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The sound of pawpads on wet skin, the sound of a halfway grown-up voice whimpering like a kit, and the sound of the shower still running in an attempt to cover all of it up. I was still a kid back then but yeah, I knew what it meant, and I had a pretty good idea that when I opened that door I'd see my dad's friend's teenage son flopped on the bath mat with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his hand wrapped around his stiffy. And sure enough, as I creaked the door open, there he was, and pretty soon I was just about as much of a drooling mess as he was.\nI'm not exactly sure when I \"found out\" I was gay, but I remember the first time I ever saw another guy's... Actually, Geoff was the one who TAUGHT me the word \"dick\" and at the time, I thought it was spelled d-i-c, like the company that made all those old cartoons... Anyway, me and him used to go behind the bushes in his front yard, just barely hidden from the streets, and we'd fool around with eachother. At first we just showed each other, but we kept getting more and more into it, and the stuff we did got more and more.... well, pretty soon it wasn’t the kind of thing you could pretend WASN’T gay, I guess. After a month or so, we were curled up next to each other licking eachother's stiffies like popsicles in summer, and once or twice, he even convinced me to go up under his tail... God, I was so embarrassed... not that I did it but that I kinda WANTED to. Okay, not even kinda. Of COURSE one of those times was the time that my mom decided to try and do yard work in the middle of the afternoon and caught us, caught me with my muzzle tucked up between my best friend's buttcheeks, and the next day I was off to “summer camp”. I dunno if my mom said anything to his parents but either way, me and Geoff didn't see much of eachother after that. \nAnyways, I was talking about the guy that was jerking off in my dad’s bathroom. His name is Dexter. He and his dad are bearcats, or I guess the real name is \"binturong\" or something, but bearcat kinda... fits him better, you know? My dad's buddy, Nick, came over pretty often to talk about, I dunno, stupid business stuff, and sometime seven come on vacations with us, and he usually brought his son along. He was really shy, at least around me, which I thought was weird in a big kid. I don’t mean big as in grown-up (though he was older than me at least) but big as in… BIG. Like, tall, and wide, and every direction. He was still in junior high school, then, I guess, but he was almost as tall as my dad. Anyway, he was super quiet and I remember thinking he didn't like me very much, until this one time we were at the beach and were the only ones at the house. He barely made eye contact the whole hour but eventually we ended up ordering a pizza and playing card games together until like two in the morning. He taught me how to play poker, and when I got back home my mom was so ticked off about that, she threatened not to let my dad take me on vacation again! Anyway, that night while we were watching TV I ended up falling asleep on him on the couch. I think he almost peed himself when I rested my head on him, cause I could hear his heart beating super loud. As soon as he was convinced I was fast asleep he gently lifted me off of him and headed straight for the bathroom and turned on the sink… he just kinda let it run for a few minutes. I didn't know what that meant, at the time. Funny, huh? I knew about blowjobs, kind of, but didn't know what was going on then? And then the next day, he was even more bashful around me that before! I thought for sure I’d done something wrong.\nAnyways, one night later on that week. I wasn't sleepy at all, probably cause I'd thrown off my bedtime so bad from drinking pop and staying up late, and I decided I'd go up to his room and see if he was awake. I didn’t wanna wake up my dad so I snuck up the stairs, so naturally I freaked when I heard my name called out. I thought for sure I was in trouble, till I realized it was coming from upstairs! I peeked around the door, and… Well, I didn't have my glasses on, so I had to squint to make it out, but all I could see was Dex on his bed, and he looked like he was... well, he was rubbing his boner on a pillow, hehe. He had this big fuzzy pillow from the sofa pinned down underneath him and he was, uh, getting really into it. I thought it was hilarious at first, but as I went back to my room, I got to thinking about it... and I got this weird feeling in my tummy when I put it together that he was pretending that pillow was ME.