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All I knew for certain was that my world was dominated by this beautiful creature before me.\n\n“My family just moved here from New Zealand,” he said. “But we’re originally from Holland.”\n\nThat explained the accent.\n\n“Cool,” I said. “My family’s lived here in the States for my whole life, though we moved here from DC when I was five.”\n\nHis eyes lit up. “Like, the capital of the United States?”\n\n“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t really remember much of it, though.”\n\n“That’s still so cool! I never got to see a capital city before,” Quinten said.\n\nI vaguely noticed my younger brother coming up along with another boy, a stoat like Quinten. \n\nBefore we could talk more, our mothers interrupted.\n\n“Alright, it’s time to get going,” my mother said. “Lovely to meet you, Linda.”\n\nI followed my mother back to her car after saying my goodbyes to Quinten and briefly meeting his brother, Johan. Sure enough, he was a classmate of my brother’s. And if our mothers became friends, that could be my ticket to see more of Quinten.\n\nYou see, there was one tiny complication with my crush on Quinten. I was eleven, a sixth grader. His brother, Johan? Same age as my brother, two eight year olds in third grade. But Quinten? He was the youngest of us, at six. My first crush was on a first grader.\n \nThat night, as I wound down for bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about Quinten. He was such a cutie. I got boners just thinking about him. In bed, I let myself indulge, wondering what he might look like naked, imagining his little body. I stroked myself thinking about him. \n\nI’d fantasized before while masturbating, but those had always just been idle fantasies. This time I was thinking about him. Thinking about his cute face and what it would look like up close, what he would taste like if I kissed him. What his penis would feel like in my mouth. 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I figured I could do mine at home.\n\nTogether we ran around, me chasing the little guy in a game of tag, letting him catch me and giving him a head start before I’d catch him, and the game would begin anew. When I’d catch him I’d lightly grab him, lift him up a little before setting him back down and bolting. He was so small, so easy to lift. When he’d catch me, sometimes he’d throw his arms around my waist and hold on for a second before setting off again. We went until we collapsed on the grass side by side, exhausted and giggling.\n\nHe snuggled up to me. I could feel his warmth even through our coats. I don’t know what possessed me, but in that moment, with him so close, I dared to sneak a kiss. Not anything romantic, just a peck of his forehead, but a kiss nonetheless.\n\nTime froze. What had I done? Sure, playing together was one thing. But to kiss him?\n\nA thousand possibilities ran through my head. What if he didn’t like it? What if he cried? Worse, what if he screamed? 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First


OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: The following story contains CUBBY MASTURBATION and KISSING. Not much to really warn about, it’s more a romance, but between two cubs with an AGE DIFFERENCE. So yeah, if that offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended, because YOU WERE WARNED. For everyone else… enjoy!


 
I’ll never forget the day that he entered my life.

It was the middle of September, just a few weeks into the new school year. When the final bell rang, I packed up my books for my homework that night, like usual, making sure to pack away my pencil box in just the exact right way so things wouldn’t get jostled around in my backpack. I said my goodbyes to my friends, and joined the line of cubs walking out to greet their parents in the school yard.

When I got outside, my mom was talking to someone new, somefur I’d never seen before. She was a stoat, a very different sort of creature to the arctic foxes that my mother and I were. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. My mom talked to a lot of other parents.

But then I laid eyes on her son. He had the cutest brown headfur, piercing green eyes, and when I got up to our parents, he introduced himself.

“Hi! I’m Quinten. What’s your name?”

His voice was like music to my ears. Sweet, smooth, a slight accent I couldn’t place. It took me a second to find my own voice.

“Luke. My name’s Luke,” I said.

“Nice to meet you!” Quinten said.

He offered his paw and I took it. My heart skipped a beat, my stomach tied in a knot, heck, there was even a rush of blood between my legs. Was this my first crush? Could crushes happen this fast? All I knew for certain was that my world was dominated by this beautiful creature before me.

“My family just moved here from New Zealand,” he said. “But we’re originally from Holland.”

That explained the accent.

“Cool,” I said. “My family’s lived here in the States for my whole life, though we moved here from DC when I was five.”

His eyes lit up. “Like, the capital of the United States?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t really remember much of it, though.”

“That’s still so cool! I never got to see a capital city before,” Quinten said.

I vaguely noticed my younger brother coming up along with another boy, a stoat like Quinten.

Before we could talk more, our mothers interrupted.

“Alright, it’s time to get going,” my mother said. “Lovely to meet you, Linda.”

I followed my mother back to her car after saying my goodbyes to Quinten and briefly meeting his brother, Johan. Sure enough, he was a classmate of my brother’s. And if our mothers became friends, that could be my ticket to see more of Quinten.

You see, there was one tiny complication with my crush on Quinten. I was eleven, a sixth grader. His brother, Johan? Same age as my brother, two eight year olds in third grade. But Quinten? He was the youngest of us, at six. My first crush was on a first grader.
 
That night, as I wound down for bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about Quinten. He was such a cutie. I got boners just thinking about him. In bed, I let myself indulge, wondering what he might look like naked, imagining his little body. I stroked myself thinking about him.

I’d fantasized before while masturbating, but those had always just been idle fantasies. This time I was thinking about him. Thinking about his cute face and what it would look like up close, what he would taste like if I kissed him. What his penis would feel like in my mouth. What his mouth would feel like around my penis.

