun of the end of summer. Those last weeks are always kind of hot, before we switch to the cold air of fall. Rach was still shirtless, having no intention of hiding his body to the passersby as we got on the streets, too proud to mind.

I could tell he kind of had a rush of adrenaline still and I could feel his cravings for release. Phase two was checked, I noted mentally. I was particularly in a mood myself, but it was especially caused by the endless images of tonight that popped into my head. That and his damn shirt off!

"Hey Narumi, we're not stopping to the video club?" Seeing me walking still straight ahead, stopping behind me.

"No, I...already rented it, so don't worry, it's at home. We'll only have to order the pizza for tonight."

"Sweet! So your parents are out on a date, right?"

"Yep", I said with a cocky smile. 'It's just you and me, babe', I thought with amusement.

Lesson n.3: Picking the right place

Of course, the first thing you want to do before trying anything is to make sure you'd be alone and unguarded, like any sixteen year old kid would want to be. Now it may seem like a condition for an actual date, but the consequences are actually worst if you get caught. If your parents don't know about you, like mine, it could turn out to be disastrous even if you try to explain. And if they knew you were gay, it'd still be awkward, believe me. No one really wants to be caught by his parents doing it, unless it's some kind of vengeance or something, like no teenager would like to see his parents doing the same thing together... Especially if it's just some fooling around. It can't be rationally debated, is all.

I insisted for them on going on a date this Friday instead of Saturday, playing the role of an innocent kid who knows just a bit too much about how crowded a chic restaurant is on Saturday night. Don't judge me for that, it's believable at least...

They won't be coming back until ten, so I had a lot to play with here. Make sure to not overbound if you don't want to have a bad surprise.

[...]

We arrived home, and like expected, the house was empty. They were already gone, I could tell, because they left a 'reminder' for me to make my own dinner and not to break down the house. Well, literally, it won't happen, but technically, I'll still be broking the law...

I giggled in anticipation, too eager to even consider remorse. Rach checked on me, probably trying to figure out why, but didn't say anything.

"So, you want to call them now? I'm starving already", I asked him.

He dropped his 170 pounds of muscles on the love seat (giggle) located in the living room, stretching his legs on the pouf and bringing his crossed paws under his head, adopting the position of a typical tourist on his first day at the beach. If he was wearing sunglasses right now, the illusion would be perfect.

"Yeah, that's fine by me. Just make sure it has the good stuff on it. You know? All-dressed."

'You sure, babe? What I want now is all-undressed', I thought, licking my lips.

"Alright, it won't be too long!"

I called and made sure it will be delivered at the right address, being that the delivery boy tends to get lost around our block and we have to microwave the pizza.

"So, what do you say we pop the devil in?" I asked him, sitting beside him with the cover of 'The A team' in my paws.

"You mean now? I thought we would just play videogames while waiting for the pizza to arrive... That's always what we did, anyway."

"It's no big deal: we'll just eat while watching it once it arrives. Come on, my parents are out. I feel wild!"

'Indeed I do, and I have a feeling we'll both be in a couple of minutes.'

"Well... Okay, but I'll blame it all on you if we get grease all over your couch!"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

The chances are that something else is gonna mess up the love seat, but I didn't tell him that.

I made my way to the DVD player and popped in the disk inside the cover that strangely didn't match the cover... I cocked a smile and opened the TV, shut the blinds, being that it was still kind of sunny outside, and made my way back with the remote control.

Lesson n.4: The activity

Like I mentioned earlier, it's best to choose an activity where the testosterone secretion is amplified. Any kind of competition will do, but you have to determine whether your friend is more of a physical or psychological type.

To do that, it's pretty easy. A few simple questions can determine the type of person your friend is: Does your friend always judges how beautiful a girl is by mentioning the approximate size of her bra? Does he have a intimate relationship with a girl, but doesn't talk very often about how much he's happy with her? Does a simple argument like "the girls are hot" is enough into bringing your friend along for something as ordinary as a game of bowling? If the answer to those questions is yes, then your friend is a physical type.

For the psychological person, you must have a positive answer for those questions: Does he enjoy mind games, meaning any kind of games that needs strategy or applying simple logic in order to win? Does he appreciate practicing any kind of art on his own free time and justifies it by mentioning how much more interesting it is than to watch other people have fun on television? Is he not interested by a particular class not because it is boring but because he just doesn't see the point of absorbing knowledge that can't be applied in real life? Does he make up some kind of evil genius plan in order to have sex with you in the living room while his parents are gone? Hehe...

Knowing that will be useful, since you can't always pick the same activity for both types of person. Let me be a little more specific.

How about we begin with something typical for the card games fan? I'm talking about the strip-poker (it can be any type of strip-, followed by an activity, as long as it involves competition). This kind of activity wouldn't really work for someone like Rach, since he is the physical type. Furs like him are very unlikely to agree to such a challenge because he sees no point in playing with guys (you know, without the 'boob' thing)... Even if you could get into a game with girls around, you'd still end up missing your chance, since your friend will only pay attention to the ladies and the only thing you can do is watch. No way I'm inflicting myself that kind of torture...

For guys more psychological, you could still dare them to play because they can get something from it, which is humiliation. He doesn't get a trill out of sexual desire, but he instantly becomes more competitive as he wants to wipe the floor with you and brag about his victory. On top of that, he gets to stare at your most private regions without your consent (or with in certain cases...) and comment about it. And if he's too much of a good poker player for you to see some pink, then I suggest you choose something else.

If you're a good swimmer, you could initiate contact while brawling with your pal underwater. That's the perfect game for making physical contact with the flesh of your dream without looking too obvious or ashamed of it. If he's the physical type, he'll gladly take up on your challenge on trying to prove who's the strongest. Anyways, anyone knows there could always be some 'misplaced hands' during a fight, so even if you're not able to drag him to the next level, you can still accidentally squeeze his...hum, package, for your pleasure. At least, you wouldn't have done all this effort in vain.

The only downside is that he'll probably react instantly to the touch, getting all nice and hard for you, but will reject the idea of getting worked up over a male's paw's touch and forget about it. When the change is too sudden, specimens like Rach tends to get scared easily over the possibility of being gay. It's always a priority for them to prove how straight they are when they feel uncomfortable in a situation they can't relate or haven't thought of, and it seems pretty much universal.

Funny how most of them think you can catch gay by only enjoying the touch of another fur of the same gender. The body has needs, independent of the fur's sexual orientation. For instance, lions like Rach needs to work themselves up from time to time; they don't become attracted to themselves, right?

Nervous impulses don't make the difference between a male's paw and a female's paw, lucky me. If it were true, it'd mean I'd have no chance with him. Enjoying something doesn't mean you love it.

Anyway, it's up to you to find a balanced activity that would satisfy your fantasy as well as being feasible and realistic.

[...]

A range of coloured spotlights were flashing to the rhythm of the music, above hundreds of dancing furs. Not the kind of romantic dance, but more of a groping and kinky one. Surprisingly, the feminine kind was particularly dominant over the masculine kind. A DJ was pumping his fist with the crowd over the electro-acoustic beat and there were some screams of drunken girls over a wolf doing some crazy moves on the dance floor.

It wasn't long before there was a circle of people over him and he sped up for his fans, raising the complexity of his movements. At a slower part of the song, he stood up and started removing his shirt, taking his time to make sure he had all the looks over him. He threw it in the air as the song picked up his original pace, moving his paws like there was not tomorrow. A vixen caught it with a little too enthusiast shout and watched him spin on his back for like ten seconds.

At the end of the song, he went up to that girl with a smile and casually said "so you're the lucky one?" She looked at him with a confused look, but full of expectance. "If you want to have some fun, go wait for me out the back door of the club", the wolf said with confidence.

That sentence made Rach's eyebrow rise all the way up, but he didn't say anything.

She nodded with a shy smile and walked through the door far from the crowd.

He went up to the bar and asked a bar tender for a shooter of rum. She turned around and prepared his drink and the camera made a zoom in on his ass, which was not so well hidden by a leather G-string, and then up to her top bikini of the same material when she turned back at him with the cup of glass.

He chugged it down, but looked like he didn't want to leave yet. The vixen who served his drink asked if he was around much (classic!), because she would have remembered a body like his... The wolf responded by a "you didn't even see it entirely yet... Why don't you find out for yourself how much of my body you like? Somewhere a little more private, like... at the back of the club?"

"I don't usually do this kind of treatment for my clients, but for you honey, I'll make an exception." She licked his lips erotically, asked for another bartender to cover for her and went through the door as well.

Some other girls which have spotted him on the dance floor seemed disappointed, but dispersed themselves around, trying not to look jealous to the wolf.

[...]

If I was straight, I'd be starting to get a little excited in my pants, especially if you consider the thin and little amount of fabrics spent in female clothing, which is why I observed him with the corner of my eye. Nope, no sign of a boner yet. I can tell, because even if he wears jeans, with a big body like his, his meat would surely leave a trace while erect, being that it's most likely proportional to the body's height and race. I could almost picture it now: me sliding my paw on the warm throbbing arousal of his.

Although the big question right now was to know how thick he was... The length doesn't entirely matter, at least not for me.

"What is this?" Rach asked obviously confused. "It doesn't look like The 'A' Team..."

Here's the tricky part: playing dumb without breaking down in laughs.

"I... I don't know..."

[...]

