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"Ok, I . . . I'm ready . . ."

You can't believe how well this night is going. You've had your eye on this guy for a long time, and it seems like it took you forever to work up the nerve to ask him out. You didn't even know if he was into guys, but . . . he was just so cute! It's hard to think that that was just last week.

He was new at work, an intern, actually. Couldn't . . . can't be more than 19. He's such a curious little fellow, and you took a liking to him instantly. You suppose now you know he took a liking to you too. Everything's new to him, it's his first job, his first time meeting people in the "real world," his first real apartment. You've been sitting at the foot of his first full-size bed for a minute now, waiting for him to get ready. You wanted to watch, but when he got out the lube and started to touch himself with quavering, nervous little rat fingers, he blushed so hard you knew you had to look away.

You turn around at last, and your rapid heartbeat redoubles. The poor little guy couldn't be more adorable, or more terrified. The short, pudgy rat is lying against some pillows stacked at the head of the bed, his feet-paws splayed in the air, hands under his thighs, spreading . . . presenting himself to you. You look up to his wide eyes, frightened but so hopeful, drawing your gaze over his deliciously oversize cock and balls, his tapered tip curving just a little to his left, still dripping.

You can't let him stay like that for long, the obvious question unanswered. The chubby little rat still has his cute little glasses on. He has no idea what he's doing, but his eagerness makes your mouth water and your heart pound.

You begin to crawl up the bed, smiling at him, hoping to be reassuring. You're no font of experience either. Just before you reach his slender tail, he whispers:

"J-just be gentle, please . . ."

His voice becomes so shaky and faint, you can barely make out his words:

"I've never . . . done this before."

You pull yourself forward, placing one hand on the bed beside his chest, and bringing the other to hold the side of his face. The very tip of his cock traces through your chest fur as your body draws between his legs. Desperately trying to control himself, the rat lets out a small gasp.

"I'll be gentle." You lift his glasses from his nose, placing them on the bedside table. His blush deepens, the pale skin beneath his gray fur nearly beet-red. You kiss the soft, velvety fur on the bridge of his nose. "Just try to relax."

He closes his eyes for a long, deep breath. You can see the nervous sweat dripping down his head from his precious pink ears. When his eyes open again to meet yours, he's just a little bit more calm.

You kiss his lips just for a moment, nothing like the long, passionate tongue-wrestling kisses from just an hour ago. Just long enough to run your tongue over those perfect, white buck teeth, to feel his whiskers on your cheeks.

With a long series of gentle kisses, you trace down his belly, enjoying how its slight roundness makes his already short frame even more adorable. As you draw your body down between his legs, you can feel the tip of his cock tracing back through your chest fur. It's so very hard, you can feel it pulsing as it draws against your neck, soliciting another restrained gasp from the rat.

You kiss the tip of his shaft, wanting to draw your lips down over it, swallow its tapered smoothness, pull moan after moan from the rodent until he squeaks with delight, but that part of the evening is over. You've spent the last hour or so exploring each other's bodies, testing out licks and strokes, sucking each other to the very limit before pulling back, extending the moment.

Slowly you lift his sac. His nearly tangerine-size balls feeling taught and full in your paw. You run your fingers under them, squeezing them each gently in what you hope is a reassuring way. You lower your head, almost to his tail. He's still holding his feet in the air, his paws pulling his cheeks apart. You lick each cheek, hoping to get him used to feeling you there. He shudders, but says nothing.

Finally you press your nose under his balls, extending your tongue to massage his hole. He's already slathered it with lube, and you can taste its slimy sweetness, but it's nothing you haven't tasted before. He lets out a gasp as your warm, muscular tongue presses against his entrance, swirling slowly before poking, just hinting at sliding inside. You can already feel him tensing unconsciously, before bringing himself to relax.

Breathing through your nose you inhale a potent breath of rat-musk, but nothing more. He's very clean. He must have been expecting, or at least hoping for this. You spend a few moments more swirling and probing at his entrance, pressing in no more than a centimeter, feeling him relax, adjusting to the idea of taking you inside him. Before withdrawing your tongue, you attempt to leave as much saliva and lube behind as you can.

Finally you straighten up, knees on the bed, one on either side of his tail, your throbbing and long-ignored cock, still glistening with lube from when you were both preparing, jutting out over the rat, his wide eyes almost worshipful as they gaze up at you.

"I'm going to have to lift you a bit," you whisper, hoping that he's not already desperate to back out.

"O-ok." is all his timid voice can manage, as he shifts lower on the pillows.

You slide your paws under his, taking hold of his thick, furry buttocks, lifting his waist just a few inches to align yourself with his entrance. Most of his weight is on the pillows, and despite his belly, he's a small fellow, and not all that heavy.