The usual pleasurable feelings from my groin were different thinking about Quinten. It was more real somehow, fantasizing about an actual boy instead of just a generic IDEA of a boy. Just touching his paw was enough to get a reaction out of my penis. It was weird.

As I jerked it, I wondered if he’d be uncut, too. I knew most boys in my class were cut from peeking at them at the urinals in the bathroom school. They looked weird. Only one other boy in my class was also uncut, and he was, thankfully, my best friend, though I wasn’t sure if I’d dare to ask him to play with it. After all, he knew karate. He could kick my ass without even breaking a sweat if he didn’t like my suggestion.

But it wasn’t my best friend who came to mind. I’d never really thought about him while I masturbated. It was always younger boys. And now this young boy.

I imagined what his fur must feel like. He looked very soft and well-groomed. I imagined getting to touch him all over, see his bare body, feel it under my paws.

My thoughts got more intense. I imagined kissing him. What would he taste like? What did a little boy taste like? What did ANYONE? I hadn’t kissed anyfur yet so I had no idea, but if there was anyfur I wanted to have a first kiss with, it was Quinten.

That name. His name. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning it out as I imagined the feel of his little paws against my penis. I imagined him rubbing me as I rubbed his, rolling his foreskin back and forth over his glans as he did the same to mine. God, that was a good thought. Maybe if I was lucky he’d even let me kiss him there.

I sucked in a breath as I orgasmed, my penis twitching in the familiar tingly ecstasy. Some day I’d squirt, but not yet. I wondered vaguely when that might happen.

As I caught my breath, I found myself thinking, like I always did. Wasn’t it weird to be fantasizing about younger boys?
 
Sure enough, my mother struck up a friendship with Quinten’s mother through a church group they were both involved with, and that meant getting to see the boy on the regular. Shortly after we met, Quinten’s dad got into a car accident. He wasn’t hurt but his car was totaled and they didn’t have the money to replace it, so my mom started picking up Quinten and his brother from school and driving them home.

In the car, Quinten was energetic. He’d happily talk to me about his day and what he learned and what his friends were up to while my brother talked with his in the back of my mom’s minivan. Some days, we’d even stay there for a while, and I got to keep talking with Quinten while our moms talked.

One day in early November, Quinten wanted to go play outside with me. Our moms thought it was a nice idea.

We went outside together to play in his front lawn while his brother and mine worked on homework together. I figured I could do mine at home.

Together we ran around, me chasing the little guy in a game of tag, letting him catch me and giving him a head start before I’d catch him, and the game would begin anew. When I’d catch him I’d lightly grab him, lift him up a little before setting him back down and bolting. He was so small, so easy to lift. When he’d catch me, sometimes he’d throw his arms around my waist and hold on for a second before setting off again. We went until we collapsed on the grass side by side, exhausted and giggling.

He snuggled up to me. I could feel his warmth even through our coats. I don’t know what possessed me, but in that moment, with him so close, I dared to sneak a kiss. Not anything romantic, just a peck of his forehead, but a kiss nonetheless.

Time froze. What had I done? Sure, playing together was one thing. But to kiss him?

A thousand possibilities ran through my head. What if he didn’t like it? What if he cried? Worse, what if he screamed? What if he knew the secrets in my heart, and that kiss gave me away? He’d know that I liked him, and that would be the end of everything. What would he do?

My answer came quicker than I thought, and not what I expected. He giggled, smiled at me with those gorgeous green eyes, and he kissed my cheek.

Again my stomach filled with butterflies. I grinned, and pulled him up on top of me. Our noses touched. So close. If there was any time to try, it was now.

I kissed him again, this time on the lips. Not a grown-up kiss, not yet, at least. Just a peck. But it was my first kiss.

His smile never faded, though he did blush. He wrapped his arms around me and we rubbed our noses together.

“I really like you, Quinten,” I whispered.

“I really like you, too, Luke,” he replied.

I wanted to use a different word. Another L word. But was it that, or just a crush? I really wanted to say it. Screw it, I’ll give it a try.

“I think I love you,” I whispered.

He tilted his head. “Like a Mommy and Daddy love?” he asked.

I nodded.

“But we’re both boys,” he said.

The stinger. I knew the church wouldn’t approve. Our pastor talked a lot in his sermons about how homosexuality was wrong and evil. “I know. But I love you anyway,” I said.

He thought about that. Feeling the weight of him on top of me was giving me other feelings, too. My penis was rock hard in my pants. It was difficult to keep my paws from trying to  work his coat and shirt up and touch his bare fur.

The longer the pause went, the more I worried. “It’s okay if you don’t love me back,” I said. “I still like you and want to be your friend, if you’ll let me. If it isn’t weird.” Oh crap, had I made things weird? I made things weird, didn’t I?

Then he kissed me again. On the lips.

I blushed. He blushed, too. I glanced up at the house. No sign of our mothers. I couldn’t hear anyone else around, either. So I took the plunge. I cupped the back of his head and kissed him, trying out a real tongue kiss for the first time.

It was sloppy, I’ll admit. We had no idea what we were doing. But he opened his mouth, let my tongue in, even greeted it with his. I was making our with a first grader and loving every second of it.

We didn’t kiss for long. I was scared that someone might see. But I was grinning ear to ear, and so was he.

“I think I love you too, Luke,” he whispered.

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