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Once in a Blue Moon

Chapter 3

Your Wish is My Command

Pat watched as his friend mark lay there on his bed basking in the afterglow of his first ever orgasm. An orgasm that he had given his friend, masturbating the bernnie pup while suckling on his cockhead. He smiled softly to himself happily, a bit of pride swelling in him that he had been Marks first sexual encounter and pleased with himself that he had been able to give such pleasure to his best friend and newest.......lover? Yes, or so he hoped, at least for a while, perhaps, "master" he whispered quietly. Yes, as he let the word quietly slip from his muzzle he knew it was true, but it was much too soon to tell Mark. They had been friends for as long as either of them could remember, since before the awakening of Pats own sexual desires, before his realization that he was gay, before his discovery that he was a submissive. It was far too soon, today was the very first steps of Marks sexual awakening, and Mrs. Jameson was right. No one should take a hand in influencing her sons decisions regarding his sexuality. But Pat knew that if he admitted his desires, his dreams to have Mark as his master, and most of all his love of the bernese mountain dog boy that it may do just that. He felt torn between his desires for the beautiful puppy boy lying so still, smiling so sweetly as he lay in his bed wrapped in his afterglow like a warm blanket with such a contented look upon his face. And his belief that just as he had, his friend should have the freedom of choice and opportunity to experience sex with both boys and girls and make his own decisions on his preferences. As these thoughts ran through Pats head his decision was made. He would do what ever Mark asked of him, up to a point, if it seemed that it may close the door on Mark trying new things with other people, even girls, especially girls. Pat knew that there was a chance that his friend would prefer girls, a very good chance in fact, and that he would probably lose the puppy to a girl someday, maybe even very soon. But it was a chance he was willing to take if it meant he could at least have even just a few wonderful days with Mark as this one had been so far. He would hold those days in a special place in his memories for the rest of his life. Standing there lovingly watching his friend and wrestling with his thoughts Pat suddenly realized Mark had been very still the whole time. Listening closer he realised the dog boys breathing was slow and even, the boy had fallen asleep after his intense orgasm and Pat hadn't noticed. Bending down to grab his underwear off the pile of clothes on the floor he slipped them back on. He left the room, closing the door behind himself quietly so as not to wake Mark from his peaceful slumber and headed down the stairs.

Mrs. Jameson was in the kitchen when he came down the stairs. She saw him through the doorway and said, "In here Pat dear." He walked into the kitchen and climbed up onto a stool at the breakfast bar.

"Mrs. Jameson, can I ask you somethin?" he asked fidgeting with is paws as he waited for her reply.

"Yes you can, at anytime dear boy." Alice said with a gentle smile on her face.

"You're....not upset with me for .....what I was doing to Mark are you?" the tabby boy asked blushing slightly as the image of how they had been caught when she had walked in on them came to his mind.

"No I'm not upset in the least dear, I'm actually a bit glad that it finally happened and surprised it took you so long to decide to tell him" she told him honestly. "I've been expecting it to happen for quite a while to be honest. I kind of knew that when you did finally open up to him that he would have questions and be curious and, well when I, and his father as well, were you boys age we both became curious about both boys and girls so it's no surprise that our son would be too."

"And whatever happens between you two boys is just that Patrick, between you two boys. It really isn't anyone elses business, and their opinions don't mean a thing as far as his father and I are concerned. What ever, and who ever, be it a boy or a girl, that makes our son happy is fine with us. As wiccans we're pretty open minded about love and relationships and not hung up at all on the whole gender thing. It just doesn't really matter to us. This family firmly believes in and follows the Rede of wicca, ' A'in it harm none, do as ye wilt', which basically means exactly what it says, as long as you do no harm to anyone, do what you want. But many non pagans misunderstand the Rede. Because to truly follow it you must carefully consider the effect of any action you take or may take on everything, every person living now, those as yet unborn, the environment, the world around us, everything. So you see in order to truly follow our own beliefs, when it comes to my son and his self discovery, how could I possibly interfere, it's doubtful that I could do so without causing harm somehow."

