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for the feedback people there gave on parts of this story and for being an excellent resource in general.", "writing": "[b]A Good Bucking[/b]\nBy WaffleSquadron\n\n“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you today?”\n\nJames sounded genuinely concerned, but that only pissed me off more.\n\n“I’m [i]fine.[/i]” \n\nSchool had been a real pain in the ass, and the last thing I wanted was to relitigate the entire day on the walk home.\n\n“You don’t seem fine, Charley. You almost got in a fistfight at lunch.”\n\n“[i]Almost.[/i] I didn’t actually do anything. I should have, though; Brandon was being such a pain in the ass.”\n\nJames shook his head, and said, “Yeah but he’s [i]always[/i] a pain in the ass; you never wanted to fight him before. It’s like you’re angry all the time now.”\n\n[b]“I’m not angry!”[/b] I bellowed back. An uncomfortable silence lingered until, much quieter, I added, “…ok, maybe I am. [i]A little.[/i] But so what?”\n\nJames frowned at me, his black furred face doing little to hide his emotions. He was a labrador, and subtlety was not one of his strong suits. But he also seemed to get along with everyone, all the time. So, I didn’t especially trust his judgement when it came to seeing the bad in people.\n\n“That’s not like you! Well, it didn’t use to be; it seems like every time your antlers are full-grown you turn into a different person. Are you in a rut or something?”\n\nI was particularly proud of my antlers. They were proof positive I was a buck and I liked showing them off. They only had four points, but for a newly teenaged whitetail deer, that was pretty good. \n\n“I am [i]not[/i] in a rut. That only happens to animals, not morphs,” I said. “...[i]but[/i] I guess I am a little on edge.”\n\nJames laughed and said, “I bet you just need to get laid.”\n\n“Man, shut up…” I grumbled.\n\n“What? I’m serious!”\n\n“Yeah, well, it’s not like that's gonna happen any time soon.”\n\n“So you're telling me you've [i]never[/i] had sex?” James asked.\n\n“Really!? You're doing this [i]again?[/i]” I shot back.\n\n“It's a simple question, Charley.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes and said, “No, I've never had sex. I’m fourteen, I don't think that's weird. You're still a virgin, right?”\n\nHis face soured, smile narrowing down into a pout. He folded his arms across his chest before answering.\n\n“Yeah, but I don't exactly have your advantage either.”\n\nNow I really was angry. I had a pretty good idea what that meant, but I needed to hear him say it before unleashing my full fury.\n\n“[i]Oh do tell.[/i] What fabulous power do I wield over mere mortals like you?”\n\nJames looked me right in the eyes and said, “You got a pussy, dude.” \n\nLike he needed to remind me what I had between my legs. Like I'd somehow forgotten that I lacked what every other boy simply took for granted.\n\n[b][i]“Fuck. You.”[/i][/b]\n\nI said it with all the venom I could muster, hoping to truly get the full meaning of those two words through his thick skull.\n\n“No, I'm serious. I bet you could find plenty of guys who wouldn't mind fucking a pussy, even if it's on a dude.”\n\n“You're such a fucking moron, James. I don't even know where to start.”\n\n“What? It's a good plan,” he said, looking genuinely puzzled by my strident opposition.\n\n“Well first of all: [i]I'm straight.[/i] Pretty sure I told you that. If you think that's such a great plan why don't you go find some horny freshman boy to stick it in you.”\n\nHis face twisted up in horror at the suggestion and he said, “[i]What? No![/i] That's not the same thing at all!”\n\n“[i]It really is. [/i]It's two boys having sex, same as if I did it.”\n\n“Yeah but you have the right parts for the job. A pussy is made for getting fucked, my butt isn't,” said James.\n\n“That is some gender essentialist bullshit! My pussy wasn't [i]made [/i]for anything. I can use it however I want.”\n\nThat earned me that most confused stare I'd ever seen from a canine. His head tilted to the side, floppy ears raised, eyes narrowing down to mere slits, while his mouth gaped open.\n\n“Gender [i]what?[/i] Dude, I have [i]no idea [/i]what you're talking about. All I'm saying is that you keep saving yourself for some girlfriend, who has yet to appear, while you could be getting laid whenever you wanted.”\n\nThat struck another nerve, but this one was a lot less righteous indignation and a lot more teenage insecurity.\n\n“I'm… working on it. It's harder for me to find a girl who is… [i]compatible,[/i] I guess.”\n\nThat was putting it politely. I hadn't quite worked out the best way to find a girl who was into both boys and pussy.\n\n“Yeah, and you couldn't even have sex with her anyway,” James said, like it was some obvious truth.\n\n“I can absolutely have sex with a girl! You have no idea what you're talking about.”\n\n“What? How?”\n\n“You do know lesbians exist, right? I don't need a cock to have sex with a girl.”\n\n“I guess. It kinda seems like that doesn't really count as [i]sex,[/i] ya know?”\n\n“It absolutely counts,” I said, offering no further details.\n\nWe parted ways soon after that. His building was just down the road, while my apartment was still a few blocks away. I stewed the rest of the way home; not the best way to end a school day, but it wasn't really my choice either. James was pretty thick-headed when it came to my particular situation, but I knew he meant well. He was the only person, besides my parents, that even knew I was intersex. That didn't make me any less mad at him, but I wasn't about to end our friendship over it either.\n\n*****\n\nI came home to an empty apartment. That was nothing out of the ordinary; both my parents worked, so I'd been a latchkey cub for years. It was lonely at first, but by the time I was twelve years old, I began to appreciate the privacy. For the moment, however, I tried to focus on something a little more mundane, like homework. At least, that was my intention. \n\nFactoring quadratic equations is boring at the best of times, and I could feel the frustration growing with every stroke of my pencil. It wasn’t even hard, math was usually one of my better subjects, but I couldn’t focus. I jumped up from the desk, pacing around the room in a vain attempt to burn off some nervous energy. I stretched, did push-ups, and took a few minutes to check out my antlers in the mirror. None of it helped. Though, I did notice the very beginnings of a new point; I might be a five-point buck next year. \n\nIt felt like I was going crazy. I flopped onto my bed with a sigh. It really was no mystery what was wrong; I was horny as hell. James had been a tiny bit correct earlier; I wasn’t in a rut, but autumn did seem to kick my already powerful libido up a notch. I had the sex drive of a buck and the equipment of a doe; that mismatch only served to send a whole load of conflicting desires my way. I felt the gentle swelling of my pussy lips, and a squishy warmth inside. I was already wet, and as much as I wanted to ignore those feelings, my body demanded attention. \n\nWith a sigh of resignation, I started to strip. I hated being different than other boys, and this somehow felt like admitting defeat. A few hours of privacy remained, so I got totally naked. I let a hand wander towards my groin, unable to hold back a moan as my fingers made contact with my sex. Deer don't have very complex female genitalia, at least compared to some other species. The white fur around my pussy was sparse, and the thin pink lips were easy to see. I rubbed around the top, where they came to a point, stimulating my clit and giving in to the waves of pleasure that radiated outward. \n\nI kept going like that for a while, kneading my clit, feeling the tingling bliss build into something greater. A different desire started to intrude, though, something I desperately tried to suppress. To my great shame, I felt a growing need to be filled. I hated it, but there was no denying I wanted it. The pleasurable sensations I was rubbing out plateaued, and I became trapped mere inches from release. I stroked harder, I twisted my body, I rolled onto my front and stuck my ass up in the air, all in an attempt to get over that hump. But to no avail.\n\n“Fuck!” I yelled into the empty apartment.\n\nI sighed loudly and gave into temptation yet again. Hopping off the bed, I walked over to my dresser and started rooting around in the underwear drawer. Near the back, under a pile of boxer briefs, was a small unmarked bag. I pulled it out and opened it, staring at the silicon dildo inside. It was supposed to be molded from a real deer cock, with a long red shaft that tapered down to a small, bulbous tip. That’s why I bought it in the first place, justifying it to myself by claiming I only wanted to see what a regular buck had between their legs. But it didn't take long before I found out what a regular buck felt like between my legs.\n\nSo there I was again, laying on my back, legs wide open, rubbing the tip of that dildo against the lips of my pussy. I felt myself twitching involuntarily, like I was trying to pull it right up in there on instinct alone. I dragged it through the moisture around my entrance, lubricating the top of the toy before committing to anything more. It was easy enough to think of reasons not to go any further. But they all paled in comparison to the fact that deep down, I really wanted it.\n\nWith steady pressure on the toy's flat base, I slowly sank those seven inches of fake deer cock inside my pussy. It was glorious, as good as I remembered and more. Feeling my body stretch around that firm shaft was so satisfying, like I found the missing piece of a puzzle. My eyes squeezed shut, and I let out a little squeal of joy as it bottomed out inside me. I could feel my pussy clenching around the invading toy, and it pushed me that last inch over the line.\n\nClimax was coming. The pleasure built up quickly now that I was getting fucked. There was no time to waste; I pulled the dildo out a few inches before slamming it back inside, all the while rubbing my clit in frantic little circles. My jaw clenched as the tingling in the pit of my stomach blossomed into a burning ball of ecstasy. My hips lifted off the bed, my entire body pulled taut, like the string of a musical instrument. Then the tension gave way, and I was flung headlong into a screaming climax.\n\n“F-fuck! Oh! Uggggh…”\n\nGrunts and groans squeezed their way out of my throat; my entire body arched into the air, eyes snapping shut as the feelings overwhelmed my senses. I clamped down around the dildo, straining harder since I had something to squeeze against, fingers cramped and frozen against my clit. A dozen spasms later, I crashed back down onto the bed, all the energy in my limbs evaporating as the climax waned. I only had enough control to turn onto my side and curl into a ball, coming down slowly and riding out the last few waves of orgasm in relative calm.\n\nI laid there for what seemed like hours, panting like a dog, twitching with the occasional aftershock. My emotions were a whirlwind, shame and satisfaction both wrestling for dominance. I hated indulging those desires, but I loved doing it so much. Rolling into a sitting position, I started putting things back to normal. My pussy still tingled as I pulled the dildo out. It left a weird sort of emptiness, which only served to make me feel even guiltier about giving into temptation. That stupid toy was absolutely soaked with my arousal, and it needed to be cleaned before I put it away. There was a decent-sized wet spot on my sheets as well. I cursed silently, adding laundry to my mental list of chores.\n\nOne shower and a trip to the laundry room later, I was sitting at my desk in a pair of boxer shorts. Math homework taunted me still, but once again my mind was somewhere else. This time it wasn’t sex or guilt about wanting sex. It was James. I’d screamed at my best friend for merely suggesting I was horny. But after fucking my self into an incoherent mess, I couldn’t honestly disagree with him.\n\nI grabbed my phone, an old-style flip-phone but it was all I needed, and checked for messages. Nothing. That wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it meant I needed to buck-up and make the first move. I tapped out a quick text with practiced ease.\n\n>Hey sorry about earlier\n\nThere was no response for a few minutes, and I waited nervously, hooves bouncing against the carpeted floor. A loud buzz nearly made me jump, and I immediately checked the message.\n\n>>nah dude dont worry about it\n\nI let out a sigh of relief and replied.\n\n>I was an asshole and you were right anyway\n\n>>lol i knew you were just horny\n>>what you jerk off and feel that post nut guilt\n\n>Your such a perv\n>Maybe\n\n>>lmao called it\n\nWe chatted back and forth, shit-talking and joking around like usual. I felt way better afterward. The rest of the afternoon passed easily; I even managed to finish my algebra homework. Mom came home around seven, and Dad a little after that, so I threw on some actual clothes, and we had dinner together as a family.\n\n*****\n\nSchool the next day passed slowly, as usual, and I did my best to keep from picking a fight with anyone, even Brandon. That proved to be a formidable challenge, however. By lunchtime, I was clenching my jaw whenever someone looked at me funny. And afternoon classes dragged on forever. During last period, just the sound of a pencil tapping on a nearby desk felt like a jackhammer against my skull.\n\nAs soon as the final bell rang, I jumped out of my seat, racing into the hall and yanking my jacket and a couple textbooks out of my locker before bolting out the nearest door. Being outside seemed to help, the cool fall air eased some of my tension. I waited for James, taking a few laps around the front of the school. Five minutes later, I saw a familiar black labrador among a sea of students and jogged over.\n\n“Hey Charley, what's up? You doing okay?” he asked.\n\nI heard the wariness in his voice and felt another pang of guilt about yesterday.\n\n“I'm… not great. That place feels like a prison; I thought I was going to explode”\n\n“That place is a prison, so you're not wrong,” James said, his tail wagging again.\n\n“Do you mind if we get outta here now? I think walking it off might help.”\n\nHe nodded and we headed home, but an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. It was easy to apologize through text, but face-to-face was a lot harder. \n\nA few blocks passed before I finally gathered enough courage to say, “Hey, umm, sorry again about yelling at you and stuff the other day.”