His Very First Time
Fontenot LeBlanc

He fed the last bit in. 

“Dude, there it goes!  It’s in!”

“Great!”

“Ohhh maaan... this feels amazing!  How you holding up on your end?”

“Gffff... FANTASTIC!” Martin croaked.  “Like having a tea party!”

Wesley sighed contentedly, eyelids fluttering.  He held on to Martin’s tail, hugging it to his furry little chest.  This was the most fun he had ever had.  Beneath him, however, Martin was causing quite a commotion.

“Oh, c’mon,” Wesley chided, cracking an eyelid.  “I ain’t even done nothing yet.”

Martin’s claws tangled and pitted holes in the bedsheet.  He gathered up a wad of it and put it in his mouth, biting down on it, seething.  “This feels like hellfire!”

Wesley rolled his eyes, rubbing the boy’s haunches in an effort to calm him down.  “Just relax.”

Martin’s eyes shot open wide.  He glanced back over his shoulder vengefully.  “Do you have... ggn... any... ggn... idea how counter-intuitive relaxing is right now??”

“Mate, it’s just like going to the bathroom.”

“THE FUCK IT IS!!!”

“Ain’t it feelin’ even a little good?”

Martin closed his eyes, wincing as he took ten deep breaths.  “It... I mean, kinda.  But...”

“You’re doing good,” Wesley encouraged.  “Use your words.”

“It kinda feels good... underneath all the pain.  But it’s... not really pain... more like a pressure.  It feels like I gotta go.  Oh god...”

“But it does feel good,” asked Wesley, genuinely curious.  “Right?”

Martin’s nose was running.  His tail swished against Wesley’s shoulder.  “Y-yeah...”

Wesley giggled childishly.  “Can you feel it?  Like, the whole thing?”

“YES I CAN FEEL THE WHOLE THING!!”  Martin roared.   

“Okay okay,” Wesley said quickly.  He pressed his fingertips into Martin’s lower back, feeling for his breath, his tension.  Martin’s breathing was strained but even, coming in thick, raspy gulps.  His shoulders were tight.  The rest of him was tight, Wesley thought with a chuckle.

“WHAT’S FUNNY?!”

Wesley smiled, collapsing across his friend’s back.  Martin’s eyes opened wide as he felt the scrawny arms snaking their way around his belly, rolling him onto his side.  Wesley’s snout brushed against the base of his ear, sending heated puffs of breath against his cheek.

“W-what... what are you...”

“Relax,” Wesley purred into his ear.  He began to pet little circles onto Martin’s stomach.  He kissed Martin on the cheek.  

It was an infinitesimally small kiss - could easily have been mistaken for an accidental brushing of the lips.  But when he felt Martin’s cheek flare up with warmth where his lips had brushed, Wesley knew that it hadn’t been mistaken at all.  He did it again.  And again.

“This is... strange.”  Martin sighed, staring off into the middle distance.  “Wesley, isn’t this a bit strange?”

Wesley nodded against the nape of Martin’s neck, shortly before kissing there too.  He felt Martin shudder.  Their tails tangled.  Martin cupped his paw over Wesley’s, pressing it down against his belly.  Wesley sighed contentedly, rocking the two of them together as he held on to Martin from behind, nuzzling and kissing him all the while.  He felt Martin’s shoulders un-hunch.  His breathing became light and fluttery.  Wesley could feel his friend’s pulse through his round belly.  Martin groaned.  

“Wes?” came Martin’s voice timidly.

“Yep?”

“I’m done.”

“Mmn, that’s nice,” purred Wesley, snuggling against him.  “Wait.  What?”

Martin squeaked.

Wesley’s eyes shot open.  “Are you serious??”  

Without waiting for an answer, Wesley lowered his paw.

“YOU FINISHED?!”

“Don’t you raise your voice at me!” Martin squealed, elbowing his friend in the ribs.  

“WE DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!”  replied Wesley, elbowing his friend between his shoulder blades.

“It was my first time!”

Wesley sighed loudly.  “Well, okay... whatever.  Can I finish up now?”

“No.”

“No?!?!?!”

“There’s no way,” stated Martin matter-of-factly.  “It’s too sensitive.  Before, it was fine.  Now it’s just uncomfortable.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

But, much to Wesley’s chagrin, Martin was not kidding.  After several seconds of begging and pleading, Wesley was forced to withdraw himself.  Grumbling, the pair washed up and readied for dinner.  Neither friend would look at the other during the entire meal, and Wesley spent the entire evening muttering under his breath; though as to what, no one at the table except Martin had any guess.