Marco was stunned. After he'd let slip his secret of being a cuntboy, he'd anticipated being called names, being told to go home and that Ezra never wanted to see him again... Instead, Ezra had pulled his shirt off, revealing his softly defined pecs and abs. There was a long silence, Ezra doing his best not to look uncomfortable standing shirtless in front of his best friend, Marco trying not to stare too intrusively.

“Um... wow,” said Marco at length, “You're pretty buff, for someone fresh out of art college.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” asked Ezra, genuinely confused by the statement.

Marco had to admit that he had no idea what he'd just said. “I... I dunno. I guess what I'm trying to say is, you're hot.” Marco clapped his hands over his mouth when he realised what he'd just let slip. “Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so... forward”

“Forget about it... Though I have to say, this situation hasn't gotten any less awkward since it started.”

“You're right...” Marco removed his own shirt, revealing his own finely toned body. His scales shimmered lightly with the reflections of the living room lights. Ezra found himself staring. “It's only fair you get to have a look too.”

“I didn't mean it like –”

“Look, Ezra, we're already there, alright? There's not really any going back from all the secrets and hormones.” He unzipped his pants. “Should we just get the staring all over with?” He reached into his pants, beneath his tail and unclipped the harness for his packer, pulling it and his dildo out and holding it aloft as proof of what he'd told Ezra.

Ezra knew at that moment that Marco hadn't been lying. The bulge was gone; the dildo was the cause of it. Now he felt awkward... there Marco was, going ahead and beginning to fully undress so they could get all this over with, and all he could do was stand there motionlessly, staring at him. He snapped back to reality to undo his belt and unzip his own pants. Since he was standing, they instantly fell down with a 'thunk!' caused by the belt's buckle and revealed his red and white polka-dot boxers.

Marco paused at this in surprise, his harness still held in his hand... then the dildo fell out of its holster and slapped against the carpet. The sound of the impact made them both jump in fright and stare at it. It seemed to break the ice. They both chuckled quietly as they looked back at each other.

“Well, a dildo slapping the floor's apparently a good ice-breaker,” said Marco as he pushed his own pants off, revealing his navy-blue briefs. 

Now they were both in just their underwear, their near-nakedness seemed to diminish the awkwardness of the situation... and neither could deny – they were both feeling horny. A simple gaze into each other's eyes confirmed it for both of them.

“So... who loses them first?” asked Ezra.

“You pulled your shirt off first,” said Marco, taking in a deep breath and letting it back out to steady himself, “so here goes nothing.” And with that off came his briefs, revealing to Ezra that yes, there was a vagina, not a dick, hidden down under. Marco's toned, manly upper body was a perfect contrast to his femine lower body, stirring the best of both worlds in Ezra's mind. He realised that he had been staring again and Marco was waiting for the favour to be repaid, so he quickly whipped off his boxers. Ezra's half-erect boner started getting harder as Marco stared.

Watching Ezra's cock getting hard in front of his own eyes was stirring Marco's hormones. He reached toward his pussy so he could begin getting off, then he remembered that he was staring at his friend, not some random person on a porno site. He tried to feign his intention by instead placing his hand on his stomach and smiling cheekily. He knew his blush would betray his horniness, but he didn't care at the moment.

“Getting a bit horny, are we?” he asked toyingly.

“Heh... maybe,” said Ezra, looking down at his rock-hard cock. He flicked it at the medial ring, making it sway back and forth.

“Are you trying to hypnotise me with your dick?” Marco asked, his eyes following the swaying cock.

“I dunno,” Ezra shrugged, “Is it working?”

“We'll see.” Marco decided to try his own teasing. He spread open his pussy's lips. He chuckled quietly when he noticed Ezra's flare swelling and his conflicted between mesmerized and confused facial expression. “How about that? You like?”

Ezra stared dumbly. He didn't know what he could say to respond to that other than shouting out 'YES'. He thought that'd make him sound stupid, so he decided to try something else.
“Well, you said it yourself, Marco. We've gone past the point of no return here. Would you mind if I...  played around for a bit?” He wiggled his finger in a way that mimed fingering.

Marco let his grip on his pussy's lips loosen as he thought. Ezra was right, they had gone past the point of no return, as he had indeed said. He curled his tail out of the way and spread his legs open slightly. “If I'm allowed to toy with yours after.”

Ezra nodded as he knelt down in front of Marco, his boner almost poking him in the face. Marco was chuckling at this, and he had to admit that given the circumstances, it was pretty funny. He let out his own quick chuckle and then gingerly rubbed his fingertip around the edge of Marco's vagina. Marco was taken aback at how soft the fuzz on Ezra's fingertip was; the pleasure was so intense that he let out a surprised squeal.

“Are you sure you've never done this before?” he asked breathlessly as Ezra did further loops.

“I have no idea what I'm doing,” Ezra confirmed as he let his fingertip enter Marco. Marco couldn't focus – the concentration on keeping his tail curled up vanished, and it unfurled with a thump against the recliner. He also couldn't stop himself from letting out small gasps as Ezra's finger slowly entered and exitted.

“Then it must be your fuzzy fingertips, 'coz my god, you've got the touch!” Marco's back was arching and his toes were curling as the pleasure began overwhelming him.