\n\nJames waved a paw in front of his face. “Dude, I already told you; it's no big deal.”\n\n“No, really. It’s like… I dunno. I feel like I’m going crazy sometimes, but I still shouldn't take it out on you.”\n\nThen James said, “Well… you weren’t wrong. Not really. I thought a lot about your… situation, and I realized I don’t understand.”\n\n“Wait, what?” I asked.\n\nI saw his ears fold backward, and he stammered out, “Y-yeah, exactly. I have no idea what it’s like for you or what you’re dealing with. So, maybe all that stuff I said was really mean or stupid or something, and I didn’t even know it.”\n\n“Oh.”\n\nI never took James as the contemplative type; that argument must have really gotten to him.\n\n“It's cool. I can't expect you to know everything. I barely understand it sometimes,” I replied.\n\nI saw his tail wagging, and he said, “Thanks. Hey, do you know how to do that chemistry homework? I am totally lost in that class.”\n\n“Chemistry? Wait, I thought…” I stopped dead, rooting around in my backpack, a sense of dread creeping up as I searched. “[i]Fuck![/i] I forgot all about that. I gotta go back to school and grab my textbook.”\n\n“Wow, you really are out of it. I've never seen you forget about homework,” James said. “Listen, I have my textbook; come over to my place and we can do it together.”\n\n“Right, cool, that works. Thanks,” I said, panic melting away. \n\nWe walked the rest of the way to his building, chatting happily; it felt good to fall back into a familiar routine. Climbing the five flights of stairs to his apartment felt less good, but eventually he threw open the front door and we piled inside. \n\n“Mom, I'm home!” he called out, adding, “And Charley's here too!”\n\nI took off my coat, tossing it onto the back of their couch, and James kicked off his shoes by the door. We waited a moment for his Mom, but there was no response.\n\nJames wandered into the kitchen and I followed a few steps behind. He looked at a little magnetic whiteboard on the fridge and read aloud, “Going shopping after work, be home late -Mom”. Turning towards me he added, “Looks like we've got the place to ourselves. Want something to drink?”\n\nI nodded and he tossed me a soda. We made our way to his room, dumping our backpacks on the floor. The bedroom screamed teenage boy. Posters of fast cars and hot girls lined the walls, a few piles of dirty clothes dotted the floor, and a set of unused weights lay by the closet. A slight mustiness of wet dog hung in the air, along with a tang of what I assumed was dried cum. James flopped onto his bed, twin mattress squeaking under the weight. I collapsed onto a nearby chair, sipping my cola and making a mental list of work for the night. \n\n“You wanna get started on that chemistry?” I asked. \n\n“What, are you in a hurry to get somewhere?” James asked. \n\nHe picked up a basketball off the floor and tried, unsuccessfully, to spin it on the end of his finger.\n\n“No, [i]no…[/i]” I lied. “I just don’t want to waste any time.”\n\n“I thought you’re always home alone after school? We can hang out for a bit.”\n\n“Y-yeah, you’re right. But I like to get work outta the way first. You know, so it’s not hanging over my head,” I said, grabbing my stuff. “You mind throwing me the textbook?”\n\n“Sure, sure…” James said, dropping the ball and rooting around in his backpack. \n\nI moved the chair over to his desk, pushing a small pile of candy wrappers off his secondhand laptop before placing it to the side to clear a spot. I felt even hornier than before; my whole body was more sensitive, and the desire to rub myself was almost overwhelming. I squeezed my legs together, trying to alleviate some of the throbbing, but that only made it worse. I stifled a moan, letting out a quiet huff instead. \n\nA quiet [i]“Ah-hem,”[/i] yanked me back to the present. “Calling Charley…\"\n\nI whipped around and saw him standing right next to me, holding a chemistry textbook in his outstretched paw with an amused smirk forming on his muzzle.\n\n“Right, t-thanks…” I mumbled, taking the book and flipping to the correct chapter.\n\nJames dragged another chair over, plopping down beside me, and said, “I know why you’re so anxious to get home.”\n\nI kept my eyes focused on the book and replied, “I’m not-”\n\n“You gotta jerk off.”\n\nMy heart pounded in my chest, and I scribbled out the first question furiously, keeping my eyes pointed down at the desk. “S-shut up. I just wanna get this finished. So anyway, stoichiometry…”\n\n“How do you do it, anyway?” James asked.\n\n“It’s easy. You balance the elements on both sides of the reaction and-” I explained.\n\n“No, not that. I mean, how do [i]you[/i] jerk off?”\n\n“[i]Dude! [/i] What the fuck!?” I shot back, whipping around to look him in the eye.\n\n“What? I always wondered how girls do it. I know you’re not a girl, but you have the same equipment.”\n\nI heard the blood pounding in my ears and said, “That’s… personal. Are you gonna tell me how you jerk off?”\n\n“I like doing it laying down, rubbing my sheath until I get hard. Then I usually squeeze my knot with the left paw and stroke my cock with the right. When I bust, I do it into some tissues or something; cause if I get jizz in my fur, it's impossible to get out.”\n\n“Oh…” I mumbled. “I didn’t expect you to actually tell me.”\n\n“It’s not a big deal, everybody does it.”\n\n“I guess that's true… Umm, well, I sorta start by rubbing my lips together, squeezing against my clit and stuff,” I said, blushing under my fur, feeling almost lightheaded with embarrassment.\n\n“Do you get wet? I heard girls get wet instead of getting hard,” James asked, his voice getting deep.\n\n“Y-yeah. It feels kinda… squishy and tingly between my legs. It makes everything really slippery down there,” I said, squeezing my legs together again, feeling some of that wetness drip into my underwear.\n\nJames leaned closer and asked, “Do you ever put your fingers inside? What’s it feel like in there?”\n\n“Uh-huh,” I answered. “It feels cool, really warm and soft, but…”\n\n“What?” James said.\n\n“This is so embarrassing; I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” I said, looking away. Every instinct was telling me to run from danger, but I stayed planted in my seat, hooves bouncing against the carpet.\n\n“Charley, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but you told me you had a pussy when we were twelve. I can’t think of [i]anything[/i] more embarrassing than that, but you didn’t back down.”\n\n“Yeah, I guess that’s true. Ok so I, uhh, don’t always use my fingers; I have this toy…” I continued, looking at James again.\n\nHis eyes got big, ears perking up, and he said, “You have a dildo!? Where’d you get it?”\n\n“I saved up and bought it online with a prepaid card, then shipped it to a pick-up locker so my parents wouldn’t accidentally open it.”\n\nI saw the gears turning in his head, and James replied, “Oh wow… That's really smart. Do you think I could buy one of those pocket pussies the same way? They got these ones that look like a canine girl…”\n\nI laughed and said, “You’re such a horndog. I bet you’d bury your bone in anything.”\n\nJames quirked an ear up, pondering the question for a moment, and replied, “I mean… yeah, pretty much. Are you saying you [i]don’t[/i] wanna get laid? Cause I know that’s bullshit.”\n\nI sighed but didn’t want to lie to him. “Yeah of course I do, but it's a lot more complicated for me. Even if I was desperate enough to try something with a guy, I don't want anyone finding out that I'm... [i]different.[/i]”\n\n“Well, you told me,” James replied.\n\n“Yeah, but that's my point. We were friends for years before I told you, and even then, I was still scared outta my mind that you’d hate me.”\n\n“No, I mean… If you wanted to try it with a guy, and I already know about your secret…”\n\nIt took me a few moments to process those words. My jaw hung open as I tried to respond, misfiring multiple times before I managed to get something approaching speech out.\n\n“Are you… Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked, hardly believing the words as I said them.\n\nJames squirmed in his seat, ears folded back against his skull. “No! Well, ok not [i]no,[/i] but…” he stammered. “I want to have sex, you know like, at all; I just thought, maybe we could… S-sorry, nevermind. I shouldn’t have said anything.”\n\nI wanted to be angry, or offended, or even disgusted. But I wasn’t. I was more turned on than ever before. My breath was hot and my face felt flush. I started imagining new possibilities that were exciting and scary in equal measure.\n\n“Oh. That’s… not a bad idea.” \n\n“It's not?” James asked, ears perking up.\n\n“Well, I wanna try having sex too, and that would be a good way to… practice. Just try it out together, so we know what to do.”\n\n“Yeah, of course. That makes sense,” James added.\n\n“We can keep things simple, don’t have to worry about being all romantic and stuff. We’re just… helping out a friend. And I trust that you’re not gonna tell anybody.”\n\n“Totally! I would never,” James said, sitting up straighter with his tail wagging behind him.\n\n“And we're different species, so I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”\n\n“Good point—wait, you can get pregnant?”\n\n“Umm, [i]maybe.[/i] I’m not like, a hundred percent sure, but it might be possible. Like I said though, it’s not a problem for us.”\n\n“Cool. So, you wanna do it?” he asked, leaning forward eagerly.\n\nBefore that moment, I’d never even considered having sex with James. But the desire that’d been building inside me all day, all month even, reached a crescendo. I could think of nothing except sex; my entire lower half burned with need, and the cure was sitting right in front of me.\n\n“I think… That sounds like a pretty good idea.”\n\n“Cool!” James said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head.\n\n“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked.\n\n“I’m getting undressed? I thought you wanted to-”\n\n“What, [i]now!?[/i]” I squeaked.\n\n“Well, yeah? I mean, my Mom is gonna be out for a while, so we've got privacy, and your parents aren't expecting you home. I know we both wanna do it; you're so horny, you can barely sit still.”\n\n“…fuck am I really that obvious?\" I groaned.\n\n“Nah dude, I just noticed you squeezing your legs together, and I know you have a vagina, so…”\n\n“Yeah, yeah, I'm horny. You caught me.”\n\n“I don't wanna pressure you or anything,” James said, stuffing his paw back into his sleeve. “If you're not ready, it's not a problem.”\n\n“No…” I replied, watching his face fall. “You're right, let's do it.\"\n\nJames jumped out of his chair, whipping his shirt off again and throwing it towards one of the various piles of laundry on the floor. His tail swept a large arc behind him, wagging faster than I'd ever seen. His paws fumbled with his belt briefly, yanking it open and letting his pants fall into a pile around his bare foot-paws, before kicking that away as well. He was left in nothing but a pair of white boxers, which stood in stark contrast to his otherwise black fur. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, James looked up at me again.\n\n“Come on dude, get naked. We can't do it with our clothes on.”\n\n“Yeah. I-I know. It's just… Do you mind going first? I've never let anyone else see me before,” I stammered.\n\n“It's cool, I gotta do this in gym class four days a week. How'd you manage to get out of that, by the way?”\n\nJames pushed his shorts down slowly, letting them roll past his groin with an unhurried ease. I watched out of the corner of my eye as his dark-furred privates came into view. \n\n“Doctor's note,” I said, trying to sound casual. “No gym class, but I gotta take an extra language. Ancient Wolven, it's pretty boring.”\n\n“That's funny, you probably speak it better than me; I only know a couple words.” Gesturing downward with his paw he added, “So? What do you think?”\n\nEven though I wasn't attracted to other guys, I still had a healthy curiosity about their equipment. I suppose it was pretty normal to be interested, since I lacked a set of my own. His sheath was dark like the rest of him, with a tuft of thicker fur sitting above it and a pair of low hanging balls underneath.\n\n“You look… cool,” I said.\n\n“What, is that it?” he asked, tail curling between his legs. “Kinda making me feel inadequate here…” \n\n“S-sorry,” I added quickly. “I've never seen another guy's… stuff before. I don't know what to say. You do look cool, though. You have a lot of pubic fur and your, umm, balls are bigger than I expected.”\n\nMy ears felt like they were burning, and I flicked them backward in total embarrassment. But his tail started wagging again, and I managed to relax as well.\n\n“T-thanks,” James said. “I guess you wanna see my dick next? You know, if we're gonna do stuff, or whatever.”\n\n“Umm, sure. If you’re ok with that,” I replied.\n\nJames nodded, gripping his plump sheath and rubbing it up and down. A bit of pink was already peeking from the top, but a few seconds later his shaft started to slide out further. It was shiny and narrow, and a lot different than I expected. Every stroke made it grow larger, until he pulled his sheath down all the way and a lump at the base popped out.\n\n“What the hell? Why is it so… swollen at the bottom?” I asked.\n\n“That’s my knot. Every canine boy has one, it’s kind of our thing,” James replied, wrapping his fingers below it. It started to grow even larger, expanding to the size of his fist before my eyes. His cock seemed to get a little bit larger as well, clear fluid leaking out of the narrow tip as it throbbed between his fingers.\n\n“But… why? And how does that even fit inside someone? Deer guys don’t have anything like that.”\n\n“It’s to make sure the girl gets pregnant when you have sex. It gets real big and locks you together, so the sperm can’t leak out,” James said, squeezing his dick a little tighter. “But it’s not supposed to get this big before you put it inside; it would never fit that way. I just figured that, since your parts aren’t really built for knotting, it would be a bad idea to try.”\n\nI stared openly at the giant bulge. That thing looked huge, and I could not help but feel pity for any girl that might someday have that inside her.\n\n“Well I appreciate the thought, because no way is something like that getting inside me.”\n\n“Speaking of which…” James said. “It’s kinda your turn now…”\n\n“Yeah, sure, right,” I muttered, lifting my paws to my shirt.