"Besides, it's his decision to make and I should let him make it in his own time and his own way don't you think?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am, I guess it does. It just seems a little weird that your family is so open about so many things when most of the other kids families are so strict and up tight about stuff." "I mean, most of them act like even saying the word gay, or queer is gonna suddenly make them all suddenly gay.", even as he said it Pat giggled a bit at the thought.

Alice chuckled softly at his comment. Then as she walked from the sink to the refrigerator she asked, "So, Pat, how long have you been a sub?"

"HUH?", the cat boy was so surprised by her question that he nearly fell off the stool he sat upon. "But.....but how did you know?"

"Well, Marks father and I are kind of adventurous, and we've done a bit of master/slave role play before so I know a bit about submissives. And you my pretty little tabby are a definite submissive. You broadcast it more then you think Pat. At least to anyone that knows what to look for." she replied.

"Also the particular position you took while you were with mark earlier tells me you are far more the receiver then the giver. I would hazard a guess to say in almost everything maybe?" she said with a slightly quizzical expression.

Patrick blushed very deeply and stared at his paws that were folded together on the breakfast bar, "yea, actually I am, I really prefer to make the other person feel really good, that's what makes me feel really good, more then letting them do stuff to me, well mostly, there is one thing that I really, really like." he said blushing even deeper tinging his white and orange fur to an almost crimson color.

"Taking it up the butt I would guess." Alice said, getting the expected gasp/moan from the little tabby boy.

"Y.....yes, that. I really like that. I don't really like other people rubbing or sucking my pecker, but I like to do it to them. But yea, the thing I like most is getting my butt fucked." Pat felt strange admitting that to a female, especially the one that had caught him sucking and rubbing off her son earlier that very day.

"And that's what you're hoping Mark will do to you isn't it dear?" she asked him.

"Yes ma'am, more than anything. But....it has to be his decision that he wants to. I got to thinking upstairs after we umm, finished what we were doing, about what you said about nobody pushing him to go one way or the other. And I decided that meant me too. I'll do what ever he wants me to do to him, or let him do some things to me. But it has to be his wish to do it, not mine for him to do it." The little kitty boy seemed to slump just a bit. "An I know that he should do stuff with girls too so he can find out what he likes more, boys or girls. And I want to be his friend and a good one, so I know I can't tell him how I really feel about him 'cause it might 'do harm' as you say, for him to know that." He was again just staring at his paws, unblinking, deep in thought.

"And what exactly is it that you feel you can't tell him without doing harm Patrick, and why do you think it would?" asked Marks mom, her maternal instincts showing at last.

"That......that.....that I love him." the little orange and white tabby boy broke down and sobbed, unable to hold it in any longer.

"OH, oh my." the bernese mountain dog females eyes went wide at the realization of that statement and the deep emotion with which he said it. The tabby boy meant it, in it's most honest and truest sense. He really did have feelings of love for her son. The love of one being for another. Not a childs crush, or the love between brothers or sisters, or between a mother and a child.

But the love that you felt within yourself that drew you to another, that allowed you to give yourself utterly and completely, body, mind and soul to them without question, even without making sense. This was the love that Pat felt for her son, and all at once Alice understood why it had taken so long for the tabby boy to tell her son that he was gay. He had hidden it, pushed it down within himself, afraid to lose his friend and the one he loved.

Alice Jameson suddenly found herself torn between her emotions as a mother, and her commitment as a wiccan priestess. As a loving mother he heart ached to help the tabby boy in any way possible to spare him a possible heartbreak, but as a priestss she knew she couldn't interfere in any way. At least none that she could see that would follow the wiccan Rede. After a few moments of thought she finally hit on something that may at least give the tabby boy a bit more hope.

