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Note: Was going to only post these to a certain cub-focused website, but figured Yiffstar's gotten everything else I've written, so why hesitate now? Contains graphic description of sexual contact between a human boy and an older furry male. You've been warned. If it's not your thing, don't read it. Likewise, individuals considered unfit to access adult material by the powers that be are advised to go away.

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First Encounter: The Baby-sitter

I had learned the pleasure of rubbing my cock against the mattress of my bed sometime before the age of six. I'd lie face down, in my pj's, with my legs hanging part way off the bed, and by kicking my legs and rocking side-to-side stimulate myself until a rush of euphoria flooded through my body. I believe my older brother (who I loathed and loved by turns) caught me once, and showed me how he himself masturbated. From this, I developed the method by which I'd 'roll' my stiff cock between my legs, while lifting my knees alternatively up and down - I speculate today that this accounts for why I feel no discomfort with bending my stiff cock down between my legs (or anyway else, for that matter), and in fact find it a very pleasurable thing, while many males don't.

This also explains why, until many years later, I still 'kicked' my legs while masturbating, even after deciding my brothers 'pawing' method was by far the more satisfactory of the three. My brother and I never 'fooled around' though, and by the next year he had instilled in me a great shame of being caught while masturbating - he'd tease me ceaselessly and call me names, steal my blankets and mock my stiff boy-cock whenever he found me doing it. Because of this, many of my earliest remembered fantasies during masturbation involved often-disturbing acts involving my brother. Perhaps sex and violence are as closely linked as many seem to feel.

Still, by the age of nine, he and I were in separate rooms, and had all but forgotten our earlier sexual run-ins. Also by that point, I had discovered other possibilities in my budding sexuality, thanks to a baby-sitter. My brother, by far the more normal of the two of us, was essential diurnal, and slept like the dead all night long. Myself, however, was always a light sleeper at night (and by contrast, willing to sleep through a earthquake, provided the sun was up) and had wandered downstairs on one of those rare nights our folks had left us with a sitter.

The sitter that night was a much older boy, and a canine-morph, from the neighborhood named Jason. He had invited over his girlfriend Shirley earlier that night, and when I came down stairs, I found them making out on the couch, the movie on TV completely ignored. I was also beneath notice, as I watched, for at least 10 minutes, and by the time she finally noticed me, Jason was nibbling on her breasts and her hand was moving up and down inside his pants in a motion that was already recognizable to my preteen eyes.

"Oh, shit, that little fuckin' monkey is watching us!" she squealed, suddenly throwing herself away from Jason, and pulling a somewhat inadequate throw-pillow over her chest.

Oh, jeez..." Moaned Jason, nonchalantly doing up his pants to cover an obvious bulge, before turning his attention to me. "Hey kiddo, can't sleep?"

I nodded mutely, looking from him to Shirley, who was now pulling her blouse back on with her back turned to me.

"You're mom said that you might get up a lot... You want to watch some TV for awhile, before going back to bed?"

"Jason-!" Shirley scowled at him. He ignored her.

"Okay, how about I throw a movie in for you, while Shirley grabs you some Ice cream?"

I looked at her, and she just smiled that 'mommy and daddy are just fine' smile that all argumentative adults eventually learn. "Okay," I said, looking back at Jason.

Jason popped in "The Never Ending Story" while Shirley went to the kitchen. I was already enrapt in the movie when she sat the bowl in front of me. Had she just given Jason a nice quiet hand-job behind my back, things would have gone much, much different that night. Unfortunately she seemed unaware of how oblivious a child watching big fluffy Luck Dragons on TV can be, as I was pulled from the fantasy by her suddenly loud refusal, "No! Not in front of him...!"

I turned to see her pull away from Jason, a very annoyed look on her face, fur obviously ruffled, and start to gather up her things, including a almost forgotten bra left on the floor. "I'm going home! I'll call you tomorrow. Have a good time with the kid." She glared at me, "Goodnight, Jake." She said icily, and then stomped out the door in a huff.

I looked up at Jason, who looked frustrated and very put-out on the couch. "Sorry, Jason." I said, feeling bad for him. I remembered how I felt whenever I got caught playing with myself, and couldn't finish, and imagined it was worse when someone else was playing with you.

"It's okay buddy, it's not your fault..."

"Yes it is, " I said, very matter of fact, "She woulda finished playing with you if I hadn't..." I trailed off. He was looking at me funny, and I suddenly felt really embarrassed. My cheeks burned red.

