Marco woke first. Last night had been TOO perfect... had it all been a dream? No, as soon as the thought had crossed his mind, he felt undeniable proof that it had all been real. Ezra was still inside him, still rock-hard... and softly snoring against his ear. Marco allowed himself a raunchy grin, and squeezed his pussy tightly around Ezra's dick. Ezra's still-asleep response was to grunt, thrust deeply a few times and then awake with a start when he had a sudden wet dream. He spent a few moments waking up and yawning in tired surprise. He then romantically rubbed Marco's chest and stomach.

“So...” he said sleepily, “trying to get me while I'm sleeping?”

“Not quite,” replied Marco, “You were still inside me when I woke up, so I thought I'd see what'd happen if I got a little raunchy. All I did was squeeze.”

“And that was enough to make me blow my load? Christ, I'm pathetic.”

“The squeeze didn't make you cum, it made you thrust a few times... then you came.” Marco used his tail to gently push Ezra's member out. Luckily for Marco's uncertainty about whether or not he could actually get pregnant, the condom hadn't burst, but it was bulging to overflow. The further he pushed Ezra's cock out, the more cum trickled out the bottom onto the bed. “Judging by this, you had quite a bit to spare despite your fountain yesterday morning, and little accident at the start.”

Ezra didn't bother being careful with this condom. With it being so full that some had already managed to leak out while his cock was still in it, he simply pulled it off and chucked it onto the bed beside him. He'd wash his duvet later. Right now, all he wanted to do was savour the moment he was sharing with Marco.

It was nearly lunchtime when the duo finally got out of bed. Ezra threw away the spent condom and got his duvet into the washing machine whilst Marco got a bath ready and called him over. Ezra was pleasantly surprised when Marco gestured for him to sit in the tub in front of him – he'd assumed Marco'd want a seperate bath. 

Marco washed Ezra's sweaty fur and carressed his mane, even taking the raunchy route of running his tail tip along Ezra's length as he worked. Bloody hell, the little iguana was insatiable, wasn't he? After almost half an hour of gentle cleaning and massaging, Ezra stood up, drained the bath, began refilling it and gestured for them to switch places. Now it was his turn to work on Marco.

Ezra's gentle touch continued to surprise Marco. Despite Ezra's venture into artistry, Marco'd always seen him as a butch, macho type who could stand up for himself and take nonsense from no one, yet here he was, delicate and soft. He let himself drift away as Ezra cleaned and massaged him... and gently bit his lip and let out a soft moan whenever those soft fingertips deliberately found their way down below.

The afternoon passed as if the weekend had gone according to its original plan. They stayed naked; who had time to get dressed in romantic company when all that was happening was playing videogames and hanging out? Their old, jaunty banter returned to them after the awkwardness of the previous night, and it was as if nothing had changed between them, even if they both knew that there was no way they'd go back to how it had been before. The occassional glance into each other's eyes, the loving smiles they shared amidst the jokes? They weren't just 'friends' anymore. They were boyfriend and... boy?friend. They were both wondering how they hadn't seen the chemistry they shared before.

The next morning, following another evening of raunchy playtime and sex, they both woke with a start when they heard a car door shut in the driveway just outside Ezra's bedroom window.

“Oh hell,” said Ezra, jumping up and hurrying to get dressed, “I think that's mum and dad!”

Marco started getting dressed, but stopped short in horror just after pulling up his pants. “Shit, my packer's still on the living room floor!” And with that, he rushed out into the living room to grab his bag, dildo and harness. When he got back into Ezra's room, he threw them into the corner of the room behind the computer desk.

The lock in the front door clicked as the key was inserted and turned, and Ezra and Marco both ran to the living room and sat down on the little two-seater couch, with the plan of turning on a game and hoping the noise of the console would fool Ezra's parents into thinking they hadn't heard them return.

