I pushed his unbuttoned plaid dress shirt off and pushed my mouth to his, smiling to myself as our lips met and tongues touched. I felt the wet caress of his against my own and then his paw was southbound, grabbing the zipper line on my pair of chinos and letting his index and middle digits stroke underneath my balls. Despite the thick pair of pants and cotton of my boxers sandwiched in between, I felt every ounce of what he was trying to give me. It was working out as he had planned.
I sighed a little, still self-conscious of myself being any louder, afraid someone a room down would hear me.
"Ready to take the next step?" He whispered, his soft breath blowing my ear fluff around and making my ears twitch, but they fell following the question.
I blushed and shyly fell back onto the bed, "I... maybe." I stuttered.
He tittered effeminately, "You're so cute when you play the shy card."
"I am shy!" I demanded in a whining voice.
He leaned down and kissed me on the corner of my mouth again and I wagged my tail, my face shining in a happy gaze up at my lover. His slightly longer, fluffier tail wove back and forth like a flag behind him. He leaned down and looked into my eyes, "So, do you want to try?"
Now I tried to be cute and cocked my head to the side innocently, "Are we talking about blowjobs?"
He shook his head in a muffled cackle and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue invading my muzzle so quickly it rendered my eyes wide before they slowly sunk into the hot kiss. I moved my tongue with his, letting the muscles dance together in a wet entanglement of exciting moves and maneuvers which resulted in blood pumping to my crotch. I felt his tongue sink deeper into my mouth, its smooth motions sending tingles of lust through my body, filling me from head to do with desire for him, for this moment, and for nothing else.
Our kiss continued for a few minutes, long past when we started to stroke each others' cocks within our pants. Gasps and grunts filled the steamy air while our mouths were locked together in blissful contact. Every time he kissed me I was taken aback by this new life I was experiencing. Though it was nearing summertime and it had been a full third of a year since our first ground had been broken, it still absolutely stunned me to know that this was my life, he was my boyfriend, and I was out of the closet to someone. I don't think I ever quite grasped the reality.
Our kiss broke and a tendril of saliva snapped as he pulled his tongue back into his mouth, his muzzle exploring my chest as he breathed heavily, obviously letting his own desire get the better of him, and removed my shirt to unravel my creamy white chest and underbelly which had been recently groomed and smelled of coconut-scented soap. He didn't speak.
I removed my paw from his cock once it left my reach, then it left his pants as he kneeled down, and I was ready for an onslaught of pleasure. Sitting on the bed, his head was now between my legs. He unbuttoned the pants and pulled them off feverishly. I nervously let my tail twitch behind me as my ears folded back and a hot red flush coated my cheeks.
I felt his hot breath sweep across my erect length when my boxers were removed, and shivered in unbridled lust. I remained silent, letting him do his work.
My cock pulsed and a bead of precum appeared on the head before I felt those lips nibble softly on the sensitive underside. I gasped in surprise and then moaned as I felt his nimble tongue slide wetly across it.
His eyes peered mischievously upward toward my own teal orbs sparking with need, then he slapped that warm tongue across my entire length, from the base to the head, unashamedly giving me every ounce of its capability. I gasped loud as it slid across my head and flicked at my slit.
The smooth, slick strokes of his tongue continued up and down my cock, and he used both the top and underside of it to stimulate me further. My length pulsed and my musk filled the air as I let my head fall back, moaning and grunting quietly in ecstasy.
His lips wrapped around my head and he began to suck. I shivered and let out a pathetic whimper, his tongue driving me to pleasure I've never felt before with its tender caresses and strokes across the underside of my head. I began to hump his mouth instinctively, pressing my head further into that hot mouth and into that soft tongue driving me insane, driving me slowly to the edge of ecstasy.
I pulsed in his mouth a couple of times, and then I gasped loud and grunted, my claws gripping the sheets and my humping becoming more urgent, "Ahh... Brandon!" I cried out as my pleasure began to peak.