\nThat night was the first night I ever, uh, got off. Well, I mean, I'd... done stuff before but, I didn't specifically... ah, nevermind, it's not important. As soon as I got back to my room though, I grabbed this big brown teddy bear I had gotten last Christmas from Mom, that I was way too old to still be getting that kind of gift, but uh… it came in handy. I dropped my undies around my feet and… well… y’know… and the whole time I was thinking about Dex upstairs doing the same thing. Of course I didn't really squirt or anything, but it still felt really good, really REALLY good… eventually I got tired though and fell asleep, my stiffie still wedged up against that fuzzy belly, a little bit of wet sticky stuff messing up his fur. For a little bit I did it that way practically every night, to the point where I sometimes overdid it and it stung a little. Back at school, when Cameron told me about jerking off, I felt so stupid.\nAnyway, I might not have known how to actually paw off back then, but I knew about it a couple summers later, that time I was sneaking up on him in the bathroom. The door creaked as I was opening it and his eyes locked with mine... it was total panic on his face. I could practically see the lump in his throat go down as he swallowed, hard, and froze. \nEven though I definitely already knew, I asked “What are you doing?” as I scanned down his naked, wet body. His fur was still kinda damp from the shower, the shaggier bits hanging in clumps, a little bit of bubbly shampoo still stuck to his chest and his round tummy. He squeaked – this high school kid actually SQUEAKED! - and crossed his legs, trying to hide himself. It didn't really work, though. Like I said, he was BIG. Every way. Especially that one.\n\"Get out of here!\" he hissed, looking behind me to see if anyone else was coming… I knew he wouldn't yell at me, though. He hardly never raised his voice, and besides, I knew he REALLY didn't wanna get caught like this. \n\"Whoa,\" I said, \"Your... is that your weenie? It's, like, huge!\" Okay, stop laughing. yeah, I still said 'weenie' back then, but like I said, it was three years ago! Besides, 'dick' always sounded kinda... well, bad, to me? Like you call someone a dick when they're BEING a dick, when they make you feel bad? And seeing his w-… uh, seeing his dick definitely wasn’t making me feel anything bad\nI bet I can imagine the thoughts going through his head. He must have been like, sixteen? So, he wasn't, like, an ADULT, but he was definitely too old to be hanging out with a kid like me, let alone messing around like this… but I watched his face, watched his eyes switch from frantic and scared to desperate, and as I stepped up to him and put my paw on his knee, and leaned in closer, I knew he'd let his knees move back apart for me, and I knew what he'd ask next, and I knew what my answer would be...\n\"You... You wanna see it?\"\nI didn't swear back then either, I still thought it was like... totally wrong to do? But I still almost swore out loud as he spread his legs wide apart and let his junk flop free... man, I was so... I was gonna say jealous, but jealous isn't really the right word, I guess. I didn't want to have his dick INSTEAD of mine, I just wanted to HAVE it. Like... for it to belong to me. I asked if I could touch it, and he nodded, but there’s no way he could of expected me to lean in and just smoosh my cheek against it… the poor guy gasped so hard it sounded like it hurt, but I really seriously couldn't help myself. I felt his whole body tense up as I nuzzled up against him, and when I breathed in, man I almost lost it, too. That heavy smell that was floating in the air, that was already making me drool even while I sat outside the door listening to him... It made me feel like I was at the top of a roller coaster, ready to drop, forever. I looked up at him and saw his head back, his eyes closed, his whole body shivering nervously, and instantly I was so hard that it HURT. Like, ACTUALLY HURT. I couldn't BELIEVE that I was the one doing that to him, that it was me making him feel so good he could barely hold himself up... I started wriggling out of my pants and undies, but Dexter's paws slipped around behind me, squeezing my butt before sliding between my waistband and my fur. \"Can I?