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Wanted: Someone to take my virginity. Anal only. - w4m

"Is that the kind of thing guys like to hear...?" I close my eyes for a bit, and open them. Not exactly steeling my resolve. I'm not nervous. Or particularly certain that virginity is even something that I care about. Maybe it won't be boring, though. I don't care about a lot, but if I can do something a day, breaking up the monotony is nice. I close my laptop and go to lay down in bed, reaching to turn on my Nintendo 64 and grab the controller. There isn't much I enjoy, but running through an old game every now and then is familiar in a pleasant way. The ad is going to be flooded with responses, I know that much, so killing some time until the flood slows down is key. I guess.

It takes some wading through the responses, but eventually I get to one that doesn't look too creepy. No dick picture, a year younger than me, and his reply isn't disgusting. I give him my phone number. Before long, he calls. "Hi, is this Rin? It's Matt, I answered your ad and you gave me your phone number."

"I know." I look around my apartment. A long bookshelf, filled mostly with manga, cheap textbooks, and cookbooks.

"Ah...so, uh, do you want to meet for coffee or something first?" My armchair with long sweaters piled on top of it.

"If that's what you want to do." I've already had coffee today. The cabinet I keep my coffee things in is still open. A French press, a moka pot, a Chemex, an Aeropress, a grinder, and a few different brands, blends, and origins of beans. A light roast from Sumatra today, pourover.

"Well, ah, it's just a suggestion." My desk with my laptop is against the wall opposite my bookshelf. Some of my shirts are folded on the desk, some are draped on the chair. I don't wear clothes much. Why bother? I don't have anything that needs hiding.

"We can do that. Can we do this today? I want to get it out of the way." That's a thing guys want to hear, right? Maybe I sounded more impatient than eager, but I'm not eager. I just want to see if it's worth my time.

"Wow, uh...yeah. How does After Dark sound? It's on Lincoln Ave." I know. I've gone there for a few bags of coffee before. I'm still working on them.

"I'm fine with that. I'm going to get dressed and go." I haven't showered yet today, but why should that matter?

"Wait, ah, how am I going to know it's you?" I let out a small sigh. Maybe he hears it, maybe he doesn't.

"I'm probably the only red panda in this city who is going to be at that coffee shop at this time. You'll recognize me."

"Alright, alright. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Good. I'll see you soon, then." I hang up, I look down at my phone for a bit and open the messaging app. I take a picture of myself from the torso up. At least my hair and fur don't look too messy. I don't have much in the chest department, but a topless picture is a topless picture. I guess? I send it to him. Here, now you'll know what I look like when you get there.

I throw my phone in my shoulder bag and go to the bathroom to brush my hair. It's a hassle, but my hairstyle is one of the things I do have a preference for. I don't care about thinking about myself as a boy or a girl, I don't think I can say I'm either. It's just easier to make it look like I'm one of them most of the time. It makes wearing just long shirts in public get me weird looks less. I run my paws through the black fur on my chest, over what I guess are breasts. It doesn't really feel any particular way. Rubbing my nipples gets them a little hard, but I'm not sure it does much else. Not exactly disappointed or anything. I go back into the main room and pick a shirt up from the desk pile and put it on. Long and a little baggy, but I have most of my shirts taken in so they don't look like I'm drowning in them. As long as they go down about mid-thigh. It's a bother to have to go through that, especially when I don't see the point in clothes for me in the first place. But it's even more inconvenient being stopped in public by people who think there's anything sexual about me not wearing anything.

I take my shoulder bag and leave the apartment, locking my door behind me. The coffee shop isn't particularly far from me, so walking isn't an issue. My tail probably lifts the back of my shirt up a bit, but I never hear anything about it. Maybe I look like a kid. When I get to the coffee shop, I take a seat near the entrance and pull out a book I've been reading. The barista glances at me, and goes back to his work. I don't frequent many places too often, but I've been in the city long enough to be recognized at the places I do go. Before, I might have been scolded for not wearing shoes, but now they're probably thankful that I no longer come in the nude. It's annoying, though.

I continue to read for a while, an older textbook on ecology. Patrons come in and out. One, a black and white splotched rabbit, sees me and comes over. "Hey, are you Rin? I'm Matt." He takes a seat across from me, and looks down at the textbook. "So, are you a student?" I close my textbook, because I won't be able to read any further anyway.

"No, I just read. I don't have much else to do." I put the book away in my shoulder bag. "If you want coffee, I can make you some. I already had coffee, I don't want more." I stand up. Matt looks up at me with an expression on his face.

"Wait, aren't you at least going to tell me about yourself?" I furrow my brow the slightest bit.

"We can talk at my apartment. I don't have a lot to say about myself." I walk past his seat, and wait for him to get up to follow. "It's not far." He gets up. He's taller than me. I don't know by how much. My face is about chest-level to him. I walk towards the door, and he follows. He walks by my side as we walk to my apartment mostly in silence.

