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From the outside, the short and cute hybrid of fox and alligator, Echo, likely looked to be one of the most successful people one could meet. He was intelligent, charming, had a great job in a field of his own choosing, close friends that he was able to live with in a shared apartment... almost every normal standard for excellence seemed to be met for a man of his age and background. A long history of higher studying at one of the upscale universities in the area had led to a well-paying and secure job performing experiments just off of campus grounds. Although he wasn't the tallest or broadest, keeping up with his personal hygiene and regular visits to the gym had certainly given him a healthy glow, and despite being more of an introvert he could make more than decent conversation with nearly anyone he met.

There was a quite different view from someone on the inside, however. Someone close to him, who met and spoke with him every day, could see a long history of coming up short of his personal goals. When he had earned high enough SAT scores to make it into the higher tier of colleges, others cheered him on for his accomplishment: he had fallen just short of his goal for Ivy League, a blow that would linger in his memory for the rest of his life. A fairly high salary job landed just out of college? For months he had attempted to start his own business in the same field, only to be forced to give up and take a job at his only competition in the area. Regular visits to the gym, working himself until his arms and legs were weak as wet noodles? On the outside, he was still what he had always been: a short, cute, furred hybrid, lithe and with a look that suggested he was more prone to long nights of cuddling rather than rough and tumble one night stands.

For me, however, he was all the more attractive for it.

Being a close friend throughout the latter year of high school and through college, and his consistent room mate for all the years afterwards, I had been there to watch him harrumph his way through life. Always doing better than everyone around him...but just a little bit less than what he thought he was capable of. He was working hard, of course; using up all of his free time to further his positions, and fighting hard to advance his goals. But life seemed to be consistent in giving him just a little bit less than what he'd worked so hard for.

Of course, this wouldn't be something that anyone would be able to draw out of him in normal conversation. He was still successful all the same- assured to be wealthy in his later years, and with the personal gumption to turn what would be just wealth into a possible empire. On the outside he was still the same happy, introverted little man he'd always been; happy to be with good company and happier to be alone with his thoughts. He would never admit to feelings of self-doubt or inadequacy to himself, much less let them be spoken about out loud.

So, when the right chance came about during a drowsy, late winter night, I didn't say anything either.

The air in our living room was stuffy and warm- almost too warm to be comfortable, with how high we had set the heater, but it added to the slow and relaxed atmosphere that the apartment was draped in. The only real sounds were the soft sighs of the chilled wind outside and the soft buzzing of the television set, playing who knew what as we dozed comfortably on the apartment sofa. It was just the two of us for the moment, and it would be just the two of us for the rest of the week, as well. No work deadlines, no visiting family and friends, and no distractions. We sat side by side on the soft amber cushions, blinking the sleep from our eyes, and for a long time were completely silent.

Then, with a soft rustle, I twisted my body and rolled over, bringing my leg over his and sitting flush on his lap with a soft smile.

Almost immediately I felt his legs stiffen up underneath me, his cute large eyes growing yet wider and rolling up my clothed torso to look me in the eye, but I stifled any questions he had with a finger to his lips. After so long working to have his way, he deserved a moment of being able to lean back and relax. I wanted him to sit back and let me help him feel good, if only for one night.

I stifled any further movements by grabbing his shoulders and pulling myself down, until our bodies were flush. However much time had passed since Echo's last romantic night, it had been too long since I'd gotten close and pressed up against someone else, as well. 'Maybe this night isn't purely for Echo's benefit...' I thought to myself, giving a small smile and enjoying Echo's gentle motions as he got comfortable underneath my weight. I was happy he accepted being so close. Despite this only being the first step of what I had planned, there was always the chance that he would push me off and demand an explanation. Part of me even expected him to. In the end, however, he relaxed underneath me and accepted my presence.

For a long moment we sat together, ignoring the soft murmurs of the television across the room and concentrating on the pace of each other's breathing. I rested my chin on Echo's shoulder, tilting my head against his and feeling his pulse through the nape of his soft neck. Our hands roamed across whatever they could reach: occasionally exploring each other's sides and back, taking a rest every now and again in a comfortable place... his fur was so soft no matter where my fingers brushed against it: his shoulders, his sides, the back of his neck and head...

Biting my lip, I decided to move further and take the next step, pulling my hands down to his waist and slipping them underneath his shirt to squeeze and rub at his tight abs and chest. His fur ran between my fingers and slipped softly over my skin, a soft murmur sighing out of his lips at my touch. He seemed to take it as a sign, his arms raising and pulling his top off completely. His warmth easily spread straight from his fur through my shirt, and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and pull him tight to press us together again.

