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", "writing": "[b][center]The Firefly Club[/center][/b]\n\n[center]By Stitch[/center]\n\n[center][i]Chapter 4[/i][/center]\n\nMilo killed the bubble jets in the hot tub, and then they fished their sopping swim trunks out of the water. As he stood naked by the poolside, Tristan realized then that he'd neglected to bring a spare pair of anything dry. ``It's okay, just leave `em hanging on the back of the chair there, and they'll be dried off in no time,'' said Milo as he gestured to one of the several cushy-looking reclining patio chairs that were strategically placed around an open river rock-lined fire pit nestled in the middle of a sandstone grotto not far from the pool.\n\nThey tossed their dribbling shorts over the back of one of the nearby chairs. It felt more than a little weird to be wandering stark naked through Milo's back yard, and Tristan grimaced self-consciously as he shook a thin spray of water droplets from his tail. Despite Milo's assurances that 1) the neighbors couldn't see a thing through the tall fence and high landscaping that surrounded the place, and 2) his parents were out of town until late that evening, Tristan couldn't help but imagine the awkwardness of trying to explain why he and his beaver friend had suddenly gone full nudist, their private bits exposed for all to observe.\n\n``Shower's over this way,'' said Milo as he led Tristan to the side of a small stone and redwood building nestled tastefully in the lush green landscaping that ran along one edge of the hilly lawn. \n\n\t``Umm... where?'' asked Tristan as he stood over one of several small round metal drains set in the concrete just beside a stonework wall. He was looking up, but instead of any spigots or pipes, all he could see was a lot of dark lava rocks hanging out over the edge of the roof.\n\n``You're standing in it,'' said Milo as he reached behind a small outcropping of rocks and grabbed hold of a little chrome faucet dial that Tristan hadn't noticed before. Milo gave the knob a few quick twists - there was a soft hissing sound, and then, to Tristan's surprise, he was suddenly drenched in a cascade of warm water. He took an instinctive step backward as he looked up and saw, to his immediate delight, that there was a bona fide waterfall pouring down from the stones. He laughed while Milo beamed at him. Together, they stepped into the gently undulating curtains of water that streamed down from the lava rocks. Milo produced a small hotel-sized bar of pale green soap from a little dish set into the stones beside the faucet, which they passed back and forth while they scrubbed the chlorine and pool water out of their fur.\n\n``I'm moving in, okay?'' said Tristan as he dipped his head into a sheet of water.\n\n``Fine by me,'' agreed Milo. ``Want me to do your back?''\n\n``Mm-hmm,'' Tristan hummed happily with a nod as he shook the several thick droplets of foamy suds from his ear tips. He turned his back toward Milo, who reached up and began to rub the bar of soap firmly up and down his spine. Tristan dipped his head under the spray again and folded his ears back to keep the water from going in. He could feel Milo's soapy paws scrubbing along his shoulders, across his neck, and down to the small of his back. Thick gobbets of creamy foam splattered loudly down around his feet to melt into the churning water and swirl away down the drain. \n\nMilo's paws kneaded and caressed their way over his rump, then squeezed gently around the base of his tail. He felt the beaver's paw stroke into the cleft of his backside, his soapy fingers slipping up and down against his most private area, and he blushed under his fur. Hunkering over slightly, he held his sopping tail up, feeling little rivulets of soap suds trickling down through the fur between his legs. Milo pressed one paw against Tristan's hip and rubbed more firmly, the sides of his fingers dragging against Tristan's anus. Tristan held still, wondering whether Milo was planning on actually putting a finger into him, the way he'd done to the young beaver in the hot tub - but Milo simply scrubbed for a few more seconds, then reached up and scooped a pawful of water down along Tristan's lower back to wash away some of the soap.\n\nMilo rinsed him several more times to get rid of the rest of the suds. Then, with a curious gleam in his shiny black eyes, he reached down and gently spread Tristan's backside with both paws, his thumbs pressed tightly against either side of his pucker. Tristan blinked, feeling his anus clench up as the cool air whispered across his now exposed flesh. After a moment he managed to relax again, keenly aware of Milo's gaze taking in all of his most secret details. Not that he, Berry and Rocko had never flashed their buttholes at each other, of course, but that had always been as a sort of joke, one of those ``Hey, lookit [i]this[/i], hee hee!'' things that cubs did to be naughty. The way Milo was looking at him felt pretty different.\n\nMilo, apparently satisfied, let go of Tristan's rump, then stroked his paws gingerly down his wet tail, squeezing some of the water out of his fur. He gave Tristan a half-embarrassed little smile. ``Do me?'' he asked, holding out the little bar of soap. Tristan nodded and took the slick bar while Milo turned around. Working up a thick layer of suds between his paws, Tristan began to knead at Milo's shoulders. He watched as heavy clumps of foam dribbled down the beaver's back, some of them sticking in his fine, silky fur. Tristan rubbed them away, then let his paws slide over Milo's lower back and haunches. Milo leaned back against him, his heavy tail slapping once against the wet concrete. Tristan moved closer and hunkered down behind Milo's rump. Reaching one paw out into the air for balance, he began to rub the bar of soap against Milo's plump backside, his wet fingers dragging pleasantly through the fine, dark brown fur. \n\nMilo's tail base was powerfully muscular, and so thick around that Tristan couldn't entirely close his fingers around it. There was a spray of longish fur sprouting from his rump around the spot where his tail connected to his body, which tapered down to a soft sort of peach fuzz just above where the tail thickened out into a flat paddle shape. The whole of it appeared to be covered in small, shiny scales that made Tristan think of black salmon skin. He stroked his soapy paw down the back of it and wondered idly how sensitive it was.\n\nIntrigued, he slipped his paw down underneath, feeling the beaver's warm muscles rippling against his fingers, and gently but insistently began to lift upward. He could tell that there was no way he'd be able to pull the beaver's powerful tail up if Milo didn't want him to, but Milo accommodatingly hunched forward and lifted it for him. The thick, oar-shaped appendage hung in the air, water trickling off the sides. Tristan leaned in even closer, so close he could see all the soft little guard hairs beneath Milo's outer fur. Reaching up, he stroked through the plush pelt with his fingertips, soon once again exposing the tight pink pucker of the beaver's cloacal opening. \n\nHeart beating a bit faster in his chest, Tristan pushed the sopping fur away from it, then gently spread it open with the sides of his fingers, revealing a little of that reddish-pink, tender interior. [i]`I was in him there,'[/i] he thought, remembering the incredible sensation of that small, fleshy opening clamping and squeezing down around his finger. Tristan's head went light, a tingle of excitement licking down his spine, and for a single moment he was on the verge of leaning in closer still, a [i]lot[/i] closer...\n\nInstead he blew a little sigh out and stood back upright. Skin blushing hot under his fur, he rubbed a little gob of lather against Milo's vent, his penis once again sticking halfway up out of his sheath while he did it. Had he really just been about to do what he'd been thinking about doing...?\n\nMilo waited patiently while Tristan finished scrubbing the soap off of his rump, then lowered his tail, which again slapped wetly onto the ground. Tristan traced his paw down Milo's spine, then slid his arms around Milo's midsection and squeezed up against him so that the beaver's back was pressed against his belly. Milo blinked and half turned his head to look at him. Tristan stroked his paws over Milo's pudgy middle, then leaned down and nuzzled gently at his neck. Milo leaned his head to the side, exposing more of his throat. Tristan responded by tenderly rubbing the end of his muzzle along it, from his jawline down to his shoulder, savoring the warm, wet, earthy-scented fur of his friend as it tickled against his nose. Then he took a half step back, his arms sliding away from around Milo. They stood facing each other, both of them smiling, the spray from the waterfall sprinkling down around them.\n\nMilo set the soap bar back down on its little porcelain tray, then shut the faucet off. The flowing ribbons of water quickly died down to a faint spattering trickle, then stopped altogether. ``Hang on, we got some towels in the sauna,'' said Milo as he padded around the corner of the little building, leaving a wet trail of webbed, long-toed footprints on the concrete. Tristan heard a door open. [i]`A sauna and everything,'[/i] thought Tristan with a sigh and a soft pang of envy in the pit of his belly. Milo reappeared a few moments later with a folded pair of plush white bath towels held in front of him the way a waiter brings a birthday cake out. Tristan took one, and they quickly toweled themselves as dry as best they could. \n\nAfter draping their wet towels over the backs of another pair of deck chairs, Tristan followed Milo back into the house, both of them still wearing only their still-damp fur. Milo led him into the kitchen, where he began to rummage around inside a large, polished oak cabinet. ``So how hungry are you?'' he heard Milo ask, his voice muffled from behind the wooden door.\n\n``Starved,'' answered Tristan as he took in the details of Milo's kitchen. There was a long white-tiled counter-top running along the far wall, just beneath a large multi-paned bay window that looked out over the back yard and pool. The surface was remarkably free from the usual kitchen clutter... no plastic bags filled with half-eaten loaves of supermarket bread, no leftover donuts or scattered plastic-ware. Instead, there were several brilliantly polished copper kettles, a porcelain rainbow trout painted with an elaborate flower pattern, some potted ferns, and a single fancy-looking wooden bowl filled with shiny crimson apples. It was probably the cleanest kitchen Tristan had ever seen. ``You guys do much cooking?'' he asked as he leaned up against one of the two little counter-top islands near the dining nook.\n\n``Sure,'' said Milo as he pulled out an orange box with a picture of a steaming stack of pancakes on the front of it. ``You should see the spreads my mom does for those pool parties I was telling you about. Say, you're not allergic to anything, are you? Peanuts, milk...?''\n\nTristan shook his head. ``Nah, I don't think so. I got sick from a deep fried Zippee's Mango-Bango Frooty-Booty Empanada Slider at the mall one time, but that's about it.''\n\nMilo chuckled and tsked at him. ``Well, those things'd probably make a grizzly bear hurl. I'm gonna fix us up something a [i]lot[/i] better.'' He began to bustle around to various cabinets, pulling out boxes, spice bottles, and a large jar of creamy peanut butter, which he set down on the nearest counter-top. ``I knew a grizzly bear when I was young, come to think of it,'' Milo continued. ``Little guy, sat next to me in kindergarten. I ran into him last year.'' He set down an open box of baking powder next to a shiny metal bowl, then held his arm up above his head, paw flat out. ``Guy was, like, [i]this[/i] tall and built like a professional freeway crash barrel. All I could do was shake his paw and go `guhhh...''' He held his jaw slack for emphasis, his eyes rolled up at the ceiling.\n\nTristan laughed, his tail swishing behind him. ``Got anything to drink? I'm parched.''\n\nMilo nodded. ``Check the fridge. There's some cold pop, milk, iced tea... cherryade, I think, if my dad didn't get to it.''\n\nThere was indeed a variety of cold sodas of various flavors and labels nestled inside the door of the large black fridge, including Tristan's personal favorite, Plum Island Ginger Spice, an aqua blue bottle of which he happily plucked out. ``Want anything?'' he asked.\n\nMilo was lugging a heavy-looking silver waffle iron out of the pantry, its black power cord dangling to one side. ``Yeah, grab me a Minty Lime, if there's any left,'' he said as he hefted the iron onto the counter-top next to the silver bowl. Tristan fetched a chilled bottle of bright green soda from the fridge, flicked the cap off, and set it down next to the waffle iron. ``Thanks,'' said Milo. ``Oh, could you get the milk, too?''\n\n``What're you making?'' asked Tristan as he returned to the fridge for the milk, which was in a large glass jug with a sealed stopper on top.\n\n``Cross stack,'' replied Milo as he took the jug from Tristan, as though that explained everything. Tristan decided to just let it be a surprise and watched Milo as the beaver began to sift various powders into the bowl. They chit-chatted casually while Milo stirred, mixed and sprinkled spices and liquids out of tiny glass bottles. Tristan would get caught up in discussing the latest video games, or teachers at school that he liked, or the upcoming movie slate (they both agreed that `Battle at Procyon 6' was that summer's can't-miss sci-fi event, though Milo said he'd take a pass on `The Howling Ghosts of Grimwater' because he wasn't big on scary flicks) before remembering with a giddy little rush that he was standing stark naked in the kitchen of a dear friend with whom he'd just had a very pleasant experience. \n\n`Cross stack' turned out to be a waffle that had a generous creamy layer of molasses, praline and nutmeg-spiced peanut butter melted into the middle. Milo made two, one for each of them, and slathered them with fresh butter, a thick dollop of maple syrup, and a light dusting of cinnamon sugar. It smelled fantastic, and Tristan's belly was loudly gurgling as Milo passed him his plate. They sat down at the kitchen table, which was oval-shaped and made of what looked like solid black oak. Tristan sliced off a square-shaped piece and popped it into his muzzle, his teeth crunching through the crispy outside and sinking into the almost ridiculously gooey, chewy center. \n\n``'S good?'' asked Milo through a mouthful of his own waffle.\n\n``Hhhmmmrgblhh,'' replied Tristan blissfully as he chewed, his taste buds tingling. He swallowed, then said: ``No fooling, this is [i]absolutely[/i] the best waffle in the entire universe. Where'd you learn how to make these?''\n\nMilo smiled and cut into his waffle with the side of his fork. ``Sawcheek Bay. Little town way up north... you know, just past Blackcreek, where all the casinos and resorts are?''\n\nTristan shook his head and took another bite.\n\n``Waaaaay up in the Washpan Mountains. Really pretty place, all yellow pines and lakes and hiking trails. My grandparents have a cabin up there that we visit in the fall. Anyhow, in town there's this huge dining hall where they do this big lumberjack-type breakfast on the weekends, and cross stack with black coffee is definitely the thing to get.''\n\n``You like coffee?'' asked Tristan incredulously before taking another bite. His dad was a big-time coffee aficionado, chugging down two or three inky-black cups of home brew each morning before heading off to work - but despite Tristan's best efforts to acquire the taste, he found that even the best, most fanciest blends tasted to him like hot melted erasers.\n\n``Yeah, but I'm a total wuss,'' said Milo through half a mouthful of waffle. ``I always have to dump in a bunch of cream and sugar, which in Sawcheek Bay is kind of like putting hot pink glitter wax on your whiskers and sashaying around town in a feather boa.''\n\nTristan laughed. ``Cream and sugar equals town harlot, got it.''\n\nMilo chuckled back at him and propped his elbow onto the tabletop, then leaned his cheek into his paw and smiled dreamily. ``Gee, if only those burly lumber truck drivers knew what I get up to in the hot tub...''\n\nTristan felt himself blushing hot under his fur. He took another gooey bite and swished his tail behind him, reflecting for a moment that Milo's folks would probably not be pleased if they could see him grinding his damp, naked fox butt into their fancy kitchen chair. The two of them peered at each other while they chewed and swallowed the last of their waffles. Then Milo set his fork down on his peanut butter-smeared plate and pursed his lower lip up against the backs of his large front teeth.\n\n``Say, Tris... can I call you that, by the way?''\n\nTristan nodded. ``Sure, it's what all my friends call me.''\n\nMilo nodded back. He seemed to be contemplating something difficult to say, his eyes flicking down to his plate and studying it as though whatever words he was looking for were scribbled there in the maple syrup. ``I really like you,'' he said at last. ``You like me too, right?''\n\nTristan blushed even harder. How had they managed to go from waffles and sci-fi flicks to this? For lack of a better idea of what to do, he reached out and gently patted the back of Milo's paw. Milo blinked and looked back up at him. ``Of course I do. You've been... well, you're one of the nicest guys I've ever met.''\n\nMilo gave him a bashful smile, then wrapped his fingers around Tristan's so that they were holding paws over the table. ``Thanks. So, can I ask you something personal?''\n\nTristan gave Milo's fingers a little squeeze. ``I guess we're at the `personal' level. Go ahead.''\n\nMilo paused and glanced back down at his plate before continuing. ``What we did in the tub... you did like it, right?''\n\nTristan almost laughed, but managed to purse his lips and stifle it. He felt himself blushing even hotter under his fur. Had he liked it? Hadn't that been obvious? Squeezing Milo's fingers tighter, he said, ``Well, yeah. It was great.''\n\n ``It's just... I didn't want it to seem like I was trying to... y'know, it happened sort of quick, and I... w-wanted to make sure it was something [i]you[/i] really wanted to happen.'' Milo continued to stare down at his plate as though another cross stack waffle had appeared there.\n\nTristan's eye-whiskers furrowed as he nibbled one corner of his lower lip, trying to think of something clever or useful to say. After several moments of coming up blank, he reached his other paw out and cupped it over the back of Milo's. ``Well, we didn't do anything I didn't want,'' he said, ``and I guess I'm... I'm really flattered, that you wanted to do that. With me, I mean.''\n\nMilo finally looked up at him, a relieved little smile turning up the corners of his muzzle. ``Me too.''\n\n[center]<><><><><><><><><><>[/center]\n\nSeveral minutes later, Milo stood at the sink, vigorously scrubbing the inside of a stainless steel bowl with a plastic brush. Tristan stood beside him, a dry dishtowel in his paw. Early afternoon sunlight streamed bright and golden through the long kitchen window, making the bowl of waxy crimson apples gleam like dull rubies. Milo passed him the dripping bowl, which he began wiping dry.\n\n``The silverware and little plates can go in the washer,'' said Milo. ``The big stuff doesn't fit, I'm afraid.''\n\n``No problem, I'm good at doing dishes,'' said Tristan as he set the bowl down on the tile counter-top. ``Besides, it's a small price to pay for such an awesome lunch.''\n\nMilo chuckled and passed him a second bowl. Soon all the dishes were either stacked on the counter or lined neatly in the top and bottom rack of the dishwasher. Tristan folded his towel in half, looked for a spot to set it down, then meekly passed it to Milo when he realized he had no idea where it should go. Milo hung it over a towel bar next to the washer, then leaned on his forearm against the counter-top, the sunlight shimmering on his chocolaty brown fur. Tristan did likewise... it was amazing, he thought, how quickly one got used to walking around stark naked. It was going to seem odd, getting back into his probably still-damp swim trunks later on.\n\n``'Nother personal question?'' asked Milo.\n\n``You can ask me anything,'' replied Tristan.\n\n``Was that... you know, the first time you've ever done anything like that?''\n\nTristan felt himself blushing for about the hundredth time that day. ``Well, er... I've, ah...''\n\nMilo glanced down at the counter-top, clearly embarrassed. ``You don't have to tell me. Just curious.''\n\nTristan sighed, shrugged and turned to look out the window. ``No, it's fine. The truth is, that's a [i]lot[/i] farther than I've ever gone. With anybody else, I mean. I guess I'm still a blushing virgin, for all intents and purposes,'' he added with a forced chuckle. They both looked out the window in silence for several long moments. Tristan folded his arms together on the counter-top and leaned on them. ``You're not, though, are you?'' \n\nMilo swallowed and shook his head, the furry hollow of his throat hitching. Tristan followed his gaze out the window and saw another white and purple moth flutter haphazardly over the porch outside before disappearing behind a cluster of blue hibiscus flowers.\n\n``Would you like to do it with me, Tris?''\n\nTristan blinked, his belly tightening slightly. The question didn't come as a surprise, really, but it was quite a thing to hear it spoken out loud all the same.\n\n``You don't have to say yes,'' Milo continued. ``I won't take it personal, if you don't want to. It's not a little thing, and you only ever get to do it once, you know? Your first time, I mean. It ought to be something special.''\n\nTristan nibbled at his lower lip, his whiskers fanning out. The tightness in his belly had melted away, to be replaced by a nervous tickle that was somewhere between anxiety and anticipation. He felt a surge of gratitude, too, that Milo had been the one to broach the subject... he wasn't sure if he would have had the nerve to, on his own.\n\n``If you aren't ready, or maybe there's somebody special you've got in mind... like I said, I understand completely. You probably ought to take some time to think about it-'' Milo continued, and might have gone on if Tristan hadn't taken a step toward him, gently cupped the underside of his muzzle in his paw, and pulled him in for a smooch.\n\nMilo's eyes went wide as he drew in a surprised gasp through his nostrils, his lips quivering against Tristan's. After a moment, he kissed back, his arms slipping around the fox's midsection. Tristan wrapped his own arms around Milo's plump middle and squeezed himself up against the beaver's warm body, both of them closing their eyes. Tristan rubbed his mouth gently but firmly against Milo's, taking in the sensation the hard square points of his teeth and the moistness of his lips. He tasted a faint whiff of waffle batter on the tip of his tongue while their noses rubbed tightly together, both of them holding their breath for one long, blissful moment.\n\nThe kiss parted with a soft smack, but Tristan kept his arms wrapped snugly around Milo, his fingers spread deeply into the beaver's silky fur. If there had been any lingering doubt in Tristan's mind, it was gone now. ``I want to,'' he said.\n\nMilo peered at him wide-eyed, looking slightly shell-shocked, as though he'd already convinced himself that Tristan was going to say no. ``You're really sure?''\n\nTristan nodded. ``I'm ready, and I'm... well, I'd love for it to be with you. I really would.''\n\nFor a moment, Milo stood speechless, his mouth hanging slightly agape to reveal the flat, chisel-like tips of his incisors. His eyes glistened wetly in the reflected sunlight from the counter-top. At last he pulled Tristan in for another hug, this time burying his muzzle in the fur on the side of Tristan's neck and nuzzling deeply.\n\n[center]<><><><><><><><><><>[/center]\n\nMilo's bedroom was on the second floor at the end of a long hallway done up in plush creamy white carpeting, the walls tastefully decorated with small oil paintings of flower vases, sun-dappled forests and fishing boats. The beaver led Tristan by the paw toward the bedroom door, his webbed toes sinking deeply into the soft pile of the carpet, leaving behind footprints that quickly sprang back up and disappeared. Still naked, Tristan followed, his fingers wrapped around Milo's, a knot of day-before-his-birthday anticipation tingling in the pit of his belly.\n\nCompared to the immaculate state of the rest of the house, Tristan was pleasantly surprised to find that the inside of Milo's bedroom, while cleaner and better organized than many he'd seen, still featured a cozy amount of lived-in clutter. There were model trains and airplanes, some only partially finished and surrounded by a scattering of little plastic parts, strewn about on top of a broad double chest of redwood drawers. Two of the walls were lined with several tall dark-stained pine bookshelves, all of them filled with books ranging from comics and adventure magazines to what looked like a shark leather-bound set of foil-embossed classics. A colorful trio of matted and framed posters advertising decades-old rock concerts hung on the wall above a stripe-patterned recliner chair that sat beside a large square-paned window. The curtains were closed, but should they be opened, Tristan had no doubt they would show off a lovely view over the front yard, down the tree-lined street, and out to the far off grid-scape of the city nestled in the heart of the valley below.\n\nMilo kicked a rumpled purple jacket from the center of the floor, sending it to land in a wad beside a pair of closed white-painted walk in closet doors. ``Heh... messy,'' he said with an embarrassed smile.\n\nTristan chuckled and rolled his eyes. ``If this is your idea of a mess, you really don't wanna see my room.''\n\n``Nah, I'd love to see your place sometime,'' said Milo as he led Tristan past the bookshelves, toward a wide, cushy-looking king-sized bed spread over with tan sheets and a thick, downy white and green comforter.\n\n``Come over anytime,'' replied Tristan. ``You're polite, you're smart, you can cook... my folks'll love you.''\n\nMilo laughed his soft, high laugh as he stopped at the edge of his bed. Letting go of Tristan's paw, he pulled the soft, plush comforter and sheets back, then turned around and sat down on the side of the mattress. He tucked his tail between his legs and leaned back, looking up at Tristan expectantly, his dark eyes gleaming in the dull light that filtered in through the curtains.\n\nTristan moved close, so that their knees were just touching, and peered down at Milo uncertainly. It was really starting to sink in, that he wasn't just in Milo's bedroom to check out his model airplanes and adventure comics. For a long moment, he simply stood there, arms hanging at his sides like limp noodles, feeling at a complete loss for what he was supposed to do next. How many times had he imagined a moment like this one, late at night beneath his bed sheets? Now that it was really happening, where was that suave, charming, confidently assertive fox from all his fantasies? That guy seemed to have left the building, leaving just plain old Tristan standing there with what was probably a befuddled look on his face.