“All right, li’l bro. It’s time you actually learn some stuff,” said Sonic, jerking his furry friend off.

Miles, spreadeagled, completely naked, and desperate to ejaculate, asked, “You mean this fun stuff?” His two tails twitched beneath the table Sonic had jury-rigged for him.

“Exactomondo, li’l buddy.” Sonic’s gloved hand glided up and down Miles’ cock just a bit slower as his white balls—the same color as the palms of his hands or the bottoms of his feet—tucked into his groin.

“Awwwww, Sonic!” Miles thrust his pelvis to get more friction, but Sonic matched his humping and denied him any unnecessary pleasure. “Please don’t slow down! You always do that just before the best part!” His furry butt slapped the leather beneath him as he tried to fuck Sonic’s hand.

Sonic smirked. “And what’s the best part, li’l bro?”

Miles’ toes wiggled in embarrassment. “When the white stuff comes out, Sonic,” he said, blushing, avoiding eye contact with his blue friend.

The hedgehog chuckled as he stroked the fox. “That’s what I meant before. It isn’t ‘the white stuff,’ Tails.”

“Wha-What’s it called, then, Sonic?” Miles stuck his tongue out and scowled when Sonic stopped stroking and rested his paw around the base of his cock.

“It’s ‘semen,’ li’l bro. But most people call it ‘cum.’” Sonic traced, with his free hand’s index finger, a circle around the ridge of the boy’s cockhead. “And this is the ‘glans’ or ‘head’ of your cock. Real sensitive, isn’t it?”

Miles giggled and licked his lips. “It is, Sonic. It feels nice and ticklish,” he said, a bit of red going to his cheeks.

“This whole area’s got a ton of nerve endings,” said Sonic as he grabbed the tip of his rock-hard cock and massaged the excruciatingly sensitive skin. Miles’ eyes rolled into the back of his head; his toes curled up something bad. “That feels awesome, Sonic.” His fur stood on end and he shuddered in ecstasy each time the hedgehog’s paw went up and down his helmet-shaped cockhead.

“And another area that feels real good, li’l buddy, is right here.” The hedgehog pulled down his cock’s skin and began rubbing the banjo string.

Miles smiled and moaned. “That’s real nice, Sonic. What’s it called?”

“That’s your ‘frenulum.’ I call it the ‘sweet spot,’ though.”

“And what’s it called when the cum comes out?”

Sonic grabbed Miles’s throbbing hard-on with a gloved paw so that the boy’s tip stuck out of his tight fist. “That’s called ‘ejaculation,’ Tails. But most people call it ‘shooting your load’ or ‘jizzing.’” He massaged Tails’ erection, making the boy’s tails flick and rotate.

“And why does it feel so good when I jizz, Sonic?” Tails craned his neck and stared wide-eyed at the tip of his cock as yet another drop of pre snaked down the head to disappear into Sonic’s glove.

Sonic smirked and began stroking his fox friend, glancing at his balls. “That’s actually your ‘orgasm,’ Tails. Jizzing and having your orgasm aren’t actually the same thing, but for us guys they usually go together. That’s why you can just say you’re ‘cummming’ for that good feeling. But to answer your question—We gotta reproduce, li’l bro. If it didn’t feel good to cum, we’d have died out a loooong time ago, right?”

“Guess that makes sense.” Miles spread his toes and began rocking his hips along to the rhythm dictated by Sonic’s paw. “So when it feels really, really good, when the cum’s coming out of my penis, that’s an orgasm?”

“That’s right, li’l bro.” The hedgehog stroked faster. “And speaking of orgasms, I bet you want me to finish you off, huh, Tails?”

Miles’ twin appendages wagged under the table in pleasure. “I’d love that, Sonic. I haven’t jizzed since Thursday night, and it’s Monday.” As the furry youngster’s balls squeezed up into his groin, his hands balled up into tight little fists around the chains that held his furry, sweaty upper body in place. “Sonic, please keep going, I’m gonna cum!”

