SLEEPOVER AT SKYLAR'S

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WARNING!!!!  CUB YIFF INSIDE!  DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO IMAGINE THAT KIND OF STUFF!
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This whole thing was so strange and bizarre that I still can't believe it actually
happened. Whenever I start to feel skeptical, or think it was just an extremely
good dream, I just look under my bed and grab my book bag, and there it is...right
on the flash card...my first sexual experience with Skylar...okay, okay...my first 
sexual experience with anyone...recorded for everyone in the world to see -- (well,
okay, hopefully not everyone in the world -- I'd pretty much shit my pants if my mother
ever found it) -- but hey, I know for certain I'll be watching it over and over again 
this week -- and I'm sure Skylar will want to come over and see it too. That should lead
to some interesting times and perhaps some more fun.

Skylar is this really fun wolf pup that lives on the same block I do. He's ten 
like me, but we don't go to the same school or anything, because I'm in regular
elementary school and his parents prefer to home school him. Still, living on
the same block only a few houses away from each other, it didn't take long before
we ran into each other in the neighborhood and became good friends. As far as I
know, we're the only boys around the same age on the block, so it's sort of natural 
that we'd start hanging out together and sleeping over at each others' houses and 
stuff.

My name's Zander -- which sucks -- because trust me, other kids can come up
with about fifty million different nicknames for that one. I've been called
everything from Zandbox to Zandy Vagina ever since first grade. Don't
ask me where first-graders even learn names like Zandy Vagina -- but I've
been called that since before I even knew what it was.  I'm a blue, black 
and white calico kitten.  Most people tease me about it since my fur is more
than one color and anything different from the norm is regarded as "freakish".

Anyway, that's one of the things I like so much about Skylar. Not only is he
fun to hang around with, but not even once since I met him -- about three 
years ago now -- has he ever called me anything but Zander. Just about
everyone tries to call me something else other than my name about two hours 
after they've met me -- even my own mom calls me Zan -- so, believe me -- it's
kind of refreshing to hang out with somebody all day who has the courtesy to
remember the "d" "e" "r" at the end. That's just the way Skylar is. Courteous
and polite. Not in a stupid way either. In a nice way; at least to me.

So, anyway...my parents were off to God-knows-where for some stupid wedding last
Friday night -- some cousin or God-son or nephew or something -- (who really
cares?) -- and they called up Skylar's parents to see if I could sleep over at
his house for the night. My mother is so weird -- she made it sound like it was
this really long drive and that they didn't know how late they'd be back. Yeah...
Right...  The drive was only about forty minutes. She probably just wanted to
unload me on someone else so her and dad could get good and wasted at the 
reception and shack up at some motel on the way back home and not have to worry
about me. Not that my parents are assholes or anything -- in fact, they're pretty
cool as far as parents go -- but hey, when you get to be their age, I suppose
whenever an opportunity comes up to get shitfaced and hump each other, you send 
junior off to the neighbors' house and screw each other's brains out.

As it turned out, I should be thanking them for it! Because....wow! While
they were getting drunk and humping...*gulp!*...so was I! Although I had no 
idea that that's what I'd be doing at the time.

Like I said, Skylar and I have been friends for a couple of years -- and sure,
we've talked about sex and pawing off and stuff like that -- you know, just basic
sex stuff that all boys talk about. Things like: how many times a day do you
do it, and what do you think about when you get the urge, and you know... questions
like "Can you cum yet?" and that kind of stuff -- just basic boy talk between really 
good friends.

So, I really had no idea Skylar had anything in mind for me when I arrived
at his house to spend the night. We'd never done anything sexual with each other
before besides just talking about it. I didn't even know what his dick looked like.
I don't think I've ever even seen him go pee before...We live in the city, so
it's not like we're standing outside peeing on trees on the side of the road or
anything. We pretty much stuck to the average toilet and closed-bathroom-door
method.

Anyway, I got home at about four in the afternoon after what seemed like an
incredibly long and boring day at school last Friday. Mom and Dad were already dressed
for the wedding and heading out the door. Dad hands me a twenty and says, "Have a good
night, sport -- here's some money if you boys want to get a pizza or rent some videos
or games or something."

Mom said, "Be sure to thank Mr. and Mrs. Wing for letting you stay over."

And of course, I nod yes, but I'm thinking, "Yeah, sure, I'll walk in the
house and first thing we'll do is sit down and have a big group hug..." Whatever...
My parents can be so weird about stuff sometimes.