"Pat, you are aware that all sexual preferences are accepted by wiccans, right? We don't frown upon anyones choice, or their right to choose freely." "That means that even if my son were to decide that he is bi-sexual it would most definitely be just fine with his father and I, it really is up to him and if that's his decision then so be it." She hoped that these words would at least give the boy some small glimmer of hope, if not a bit of peace.

Patrick stopped sobbing wiping the tears from his eyes, "Do....do you think he might be?

"Well, can you keep a secret?" yes, she though this may just be the way to help this boy without interfering directly.

"Y...yes ma'am." pat snuffled.

"Ok, then. Both his father and I are bi, we knew it when we married each other and have always had a rather open relationship. And Mark knows that we are and that we sometimes have other friends join the two of us in the bedroom. So he knows that we would be fine with it if that is his choice."

"Then, then maybe we'll be able to be lovers at least some of the time?" I....I could be ok with that, if I could at least love him some of the time and be with him sometimes." " I just, don't want him to think that I would ever do anything to keep him from being happy." Pat was starting to become less apprehensive. He even seemed to relax slightly.

"Hmmmmm, still no sign of that boy of mine, you must have really worn him out, you mind going up and checking on him dear? I need to get some dinner started." she said, a soft smile on her muzzle as she looked at the kitty boy sitting on the stool.

"Sure Mrs. Jameson, I'd be happy to." he said, a broad grin suddenly bursting onto his face.

"Oh and Pat, you might want to , ahhhmmm, wake him up gently, if you know what I mean." the female said, a giggle in her voice as she said it.

Pat, giggling happily turned his head towards the woman as he walked out of the kitchen, "Oh I have a few ideas of how to do that."

Alice watched as the tabby boy scampered off to wake up her son chuckling to herself, "I just bet you do." she said quietly as he retreated from the room headed towards the stairs.

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Pat opened the door to marks room quietly and peeked inside. There lay mark still sleeping soundly, a broad smile plastered on his muzzle as he lay semi curled up on his side. He was fidgeting slightly as if he may be having a nice dream about something. Something wonderful that had recently happened, Pat wondered as he gazed lovingly at the dog boy laying nude on his bed. He moved over to the bed silently and gently lay down behind the sleeping boy, propping his head up in one hand and wrapping his other arm across the puppies waist in a tender embrace. He lay there for several minutes, listening to Marks slow steady breathing and enjoying the bernnie boys warmth and his soft fur against his own. As he lay there cuddled up against him, Mark began to stir. He opened one eye a crack turning his head a bit and caught sight of of his friend.

"Oh, hi buddy. Sorry I fell asleep on ya, but WOW! That was so intense. I had no idea anything could feel so good." "What was that you were doin there at the end just before I started spurtin'? it really, REALLY felt good." Mark said, a definite note of approval and excitement in his voice.

"You liked that?" the tabby boy asked with a lilt in his voice.

"Ummmhmmmm, it felt really nice." his friend replied.

"Well, I was sucking on the end of your pecker. I like the taste of cum an I knew it bein' your first time you'd come a lot and it'd make a big mess. So I figured I's just do it an save the clean up." Pat fibbed just a bit.

"You like suckin peckers?" "Do you like gettin your pecker sucked on?" Mark asked unsure how he felt about doing it himself yet.

"Yea I really like to suck 'em, but no I don't really like gettin mine sucked on. Seems a bit weird for a gay guy huh?" Pat said.

"I dunno, I mean I don't know nothing about sex now do ?" he answered, then he grinned sheepishly and giggled, "Well I guess I do know a little somthin about it now, don't I? Thanks to you."

"Sorry, hope I didn't make ya mad, or feel weird or anything." Pat said lowering his eye and blushing a bit.

"Mad? Are you kidding? No way I could be mad about findin out about somethin like THAT." "I mean, I didn't know anything could be like that." he was exuberant as he answered his friend.

Pat looked up and into his friends eyes and they seemed to kind of sparkle with an inner lust. He decided it was time to take a big chance, "Ummmm does that mean you'd want me to do it again?" he asked, a sly smile slowly spreading across his muzzle.