"Mmmf?" He asked incoherently with a full mouth, looking up at me with a sense of urgency, beginning to suckle me harder and lick me faster. His face lit up with a devious expression.
I panted and my body shook, my teeth gritted between my lips curled back in a snarl, my eyes clenched shut, and finally... "Brandon!!!" I screamed as I shot a stream of semen with velocity and intensity unfamiliar to me into his throat. I groaned loud and surprisingly without shame as I humped his mouth with unrestrained lust, feeling my sensitive cock pulse hard in his mouth again and again. I pant his name over and over as my wonderful orgasm begins to die down, and then look him in the eyes to see he's been staring up at me. I smile and blush, still woozy from the intense pleasure.
"You liked it, huh?" He asked wearing a cute grin, some of my cum still on his lips.
"Oh man..." I began breathlessly, "I love you so much."
He tilted his head to the side and gave my cock a follow-up slurp, rendering a shiver from me. Then he pounced me, pushing my shoulders against the bed, "You wanna try?"
I swallowed and looked around, "I... I'm probably not as good."
He smiled at me in an attempt to make me feel more comfortable, "You'll be fine. I'll still love you no matter what." His smooth voice succeeded at doing so.
"Okay." I breathed, "I'll give it a shot."
He adjusted his body and crawled a bit up the bed so his crotch was pressed to my face, his cock dangling above my muzzle. I simply did what I thought I had to. As he got his grip on one of the bedposts and hovered his body above me, I grabbed his length with my right paw and stroked it gently, the way I knew he loved, and then smacked my lips and applied slight pressure with my tongue. He gave an instinctive hump and I heard him muffle a whimper, so I knew I was doing something right.
I was expecting a salty flavor to hit my tongue, but was surprised when I found his cock to have little flavour. Not to say that was a bad thing, just something that piqued my interest at the moment. I ran my tongue from his base to tip this time, moving my thumb so I could get a full shot of it. Needless to say, he was enjoying it.
I licked him a few more times, applying increasingly hard pressure before he groaned and pulled back.
Looking up at him with concern, I saw him panting and moaning.
"What? You okay?" I ask him.
"Yeah... it's just... your tongue's kinda rough." He informed me shyly.
I folded my ears back and smiled apologetically, "Sorry. I'll be a little softer. I was just getting excited."
He sighed lustily as I went back to my licking, letting the texture of my tongue tickle and stimulate rather than rasp against his sensitive length, and he was definitely enjoying it. His body was humping against my mouth, and his moans were more passionate than I usually would hear.
I wrapped my mouth around his head and sucked him gently, closing my eyes and focusing solely on him, his needy cock pulsing into my maw, his thick scent assaulting my nostrils, his loving moans and whines of absolute pleasure as I try the same things he did with his own tongue; lightly gliding it up and down, using the top side and then the underside of my broad tongue, providing a good and pleasurable contrast in texture.
It wasn't long before he cried out and gripped onto the bedpost for dear life as a wonderful climax swept him off his feet and left him humping and crying out in pleasure as I literally sucked it out of him. His semen didn't taste bad by any means, but it wasn't anything special. Regardless, just the fact it was his filled me with tingles of ecstasy.
I looked up at him, resting his head on the bedpost which he was gripping with both his paws, his tongue hanging out in a happy pant and his eyes open drunkenly, "I do alright?" I ask him.
"You did fantastic." He slurred his words, obviously dizzy from the pleasure. He ruffled my head fur with a paw and I smiled up at him gratefully.
He pulled himself off and sat next to me, stroking his paw against my chest and neck fur, staring lovingly into my eyes, and that's when the fun really started.
I heard the creak of a door swinging open, and at an instant I froze. My eyes fixated on the tall body of Louis standing in the doorway. I closed my eyes tight and whimpered under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I prayed that this wasn't happening... that I wasn't naked in the bed with Brandon... but after a few moments, I came to. It was real.