After I got to Skylar's I went to look for him and I found him up in his room. When I got
there he was playing Fable. Like I said, his parents are pretty well off, so there's like,
a computer or a game console in every room of the house. I swear, he probably has more 
than one of each kind and had most of the really difficult games figured out while I was
still in Ninja Turtle underwear watching Blue's Clues.

"Zander!" he smiled, taking his eyes of the screen for just a split second as I walked up to
his room. "Come on in, bud. Shut the door. My mom says the sound of me slaughtering villagers
makes her nervous."

I giggled. I've got the same game, as well as the same type of mom.

"Besides," he added quickly, "I've got a little you-know-what in the you-know-where."

Casually, he slid open his desk drawer and produced a bottle of vodka. Still
slaughtering villagers with his right paw, he unscrewed the top of the bottle
with his left paw and took a nice big hit off the bottle and handed it over
to me.

"You're such a naughty puppy..." I grinned, taking a big swig myself. I tried to pretend
that it tasted good and that it didn't burn, but yowch...that stuff is nasty.  *Blech!*

We sat around for a while, pretty much polishing off the whole bottle, feeling really
good and numb while Skylar kept on playing his game. I could tell he was getting
really drunk because he wasn't quite playing as well as he normally did. Shit... 
His villagers were running and getting away all over the place.

"Oops..." he giggled, taking another swig off the bottle. "Guess I shouldn't
be letting them get away, huh?"

I laughed and sat down cross-legged on the floor. "Murder them all!"

"Skylar!" his mother yelled from downstairs a few minutes later. "Are you two
going to be all right? We're heading out!"

"We'll be fine!" Skylar yelled back. "Have fun!"

"What's that all about?" I asked, pushing the door the rest of the way closed.

"Oh, she's going to some dumb thing at work -- some party for some professor
who's leaving or something."

Skylar's parents worked at the same university. His mom was the dean, whatever
that is. His dad was some kind of computer dude.

"Sweet," I grinned. "How long do you think they are going to be gone?"

"Weeks, I hope." he said.

I laughed again. I was sure it wouldn't be weeks, but at least we'd be able to
make some noise and not worry about it for a couple of hours.

"Hey... You want some pizza?" I asked. "My dad gave me some cash."

"Cool," he said, handing me his cell. Like he really needed anyone to pay for 
the pizza... He probably saw more in allowance in a week than I did in a month. 
Still, that was another cool thing about him. He didn't flaunt it at all. He'd 
pay for anything, anytime and not even blink, but when you offered to return 
the favor, he wouldn't get all rich-kid on you and say, "No, that's alright, let
me..." he'd let you pay for stuff as well...just like a normal kid. I appreciated
that. It made me feel equal to him on a personal level.

I ordered the pizza and he kept playing his game. It showed up about half an
hour later.  We ate...talked about boy stuff... We just really unwound. It was 
really nice to have the house to ourselves.

"So what would you like to do, 'honored guest?'" He burped loudly and threw a
crust back into the box. We'd pretty much eaten the whole pizza and we were
starting to grow restless, probably because of the alcohol.

"I don't know," I said, kicking my shoes off and getting comfortable. I
spotted the camcorder in the corner, on its tripod, where it always was.
We'd never used it for anything before. Hell, it was more like a decoration.

"Hey... I know! Let's make a movie." I said.

"Sweet," he agreed, saving his game and shutting off the TV. "Just hit record.
You film, and I'll star."

"Alright, sure," I grinned, still feeling the effects of the half a bottle of 
vodka I drank, even on a full stomach. "You're such superstar material." I turned
on the power and pushed the record button, lining him up in the shot. I had no idea
what kind of acting he had in mind, but I was completely sure it'd be funny. Turns out
it was a sort of training film. More training than I had in mind, actually, but
hey, I'm not complaining.

"Hello," he said in a friendly voice to the camera. I could tell he was
totally wasted. "Welcome to homeroom class. I'm Miss Katie Rugmuncher, and today
I'll be explaining sex to all of you little kids out there."

"Oh great," I said from behind the camera. "This should be extremely informative."

"First, I'd like you to observe my monstrous hooters," he grinned, puffing
out his chest and walking in closer to the lens for a close-up. He stumbled
a little as he walked closer, probably because he was still drunk as well.

I tried not to shake the picture, but he looked so stupid, I just had to laugh.

"Your titties are pretty tiny." I giggled. "I think you need to eat more Wheaties,
Katie."

"Oh really?" he smiled. "Wait'll I get my new improved knockers on... Then
you'll be spurting in your shorts, buddy."