"Goddess yes I would, right after I do this." Mark almost moaned the words as he walked over to his friend taking his long time friend into his arms kissing him, deeply and passionately. Slowly letting his lips part and his tongue press against the kitty boys lips. After a moment of shock and surprise he let Marks tongue enter his own mouth. Slowly he caressed every inch of the puppies tongue, every nook and cranny of his mouth with his own, savoring every moment of the passionate kiss that the bernnie pup had initiated. His heart raced, his mind becoming almost blank to everything except the heavenly sensations flooding into his brain from the wonderful kiss of the bernese mountain dog pup that he loved. He wished that it would never end. Mark held him tightly in his arms, wrapping him in warmth. Then nature took a hand in things, without even realizing what he was doing Mark slowly slid one hand down pats back, stroking the kitty boys fur as he went until he got to the round little bubble butt of the tabby. He squeezed the boys ass cheek gently but firmly. Not once, but several times, each time getting a low moan breathed into his mouth as they continued their kiss. He then slid his other hand down to the other cheek and stood there kissing the cat boy deeply as he massaged the boys butt in his hands.

Marks rising lust took over then. Without a thought or a care he lifted the small tabby boy up off the floor with ease. As he did so Pat wrapped his legs around his friends waist locking his footpaws together pressing his sheath to Marks belly. Pat could start to feel marks cock stiffening and sliding from its sheath against his backside as Mark turned and carried him over to the bed. As mark neared the bed he turned and sat on the edge of the bed with Patrick firmly planted in his lap, his stiffening cock sliding along the cleft of the kitty boys ass. Feeling his friends cock so warm against his fur Pat wiggled himself around in his lap causing mark to moan more. Mark slowly lay back onto his bed dragging pat down with him to lay atop him their crotches grinding against each other. Pat finally, reluctantly broke the kiss, whispering into marks ear,

"Shall I do you now mas.......Mark?" Oh crap, he though for an instant, I nearly screwed up, he hoped that the dog boy hadn't noticed his near slip of the tongue.

"Yesssss" Mark breathed the word more then spoke it already lost in a sea of lust and desire, his mind flooded again with the memory of the wonderful feelings he had experienced earlier at the skilled hands of his friend and, lover? The thought finally occurred to him that this cat boy, his best friend, was indeed his first ever lover.

Pat raised up unto his arms pitching himself backwards to slide off of Mark and the bed kneeling beside it between his legs. He reached up across the dog boys crotch placing his paws on Marks chest and slowly slid his them down the boys body stroking his soft fur as he went. As he got to Marks sheath he rubbed its length several times teasingly avoiding touching the boys hard cock. Watching lustily as it twitched in anticipation. Slowly and gently he wrapped his hand around the puppies hard shaft stroking it ever so slowly listening to Marks low, soft murring as he did what he enjoyed. For several long minutes he slowly and gently stroked the full length of his friends shaft teasing him. Bronging his muzzle down to the pups groin, letting his rough feline tongue dart from his mouth he licked the tip tasting the precum that was beginning to seep out. Mark gasped at the touch of Pats tongue moaning softly, his cock twitching in the kitty boys warm gentle hand. Pat lowered his head slightly touching his tongue to the base of Marks cock and slowly licked the underside all the way to the tip savoring the dog boys taste, his smell, his warmth. Mark moaned again, longer, deeper this time. Pat repeated this several times enjoying the sheer thrill it gave him to finally be doing what he had wanted to do for so long. Pat took the tip of his shaft into his muzzle, circling it slowly with his tongue several times before slowly taking all of the puppy meat he could handle into his mouth and gently sucking it as he stroked the hard delicious cock of his friend with his tongue and mouth. Pat slowly bobbed his head on the turgid shaft happily knowing how it would cause the ecstasy that Mark was feeling to build slowly, prolonging the fun they were having. Pat really liked the feeling of a hard throbbing cock in his muzzle, had since his first time almost 4 years ago. But this, with his best friend and, dare he even think it, first love was different. More intimate, more passionate, more lustful then any before, and likely then any after. Most times Pat would work his mouth quickly, his desire to have the boy he was with reward his efforts with a hot load of cream his driving force. But not this time, not with Mark. He wanted this to last as long as possible. For the person that he felt so strongly about to fully enjoy his talents. Mark tasted sooooo good in his mouth and he wanted to enjoy his flavor as long as possible. Pat murrred softly the vibrations teasing Marks hard cock even more as the kitty boy held himself in check so as not to move any faster then he was. Mark lay there across his bed his head lolling over the other edge, his breathing slowly becoming little more then panting as his arousal heightened and his orgasm built slowly towards its peak. Pat felt his own cock stiffen and start to slide from his sheath and his eyes went wide when he realized he was getting hard. This was unexpected, almost new in fact. He loved giving head and yes it always excited him, but he almost never got a boner while doing it. Maybe it was because it was someone he loved that he was sucking off that aroused him so much. He quickened his pace on Marks cock just a bit and his cock was suddenly rock hard and twitching. Yes it had to be because it was Mark. Either way he was going to enjoy it to it's fullest. As he continued pleasuring his lover he slid a hand down and began slowly stroking his own meat, giving himself a thrill he'd only felt in his wildest dreams. One of his greatest wishes was coming true, here he was sucking off the dog boy that he held so dearly in his heart and rubbing off at the same time. The tabby boy was in heaven it could only get better if......