\n\nI fumbled with the buttons, blunt hooved nails slipping against the thin plastic. I finally managed to undo the last one, only to glance up and see James looking at me. I clutched at the open sides of my shirt, holding them closed.\n\n“Quit staring at me like that…” I said.\n\n“Like what?” James asked.\n\n“I dunno, like [i]that[/i]. Like you’re checking me out or something.”\n\n“Dude, I’m not checking you out!” James shot back. “But, like, I wanna see. We’re gonna have sex, so what’s the big deal.”\n\n“I dunno… It just feels weird.”\n\nJames nodded and said, “I getcha. Do you want me to turn around or something?”\n\n“N-no. I gotta do this,” I said, pulling my shirt off and throwing it to the side. \n\nI unhooked my pants next, slipping my tail out of the rear opening and letting them drop into a loose pile around my hooves. Kicking them away, I was left wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. I gripped the waistband with both paws, holding tight but unable to take the final step. \n\nLogically, I knew James was trustworthy; he wasn't going to make fun of me or kick the shit out of me for being different. But until that moment, I'd spent my entire life trying to avoid this exact situation. Being seen naked by another boy was my worst nightmare come to life, and I'd volunteered to do just that. All of my instincts were blaring one thing: [i]Run.[/i] Flee from danger and never look back.\n\nBut I didn't. \n\nI was tired of being afraid. I shoved my underwear down with all my strength, pushing it to my hooves in a single motion and kicking it out of arm's reach. Standing up straight, I folded my arms across my chest and stood naked in front of another boy for the first time in my life.\n\nJames stared at my groin, eyes the size of saucers, blinking slowly while his mouth hung open.\n\n\"Whoa dude, that's so weird!\"\n\n[i]Fucking. James.[/i]\n\n\"Really man!? [i]That's [/i]the first thing you say to me?\"\n\nHe glanced up at me, panic creeping across his face, and stammered, \"Shit! No, I don't mean, like, you're weird or anything. Just like… the whole situation… is not something I'm used to. That's all.\"\n\nI let out a huff; he was a terrible liar but I had to give him a little credit for trying.\n\n\"Yeah, I guess this is pretty weird. I’m used to seeing myself, but this is all brand new for you.\"\n\nThis was all brand new for me too, but as I watched James's shoulders relax and his tail start wagging slowly, I knew he was trying his best.\n\n\"So, like, what do you have down there, anyway?\n \n“What do you mean? I’m naked; go ahead and look.”\n\nJames titled his head back and forth, squinting and practically turning upside down in the process.\n\n“I don’t really see anything. You just sorta look like a guy without a dick.”\n\nI frowned at that description but he wasn’t actually [i]wrong,[/i] so I kept quiet.\n\nHe continued, “Can you like, sit down on the bed? I can probably get a better look that way.”\n\n“Uh… yeah, sure,” I said, fighting hard to keep my voice from cracking.\n\nI sat on his bed, trying to act like this was all perfectly normal and that my heart wasn’t trying to leap into my throat. Placing my butt on the edge of the mattress, I leaned back onto my hands and spread my legs open, a hundred thoughts bouncing around inside my head like angry bees. \n\n[i]I am showing my pussy to my best friend. This is his bed. We are about to have sex on his bed. I am gonna fuck another guy. Why am I so turned on by this?[/i]\n\nI had plenty of time to slowly drive myself insane as James knelt a few feet away, looking like he was about to defuse a bomb. Even with all my own worries, I had to take pity on the canine boy. \n\n“Y-you can move closer if you want. I don’t mind.”\n\n“Right, yeah, cool,” he replied, shuffling forward on his knees. Swallowing hard, he took a long, silent look at my exposed privates, while I tried my best to tamp down on a panic attack.\n\nWhen he didn’t say anything after a full minute, I gathered up the last of my resolve and asked, “S-so? What do you think?”\n\nThat seemed to snap James out of his trance and his eyes locked onto mine. He replied, “Uhh, it’s cool. You’re uhh… really pink down there?”\n\nI actually laughed out loud. I don’t know what I expected him to say, but that was not it. His eyes went wide for a moment, before a smile spread across his muzzle.\n\n“Yeah, I guess I am,” I said, shaking my head and letting out another quiet chuckle. \n\n“Sorry, I don’t really know what to say. I’ve never seen a naked girl in real life before,” he said, quickly adding, “Not that you’re a girl! I just mean-”\n\n“It’s fine, I know what you mean.”\n\nJames nodded and continued, “I guess, I thought you’d look more complicated down there or something. I know canine girls have spades that like, stick out, and get all puffy… But you just kinda have a slit.”\n\n“Oh. I don’t really know much about canines or anything but… Did you, umm, want me to show you how mine works?” I asked, ears burning.\n\n“Y-yeah…” he said, his voice breathy and light.\n\n“Ummm, so, I guess start with the basics.\" I placed two fingers at the top of my groin and spread the pointed tip of my pussy. \"T-this is my clit. It's really sensitive and it, uhh, feels really good when I rub it.\"\n\nI could not believe those words actually came out of my mouth. James didn't say anything but I heard him let out a long, slow huff as his eyes locked onto my button. I had the sudden desire to start playing with myself, but shook that thought away quickly.\n\nI brought my other hand down as well, moving lower and placing my hooved fingers against the lips of my pussy. I could almost feel the tension in the air. James was leaning forward, nostrils flaring, as he came even closer in between my outstretched legs. It took me a good twenty seconds to finally build up the courage, but swallowing hard, I opened myself up.\n\n\"And this is… my pussy.\"\n\nWith a low groan, I heard James mutter, [i]\"Oh fuck.\"[/i]\n\nHe was panting now, tongue hanging out of his mouth, and even I knew that meant he was turned on. Canine boys were a little obvious with their body language.\n\n\"It looks really shiny, almost wet. Oh… you're actually wet,\" he said, lifting his head to look me in the face. \"O-oh shit. You're wet; that means you're horny, doesn't it?\"\n\nThose words should have struck me dead on the spot from embarrassment. But there wasn't even a hint of mockery in his tone. Instead I heard something else; he sounded hungry.\n\n\"I'm so fucking horny right now.”\n\nJames smiled, his tail sweeping wildly behind him and simply replied, \"Cool.\"\n\nThe labrador boy started sniffing, his dark wet nose flaring as he continuously inhaled. “Fuck dude, you smell so good down there.”\n\n“You just gotta make this weird, don’t you?” I replied, rolling my eyes.\n\nHe looked up from between my legs and said, “What? I’m a canine, we got a good sense of smell.”\n\n“Yeah, yeah. I happen to know my sense of smell is just as good as yours but I’m not saying shit like that.”\n\nHe winced and tucked his tail between his legs. Great, now I was being the awkward one. \n\n“So uhh, did you want to touch me, you know, down there?” I quickly added.\n\n“S-sure. Yeah,” he said, extending his paw haltingly toward my pussy.\n\nHis paw pad touched my lips and I sucked a breath between my teeth.\n\n“Are you ok?” he asked, holding dead still and looking up from between my legs.\n\n“Yeah, just… not used to someone else touching me. It’s fine though, keep going.”\n\nIt was so strange. I’d touched myself down there more times than I could remember, but the feel of someone else was totally different. He only made the lightest of contact, but the warmth of his paw, and the fact that I never knew what he was going to do next, meant even that much had me writhing.\n\n“Oh yeah, fuck that feels good,” I gasped. “Do it harder, touch my clit.”\n\nI could not believe I actually said that to my best friend, but I was way past being embarrassed anymore. James tried to follow my directions, but it wasn’t enough. He was treating me like some kind of delicate flower, which was almost adorable, but I needed more and that and wasn’t going to cut it.\n\n“Stick your finger in me.”\n\nHe froze, staring up at me with a look of absolute terror.\n\n“A-are you sure-”\n\nI grabbed his wrist and moved it into place, pressing his finger tip against my opening.\n\n[i]“Please,”[/i] I whined, pushing my hips up against him.\n\nHe swallowed hard and started sinking his digit into my pussy. It was agonizingly slow, I could feel every millimeter as he slid into my body, but fuck it was amazing. His finger was a little thinner than the base of my dildo, but finally having something spread me open was like being able to breathe again; the relief was immeasurable.\n\n“Yeah, that’s it. Now go in and out,” I said.\n\nJames followed my instructions, and I threw my head back and gasped as I was finger fucked for the first time. He was hardly an expert, in fact he was barely moving a full inch back and forth, but it still felt like my body was lighting up inside. After a minute of timid stimulation, I wanted nothing more than to shove his entire paw into my pussy.\n\n\"Fuck… that feels good,\" I gasped. \n\nMy legs opened wider all on their own, knees pulling back to hover above my belly, as I lost myself to the pleasure. I felt mad with lust, my body was crying out to be filled and I knew just how to make that happen.\n\n\"James, mmph, stop…\" I moaned. He froze and he stared at me expectantly. \"Enough fingers. Put it in me.\"\n\n\"Do you mean…\"\n\n[i]\"Fuck me.\"[/i]\n\nJames nodded, taking his paw away and leaving me feeling more empty than ever before. I watched as he swallowed hard, eyes wide, breath coming in shallow huffs. He looked absolutely terrified. But as he rose, the throbbing red cock between his legs left no question whether he was ready. \n\nMoving painfully slowly, James positioned himself awkwardly between my upturned legs. He kept an odd distance, seemingly afraid to make contact with my body. But after a few moments of trial and error, I felt something hot and hard press against my groin.\n\n“Oh shit, I can feel your dick,” I gasped.\n\n“But you said-” James stammered.\n\n“It’s fine. I’m just a little nervous, I guess.” Biting my bottom lip, I added, “You can keep going.”\n\nJames nodded. His face was a mask of concentration as he took hold of his cock and moved it into position. He stared down to where our bodies touched for a good while. I wanted to yell at him to get on with it; the teasing was driving me crazy. But this was his first time too, and I didn't want to rush anything. \n\nAfter what seemed like an eternity, James placed his paws flat on the bed beside my hips and thrust forward. He proceeded to slip out instantly and slide along the outside of my pussy.\n\n\"S-sorry,\" he stammered, grabbing himself to line up again.\n\nThen he pushed forward and poked between my butt cheeks.\n\n\"[i]Damn it.[/i] I thought this was supposed to be the easy part…\" he said, pulling back to try again.\n\n\"Do you want some help?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yeah, sorry. I just… I dunno what I'm doing wrong,\"\n\n\"S'ok. I'm a little more experienced with my parts, that's all.\"\n\nI reached down, taking hold of a dick for the first time ever. It was hot, like actually, literally hot to the touch. He was squirting little clear jets of something, and it was soaking into the fur of my paw. But the most surprising thing was how soft and hard it was at the same time, like silk wrapped around an iron rod. I placed the tapered tip of his cock against my pussy, and looked up at James.\n\n“H-here. Try now.”\n\nThen he pushed forward and slipped inside me. It was nothing like I imagined; my entire lower body was on fire with the most amazing feelings. I thought my toy at home would have prepared me for this moment, but James was a lot different than a deer. He was thicker, a lot thicker, and I felt every single inch of him stretch me open as he slid inside.\n\nI gasped, slamming my eyes shut and tossing my head back against the bed. I grabbed at the sheets and balled them up in my fists, whimpering as the feelings threatened to overwhelm me. His cock was so hot and so hard and [i]so good[/i]. He’d barely even pushed inside and I was already worried my dildo would never satisfy me again.\n\nHe came to a stop about halfway in, but I didn’t even notice until James spoke up.\n\n“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you, Charley!”\n\nI looked up, blinking away the sparkles in front of my eyes, to see his dark furred face staring down at me. His ears were pinned back against his head, eyes practically bugging out.\n\n“What? No, shit, it feels amazing. Fuck, it feels so good. You’d better not stop.”\n\nHis muzzle pulled into a goofy grin, and he gave a quick thrust of his hips. I grunted and whimpered as he started fucking for real. His fat knot slapped against my lips, banging into my clit and driving me wild with every thrust, but staying firmly outside. I was stretched open as his cock hilted inside me over and over again. My hips rose off the bed on their own, pushing back and trying to feel that hot bone tease my pussy even harder with every thrust.\n\nI gasped again, slapping my hand over my muzzle to keep from moaning out loud. That only managed to turn my voice into a long whimper, and there was no way to control my mouth as James started to pick up speed. He wasn’t doing much better, huffing and whining as he humped with uneven but enthusiastic thrusts. While I was flat on my back, writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy, James was on his knees beside the bed, his back straight as a board and paws trying to hold onto the edge of the mattress for leverage.\n\n“Fuck… oh shit dude… so good… fuck…” he moaned, slightly less eloquent than usual.\n\nMy legs didn’t want to stay tucked up above my chest any longer, and the rocking motion of the bed wasn’t helping either. They slipped down and seemed to naturally rest on James' hip. Without really thinking about it, I wrapped them around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper inside. James whined again, leaning forward as his legs seemed to falter. He stopped humping, breathing in deep huffs and swallowing hard as he looked down at me.\n\n“S-sorry… gotta cramp…” he winced, rubbing the side of his leg.\n\n“Oh. You wanna keep going?” I asked, hopefully.\n\n“Yes! Absolutely! …just gimme a second.”