I waited and watched, grinning, wondering what crazy thing he'd do next. He
walked to his dresser and opened the drawer. He pulled out a couple pair of briefs
and rolled them up into little balls. He stuffed them under his shirt and tried
his best to do a sexy, seductive walk toward the camera.

"That's much better," I said. "Now you've got something squeezable, baby."

"You think that's nice?" he winked. "Wait until you see my hot little
coochie."

Now this was getting good... I'm glad I was drunk... This was definitely
not a domain we'd wandered into before.

"Oh, baby..." I said. "Bring it on, superstar."

He fumbled with his shorts for a second trying to get the button undone and his
zipper down -- God, I couldn't believe he was actually going to do this on camera!
Shit... he must have been plastered! I started laughing before he even had his 
underwear down. But sure enough, he slid his shorts down his legs, stepped out of 
his boxers, and there he was, in his full naked glory, while I stood there recording
the whole thing. Man, this was going to make one amazing blackmail recording if he 
ever got any good secrets on me.

For the very first time, I saw his penis. It was still in his sheath. I remember 
thinking it looked very different than mine. Nothing too small, nothing too huge,
but really neat looking as far as dicks go. Mine looks like a human's penis.
I felt my prick starting to get a little harder while I looked at him. I guess I was 
just feeling weird or something. It had never occurred to me that looking at my 
friend's wiener could get me horny or anything like that.

He was still very into the part. "Watch this," he chirped to the camera.

He grabbed the base of his ball sack and stretched it up over his sheath and 
sort of wobbled toward the camera. "I've got the hottest little pussy in the
whole wide world," he cooed, batting his eyes at the camera, and looking like
a complete and total idiot. "Would you like if I finger it for you children?
Would you mind?" he said.

I was still trying to smile and act like nothing was strange, even though I
could feel my own willy getting harder and harder in my shorts, constricted by
the fabric of my tighty whities, making me sort of uncomfortable down there. I was
hoping he was so into his act that he wouldn't notice it with me standing behind
the tripod. I didn't exactly want him to know I was getting aroused from this strange 
stuff. That's all I'd need... Adding something like "faggot boy" to my list of 
nicknames, which was already way too long.

"Oh yeah," he said in a soft moaning voice that for some reason, sent a shiver
down my spine. "Watch me while I finger my hot little twat for you, baby."

Not losing eye contact with the camera for a minute, he slowly stuck out his
middle finger and brought it to his lips, where he started sucking on it and
getting it all slimy and covered with spit. After it was good and wet, he
lowered his arm and brought his finger down to his "pussy."

"Make sure you get a close-up," he grinned. Like there was any way I'd miss
this... Hell, buzzed or not, I was already zooming in.

He started sliding his wet finger in and out of his fake vagina -- and as he
was doing it, he was moaning really loudly. I looked up at his face and he
had his eyes closed. He was licking his own lips while he moaned, making
the most arousing sounds and just really getting into it. My own pecker felt 
like it was going to explode out of my undies.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and stared at me for a second. "I can see you're 
getting into the moviemaking business too," he smiled at me, nodding down to 
the obvious small bulge in my shorts.

"Well... hey..." I said, my face flushing with embarrassment. "When a hot little 
bitch like you starts shaking her groove thang in a kitten's face like that, what 
can I say?"

Suddenly he started blushing. "W-would you want to do something about that?"
he asked hesitantly...a little quieter than he'd been talking before.

"I don't know..." I said. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

He paused for a second. "I mean, I could suck it for you." Then he added
nervously, "I-if you want. I mean, I wouldn't mind or anything."

Oh my God... I couldn't believe it. Here was a friend who'd never even seen me
take a piss before, and he was offering to suck my wiener. I mean, I'd heard
about friends who did those sorts of things with each other, but I'd never really 
given it much thought. I certainly never thought I'd ever get any offers like that
myself, especially not from my best friend. My dick was practically killing me, 
it was so hard. I answered with the only thing I could really say in a situation 
like that.

"Well...o-okay, I guess...if you swear you won't tell anybody."

"Oh, for sure," he grinned. "Like I'll go and announce it at the park or
something... Moron."

He laughed and motioned me over to his bed.

"Keep the camcorder running," he winked. "Aim it at the bed."

I certainly wasn't about to argue. I lined up a shot and walked over to him...my hard
rod, struggling to get out of my underpants, waiting for some release.

He must have sensed my nervousness.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said, motioning me over. "It's no big deal.
We're friends, there's nothing to worry about."

"You sure?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Yeah," he answered, smiling at me. "I saw some stuff on the internet. I think I 
know -- y- well... you know -- how to do some stuff that will feel good."