Jason's curious look became a toothy grin a moment later, "Yeah, she might have, but I think she was going to do more than play with it, tonight." He paused, "You're very cute, when you blush, you know?"

I giggled and shook my head. "Noooo..." I was blushing even harder at the compliment.

"Well you are. You're a very good-looking boy, really." He sighed, and suddenly looked very disappointed again, "Too bad about Shirley though, I was really looking forward to what she had planned tonight." He patted the couch beside him, "But I guess you and I could just watch the movie, eh, kiddo?"

I got up and went around the coffee table to sit beside him as I asked, "What other stuff was she going to do, besides play with it?"

"Ah... Don't worry about it, kiddo, they'll be other times..." He said as he adjusted himself obviously. I openly stared for a moment.

"But maybe I could do it? I know all about playing, and it's my fault she left." I hopped up beside him, still looking from him, to his crotch, which he adjusted again. I wasn't sure, but thought it might be starting to bulge a bit again.

"I dunno, Jake..." He put his arm around me, as he rubbed himself with the other hand, "...You ever seen a older guy's cock before?"

"No, but I want to... Will you show me yours? Please?" I was shamelessly excited about the idea of seeing Jason's cock. The idea was attractively taboo, being something that I'd never got to do before. The bodies of other's being kept under clothes at all times, only exposed in private places, behind closed doors, at private times. Now that secret thing of Jason's was going to be shared with me, and I was excited. My penis was hard like it was when I played with it, and I hadn't even touched it.

"Okay, I'll show you, if you promise not to tell. I could get in big trouble if you're parents ever found out, okay?" I nodded, but he wasn't satisfied, "Promise you won't tell anyone, not even your brother or best friend?"

"I swear, I won't tell anyone!" I answered, by young gaze glued the the bulge in his trousers, his hand rubbing himself through the thick material, "Cross-my-heart, hope-to-die, stick-a-needle-in-my-eye!" I rattled off the rhyming oath, familiar to any kid who ever swore to anything.

"Okay, Jake..." Jason's hands moved to undo his pants, and then his cock sprang into sight between them. He pulled his pants down slightly, and lifted his scrotum free as well, his underwear and pants tucked under.

"Wow!" I breathed, staring at the wonder of Jason's cock, exposed to my young eyes. To me it looked huge, and beautiful, and I marveled at the ways it looked similar and different from my own. As an anthro-canine, Jason had a cock that was a mix between human and animal, glistening pink smooth length with an exposed human-like glans at the head, and disappearing into a fuzzy sheath about 2 inches above his fuzzy, somewhat large testicles. Later, I would learn that other anthro-males had varying appearances, and differing mixes, between their human and animal heritages. At that moment, I was content to believe Jason's was the best, biggest, most wonderful cock ever. "Cool! It's so big! Can I touch it?"

Jason was obviously happy with the ego-stroke showing a boy his grown-up cock gained him, and was happy to accept a more literal stroking as well, "You can play with it, if you want..."

Of course I did, and was soon stroking an playing with him in every way I could think of, trying to make him feel good and encouraged by his whispered words and quiet moans of pleasure. I hoped I was making him as happy as Shirley was before I interrupted, and was amazed to see it had grown even bigger with my attentions. I paused when the first trickle of precum dripped slowly down the underside of his cock-head, to start down his shaft.

"What's that?" I asked.

"What?" He asked, opening his eyes, and leaning up, to see what I was on about. I pointed to the single drop of clear fluid. "Oh, that's pre-cum. Older males produce that, when someone makes their cock feel as good as you are making mine feel..." He fuzzled my hair, "It won't hurt you, or anything. Go ahead, and touch, it'll make your hands slippery."

He settled back to watch me, as I touched the drop tentatively with a finger and giggled as it stuck to my finger when I pulled it away. "It's sticky, too." I giggled again. I smiled at him, and he nodded, smiled back. I ran my hands completely up his cock, over his head, and then back down his shaft, sticky-slick now with the fluid. I continued to stroke, trying to get more fluid to slick my hands with, and he sighed and settled himself back again, closing his eyes once more until I asked, "Am I doing as good as Shirley?"

He opened his eyes, and chuckled, "Actually, cute boy, your hands feel even nicer than hers... No fur to soak things up."

