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Wonder how many first times go anything like this?\n\nThis is the first story I’ve written entirely on my phone, while I was on a trip with the family. Well, minus the final editing. I’m pretty happy with it. [name]IronTiger626[/name] helped me with the title; thanks tiger!\n\nYou might want to check the tag before reading, and you [i]should[/i] be eighteen before reading, and I would love if you commented! Fave if you like it ;3\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Something something ditching virginity with slutty friend’s help. Wonder how many first times go anything like this?

This is the first story I’ve written entirely on my phone, while I was on a trip with the family. Well, minus the final editing. I’m pretty happy with it. IronTiger626 helped me with the title; thanks tiger!

You might want to check the tag before reading, and you should be eighteen before reading, and I would love if you commented! Fave if you like it ;3
", "writing": "[center][b]What Are (Slutty) Friends For?[/b][/center]\n\n[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]\n\n\n\nJeremy and Graham were playing video games and chatting. Graham was doing most of the chatting. He had the gift of being able to talk and aim at the same time.\n\n“So this guy is trying to chat me up, but really badly. Normally it’s cute when they’re all shy and stuff, but he was so close to being just plain afraid of me that it was cringe. And he’s pitching himself as a top, which totally doesn’t work like that for me.”\n\n“Uh huh.” Jeremy muttered, dodging behind a piece of virtual cover on screen before a torrent of angry laser poured past. As usual the red panda carried his half of the conversation on autopilot while he focused on the game. The talkative raccoon never seemed to mind.\n\n“I wanted to give this guy a chance because he’s got a nice tail and you can see he’s big through his pants. So I’m super disappointed about- hey, sniper on the left.”\n\n“Got it.” Jeremy lobbed a smoke grenade in that direction and weaved his way toward the potential annoyance.\n\n“Total waste of prime beefcake.” Graham resumed, his own side of the firefight uninterrupted throughout the digression. “So I tell him ‘come back and talk big to me when he’s not such a virgin about it.’”\n\n“What?” Jeremy asked, his own mask-patterned face swiveling to Graham.\n\nA loud bang from the speakers and his controller’s angry vibration told him immediately that he’d looked away with remarkably poor timing.\n\n“You still up?” The raccoon asked, frantically mashing his control sticks.\n\n“No. Watch for that sniper, I didn’t get him.”\n\nA few seconds later Graham’s half of the screen flipped to third person as well, his avatar flopping to the simulated ground under the contrail that skimmed along at head height.\n\n“Crud.” He said, dropping his controller to the ground.\n\n“Hey, go easy on my hardware.” Jeremy said, swiping the mounded plastic off the ground to look for scratch marks.\n\n“Sorry, I’ll remember to bring my own next time.” Graham apologized lightly. (As you do, when your buddy flips over any little scratch and try as you might you can’t understand why he gives a darn.) He leaned back on the couch, rubbing his eyes. “We got pretty far that time.”\n\n“Yeah.” Jeremy agreed. Finding no scuffs worth complaining about and set his controller aside. “Break for snacks?”\n\n“Sounds good to me, man.”\n\nThey meandered into the apartment’s small kitchen, groggily climbing out of their pixelated headspace.\n\n“It’s not like you to miss a mine like that, dude.” The raccoon noted as he poured cheese puffs into a bowl. “You okay?”\n\n“Yeah, I’m fine.” Jeremy said, taking his share of salty processed goodness. “Just got distracted. Thought you said something else.”\n\n“Okay.” He shoveled a handful of crunchy orange into his mouth, face melting into bliss. “Mmmm. These things are frickin’ addictive, man.”\n\n“Pretty sure they make them that way on purpose.”\n\n“It’s working.”\n\nThe two munched in relative silence for a little while, refueling for the next round. But it was not to be. Graham’s multitasking talent extended to backtracking the conversation.\n\n“Waaaait a second.”\n\nJeremy looked up at the raccoon, who was already staring his way with a thoughtful look on his face.\n\n“What?”\n\n“You said you thought I said something else.”\n\n“Yeah?” The red panda ducked into the fridge to grab himself an energy drink. And cover his expression. “I don’t really remember.”\n\n“Uh huh.” Graham said. The way Jeremy’s tail poofed solidified a suspicion a bit further, enough to make him say it out loud. “Are you a virgin?”\n\nJeremy jerked, head banging into the plastic that separated the freezer from the less chilly chamber below. That was enough answer for Graham.\n\n“Whoa. You are a virgin.” Graham repeated, ‘cheese’ snacks forgotten.\n\n“No, I’m not.” The red mammal rubbed his head, wincing.\n\n“You are.” His friend reiterated, making an emphasizing downward swipe with his hand. “And we‘ve already had the talk about what a crap liar you are.”\n\n“… yeah, I’m a virgin. So what?”\n\n“So nothing, I guess.” Graham shrugged, as if he wasn’t needling Jeremy’s ego just by knowing. “I wouldn’t have guessed, is all. How’d you get past twenty without getting laid? I thought everybody would be after your stripy tail.”\n\n“I just sort of… never got around to it.” Self-consciously the red panda retrieved his snack for something to do. “Didn’t feel like the right time.”\n\nThat sounded more like a question than a statement to Graham.\n\n“And left a trail of broken hearts, I betcha.” Graham looked him up and down, and nodded in self-confirmation. “Don’t tell me nobody tried to ask you out.”\n\n“Maybe once or twice…” Plus a dozen or so times he had naively misinterpreted until afterward, when it was way too awkward to go back and accept. “Just don’t tell the guys, okay?”\n\n“Hey there’s nothing wrong with it. I’d’ve exploded if it was me, but my sex drive is crazy. You do you.”\n\n“Yeah, but you’re chill.” Jeremy said slowly, trying to convey how he felt things might go down if the chatty raccoon spilled the beans. “Jim is chill. Wheeler and Craig sort of… aren’t very chill.”\n\nGraham blinked black-rimmed eyes at the ailurid across from him. Comprehension dawned. “Ohhhhhh. You mean like they might go all testosterone on you.”\n\n“I just know they’re gonna drag me out to make me to hook up with some girl I don’t even know.” Jeremy pleaded, imagining the big sports nuts physically hauling him into a strip club. “So please, please don’t mention it around the guys.”\n\n“That sounds like something they would do.” Graham nodded. “Okay, I won’t say anything.”