Fine with me...Hell, if it meant getting my dick sucked for the first time,
I didn't care where he got his training.

I walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. He looked at me with
confidence...not at all nervous, unlike me. "Just relax," he said.
"Nobody'll ever know about this. It's just two friends playing around."

I tried to take a deep breath and let whatever was going to happen, just happen.
I was trying not to be nervous, but I think I closed my eyes anyway.

I felt his fingers reaching for the button of my shorts. He had them undone in
a jiffy, and I heard the sound of my zipper sliding down as he was tugging on my
shorts. Even that much felt better on my hindered, erect penis. Then, sort of 
lifting me up a little, he slid down my shorts and then he pulled down my underwear. 
Even nervous and half afraid, I had the sense to hope I didn't have any bad skid 
marks in my undies or anything gross like that. Luckily, I didn't.

"Hey... Now that's nice," he said, looking down at my shaft. "I love uncut boys.
Your peepee is very cute." he said blushing the whole time.

I opened one eye and I looked at his as well. It was obviously no longer being covered 
up by his ball sack in any type of comedic display. Now it was pointed straight up, his
reddish pink boner poking out of his sheath. It looked good. It was the same size as mine 
when hard. About four inches. Maybe a little bit smaller.

"I-I don't know Skylar, I'm a little scared." I said, still worried about the camcorder 
recording us doing this. What would happen if this tape was ever found by my parents? 

"Shhh..." he whispered into my ear. "Relax. I'll make you feel really good."

Before I knew what was happening, he kneeled down on the floor in front of my legs 
while I sat there on the bed. He bent his head over my lap and sniffed and nosed 
my balls around a bit. His wet nose was a little cold but it kinda tickled. 
He reached out a paw and grabbed my penis and gently pulled my foreskin back. He opened 
his muzzle and soon I felt the soft, warm tickling of his wet tongue lapping on the 
throbbing, bulbous head of my boyhood. It felt so good, so very good. Oh my God, I couldn't 
believe he was doing this. I never wanted it to end.

Then he went to work on me like I never would have expected. I didn't think
he would put my whole dick in his maw like that -- but that's exactly
what he did -- licking the hard shaft up and down and then once it was wet,
taking the whole throbbing thing into his maw, pushing it way down his
muzzle -- not even gagging as he surrounded my rod with his hot, wet maw.
I moaned and whispered, "Oh my God, Skylar...that feels so good. Please don't
stop."

His hands ran their way up my tummy, past my nipples and down onto my arms.
I shivered. Still suckling me, he ran his paws down the length of my 
arms and grabbed my wrists. He took my paws and placed them on his head.

I grabbed a handful of his long purple fur with both paws...not hard, but
enough to guide his head up and down on my pulsing shaft. He sucked me and
moaned a little as I lifted his head up and down, pushing my rock hard cock 
farther and farther into his waiting maw.

"Oh Skylar," I whispered. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum."

"Don't..." he whispered back, stopping quickly. "You can't cum yet. This is
good, but there's a lot more we can do."

I remained quiet, not quite sure of what he meant.

After a few moments of silence he blushed heavily and said to me, "I want you to 
fuck me, Zander... Will you? Please?"

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. They looked like they were begging me to do it.
He was so sincere...so shy. Like he was afraid I would say "no" and tell him to
get the hell away from me.

I was stunned. "I-I'm not really sure what to do," I said nervously after a few seconds.

"Just lie down," he said. "We'll figure it out. It'll be okay."

"Do you promise you won't tell anybody?" I asked quickly.

"I swear," he said, his eyes practically pleading. "I'll never tell anybody
about this as long as I live."

"Okay," I said, lying back on the bed. "I want to do this with you."

I wasn't sure how it would happen exactly. For a minute, I wondered if it
would be clean, or if I'd get anything on me, or anything like that. I
guess I'd had a mental picture in my mind of boys doing stuff like this
before, but I wasn't quite sure what it would be like in actual practice.
Let me tell you, it turned out to be pretty amazing.

He scooted up on the bed and got on his front paws. He put one paw on each side of 
me and then lifted his leg up to put it on the other side of me.  As he did I felt 
his penis brush against my tummy fur. He set his leg down on my other side and sat 
back up straddling himself over the top of my waist and lifted his tail up. My wiener
was still hard as a rock and I was missing that warm, electric feeling his maw had 
been giving me. But when he wet his tailhole with his own spit and slowly sat 
down on my cock, gently nudging it inward, wincing as he sat down on it, taking it 
all the way inside of him, I knew that his muzzle had only been the tip of the iceberg. 
What I was feeling now was something completely better -- the hottest, tightest pleasure
I'd ever imagined... No, never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined something 
could feel this warm and tight and just this good all at once. With my eyes wide open, 
I watched him as he adjusted himself, going slowly at first, raising himself up and down 
on the length of my hard shaft, his eyes closed, soft moans coming from his muzzle, teeth 
gritted in a little pain one moment, then maw open and gasping in pleasure the next.

