Kevin had seen this movie before. Maybe several times, in fact. And Sam had, too. But it was one of those movies that they’d enjoy rewatching—it was that good. And now, they were watching it together.
Foregoing more conventional seating on the couch, the two boys, a ferret and an otter, lie on their backs, side-by-side, on the bare carpet. They’d taken their positions, with some minor adjustment, as closely to the screen as comfortably possible, with their heads partially propped up by pillows. The carpet was soft, and the pillows plush, but none of it rivaled the comfort the two boys took in each others’ company.
And then Kevin’s parents were out the door. Just like that, his window of opportunity, standing before him. It wasn’t often he was left alone, even rarer when Sam was coincidentally over, and now here was his chance, the moment he’d been looking forward to.
His advances were gradual at first. He shimmied up just a bit closer to Sam—there wasn’t much space left between them, anyway. Kevin smiled all along, and so did Sam, for the most part, but while Kevin’s kept that same nonchalant quality to his, Sam’s soon took on a more bashful tone, shrinking down as the rest of himself did. 
It was nothing they hadn’t done before... not yet, anyway. Right now, Kevin was just casually nuzzling up to Sam, offering his warmth, and subtly rubbing a paw along a small section of Sam’s leg.
Soon though, the movements grew more deliberate. Now Kevin’s pawpads brushed  larger swaths of Sam’s body. He traced a line up Sam’s leg, over his hip, and along his waist, then up and down the otter’s arm, feeling the furred skin shiver underneath.
Every inch of Sam’s body felt wonderful to Kevin, with its short, soft fur like sheets of velvet laid over delicate skin, a body that couldn’t with all its might hold still under the ferret’s affectionate assault. Really it was what lie underneath—in Sam’s heart—that was most important, but he could still appreciate the adorable wriggling exterior. Through and through, this otter was his.
Sam, as well, couldn’t think of any time he felt better than with Kevin, with his playful touch and generous warmth and the gentle things he’d say that’d make his little otter ears twitch. Sam’d giggle sometimes, bashfully so more often than not, and other times the sly ferret would reduce him to a flustered, vulnerable mess. 
But even when he’d feel vulnerable—he’d still feel safe with Kevin. His parents protected him, and his friends made him comfortable, but with Kevin he felt secure, belonging. It was all-new, unlike any other, and it was something of a mystery at first, but by now, he had a pretty good idea of what it was.
“Kevin?” the little otter asked.
“Yes, Sam?” Kevin responded, still idly stroking his more-than-friend.
“It’s kinda hard watching this movie now...”
The ferret laughed softly in response, and wrapped his arms around the otter, squeezing him close.
“We can pause it then. Cause... I don’t think it’s gonna get any easier. If you still want to do this,” Kevin said, still a little giggly himself.
Sam nodded, pecked Kevin on the cheek, then reached down to give the ferret’s wrist a little squeeze in return. 
Kevin reached for the remote, and with a click of the button, the TV was off.
Now it was just two cubs in a living room, alone with the peaceful quiet and gentle apricot illumination of a late summer afternoon.
Kevin kept his steady pace even still, but now he ventured toward new territory. Kevin laid his hand over Sam’s crotch, and the otter jumped; even though it wasn’t the first time the ferret had ever brushed over that spot, Sam didn’t know when he’d ever get used to it. But maybe after today, such simple touches will seem so minor in comparison that he won’t react so strongly to them. Whichever way, he’d soon surely find out. 
Sam shivered. There were Kevin’s pawpads, gliding along the boundary set by Sam’s waistband. He knew what was coming, and that anticipation only served to prime him, with electrical sensations dancing through his fur that foretold a greater jolt.
“Ah!” Sam squeaked, tensing immediately when Kevin made the dive. In one fell swoop, the ferret’s paw found its way under Sam’s pants and undies, and straight down to Sam’s parts.
“Geeze, Sam I barely even touched you!” Kevin giggled, nipping at Sam’s ear. Sam squirmed in response, only his hips unmoving, pinned down in place by the ferret’s grasp.
“Mmh~” Kevin gave it a light squeeze, which elicited another wriggling squeak from the little otter, then quickly took to exploring. Every touch and move betrayed a new detail to Kevin. Sure he could just look right now, but he found it funner building the picture in his mind himself for now, especially while making his otter squirm in the process. 