The wolf went up to wash his face into the sink of the bathroom and gave himself a wink in the mirror with a goofy smile and a relatively outdated douche pose from which consist of pointing your indexes towards a hot girl with your thumbs up in a way of faking a gunshot to show how much you like her curves.

He seemed satisfied of his own refection and pushed the back door open, but not before hearing loud conversation from the other side.

"What are you doing here?! I have some business to do here, so get lost!" The bartender shouted.

"But, em... I'm waiting for someone..."

"Someone? In a place like this? Who could you be waiting for in the back of a club?"

"I... I don't know his name, but I know he's a gray wolf."

What?! My wolf? I won't let you steal it from me, he's mine tonight!"

The door made a loud cracking noise and the wolf appeared behind the 'leather' vixen. He placed his paws over her shoulder, hinting her to ease up.

"Girls! Girls. Don't fight over me, please! There's enough of me for both of you anyway", he said, already stripping off his pants, since he had no shirt anymore.

[...]

Oh god... Before I continue with the story, I'd like you to know I didn't choose this particular movie out of tastes... Well, not mine I mean. From what I was able to deduce on Rach, his favourite specie was vixens, because most of his ex-'girlfriends' were the foxy type. Such a shame I couldn't find one about a lion too; the role play would have been too perfect!

Also, I opted for the 'douchy' style of porn since my lion doesn't know anything about romance and all... I figured he would prefer seeing two vixens onto a 6 foot tall wolf, realizing the fantasy of many guys: to have a threesome. I also read part of a review online about the bartender being the rough and dominant one while the groupie played the innocent cute vixen full of admiration for his outstanding talent for...well, obviously not for his talent of dancer in this scene... I don't know which type of femmes he prefers, but he can't NOT like this, since they're both going to make out with him.

Anyway, how frustrating would it be if I went through all this trouble and he doesn't get a boner! I HAD to make sure I would get a least a shot at seeing his exposed crotch, for my sanity!

I pictured in my head a sad wolf with red paws on his cheeks out the back of the club, feeling lonely, as he made my own translation of what would the movie look in real life, but I restrained myself from laughing at this crucial moment.

Anyway, as soon as nudity kicked in, the wolf clearly proud of his erect self in front of the two vixens, Rach caught on the true nature of the movie.

"That's a porno! Where have you rented this movie!?"

"Well, at the same video club two blocks away. I don't know, but maybe...the employee made a mistake when he had put the DVD inside the cover..."

I'm not that good at faking ignorance, but Rach isn't exactly the sharpest guy I know...

"Maybe, but...to mistake the movie for something like this..."

He pointed out the now topless vixens with a shocked expression, but in a good way. Our eyes were still both wide open at the display in front of us, and I started to smell something really strong at my left. That's when I noticed a bulge in his pants. Finally! I'm really eager to see him! All of him I mean...

The two vixens were working on his cock, licking along his length and sucking his balls, switching from time to time as a meaning of a competition on who will make the wolf moan the loudest. It would almost be comical for me if the wolf wasn't so...hot. I estimated his arousal around nine inches, and it wasn't fully out of his sheath yet.

"Great, now we can't watch our movie! You mind we go out and go fetch the real one instead?"

"Wait! We can watch this one, don't you think?" I said a little panicked. Being at his level of arousal, I thought he would have no problem wanting it out of the confining jeans as much as me.

"You mean... To watch it with you? We're not even 18 yet..."

"I don't care, the parents are out anyway! We can't walk out on this opportunity. Don't you want to see how a real porno looks like, not just some cheap internet video? And anyway, we've got to stay here in case the pizza arrives..." That argument, I planned it.

[...]

Opportunity, right! I had quite some difficulty into getting this movie in my paws, being underaged and all... I had to remind my uncle of a favour I fulfilled for him in the past to convince him to rent me that movie. The hardest part was not to explain why I wanted to see a xxx, but why I wanted a title in particular. That implied that I had done research on it and I tried hard to convince him otherwise, saying I just heard it was good. He then asked me where I heard this from, and so on... It was embarrassing, but I finally got it.

After all the trouble I struggled with to get this movie, his ass better stay on this couch and enjoy it.

[...]

I could see he was hesitating, clearly debating on how he could stay put the whole movie without touching himself, but he looked as curious as I was.

"Well... Alright, but if it's lame, we're returning it." Meaning if he's too horny, he can stop it anytime and go paw off. I cocked a smile uncontrollably up my face as I heard his positive answer and decided I would concentrate on the movie.

The wolf finally got to second base with the cute vixen, making her moan in pleasure as he filled her quite nicely with his thick and godly long cock.

The bar tender was behind the vixen, held up in air while grabbing her boobs with a virility that she clearly shouldn't have and cupped them together, making her scream even more, while she kissed the wolf passionately. Their tongues were melting together until the wolf was panting too hard from rubbing his arousal in the tightness of the cute vixen to properly exchange saliva.

She kissed gradually her way down from his neck to his muscular chest, taking her time to tease the gray canine. She ended up playing with his nipples and began sucking on one of it, making him produce a cute sound of pleasure in the heat of the moment, still trusting his hips into the other vixen.

I watched the girls going at it, their breasts bouncing out of proportions caused by the wolf's thrust, on the craving wolf with a little disinterest. The camera was following mostly the girls and I couldn't see much more of the wolf than his pink nipples, which seemed to catch the attention in the ruffled gray fur of his chest. It was really frustrating, because the wolf had a perfect sculpted body. They're missing the point now. 'Damnit, I want to see some wolf hood!' I thought to myself.

As if they heard me, the vixen knelt down in front of the wolf and rubbed her tongue along his length while he was still fucking the other one. He made a loud moan of pleasure and began thrusting harder and faster, encouraged by the leather vixen inevitably drawing him closer to the edge.

It's a shame that they didn't show the wolf's expression at that moment, but that will do for now. Just seeing his erect member in action and hearing him out was enough to get me fully hard. I didn't feel so awkward when I checked up on Rach. He looked really uncomfortable, to my amusement. He shifted from his beach posture with to half sitting one, one arm along his body and the other folded on his hip, near his crotch, but not near enough so he could touch himself easily through his pants.

He was pitching a tent through his jeans, being slack enough to not to hide too much his excitement in the crease of the fabrics. That's when I thought that I maybe had underestimated the length of his pride, which got me really curious and apprehensive to see the wild thing out. My dick became even harder and I got uncomfortable myself. It was pressing hard on my briefs, giving it little room to reveal its eagerness. 'Ow ow ow, damn it, I got to make a move fast!'

"She's hot," Rach said to me, trying to break the tension.

He didn't mention which one, and I didn't care. It was the time to prove how straight I was, before...anything else happens.

"Yeah, her boobs are really round and well hung, and... The ass of the vixen kneeling, I'd grab that and massage it until she begs me to take her."

Like I said earlier, not hot, not arousing, beautiful. It's nobody's surprise that she have a great ass, at least that part was true.

Rach had a really weird look on his face, and I realized it was addressed to me. It's true that I never talked about girls like this with him, at least not that dirty. 'What am I suppose to say, it's a porno,' I tried to tell him with a sly grin.

He just chuckled and decided to play along. "Yeah, me too, but I think the vixen screaming is the hottest." I looked at him curiously. "I mean, she just looks so innocent, yet she has the perfect set of curves all to herself."

So he was the dominant type, I noticed. I didn't really expect it to be otherwise though. A jock like him likes to take control of things, like on the field.

There was silence again, except for all the loud moaning in the stereos, as our eyes drifted off towards the screen.

The wolf was still thrusting his hips and was fingering the other vixen at the same time. We could now see the whole panting wolf, sticking out his tongue in ecstasy, and now I knew that for both of our genitals' safety, I had to break the shyness.

I didn't really plan that part because, well, how could I? The sooner it's done, the less I will anguish. I certainly don't want to be pressed by time as well. Before I could stop myself from retracting my words, I exclaimed "Well, I'm already hard, so might as well finish myself off now if I want to watch the movie until the end."

I unzipped the zipper of my jeans and sighed in relief when I slide down my briefs a little to let the devil out through my opened pants. Rach seemed panicked for a moment, staring at me with his round eyes. The predictable question came soon after.

"What are you doing!?"

I decided to play innocent to ease him up. "Figure it out, genius, it's a porno. What do you think I'm doing?"

I cocked a grin up my face and began stroking myself with my left paw, my member already dripping wet from excitement.

"Are you crazy?" He said. "You mean here? In case you forgot, I'm right next to you!" He was looking directly at me, not missing a spot of pink with his eyes, which kind of turned me on now, being exposed like that to him.

"Nothing keeps you from joining," I said casually. I resumed stroking my erect member invitingly, exclaiming some "oh yeah" and "that's good" to tease my soon-to-be (I hope) lion.

He considered me for some time. If I didn't know he was straight, I'd be pleased to know that he was staring at my cock and he liked it. But the more realistic explanation would be that he just didn't know what to do, between getting the hell out of here and missing our guy's movies' night or going to the bathroom to jerk off and let me finish here or stay there and stop being a coward and jerk off in front of another guy.

"Fine, do what you want..." He made a resolved sight and sat back in a more proper position.

Shit, he's a tough one... "Ah, you're no fun... I'm sure you want it too, don't you?"

"Want what, jerk off? Hell yeah, but I have at least a bit of decency to not expose myself in front of my friend on his parent's couch."

He just doesn't know how to lie... The real reason is that he's scared of enjoying the moment.

