Skylar
Skylar woke up this particular morning not knowing he would be in for an unusual day. Unusual; that's saying a lot considering just how unusual his life had been for the past couple of years considering the changes happening in his body. He started the day like any other, making his own breakfast, taking a shower, and, knowing he was alone- he even played with himself. Any canine his age knows at least something of the pleasures between their legs, twelve is right about where it's at as far as sexual discovery is concerned. He might be a little too far along though, mostly because he's been going through a heavily sexual stage of development. He'd say he was right on cue if he wasn't so concerned about his smaller build. He often finds sticky bedsheets, morning-wood, a bit of hypersensitivity, all thanks to his little troublemaker of a cock. A decent sized cock at that- as a matter of fact, it seems his well-filled-out jockstrap is the only thing that keeps his classmates from making fun of him in the showers. It's come with its fair share of problems though. He's had about 5 trips to the dean's office this year, all obscenity related, all involuntary, all because he can't manage to contain himself. Right now though, that not-so-little monstrosity was his world.
It was summer and his parents were off somewhere in another country, he had the house to himself, and he acted thusly. No clothes at all, A/C set to whatever he wanted, a heated pool... with jets. His only neighbor lived a little more than a mile down the road. Said neighbor was supposed to stop by every couple of hours or so, but Skylar tricked him into a cellphone correspondence setup. He loved the privacy, he loved letting his boyhood flop around, he loved that he could get as stiff as he wanted to without having to deal with any repercussions. He could hump the sofa, grind into the carpet, watch porn in the living room, suck his own cock in the kitchen with the peanut butter -right -there. He had this setup intermittently his whole life, but he still found new dirty things to do, and today wouldn't be an exception. He wanted to be downright unethical today, to try something totally different, and he wanted to do it somewhere he shouldn't. A pool-jet blow-job, while pleasurable, wouldn't be enough today.
He had no idea what he wanted to do, where he wanted to do it though was another thing entirely. He knew of a picturesque clearing in the woods behind his house, one with soft grass and a light canopy. He had never considered getting erotic there before, but then again getting erotic was actually a new thing for him. His sex-life consisted of a fateful round of orgasmic pull-ups at school, and a month of subsequent experimentation so nature was new territory. New territory that got him rock hard and juicy. While preparing for his experiment he noticed something he heard on the radio that in any other state of mind would have meant nothing, not a word or phrase per-se, but a way of talking. The dj on this particular segment was talking with a lisp so heavy it was obviously a joke, a joke that segued into something totally different in Skylar's sexually-charged imagination. He realised what a lisp could imply by now, but he had never considered what that could mean to himself. This was the first time he considered homosexuality might be something more than a joke, or a slight among classmates- this was the first time he considered it as something that can be applied to his situation. Instantly, a waterfall of gay sex washed over his mind, positions, people, fetishes, experiments...
The rest of the morning was spent researching homosexuality, and when he noticed how insistently his erection was poking him, he proceeded to look up methodology. Good thing too, if he hadn't he wouldn't have considered how messy it was. Condoms, enemas, stds, and the like, all leading up to the first images of anal sex he'd ever seen. A small image series of a healthy young cat with cream-colored fur sitting on a black horse. Skylar noticed that his own penis was much larger and shaped differently than the cat's, and yet he was so turned on by it. He was turned on by the fact that the cat wasn't even touching it and yet it was leaking so much fluid. His heart beat hastened as he figured the girth of the horse, and how deep his pendulous cock was stuffed in the diminutive kitten. He was curious about their penises, and why they didn't seem to have as much skin around the tip. Mostly though, he was turned on; so turned on in fact that he could feel an orgasm working its way up through his young body. Not quite yet though.
Looking at the pictures got him so hot he grabbed the nearest textile he could. He could tell as he scrolled down that his excitement grew more, and his situation was getting more desperate. He wouldn't touch himself though, he wanted to cum just by looking at them, it was the only way he could prove to himself that he was really into it. His hands roamed about his body sensually rubbing his inner thighs with force. His musculature seemed more sexy and his fur felt softer. Deep panting and loud groans that knew he couldn't have held back even if his parents were in the very next room escaped his usually obedient mouth. His left hand wandered lower between his thighs; not enough space to maneuver. He put on some shorts, feeling subconsciously modest at full-mast, and moved to the living room. He hooked up his laptop to the tv walking with his legs wide apart to prevent overstimulation. His cock bounced involuntarily in his shorts standing up as high as he'd ever seen it, while straining new muscles. A beautiful orange afternoon reminded him briefly of his younger, ignorant self.
He allowed himself to cool down, he had been right on the edge of an orgasm all the while as he relocated. He quickly checked to see if he had any messages and found none. Erection still straining, he groaned, unhappy that his neighbor would be checking soon. He didn't want to be interrupted. He gathered supplies for a new experiment while waiting, cock growing soft and hard with the stimulating imagery the various things brought to mind. An hour later and his shorts where shining with copious amounts of his fluids. He took them off and sniffed them curiously, another first for him. He decided he liked the scent of his now slimy shorts, but the friction was irritating, so he stashed them in his room for later. Fed up with waiting he called his neighbor, who seemed just as annoyed, having just exited the shower. After a little back and forth Skylar hung up, literally jumped in the hot-tub adjacent to the pool and touched himself "back there" officially for the first time.
