"Ollie, you're here! You took your time..."

"Sorry, mom was busy."

As he stood on the porch, the 9-year-old cockatiel turned and waved a hand over to the car sitting at the curb, the engine idling as an older woman sat in the driver's seat leaned over, waving at the boy in response. She tried to say something, but it was hard to hear her over the rumble of the engine and the blowing wind outside. The cockatiel tried to lean forwards to hear her, but all he could do was shake his head. In the end, she simply waved a hand, motioning a thumb and little finger to the side of her head, indicating she'd call him later. With another final wave, she withdrew back into the car and it rolled forwards as she shifted it into gear. As she pulled out back onto the road the cub turned, looking back at his friend.

"Come on." His friend, a Snow Leopard called Zack, grabbed onto his friend's arm and tugged, ushering him inside and through the front door. Zack and Ollie had been friends since they were little kids; their moms knew each other, and Zack's mom in particular had done a lot to help out Ollie and his mom in various ways, mainly babysitting. Ollie didn't have a dad, and his mom worked full-time, so he spent a lot of his after-school hours at Zack's house-- up until the evenings, anyway. That day, however, was different; it was a weekend, and the cockatiel's mom had an important meeting that couldn't be skipped...not that Ollie minded spending time with his best friend, but he had some ulterior motives on that fateful Saturday.

"Whad'ya wanna do?" Zack asked initially, watching as the cub, barely a few months younger than him, dropped his backpack by the door. "We could play video games..."

"Ooh, can we play Monster Hunter again? That came's fun!" The white-feathered avian bounced up and down, the yellow-tinted tuft of fur atop his head wiggling and each motion. The grey-furred feline grimaced at his response and shook his head, sticking out his tongue.

"Nuh-uh. That game's lame, it's way too slow. Let's play Devil May Cry instead." He argued, and the cockatiel visibly deflated.

"But...that's a single-player game." He pointed out-- Zack shrugged in response.

"So? I'm 10, I'm older. And it's my house!" The snow leopard bickered, but before they could argue anymore, someone intervened in their conversation. From the kitchen came a significantly taller, but still not entirely an adult, snow leopard that Ollie knew to be his friend's older brother, a 16-year-old Taylor. Ollie saw him often but ultimately didn't know that much about him...yet, unawares to Zack, it was the cub's older brother that Ollie wanted to see that day-- at some point, anyway. 

"What're you guys bickering about?" Taylor, despite being a teen way into his pubescence, was a fairly relaxed kind of boy from what Ollie had seen of him. "What game to play again? You know you don't have much time left today, right?"

"Huh?" Zack peered up at his older brother and scrunched his face up. "What do you mean?"

"Did you forget? You've got the dentist, mom's coming to pick you up in...half an hour?" He pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time, and then absently began to tap away on it. The younger feline turned, dismayed, towards his avian friend and Ollie didn't quite know what to do; he'd come over to hang out with his friend, after all, but he hadn't expected that Zack would be going out, and for who knows how long?

"B-But, Ollie came over, and..." The cub trailed off when he realised his older brother wasn't paying attention, and with a grunt he grabbed the bird's hand, directing him towards the stairs. They headed to the upper floor and into his room, where he kicked the door closed and went over to the TV he had sitting in the corner, on a unit above his games console. Ollie absently watched as he shrugged off his backpack, filled with sleepover clothes and a change of underwear, amongst other things, and his eyes lit up as he saw his friend taking out one disc for another-- a fighting game they played regularly.

They sat and played for what felt like little to no time at all; for a kid, half an hour was like a blink of an eye, especially when they were so enthralled in a game they both enjoyed. As they were mid-way through another match, Zack's brother's hollering informed them that it was time to go, or at least for the snow leopard cub it was. Ollie was a little disappointed-- he liked hanging out with his best friend-- but he knew that he'd be babysat by his older brother and taken care of, at least.

"Zack, c'mon!" Taylor called for his younger brother again, and Zack groaned. The two had tried to stall in some way, but it was futile. The snow leopard pushed himself to his feet, dropping his controller, and Ollie watched as the cub left, trudging down the stairs to head out to the car. 

The cockatiel didn't envy him; the dentist sucked. However, this was also the perfect time for Ollie, and he carefully waited, listening intently for the thud of the front door closing shut and the quietening sound of the car as it pulled away and down the road until there was nothing but silence and the shuffle of feet on carpet as the teen moved around his room. Ollie was sure he heard the light tones of guitar strings, and remembered vaguely that Taylor liked to play-- there was no better opportunity than now, honestly, even if it was a bit quick.