"Decency? I don't think it's about decency. It makes me think that it's because you're small..."

He looked at me furiously, the kind of look that says 'don't make me do this'. 'Weak spot!' I thought, proud of myself.

"I'm not small, what the fuck?"

"Well, I can't see any proof of that, can I?" I said cockily.

He looked hesitative and uncomfortable again. And what else? A blush? Oh my god, I didn't know I could make a guy like him blush in any given circumstances! It totally changes my perspective of him now. Who would have thought that the lion, as proud as he was of his body, could be so embarrassed when it comes to sex (technically, it wasn't sex, but he was shy exposing himself entirely).

It's true that he didn't experience much in bed, like me, but I visualized this scenario so many times that it didn't even embarrass me to carry out my plan: all I had was eagerness and excitement.

"You're telling me you didn't notice that huge bulge I got in my pants?" He pointed out his tent, trying to make himself more convincing. I made no way of giving out yet, so he grabbed his crotch through the fabrics to help me define better the curves of his member. My heart pumped faster, seeing that it was in fact freaking huge. I also noticed that while he did so, the tip of the crease in his pants slowly fated to a dark blue and seemed to be wetted out.

Damn, if it got through his jeans, it must be a mess in his...whatever he had under there. I tried to hide as much as I could of my throbbing cock with both my paws to hide the fact that he was arousing me as hell. He didn't seem to notice, luckily. I regained as much composure as I could before speaking.

"I don't know...doesn't seem real at all. There could be a banana under there that I don't know about. I'd say this needs further investigation."

I couldn't help myself but to say something as stupid as that. Right now, that was all I could think of, because it was just almost as big!

"A banana!? Why would I have that in my pants? Ah, you know what? Alright then, I didn't want to make you self-conscious about it, but..."

He unzipped his pants, shifted in his seat and his arousal sprang free. I gasped at the sight, not able to take my eyes off of it. Finally! Normally, I wouldn't be staring that much not to give myself away, but he kind of invited me to do so in order to show off, so I was happy to oblige. He was about ten inch long and much ticker than I imagined. Anyway, I wasn't about to measure him out with a ruler, so let's just say it was above of what I considered as my big standard.

"Damn..." I said after a while. "You're big!"

He tried his best to sound casual about it with a "told you", but I could feel pride in his voice. 'Silly lion!' I thought to myself, rolling my eyes.

"So, what will you do next?" I cocked a grin at him, pointing the still ongoing movie in front of us with a move of my head.

He returned the grin with a little less certainty, shook his head in disbelief and started rubbing himself gently. I went back to the movie, with still the corner of my eye on him, and now that the cute vixen had finished, she was blowing the wolf to clean his cock and prepare him back for the leather vixen, who was rubbing his back with her boobs and took pleasure at slapping his ass with her leather belt she had on to...support her G-string, I suppose; I didn't really pay attention...

They say that wolves are really resistant animals, well that applies also in sex! He got it back in no time and was now fucking the other vixen with a lot more force than with the first, like his orgasm brought back all the energy he spent for the last ten minutes on the vixen on him.

Rach picked up his pace as he got more into it, clearly enjoying what he saw (not me, to my disappointment, but the vixens in the movie.) At some point, he babbled sounds and started panting, and it got me worried.

Normally, if you get to finally jerk off with your friend and you feel like he's very closed minded to accept being pleasuring by another man, there could always be some other occasion, so I'd advice that you don't rush it or screw things up at that point. On the other paw, there's also a chance that you'll never get another shot, which is more probable in my case because of the illegal porno thing.

It was a unique place and time, so I had to make a move now. I rubbed my cock in annoyance, just to make the constant twitching stop because of the hot piece of meat at the reach of my arms, yet so far away... As I saw him draw closer to the edge, I realized my paw was dry. It got me thinking...

"Ah, damn you, you took so long deciding whether or not to jerk off now my slick all dried up!"

I reached my left paw to his member, giving it a good rub to moisten my paw before returning to my genitals, spreading his pre all over my length. He shuddered as I took off his paw from himself and applied a little pressure on it while doing so.

"...Hey," he said panting, "...what are you doing...?"

"What, this?"

I reached him again, unsatisfied by the current slickness of my cock, and I took a little more time exploring every inch of it. My heart was pounding faster and faster as I felt his warm juice all over my paw, sensing all his needs from the base to his tip. I could smell him very well now and it was only enticing me for what was coming next.

He looked me up again, disoriented by my magic fingers. I felt like I needed to justify myself.

"What, I only take what is due. It's your fault after all, you took so long deciding whether or not to jerk off... Anyway, it's not like you're going to run out of any: your boxers are a mess," I said as I looked over his jeans, noticing the dark green stretchy underwear.

"Ain't a mess..." He replied, but soon realized the battle was already lost in advance as he dove his hand in his own juice, soaked in his boxers.

I was having fun at pointing out how horny he was, and I even got a light blush of self-consciousness in return.

"Anyway, I...I can't...ahh... I can't share it with you!"

"Oh, ease up a little! It's not like I'm jerking you off or anything. And even though it would be the case, would that be that bad?"

"Well...yeah, wouldn't that be like...gay?"

"If you want it to be, than yeah, maybe... But, errh." How can I explain it? I'm not a master of words, but with someone like him, I don't have to. I just need to find images to simplify things... "It's okay if you don't mean anything by it. It's just some fooling around, come on! Aren't you tired of running after girls without any kind of action in return? I know I am..."

"I'm not running after girls, I... And what do you mean, you are? You're always like 'yeah, she's hot, but there's just no way she's gonna be interested in me so I'll just lie my sorry ass on the ground and contemplate her instead...' and you go cry alone in your corner. Pff, pathetic."

"Oh shut up, you idiot, don't play dumb. You know what I mean. I just think it would be easier, wouldn't you agree? No chasing around, no flirt; just some fun. What's wrong with that?"

"Well, why would I want to do that with you? You're not a girl, unless you hide them very well..." He placed both paws on his chest, letting me figure out the rest.

"All the same, Rach. Surely you have been pawed off by another girl before, and I'm sure you liked it. There's no difference between her paw and my paw, except for the experience of course. Girls can't 'practice' like we do, no?" I gave him a playful wink, looking down at myself to make sure he has understood the allusion. "Just consider it as a...friendly service."

"Meh..." He sighed, bringing his one clean paw to his face and slipping to his mane, his digits running along the smooth curves. "I guess you're right..."

"So...you're okay with it?" I asked him, my paw a few inches from his shaft.

After a long, painful pause, he nodded to me, not able to say anything because of the war of thoughts in his head. I began stroking it the best I could considering I had a really bad angle to do so. Slowly, his tensed muscles relaxed as he started panting, telling me I was doing a fine job. Of course, he didn't tell me directly, and I knew why. Acknowledging to another male he enjoyed the jerk of his paw out loud is for types of person like Rach inconceivable, because once he'll let you work, he'll automatically think that it IS the line between straight and gay. Straights don't have the right to moan for some reason...

If you thought that up until now, I was doing it all for my pleasure, you're wrong. Although a strong part of me instructed me to do so, I want him to enjoy it as well, and I want him badly to express it to me, so watching him struggle to keep himself from making any sound wasn't an option. I'll make this lion moan and shudder to my experienced paw until he growls loudly at the point of no return, where I'd get to see his face once over the edge.

I dropped my knees on the floor so I could reach his crotch with both my paws, removing his jeans completely to let me more space to work. He looked at me quizzically, probably thinking I was going down to him, but all his fears seemed to melt away with the slow pumping on his member.

He didn't look anywhere else than at the screen in front of him. When I think about it now, I guess he was doing his best to pretend I was the girl in the movie and that everything was normal, but when I experienced this particular moment with him, with his cock in my hand, all I could think of was to do everything I could to give him the best handjob of his life so he would remember every bit of it.

I still didn't hear any sound out of him, which disappointed me. I knew I was doing a good job, because I sense his heart beat accelerate through his constant throbbing cock. With an arousal that big, there could be no mistake. Fine! If he's going to try and hide his pleasure to me, then I shouldn't go easy on him. I'm going to make this lion growl in ecstasy like he never has before, or my name is not Narumi!

With my free paw, I grabbed his balls, slowly massaging them together while I sped up my pumping, concentrating all my efforts on the tip. He bid his lips in a cute way, trying to shut himself up, but while I applied pressure all around his thick member and slid my paw all the way down to his base, he had no other choice but to moan in appreciation.

I rubbed every inch of his curves in a slowly rotating movement, not forgetting the pair of stuff I held in my other paw. I could feel his cock begging for more, twitching and dropping some more pre that spread across his length and being caught up in his pubes and down his jewels, like it was even possible considering he already wasted a large amount in his boxers earlier.

His musk got stronger and stronger, enticing me even more than just hearing him pitch a high noise again. I was hard as hell, and I wanted him to feel it, because there was a slight possibility that he might not return the favor. 'Surely not the "other" favor, anyway', I said to myself with a smile.

I leant my crotch besides his leg as I reached closer to his in-between, rubbing myself a little on it, and felt warmth in return, which made me shudder in delight. I felt like the room just heated itself up to ten degrees higher, kneeling that close to the hot shot lion before me.

Somehow, my right paw released his balls to grab his arousal, then onto his belly, ruffling my digits through his fur. I could feel the end of his abs, and now I was curious to finally touch them, having only SEEN those arousing muscles of his. My paw reached higher, caressing the defined curves under his flesh, but they suddenly tensed and I felt his gaze lock up on me with a hint of question.

