Miles ‘Kasey’ Carrington

*

	Kerry tugged at his collar. He straightened it out again, but looked dubiously at himself through the mirror.

	Is a dress shirt too much? It's just babysitting. He frowned. The jeans help, don't they? They're not too formal....

	He scratched at the velvet smooth fur of his chest and adjusted the collar again. Is the polyester tacky? It's not too shiny, is it?

	...Then again, does it matter? It's just babysitting. He swallowed nervously and pressed down on his shirt to flatten it out. Just babysitting. Totally not a big deal. Little experience with people, less experience with kids, and no experience taking care of kids.

	Totally not a big deal.

	He stared at himself for a few more moments. He was still in his underwear—a snug pair of gray boxer-briefs, shorted than average and showing his bulge with bold accentuation. His eyes ran up his legs, taking in the sight of brown, black, white, and gold fur, extending in symmetrical strips over the entirety of his body. Most of it was earthy: mahogany hues bordering into shimmering sun-like rays; but there were small lines of white and black intersecting the natural palette, and solid white bushy fur that extended from his chest down to the center of his torso, not stopping until reaching his testicles. 

	Technically, white fur extended past them, down onto his inner thighs, but he did his best to ignore that. It was a fur-trait typical of females, and it embarrassed him immensely whenever somebody saw it—or god forbid commented on it.

	Not that anybody will be seeing that today. He thought, looking away from his flabby but scrawny body. He turned away from the mirror and grabbed the black jeans off his bed. He slipped his skinny legs into them and pulled them tight over his bulge and his small ass. He took a moment to examine himself in the mirror, looking first at the bit of bulge pushing out against his jeans, and then at his ass.

	Small, but... plump at the same time. At least for a guy....

	He sighed again and flattened out his shirt one last time.

	It's not too shiny is it…?

*

	When Kerry arrived at Mrs. Carrington's house, he took a deep breath and rasped on the door. He heard voices from inside, but understood little of what was said. He turned to look at the setting sun and waited for the door open.

	It's okay. There's nothing to worry about. She said it would be easy.... Mrs. Carrington wouldn't lie about that. It wouldn't exactly benefit her, would it? If the kid was a monster, then wouldn't she want an experienced sitter?

	The door opened. Mrs. Carrington looked back at him and smiled. She seemed pleased to see him, but a bit flustered as well. Maybe it was the slight redness to her cheeks, or possibly the very slight way her chest moved when she breathed, as if she were nearly out of breath.

	Probably in a rush, he thought, amused. That's a single mom for you, I guess.

	She gave him a quick hug and ushered him inside.

	“Hey, honey, come on in.”

	“Mom!” A whiny, somewhat urgent voice called from upstairs.

	“Honey, hold on a minute, I'm coming!” She yelled back, calm, but her voice sounding as if it were on the cusp of frustration. She turned back toward Kerry. “Give me a just a sec, hon, I'll be right back. Feel free to take a seat.”

	Just as soon as she’d appeared, Mrs. Carrington rushed off. Kerry stood there for several moments before nervously glancing over at the living room couch, which extended around half the perimeter of the room by use of a corner piece. Sitting on the couch was a boy—or a young man—whom he’d never met before.

	He kinda looks like Mrs. Carrington, actually. Long, narrow, restless tail. Black and white fur, mostly black. He even has the asymmetrical bit that crawls up the side of his face....

	...Are they related? Could he be another one of her sons?

	Kerry nervously approached the couch, picking an end politely far away from the man, or the boy, or whatever he was. The mystery cat was perched toward the edge of their side of the couch, nearly on the corner piece, his legs criss-crossed, his back leaned in a loose, messy way, his crotch sticking up with alarming flagrancy, like he didn’t care who saw his bulge—possibly wanting people to see.

	Kerry sat with his legs close and his arms rested on his thighs. He tried to stare ahead, but he couldn't resist taking occasional glances at the feminine looking feline. He was wearing basketball shorts, and despite already seeming a size too small, they were pulled up from his position, almost to the hips. And worse than that was his bulge, which the snug shorts covered little of.

	Who is this kid...? He's gotta be at least 18. But if he's 18, then why am I here? I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s his brother…. Maybe he has plans or something? There’s no way I’m watching him too.

	...Not that I would completely mind.

	The thought of babysitting another boy, this one probably only a handful of years younger than himself, was nerve-racking, but Kerry had to admit the feline was... pleasant to look at. His clothes were cute, black like his own, but snug and revealing, like they were made for a younger cat. He had a twinkling blue ear ring, too. Small, but the light caught it easily.

	Is it real...? Kerry thought, watching it glimmer faintly. That might be a real sapphire….

	The boy suddenly looked up from his phone and over. His stunning eyes – one a luminescent shade of gold, the other a deep, oceanic shade of blue — met Kerry’s, which were an unimpressive shade of pale yellow. Kerry instinctively looked away. He could tell the boy was staring at him now, but thankfully he returned to his phone within a few moments.

	Mercifully, Mrs. Carrington came down the steps. She called Kerry into the kitchen and spoke while she covered a plate of food with plastic wrap.

	“Okay, so, dinner is in the fridge. Noah likes to eat around 6:30. Just take off the wrap and pop it in the microwave for two and a half minutes, stir the potatoes and broccoli, and then put it in for another two minutes. It should be ready then. I usually don't give him soda unless he earns it, so it's probably better to just give him water, and maybe half a cup of juice if he asks. He likes juice with dinner sometimes, but he knows to ask. He really is a little angel, so I doubt you'll have any issues, but if you do, there is a number on the whiteboard you can call—it's right by the wall phone. Oh, and if he starts to cry he can call me if he absolutely has to, but....” She put the food in the fridge and smiled at me. “Noah's a wonderful little boy, but he's a bit... sensitive. Try to keep him from calling me if you can? I want him to try and tough it out—it'll be his first night without mom.”

	“Sure, sure. That sounds easy enough,” Kerry said, his nerves eased a bit.

	A nervous kid I can deal with. I can even relate.... As long as he isn't screeching and trying to set the house on fire I'll be fine.

	“If he starts to cry for any reason,” she went on, “just tell him everything will be okay and momma will be back. Maybe give him a hug, too, hugs tend to calm him down. And if it's really bad, try giving him a piece of chocolate. Only one piece, though, or else he'll get a tummy ache. I would suggest a wafer, he really likes wafers. And of course if things are really bad just give me a call and I'll talk to him.”

	“Sure. Chocolate covered wafers. I don't blame him. I like them myself.”

	Mrs. Carrington went on like this for several more minutes, all the while inspecting her purse and pointing out the whiteboard for the millionth time. She ended up giving him some strange directions to manage a 12 year old, such as to make sure he brushed his teeth and peed before bed, and no rated-r movies—only PG-13 if it's from one of the major animation studios.

