It's a sleepy Friday at school, and the teacher just got done mumbling about math for the day. My brain can process it, but I don't really "get" it yet. I *could* study more, but when would I have time to play video games then?! At least there I'm good at counting and memorizing and stuff. No one's going "Daniel, are you writing this down?" or whatever. It's like everyone forgot I always ace my tests anyway. Hmph.

But, never mind that. School's finally done for the day! I hurriedly pack my stuff and try to be the first to leave, but everyone else had the same idea. Watching dozens of kids all trying to fit through the same door is fun, even if I had to wait until the end to get out.

Or at least, I would've if not for a very feeble tug from behind.

"Danni... a-are you busy right now?"

I'd recognize that voice a mile away, awfully soft and barely above a whisper. Sure enough, I turn around, and I see Camille, standing nervously behind me, a hand gripping tightly on my shirt. We share a bit in common; he's a ten-year-old fox, like me, though he's quite shorter. He's also the most shy boy I've ever met, rarely approaching others and looking scared when it's his turn to read out loud. His light, short brown fur and blond hair mean he doesn't stick out much (compared my brown, fluffy fur and dark brown hair, at least), which is just the way he likes it. Sure, that sorta means people pay no attention to him, but he's a dear friend of mine, so usually the attention I give him is more than enough to make him happy.

"Hey, Camille. What's up?" I ask. He seems to be even more nervous than usual.
"I, um... I wanted to... ask you... something..." He trails off, but I still manage to hear him just fine.
"Oh, ask away. If it's about homework, I'd be happy to help--"
"It's not. It's, like... a different thing. But it's... I mean... I dunno..."

Something's up with him, that's for sure. He's rocking a bit in place and not even making eye contact, twiddling his fingers while he tries very hard to put the words together. I don't wanna think he's in trouble... Right away, I take his hands and stare right at him, puffing up my chest with confidence.

"Camille!" I say to him. "If something's bothering you, you can tell me! It's okay. You're my best friend. I'll keep it between us."
"Ah, th-that's the thing," he continues, a little less scared. "Don't tell anyone... I wanna keep it a secret for now."
"Sure thing."
"It's just... I dunno how to say it. I've never, um, said this to anyone?" I can feel his hands getting a bit shaky.
"Aw, buddy... You can do it, trust me. I won't tell."
"Okay..." His breath gets a bit shaky, too. I can tell he's way anxious, but he wants to get it out. "Because, I... I think... I like boys, and... I w-wanted to tell someone, so I thought... I should tell you..." 
"Really?! You do? That's neat! I'm proud of you."
"Ah, keep it down!" He blurts out at me, darting his eyes around the room, as if someone's gonna teleport inside.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, heheh. I got excited... I *am* real proud of you though!"
"Th-thank you... I figured, if anyone should know, it should be you. I trust you the most."

Overwhelmed with happiness, I give Camille the biggest hug I can muster, swinging him around a little and ruffling his hair a ton. Despite his bashfulness, he seems really happy, too.

"Say..." I wonder out loud.
"Huh?"
"There must be a boy you like, then," I tease him.
"Whuh? Me?" Camille gets all shy again...
"Yeah! But again, it'll be a secret. You can tell me."
"Well... if you say so..."
"Yeah?"
"Like, you're a boy, and... I like you, so... I g-guess that, um, makes you a boy that I like...?"
My heart almost jumps right out of my chest. "M-Me? Y-You like..."
Camille, for his part, can't even muster the courage to talk anymore, instead nodding and smiling, embarrassed and turning bright red. Sensing a chance, I decide that, since we're this far in, I'll take charge and prove that I like him too.

We lock the door to make sure no one can get in or see us. Then, I get up close and firmly hold his shoulders, looking into his brown eyes. He, surprisingly, looks into mine as well, gulping expectantly and breathing a little faster. We stare each other down for just a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity... and I feel like I know exactly what he's thinking now. I get the hunch that neither of us knows a lot about love or romance or what couples even do once the confessions are done, but I still feel an urge to make a move fast. Once Camille meekly puts his hands on my chest and feels my heart racing, I decide it's now or never.

I lean forward and close my eyes. He does the same. Our lips meet in the middle, ending in a jittery, but soft kiss. This is... all I know about kissing, really, so we kinda just bump our lips into each other for a little while. Not that we dislike it or anything; heck, we're so into it that we sorta figure it out on the spot, turning our hurried and clumsy smooches into smoother, slower kisses. We quickly get used to the feeling of our lips together, and soon enough, we pull each other away, a bit disoriented and woozy.

"Th--was...that was good," Camille mumbles out, with a smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah. Lemme... lemme try something real quick." I cradle his cheeks and get ready.
"Oka-- mmph...!" He can barely get the words out before I'm back in there, kissing him again.

