Author's Note:  the following story is a work of furry fiction.  Being such a deviant piece of literature, it may contain depictions of sexual situations between characters of the same sex, and just sex in general.  Also, you may read about first times.  Other than that, it's perfectly safe!  No, really...if you don't like the content, don't unwrap the cellophane.  In any case, read and enjoy.
(c) 2008 Kaden Matthias Shadows

Journal Entry: February 16, 2008
Written exclusively to Remind myself.

OK, so here's me doing something I thought I never would: writing the story of my fiirst time. It started as just another day out with my friend Patrick, a big, slightly pudgy tiger with blue stripes in his orange fur. I am a little scrawny white fox, so he was a lot bigger than me to begin with, and this being my first time didn't really help matters any. But I'm getting ahead of myself. 

We met up at my house, after I got off work (I'm a cook in a drive-in restaurant). I wasn't even supposed to be there that day, but I came in to help because they had about 4 people call in "sick". Anyway, I got off work around 2pm, and after a hour long bus ride, I walked the mile from the bus stop to my house while singing (badly) to Mushroomhead's "Simple Survival" on my MP3 player. 

I walked in the door, and was assaulted by my mother's little feral puppy, Desiree. After I managed to make her chill out a bit, I logged into my computer to check my messages and play World of Warcraft for a while. It was about 45 minutes later when Patrick called me and asked if I wanted to go somewhere with him. Naturally, I jumped at the offer, and told him to pick me up at around 6 ( it was about 4:30 when he called). I immediately went and jumped in the shower, making absolutely certain to clean every single spot he might conceivably want to touch, despite the doubt that he'd want to which was gnawing away at the back of my mind. I have a problem with self confidence sometimes. 

He got there at about 6:10, and I was already dressed to suit him. I'd worn my nice jeans, and a skintight black sleeveless shirt, with a nice, broken in pair of ADIDAS, plus my trenchcoat and studded leather collar, which I know he likes. I also wore the wristband he gave me, a Sonic the Hedgehog one. I walked out to the car, feeling a little bit nervous, but otherwise pretty good. When I sat down, he asked if I had a specific place I wanted to go. It was right about then that my dad called, asking if I wanted to come meet him at the mall near my work, and maybe get some chow afterwards. I was all for it, and Patrick hadn't met my dad, so off we went.

When we got there, he was nowhere to be seen, so we went to Hot Topic for a bit, just to kill some time. Turns out that was my dad's destination anyway. Needed to return a belt or some such. Anyhow, we left the mall after that, and went to my dad's apartment, where his girlfriend, Ashley, was dying her hair. So while waiting for her hair to be ready to leave, Patrick and I went to my work and I withdrew some money from my check to pay for our dinner. 

When we got back to the apartment, Ashley's hair was done and we were set to go. We decided to go to BJ's Brewhouse, and since my dad is a regular there, we got seated immediately. I ordered the grilled chicken pasta, he got the turkey cobb sandwich. We both enjoyed it immensely, an after the meal, we went back to my dad's apartment where we sat and watched "Reefer Madness!" and "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" until about 3am. After we left there, the two of us went to the lake and, after finding a suitable spot, crawled into the backseat, where he sat and I lay in his lap. It was about 16 degrees outside, so we were both pretty chilled, but not too badly. After about 15 minutes of just sitting, I was feeling a bit sleepy. Needless to say, I was more than a little surprised when I felt a big, warm paw reach down and grab my gear. Giving off a startled yip, I squirmed a bit in Patrick's lap.

"Relax, puppy." he whispered in my ear, "This will be fun, I promise. And remember, it is my birthday, and I haven't gotten a present yet." A slight giggle accompanied this last, because I had promised him a good birthday present. But doing this felt to me more like he was giving me a present, not the other way around. Apparrently, he disagreed. Now, he had been kneading me this whole time, so I was about ready to go. He took off my shoes and belt, putting them in the front seat. How he did this without stopping the action on my crotch, I don't know. But he did. Next came my coat, and my pants, leaving me in just my shirt, socks, underwear, and collar. About this time, he told me to move, and sit on the other side of the car. A bit confused, I did as asked. 

He then took my underwear from me, and my shirt, leaving me nude, except for my socks and collar. Then he proceeded to go down on me, hungrily. He was quite good, too. But he stopped after just a couple of minutes, leaving me out of breath, but wanting more. I was not to be disappointed. He picked me up and sat my legs on his shoulders, leaving my face in the seat. I was confused again, until I felt his tongue on my tailhole. It was my first rimjob, too, so I was taken by surprise. Turns out that his plans went a lot further than that. He rimmed me for about 5 minutes, and then stuck a finger inside. I thought it would hurt, but nope. Smooth as silk, actually. It was 2 fingers that kinda hurt, but it was a good hurt. After that, he got down to it, applying some lube to me and a condom to himself, just in case. 

God it felt good to get stuffed full of big ole kitty! Picking me up again, he put me in his lap and proceeded to pump in and out, gradually building up speed. I couldn't help myself. I started jacking as he pumped, my knot swelling to full size in a matter of moments. He must've thought it was pretty hot, though, because he actually got harder, and pumped faster. We kept at it for a good 45 minutes, and then all at once, we both just popped. I came all over his backset, by far the most I'd ever done before, while he filled the rubber so full it pulled itself off him when he pulled out.

 It was about then, when we stopped moving and generating heat, that we remembered how fucking cold it was, so we both cleaned up as much as possible, then put our clothes back on. After we armed back up a bit, we got back into position and just sat and cuddled for a while. Problem is, it was already about 5 in the morning and we both drifted off into sleep. At about 6:35, we woke up with a jerk, having heard a car horn blare from the nearby road. Looking at one another, blushing ( at least on my part), we agreed it was time to go home. We didn't manage this for another ten minutes, because Patrick insisted on telling me precisely why and what he loved most about his "birthday foxxeh" as he put it. His constant teasing about my blushing didn't really help anything either. So home we went, him dropping me off at my house, and heading for his own den. Conversation was muted during the drive, but he called me the next morning to make sure I was alright. All I could do was giggle, and assure him I was beyond OK.

So there you have it. The story of my first time, teenager style, in the back of a car. We are still seeing each other, so life is good.
Thanks for reading,

Kaden M. Shadows