First Time's A Doozie
My roommates bum eachother. Here's what I heard through the wall.
First Time's A Doozie by Fontenot LeBlanc
Panting, he fed the last bit in.
"Dude, there it goes! That's it! I'm in!"
"Great!"
"Ohhh maaan..." Wesley purred, hugging Luther's tail to his chest. "This feels amazing! How you holding up on your end?"
"Gffff... FANTASTIC!" Luther croaked. "Like having a tea party!"
Wesley sighed contentedly, eyelids fluttering. He held on tight to Luther's tail, stroking it gently from base to tip. This was the most fun he had ever had. Beneath him, however, Luther was causing quite a commotion.
"Oh, c'mon," Wesley chided, cracking an eyelid. "I ain't even done nothing yet."
Luther's claws tangled and pitted holes in the bedsheet. He gathered up a wad of cloth and put it in his mouth, biting down on it, seething. "This feels like hellfire!"
Wesley rolled his eyes, rubbing the boy's haunches in an effort to calm him down. "Just relax."
Luther's eyes shot open wide. He glanced back over his shoulder vengefully. "Do you have... ggn... any... ggn... idea how impossible relaxing is right now??"
"Mate, it's just like going to the bathroom."
"THE FUCK IT IS!!!"
"Ain't it feelin' even a little good?"
Luther closed his eyes, wincing as he took ten deep breaths. "It... I mean, kinda. But..."
"You're doing good," Wesley encouraged. "Use your words."
"It kinda feels good... underneath all the pain. But it's... not really pain... more like a pressure. It feels like I gotta go. Oh god..."
"But it does feel good," asked Wesley, genuinely curious. "Right?"
Luther's nose was running. His tail swished against Wesley's shoulder. "Y-yeah..."
Wesley giggled childishly. "Can you feel it? Like, the whole thing?"
"YES I CAN FEEL THE WHOLE THING!!" Luther roared.
"Okay okay," Wesley said quickly. He pressed his fingertips into Luther's lower back, feeling for his breath, his tension. Luther's breathing was strained but even, coming in thick, raspy gulps. His shoulders were tight. The rest of him was tight, Wesley thought with a chuckle.
"WHAT'S FUNNY?!"
Wesley smiled, collapsing across his friend's back. Luther's eyes opened wide as he felt the scrawny arms snaking their way around his belly, rolling him onto his side. Wesley's snout brushed against the base of his ear, sending heated puffs of breath against his cheek.
Luther's eyes went wide. "W-what... what are you..."
"Relax," Wesley purred into his ear. He began to pet little circles onto Luther's stomach. He kissed him on the cheek.
It was an infinitesimally small kiss - could easily have been mistaken for an accidental brushing of the lips. But when he felt Luther's cheek flare up with warmth where his lips had brushed, Wesley knew that it hadn't been mistaken at all. He did it again. And again.
"This is... strange." Luther sighed, staring off into the middle distance. "Wesley, isn't this a bit strange?"
Wesley nodded against the nape of Luther's neck, shortly before kissing there too. He felt Luther shudder. Their tails tangled. Luther cupped his paw over Wesley's, pressing it down against his belly. Wesley sighed contentedly, rocking the two of them together as he held on to Luther from behind, nuzzling and kissing him all the while. He felt Luther's shoulders un-hunch. His breathing became light and fluttery. Wesley could feel his friend's pulse through his round belly. Luther groaned.
"Wes?" came Luther's voice timidly.
"Yep?"
"I'm done."
"Mmn, that's nice," purred Wesley, snuggling against him. "Wait. What?"
Luther squeaked.
Wesley's eyes shot open. "Are you serious??"
Without waiting for an answer, Wesley lowered his paw between Luther's legs.
"YOU FINISHED?!"
"Don't you raise your voice at me!" Luther squealed, elbowing his friend in the ribs.
"WE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!" replied Wesley, elbowing his friend between his shoulder blades.
"It was my first time!"
Wesley sighed loudly, rubbing his eyes. "Well, okay... whatever. Can I finish up now?"
"No."
"No?!?!?!"
"There's no way," stated Luther matter-of-factly. "It's too sensitive. Before, it was fine. Now it's just uncomfortable."
"You've got to be kidding me!"
But, much to Wesley's chagrin, Luther was not kidding. After several seconds of begging and pleading, Wesley was forced to withdraw himself. Grumbling, the pair washed up and readied for dinner. Neither friend would look at the other during the entire meal, and Wesley spent the entire evening muttering under his breath; though as to what, no one in the house save Luther had any guess.