\n\n“Thanks.” Jeremy sighed, pressing a hand to his eye and trying to drop the thought that that promise would keep him safe for, oh, a couple weeks before the raccoon forgot it was supposed to be a secret. At least a couple days.\n\n…hours, maybe?\n\nThe thought might have shown on his face. Graham spoke up again. “If you’re that worried we can do it right now.”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“We could invalidate your V-card. Like, today.”\n\nJeremy goggled at him. “You’re saying you want to have sex with me?”\n\n“I’m saying I could. You wouldn’t be a virgin then.” Graham pointed out reasonably.\n\n“I, uh.” That was a hard point to argue with. “I don’t know if I’m really into guys?”\n\n“So you can find out. If you don’t dig it, just call ‘no homo’ and move on.” He shrugged, putting the ball back in Jeremy’s court. Jeremy stared at him incredulously.\n\n“You’d be okay with that?”\n\n“Did you somehow not know I’m a manslut yet?” Graham asked rhetorically, dry enough to turn a steak into jerky. He tossed back another cheese doodle and crunched it with relish. “It’s not like I get touchy-feely about stuff like that.”\n\n“I meant-“ Jeremy said, hoping the fact that he wasn’t quite lying would save him. “-you’d be okay to have sex with me?”\n\n“Second verse, same as the first.” Graham’s unamused look told Jeremy he wasn’t getting away with any evasions. “You’re pretty hot and your personality isn’t a turn-off like mister timid-toes back at the bar, so yeah I’d bang you. Are we doing this?”\n\n“Uh…” Well, Graham certainly wasn’t ‘some girl Jeremy didn’t know’, for sure. And he never seemed worried about sex. Maybe the panda should just take his lead? That seemed sort of reasonable. Like getting a native guide in wild country. “Okay. I don’t know what I’m doing, though.”\n\n“Great!” Graham dusted the orange off his fingers into the sink. “Lucky for you, you got an expert. Let’s go to your bedroom and get your clothes off. I got something I’ve wanted to try for ages, should be perfect to start you on.”\n\nThe raccoon bustled his friend off down the hallway, snack bowls abandoned.\n\nJeremy’s bedroom was neatly organized, decorated with a handful of landscapes in slick frames.\n\n“…this thing you want to try. It’s not too weird, is it?” Jeremy asked the raccoon who had agreed to turn his back while he got undressed.\n\n“Not for me. For you, how should I know?” Graham scoffed, looking over the depiction of a seashore on the wall opposite him. “You haven’t done anything, so isn’t everything weird?”\n\n“I think you got me there.” Jeremy conceded. “Okay, I think I’m ready. Do you want me to turn around or-“\n\nThe t-shirt wrapped itself around his head before he registered its flight through the air, a soft whap of band-logoed cotton introducing itself to his facial fur. He clawed the shirt off and found the other male already tugging his boxers off an ankle.\n\n“Nah, I’m good. Let’s see what we’re working with.”\n\nJeremy realized first that he was averting his eyes, and second that it was sort of silly to be doing that. Graham had no such qualms, scrutinizing the red panda’s body.\n\n“Sweet. You’ve got some nice plush fur under those tight jeans you’re always wearing.”\n\n“Thanks?” He didn’t really think his pants were all that tight.\n\n“You look good in them, too, but your fur adds a little curve I think works really good. Hey, stop covering.”\n\n“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Jeremy’s hands had arranged themselves in front of his crotch, blocking the procyonid’s view. “Reflex.”\n\n“Lemme help then.”\n\nGraham firmly pulled the offending appendages away by the wrist and took in what was behind.\n\n“Oooh.”\n\n“What? What is it?” Jeremy looked over his equipment frantically, worried that there might be something wrong with it, but it was the same tackle he’d always had down there.\n\n“Uncut. You lucky devil.” He let go of the panda’s wrists to brush a finger just over the lower edge of the intact foreskin where it hung just past Jeremy’s cockhead.\n\n“That’s okay, right?” Shivering from the feather-light touch, he hoped this didn’t make him unappealing.\n\n“It’s great. I’m a little jealous.”\n\n“It… makes it a little hard to stay clean sometimes…” Jeremy added meekly. He had always been rather self-conscious about his cleanliness. With, let it be said, very little justification.\n\n“That’s part of the fun.” Graham actually leaned in closer, and Jeremy nearly fell over before he realized the raccoon was actually going for a sniff. He tried to hold still as Graham, eyes closed, snuffled at the tip of his wrapped dick.\n\n“…it is?” Hard to wrap his mind around that idea. Graham threw him for another loop immediately.\n\n“I kinda wish there was a little more smell for me, but I guess you wash pretty good.”\n\n“Oh. Um. Sorry.” Not an apology he had ever expected to make, but heartfelt.\n\n“You’re fine. Not everybody’s into that like I am.” Graham took advantage of Jeremy’s befuddlement to nuzzle in under the soft cock and inhale through the dark brown fur of his balls, the limp length resting on top of his nose. He rested there in the crotch of his dazed friend before he leaned back away, crouched on the floor. “Yeah, this is going to work great. Okay, so for what I’ve got in mind, I want you to stand next to the bed and bend over. So you’re resting your elbows on it or something like that.”\n\nJeremy turned hesitantly, and did his best to arrange himself as Graham described. “Like this?”\n\n“Hmmmm…” Behind him, the raccoon scrutinized the position, measuring with his eyes. “Bend your knees a little. No, too much. Just a little farther… there, stop!”\n\n“Okay, now what?” Not knowing what he was supposed to be doing made the virgin red panda feel ridiculous. Like he was posing for a statue or something.\n\n“Lift your tail so I can see.”\n\nJeremy complied, pulling his ringed tail skyward. He wondered, suddenly, if his rear end was up to Graham’s standards. But it would have been embarrassing to ask. Luckily he ended up not having to.\n\n“Great ass.” He made a picture-frame gesture with his fingers to look at the fluffy rump. Jeremy wasn’t what you could call a femboy- not quite enough hourglass in his figure- but he had enough cushion for pushin’ in Graham’s book. That juicy uncut cock dangling down behind his velvety ballsack was a nice touch as well. The orange-tan fur that covered most of the red pandas rump made it pop against the darker brown of his legs. His balls matched the leg fur, making them pop against the rest of his bottom in turn. It ran up his taint, as if to point at the pert tail hole from below.\n\n“Did you know you have a really nice fur pattern on your butt?”\n\n“No. How would I know that?”