Ollie tip-toed across the hallway in his bare talons, where Taylor's room sat at the far end right next to the bathroom. The sounds of the strings being plucked on his guitar intensified as the cub approached, and the cockatiel lingered in the doorway, smoothing down his tuft of head feathers, before he awkwardly knocked and pushed the already slightly ajar door further open. As he poked his head inside, the snow leopard raised his head from his guitar, adjusting his knee that was propping the instrument up on its side. 

"What's up, Ollie? Zack's not gonna be home for another hour or so," He frowned, his fingers idly gliding over the strings of his guitar. "You'll have to entertain yourself for a little while."

"No, I, um..." Ollie began awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay..." He looked perturbed, but he obliged Ollie's request and sat his guitar down, cocking up a knee and pressing his heel to the supporting beam between the two front chair legs. Now that the cockatiel took the time to look, looking at Taylor made Ollie feel strange...there was something about the way he sat there barefoot, in just a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, that enticed him so. Most notable was his tail; it was large and extremely fluffy, at least bigger than his body, long enough to wrap around the front of the chair he was sitting on, loop around the back and still stick out from behind him.

"Ollie?" His name was called and the cockatiel flinched, taken by surprise, before he shuffled awkwardly on the spot.

"I, um...don't know who the ask, so..." He fidgeted, his cheeks feeling warmer as he spoke, and the red circular spots on his feathers did well to hide his embarrassment. "I've been feeling kind of funny, uh...when I wake up, sometimes, my thing is..."

There was an agonising pause of silence between them as the cockatiel trailed off and the snow leopard remained silent, unsure what to say. If there was any tension, Ollie didn't notice it, primarily because he was too flustered and his own embarrassment was threatening to drown him whole. Eventually, however, Taylor moved and leant forwards, frowning over at the younger boy.

"So...you got hard? And?" He questioned, looking a little weirded out that he had even been asked...though peculiarly enough, the tip of his tail swished back and forth-- Ollie didn't know what it meant, but to any feline, they knew that body language meant playfulness and excitement.

"I, um, I don't know what it means," The cub explained sheepishly, feeling more and more bashful as time went on. "It felt good to touch it, but it was really big and I got kinda scared...I don't really know what it was."

"Huh..." Taylor rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, sounds like puberty, I guess? I was like that."

"Really?" The boy relaxed ever so slightly, but still looked nervous.

"Well, yeah. What, you've haven't done Sex Ed at school yet?" Taylor asked, and Ollie shook his head in response, his little tuft bobbing left and right.

"I didn't wanna ask my mom because, um, she's a girl and it's different." He did his best to explain, but Taylor ultimately wasn't listening. Instead, his gaze was darting up and down, taking the cub's form in-- Ollie was slender and boyish, and didn't eat too much. Feathers covered not only his wing-arms but his legs too; just the about the only thing that was 'bare' was his pinkish beak and his dark yellow talons. His own shorts and shirt were simple and dorky, and sat loosely on his body, so they didn't disturb his feathers. There were things that Ollie didn't know about Taylor, and unluckily for him, the cub was about to find out one of them.

"Show me," The teen demanded, and the cub's widened eyes and confused expression forced him to elaborate. "You want to learn, right? I'll show you, and you can see mine too."

At that moment, Ollie was reminded of something his mom said a year or so ago when he'd gone wandering from their front lawn and down the street. She scolded him harshly, before firmly teaching him that he shouldn't ever talk to strangers, and he shouldn't show anyone his private parts...but Taylor wasn't just anyone, he was his best friend's brother. Ollie had no-one else he could ask or turn to, and frankly, his curiosity outweighed his uneasiness.

Slowly, the 9-year-old began to undress, but not fully, and only really dropped his shorts to reveal a pair of bright blue briefs, a striking contrast to his white feathers. All while, the 16-year-old took in the sight of him, his loins tingling with desire-- Taylor was ultimately a pervert, a horny teen who spent too much time on the internet and had too many interests-- he couldn't pass up the chance to do something so taboo, and thought little of the consequences of his actions either. His gaze raked over the cub's body as his hormones raged inside him; he couldn't get a good idea of Ollie's body, but he imagined it to be slim, leaning on average...he'd get a good look soon enough, but his gaze was instead transfixed on the boy's crotch, where he spied a pretty prominent bulge, bigger than Taylor was expecting. He didn't have to wonder what it looked like underneath for very long; with some hesitation, the young cub grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down, passing his hips and down to his knees. What the 16-year-old made his jaw drop.