\n\nMercifully, Milo, probably sensing that the first move was his to make, reached his paws up and slid them up along Tristan's sides, his fingers splaying out into his fur. The young beaver leaned forward and planted a kiss in the middle of Tristan's belly, his hot breath gushing through the red and white fur and down below to the skin. Tristan blew out a sigh and reached his right paw up to stroke gently at the back of Milo's head, feeling a warm tingle stirring between his legs. Once more, the end of his sheath opened up, letting the tip of his penis poke free into the air. He wondered if Milo was going to kiss him there, the way he'd done in the tub, but the beaver simply nuzzled his stomach for a short while, then sat back upright again and smiled up at him. Tristan could see that Milo's puckered pink cloacal vent had tightened and pulled open a bit to reveal the pointed end of his own penis, and once again he found himself feeling flattered. \n\nReaching out, he rubbed his paws over Milo's shoulders, letting his fingers drag through his soft, still faintly damp beaver fur. Then he leaned down and kissed the end of the Milo's muzzle, their mouths crushing together. By now, Tristan had figured out the exact right spot to aim for, just a little to the side of Milo's large, square front teeth. Their lips rubbed together, then parted in unison, the ends of their tongues joining wetly. Tristan pushed forward with his, licking and twirling a bit clumsily along the side of Milo's tongue, their lips sealed. ``Mmm,'' Tristan heard himself whimper through his nose, his breath coursing through Milo's bristly whiskers.\n\nThey continued their kiss for what seemed like a good long time, each of them pushing and pulling their way back and forth into each other's muzzles. Tristan found his mind drifting back to their first meeting in the locker room, to how he'd been so puzzled and then strangely comforted by the sympathetic beaver who seemed only to want to be his friend. Somehow, incredibly, that single encounter, that one flicker of chance, had led all the way to this moment. It seemed both ridiculous and delightfully inevitable, the way Tristan had always imagined winning the lottery must feel. A shiver of pleasure rippled up his spine.\n\nThe kiss seemed to break of its own accord, their mouths parting wetly with a quick flash of pink as Milo's tongue darted back behind his big teeth. Tristan saw with a twinge of embarrassment that a hair-thin, shimmering string of mingled spit came away with him, dangling in the air between their muzzles for a moment before breaking and falling down into to his own chin fur. Blushing at his ear-tips, he reached up and gingerly rubbed it away from the underside of his muzzle. Milo simply smiled his warm smile and scooted back onto the mattress.\n\nThe beaver pulled his legs up and swung them toward the end of the bed, his large webbed feet disappearing beneath the folds of the soft green and white comforter. He propped himself up on his elbow and reached out with his other paw to rub encouragingly at the empty space on the mattress beside him, as though to say `Come on up, there's plenty of room.'\n\nTristan sat down on the edge of the soft mattress, then hoisted his legs up and stretched himself out on his back beside Milo, his feet disappearing beneath the heavy folds of the comforter. For a moment all he could do was stare up at the ceiling, which he saw was flecked with a scattering of tiny glow-in-the-dark star and planet stickers. His heart thumped in his chest, not quickly, but heavily, the way it always had done when he was little and awaiting the beginning of a movie in a darkened theater, or the pop gun at the start of a track race, or maybe the first bang of a fireworks show. He was ready for this, wasn't he?\n\nMilo slid his paw up and over Tristan's belly, his fingers spreading slowly out into the fur around his navel, and began to rub in a slow circle. Leaning in close, he kissed Tristan's cheek, his whiskers fanning out. Perhaps misreading the uncertainty in Tristan's hesitation, he murmured into his ear, ``Anytime you want to stop, just say so. We don't have to do a single thing you don't want to.''\n\n``It's okay,'' Tristan mumbled back. ``I guess I'm just not really sure what I ought to be doing.''\n\nMilo smiled into his cheek and worked his fingers back and forth across Tristan's belly. ``We can do anything you like,'' he said, his warm breath sifting through Tristan's whiskers. ``Is there, you know, any stuff you've been thinking about trying?'' His paw slid down lower, his fingertips pushing down gently but firmly against the top of Tristan's sheath, and Tristan realized for the first time that he'd slid almost completely free, his penis poking stiffly up into the air. Milo let his index finger trace its way up the side of his shaft, his touch sending a little shiver of heat up Tristan's spine. ``We could do stuff with our mouths,'' the beaver murmured softly into Tristan's whiskers. ``I could lick you, if you want. Or you could do that to me. Would you like that?''\n\nTristan felt his belly twitch as his breath caught for a brief moment. He blinked and nodded. ``Ah... yeah... both...'' he heard himself whisper. His heavy pulse felt almost feverishly warm as his blood surged through his body, causing the rest of his penis and knot to push free from his quickly tightening sheath. He started down at himself, watching Milo's fingertip tracing its way up and down the length of his shaft. A tiny bead of silvery pre-come had already appeared at the very tip of it. \n\nMilo kissed the corner of his mouth again, a faint hum at the back of his throat, and propped himself up on his elbow. Then, with a not particularly graceful scootching shuffle, he managed to push himself down toward the end of his bed, his heavy paddle-like tail thumping with a whump into the comforter and flattening it. He stopped when his head was just alongside Tristan's lower belly, then leaned over him and placed his paws on either side of the fox's thighs. Milo glanced up at him, a self-conscious little smile turning up the corners of his muzzle, then turned his attention back down between Tristan's legs.\n\nTaking Tristan's shaft into his paw, Milo squeezed gently but firmly around the center of it, making the tip swell up slightly and go a darker shade of pink. That little bead of pre-come got bigger, then dribbled down the side of the shaft. Tristan could feel the intensity of Milo's gaze between his legs like it was a physical thing, warm and tingly, and he shivered. Propping himself up on his elbows, Tristan stared down and watched, content for the moment to simply let Milo do whatever he felt like doing.\n\nMilo squeezed and tugged along the skin of his shaft, his fingers dragging smoothly against him as the young beaver took in all the details with a curious but eager expression on his face. He leaned in closer still, so that his hot breath tickled across the tip of Tristan's penis. Letting his fingers slide down to the base of his shaft, Milo wrapped his paw around Tristan's swollen knot, which by now was almost fully engorged and throbbing. ``Never really seen a knot up close before,'' Milo murmured, then leaned down and planted a kiss on the side of Tristan's penis. He let his lips linger there for a few moments before sliding his mouth down and rubbing the end of his muzzle around Tristan's knot. ``Feels good?'' Milo asked gently, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.\n\n``Yeah,'' Tristan replied softly with a nod.\n\nMilo slid his fingers down around the very base of Tristan's knot, and for a moment Tristan thought he was going to squeeze, but the beaver simply held his fingers there and continued to kiss and nuzzle along the length of his penis. Then Tristan felt a hot wetness tickle up the side of his shaft, causing a little groan of pleasure to bubble up from the back of his throat. Milo's big front teeth scraped ever so gently against the underside of his penis as the beaver opened his muzzle wider and began to trace the tip of his tongue over the thin, taut skin. Tristan's penis pulsed and actually jerked against Milo's muzzle, another silvery bead of pre-come appearing at the pointed tip. By now Tristan was breathing heavily, his mouth hanging slightly open, and his tail swished involuntarily, the length of it brushing against Milo's chest and belly.\n\nMilo continued to lick and rub his mouth over the length of his penis, slowly at first, then more eagerly, clearly encouraged by Tristan's soft whimpers and gentle panting. The beaver dragged his mouth up the underside of the shaft, then opened even wider and, to Tristan's delighted astonishment, actually took him into his muzzle, engulfing him in a hot wetness that was beyond anything he'd imagined in his most feverish masturbatory fantasies. Milo tilted his head to one side to accommodate his big front teeth, then pulled, suckled and kneaded with his tongue, taking him deeper, until it felt to Tristan like the tip of his penis was almost to the back of the beaver's throat. Tristan could only hold still and make soft little murmurs of encouragement, his head spinning. \n\nJust as Tristan was beginning to think that he ought to warn Milo to dial it back a little unless he wanted to risk getting a mouthful of fox spunk, the beaver pulled his muzzle back, the length of Tristan's spit-slicked shaft popping free from his lips with a moist smack. Smiling, Milo continued to gently grasp the base of his knot in his fingers to hold him in place. He gave the tip of Tristan's penis a few more playful licks, a tiny string of sticky pre-come trailing briefly from the end of his tongue. ``Ohhh,'' Tristan managed to whimper.\n\nMilo rubbed his nose gently around the tip of Tristan's penis, then leaned back and peered up at him. ``Good?''\n\n``Wonderful,'' Tristan panted. ``That's wonderful.''\n\nMilo beamed. ``Want me to keep going? You can, you know, go ahead and finish, if you're ready. I don't mind.''\n\nTristan shook his head. ``No, not yet. I, ah, want to try...''\n\nNodding, Milo leaned back and pushed himself up from between Tristan's legs. Scooting forward, he lay down beside Tristan again on his back, his legs spread. Tristan could see that the beaver was now fully erect, his long, slender penis sticking straight up into the air. Gingerly, Tristan reached over and took it into his paw, his fingers wrapping around the center of the shaft. \n\n``Hmm,'' Milo murmured, eyes half-closed. They kissed again, their mouths crushing together while Tristan gently stroked between his legs. He could feel the warm, thin skin of Milo's penis sliding against his paw, the beaver thrusting his thighs slowly to match his strokes. When the kiss finally broke, Tristan scooted himself back on his knees and hunkered down between Milo's legs, still gently but firmly gripping the base of the beaver's shaft between his fingers. \n\nAiming the tip of it toward the end of his muzzle, Tristan leaned in close and took in all the up-close and personal details. Even in the dim light there was a taut shine to the pink skin, and a faint, delicate network of tiny veins pulsing away just beneath the surface. A little bead of sticky, silvery fluid glimmered at the very tip... experimentally, Tristan reached out with his free paw and touched it, smearing it against his fingertip. His nose twitched as his nostrils filled with the musky, coppery scent of it... he couldn't help but be reminded of the way Chip's spunk had smelled on the end of his nose, that overcast day last winter. Almost without thinking about it, he leaned down, parted his lips, and flicked his tongue out, tracing it in a tight ring around the soft, pliant nub of flesh at the tip of Milo's penis. He kneaded it, licking and lapping, and was rewarded by the sound of a high-pitched groan from Milo. Opening wider, he pushed his muzzle further down, taking first the tip, then the whole end of the shaft into his mouth.\n\nHe could feel Milo's body heat radiating onto his tongue as he suckled and pulled at him, coaxing out several fresh droplets of slick, salty fluid that filled his mouth with a raw, savory, unmistakably rodenty taste that again brought pleasant memories to the forefront of his mind. He actually smiled a little around the tip of the beaver's shaft as he let his tongue dart and lap its way around the hard, pulsing flesh of it, his mouth gradually taking in more of him until his nose was only a couple of inches from that soft, chocolatey belly fur. \n\nMilo's breath was coming heavy and deep now, a rhythmic sort of panting punctuated with occasional grunts and whimpers. His thighs quivered and pushed gently forward, driving his penis a little bit further into Tristan's mouth until the tip of it was practically at the back of his throat. Reaching up, the beaver placed his right paw gently against the top of his head and spread his fingers out to slowly rub at the fur between Tristan's ears. Tristan closed his eyes, content to simply savor all of the delightful sensations he was taking in, from the hot pulse of Milo's blood just underneath the skin of his rigid shaft to the tender, friendly touch of the paw stroking his head. There was also the pleasantly erotic feel of the scaly, muscular flesh of the beaver's tail rubbing up between Tristan's legs, pressing his erect penis against his own belly.\n\nMilo's slick, musky pre-come was dribbling more freely now, coating the back of Tristan's tongue and making him salivate. His spit started filling up his mouth, and to his embarrassment, a little glurch of it actually escaped from the corner of his muzzle to run in a thin stream down the side of Milo's shaft, where it puddled into the damp fur surrounding the tight, fleshy ring of his vent. Awkwardly, Tristan managed to swallow, his jaw trembling with the effort not to clamp down, since he was pretty sure Milo would not appreciate a row of pointy fox teeth digging into his penis. Fanning his whiskers out, Tristan began bobbing his head up and down, slowly and unsteadily at first, a sort of herky-jerky, stiff-necked motion that he gradually managed to smooth into something resembling a gentle rhythm. \n\nTristan blushed hot under his fur as he imagined how ridiculous he must look, with his fluffy red butt in the air and his face down between Milo's legs, the beaver's slobbery shaft sliding in and out of his mouth. He suckled deeply at Milo's penis, pulling tightly at the hot skin with his tongue, and felt the swollen tip poking at the back of his throat. Tristan was dimly aware that he was dangerously close to tripping his gag reflex, if he were to go even another quarter inch further in - and wouldn't that just be perfect, if he managed to hork up his cross stack? He squeezed his eyes shut, willing that particular mental image out of his head, and continued to slowly bob up and down, his tongue caressing Milo's shaft in what he hoped was a pleasurable way.\n\nHe must have been doing something right, because Milo's breathing was starting to get faster and more ragged, the same way it had in the hot tub. The young beaver's thighs were now thrusting gently upward in time with Tristan's downward strokes, pushing his penis rhythmically into his muzzle. Still suckling, Tristan looked up into Milo's face. The beaver's chubby cheeks were a spray of black whiskers, his mouth hanging open to expose his square front teeth as he panted, his chest and belly rising and falling quickly. It occurred to Tristan that it wouldn't take much to send Milo right over the brink, to make him orgasm into his mouth. For a long moment he found the temptation almost overwhelming, to pull extra hard with his tongue and drive the beaver's cock deep into the back of his throat. What would it be like, he wondered? To feel that sudden hot burst of salty, thick, sticky goo squirt against the back of his tongue, to let it gush over the roof of his mouth and fill his muzzle...\n\nTristan's head reeled for a moment and he blew a sigh out of his nose, his breath ruffling Milo's belly fur. With a tremendous force of will, he pulled his head up from between the beaver's legs, letting the now-throbbing shaft slide wetly out of his muzzle until it popped free and bobbed in the air, a thin dribble of silvery spit and pre-come drooling from the tip. He sat back on his haunches, his tail puffed out behind him, and gently stroked his paws over Milo's furry thighs.\n\nStill breathing heavily though his open mouth, Milo peered up at him, eyes gleaming in the dim light. ``I almost lost it...'' Milo panted. ``I was, ah, just about to warn you.''\n\nTristan continued rubbing his paws over Milo's thighs. ``Does that mean it was good?''\n\nMilo let out an incredulous chuckle. He reached a paw up and stroked his fingertips against Tristan's forearm. ``You've really never done that before?''\n\nTristan blushed ever harder and shook his head. ``Not in real life.''\n\nMilo took Tristan's paw into his own and squeezed it. ``So, what else would you like to try?'' He raised his heavy, paddle-like tail up between Tristan's legs and let it press against his balls. ``We might not have much time... you look like you're about ready to burst.''\n\nTristan peered down between his legs and saw that his cock had swollen up about as hugely as it ever had, the skin having gone almost blood red and the knot so engorged that it looked like it would never be able to fit back inside his body again. The tip of his penis was dribbling a thin stream of pre-come, a few droplets of which ran down the underside of his shaft to spatter onto the scaly black skin of Milo's tail. ``Er, well,'' Tristan said tentatively, ``the thing is... I mean, when I think about this kind of stuff, it's usually about... you know... going inside someone?'' Partly to emphasize what he meant, and partly just because he knew he could, he let his free paw slide down between Milo's legs and rubbed the tip of his middle finger against the beaver's tight, tender anal opening, just beneath the root of the beaver's now-throbbing erection. ``Would that be okay?''\n\nMilo hunched his thighs up at Tristan's touch and whimpered out a soft, agreeable sigh. ``That'd be great. Actually,'' he added with a bashful smile, ``it's kind of been a fantasy of mine, to try and take a knot. You know, to be tied?''\n\n``Really?'' Tristan blinked, then stared back down at his engorged knot, which looked to him to have swollen to the size of a small red apple. Experimentally, he pushed his fingertip once again into the center of Milo's vent, feeling the drum-tight flesh tremble against his skin. ``I mean... you really think it'd go in?''\n\nMilo gave him an appraising look between his legs and nodded. ``I'm pretty sure I could take it. I'm kinda stretchy, you know?''\n\nNot for the first time, Tristan found himself wondering just how experienced Milo really was at this sort of thing. The young beaver couldn't be much older than he himself was, but he sure seemed to know what he was doing. Who had Milo been with, he wondered with a faint twinge of jealousy? What sorts of things had Milo gotten to do in real life, while Tristan had been daydreaming up masturbatory fantasies and diddling himself under his bed sheets?\n\nTristan reached down and stroked idly at the sides of his knot, causing the still-dribbling tip of his penis to bob in the air just an inch or so away from Milo's pink, puckered opening. He'd been dying to try knotting, of course... what male canid didn't want to do that? He knew from experience that squeezing behind his knot was a sure-fire way to bring himself to a blissful state, and not just in a quick flurry of squirts and done, thank you sir. No, a proper knot massage was almost like having one long orgasm the whole time. Maybe not as intense as the final burst, but plenty delightful all the same, and it was possible to keep that shivery on-the-brink pleasure going for a good long time, if you did it right. Sometimes he'd lay on his side and tuck his penis and knot back between his legs, so that it was pointing behind and away from him, and then slowly rock back and forth, squeezing and kneading at the base of his knot with his thighs. He could spend a whole ten minutes just doing that, panting and moaning softly while his tingling cock throbbed in the air, occasionally squirting out a thin stream of watery, milky pre-come onto a rumpled up pair of underwear.\n\nYes, he'd truly love to try getting his knot good and proper into Milo... but sadly, he was pretty sure it wasn't going to happen. ``I'd love to tie with you,'' said Tristan, still fondling his knot, ``but, ah, I'm pretty sure it's a little too late. I mean... well, look at this thing.''\n\nMilo simply stroked at Tristan's paw and smiled again. ``But it'll go down again if we wait a little while, won't it?''\n\nTristan blinked. Waiting hadn't really been on his agenda - but on the other paw, what was the big rush? This was his first time, after all. Wouldn't it be better to really and truly do it right? ``Well, gee, I guess so,'' he said, pursing his lips. There had, of course, been plenty of frustrating times when he'd been interrupted while masturbating, or simply run out of time before having to get up and go do something, and on those maddening occasions he'd had to let his aching knot slowly deflate and pop back into his sheath, knowing full well that he was in for a long day of righteous blue-balls.\n\n``C'mere,'' said Milo, tugging gently on Tristan's paw. ``Lay down next to me, and we'll wait.''\n\nTristan scooted up alongside Milo and slid down onto his side, his arm draping over the beaver's pudgy belly. His swollen penis pressed up against Milo's thigh, and he had to resist the urge to start dry-humping him. This was probably going to take a while, he thought with an internal groan.\n\n[center]<><><><><><><><><><>[/center]\n\nMilo scootched sideways, slid his arm up behind Tristan's head and let the young fox cradle his cheek into his shoulder. With his other paw, he reached over and began to drag his claw-tips gently up and down through Tristan's chest fur.\n\nTristan shivered and watched the beaver's paw, with its nimble fingers and delicate webbing down near the knuckles... in a way it reminded him of Rocko's. He'd always felt a little pang of envy, watching his otter friend swoosh and zip through the water like a furry brown torpedo. What would it be like, he'd always wondered, to be equally at home in the water as on dry land? If he could swim like an otter - or a beaver, for that matter - he'd be able to dive down to the bottoms of coral reefs, exploring ancient crumbling shipwrecks and traversing through mysterious crystalline sea caverns, looking for long-lost treasures and drowned cities...\n\nMilo nudged him with a tender rub of his chubby cheek against the top of his head, causing one of Tristan's pointy red ears to fold back momentarily. ``So,'' Milo said softly, ``you were asking before, about me losing my virginity... wanna hear about it? My first time, I mean.''\n\n``Yeah, sure, if you don't mind,'' Tristan murmured back, his heart thumping heavily in his chest.\n\n``Not at all. Only... well, this [i]is[/i] a secret. You can't tell this to anybody else, okay?''\n\nTristan shook his head. ``No, of course I wouldn't, not to anyone.''\n\nMilo nuzzled at him between his ears again. ``Sorry, I trust you. It's just... I guess I haven't really told this to very many people, you know?''\n\nTristan nodded and cuddled himself up tighter against Milo's side, enjoying the beaver's cozy warmth radiating into him. \n\nMilo rubbed at his chest and continued: ``Well, you remember Camp Maple, of course. Last autumn was my first time there, because I missed out on the year before... I had a bad case of lupo fever, and had to skip a whole three weeks of school - which sucked a lot more than you'd imagine, by the way. I guess it was kind of weird, feeling like everybody else but me already knew where all the cabins were, and where to go, and what sorts of things to look forward to. \n\n``Even still, I absolutely loved the place right from the start. There's just something about being surrounded by giant redwood trees and pine cones, and early morning fog, crisp air, and lakes, and... and banana slugs, campfire smoke, s'mores, the whole thing. I guess I'm a real honest-to-goodness forest critter at heart. Way to live up to the stereotype, right?''\n\nTristan chuckled and shook his head. ``Eh, don't worry about it... you know how everybody thinks foxes are supposed to be all sly and sneaky? Well, I was so good at hide and seek when I was little that nobody would even play with me. They called me `Phantom Fox', which was... kinda cool and insulting at the same time, you know?''\n\nMilo laughed softly into the fur on Tristan's head, his whiskers fanning out. ``Aw, I think that sounds kind of awesome. It's better than `Eager Beaver', anyway. So, there's me at camp last year, feeling maybe a little shy and not having a lot of friends in my cabin... we were in Huckleberry, that big octagon-shaped one on the edge of that steep drop-off by the lake. Been in that one?''\n\nTristan nodded. ``Yeah, but only in the downstairs rec room for arts and crafts. I never got to bunk there. They keep putting me in Bristlecone, that single story one out by the amphitheater.''\n\n``Well, check out the second floor of Huckleberry, next time you go,'' said Milo, ``if only for the amazing view from the balcony. There's a cot with a blue and white stripey mattress next to the big stone fireplace up there - that one was mine. I remember my first night, laying all snuggled up under my blanket, hearing the embers crackle and the wind hissing through the treetops outside. I was tired, but for a long time I just sort of lay there with my eyes half closed, listening.\n\n``It must have been about an hour later when I heard somebody get up from their bunk and shuffle off real quiet-like across the floor toward the row of bunks along the bay window. At first I thought it was just someone getting up to pee, but then I heard whispers, so faint I almost missed it. Couldn't make out the words, but you could tell it was two cubs trying really hard not to wake anybody up. Just out of curiosity, I turned my head and looked over at them. I could make out a silhouette standing by the window, and I was pretty sure it was this reddish-brown squirrel with a big brushy tail who was bunked a few beds down from me. He was all hunkered over one of the cots beside the window, whispering down at what I was sure was a red kangaroo I remembered from earlier in the day - he'd said `Hi' to me on the bus and given me a stick of honeysuckle gum.\n\n``I'm not naturally much of a snoop, but I guess my curiosity got the better of me, and I squinted my eyes almost fully closed so they wouldn't catch any gleam from the embers in the fireplace. I dunno how, but I could tell they were doing something secret, and I kinda wanted to know what they were up to. Well, after a few more seconds of whispering, the squirrel took a quick look around the room, then pulled the kangaroo's blankets back and crawled in under them. I could hear the two of them rustling around, and a faint little squeak from one of the bed springs. Then they got quiet, and for a little while all I could see in the dark was a big lump under the kangaroo's blanket.\n\n``Now, at this point my heart was really thumping, because of course it had occurred to me what might be going on. I mean, naive little beaver and all, but not [i]that[/i] naive. Sure enough, after a minute or so I started seeing the blanket rustling and moving around, and it seemed to settle over the two of them to where I could make out a quick, jerky sort of up and down motion, right about between where the kangaroo's legs would be. I remember thinking, [i]`No... they're not really... are they? No, can't be...'