Something warm and furry scooted up next to me. I looked over at Logan and found him staring intently at the screen, his eyes wide with fear.	

	“Reeeeeeee!”
	“Ahhh! No! Noooooo!”
	“Ree! Ree! Reeeeee!”
	The sound of a chainsaw revving erupted from the television, nearly as loud as the screaming young woman on the ground.
	She reeled back in terror. “No! I'm too pretty to die!”
	“REEEEEEE!”
	The chainsaw roared as the screeching masked maniac lunged forward, driving his spinning chains into the flesh of the woman.
	
	Logan pressed himself as close to me as he could without sliding onto my lap. At first it had just been his hip, but now his leg pushed into mine and his foot sat nestled beneath my ankle. 
	The bushy fur of his tail brushed against my butt, so I let my own slide in his direction. His tail practically leaped toward mine, rubbing it a few times to make sure it was real before settling down against it.
	I smirked as he grinded against me, trying to get closer than physics would allow. “You scared?” 
	Silence.
	I turned to look at the screen, a little disappointed he hadn't answer. And not just because I wanted to tease him. Truthfully, I was scared too.
	Just... not as badly.
	This was the first time we'd ever been left in a house alone at night, and, of course, the first movie Logan had suggested we watch was the only movie in his parent's collection that was 'off-limits.'
	(According to his parents, it was too “psychologically damaging for kids our age.” Which wasn't even fair, since we weren't 'kids' anymore--we were teens.)
	The moment they'd left, we'd rushed to the living room, pushed the couch back, and set up a bunch of blankets and pillows on the tile floor. After a lot of deliberating and hyping ourselves up―really just trying to convince ourselves we could handle it―he finally slipped the disc into his blu-ray player and we started our little descent.
	We'd steadily grown closer to each other, like two ice climbers huddling together for warmth.
	I looked over at Logan again, wanting any excuse to take my eyes off the absolute horror show happening on the TV. His mouth hung slightly agape, and his jaw quivered in terror. The tall red and blond ears poking out of his head were pulled back and his green eyes were wide like mini-globes. They were locked on the screen, as if the lunatic would spring from the television and kill him next. He clutched the comforter we were sharing and pulled it all the way up to his chin.
	Logan was technically a red fox, though he looked more orange to me. I was an arctic fox, which basically meant I looked like Logan but had a less dominant snout, poofier ears, and a poofier coat of white fur. Like most foxes, we both had slim, light-weight builds.
	
	“Reeeeeee!” The masked lunatic jumped from a hallway and buried his chainsaw into the back of a young jock, who'd just completed making a speech on how he was done 'taking anymore shit from some masked psychopath.'
	
	“Ah!” Logan jumped in place and pushed against me. 
	“Jeez!” I took a few deep breaths, more scared from his reaction than from the movie.
	I watched as the masked lunatic murdered the jock and then chased a girl through the two story house. She'd managed to get past him and hide, and now he was stalking her through a dark hallway, one eerily similar to the one in Logan's house..
	Logan's hand landed on my thigh and gripped it. It shook furiously, along with the rest of him. The sides of our torsos pressed together and his head pressed against my shoulder. It was the closest we'd ever been.
	Any further and he really would be on my lap.
	I looked over at him with a cocked brow.

	There was a loud scream from the television as the lunatic's chainsaw burst through a closet door, coming inches from cutting the woman inside.

	“No! N-N-N-No!” Logan flipped around, buried his face into my shoulder, and wrapped both arms around me. He hugged me so hard I couldn't move and lost my balance. We fell sideways.
	“Oof!”
	“Turn it off! Turn it off! I don't wanna watch anymore!” He had his face buried in my shoulder and was clutching me so hard it hurt.
	“Um, that's fine, but... you're gonna have to let me go if you want me to turn it off.”
	His legs pincered me like vice grips, and his privates pressed were mushed against the side of my leg. His thigh brushed against my package as he squirmed.
	“O-Oh... yeah.... Sorry. Sorry. I just... sorta panicked.” His voice quivered as he lifted himself up and then helped me. An instant later, he jumped for the blu-ray player and stopped the movie. With a sigh of relief he jumped back to my side and pressed himself against me.
	“Sorry, I'm just... kinda scared.” He said the last words almost as a whisper. I couldn't tell if it was to emphasize them, show shame, or both.