	What a helicopter mom….

	When she finally paused her monologue, Kerry cut in.

	“Um, I just had one question.”

	She looked up at him with lifted eyebrows.

	“About the, uh... male in the living room?”

	Her face turned to one of recognition, and then another look that seemed like a mixture of worry and guilt—the sort a little kid makes when they're seen doing something bad.

	“He's my other son,” she said, lowly, presumably so he didn't over hear us. “His name's Miles, but he prefers to be called Kasey....” Her voice faded a bit, as if she were just as confused by the nickname as Kerry was. “Miles is....” She paused and then sighed. “You're probably wondering why you have to watch Noah when Miles is here. Miles is 18, but... he’s partially why you're here.” She smiled guiltily at me.

	“...W-What does that mean?” Kerry’s chest tightened.

	“Oh, it's nothing bad! He's a good boy, he really is. He'll do what you tell him, and you probably won't even see him for most of the night—he'll just stay up in his room. You don’t need to feed him or really do anything….”

	He cocked his head a bit, waiting for the 'but.'

	“But… well, he is a good boy. He does what he's told, but... only when he's being watched. If there's someone in the house he won't try to leave if he doesn't have permission, and he won't invite any of his... um... f-friends over either. But if I leave him alone, I'm afraid he will, even if Noah tells on him.”

	“I… see.”

	“So he won't cause you any trouble! I just need someone to be here. A... warm body, you know? Sorry to deceive you like that, I should have said something, but honestly, he won't be a problem.”

	“It's... fine.” Kerry said, a touch shocked. “I mean, as long as he isn't making any trouble.”

	“He won't! Like I said, he's a nice boy, and you'll probably barely even see him.”

	Shortly after this, Mrs. Carrington left the kitchen and called down Noah to say goodbye.

	The twelve year old came sulking down the stairs, a look of true misery on his face.

	“Aww, honey….” She pulled him into his arms. “I’m gonna be back soon, alright? I’ll be back to tell you all about my night as soon as you wake up, okay?”

	“I don’t want you to go….” He whined, sounding more like he was eight. 

	“Hon, I gotta go, okay? I’ll be back soon. It won’t be long. It’s only one night. You’ll be strong for mommy, won’t you?”

	“No...”

	This embarrassing display went on a bit longer, until finally Mrs. Carrington pulled herself away. Noah sat there with tears on his face, and Miles kept his eyes on his phone, not even looking up when he said goodbye.

	“Just call me if you need me! The number is on the whiteboard!” She reminded Kerry for the millionth and one time.

	“Sure.” He replied. “I’ll take care of him, though. Nothing to worry about.”

	“Oh, I know….” She smiled at him, and then looked down at Noah. “Love you, honey.”

	“Love you too….” He replied meekly.

	When Mrs. Carrington finally left, Kerry managed to convince the moping Noah to sit down in front of the TV and play some video games with him. The idea of his babysitter actually interacting with him cheered Noah up quite a bit, which made Kerry question the efforts put in by his previous sitters.

	They played for about an hour and then Kerry put on an animated movie. Noah watched about half of it in rapt silence, but started squirming after awhile, and then started moping again. He denied that anything was wrong, which Kerry respected, as he seemed to want to appear strong, but it was clear he missed his mother.

	Kerry didn't want to coddle him anymore than was necessary, but he desperately wanted to cheer the sad boy up

	There’s nothing harder than watching a sad little boy….

	Kerry ended up giving him a soda, thinking about how Mrs. Carrington had mentioned he sometimes got them as a reward.

	The soda plan worked out well—the prospect of a sweet, carbonated beverage made Noah’s face light up, and after an hour of occasional chattering and squirming during the movie, the sugar wore off and he became extremely tired. Kerry put him to bed early with little resistance and better yet, no tears or whining about his mom, which he’d been expecting in mass.

	All in all, everything went remarkably smooth, considering he was babysitting a 12 year old.

	When Mrs. Carrington said he was a 'little angel,' she wasn't kidding. The kid’s the living embodiment of a 'good boy.'

	That was until he woke up about half an hour before midnight. 

	Kerry was in the living room listening to lectures of Slavoj Žižek bitching about global capitalism or something when Noah came trudging down the stairs, the fur below his eyes wet with tears.

	He looked at Kerry, his bottom lip quivering.

	“Oh, hey.” Kerry rose and approached him. He had a large stuffed animal under one arm and a pillow under the other. Kerry paused when he smelled something stale in the air. He made an inquisitive face at him, causing Noah to break down into tears.

	“Noah, did you....” His voice trailed off. He wasn't sure how to put it into words. Did you have an accident? Did you wet the bed? Did you not make it? 

	How do you ask a question like that to a 12 year old boy?

	He seemed to know what Kerry meant, though, because he nodded back and looked down at the carpet, ashamed. 

	Kerry led him back upstairs, told him it was okay and that he wasn't mad, and then had him show Kerry where his clothes were. Kerry got him a new set a pajamas and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.

	“Just wash off your legs, okay? All you gotta do is turn on the shower and let it wash over your feet for a bit. Wherever you got pee on you. Then dry off and get dressed. Can you handle that?”

	He seemed rather disturbed by the prospect of doing this alone, but ultimately agreed to it. At some point in the diatribe, his brother Kasey had gone to the toilet, so when the toilet flushed, Kerry handed Noah the clothes and led him to the bathroom, sticking with him as long as he could so the boy didn't feel too alone.

	This has got to be so embarrassing for him....

	When the bathroom door opened, Kasey Carrington's skinny feline frame appeared. His eyelids were low, just like they’d been when he was on the couch early that evening, and his shirt was as black as the short, soft fur that covered his body—but what really caught Kerry’s eyes was the pair of black briefs clinging firmly to his groin. They came down the sides of his hips maybe two inches at the most, and toward the front they seemed to cup his bulge, making it nearly jut out forward.

	Kasey looked at Kerry, his heterochromiatic eyes glimmering in the dark; then he looked down at his brother. Noah didn't seemed bothered by the sight of his brief-ridden brother.

	Does he always wear... briefs?

	Noah is twelve and he wears boxer-briefs I'm pretty sure, so it can't be the mom....

	Did he pick them out himself?

	Kerry tore his eyes away from Kasey’s bulge, but when he looked up, he found Kasey looking at him, his expression belaying not a hint of his emotions.

	“Did you have an accident?” He asked, looking down at Noah.

	Noah nodded, his tail curling between his legs with shame.

	Kasey's tail flicked a bit in response. “You know you're getting to old for that. Go clean up.”

	Noah obeyed and entered the bathroom.