[/i] with my heart jack-hammering away in my chest.\n\n``I could hear their breathing, too, and also that rhythmic rustle of their paws sliding against the blankets. You could tell they were trying to be quiet, but a squirrel and a kangaroo making love together is bound to make a little noise, right?\n\n``So there's me, laying in the dark with my heart slamming away in my chest and a boner throbbing away in my underwear, listening to these two play around with each other. I'm not sure which one of them finished first, but I could hear the breathing get heavier and heavier, then this strangled sort of grunt, and one of them going `Shhhh...' I never heard the other one come, but I'm sure he must have, because the humping motion under the sheets slowed down and stopped. About a minute later I saw the squirrel get up from underneath the kangaroo's blankets, tug up the elastic of his underwear and shuffle his way back across the room to his cot. I lay for a little while, staring at the kangaroo's bed across the way, my heart still thump-thumping away. I'm not sure if I can really describe what I was feeling. Excited, to be sure. Happy? Uncomfortable? A tad jealous, maybe? I waited for a little while longer, until I thought the squirrel and kangaroo must have fallen asleep, and then I pulled my boxers down and jerked off, real quick and real quiet. Sorta dabbed up the mess with my dirty sock, then finally managed to get some sleep.\n\n``Now, obviously that wasn't the part of the story where I did it for the first time, but I'm telling you about it because what I saw that night was still playing around in my mind the next day, when we all gathered downstairs for the communal morning shower...''\n\n``Ahh,'' said Tristan.\n\n``Ahh, indeed. I mean, there's everybody, including the squirrel and the kangaroo, all of us naked and dripping with soap and hot water, and all I can think about is what the two of them had been doing together, and wondering if it was going to happen again that night...''\n\n``How hard did you get?'' Tristan asked sympathetically.\n\n``Almost full-on,'' said Milo sadly. ``Didn't even feel it come out of the vent.''\n\n``Me either,'' nodded Tristan with a tsk. ``Betrayed by our own libidos.''\n\n``I guess I don't have to tell you how embarrassing that was. Everybody seemed to notice all at once and laugh, and there's me desperately trying to face the wall and cover myself with a pink washcloth. I remember that the squirrel was laughing too, which struck me as completely messed up, all things considered. I don't remember who first coined the `Eager Beaver' moniker, but by mid-day it had stuck. I mean, I did my best to let it roll off my back, just played it like `Eh, whatever', but deep down it really hurt.''\n\n``I know it,'' said Tristan, and he raised his head up and planted a sympathetic kiss on the corner of Milo's mouth.\n\nMilo smooched him back and continued: ``Well, all the same I wasn't about to let it ruin my week. Snarky nickname aside, there were plenty of great things going on, and I made it a point to enjoy the heck out of them. Huge stacks of pancakes dribbling with melted butter and maple syrup in the dining hall for breakfast, barbecued veggie burgers and foil-wrapped potatoes for lunch, day hikes through the pine groves to see the waterfalls, target practice at the archery range, painting and woodcarving, and oh, those lungfuls of fresh mountain air and campfire smoke. It was all wonderful, as far as I was concerned.\n\n``Maybe the best thing, though, was swim practice. You know how they rope off that one corner of the lake and set out those floating lane dividers?''\n\n``Mm-hmm,'' nodded Tristan. \n\n``Well, you know how swim practice is mandatory, but for those of us who clearly didn't need basic training, they let us assist the swim coaches... you know, helping the other cubs with how to stroke forward and breathe, or carrying kick-boards down from the lake house, that sort of thing. It sounds kind of like it'd be tedious, but there was one good reason why I got so into it. See, the coach for our group was this older teen raccoon named Boo...''\n\nTristan blinked and arched the whiskers over his eyes. ``Boo?''\n\nMilo chuckled softly and shrugged. ``Yeah, his full name was `Boudreaux'. Everybody just called him `Boo' for short. He was tall, strong, almost grown-up sized, and he had thick grey and black fur. Seven rings on his tail. His mask was really sharp, too, with the black part outlined in snowy white over his eyes and down his muzzle. Oh, he looked just like a movie star, standing on the edge of the wooden dock in his green swim trunks and a plastic whistle on a string around his neck. I guess it was pup-love at first sight, and it hit me hard. He was really my first bona fide crush, if you don't count Clipper the Banjo-Playing Sea Lion back when I was seven.''\n\nTristan laughed softly... he'd loved that cartoon as a kit, too, though it had never occurred to him that Clipper was the romantic type.\n\n``Anyhow, you can imagine how stoked I was when I passed the initial swim test with flying colors and got picked to be Boo's assistant for the week. Instead of doing laps and learning how to hold a kick-board, I'd be helping him run the class. That first day, I felt like I was a mile tall, standing next to him on the dock while he broke down the rules and explained the basics of water safety. He even introduced me to everyone, saying: `Now this little champ is Milo, and he's a terrific swimmer. He's going to be helping me all week, and between the two of us we're going to have all of you gold medal-ready.'\n\n``See, that was the thing, on top of everything else - he was a really nice guy. You know how some folks are just naturally outgoing, friendly, good at talking to people... Boo was one of those. I'm telling you, if I wasn't completely head over heels to start with, I definitely was by the end of that first day. As far as I was concerned, everything he did was wonderful; the way he talked, the way he swam, the way he'd stand on the very edge of the dock with lake water sprinkling out of his fur, preening his whiskers dry while he shouted out instructions on how to back-kick. `Hey, Milo, you wanna get in and show that little marmot guy over there the right way to do a jellyfish float?' he'd ask, and I'd get in the water feeling like a hero.\n\n``By the second day, it was all I could do not to just follow him around like a little kit, basking in his awesomeness. I did my best not to show it, but I'm sure I had stars in my eyes the whole time I was around him. Could he tell, I wondered? I hoped not, because like I said... naive but not that naive. Still, if he could tell, he either wasn't letting on, or maybe it just didn't bother him.\n\n``After that day's practice, he had me help him gather up all the kick-boards and go with him up to the lake house. You've been in there, right?''\n\nTristan nodded. The lake house, aka Willow Cabin, was a large three story redwood structure with a sharp red roof, perched on the very edge of Bluegill Lake like something out of a lumberjack's fairy tale. There were two cobblestone chimneys running up either side of it, and inside was a large rec room where you could unwind in the afternoons, play ping pong, air hockey or darts, or just sit in a cushy chair near one of the bay windows to gaze out over the lake or read a book. The top floor, Tristan was led to understand, was where some of the teen volunteers who helped run the place had their rooms, and below the ground level floor was a storage area where they kept the lane dividers and swimming things locked up.\n\n``You know how there's that bottom level facing the lake, right?'' continued Milo. ``Well, that's where Boo and me headed, so we could put away the kick-boards. There was a little white sign on the door that said `No Admittance', but we marched right past it... I guess I felt pretty grown up, you know? I was somebody important. Must have been grinning like a village idiot,'' Milo said with a chuckle. ``So Boo leads me back through the front room, which was kind of this big, chilly concrete deal with grey bricks for walls and a bunch of fold-out tables stacked with boxes and papers. `Kick-boards go back here, let me show you,' he said, and we went through another doorway into a much smaller room, this one just as cold. There were a bunch of kick-boards stacked up along the back wall underneath this little rectangular window that was all choked up with dry weeds. I noticed there was another doorway that led into what looked like a little locker room.\n\n``We set down our armloads of kick-boards. `Nice job today, bucko,' he said, and he reached out and ruffled the fur on top of my head. I must have blushed so hard my fur was probably glowing. `You wanna get cleaned up? We can use the facilities back here.' He led me into that little locker room and switched on the light. There was a row of rusty tan lockers along the far wall, some hardwood benches bolted to the floor, and around the corner, there was a ten-foot square, white tiled shower with four spigots sticking out of the wall. I followed Boo over to the benches and just sort of stood there, my heart racing. `Not many cubs get to come back here,' he said, tossing his towel into the corner. Then he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his swim trunks and slid out of them. I think my heart actually skipped a beat.\n\n``Doing my absolute best not to stare at him, I managed somehow to slough off my own trunks and moved over to the farthest spigot. He stepped up to the one next to me and turned the water on. I waited until he had his face under the spray before I even dared take a peek over at him. Oh, he was something... all taut haunches and wiry muscles and thick fur. His stripey tail was sopping with warm water, and I remember how it kept floofing out in spiky wet tufts every time he stepped away from the water stream. His sheath was perfect, nice and thick and covered in silky charcoal fur, and I caught just the quickest little flash of pink at the tip while he scrubbed his fingers through his belly fur.\n\n``What did he think of me, I wondered? Just a pudgy little brown beaver with buck teeth and a flapjack tail. Stupid, I thought, to even imagine that he thought of me as anything but just another goofball cub. Besides which, the memory of that other morning's shower was still fresh in my mind, and I was horrified to think of what would happen if I let myself get carried away again. The other cubs I could handle, but the thought of Boo laughing at me like that...''\n\nTristan tsked again and squeezed his arm comfortingly around Milo's middle, his muzzle buried deep in the beaver's soft chest fur. Milo nuzzled the top of his head.\n\n``Well, there's me, staring intently at the wall and willing my blood to stop whooshing all hot and tingly through my body, doing everything in my power not to just gawp at the naked raccoon standing not three feet away from me. `Soap?' he said, and I just about jumped. I looked over at him and saw that he was holding a bright blue bar of oat-cream soap out at me.\n\n``'Ah, thanks,' I sputtered, and took it. I started slathering myself up, scrubbing like mad until I probably looked like a snow-beaver. I could feel my vent swelling up in spite of everything, and I did my best to hunch over and act like the wall was totally the most interesting thing in the world.\n\n``'You havin' a good time so far?' he asked, and I nodded. \n\n``'It's been great,' I told him. `I love the water. Swimming, I mean.' I nearly groaned at that one, but he just laughed and kept rubbing the soap suds out of his fur. I tried to turn away, but I couldn't help staring while he pushed his paws down through his thigh fur.\n\n``You're doing terrific, you know. I'm really proud of you,' he said, and now he was watching me, watching him. He stroked his paws over his middle some more, his eyes gleaming in that cool fluorescent light. Little beads of water were dripping from the tips of his whiskers, his black nose twitching while he breathed. There was a long moment where I was completely at a loss for what to do. Finally I reached out and passed him the soap back, feeling about as lame as possible. `Thanks,' I managed to say.\n\n``I swallowed hard and blinked, then turned back to face the wall. I was just feeling the last of the soap bubbles dribbling down the back of my tail when his paws slid around my middle. I heard myself gasp, my eyes probably going as wide as saucers. Next thing I knew, I could feel him pressing himself up against my back, all warm and strong and sopping wet. He started rubbing his paws all up and down my sides, and his thighs were pressed up against my rump. I could feel his sheath tighten up, and then something long and hard slid up out of it and pushed right up alongside my tail base. \n\n``He leaned in and pressed his cheek against mine, so that his whiskers and mine were all crushed together. His breathing was deep and fast, like he'd been running. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back. `Shh,' he whispered into the side of my muzzle. `Is that okay? D'you like that?' he asked, and he started kissing my cheek, still stroking at me with his paws. Next thing I knew, he had one of them around front of me, and then he was cupping my vent, rubbing at it and coaxing me out. I still remember the way it felt, coming out into his warm paw. `'S that feel good?' he whispered into my cheek while he stroked between my legs. \n\n``I think I managed to whimper something by way of reply. He responded by reaching out past me and turning my shower spigot off. The room went quiet, and I realized for the first time that he'd shut his off too. Now the only sounds were the pit-pat of water dripping onto the floor, and the huffing of our breath. By this point I was half convinced I wasn't really even there... I was actually snoozing away under my blankets at home, having the most intense wet dream of my life. I'm not sure how long this went on, with him pressed all up against my back, one paw between my legs and the other stroking my backside, both of us breathing hard, the side of his muzzle crushed up against mine. Maybe it was a few minutes, maybe it was ten seconds, I honestly dunno. The rest of the world seemed to have faded into a haze. \n\n``Still pushed up against me, he let go of my hard-on, which was really throbbing by this point, and reached his paw up to my muzzle. `Spit,' he whispered eagerly, his breath shaking in his chest. He pushed the side of his paw directly against my chin. `Go on, it's okay.' My head was reeling at this point, and for a few moments I had no idea what he was talking about. At last the gears clicked into place, and I pushed my lips out and tried to spit... only my mouth had gone completely dry, and all I did was make this sad little `puh' noise. I smacked my tongue around in my mouth, desperately trying to coax something up, and finally managed to cough this tiny little dribble of saliva into his palm. He moved his paw away and hawked a much more generous gob into his paw, then moved it down between his own legs. I could hear a faint squelching sound as he slicked himself up. Then he had his fingers beneath my tail base and was pulling at it. `C'mon, it's all right,' he whispered. `Lift up...'\n\n``I hunkered over so that my nose was practically bumping into the silvery hot water knob on the wall and raised my tail up. He sidestepped for a moment to get out of the way, then moved back up against me, his thighs positioned right behind my rump. I heard him spit again, and then his fingertip was pushing into my vent and up against my anal opening, kneading and rubbing it all slick with our mingled saliva. `Relax, bucko,' he whispered right into my ear. `It's okay, just relax, that's it...' And then his finger was inside me, pushing in deeper and deeper until he was almost up to the knuckle. I heard myself groan out loud, and I almost stumbled. Reaching up, I pressed my paws against the wall and pushed backward against him, letting him work his way around inside me.\n\n``I'd done that to myself plenty of times, of course, playing around in the shower at home, or in the sauna when nobody else was around, but to have somebody else doing it was beyond anything I'd ever imagined. It wasn't just the feel of it, which was incredible, it was the way he was so [i]excited[/i] to be touching me like that, you know?\n\n``'Kay,' he whispered into my whiskers as he pressed firmly up against me again. I felt him slide his finger back out of me, which made me shiver and actually nudge my nose against the wall. Then the tip of his rock-hard penis was up under my tail base and pressing against my opening. I felt the pressure increase, and I realized - I think for the first time - that this was really happening, that the dreamy raccoon I'd been fawning over all day was going to go inside me. I let out this little squawking sound and pushed my haunches back, feeling the tip of him grinding into me so hard I started to ache.\n\n``'Push,' he gasped. `That's it, push out... lemme in... oh, oh, that's it!' At last the tip of him popped in past my ring, and I cried out. I have to admit, it kind of hurt, like this burning, aching sort of sensation as I got stretched wide open... but it was good too, the way he filled me up as he slid into me. `Ohhhh-h-h-h,' he whispered into my whiskers, still driving himself up inside, and he flicked his tongue out and licked the side of my cheek. I could feel his thighs trembling against me as the last of him went in under my tail. His whole body seemed to be shaking, his breath hitching and gasping in his chest. He let out a low groan and pushed himself as far forward as my tail base would let him, then started to rock back and forth - not thrusting, exactly, but sort of humping up against me.\n\n``By now we were both whimpering and making little high-pitched grunting noises. He was pushing into me so tightly that I had to wrap one of my paws around the shower knob to keep my balance. I felt my heels lift up from the wet tiles, and my tail base was aching like it does when I sleep funny on it. Looking down at myself, I saw my erection bobbing in the air, and as he gave me a hard thrust, it jerked and drooled out a thick string of something too thick to be pre-come, but too watery to be actual spunk. Right then he slid his right paw back around me and grabbed hold of my penis, which made me gasp. I tried to thrust into his grip, but he was so deep inside of me that I was actually kind of stuck in place between his thighs.\n\n``His thrusting was getting faster and more herky-jerky, like all of his muscles were tensing up, and I knew he was on the brink, that he was going to let go inside me, and that's when I lost it and started spurting. I had a quick glimpse of a gooey white rope gushing out of my tip, half of which hit the wall tiles and half of which fell back heavily onto Boo's fingers. Then he cried out softly and pushed into me so hard that I really would have fallen over, if I hadn't been anchored so snugly between his legs. I raised my head up and squinted my eyes closed, my paw clenched tight around the shower knob, and let the sensation of my orgasm take me over. I could feel him, too, pulsing and throbbing and gushing his wet warmth into me. His whole body was taut, and his heart was hammering against my back. His ragged breath sifted through the fur on the side of my face as he gasped and whimpered `Oh, yes, yes, [i]yes[/i]...'\n\n``My climax seemed to ebb in time with his, and I opened my eyes and lowered my head back down, panting like I'd just swum the length of the lake. I thought I must have painted the whole wall with my spunk, but nope, there was just the normal amount splattered in ivory-colored streamers and droplets down on the tiles between my feet. Boo kept himself hugged up against me for a few long moments, then let go of my penis and rubbed his now-sticky paw up over my shoulder. He leaned in close, gave my lips a quick little lick with the tip of his tongue, then straightened himself up and put his other paw on my hip. `I'm gonna pull out now, okay?' he whispered, and I nodded. `Just hold still. This might, ah, f-feel a little uncomfortable, but it'll be all right. Just relax...'\n\n``And then he started to withdraw, and he was right, it was uncomfortable. It hurt, truth be told, like I was raw between my legs and getting poked by a sharp claw-tip right along my insides. I must have winced, because he paused, then kept going more slowly. `That's it, you're doing great,' he murmured, and finally he popped free with this soft sort of squelching noise. Taking a step back, he waited for me to turn around to face him, which I did. His penis was already halfway back into his sheath, the tip of it slick with a tiny dribble of spunk. He was looking down at me with a look of pure satisfaction on his face, his black eyes gleaming in the dim light. Reaching out, he rubbed his paw affectionately over my shoulder and chest, then leaned down and kissed my mouth. \n\n``At first I wasn't sure what to do... it was a day of firsts for me, to be sure, and I'd never been kissed like that. Clumsily, I tried to push my mouth back against his, but my teeth were in the way and I was just sort of mashing them up against his fuzzy lips. Without missing a beat, though, he slid his mouth to the corner of mine, then flicked his tongue out and pushed, until I finally caught on and opened up. The next thing I knew, his tongue was in my muzzle, licking around behind my teeth and across the top of my own tongue. If I hadn't just had a thoroughly draining orgasm, I might have found it erotic, but instead it was sort of... well, I don't wanna say `gross', but it was [i]peculiar[/i], having somebody else's spit in my mouth. For all that, though, it was intimate and warm and... I guess `flattering' is the right word. It felt like a compliment.\n\n``When the kiss broke, we simply stood there, naked and wet and beaming at each other. `C'mon, let's finish cleaning up,' he said, and we turned our showers back on. He passed me the soap, and I started lathering up. Reaching under my tail, I found myself wincing again. He noticed me doing that and leaned over toward me, out from under his shower spray. `Sorry, bucko,' he said abashedly, scrubbing some suds between his own legs. `I guess I got a little carried away. I wasn't as gentle as I should have been.'\n\n``'It's okay,' I said, still wincing. I've got to say it, the soap was making my butthole burn. Say, have you ever eaten a hot chili pepper?''\n\nTristan nodded. ``I can't enjoy my nachos unless they're smothered in pickled serranos.''\n\nMilo chuckled. ``Well, you know about the `ring of fire', then,'' he said, and Tristan laughed. ``That's pretty much what it felt like. Boo reached over and stroked my soapy shoulder. `Hate to say it, champ,' he said, `but your rear's probably going to be pretty sore for the rest of the day.' He was right, too. I spent the rest of that afternoon feeling like I'd somehow fallen asleep ass-end up and managed to get a sunburn on my back door. Not that I minded, of course. On the contrary, it was a reminder of what had happened between Boo and me in the shower, and that had me feeling like the king of the world. I mean, the coolest, most awesome guy in the whole camp not only liked me, he had [i]wanted[/i] me, and shared himself with me in the most intimate way possible. The thought that I wasn't a virgin anymore didn't even hit me until later in the evening, when we were all gathered around one of those great big circular iron fire pits out by the amphitheater, toasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. I remember the way that that felt, to suddenly realize that's what I had given to Boo. For the rest of my life, he would always be my first. It was comforting, you know? Like, no matter what else happened, a little bit of him was going to be a part of me forever.''\n\nThat notion struck Tristan as being incredibly romantic, and he sighed happily. Milo regarded him thoughtfully, his eye-whiskers raised up, and Tristan leaned in, flicked his tongue out, and gently licked the tip of it against the end of Milo's nose. The young beaver sputtered and let out a little giggle. ``Don't leave me hanging,'' said Tristan with a smile. ``Did you and Boo do it again the next day?''\n\nMilo smiled back coyly and gave him a wink. ``Oh, you better believe it. You know how folks say `Best time of my life'? Well, I'm not sure if you can ever really pin something like that down - I mean, I once got to be an extra in a Fizz-O Cola commercial when I was little, and I still get free watermelon pop to this day - but that week at Camp Maple definitely has to be at the top of my list.''\n\n``It sounds wonderful,'' said Tristan with a faint twinge of envy. From having watched various teen comedies, he'd come to the understanding that for a lot of young folks, losing your virginity was often a fumbling, awkward affair that usually ended in either a pratfall or a hasty retreat from an angry, garden tool-wielding parent who'd caught you in the act. What Milo'd gotten to experience, on the other paw, sounded positively idyllic, the sort of intense, intimate scenario one might conjure up for a masturbatory fantasy.\n\n``That next day, I was almost giddy during swim practice,'' continued Milo. ``I mean, I was probably beaming at all the other cubs like I'd just found out I'd won a million game tokens at Billy Gator's Pizza-Spree Jamboree, plus a new flying car to haul them around in. It felt like... like you feel first thing in the morning on your birthday, and you know all these good things are waiting for you. Not that I wasn't trying to be discreet, of course. I knew that Boo and me would be in a world of trouble if anybody figured out what we'd been up to, so I played it as cool as I could, trying to act like I wasn't head over paddle-tail for him. Boo did, too... y'know, just treating me the same as he had before - though there was one moment when we were standing together on the edge of the dock, watching the other cubs front-paddling with their kick-boards, and I felt the side of his finger just ever-so-gently brush my hip. When I looked up, he gave me this quick little wink and a smile, and I just about floated away over the trees like a beaver-shaped helium balloon.\n\n``My heart was really pounding when we finished up the lesson, and the two of us went back to the lake house together. Once we were alone in the basement storeroom, he sidled up beside me and rubbed gently at my shoulder. I looked up at him, I'm sure with those stars in my eyes again, and he leaned down and planted a quick smooch on my mouth. `Ready for another shower?' he asked, and his voice was low and thick, like the way grownups talk in movies during the bedroom scenes, right before your parents get all uncomfortable and change the channel in a hurry...''\n\nTristan snorted out a laugh at that. He could remember just such a time, many years ago, when a hot and steamy scene had popped up in what was supposed to be a family-friendly movie on TV, and he'd had just enough time to innocently ask his folks why the meerkat spy was suddenly wrestling on the hotel floor with his lady friend before his dad had jammed the `change channel' button so hastily that he'd popped it permanently down into the remote.\n\nMilo continued: ``I nodded at Boo, and he gave me this sexy sort of smile, his eyes half-lidded, the corners of his mouth turned up so that the tips of his pointy white teeth were just poking out from beneath his upper lip. `Me too,' he said, and he actually reached out and put his paw between my legs, giving my vent a firm squeeze through my still-wet swim trunks. `I've been thinking about you all morning... c'mon, let's get wet.' I followed him through the back of the storage area to the locker room, my head practically spinning in anticipation.