\n\nIt was absolutely bizarre talking to James while he had his cock inside me. But even though the whole situation was surreal, I didn’t want it to end.\n\n“Try leaning forward a little,” I offered. “Sitting up straight like that looks kinda uncomfortable.”\n\n“Ok, yeah. Good idea,” James replied. \n\nHe swallowed again and slid his paws up the bed until they were beside my chest, his upper body moving forward with them. He was over top of me, and I was looking up into his face.\n\n“B-better?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.\n\n“Yeah, a lot. Sorry if this is a bit awkward, being this close and everything,” James said.\n\n“It’s fine,” I replied, not really sure if I was telling the truth. “We’re having sex, kinda hard not be be close.”\n\nA big smile lit up his face, and James said, “We are having sex, aren’t we? Is it cool if I start moving again?”\n\n“Dude, if you don’t start fucking me, I’m gonna scream.”\n\nHe drove his hips forward, burying himself inside me even deeper than before. Something about this new position was letting him hit different places, and I saw stars in front of my eyes.\n\n“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my arms shooting out and wrapping around his back. \n\nJames didn’t seem to mind, he was busy humping against me even faster than before. It should have been strange, having a boy over top of me, grunting and straining as he drove his cock into me. But it felt so fucking good that I didn’t even care. I just closed my eyes and moaned, hooking my feet behind James’ thighs while he pumped like a dog possessed. \n\nI could barely focus anymore. It was all I could do not to cry out as we fucked, my back arching and my hands grabbing onto his fur. The awkwardness from before was gone, and we were like a well oiled sex machine. The rest of the world no longer existed; it was just the two of us making each other feel amazing.\n\nJames started huffing a little louder, his thrusts coming harder than before, and he grunted, \"Too good… oh fuck, dude… I'm gonna cum!\"\n\nI was teetering on the edge myself. I felt the tension building up until I could barely even push back against his body. I just needed one last push to get there.\n\n\"Do it!\" I grunted back. \"Cum inside me, I want to feel it!\"\n\nThat set him off. James grabbed onto me, paws wrapping around my shoulders as he threw his entire body weight into each thrust. He buried his muzzle into the mattress next to my face, whining and whimpering as he worked. \n\nWithout even thinking, my hand clapped onto his ass, doing their best to spur him on. I felt his tempo go wild, hips becoming a blur as he jackhammered my pussy. Then he drove forward like never before, burying cock as deep as possible and grunting right into my ear.\n\n\"Ugh ugh mphh ohhh ahh ahhh oooooh…\"\n\nI actually felt his cock throbbing and kicking inside me. I couldn't feel his squirts, but there was an unmistakable rush of warmth as he emptied himself inside me.\n\nThat was all I needed. My climax welled up from somewhere deep inside, crashing over top of me like never before. It was like a string of explosions, each one knocking me senseless before setting off an even bigger shock wave right after. My arms and legs locked up, practically crushing James against me as my back arched so hard it lifted us both off the bed.\n\n\"Oh ohhh ohhhh aaaaaaah AAAAAHHH!\"\n\nI was screaming, louder than I ever yelled before, powerless to stop. My vision actually started to go fuzzy as I spasmed and clamped around that steel hard cock inside me, and all I could hear was a dull roar in my ears. \n\nJust as I thought I couldn't take anymore, the feelings began to ebb. The mind numbing ecstasy faded down into a manageable bliss, and I trembling slowed until I could finally feel myself panting. My arms and legs felt like putty, just loosely wrapped around James.\n\nI blinked. I almost forgot about James. I realized he was laying on top of me, his chest heaving while he panted next to my face.\n\n\"Ugh you're kinda crushing me,\" I grunted, barely able to speak.\n\n\"S-sorry,\" he groaned, sitting up on his elbows and hovering over me.\n\nHe didn't look at me, keeping his eyes to the side instead. After a few seconds of silence he muttered, \"I'll, uh, get off you.\"\n\nHe sat back, moving into an upright position, glancing at my face for an instant before reaching down to where we were still connected. Taking hold on his cock, he drew back slowly, pulling himself free of my pussy. We both sucked in a breath as he popped out, overly sensitive after our rather enthusiastic time together.\n\nFor possibly the first time ever, I couldn't read his expression. His lips were neutral, ears pulled high, while his eyes darted everywhere except me. My head was still swimming with the afterglow of sex, but even then I still knew he seemed off.\n\n\"That was… umm… really fun,\" I said. \"I'm really, really glad we did that.\"\n\n\"You are?\" he asked, still sounding hesitant.\n\n\"Hell yeah. That was the fucking amazing. Didn't you like it?\"\n\nJames broke out into a goofy smile, he said, \"Dude that was the greatest thing I've ever done in my entire life! Holy shit, I had no idea sex was gonna be that good. I'm just sorry we didn't try this before!\"\n\nI grinned, pulling myself up into a sitting position and stretching.\n\n\"Hey, guess what?\" I said. \"We're not virgins anymore.\"\n\n\"No kidding, dude. Though I'm not sure I wanna tell anybody about my first time.\"\n\nI shot him a serious look and said, \"You better not!\"\n\nHe waved his paw at me and said, \"Pfft, relax. You know I'm not gonna do that. Not like it matters though; if you scream like that every time, the whole damn building is gonna know.\"\n\nI felt my tail flag and my ears start burning. I had no idea I was a screamer, but there wasn't any point denying the obvious.\n\n\"Y-yeah, uhh, sorry. That's never happened before.\"\n\nJames smiled before leaning forward, and saying, \"It's cool. I didn't expect that, but uhh…\" then a little quieter he added, \"it was actually [i]really[/i] hot.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't help feeling a small thrill run up my spine. I was about to tell him to keep that to himself when we heard a sound that chilled us to the bone.\n\nIn the quiet of the empty apartment, a set of keys started rattling in the front door.\n\n\"Shit!\" James hissed, his eyes going wide. \"Fuck, shit… uh… hide!\"\n\nHe bounded to the other side of the room, snapping the door lock shut with a painfully loud thunk, and started grabbing his clothes from the floor.\n\nI jumped off the bed, whipping my head around for a hiding place, when the front door opened. I was just about to run into the closet when the feeling of something leaking down there stopped me cold in my tracks. I quickly stuck my hand between my legs, trying to catch whatever the hell was coming out, and seeing cloudy drops dripping out of my pussy.\n\n“Hi honey, you home?” his Mom called from the living room.\n\nJames had a pair of old boxers wrapped around his rapidly deflating cock, wiping himself clean. He looked up toward the bedroom door and yelled back, “Yeah Mom! Just, uhh, in my room. Doing homework and stuff.”\n\nI snapped my hooves in front of his face, grabbing his attention and pointing out my predicament. “Your stuff is leaking out!” I said, as quietly as I could.\n\nHe froze, staring down at my messy paw and let out a long sigh, “Fuck that’s hot…”\n\n“Focus!” I hissed, my hand rapidly becoming a sticky mess.\n\n“Shit, sorry. Uhh… here,” he said, grabbing a dirty sock off the floor and tossing it to me. “Best I can do.”\n\nI glowered at him, but pressed it against my pussy anyway. This was the first time I’d ever actually used a cum sock, and was not totally sold on the idea. I could still feel his stuff coming out of me and soaking the fabric as I waddled toward the closet. James was just pulling on his pants and trying to stuff his half hard rocket inside when his Mom called out again.\n\n“Is Charley in there with you? I see his jacket out here.”\n\nWe looked at each other, freezing up and trying to think of some kind of excuse. After a moment’s hesitation, James replied, “Y-yeah, Charley’s here. We were just doing… uh… chemistry homework.”\n\nI stared daggers at him, gritting my teeth before mouthing the words, “What the fuck!”\n\nHe shot me an apologetic look and mouthed back, “I don’t know!”\n\nI grumbled at him a little more, before adding, “Hi Mrs. Nilsen! I’m just showing him how to balance equations and stuff.”\n\n“That’s nice,” she said. “Oh, I brought food home. It’s kinda late, did you want to stay for dinner?”\n\n“Sure, that sounds great,” I replied.\n\nJames stared at me, his paws wide open and imploring me “Why?”\n\nIt was my turn to mouth back “I don’t know!”\n\nHiding was out of the question now, which was probably for the best. But that still left us with the major issue of what to actually do. I figured getting dressed was a good first step, and started grabbing my discarded clothes off the floor. I threw my shirt on, doing up the buttons as fast as I could, and pulled the sock away from my groin. There was a huge wet spot on it, but it looked like the worst of the spillage was over. I grabbed my boxers and started sliding them up my legs, when James stopped me.\n\n“Dude, hold on.”\n\nHe dropped to his knees and stuck a paw into the gap between his bed frame and the wall. Pulling back, he was holding what looked like a small spray can.\n\n“Scent neutralizer. Can’t go out there smelling like sex.”\n\nI nodded and he blasted my crotch with a quick hiss of the stuff. Then he pulled his own waistband open and sprayed himself. I pulled my underwear and pants on, standing up and doing a quick check to make sure everything was on right.\n\n“Missed a button,” James said, pointing to my shirt.\n\nI glanced down and saw a misaligned part sticking out near my collar, and quickly fixed it. Returning the favor, I looked him over and said, “Uhh… your shirt is inside out.”\n\n“Shit…” he mumbled, pulling it over his head and quickly putting everything the right way around.\n\nWe gave each other one last check for presentability, then I said, “Next time we are doing this at my place, got it?”\n\nHe winced, before his face suddenly lit up. Nodding eagerly, he replied, “Yeah! Sure, that’s cool with me!”\n\nWe headed to the door together and James unlocked it, wrapping his paw around the knob before letting out a sigh and saying, “Here goes nothing…”\n\nWe walked out together, trying to look as innocent as possible. Mrs. Nilsen was in the kitchen, unpacking groceries as we came in. James walked over to hug his Mom, while I waved at her from the other side of the room. She was a golden labrador, so it was always a little weird seeing the contrast between mother and son. But that’s just how canines work, I suppose.\n\n“Well hello there, Charley. I barely recognized you with those antlers. You look so grown up!”\n\n“Oh, ha, yeah they really came in this year. The velvet only fell off a little while ago, I guess this is the first time you get to see them for real.”\n\nI reached up to touch them out of instinct, running a hoof along the smooth surface. But when I opened my hand, I felt the sticky mess of fur in my palm and snapped it closed. I lowered my balled up fist to my side and tried to hide it behind my back without being conspicuous.\n\n“Hey, uhh… I’m gotta go to the bathroom real quick,” I mumbled. “Just be a minute.”\n\nI backed away, trying not to run until I was in the hallway and out of sight. I’d been over to their house plenty of times and knew where to go, bolting to the bathroom door. Inside, I turned the faucet on full, grabbing the soap and doing my best to scrub my best friend’s sperm out of my fur. James was right; it was nearly impossible to get out. A few minutes of scouring later, things looked a lot less incriminating. \n\nWhile I had a moment of privacy, I pulled down my pants again, checking to make sure nothing more was leaking out. Unfortunately, it looked like there were a few spots inside of my boxers and I grabbed a handful of toilet paper to clean up again. I had no idea how long I was going to be dripping, eventually deciding just to stuff a little bit of wadded up paper against my hole and hope for the best.\n\nWalking back into the main room, James was setting out plates on the kitchen table, while Mrs. Nilsen was cutting a pre-roasted chicken. \n\nShe paused, looking up at me and saying, “Oh no, I forgot you’re a vegetarian! I’m sorry, that totally slipped my mind.”\n\n“It’s fine, uh, I’m not like a total vegetarian. Deer can eat meat; we just don’t, usually.”\n\nWe all sat down together at the table and started eating, making small talk between mouthfuls of chicken and potatoes. I was still a little on edge, but things seemed pretty normal. I actually started to believe we got away with it.\n\n“I’m glad you’re helping James with his homework,” his Mom said. “He was struggling with math and chemistry, so it’s nice to have a little extra tutoring.”\n\n[i]“Mooooom,”[/i] he whined.\n\n“It’s fine,” I said. “Actually, he was helping me out today. I forgot my textbook and James came to the rescue.”\n\n“Oh wonderful. You boys are such good friends. I’m really glad you have each other.” \n\nAfter swallowing another bite of food, she added, “So how long have you two been a couple?”\n\n“I… I… that’s not… we didn’t…!” I stammered.\n\n“M-mom! No! We’re not like… that!” James said.\n\n“Boys. Please. Don’t lie to me. I know I’m not a teenager anymore, but I haven’t lost my sense of hearing and my sense of smell. You barely even tried to hide it.”\n\nThe walls felt like they were closing in around me. My hands started shaking and had to put my palms flat on the table.\n\n“I’m really happy for both of you. I’ll admit, I sometimes wondered if there was a little something going on between you. I understand you’re both growing up, and exploring your sexuality is a perfectly natural part of that. Just make sure you’re being safe…”\n\n“No, no, no, no… I’m not hearing that!” James said, covering his ears with his paws and shaking his head left and right.\n\nThen turning to me, she added, “Oh, and don’t worry Charley. Your secret is safe with me.”\n\nJames continued in vain to argue with his Mom, insisting that nothing happened, but she brushed his objections aside with worrying ease. I sat staring at my plate, eventually giving up and grabbing my fork to spear another piece of chicken. \n\nSo much for keeping it simple.\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Good Bucking
By WaffleSquadron