"Unnnnnngggggggg, I...I....I'm about to cum again Pat, oh goddess it feels sooooo gooooooood.........", the words poured out of marks mouth, music to his ears as he stroked his cock faster to speed up his own climax. As he felt his orgasm about to peak he felt Marks knot swell in his hand as he steadied the boys cock, within a few more strokes both boys were cumming, Mark into his mouth and himself all over the side of marks bed. Pat swallowed and gulped down Marks second load of the day. The puppy boy had a lot to offer his friend this time as well and for a few moments Pat wasn't sure he could keep up with the torrent of cum pouring into his muzzle. He drove Marks cock deeper into his mouth, swallowing the dog meat all the way to the knot, something he had never done before. He felt it enter his throat pulsing and spurting the thick tasty cum straight down to his belly. The kitty boy purred deeply as his mouth and throat were filled with his lovers cock.

All too soon the wonderful shared moment that he had waited for, wished for was over, leaving them both spent as the afterglow of their shared moments of passion overtook them. Pat reluctantly let Marks spent member slip from his mouth as he suckled the last of the dog boys cum from his slowly wilting shaft. Releasing his own deflating cock to let it slip back into his sheath he rose from his knees and lay down beside mark who turned on his side taking the tabby into his arms and holding him firmly but gently in a warm embrace. They lay muzzle to muzzle looking into each others eyes, both feeling things they had never felt before. Pats eyes grew heavy as he gazed into marks smiling face, before he knew it he was drifting of to sleep.

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As Mark lay there on his bed his mind was awash with a jumbled tangle of feelings, thoughts, sensations, it almost felt surreal to him. Just moments ago for the second time today, let alone in his life, he had been laying in his bed, naked, with his best friends mouth wrapped around his cock giving him the most wonderful feelings he had ever had. He had heard some of the older boys at his school talk about getting a blowjob, he even asked one that he knew pretty well and figured wouldn't laugh at him for not knowing what it was, about it. But even after it was described to him he just couldn't seem to understand how having someone suck your pecker could possibly feel the way they made it sound. It was impossible for anything to feel as good as they made it sound right? But he had been wrong, so very wrong, and they had greatly understated it. When Pat had first touched his cock this morning he was initially a bit creeped out about it but he hadn't let on so he wouldn't hurt his friends feelings. He decided to just go with it and see what happened. He hadn't regretted that decision either. It turned out to be a mind blowing experience. And it had just happened again, this time with his knowledge before hand, hell he had even asked Pat to do it. Well maybe let him do it, but still he had wanted it to happen again. Even kind of pushing for it when he had, without much thought, grabbed Pat and kissed him like he did. He still couldn't believe he'd done it, but he was sure that he liked it, quite a bit in fact. He lay there for several minutes lost in his thoughts, then turned towards Pat to talk to him. He saw his friend was sleeping peacefully, a gentle smile on his muzzle and thought how adorable his friend looked. He gently slid himself over the edge of the bed turning himself as he went over to land on all fours. He stood up, walked over to his discarded clothes and started to reach down for them when he thought, what the heck, no one was here but mom and she doesn't care about me running around the house naked. So he left them and walked quietly out of the room.