\n\n``When we got into the shower, Boo turned on the closest spigot, and a stream of already-hot water fountained down between us. I was just reaching out for the knob closest to me when he shook his head and curled his finger in the air, beckoning me over to him. `Let's share,' he said, gesturing at the water spray with his muzzle, and I had to admit that sounded like a fine idea. Still watching me with that come-hither look on his face, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks and slid them slowly down, past his already half-unsheathed penis and balls, letting me have a good long look. I hadn't really had a chance, the other day, but now I could take in all the details... he was about as thick in the shaft as a roll of those Billy Gator tokens I was talking about, and as he slid the rest of the way out of his grey, furry, wet sheath, I saw he was long, too, maybe six and a half inches, which to me looked huge... part of me couldn't believe I'd actually been able to take him inside myself the day before. \n\n``By now he was getting rock hard... I mean, he was obviously enjoying giving me a show, and as I stared, he spread his legs a little bit apart and pushed his hips forward, so that the pointed tip of his dick got sprinkled in the shower water, which dripped down the underside and streamed into the fur on his balls. When he'd first popped out, the skin of it had been this soft shade of bubblegum pink, but now it had gone darker, almost candy apple red, and I could see this faint tracing of tiny grey veins just beneath the skin. Ah, out of curiosity, have you ever seen a raccoon's penis before...?''\n\nTristan nodded and blushed under his fur. ``Yeah, actually. I'm real good friends with a raccoon, and we've... well, y'know, showered together, showed each other our bits, that kinda thing. Nothing like what you're talking about, though. I mean we've never... er...''\n\nMilo chuckled and gave Tristan a kiss on the cheek. ``Aw, that's how you know you're true blue, when you're comfortable taking a friendship to the `bits' level.'' Tristan laughed, and Milo once again continued: ``Well, you know how interesting the shape is, then, on a raccoon. Kinda sticks out straight, then goes curved and pokes downward just at the end. Boo told me later that he and his friends used to call them their `fishhooks' when they were little, and they'd do stuff like use them to knock over their action figures, like a bad actor getting caned on a vaudeville stage... or they'd tie strings around them, then sit back spreadeagled and use them to pull toy cars across the floor with...''\n\nTristan chuckled. ``Heh... it's amazing, the things we come up with when we're playing with our stuff. Heck, one time I knotted with a hot water bottle.''\n\nMilo smiled, his eye-whiskers raising up. ``Wow... inventive.''\n\n``It wasn't as good as you might think,'' replied Tristan, blushing once again. ``It kind of felt like I was doing it with a garden hose. Anyhow, you were saying...?''\n\nMilo laughed softly and nuzzled at Tristan's cheek. ``Well, there we were, him standing naked in front of me, his penis and chest and belly-fur getting sprinkled with shower spray, and I realized that my own dick was feeling really uncomfortable. When I looked down, I saw that I was still wearing my trunks, and I mean I was [i]hard[/i]. It looked like I was smuggling a tent peg in the front, and it was actually kind of difficult to get out of those wet things, because the elastic waistband kept getting caught on my shaft and pulling it downward into the mesh. Finally, and after what must have been a ridiculous-looking struggle, I was able to slide them down around my ankles and kick them away. \n\n``Now I was naked too, my erection bobbing in the air in front of me, a little bead of silvery pre-come already shimmering right on the tip. I watched him take in all of my details, and it felt almost physically good, the way his gaze was practically caressing me, memorizing my details. `C'mere...' he whispered, and when I stepped forward into the full spray of the shower, he pulled himself up against me and started rubbing his paws all over me. His fingers pushed and stroked through my fur, over my shoulders, against the sides of my throat, down over my belly, then around to rub up and down firmly against my spine. I reached my own arms out and hugged myself to him, his penis pressed firmly against my belly.\n\n``'Hmmm-m-m,' he hummed from somewhere in the back of his throat, and it almost sounded like a bird chirp, like this sort of a [i]chitter[/i]...''\n\nTristan nodded. He'd heard Berry make just such a sound on many occasions, usually just after taking a bite of warm butterscotch fudge.\n\n``Still stroking at my back, he leaned down and started nuzzling the top of my head, his pointy nose rubbing tight little circles around my ears and his hot breath filtering down through my fur. All I could do was close my eyes and rub my cheek into his chest, my fingers clutching firmly at his haunches. `You are so, so sexy,' he whispered directly into my ear. `You know that? You know how sexy you are, sweet stuff?'\n\n``In truth, I don't know that I'd ever thought of myself as all that attractive, much less `sexy'. I mean, the movies and TV shows are always showing you these sleek muscly wolves in tight shirts, or perfectly primped rats with big silky ears and awesome accents where they say `Come with meee to my million dollar cahhhstle, my sweet paaaramour...'''\n\nTristan snorted out a laugh. ``That's disturbing.''\n\nMilo chuckled. ``I dunno, I wouldn't mind being some hot bajillionaire rat's paaaramour sometime. Anyhow, that sort of thing seems to be what everybody thinks of when they imagine the perfect guy, you know? Chubby aquatic rodents with buck teeth, not so much...''\n\nTristan opened his mouth to protest, but Milo leaned down and playfully flicked the tip of his tongue against his lips, silencing him. ``I know, I know - that's just poor self esteem talking. But, that's just it... having Boo tell me that I was sexy, having him kiss me and nuzzle me and rub himself against me like that, was sort of mind blowing. It was sweet, and exciting, and warm, and... and just wonderful, you know? I think I was enjoying that even more than the physical side of it, in a way... not that that wasn't feeling pretty good, too. Honestly, at that point I was prepared to let him do pretty much anything he wanted.\n\n``I guess he could tell that I was ready, because he started rubbing at my rump, his fingers stroking and kneading at me there. Leaning over, I lifted my tail up and let him rub his way down beneath the base, and pretty soon the side of his finger was dragging up against my opening. His erection was really throbbing against my belly now, and I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it just as much... and then he pushed the tip of his finger just inside, and this sharp sort of burning sensation hit me. I winced into his chest and let out this involuntary little whimper, and he suddenly froze. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then, very carefully, he pulled his finger back out of me, reached out to the side, and turned the shower off. Sliding his paws up over my shoulders, he took a step back and peered down into my face. I could see that he was still excited, but my heard sank a little because now there was caution in his eyes, too. What was wrong, I wondered? Was he going stop, to push away from me, tell me this had all been some kind of mistake?\n\n``'Hey,' he said, keeping his voice quiet in the now silent locker room, `you know I like you a lot, right?' I nodded dumbly at him, my mind having gone about as blank and fuzzy as a white bed-sheet. `You like me too, don't you?'\n\n``I managed to nod again. `I love being with you,' I said, my voice sounding far away in my head. This was it, he was going to end it, to pick up his trunks and leave me standing there alone... but then he smiled, and pulled me in close for a quick little kiss. \n\n``Me, too,' he said. `The thing is... I mean, yesterday happened awfully quick, and I was thinking about it later on, that I'd maybe come on too strong, that I'd pushed you too hard, without really stopping to... to make sure that you...''\n\n``He stopped and swallowed, and I was kind of surprised, to see him so unsure of himself. I couldn't really think of anything much useful to say, so I did the only thing that came into my head to do... I reached my paw out and caressed the side of his muzzle, letting his long black whiskers flatten against my palm. `I loved it,' I said. `I really, honestly loved what we did.' His eyes kind of widened, either because I was touching his face or because of what I said, and a moment later he was kissing me again, really kissing me, our open mouths crushing together and his tongue curling back behind my teeth to lick deep into my muzzle.\n\n``When the kiss finally broke, he licked my whiskers a few times, then leaned back and stroked at the back of my neck. With his other paw, he reached around me and patted gently at my rump. `You're still pretty sore back there, aren't you?' he asked, and I blushed under my fur and nodded. `I'm so sorry, I [i]knew[/i] I was being too... listen, from here on out, if I do something and you don't like it, or it doesn't feel right, I need you to tell me, okay? I'll stop. We won't do a single thing you don't want to do.'\n\n``I nodded and said, `Uh-huh, okay, I will.' He laughed his cute little sing-songy laugh, then leaned down and kissed my forehead. \n\n``'I [i]was[/i] just thinking,' he said, `that maybe today we could try something a little different.' Once again, he reached out and stroked at my vent. Both of us had sort of retreated while we were talking, but now I slid back up and out into his waiting paw, and as he squeezed his fingers around me I saw him unsheathe again, too. He slid his paw around the back of my head and cradled the nape of my neck with his palm... not pushing, really, but kind of nudging my head forward. I just sort of stared up at him, then back down at his stiffening penis, then back up at him again... it took me a full five seconds for the gears to click into place, and I finally got what he was thinking. My eyes widened a little, and I think my mouth actually popped open in surprise. `Oh!' I blurted, and I felt my skin go all hot.\n\n``'Want to try it?' he asked with a hopeful little smile, and I nodded. Then I stepped up close to him and reached out to take him into my paw. He groaned softly as I squeezed around the middle of his shaft, that curled end jerking up at me and a little silvery droplet appearing at the very tip. I could feel his paw stroking eagerly at the back of my head and neck... still not pushing, but just sort of rubbing, his fingertips spreading into my fur like you'd do with a baby kit you were trying to coax to sleep. For a few long moments, I just sort of stood there with his erection in my grip, staring down at it... I mean, I'd had fantasies about that sort of thing, but now that it was really happening, I honestly wasn't sure how to get started. `Umm...' I mumbled, `what do I do?'\n\n``He laughed again and gave the back of my neck a gentle nudge with his palm. `Lean down, it's okay,' he said, and I did, sort of squatting back on my haunches and lowering my head down between his legs. `Just do whatever feels right,' he murmured. Now I could see him up close and personal, and I took a good long look, just sort of drinking in the details... I could see the tiny grey veins under the thin, shiny pink skin pumping with blood, and also a thick bead of slick pre-come shimmering on the tip like a melted droplet of mother-of-pearl. The scent of him was making my head swim, all rich and musky and spicy... it kind of reminded me of how the forest smells after a rainstorm. He felt so warm and alive in my paw, it was like we were almost physically joined together, like we were sharing the same pulse...''\n\n``As of this morning, I know exactly what you mean,'' said Tristan, prompting Milo to chuckle and kiss him tenderly behind his right ear.\n\n``I licked him,'' continued Milo, ``right on the tip, and he groaned and pushed himself forward, which kind of ground the end of his shaft up against my muzzle. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, down through my fur to my whisker roots, and I started rubbing my nose against him. A thin little trace of fluid smeared onto me between my nostrils, and the scent of him filled my head, all raw musk and sea salt and melted butter. He smelled like sex - there's no other way to put it - and as I opened my mouth and took the end of him onto my tongue, I could taste it too. I'm not sure if I've got the words to describe just how intense it all was... honestly, I very nearly climaxed right then and there, I was so worked up. I actually felt a thick dribble of pre-spunk drool out of my penis and run down the underside of my shaft. Fortunately I managed to hold still and wait until the sparklers going off in my head dimmed back into the background, and it's a testament to Boo's patience that he simply waited for me, his trembling fingers pressed gently into the fur on the back of my head, his belly rising and falling as he panted softly.\n\n``'That's so good,' I heard him whisper, and with that I sort of half-closed my eyes and started to kind of... well, I guess I sort of sucked him in, pulling and caressing with my tongue like I was blowing a freezie-pop or something. Now I heard him whimper, and his belly actually hitched like he'd hiccuped. I managed to get about half of him into my muzzle, my head turned to the side a little so my teeth weren't in the way... I would have tried to take him even further, but the tip of him was already at the back of my throat and there just wasn't any further it could go. Still, I could tell that what I was doing must have been good, because he was really panting, and all the muscles underneath his fur were starting to tremble.\n\n``His shaft felt hot in my mouth, the thin skin of it pulsing and sliding against my tongue as I clumsily did this sort of herky-jerky bobbing thing between his legs. The curved tip was rubbing at the back of my mouth and dribbling freely onto my tongue, which mingled with my spit and made me drool out of the corners of my mouth. He actually kind of tasted like popcorn, if you can believe that...''\n\nTristan smiled into Milo's chest fur and nodded. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him to wonder if that's what all raccoons tasted like, and a weird little tingle rippled down his spine. For a moment, he saw Berry's face in his mind's eye, and remembered how it had been, that one night not so long ago, with his trembling paw down the front of the young raccoon's red and grey-checked cotton pajamas, that pair of soft, tender, fuzzy balls cupped firmly in his palm. He found himself wondering, despite himself, if his fingers had smelled like popcorn afterwards. It hadn't occurred to him to check...\n\n``We went on like that for a few minutes,'' continued Milo, ``and I think I must have been getting better as I went along, because pretty soon we'd sort of found this rhythm, where he'd push his thighs forward in time with the bobbing of my head. I was pulling and suckling deeply by now, every few strokes pulling back to lick and twirl around the swollen tip like you'd do with a candy stick. He was groaning and whimpering and making that sweet chittering sound at the back of his throat. He was clearly getting to the brink, and I was just starting to wonder how much longer he'd last when he gasped and blurted out, `Oh, Milo, I'm gonna come!'\n\n``My eyes widened a bit at the realization of what was about to happen, but I kept going and sort of tried to steel myself... it didn't occur to me until later, that he'd actually been trying to warn me, so that I could to pull back. I didn't, though, and the first burst of semen went right down the center of my palate and hit the back of my throat like a shot from a squirt gun. The second one was shooting out before I'd managed to do much more than reflexively make this `gurk!' sort of noise and half-swallow. That's all I was able to do - the rest of his spunk filled my mouth up and glurched right back out again, most of it pouring in thick globs down the sides of my muzzle and chin. Er, have you ever tasted...?''\n\nTristan nodded again. ``Yeah, I'm pretty sure every guy does it at some point.'' Naturally, he'd tasted his own jizz a few times, though more out of curiosity than anything else. A couple of times he'd even managed to hunker forward and pull the end of his own cock into his mouth to suckle himself to orgasm, letting his squirts flood onto his tongue in several hot bursts. It was pleasant enough, but he'd never felt any particular urge to swallow. Not that he thought it tasted bad... it was just that the salty, musky, faintly fishy goo coating the inside of his muzzle didn't seem all that arousing once he'd finished. \n\nNo, when he did think about having someone do that with him, it was always the memory of how Chip had tasted that afternoon all those months ago that bubbled to the forefront of his mind, of that salty mist swirling over his tongue while the still-panting rat had dabbed gingerly at his wet nose, and of how the sensation of it had finally pushed him over a brink he hadn't even known existed until then, his first orgasm engulfing and overwhelming him like a hot, dark tidal wave that had practically doubled him over with pure pleasure. He flushed warmly under his fur at the thought of it - his very first climax, brought on by the taste of rodent spunk...\n\nMilo chuckled. ``I don't doubt it. Thing is, up to that point I'd only ever fantasized about what that'd be like, to have somebody do that in my muzzle. I mean, I've managed to aim some squirts into my own mouth in the sauna a few times, but that's not really the same thing at all, when it's just your own stuff.''\n\n``Yeah, you think it'll be this hot and sexy thing, but as soon as you finish, it just ends up being kinda gross,'' said Tristan.\n\nMilo nodded. ``I suppose it's because once you're spent, you're not really in the mood anymore, and now you're just left with a mouthful of salty mess to deal with. Thing is, though, when Boo did it, I was still plenty turned on, and it did make a big difference, having it be somebody else. For all that, it was kind of alarming, to have it happen for real... I mean, in your fantasies it's always this perfect scenario where you're a total expert, but in real life there's all these things going on that you never really thought about before. \n\n``For one thing, when he shot out his first jet, I felt my gag reflex kick in and close up the back of my throat like I'd accidentally sucked in a gulp of lake water, which meant that I couldn't have swallowed any more if I'd wanted to... and, in all honesty, I didn't particularly want to. Don't get me wrong, I was incredibly excited to have it happen, but no amount of sexy daydreams and steamy hot fantasies had really prepared me for what having a throat-full of hot raccoon spunk was actually going to be like. So, as thrilled as I was, I felt pretty embarrassed, too, kneeling there with my head between his legs, coughing softly around his throbbing penis while slobber and jizz poured down my cheeks.\n\n``The moment he was spent, he slid himself back out of my mouth and gently pulled me upright, one paw stroking at my sticky cheek. I could feel my whiskers sticking to the sides of my face, and in spite of my best efforts, I coughed again, sending a little streamer of sticky white gunk out onto my chin. `You okay?' he asked, and I nodded, my lips smacking as I weakly managed to spit the rest of him out.\n\n``'Yeah, sorry,' I managed to sputter, and to my surprise he took my face in his palms and pulled me in close.\n\n``'Sorry? For what? Milo, that was [i]incredible[/i],' he said, and started kissing my mouth.\n\n``For a moment I just sort of stood there, my paws hanging at my sides like limp fish. I almost pulled back... not because I didn't like the way he was kissing me, but because I kept thinking, [i]`Don't, I'm all sticky, you'll mess yourself up...'[/i] Then I felt my arms go around him, and we were kissing, deep and wet and warm, our bodies pressed together and the lake-water musk of him still rich in my nostrils. His breath coursed down the sides of my muzzle, our whiskers grinding together with a soft crinkly sound, his eyes closed and his beautiful mask glistening with tiny water droplets.\n\n``When the kiss broke, he licked at my cheeks a few times, then slid his paws down over my belly. `Ready?' he asked, taking my still throbbing shaft into his grip, and I nodded. Then he knelt down between my legs and slid his paws up and down over my thighs, my belly, and over my rump. Leaning in, he gave me this playful little lick right on the tip, which sent a shiver up my spine like I'd never felt before in my life. `Just give me a heads-up when you're about to finish, okay?' he murmured up at me, and as I nodded again, he opened up his mouth and took me in.\n\n``I guess a raccoon's muzzle is naturally longer than a beaver's, and besides which, he was bigger than me, but all the same I was truly surprised when he swallowed me all the way up to the root of my shaft. I heard myself grunt as I felt this incredible hot wetness engulf me, and I pushed my thighs forward without really meaning to. He responded by squeezing his eyes shut, hugging his paws up against my rump, and pulling me as deeply into his muzzle as it was physically possible to go. `Oh,' I heard myself say, my voice high and trembling. `Oh, oh...' I slid my paws gently up over the top of his head, between his pointy gray ears, and let my fingers stroke down toward the back of his neck. His nostrils were actually pressing into the damp fur on my lower belly, making his breath blow through with a muffled sort of snorting. The very tips of his teeth were just touching the exposed flesh of my opening, the part where my erection was sticking up from. For several long moments, all I could do was sort of stare dumbly down at him... what was I supposed to do? Thrust? Pull back? Hold still? \n\n``After what felt like a good long time, he started to pull his head back, then forward again, very slowly at first, his tongue curling around the sides of my shaft as though he were suckling at a particularly tasty bite of hard candy. It occurred to me then to wonder, what did I taste like to him? My own tongue was still coated in that earthy buttered popcorn flavor of his, and I blew a sigh out and licked at my salty lips. I'd been ready to pop before, when I'd started taking him into my own muzzle, but now I felt like I was kind of on standby. Not that it didn't feel wonderful, mind you, but I think I was just so surprised to find myself there, watching him slowly bobbing his head between my legs and letting my hard, spit-slicked penis slide in and out of his muzzle.\n\n``Before too long he started going faster, my pulse started to go hot in my veins, and I knew it was going to happen... there was no way I could hold it back, and no earthly reason why I'd want to, either. `Ah, Boo, I'm, ah...' I managed to blurt out as my fingertips curled up against the back of his head, the sparklers behind my eyes dancing. Without realizing it, I'd started thrusting in time with his suckling, and now my hips were trembling just the way his had been. I felt the end of my tail curling up away from the wet concrete, and just as I was going over the brink, I wondered if he was going to pull back, maybe finish me with his paw while I squirted onto his face or something... but instead he grunted thickly and pulled me in as deeply as he'd done when he'd started, his thin black lips pressed into the fleshy ring of my vent. I could feel my cock jerk and pulse in his wet muzzle. My belly tightened up, causing me to hunch over him. I heard myself gasp and let out a high-pitched grunt as I orgasmed, my whole body shivering as though I'd just come out of an ice hole in a frozen mountain lake.\n\n``To my astonishment, I realized that he wasn't pulling away, he wasn't coughing or choking or drooling the way I had... he was [i]swallowing[/i], the spunk rushing out of me and going directly down his throat as he timed it so that his tongue was taking the fluid down in between each jet. His tongue caressed and licked along the underside of my pulsing shaft, feeling like hot, wet velvet... oh, it felt so incredibly good. The climax felt different, too, than the day before, when he'd taken me from behind... this time, it was intense, but... I dunno, [i]gentler[/i], somehow. \n\n``When at last I was done, and the fireworks in my head had finished sizzling and popping, he let me slide back out of his muzzle. Still dribbling, I popped free with a wet little smacking sound, and for a moment he just held still, his warm breath sifting over the still-tingling tip of my penis. He was looking up at me with an affectionate smile on his face, and all I could do was beam back down at him, my belly rising and falling as I panted. Finally he stood up, and we kissed some more, our paws sliding up and down each others backs. \n\n``'Sweet little beaver,' he murmured into my ear as he nuzzled it, and at first I though he was talking about how I tasted. Then I got what he meant, and I hugged my face into his still-damp chest. \n\n``We finished showering without saying much more... it kind of felt like we didn't need to, you know? Fortunately, all of the jizz on my fur had already gone all melty and watery, and it washed off easy enough. Still, I scrubbed that little bar of blue soap extra hard into my fur, just in case... if nothing else, I was worried that somehow, everyone would be able to scent him on me. I could just imagine it: `Hey, everybody, Eager Beaver smells like hot `coon-spunk!' \n\n``Once I was satisfied that I'd gotten properly clean, I stood beside Boo and watched while he soaped himself up and scrubbed his own fur down... oh, he was so beautiful, and just the thought of what we'd done together was making my belly feel like it was full of warm embers...''\n\n``It sounds like you were in love,'' Tristan murmured.\n\nMilo stroked at the side of Tristan's neck and smacked his lips. ``I suppose you could say I was, in a certain way.''\n\n``I've never been in love,'' said Tristan. ``It must feel great.''\n\nMilo was silent for a short while, his claw-tips stroking gently against the side of Tristan's furry throat. ``It does feel great,'' he said at last, ``but it kind of hurts, too. I found that out.''\n\nTristan blinked and raised his head up to look into Milo's face. ``Did Boo hurt you?''\n\nMilo shook his head sadly. ``No. I mean, not like that. Not in any way that could have been helped.'' He glanced away, toward the drawn creamy white curtains that covered the bedroom window, the corners of his eyes shimmering, and he blinked several times. ``We were only ever going to have a few days together, and I knew it.''\n\nGently, and only because he couldn't really think of what else to do, Tristan reached his right paw up and stroked the backs of his fingers against Milo's cheek. Milo blinked once more and looked back at him, his warm smile returning.\n\n[center][i]To be continued...[/i][/center]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Firefly Club