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you today?”

James sounded genuinely concerned, but that only pissed me off more.

“I’m fine.”

School had been a real pain in the ass, and the last thing I wanted was to relitigate the entire day on the walk home.

“You don’t seem fine, Charley.  You almost got in a fistfight at lunch.”

“Almost.  I didn’t actually do anything.  I should have, though; Brandon was being such a pain in the ass.”

James shook his head, and said, “Yeah but he’s always a pain in the ass; you never wanted to fight him before.  It’s like you’re angry all the time now.”

“I’m not angry!” I bellowed back.  An uncomfortable silence lingered until, much quieter, I added, “…ok, maybe I am.  A little.  But so what?”

James frowned at me, his black furred face doing little to hide his emotions.  He was a labrador, and subtlety was not one of his strong suits.  But he also seemed to get along with everyone, all the time.  So, I didn’t especially trust his judgement when it came to seeing the bad in people.

“That’s not like you! Well, it didn’t use to be; it seems like every time your antlers are full-grown you turn into a different person.  Are you in a rut or something?”

I was particularly proud of my antlers.  They were proof positive I was a buck and I liked showing them off.  They only had four points, but for a newly teenaged whitetail deer, that was pretty good.  

“I am not in a rut.  That only happens to animals, not morphs,” I said.  “...but I guess I am a little on edge.”

James laughed and said, “I bet you just need to get laid.”

“Man, shut up…” I grumbled.

“What? I’m serious!”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like that's gonna happen any time soon.”

“So you're telling me you've never had sex?” James asked.

“Really!? You're doing this again?” I shot back.

“It's a simple question, Charley."

I rolled my eyes and said, “No, I've never had sex.  I’m fourteen, I don't think that's weird.  You're still a virgin, right?”

His face soured, smile narrowing down into a pout.  He folded his arms across his chest before answering.

“Yeah, but I don't exactly have your advantage either.”

Now I really was angry.  I had a pretty good idea what that meant, but I needed to hear him say it before unleashing my full fury.

“Oh do tell.  What fabulous power do I wield over mere mortals like you?”

James looked me right in the eyes and said, “You got a pussy, dude.”

Like he needed to remind me what I had between my legs.  Like I'd somehow forgotten that I lacked what every other boy simply took for granted.

“Fuck. You.”

I said it with all the venom I could muster, hoping to truly get the full meaning of those two words through his thick skull.

“No, I'm serious.  I bet you could find plenty of guys who wouldn't mind fucking a pussy, even if it's on a dude.”

“You're such a fucking moron, James.  I don't even know where to start.”

“What? It's a good plan,” he said, looking genuinely puzzled by my strident opposition.

“Well first of all: I'm straight.  Pretty sure I told you that.  If you think that's such a great plan why don't you go find some horny freshman boy to stick it in you.”

His face twisted up in horror at the suggestion and he said, “What? No! That's not the same thing at all!”

“It really is.  It's two boys having sex, same as if I did it.”

“Yeah but you have the right parts for the job.  A pussy is made for getting fucked, my butt isn't,” said James.

“That is some gender essentialist bullshit!  My pussy wasn't made for anything.  I can use it however I want.”

That earned me that most confused stare I'd ever seen from a canine.  His head tilted to the side, floppy ears raised, eyes narrowing down to mere slits, while his mouth gaped open.

“Gender what?  Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about.  All I'm saying is that you keep saving yourself for some girlfriend, who has yet to appear, while you could be getting laid whenever you wanted.”

That struck another nerve, but this one was a lot less righteous indignation and a lot more teenage insecurity.

“I'm… working on it.  It's harder for me to find a girl who is… compatible, I guess.”

That was putting it politely.  I hadn't quite worked out the best way to find a girl who was into both boys and pussy.

“Yeah, and you couldn't even have sex with her anyway,” James said, like it was some obvious truth.

“I can absolutely have sex with a girl! You have no idea what you're talking about.”

“What? How?”

“You do know lesbians exist, right? I don't need a cock to have sex with a girl.”

“I guess.  It kinda seems like that doesn't really count as sex, ya know?”

“It absolutely counts,” I said, offering no further details.

We parted ways soon after that.  His building was just down the road, while my apartment was still a few blocks away.  I stewed the rest of the way home; not the best way to end a school day, but it wasn't really my choice either.  James was pretty thick-headed when it came to my particular situation, but I knew he meant well.  He was the only person, besides my parents, that even knew I was intersex.  That didn't make me any less mad at him, but I wasn't about to end our friendship over it either.

*****

I came home to an empty apartment.  That was nothing out of the ordinary; both my parents worked, so I'd been a latchkey cub for years.  It was lonely at first, but by the time I was twelve years old, I began to appreciate the privacy.  For the moment, however, I tried to focus on something a little more mundane, like homework.  At least, that was my intention.  

Factoring quadratic equations is boring at the best of times, and I could feel the frustration growing with every stroke of my pencil.  It wasn’t even hard, math was usually one of my better subjects, but I couldn’t focus.  I jumped up from the desk, pacing around the room in a vain attempt to burn off some nervous energy.  I stretched, did push-ups, and took a few minutes to check out my antlers in the mirror.  None of it helped.  Though, I did notice the very beginnings of a new point; I might be a five-point buck next year.  

It felt like I was going crazy.  I flopped onto my bed with a sigh.  It really was no mystery what was wrong; I was horny as hell.  James had been a tiny bit correct earlier; I wasn’t in a rut, but autumn did seem to kick my already powerful libido up a notch.  I had the sex drive of a buck and the equipment of a doe; that mismatch only served to send a whole load of conflicting desires my way.  I felt the gentle swelling of my pussy lips, and a squishy warmth inside.  I was already wet, and as much as I wanted to ignore those feelings, my body demanded attention.  

With a sigh of resignation, I started to strip.  I hated being different than other boys, and this somehow felt like admitting defeat.  A few hours of privacy remained, so I got totally naked.  I let a hand wander towards my groin, unable to hold back a moan as my fingers made contact with my sex.  Deer don't have very complex female genitalia, at least compared to some other species.  The white fur around my pussy was sparse, and the thin pink lips were easy to see.  I rubbed around the top, where they came to a point, stimulating my clit and giving in to the waves of pleasure that radiated outward.  

I kept going like that for a while, kneading my clit, feeling the tingling bliss build into something greater.  A different desire started to intrude, though, something I desperately tried to suppress.  To my great shame, I felt a growing need to be filled.  I hated it, but there was no denying I wanted it.  The pleasurable sensations I was rubbing out plateaued, and I became trapped mere inches from release.  I stroked harder, I twisted my body, I rolled onto my front and stuck my ass up in the air, all in an attempt to get over that hump.  But to no avail.

“Fuck!” I yelled into the empty apartment.

I sighed loudly and gave into temptation yet again.  Hopping off the bed, I walked over to my dresser and started rooting around in the underwear drawer.  Near the back, under a pile of boxer briefs, was a small unmarked bag.  I pulled it out and opened it, staring at the silicon dildo inside.  It was supposed to be molded from a real deer cock, with a long red shaft that tapered down to a small, bulbous tip.  That’s why I bought it in the first place, justifying it to myself by claiming I only wanted to see what a regular buck had between their legs.  But it didn't take long before I found out what a regular buck felt like between my legs.

So there I was again, laying on my back, legs wide open, rubbing the tip of that dildo against the lips of my pussy.  I felt myself twitching involuntarily, like I was trying to pull it right up in there on instinct alone.  I dragged it through the moisture around my entrance, lubricating the top of the toy before committing to anything more.  It was easy enough to think of reasons not to go any further.  But they all paled in comparison to the fact that deep down, I really wanted it.

With steady pressure on the toy's flat base, I slowly sank those seven inches of fake deer cock inside my pussy.  It was glorious, as good as I remembered and more.  Feeling my body stretch around that firm shaft was so satisfying, like I found the missing piece of a puzzle.  My eyes squeezed shut, and I let out a little squeal of joy as it bottomed out inside me.  I could feel my pussy clenching around the invading toy, and it pushed me that last inch over the line.

Climax was coming.  The pleasure built up quickly now that I was getting fucked.  There was no time to waste; I pulled the dildo out a few inches before slamming it back inside, all the while rubbing my clit in frantic little circles.  My jaw clenched as the tingling in the pit of my stomach blossomed into a burning ball of ecstasy.  My hips lifted off the bed, my entire body pulled taut, like the string of a musical instrument.  Then the tension gave way, and I was flung headlong into a screaming climax.

“F-fuck! Oh! Uggggh…”

Grunts and groans squeezed their way out of my throat; my entire body arched into the air, eyes snapping shut as the feelings overwhelmed my senses.  I clamped down around the dildo, straining harder since I had something to squeeze against, fingers cramped and frozen against my clit.  A dozen spasms later, I crashed back down onto the bed, all the energy in my limbs evaporating as the climax waned.  I only had enough control to turn onto my side and curl into a ball, coming down slowly and riding out the last few waves of orgasm in relative calm.

I laid there for what seemed like hours, panting like a dog, twitching with the occasional aftershock.  My emotions were a whirlwind, shame and satisfaction both wrestling for dominance.  I hated indulging those desires, but I loved doing it so much.  Rolling into a sitting position, I started putting things back to normal.  My pussy still tingled as I pulled the dildo out.  It left a weird sort of emptiness, which only served to make me feel even guiltier about giving into temptation.  That stupid toy was absolutely soaked with my arousal, and it needed to be cleaned before I put it away.  There was a decent-sized wet spot on my sheets as well.  I cursed silently, adding laundry to my mental list of chores.

One shower and a trip to the laundry room later, I was sitting at my desk in a pair of boxer shorts.  Math homework taunted me still, but once again my mind was somewhere else.  This time it wasn’t sex or guilt about wanting sex.  It was James.  I’d screamed at my best friend for merely suggesting I was horny.  But after fucking my self into an incoherent mess, I couldn’t honestly disagree with him.

I grabbed my phone, an old-style flip-phone but it was all I needed, and checked for messages.  Nothing.  That wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it meant I needed to buck-up and make the first move.  I tapped out a quick text with practiced ease.

>Hey sorry about earlier

There was no response for a few minutes, and I waited nervously, hooves bouncing against the carpeted floor.  A loud buzz nearly made me jump, and I immediately checked the message.

>>nah dude dont worry about it

I let out a sigh of relief and replied.

>I was an asshole and you were right anyway

>>lol i knew you were just horny
>>what you jerk off and feel that post nut guilt

>Your such a perv
>Maybe

>>lmao called it

We chatted back and forth, shit-talking and joking around like usual.  I felt way better afterward.  The rest of the afternoon passed easily; I even managed to finish my algebra homework.  Mom came home around seven, and Dad a little after that, so I threw on some actual clothes, and we had dinner together as a family.

*****

School the next day passed slowly, as usual, and I did my best to keep from picking a fight with anyone, even Brandon.  That proved to be a formidable challenge, however.  By lunchtime, I was clenching my jaw whenever someone looked at me funny.  And afternoon classes dragged on forever.  During last period, just the sound of a pencil tapping on a nearby desk felt like a jackhammer against my skull.