	“Yeah, I'm kinda scared too.” But not nearly as scared as you, I thought.
	He turned toward me, positioning his face inches from mine. “This was a terrible idea. Why did we have to watch that?” I could feel his breath on my lips as he spoke.
	“I don't know. We probably should have guessed a movie about something breaking into a house and chasing a bunch of people down was-”
	“-Ugh! I... I don't even want to talk about it. Can we j-just... talk about something else? And, and maybe put on some cartoons or something? We should turn on the lights too....”
	We remained on the floor, backs against the couch, huddled together under Logan's comforter. After several moments of silence, he spoke:
	“Unnng. I really don't want to get up to turn on the lights.”
	“Yeah, me either.”
	He curled himself even closer to my side and let one hand rest on my lap, causing my legs to tighten in response. His body pressed against me, and whenever I inhaled, I took in bits of his scent.
	“You wanna do it together?” I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.
	“Together?”
	“Yeah, we just, both get up and... run to the nearest switch. We'll stay together, though, so nobody has to be alone.”
	“Hmm...” I scratched my chin fur and furled my eyebrows, as if in deep thought. “...No, no, I don't think that's gonna work.... Yeah, no, there's no way.”
	“Wha...? Whatta you mean?”
	“It's just, if there really is a psycho hiding in the darkness, that'll just make us even easier to kill. We'll be going straight to him.”
	“But...”
	“I don't wanna make his job any easier, y'know? He is trying to kill us after all.”
	“No! No, no, no, no.” The hand on my lap clamped down like a hungry squirrel clutching an acorn. “Stop talking. There is nobody in the darkness. There is nobody trying to kill us. Stop trying to scare me.” 
	“We don't know that. I mean if there is a movie about it than somebody had to have had the idea. It's not-”
	He covered his ears. “LA-LA-LA-LA-I-CAN'T-HEAR-YOU-LA-LA-LA-LA.”
	I smiled. “If there is a mad man hiding in the shadows you're just making him madder with all the noise.”
	“No, I'm not!”
	“I would be getting pretty mad if I were him.”
	“Urg! There is nobody there! Stop talking!”
	I laughed and put a consoling hand on his back. “You know what? We're stressing over nothing. It was just a movie and we're sitting here like we can't even go turn on some lights.... Pfft, it's just the dark. Nothing to be scared of.”
	“It doesn't seem like you're all that stressed....” He pouted.
	“Sitting next to you, I wouldn't think so either....”
	He sneered at me, but I quickly continued.
	“-Listen, it's no big deal. It's just a little darkness. We see darkness everyday. Just because we watched a scary movie doesn't mean there is anything different about it, compared to like, every other day.”
	“Yeah... just the dark.” He sounded calmer, but hardly convinced.
	“You know what that means, right?” I looked over at him. “We gotta act like men.”
	He swallowed and ran his tongue across his lips nervously. “L-Like men, huh?”
	“Yep.”
	He let out a long and heavy sigh, and after a moment of silence, he responded. “Do you wanna do it together?”
	“Nope,” I replied, smirking. “I don't want to do it at all. I meant we gotta do what real men would do.”
	He looked over at me and exhaled, his breath like a minty breeze.
	“We're gonna do the brave thing and sit here in the dark and watch cartoons.” I reached for the remote and turned the television back to cable broadcasting. It was already turned to the cartoon station.
	“So... we're not gonna get up at all?”
	“Nope.”
	His ears flicked in response. “Are you sure...? I mean, it's... really dark in here. I don't really want to go walking through it either, but...” His voice trailed off.
	“Ah, come on. If we turn on the lights and check the house it's not gonna be fun anymore...” Plus, I thought, if we turn on the lights, there won't be a reason for us to sit together....
	“But... what if.... What if what you said before is true? What if someone―or something--is there?”
	“Pfft, you know I was just kidding around about that. You can't tell me you're still scared. I'm practically cradling you in my arms like a baby.”
	He pulled his head off my shoulders and looked at me with scorn. “I'm not a baby! And you're not 'holding me!'
	“If I actually do hold you will it calm you down enough to leave the lights off?”
	“I don't want to be held!”
	“Aww, but you're so scared.”
	“I am not!” He scooted away and crossed his arms.