"So, what made you decide to do this, anyway?" I don't see how it's much of his business. It's more trouble than it's worth to avoid the question, though.

"I didn't have anything to do today. I haven't done it before and I don't have friends to ask. It's worth trying." We get to the building my apartment is in. "Here." I lead him up the stairs to the third floor, down the hall, and to the fifth door on the left. I open the door for us, and he closes it after we get in. I set my shoulderbag on the desk. "Do you still want coffee?"

"Ah, yes please. Do you have anything dark?" I nod, and as he goes to sit on the couch, I pull my shirt up and off, tossing it onto the pile on the armchair before I walk into the kitchen. I weigh out and grind a dark blend from the same coffee shop we came from, and start boiling water. He looks back at me and notices my lack of shirt. "Whoa, ah...eager?" I look away so he doesn't see me narrow my eyes.

"There's no reason for me to wear anything in my own apartment, I don't like clothes. It doesn't matter if you're here or not. Do you take your coffee with sugar and cream?" I put the grounds into the French press and pour the water in after to steep. He frowns at me.

"Do you even want to do this? It feels like you're being kind of condescending." I blink slowly, and nod.

"I haven't done this before. I'm curious to try it. But I don't know how I'm supposed to act." He shifts in his spot on the couch, and coughs into his paw in response.

"Well...I don't know, either. This is my first time, too." I look down at the steeping coffee grounds and let out a soft sigh. I walk over to the back of the couch, leaning over and wrapping my arms around him from behind, rubbing over his chest and stomach.

"Maybe something like this," I mumble into his ear, and he lets out soft noises.

"Uhm...that's good..." He leans his head back, and reaches up to unbutton his shirt and pull it off, my paws now rubbing through his short black and white fur. I rub over and lightly pinch his nipples. I think that's a good thing. He moans in response, and lightly bites my neck. I don't know why he's doing that. I look down at the lap of his pants, seeing the bulge of his erection.

"Hm...now's as good a time as any..." I reach my paw down, grasping the bulge a little firmly, and stroke it through his pants. He moans louder in response and kisses my neck, and then reaches down to undo his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear. I look down at his erection and, after a few seconds, take hold of it in my paw, squeezing it a little. It's about twice as long as my grasp and really warm. I can feel his pulse through it. I start to stroke it and he squirms his hips and moan out.

"Ahh...hey...let me do things to you, too..." I furrow my brow and look away.

"That's not something you're going to be able to do." I continue to stroke him, squeezing a little bit more. He gasps out softly at the squeeze.

"What do you mean by that?" I sigh softly and let go of his penis.

"Alright. You're going to see anyway." I walk around in front of the sofa and sit beside him. "You can feel."

"Okay..." He moves his paw onto my inner thigh, and I part my legs for him. He rubs up the inside of my leg until his paw reaches my crotch. "Wait...what...?" His paw rubs through the fur on my crotch, probably still trying to find a vagina.

"I don't have anything. I was born like that. That's why I wrote what I wrote." I look him in the eyes, and his paw moves back onto my thigh.

"So...I'm going to lose my virginity to someone who isn't a girl or a boy?" I furrow my brow and shrug in response.

"I don't think there's any point to thinking about that. I don't care if I'm a boy or a girl, but I was told I'm a girl, so maybe I am." I look down at his erection and grasp it in my paw gently, starting to squeeze and stroke it again. "I never had one of these, if that's what you care about." It's warmer than before, and a drop of clear liquid drips down the underside. He moans.

"Ahh...I guess...it's just not something I was expecting." He thrusts up into my paw a bit, and I reach my other paw down to grasp his sac, massaging it gently. I look up at his face.

"Things happen. It shouldn't matter at this point." I look back down at his erect penis, leaking more of that liquid, sticking up the fur of my paw as I stroke him.

"I can't tell if that's deep or if you just don't care about anything." After saying that, he moans a bit more as I keep squeezing and rubbing his erection, slicked up a bit now.

"Deep things are things that don't mean the words that are used to say them. That's pretentious and bothersome. Are you ready? You're breathing harder." He is. I don't have the time to have him finish before we do this. I want to play StarFox some time soon. I let go of his penis and I frown a bit at my sticky paw fur.

"Yeah...ah...so, are you prepared? Are you used to...things in there?" I've never really thought about doing that. I don't think I've ever even bothered trying to figure out a way to masturbate, let alone do something like that.

"No. It's fine. You don't look too big. Things don't hurt me anyway." He makes a face after I say that.

"That's a low blow, you don't tell a guy that he doesn't look big. And what do you mean things don't hurt you? How would you know if you haven't tried?" I furrow my brow. I do that a lot. It helps me think.

"Things don't hurt. I broke things a lot by accident. When I was in school. If a broken arm and leg didn't hurt, putting something in my butt won't." I get off of the couch and crawl onto my hands and knees on my floor futon, raising my tail.

"Alright, if you're sure. So...do you have lube or anything? We're going to need that."