As soon as the final bell rang, I jumped out of my seat, racing into the hall and yanking my jacket and a couple textbooks out of my locker before bolting out the nearest door.  Being outside seemed to help, the cool fall air eased some of my tension.  I waited for James, taking a few laps around the front of the school.  Five minutes later, I saw a familiar black labrador among a sea of students and jogged over.

“Hey Charley, what's up? You doing okay?” he asked.

I heard the wariness in his voice and felt another pang of guilt about yesterday.

“I'm… not great.  That place feels like a prison; I thought I was going to explode”

“That place is a prison, so you're not wrong,” James said, his tail wagging again.

“Do you mind if we get outta here now? I think walking it off might help.”

He nodded and we headed home, but an uncomfortable silence hung in the air.  It was easy to apologize through text, but face-to-face was a lot harder.  

A few blocks passed before I finally gathered enough courage to say, “Hey, umm, sorry again about yelling at you and stuff the other day.”

James waved a paw in front of his face.  “Dude, I already told you; it's no big deal.”

“No, really.  It’s like… I dunno.  I feel like I’m going crazy sometimes, but I still shouldn't take it out on you.”

Then James said, “Well… you weren’t wrong.  Not really.  I thought a lot about your… situation, and I realized I don’t understand.”

“Wait, what?” I asked.

I saw his ears fold backward, and he stammered out, “Y-yeah, exactly.  I have no idea what it’s like for you or what you’re dealing with.  So, maybe all that stuff I said was really mean or stupid or something, and I didn’t even know it.”

“Oh.”

I never took James as the contemplative type; that argument must have really gotten to him.

“It's cool.  I can't expect you to know everything.  I barely understand it sometimes,” I replied.

I saw his tail wagging, and he said, “Thanks.  Hey, do you know how to do that chemistry homework?  I am totally lost in that class.”

“Chemistry? Wait, I thought…” I stopped dead, rooting around in my backpack, a sense of dread creeping up as I searched.  “Fuck!  I forgot all about that.  I gotta go back to school and grab my textbook.”

“Wow, you really are out of it.  I've never seen you forget about homework,” James said.  “Listen, I have my textbook; come over to my place and we can do it together.”

“Right, cool, that works.  Thanks,” I said, panic melting away.  

We walked the rest of the way to his building, chatting happily; it felt good to fall back into a familiar routine.  Climbing the five flights of stairs to his apartment felt less good, but eventually he threw open the front door and we piled inside.  

“Mom, I'm home!” he called out, adding, “And Charley's here too!”

I took off my coat, tossing it onto the back of their couch, and James kicked off his shoes by the door.  We waited a moment for his Mom, but there was no response.

James wandered into the kitchen and I followed a few steps behind.  He looked at a little magnetic whiteboard on the fridge and read aloud, “Going shopping after work, be home late -Mom”. Turning towards me he added, “Looks like we've got the place to ourselves.  Want something to drink?”

I nodded and he tossed me a soda.  We made our way to his room, dumping our backpacks on the floor.  The bedroom screamed teenage boy.  Posters of fast cars and hot girls lined the walls, a few piles of dirty clothes dotted the floor, and a set of unused weights lay by the closet.  A slight mustiness of wet dog hung in the air, along with a tang of what I assumed was dried cum.  James flopped onto his bed, twin mattress squeaking under the weight.  I collapsed onto a nearby chair, sipping my cola and making a mental list of work for the night.  

“You wanna get started on that chemistry?” I asked.  

“What, are you in a hurry to get somewhere?” James asked.  

He picked up a basketball off the floor and tried, unsuccessfully, to spin it on the end of his finger.

“No, no…” I lied.  “I just don’t want to waste any time.”

“I thought you’re always home alone after school? We can hang out for a bit.”

“Y-yeah, you’re right.  But I like to get work outta the way first.  You know, so it’s not hanging over my head,” I said, grabbing my stuff.  “You mind throwing me the textbook?”

“Sure, sure…” James said, dropping the ball and rooting around in his backpack.  

I moved the chair over to his desk, pushing a small pile of candy wrappers off his secondhand laptop before placing it to the side to clear a spot.  I felt even hornier than before; my whole body was more sensitive, and the desire to rub myself was almost overwhelming.  I squeezed my legs together, trying to alleviate some of the throbbing, but that only made it worse.  I stifled a moan, letting out a quiet huff instead.  

A quiet “Ah-hem,” yanked me back to the present.  “Calling Charley…"

I whipped around and saw him standing right next to me, holding a chemistry textbook in his outstretched paw with an amused smirk forming on his muzzle.

“Right, t-thanks…” I mumbled, taking the book and flipping to the correct chapter.

James dragged another chair over, plopping down beside me, and said, “I know why you’re so anxious to get home.”

I kept my eyes focused on the book and replied, “I’m not-”

“You gotta jerk off.”

My heart pounded in my chest, and I scribbled out the first question furiously, keeping my eyes pointed down at the desk.  “S-shut up.  I just wanna get this finished.  So anyway, stoichiometry…”

“How do you do it, anyway?” James asked.

“It’s easy.  You balance the elements on both sides of the reaction and-” I explained.

“No, not that.  I mean, how do you jerk off?”

“Dude! What the fuck!?” I shot back, whipping around to look him in the eye.

“What? I always wondered how girls do it.  I know you’re not a girl, but you have the same equipment.”

I heard the blood pounding in my ears and said, “That’s… personal.  Are you gonna tell me how you jerk off?”

“I like doing it laying down, rubbing my sheath until I get hard.  Then I usually squeeze my knot with the left paw and stroke my cock with the right.  When I bust, I do it into some tissues or something; cause if I get jizz in my fur, it's impossible to get out.”

“Oh…” I mumbled.  “I didn’t expect you to actually tell me.”

“It’s not a big deal, everybody does it.”

“I guess that's true…  Umm, well, I sorta start by rubbing my lips together, squeezing against my clit and stuff,” I said, blushing under my fur, feeling almost lightheaded with embarrassment.

“Do you get wet? I heard girls get wet instead of getting hard,” James asked, his voice getting deep.

“Y-yeah.  It feels kinda… squishy and tingly between my legs.  It makes everything really slippery down there,” I said, squeezing my legs together again, feeling some of that wetness drip into my underwear.

James leaned closer and asked, “Do you ever put your fingers inside? What’s it feel like in there?”

“Uh-huh,” I answered.  “It feels cool, really warm and soft, but…”

“What?” James said.

“This is so embarrassing; I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” I said, looking away.  Every instinct was telling me to run from danger, but I stayed planted in my seat, hooves bouncing against the carpet.

“Charley, you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but you told me you had a pussy when we were twelve.  I can’t think of anything more embarrassing than that, but you didn’t back down.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.  Ok so I, uhh, don’t always use my fingers; I have this toy…” I continued, looking at James again.

His eyes got big, ears perking up, and he said, “You have a dildo!? Where’d you get it?”

“I saved up and bought it online with a prepaid card, then shipped it to a pick-up locker so my parents wouldn’t accidentally open it.”

I saw the gears turning in his head, and James replied, “Oh wow… That's really smart.  Do you think I could buy one of those pocket pussies the same way?  They got these ones that look like a canine girl…”

I laughed and said, “You’re such a horndog.  I bet you’d bury your bone in anything.”

James quirked an ear up, pondering the question for a moment, and replied, “I mean… yeah, pretty much.  Are you saying you don’t wanna get laid?  Cause I know that’s bullshit.”

I sighed but didn’t want to lie to him.  “Yeah of course I do, but it's a lot more complicated for me.  Even if I was desperate enough to try something with a guy, I don't want anyone finding out that I'm...  different.”

“Well, you told me,” James replied.

“Yeah, but that's my point.  We were friends for years before I told you, and even then, I was still scared outta my mind that you’d hate me.”

“No, I mean… If you wanted to try it with a guy, and I already know about your secret…”

It took me a few moments to process those words.  My jaw hung open as I tried to respond, misfiring multiple times before I managed to get something approaching speech out.

“Are you… Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked, hardly believing the words as I said them.

James squirmed in his seat, ears folded back against his skull.  “No!  Well, ok not no, but…” he stammered.  “I want to have sex, you know like, at all; I just thought, maybe we could… S-sorry, nevermind.  I shouldn’t have said anything.”

I wanted to be angry, or offended, or even disgusted.  But I wasn’t.  I was more turned on than ever before.  My breath was hot and my face felt flush.  I started imagining new possibilities that were exciting and scary in equal measure.

“Oh.  That’s… not a bad idea.”

“It's not?” James asked, ears perking up.

“Well, I wanna try having sex too, and that would be a good way to… practice.  Just try it out together, so we know what to do.”

“Yeah, of course.  That makes sense,” James added.

“We can keep things simple, don’t have to worry about being all romantic and stuff.  We’re just… helping out a friend.  And I trust that you’re not gonna tell anybody.”

“Totally! I would never,” James said, sitting up straighter with his tail wagging behind him.

“And we're different species, so I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

“Good point—wait, you can get pregnant?”

“Umm, maybe.  I’m not like, a hundred percent sure, but it might be possible.  Like I said though, it’s not a problem for us.”

“Cool.  So, you wanna do it?” he asked, leaning forward eagerly.

Before that moment, I’d never even considered having sex with James.  But the desire that’d been building inside me all day, all month even, reached a crescendo.  I could think of nothing except sex; my entire lower half burned with need, and the cure was sitting right in front of me.

“I think… That sounds like a pretty good idea.”

“Cool!” James said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m getting undressed?  I thought you wanted to-”

“What, now!?” I squeaked.

“Well, yeah?  I mean, my Mom is gonna be out for a while, so we've got privacy, and your parents aren't expecting you home.  I know we both wanna do it; you're so horny, you can barely sit still.”

“…fuck am I really that obvious?" I groaned.

“Nah dude, I just noticed you squeezing your legs together, and I know you have a vagina, so…”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm horny.  You caught me.”

“I don't wanna pressure you or anything,” James said, stuffing his paw back into his sleeve.  “If you're not ready, it's not a problem.”

“No…” I replied, watching his face fall.  “You're right, let's do it."

James jumped out of his chair, whipping his shirt off again and throwing it towards one of the various piles of laundry on the floor.  His tail swept a large arc behind him, wagging faster than I'd ever seen.  His paws fumbled with his belt briefly, yanking it open and letting his pants fall into a pile around his bare foot-paws, before kicking that away as well.  He was left in nothing but a pair of white boxers, which stood in stark contrast to his otherwise black fur.  Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, James looked up at me again.

“Come on dude, get naked.  We can't do it with our clothes on.”

“Yeah.  I-I know.  It's just… Do you mind going first?  I've never let anyone else see me before,” I stammered.

“It's cool, I gotta do this in gym class four days a week.  How'd you manage to get out of that, by the way?”

James pushed his shorts down slowly, letting them roll past his groin with an unhurried ease.  I watched out of the corner of my eye as his dark-furred privates came into view.  

“Doctor's note,” I said, trying to sound casual.  “No gym class, but I gotta take an extra language.  Ancient Wolven, it's pretty boring.”

“That's funny, you probably speak it better than me; I only know a couple words.” Gesturing downward with his paw he added, “So? What do you think?”

Even though I wasn't attracted to other guys, I still had a healthy curiosity about their equipment.  I suppose it was pretty normal to be interested, since I lacked a set of my own.  His sheath was dark like the rest of him, with a tuft of thicker fur sitting above it and a pair of low hanging balls underneath.

“You look… cool,” I said.

“What, is that it?” he asked, tail curling between his legs.  “Kinda making me feel inadequate here…”

“S-sorry,” I added quickly.  “I've never seen another guy's… stuff before.  I don't know what to say.  You do look cool, though.  You have a lot of pubic fur and your, umm, balls are bigger than I expected.”

My ears felt like they were burning, and I flicked them backward in total embarrassment.  But his tail started wagging again, and I managed to relax as well.

“T-thanks,” James said.  “I guess you wanna see my dick next?  You know, if we're gonna do stuff, or whatever.”

“Umm, sure.  If you’re ok with that,” I replied.

James nodded, gripping his plump sheath and rubbing it up and down.  A bit of pink was already peeking from the top, but a few seconds later his shaft started to slide out further.  It was shiny and narrow, and a lot different than I expected.  Every stroke made it grow larger, until he pulled his sheath down all the way and a lump at the base popped out.

“What the hell?  Why is it so… swollen at the bottom?” I asked.

“That’s my knot.  Every canine boy has one, it’s kind of our thing,” James replied, wrapping his fingers below it.  It started to grow even larger, expanding to the size of his fist before my eyes.  His cock seemed to get a little bit larger as well, clear fluid leaking out of the narrow tip as it throbbed between his fingers.

“But… why?  And how does that even fit inside someone?  Deer guys don’t have anything like that.”