\n\n“Good point.”\n\n“So…” Jeremy asked several seconds later, looking over his shoulder at the raccoon. “What do I do now?”\n\n“Right, sorry. Distracted by the view.” Graham shook himself. “You don’t have to do anything. Just close your eyes and let the expert do all the work.”\n\n“Okay.” That sounded doable to the inexperienced Jeremy. He let his eyelids fall.\n\nIn retrospect, he would wonder what he had been [i]expecting[/i] with a pose like that. Graham snuffled at his taint for only a moment before the virgin felt a warm wetness on his tailhole.\n\nJeremy was too startled to jump, freezing instead. His tail zipped down, slapping the raccoon behind him on the back of the head. A short gasp of surprise escaped from his other end.\n\n“Graham!”\n\n“Yikes, careful with that tail!” Graham said reprovingly. The raccoon had slid out from under the offending limb, which had folded back into place protectively over Jeremy’s crack.\n\n“Did you just lick my ass?!?”\n\n“Oh god, this discussion.” The raccoon muttered, barely audible. Then, more loudly. “Yes, I did.”\n\n“Isn’t that… dirty?” Jeremy cringed at the idea, his tidy soul discomforted.\n\n“You’re pretty clean.” Graham grouched. “Anyway, that’s my problem.”\n\nSomething else had occurred to Jeremy, and he wasn’t sure if he was up for it. “Are you going to put your junk in my…?”\n\n“Nah, I didn’t bring lube, and trust me, you want that for your first time.”\n\nThat Graham gave a reason was comforting, even if it was more or less gibberish to him. He relaxed a little. “Lube? Like… slippery stuff?”\n\n“Yeah. Must have for serious butt sex.” He said matter-of-factly. “I mean, spit’s okay if you don’t have anything else, but it dries off too fast. Haven’t seen much anal porn?”\n\n“I… mostly don’t look at porn.”\n\nThe raccoon leaned to the side so he could put the full weight of incredulous eye contact on him without his fluffy rear in the way. “…what do you do when you jack off?”\n\n“I mostly just do it?” Jeremy said, as if he hadn’t thought this might be weird of him at all. Up until right this moment. Now he was definitely thinking it. “Sometimes I think about girls in swimsuits.”\n\nGraham stared at him for an uncomfortably long time.\n\n“You are way too pure to be hanging out with me, J-man.”\n\nJeremy gave an uncomfortable laugh, and surprised himself. “So, um, should we change that?”\n\n“That’s the spirit! Now, lift up your tail again.”\n\n“… just licking? No dicks?”\n\n“Only licking there today. Slut’s honor.” Graham put one hand to his chest, a solemn vow. “Just trust that I’ll make it feel good, okay?”\n\nJeremy took a deep breath, released it, and nodded. Once again he raised his tail skyward. Graham shot him a thumbs up and moved back in. “Try to relax and just feel.”\n\nThis time the raccoon took his time. He lapped at his friend’s taint, moving upward gradually until he reached his target. He lapped softly over the hole, using the underside of Jeremy’s tail base as a backstop.\n\nJeremy tried to treat the bizarre experience like he might a massage. This was difficult for him. He couldn’t quite get over how dirty this had to be, despite Graham’s reassurances.\n\nBut at the same time, that made it a little bit interesting too. A sort of excitement tagged along with the discomfort. Changed it. And from a purely physical standpoint, it certainly didn’t feel bad to be assiduously tasted in such a sensitive place. Despite himself, his cock started to respond with a twitch.\n\nGraham paid the wedding tackle no attention. He focused on the tight little virgin ring in front of him, positive that Jeremy had never played with himself back there. The red panda was likely too much of a clean freak to think of it, true, but mostly the ring of muscle was too tense. Graham was diligently working his way toward correcting that. The raccoon ran his tongue tip in circles around the edge of Jeremy’s anus where the fur thinned to nothing for a while, and was rewarded with a little softening of resistance. He followed that yielding inward onto the tail star proper.\n\nThe catch of Graham’s tongue tip against the wrinkles of his pucker tickled a sharp exhalation out of Jeremy. Determined to let the raccoon do his thing, he fought against the urge to clench his buttocks together and pull away. He forced his muscles to relax as best he could, never having tried to exercise conscious control down there before- not like this, at any rate.\n\nGraham took the opening offered by the unsteady loosening of that ring. His tongue slipped inside fractionally.\n\nJeremy let out a tiny yelp in response, but maintained enough control to resist diving away from the intrusion. The rimming raccoon held position, waiting out the reaction with his tongue tip wedged in the clamping tailstar while it acclimated to the wet intrusion.\n\n“This is so unsanitary…” The trembling Jeremy whimpered, doing his best to cope with the novel sensation.\n\nGraham didn’t hear anything that sounded like ‘stop’ in either words or tone, so he only patted the red panda comfortingly on the hip.\n\nHe steadied himself by resting his hands there and drank in the smell of spit-polished tailhole while he waited.\n\nWhen the hole’s twitching tapered off and the trembling had stopped, he gently pressed around the rim. It started fighting again, naturally, but he persevered. His patience was rewarded a few moments later when Jeremy took a deep breath, relaxed a little further, let him a little further in.\n\nGraham continued like that, letting Jeremy’s ass accustom itself, working it to surrender when it stilled, and then digging a little bit further in. The cycle repeated every few minutes, shortening each time as the red panda’s body adapted a smidgen faster each time.\n\nMeanwhile, Jeremy was dealing with an internal paradox. Graham’s tongue work produced an increasingly complex melange of sensations in his backside. Some of them were surprisingly pleasant. At the same time he was striving not to think too hard about the exact mechanics of what his friend was doing, in case he grossed himself out. That in turn sharpened his focus on the sensations, which was making him increasingly horny.\n\nFinally the raccoon bottomed out. Tongue extended as far into Jeremy’s insides as it would go, he allowed himself a moment of well-deserved satisfaction.\n\nDeep enough in that he wasn’t worried about slipping out from an instant of inattention, the raccoon moved onto phase two of the kinky little idea that had occurred to him about a week ago. He brushed his right hand over the back of Jeremy’s thigh to walk it up the red panda’s inner leg. His fingers drifted up to Jeremy’s pubes, found what they were looking for by touch, and closed slowly around his friends cock so as not to startle him.