Ezra continued slipping his finger in and out, up and down. Marco couldn't stop making adorable squeaking moans as he was teased. Ezra paused and had a gasp of his own when he felt his own member getting tickled. He glanced down to see that Marco was running the very tip of his tail up his shaft. The tickling caused him to flare up again, this time also releasing a small bead of precum. Marco picked the bead up with his tail tip as he made his way to the tip, holding it up close to his face to get a better look.

“Are you pent-up or something? I barely touched you.”

“I shouldn't be,” replied Ezra, going back to teasing Marco's velvety lips, “I came so hard this morning that it went halfway up the bathroom wall while I was sitting down in the tub.”

“No kidding?” Marco went back to running his tail tip up and down Ezra's member.

The toying about was stirring powerful feelings and emotions in both of them. After hiding his secret for so long, Marco couldn't think of a good reason as to why he hadn't told Ezra sooner. As for Ezra, he couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather be with than Marco – they'd been friends for so long, and this was making him think of the next step.

After a few more minutes of foreplay, Ezra stopped tickling Marco's clit and pulled out his finger. The abrupt stop made Marco confused.
 “This is fun and all, Marco...” said Ezra, “but since we're already so close to it anyway, should we go all the way before we teeter over the edge?”

“That sounds good,” Marco pulled his tail away from Ezra's dick and rubbed it across his furry chest instead. “But I don't know if pregnancy applies to me. I don't want to have something happen when I'm not ready for it.”

The statement gave Ezra a eureka moment. He suddenly remembered what his dad had told him that morning about his hidden condoms. So much for not needing them.

“Hang on a second, I know where I can find some condoms,” he said as he stood up and headed to the bathroom.

Ezra pulled out the bottom drawer of the vanity where the lube was kept. Reaching behind the end of the drawer, sure enough, resulted in his hand closing around a small box. He pulled it out out and... extra large condoms. That was another dad fact he hadn't wanted to know, but it was too late now. He grabbed a pair of condoms and put the box back.

Marco waited patiently. Despite the arousal that was flowing throught his body and thoughts, he was still confused about the situation. Considering Ezra had been blushing nonstop with him throughout their play session, he knew that Ezra felt the same. But, something about it felt so... right. He looked down at his packer and wrapped his tail around it to pick it up. As he held it in front of him, distantly gazing at it, it seemed so stupid that he had ever thought he needed it. He tossed it toward his bag, and it landed beside it. At the very least, he won't be needing it this weekend.

Ezra opened one of the condom's he'd grabbed and unfurled it. He curled it up in his fist and then reentered the living room. “Hey, Marco,” he said. When his friend looked up at him, he let the condom unravel so its full length dangled from his fingertips.

“Bloody hell, are you planning on ramming me with a frickin' tree trunk?” Marco raised his eyebrows in feigned shock. “Plus, how do you plan to put it on now that it's unravelled?”

“Oh.” Ezra hadn't thought of that. He tossed the unfurled one aside and unwrapped the other one to put it on properly. Marco watched him with interest.

“Christ, you actually fit one of those? I thought it'd be all baggy.”

“I'm full of surprises,” said Ezra. “How do you want to do this?”

Marco thought for a moment. “I guess it'd be better in your bed, in case we get leakage. Might as well do it somewhere where we can easily wash up afterward.”

“Good point,” Ezra reached over and scooped Marco into his arms, causing a whoop of alarm from Marco, followed by excited snickering.

“Don't go getting all romantic and wussy on me, Ezra,” Marco teased, stroking Ezra's mane as he was carried to the bedroom. “I may be the one with the pussy, but I am still technically a dude, remember.”

“You wanna be a dude? Here you go.” Ezra made sure he wouldn't miss, and then dumped Marco onto the bed, causing another shout of alarm, and then dropped down beside him. He then realised that he didn't know how to continue from here, so he started stroking Marco's chin.

“Your chin-tassles are surprisingly soft,” said Ezra.

“They're not called chin-tassles,” said Marco, relishing the gentle touch.

“Then what are they?”

“They're... they're...” Marco was taken aback. His mind was so full of romantic, dirty thoughts, that he honestly couldn't remember the name of the flaps under his chin. He shrugged. 
“I can't think of the name at the moment...” he reached over with his finger and ran it up the length of Ezra's condomed member. “Shall we instead get the dirty business started?” He grinned naughtily as he noticed Ezra's flaring tip and glazed expression.

“Alright then... Um... I REALLY don't know what I'm doing here, so... sorry if I screw it up.”

“I don't know either, so just focus on screwing ME, and I'll do my best to make it easy for you.” Marco arranged himself so he was on his side and back-to-stomach against Ezra.

Ezra hugged up close, looking over Marco's shoulder down at his cock, so he could do his best to guide his length inside those soft lips. Gently pressing his member against Marco's warm abdomen made Ezra shiver with ecstacy. When he felt Marco's lips begin to part ways to his cock, he was overcome with an overwhelming feeling of pleasure that made him moan quietly. He carefully pushed himself further inside... but he'd only managed to get his length barely halfway into Marco's soft, velvety pussy before he was tipped over the edge.

With gasps and moans, Ezra came. He felt his seed being pulsed powerfully out, felt the condom wrapped around him bulging out as it was filled.

'Oh, shit,' was the only thought that was able to pass through his mind as he gasped the last few convulsions away.