"What the...you're huge, dude." The snow leopard leant forwards in his seat, his eyes wide with surprise as he took in the sight of the boy's appendage. He had to be a good 4 or so inches flaccid, humanoid in shape and perfectly white-coloured, with a slight pinkish tinge to the bottom of his balls which, frankly, were tiny in comparison to his dick. Taylor had seen enough porn online to know that they didn't normally look that long, and as he stared, it only grew larger. Ollie felt strange being scrutinized under the snow leopard's intense gaze, and blood rushed to his humanoid cock as a warmth spread across his face and curled around in his stomach, making him both uneasy and tingly all over. The quietest of tweets escaped his beak, high-pitched and soft, and his member swelled to an easy, hormonal half-mast; a solid 5 or so inches swung and bobbed up and down, lazily reaching a more level horizontal angle the harder he got.

"See, it, um..." Ollie nervously reached down to his cock and squeezed, dragging his fingers down towards the base of his member and snugly tugging on the foreskin as he went, revealing a pinkish head. "It feels good to touch, but it also kind of hurts...like a headache."

Taylor wordlessly rose from his seat, his tail uncurling from around it and dragging across the floor as he approached. He stood at least 2 feet or so over the cub-- he was remarkably tall for his age, thanks to good genes-- and without warning he reached down, wrestling the button of his shorts with a single hand as if he'd done it multiple times before. They sagged and fell easily around his hips, followed by his loose-fit navy blue boxers, and Ollie was greeted face-to-face with the snow leopard's visibly hard cock. He'd never seen another man's dick before, but something about how similar it looked to his-- humanoid, foreskinned and twitching up and down-- gave him some relief. Before Taylor could even start his 'lesson', the avian reached out with his other hand and grabbed the other boy's cock, wrapping his little fingers around it. Much like his own member, he couldn't even touch his thumb and finger together, even if he tried really hard, but something about the way it twitched in his hand when he squeezed made him want to touch himself even more. He found that stroking was the best, but it also made him noisy, and he couldn't resist letting out a breathy grunt.

"Holy shit-- uh, I mean, crap...don't tell your mom I swore," The 16-year-old insisted as his gaze flicked from his own member back to the boys. "You have a good inch on me at least."

"I-Is that bad?" Ollie nervously asked, and in response the snow leopard put a hand atop the boy's head, running his fingers through the pointed, upright tuft of feathers to get his digits against the bird's scalp.

"No. It's lucky, actually. The ladies're gonna be all over you," He remarked, instinctively sticking out his tongue and licking upwards towards his nose and back down, like he'd smelt something tasty. "It's...hot."

"What does that man?" The cub was sceptical, and Taylor couldn't help but skirt around the answer a little, unsure how to answer it.

"It's complicated. Come over here." Taylor stepped back and kicked himself out of his pants, taking the cub by the arm and causing him to stumble. He followed the teen across the room towards the feline's single bed and watched as Taylor scooted onto the foot of his bed, pushing himself backwards and bringing the boy with him. The avian was nervous, but he continued to follow regardless, his body shaky with anticipation and excitement as he clambered up onto the bed after him on his knees, shuffling and scooting the further back Taylor went. Eventually, the teen was laid down on top of his covers and the cockatiel was swiftly pulled and tugged into position on top of him. Ollie had to instinctively spread his legs and more or less sit on top of the teen's legs, squirming to find a comfortable position as his inch-bigger cock flopped down over the feline's erect down. Something about the heat pressed against his own made his heartbeat pound at a rapid pace, more so than it already was.

"Let's get that off." Taylor grabbed the hem of the cub's shirt and tugged it over his head to reveal the slim-ish body beneath. It lacked any significant muscle definition, and Taylor couldn't make out any bones due to the coat of feathers, but it was certainly desirable to the teen, who was horny and experimental. The boy stretched his arms up to allow himself to be undressed, and then snapped his arms down to his chest when his shirt was tossed aside, feeling sheepish about being so brazenly naked. His eyes raked over the teen's body as Taylor pulled up his shirt, revealing his own chest and stomach-- he mostly did it to avoid getting anything on his shirt, but it was also to show himself off. He, too, didn't have a whole lot of muscles, mainly because he wasn't a jock.