\n\nIt was an unnecessary precaution at this point; Jeremy’s brain had essentially locked down every extraneous motion some time ago. Both to keep himself from accidentally kicking his promiscuous gaming buddy, and to focus on the feelings in his bumhole.\n\n“Hmmm?” Jeremy mumbled softly into his mattress, having registered the light pressure of fingertips on his more-than-half-hard cock.\n\nGraham patted him again on the left hip, and then began searching for a good grip on the panda penis. A shame that he couldn’t get a good look at it hard without pulling his tongue out of the tailhole, but he didn’t want to break the flow. He got his hand wrapped around the cock in a way he felt should allow a reasonable amount of give when he started sliding that foreskin up and down, and then moved on to do a little more spelunking.\n\nHe mapped his tongue’s detailed exploration of Jeremy’s inner surface by the reactions he produced. Noting every twitch of the red panda’s sphincter around his tongue, throb of the cock in his hand, and the moans or gasps muffled by the butt between him and Jeremy’s vocal chords, he mentally charted out the red panda’s internal topography.\n\nWhen he felt he had a good working picture of the lay of the land, Graham started stroking his friends cock.\n\nJeremy made a gratifying gasp for this new development. He was past the point of caring whether this was unhygienic, only noting that this felt very different indeed from any self-pleasure sessions. A second after starting the gentle strokes that dragged his foreskin up and down over his glans, Graham had begun a dogged assault on the sensitive points he had scouted in Jeremy’s tailhole.\n\nHe sped up steadily, put more force behind both tongue and grip to milk grateful moans out of the virgin male.\n\nThe red panda’s brain was a bowl of sparking gelatin under the influence of his friend’s pleasuring well before orgasm caught up with him.\n\nGraham had an instants warning from the way Jeremy’s tailhole tried to pull his tongue right off. Using every ounce of his experience, he didn’t let off for an instant. The only thing he changed was the angle of his grip on the dancing panda cock, hoping he would get lucky.\n\nHe did get lucky; aiming without being able to see had always been the shakiest part of this particular fantasy.\n\n“GRHAM!!” Jeremy yelled into the muffling material of his mattress, while he pumped shot after sticky shot of his jizz out onto his friend’s crotch. A solid fraction of the innumerable spurts Graham’s tongue-fucking milked out of him hit right on the raccoons own neglected and rock-hard erection and balls, painting them with streaks of the other male’s pleasure.\n\nJeremy couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his climax ended, or how long it lasted. Riding it out required his full attention. But at some interval he noticed that Graham’s tongue wasn’t in his ass anymore, because the raccoon was using it to talk.\n\n“Hey. Hey, J-man.” He patted Jeremy’s rump to get his attention. “You good?”\n\n“Rlh gd.” Jeremy tried, and decided that a complicated phrase like ‘really good’ was beyond his current ability. This called for something simpler. “Uhuuh.”\n\n“You’re legs are going a little shaky so imma push you up onto the bed.”\n\nWithout waiting for an answer the raccoon took a fluffy asscheek in each hand and pushed. Hot friction of fur against fabric as the raccoon slid him forward against his inertia, coming to a stop with his hip joints and used cock pressed to the edge of his bed.\n\n“You’re a little heavier than I expected, dude.” Graham huffed, leaving the lead-stuffed rag doll of a red panda resting there blissfully, legs hanging off of his mattress and tail flopped forward over his spine.\n\nJeremy felt a the warm presence of the raccoon behind him, looming as a presence in the air currents behind him. And then a warmer, wetter presence between his buttcheeks.\n\n“Don’t mind me. You rest there. Just gonna do my thing.”\n\nIt idly crossed Jeremy’s mind that Graham was about to break his promise and put his cock in Jeremy’s butt.\n\n…He turned out to be wrong a second later, but at the moment he wouldn’t have particularly cared. One concept that had lodged in his mind, hard, was that trusting Graham meant very good things happened. Besides, he would have had to move to do something about it, and moving might disperse the lovely haze of afterglow.\n\nIn any case it didn’t matter, because Graham didn’t put anything inside the hole he’d tongue-fucked into submission. He ground his length in between Jeremy’s cutely-furred buns a few times, then reached down to put a fist around his hard-on. The raccoon humped his hand there against that deliciously sexy backdrop, using the jizz he had milked out of the red panda as lube.\n\nAfter a minute or two of Graham’s knuckles digging into his taint and cockhead bouncing on the underside of his tail, Graham sighed, releasing his load over Jeremy’s gaped anus. A fraction drooled inside by gravity, the rest drizzling back over the red panda’s taint and balls to mix with the smears of his own, left by Graham’s preremptory hot-dogging.\n\nHe flung himself on the bed next to his dazed friend, regarding his handiwork smugly.\n\n“So, how was that for a first time? As if I didn’t know.”\n\n“Really good.”\n\n“Hah.” Graham crossed his arms behind his head. For the first time he noticed there was a rather nice pattern painted on the ceiling. It gave the impression of a leafy forest canopy with hints of abstract sky. “Guess you’re the kinda guy who goes all sleepy afterward, huh?”\n\n“Mmmn.” Jeremy agreed. A few quiet moments ensued, during which he examined the feeling of Graham’s cum cooling on his nether regions, and found it good. Everything was pretty good.\n\n“Graham?”\n\n“Yeah, buddy?”\n\n“Did that count?”\n\n“Uh…” The raccoon left off groping himself, a habit where he liked to wring a little self stimulation out after any decent session if his partner was down for the count. “How do you mean?”\n\n“As sex.”\n\n“Oh.” Graham said. He scratched an ear thoughtfully. “I figure so. You pumped your balls out and my cum is all over your butt. So… yeah.”\n\nJeremy sighed contentedly.\n\nGraham patted the panda’s back, and hauled himself off of the bed. The mattress springs creaked in protest. “If anyone gives you any shit about it I’ll come back and fuck you some more.”\n\n“Mkay.”\n\n“You get some rest. Imma go get some more snacks until you’re ready to game.”\n\nNo answer; out like a light. Graham left his friend to recover and went in search of more cheese puffs.\n\n\n\n[center]The End[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
What Are (Slutty) Friends For?