	When the door shut, Kasey looked up at Kerry. “It happens sometimes,” he said, his voice soft and dull, but confident and as smooth as velvet. “He has a mattress cover, but you're going to need sheets.” Noah turned away from him and walked to the edge of the hallway.

	Kerry watched his hips sway back and forth the way a female's might, but it seemed like an accidental sway, something natural and subtle—not forced. The white tip of his black tail bobbed against the grain of his hips, accenting the style of his walk. His eyes were glued to Kasey’s behind, and they watched with rapture as his butt jiggled in his tight, stretchy-looking briefs. It wasn't a big butt, but it was plump—similar to his own.

	When Kasey reached the hall closet, he opened it up and stretched to reach the top, causing his shirt to rise, showing the waistband of his briefs and the base of his tail. When he pulled it down, something fell to the ground—some kind of fabric, maybe a throw or small blanket.

	“Clumsy....” He mumbled, just loud enough so that Kerry heard. He knelt down to pick it up, positioning himself almost deliberately—possibly deliberately—so that his ass would be aimed square in Kerry’s direction. His tail swiped to the side, giving Kerry a full view of his ass as the briefs tightened against his butt-cheeks.

	Oh... my... God.... Kerry thought in awe, and at this point throbbing. 

	I'm technically 'babysitting' him too.... I can't... I can't be feeling this.

	Kasey walked back over to him, clutching a sheet in his hand. “Why do you look so shocked? Does the sight of a sheet turn you into a ghost?”

	He suddenly snapped back into reality. Up until Kasey had said that, he'd been in a sort of lucid dream. So shocked and nervous everything had seemed foreign, but warm, as though it were a shifting part of his own consciousness. But he was back now, looking at the charming, half-naked, brief-clad male before him, his potty-related duties springing to mind.

	“Um... y-yeah.” He mumbled. He turned away from him, but thought for a moment that he saw the faintest smile appear on Kasey’s lips.

	He's messing with me.

	He's knows....

	He knows that I'm... really bashful. A-And that… that I'm really turned on.

	Kerry went into Noah's room and tore the sodden sheets and comforter off the bed. 

	“Just lay a towel down.” Kasey said. “That's what we normally do when he wet's his bed.”

	Kerry swallowed and looked back. “Uh, y-yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. I think my mom did the same when I was really little.”

	“There's a towel under his bed. Right at the edge, like, at the foot of it.”

	“Oh, there is?”

	“Yeah,” he pointed to where he'd described, the foot of the bed on Kerry’s side. “They keep it there for his accidents. It's right there, just reach under.”

	“Oh, thanks.” Kerry kneeled down and reached under the bed. He sifted around for the towel but only felt carpet. “Hmm,” he murmured. “I don't feel it.”

	Kasey didn't respond, so he felt around a bit more. After awhile, Kerry decided it wasn't there and moved to turn around. “Yeah, I don't think it's-”

	His voice came to a sudden stop. One inch from his face was Kasey Carrington—specifically his jutting bulge, held tightly in the stretchy underwear, nearly glistening in the faint light of the hallway. He was so close that Kerry’s nose almost poked his dick, and when Kerry inhaled, he took in the scent of something pleasant and male. Something that smelled like pure, condensed sex.

	He paused, staring mystified at Kasey’s bulge. He looked up at him, his mouth open in shock.  When Kasey saw this, he took it as an invitation and moved his pelvis forward. The spandex like briefs pressed against Kerry’s lips. When he exhaled, he felt the already warm fabric heat up against his hot breath.

	Kerry’s lips closed half-way, sliding against the feline’s hard cock. Kasey eyeballed him and Kerry looked down at his dick, too shocked too move, too aroused to fight it off. Kasey’s fingers slipped under the waistband of the briefs and he slid them down. He pulled back a centimeter and wiped out his dick, keeping his balls hidden away in the spandex.

	Kerry inhaled again, his dick hardening from the smell. It's so strong now.... It's like he jizzed in his underwear and wore them until they dried.

	Kasey pushed forward and the tip of his dick slid between Kerry’s lips. He was too shocked to respond at first, but a few moments later, his tongue reacted, as if it had a mind of it's own. It pressed against the tip of Kasey’s cock and Kerry’s lips pressed down around it. 

	Salty, he thought for a split second, before feeling the slight bit of stickiness at the tip.

	The bathroom door opened.

	Kasey pulled back and shoved his cock back in his briefs, pulling them up tight against his crotch a moment later. Kerry followed his cue and jumped up to his feet, flustered. They were positioned away from Noah's door, so he couldn't see them from the bathroom, but it was a short walk.

	“You'll find a towel in his closet,” Kasey added smoothly, like he'd not shoved the tip of his dick in Kerry’s mouth just a few seconds prior. The only signs that anything had happened were his bulge, which it was too dark to see, and his now curling and flipping and flicking tail, which seemed only a bit more active than usual. “Right at the top.”

	Kerry’s heart was pounding and he could feel the heat coming off his cheeks. “Th-Thanks....” He mumbled, too flustered to sound convincing. Fortunately, Noah seemed too concerned with his own exhaustion and embarrassment to notice.

	He has literally no idea what just went on in here....

	Kerry flipped around and made his bed. Kasey disappeared shortly after. He went to his room and Kerry didn't hear a peep from him for the rest of the night. Noah went back to bed shortly after, seeming to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Mrs. Carrington arrived back around 2am from her date. She thanked Kerry and sent him home.

	Kerry spent that night thinking about Kasey Carrington. About his strange personality and that glazed-over, tired expression, that perpetual confidence which seemed to conflict with every aspect of his demeanor. His swaying hips and the taste and feel of his cock in his mouth. Those narrow legs and small belly, that sapphire which seemed to shimmer whenever light caught it, even when it was almost completely dark, and then his short, cute frame, and those eyes—those glimmering, two-colored eyes….

	I definitely need to babysit Noah again.

**

	Kerry adjusted the collar of his shirt. He swallowed nervously and examined himself again. 

	Nothing’s going to happen. The first time was… a fluke. He wouldn’t pull something like that again.

	...Right?

	If he was bold enough to slip his cock in my mouth when I wasn’t paying attention, that kid is capable of anything….

	Then again, he isn’t really a kid, is he? He’s only a few years younger than I am. Though, still technically a teen….

	It was the same train of thought Kerry had gone over a million times before. It always went the same way, from doubt, to confusion, to belief—and interspersed throughout was a constantly oscillating sense of anxiety, and strangely enough, hope.

	Kerry splashed a bit of cologne on his neck.

	He really is a cute one, though, isn’t he? That plump little ass and those eyes.

	...He’s got good taste in underwear too.