	“Wait, I'm just messing with you!” I laughed. “Here, come back over here. I'm scared, too.” I waited for him to respond, but he stayed silent. “Don't make me sit over here alone.” I smiled, but it trailed off quickly. “Come on. Seriously, it's... it's really dark. Come over here.” 
	I slid back over to his side.
	“...See? You're scared, too.”
	“Okay, yeah, I'm scared, and I really just want to pretend like the darkness doesn't exist. At least for a little while.”
	I also really like it when you're pressed up against me.
	He frowned.
	“I mean, we're gonna have to get up eventually anyway. It's not like we're just gonna sit here and pee our pants all night.”
	That got a smile out of him.
	“...Okay, we'll keep the lights off.... But, um, we stay like this, alright? For a little while?”
	I grinned. “Yes, please.”
	I criss-crossed my legs and leaned into him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and let his body lean against mine, most of his weight pressed against my thighs. His head rested between my shoulder and chest, placing his ear directly in front of one of my eyes. I put my arm around his back and pulled him tight against me. He swatted his tail against my butt until I slid my tail on top of his.
	It was easier to remind myself we were safe while I was all curled up with him. And despite my frequent teasing, I really was more afraid than I would have cared to admit.
	After about five minutes of watching cartoons, Logan began to stir. He sat up and started to fiddle with something under the blanket. A moment later he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it off into the darkness.
	He looked at me with a nervous smile. “It's getting a little hot under there.”
	“You wanna take the blanket off?”
	“No, I should be okay now.”
	He leaned back into me, his body feeling slightly different than it had before. I pushed him back a bit and reached down for my own shirt, wanting to take that strange feeling to the next level. I slipped it over my head and tossed it into the darkness like he had.
	“That should help.”
	He smiled in response and his cheeks darkened. I'd never felt a shirtless boy outside of the pool before, nor had I ever had one feel me. He fell against my exposed chest. 
	The feeling of our fur pressing together and of our body heat and scents mingling together freely--it felt primal and satisfying. Pleasure stirred between my legs and I felt myself writhe a bit. I pulled Logan tighter against me.
	He grinded against me in return, rubbing his cheek against my collar and putting his hand back on my lap―this time, higher up, closer to my belly button, and closer to a certain, unmentionable area.
	The location of his hand sent pleasure shooting through my lower body. My penis was getting hard for some reason, which meant if he moved his hand the wrong way, he'd feel it and immediately know.
	How's he gonna react if he touches it? Will he think I'm disgusting for being hard? Is he gonna be mad?”
	I writhed again. The urge to touch myself was strong, and tension was building, but I had to be careful, else I'd oust myself.
	I slipped a hand free from his stomach and set it on the ground by my opposite side. Moving as slowly as I could, I slid it underneath my leg and reached up toward my crotch. I stayed against my thigh at first, letting the sides of my fingers touch my scrotum, but after a few minutes the temptation became too great. I reached further and slipped my hand through the side of my shorts. I fiddled with my scrotum and gently rubbed my testicles through my boxer-briefs.
	Is this alright to be doing? I thought. This is Logan, after all.... What if he knew I was my touching balls right now? What if he can tell...? 
	After a short time, I forced myself to stop masturbating. The tension remained, and after priming myself up, it had grown worse. The entire center of my pelvis throbbed in a way that was reminiscent of pain, but not entirely uncomfortable, and I could feel a small damp spot on on my underwear, right at the tip of my erection.
	I leaned into him. And then I leaned into him harder. I kept this up until he started to fall over. 
	After a bit of pressure, he slipped all the way to the floor and hugged his pillow. I fell down with him and wrapped my arms around his belly.
	The intense warmth coming from our touching bodies made me think of the steam made in a hot shower. I knew my cheeks were flushed red, but I suspected the heat was only half-responsible.
	I squeezed myself against him as tightly as I could. My hand rested on his belly, but each time I readjusted my body, I slid it up another inch, closer to his nipples.
	I pulled myself up a bit to see over his shoulders toward the television screen, but I overshot the distance. My dick pressed against his bottom, causing him to flinch in my arms. I pulled away from him as quickly as I could, but the damage had already been done.
	Could he tell I was erect from just a single moment of contact? Did he know? It didn't help that my arms and chest were tight with shock.