By Kaydrien Iceclaw




Jeremy and Graham were playing video games and chatting. Graham was doing most of the chatting. He had the gift of being able to talk and aim at the same time.

“So this guy is trying to chat me up, but really badly. Normally it’s cute when they’re all shy and stuff, but he was so close to being just plain afraid of me that it was cringe. And he’s pitching himself as a top, which totally doesn’t work like that for me.”

“Uh huh.” Jeremy muttered, dodging behind a piece of virtual cover on screen before a torrent of angry laser poured past. As usual the red panda carried his half of the conversation on autopilot while he focused on the game. The talkative raccoon never seemed to mind.

“I wanted to give this guy a chance because he’s got a nice tail and you can see he’s big through his pants. So I’m super disappointed about- hey, sniper on the left.”

“Got it.” Jeremy lobbed a smoke grenade in that direction and weaved his way toward the potential annoyance.

“Total waste of prime beefcake.” Graham resumed, his own side of the firefight uninterrupted throughout the digression. “So I tell him ‘come back and talk big to me when he’s not such a virgin about it.’”

“What?” Jeremy asked, his own mask-patterned face swiveling to Graham.

A loud bang from the speakers and his controller’s angry vibration told him immediately that he’d looked away with remarkably poor timing.

“You still up?” The raccoon asked, frantically mashing his control sticks.

“No. Watch for that sniper, I didn’t get him.”

A few seconds later Graham’s half of the screen flipped to third person as well, his avatar flopping to the simulated ground under the contrail that skimmed along at head height.

“Crud.” He said, dropping his controller to the ground.

“Hey, go easy on my hardware.” Jeremy said, swiping the mounded plastic off the ground to look for scratch marks.

“Sorry, I’ll remember to bring my own next time.” Graham apologized lightly. (As you do, when your buddy flips over any little scratch and try as you might you can’t understand why he gives a darn.) He leaned back on the couch, rubbing his eyes. “We got pretty far that time.”

“Yeah.” Jeremy agreed. Finding no scuffs worth complaining about and set his controller aside. “Break for snacks?”

“Sounds good to me, man.”

They meandered into the apartment’s small kitchen, groggily climbing out of their pixelated headspace.

“It’s not like you to miss a mine like that, dude.” The raccoon noted as he poured cheese puffs into a bowl. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Jeremy said, taking his share of salty processed goodness. “Just got distracted. Thought you said something else.”

“Okay.” He shoveled a handful of crunchy orange into his mouth, face melting into bliss. “Mmmm. These things are frickin’ addictive, man.”

“Pretty sure they make them that way on purpose.”

“It’s working.”

The two munched in relative silence for a little while, refueling for the next round. But it was not to be. Graham’s multitasking talent extended to backtracking the conversation.

“Waaaait a second.”

Jeremy looked up at the raccoon, who was already staring his way with a thoughtful look on his face.

“What?”

“You said you thought I said something else.”

“Yeah?” The red panda ducked into the fridge to grab himself an energy drink. And cover his expression. “I don’t really remember.”

“Uh huh.” Graham said. The way Jeremy’s tail poofed solidified a suspicion a bit further, enough to make him say it out loud. “Are you a virgin?”

Jeremy jerked, head banging into the plastic that separated the freezer from the less chilly chamber below. That was enough answer for Graham.

“Whoa. You are a virgin.” Graham repeated, ‘cheese’ snacks forgotten.

“No, I’m not.” The red mammal rubbed his head, wincing.

“You are.” His friend reiterated, making an emphasizing downward swipe with his hand. “And we‘ve already had the talk about what a crap liar you are.”

“… yeah, I’m a virgin. So what?”

“So nothing, I guess.” Graham shrugged, as if he wasn’t needling Jeremy’s ego just by knowing. “I wouldn’t have guessed, is all. How’d you get past twenty without getting laid? I thought everybody would be after your stripy tail.”

“I just sort of… never got around to it.” Self-consciously the red panda retrieved his snack for something to do. “Didn’t feel like the right time.”

That sounded more like a question than a statement to Graham.

“And left a trail of broken hearts, I betcha.” Graham looked him up and down, and nodded in self-confirmation. “Don’t tell me nobody tried to ask you out.”

“Maybe once or twice…” Plus a dozen or so times he had naively misinterpreted until afterward, when it was way too awkward to go back and accept. “Just don’t tell the guys, okay?”

“Hey there’s nothing wrong with it. I’d’ve exploded if it was me, but my sex drive is crazy. You do you.”

“Yeah, but you’re chill.” Jeremy said slowly, trying to convey how he felt things might go down if the chatty raccoon spilled the beans. “Jim is chill. Wheeler and Craig sort of… aren’t very chill.”

Graham blinked black-rimmed eyes at the ailurid across from him. Comprehension dawned. “Ohhhhhh. You mean like they might go all testosterone on you.”