\" he asked, and I nodded, rubbing my cheek along his dick. Without skipping a beat, he had my tightie-whities (shut up, they're comfy) around my ankles, and his paw cupping my junk, his pawpads still slick with his own spit and stuff. \nJeez, I'm lucky I was on my knees already, cause my legs were like Jello by that point... He coiled his fingers tight around me, pulling the skin up over my tip and back down, and I'd never done it that way before but it's the only way I ever jerk off, now. Anyway, I figured he must like it like that, so I wrapped my paws around him, and yeah I had to use both, cause they didn't quite fit all the way around… and I copied him, rolling that loose skin up and down... Dex gasped and tensed up, and he leaked out TONS all over my paws, so much I honestly thought he was peeing at first. I didn’t know a guy could make that much… It was like, sticky and slick at the same time, and it smelled awesome so I couldn't help but lean in… as soon as I got there, Dex's paw was on the back of my head, pulling my hair a little bit as he pressed my face against him, getting that stuff all over my face, knocking my glasses off onto the floor. That sound brought him back to his senses, and he tried to apologize while picking my glasses up off the tile and fixing them back on my face... there was a little bit of his stuff on the lenses, and I dunno, I guess I kinda wanted to show him that I didn't really care, that I was cool with it, and so I... okay, this is kinda weird I guess, but I licked his stuff off my glasses, and I saw his jaw just hit the floor. I guess whatever I did was good though because he grinned and asked if I actually liked it. When I nodded he just smirked goofily, said \"Well, there's a lot more,\" in a voice that was trying to be cool but was totally dorky, and held his dripping dick out for me.\nSo, Remember I told you about Geoff? Well... I know I liked licking him better than he liked licking me. I mean, sure I liked how it felt, his tongue down there, but I could kinda tell he was just doing it as, like, payback, right? Whereas, when I was doing it to him, tasting him, feeling him react, it just felt so SATISFYING to me. It felt like staying home from school, eating a big bowl of noodles, wrapping up in a huge fuzzy blanket and flopping on the couch for a tummyrub at the same time. I guess this sounds like, really really gay, but I don’t care… it felt awesome, and after what happened I didn’t really fool around with other guys much after that, and I'd... this is embarassing but I'd tried to like, reach myself a couple of times? And I got there once, got that taste on my tongue, and it was awesome but my neck hurt for like a week so I didn't do that again. So, anyway, I was really, really ready for this. \nI lapped my tongue up, just like I used to with Geoff, only this time the popsicle was melting, dripping gooey stuff all over, and I couldn't believe how awesome it tasted... I let it just pour all over my face, I think I was gulping it down as fast as I could, and eventually I just wrapped my lips round him and pressed my tongue right against his, uh, pee-hole? Gross, I guess, I dunno what else to call it... anyway, I just did that, over and over, swallowing the stuff as fast as he could squirt it out. He wasn't jerking me off anymore, but I really didn't mind... instead, he had his paws grabbing my head just behind my ears, and was trying his best, I could tell, not to just cram his whole boner down my throat. Anyway, next thing I remember, my mouth was full of some less-good-tasting white stuff, dribbling down my chin and onto the rug between Dex's legs. I sputtered a little and tried to say something, but before I could Dex was there, pressing his muzzle to mine, his tongue pretty much filling my mouth as he pulled me on top of him, squeezing me so tight... I didn't know how to kiss or anything, and I guess I still sort of don't, so I just sort of rubbed my tongue against his… I guess I was nervous that I was doing it wrong so I giggled a little and I ended up kinda dripping some of his stuff out onto his face... then he ended up laughing, and then I started laughing harder, and we just kind of laid there, all messy and sticky and happy, until I heard the garage door opening downstairs... We both freaked out and in like thirty seconds we cleaned both our faces off, put our clothes on, Febrezed the heck out of the bathroom and went downstairs acting like nothing had happened. \nLater that night, after Dad had went to bed, we were snuggling on the couch and watching cartoons, just like we had a few years back. he told me he had always been kind of afraid that I didn’t like him, that I thought he was a weirdo. I just looked up at him and said \"Yeah, but don't worry. I'm a weirdo too.\"\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"When I opened the door to the bathroom, it wasn't an accident, but I pretended it was.