"Now, we do this..." The snow leopard slinked his hands down, fighting to urge to grab the cub hi the hips and explore his body. Instead, his hands delved to their twitching, turgid cocks, and he wrapped a single hand around them both, with his thumb tucked under his own cock and his fingers curled around the top of the cub's larger own. The cockatiel quivered and huffed, and he openly moaned as the snow leopard moved beneath him, pushing his hips up against the other cock. The avian wasn't even a little leaky, but the 16-year-old definitely was, and their otherwise dry frotting slowly became a little wet and slick as precum smeared between their cocks and oozed down to sandwich between the teen's cock and stomach. 

"Does that feel good?" The 16-year-old asked, and the boy replied in moans and whimpers, his lids drooped in an expression that could only be described as pleasure. He did eventually nod, and a tingle of excitement rushed up the teen's spine at his agreement, followed by an aching desire. Ollie didn't know what to say or think; his mind was foggy with a sensation he hadn't really felt before, and something about sitting atop the attractive teen made him feel all sorts of ways, none of which he could fully understand. With each passing stroke, he became more and more flushed, his pleasure rapidly increasing as his eyes stayed fixed on that gripping hand. Taylor's other limb eventually did reach up to the cub's hips, but mostly to hold him steady, for the 9-year-old was starting to try and instinctively thrust into the teen's hand.

After a while, however, Taylor stopped-- not because he was getting tired or bored, quite the opposite, in fact. When he paused and withdrew his hand, Ollie defiantly tried to rub against him, but his cock slipped to the side without Taylor's hand to keep it steady. He parted his beak to speak, but stopped when the feline put a finger to his own lips, silencing him. He slowly moved, using his hands to ease the boy a little further back on his legs so that he could turn around, rolling onto his front and straining to reach the end table on the right-hand side of the bed. He rummaged within a drawer beneath and pulled out a clear bottle of something that Ollie didn't recognise. He watched as the teen squirted some onto his middle and index finger, before bringing it back and ducking it under the cub's cock, shoving his fingers between his feline cheeks.

"What're you doing?" The 9-year-old asked, his member bobbing up and down with the pumping of his blood, his ear-holes listening intensely to the lewd, wet sounds of those fingers sliding in and out. With each passing second, those wet sounds of him fingering his own most intimate parts becoming a little wetter and noisier as time went on. Watching him doing it was strange, but the cub couldn't complain; those noises made his dick tingle with delight, and the teen's occasional moans as he fingered himself were somehow alluring.

"Just...lubing myself up. Don't tell my mom, okay?" He insisted, and the avian quickly nodded, not wanting to ruin anything for his friend's brother.

"Okay..." Taylor muttered, glancing back at the cub to catch his nodding before withdrawing his digits and placing them on his ass cheek, grabbing and spreading it with his digits to reveal a pinkish hole hidden between his silverish cheeks. "Come on, stick it in."

"Stick it...in?" The cub was unsure what he meant, his eyes glancing from his own hard dick to that hole and back again. Taylor grimaced and strained to reach, managing to arch his back and crane his arm back enough to grab the main majority of the cub's cock, pushing it down with his fingertips so that the head smeared around the lower end of his ass cheeks.

"Oh, um, like this?" The cockatiel scooted forwards and let out something akin to a grunt as the head of his member stuffed itself in between those cheeks, angled ever so slightly by Taylor's pressing fingers so that the head of his member nudged and pressed against the teen's hole. His cock looked surprisingly large in comparison so such a small, tight entrance, but he didn't think on it too long-- namely because an inexplicable pleasure surged through his loins and up his spine, making him arch his back.

Taylor was pretty sure the 9-year-old was in now, and he felt the boy push forwards slightly, encouraged by the growing desire in his loins. It was surprisingly easy for Ollie to sink inside at first, but he did eventually meet some kind of resistance as the 16-year-old clenched and squeezed, grunting with a mixture of discomfort and delight. Though he'd tried using a few fingers before, but nothing as big as the boy's cock-- though he was struggling to take it, the pleasure he felt from that amply-sized cock pressing against his prostate as it slid deeper and deeper far outweighed the downsides. 

At around the halfway mark, Ollie paused, his body trembling with the intense feeling that spread around his body. Deep inside him, somewhere near his pelvis, he could feel a growing, heavy pressure that became tighter and more unbearable the deeper he went, hence why he'd stopped. As he pulled back, however, that pressure only became more prominent. A moan escaped his lips as his cock nudged backwards until the edge of his glans touched with the inside of the teen's hole, snugly locking him inside, so long as he didn't pull hard.

"T-This feels...I think I'm gonna pee..." The 9-year-old awkwardly said, and the teen knew from his own experiences when he went through puberty a couple of years ago what that meant.