“I just know they’re gonna drag me out to make me to hook up with some girl I don’t even know.” Jeremy pleaded, imagining the big sports nuts physically hauling him into a strip club. “So please, please don’t mention it around the guys.”

“That sounds like something they would do.” Graham nodded. “Okay, I won’t say anything.”

“Thanks.” Jeremy sighed, pressing a hand to his eye and trying to drop the thought that that promise would keep him safe for, oh, a couple weeks before the raccoon forgot it was supposed to be a secret. At least a couple days.

…hours, maybe?

The thought might have shown on his face. Graham spoke up again. “If you’re that worried we can do it right now.”

“Huh?”

“We could invalidate your V-card. Like, today.”

Jeremy goggled at him. “You’re saying you want to have sex with me?”

“I’m saying I could. You wouldn’t be a virgin then.” Graham pointed out reasonably.

“I, uh.” That was a hard point to argue with. “I don’t know if I’m really into guys?”

“So you can find out. If you don’t dig it, just call ‘no homo’ and move on.” He shrugged, putting the ball back in Jeremy’s court. Jeremy stared at him incredulously.

“You’d be okay with that?”

“Did you somehow not know I’m a manslut yet?” Graham asked rhetorically, dry enough to turn a steak into jerky. He tossed back another cheese doodle and crunched it with relish. “It’s not like I get touchy-feely about stuff like that.”

“I meant-“ Jeremy said, hoping the fact that he wasn’t quite lying would save him. “-you’d be okay to have sex with me?”

“Second verse, same as the first.” Graham’s unamused look told Jeremy he wasn’t getting away with any evasions. “You’re pretty hot and your personality isn’t a turn-off like mister timid-toes back at the bar, so yeah I’d bang you. Are we doing this?”

“Uh…” Well, Graham certainly wasn’t ‘some girl Jeremy didn’t know’, for sure. And he never seemed worried about sex. Maybe the panda should just take his lead? That seemed sort of reasonable. Like getting a native guide in wild country. “Okay. I don’t know what I’m doing, though.”

“Great!” Graham dusted the orange off his fingers into the sink. “Lucky for you, you got an expert. Let’s go to your bedroom and get your clothes off. I got something I’ve wanted to try for ages, should be perfect to start you on.”

The raccoon bustled his friend off down the hallway, snack bowls abandoned.

Jeremy’s bedroom was neatly organized, decorated with a handful of landscapes in slick frames.

“…this thing you want to try. It’s not too weird, is it?” Jeremy asked the raccoon who had agreed to turn his back while he got undressed.

“Not for me. For you, how should I know?” Graham scoffed, looking over the depiction of a seashore on the wall opposite him. “You haven’t done anything, so isn’t everything weird?”

“I think you got me there.” Jeremy conceded. “Okay, I think I’m ready. Do you want me to turn around or-“

The t-shirt wrapped itself around his head before he registered its flight through the air, a soft whap of band-logoed cotton introducing itself to his facial fur. He clawed the shirt off and found the other male already tugging his boxers off an ankle.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Jeremy realized first that he was averting his eyes, and second that it was sort of silly to be doing that. Graham had no such qualms, scrutinizing the red panda’s body.

“Sweet. You’ve got some nice plush fur under those tight jeans you’re always wearing.”

“Thanks?” He didn’t really think his pants were all that tight.

“You look good in them, too, but your fur adds a little curve I think works really good. Hey, stop covering.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Jeremy’s hands had arranged themselves in front of his crotch, blocking the procyonid’s view. “Reflex.”

“Lemme help then.”

Graham firmly pulled the offending appendages away by the wrist and took in what was behind.

“Oooh.”

“What? What is it?” Jeremy looked over his equipment frantically, worried that there might be something wrong with it, but it was the same tackle he’d always had down there.

“Uncut. You lucky devil.” He let go of the panda’s wrists to brush a finger just over the lower edge of the intact foreskin where it hung just past Jeremy’s cockhead.

“That’s okay, right?” Shivering from the feather-light touch, he hoped this didn’t make him unappealing.

“It’s great. I’m a little jealous.”

“It… makes it a little hard to stay clean sometimes…” Jeremy added meekly. He had always been rather self-conscious about his cleanliness. With, let it be said, very little justification.

“That’s part of the fun.” Graham actually leaned in closer, and Jeremy nearly fell over before he realized the raccoon was actually going for a sniff. He tried to hold still as Graham, eyes closed, snuffled at the tip of his wrapped dick.

“…it is?” Hard to wrap his mind around that idea. Graham threw him for another loop immediately.

“I kinda wish there was a little more smell for me, but I guess you wash pretty good.”

“Oh. Um. Sorry.” Not an apology he had ever expected to make, but heartfelt.

“You’re fine. Not everybody’s into that like I am.” Graham took advantage of Jeremy’s befuddlement to nuzzle in under the soft cock and inhale through the dark brown fur of his balls, the limp length resting on top of his nose. He rested there in the crotch of his dazed friend before he leaned back away, crouched on the floor. “Yeah, this is going to work great. Okay, so for what I’ve got in mind, I want you to stand next to the bed and bend over. So you’re resting your elbows on it or something like that.”

Jeremy turned hesitantly, and did his best to arrange himself as Graham described. “Like this?”

“Hmmmm…” Behind him, the raccoon scrutinized the position, measuring with his eyes. “Bend your knees a little. No, too much. Just a little farther… there, stop!”

“Okay, now what?” Not knowing what he was supposed to be doing made the virgin red panda feel ridiculous. Like he was posing for a statue or something.

“Lift your tail so I can see.”

Jeremy complied, pulling his ringed tail skyward. He wondered, suddenly, if his rear end was up to Graham’s standards. But it would have been embarrassing to ask. Luckily he ended up not having to.

“Great ass.” He made a picture-frame gesture with his fingers to look at the fluffy rump. Jeremy wasn’t what you could call a femboy- not quite enough hourglass in his figure- but he had enough cushion for pushin’ in Graham’s book. That juicy uncut cock dangling down behind his velvety ballsack was a nice touch as well. The orange-tan fur that covered most of the red pandas rump made it pop against the darker brown of his legs. His balls matched the leg fur, making them pop against the rest of his bottom in turn. It ran up his taint, as if to point at the pert tail hole from below.