'Damn it, I went too far! I have to keep myself together, or else...'

"Sorry," I immediately said, "I'm used to rubbing my belly when I jerk off, so I thought you just might like it as well..." I giggled nervously, feeling that he still had a bit of trouble talking about sex. 'Please don't be upset...'

After a while, "S'okay man" was all he was able to say. He glanced at the screen, noticing that the wolf changed partner in less than five minutes after he had it with both vixens. Now he was doing a cat in the fields, and I can't for the living hell tell how he got there. All that mattered was the pinkness around my paw, poking out of his yellow sheath and glowing red pubes above.

A voice made my head look back at him as he said "So, you're tired already?" He had a kinky grin of his face and motioned me with his paw while he started jerking off again. I shoved away his paw, clearly not letting him finish up like that without my muzzle around his cock.

That was my ultimate goal, to finally swallow his loads of cum, having to finally place a taste over the smell I resisted for so long. But the task was hard with him, so I kind of had to cheat my way through it...

I resumed stroking his member with a little more velocity, drawing him closer to the edge. I could tell because he was moaning louder than before and at a more regular pace. I found some sense of satisfaction in it and it encouraged me to shift to my 'cuming mode', but still, I couldn't let him do that yet...

I checked up on him regularly, only to see his cute face melt away along my expert strokes. He was soon panting again and I could feel him less and less self-conscious about his voice, so I perked my ears carefully, using sound as an indicator.

"Oh, god!" I heard him say. "It's...so...good!"

Not yet. I used both my paws because I was getting impatient. He let a growl out and started thrusting his hips up as I formed a tunnel around his rod. He arched his head backward and closed his eyes, and that's when I knew he was close. His cock became even hotter and more pre came out of it, almost splashing out of my already slick paws.

And then, nothing. I removed my paws from his crotch, leaving him thrusting in the air like a wet-dreaming somnambulist lion. He growled in frustration immediately after, poor lion, and opened his eyes to throw me an angry look.

"Why d'you stop?! I was almost there, damn it!"

"Ah, sorry, well I couldn't stop thinking about what you said earlier, about decency. I kind of get the picture now, with your cum all over my parent's love seat... Can't let you do that, on second thought..."

"Oh, come on! You can't leave me like this!" He pointed his erection at me, still throbbing, looking as angry as he was. "What am I suppose to do now if I can't even get off, stand still and watch?!"

He pointed at the TV, still very erect. That's it: time to take a risk.

"Well, you could just finish up in your muzzle. I'm sure you don't need to see porn to keep you going at this point, right?"

"Yeah, you wish!" He said and then laughed. I knew it! I might be able to persuade him after all...

"What do you mean, you wish?" I let pass a few moments, but he didn't answer me, like he didn't understand why I asked. "You mean? You can't reach?! Seriously?"

"No way, that's not possible!" I tilted my head to him, making him reconsider what he had just said. "You mean that you're able to..."

"Of course, not that it's easy, but after a good stretching, I could fill my muzzle by about half of it." I made the proudest smile I could to prove him I wasn't kidding.

"You can't be serious, can you?"

"Well, Rach, I thought that since you were a feline, you could, but... I guess working out left you less space to curl yourself up, or something like that." That's right, I thought that he could, but my sources told me otherwise. Like I said earlier, we've never talked about sex in a dirty way, self-pleasuring included. I couldn't just ask him then, right?

"Heh, you're a lucky bitch, then. Man, how much would I do it if I could!"

My heart raced faster as I tried to find the right words to make it sound less insisting. God damn it, I'm tired of switching from excited to tensed. The first time is always to hardest, I convinced myself.

"Just so you know, I don't mind...really."

"Han? Mind what?"

"Well, hum... Letting you finish..." No matter how hard I tried to speak properly, the words wouldn't come out all at once. I stopped there and I could see he didn't understand what I meant. Damn, have some courage, Narumi! "...in my muzzle?"

I waited, my breath held like I was trying to do the less noise possible so I could hear clearly his response. He frowned and waited for a long time, like he thought I was just going to say 'just kidding,' but I said no such thing.

"But...you don't find it disgusting?"

"No... I'm used to it, I guess. It's wasn't a big deal to try it out when I was that close to the edge; you know what I mean, you messy lion who wanted to soak my love seat?"

"Hey, you told me it was okay to jerk off here earlier! Now it's my fault?"

"I only suggested you could paw off if you felt like it; I didn't say you could write your name out of cum in my house..."

"Well, okay," he said, mocking me, "if you're that determined to fit that monster in your jaw, I won't try to stop you. I'm just worried about you; wouldn't want to hurt your teeth or anything..."

"Oh yeah, you think this thing's harder than my teeth?" I took it in my paw firmly. "Oh, you're dreaming pal."

"Sure, after the fake pawjob you've done, I'm surprised it didn't explode from all the pressure. See, he's so mad at you he's all red now..."

"Oooo, so I'm supposed to be scared now? Just watch me!"

I gave him no warning before tilting my head vertically and softly resting my front teeth around his shaft, allowing my tongue to rub against it playfully. He jumped, surprised by my reckless way of pleasuring him.

"Hey, watch it Narumi! This isn't a toy, you know!"

"Now look who's scared..." I retracted my teeth and shifted up to allow his tip inside, tasting his loads out pre that seemed to pour out at a constant rate. He breathed out loudly, like he felt instantly relaxed. Well, I assumed he felt that way. The dick isn't really the best organ to measure out someone's tenseness.

I wasted no time, already enjoying the flavour of his pre mixed with his natural musk, before going further down on his length, by about half of it. Damn, it was bigger, and much ticker than myself, so I had difficulties adjusting to the size at first. He also wasted no time moaning, and even louder than before. Because of the interruption, I had to work him out all over again close to heaven, but it didn't feel like work to me; quite the opposite in fact.

I had half his cock in my muzzle now, which was a good five inches, but I wasn't going to leave it at that. I bobbed my head on him, stopping at his tip before diving even further on his cock each time. I closed my eyes to feel him better around by tongue, every vibrations of pleasure telling I better not stop halfway this time.

I was surprised how little time it took me before my nose rubbed against his loin, telling me it was as far as I could go. I opened my eyes to confirm that I had in fact his whole meat swallowed up, with only half an inch remaining because of my paw that was griping his sheath firmly in place.

Little bitch already started to thrust his hips up in my muzzle, wanting to take control of things, but I didn't want to throw out all the time I had spent figuring out a way to live my fantasy for only two minutes of oral. I wanted to take my time exploring every inch of his rod, every flavour and every smell I could pick up. It will be easier to jerk off when he's not around if I have a better image of his flesh, so taking my time with him was my priority. He'll feel pure bliss shortly after, that is inevitable.

I was crushing his sheath and balls with my paws to make him stop wiggling against my tongue, and he understood the message because he lied back down on the seat he didn't try anything funny after that.

I went out of him, giving his entire length a few lick, even starting down to his balls to slowly make all of his pleasure ascend up to his tip, like crushing on a tube upward to allow you to drink what's inside, before bobbing my head on him again.

I looked up at his face and was surprised by the fact that he was looking directly at me now: no, I'd say staring at me, because when he saw me looking, he turned his head up, like he was ashamed of it.

"Ahhh, damn, faster!" Now he's ordering me around? I was liking it even more, hearing him say what I guessed he was thinking. I became aware that he only wanted to do this quickly because he'd get to finally cum, but also because the more time I spent on his cock, the more time he had wondering about it all.

'Is this right? What am I even letting another guy suck me off?' I bet that's what he's thinking.

I licked slowly my way up on his tip, drinking yet another spurt of pre he was nice enough to give away, just to make him a bit angrier at me because I was teasing him once again, but all good things must come to an end... I followed his command: suck him up the fastest I could. It was really easier on someone else than my own, so I could go at whichever speed and deepening I pleased without any restraint.

He moaned louder, causing my spine to hake in excitement. My jaw was beginning to get uncomfortable as the sore muscles advised me to finish soon. I know it doesn't look like it, but sucking a guy takes quite some physical efforts. You have to practice if you want to last a while at giving head, otherwise the faintest hint of fatigue can get really displeasing for the victim once your teeth gets in the way.

I massaged his balls with both my paws, using only my knees to stay balanced while allowing his arousal to have all the attention it deserved.

I decided that since he looked really close from his "fuck..." and "oh god!", I'd mess with my tongue the best I could while he was deep in my throat, wiggling it around, finally bringing the poor craving lion to orgasm. I looked up at him, his mouth fully opened and his closed eyes as he let go of a powerful growl while breathing heavily. He arched his head back and moaned loudly, and I could feel his abs tense up, as well as his paws on the cushions under him, digging his digits in.

The wave of pleasure descended in his body, finally reaching the base of his shaft. As his juice traveled from his balls to his arousal, I slid my head back by about half of it, jerking off the rest with my free paw, waiting patiently for the first batch to come out. I moaned as well, as soon as his cum hit the back of my throat with a powerful jet, yet I couldn't help but be surprised at the volume of only the first wave.

I took little time to taste it before swallowing it down, because the second and third wave brought twice as much while I heard him growl once again. At some point, he trusted his hips up deep in my throat, sending directly his cum to my pharynx, cutting the breath out of me for about a second before I pushed myself out of him, wastefully coughing off his seeds on the floor and onto his jeans lying on the ground.