	The thought of Kasey Carrington in his briefs, his bulge round and tight in the spandex, almost made Kerry hard again—for the millionth time that day. He could still taste it, could still feel the precum at the tip of Kasey’s dick, the intense, driving aroma of pure sexual energy that emanated off Kasey’s taut young body.

	I want to fuck him so badly…. Kerry thought, a bit guiltily. But… I’m not going there for Kasey. I’m there to keep my eye on Noah. But… if something happens again, well….

*

	When Kerry arrived at Mrs. Carrington’s, he was invited inside and found both the house and the single mom who resided in it a lot calmer than the last time. Noah was sitting on the couch, absorbed in a video game. He seemed a bit sad, but he managed a smile when Kerry entered.

	Kerry smiled back involuntarily. I guess he likes me.

	It was nice to see him a more upbeat, and the only reason Kerry could attribute to that was that Noah was okay with being watched by him. Mrs. Carrington commented on this and said in private that Noah was being surprisingly complacent today, and hadn’t cried at all—something he apparently did with his other babysitters. Shortly after saying this, and giving him another monologue about the finer details of Noah’s preferred means of existence, she left to meet her date.

	Kerry sat down on the couch and took a controller, much to Noah’s satisfaction. They played for about an hour, like last time, and then Kerry turned on a movie. While this was going on, Kerry heard some movement upstairs, but assumed it was just Kasey.

	I wonder what he’s wearing right now….

	Does he know I’m here?

	Does he even care…?

	I probably think about him way more than he thinks about me.

	Not long after this series of ideas, the house grew a lot chillier. Noah ran upstairs and pulled his comforter off his bed. He curled up on the floor with a pillow and watched his movie in pleased silence. Kerry wrapped his arms around himself and snuggled into the couch.

	A little cold for my tastes, but not bad. It’s… relaxing.

	The cold air made him nostalgic, and the kid’s movie didn’t help. He felt a sudden intense love for the house and for his life and even for Noah and how charming of a boy he was.

	Mrs. Carrington is… lucky. She might be a single mom, but she has such a… pleasant life here.

	It was an odd train of thoughts. An odd set of feelings. Kerry had never considered himself much of a family man. Not much of a man of ambition or goals. Often he felt empty, as if he were on autopilot doing nothing in particular and not aiming at anything in particular.

	But this isn’t what I imagined it was like.

	Maybe I’m just getting older.

	Kerry’s thoughts were interrupted by the rasping of footsteps on the stairs. He looked over at them, his heart pounding against his chest.

	It’s….

	Kasey Carrington appeared, a thick comforter wrapped around his body, most of it held up to help him walk down the stairs. This position left Kasey’s legs exposed up to the thighs, and it was immediately clear that they were utterly exposed.

	Is he in his underwear again? Kerry thought with a nervous swallow. Or could he be…?

	Kasey sat down next to him, close enough so that the blanket rubbed against Kerry’s side. Kasey’s head turned in a smooth, lackadaisical way, a confident, low-lidded look on his face. He wasn’t smiling, but it felt like he was, in a mischievous, almost teasing way.

	“Cold?” Kasey asked.

	It took Kerry a moment to respond, because his very first thought before contemplating an answer, was an epiphany. Kasey was the one to turn the AC down, wasn’t he? That’s why it’s so cold.

	“Um….” His voice caught in his throat and he felt his cheeks turn hot against the cold air.

	Without waiting for a response, Kasey lifted up the comforter, just enough so that Kerry could see those same black briefs clinging tightly to his dick, and then he tossed part of the comforter over him.  Before Kerry could react, Kasey scooted over to him and pressed his side against his. He snuggled into the side of Kerry, curling up on the couch and resting his head against his arm.

	Kerry’s entire body grew stiff—his entire body.

	Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What’s happening right now? What is this? What if Noah turns around? Is this okay? Can he see this? Is this ok-

	And then, as if in response to his thoughts, Noah turned around. But only for an instant. He glanced at the sight and then turned back toward the television, as if he’d seen nothing of note.

	Does he even realize? Does he care?

	Then again, he grew up with his brother, and his brother is… kinda eccentric? Maybe homosexuality doesn’t phase him. Maybe boys being close like this doesn’t really… strike him as odd.

	Should it strike me as odd? Or anyone for that matter? In any case, doesn’t the idea of cuddling at least... rouse some suspicions?

	Kerry sighed with relief. The thought of Noah’s almost transcendental innocence was relieving, but also satisfying in a strange way he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Like a child who doesn’t even notice species, because ‘species’ means absolutely nothing to him.

	Kasey snuggled into him again, this time pressing a bit tighter against his body and placing a hand on his thigh, above his tan trousers.

	Kerry squirmed, his body tense and his breathing heavy. F-Fuck... his hand is... it's right next to my dick.

	The room grew a bit darker with each passing moment. The setting sun slowly disappeared behind the curtain of houses and trees as the last bits of light were blocked out by the curtains covering the windows. The house was crisp like the first winter wind blowing in during the earliest hours of the morning. When Kerry inhaled, he smelled Kasey, a mixture of fruity body wash mingling with man, and beyond that, the subtle scent of sex—the very same aroma he'd taken in the day he'd taken the tip of Kasey's cock into his mouth.

	I want it again. I want the whole thing. He looked over at Kasey, who's head was leaned peacefully into Kerry's shoulders. I wish I could do something. I wish I wasn't so shy.

	Kasey turned to look at him. Their lips were only inches apart now. Kerry could feel the air flowing out of Kasey's nose, he could feel the warmth of his body and he could see the glow of his endless spacey eyes, one gold and one a deep turquoise-blue, both a shade unusually beautiful.

	He felt an urge to look away, to blush, to cringe in embarrassment, but he forced himself to look back at the boy—no, to look back at the... man.

	He's more of a man than I am. He's the one who came over here and cuddled up against me. He was the one who put his dick in my mouth. He was the one-

	Kerry's eyes widened and he gasped silently. His head turned away from Kasey in a sudden fit of embarrassment and all-consuming tension. 

	Jesus C-Christ! He's... His hand... it's...!

	Kasey squeezed lightly, handling Kerry's entire, stiff bulge in his palm. A mischievous smile crawled over Kasey's face—Kerry saw it from the corner of his eye, but he also felt it.  He felt it in the way Kasey squirmed to get a better grip; in the way Kasey pressed his own body against Kerry’s, playfully and aggressively and mockingly all at the same time. He felt the smile with far more clarity than which he could ever see it.

	Kasey went back and forth over the trousers, up and down, slowly, handling the whole bulge at first, but soon switching his focus to Kerry's cock. His motions remained deliberate and slow, but managed to switch in speed and intensity all the same. Kerry fought against the force in his hips, against the whimpers rising up in this throat. Against the urge to tell him to stop, to fight him—and against the urge to abandon Noah to the movie so they could disappear into the privacy of Kasey's room.