“It’s to make sure the girl gets pregnant when you have sex.  It gets real big and locks you together, so the sperm can’t leak out,” James said, squeezing his dick a little tighter.  “But it’s not supposed to get this big before you put it inside; it would never fit that way.  I just figured that, since your parts aren’t really built for knotting, it would be a bad idea to try.”

I stared openly at the giant bulge.  That thing looked huge, and I could not help but feel pity for any girl that might someday have that inside her.

“Well I appreciate the thought, because no way is something like that getting inside me.”

“Speaking of which…” James said.  “It’s kinda your turn now…”

“Yeah, sure, right,” I muttered, lifting my paws to my shirt.

I fumbled with the buttons, blunt hooved nails slipping against the thin plastic.  I finally managed to undo the last one, only to glance up and see James looking at me.  I clutched at the open sides of my shirt, holding them closed.

“Quit staring at me like that…” I said.

“Like what?” James asked.

“I dunno, like that.  Like you’re checking me out or something.”

“Dude, I’m not checking you out!” James shot back.  “But, like, I wanna see.  We’re gonna have sex, so what’s the big deal.”

“I dunno…  It just feels weird.”

James nodded and said, “I getcha.  Do you want me to turn around or something?”

“N-no.  I gotta do this,” I said, pulling my shirt off and throwing it to the side.  

I unhooked my pants next, slipping my tail out of the rear opening and letting them drop into a loose pile around my hooves.  Kicking them away, I was left wearing nothing but my boxer briefs.  I gripped the waistband with both paws, holding tight but unable to take the final step.  

Logically, I knew James was trustworthy; he wasn't going to make fun of me or kick the shit out of me for being different.  But until that moment, I'd spent my entire life trying to avoid this exact situation.  Being seen naked by another boy was my worst nightmare come to life, and I'd volunteered to do just that.  All of my instincts were blaring one thing: Run.  Flee from danger and never look back.

But I didn't.  

I was tired of being afraid.  I shoved my underwear down with all my strength, pushing it to my hooves in a single motion and kicking it out of arm's reach.  Standing up straight, I folded my arms across my chest and stood naked in front of another boy for the first time in my life.

James stared at my groin, eyes the size of saucers, blinking slowly while his mouth hung open.

"Whoa dude, that's so weird!"

Fucking. James.

"Really man!?  That's the first thing you say to me?"

He glanced up at me, panic creeping across his face, and stammered, "Shit!  No, I don't mean, like, you're weird or anything.  Just like… the whole situation… is not something I'm used to.  That's all."

I let out a huff; he was a terrible liar but I had to give him a little credit for trying.

"Yeah, I guess this is pretty weird.  I’m used to seeing myself, but this is all brand new for you."

This was all brand new for me too, but as I watched James's shoulders relax and his tail start wagging slowly, I knew he was trying his best.

"So, like, what do you have down there, anyway?
 
“What do you mean?  I’m naked; go ahead and look.”

James titled his head back and forth, squinting and practically turning upside down in the process.

“I don’t really see anything.  You just sorta look like a guy without a dick.”

I frowned at that description but he wasn’t actually wrong, so I kept quiet.

He continued, “Can you like, sit down on the bed?  I can probably get a better look that way.”

“Uh… yeah, sure,” I said, fighting hard to keep my voice from cracking.

I sat on his bed, trying to act like this was all perfectly normal and that my heart wasn’t trying to leap into my throat.  Placing my butt on the edge of the mattress, I leaned back onto my hands and spread my legs open, a hundred thoughts bouncing around inside my head like angry bees.  

I am showing my pussy to my best friend. This is his bed. We are about to have sex on his bed. I am gonna fuck another guy. Why am I so turned on by this?

I had plenty of time to slowly drive myself insane as James knelt a few feet away, looking like he was about to defuse a bomb.  Even with all my own worries, I had to take pity on the canine boy.  

“Y-you can move closer if you want.  I don’t mind.”

“Right, yeah, cool,” he replied, shuffling forward on his knees.  Swallowing hard, he took a long, silent look at my exposed privates, while I tried my best to tamp down on a panic attack.

When he didn’t say anything after a full minute, I gathered up the last of my resolve and asked, “S-so?  What do you think?”

That seemed to snap James out of his trance and his eyes locked onto mine.  He replied, “Uhh, it’s cool.  You’re uhh… really pink down there?”

I actually laughed out loud.  I don’t know what I expected him to say, but that was not it.  His eyes went wide for a moment, before a smile spread across his muzzle.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” I said, shaking my head and letting out another quiet chuckle.  

“Sorry, I don’t really know what to say.  I’ve never seen a naked girl in real life before,” he said, quickly adding, “Not that you’re a girl!  I just mean-”

“It’s fine, I know what you mean.”

James nodded and continued, “I guess, I thought you’d look more complicated down there or something.  I know canine girls have spades that like, stick out, and get all puffy…  But you just kinda have a slit.”

“Oh.  I don’t really know much about canines or anything but… Did you, umm, want me to show you how mine works?” I asked, ears burning.

“Y-yeah…” he said, his voice breathy and light.

“Ummm, so, I guess start with the basics." I placed two fingers at the top of my groin and spread the pointed tip of my pussy.  "T-this is my clit.  It's really sensitive and it, uhh, feels really good when I rub it."

I could not believe those words actually came out of my mouth.  James didn't say anything but I heard him let out a long, slow huff as his eyes locked onto my button.  I had the sudden desire to start playing with myself, but shook that thought away quickly.

I brought my other hand down as well, moving lower and placing my hooved fingers against the lips of my pussy.  I could almost feel the tension in the air.  James was leaning forward, nostrils flaring, as he came even closer in between my outstretched legs.  It took me a good twenty seconds to finally build up the courage, but swallowing hard, I opened myself up.

"And this is… my pussy."

With a low groan, I heard James mutter, "Oh fuck."

He was panting now, tongue hanging out of his mouth, and even I knew that meant he was turned on.  Canine boys were a little obvious with their body language.

"It looks really shiny, almost wet.  Oh… you're actually wet," he said, lifting his head to look me in the face.  "O-oh shit.  You're wet; that means you're horny, doesn't it?"

Those words should have struck me dead on the spot from embarrassment.  But there wasn't even a hint of mockery in his tone.  Instead I heard something else; he sounded hungry.

"I'm so fucking horny right now.”

James smiled, his tail sweeping wildly behind him and simply replied, "Cool."

The labrador boy started sniffing, his dark wet nose flaring as he continuously inhaled.  “Fuck dude, you smell so good down there.”

“You just gotta make this weird, don’t you?” I replied, rolling my eyes.

He looked up from between my legs and said, “What?  I’m a canine, we got a good sense of smell.”

“Yeah, yeah.  I happen to know my sense of smell is just as good as yours but I’m not saying shit like that.”

He winced and tucked his tail between his legs.  Great, now I was being the awkward one.  

“So uhh, did you want to touch me, you know, down there?” I quickly added.

“S-sure.  Yeah,” he said, extending his paw haltingly toward my pussy.

His paw pad touched my lips and I sucked a breath between my teeth.

“Are you ok?” he asked, holding dead still and looking up from between my legs.

“Yeah, just… not used to someone else touching me.  It’s fine though, keep going.”

It was so strange.  I’d touched myself down there more times than I could remember, but the feel of someone else was totally different.  He only made the lightest of contact, but the warmth of his paw, and the fact that I never knew what he was going to do next, meant even that much had me writhing.

“Oh yeah, fuck that feels good,” I gasped.  “Do it harder, touch my clit.”

I could not believe I actually said that to my best friend, but I was way past being embarrassed anymore.  James tried to follow my directions, but it wasn’t enough.  He was treating me like some kind of delicate flower, which was almost adorable, but I needed more and that and wasn’t going to cut it.

“Stick your finger in me.”

He froze, staring up at me with a look of absolute terror.

“A-are you sure-”

I grabbed his wrist and moved it into place, pressing his finger tip against my opening.

“Please,” I whined, pushing my hips up against him.

He swallowed hard and started sinking his digit into my pussy.  It was agonizingly slow, I could feel every millimeter as he slid into my body, but fuck it was amazing.  His finger was a little thinner than the base of my dildo, but finally having something spread me open was like being able to breathe again; the relief was immeasurable.

“Yeah, that’s it.  Now go in and out,” I said.

James followed my instructions, and I threw my head back and gasped as I was finger fucked for the first time.  He was hardly an expert, in fact he was barely moving a full inch back and forth, but it still felt like my body was lighting up inside.  After a minute of timid stimulation, I wanted nothing more than to shove his entire paw into my pussy.

"Fuck… that feels good," I gasped.

My legs opened wider all on their own, knees pulling back to hover above my belly, as I lost myself to the pleasure.  I felt mad with lust, my body was crying out to be filled and I knew just how to make that happen.

"James, mmph, stop…" I moaned.  He froze and he stared at me expectantly.  "Enough fingers.  Put it in me."

"Do you mean…"

"Fuck me."

James nodded, taking his paw away and leaving me feeling more empty than ever before.  I watched as he swallowed hard, eyes wide, breath coming in shallow huffs.  He looked absolutely terrified.  But as he rose, the throbbing red cock between his legs left no question whether he was ready.  

Moving painfully slowly, James positioned himself awkwardly between my upturned legs.  He kept an odd distance, seemingly afraid to make contact with my body.  But after a few moments of trial and error, I felt something hot and hard press against my groin.

“Oh shit, I can feel your dick,” I gasped.

“But you said-” James stammered.

“It’s fine.  I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”  Biting my bottom lip, I added, “You can keep going.”

James nodded.  His face was a mask of concentration as he took hold of his cock and moved it into position.  He stared down to where our bodies touched for a good while.  I wanted to yell at him to get on with it; the teasing was driving me crazy.  But this was his first time too, and I didn't want to rush anything.  

After what seemed like an eternity, James placed his paws flat on the bed beside my hips and thrust forward.  He proceeded to slip out instantly and slide along the outside of my pussy.

"S-sorry," he stammered, grabbing himself to line up again.

Then he pushed forward and poked between my butt cheeks.

"Damn it.  I thought this was supposed to be the easy part…" he said, pulling back to try again.

"Do you want some help?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorry.  I just… I dunno what I'm doing wrong,"

"S'ok.  I'm a little more experienced with my parts, that's all."

I reached down, taking hold of a dick for the first time ever.  It was hot, like actually, literally hot to the touch.  He was squirting little clear jets of something, and it was soaking into the fur of my paw.  But the most surprising thing was how soft and hard it was at the same time, like silk wrapped around an iron rod.  I placed the tapered tip of his cock against my pussy, and looked up at James.

“H-here. Try now.”

Then he pushed forward and slipped inside me.  It was nothing like I imagined; my entire lower body was on fire with the most amazing feelings.  I thought my toy at home would have prepared me for this moment, but James was a lot different than a deer.  He was thicker, a lot thicker, and I felt every single inch of him stretch me open as he slid inside.

I gasped, slamming my eyes shut and tossing my head back against the bed.  I grabbed at the sheets and balled them up in my fists, whimpering as the feelings threatened to overwhelm me.  His cock was so hot and so hard and so good.  He’d barely even pushed inside and I was already worried my dildo would never satisfy me again.

He came to a stop about halfway in, but I didn’t even notice until James spoke up.

“S-sorry!  I didn’t mean to hurt you, Charley!”

I looked up, blinking away the sparkles in front of my eyes, to see his dark furred face staring down at me.  His ears were pinned back against his head, eyes practically bugging out.

“What?  No, shit, it feels amazing.  Fuck, it feels so good.  You’d better not stop.”

His muzzle pulled into a goofy grin, and he gave a quick thrust of his hips.  I grunted and whimpered as he started fucking for real.  His fat knot slapped against my lips, banging into my clit and driving me wild with every thrust, but staying firmly outside.  I was stretched open as his cock hilted inside me over and over again.  My hips rose off the bed on their own, pushing back and trying to feel that hot bone tease my pussy even harder with every thrust.

I gasped again, slapping my hand over my muzzle to keep from moaning out loud.  That only managed to turn my voice into a long whimper, and there was no way to control my mouth as James started to pick up speed.  He wasn’t doing much better, huffing and whining as he humped with uneven but enthusiastic thrusts.  While I was flat on my back, writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy, James was on his knees beside the bed, his back straight as a board and paws trying to hold onto the edge of the mattress for leverage.

“Fuck… oh shit dude… so good… fuck…” he moaned, slightly less eloquent than usual.

My legs didn’t want to stay tucked up above my chest any longer, and the rocking motion of the bed wasn’t helping either.  They slipped down and seemed to naturally rest on James' hip.  Without really thinking about it, I wrapped them around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper inside.  James whined again, leaning forward as his legs seemed to falter.  He stopped humping, breathing in deep huffs and swallowing hard as he looked down at me.