“Did you know you have a really nice fur pattern on your butt?”

“No. How would I know that?”

“Good point.”

“So…” Jeremy asked several seconds later, looking over his shoulder at the raccoon. “What do I do now?”

“Right, sorry. Distracted by the view.” Graham shook himself. “You don’t have to do anything. Just close your eyes and let the expert do all the work.”

“Okay.” That sounded doable to the inexperienced Jeremy. He let his eyelids fall.

In retrospect, he would wonder what he had been expecting with a pose like that. Graham snuffled at his taint for only a moment before the virgin felt a warm wetness on his tailhole.

Jeremy was too startled to jump, freezing instead. His tail zipped down, slapping the raccoon behind him on the back of the head. A short gasp of surprise escaped from his other end.

“Graham!”

“Yikes, careful with that tail!” Graham said reprovingly. The raccoon had slid out from under the offending limb, which had folded back into place protectively over Jeremy’s crack.

“Did you just lick my ass?!?”

“Oh god, this discussion.” The raccoon muttered, barely audible. Then, more loudly. “Yes, I did.”

“Isn’t that… dirty?” Jeremy cringed at the idea, his tidy soul discomforted.

“You’re pretty clean.” Graham grouched. “Anyway, that’s my problem.”

Something else had occurred to Jeremy, and he wasn’t sure if he was up for it. “Are you going to put your junk in my…?”

“Nah, I didn’t bring lube, and trust me, you want that for your first time.”

That Graham gave a reason was comforting, even if it was more or less gibberish to him. He relaxed a little. “Lube? Like… slippery stuff?”

“Yeah. Must have for serious butt sex.” He said matter-of-factly. “I mean, spit’s okay if you don’t have anything else, but it dries off too fast. Haven’t seen much anal porn?”

“I… mostly don’t look at porn.”

The raccoon leaned to the side so he could put the full weight of incredulous eye contact on him without his fluffy rear in the way. “…what do you do when you jack off?”

“I mostly just do it?” Jeremy said, as if he hadn’t thought this might be weird of him at all. Up until right this moment. Now he was definitely thinking it. “Sometimes I think about girls in swimsuits.”

Graham stared at him for an uncomfortably long time.

“You are way too pure to be hanging out with me, J-man.”

Jeremy gave an uncomfortable laugh, and surprised himself. “So, um, should we change that?”

“That’s the spirit! Now, lift up your tail again.”

“… just licking? No dicks?”

“Only licking there today. Slut’s honor.” Graham put one hand to his chest, a solemn vow. “Just trust that I’ll make it feel good, okay?”

Jeremy took a deep breath, released it, and nodded. Once again he raised his tail skyward. Graham shot him a thumbs up and moved back in. “Try to relax and just feel.”

This time the raccoon took his time. He lapped at his friend’s taint, moving upward gradually until he reached his target. He lapped softly over the hole, using the underside of Jeremy’s tail base as a backstop.

Jeremy tried to treat the bizarre experience like he might a massage. This was difficult for him. He couldn’t quite get over how dirty this had to be, despite Graham’s reassurances.

But at the same time, that made it a little bit interesting too. A sort of excitement tagged along with the discomfort. Changed it. And from a purely physical standpoint, it certainly didn’t feel bad to be assiduously tasted in such a sensitive place. Despite himself, his cock started to respond with a twitch.

Graham paid the wedding tackle no attention. He focused on the tight little virgin ring in front of him, positive that Jeremy had never played with himself back there. The red panda was likely too much of a clean freak to think of it, true, but mostly the ring of muscle was too tense. Graham was diligently working his way toward correcting that. The raccoon ran his tongue tip in circles around the edge of Jeremy’s anus where the fur thinned to nothing for a while, and was rewarded with a little softening of resistance. He followed that yielding inward onto the tail star proper.

The catch of Graham’s tongue tip against the wrinkles of his pucker tickled a sharp exhalation out of Jeremy. Determined to let the raccoon do his thing, he fought against the urge to clench his buttocks together and pull away. He forced his muscles to relax as best he could, never having tried to exercise conscious control down there before- not like this, at any rate.

Graham took the opening offered by the unsteady loosening of that ring. His tongue slipped inside fractionally.

Jeremy let out a tiny yelp in response, but maintained enough control to resist diving away from the intrusion. The rimming raccoon held position, waiting out the reaction with his tongue tip wedged in the clamping tailstar while it acclimated to the wet intrusion.

“This is so unsanitary…” The trembling Jeremy whimpered, doing his best to cope with the novel sensation.

Graham didn’t hear anything that sounded like ‘stop’ in either words or tone, so he only patted the red panda comfortingly on the hip.

He steadied himself by resting his hands there and drank in the smell of spit-polished tailhole while he waited.

When the hole’s twitching tapered off and the trembling had stopped, he gently pressed around the rim. It started fighting again, naturally, but he persevered. His patience was rewarded a few moments later when Jeremy took a deep breath, relaxed a little further, let him a little further in.

Graham continued like that, letting Jeremy’s ass accustom itself, working it to surrender when it stilled, and then digging a little bit further in. The cycle repeated every few minutes, shortening each time as the red panda’s body adapted a smidgen faster each time.

Meanwhile, Jeremy was dealing with an internal paradox. Graham’s tongue work produced an increasingly complex melange of sensations in his backside. Some of them were surprisingly pleasant. At the same time he was striving not to think too hard about the exact mechanics of what his friend was doing, in case he grossed himself out. That in turn sharpened his focus on the sensations, which was making him increasingly horny.

Finally the raccoon bottomed out. Tongue extended as far into Jeremy’s insides as it would go, he allowed himself a moment of well-deserved satisfaction.