When mark got to the bottom of the stairs he listened for a moment and heard his mother rummaging around in the kitchen. 'Why is she still in the kitchen', he thought as he glanced up at the large wall clock in the hallway. Four o'clock, dad will be home in an hour or so, mom must be getting dinner ready, he thought as he strode towards the kitchen door.

Alice Jameson turned from the stove and saw her son walking into the kitchen, a slight smile came to her face as she watched him. Did he actually seems to be strutting just a little? Yes, yes he was, he seemed to stand just a bit taller, his strides a bit more forceful, he carried him self a bit more confidently then he ever had. Yes, my little boy took his first steps into a different world today, and as I thought it would, it changed him. He was a bit more self assured, more confident, with a slight giggle she thought, a bit more manly too. Mark strode over and climbed up onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar that made up the other side of the food prep island in the center of the kitchen. He put his elbows on the counter top resting his face in his hands, that broad grin still plastered on his face.

"You boys been having fun?" she asked slightly raising one eyebrow.

"Ummmmhhhmmmmm, yes ma'am we have." His smile broadened even more.

"Sooooooo, how did you like it?" "I'm assuming there was a round 2 from the grin your wearing."

"UmmmmHHmmmmm" mark murred absently, then he snapped back to reality. "Wait, What?"

"Well this is the second time today you've gotten off isn't it?" she asked him point blank, which caught him a bit off guard.

"Y...Yea, but how did you...?" he stammered.

"It seems that after the first round you were so washed away that you took a little nap. Pat came down and we had a nice little chat," she replied calmly. "Speaking of Pat, where is he?"

Mark grinned again, "He took a nap this time." A few silent moments passed as he grasped a bit for the words to ask his mother the questions in his mind. "Mom, I know you and dad have always been really open and honest about stuff, and about sex and bein naked and all, but are you sure your ok with Pat and me fooling around like this?" "And is dad gonna be ok with it too?" "If not I'll stop and never do it again. I don't wanna make you guys mad at me or anything.", even as he said it he wasn't really sure what answer he was hoping to hear, but he was kinda hoping he wouldn't have to stop. He was starting to find it to be a lot of fun.

"Do you want to stop fooling around with Pat, or even with boys in general son?" his mother had a serious look on her face, not stern or disapproving as he had expected. Just that look she always seemed to have when she expected you to be honest with your answer.

"Well.....no actually I don't wanna stop, not yet anyway. I'm not sure where this will go, I mean I have a feeling that there is more to sex then just gettin my pecker sucked on but I do wanna know what else there is. But I don't wanna be in a big hurry either. And I don't know anything about girls at all either. Not even sure if I wanna know about them. But don't know for sure that I don't wanna know about 'em. I'm kinda confused." As he thought over his answer, he realised he was a bit confused about it all.

"Well, your still young honey, and there's plenty of time to figure it all out. No need to be in any hurry at all. Best advice I can give you is take it slow, find the things you like to do, and that you enjoy, and have fun. As far as girls, they'll be there when and if you decide to find out if you like doing things with them too. All I ask is that you keep and open mind about it all. It really is the only way you 'll find out what you like and don't like, and which gender you prefer to do it with, or even both maybe. It is your decision alone to make. Just be open to trying new things and you'll sort it out just fine."