I saw his unlimited juicy cock shoot once again, this time it mostly just ran down his belly and on his balls because most of the initial pressure was already gone all in my throat. It's true I'm not used to muzzle anyone else, so it wasn't entirely his fault if I couldn't hold on to it. I can't really surprise myself before I finish in my muzzle, can I? Well, I guess I'll just have to practice then...

I licked the rest of his sperm off my lips and paws, bringing a sweet taste in my muzzle, taking advantage of the loss of his sense of surroundings to get to taste him again without being caught. He was peacefully enjoying the afterglow of his climax, panting hard and smiling like an idiot.

'What do you know? He didn't even realize he almost chocked me up with his cock while he had his moment. Well, he'll figure it out soon enough once he put on his jeans. Or not, we'll see.'

"Damn, Narumi... How...the hell...can you be so good...at that?"

It was my time to smile like an idiot, much too proud of his appreciation to be able to hide it.

"Well, glad you liked it Rach," I said blushing. I was still kneeling down and he looked down at me, my length pressed firmly on one of his leg.

"Hum," he said.

"Ehh, yeah, sorry. I guess I didn't notice." I pushed myself up, face to him, and his eyes were locked on me for a second, but he curved his head towards the blinded windows hastily. I sat at the spot I left earlier, both of us aware of the painful silence stretching by. I say silent, but that wasn't very accurate. The movie was still playing, and in a sex scene too, which made the moment even less comfortable, reminding him with a clear head and unaroused member of what he'd let me do to him just moments ago.

"So... What are we going to do now?" He asked with a serious tone.

I wasn't going to push myself on him if he didn't want to do me any favor -I had my moment, the moment I have dreamed about a thousand times- but I couldn't just let the chance slip by.

"I don't know... I'll just continue to watch the movie if...that doesn't bother you."

I grabbed my semi-hard erection before it went all the way back in my sheath and stroked it back out, surprised by how it got sensitive since I left it for his piece of meat. It seems like I was more eager to finish than what I first thought, but I guess you forget all about it when you switch into 'pleasuring mode' for other than your own.

I rubbed weakly my member, deciding to take it slow to let him the chance make up his mind before the fun was over. My eyes were locked on the screen, because otherwise I don't know how I could prevent myself from blushing, his shaft retracting quickly in, leaving his sheath wet and sticky.

"Ah, damn it, give me that stick of yours!"

"You sure? You don't have to if you do want to, really."

"Yeah I do, otherwise it'd take you forever to finish with that weak paw of yours."

"What can I say? They're sore because you took an eternity to cum yourself..."

"No wonder! You just slowed down every minute to play for whatever reason with my balls!"

"Don't tell me you didn't like it? And besides, if you weren't so hasty about finishing, I wouldn't have had to hold you down with all my strength so you'd stop fucking my muzzle. I'm not a gal, you know..."

He tensed back in his seat, seeming hesitative for a moment. I cursed myself as soon as the words came out, thinking over and over again that I just blew it.

"Yeah; I know..." Not missing the chance to take a pause in-between.

He glared at me, then lowered his head and grabbed my cock like it was some kind of old-fashion joystick.

"Hey, easy! Don't crush it like that; what if your claws draw out unexpectedly?"

"Don't worry about it... It only happened twice, and it was in my early years of...you know what."

"Twice?! It's not reassuring me at all! I don't want any piercing there! How much it must hurt!"

"Oh, shut up you wussy, or else I can stop right now."

Quiet like an angel, I stood still, watching him take control of my member. His yellow paw wrapped around my thickness, hiding everything of my pinkness except for the tip. His red paw pads rubbed the surface of my sensitive skin, his thumb lying over the top of my cock. It brought a whole new sensation compared to my previous alone times, because I felt like I was pleasured every square inch of my seven inch long member at the same time, his huge muscled warm paw exploiting his largeness to the fullest.

I didn't waste any time messing with the dryness of his fur, which in a minute was covered in pre. His face told me he wasn't just fooling around: he looked really concentrated by what he was doing and that made me glad he was trying his best to return the favor.

"Aw, Rach, you're...doing...a great job."

"It's not so bad after all. It's like pawing off on myself-" I was happy he came to that conclusion. I don't think it would be much of a deal even if I was straight... "-but only smaller than usual."

"Oh shut up, you big tiger! You know it's not even a fair competition; I'm only a raccoon!"

He grinned at me, satisfied of my predictable answer. "Don't understate your size like that. You're pretty big for a raccoon, compared to the other ones."

'What?' I raised my eyebrows at him, assuming I must've misheard. It only took him three seconds before laughing his ass out.

"Hahaha, n'know I'm just messing with you! Like m'suppose to know that! The face you made!"

"Yeah, well I wouldn't give you much credit as an actor: you couldn't even restrain yourself from laughing." He was still giggling like an idiot, his paw motionless against my flesh, and I was starting to get irritated by the lack of movement. "Are you gonna continue or what? I thought you wanted to finish this quickly!"

He managed to stop having fun at my extent and answered after a while. "And I thought you wanted to follow the movie, but you don't have anything to paw off at. They've just finished, see?" He pointed at the screen at the furs breathing heavily at the camera.

'Of course not, I have you for that!' I thought.

"Don't worry about it, it'll take max two minutes before there's another one; now you better finish up or else I won't try to talk the girls into admiring you in the benches of your football games while you play!"

"Ooo, blackmail han? Well I guess I have no choice then."

He shook his head, but still brought his paw back on my shaft. Every jerk, every twist of ankle made the pawjob more intense and made me lose my self-consciousness about how ridiculous my voice sounded as I moaned in pleasure.

It seems his arm was starting to get sore in the air because he shifted next to me, his bare leg fur touching mine, and he brought his armpit on my chest to get some support. I felt his warm working arm brushing my nipples, enticing me even more as I started to blush deeply. Fortunately, he wasn't looking at my face right now or else he would have seen it.

At some point, I didn't even realize what I was doing before I grabbed his paw on my arousal and brought more velocity to his movements, telling him he could go faster. He obliged to my request in no time, putting his hard working out session of football into a nobler cause. The feeling was incredible as I had yet to comprehend why his paw was so god damn better'n mine, even though he was definitely going at it a lot harder than what I'm used to and less precise.

I panted harder still, not remembering exactly when was the last time it took me so little time being that close to getting off. Like if he wasn't doing a well enough job, he formed a tunnel with his other paw around my dick and pumped really hard. I moaned in pleasure again, my length twitching in his paws and spurting some more pre.

I had the feeling he had something up his sleeve when he just stopped moving his paws and grinned at me, binding me into humping the space between his fingers rigorously for me to get my cumming. I was real close now, my heat rising body begging for a touch of majestic ending for all the trouble encountered and the interruption a while ago, but I didn't even get that!

He released my meat suddenly, having his moment of vengeance which I thought lacked of originality. I looked at him only to see the tiger cross his arms casually. Angry, I decided to use my own paw to finish up, but he grabbed my arm before I could reach.

"Agh, lemme go!"

"No way..."

"What?! You had your cumming, so if you're not going to finish the job, I will!"

"But you'll mess up your parent's love seat," he said with a sarcastic voice.

"Yeah but I'm less messy than you! Now will you please let me go?"

He shook his head, determined to torture me. "Unless, that is if you can, finish up in that muzzle of yours..."

I posed my gaze upon his face with my jaw open. He wasn't serious, was he?

"Why do you want me to do that?" I asked him, confused.

"To keep the area clean, buddy." So he was serious... "And, I admit you got me curious earlier. I want to see how you do it!" He had a much too happy expression on his face, considering he was asking if he could watch while I suck myself. How did he get so...casual about asking me these kinds of things?

I felt very uneasy about that since he was interested in watching me, and I couldn't help but wonder if there wasn't something else in the back of his mind.

"I can't...no, it...it won't work here, I need a wall to lay my back on..."

"Aw, too bad, then it's no cumming for you my friend..."

"Wait, no! I...I can reach, but you'll...you'll have to push me in."

He raised his eyebrow, processing what it involved in his mind. I was pleading him with my eyes, then looking down at my own erection with a shy smile. I wanted that release, no matter how embarrassing it could get.

He whispered out something that sounded like "alright", because he sprang free from his seat and moved his paws towards my legs. I slipped out of my jeans and briefs slowly and shyly, because he was watching me, and he took me by my thigh and pushed my lower body upward, his head poking between my legs. I blushed deeply as by bottom was now exposed and I did my best to hide it with my tail.

The pressure on my legs suddenly vanished and they went down to hit his shoulders, my balls bouncing only a few inches from his nose. I yelped in surprise, disoriented a little.

"What the hell, Rach, I thought you were gonna hold me."

"It's not my fault; my paws are slippery because of you!"

He tried to lift me up again but failed. He growled as he took firm control of my ass cheek, squeezing them with his digits to get a better grip. My legs twitched out of control as well as my arousal, his paws firmly pressed against my butt. I moaned despite licking myself yet, the simple touch of my lower back region against him pleasuring the surface of my skin.

"You can continue pushing," I said, "I'll tell you otherwise if I can't get any further."

He went slowly and stopped before my tongue could make contact with my flesh, only centimetres away. "You sure it doesn't hurt?" He asked.

"Yeah it's fine... Now go! I've waited long enough," I responded, influenced by my sex drive going crazy.