	He scooted backward without a word, as if he had read my mind. He slid perfectly into the gap between my stomach and knees like a puzzle-piece sliding perfectly into place. I expected him to pull away the instant he realized the hard thing pressing against his butt was my penis, but he stayed.
	His tail, which was now pinned between my cock and his butt, wiggled around restlessly, and I could feel each motion against my dick. The tension in my legs and thighs started to increase, and my penis throbbed, almost screaming for me to touch it. Even my pelvis was trying to quiver, and it took everything in me too stop it.
	Logan started to writhe, which made my dick suddenly harden against him. He slipped his shorts down, rubbing his butt against my cock as he moved.
	“It's, um, really hot.”
	“Y-Yeah,” I swallowed.
	The moment he got the shorts off and managed to throw them in the general direction of his shirt, I did the same, suddenly leaving us both in underwear pressing against each other.
	I took a moment to consider everything. We'd touched each other before. We rough-housed a lot and sometimes we'd even tickled one another, but there was something very different about this.
	Even the times we'd examined each others privates or peed together had felt different from this. I'd never felt so strongly about another boy, and I'd never felt such a strong, physical desire to.... Well, I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted to do, but it was something special for sure.
	When I slid back against him, he adjusted himself slightly, bringing my groin lower, and by extension, closer to his crotch. Intense heat radiated off of him, and for some reason, despite the sweltering temperatures beneath the blanket, I felt a strong urge to get as close to it as I possibly could.
	Finally, not able to stand it for another moment, I exhaled in an awkward, shaky way and pressed my penis against him, the base pushing into the squishy flesh of his butt, the tip sliding downward, toward where his thighs met. A strained noise came from his throat, but when I looked at his face, he didn't seem to be in pain. He looked...subdued, and his cheeks were dark red, nearly burgundy.
	I kneaded at his stomach with my fingers, scratching him lightly with my claws. I pulled him as tightly as I could against me while I pressed myself into him. I relaxed and did it again, and repeated this a few times, sometimes aiming upward toward his butt, and other times downward toward where his legs met, toward his testicles.
	His testicles.
	Suddenly the thought hit me: was he erect too?
	How could I check?
	My head came toward his and I exhaled a warm breath into his ear. His eyes closed and he moaned softly.
	“It... sure is hot in here, isn't it?”
	I saw his eyes slowly open in response. I could feel his body tremble slightly as he swallowed. “Yeah...” he whispered. “It's pretty hot.”
	I slid my hand down his boxers, on to the hem. Every few moments, I slid down a bit further, moving centimeters at a time. He didn't move or speak.
	I could feel the fur beneath his boxers suddenly became a bit courser, and I knew from touching my own fur what that meant. I slid a bit further down and felt something hard just at the tip of my finger. I felt his butt clench as I made contact. I paused for a moment, knowing it was too late to turn back.
	I brought my hand over his package and covered the entire thing. I held it in my palm, lightly, and remained still for several seconds. The warmth was incredible, more than I'd imagined possible, and just as I'd thought, he was completely erect.
	When I couldn't stand being still for another second, I put some pressure down on his package and his body shifted around in response.
	“Mmmm....” His loudest moan yet.
	My finger slipped beneath his cock and poked at his testicles. At first, he didn't respond, but when I poked harder, he flinched.
	“Mm!”
	I pulled back slowly and positioned my fingers around his cock. It was hard to grab it through his briefs, but I didn't need a solid grip.
	When I had most of it in my fingers, I slid upward, letting my finger slide against each fiber of his boxers. His legs shook, and judging by the way he exhaled, it looked as if his lungs were shaking.
	I reached the tip of his penis and rubbed it gently with my finger, causing a small spot on his briefs to saturate. I pushed my dick against his bottom again, feeling my own underwear get slightly wetter.
	I exhaled softly into his ear and he moaned, a minty scent filling the air around my nose. I grabbed his whole package again, slipping down and making sure I had part of his testicles in hand too.
	“Mm!”
	I shook it lightly, feeling as his dick tightened into my palm, threatening to explode out of the boxer-briefs. I let my other hand slid up to his nipple. I put my palm over it and pulled his upper body against mine.
	“Mm! Mm! Mm! I...! Uh...!”
	I shook harder, feeling as the wet spot on his underwear widened a bit.
	“Noah....” He was out of breath and sounded as if keeping his voice from breaking in the middle of speaking my name took effort. “I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!