I mean, it was three whole years ago, but I wasn't so sheltered that I didn't understand what those noises meant. The sound of pawpads on wet skin, the sound of a halfway grown-up voice whimpering like a kit, and the sound of the shower still running in an attempt to cover all of it up. I was still a kid back then but yeah, I knew what it meant, and I had a pretty good idea that when I opened that door I'd see my dad's friend's teenage son flopped on the bath mat with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his hand wrapped around his stiffy. And sure enough, as I creaked the door open, there he was, and pretty soon I was just about as much of a drooling mess as he was.
I'm not exactly sure when I "found out" I was gay, but I remember the first time I ever saw another guy's... Actually, Geoff was the one who TAUGHT me the word "dick" and at the time, I thought it was spelled d-i-c, like the company that made all those old cartoons... Anyway, me and him used to go behind the bushes in his front yard, just barely hidden from the streets, and we'd fool around with eachother. At first we just showed each other, but we kept getting more and more into it, and the stuff we did got more and more.... well, pretty soon it wasn’t the kind of thing you could pretend WASN’T gay, I guess. After a month or so, we were curled up next to each other licking eachother's stiffies like popsicles in summer, and once or twice, he even convinced me to go up under his tail... God, I was so embarrassed... not that I did it but that I kinda WANTED to. Okay, not even kinda. Of COURSE one of those times was the time that my mom decided to try and do yard work in the middle of the afternoon and caught us, caught me with my muzzle tucked up between my best friend's buttcheeks, and the next day I was off to “summer camp”. I dunno if my mom said anything to his parents but either way, me and Geoff didn't see much of eachother after that.
Anyways, I was talking about the guy that was jerking off in my dad’s bathroom. His name is Dexter. He and his dad are bearcats, or I guess the real name is "binturong" or something, but bearcat kinda... fits him better, you know? My dad's buddy, Nick, came over pretty often to talk about, I dunno, stupid business stuff, and sometime seven come on vacations with us, and he usually brought his son along. He was really shy, at least around me, which I thought was weird in a big kid. I don’t mean big as in grown-up (though he was older than me at least) but big as in… BIG. Like, tall, and wide, and every direction. He was still in junior high school, then, I guess, but he was almost as tall as my dad. Anyway, he was super quiet and I remember thinking he didn't like me very much, until this one time we were at the beach and were the only ones at the house. He barely made eye contact the whole hour but eventually we ended up ordering a pizza and playing card games together until like two in the morning. He taught me how to play poker, and when I got back home my mom was so ticked off about that, she threatened not to let my dad take me on vacation again! Anyway, that night while we were watching TV I ended up falling asleep on him on the couch. I think he almost peed himself when I rested my head on him, cause I could hear his heart beating super loud. As soon as he was convinced I was fast asleep he gently lifted me off of him and headed straight for the bathroom and turned on the sink… he just kinda let it run for a few minutes. I didn't know what that meant, at the time. Funny, huh? I knew about blowjobs, kind of, but didn't know what was going on then? And then the next day, he was even more bashful around me that before! I thought for sure I’d done something wrong.
Anyways, one night later on that week. I wasn't sleepy at all, probably cause I'd thrown off my bedtime so bad from drinking pop and staying up late, and I decided I'd go up to his room and see if he was awake. I didn’t wanna wake up my dad so I snuck up the stairs, so naturally I freaked when I heard my name called out. I thought for sure I was in trouble, till I realized it was coming from upstairs! I peeked around the door, and… Well, I didn't have my glasses on, so I had to squint to make it out, but all I could see was Dex on his bed, and he looked like he was... well, he was rubbing his boner on a pillow, hehe. He had this big fuzzy pillow from the sofa pinned down underneath him and he was, uh, getting really into it. I thought it was hilarious at first, but as I went back to my room, I got to thinking about it... and I got this weird feeling in my tummy when I put it together that he was pretending that pillow was ME.
