Ezra pulled his dick out of Marco's pussy, the full condom bulging over his receding flare. He was so unbelievably embarrassed. They'd gone from awkward conversation, to gazing over each other's bodies, to foreplay... and after all that, simply touching the soft velvety lips of Marco's vagina had immediately pushed him over the tipping point. His first time anywhere near girl parts... even if they were attached to a male, and he'd blown his load on first entry.

“I am SO sorry, Marco,” he said, his blush coming back in full force, “I don't know what happened.”

He was taken aback by Marco's sudden, mocking laughter. Marco lifted up Ezra's softening cock by curling his tail tip beneath it.

“I'll tell you what happened, mate,” said Marco, looking directly into Ezra's eyes with cheerful mockery, “I felt SO amazing that you just couldn't handle me!” He chuckled for a few more moments before his false mockery became seriousness. “But honestly, I don't care. First time for both of us, right? Things were bound to go at least a little bit wrong somewhere along the line.”

Ezra allowed himself a sheepish smile. “Heh... I suppose. But after all the awkwardness, I was really looking forward to making you feel special.”

Those words melted Marco's heart. He bent around and gave Ezra a quick kiss on the side of his muzzle. Ezra paused and stared at Marco in shock, who grinned cheekily back. “The weekend's still young...” said Marco, “and by the way, it's called a dewlap.”

“A wholap?”

“Dewlap.” Marco ran his finger along the underside of his neck. “My so-called 'chin tassles'. I can remember now that you're not trying to stick yourself into my sweet spot.”

Ezra was caught in the romantic moment. He grinned back, his blush finally beginning to fade.

“It's still 'chin tassles' to me, Marco.” He rose up from the bed. “Anywho, give me a sec. I gotta deal with this condom before it slips off and gets my juices everywhere.”

“Take your time,” Marco's tail passed through the long hair of Ezra's own. “I need you nice and ready for round two.”

Round two? Ezra was surprised Marco wanted to try again after that embarrassment of a first attempt. As he carefully pulled the condom off and threw it into the kitchen bin, he did his best to convince himself that all of this was because of a spur of the moment, that after tonight he didn't want any more... but he just couldn't do it. 
He wanted round two. Hell, he wanted a round three, four, maybe even ten. Sure, the evening had become ungodly awkward, and his premature ejaculation had made him feel like he didn't deserve a second chance... but all he could think of was how soft, how inviting, how warm Marco's pussy had been. Marco himself had been so considering, so gentle... it was like some sappy romantic comedy where it was love at first sight. 
They'd seen each other so many times before... love had never even crossed Ezra's mind. But the young stallion couldn't deny: tonight had opened his eyes. He'd made up his mind – if there was to be a round two, he'd need another condom. He'd foolishly unfurled the first one, getting it on would be a mission and a half... besides, where had he tossed it to again? Oh well. He returned to the bathroom and grabbed another condom from their hiding place.

Marco lay on the bed waiting partly in bliss, partly in self-hate. He felt really bad for mocking Ezra's immediate climax, and he wanted to make it up to him. He found himself longing for the stallion to hurry the hell up and just get back onto the bed. He knew the thought was more than a little selfish, but the way that Ezra had been so gentle, so kind? He had a suspicion that the feelings of lust were mutual.
However brief the contact with Ezra's dick had been, he had felt both more full and more pleasured than ever before. His scaly fingers felt so insignificant, almost painfully rough in comparison to Ezra's fuzzy fingertips and massive, supple cock. Just the thoughts were overwhelmingly enticing.
Why had he ever worried that Ezra would shun him over this? It had been barely half an hour since his secret had slipped, but it felt like he'd been free of it for years; this moment was just THAT good. He had to know if Ezra felt the same way about him.

Marco came back from his thoughts with a start when something square slapped against his forehead. He reached up to remove it and held it so he could see. It was a condom, still in its packet.

“Earth to Marco,” said Ezra as he sat down beside him. He tried, and failed, to dodge the condom as Marco threw it back at him. He had to sneeze after it lodged itself into his nostril.

“Earth right back at ya,” was Marco's playful reply, followed by a few moments of laughter from both of them.

They shared a few minutes of companionable silence as they gazed into each other's eyes and over each other's bodies, trying to determine if their lustful, romantic feelings were going both ways. Ezra decided that he should break the silence with an attempt at romance.

“Hey, Marco?” he said, waiting for Marco to nod that he'd heard him before continuing, “If you'd asked me yesterday whether or not I was in love with anyone, I would've said no...” he let his wandering gaze return to Marco's eyes. “If you were to ask me now, I think I'd say yes.”