“S-sorry… gotta cramp…” he winced, rubbing the side of his leg.

“Oh.  You wanna keep going?” I asked, hopefully.

“Yes! Absolutely! …just gimme a second.”

It was absolutely bizarre talking to James while he had his cock inside me.  But even though the whole situation was surreal, I didn’t want it to end.

“Try leaning forward a little,” I offered.  “Sitting up straight like that looks kinda uncomfortable.”

“Ok, yeah.  Good idea,” James replied.  

He swallowed again and slid his paws up the bed until they were beside my chest, his upper body moving forward with them.  He was over top of me, and I was looking up into his face.

“B-better?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

“Yeah, a lot.  Sorry if this is a bit awkward, being this close and everything,” James said.

“It’s fine,” I replied, not really sure if I was telling the truth.  “We’re having sex, kinda hard not be be close.”

A big smile lit up his face, and James said, “We are having sex, aren’t we?  Is it cool if I start moving again?”

“Dude, if you don’t start fucking me, I’m gonna scream.”

He drove his hips forward, burying himself inside me even deeper than before.  Something about this new position was letting him hit different places, and I saw stars in front of my eyes.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my arms shooting out and wrapping around his back.  

James didn’t seem to mind, he was busy humping against me even faster than before.  It should have been strange, having a boy over top of me, grunting and straining as he drove his cock into me.  But it felt so fucking good that I didn’t even care.  I just closed my eyes and moaned, hooking my feet behind James’ thighs while he pumped like a dog possessed.  

I could barely focus anymore.  It was all I could do not to cry out as we fucked, my back arching and my hands grabbing onto his fur.  The awkwardness from before was gone, and we were like a well oiled sex machine.  The rest of the world no longer existed; it was just the two of us making each other feel amazing.

James started huffing a little louder, his thrusts coming harder than before, and he grunted, "Too good… oh fuck, dude… I'm gonna cum!"

I was teetering on the edge myself.  I felt the tension building up until I could barely even push back against his body.  I just needed one last push to get there.

"Do it!" I grunted back.  "Cum inside me, I want to feel it!"

That set him off.  James grabbed onto me, paws wrapping around my shoulders as he threw his entire body weight into each thrust.  He buried his muzzle into the mattress next to my face, whining and whimpering as he worked.  

Without even thinking, my hand clapped onto his ass, doing their best to spur him on.  I felt his tempo go wild, hips becoming a blur as he jackhammered my pussy.  Then he drove forward like never before, burying cock as deep as possible and grunting right into my ear.

"Ugh ugh mphh ohhh ahh ahhh oooooh…"

I actually felt his cock throbbing and kicking inside me.  I couldn't feel his squirts, but there was an unmistakable rush of warmth as he emptied himself inside me.

That was all I needed.  My climax welled up from somewhere deep inside, crashing over top of me like never before.  It was like a string of explosions, each one knocking me senseless before setting off an even bigger shock wave right after.  My arms and legs locked up, practically crushing James against me as my back arched so hard it lifted us both off the bed.

"Oh ohhh ohhhh aaaaaaah AAAAAHHH!"

I was screaming, louder than I ever yelled before, powerless to stop.  My vision actually started to go fuzzy as I spasmed and clamped around that steel hard cock inside me, and all I could hear was a dull roar in my ears.  

Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, the feelings began to ebb.  The mind numbing ecstasy faded down into a manageable bliss, and I trembling slowed until I could finally feel myself panting.  My arms and legs felt like putty, just loosely wrapped around James.

I blinked.  I almost forgot about James.  I realized he was laying on top of me, his chest heaving while he panted next to my face.

"Ugh you're kinda crushing me," I grunted, barely able to speak.

"S-sorry," he groaned, sitting up on his elbows and hovering over me.

He didn't look at me, keeping his eyes to the side instead.  After a few seconds of silence he muttered, "I'll, uh, get off you."

He sat back, moving into an upright position, glancing at my face for an instant before reaching down to where we were still connected.  Taking hold on his cock, he drew back slowly, pulling himself free of my pussy.  We both sucked in a breath as he popped out, overly sensitive after our rather enthusiastic time together.

For possibly the first time ever, I couldn't read his expression.  His lips were neutral, ears pulled high, while his eyes darted everywhere except me.  My head was still swimming with the afterglow of sex, but even then I still knew he seemed off.

"That was… umm… really fun," I said.  "I'm really, really glad we did that."

"You are?" he asked, still sounding hesitant.

"Hell yeah.  That was the fucking amazing.  Didn't you like it?"

James broke out into a goofy smile, he said, "Dude that was the greatest thing I've ever done in my entire life!  Holy shit, I had no idea sex was gonna be that good.  I'm just sorry we didn't try this before!"

I grinned, pulling myself up into a sitting position and stretching.

"Hey, guess what?" I said.  "We're not virgins anymore."

"No kidding, dude.  Though I'm not sure I wanna tell anybody about my first time."

I shot him a serious look and said, "You better not!"

He waved his paw at me and said, "Pfft, relax.  You know I'm not gonna do that.  Not like it matters though; if you scream like that every time, the whole damn building is gonna know."

I felt my tail flag and my ears start burning.  I had no idea I was a screamer, but there wasn't any point denying the obvious.

"Y-yeah, uhh, sorry.  That's never happened before."

James smiled before leaning forward, and saying, "It's cool.  I didn't expect that, but uhh…" then a little quieter he added, "it was actually really hot."

I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't help feeling a small thrill run up my spine.  I was about to tell him to keep that to himself when we heard a sound that chilled us to the bone.

In the quiet of the empty apartment, a set of keys started rattling in the front door.

"Shit!" James hissed, his eyes going wide. "Fuck, shit… uh… hide!"

He bounded to the other side of the room, snapping the door lock shut with a painfully loud thunk, and started grabbing his clothes from the floor.

I jumped off the bed, whipping my head around for a hiding place, when the front door opened.  I was just about to run into the closet when the feeling of something leaking down there stopped me cold in my tracks.  I quickly stuck my hand between my legs, trying to catch whatever the hell was coming out, and seeing cloudy drops dripping out of my pussy.

“Hi honey, you home?” his Mom called from the living room.

James had a pair of old boxers wrapped around his rapidly deflating cock, wiping himself clean.  He looked up toward the bedroom door and yelled back, “Yeah Mom!  Just, uhh, in my room.  Doing homework and stuff.”

I snapped my hooves in front of his face, grabbing his attention and pointing out my predicament.  “Your stuff is leaking out!” I said, as quietly as I could.

He froze, staring down at my messy paw and let out a long sigh, “Fuck that’s hot…”

“Focus!” I hissed, my hand rapidly becoming a sticky mess.

“Shit, sorry.  Uhh… here,” he said, grabbing a dirty sock off the floor and tossing it to me.  “Best I can do.”

I glowered at him, but pressed it against my pussy anyway.  This was the first time I’d ever actually used a cum sock, and was not totally sold on the idea.  I could still feel his stuff coming out of me and soaking the fabric as I waddled toward the closet.  James was just pulling on his pants and trying to stuff his half hard rocket inside when his Mom called out again.

“Is Charley in there with you?  I see his jacket out here.”

We looked at each other, freezing up and trying to think of some kind of excuse.  After a moment’s hesitation, James replied, “Y-yeah, Charley’s here.  We were just doing… uh… chemistry homework.”

I stared daggers at him, gritting my teeth before mouthing the words, “What the fuck!”

He shot me an apologetic look and mouthed back, “I don’t know!”

I grumbled at him a little more, before adding, “Hi Mrs. Nilsen!  I’m just showing him how to balance equations and stuff.”

“That’s nice,” she said. “Oh, I brought food home.  It’s kinda late, did you want to stay for dinner?”

“Sure, that sounds great,” I replied.

James stared at me, his paws wide open and imploring me “Why?”

It was my turn to mouth back “I don’t know!”

Hiding was out of the question now, which was probably for the best.  But that still left us with the major issue of what to actually do.  I figured getting dressed was a good first step, and started grabbing my discarded clothes off the floor.  I threw my shirt on, doing up the buttons as fast as I could, and pulled the sock away from my groin.  There was a huge wet spot on it, but it looked like the worst of the spillage was over.  I grabbed my boxers and started sliding them up my legs, when James stopped me.

“Dude, hold on.”

He dropped to his knees and stuck a paw into the gap between his bed frame and the wall.  Pulling back, he was holding what looked like a small spray can.

“Scent neutralizer.  Can’t go out there smelling like sex.”

I nodded and he blasted my crotch with a quick hiss of the stuff.  Then he pulled his own waistband open and sprayed himself.  I pulled my underwear and pants on, standing up and doing a quick check to make sure everything was on right.

“Missed a button,” James said, pointing to my shirt.

I glanced down and saw a misaligned part sticking out near my collar, and quickly fixed it.  Returning the favor, I looked him over and said, “Uhh… your shirt is inside out.”

“Shit…” he mumbled, pulling it over his head and quickly putting everything the right way around.

We gave each other one last check for presentability, then I said, “Next time we are doing this at my place, got it?”

He winced, before his face suddenly lit up.  Nodding eagerly, he replied, “Yeah! Sure, that’s cool with me!”

We headed to the door together and James unlocked it, wrapping his paw around the knob before letting out a sigh and saying, “Here goes nothing…”

We walked out together, trying to look as innocent as possible.  Mrs. Nilsen was in the kitchen, unpacking groceries as we came in.  James walked over to hug his Mom, while I waved at her from the other side of the room.  She was a golden labrador, so it was always a little weird seeing the contrast between mother and son.  But that’s just how canines work, I suppose.

“Well hello there, Charley.  I barely recognized you with those antlers.  You look so grown up!”

“Oh, ha, yeah they really came in this year.  The velvet only fell off a little while ago, I guess this is the first time you get to see them for real.”

I reached up to touch them out of instinct, running a hoof along the smooth surface.  But when I opened my hand, I felt the sticky mess of fur in my palm and snapped it closed.  I lowered my balled up fist to my side and tried to hide it behind my back without being conspicuous.

“Hey, uhh… I’m gotta go to the bathroom real quick,” I mumbled.  “Just be a minute.”

I backed away, trying not to run until I was in the hallway and out of sight.  I’d been over to their house plenty of times and knew where to go, bolting to the bathroom door.  Inside, I turned the faucet on full, grabbing the soap and doing my best to scrub my best friend’s sperm out of my fur.  James was right; it was nearly impossible to get out.  A few minutes of scouring later, things looked a lot less incriminating.  

While I had a moment of privacy, I pulled down my pants again, checking to make sure nothing more was leaking out.  Unfortunately, it looked like there were a few spots inside of my boxers and I grabbed a handful of toilet paper to clean up again.  I had no idea how long I was going to be dripping, eventually deciding just to stuff a little bit of wadded up paper against my hole and hope for the best.

Walking back into the main room, James was setting out plates on the kitchen table, while Mrs. Nilsen was cutting a pre-roasted chicken.  

She paused, looking up at me and saying, “Oh no, I forgot you’re a vegetarian!  I’m sorry, that totally slipped my mind.”

“It’s fine, uh, I’m not like a total vegetarian.  Deer can eat meat; we just don’t, usually.”

We all sat down together at the table and started eating, making small talk between mouthfuls of chicken and potatoes.  I was still a little on edge, but things seemed pretty normal.  I actually started to believe we got away with it.

“I’m glad you’re helping James with his homework,” his Mom said.  “He was struggling with math and chemistry, so it’s nice to have a little extra tutoring.”

“Mooooom,” he whined.

“It’s fine,” I said.  “Actually, he was helping me out today.  I forgot my textbook and James came to the rescue.”

“Oh wonderful.  You boys are such good friends.  I’m really glad you have each other.”

After swallowing another bite of food, she added, “So how long have you two been a couple?”

“I… I… that’s not… we didn’t…!” I stammered.

“M-mom! No! We’re not like… that!” James said.

“Boys.  Please.  Don’t lie to me.  I know I’m not a teenager anymore, but I haven’t lost my sense of hearing and my sense of smell.  You barely even tried to hide it.”

The walls felt like they were closing in around me.  My hands started shaking and had to put my palms flat on the table.

“I’m really happy for both of you.  I’ll admit, I sometimes wondered if there was a little something going on between you.  I understand you’re both growing up, and exploring your sexuality is a perfectly natural part of that.  Just make sure you’re being safe…”

“No, no, no, no… I’m not hearing that!” James said, covering his ears with his paws and shaking his head left and right.

Then turning to me, she added, “Oh, and don’t worry Charley.  Your secret is safe with me.”

James continued in vain to argue with his Mom, insisting that nothing happened, but she brushed his objections aside with worrying ease.  I sat staring at my plate, eventually giving up and grabbing my fork to spear another piece of chicken.  

So much for keeping it simple.


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