By Stitch


Chapter 4


Milo killed the bubble jets in the hot tub, and then they fished their sopping swim trunks out of the water. As he stood naked by the poolside, Tristan realized then that he'd neglected to bring a spare pair of anything dry. ``It's okay, just leave `em hanging on the back of the chair there, and they'll be dried off in no time,'' said Milo as he gestured to one of the several cushy-looking reclining patio chairs that were strategically placed around an open river rock-lined fire pit nestled in the middle of a sandstone grotto not far from the pool.

They tossed their dribbling shorts over the back of one of the nearby chairs. It felt more than a little weird to be wandering stark naked through Milo's back yard, and Tristan grimaced self-consciously as he shook a thin spray of water droplets from his tail. Despite Milo's assurances that 1) the neighbors couldn't see a thing through the tall fence and high landscaping that surrounded the place, and 2) his parents were out of town until late that evening, Tristan couldn't help but imagine the awkwardness of trying to explain why he and his beaver friend had suddenly gone full nudist, their private bits exposed for all to observe.

``Shower's over this way,'' said Milo as he led Tristan to the side of a small stone and redwood building nestled tastefully in the lush green landscaping that ran along one edge of the hilly lawn.

\t``Umm... where?'' asked Tristan as he stood over one of several small round metal drains set in the concrete just beside a stonework wall. He was looking up, but instead of any spigots or pipes, all he could see was a lot of dark lava rocks hanging out over the edge of the roof.

``You're standing in it,'' said Milo as he reached behind a small outcropping of rocks and grabbed hold of a little chrome faucet dial that Tristan hadn't noticed before. Milo gave the knob a few quick twists - there was a soft hissing sound, and then, to Tristan's surprise, he was suddenly drenched in a cascade of warm water. He took an instinctive step backward as he looked up and saw, to his immediate delight, that there was a bona fide waterfall pouring down from the stones. He laughed while Milo beamed at him. Together, they stepped into the gently undulating curtains of water that streamed down from the lava rocks. Milo produced a small hotel-sized bar of pale green soap from a little dish set into the stones beside the faucet, which they passed back and forth while they scrubbed the chlorine and pool water out of their fur.

``I'm moving in, okay?'' said Tristan as he dipped his head into a sheet of water.

``Fine by me,'' agreed Milo. ``Want me to do your back?''

``Mm-hmm,'' Tristan hummed happily with a nod as he shook the several thick droplets of foamy suds from his ear tips. He turned his back toward Milo, who reached up and began to rub the bar of soap firmly up and down his spine. Tristan dipped his head under the spray again and folded his ears back to keep the water from going in. He could feel Milo's soapy paws scrubbing along his shoulders, across his neck, and down to the small of his back. Thick gobbets of creamy foam splattered loudly down around his feet to melt into the churning water and swirl away down the drain.

Milo's paws kneaded and caressed their way over his rump, then squeezed gently around the base of his tail. He felt the beaver's paw stroke into the cleft of his backside, his soapy fingers slipping up and down against his most private area, and he blushed under his fur. Hunkering over slightly, he held his sopping tail up, feeling little rivulets of soap suds trickling down through the fur between his legs. Milo pressed one paw against Tristan's hip and rubbed more firmly, the sides of his fingers dragging against Tristan's anus. Tristan held still, wondering whether Milo was planning on actually putting a finger into him, the way he'd done to the young beaver in the hot tub - but Milo simply scrubbed for a few more seconds, then reached up and scooped a pawful of water down along Tristan's lower back to wash away some of the soap.

Milo rinsed him several more times to get rid of the rest of the suds. Then, with a curious gleam in his shiny black eyes, he reached down and gently spread Tristan's backside with both paws, his thumbs pressed tightly against either side of his pucker. Tristan blinked, feeling his anus clench up as the cool air whispered across his now exposed flesh. After a moment he managed to relax again, keenly aware of Milo's gaze taking in all of his most secret details. Not that he, Berry and Rocko had never flashed their buttholes at each other, of course, but that had always been as a sort of joke, one of those ``Hey, lookit this, hee hee!'' things that cubs did to be naughty. The way Milo was looking at him felt pretty different.

Milo, apparently satisfied, let go of Tristan's rump, then stroked his paws gingerly down his wet tail, squeezing some of the water out of his fur. He gave Tristan a half-embarrassed little smile. ``Do me?'' he asked, holding out the little bar of soap. Tristan nodded and took the slick bar while Milo turned around. Working up a thick layer of suds between his paws, Tristan began to knead at Milo's shoulders. He watched as heavy clumps of foam dribbled down the beaver's back, some of them sticking in his fine, silky fur. Tristan rubbed them away, then let his paws slide over Milo's lower back and haunches. Milo leaned back against him, his heavy tail slapping once against the wet concrete. Tristan moved closer and hunkered down behind Milo's rump. Reaching one paw out into the air for balance, he began to rub the bar of soap against Milo's plump backside, his wet fingers dragging pleasantly through the fine, dark brown fur.

Milo's tail base was powerfully muscular, and so thick around that Tristan couldn't entirely close his fingers around it. There was a spray of longish fur sprouting from his rump around the spot where his tail connected to his body, which tapered down to a soft sort of peach fuzz just above where the tail thickened out into a flat paddle shape. The whole of it appeared to be covered in small, shiny scales that made Tristan think of black salmon skin. He stroked his soapy paw down the back of it and wondered idly how sensitive it was.

Intrigued, he slipped his paw down underneath, feeling the beaver's warm muscles rippling against his fingers, and gently but insistently began to lift upward. He could tell that there was no way he'd be able to pull the beaver's powerful tail up if Milo didn't want him to, but Milo accommodatingly hunched forward and lifted it for him. The thick, oar-shaped appendage hung in the air, water trickling off the sides. Tristan leaned in even closer, so close he could see all the soft little guard hairs beneath Milo's outer fur. Reaching up, he stroked through the plush pelt with his fingertips, soon once again exposing the tight pink pucker of the beaver's cloacal opening.

Heart beating a bit faster in his chest, Tristan pushed the sopping fur away from it, then gently spread it open with the sides of his fingers, revealing a little of that reddish-pink, tender interior. `I was in him there,'  he thought, remembering the incredible sensation of that small, fleshy opening clamping and squeezing down around his finger. Tristan's head went light, a tingle of excitement licking down his spine, and for a single moment he was on the verge of leaning in closer still, a lot closer...

Instead he blew a little sigh out and stood back upright. Skin blushing hot under his fur, he rubbed a little gob of lather against Milo's vent, his penis once again sticking halfway up out of his sheath while he did it. Had he really just been about to do what he'd been thinking about doing...?

Milo waited patiently while Tristan finished scrubbing the soap off of his rump, then lowered his tail, which again slapped wetly onto the ground. Tristan traced his paw down Milo's spine, then slid his arms around Milo's midsection and squeezed up against him so that the beaver's back was pressed against his belly. Milo blinked and half turned his head to look at him. Tristan stroked his paws over Milo's pudgy middle, then leaned down and nuzzled gently at his neck. Milo leaned his head to the side, exposing more of his throat. Tristan responded by tenderly rubbing the end of his muzzle along it, from his jawline down to his shoulder, savoring the warm, wet, earthy-scented fur of his friend as it tickled against his nose. Then he took a half step back, his arms sliding away from around Milo. They stood facing each other, both of them smiling, the spray from the waterfall sprinkling down around them.

Milo set the soap bar back down on its little porcelain tray, then shut the faucet off. The flowing ribbons of water quickly died down to a faint spattering trickle, then stopped altogether. ``Hang on, we got some towels in the sauna,'' said Milo as he padded around the corner of the little building, leaving a wet trail of webbed, long-toed footprints on the concrete. Tristan heard a door open. `A sauna and everything,'  thought Tristan with a sigh and a soft pang of envy in the pit of his belly. Milo reappeared a few moments later with a folded pair of plush white bath towels held in front of him the way a waiter brings a birthday cake out. Tristan took one, and they quickly toweled themselves as dry as best they could.

After draping their wet towels over the backs of another pair of deck chairs, Tristan followed Milo back into the house, both of them still wearing only their still-damp fur. Milo led him into the kitchen, where he began to rummage around inside a large, polished oak cabinet. ``So how hungry are you?'' he heard Milo ask, his voice muffled from behind the wooden door.

``Starved,'' answered Tristan as he took in the details of Milo's kitchen. There was a long white-tiled counter-top running along the far wall, just beneath a large multi-paned bay window that looked out over the back yard and pool. The surface was remarkably free from the usual kitchen clutter... no plastic bags filled with half-eaten loaves of supermarket bread, no leftover donuts or scattered plastic-ware. Instead, there were several brilliantly polished copper kettles, a porcelain rainbow trout painted with an elaborate flower pattern, some potted ferns, and a single fancy-looking wooden bowl filled with shiny crimson apples. It was probably the cleanest kitchen Tristan had ever seen. ``You guys do much cooking?'' he asked as he leaned up against one of the two little counter-top islands near the dining nook.

``Sure,'' said Milo as he pulled out an orange box with a picture of a steaming stack of pancakes on the front of it. ``You should see the spreads my mom does for those pool parties I was telling you about. Say, you're not allergic to anything, are you? Peanuts, milk...?''

Tristan shook his head. ``Nah, I don't think so. I got sick from a deep fried Zippee's Mango-Bango Frooty-Booty Empanada Slider at the mall one time, but that's about it.''

Milo chuckled and tsked at him. ``Well, those things'd probably make a grizzly bear hurl. I'm gonna fix us up something a lot better.'' He began to bustle around to various cabinets, pulling out boxes, spice bottles, and a large jar of creamy peanut butter, which he set down on the nearest counter-top. ``I knew a grizzly bear when I was young, come to think of it,'' Milo continued. ``Little guy, sat next to me in kindergarten. I ran into him last year.'' He set down an open box of baking powder next to a shiny metal bowl, then held his arm up above his head, paw flat out. ``Guy was, like, this tall and built like a professional freeway crash barrel. All I could do was shake his paw and go `guhhh...''' He held his jaw slack for emphasis, his eyes rolled up at the ceiling.

Tristan laughed, his tail swishing behind him. ``Got anything to drink? I'm parched.''

Milo nodded. ``Check the fridge. There's some cold pop, milk, iced tea... cherryade, I think, if my dad didn't get to it.''

There was indeed a variety of cold sodas of various flavors and labels nestled inside the door of the large black fridge, including Tristan's personal favorite, Plum Island Ginger Spice, an aqua blue bottle of which he happily plucked out. ``Want anything?'' he asked.

Milo was lugging a heavy-looking silver waffle iron out of the pantry, its black power cord dangling to one side. ``Yeah, grab me a Minty Lime, if there's any left,'' he said as he hefted the iron onto the counter-top next to the silver bowl. Tristan fetched a chilled bottle of bright green soda from the fridge, flicked the cap off, and set it down next to the waffle iron. ``Thanks,'' said Milo. ``Oh, could you get the milk, too?''

``What're you making?'' asked Tristan as he returned to the fridge for the milk, which was in a large glass jug with a sealed stopper on top.

``Cross stack,'' replied Milo as he took the jug from Tristan, as though that explained everything. Tristan decided to just let it be a surprise and watched Milo as the beaver began to sift various powders into the bowl. They chit-chatted casually while Milo stirred, mixed and sprinkled spices and liquids out of tiny glass bottles. Tristan would get caught up in discussing the latest video games, or teachers at school that he liked, or the upcoming movie slate (they both agreed that `Battle at Procyon 6' was that summer's can't-miss sci-fi event, though Milo said he'd take a pass on `The Howling Ghosts of Grimwater' because he wasn't big on scary flicks) before remembering with a giddy little rush that he was standing stark naked in the kitchen of a dear friend with whom he'd just had a very pleasant experience.

`Cross stack' turned out to be a waffle that had a generous creamy layer of molasses, praline and nutmeg-spiced peanut butter melted into the middle. Milo made two, one for each of them, and slathered them with fresh butter, a thick dollop of maple syrup, and a light dusting of cinnamon sugar. It smelled fantastic, and Tristan's belly was loudly gurgling as Milo passed him his plate. They sat down at the kitchen table, which was oval-shaped and made of what looked like solid black oak. Tristan sliced off a square-shaped piece and popped it into his muzzle, his teeth crunching through the crispy outside and sinking into the almost ridiculously gooey, chewy center.

``'S good?'' asked Milo through a mouthful of his own waffle.

``Hhhmmmrgblhh,'' replied Tristan blissfully as he chewed, his taste buds tingling. He swallowed, then said: ``No fooling, this is absolutely the best waffle in the entire universe. Where'd you learn how to make these?''

Milo smiled and cut into his waffle with the side of his fork. ``Sawcheek Bay. Little town way up north... you know, just past Blackcreek, where all the casinos and resorts are?''

Tristan shook his head and took another bite.

``Waaaaay up in the Washpan Mountains. Really pretty place, all yellow pines and lakes and hiking trails. My grandparents have a cabin up there that we visit in the fall. Anyhow, in town there's this huge dining hall where they do this big lumberjack-type breakfast on the weekends, and cross stack with black coffee is definitely the thing to get.''

``You like coffee?'' asked Tristan incredulously before taking another bite. His dad was a big-time coffee aficionado, chugging down two or three inky-black cups of home brew each morning before heading off to work - but despite Tristan's best efforts to acquire the taste, he found that even the best, most fanciest blends tasted to him like hot melted erasers.

``Yeah, but I'm a total wuss,'' said Milo through half a mouthful of waffle. ``I always have to dump in a bunch of cream and sugar, which in Sawcheek Bay is kind of like putting hot pink glitter wax on your whiskers and sashaying around town in a feather boa.''

Tristan laughed. ``Cream and sugar equals town harlot, got it.''

Milo chuckled back at him and propped his elbow onto the tabletop, then leaned his cheek into his paw and smiled dreamily. ``Gee, if only those burly lumber truck drivers knew what I get up to in the hot tub...''

Tristan felt himself blushing hot under his fur. He took another gooey bite and swished his tail behind him, reflecting for a moment that Milo's folks would probably not be pleased if they could see him grinding his damp, naked fox butt into their fancy kitchen chair. The two of them peered at each other while they chewed and swallowed the last of their waffles. Then Milo set his fork down on his peanut butter-smeared plate and pursed his lower lip up against the backs of his large front teeth.

``Say, Tris... can I call you that, by the way?''

Tristan nodded. ``Sure, it's what all my friends call me.''

Milo nodded back. He seemed to be contemplating something difficult to say, his eyes flicking down to his plate and studying it as though whatever words he was looking for were scribbled there in the maple syrup. ``I really like you,'' he said at last. ``You like me too, right?''

Tristan blushed even harder. How had they managed to go from waffles and sci-fi flicks to this? For lack of a better idea of what to do, he reached out and gently patted the back of Milo's paw. Milo blinked and looked back up at him. ``Of course I do. You've been... well, you're one of the nicest guys I've ever met.''

Milo gave him a bashful smile, then wrapped his fingers around Tristan's so that they were holding paws over the table. ``Thanks. So, can I ask you something personal?''

Tristan gave Milo's fingers a little squeeze. ``I guess we're at the `personal' level. Go ahead.''

Milo paused and glanced back down at his plate before continuing. ``What we did in the tub... you did like it, right?''

Tristan almost laughed, but managed to purse his lips and stifle it. He felt himself blushing even hotter under his fur. Had he liked it? Hadn't that been obvious? Squeezing Milo's fingers tighter, he said, ``Well, yeah. It was great.''

 ``It's just... I didn't want it to seem like I was trying to... y'know, it happened sort of quick, and I... w-wanted to make sure it was something you really wanted to happen.'' Milo continued to stare down at his plate as though another cross stack waffle had appeared there.

Tristan's eye-whiskers furrowed as he nibbled one corner of his lower lip, trying to think of something clever or useful to say. After several moments of coming up blank, he reached his other paw out and cupped it over the back of Milo's. ``Well, we didn't do anything I didn't want,'' he said, ``and I guess I'm...  I'm really flattered, that you wanted to do that. With me, I mean.''

Milo finally looked up at him, a relieved little smile turning up the corners of his muzzle. ``Me too.''

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Several minutes later, Milo stood at the sink, vigorously scrubbing the inside of a stainless steel bowl with a plastic brush. Tristan stood beside him, a dry dishtowel in his paw. Early afternoon sunlight streamed bright and golden through the long kitchen window, making the bowl of waxy crimson apples gleam like dull rubies. Milo passed him the dripping bowl, which he began wiping dry.

``The silverware and little plates can go in the washer,'' said Milo. ``The big stuff doesn't fit, I'm afraid.''

``No problem, I'm good at doing dishes,'' said Tristan as he set the bowl down on the tile counter-top. ``Besides, it's a small price to pay for such an awesome lunch.''

Milo chuckled and passed him a second bowl. Soon all the dishes were either stacked on the counter or lined neatly in the top and bottom rack of the dishwasher. Tristan folded his towel in half, looked for a spot to set it down, then meekly passed it to Milo when he realized he had no idea where it should go. Milo hung it over a towel bar next to the washer, then leaned on his forearm against the counter-top, the sunlight shimmering on his chocolaty brown fur. Tristan did likewise... it was amazing, he thought, how quickly one got used to walking around stark naked. It was going to seem odd, getting back into his probably still-damp swim trunks later on.

``'Nother personal question?'' asked Milo.

``You can ask me anything,'' replied Tristan.

``Was that... you know, the first time you've ever done anything like that?''

Tristan felt himself blushing for about the hundredth time that day. ``Well, er... I've, ah...''

Milo glanced down at the counter-top, clearly embarrassed. ``You don't have to tell me. Just curious.''

Tristan sighed, shrugged and turned to look out the window. ``No, it's fine. The truth is, that's a lot farther than I've ever gone. With anybody else, I mean. I guess I'm still a blushing virgin, for all intents and purposes,'' he added with a forced chuckle. They both looked out the window in silence for several long moments. Tristan folded his arms together on the counter-top and leaned on them. ``You're not, though, are you?''

Milo swallowed and shook his head, the furry hollow of his throat hitching. Tristan followed his gaze out the window and saw another white and purple moth flutter haphazardly over the porch outside before disappearing behind a cluster of blue hibiscus flowers.

``Would you like to do it with me, Tris?''

Tristan blinked, his belly tightening slightly. The question didn't come as a surprise, really, but it was quite a thing to hear it spoken out loud all the same.

``You don't have to say yes,'' Milo continued. ``I won't take it personal, if you don't want to. It's not a little thing, and you only ever get to do it once, you know? Your first time, I mean. It ought to be something special.''

Tristan nibbled at his lower lip, his whiskers fanning out. The tightness in his belly had melted away, to be replaced by a nervous tickle that was somewhere between anxiety and anticipation. He felt a surge of gratitude, too, that Milo had been the one to broach the subject...  he wasn't sure if he would have had the nerve to, on his own.

``If you aren't ready, or maybe there's somebody special you've got in mind... like I said, I understand completely. You probably ought to take some time to think about it-'' Milo continued, and might have gone on if Tristan hadn't taken a step toward him, gently cupped the underside of his muzzle in his paw, and pulled him in for a smooch.

Milo's eyes went wide as he drew in a surprised gasp through his nostrils, his lips quivering against Tristan's. After a moment, he kissed back, his arms slipping around the fox's midsection. Tristan wrapped his own arms around Milo's plump middle and squeezed himself up against the beaver's warm body, both of them closing their eyes. Tristan rubbed his mouth gently but firmly against Milo's, taking in the sensation the hard square points of his teeth and the moistness of his lips. He tasted a faint whiff of waffle batter on the tip of his tongue while their noses rubbed tightly together, both of them holding their breath for one long, blissful moment.

The kiss parted with a soft smack, but Tristan kept his arms wrapped snugly around Milo, his fingers spread deeply into the beaver's silky fur. If there had been any lingering doubt in Tristan's mind, it was gone now. ``I want to,'' he said.

Milo peered at him wide-eyed, looking slightly shell-shocked, as though he'd already convinced himself that Tristan was going to say no. ``You're really sure?''

Tristan nodded. ``I'm ready, and I'm... well, I'd love for it to be with you. I really would.''

For a moment, Milo stood speechless, his mouth hanging slightly agape to reveal the flat, chisel-like tips of his incisors. His eyes glistened wetly in the reflected sunlight from the counter-top. At last he pulled Tristan in for another hug, this time burying his muzzle in the fur on the side of Tristan's neck and nuzzling deeply.

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Milo's bedroom was on the second floor at the end of a long hallway done up in plush creamy white carpeting, the walls tastefully decorated with small oil paintings of flower vases, sun-dappled forests and fishing boats. The beaver led Tristan by the paw toward the bedroom door, his webbed toes sinking deeply into the soft pile of the carpet, leaving behind footprints that quickly sprang back up and disappeared. Still naked, Tristan followed, his fingers wrapped around Milo's, a knot of day-before-his-birthday anticipation tingling in the pit of his belly.

Compared to the immaculate state of the rest of the house, Tristan was pleasantly surprised to find that the inside of Milo's bedroom, while cleaner and better organized than many he'd seen, still featured a cozy amount of lived-in clutter. There were model trains and airplanes, some only partially finished and surrounded by a scattering of little plastic parts, strewn about on top of a broad double chest of redwood drawers. Two of the walls were lined with several tall dark-stained pine bookshelves, all of them filled with books ranging from comics and adventure magazines to what looked like a shark leather-bound set of foil-embossed classics. A colorful trio of matted and framed posters advertising decades-old rock concerts hung on the wall above a stripe-patterned recliner chair that sat beside a large square-paned window. The curtains were closed, but should they be opened, Tristan had no doubt they would show off a lovely view over the front yard, down the tree-lined street, and out to the far off grid-scape of the city nestled in the heart of the valley below.

Milo kicked a rumpled purple jacket from the center of the floor, sending it to land in a wad beside a pair of closed white-painted walk in closet doors. ``Heh... messy,'' he said with an embarrassed smile.

Tristan chuckled and rolled his eyes. ``If this is your idea of a mess, you really don't wanna see my room.''