"Keep going. Trust me." Taylor wriggled his ass left and right, sucking in his breath as the cub followed his instructions and stuffed himself deeper. With each inch that delved, the 9-year-old had to pause due to the resistance, and he eventually moved away as the feline loosened to accept him. The lubricant easily slickened up the boy's impressive member, so bar from the clenching, entry was otherwise smooth sailing.

Slowly, Ollie eased into an irregular rhythm. Sometimes his thrusts were quick and rapid as he was overtaken by lust and the carnal desire to fuck, but other times they were slow as he tried to hold himself back, beginning to feel as though if he went any further, something would happen. It was a struggle, however, for each little tug and push spurred on that feeling more and more, until he felt like he couldn't even hold it anymore. Yet, somehow, he persevered just a little bit more as the teen beneath him flexed his cheeks and grunted with every other thrust.

"That's it, right there...O-Oh, right there..." Taylor half-begged, half-moaned, and Ollie had no intention of stopping; the pleasure was just too good. His humps and thrusts quickly turned into quiet tweets and whimpers as he plunged deep, sinking himself already entirely into the teen's ass and only tugging and pushing barely an inch or two, his little balls pressing up against the snow leopard's furred cheeks. That thick, large tail wrapped leisurely around the 9-year-old's body as the wet sounds of the bird's hips meeting with that ass bounced around the room, over and over. Ollie quickly started to whimper louder the closer he got to his orgasm, having already been on the cusp for what felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, Taylor clamped beneath him and let out a shaky groan, his body tensing up and his innards squeezing tightly over and over, periodically spasming and milking the large thrusting cock as beneath him, his own member twitched between his sheets and his stomach, spurting sticky globs of cum that didn't even travel barely an inch forward, being quickly absorbed and soaked into the fabric of his bedsheets. His tight squeezing only encouraged Ollie more, and there was no chance he was going to last much longer than that. He shuddered and huffed, letting out a quiet, boyish gasp before he pushed down and flattened his front against the teen's back.

"O-Oh...!" He had no words to really accentuate what it was he was feeling, but Taylor could feel it, the hot throbbing and pumping, followed by a dull warmth that didn't seem to go too deep. The 16-year-old could only guess that he couldn't cum a whole lot yet, considering his age, but it ultimately didn't matter; the intoxicating pleasure, the heat of sex, and the delightful arousal were all more than good enough. 

After a few minutes, the cockatiel pulled, trembling as he shifted to the side and rolled over onto his back beside the snow leopard, panting tiredly from exhaustion. Taylor clenched himself and turned to roll onto his side, facing the 9-year-old, before he reached out and put a hand on his chest, snaking it down towards his stomach and to his half-limp, cum-coated cock. It twitched upwards instinctively when the feline's finger touched with the base, and the cub grunted, squirming a little.

"That felt really funny." The boy complained, and in response Taylor suppressed a grin, trying not to let the amusement bubble into a laugh; he had a feeling the avian would be a little peeved.

"But in a good way, right?" Taylor questioned. "Sex is meant to be feel good."

"That was sex?" His eyes widened as his face fell. "Mom told me I'm not meant to do that stuff."

"But it was fun, right? You wanted to learn what was going on with your dick anyway." Taylor pointed out. He'd manipulated his own younger brother enough in multiple ways to know how a 9-year-old's mind worked, more or less-- unsurprisingly, Ollie couldn't refute what the teen was saying and pouted, putting his hands across his chest and staring up at the ceiling.

"It was good..." His gaze trailed down and watched as Taylor slid his fingers up the boy's cum-covered dick, toying with his foreskin. Just the touch alone was enough to coax the boy's heart to pound and blood to pump, and he slowly started to get hard again, spurred on by tantalising pleasure.

"Can we go again?" The cockatiel sat up, his eyes glancing from his own dick to Taylor's body, raking down towards the feline's cock. "I wanna know how your thingy works."

"Hmm..." Taylor twisted and rolled his body to look at the alarm clock sitting on his end table, and whilst he checked the time, Ollie looked down at the feline's ass, eyes widening at the visible trail of cum that leaked from his hole and across the bottom of his cheek onto the bed. The 16-year-old rolled back with a wide grin, and cocked his legs up so that his ankles almost touched his cheeks.

"We've got time." He swished his tail to and fro, gesturing between his legs. "Get over here."

With a sheepish smile, the cockatiel moved to get into position. Zack was going to be none the wiser that his best friend was fucking his brother...but someday, the truth may come out. Until then, they'd enjoy one another, and Ollie would get all the teaching he needed.