Offering Sam brief respite, Kevin retracted his paw, lifting it up from out of Sam’s pants and moving onto a new target. Partially lifting up Sam’s shirt, Kevin reached for the otter’s chest and started feeling him there next, rubbing, stroking, and occasionally squeezing; and once more the otter squirmed for Kevin.
Then, having gotten his fill for now, Kevin returned his arms to their circle around Sam, squeezing the boy close once more.
“I love you, Sam,” Kevin said with a kiss, the otter’s cheeks emblazoned.
“You too, Kevin. I-...it’s kinda scary. Or is it just me..?”
Kevin giggled at this. “It’s me, too. Just that, I guess ferrets don’t vibrate like otters do. Or maybe that one’s just you~”
Sam grunted at this. That tease. But he moved his head over and let it rest on Kevin’s chest, and heard the racing heartbeat underneath. 
“We should probably hurry up before your parents get back,” Sam said softly, even as he got quite comfortable curled up at Kevin’s side.
“I like just snuggling,” Kevin said, “but, I also wanna see what you’re hiding!”
“H-hiding?” Sam twitched.
“Yeah! In your undies~” Kevin giggled.
Sam sunk back down into his blushing little puddle. “Yeah... I uh... wanna see your thing, too...”
“Alright. Let’s do it then. But maybe we should get to my bed first.”
“Okay,” Sam nodded.
And they went to the ferret’s bedroom.
...
“Are we gonna be able to hear your parents from here?” Sam asked as he followed Kevin into the bedroom.
“Don’t worry about it! We got plenty of time, and yeah, I’m sure we’ll know when they get back home.”
Sam’s eyes wander to the nearby window, and he makes a not quite confident sound of confirmation.
“So, now what?” he asks, his eyes returning to Kevin.
“Well you can start with your pants,” he answers facetiously, “you can sit on the bed first, if it’s comfier that way.”
“Mmh.. alright then.” With that, Sam takes his seat at the edge of Kevin’s bed, hesitating for a moment.
“Sam?” Kevin prods, his smile fading momentarily. “It’s okay if you’re feeling shy or something. There’s always next time.”
As if suddenly woken, Sam’s eyes light back up and return to Kevin.
“N-no! It’s fine! Sorry... I’m being dumb,” he says, his gaze drooping once more.
Kevin walks over and rests a comforting hand on the otter’s shoulder. “No you’re not silly. You’re really smart. That’s why I like you, like more than anyone else I mean. That and you’re cute.” He flashes that confident smile once more, which only makes Sam tense up and blush again.
“Alright,” Sam says as he begins to calm down, and he puts on a small smile for the comforting ferret. “Can you, sit next to me first?”
“Of course,” Kevin giggles back as he joins Sam on the bed, adding teasingly, “want a hug, too?”
Sam snorts bashfully, looking straight down at his still yet undone pants. “I think it’d get in the way, don’t you?” he murmurs.
“I can find a way~” Kevin hugs Sam tight, then lowers his hands. “Maybe I can even... help you?”
“Oh please,” Sam protests with burning cheeks. “I’m not a baby... I can put my clothes on by myself, and take them off.”
“Hehe, I know~” Kevin says, giving Sam a playful poke on the cheek.
“Alright, here goes...” Carefully Sam undoes his pants and slides them down to his knees, then his feet. From there, Sam kicked them the rest of the way off, when he noticed Kevin was looking up, not at him. He followed the ferret’s gaze to the closet, a sliding door which just so happened to also double as a mirror.
Sam blushed heavily at this sight of himself so exposed. He sat there in Kevin’s arms, with a whole lot of bare legs—his choice of undies, a pair of white snug briefs, assured that—and really only his cotton white calf-high socks covering anything. But that’s not where Kevin was looking.
Kevin’s eyes, and soon after, Sam’s, were focused on the front of the otter’s briefs, which at that moment had a rather visible, sharp little point. The red in Sam’s cheeks deepened, even more when Kevin nibbled on those ears.