My lower body curled up on me, forcing me to allow my tip in as I finally gasped in delight. My jaw was sore because of his hugeness, but it was easier to go down on me, the familiar curves of my member having no secret for my muzzle. My back stretched well like usual, which allowed me to get myself deeper in. Three inch and a half and I was at my limit, stopping his paws with mine, and he started to help me hump my muzzle, slowly.

"I don't believe it! You weren't kidding."

'Oh, gimme I break,' I thought.

I assumed I wasn't going to last long, noticing that his wonderfully soft paw made my rod even more sensitive. I got a taste out of my own pre, spreading easily across my tongue. I felt awkward having nothing to do except applying pressure with my tongue, because neither my paws nor my abs had any work to do. I sucked myself hard, leaving all the thrusting to the pair of paws on my butt.

I tried to make him understand that he could go faster with my paws -y'know, the sign we do while somebody attempt to park in a tight spot and we're out of the car to direct him; that one-, because, well, I couldn't speak. It's the best way I found to shut myself, I thought with amusement.

Once he picked up the pace, I shuddered in pleasure, my body responding only to my physical needs. My maw started to feel weak, with all that speeding going on inside, but I was too damn close to take a break. I was panting hard on my shaft, the feeling rising every seconds.

Rach must have caught on to it, because he held me deep and brought one paw to the base of my cock and pumped. "You better not leak," I was warned. The extra sensation was enough to send me over the edge, my whole body convulsing as I shot a huge amount of cum over my tongue.

All my sense of touch went numb for a moment except for my member, like it was overpowering everything else, but after I swallowed some of my semen, I notice some dribbled past my lips and 'oh', on Rach's paw as well.

"Damn you, I said swallow!"

I wanted to, but fact is, I never came as hard as I just did now. I was caught off guard when my seeds hit the back of my throat with a force I didn't yet experience. On top of that, I was moaning like a horse and the flow just never seemed to stop. Not in time it didn't.

"Don't...worry about it...oh, god... You don't know how much I needed this...Thanks..."

Suddenly, we heard the door bell rang. Rach let go of my ass and the base of my sheath, my lower body being pulled back on my seat by gravity, the lion looking as numb as I was.

"Hum, Rach, you mind taking it: I'm kind of...naked."

"I'm no better, your thing just drooled on my paw!"

"Oh, stop complaining and get the pizza in here, I'm starving!"

"I'll just go wash it... Where do you keep you tissues?" But he was interrupted by another ring.

"See? No time..." I said with a smile.

"You asked for it buddy," he said before I could tell what he was talking about. He wiped his paw directly on my head fur, but even if I shook his arm away, the harm was done. The top of my head was all sticky, I noticed. No way he's gonna get away with it!

I growled at him, but all he found as a respond was to laugh at my astonished expression while he fetched the money on the table and paused the movie. Fortunately, it wasn't possible for someone at the door to glance past the seats, which I was still sitting on with little fur to cover up my private regions. Well, not so private now but I didn't consider Rach as anybody, unlike he must assume I do.

There was no chance the delivery boy could see me from that angle unless Rach invites him over, but I doubt he will. I still needed to get my revenge, I thought, and that's when I spotted the remote control he threw on the sofa earlier in a rush. A light flashed in my head as I savoured the idea of payback.

I took the remote in paws to seek for a scene a little more embarrassing with fast forward, the video still on pause. I quickly found what I was looking for when a caught the wolf tied up in some sort of cave with handcuffs and chains. I ran up the stairs on my toes and pressed play, a nasty grin on my face, right after I heard Rach paying and taking hold the box.

A loud, but delicious sound coming from the wolf in the movie made the lion jump nervously and drop the pizza on the floor. But I had no worries about the meal at that time because I was much too occupied holding my muzzle shut despite the urge to roll on my back and bursting out uncontrollably at how funny he looked.

I watched him run out everywhere, searching through the seats, but I had the remote. The tigress who had brought our order poked his head in and giggled at my poor lion, and also at the fact that the wolf was restrained on a table of bondage with the bartender on top of him, dominating his pride like she wanted him to look helpless. Maybe she wanted him all to herself this time, can't say for sure, but Rach just gave up and close the screen instead.

"Wow, you have some pretty weird taste for a guy!"

The panting lion just looked at her helplessly. "No, it's...it's not what you think!"

"That's what they all say. I'm...gonna go now; I'll just leave you to whatever you were planning on doing... I just hope it doesn't involve the pizza!" She giggles again and slammed the door shut.

I soon as I was safe, I cracked up on the floor and I almost fell down the stairs.

"Stop that! It's not funny! I'm going to kill you for that!"

"On come on, Rach, you can kill me if you want, but you've at least got to admit it was the best prank ever! 'I just hope it doesn't involve the pizza!' Ha, she's fucking hilarious!"

"No it's not!" He was determined to prove me wrong, thinking I went too far this time, but he just chuckled along a minute later. We made an arrangement of him sparing my life IF I didn't get to wash up my head fur tonight, which I agreed was fair enough. He wasn't going to do the same thing himself, not washing his paw once, but trice. I just chuckled at how excessive the gesture was, considering it must happen to him all the time except with his cum. Do I smell that bad, or...? I wonder... I can't really ask him though, and I'm not sure I want to know.

We ate the pizza, but it was categorical for Rach to 'put the damn movie back in his case', as he said. Everything seemed like before, except for the faint smell still lingering from the living room, and his jeans. We went up to the video club to rent the movie we planned on watching, not forgetting to forget to bring the one with the porno hidden inside. I still had to give it back to my uncle, and thanks to the relatively long distance between my house and the club, I convince Rach it would just be easier to rent another one instead of getting back refund for the 'error' at the store.

The movie was great, but not as great as the previous one. I'm sure Rach feels that way about it too, even though he won't admit it. We played some videogames together for a while, mostly racing games, and he even convince me to go outside play a one on one game of basketball, which I was so bad at. He won every time, evidently, but that didn't keep my pride from challenging him to a rematch over and over again.

Well, more or less my pride; I just liked the felling of his nude chest (again) pressing against my back as I tried to keep the ball away from him. I loosened up a bit as well after it got dark outside, taking off my shirt too to feel him better.

It wasn't long before it was passed ten, oblivious to both of us, and we only realized how late it got once we returned home.

"Damn, it's already eleven thirty?!"

I nodded to him, looking at the clock hanging in the kitchen.

"Aw, damn it, my father was supposed to pick me up before eleven. I guess I can wake him up, but-"

"But you'll be mean to him, and he's gonna be angry, for sure. Come on! Just stay here! It will be fun!" I jumped right away on the occasion, of course, with that sly grin coming back up.

"...I guess I could, but I don't want to impose-"

"Unless you have a better vision than me and you can see my parents driving back in the driveway, then I'm the one to decide. So...?"

"Alright, sounds good. So you up for getting beat up again at need for speed."

[...]

We played for another hour before we started showing signs of fatigue, so we decided to call it a night.

"So Rach, you can change in the bathroom while I go fetch the floor mattress for you."

"No way man! This thing is not even good enough to have the right to call itself a mattress. Last time I slept on your floor, it was hard as rock, and I couldn't even sleep for the most part."

"Well, hum, it's okay," I said a little saddened. "There's always the couch in the other room; I could probably bring you some blankets and pillows-"

"Ah, too complicated! You got a queen size bed, don't you?" I nodded, not sure where he was getting at. "I'll just sleep there."

"So... I get the couch, I see." I lowered my head to him and my smile instantly faded. To my surprise, he ruffled my hair with his paw and said: "Don't make me hit you, buddy!" The sudden touch made me jump as his back was turned to me again, and I stood sill, unsure of why he had done that.

"Sorry, just wanted to test out if your seeds made a good gel," he called with a nasty grin, turning his head back, pointing at my messy fur. "Looks like it!" Normally I would be mad at him, but his ass still concealed in his pants, moving around as he walked off made me reconsider. And anyway, wasn't that my fault if he had my cum in his paw in the first place? I just growled playfully at him.

He waved me off and closed the door behind while I realized he didn't mind sharing the bed with me. It didn't mean anything, I know! But I couldn't help myself but to apprehend the night side by side with him. I giggled in anticipation and decided I'd use this time to at least try to make my room somewhat presentable. I hid as much used clothes as I could under the bed and cleared the surface of my desk in the opened drawer beneath it, closing it back in place.

I didn't know what he was doing exactly in the bathroom that took so long, but I hoped he wasn't pawing off. I needed to make him know he'd just have to ask, but...how?

I waited for him in my bed, already stripped down to my briefs holding my crotch tightly in place, well hidden under the covers. I wasn't going to make a fuss about being exposed after what happened between us. Besides, I always sleep like this.

He came back several minutes later, bringing his shirt with him and tossing it on my desk chair. He started to unbutton his jeans, but hesitated for a second.

"I hope you don't mind me stripping my pants off, but my cum-dried jeans make a really uncomfortable blanket, and I haven't brought anything else to change with me."

"Sure...no prob-" I said as he dropped his pants down, not even able to finish my sentence before I felt a stirring in my groin again. His boxers were still wet, and the part that has dried up looked flat and sticky. He threw his pants beside his shirt and turned to face me, when he noticed me looking a little too low on him.

'Damn, look away! What are you doing, Narumi?' My reason told me. But I was drawn to him again, and I knew I had to say something to justify it. Think, THINK!