	I smiled and started shaking him more aggressively.
	“Mm! Mm! Mm! No-o-o-ah...! It's about ta... I'm go-na-na-a...! Uh...! Uuuung! Mmmmmmm! ...Ung! ...Unnng!” He exhaled and his pelvis pushed forward into my palm. “Noah....”
	A warm liquid soaked the front of his boxer-briefs, spreading past the length of my hand. I stopped shaking him, but kept my hand over his package, feeling as the warm liquid soaked through to my palm.
	His body relaxed and his penis started to soften. I let go of him and brought my hand to my face. His semen was all over my palm, glistening on the fronts of my fingers and gobbed on the sides.
	I wonder what it tastes like....
	“Sorry,” he squeezed out between breaths. “...I've never had anyone do that for me before.”
	“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Can't say I've ever done that to another person myself.”
	He smiled and let his eyes slide shut as he took a deep breath. I quickly brought my hand to my mouth and licked a small globule of the sticky substance off my palm. 
	“Did you just....”
	I yanked the hand from my face and wiped it on the side of my boxers.
	“Did you just... lick that stuff off your hand?”
	“N-No! Why would I do that?”
	“Well.... Why did you have your hand up to your face like that?”
	“I was just... looking at it.”
	“Looking at it...?”
	I swallowed and my cheeks burned red. “Yes.”
	“You licked it.”
	I frowned and my eyebrows furled. “I did not.”
	His lips curled into a tired smile. “Yes you did.”
	“Urrrrg, alright, fine. I did it. Okay? Are you happy now?”
	“Why, though?”
	“I don't know. I guess... it just seemed like the right thing to do.” I shifted a bit, my penis rubbing against his butt as I moved.
	“Oh, yeah, you're still... hmm.”
	
TO BE CONTINUED.

	---PART TWO---

	“Oh, yeah, you're still...hmm.”
	“...What do you mean I'm still 'hmm?'” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “What are you planning?”
	“Nothing,” he turned over, breaking my hold on him, and then smiled nervously. “But, um... you wanna try it too, don't you?”
	I stared blankly at him for a few moments, until the meaning of his words struck me. “O-Oh. You mean...”
	Without leaving me a chance to say anymore, he reached out tentatively and rested a hand on my knee. I looked down at the hand and then up him, and then I pressed my teeth into my lower lip.
	“It feels... really good.” He nearly whispered it as his hand slid up my leg. We were both blushing terribly.
	His hand reached my thigh, paused, and then continued steadily forward. He suspended it in air, now directly in front of my groin. The moment his finger reached my cock, which I might add was hard and held tightly in the confines of my white briefs, my body shuddered with a strange sensation--one not completely unlike pleasure.
	He pulled back from the intensity of my reaction and smiled.
	“A little much?” He said with a joking tone of voice.
	“...What happened to the quivering little boy who was too afraid of the dark to even sit by himself?”
	“The... cartoons helped.”
	He looked down at his feet in embarrassment, but smiled along with me. 
	He then scooted forward so that our knees were touching. His tongue ran slowly along his bottom lip, like he were licking something tasty off its length. “So... what now?” He stared into my eyes.
	“I'm not sure....” I looked him up and down, my eyes taking in the full detail of his exposed torso. I found the lack of any notable definition to his chest or stomach combined with the flat, light-weight build that comprised his whole body more compelling than it had ever been before. The only way I could describe it in my mind was that he looked 'supple.' Though, there was a friendly, masculine aspect to his form that betrayed the finer nuances of a word like supple, and thus left an indescribable essence to him that for those few moments, was all mine. This minor thought of possession pleased me greatly.
	My eyes paused at his groin to admire not only the half-stiff bulge trapped in his boxer-briefs, but also to take in the stain that I'd caused.
	Logan moved his hand forward and brushed it against my thigh. He was staring at my clothed dick now, clearly taken in by some aspect of its shape.
	He put both hands on the inside portions of my thighs, one on each. I sat cross-legged, and he sat across from me, one knee up in the air, his bulge pressing against this thigh as he leaned forward.
	He slid both hands forward, this time slowly. The further he moved, the more intense my reaction. My heart pounded and my entire body tensed up. With my butt planted on the ground, my hips could not move easily, but the sensation to move my lower body into his hands, to press my most sensitive area into him, was nearly overwhelming. I arched my back a bit, but only managed to move my actual groin the shortest of distances closer to him―much to my dismay.