“Ohhhh,” said Sonic, paw going up and down his friend’s cock. “This is gonna be a gusher, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sonic!” One of Miles’ toe knuckles cracked from how hard they were gnarled.

The cruel blue blur stopped rubbing Miles’ cock and grabbed his erection by the base of his cock. “Nope. One more edge, li’l bro, and you can have all the chili dogs and ice cream you want. My treat, all right?”

“NO! Sonic!” Miles’ tails went berserk with frustration. “I don’t want chili dogs or ice cream! Make me cum, please!” The fox strained against Sonic’s bondage, desperate to get some friction that would tip him over the edge into one hell of an orgasm.

But Sonic was one step ahead, his paw completely still, denying Miles those one or two strokes he craved. “Nuh-uh, Tails. Remember—you gotta edge so it feels extra special good.”

With Miles’ balls hanging loose again, the two-tailed vulpine sighed. “It teases so bad, Sonic,” he said, almost whimpering, feeling the earth-shattering orgasm slipping away.

“Don’t be sad, li’l buddy,” said Sonic, feeling Miles’ frantic heartbeat against his gloved palm. “Each edge makes it better and better. Now you’re gonna have a mondo orgasm and we’re going out for dogs and your favorite, mint ice cream.”

The fox sighed heavily. “How can you tell, Sonic?” asked Miles, his tails drooping, their white tips just touching the ground. “You always stop just before I have the orgasm.”

“Your balls, Tails,” said Sonic. “It happens to all of us. Right before you jizz, they wrinkle up and pull in.” The hedgehog flicked pre off the tip of Miles’ cockhead, but almost immediately, another huge drop took its place.

Miles flashed his teasing friend a smile. “Is that why you keep glancing between my legs?” The kit craned his neck and narrowed his eyes at Sonic’s crotch; as Miles expected, Sonic’s cock was sticking straight out, hard as a diamond. “Maybe I oughta edge you a bit, Sonic. See if you can stand it,” said Miles with a naughty giggle, the tips of his big toes twitching.

Sonic raised an eyebrow, his paw still grasping Miles by the base of his cock. “All right, li’l bro. We can up the ante if you want. Tell you what … If you cum loads for me now, I won’t touch myself all week, and on Friday, you can have your way with me.”

“I like the sound of that, Sonic. But how much do I have to cum?” Miles listened with rapt attention, his prick ears swiveled in Sonic’s direction, cock still twitching in the hedgehog’s hand.

Sonic stroked his chin with his free paw and looked up, losing himself in thought for a couple of seconds. “Tell you what, kiddo. If you spurt twelve times or more, I’ll be all yours. That sound fair?”

“I like the sound of that, Sonic,” said Miles, excited at the prospect of getting revenge on his smug friend. “But I dunno if I can keep count when I’m having my orgasm, Sonic.” The fox frowned at the realization.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’ll keep an eye on you and count as it comes out, all right? And after you spew, chili dogs and mint ice cream.”

“I like chili dogs and mint ice cream,” said Miles, looking down at his impossibly hard cock. “But I think I may like orgasms more.” The fox’s thighs shuddered, fighting the urge to pump into Sonic’s paw. “Sonic, please, can I cum now? For real.”

“Can you take it, li’l bro?” Sonic adjusted his glove, coaxing a drop of pre to slither down Miles’ rock-hard cock. “You haven’t cum in a few days, so this is gonna feel real good. It’s gonna be way past cool, and I dunno if you can keep it together.”

“Sonic, yes. I want it more than anything. Please!” begged Miles with a shaky voice.

Sonic smirked. “Gonna shoot nice warm ropes of the white stuff, huh, li’l buddy?”

Miles nodded cutely with a flick of his tails.

Sonic ran the tip of his finger up the back of the fox cock; Miles’ tails quivered in anticipation. “Yes, you can cum, li’l buddy.”

Miles’ cock throbbed in excitement, and a drop of precum flew out of the tip to land in the fox’s navel. “Please, Sonic, make me cum. Please!”

“All right, Tails. Just relax, lay your head back.”