The erection came back full force, but it seemed much more leaky than before. He jumped out and dried himself quickly save for the butt flossing and sat down in the living room and started from the beginning again. His balls ached and the muscle that made his penis bounce was sore, so he rubbed between his legs to work out some of the discomfort. Everything smelled fresh and clean on his body, he was so ridiculously comfortable at that moment. Instinct kicked in and he sprawled out on the couch then kicked his legs over his head and rested his feet on the arm of the sofa. "His old standby" at this point. He was so flexible and so proficient in his technique at this point that he could bury his entire substantial erection in his throat if he felt so impelled. He gave it a thought, but it was too soon. Sighing at an unsure decision, he scrolled to the point he was at before; and lo he was just as excited. The horse's black cock had a shine to it even though it was dry. Skylar could all but feel the veins straining to deliver blood to the rest of the shaft as it was buried in the visually shaken tight feline.
A new feeling ran over him, he wanted to be that poor, weak, little cat. It embarrassed him greatly that he wanted to be plowed so obscenely, so forcefully. He reached the last image on the series, the cat laying on the horses abdomen facing the viewer with his legs being held up and apart, cum leaking from his smooth wide-open asshole into the horse's navel, Skylar's own cum dripping onto his muzzle. Skylar's penis quivered violently hanging above his face, he was about to lose it. One lick would be too much for him, even looking at his cock might be enough he thought desperately. That cat was so sexy to him right then, he wanted lick the screen. Breathing so intensely he started to hiccup, but the build-up seemed to be waning. Almost giving up, he noticed a link that read "download video". His erection was sobbing fluid on the side of his muzzle, he was almost cumming he was so anxious to watch it, but he didn't feel the climax, just the squeeze of his muscles. The shuddering. He clicked the link and the video played right away.
Moaning so erotic it made his sex muscles contract came over the surround sound, his ears swiveled back into the small puddle forming on the leather cushions of the couch. He watched as the heavily muscled equine lapped at the cat's backside. Slurping at it like a dog drinking water, the horse's thick tongue delved deep into the cat's shaking, opened, cavern. Skylar, still oozing at this point, gathered some of his own juices in his hand and slathered it on his smooth ass. Opening his mouth wide in anticipation of his coming orgasm, he watched the screen as the horse fucked the cat along his full foot-long cock. The amount Skylar was leaking was unreal, like an unending stream of molasses being poured absent-mindedly into his mouth. His muscles were fatigued even though he hadn't moved an inch the whole time. His hand resting softly outside of the orifice which begged for pleasures he'd never experienced. The unnamed cat cried out obscenities with an extremely submissive tone spurring the horses thrusts on, making him pick up the pace until...
The cat moaned out in exasperation his small unstimulated penis dancing with pleasure, lobbing small shots forcefully toward his face as the horse grinded is hips into his creamy bitch. Skylar smoothly shoved his middle and ring fingers into his virgin hole, stretching himself deep and wide. His breath hitched in his throat, mouth wide open and eyes closed tight, he could feel the heavy flow of cum leaking into his mouth, then a sort of pop as suddenly violent surges of thick puppy sauce filled him even further. His fingers were being squeezed rhythmically in an almost pulling motion into his depths, but not quite deep enough. This orgasm was purely anal, and the most intense he'd ever felt. Ropes of cum flying randomly, he pulled his fingers out and repositioned himself mid-climax that he could enter himself from behind rather than between his legs. Laying on his chest with his left arm stretched out, reaching for something that wasn't there, his butt in the air, and his tail pulling upwards and away from the invasion as his climax continued coursing through his underaged body. He could feel the burning pleasure starting to wane, his cock no longer bobbing quite so forcefully, he started thrusting his fingers between his cheeks adding his pinky and forcing a final surge of intense anal pleasure through his cummy tailhole. The flow of semen continued for a moment leaking, rather than being pushed out now. As he gained focus he realized that he had a mouth full of his own cum sloshing over his tongue. He swallowed it deliberately, appreciating his flavor. He sheepishly lapped at the puddle he left on the couch a blush coming over him. He felt so dirty, and it made him want more. He pumped his cock a few times just to feel it as he slowly slid his fingers out of his ass. The cum he used as lubricant left a frothy mess, but his fingers were clean.
The shock of his homosexuality hit him almost tangibly. It was as though all his actions for the past hour and a half weren't his at all, but someone else's. Someone gay, not him, it couldn't have been. His fantasies had been so neutral up to this point, he had just assumed he was straight. What did this mean to him? He was so young, why was he thinking what he was thinking? Skylar's eyes started to well up, his nose started running, he could feel sobs coming on. "What will my parents think? My friends?.. What will I do?" He had no idea, it snuck up on him entirely and scared him. "Everyone makes fun of gay people. I don't want to be gay!" He thought as he sobbed and hugged himself. He suddenly felt naked, and dirty; he suddenly felt disgusted by himself, and he was becoming mad.
Batting his fists at his head between breaths he jumped up from the couch and looked back at the scene. He could hear the video still playing in the background, the horse was gloating about how much of his cum was leaking from the cat's butt. Skylar covered his eyes, blocking them from the t.v. and angrily tore the cord from the laptop then closed it's screen. He could feel beads of sweat rolling down his body, the feeling excited him slightly. He hated it. He leapt over the sofa and moved quickly to the restroom. He could feel his butt cheeks slipping from the cum he had left behind. The thought made him stop in his tracks and gag. He slumped to the floor and wailed. He didn't want to be disgusted by himself! He was so scared, he felt so alone. His breathing was becoming desperate. Heaving air to and from his body, he could feel something happening. He was getting dizzy. It was scaring him even more so he started breathing harder and harder and harder until spots covered his field of vision and suddenly he was out. Slumped against the floor tears still falling from his eyes, and naked as the day he was born.