``Nah, I'd love to see your place sometime,'' said Milo as he led Tristan past the bookshelves, toward a wide, cushy-looking king-sized bed spread over with tan sheets and a thick, downy white and green comforter.

``Come over anytime,'' replied Tristan. ``You're polite, you're smart, you can cook... my folks'll love you.''

Milo laughed his soft, high laugh as he stopped at the edge of his bed. Letting go of Tristan's paw, he pulled the soft, plush comforter and sheets back, then turned around and sat down on the side of the mattress. He tucked his tail between his legs and leaned back, looking up at Tristan expectantly, his dark eyes gleaming in the dull light that filtered in through the curtains.

Tristan moved close, so that their knees were just touching, and peered down at Milo uncertainly. It was really starting to sink in, that he wasn't just in Milo's bedroom to check out his model airplanes and adventure comics. For a long moment, he simply stood there, arms hanging at his sides like limp noodles, feeling at a complete loss for what he was supposed to do next. How many times had he imagined a moment like this one, late at night beneath his bed sheets? Now that it was really happening, where was that suave, charming, confidently assertive fox from all his fantasies? That guy seemed to have left the building, leaving just plain old Tristan standing there with what was probably a befuddled look on his face.

Mercifully, Milo, probably sensing that the first move was his to make, reached his paws up and slid them up along Tristan's sides, his fingers splaying out into his fur. The young beaver leaned forward and planted a kiss in the middle of Tristan's belly, his hot breath gushing through the red and white fur and down below to the skin. Tristan blew out a sigh and reached his right paw up to stroke gently at the back of Milo's head, feeling a warm tingle stirring between his legs. Once more, the end of his sheath opened up, letting the tip of his penis poke free into the air. He wondered if Milo was going to kiss him there, the way he'd done in the tub, but the beaver simply nuzzled his stomach for a short while, then sat back upright again and smiled up at him. Tristan could see that Milo's puckered pink cloacal vent had tightened and pulled open a bit to reveal the pointed end of his own penis, and once again he found himself feeling flattered.

Reaching out, he rubbed his paws over Milo's shoulders, letting his fingers drag through his soft, still faintly damp beaver fur. Then he leaned down and kissed the end of the Milo's muzzle, their mouths crushing together. By now, Tristan had figured out the exact right spot to aim for, just a little to the side of Milo's large, square front teeth. Their lips rubbed together, then parted in unison, the ends of their tongues joining wetly. Tristan pushed forward with his, licking and twirling a bit clumsily along the side of Milo's tongue, their lips sealed. ``Mmm,'' Tristan heard himself whimper through his nose, his breath coursing through Milo's bristly whiskers.

They continued their kiss for what seemed like a good long time, each of them pushing and pulling their way back and forth into each other's muzzles. Tristan found his mind drifting back to their first meeting in the locker room, to how he'd been so puzzled and then strangely comforted by the sympathetic beaver who seemed only to want to be his friend. Somehow, incredibly, that single encounter, that one flicker of chance, had led all the way to this moment. It seemed both ridiculous and delightfully inevitable, the way Tristan had always imagined winning the lottery must feel. A shiver of pleasure rippled up his spine.

The kiss seemed to break of its own accord, their mouths parting wetly with a quick flash of pink as Milo's tongue darted back behind his big teeth. Tristan saw with a twinge of embarrassment that a hair-thin, shimmering string of mingled spit came away with him, dangling in the air between their muzzles for a moment before breaking and falling down into to his own chin fur. Blushing at his ear-tips, he reached up and gingerly rubbed it away from the underside of his muzzle. Milo simply smiled his warm smile and scooted back onto the mattress.

The beaver pulled his legs up and swung them toward the end of the bed, his large webbed feet disappearing beneath the folds of the soft green and white comforter. He propped himself up on his elbow and reached out with his other paw to rub encouragingly at the empty space on the mattress beside him, as though to say `Come on up, there's plenty of room.'

Tristan sat down on the edge of the soft mattress, then hoisted his legs up and stretched himself out on his back beside Milo, his feet disappearing beneath the heavy folds of the comforter. For a moment all he could do was stare up at the ceiling, which he saw was flecked with a scattering of tiny glow-in-the-dark star and planet stickers. His heart thumped in his chest, not quickly, but heavily, the way it always had done when he was little and awaiting the beginning of a movie in a darkened theater, or the pop gun at the start of a track race, or maybe the first bang of a fireworks show. He was ready for this, wasn't he?

Milo slid his paw up and over Tristan's belly, his fingers spreading slowly out into the fur around his navel, and began to rub in a slow circle. Leaning in close, he kissed Tristan's cheek, his whiskers fanning out. Perhaps misreading the uncertainty in Tristan's hesitation, he murmured into his ear, ``Anytime you want to stop, just say so. We don't have to do a single thing you don't want to.''

``It's okay,'' Tristan mumbled back. ``I guess I'm just not really sure what I ought to be doing.''

Milo smiled into his cheek and worked his fingers back and forth across Tristan's belly. ``We can do anything you like,'' he said, his warm breath sifting through Tristan's whiskers. ``Is there, you know, any stuff you've been thinking about trying?'' His paw slid down lower, his fingertips pushing down gently but firmly against the top of Tristan's sheath, and Tristan realized for the first time that he'd slid almost completely free, his penis poking stiffly up into the air. Milo let his index finger trace its way up the side of his shaft, his touch sending a little shiver of heat up Tristan's spine. ``We could do stuff with our mouths,'' the beaver murmured softly into Tristan's whiskers. ``I could lick you, if you want. Or you could do that to me. Would you like that?''

Tristan felt his belly twitch as his breath caught for a brief moment. He blinked and nodded. ``Ah... yeah... both...'' he heard himself whisper. His heavy pulse felt almost feverishly warm as his blood surged through his body, causing the rest of his penis and knot to push free from his quickly tightening sheath. He started down at himself, watching Milo's fingertip tracing its way up and down the length of his shaft. A tiny bead of silvery pre-come had already appeared at the very tip of it.

Milo kissed the corner of his mouth again, a faint hum at the back of his throat, and propped himself up on his elbow. Then, with a not particularly graceful scootching shuffle, he managed to push himself down toward the end of his bed, his heavy paddle-like tail thumping with a whump into the comforter and flattening it. He stopped when his head was just alongside Tristan's lower belly, then leaned over him and placed his paws on either side of the fox's thighs. Milo glanced up at him, a self-conscious little smile turning up the corners of his muzzle, then turned his attention back down between Tristan's legs.

Taking Tristan's shaft into his paw, Milo squeezed gently but firmly around the center of it, making the tip swell up slightly and go a darker shade of pink. That little bead of pre-come got bigger, then dribbled down the side of the shaft. Tristan could feel the intensity of Milo's gaze between his legs like it was a physical thing, warm and tingly, and he shivered. Propping himself up on his elbows, Tristan stared down and watched, content for the moment to simply let Milo do whatever he felt like doing.

Milo squeezed and tugged along the skin of his shaft, his fingers dragging smoothly against him as the young beaver took in all the details with a curious but eager expression on his face. He leaned in closer still, so that his hot breath tickled across the tip of Tristan's penis. Letting his fingers slide down to the base of his shaft, Milo wrapped his paw around Tristan's swollen knot, which by now was almost fully engorged and throbbing. ``Never really seen a knot up close before,'' Milo murmured, then leaned down and planted a kiss on the side of Tristan's penis. He let his lips linger there for a few moments before sliding his mouth down and rubbing the end of his muzzle around Tristan's knot. ``Feels good?'' Milo asked gently, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.

``Yeah,'' Tristan replied softly with a nod.

Milo slid his fingers down around the very base of Tristan's knot, and for a moment Tristan thought he was going to squeeze, but the beaver simply held his fingers there and continued to kiss and nuzzle along the length of his penis. Then Tristan felt a hot wetness tickle up the side of his shaft, causing a little groan of pleasure to bubble up from the back of his throat. Milo's big front teeth scraped ever so gently against the underside of his penis as the beaver opened his muzzle wider and began to trace the tip of his tongue over the thin, taut skin. Tristan's penis pulsed and actually jerked against Milo's muzzle, another silvery bead of pre-come appearing at the pointed tip. By now Tristan was breathing heavily, his mouth hanging slightly open, and his tail swished involuntarily, the length of it brushing against Milo's chest and belly.

Milo continued to lick and rub his mouth over the length of his penis, slowly at first, then more eagerly, clearly encouraged by Tristan's soft whimpers and gentle panting. The beaver dragged his mouth up the underside of the shaft, then opened even wider and, to Tristan's delighted astonishment, actually took him into his muzzle, engulfing him in a hot wetness that was beyond anything he'd imagined in his most feverish masturbatory fantasies. Milo tilted his head to one side to accommodate his big front teeth, then pulled, suckled and kneaded with his tongue, taking him deeper, until it felt to Tristan like the tip of his penis was almost to the back of the beaver's throat. Tristan could only hold still and make soft little murmurs of encouragement, his head spinning.

Just as Tristan was beginning to think that he ought to warn Milo to dial it back a little unless he wanted to risk getting a mouthful of fox spunk, the beaver pulled his muzzle back, the length of Tristan's spit-slicked shaft popping free from his lips with a moist smack. Smiling, Milo continued to gently grasp the base of his knot in his fingers to hold him in place. He gave the tip of Tristan's penis a few more playful licks, a tiny string of sticky pre-come trailing briefly from the end of his tongue. ``Ohhh,'' Tristan managed to whimper.

Milo rubbed his nose gently around the tip of Tristan's penis, then leaned back and peered up at him. ``Good?''

``Wonderful,'' Tristan panted. ``That's wonderful.''

Milo beamed. ``Want me to keep going? You can, you know, go ahead and finish, if you're ready. I don't mind.''

Tristan shook his head. ``No, not yet. I, ah, want to try...''

Nodding, Milo leaned back and pushed himself up from between Tristan's legs. Scooting forward, he lay down beside Tristan again on his back, his legs spread. Tristan could see that the beaver was now fully erect, his long, slender penis sticking straight up into the air. Gingerly, Tristan reached over and took it into his paw, his fingers wrapping around the center of the shaft.

``Hmm,'' Milo murmured, eyes half-closed. They kissed again, their mouths crushing together while Tristan gently stroked between his legs. He could feel the warm, thin skin of Milo's penis sliding against his paw, the beaver thrusting his thighs slowly to match his strokes. When the kiss finally broke, Tristan scooted himself back on his knees and hunkered down between Milo's legs, still gently but firmly gripping the base of the beaver's shaft between his fingers.

Aiming the tip of it toward the end of his muzzle, Tristan leaned in close and took in all the up-close and personal details. Even in the dim light there was a taut shine to the pink skin, and a faint, delicate network of tiny veins pulsing away just beneath the surface. A little bead of sticky, silvery fluid glimmered at the very tip... experimentally, Tristan reached out with his free paw and touched it, smearing it against his fingertip. His nose twitched as his nostrils filled with the musky, coppery scent of it... he couldn't help but be reminded of the way Chip's spunk had smelled on the end of his nose, that overcast day last winter. Almost without thinking about it, he leaned down, parted his lips, and flicked his tongue out, tracing it in a tight ring around the soft, pliant nub of flesh at the tip of Milo's penis. He kneaded it, licking and lapping, and was rewarded by the sound of a high-pitched groan from Milo. Opening wider, he pushed his muzzle further down, taking first the tip, then the whole end of the shaft into his mouth.

He could feel Milo's body heat radiating onto his tongue as he suckled and pulled at him, coaxing out several fresh droplets of slick, salty fluid that filled his mouth with a raw, savory, unmistakably rodenty taste that again brought pleasant memories to the forefront of his mind. He actually smiled a little around the tip of the beaver's shaft as he let his tongue dart and lap its way around the hard, pulsing flesh of it, his mouth gradually taking in more of him until his nose was only a couple of inches from that soft, chocolatey belly fur.

Milo's breath was coming heavy and deep now, a rhythmic sort of panting punctuated with occasional grunts and whimpers. His thighs quivered and pushed gently forward, driving his penis a little bit further into Tristan's mouth until the tip of it was practically at the back of his throat. Reaching up, the beaver placed his right paw gently against the top of his head and spread his fingers out to slowly rub at the fur between Tristan's ears. Tristan closed his eyes, content to simply savor all of the delightful sensations he was taking in, from the hot pulse of Milo's blood just underneath the skin of his rigid shaft to the tender, friendly touch of the paw stroking his head. There was also the pleasantly erotic feel of the scaly, muscular flesh of the beaver's tail rubbing up between Tristan's legs, pressing his erect penis against his own belly.

Milo's slick, musky pre-come was dribbling more freely now, coating the back of Tristan's tongue and making him salivate. His spit started filling up his mouth, and to his embarrassment, a little glurch of it actually escaped from the corner of his muzzle to run in a thin stream down the side of Milo's shaft, where it puddled into the damp fur surrounding the tight, fleshy ring of his vent. Awkwardly, Tristan managed to swallow, his jaw trembling with the effort not to clamp down, since he was pretty sure Milo would not appreciate a row of pointy fox teeth digging into his penis. Fanning his whiskers out, Tristan began bobbing his head up and down, slowly and unsteadily at first, a sort of herky-jerky, stiff-necked motion that he gradually managed to smooth into something resembling a gentle rhythm.

Tristan blushed hot under his fur as he imagined how ridiculous he must look, with his fluffy red butt in the air and his face down between Milo's legs, the beaver's slobbery shaft sliding in and out of his mouth. He suckled deeply at Milo's penis, pulling tightly at the hot skin with his tongue, and felt the swollen tip poking at the back of his throat. Tristan was dimly aware that he was dangerously close to tripping his gag reflex, if he were to go even another quarter inch further in - and wouldn't that just be perfect, if he managed to hork up his cross stack? He squeezed his eyes shut, willing that particular mental image out of his head, and continued to slowly bob up and down, his tongue caressing Milo's shaft in what he hoped was a pleasurable way.

He must have been doing something right, because Milo's breathing was starting to get faster and more ragged, the same way it had in the hot tub. The young beaver's thighs were now thrusting gently upward in time with Tristan's downward strokes, pushing his penis rhythmically into his muzzle. Still suckling, Tristan looked up into Milo's face. The beaver's chubby cheeks were a spray of black whiskers, his mouth hanging open to expose his square front teeth as he panted, his chest and belly rising and falling quickly. It occurred to Tristan that it wouldn't take much to send Milo right over the brink, to make him orgasm into his mouth. For a long moment he found the temptation almost overwhelming, to pull extra hard with his tongue and drive the beaver's cock deep into the back of his throat. What would it be like, he wondered? To feel that sudden hot burst of salty, thick, sticky goo squirt against the back of his tongue, to let it gush over the roof of his mouth and fill his muzzle...

Tristan's head reeled for a moment and he blew a sigh out of his nose, his breath ruffling Milo's belly fur. With a tremendous force of will, he pulled his head up from between the beaver's legs, letting the now-throbbing shaft slide wetly out of his muzzle until it popped free and bobbed in the air, a thin dribble of silvery spit and pre-come drooling from the tip. He sat back on his haunches, his tail puffed out behind him, and gently stroked his paws over Milo's furry thighs.

Still breathing heavily though his open mouth, Milo peered up at him, eyes gleaming in the dim light. ``I almost lost it...'' Milo panted. ``I was, ah, just about to warn you.''

Tristan continued rubbing his paws over Milo's thighs. ``Does that mean it was good?''

Milo let out an incredulous chuckle. He reached a paw up and stroked his fingertips against Tristan's forearm. ``You've really never done that before?''

Tristan blushed ever harder and shook his head. ``Not in real life.''

Milo took Tristan's paw into his own and squeezed it. ``So, what else would you like to try?'' He raised his heavy, paddle-like tail up between Tristan's legs and let it press against his balls. ``We might not have much time... you look like you're about ready to burst.''

Tristan peered down between his legs and saw that his cock had swollen up about as hugely as it ever had, the skin having gone almost blood red and the knot so engorged that it looked like it would never be able to fit back inside his body again. The tip of his penis was dribbling a thin stream of pre-come, a few droplets of which ran down the underside of his shaft to spatter onto the scaly black skin of Milo's tail. ``Er, well,'' Tristan said tentatively, ``the thing is... I mean, when I think about this kind of stuff, it's usually about... you know... going inside someone?'' Partly to emphasize what he meant, and partly just because he knew he could, he let his free paw slide down between Milo's legs and rubbed the tip of his middle finger against the beaver's tight, tender anal opening, just beneath the root of the beaver's now-throbbing erection. ``Would that be okay?''

Milo hunched his thighs up at Tristan's touch and whimpered out a soft, agreeable sigh. ``That'd be great. Actually,'' he added with a bashful smile, ``it's kind of been a fantasy of mine, to try and take a knot. You know, to be tied?''

``Really?'' Tristan blinked, then stared back down at his engorged knot, which looked to him to have swollen to the size of a small red apple. Experimentally, he pushed his fingertip once again into the center of Milo's vent, feeling the drum-tight flesh tremble against his skin. ``I mean... you really think it'd go in?''

Milo gave him an appraising look between his legs and nodded. ``I'm pretty sure I could take it. I'm kinda stretchy, you know?''

Not for the first time, Tristan found himself wondering just how experienced Milo really was at this sort of thing. The young beaver couldn't be much older than he himself was, but he sure seemed to know what he was doing. Who had Milo been with, he wondered with a faint twinge of jealousy? What sorts of things had Milo gotten to do in real life, while Tristan had been daydreaming up masturbatory fantasies and diddling himself under his bed sheets?

Tristan reached down and stroked idly at the sides of his knot, causing the still-dribbling tip of his penis to bob in the air just an inch or so away from Milo's pink, puckered opening. He'd been dying to try knotting, of course... what male canid didn't want to do that? He knew from experience that squeezing behind his knot was a sure-fire way to bring himself to a blissful state, and not just in a quick flurry of squirts and done, thank you sir. No, a proper knot massage was almost like having one long orgasm the whole time. Maybe not as intense as the final burst, but plenty delightful all the same, and it was possible to keep that shivery on-the-brink pleasure going for a good long time, if you did it right. Sometimes he'd lay on his side and tuck his penis and knot back between his legs, so that it was pointing behind and away from him, and then slowly rock back and forth, squeezing and kneading at the base of his knot with his thighs. He could spend a whole ten minutes just doing that, panting and moaning softly while his tingling cock throbbed in the air, occasionally squirting out a thin stream of watery, milky pre-come onto a rumpled up pair of underwear.

Yes, he'd truly love to try getting his knot good and proper into Milo... but sadly, he was pretty sure it wasn't going to happen. ``I'd love to tie with you,'' said Tristan, still fondling his knot, ``but, ah, I'm pretty sure it's a little too late. I mean... well, look at this thing.''

Milo simply stroked at Tristan's paw and smiled again. ``But it'll go down again if we wait a little while, won't it?''

Tristan blinked. Waiting hadn't really been on his agenda - but on the other paw, what was the big rush? This was his first time, after all. Wouldn't it be better to really and truly do it right? ``Well, gee, I guess so,'' he said, pursing his lips. There had, of course, been plenty of frustrating times when he'd been interrupted while masturbating, or simply run out of time before having to get up and go do something, and on those maddening occasions he'd had to let his aching knot slowly deflate and pop back into his sheath, knowing full well that he was in for a long day of righteous blue-balls.

``C'mere,'' said Milo, tugging gently on Tristan's paw. ``Lay down next to me, and we'll wait.''

Tristan scooted up alongside Milo and slid down onto his side, his arm draping over the beaver's pudgy belly. His swollen penis pressed up against Milo's thigh, and he had to resist the urge to start dry-humping him. This was probably going to take a while, he thought with an internal groan.

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Milo scootched sideways, slid his arm up behind Tristan's head and let the young fox cradle his cheek into his shoulder. With his other paw, he reached over and began to drag his claw-tips gently up and down through Tristan's chest fur.

Tristan shivered and watched the beaver's paw, with its nimble fingers and delicate webbing down near the knuckles... in a way it reminded him of Rocko's. He'd always felt a little pang of envy, watching his otter friend swoosh and zip through the water like a furry brown torpedo. What would it be like, he'd always wondered, to be equally at home in the water as on dry land? If he could swim like an otter - or a beaver, for that matter - he'd be able to dive down to the bottoms of coral reefs, exploring ancient crumbling shipwrecks and traversing through mysterious crystalline sea caverns, looking for long-lost treasures and drowned cities...

Milo nudged him with a tender rub of his chubby cheek against the top of his head, causing one of Tristan's pointy red ears to fold back momentarily. ``So,'' Milo said softly, ``you were asking before, about me losing my virginity... wanna hear about it? My first time, I mean.''

``Yeah, sure, if you don't mind,'' Tristan murmured back, his heart thumping heavily in his chest.

``Not at all. Only... well, this is a secret. You can't tell this to anybody else, okay?''

Tristan shook his head. ``No, of course I wouldn't, not to anyone.''

Milo nuzzled at him between his ears again. ``Sorry, I trust you. It's just... I guess I haven't really told this to very many people, you know?''

Tristan nodded and cuddled himself up tighter against Milo's side, enjoying the beaver's cozy warmth radiating into him.

Milo rubbed at his chest and continued: ``Well, you remember Camp Maple, of course. Last autumn was my first time there, because I missed out on the year before... I had a bad case of lupo fever, and had to skip a whole three weeks of school - which sucked a lot more than you'd imagine, by the way. I guess it was kind of weird, feeling like everybody else but me already knew where all the cabins were, and where to go, and what sorts of things to look forward to.

``Even still, I absolutely loved the place right from the start. There's just something about being surrounded by giant redwood trees and pine cones, and early morning fog, crisp air, and lakes, and... and banana slugs, campfire smoke, s'mores, the whole thing. I guess I'm a real honest-to-goodness forest critter at heart. Way to live up to the stereotype, right?''

Tristan chuckled and shook his head. ``Eh, don't worry about it... you know how everybody thinks foxes are supposed to be all sly and sneaky? Well, I was so good at hide and seek when I was little that nobody would even play with me. They called me `Phantom Fox', which was... kinda cool and insulting at the same time, you know?''

Milo laughed softly into the fur on Tristan's head, his whiskers fanning out. ``Aw, I think that sounds kind of awesome. It's better than `Eager Beaver', anyway. So, there's me at camp last year, feeling maybe a little shy and not having a lot of friends in my cabin... we were in Huckleberry, that big octagon-shaped one on the edge of that steep drop-off by the lake. Been in that one?''

Tristan nodded. ``Yeah, but only in the downstairs rec room for arts and crafts. I never got to bunk there. They keep putting me in Bristlecone, that single story one out by the amphitheater.''

``Well, check out the second floor of Huckleberry, next time you go,'' said Milo, ``if only for the amazing view from the balcony. There's a cot with a blue and white stripey mattress next to the big stone fireplace up there - that one was mine. I remember my first night, laying all snuggled up under my blanket, hearing the embers crackle and the wind hissing through the treetops outside. I was tired, but for a long time I just sort of lay there with my eyes half closed, listening.