Ezra's father passed the living room door on the way to his and his wife's bedroom, lugging their two bulging suitcases along with him. He paused in the doorway when he noticed the two friends, just beginning their videogame.
“I see gaming is more important than noticing we're back,” he said, false snark evident in his voice.

“Oh, dad!” Ezra feigned surprise, “That was you guys getting back? We thought it was the sound of the console starting up.”

“Since when do videogame consoles sound like car doors shutting? Doesn't that mean the thing's about to explode or something?”

“Did I say console? I meant the game.” Ezra hoped his dad wouldn't notice the blush he could feel appearing on his face as his unconvincing cover-up began unravelling. “They've sounded like car doors shutting since all the explosions and stuff. Why are you back so early? Mum said you guys'd be back Tuesday or Wednesday.”

Ezra's dad continued to his bedroom door, turned the key in the lock and pushed the suitcases inside as he explained.
“The campsite we ended up going to was almost full. Yesterday the weather started acting up and throughout the night our tent's pegs were beginning to come loose. The only reason the tent didn't fly away was because of us and our suitcases. We figured it'd be easier to just come home.” 

He came back into the living room and glanced at the TV, wondering what they were playing. He rolled his eyes when he noticed it was Call of Duty: The Stallion Wars. It always was.
“Why don't you play something OTHER than these shooting games?” he asked, “I've heard good things about a lot of open-world games.,”

“Because those games aren't often multiplayer,” replied Ezra. He and Marco shared a quick glance. Was this conversation leading to something, or was it just an attempt at small talk?

Ezra's mother then sauntered into the room.
“Good morning, cavemen, I see the curtains are all still pulled in here.” She stopped in her tracks when she noticed something behind the TV cabinet. “Hello... I thought I cleaned behind here last week.” She bent over to pull whatever it was out and Marco and Ezra both froze, slackjawed.

Dangling from her fingertips was the condom that Ezra had unfurled and tossed down. Apparently, it had landed behind the TV cabinet without either of them noticing it fly across the room from where he had stood in the doorway... and now it was being held up for all to see.

“Oh,” Ezra said after a tense silence. “That's where that went.”

“So, who's the lucky girl?” asked Ezra's mother teasingly, looking from one blushing boy to the other “I'm assuming that one of you used this thing. It wasn't there when we left on Friday.”

Ezra was silent for a long time, thinking long and hard. On one hand, he could say nothing, which would likely, if inadvertantly put Marco in the blame. On the other hand, he could spill everything and likely have his parents call him a freak, that it was unnatural to fall in love with Marco.
And then, just when it seemed like the silence would physically crush him... suddenly, it all became clear. Regardless of what happened now, they'd find out. They always found out about his secrets, either by him accidentally or intentionally telling them, or in that way that parents always know everything.

He reached over to Marco and pulled him into an embrace, puckering up and delivering a big, sloppy kiss to the mouth. Marco's initial shock melted away, and he was soon returning the kissing hug. Ezra's parents watched in a stunned silence until the two lovers broke off.

“Oh,” said his father at length, “I see.”

Ezra let his gaze sweep between his parents. “Go on, say it's wrong, call me a freak or whatever. Let's just get it all out now so we all know where everyone stands in this situation.”

Ezra's mother held both hands up as if surrendering, the condom landing on her hoof. “No, no,” she said quickly, “Not wrong, just... unexpected.”

“We didn't know you two felt that way about each other,” added his father.

“Neither did we, until Friday night,” said Marco quietly.

Ezra's parents shared a glance. Sure, they were definitely shocked by this turn of events, but also happy. They had been expecting Ezra to fall for a mare, or even another stallion rather than a lizard, but his shy nature had almost made them resign to the fact that he'd be single for years, if not his whole life. Something in the pair's attitude during that warm embrace, the slobbery kiss, it reminded them of their early dates. Who were they to break apart two people genuinely in love with each other? Ezra's mother looked back at the shy pair, and let a warm smile cross her muzzle.