	His fingers brushed against my testicles and I licked my lips in response, choosing any manner of squirming over sitting still. The tip of my penis felt like it was getting wetter, but the tension in the my lower body was so overwhelming that I couldn't say for sure. I exhaled suddenly, and quite involuntarily.
	His palm gently covered my penis. He was leaned far in, his head only a foot away from my groin. I wanted to feel embarrassed, and somewhere deep down, I probably did, but he was moving his hand against my briefs, slowly, up and down, and each motion intensified the tightness, made the wetness more pronounced, and sent my mind further into the sea of pleasure, to where it would remain swimming, incapable of comprehension.
	I placed a hand on his shoulder, completely out of need to touch something, to move and interact in someway, but he looked up at me, feeling this to be a significant gesture. He kept his eyes looking into mine, now a bit wider than before.
	He moved his head towards mine and I pulled back instinctively. He stopped with me, and then after a moment long pause, he moved toward my lips again. I swallowed, hard, so hard he probably heard it, and I'm pretty sure he did because he exhaled through his nose, like he was laughing at me.
	He turned his head as I sat there paralyzed. The quivering boy terrified of the dark from before was gone. The boy with the stain on his boxer-briefs who smelled of something slightly sweet and indescribably delicious had taken his place, and was a hair's length away from touching my lips.
	And then I felt it. His lips against mine. The warmth of his face, of his cheeks, the heat that radiated off him and mingled with my own. I swallowed the moment he reached me, but quickly composed myself and leaned into the kiss. My hand slid down on to his side and then came forward to rest against the tuft of white fox-fur on his chest.
	We stayed like that for several moments, until finally I felt something wet probing against my mouth for entry. I spread my lips the slightest bit and his tongue slid between them, going along the length of them as if they licking up something tasty, just as he had done to his own lips minutes ago. And then he went past them to meet my tongue with his own―not deep into my mouth, but just enough so I would know he was there, inside of me.
	After about a minute of this, I felt his hand land on my groin. He must have felt my body tense up in response to his sudden contact, because he slowed down the kissing and pulled away from my lips a moment later. 
	He remained inches from my mouth and started to rub my dick. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, and every few moments he went forward to kiss me softly, sometimes even tasting me with his tongue. I tried to squirm, but he'd leaned so far forward that he now had his shin on top of my crossed-feet, pinning them to the ground.
	Unable to vent the strange energy surging through my body with fidgeting, a moan forced its way from the back of my throat, quite involuntarily and much to my surprise. I swallowed nervously. The moan had made him pause for a moment, but when he started again, he used more pressure, gripping my package and pushing in, shaking it a bit as I had done to him.
	It suddenly occurred to me that he'd experienced more than I had, and thus had a better idea of how to make me tick. It wasn't much experience, but being jacked off once to the point of orgasm by another hand was far more insightful than zero times. He knew what it felt like to have another boy's hand on his dick.
	In a sudden desire to not be outdone, I let the hand I had placed against his chest slide down to his groin. The moisture on his boxers brushed against the side of hand. I rubbed the spot and felt his hips quiver in response. He was hard again, and with my touch, he'd been forced to stop kissing my lips. I heard him grunt, the smallest sort of grunt, one that had been involuntary just like my moan.
	I kept rubbing him and he kept rubbing me, and as it went on, his head went forward and rested against mine, cheek on cheek. His fingers started to gently grip small areas of my penis, through the briefs, and when he tugged, his fingers would slide off, gliding against the different parts of my penis and testicles. 
	Suddenly, he pulled away from me.
	“Is the wet spot bothering you? Do you want me to take them off?”
	It took me a moment to realize what he was referring to. When I finally did, my blush intensified―if indeed that was possible, considering the intimacy and embarrassment and pure combined body heat of us both. 
	“...You can take them off if you want.” I nearly whispered.
	He smiled back at me and got to his feet. I didn't care about the wet spot; in fact, I kinda liked it. It was hot knowing his jizz was all over my hands. But seeing him undress would be more than worth the loss.
	He stood in front of me and put both hands on the hems of his boxer-briefs. My heart nearly stopped from the intensity of emotion I felt in that instant, from the thought he would be completely naked in just a few instants, but he paused before doing the deed.