"Wow, really?" I asked, and he nodded again. I stroked him a bit more, then asked, "Ummm... So, what else would Shirley have done, do you think?"

He seemed to consider for a moment, before answering, "Well, since you asked, she was going to suck me off, for the first time, tonight."

"Suck?" I asked, innocently. "Like... Put it in her mouth?"

Jason nodded, "Yeah. But you don't have to, if you don't want. She'll do it again, sometime, I hope."

I looked at him, his face looking hopeful and doubtful all at once, and then at his cock, and then at him again. "Is... Is it gross?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I dunno, all I've ever tasted is the pre-cum..." He slipped his finger across his cock-tip, and brought the sticky strand up to his tongue to lick it off.

"Try it, if you want. You don't have to..."

He watched, enthralled and barely containing his eagerness, as I reached my tongue out to lick his tip. I tasted his fluids, once, then licked at it again. I liked it. "It's good," I said, kinda surprised. "So... Do you want me to suck it, too?"

"Sure! I mean, if you want to, it'd make me feel really good. And you have to be careful of your teeth... Try to do it, without your teeth touching me, cause that kinda hurts."

"Okay," I said, eyeing his cock with new interest. I licked my lips, and held his throbbing member, trembling in my hands. I wonder how he felt, now, watching me as I contemplated how to go about 'sucking him off' the best way. What thoughts went through his head,what feelings the dog felt, having a young boy about to suck his cock. I wonder if there was any guilt marring the expectation, the lust. I wonder if any fear or doubt crossed his mind as I opened my young mouth and planted my lips over the tip of his seeping shaft.

First I slurped the collected precum from his cock head, then I was sucking the entire head in my mouth, my tongue questing for more. He gasped at first, then was moaning and panting happily as I gave head for my first time. I'm not sure if I was that good for my first time, or if the excitement just sped him along, but as I was trying to get as much of his shaft in my mouth as I could, he suddenly pulled me off, and started stroking himself intently.

"Oh god, Jake, I'm gonna come soon... Did you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"I dunno... Will I like it?"

"I dunno... Lot's of girls hate it, but..."

"I'll try if you want me to..." I was game for anything involving his cock at that point.

With that, his cock was back in my mouth, and he was trying his best to not thrust at my face or cause me to gag. I stayed latched to his cock like some kind of cocksucking leech, and he whimpered encouragement to me as I lapped and sucked him towards his climax.

"Fuck Jake, here it comes, buddy, I'm gonna come, suck it, babe, suck it...!"

Then with a load growling-moan, Jason came in my mouth for the first time. I sputtered, somewhat startled by the sudden flood, but gamely started to swallow it down, until I gagged, and his cock popped from my mouth to be caught in his hand. Jason pumped his last spurts out against my face, finishing his shuddering, body-wracking orgasm while giving me my first facial.

His body went limp (though his cock took longer), and I noticed we were both panting for breath, though only Jason's tongue was lolling out. "How was it, kiddo?" He asked finally, panting and looking completely spent in every way.

"I liked it." I said, smiling and giggling at his post-orgasm face.

"Good, cause you got it all over your face!" He smiled, and I jumped on top of him, to hug him tight. He wiped my face off on his shirt, and I found myself suddenly tired. "You're a natural, kid... And I feel like such a perv for finding that out."

"I'm tired." I murmured, my voice muffled by his fur as he hugged me to himself, and stood up.

"Goodnight, Jake," He said, and I slept.

I assume Jason tucked me back into my bed (after ensuring I was evidence free of course), because I awoke there the next morning, my cock as hard as when I had gone to sleep. I brought myself to an incredible dry-orgasm at the memory of the night before, and went about my day like I had any previous day, with one exception - I was now aware of the exciting possibilities hidden in the trousers of every male I even vaguely liked. I had sampled my first taste (literally) of sexual play, and definitely wanted more. I greatly anticipated the next time Jason would be our sitter, as well.

I find it necessary to note, that at no time did Jason ever force me to do anything. In fact, he was adamant that anything I did was my choice, and only within my comfort levels. He never threatened me into silence, he just told me that he'd be in trouble if anyone ever found out. Not that I'd have ever told anyone anyway, being a private and secretive child by nature. Was I molested? In the sense that it was, by legal definition, 'improper sexual activity', I was, but never in the sense that it was unwanted sexual activity. I was a willing participant, an eager participant, even, at all times.

And afterwards, I was eager for more.

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