"Ehh, Rach, do you need a clean pair, or something," I said pointing at 'little him'. Yes, it was not hard, but it didn't stop me from imagining it, now that I had a good look, touch, smell and taste at it! "I know it's your fault", I said jokingly, "but I can...lend you mine for the night?"

If I'd have seen myself in a mirror just now, I would have noticed that I was blushing, because I felt warmth rising over the surface of my cheeks. Maybe he waited for me to ask him, I thought, because he answered right away.

"Really? You have something that fits? That would be appreciated, buddy! I feel like my nuts are going to freeze soon..."

"Yes I do have some slack pairs that don't fit me at the moment, but..."

'But I guess they won't fit you anyway, since your balls and sheath are way bigger than mine!' I thought. But I didn't say it. There was a strong possibility that it wouldn't, but you never know! 'We'll just see, if he's willing to try it...' I said to myself, salivating.

"They're in the bottom drawer of my desk," I told him, not bothering to stand up and go get it myself. The stirring of my groin evolve into a semi-hard erection, and even though my underwear allowed little room to let the devil out, the bulge was still pretty revealing. I didn't want him to see me hard for no particular reason, or for the fact that he was a reason all to himself.

I checked on the clock to see that it was almost one in the morning, and still I wasn't sleepy. A loud clapping noise made my pointy ears twitch back to him as my head follows and my heart stops instantly. I figured he had removed and kicked off his boxers somewhere, because there he was standing nude before me, his plump ass on the front row and his tail between lashing down, hiding the goods. Not that his ass cheeks weren't worthy of eying though!

"Ahh! That's better! So, bottom drawer, right?" I heard him call out. He walked casually toward it, his back still turned at me, while I didn't even blink once not to miss the show of his buttock muscles working in alternation, jumping up each time he put foot paws on the ground.

Not once did I expect him to change right here and now, especially after what happened! He lowered his back to grab the handle of the drawer, his tail following the extent of his back, enough for me to see HIS PINK TAILHOLE! I always hated my desk because the drawers were near the floor, but now a certain reason I haven't thought of made it the right choice, instead of a wardrobe.

I held back my breath to prevent myself from gasping at the sight, him still searching throughout my underwear. MY briefs were soon proven to have a maximal capacity of elasticity when my stick pushed harder against still. He made sure to take his time (little tease), I thought, even though there was no way he was consciously trying to draw me to a world of agonizing sexual frustration.

"Hey, Narumi, I don't see them. Where are your slacks? All I see in here are briefs..."

"Well they're all briefs, you can take the ones that aren't folded completely under the pile."

"Ahh, really? That's all you have?" He sighed and managed to pull out a while pair of larger size, but still... "What is it with you and briefs, anyway?"

"I dunno, it just feels more comfortable than those oversized shorts of yours. I was forced to put on a speedo for competition so now I'm used to it, I guess."

He shook his head reluctantly, knowing that it was that or wet sticky boxers, as he tried it on.

"There's no way it's going to fit me!" He said after turning around at me, but I couldn't even tell if what he'd said was sarcastic, humoristic or serious, because well, I had my eyes elsewhere than his face right now.

He clunked the waistband of the while pair over his hips, locking his package tightly in place, with some red pubes poking out to each side and above. I could even tell over the fabric where his balls ended and where his sheath began. He was such a cutie in those! It's in times like these that I regret not having a camera implanted in my brain to remember this moment forever...

"Shit, this thing is tight!"

"No...Rach, It...it suits you just fine..." Damn, don't laugh! You're less credible...

"But it can't even move!"

"Ah, don't worry about it; that's normal, you're just not used to it," I said, laughing at him as he lowered his shoulders in defeat.

Another lie I can't say I feel bad about. It was clearly undersized, but even if there was a possibility that he would just sleep without anything on, I couldn't let him do that. He was so sexy with his molded crotch showing even more...interest into view; it added a mystery over his private regions, even if the underwear didn't hide anything relative to the size, and I liked it!

"Ah, whatever, I just need to sleep!" He closed the main light of my bedroom and dropped his body on the bed on his back, with his tail hanging between his legs, adding a shade of red colors under his briefs as well, enlighten by my bed lamp. They were quickly hidden as he brought the covers over his lower self. He closed his eyes soon after and stopped moving, to my disappointment.

"You're not really that tired, are you?"

He cracked one eye open. "Why wouldn't I? You know what time it is?"

"Ehh, yeah, I guess you're right... We should just sleep." I sighed and turned my back at him, closing the bed lamp, forgetting all about my previous excitement, leaving only wet traces in my briefs.

I tried to doze off, but with little success. There was just something that was still stimulating my nervous system, but I couldn't quite pick on it. The room smelt strongly of sweat, thanks to both of our activities earlier, but I could still sniff some lustful arousing fragrances in the air.

After further inspection, it didn't seem to come from Rach himself, because he was definitely asleep now. I retraced it and it led me to under the bed, where his boxer shorts lied flat. I double-checked on Rach before picking them up with a grin up my face, taking a good whiff at it. I just couldn't get enough of it, the pheromones trapped inside from which my body reacted instinctively.

It was pathetic, I know. And I felt bad about it. But for now, that was all I could get. I turned my head over my shoulder and noticed that his head had shifted on his side and I started to panic inside. I waited several seconds but he didn't move an inch.

Damn, why do I have to hide myself like that? It's not what I wanted... My gaze diverted downward on the lion for a while, hoping I'd have the chance someday to nuzzle upon his chest, to rest my paw on his belly, and to sleep by his side, covered up in his long red glowing mane.

I threw his boxers to the ground in frustration and sudden sadness, followed by a loud clack. 'Don't think of that, you fool! Just make the most of what you have now. Of what...you can have...'

[...]

I was waken up by a poke of something hard on my lower back, followed by a blow of warm air caressing my neck pit, sending a contagious tingle of cold running through my whole body enough to make me shiver as if my brain have just realized the covers wrapping me up earlier in the night were gone.

In the state of drowsiness I was, it took me a while to reminisce the events of last night, and the fact that I wasn't alone in my bed. That's right...Rach was...

At first, I thought it was one of his claws, but I figured it was too big and much too wet to be from any part of his paw. His heavy breath tickled my head fur altogether, my ears twitching in excitement as if they wanted more attention. My heart skipped a beat when I felt a wet muscle rub my head fur from behind, sending an electrical thrilling sensation to my brain.

'He's freaking licking my head up! Definitely wet dreaming,' I though. How lucky was I! It gave me an advantage now; I could probably work my way around into another game of sticky mess, having no restriction since it was my bedroom after all.

I moaned against my will after positioning my ears at his reach, pleasuring the insides like I've never thought it possible. I felt his warm saliva spreading in my fur, and my ears only begging for more. He shifted his head upward in his sleep and took a taste out of the top of my head, and I heard him cough and close his maw as he turned on his back, but I he was still breathing loudly, almost snoring, for me to tell he didn't wake up.

I turned at him and couldn't help myself but to giggle, because I just remembered he had used my head fur to wipe my cum from his paw yesterday, and now it was in his mouth! How ironic! He didn't want to suck me off then, but he still had some of me inside his badass muzzle in the end!

After looking at his face, my eyes scouted below, seeing that my deductions were correct. He was fully hard and not even in my briefs anymore. After some more detailed inspections, I have spotted a trail of pre in the fabrics, from the center to the waistband. It must have tried to get free of the confining area, shifting little by little out in the open and finally springing free violently on my back.

That must mean he had been horny for a while now. My back was soaked of his pre from when he has turned on me in his sleep, and I brought my paw over my fur to wipe it away. I then licked my paw, noting that he still tasted more of less the same as yesterday.

His balls were still hidden under the briefs, or would I say 'almost hidden', because he wetted them, and...well, you know how it is with soaked white cotton...

Only one question popped into my head: Should I wait? He was already nice and hard for me, so I can't say he technically doesn't want it, right? I convinced myself it was okay, because the smell of his junk got to my sensitive nose and slowly drew me over it, inches by inches, like a dog that hasn't eaten for days and spotted a pie near an opened window. He knows he shouldn't steal, but he just can't help it...

I had to decide right away because, if he can move around while dreaming, that means he's in phase 4: REM sleep. That phase lasts about 18 to 22 minutes before shifting to light sleep, which is much more unstable. I probably had less, since his body already started to respond. Anyway, if he has pressed his cock against my back and licked me up, he must be a deep sleeper overall, which was safe enough for me not to get caught.

I got closer to his hips, lying on one elbow, with the other arm grabbing the bedpost as I moved on him like a sly fox sneaking up on its pray. I checked one last time his thorax (and his sexy abs), expanding at the rhythm of his breathing, and stuck my tongue out to his rod, with a soft but quick lick. I heard him stop breathing/snoring for about less than a second before hearing him again, like nothing happened.

I was so thrilled at the moment, the adrenaline running in my veins because of the fear of getting caught. It was so hot because in his vulnerable state, I felt like I could take all the time I needed to have fun with him. It felt so unreal, having him all to myself like a little doll you buy at the supermarket. I shuddered in excitement and went back to the center of attention, reminding myself of the delicate task ahead.

I rubbed my tongue on him, but taking a little more time sliding from his base to the very top of his tip, slowly and lightly pressing against his pink length. I was preparing him out, wetting that lion hood with my saliva as I curled my head around his shaft to help me reach out the difficult places.

My ears caught on a loud noise and I quickly glanced at his to notice in relief that his eyes were still shut. He just breathed faster now; can't say I don't understand him... After all, dreaming of sex is already something we like to remember because we enjoyed it a lot, so if we add the actual feeling to it... He must be to heaven now, hehe.