It didn't take long for his curious paws to slip under my shirt as well, the plump pads of his fingers pressing into my smooth skin and his sheathed claws gently raking over my back as he took his turn to feel me up.

I pressed my face right up against his, nuzzling into his cute mug to keep myself busy while he explored my body, and was happy to feel him nuzzling right back. A soft chirp bubbled from his lips, a rare occurrence for someone usually so introverted and anti-social, and with a slow deep breath I decided to push things yet further.

Shifting my weight back, I pulled away from his embrace and looked him in the eyes, a heat building up in my face. His head tilted inquisitively, not yet understanding what I wanted, but when I sat down on his lap with more of my weight and started gyrating my hips, his eyes widened again in understanding. This wasn't just some needy cuddling of two friends who wanted to be close: I wanted him. I wanted him and was willing to make my lewd desires known.

When his hands gripped my hips and pulled me down against his lap even more, I let out a breath that I hadn't known I'd been holding. How awkward things could have turned out if he didn't want this! We were long-time friends, room mates even! Up until this point I had only seen the cute young man with girls, but he had spoken enough of being open to dating men that I had always considered something possibly happening between him and I. I was just thanking the stars that he had pulled me in rather than pushed me away.

It didn't take long before I felt my motions taking effect, and a certain hardness press up against my rear through our clothing. I swallowed and looked Echo in the face again, wondering whether my face looked nervous, embarrassed, or lustful. It was likely a mixture of all three, but luckily for me his face had the same mix, his mouth hanging open and panting slightly with need but his eyes wide and shy, his mind likely consumed in a battle between asserting himself to make his own needs known and the fear that I would stop once he did.

My legs were beginning to burn with the strain of holding myself up, just barely, over Echo's lap and gyrating my hips, but I willed the pain away and continued my motions, looking down over my own toned body and slowly reaching down to unlatch my pants. Echo's snout pointed down at my midsection, watching as I slowly prepared to lose my bottoms with rapt attention. I made sure to give him a full show, giving a soft huff of exertion and slowly pulling down the zipper.

Teasing someone like this could be a real workout. My thighs were burning intensely, and threatening to give out and drop my full weight onto Echo's bulge. I had to give them a rest and pulled back yet again, stepping off the couch and in front of the cute hybrid to wiggle my hips and pull my pants off completely. Something about the unbefore seen lusty look on his face made him that much more adorable to me, his chest rising and falling quickly as he all but panted on the couch in front of me and a paw idly rubbing at the strong tent in his pants. How had someone like this not been taken already? I lewdly cupped myself through my underwear, shucking my pants off to the side, and put my own bulge on display, loving how I could make such an impact on someone like him.

His legs closed slightly, and he licked his lips.

From there it was only a few moments more until we were both nude, our clothing strewn about the ground haphazardly as we rushed to get our first real look at each other's bodies. I knew how I looked, having taken care to make sure I was always in shape, and struck a pose to gave him an enticing first bare look at my lean frame. This time, however, my half-hard length was open for viewing as well. I included it with my pose, lewdly pressing it against my thigh to show off it's size. His gaze roamed over my body the entire time, his eyes filled with lust.

Echo was just as I'd always seen at the gym: slim, petite, toned...I was shocked to see what had slipped from the underwear he'd so hastily pulled off, though. He was long! And large! His blue-hued shaft flopped up against his belly and gently pulsed on its own, clearly aching for any kind of attention. After I'd finished giving him a show, I couldn't resist stepping forward and running my hand along it. It throbbed happily against my palm, a shudder running up Echo's body just from my small touch, and I eagerly squeezed and stroked it for his benefit.

Echo pressed his hands against the couch and tried to stand up, clearly also eager to have fun with his room-mate-turned-lover, but my hand pressed against his chest and firmly pushed him back into place. Tonight, he was mine to play with.

I slipped back up onto the couch and straddled his lap again, my hand slipping up off his throbbing shaft and gently cupping his cheek. I wanted to show him a good time. I wanted to let him know that, to me, we were more than just casual friends. Over everything else, however, I wanted to feel him in me, and finally be close to someone that I had known and respected for so long.

My other hand reached underneath and gripped his thick base, pulling him up and aiming him right at my welcoming rump. There was nothing else to be done except show him how much I appreciated the chance to be with him... so I leant forward, pressed my forehead against his, and lowered myself down.

There is always something special about the first moment when someone slips inside me, when the one tight defense I have is stretched open and someone else is able to slide right into my most intimate areas. Even with quick hook ups or the occasional fling I feel a shiver run up my spine, but with Echo my legs began to tremble underneath me almost immediately. His thick tip spread me open wide almost too easily, considering how unprepared my tight rump was, and I lost myself to the feeling of being penetrated at my own pace, listening to the sounds of a long drawn out moan before realizing that I was the one making it.