Deep enough in that he wasn’t worried about slipping out from an instant of inattention, the raccoon moved onto phase two of the kinky little idea that had occurred to him about a week ago. He brushed his right hand over the back of Jeremy’s thigh to walk it up the red panda’s inner leg. His fingers drifted up to Jeremy’s pubes, found what they were looking for by touch, and closed slowly around his friends cock so as not to startle him.

It was an unnecessary precaution at this point; Jeremy’s brain had essentially locked down every extraneous motion some time ago. Both to keep himself from accidentally kicking his promiscuous gaming buddy, and to focus on the feelings in his bumhole.

“Hmmm?” Jeremy mumbled softly into his mattress, having registered the light pressure of fingertips on his more-than-half-hard cock.

Graham patted him again on the left hip, and then began searching for a good grip on the panda penis. A shame that he couldn’t get a good look at it hard without pulling his tongue out of the tailhole, but he didn’t want to break the flow. He got his hand wrapped around the cock in a way he felt should allow a reasonable amount of give when he started sliding that foreskin up and down, and then moved on to do a little more spelunking.

He mapped his tongue’s detailed exploration of Jeremy’s inner surface by the reactions he produced. Noting every twitch of the red panda’s sphincter around his tongue, throb of the cock in his hand, and the moans or gasps muffled by the butt between him and Jeremy’s vocal chords, he mentally charted out the red panda’s internal topography.

When he felt he had a good working picture of the lay of the land, Graham started stroking his friends cock.

Jeremy made a gratifying gasp for this new development. He was past the point of caring whether this was unhygienic, only noting that this felt very different indeed from any self-pleasure sessions. A second after starting the gentle strokes that dragged his foreskin up and down over his glans, Graham had begun a dogged assault on the sensitive points he had scouted in Jeremy’s tailhole.

He sped up steadily, put more force behind both tongue and grip to milk grateful moans out of the virgin male.

The red panda’s brain was a bowl of sparking gelatin under the influence of his friend’s pleasuring well before orgasm caught up with him.

Graham had an instants warning from the way Jeremy’s tailhole tried to pull his tongue right off. Using every ounce of his experience, he didn’t let off for an instant. The only thing he changed was the angle of his grip on the dancing panda cock, hoping he would get lucky.

He did get lucky; aiming without being able to see had always been the shakiest part of this particular fantasy.

“GRHAM!!” Jeremy yelled into the muffling material of his mattress, while he pumped shot after sticky shot of his jizz out onto his friend’s crotch. A solid fraction of the innumerable spurts Graham’s tongue-fucking milked out of him hit right on the raccoons own neglected and rock-hard erection and balls, painting them with streaks of the other male’s pleasure.

Jeremy couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his climax ended, or how long it lasted. Riding it out required his full attention. But at some interval he noticed that Graham’s tongue wasn’t in his ass anymore, because the raccoon was using it to talk.

“Hey. Hey, J-man.” He patted Jeremy’s rump to get his attention. “You good?”

“Rlh gd.” Jeremy tried, and decided that a complicated phrase like ‘really good’ was beyond his current ability. This called for something simpler. “Uhuuh.”

“You’re legs are going a little shaky so imma push you up onto the bed.”

Without waiting for an answer the raccoon took a fluffy asscheek in each hand and pushed. Hot friction of fur against fabric as the raccoon slid him forward against his inertia, coming to a stop with his hip joints and used cock pressed to the edge of his bed.

“You’re a little heavier than I expected, dude.” Graham huffed, leaving the lead-stuffed rag doll of a red panda resting there blissfully, legs hanging off of his mattress and tail flopped forward over his spine.

Jeremy felt a the warm presence of the raccoon behind him, looming as a presence in the air currents behind him. And then a warmer, wetter presence between his buttcheeks.

“Don’t mind me. You rest there. Just gonna do my thing.”

It idly crossed Jeremy’s mind that Graham was about to break his promise and put his cock in Jeremy’s butt.

…He turned out to be wrong a second later, but at the moment he wouldn’t have particularly cared. One concept that had lodged in his mind, hard, was that trusting Graham meant very good things happened. Besides, he would have had to move to do something about it, and moving might disperse the lovely haze of afterglow.

In any case it didn’t matter, because Graham didn’t put anything inside the hole he’d tongue-fucked into submission. He ground his length in between Jeremy’s cutely-furred buns a few times, then reached down to put a fist around his hard-on. The raccoon humped his hand there against that deliciously sexy backdrop, using the jizz he had milked out of the red panda as lube.

After a minute or two of Graham’s knuckles digging into his taint and cockhead bouncing on the underside of his tail, Graham sighed, releasing his load over Jeremy’s gaped anus. A fraction drooled inside by gravity, the rest drizzling back over the red panda’s taint and balls to mix with the smears of his own, left by Graham’s preremptory hot-dogging.

He flung himself on the bed next to his dazed friend, regarding his handiwork smugly.

“So, how was that for a first time? As if I didn’t know.”

“Really good.”

“Hah.” Graham crossed his arms behind his head. For the first time he noticed there was a rather nice pattern painted on the ceiling. It gave the impression of a leafy forest canopy with hints of abstract sky. “Guess you’re the kinda guy who goes all sleepy afterward, huh?”

“Mmmn.” Jeremy agreed. A few quiet moments ensued, during which he examined the feeling of Graham’s cum cooling on his nether regions, and found it good. Everything was pretty good.

“Graham?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Did that count?”

“Uh…” The raccoon left off groping himself, a habit where he liked to wring a little self stimulation out after any decent session if his partner was down for the count. “How do you mean?”

“As sex.”

“Oh.” Graham said. He scratched an ear thoughtfully. “I figure so. You pumped your balls out and my cum is all over your butt. So… yeah.”

Jeremy sighed contentedly.

Graham patted the panda’s back, and hauled himself off of the bed. The mattress springs creaked in protest. “If anyone gives you any shit about it I’ll come back and fuck you some more.”

“Mkay.”

“You get some rest. Imma go get some more snacks until you’re ready to game.”

No answer; out like a light. Graham left his friend to recover and went in search of more cheese puffs.



The End
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