The fox kit gasped and shivered as Sonic began to paw him. “Yes, Sonic!” he rasped, the seed of orgasm sprouting deep in his groin. “Keep going, keep going!”

“Good boy, kiddo. Lots of thick spurts. Come on!” Sonic grinned wide as the wind from his friend’s two tails spinning under the table made his quills flutter. “Careful, now. Don’t want you flying off with the table,” he said. Sonic picked up the pace, his five-fingered hand now massaging the cute fox’s cock at the same speed Miles would masturbate himself.

Miles’ groin smoldered fiercely as days’ worth of warm fox cum stewed and bubbled, ready to burst out like water from a broken pipe under pressure. “Oh, yes, Sonic! It’s coming! I’m gonna cum!” Miles yelled as Sonic pounded his cock into oblivion.

Miles was going to cum his cute, furry guts out—Sonic just knew. Knew from how hard his paws were wrapped around the chains, from how hard his sensitive toes were clenched. From how hard his eyes were clamped shut. “Attaboy,” said Sonic. “No shame. Show me how good it feels.”

Miles’ balls jerked and throbbed; the youngster shuddered and groaned as the first wave of orgasmic pleasure tore through him. Distinctly scented semen, mixed with pre, blasted out of him like a geyser that hadn’t erupted in a thousand years.

“One, two. Let it all out, li’l bro,” said Sonic over Miles’ moans of ecstasy, massaging the ejaculating fox’s throbbing cock, coaxing more and more cum out.

Miles’ cock spasmed in Sonic’s grasp and kept unleashing thick ropes of warm spunk that traveled a considerable distance. “I’M CUMMING, SONIC! I’M CUMMING!” The fox threw his head back in ecstasy. “YES! YES! YES!” he cried with each spurt.

“You’re doing great, li’l buddy. Four, five,” said Sonic as Miles arched his back into the orgasm, spurts as thick and far-traveling as ever.

His tails flicked and wagged in delight as their owner arched his back, toes pointing and curling, cock twitching and yeeting thick, ropey strings. By volume, reach and number of spurts, Miles was easily shooting as much as an adult bear.

“Seven. Eight. Was the edging worth it?” asked Sonic with a smirk everyone this side of the galaxy knew all too well. Miles, with his back curved in pleasure and his butt rocking to the beat of his cumshot, wasn’t facing Sonic and was in no position to answer; the powerful heaving against Sonic’s fist was, indeed, better than any response Miles could ever give.

“Ten. Eleven.”

With his toes curled so tight that his claws touched his wrinkled white soles, a boyish yet manly moan of relief escaping his muzzle every other spurt, strand after strand of warm fox semen pumped out of Miles’ dick.

Miles’ never-ending climax finally tapered off. He relaxed his back and watched Sonic stroke the last few jets of cum out of him. Under the table, Miles’ tails twitched and danced along with his orgasm. With a horny smile on his blushing face, Miles grunted gutturally, watching each of the last of his orgasmic pulses, his toes stretching and curling in the background.

“Twelve. Thirteen.”

Miles, with his toes fanned out and his twin appendages curled up tight under the table, finished orgasming with two hearty throbs of his cock to shoot out a few droplets of clear cum.

“Wow. And that makes fifteen spurts, Miles. Impressive,” said Sonic, letting go of his friend’s cock, carefully avoiding the now remarkably sensitive glans. “I didn’t know you were this pent-up, li’l buddy.”

Miles’ body went limp, and he collapsed, a cum-drenched, sweaty mess. “That felt so good, Sonic,” he said, his cock shrinking, leaving a treasure trail of cum that went from his navel all the way down to the base of his cock. “So I guess Friday it’s my turn?”

“You bet it is, li’l bro. But first, how about those chili dogs? And that mint ice cream?” asked Sonic, freeing Miles from his bondage.

“I’d love that,” said Miles, sitting up on the table, his tails still poking through the hole in the middle. “First I gotta shower, though. And get rid of this cramp.” The fox scowled and rested his left foot in his lap and began to massage the big toe. “It always happens when I orgasm big time,” he said with a giggle.