Echo was moaning as well, though. Our eyes, held so close to each other, were locked as we coupled and slid inside one another. His warm paws were suddenly back on my hips, needily urging me down, and I happile have into his needs with another soft groan. The shy, introverted Echo seemed to be fighting with his out-going side, grappling between taking the reigns and pulling me down all the way and staying passive to let me continue riding at my pace.

I made the decision for him, steadily gyrating my hips once more and working inch after inch of his thick spire up into my body. He filled my out so well, I couldn't get enough of him! Every motion of my body, every beat and pulse of his heart, made his strong length tremble and press against my insides and urged another gasp from my mouth. Another inch, my rump starting to burn with the stretch; another inch, the deep pressure of having my body filled by someone else...eventually I sat down heavily in his lap, taking him in completely.

I could feel every beat of his heart as he pulsed and pressed up inside me. I ground my hips down into his lap, wanting every last bit inside, and relaxed forward on top of him. The reality of what I was doing washed over me in waves, emphasized by every soft twitch of his cock and quick inhale that came from his lips. His soft pads found their way to my backside, squeezing and clenching it hard enough to pull a quiet whimper from my lips, and then urged me up.

I obliged, lifting myself up off of his lap a few inches, only to sink back down. This time it was Echo's turn to moan, tilting his head back and trembling underneath me as my body tightened around his sensitive shaft and began to milk it properly. I lifted myself up again, and dropped myself again, this time with more force. His hands squeezed me, more tightly this time, but I ignored the gentle pain and began seamlessly bouncing up and down on his lap without pause.

Soon, aside from the almost inaudible buzz of the television, the gasping and panting of our sex was the only sound to ring out across the room. Every now and again the soft plap of my rump smacking down into his lap was heard, but his soft fur was usually more than enough to dampen it from a loud impact to a soft thud. My thighs burned even more than when I was teasing him, but for the feeling of him slipping in and out of my sensitive rear the pain was more than worth it. I squeezed him tighter and increased the pace, drawing up almost to his tip before allowing gravity to take full control and falling down onto his spire completely. My own thick shaft flopped against his belly, openly drooling pre onto his fur, but I don't think he cared much at all about it, as he watched me lift up and fall over and over.

His eyes glazed over with the sensations he was feeling, unable to concentrate on anything other than my tight body gripping his needy flesh and eagerly milking it as much as it could. I could tell he was lost in his pleasure, barely even thinking tangible thoughts, overcome with the happy satisfaction of being taken care of without the need to even move a muscle. It was such a great feeling of accomplishment, taking a man like Echo from his usual proactive mindset and showing him how to relax and enjoy another's attentions for once. I increased my pace, panting and softly grunting as I forced my body to go the extra mile, and listened for the needy moan that the cute hybrid subconsciously let out.

All too quickly the moment came to a head. Echo's moans grew higher in pitch and he shuddered underneath me: I knew he was about to release. He regained his composure as his loins began to tense up, his paw quickly tapping my thigh to let me know to pull off. Whether it was a warning to play safe, or to hold off his orgasm for later I didn't know, but I was having none of it. My hips continued to grind down against his thighs, I kept bouncing up and down onto his lap, and I waited until I felt the tell-tale thickening of his shaft to pull up and keep myself above his squirming body, once again with only the thick tip of his manhood peaking through my entrance.

I wanted him to release inside me, to fill me with everything he had to give. With just his tip pressed through my used hole, I held a hand to his shoulder and smiled down at him, letting him know it was alright. He huffed and panted, but both couldn't hold back and didn't want to, and his cock flexed and spasmed as he emptied himself up into me. He had to have been pretty built up...I could feel the strong spurts of his seed filling my tight rump to the brim. Again and again, he grinned and groaned slightly, and stared off into the middle distance, his balls quaking as they pumped their fluid into my welcoming embrace. Near the end, a full minute after he began, the pressure inside me grew too great, and small rivulets slipped out from around his head to drool lewdly down his shaft. It was a lot; more than I would have thought a man his size capable of, but I wasn't complaining in the slightest. I just knelt there and held my eyes closed, savoring the moment for as long as possible until it was gone.

We sat there together for longer than I could think of, unwilling to let the moment pass, but eventually he softened and slipped out from my rear. I sat down on his lap again and pressed my hands to his face, gently massaging him until I felt his body relax completely. He leant his head back and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with a knowing, satisfied smile.

I was glad to help him have a good time for once...though it seemed like he would be having plenty more good times in the future.