"You feel so good inside me," he whispered. "Push up... Push it inside me as far as
you can."

I raised my hips and began to push into him, slowly at first. "Gently..." he
said wincing a little again.

"D-does it hurt?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Just a little," he said. "But in a good way."

He paused for a moment and then he started to move again. As he continued to slide  
around on my dick we developed a smooth, slow rhythm...my cock sliding in and out 
of his tailhole, slippery with his spit.

"This feels better than I'd ever dreamed," he said, his eyes still closed. "I've wanted 
to do this with you for a long time Zander. You really are my best friend and I can't think 
of anyone I'd rather do this with." he said tearing up a little. "It hurt some but after 
a little bit it really feels wonderful."

He grabbed my paws and placed them on the side of his hips and I continued to pump
in and out of him slowly. It felt so amazingly good that I was pretty sure I wouldn't 
be able to last much longer.

"I want to feel this way with you a lot more..." he said, still raising himself up 
and down, matching my slow, even thrusts. "I hope you do too. I really want you to 
feel this too. I didn't think I'd ever get to feel like this again...  This feels way 
better than the first time I pawed myself off. Pawing just got a little boring and I 
wanted more."

He licked his right paw...coating it with a layer of his own spit...and
began pawing his own cock as I continued to thrust up into him.

"I-It feels so good... I'm going to cum in you..." I whispered hoarsely. 
"I can feel it, Skylar. I can't take much more!"

He pawed his own dick faster, eyes still closed, a look of pure bliss on
his face. With a final urgent thrust, I pushed my shaft up as far and as
hard as I could and felt myself shoot a small load of hot sticky cum into 
his tight, sweet tailhole.

"Mmmmmmffff." he moaned. "That feels so good and warm!"

I instantly collapsed on the bed in an overwhelming wave of ecstasy. He continued 
sliding on my boner...up and down...in small circles...moving himself around...
grinding hard. I watched his cock and as he continued to stroke it and rather large 
knot started to form. He continued grinding his rump onto my cock...it was almost 
starting to hurt me...but then he tensed and gasped. His tailhole squeezed my boner 
extremely hard as he started to cum. His body quivered...and I watched the sheer joy 
on his face as three small thin spurts of cloudy white liquid oozed from the end of 
his rigid stiffy and onto my tummy fur.

We stayed that way for at least a full five minutes, both breathing hard, my dick 
still buried in his tailhole, neither of us saying anything. It was awkward at first. 
Now that it was over, I didn't really know what to say to him. We laid there until 
his knot deflated and his penis slid back into his sheath. He slid off of me,
my now soft dick flopping out of his tailhole with an audible *plop* as it fell back 
onto my body. I looked down, expecting to see -- well, expecting the worst -- but it 
was completely clean -- nothing was dirty at all.

He got off the bed and reached down to the floor for his boxers and shorts.

"I hope you'll still be friends with me," he said shyly. "I mean, I hope this
doesn't mean you don't want to hang out with me anymore or anything."

"Are you kidding?" I asked, not wanting him to worry about something so
stupid. "I really liked it too!"

"Really?" he said. It looked like he had tears in his eyes. "But it's
weird. I hate myself for wanting to do stuff like that with my friends. 
But I think about it all the time..."

"Hey, you moron," I said, trying to act natural. "It's no big deal. If
it's wrong, well, who cares. We don't have to tell anybody. All that 
matters is that we like it and it feels really good."

He looked up at me with relief in his eyes.

"Besides," I said sheepishly. "I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime..."

He looked me in the eyes and flashed a nervous smile.

"And who knows," I added. "Maybe I'll let you direct the movie next time..."

We both smiled and looked over at the camcorder, still recording, forever
immortalizing our first exciting and awkward experience together. Somehow we both
had a feeling that our movie collection would be growing pretty quickly in
the weeks ahead. Not too many boys have the luck of having their first time
together on tape, saved forever.

But we did, and if I knew my friend Skylar, there were a lot of video
sleepovers in our future. I could tell my allowance was going to be spent
on a lot of pizza and flash cards from now on. I mean, I'm no James Cameron,
but hell...a person's gotta make a few home movies once in a while, right? :3

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