That night was the first night I ever, uh, got off. Well, I mean, I'd... done stuff before but, I didn't specifically... ah, nevermind, it's not important. As soon as I got back to my room though, I grabbed this big brown teddy bear I had gotten last Christmas from Mom, that I was way too old to still be getting that kind of gift, but uh… it came in handy. I dropped my undies around my feet and… well… y’know… and the whole time I was thinking about Dex upstairs doing the same thing. Of course I didn't really squirt or anything, but it still felt really good, really REALLY good… eventually I got tired though and fell asleep, my stiffie still wedged up against that fuzzy belly, a little bit of wet sticky stuff messing up his fur. For a little bit I did it that way practically every night, to the point where I sometimes overdid it and it stung a little. Back at school, when Cameron told me about jerking off, I felt so stupid.
Anyway, I might not have known how to actually paw off back then, but I knew about it a couple summers later, that time I was sneaking up on him in the bathroom. The door creaked as I was opening it and his eyes locked with mine... it was total panic on his face. I could practically see the lump in his throat go down as he swallowed, hard, and froze.
Even though I definitely already knew, I asked “What are you doing?” as I scanned down his naked, wet body. His fur was still kinda damp from the shower, the shaggier bits hanging in clumps, a little bit of bubbly shampoo still stuck to his chest and his round tummy. He squeaked – this high school kid actually SQUEAKED! - and crossed his legs, trying to hide himself. It didn't really work, though. Like I said, he was BIG. Every way. Especially that one.
"Get out of here!" he hissed, looking behind me to see if anyone else was coming… I knew he wouldn't yell at me, though. He hardly never raised his voice, and besides, I knew he REALLY didn't wanna get caught like this.
"Whoa," I said, "Your... is that your weenie? It's, like, huge!" Okay, stop laughing. yeah, I still said 'weenie' back then, but like I said, it was three years ago! Besides, 'dick' always sounded kinda... well, bad, to me? Like you call someone a dick when they're BEING a dick, when they make you feel bad? And seeing his w-… uh, seeing his dick definitely wasn’t making me feel anything bad
I bet I can imagine the thoughts going through his head. He must have been like, sixteen? So, he wasn't, like, an ADULT, but he was definitely too old to be hanging out with a kid like me, let alone messing around like this… but I watched his face, watched his eyes switch from frantic and scared to desperate, and as I stepped up to him and put my paw on his knee, and leaned in closer, I knew he'd let his knees move back apart for me, and I knew what he'd ask next, and I knew what my answer would be...
"You... You wanna see it?"
I didn't swear back then either, I still thought it was like... totally wrong to do? But I still almost swore out loud as he spread his legs wide apart and let his junk flop free... man, I was so... I was gonna say jealous, but jealous isn't really the right word, I guess. I didn't want to have his dick INSTEAD of mine, I just wanted to HAVE it. Like... for it to belong to me. I asked if I could touch it, and he nodded, but there’s no way he could of expected me to lean in and just smoosh my cheek against it… the poor guy gasped so hard it sounded like it hurt, but I really seriously couldn't help myself. I felt his whole body tense up as I nuzzled up against him, and when I breathed in, man I almost lost it, too. That heavy smell that was floating in the air, that was already making me drool even while I sat outside the door listening to him... It made me feel like I was at the top of a roller coaster, ready to drop, forever. I looked up at him and saw his head back, his eyes closed, his whole body shivering nervously, and instantly I was so hard that it HURT. Like, ACTUALLY HURT. I couldn't BELIEVE that I was the one doing that to him, that it was me making him feel so good he could barely hold himself up... I started wriggling out of my pants and undies, but Dexter's paws slipped around behind me, squeezing my butt before sliding between my waistband and my fur. "Can I?" he asked, and I nodded, rubbing my cheek along his dick. Without skipping a beat, he had my tightie-whities (shut up, they're comfy) around my ankles, and his paw cupping my junk, his pawpads still slick with his own spit and stuff.