His arousing smell of tasty musk got stronger and I felt my own cock shot pre in my briefs, taking out the eagerness I couldn't afford to satisfy quickly enough, because I didn't want to wake him up by mistake. I half-opened my maw to allow only his tip to slide in, leaving the rest aching for the warmth of my mouth.

I lifted my eyes to him and he stopped breathing again, but only for a sec. I applied a little suction on it and I heard him purr, the vibration of this delicious sound transferring from his head to his length like a wave in a water bed, feeling the throbbing of his cock between my lips, closing up on him forcefully.

I played with my tongue over his tip that was still in my maw, receiving a shot of pre directly on my tasting buds, rewarding me for all my efforts. I saw him open his muzzle, probably in delight, which made the sound of breathing much easier to pick up. But I wasn't stopping now...

I went all the way down on him, my lips resting at the base of his sheath. He made a strange noise that was much too loud for a purr, like he breathed out all the air he had in his lungs. His eyes were closed, so I was safe for now. Although, after I had rubbed my tongue around and got more into it, starting to bob my head up and down, he kicked one of his legs, which, lucky me, missed his target.

I slid out of him and inspected his body at a better angle, noticing his breathing looked pretty irregular. He was waking up, I'm sure of it. I looked at his cock again, twitching several times it mid air, but didn't shot anything out but pre, although there was lots of it. I could see that he was close and just realized how lucky I was to have stopped when I did. Working him out for like ten seconds longer and I would have been busted, not even talking about failing the last part of my plan...

Lesson n.5: Repeating the experience

The first time is always the hardest to convince your friend to fool around with you, but if you've found a way to do it, you definitely want to do it again, right? I mean, realizing your fantasies is something really amazing, but if you have the possibility to do it again, you'd surely take your chances on it!

Thing is, if your friend felt really awkward the first time and only went with it in the heat of the moment, then he's less likely to even want to repeat the experience with you when he has cooled down. Yes it was pleasuring, but he'll feel weird after, even guilty sometimes, so he'd want to forget all about it.

To make sure he's okay with it, you have to reproduce the similar conditions from which his brain is partly influenced by the massive drain of blood in his shaft, making it easier to compel him to your lustful will.

But there's only one thing to be careful about: if you're the one to ask all the time whenever there's an opening, he's gonna start asking questions. Maybe not out loud, but to himself. 'Why is he so insistent? Does he enjoy it more than I first thought about? Is he...attracted to me?'

The last step is to let him make the move: that'll assure you that he's not only okay with it, but he also can't blame you for being the only one interested in this kind of favor. If he's straight and he feels okay asking a guy to suck his dick, then he'll assume it's okay for you as well if you ask. In other words, he can't really have suspicions about you liking guys.

That is, of course, if you're able to keep you from giving him hints. During or after sex, snuggle is strictly forbidden, no matter how much you want to try it. Oral favor may work depending of the person, but you have to be sure he's okay with it first if you don't want to screw up. Massages are only restricted to the crotch area; don't reach anywhere out back if you don't want to raise questions.

Also, anal is a tricky subject. Although most of them seem to be against it, a few open straight wouldn't mind mistaking you for a gal and taking you out back. With those persons, you just hit the jackpot, because you can enjoy all the intimacy of the act while he's just fucking a hole. It's still a give and take situation if he's not scared of turning gay while he fucks you. One thing though: never ask you friend if he'll let you fuck him. You'll hurt his man pride for sure and you'll probably scare him away.

And finally, I guess I don't need to tell you that there's no kissing whatsoever.

And if he's the one breaking the laws above, then it's safe to assume that he might enjoy the experience more than what he first thought of. It's in time like these that you'd want to make a move on him; the thing is, if you had identified him as straight in the first place, then he must be awfully confused at the moment. Taking it slow is always the safest way of setting him comfortable with it, but don't take too long either!

Just be sure that if he stays straight or he realize he's gay in the process, that he's fine with all the favors.

[...]

"Morning, wood!" I said, taking the time to put a space between the two.

He nudged his face over the pillow, purring in the softness of whatever he was dreaming at the moment, or should I say whoever... He stretched his foot paws under the sheets and rubbed his eyes slowly.

"Wha-? My name's not wood... Such a strange nickn-"

He sat up instantly and succeeded to surprise me, looking very tense all of a sudden. He looked up at me with his eyes wide open, then down to his crotch, and sighed. The yellow of his head fur became almost orange, mixed with the obvious flush of his face.

"Oh, errh...I'm...sorry, I guess it happens once in a while when I wake up..." He rubbed the back of his head and grinned, but he was clearly forcing himself to.

"Yeah, I can see that... My underwear better not be broken because of you though!"

"No, they... I'm sorry again," he said, inspecting it with his eyes. He tried to cover himself up with the white fabric, but failed miserably, so he just growled in frustration.

"Relax, I was only kidding. It would have been my fault anyway because I lent you those..." I laughed brightly at him because his face was just so adorable right now. "I'm just curious of what you were dreaming about though?"

"I...don't remember, really..." I knew he wanted to ask me something, but he didn't. Bah, I can't make him...

"I understand; I hate it too when I wake up and I can't even tell what caused it! It could be so frustrating!"

He didn't respond, probably because he didn't like where to conversation led to. We were talking about him getting hard, after all. "Okay..." He said, showing his disinterest.

I didn't tell him that he in fact woke me up with a slap of his engine because I knew he felt enough ashamed of himself; I wouldn't want him to have even more difficulties to talk, otherwise it would be boring to continue teasing him.

We heard noise outside my room and his head turned around with great velocity, like he didn't expect it. 'Great! My parents are up...' Damn, why now? My chances just got cut by half. I had strongly wished that because they weren't home at 1 am, that they had just checked in a hotel room, but...

I listened carefully to notice that neither one of them were heading to my room. It sounded like it came from the kitchen, and another sound soon caught my attention. Running water? That must be my dad. That meant mom was in the kitchen, and by the slow tap of foot paws, I could tell she had a hangover.

That explained why they came home late last night, but now what was I going to do? It was safe for about 15 minutes, because my mother had at least the decency of knocking before entering the off limit territory that was my bedroom, unlike my dad... But should I risk it? And it wasn't only my decision after all, because I knew Rach must be trembling by now only thinking of the possibility of being caught with an erection in my bed with me (plus with my briefs on him).

They wouldn't normally try to wake me up on weekends, but I'm sure they wanted to make sure I was still in one piece after last night, because of course, everyone knows teenage kids transform into wild beasts when they are not supervised; by everyone I mean the parents...

But my question was answered instinctively, because if I didn't strike while the iron was hot (or would I say his arousal), last night would stay a one time thing...

"I...I have to go," he said. He rolled out of bed and searched for his boxers he threw last night. He was still hard, and I knew at least a part of him wanted to stay.

"Wait? You're leaving NOW?" I raised my eyebrows at him to keep me from showing my disappointment.

"Yeah, I've...got to get going. It's getting pretty late and I've got practice this afternoon. Anyway, thanks for the hospitality." He picked them up and started to slip on his shirt.

I sat on my bed, watching him powerless as he crushed my hopes once again. His jeans were down his hips, but he couldn't quite fit them all the way up. I watched him struggle to get his length back in his pants, but with little success, and it was unlikely that at this rate, it would be in soon. My tail lashed against my will on the surface of the bed in annoyance.

"You are really planning on leaving like this, Rach?" I said, not even bothering of thinking if it was appropriate to point his pink sticking out with my arm.

He tried to pull harder on the zipper, but it only led him to curse. We didn't even do anything...intimate in my bed, neither did we drink, yet he still had the shock of the morning after. He was tensed, nervous and impatient. Was it because of my parents or because he just realized I, a guy, sucked him off last night?

His shoulders went down as well as his head, showing his defeat against his animal instincts. I watched him curiously, not having seen that face of his since the loss of his football team three weeks ago. He sighed and glanced back at me, waiting like an idiot on the bed staring at his crotch.

"Is it...safe?" I didn't have a clue of what he was talking about.

"What do you mean? What is saf-" Then it hit me. "Oh, so you want to...! Ah, sure Rach, don't worry, I have a plan! My parents won't come any closer than the hallway, I promess!"

Indeed I had: I get really creative when I have a so damn good reward for it. But what cheered me the most is that he was the one to ask, that he needed me to take care of his excess of testosterone right now, and maybe some other time too! If he wasn't shy of asking, it could mean so much more than this one time... I hope it does, he doesn't have any reason to be scared now. It's just some fun, right?

Phase five of my plan completed! In the end, it all worked out. I couldn't believe it; I wasn't dreaming anymore, I was doing it. Although there's one thing that I wanted to tell him that I just couldn't; that I'm gay. I was planning on coming out to him if the situation turned out sour, but it seems I got lucky. Or not, I don't know. And I sure as hell couldn't tell him before, because it would have been out of the question and he might have left me as a friend for good. Maybe I just dug up my own grave?

If you were straight and you'd discover that the friend you were fooling around with was gay, would you continue having fun with him, or stay friend with him at all? Or... It seems I've just got to hang in there a while longer. I'll still have him to comfort me, in a way. There's just no telling if I can even get less than that once I tell him my secret.

THE END

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This story was supposed to be a one entry only, but I like writing it so I might consider doing a sequel if it gets popular...