	“You ready?” He asked.
	I nodded. “Yeah.”
	He swallowed, suddenly looking far less confident than he had when he'd made the offer. I was surprised. How bad could nudity be after everything that had happened?
	In one quick motion, he slid the thin fabric past his thighs and let it fall to the ground. He kicked them out of the way and stood there, looking terribly uncomfortable.
	I quickly confirmed that our blushes could get worse, and his had. Looking redder with every moment, he crossed his legs and put a hand over his groin to block it from my view.
	“Nervous?” I asked, holding in a laugh.
	“Yeah.... I didn't think I'd feel this... exposed.”
	“You can put them back on if you want. I won't mind.” I lied.
	“No, no.” He swallowed again and slowly forced the hand away from his groin. He smiled at me bashfully. “I'm okay.”
	I did my best to refrain from saying anything, but this sudden sight had filled me with such physical splendor that I was nearly in pain from the way my penis throbbed against my briefs.
	I'd noticed my own sudden burst of arousal the moment he'd started to look nervous, and it grew ten-fold when his boxer-briefs dropped and I got to look at his very exposed and very hard penis. However, it was the moment he'd crossed his legs and covered his groin with that momentary look of dread on his face, as if nobody was allowed see him this way, not even myself; this was the moment that had the most prominent impact on me. The instant that had nearly drove me to a frenzy.
	Seeing him standing there so coyly made me want him so much more. 
	He kept his legs crossed for a few moments longer after uncovering his groin, though I had no idea why. Maybe it made him more comfortable to be so close to himself, like when people hug their own chests. Consequently, the posture only made his penis and balls stick out further in my direction.
	When he uncrossed his legs, he looked down at his own package and we both watched it dangle for a moment before he looked back up at me with those bright cheeks and bashful eyes. He approached me with uncertain steps. 
	When his penis was dangling only about a foot from my face, he stopped and I looked up at him. He looked down at me.
	“Um... how should we....?”
	“O-Oh, um...” I scooted away from the couch, more toward the center of the floor. I leaned back on my hands, but felt uncomfortable, so I grabbed a pillow and laid down, putting my head on the side of it.
	He swallowed and smiled. My plan had been for him to lay himself down next to me, and for us to resume messing around like that, but he stepped between my feet and loomed over me for a few moments, his flat yet unfit chest standing erect above his dangling cock and balls.
	He kneeled down, one leg between my legs the other on the outside.
	With some clever maneuvering he managed to get me to close my legs, forcing my package upward, and then he sat there on his knees, his dick rested on my thighs and his own legs pinning mine together. He slid forward, leading with his cock.
	I blushed at the sight of my own package forced up from my closed legs, my ball sack elevating my dick even higher than usual.
	He licked his lips and looked up at my eyes for a moment. The glance between us held longer than I was expecting. He smiled, and I smiled back.
	With one forward motion, his dick pressed against my package.  The instant he collided with me, I felt very little. It was the same as if he'd touched my arm with his own. A momentary brushing of bodies.
	But when that instant expired, a shudder of pleasure passed through my body. I became suddenly aware of the warmth his dick against the warmth of mine. I became suddenly aware of his body and the pressure it applied against mine, of his dick pressing into me. Two things of ours we'd never shared before, mushing together, the bits of juices seeping out of him mixing with what leaked through my briefs.
	As he moved his dick up and down, my body began shaking lightly. My waist was so tight I had to sit up a bit; in fact, I was pulled up, so consumed by the surging splendor through my lower body.
	It took everything I had to hold back the moans, but even my everything turned out to not be enough. 
	As he went on, I began to feel exhausted. My lower body shuddered, and continued to shudder, at first occasionally, but it crescendoed in frequency. In less than a minute it was happening every few seconds.
	My chest heaved and my head fell back on the pillow as my face became strained and my thoughts ran together in a jumbled mess.
	My moans started to get louder and I started to move my hips along with his. At least, I tried to, but my hips kept locking up. They would push forward, against him, and they'd refuse to relax. A few moments would pass and they would sink back down, only to get tense and push back up again after only a few motions.
	I had to put so much effort into finding air to breath that I could no longer pay attention to stifling my moans. They just kept coming out of my throat. At this point, they felt more natural than the breathing itself.