He's sandwiched between you and the pillows on the head of the bed. His feet come to a rest on your chest, and you can feel his thighs relaxing beside your arms. He gulps, closing his eyes like he's preparing for something horrible.

Your tip, cold and slick with lube, just touches his soft, puffy tail-star, and he shudders.

"Are you sure that you want this? I don't want to hurt you." You hope your voice is calming. The last thing you need him to do is tense up.

"I . . . please . . . I want this." He opens his eyes, almost begging.

"Just try to relax. I want this to feel good for both of us, and if you want me to stop, I will."

He gives a tiny nod, his chin already pressed to his chest by the pillows behind him.

Gently, oh so gently, you press your hips forward. For a long moment, he's far too tense to give way. You can hear him breathe out, and feel the ring of muscle relax, and suddenly envelop the head of your cock. He gasps at the sensation, and suddenly tenses again. It's hot and tight and wet and slick all at the same time, and you let out a little moan of appreciation.

In a couple more breaths, he relaxes again, letting out a whispered "Oooooh." He's still stretched and taught around you, but not squeezing quite so hard. You can feel each of his rapid heartbeats pulsing around your rock-hard cock.

Millimeter by millimeter, you slide gently into him. With each tiny thrust, you wait for him to adjust, relax, prepare. With each wonderfully soft, tight millimeter, you breathe soft encouragement.

"Yes, oh, you feel so good, ooh, just relax, oh, you're doing perfect . . ."

At long last, you feel his heavy, seemingly oversize balls press against you. You lean forward, gently sliding in until his cheeks meet your hips, your balls press under his tail. His eyes are closed in concentration. You can feel his insides tensing and relaxing, struggling to adjust to the intruder. Even with the lube and encouragement, you can tell the rat is struggling.

"That's it. Are you ok?"

He doesn't respond for a moment, still obviously wriggling around your length. Somehow, you can't help but feel it makes him even cuter. Finally he whispers between panting breaths:

"Please . . . keep going."

You begin to withdraw just as slowly, his marvelously slick flesh pulling at yours in all the right ways. After pulling out no more than an inch, you push back in just as slowly. The rat moans, his toes curling against your chest.

With the next thrust, you pull out a little further, push in just a fraction faster, earning an "Oh" from the rodent.

You draw further and further, growing faster and faster with each thrust, until he suddenly lets out a squeak of pleasure, a burst of pre-cum leaping from his cock. You've hit the right spot. Carefully you aim your thrusts to grind against his prostate. You can feel it, hard against your desperate flesh.

You keep accellerating, pounding his prostate harder and harder, until you can feel the right ring of his tail-star clenching around your cock-head each time you pull back. Your body slams his against the pillow-covered bed-head each time you slam forward, making his belly shake and his tongue loll out.

You're in heaven, and you can tell he his too. Each thrust brings out a moan from both of you. Each time you pump into him, his large, tapered cock squirts a little pre, and your own throbs hard, deep inside him. Faster and faster you go; he's pressing back against you, rolling his hips against yours.

You can feel it welling up inside you. It won't be long now. It's a pity you're holding him up with your paws, or you'd be stroking that beautiful pink oversize length before you. Then again . . . a thought occurs to you. For such an adorable little thing, this rat is packing an impressive spire. Maybe, if you bent your head down, you could just . . .

"Mmmmmm . . ."

He's overwhelmed as your lips close around his tip. You can taste his salty pre splashing against your tongue. With each thrust, you suckle on his cock-head. You can't reach much, but the passionate moans and squeaks each time your bodies slam together, each time his heavy balls are pressed between you, each time your tongue runs along his tip, let you know he's more than appreciative.

The poor rat can take no more. His toes dig at your chest, his body shudders, and he takes in one deep breath to let out a prolonged squeal of pleasure. Thick, salty rat cum rockets into your muzzle, rope after rope firing onto your tongue as you struggle to swallow enough. With each spurt, his ass, his whole body tightens and shakes, bringing you just over the edge.

Your own orgasm overtakes you, forcing you to moan around the rodent's cock as your mouth fills with cum. Every muscle in your body tenses, and you pump hot ribbons of cum deep into the rat, filling him with your seed, exciting his own spasms of pleasure to new heights, even as his drive you to yet more ecstasy.

Seemingly forever, you remain locked within each other, sharing this moment of pleasure until gradually, you both come down from your mutual high. Slowly you lower him onto the bed, sliding your knees behind you so you're lying on his belly, your softening length still inside him. You lift your mouth from his tip, and swallow a few times. Finally, you fix your eyes on his.

"So, how did it feel?" You ask.

A deeply satisfied "Ooooooh" is his only reply.