“Guess you really are excited~”
“Ngh... I just, no one’s ever seen me like this—not since I was little. You?”
“Mmh... no, but I’m just not shy. So again the question is: otter thing, or Sam thing?” Kevin teased.
“Grrr...” Sam protested, “Well, come on. You practically already know what I look like underneath, from earlier... You should take some clothes off, too, before I take off any more.”
“Fair enough,” Kevin conceded all too easily, and before Sam knew it, a totally naked ferret sat beside him.
Sam whined at how quickly Kevin undressed. “You’re... nghhhh, definitely bigger than me...”
“So? You’re not gonna back out now cause of that, are you? Here. I’ll make it easy for you.” And with a quick swipe, Kevin dropped the waistband of Sam’s briefs just past the otter’s half-erect little prick, followed by a surprised squeak.
“It’s definitely smaller!” Sam whimpered in embarrassment. And true enough, where Kevin’s stood nearly four inches fully erect, Sam’s stiff little rod measured barely two, and their sacks compared similarly.
“And? I think it fits you perfectly!”
“What’s that supposed to mean...”
“It’s cute. Just like the rest of you~”
Sam only tensed and blushed even more, but it was a little different. His parts were another insecurity, but here Kevin admired them. 
Eventually Sam calmed down a bit, and said with a giggle, “Did you really just call my thingy, cute? That’s kinda weird...”
“It’s already weird I like you instead of some girl. You think that makes any difference? And it totally is cute. Especially when I can do this with it!” Kevin gave that now fully bared and exposed organ a healthy squeeze and watched—and felt—the little otter jump in his arms.
But he kept the hand there, now squeezing and feeling up Sam’s bits, weaving them through his fingers like earlier and listening to the cute little moans those motions brought. 
“Hey...” Sam half-moaned in protest.
“You really are way too sensitive for your own good,” Kevin giggled.
“Hold on...” Sam continued, “I still haven’t gotten to touch yours at all yet...”
“Do you want to? Go ahead!”
Sam didn’t look liked he’d get very far, though, that aggressive exploration combined with Sam’s exceptional sensitivity kept Sam clinging rather tightly to the offending ferret arm.
Kevin kept this up just a little while longer before giving Sam his turn, since that meant giving Sam’s bits a break, and frankly he just hadn’t quite had his fill yet. 
Even after Kevin’s paw left, Sam’s prick twitched and shuddered, and his breath came out in a rough, near-panting cadence until eventually he calmed back down.
“You okay, Sam?” Kevin asked in a mostly playful manner.
“I-I think I was getting close.”
“Oh, hehe. Did you want me to continue? Or maybe I shouldn’t. Cause then it might be too uncomfortable to do other stuff~”
Sam briefly thought about what that may entail. He vigorously shook his head to clear himself of those thoughts before the blood in his cheeks would reach critical levels, then returned to the matter at hand. “I wanna touch yours first...”
Kevin giggled at that. “Okay then Sammy~” he said before lying back casually, crossing his arms behind his head as he put his body on full display. His fur was darker than Sam’s, longer too, and just as soft. His form was a bit more developed than the soft and delicate figure that was Sam’s, though it was still clear the ferret had room to grow. But there was only one area Sam really focused on.
It was small really, still underdeveloped and all, but to Sam the erect organ looked monolithic—it was twice the size of his, after all. The otter reached out rather hesitantly at first. The shy cub had been intimidated by the ferret’s greater age and development before, and now something new intimidated him, though perhaps not so badly as the first time they’d met.
But this was a bit of a different kind of nerves. Kevin was bigger, and also, at the core of it, Sam was touching another boy. And a boy, Sam thought, he liked more than just friends, and different from family. And Kevin felt the same.
Sam’s paw soon found the older cub’s organ and wrapped delicately around it. It throbbed with Kevin’s heartbeat and seemed to fill out his entire paw. Hesitantly again, Sam began to move. Velvet foreskin rolled over Kevin’s glans, bundling up at the top, then it rolled back down, peeling back to reveal the silky moist skin underneath.
“Ah, Sam~” Kevin moaned. “Way better than doing it alone...”