“I'll admit,” she said slowly, “you two were very cute together just now. We're not angry, we're not calling it wrong... love's love, isn't it? Just... next time, please don't leave the evidence behind the TV, alright?”

“That one wasn't used,” said Marco, nudging Ezra in the arm, “Ol' Romeo here unravelled it before putting it on.”

“Well, I didn't need to know that,” she replied.

“And since I'm about to begin dating the fuck out of your son,” Marco continued, “I think you guys ought to know that I'm not quite a boy either.”

That got Ezra's mother's imagination working. What the blazes did he mean? She soon got her answer. Marco pulled up his shirt, revealing his twinky pecs. He then let it fall down again and unzipped his pants, revealing not only that he wasn't wearing underwear (he hadn't had time in the mad rush earlier), but also his feminine lady parts. She shielded her eyes and turned away, going beetroot red.

“And I DEFINITELY DIDN'T need to see that!” she shouted. Secretly, the awkward, steamy atmosphere was starting to get her own hormones going, but she wasn't about to let her son and his boy...girl...romantic interest know that. “I'm just going to get rid of this,” she picked up the condom, “and leave you two to do... whatever it is that floats your boat.”

She slapped her husband on the wrist and shot him a meaningful look as she left the room. He'd accidentally been staring at Marco's parts, but the slap brought him back to reality with his own awkard blush. He tried to play the 'father proud of his son for getting with a girl' card by flashing the pair a quick raunchy thumbs up and smile, but he knew it would look foolish.

“Good one, boys, you have fun together, alright?” he felt stupid for what he'd just said and left the room groaning to himself, head in his hands for not knowing what to say.

Marco zipped his pants back up again and shot Ezra a look. “Whoops,” he said.

They stared at each other for a few moments and then burst out into embarrassed laughter. It seemed to clear the air. By the time the laughter finished, it was as if nothing had happened just now to interrupt them. Just as they were ready to get back to their videogame, Ezra's blushing father came back into the room.

“So... boys,” he was shyly running his hand through his mane, refusing to look up from the floor at them, “There's only one condom left in the box. You've been... really having fun, I guess. Ezra, I've convinced your mother that doing the grocery shopping will help everyone get accustomed to this, so... you've got a little bit more time to yourselves to... you know. If you want to. We're leaving in a few minutes.” And with that, he left them to their devices to get ready to go into town with his wife.

They waited in silence as for a few minutes longer until they heard the car's doors close. Then they looked back at each other.

“Your dad isn't as confident talking about this as I had thought,” said Marco.

Ezra nodded. “I guess it IS a lot to take in.”

 “Well, this weekend may not have gone according to plan, and you're parents immediately found out in the most awkward way possible... but, you know what? I wouldn't change a thing.”

Ezra walked his fingers up Marco's tail, “Neither would I, my love. There is only one question I have left. Would YOUR parents approve?”

“Are you kidding?” Marco idly ran his fingers through Ezra's own tail, “Because of what I am, they, like me, expected I'd never find anyone who'd be willing to look past my... differences. They'd be overjoyed, and my sister would be jealous!”

“She doesn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend?” 

“She's straight, Ezra. She wouldn't have a girlfriend. But she's yet to get a boyfriend either... I can't wait to tell her I beat her to the punch!”

Ezra traced his fingertip across Marco's snout. “How about we take my parents up on their offer of a couple hours privacy? They know everything now, might as well use the last condom, right?”

A naughty smirk spread across Marco's face, and he mimed a frisky kiss. It was the only answer Ezra needed. He ran to the bathroom, put on the last condom, bolted back to the living room and sat down on the little couch, his unzipped boner poking out through his jeans. Marco unzipped his own pants and sat on top of him. This time, he was the rider, not the ridden, and he made sure that Ezra felt every movement within his silky walls.

Marco and Ezra shared another loving gaze and kissed again as they fucked. It may not have been what they'd planned for their weekend, but it had ended up so much better.