``It must have been about an hour later when I heard somebody get up from their bunk and shuffle off real quiet-like across the floor toward the row of bunks along the bay window. At first I thought it was just someone getting up to pee, but then I heard whispers, so faint I almost missed it. Couldn't make out the words, but you could tell it was two cubs trying really hard not to wake anybody up. Just out of curiosity, I turned my head and looked over at them. I could make out a silhouette standing by the window, and I was pretty sure it was this reddish-brown squirrel with a big brushy tail who was bunked a few beds down from me. He was all hunkered over one of the cots beside the window, whispering down at what I was sure was a red kangaroo I remembered from earlier in the day - he'd said `Hi' to me on the bus and given me a stick of honeysuckle gum.

``I'm not naturally much of a snoop, but I guess my curiosity got the better of me, and I squinted my eyes almost fully closed so they wouldn't catch any gleam from the embers in the fireplace. I dunno how, but I could tell they were doing something secret, and I kinda wanted to know what they were up to. Well, after a few more seconds of whispering, the squirrel took a quick look around the room, then pulled the kangaroo's blankets back and crawled in under them. I could hear the two of them rustling around, and a faint little squeak from one of the bed springs. Then they got quiet, and for a little while all I could see in the dark was a big lump under the kangaroo's blanket.

``Now, at this point my heart was really thumping, because of course it had occurred to me what might be going on. I mean, naive little beaver and all, but not that naive. Sure enough, after a minute or so I started seeing the blanket rustling and moving around, and it seemed to settle over the two of them to where I could make out a quick, jerky sort of up and down motion, right about between where the kangaroo's legs would be. I remember thinking, `No... they're not really... are they? No, can't be...' with my heart jack-hammering away in my chest.

``I could hear their breathing, too, and also that rhythmic rustle of their paws sliding against the blankets. You could tell they were trying to be quiet, but a squirrel and a kangaroo making love together is bound to make a little noise, right?

``So there's me, laying in the dark with my heart slamming away in my chest and a boner throbbing away in my underwear, listening to these two play around with each other. I'm not sure which one of them finished first, but I could hear the breathing get heavier and heavier, then this strangled sort of grunt, and one of them going `Shhhh...' I never heard the other one come, but I'm sure he must have, because the humping motion under the sheets slowed down and stopped. About a minute later I saw the squirrel get up from underneath the kangaroo's blankets, tug up the elastic of his underwear and shuffle his way back across the room to his cot. I lay for a little while, staring at the kangaroo's bed across the way, my heart still thump-thumping away. I'm not sure if I can really describe what I was feeling. Excited, to be sure. Happy? Uncomfortable? A tad jealous, maybe? I waited for a little while longer, until I thought the squirrel and kangaroo must have fallen asleep, and then I pulled my boxers down and jerked off, real quick and real quiet. Sorta dabbed up the mess with my dirty sock, then finally managed to get some sleep.

``Now, obviously that wasn't the part of the story where I did it for the first time, but I'm telling you about it because what I saw that night was still playing around in my mind the next day, when we all gathered downstairs for the communal morning shower...''

``Ahh,'' said Tristan.

``Ahh, indeed. I mean, there's everybody, including the squirrel and the kangaroo, all of us naked and dripping with soap and hot water, and all I can think about is what the two of them had been doing together, and wondering if it was going to happen again that night...''

``How hard did you get?'' Tristan asked sympathetically.

``Almost full-on,'' said Milo sadly. ``Didn't even feel it come out of the vent.''

``Me either,'' nodded Tristan with a tsk. ``Betrayed by our own libidos.''

``I guess I don't have to tell you how embarrassing that was. Everybody seemed to notice all at once and laugh, and there's me desperately trying to face the wall and cover myself with a pink washcloth. I remember that the squirrel was laughing too, which struck me as completely messed up, all things considered. I don't remember who first coined the `Eager Beaver' moniker, but by mid-day it had stuck. I mean, I did my best to let it roll off my back, just played it like `Eh, whatever', but deep down it really hurt.''

``I know it,'' said Tristan, and he raised his head up and planted a sympathetic kiss on the corner of Milo's mouth.

Milo smooched him back and continued: ``Well, all the same I wasn't about to let it ruin my week. Snarky nickname aside, there were plenty of great things going on, and I made it a point to enjoy the heck out of them. Huge stacks of pancakes dribbling with melted butter and maple syrup in the dining hall for breakfast, barbecued veggie burgers and foil-wrapped potatoes for lunch, day hikes through the pine groves to see the waterfalls, target practice at the archery range, painting and woodcarving, and oh, those lungfuls of fresh mountain air and campfire smoke. It was all wonderful, as far as I was concerned.

``Maybe the best thing, though, was swim practice. You know how they rope off that one corner of the lake and set out those floating lane dividers?''

``Mm-hmm,'' nodded Tristan.

``Well, you know how swim practice is mandatory, but for those of us who clearly didn't need basic training, they let us assist the swim coaches... you know, helping the other cubs with how to stroke forward and breathe, or carrying kick-boards down from the lake house, that sort of thing. It sounds kind of like it'd be tedious, but there was one good reason why I got so into it. See, the coach for our group was this older teen raccoon named Boo...''

Tristan blinked and arched the whiskers over his eyes. ``Boo?''

Milo chuckled softly and shrugged. ``Yeah, his full name was `Boudreaux'. Everybody just called him `Boo' for short. He was tall, strong, almost grown-up sized, and he had thick grey and black fur. Seven rings on his tail. His mask was really sharp, too, with the black part outlined in snowy white over his eyes and down his muzzle. Oh, he looked just like a movie star, standing on the edge of the wooden dock in his green swim trunks and a plastic whistle on a string around his neck. I guess it was pup-love at first sight, and it hit me hard. He was really my first bona fide crush, if you don't count Clipper the Banjo-Playing Sea Lion back when I was seven.''

Tristan laughed softly... he'd loved that cartoon as a kit, too, though it had never occurred to him that Clipper was the romantic type.

``Anyhow, you can imagine how stoked I was when I passed the initial swim test with flying colors and got picked to be Boo's assistant for the week. Instead of doing laps and learning how to hold a kick-board, I'd be helping him run the class. That first day, I felt like I was a mile tall, standing next to him on the dock while he broke down the rules and explained the basics of water safety. He even introduced me to everyone, saying: `Now this little champ is Milo, and he's a terrific swimmer. He's going to be helping me all week, and between the two of us we're going to have all of you gold medal-ready.'

``See, that was the thing, on top of everything else - he was a really nice guy. You know how some folks are just naturally outgoing, friendly, good at talking to people... Boo was one of those. I'm telling you, if I wasn't completely head over heels to start with, I definitely was by the end of that first day. As far as I was concerned, everything he did was wonderful; the way he talked, the way he swam, the way he'd stand on the very edge of the dock with lake water sprinkling out of his fur, preening his whiskers dry while he shouted out instructions on how to back-kick. `Hey, Milo, you wanna get in and show that little marmot guy over there the right way to do a jellyfish float?' he'd ask, and I'd get in the water feeling like a hero.

``By the second day, it was all I could do not to just follow him around like a little kit, basking in his awesomeness. I did my best not to show it, but I'm sure I had stars in my eyes the whole time I was around him. Could he tell, I wondered? I hoped not, because like I said... naive but not that naive. Still, if he could tell, he either wasn't letting on, or maybe it just didn't bother him.

``After that day's practice, he had me help him gather up all the kick-boards and go with him up to the lake house. You've been in there, right?''

Tristan nodded. The lake house, aka Willow Cabin, was a large three story redwood structure with a sharp red roof, perched on the very edge of Bluegill Lake like something out of a lumberjack's fairy tale. There were two cobblestone chimneys running up either side of it, and inside was a large rec room where you could unwind in the afternoons, play ping pong, air hockey or darts, or just sit in a cushy chair near one of the bay windows to gaze out over the lake or read a book. The top floor, Tristan was led to understand, was where some of the teen volunteers who helped run the place had their rooms, and below the ground level floor was a storage area where they kept the lane dividers and swimming things locked up.

``You know how there's that bottom level facing the lake, right?'' continued Milo. ``Well, that's where Boo and me headed, so we could put away the kick-boards. There was a little white sign on the door that said `No Admittance', but we marched right past it... I guess I felt pretty grown up, you know? I was somebody important. Must have been grinning like a village idiot,'' Milo said with a chuckle. ``So Boo leads me back through the front room, which was kind of this big, chilly concrete deal with grey bricks for walls and a bunch of fold-out tables stacked with boxes and papers. `Kick-boards go back here, let me show you,' he said, and we went through another doorway into a much smaller room, this one just as cold. There were a bunch of kick-boards stacked up along the back wall underneath this little rectangular window that was all choked up with dry weeds. I noticed there was another doorway that led into what looked like a little locker room.

``We set down our armloads of kick-boards. `Nice job today, bucko,' he said, and he reached out and ruffled the fur on top of my head. I must have blushed so hard my fur was probably glowing. `You wanna get cleaned up? We can use the facilities back here.' He led me into that little locker room and switched on the light. There was a row of rusty tan lockers along the far wall, some hardwood benches bolted to the floor, and around the corner, there was a ten-foot square, white tiled shower with four spigots sticking out of the wall. I followed Boo over to the benches and just sort of stood there, my heart racing. `Not many cubs get to come back here,' he said, tossing his towel into the corner. Then he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his swim trunks and slid out of them. I think my heart actually skipped a beat.

``Doing my absolute best not to stare at him, I managed somehow to slough off my own trunks and moved over to the farthest spigot. He stepped up to the one next to me and turned the water on. I waited until he had his face under the spray before I even dared take a peek over at him. Oh, he was something... all taut haunches and wiry muscles and thick fur. His stripey tail was sopping with warm water, and I remember how it kept floofing out in spiky wet tufts every time he stepped away from the water stream. His sheath was perfect, nice and thick and covered in silky charcoal fur, and I caught just the quickest little flash of pink at the tip while he scrubbed his fingers through his belly fur.

``What did he think of me, I wondered? Just a pudgy little brown beaver with buck teeth and a flapjack tail. Stupid, I thought, to even imagine that he thought of me as anything but just another goofball cub. Besides which, the memory of that other morning's shower was still fresh in my mind, and I was horrified to think of what would happen if I let myself get carried away again. The other cubs I could handle, but the thought of Boo laughing at me like that...''

Tristan tsked again and squeezed his arm comfortingly around Milo's middle, his muzzle buried deep in the beaver's soft chest fur. Milo nuzzled the top of his head.

``Well, there's me, staring intently at the wall and willing my blood to stop whooshing all hot and tingly through my body, doing everything in my power not to just gawp at the naked raccoon standing not three feet away from me. `Soap?' he said, and I just about jumped. I looked over at him and saw that he was holding a bright blue bar of oat-cream soap out at me.

``'Ah, thanks,' I sputtered, and took it. I started slathering myself up, scrubbing like mad until I probably looked like a snow-beaver. I could feel my vent swelling up in spite of everything, and I did my best to hunch over and act like the wall was totally the most interesting thing in the world.

``'You havin' a good time so far?' he asked, and I nodded.

``'It's been great,' I told him. `I love the water. Swimming, I mean.' I nearly groaned at that one, but he just laughed and kept rubbing the soap suds out of his fur. I tried to turn away, but I couldn't help staring while he pushed his paws down through his thigh fur.

``You're doing terrific, you know. I'm really proud of you,' he said, and now he was watching me, watching him. He stroked his paws over his middle some more, his eyes gleaming in that cool fluorescent light. Little beads of water were dripping from the tips of his whiskers, his black nose twitching while he breathed. There was a long moment where I was completely at a loss for what to do. Finally I reached out and passed him the soap back, feeling about as lame as possible. `Thanks,' I managed to say.

``I swallowed hard and blinked, then turned back to face the wall. I was just feeling the last of the soap bubbles dribbling down the back of my tail when his paws slid around my middle. I heard myself gasp, my eyes probably going as wide as saucers. Next thing I knew, I could feel him pressing himself up against my back, all warm and strong and sopping wet. He started rubbing his paws all up and down my sides, and his thighs were pressed up against my rump. I could feel his sheath tighten up, and then something long and hard slid up out of it and pushed right up alongside my tail base.

``He leaned in and pressed his cheek against mine, so that his whiskers and mine were all crushed together. His breathing was deep and fast, like he'd been running. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back. `Shh,' he whispered into the side of my muzzle. `Is that okay? D'you like that?' he asked, and he started kissing my cheek, still stroking at me with his paws. Next thing I knew, he had one of them around front of me, and then he was cupping my vent, rubbing at it and coaxing me out. I still remember the way it felt, coming out into his warm paw. `'S that feel good?' he whispered into my cheek while he stroked between my legs.

``I think I managed to whimper something by way of reply. He responded by reaching out past me and turning my shower spigot off. The room went quiet, and I realized for the first time that he'd shut his off too. Now the only sounds were the pit-pat of water dripping onto the floor, and the huffing of our breath. By this point I was half convinced I wasn't really even there... I was actually snoozing away under my blankets at home, having the most intense wet dream of my life. I'm not sure how long this went on, with him pressed all up against my back, one paw between my legs and the other stroking my backside, both of us breathing hard, the side of his muzzle crushed up against mine. Maybe it was a few minutes, maybe it was ten seconds, I honestly dunno. The rest of the world seemed to have faded into a haze.

``Still pushed up against me, he let go of my hard-on, which was really throbbing by this point, and reached his paw up to my muzzle. `Spit,' he whispered eagerly, his breath shaking in his chest. He pushed the side of his paw directly against my chin. `Go on, it's okay.' My head was reeling at this point, and for a few moments I had no idea what he was talking about. At last the gears clicked into place, and I pushed my lips out and tried to spit... only my mouth had gone completely dry, and all I did was make this sad little `puh' noise. I smacked my tongue around in my mouth, desperately trying to coax something up, and finally managed to cough this tiny little dribble of saliva into his palm. He moved his paw away and hawked a much more generous gob into his paw, then moved it down between his own legs. I could hear a faint squelching sound as he slicked himself up. Then he had his fingers beneath my tail base and was pulling at it. `C'mon, it's all right,' he whispered. `Lift up...'

``I hunkered over so that my nose was practically bumping into the silvery hot water knob on the wall and raised my tail up. He sidestepped for a moment to get out of the way, then moved back up against me, his thighs positioned right behind my rump. I heard him spit again, and then his fingertip was pushing into my vent and up against my anal opening, kneading and rubbing it all slick with our mingled saliva. `Relax, bucko,' he whispered right into my ear. `It's okay, just relax, that's it...' And then his finger was inside me, pushing in deeper and deeper until he was almost up to the knuckle. I heard myself groan out loud, and I almost stumbled. Reaching up, I pressed my paws against the wall and pushed backward against him, letting him work his way around inside me.

``I'd done that to myself plenty of times, of course, playing around in the shower at home, or in the sauna when nobody else was around, but to have somebody else doing it was beyond anything I'd ever imagined. It wasn't just the feel of it, which was incredible, it was the way he was so excited to be touching me like that, you know?

``'Kay,' he whispered into my whiskers as he pressed firmly up against me again. I felt him slide his finger back out of me, which made me shiver and actually nudge my nose against the wall. Then the tip of his rock-hard penis was up under my tail base and pressing against my opening. I felt the pressure increase, and I realized - I think for the first time - that this was really happening, that the dreamy raccoon I'd been fawning over all day was going to go inside me. I let out this little squawking sound and pushed my haunches back, feeling the tip of him grinding into me so hard I started to ache.

``'Push,' he gasped. `That's it, push out... lemme in... oh, oh, that's it!' At last the tip of him popped in past my ring, and I cried out. I have to admit, it kind of hurt, like this burning, aching sort of sensation as I got stretched wide open... but it was good too, the way he filled me up as he slid into me. `Ohhhh-h-h-h,' he whispered into my whiskers, still driving himself up inside, and he flicked his tongue out and licked the side of my cheek. I could feel his thighs trembling against me as the last of him went in under my tail. His whole body seemed to be shaking, his breath hitching and gasping in his chest. He let out a low groan and pushed himself as far forward as my tail base would let him, then started to rock back and forth - not thrusting, exactly, but sort of humping up against me.

``By now we were both whimpering and making little high-pitched grunting noises. He was pushing into me so tightly that I had to wrap one of my paws around the shower knob to keep my balance. I felt my heels lift up from the wet tiles, and my tail base was aching like it does when I sleep funny on it. Looking down at myself, I saw my erection bobbing in the air, and as he gave me a hard thrust, it jerked and drooled out a thick string of something too thick to be pre-come, but too watery to be actual spunk. Right then he slid his right paw back around me and grabbed hold of my penis, which made me gasp. I tried to thrust into his grip, but he was so deep inside of me that I was actually kind of stuck in place between his thighs.

``His thrusting was getting faster and more herky-jerky, like all of his muscles were tensing up, and I knew he was on the brink, that he was going to let go inside me, and that's when I lost it and started spurting. I had a quick glimpse of a gooey white rope gushing out of my tip, half of which hit the wall tiles and half of which fell back heavily onto Boo's fingers. Then he cried out softly and pushed into me so hard that I really would have fallen over, if I hadn't been anchored so snugly between his legs. I raised my head up and squinted my eyes closed, my paw clenched tight around the shower knob, and let the sensation of my orgasm take me over. I could feel him, too, pulsing and throbbing and gushing his wet warmth into me. His whole body was taut, and his heart was hammering against my back. His ragged breath sifted through the fur on the side of my face as he gasped and whimpered `Oh, yes, yes, yes...'

``My climax seemed to ebb in time with his, and I opened my eyes and lowered my head back down, panting like I'd just swum the length of the lake. I thought I must have painted the whole wall with my spunk, but nope, there was just the normal amount splattered in ivory-colored streamers and droplets down on the tiles between my feet. Boo kept himself hugged up against me for a few long moments, then let go of my penis and rubbed his now-sticky paw up over my shoulder. He leaned in close, gave my lips a quick little lick with the tip of his tongue, then straightened himself up and put his other paw on my hip. `I'm gonna pull out now, okay?' he whispered, and I nodded. `Just hold still. This might, ah, f-feel a little uncomfortable, but it'll be all right. Just relax...'

``And then he started to withdraw, and he was right, it was uncomfortable. It hurt, truth be told, like I was raw between my legs and getting poked by a sharp claw-tip right along my insides. I must have winced, because he paused, then kept going more slowly. `That's it, you're doing great,' he murmured, and finally he popped free with this soft sort of squelching noise. Taking a step back, he waited for me to turn around to face him, which I did. His penis was already halfway back into his sheath, the tip of it slick with a tiny dribble of spunk. He was looking down at me with a look of pure satisfaction on his face, his black eyes gleaming in the dim light. Reaching out, he rubbed his paw affectionately over my shoulder and chest, then leaned down and kissed my mouth.

``At first I wasn't sure what to do... it was a day of firsts for me, to be sure, and I'd never been kissed like that. Clumsily, I tried to push my mouth back against his, but my teeth were in the way and I was just sort of mashing them up against his fuzzy lips. Without missing a beat, though, he slid his mouth to the corner of mine, then flicked his tongue out and pushed, until I finally caught on and opened up. The next thing I knew, his tongue was in my muzzle, licking around behind my teeth and across the top of my own tongue. If I hadn't just had a thoroughly draining orgasm, I might have found it erotic, but instead it was sort of... well, I don't wanna say `gross', but it was peculiar, having somebody else's spit in my mouth. For all that, though, it was intimate and warm and... I guess `flattering' is the right word. It felt like a compliment.

``When the kiss broke, we simply stood there, naked and wet and beaming at each other. `C'mon, let's finish cleaning up,' he said, and we turned our showers back on. He passed me the soap, and I started lathering up. Reaching under my tail, I found myself wincing again. He noticed me doing that and leaned over toward me, out from under his shower spray. `Sorry, bucko,' he said abashedly, scrubbing some suds between his own legs. `I guess I got a little carried away. I wasn't as gentle as I should have been.'

``'It's okay,' I said, still wincing. I've got to say it, the soap was making my butthole burn. Say, have you ever eaten a hot chili pepper?''

Tristan nodded. ``I can't enjoy my nachos unless they're smothered in pickled serranos.''

Milo chuckled. ``Well, you know about the `ring of fire', then,'' he said, and Tristan laughed. ``That's pretty much what it felt like. Boo reached over and stroked my soapy shoulder. `Hate to say it, champ,' he said, `but your rear's probably going to be pretty sore for the rest of the day.' He was right, too. I spent the rest of that afternoon feeling like I'd somehow fallen asleep ass-end up and managed to get a sunburn on my back door. Not that I minded, of course. On the contrary, it was a reminder of what had happened between Boo and me in the shower, and that had me feeling like the king of the world. I mean, the coolest, most awesome guy in the whole camp not only liked me, he had wanted me, and shared himself with me in the most intimate way possible. The thought that I wasn't a virgin anymore didn't even hit me until later in the evening, when we were all gathered around one of those great big circular iron fire pits out by the amphitheater, toasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. I remember the way that that felt, to suddenly realize that's what I had given to Boo. For the rest of my life, he would always be my first. It was comforting, you know? Like, no matter what else happened, a little bit of him was going to be a part of me forever.''

That notion struck Tristan as being incredibly romantic, and he sighed happily. Milo regarded him thoughtfully, his eye-whiskers raised up, and Tristan leaned in, flicked his tongue out, and gently licked the tip of it against the end of Milo's nose. The young beaver sputtered and let out a little giggle. ``Don't leave me hanging,'' said Tristan with a smile. ``Did you and Boo do it again the next day?''

Milo smiled back coyly and gave him a wink. ``Oh, you better believe it. You know how folks say `Best time of my life'? Well, I'm not sure if you can ever really pin something like that down - I mean, I once got to be an extra in a Fizz-O Cola commercial when I was little, and I still get free watermelon pop to this day - but that week at Camp Maple definitely has to be at the top of my list.''

``It sounds wonderful,'' said Tristan with a faint twinge of envy. From having watched various teen comedies, he'd come to the understanding that for a lot of young folks, losing your virginity was often a fumbling, awkward affair that usually ended in either a pratfall or a hasty retreat from an angry, garden tool-wielding parent who'd caught you in the act. What Milo'd gotten to experience, on the other paw, sounded positively idyllic, the sort of intense, intimate scenario one might conjure up for a masturbatory fantasy.

``That next day, I was almost giddy during swim practice,'' continued Milo. ``I mean, I was probably beaming at all the other cubs like I'd just found out I'd won a million game tokens at Billy Gator's Pizza-Spree Jamboree, plus a new flying car to haul them around in. It felt like... like you feel first thing in the morning on your birthday, and you know all these good things are waiting for you. Not that I wasn't trying to be discreet, of course. I knew that Boo and me would be in a world of trouble if anybody figured out what we'd been up to, so I played it as cool as I could, trying to act like I wasn't head over paddle-tail for him. Boo did, too... y'know, just treating me the same as he had before - though there was one moment when we were standing together on the edge of the dock, watching the other cubs front-paddling with their kick-boards, and I felt the side of his finger just ever-so-gently brush my hip. When I looked up, he gave me this quick little wink and a smile, and I just about floated away over the trees like a beaver-shaped helium balloon.

``My heart was really pounding when we finished up the lesson, and the two of us went back to the lake house together. Once we were alone in the basement storeroom, he sidled up beside me and rubbed gently at my shoulder. I looked up at him, I'm sure with those stars in my eyes again, and he leaned down and planted a quick smooch on my mouth. `Ready for another shower?' he asked, and his voice was low and thick, like the way grownups talk in movies during the bedroom scenes, right before your parents get all uncomfortable and change the channel in a hurry...''