	And then Kasey pulled away. He slid his hand up Kerry's trousers and fiddled with the button. For an instant, Kasey reached over carefully with his other hand, concealing all of his actions underneath the comforter just in case. He undid the button on Kerry's pants, making the feline in question swallow and lick his lips.

	This is so bad.... What's he going to do? I can't let Noah find out this is happening, but... I... I can't stop. Just a little longer. A little more. A tiny bit... more....

	Kasey looked over at Kerry, and Kerry felt his head move toward the boy in response. If he had been smiling, that smile was gone now. Now his expression was open—empty and open and clear and calm, like a Bodhisattva crossed with a... gay cat, or something.

	Kerry swallowed, and his entire face grew even warmer than before.

	I'm looking at him. He's touching my dick right now and I'm looking right into his eyes, and he's looking into mine.

	Kerry's breathing was becoming labored. He was struggling to keep himself quiet so that Noah didn't over hear him and look back. But Kasey was in his pants now, his fingers dancing atop Kerry's briefs. 

	I wore briefs today, too.... Nobody was supposed to know that, though. I'm glad he found out, though. It's hot to know that he knows.

	Kasey leaned forward, he rose up until he was centimeters away from Kerry's ear. He blew a tight stream of warm air, making Kerry writhe, making him tighten his throat and push out his hips in a desperate attempt not to moan with ecstasy.

	At this rate... I'm... I'm gonna.....

	Kerry felt that smile again, that sudden sense of confidence in the air, lingering beyond the fruity, bodily aroma of Kasey. Kasey bit down on Kerry's ear lobe, eliciting a small noise from the writhing feline's throat. He pulled back a moment later, just in time to avoid the curious gaze of Noah, who had looked back to ascertain the origin of the noise.

	He knows.... Kerry thought, trying to control his breathing. Trying not too look too hot or too excited or too suspicious. He can tell. He knows what's going on.

	But Noah turned back to the television an instant later, looking as oblivious as he was innocent.

	Only seconds after this close call, Kasey rose back up and paused a few centimeters from Kerry's face. When he looked over, Kasey put his index finger in front of his lips and smiled slyly—this time a real smile, subtle, but big enough to see, impossible to deny. He saw Kasey’s tail flick, peeking out from the edge of the comforter, the motion reminding him of a scorpion preparing itself to strike.

	Kerry’s head turned away, down toward the comforter where his dick was again being caressed by Kasey's twinky little fingers. And then he went forward and bit his ear lobe again. This time Kerry kept his whimpers inside, but only just barely. His cock flexed against Kasey’s hand as the feline blew air into his ear again, making his cock even tighter.

	Kasey responded to the sensations of Kerry’s dick. He caressed him a bit more tightly, a bit faster. He stroked him with expert motion, following his hips, and occasionally coming out of sync with them to suddenly pick up speed. 

	Kerry’s face grew redder and sweat formed on his forehead. The pleasure in his groin was growing—no, the pleasure all over his body was growing, but there was a special feeling in his groin, an impending sense of pleasure, an explosion nearing involuntary eruption.

	Kerry looked over at him and pursed his lips. He tried to shake his head, to tell Kasey to stop, but he didn't have it in him. He couldn't abide a stain on his tan trousers, Noah would see for sure—and who was to say they'd dry before his mom got home?—but he just couldn't say no, he couldn't push him off.

	I need to stop this. I need to stop right now... but... I'm not going too....

	Kasey seemed to recognize what this look meant, because he looked back at him and squirmed around like a snake. He bit his bottom lip and his eyes went glossy with a sort of desire Kerry didn't know was possible on the sleepy looking boy.

	His hand grew more aggressive. Kerry stifled a groan with every motion, with every explosive wave of pleasure. He could feel it coming. He could feel the pleasure coming up from his very core, making every part of him shake. He felt the final moment he could stop it come and pass. He felt the pleasure begin to rise up, and up, and up, as his body grew tenser and tenser.

	I'm gonna.... oh god it's gonna go everywhere...!

	He felt the pleasure coming to his tip, and then, like a shock-wave of surprise, unexpectedly preceding the shock-wave of pleasure, he felt something begin to leak out of his dick. His eyes widened. Now he felt the cum itself.

	I'm... cumming.

	I'm cumming in my briefs. In my pants. In this strange living room. With another guy's hand on my dick!

	 The pleasure hit him like he was standing on the coast of a beach, like it was a wave you see coming from a thousand miles away, watching it come to wash off the grime and frustrations of life. His body writhed; it took everything he had not to cry out. His eyes teared up and his vision blurred as his body grew weak against the couch.

	Cum continued to pour out of his cock. It hadn't been the explosion he'd been expecting, and for a second he'd thought no explosion was coming—and for an instant, he'd even wondered if somehow he'd begun to piss himself, since it had been going on for so long—but finally the pleasure peaked, making his body tighten with a sensation so divine that his vision temporary turned to white.

	This was the true orgasm, a full body numbing, a slowly fading pleasure, and a slowly relaxing demeanor—and a bittersweet, absurdly long-lasting, ejaculation.

	Finally the cum stopped. Finally the orgasm stopped. He sat there, leaning into Kasey, breathing heavily, too tired to move, too numb to care about the wet spot that had to be on his trousers.

	I hope I didn't cum on the couch too....

	When he moved his legs to assess the damage, he felt a wide wetness against his right thigh, but found his inner thighs and butt completely dry. There was likely a wet spot, but it seemed his briefs had contained most of it.

	Kerry sighed heavily, and at the end of his exhale, Kasey pressed his cheeks against his. Kerry turned a bit, to regard him, and Kasey moved forward and locked his lips with him. Before Kerry could straighten himself out enough to respond, Kasey pulled away, tugging lightly on Kerry's lip for a moment before letting go, a thin line of spittle connecting them for only as split second.

	He leaned back against Kerry, and Kasey leaned against him. They spent a bit of time watching the movie in silence. Noah shifted positions after a bit, and glanced back. He didn’t seem shocked at all to see them sitting together, sharing a blanket, practically cuddling. Noah just snuggled into his own blanket and looked back toward the TV without a word.

	Kerry’s eyelids began drooping. The smell of fruit and man and even the faint hint of his own oozing arousal; the crisp air and the warm body pressed tightly against him; the sudden waves of intimacy and deep, internal satisfaction rising and falling, making his skin rise with goose prickles and making light, vibrating purrs slip free of his throat—it all served to lull him to sleep, like a lullaby. It made him remember better times, feel better feelings, and imagine hopelessly peaceful possibilities.