"Why do we need it? I told you it's not going to hurt me." My tail waves a little bit, and I lower my chest to the floor. I stare at my N64.

"No, it's for me, so I can uh...go in and out easier, without it being dry." Oh. I guess vaginas are usually wet for sex, so butts need to be, too. That makes sense.

"Do what you need to do. I have olive oil if that helps. It's on the counter."

"That doesn't sound hygienic...but alright." I hear him get off the couch, walk around it, and into the kitchen area. He walks back and I can feel him get on the futon behind me. "Okay, I'm putting it on." I hear the cap of the bottle unscrew, and the slick sound of him spreading some of the oil on his erection. I hope he doesn't get any on the sheets.

"Oh...that's weird..." I shift my hips a little. He pushed a slick finger into my tailhole. It sunk in easily, but it doesn't feel normal. He wriggles it around inside of me, and thrusts it in and out a bit.

"Just making it easier. But alright, I'm going to put it in now." I feel him pull the finger out, and then I feel the head of his penis push against my hole. He pushes it in easily, and I feel myself stretch around him.

"Ah...that's really weird..." He slowly pushes himself deeper into me, and I feel it pressing against the inside of my butt. I push my butt back against him as he sinks in, and I hear him moan out.

"Shit...this is really warm." I feel his crotch press against me. I guess his whole length is inside. I squirm my butt a little, and squeeze my tailhole around the base of his erection, causing him to moan more. He starts to pull out and I wriggle my hips a bit.

"Ahh...that's even weirder...it feels like I'm using the toilet." He laughs out when I say that, and he pushes back in all the way.

"Don't say something like that, that's really not sexy." He laughs again and starts to pull out, moaning while he does. I groan a little at the feel, clenching around him as he pulls out. It's not physically uncomfortable, but I don't have anything else to compare it to.

"I don't think I've ever been sexy." I don't know if I want to be, either. I close my eyes as he thrusts in and out of my butt, moaning and panting out, starting to thrust in a little faster and harder.

"Well, I thought it was sexy when you sent that topless picture to me." I wriggle against him a little, the tip of my bushy tail tapping against his chest. I didn't think about the picture.

"I look like a tall 8 year-old girl. Do you think 8 year-olds are sexy?" He laughs again. I don't know why he's laughing. How would he know I'm not actually 8?

"Oh god, no. Come on, lighten up." He starts to breath heavier as he thrusts into my butt, but it's getting harder to squeeze around him. I think that's not a well-exercised muscle.

"Fine. Are you close?" I wriggle against him more, it seems like he likes that. His thrusts come against me harder, and the feeling of the head of his penis pushing deep inside of me as it can isn't any less weird. He grabs my hips and pulls my butt back against his thrusts, keeping me from wriggling against him.

"Ah...yeah...I'm really close..." I feel him pull almost all the way out and thrust all the way in, faster, and I bite my lip. It doesn't feel good, but it's not bad. I feel him pull me back against him close, and he starts to hump me deeply.

"Ah...jeez..." I wriggle a bit as much as I can. The feeling of being humped like that is weird. He leans down over me, moaning by my ear. My ear twitches on its own at the feel of his heavy breathing.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" He arches his back and slows his thrusts, making them deeper as he pulls in and out. It feels a little warmer inside of my butt, and the sound of his slick erection pushing in and out sounds a little stickier. I crinkle my nose at it. I try to clench my tailhole around him as he pushes in and out more slowly, and push back against him as he stops. He holds himself up over me, arms on either side of mine, panting heavily.

"Done?" My tail swishes to the side, having been bent uncomfortably by him leaning over me. I can hear him panting still, trying to catch his breath.

"Yeah...I'm done. That felt really good. How was it for you?" He presses his body down against my back, and nuzzles the top of my head. I can feel some sweat on his fur. Was he doing it that hard?

"It wasn't bad. I don't think I need to use the bathroom. But don't pull out."

"Alright. But why not?" He kisses the top of my head. My ears twitch.

"Because I don't want it on my bed. I didn't get a towel." I squirm a little on him, and squeeze down. He moans out when I do so.

"Ah...that makes sense...so what are we going to do, then?"

"I don't know, but as long as it's not a problem, just stay inside." He laughs at that.

"That would almost sound romantic if I didn't think I get what's going on here." I don't know why it would be romantic. I don't want stains on my sheets.

"Okay." I reach over and grab a pillow, putting it under my chest, grab the remote control to turn the TV on, the controller for my N64, and turn that on.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Why even bother asking?

"I'm bored. I'm playing StarFox."

"You're...what...?" He lets out a sigh. "Nevermind. Can I play, too?" I furrow my brow a second, and grab the second controller to hand it to him.

"I haven't played 2-player before."

"You don't say?"

"Also, the coffee I made for you is probably bad now." He goes silent for a bit.

"Does that really matter?" I go silent for a bit.

"No. I guess not."