Tristan snorted out a laugh at that. He could remember just such a time, many years ago, when a hot and steamy scene had popped up in what was supposed to be a family-friendly movie on TV, and he'd had just enough time to innocently ask his folks why the meerkat spy was suddenly wrestling on the hotel floor with his lady friend before his dad had jammed the `change channel' button so hastily that he'd popped it permanently down into the remote.

Milo continued: ``I nodded at Boo, and he gave me this sexy sort of smile, his eyes half-lidded, the corners of his mouth turned up so that the tips of his pointy white teeth were just poking out from beneath his upper lip. `Me too,' he said, and he actually reached out and put his paw between my legs, giving my vent a firm squeeze through my still-wet swim trunks. `I've been thinking about you all morning... c'mon, let's get wet.' I followed him through the back of the storage area to the locker room, my head practically spinning in anticipation.

``When we got into the shower, Boo turned on the closest spigot, and a stream of already-hot water fountained down between us. I was just reaching out for the knob closest to me when he shook his head and curled his finger in the air, beckoning me over to him. `Let's share,' he said, gesturing at the water spray with his muzzle, and I had to admit that sounded like a fine idea. Still watching me with that come-hither look on his face, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks and slid them slowly down, past his already half-unsheathed penis and balls, letting me have a good long look. I hadn't really had a chance, the other day, but now I could take in all the details... he was about as thick in the shaft as a roll of those Billy Gator tokens I was talking about, and as he slid the rest of the way out of his grey, furry, wet sheath, I saw he was long, too, maybe six and a half inches, which to me looked huge... part of me couldn't believe I'd actually been able to take him inside myself the day before.

``By now he was getting rock hard... I mean, he was obviously enjoying giving me a show, and as I stared, he spread his legs a little bit apart and pushed his hips forward, so that the pointed tip of his dick got sprinkled in the shower water, which dripped down the underside and streamed into the fur on his balls. When he'd first popped out, the skin of it had been this soft shade of bubblegum pink, but now it had gone darker, almost candy apple red, and I could see this faint tracing of tiny grey veins just beneath the skin. Ah, out of curiosity, have you ever seen a raccoon's penis before...?''

Tristan nodded and blushed under his fur. ``Yeah, actually. I'm real good friends with a raccoon, and we've... well, y'know, showered together, showed each other our bits, that kinda thing. Nothing like what you're talking about, though. I mean we've never... er...''

Milo chuckled and gave Tristan a kiss on the cheek. ``Aw, that's how you know you're true blue, when you're comfortable taking a friendship to the `bits' level.'' Tristan laughed, and Milo once again continued: ``Well, you know how interesting the shape is, then, on a raccoon. Kinda sticks out straight, then goes curved and pokes downward just at the end. Boo told me later that he and his friends used to call them their `fishhooks' when they were little, and they'd do stuff like use them to knock over their action figures, like a bad actor getting caned on a vaudeville stage... or they'd tie strings around them, then sit back spreadeagled and use them to pull toy cars across the floor with...''

Tristan chuckled. ``Heh... it's amazing, the things we come up with when we're playing with our stuff. Heck, one time I knotted with a hot water bottle.''

Milo smiled, his eye-whiskers raising up. ``Wow... inventive.''

``It wasn't as good as you might think,'' replied Tristan, blushing once again. ``It kind of felt like I was doing it with a garden hose. Anyhow, you were saying...?''

Milo laughed softly and nuzzled at Tristan's cheek. ``Well, there we were, him standing naked in front of me, his penis and chest and belly-fur getting sprinkled with shower spray, and I realized that my own dick was feeling really uncomfortable. When I looked down, I saw that I was still wearing my trunks, and I mean I was hard. It looked like I was smuggling a tent peg in the front, and it was actually kind of difficult to get out of those wet things, because the elastic waistband kept getting caught on my shaft and pulling it downward into the mesh. Finally, and after what must have been a ridiculous-looking struggle, I was able to slide them down around my ankles and kick them away.

``Now I was naked too, my erection bobbing in the air in front of me, a little bead of silvery pre-come already shimmering right on the tip. I watched him take in all of my details, and it felt almost physically good, the way his gaze was practically caressing me, memorizing my details. `C'mere...' he whispered, and when I stepped forward into the full spray of the shower, he pulled himself up against me and started rubbing his paws all over me. His fingers pushed and stroked through my fur, over my shoulders, against the sides of my throat, down over my belly, then around to rub up and down firmly against my spine. I reached my own arms out and hugged myself to him, his penis pressed firmly against my belly.

``'Hmmm-m-m,' he hummed from somewhere in the back of his throat, and it almost sounded like a bird chirp, like this sort of a chitter...''

Tristan nodded. He'd heard Berry make just such a sound on many occasions, usually just after taking a bite of warm butterscotch fudge.

``Still stroking at my back, he leaned down and started nuzzling the top of my head, his pointy nose rubbing tight little circles around my ears and his hot breath filtering down through my fur. All I could do was close my eyes and rub my cheek into his chest, my fingers clutching firmly at his haunches. `You are so, so sexy,' he whispered directly into my ear. `You know that? You know how sexy you are, sweet stuff?'

``In truth, I don't know that I'd ever thought of myself as all that attractive, much less `sexy'. I mean, the movies and TV shows are always showing you these sleek muscly wolves in tight shirts, or perfectly primped rats with big silky ears and awesome accents where they say `Come with meee to my million dollar cahhhstle, my sweet paaaramour...'''

Tristan snorted out a laugh. ``That's disturbing.''

Milo chuckled. ``I dunno, I wouldn't mind being some hot bajillionaire rat's paaaramour sometime. Anyhow, that sort of thing seems to be what everybody thinks of when they imagine the perfect guy, you know? Chubby aquatic rodents with buck teeth, not so much...''

Tristan opened his mouth to protest, but Milo leaned down and playfully flicked the tip of his tongue against his lips, silencing him. ``I know, I know - that's just poor self esteem talking. But, that's just it... having Boo tell me that I was sexy, having him kiss me and nuzzle me and rub himself against me like that, was sort of mind blowing. It was sweet, and exciting, and warm, and... and just wonderful, you know? I think I was enjoying that even more than the physical side of it, in a way... not that that wasn't feeling pretty good, too. Honestly, at that point I was prepared to let him do pretty much anything he wanted.

``I guess he could tell that I was ready, because he started rubbing at my rump, his fingers stroking and kneading at me there. Leaning over, I lifted my tail up and let him rub his way down beneath the base, and pretty soon the side of his finger was dragging up against my opening. His erection was really throbbing against my belly now, and I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it just as much... and then he pushed the tip of his finger just inside, and this sharp sort of burning sensation hit me. I winced into his chest and let out this involuntary little whimper, and he suddenly froze. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then, very carefully, he pulled his finger back out of me, reached out to the side, and turned the shower off. Sliding his paws up over my shoulders, he took a step back and peered down into my face. I could see that he was still excited, but my heard sank a little because now there was caution in his eyes, too. What was wrong, I wondered? Was he going stop, to push away from me, tell me this had all been some kind of mistake?

``'Hey,' he said, keeping his voice quiet in the now silent locker room, `you know I like you a lot, right?' I nodded dumbly at him, my mind having gone about as blank and fuzzy as a white bed-sheet. `You like me too, don't you?'

``I managed to nod again. `I love being with you,' I said, my voice sounding far away in my head. This was it, he was going to end it, to pick up his trunks and leave me standing there alone... but then he smiled, and pulled me in close for a quick little kiss.

``Me, too,' he said. `The thing is... I mean, yesterday happened awfully quick, and I was thinking about it later on, that I'd maybe come on too strong, that I'd pushed you too hard, without really stopping to... to make sure that you...''

``He stopped and swallowed, and I was kind of surprised, to see him so unsure of himself. I couldn't really think of anything much useful to say, so I did the only thing that came into my head to do... I reached my paw out and caressed the side of his muzzle, letting his long black whiskers flatten against my palm. `I loved it,' I said. `I really, honestly loved what we did.' His eyes kind of widened, either because I was touching his face or because of what I said, and a moment later he was kissing me again, really kissing me, our open mouths crushing together and his tongue curling back behind my teeth to lick deep into my muzzle.

``When the kiss finally broke, he licked my whiskers a few times, then leaned back and stroked at the back of my neck. With his other paw, he reached around me and patted gently at my rump. `You're still pretty sore back there, aren't you?' he asked, and I blushed under my fur and nodded. `I'm so sorry, I knew I was being too... listen, from here on out, if I do something and you don't like it, or it doesn't feel right, I need you to tell me, okay? I'll stop. We won't do a single thing you don't want to do.'

``I nodded and said, `Uh-huh, okay, I will.' He laughed his cute little sing-songy laugh, then leaned down and kissed my forehead.

``'I was just thinking,' he said, `that maybe today we could try something a little different.' Once again, he reached out and stroked at my vent. Both of us had sort of retreated while we were talking, but now I slid back up and out into his waiting paw, and as he squeezed his fingers around me I saw him unsheathe again, too. He slid his paw around the back of my head and cradled the nape of my neck with his palm... not pushing, really, but kind of nudging my head forward. I just sort of stared up at him, then back down at his stiffening penis, then back up at him again... it took me a full five seconds for the gears to click into place, and I finally got what he was thinking. My eyes widened a little, and I think my mouth actually popped open in surprise. `Oh!' I blurted, and I felt my skin go all hot.

``'Want to try it?' he asked with a hopeful little smile, and I nodded. Then I stepped up close to him and reached out to take him into my paw. He groaned softly as I squeezed around the middle of his shaft, that curled end jerking up at me and a little silvery droplet appearing at the very tip. I could feel his paw stroking eagerly at the back of my head and neck... still not pushing, but just sort of rubbing, his fingertips spreading into my fur like you'd do with a baby kit you were trying to coax to sleep. For a few long moments, I just sort of stood there with his erection in my grip, staring down at it... I mean, I'd had fantasies about that sort of thing, but now that it was really happening, I honestly wasn't sure how to get started. `Umm...' I mumbled, `what do I do?'

``He laughed again and gave the back of my neck a gentle nudge with his palm. `Lean down, it's okay,' he said, and I did, sort of squatting back on my haunches and lowering my head down between his legs. `Just do whatever feels right,' he murmured. Now I could see him up close and personal, and I took a good long look, just sort of drinking in the details... I could see the tiny grey veins under the thin, shiny pink skin pumping with blood, and also a thick bead of slick pre-come shimmering on the tip like a melted droplet of mother-of-pearl. The scent of him was making my head swim, all rich and musky and spicy... it kind of reminded me of how the forest smells after a rainstorm. He felt so warm and alive in my paw, it was like we were almost physically joined together, like we were sharing the same pulse...''

``As of this morning, I know exactly what you mean,'' said Tristan, prompting Milo to chuckle and kiss him tenderly behind his right ear.

``I licked him,'' continued Milo, ``right on the tip, and he groaned and pushed himself forward, which kind of ground the end of his shaft up against my muzzle. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, down through my fur to my whisker roots, and I started rubbing my nose against him. A thin little trace of fluid smeared onto me between my nostrils, and the scent of him filled my head, all raw musk and sea salt and melted butter. He smelled like sex - there's no other way to put it - and as I opened my mouth and took the end of him onto my tongue, I could taste it too. I'm not sure if I've got the words to describe just how intense it all was... honestly, I very nearly climaxed right then and there, I was so worked up. I actually felt a thick dribble of pre-spunk drool out of my penis and run down the underside of my shaft. Fortunately I managed to hold still and wait until the sparklers going off in my head dimmed back into the background, and it's a testament to Boo's patience that he simply waited for me, his trembling fingers pressed gently into the fur on the back of my head, his belly rising and falling as he panted softly.

``'That's so good,' I heard him whisper, and with that I sort of half-closed my eyes and started to kind of... well, I guess I sort of sucked him in, pulling and caressing with my tongue like I was blowing a freezie-pop or something. Now I heard him whimper, and his belly actually hitched like he'd hiccuped. I managed to get about half of him into my muzzle, my head turned to the side a little so my teeth weren't in the way... I would have tried to take him even further, but the tip of him was already at the back of my throat and there just wasn't any further it could go. Still, I could tell that what I was doing must have been good, because he was really panting, and all the muscles underneath his fur were starting to tremble.

``His shaft felt hot in my mouth, the thin skin of it pulsing and sliding against my tongue as I clumsily did this sort of herky-jerky bobbing thing between his legs. The curved tip was rubbing at the back of my mouth and dribbling freely onto my tongue, which mingled with my spit and made me drool out of the corners of my mouth. He actually kind of tasted like popcorn, if you can believe that...''

Tristan smiled into Milo's chest fur and nodded. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him to wonder if that's what all raccoons tasted like, and a weird little tingle rippled down his spine. For a moment, he saw Berry's face in his mind's eye, and remembered how it had been, that one night not so long ago, with his trembling paw down the front of the young raccoon's red and grey-checked cotton pajamas, that pair of soft, tender, fuzzy balls cupped firmly in his palm. He found himself wondering, despite himself, if his fingers had smelled like popcorn afterwards. It hadn't occurred to him to check...

``We went on like that for a few minutes,'' continued Milo, ``and I think I must have been getting better as I went along, because pretty soon we'd sort of found this rhythm, where he'd push his thighs forward in time with the bobbing of my head. I was pulling and suckling deeply by now, every few strokes pulling back to lick and twirl around the swollen tip like you'd do with a candy stick. He was groaning and whimpering and making that sweet chittering sound at the back of his throat. He was clearly getting to the brink, and I was just starting to wonder how much longer he'd last when he gasped and blurted out, `Oh, Milo, I'm gonna come!'

``My eyes widened a bit at the realization of what was about to happen, but I kept going and sort of tried to steel myself... it didn't occur to me until later, that he'd actually been trying to warn me, so that I could to pull back. I didn't, though, and the first burst of semen went right down the center of my palate and hit the back of my throat like a shot from a squirt gun. The second one was shooting out before I'd managed to do much more than reflexively make this `gurk!' sort of noise and half-swallow. That's all I was able to do - the rest of his spunk filled my mouth up and glurched right back out again, most of it pouring in thick globs down the sides of my muzzle and chin. Er, have you ever tasted...?''

Tristan nodded again. ``Yeah, I'm pretty sure every guy does it at some point.'' Naturally, he'd tasted his own jizz a few times, though more out of curiosity than anything else. A couple of times he'd even managed to hunker forward and pull the end of his own cock into his mouth to suckle himself to orgasm, letting his squirts flood onto his tongue in several hot bursts. It was pleasant enough, but he'd never felt any particular urge to swallow. Not that he thought it tasted bad... it was just that the salty, musky, faintly fishy goo coating the inside of his muzzle didn't seem all that arousing once he'd finished.

No, when he did think about having someone do that with him, it was always the memory of how Chip had tasted that afternoon all those months ago that bubbled to the forefront of his mind, of that salty mist swirling over his tongue while the still-panting rat had dabbed gingerly at his wet nose, and of how the sensation of it had finally pushed him over a brink he hadn't even known existed until then, his first orgasm engulfing and overwhelming him like a hot, dark tidal wave that had practically doubled him over with pure pleasure. He flushed warmly under his fur at the thought of it - his very first climax, brought on by the taste of rodent spunk...

Milo chuckled. ``I don't doubt it. Thing is, up to that point I'd only ever fantasized about what that'd be like, to have somebody do that in my muzzle. I mean, I've managed to aim some squirts into my own mouth in the sauna a few times, but that's not really the same thing at all, when it's just your own stuff.''

``Yeah, you think it'll be this hot and sexy thing, but as soon as you finish, it just ends up being kinda gross,'' said Tristan.

Milo nodded. ``I suppose it's because once you're spent, you're not really in the mood anymore, and now you're just left with a mouthful of salty mess to deal with. Thing is, though, when Boo did it, I was still plenty turned on, and it did make a big difference, having it be somebody else. For all that, it was kind of alarming, to have it happen for real... I mean, in your fantasies it's always this perfect scenario where you're a total expert, but in real life there's all these things going on that you never really thought about before.

``For one thing, when he shot out his first jet, I felt my gag reflex kick in and close up the back of my throat like I'd accidentally sucked in a gulp of lake water, which meant that I couldn't have swallowed any more if I'd wanted to... and, in all honesty, I didn't particularly want to. Don't get me wrong, I was incredibly excited to have it happen, but no amount of sexy daydreams and steamy hot fantasies had really prepared me for what having a throat-full of hot raccoon spunk was actually going to be like. So, as thrilled as I was, I felt pretty embarrassed, too, kneeling there with my head between his legs, coughing softly around his throbbing penis while slobber and jizz poured down my cheeks.

``The moment he was spent, he slid himself back out of my mouth and gently pulled me upright, one paw stroking at my sticky cheek. I could feel my whiskers sticking to the sides of my face, and in spite of my best efforts, I coughed again, sending a little streamer of sticky white gunk out onto my chin. `You okay?' he asked, and I nodded, my lips smacking as I weakly managed to spit the rest of him out.

``'Yeah, sorry,' I managed to sputter, and to my surprise he took my face in his palms and pulled me in close.

``'Sorry? For what? Milo, that was incredible,' he said, and started kissing my mouth.

``For a moment I just sort of stood there, my paws hanging at my sides like limp fish. I almost pulled back... not because I didn't like the way he was kissing me, but because I kept thinking, `Don't, I'm all sticky, you'll mess yourself up...' Then I felt my arms go around him, and we were kissing, deep and wet and warm, our bodies pressed together and the lake-water musk of him still rich in my nostrils. His breath coursed down the sides of my muzzle, our whiskers grinding together with a soft crinkly sound, his eyes closed and his beautiful mask glistening with tiny water droplets.

``When the kiss broke, he licked at my cheeks a few times, then slid his paws down over my belly. `Ready?' he asked, taking my still throbbing shaft into his grip, and I nodded. Then he knelt down between my legs and slid his paws up and down over my thighs, my belly, and over my rump. Leaning in, he gave me this playful little lick right on the tip, which sent a shiver up my spine like I'd never felt before in my life. `Just give me a heads-up when you're about to finish, okay?' he murmured up at me, and as I nodded again, he opened up his mouth and took me in.

``I guess a raccoon's muzzle is naturally longer than a beaver's, and besides which, he was bigger than me, but all the same I was truly surprised when he swallowed me all the way up to the root of my shaft. I heard myself grunt as I felt this incredible hot wetness engulf me, and I pushed my thighs forward without really meaning to. He responded by squeezing his eyes shut, hugging his paws up against my rump, and pulling me as deeply into his muzzle as it was physically possible to go. `Oh,' I heard myself say, my voice high and trembling. `Oh, oh...' I slid my paws gently up over the top of his head, between his pointy gray ears, and let my fingers stroke down toward the back of his neck. His nostrils were actually pressing into the damp fur on my lower belly, making his breath blow through with a muffled sort of snorting. The very tips of his teeth were just touching the exposed flesh of my opening, the part where my erection was sticking up from. For several long moments, all I could do was sort of stare dumbly down at him... what was I supposed to do? Thrust? Pull back? Hold still?

``After what felt like a good long time, he started to pull his head back, then forward again, very slowly at first, his tongue curling around the sides of my shaft as though he were suckling at a particularly tasty bite of hard candy. It occurred to me then to wonder, what did I taste like to him? My own tongue was still coated in that earthy buttered popcorn flavor of his, and I blew a sigh out and licked at my salty lips. I'd been ready to pop before, when I'd started taking him into my own muzzle, but now I felt like I was kind of on standby. Not that it didn't feel wonderful, mind you, but I think I was just so surprised to find myself there, watching him slowly bobbing his head between my legs and letting my hard, spit-slicked penis slide in and out of his muzzle.

``Before too long he started going faster, my pulse started to go hot in my veins, and I knew it was going to happen... there was no way I could hold it back, and no earthly reason why I'd want to, either. `Ah, Boo, I'm, ah...' I managed to blurt out as my fingertips curled up against the back of his head, the sparklers behind my eyes dancing. Without realizing it, I'd started thrusting in time with his suckling, and now my hips were trembling just the way his had been. I felt the end of my tail curling up away from the wet concrete, and just as I was going over the brink, I wondered if he was going to pull back, maybe finish me with his paw while I squirted onto his face or something... but instead he grunted thickly and pulled me in as deeply as he'd done when he'd started, his thin black lips pressed into the fleshy ring of my vent. I could feel my cock jerk and pulse in his wet muzzle. My belly tightened up, causing me to hunch over him. I heard myself gasp and let out a high-pitched grunt as I orgasmed, my whole body shivering as though I'd just come out of an ice hole in a frozen mountain lake.

``To my astonishment, I realized that he wasn't pulling away, he wasn't coughing or choking or drooling the way I had... he was swallowing, the spunk rushing out of me and going directly down his throat as he timed it so that his tongue was taking the fluid down in between each jet. His tongue caressed and licked along the underside of my pulsing shaft, feeling like hot, wet velvet... oh, it felt so incredibly good. The climax felt different, too, than the day before, when he'd taken me from behind... this time, it was intense, but... I dunno, gentler, somehow.

``When at last I was done, and the fireworks in my head had finished sizzling and popping, he let me slide back out of his muzzle. Still dribbling, I popped free with a wet little smacking sound, and for a moment he just held still, his warm breath sifting over the still-tingling tip of my penis. He was looking up at me with an affectionate smile on his face, and all I could do was beam back down at him, my belly rising and falling as I panted. Finally he stood up, and we kissed some more, our paws sliding up and down each others backs.

``'Sweet little beaver,' he murmured into my ear as he nuzzled it, and at first I though he was talking about how I tasted. Then I got what he meant, and I hugged my face into his still-damp chest.

``We finished showering without saying much more... it kind of felt like we didn't need to, you know? Fortunately, all of the jizz on my fur had already gone all melty and watery, and it washed off easy enough. Still, I scrubbed that little bar of blue soap extra hard into my fur, just in case... if nothing else, I was worried that somehow, everyone would be able to scent him on me. I could just imagine it: `Hey, everybody, Eager Beaver smells like hot `coon-spunk!'

``Once I was satisfied that I'd gotten properly clean, I stood beside Boo and watched while he soaped himself up and scrubbed his own fur down... oh, he was so beautiful, and just the thought of what we'd done together was making my belly feel like it was full of warm embers...''

``It sounds like you were in love,'' Tristan murmured.

Milo stroked at the side of Tristan's neck and smacked his lips. ``I suppose you could say I was, in a certain way.''

``I've never been in love,'' said Tristan. ``It must feel great.''

Milo was silent for a short while, his claw-tips stroking gently against the side of Tristan's furry throat. ``It does feel great,'' he said at last, ``but it kind of hurts, too. I found that out.''

Tristan blinked and raised his head up to look into Milo's face. ``Did Boo hurt you?''

Milo shook his head sadly. ``No. I mean, not like that. Not in any way that could have been helped.'' He glanced away, toward the drawn creamy white curtains that covered the bedroom window, the corners of his eyes shimmering, and he blinked several times. ``We were only ever going to have a few days together, and I knew it.''

Gently, and only because he couldn't really think of what else to do, Tristan reached his right paw up and stroked the backs of his fingers against Milo's cheek. Milo blinked once more and looked back at him, his warm smile returning.

To be continued...


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