	Kasey stirred. His hips pushed forward in a restless, gyrating motion. Kerry saw him lick his bottom lip out of the corner of his eye. He looked over at him, and Kasey looked back, his eyes low and tired like always, but his lips curling up into a soft, confident, charming smile.

	Kerry felt something warm land atop his hand. Kasey directed him to his leg and then pushed forward and kissed Kerry on the cheek. Kerry responded by sliding his hand over, letting his fingers slide gently over the spandex briefs, over Kasey’s hard, throbbing cock. Kasey licked his lips and pushed his hips forward. Kerry swallowed hard and squeezed making Kasey tighten, making his chin rise and his hips writhe in pleasure.

	And then, with that, still smiling confidently, his eyes lax and tantalizing, Kasey pulled away and stood up, exposing his narrow, sinewy body, putting his bulge on full display, showing boldly through the stretchy black briefs.

	The same underwear as last time…. The same ones I’ve fantasized about over and over again.

	Kasey retreated upstairs, not saying a word, getting only a momentary glance from Noah, leaving Kerry supremely confused.

	Did I piss him off? Did I do something wrong? Kerry shifted uncomfortably, his cock already getting hard again. He didn’t seem mad. He just… walked away. Calmly, confidently, so… handsomely and cutely….

	Kerry touched himself a bit under the comforter, to help distract himself from how badly he wanted to go up those stairs and present himself to this mysterious ‘Miles Carrington,’ but he kept himself from nearing orgasm. It was too weird with Noah sitting so close, knowing he could look back at any moment, knowing that it would only redarken the spot on his trousers.

***

	After the movie, Kerry took Noah upstairs. He led the boy into his room and told him to get changed into the pajamas his mom had laid out. While standing in the hallway, Kerry looked over at the bedroom at the end of the hallway. The door was on the left, right at the edge, closed, no light coming through the bottom.

	I wonder if he’s asleep.

	It’s pretty early for that. He’s probably on his phone or something….

	Maybe I should knock?

	Every time Kerry thought about it, he felt his heart ache with guilt. All he could think about was how watching Kasey was part of his job; and so far, he’d touched his dick, taken a bit of his dick in his own mouth, and been brought to orgasm in his pants by the feline’s nimble fingers.

	At this rate, Mrs. Carrington is going to need to hire a babysitter for me, too….

	Noah’s door opened, revealing the small feline dressed in his sleeping clothes. Kerry led him to the bathroom and told him to brush his teeth and to make sure that he peed before bed. Noah blushed a bit, but obeyed. When he was finished, Kerry took him back to his room and put him to bed.

	The kid really is a good boy. The genuine article. Kerry thought to himself, as he quietly closed Noah’s door behind him. His mother wasn’t kidding about him. She wasn’t kidding about his brother, either. Kasey is-

	When Kerry looked over, he saw him standing there, his body masked in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight slipping in from what Kerry imagined was Kasey’s bedroom window. But now, there was no shirt. No underwear. Only fur and a tight, curvy feline frame, with a tail curling around like a shark looking for prey.

	“Kasey….” Kerry mumbled, just loud enough for the naked male to hear, but hopefully low enough so that Noah did not hear him through the door.

	Kasey was leaned against the wall, his hips arched out, making his body curve like a viper poised to strike. He put one hand forward and then beckoned Kerry over with a single extended finger. Kasey backed away, into his room, eyeballing Kerry as he slipped into the darkness.

	Kerry swallowed hard and stared at the void which had consumed the tantalizing young creature. He moved forward, as if he were the snake now, and Kasey were the piper, making him dance along to his tune. Kerry rounded the corner and looked in the dark room. Kasey was lying on the bed now, his naked body bathed in moonlight, glowing nearly blue in the darkness. 

	Kerry’s eyes scanned the feline’s narrow body, his strangely thick thighs and his plump butt pressed tight into the askew comforter. Most of his fur was black, but Kerry could tell his chest fur was soft and white and glowed in the darkness with the tiny strips of white on the other parts of his coat.

	Kasey’s cock flexed with arousal and Kerry involuntarily licked his lips. A strange, nervous energy rose up in his body, making his mouth water. He moved forward, like he was possessed, possessed by those soft eyes and that perfectly shaped body and that utterly charming, that positively bewitching smile. There was a click, and it took Kerry a moment to realize he’d closed the door himself, without being prompted to do so. When he looked back at Kasey, the moonlight caught the boy’s sapphire ear ring and shimmered in the darkness.

	Before he knew it, he was standing before Kasey’s bed—before his glowing body, before his throbbing cock and his enchanting glare.

	Kasey reached down and gripped his own cock, eyeballing Kerry the whole time. Kerry watched him lick his lips and stroke himself gently, gyrating his hips with the motion, gripping his own package, grabbing the scrotum with his pinkie.

	Kerry pulled down his trousers, showing Kasey his own pair of briefs—ones he’d wore for his own pleasure, and in the off chance something like this happened.

	In the off chance…. He thought, his heart pounding against this chest. It seemed so weird that just a few hours ago, this would have all seemed an elaborate fantasy.

	Kerry slipped his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and then paused. Kasey had his eyes on his bulge now, still stroking himself gently. He looked up and Kerry looked back, blushing intensely. Kasey nodded, and Kerry pursed his lips.

	Then he dropped them, revealing his erect cock to the naked beast stretched out on the bed. Kasey’s eyes shifted down again, to take it in, and then he continued to stroke himself. Kerry stood there, nervous, awkward, waiting for something to happen.

	“You’re big,” Kasey mumbled, looking back up at Kerry’s eyes. “Your shirt, too.”

	Kerry swallowed and removed the shirt, suddenly feeling a lot more confident. When he was completely naked, he took a step closer to the bed. Kasey extended his arms, beckoning Kerry forward. He climbed onto Kasey, warmth and fur mingling together as they got into a comfortable position. Kerry’s body tightened when his dick rubbed against Kasey’s for a moment. He inhaled and smelled the scent of precum hovering in the air. Kerry lowered himself and Kasey pulled his head forward.

	The boy bit his ear lobe, making Kerry moan low and long, making his hips push forward into Kasey’s soft body. He exhaled a long stream of warm air into Kerry’s ear, making him feel as though he were melting. But before he could reform, Kasey gripped Kerry’s ass and squeezed, making both of their cocks harden against each other’s legs.

	Kasey pushed up Kerry’s hips and rubbed the heads of their cocks together, making their precum mingle, filling the air with the sweet, savory aroma of sex and ecstasy. Kerry went forward, unable to stop himself, driven by an intense hunger. He bit his neck, eliciting a pleased grunt from the teen.

	Only a teenager, technically, Kerry thought, gently licking the spot he’d just bit. But more of a man than me….