	The pleasure continued to grow. The sensations became sharp around the tip of my penis―which I could feel rapidly growing wetter. The base of my penis burned with satisfaction, my testicles ached, which was not helped by the pressure of my still closed legs, and deep down I felt a strange feeling taking over my entire being, from the tips of my flesh to the deepest parts of my soul.
	This latter pleasure had been an afterthought at first, but was growing to such intensity and with such speed that I was actually a bit afraid of it. The body shuddering, which got worse moment by moment, was driven almost entirely by this mystery pleasure.
	“Mmmm... Uhhhhm... Uhoooh....” I continued to moan with every movement of his hips, with each further push of his dick against mine. He did it with enough pressure now so that he pushed my own dick backward into my testicles, increasing their ache. I could feel every inch and every detail of his dick, the shape and the contours, the way they pressed against my own. 
	“Ohhh, I'm gonna...” It was all I could say before I had to return to incoherent moaning. I managed to open my eyes for a moment to look at this face―this was the moment I realized I'd closed my eyes in the first place―and found him smiling softly back at me. It seemed almost a bit mocking, and somewhat knowing, but most of all I could tell beyond his own clear physical pleasure, he was enjoying watching my reaction to him.
	I blushed a bit at being observed so closely, but lacked the energy to care much about it. My lower body would not stop shuddering and I felt something strange growing out from some mysterious place inside me. Some deep, deceptively beautiful place I'd possibly seen before, but surely could never remember.
	It was like being opened up, and having all hints of pain emptied out of me. It was rising out of me. Like the sweat drops on my head. And soon I would be empty.
	“Ungmm!” I shuddered again, this time intensely. I gripped the blanket and arched my hips with all my strength, hoping in the back of mind I didn't pull a muscle. And then, another wave.
	“Unnnng! Uh... uh... Unf! Mmmm!” The pleasure became overwhelming, but was all centered around my belly at first. I didn't even realize I was having an orgasm until I started to jizz, and it come so suddenly and unexpectedly I'd thought for a split second I was urinating.
	As the pleasure in my belly started to diffuse through my body, sending a soul-shattering tingling sensation to my finger tips and all around my flesh, my better senses told me it was happening, though I was far too gone to process entirely what that implied.
	Growing from that place I mentioned before, the mysterious place that I'd possibly experienced before, there came a sensation, like a beam of light penetrating an ocean of blackness I'd never even known had existed. 
	“Uh!” I shuddered intensely. “Ah... Ah... Ah...! ...Unnmmmmmmm...!” 
	My penis tightened, sending wave after wave of jizz shooting into my now soaked briefs. I remained tight and in dumb-ecstasy long after the jizz stopped. I had to put my hand on Logan to get him to stop grinding me, as the sensation combined with him touching me was shocking to the point of discomfort.
	I laid my head on the pillow as my body slowly started to relax. The intense pleasure slowly faded as my crotch went numb. It left behind a lethargic form of pleasure, something better called bliss, more like sitting on a cloud in heaven than an orgasm.
	I reached out for Logan like a baby reaching for a favorite stuffed animal. He lied down next to me, smiling. I hugged him, pulling him as close and as tightly as I could, as close as physics would allow. I did so unashamed and uncaring. All I wanted was his body near mine. I wanted his fur and warmth against me, mingling with me. I wanted it more than anything else in the world.
	I wrapped my leg around him and pulled him in, feeling the warmth of his dick against my package in a whole new way. After that, I draped my tail over us both, like a big blanket that would keep us together forever―or, at least until we had to clean up.
	He squirmed a bit, and I recognized the feeling of his hand sliding against my stomach. Much to my surprise, he rubbed my dick through my briefs, but pulled away a moment later. I opened my eyes and looked at him, no expression on my face save for exhaustion, though my curiosity was beyond the need for words or looks.
	He brought his hand back up and put his finger into his mouth, looking me in the eyes the entire time. I smiled.
	“Mmm.”
	“...How is it?” I asked.
	“It's good. Tastes like Mac Miller's second studio album.”	
	“The one released in 2013?” I asked.
	“Yes.”
	“That was a solid release.”
	“Solid release is an understatement.” He smiled and hugged me back. Our heads came together and noses touched.
	Eventually, we'd have to get up and clean, but for now, we could just lay there in the dark with our eyes closed. And I think I can speak for Logan when I say there is nowhere else either of us would have rather been.