Feeling a bit more confident now, Sam began to pick up the pace. His paw glided up and down Kevin’s length at a regular rhythm, soon finding itself slick with some of the ferret’s pre. Kevin was getting close, though he didn’t say anything. Then, guided by some newfound curiosity and boldness, Sam took the next step before he could even think.
His paw stopped, and his lips wrapped around Kevin’s head. He wanted to taste that slippery fluid, more than he knew. He wanted to taste Kevin. And he got that taste, along with a powerful throbbing and radiant warmth against the insides of his muzzle. Before Sam knew it, his lips were sliding down Kevin’s length, all the way down to its base, where a light musk, clean yet absolutely intoxicating, awaited him. The sudden and new sensations paralyzed Kevin at first, and by the time he realized what happened, Sam was already bobbing away, quickly sending Kevin overboard.
“Ah! Sam!” Kevin squealed out, absolutely trembling as he shot off inside Sam. His cock throbbed vigorously, each pulsation squirting a little more of his hot seed.
The first shot came cleanly into Sam’s muzzle, but the new sensation took him by surprise, and Sam’s first reaction was to pull off. His second reaction was to close his eyes, squeeze them shut actually, as the remaining shots fired of all over his face, decorating the fur with strings of white. And he didn’t open his eyes until he was sure that was the last of it.
“Whoops...” Sam said, looking up bashfully.
Kevin was still basking in the afterglow when he looked back down through half-lidded eyes. It took him a second, still enjoying his first climax with someone else, but then he couldn’t help but giggle. “You should see yourself, the way you look right now with my stuff all over you.”
Sam blushed, only a little now. “Yeah,” he giggled, “It kinda got all over me. I got some of it in my mouth though.” He licked his lips, catching some stray ferret seed with his tongue.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Kevin giggled. “But I think I should still make you feel good next. And I wanna know what it feels like, too!”
“It’s not gonna be the same. Mine’s so much smaller...”
“I bet it’ll feel amazing in my mouth all the same. Maybe even better. I’ll get to do all sorts of things with my tongue, I bet. Actually, why don’t we find out?”
Kevin suddenly popped up and pounced Sam, playfully knocking him over, essentially reversing positions. He sat on hands and knees, his tail high in the air with a devious look on his face. His face hovered menacingly above the otter’s dainty prick, tongue running over his lips in a theatrical manner.
“Noooo!” Sam squealed in between giggles, before Kevin dove right down. 
Kevin was right, the little organ sitting in Kevin’s mouth was just the right size for him to batter and absolutely bully with his tongue. He ran his tongue in circles over the rod, dug in under the otter’s foreskin, and just overall the ferret took a much more elaborate approach than the otter did, and it sent the otter’s body squirming all over the place. 
Sam was a wriggling noise-maker, making squeaks and squeals and moans as Kevin hit all the right places with his lips and tongue. Kevin would suckle on just the head sometimes, others he’d pull off entirely and give only his tongue, lapping up Sam’s humble length. He’d smother the organ in his cheek, nuzzling it playfully as he stared up at Sam with his penetrating, teasing gaze. 
He’d switching between bobbing up and down Sam’s length and suckling on Sam’s orbs, and the diminutive size of Sam’s bits permitted Kevin to take Sam’s whole sack in at once, and if he really tried, Sam’s sack and Sam’s cock. This of course absolutely drove Sam wild. It was a flood of sensation, and also totally embarrassing, that he was really that small. Where he struggled just to take Kevin’s full length, Kevin could take his whole package. But it felt way too good, and Kevin was doing so very much to please him, to focus on such a thing.
Kevin returned to focusing on just Sam’s little prick, bobbing up and down vigorously, while he snaked a hand up Sam’s shirt, stopping at his chest and caressing there. And that was it for Sam.
“Kevin!” Sam squealed out in ecstasy. His cock quivered, and his body trembled; and Kevin continued to suckle lightly, even though only the barest of droplets emerged, if even that. With the way Sam writhed underneath him, Kevin didn’t need a surge of cum to know he’d brought Sam to climax.
The otter would probably fret about it later, but Kevin loved every bit of Sam, just the way he was. Sam’d get there eventually, and he was cute all the same. But all that was for later. For now they’d simply lie there together in each other’s embrace, sharing their warmth and affection.