	Kasey used both hands to grab Kerry’s ass now. He pulled him forward, their dicks pressed together from the side, poking each other’s scrotums. One of his hands came around and grabbed Kerry’s cock – first at the base, and then sliding up to the tip, until he was pressing against his own testicle.

	Uniformly their heads turned and their lips met. Kerry’s tongue eagerly probed Kasey’s lips, dampening them, sending electric warmth warbling down his spine, making the feline pressed against him squirm. Kasey widened his jaw and let his tongue slide out, meeting Kerry’s. Their tongues glided together, moving and sliding like a hand against silk.

	Kerry’s tail flicked and his cock stiffened. He was on top—a scenario he’d never imagined possible in his fantasy. He went forward, moving his tongue faster, flexing his thighs and pressing his hips into Kasey’s testicles and pulling back to rub his cock against Kasey’s. The feline below him mirrored his movements, pulling away only to tempt him, to touch the heads of their cocks until Kerry was too overwhelmed with sexual sensations to keep from pressing himself against Kasey with earnest once again.

	Kasey pulled away from the kiss. He went forward and trailed kisses all around Kerry’s mouth as Kerry desperately tried to pull him back into his grasp. He moved further against him and blew warm air into the cat’s ear, and then he nibbled on his ear lobe. Kerry froze, then moaned, and then went forward—or was propelled forward by some internal mechanism that was crying out for more. He bit Kasey on the neck again, this time harder, hard enough to make the furry viper in his grasp moan under his breath. 

	Kasey gripped Kerry’s ass in response, hard. He bit him back on the neck, but not as hard, and he trailed bites that grew softer and softer down his neck and then shoulders, until finally he was kissing him, sliding his body down, kissing him on the arm and then the chest, and then letting his tongue do spirals around Kerry’s nipples.

	Kerry’s cock flexed and he moaned under his breath. Kasey lingered here for only a few moments and then continued his descent, leaving a trail of wet kisses down Kerry’s belly, slowing down when he reached the top portion of his groin.

	The top of Kerry’s cock pressed into Kasey’s chin as the boy went lower and lower, then to the side, and then back, kissing the very base of Kerry.

	“Oh… God….”

	Kasey kept up his barrage of kisses, breaking up their monotony with occasional licks and rare moments where he’d bring up his fingers and lightly grasp Kerry’s testicles, only to tug them and let them slid out from his fingers. Kasey couldn’t see it, but he could tell Kerry made a face every time he did this; he could feel it in the subtle movements of his muscles. But every time Kasey did it, what mattered most to him was the way Kerry’s cock hardened—the way his hips seemed to move along with his own hips, how they seemed unable to decide on whether to follow his hand or pull away.

	Kasey kissed the top of Kerry’s dick, moistening the tip with his saliva, and moistening his wet lips with Kerry’s precum. He licked his lips, tasting the salty flavor of Kerry’s overflowing arousal. He went forward and took the feline’s tip in his mouth, letting his tongue press down and caress Kerry.

	Kerry gasped and his body locked up. Kasey went down deeper, taking another inch of cock. His tongue probed the tip and the sides, coating the whole thing with a slick layer of his saliva. Kasey tightened his lips and pulled off, making Kerry shudder with pleasure. He sucked his dick again a moment later, now taking it even deeper.

	Kerry respositioned himself, to prepare for the long haul, but Kasey responded by sliding back up and kissing him lightly on the lips and pulled away. Kerry eyed him, curiously.

	“Turn around.” Kasey said, low and sultry.

	“Turn around?”

	“Yeah. Bring your cock up here.”

	Kerry looked back at him, confused. His cheeks went even redder than they already were, but he obeyed. He contorted his body, with the help of Kasey’s guidance, until he was staring down at Kasey’s cock, and his own cock was hovering above Kasey’s mouth.

	He swallowed nervously, but his dick hardened at the prospect of what was to come. Kasey saw this and smiled. He leaned up and kissed the older boy’s member, letting it slide an inch into his mouth. He tightened his lips over it as he pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting them. He moved back up and took a few more inches of the flabbergasted feline’s dick between his lips. He licked him and sucked him off for several seconds, making sure not to go any deeper—teasing him and torturing him by staying on the edge. Whenever Kerry’s hips tried to push down to get his cock deeper into Kasey’s mouth, Kasey pulled back expertly, predicting every move.

	Kasey finally responded by slowing down his cockcular assault and pushing his own hips up a bit and gyrating them. Kerry, suddenly remembering what was happening, went down promptly and kissed the boy’s dick. He mimicked his actions, taking a bit of his dick, and then a bit more. He tried to go deeper, but almost gagged and pulled back.

	Kasey felt the sudden retraction and chuckled. He then went forward and in one, silk-slick motion, took Kerry’s whole cock down his throat and pulled away, leaving it slick to the base. Kerry gasped and paused for a moment, to catch his breath.

	“You’re… really good at this.” He said, looking up at Kasey from the gap between their bellies.

	“You better get good quick or my cock is gonna choke you.” Kasey said with a devilish smile, one Kerry had never seen on the boy before.

	For some reason, this turned Kerry one. It turned him on a lot. His cock tightened in response and he licked his lips, tasting precum and inhaling the refreshing, sex-like smell of Kasey as he did it. A sudden breath of enthusiasm washed over him; his body writhed with thirst and he went forward, taking Kasey’s cock almost to the base. He pulled off and went back on him, messing with the top of his dick with his own tongue and lips, and occasionally going back down, going deeper and deeper each time.

	Kasey mirrored him, doing the same thing, though doing it while the receiver knew he could go balls deep at any moment.

	Kerry felt a strange emotion—something akin to jealously and an overpowering need to impress at the same time. He felt like he was being schooled by Kasey, and if he were younger that would have been perfectly fine.

	But I’m not younger, he thought, slowly knobbing on the boy’s tip. I’m the older one. I might not be as experienced, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a few… ideas of my own.

	Kerry pulled his mouth off Kasey’s dick, took a moment to catch his breath and build suspense, and then he kissed the boy’s tip, before sliding his tongue down his shaft all the way to his balls. He licked his scrotum and then pinned a bit of the textured flesh between his lips. He opened his mouth and pushed forward, pulling a testicle into his mouth.

	Kasey’s body tightened and his mouth stopped. When Kerry sucked a bit tighter and caressed the renegade testicle with his tongue, Kasey’s throat vibrated against his cock in a sudden, involuntary moan.

	The sense of power made Kerry’s cock stiffen anew.