Jeez, I'm lucky I was on my knees already, cause my legs were like Jello by that point... He coiled his fingers tight around me, pulling the skin up over my tip and back down, and I'd never done it that way before but it's the only way I ever jerk off, now. Anyway, I figured he must like it like that, so I wrapped my paws around him, and yeah I had to use both, cause they didn't quite fit all the way around… and I copied him, rolling that loose skin up and down... Dex gasped and tensed up, and he leaked out TONS all over my paws, so much I honestly thought he was peeing at first. I didn’t know a guy could make that much… It was like, sticky and slick at the same time, and it smelled awesome so I couldn't help but lean in… as soon as I got there, Dex's paw was on the back of my head, pulling my hair a little bit as he pressed my face against him, getting that stuff all over my face, knocking my glasses off onto the floor. That sound brought him back to his senses, and he tried to apologize while picking my glasses up off the tile and fixing them back on my face... there was a little bit of his stuff on the lenses, and I dunno, I guess I kinda wanted to show him that I didn't really care, that I was cool with it, and so I... okay, this is kinda weird I guess, but I licked his stuff off my glasses, and I saw his jaw just hit the floor. I guess whatever I did was good though because he grinned and asked if I actually liked it. When I nodded he just smirked goofily, said "Well, there's a lot more," in a voice that was trying to be cool but was totally dorky, and held his dripping dick out for me.
So, Remember I told you about Geoff? Well... I know I liked licking him better than he liked licking me. I mean, sure I liked how it felt, his tongue down there, but I could kinda tell he was just doing it as, like, payback, right? Whereas, when I was doing it to him, tasting him, feeling him react, it just felt so SATISFYING to me. It felt like staying home from school, eating a big bowl of noodles, wrapping up in a huge fuzzy blanket and flopping on the couch for a tummyrub at the same time. I guess this sounds like, really really gay, but I don’t care… it felt awesome, and after what happened I didn’t really fool around with other guys much after that, and I'd... this is embarassing but I'd tried to like, reach myself a couple of times? And I got there once, got that taste on my tongue, and it was awesome but my neck hurt for like a week so I didn't do that again. So, anyway, I was really, really ready for this.
I lapped my tongue up, just like I used to with Geoff, only this time the popsicle was melting, dripping gooey stuff all over, and I couldn't believe how awesome it tasted... I let it just pour all over my face, I think I was gulping it down as fast as I could, and eventually I just wrapped my lips round him and pressed my tongue right against his, uh, pee-hole? Gross, I guess, I dunno what else to call it... anyway, I just did that, over and over, swallowing the stuff as fast as he could squirt it out. He wasn't jerking me off anymore, but I really didn't mind... instead, he had his paws grabbing my head just behind my ears, and was trying his best, I could tell, not to just cram his whole boner down my throat. Anyway, next thing I remember, my mouth was full of some less-good-tasting white stuff, dribbling down my chin and onto the rug between Dex's legs. I sputtered a little and tried to say something, but before I could Dex was there, pressing his muzzle to mine, his tongue pretty much filling my mouth as he pulled me on top of him, squeezing me so tight... I didn't know how to kiss or anything, and I guess I still sort of don't, so I just sort of rubbed my tongue against his… I guess I was nervous that I was doing it wrong so I giggled a little and I ended up kinda dripping some of his stuff out onto his face... then he ended up laughing, and then I started laughing harder, and we just kind of laid there, all messy and sticky and happy, until I heard the garage door opening downstairs... We both freaked out and in like thirty seconds we cleaned both our faces off, put our clothes on, Febrezed the heck out of the bathroom and went downstairs acting like nothing had happened.
Later that night, after Dad had went to bed, we were snuggling on the couch and watching cartoons, just like we had a few years back. he told me he had always been kind of afraid that I didn’t like him, that I thought he was a weirdo. I just looked up at him and said "Yeah, but don't worry. I'm a weirdo too."
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