This time, I open my mouth more, getting a better taste of him, and he follows along pretty fast, opening it just a bit more every time I dive in. It doesn't take too long for me to feel our tongues sliding against one another, but the feeling turns out to be way, way more intoxicating than I expected. Mine swirls around it and tastes it thoroughly, only coming off when we need to breathe again, and then immediately getting back into it. I didn't notice at first, but Camille's buried in my chest now, gripping my fur tight as I hold him close. We stop for now and take off each other's shirts in a rush, but take our time doing the same for our pants. After seeing what all this is doing to our crotches, I can tell why.

As I pull his pants down, I spot a small, but noticeable bulge growing in his undies, getting even bigger thanks to all the rocking and rubbing going on earlier. He looks at it a bit ashamedly, as if he's never shown himself to anyone before, but his worries dissipate once he pulls my pants down too. I've grown stiff down there as well, but we're actually pretty even on the size... which he finds a little funny for some reason.

"Hey... I'm almost as big as you already," he boasts.
"Oh, shush," I mutter, half-offended and half-proud of him.

Only a few seconds later, Camille's taken charge. He pulls down my undies, bringing out my stiff, leaky dick. He eyes it over the way one ogles a fresh pizza after opening its box, hungry and drooling a bit. With how little he knows about love and kisses, I'm surprised he's already got this figured out... he gets on his knees, placing himself at the perfect height, and stuffs it all in his mouth.

"Hah... Camille...?" The feeling is something I can't really describe, but I do know that it feels *amaaaazing*.
"Nnnf..." Camille, meanwhile, is already pretty busy sucking it, tasting it all over and steadily bobbing back and forth.

That alone is a wonderful feeling, but what makes it extra wonderful is seeing Camille focusing so much on this. It gets even better when he opens his eyes and looks right at me, letting out a muffled giggle and showing about as much of a smile as you can show with a dick in your mouth. The way his tail wags with joy and his hands slide across my stomach before curving around and grabbing my butt makes me shake with untamed glee. I make sure my feet are firmly planted on the ground, or else I'm sure I'd drop down and give in to the pleasure.

Things get even lewder when I notice Camille is pawing at his own crotch, too, rubbing and tugging at his dick as he humps the air, in need of release. I guess I didn't notice it until now, because it's soaking wet with pre and throbbing with every thrust. I'm nowhere near close yet, but he's already so close to cumming... I figure it's better to indulge him first, right?

Without a word, I pull him away for now; he looks at me worriedly, thinking he did something wrong, but he wises up once he sees me smirking at him. I get him back up to his feet and kneel in front of him, resting my snout on his crotch for a bit to prepare for what's next. My warm, ragged breaths on his dick seem to feel real nice for him, too. Still, though, I hurry up and put as much of it as I can into my mouth, stopping just short of taking it all in. Tch, he's so big when he's totally hard like this that it can't fit... or at least, that's what he thinks; I surprise him by opening wide and shoving my mouth in it as much as I can, without even flinching, until it's all in.

"Daaaanniiiiii...!!" Camille blurts out, shaky and excited. "I'm... Ah... I-I think I'm close..."

That's my cue. I start bobbing back and forth, much like he did earlier, though I happen to be doing it faster and harder. Wet, lewd noises come out of my mouth as I suckle and swallow away, hungrily taking in all his pre. Much like him, it's *really* sweet, almost unbearably so, but I can't help but want more of it. The way he pulls me in and makes cute faces while I go down on him is a *big* bonus.

It takes a while, but Camille finally reaches his limit, and slams my head down as hard as he can, practically fucking my mouth like it's his personal toy. A few cute, desperate groans later, I can feel a warm liquid pouring down my throat, tasting like a weird combo of waffles and popcorn. It's a bit too thick, but he's holding me down and having the orgasm of his life anyway, so I can't complain at all...

Satisfied and exhausted, Camille carefully drops on his knees, panting and rubbing his chest to get the most out of his afterglow. That feeling, as it turns out, kept me rock hard this whole time, so I waste no time getting back on my feet again and jerking off in front of him.

"You're so dang cute..." I mutter, placing a hand on his head.
He takes one look at what's happening, and gives me a big smile. "Danni... pour it in," he asks me.

Well, there's no way I'd refuse something like that. I pick up the pace, and once I feel the tingles surging all over my body, I lean forward and stuff my dick down his throat, pumping loads and loads of cum inside it. Camille closes his eyes for a moment, waiting until my orgasm's finished to push me away. Without skipping a beat, he briefly opens his mouth to show it's full to the brim with my cum.

Two or three gulps later, he's up on his feet as well, wiping his mouth a bit. Though we're completely naked, shaking a bit, and tired from how long we were going at it, we've never felt a warmer feeling in our hearts in our whole dang lives.

Camille takes my hand. "Danni... Let's, um, do this again soon, 'kay?"
"Heck yeah!" I answer right away. "It's the least I can do for my boyfriend."

Camille blushes intensely, looking about as shy as he did when he confessed to me. You'd think he'd be a little peppier after we sucked each other's dicks. Still, we put our clothes back on, unlock the door, and head out, keeping this our little secret for now. I get the feeling we're gonna be doing this a lot... I'm so happy I get to keep smooching and fucking him for as long as he wants. Though maybe next time we should get a bed or something.