	He went forward and sucked and lick, doing his best to pull both testicles into his mouth. Kasey had gone still, as if he’d been paralyzed. Kerry could feel him breathing heavily and he could feel the tightness in the boy’s thighs. Kasey’s erect cock sat pressed firmly against Kerry’s cheek, bits of his precum wiping on Kerry’s cheek-fur with every motion.

	It would be a little awkward if I made him cum like this, but it sure would be amazing if I made him cum first….

	Before Kerry had a chance to think this thought through to any degree of detail, Kasey moved forward, suddenly imbued with new inspiration. His mouth locked around Kerry’s cock. He gripped the top tight with his lips and then pulled up and down, making Kerry squirm.

	Then he opened his mouth and took it to his throat. He pulled away and went forward, letting his saliva wash over the whole shaft, letting his lips slide against Kerry’s manhood.

	“Oh… fuck….” Kerry grunted, his hips feeling as if they were being controlled by Kasey. “Oh… my….” Pleasure rushed to his tip. The entire event had felt good—it had felt amazing, spectacular, wonderful—but what he felt burning inside of him now, rising from the center of his being and accumulating like some giant lake of pure nepenthe: this was transcendent, awe-inspiring, even divine.

	I can’t stop it…. I don’t want to…. I… It’s….

	Words failed him as the pleasure intensified. There was no sentence that could put what he felt into words; there were only feelings, appearing before him like flashes of inspiration. In one of those flashes there was the understanding that he was about to cum in Kasey’s mouth.

	Kerry sucked harder on Kasey’s balls, he licked with more intensity, and then he reached up and grabbed Kasey’s cocked. He pumped away, going up and down in medium-paced, almost tortuous strokes. The pleasure in his own loins slowed down for a moment when he began, but it started up again a few moments later.

	He pumped away, feeling his eyes close as the pleasure washed over him. Cum shot out of his dick, but he didn’t feel the explosion yet. A small river shot out into Kasey’s mouth, making the feline take him even more sensuously. Making him lick him with more intimacy and going as deep as their bodies would allow.

	Kasey began to quiver lightly. Kerry could feel him breathing heavily against his cock and he felt the boy’s cock tighten in his hand. Another wave of cum shot of Kerry not long after the first, filling Kasey’s mouth further, making it overflow until his own dick was rendered as slick as honey.

	And then like a concluding firework at an independence day parade, the pleasure exploded and rose higher and higher, until he felt it in his entire pelvis, rocking it, making his entire body shake. Kerry’s cock tightened and his sphincter opened. A never-ending ocean of cum shot out of him, while his body writhed in electrifying pleasure. A long, low moan left his lips as every part of him went into ecstatic numbness. 

	And then he felt something warm splatter on his cheek. Wave after wave of it, against his face, his ear, even his shoulder. Kasey’s cocked throbbed in his grip. He could hear moans from behind, muddled and filtered through his own sense of befuddling euphoria.

	Kasey’s hips moved forward like his own had. His cock throbbed one last time as a soft, feminine ‘oh’ slipped from his lips. Kerry felt a hand on his lower back and he instinctively knew to stop. Kasey’s body slowly went limp, and it was at that instant that he realized Kasey had stopped the assault on his dick and his own body was relaxing as well.

	He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, struggling for his breath while lightly petting Kasey’s shrinking dick. Their bodies were together now, on top of each other, virtually one. Their warmth mingling together, their fur wet with sweat and cum.

	Every time Kerry inhaled, he could smell Kasey’s scent. It wasn’t fruity any longer. Down by his dick it was the smell of pure cum and sex and energy. He inhaled deeply, cherishing Kasey’s unique, deeply satisfying aroma. He went forward and kissed Kasey on the tip of his nearly soft dick, licking a stray bit of cum off of it.

	Kasey responded by kissing Kerry on the thigh, and then a moment later, forcing himself into motion. He slipped out from under him and flipped around on the bed, slipping his hand under Kerry’s body and hugging him from behind. He pressed himself against Kerry’s bottom and went forward to inhale the scent of the fur on his head. He blew into his ear again, making Kerry writhe.

	Kerry moaned and smiled, looking back at the still frisky feline. Kasey bit his neck and then trailed kisses up to his cheek and then back to his ear. He nibbled on his ear lobe a bit before pulling away and falling down into the pillow with a heavy, satisfied sigh.

	They lied there for several minutes, nearly drifting off into a heavy sleep, but Kerry opened his eyes and begrudgingly turned around to face Kasey.

	“I’ve gotta wash your cum off my fur.”

	There was a moment of silence where, had they both not been so tired, at least one of them would have laughed. Instead, Kasey went forward and licked a small splotch of white off of Kerry’s cheek.

	Kerry squirmed. “Unless you want to give me a whole tongue bath, I don’t know if that’s gonna be enough.”

	“We could work something out….” Kasey locked lips with him, smearing his own cum on Kerry’s lips as well. When he pulled away, Kerry licked it off. “...You’re right though.”

	Kerry moved out the way as Kasey climbed over him and sat down on the edge of the bed.

	“I’ll go grab you a towel.” Kasey stood up and rushed over to his briefs. He shifted around awkwardly as he got them arranged and then quickly slipped up over his dick. He ran to the bathroom and, without even closing the door, began peeing heavily and immediately. When he finished, he recovered himself and fetched a towel.

	“Will this be enough?” Kerry asked, taking the towel from the half-naked teen. “I mean, cum is kinda sticky.”

	“It should be enough for now.” He replied, his voice as silk as smooth. “At least enough to keep anyone from noticing until you get home and can take a proper shower.”

	“Hmm, you sound experienced.” Kerry said, rubbing down his face.

	Kasey smiled. “A bit.”

	“If you don’t mind me asking… how many people have you… y’know….”

	Kasey made a surprised, almost pouty lipped expression, and then his look softened. “Heh, sorry,” he said, leaning forward toward Kerry’s ear. “I never kiss and tell.” He bit his ear lobe again, making Kerry’s cock twitch a bit.

	Kerry grabbed himself. He stroked a few times and watched Kasey’s eyes as the boy looked down at Kerry’s growing cock and then back up at him. Kasey put a hand on Kerry’s moving hand and stopped him.

	“No round two tonight. I wouldn’t want mom to get home early and catch us. And I’d rather Noah didn’t have another secret to lord over me.”

	“No round two, huh….? Kerry hadn’t meant to sound so disappointed, but Kasey smiled seemed to enjoy his reaction.

	He smiled back mischievously. “No round two… tonight.” Kasey grabbed Kerry’s package and squeezed and tugged it lightly, making Kerry bite his bottom lip and squirm. “But I’m definitely going to have you again—and next time, I’m not going to go easy on you.”

	Kasey’s eyes possessed Kerry, kept him locked there, unable to look away. Kerry swallowed and felt his dick stiffen. 

	He was going easy on me…?