Marco's eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. “And on the off chance I WERE to ask you who that someone you're in love with is, would you tell me?” he asked sheepishly

There was no spoken answer. Instead, Ezra pulled himself forward and gave Marco a long, unbroken kiss on the mouth. Marco was taken aback at first, but was soon able to register what the kiss meant. It was Ezra's answer: he was in love with HIM. He rolled over and hugged his new boyfriend, getting lost in the delicious, loving kiss.

He pulled back from Ezra's loving lips when he felt something rising against his stomach.
“Do I feel that someone's ready for round two?” he whispered to the stallion.

Ezra answered by unpackaging and putting on another condom before immersing himself in another deep, romantic kiss. He didn't need to see what he was doing; his eyes closed, his mind focused entirely on getting it right this time, instinct guided him inside Marco. This time, his careful, slow insertion was able to get him all the way in.

Marco moaned the further Ezra went inside, and he let out a loud gasp as the stallion hilted inside him. He felt so full... so... right. He squeezed against Ezra's cock and then released. He continued squeezing and releasing, listening to Ezra's pleasured moans and gasps throughout the remainder of their kiss. He only stopped when Ezra pulled away and started gyrating his hips.

The rhythmic motions were all-encompassing. Marco lay on his back, nibbling on his claws as indescribable ecstacy overcame him... Then Ezra stopped gyrating, and started thrusting.

Ezra began grunting in rhythm with his thrusts and Marco's gasps and squeaks became louder and louder. In and out, in and out. Marco could feel the overwhelming sensations that came and went every time Ezra's medial ring brushed inside. He could feel himself getting closer to the brink...

Ezra was lost in the moment. Marco was so warm, so soft... he'd imagined putting his dick into a vagina... but no thought, no daydream, had prepared him for the real deal. Marco was a boy with girl bits... Technically, Ezra knew he had given in to his uncertainty with gayness. But, he also knew that this special circumstance was also letting him be straight at the same time. So, he had successfully not come to a conclusion on which side of the fence he'd fall, whilst at the same time giving in to both sides. He didn't see anything wrong with that.

Ezra found that Marco was getting tighter and tighter. Between all the lustful kissing they were sporatically sharing, he glanced down to see that Marco's legs and tail were beginning to curl up, tighter and closer to his body. He stopped, unsure what it meant.

“What's happening?” he asked, “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, you idiot!” Marco gasped, only just managing to stop himself from slapping Ezra silly for denying him his moment, “Keep going!”

Ezra started thrusting again, slowly at first, until he found his original rhythm. Marco began clenching up again and his moans and squeaks became more frequent. And then, blissful release.

Marco had his first real climax. He was surprised that while he did squirt, it was nowhere near as much as what had left him that morning. Maybe Ezra's cock blocked some of it or just slowed its progress. It didn't matter – all that mattered was it was happening.

As for Ezra, the sudden clench, unclench, clench, unclench convulsions that were racking through Marco's pussy, and the slipperiness that his squirt granted, were making him overwhelmingly sensitive.

Marco continued moaning and grunting, his fist over his mouth and eyes closed in pleasure as Ezra continued. “Keep going, Ezra,” he was eventually able to gasp through the all-encompassing bliss, “You deserve a proper finish too.”

“I don't want to push you too far,” said Ezra as he carried on. He felt close, but so soon after another ejaculation? Chances were good he'd feel close for ages before it finally let itself out. With Marco having just had his finish, he didn't want to tax the young iguana. “So soon after another one, I might be going for a while.”

“Shut up and keep fucking,” came the whispered response.

And so he did. For another few minutes, Ezra continued thrusting... then, he came again. Having actually managed to properly fuck this time, the feelings that coursed through his loins were more intense than ever before. The final few collossal thrusts made Marco clench up again, making the moment even more enjoyable for both of them. Keeping himself inside, Ezra picked Marco up and lay the both of them down on their sides so they were back-to-stomach again. There were several minutes of heavy-breathing, silent bliss.

“There you go, boy,” said an exhausted Marco after some time, “That was so much better than a handy, wasn't it?”

Ezra's response was to stroke Marco's 'chin tassles' again and kiss him on the cheek. He too, was exhausted.
“It was... and YOU are SO much better without that silly little packer, love.”

That one word made Marco indescribably happy. Tears of joy rolled down his face as he kissed Ezra back. “After years of being unsure whether anyone would want me, I needed to hear that word,” he said, “Thank you so much, Ezra. I may never have thought this would happen... as in, EVER, but I'm glad it did, love.”

And with the happiness and contentness only the best kind of company can offer flowing through the both of them, the two boyfriends soon fell asleep.