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Dangit, he knows I can't run as fast as him, I'm straining just to keep that orange tail of his in my sights. Suddenly he turns a corner and he's gone, the jerk. So while I'm standing around trying to figure out where he ran off to I feel arms wrap around me as my side is hit hard enough to send us both tumbling to the ground.

Nipping my ear, he giggles and says, "I think we're alone now." He raises his head to glance around the small clearing we'd ended up in, "Yeah, there doesn't seem to be anybody around." Then he surprises me by putting his ear directly on my chest, "He he, this sucker is all I can hear. Is that for me or the run?"

"A bit of both." I admit as I run my hands through the red fur on his back.

He laughs at me again. Dang he laughs a lot, I wonder if he knows how much I like it. His ears fold back all of a sudden and his head ducks toward mine and I find that I'm closing my eyes and leaning toward him too, our lips meeting at some point and holding there for much longer'n I'd expected.

Even though I try to focus on his body against mine, there's still this part of my mind going back a few weeks to when Jesse was wrestling me on his bed. We must've made too much racket or something, 'cause just about the time where he'd pinned me and we were both panting and looking at each other differently than we ever had before, well his mother comes in. "Dammit you children, behave. I don't wanna have to come up here again." The next part threw us both through a loop. I dunno, maybe she's got some extra special sense for this kind of thing, maybe we'd gotten hard and not noticed, or maybe just the frozen pose we were in was enough to unnerve her, "Y'all better watch how you play. Y'all don't want people ta think you're queer."

Anyway, his mom told my mom, so now both of'em are saying, "You kids behave" whenever we hang out together, and well I know I was getting' tired of it and Jesse sure didn't seem to like it, so sometime two or three weeks ago he pops by while my mom's out and somehow convinces me to chase him through the woods.

Usually we'd just run through the woods until he pulled some trick like he did today, or I got too tired and just sat on a pile of pine needles. Either way, we'd end up wrestling not too long after, and somehow or another, we'd keep ending up looking at each other in that same weird way.

It was Jesse who did the first kiss, of course. Jesse was always the brave one. Or stupid, whatever you want to call it.

So yeah, we kissed. We're Gee-dee sodomites. Least, we are now. That took a few more trips into the woods to happen. It started with just the kissing, and well after the first one that alone freaked me out so much that I tried to pretend I was doing something else the next few times. Course that never worked, and I enjoyed it more when I just gave in.

Which brings us to here, this little spot in the woods where our lips must've been pressed together for at least an hour by the feel of it. Can't a' been that long though, since it's still light out.

"Geez Deut, I didn't know I was that boring. What on earth could you be thinking about?"

Dangit. "Nothin'. Jus' thinkin' about our, uh, our first time." Well it was mostly true. I don't want him to think he was boring. Geez, just the opposite. I realize I'm blushing, ears back in embarrassment and I try to sneak them back up.

"Oooh, I thought that meant more than no_thing_" he puts emphasis on the last syllable and pouts out his lip like he was about to cry.

I sock his arm. "C'mon, you know what I meant. Pansy."

"Pansy, eh? Well who's on bottom?" he asks me and smacks my thigh. He knows I hate being teased about that, and I lunge up at him.

Lion on fox. That ends up about the same's it always does, sure I may be the bigger predator out of the two, but Jesse's always known how to get the better of me, So flash forward a few minutes and I'm somehow shirtless beneath him and my pants are hanging off my ass so my boxers are out and the chilly night air's passing through my thin savannah fur. He chuckles down at me, I think he's figured out that his laughs melt me or something by now, and comes in for another kiss.

So we all know what comes next, he fucks my brains out. I guess that's prob'ly why you're here, ain't it? You wanna read all about how my best friend since elementary school plowed my ass in the woods. Well, honestly, you and me both kinda wish it'd gone that way, but instead I opened my stupid mouth.

I sighed. Why the heck I would sigh like that when I should'a known it'd interrupt us I'll never know; and of course I'm already so hard that I'm sure I'da ripped through one of my older pairs of boxers. But yeah, he stops with his fly already hanging open so I can get a whiff of his arousal and he asks me what's up? What's bothering me?

Are we really this deep in? Are we in love? Hell, we're asking about feelings, I may as well pick up a dress now. Except Mom would find it and... DAMMIT I gotta focus.

So anyway, I'm a stupid idiot and I say to this guy that I think I'm in love with as well as wanting to commit some other very big sins, "Jesse, look at the way we gotta hide what we're doing."

Okay, this time when he laughs, it's a bit more annoying than cute, "What are you talking about? What would they say, hell, do to us if they found out? I don't know about you, but I'm not suicidal yet."

"It just seems wrong. Like we're making it more wrong than it already is."

"Deut, you're not making sense. Are you saying that by not telling anyone that we're running out into the woods to fuck we're making it wrong?"

My ears fold back when he curses, "Well, kinda, yeah, making it more wrong."

I definitely screwed up. He's getting out from over me and sitting up beside me. Hasn't zipped up yet, I notice, but we're no longer pitching tents anyway. "Deuteronomy James Shondell," he never uses my full name. Like ever, did I screw up that bad? "Do you really think that what we're doing is wrong?"

I'm a little dumbfounded. He was practically asking me if I thought the sky was blue. "Wait, do you think it isn't?"

"Course not. We're not hurtin' anyone. We're just well, I like to think at least, that maybe," Jesse has never stammered, and I'm officially more confused than I was after we kissed the first time. The next part he says so softly that I almost miss it, "maybe we're in love?"

Okay, the pleading look in his eyes is breaking my heart. The tone, the closeness, the fact that I've never seen Jesse look so pitiful, it's all just making me hate myself for ever saying anything. Dammit, what if I broke his heart just by... Without too much further thought, I had apparently somehow planted my lips on his and pushed him back so we were hugging on the ground again while he's returning my kiss.

And like that we move from this bleak talk to me pressing my body down against his, already getting hard again as I manage to kick my pants off the rest of the way. He's grinding back at me now. Lord, I've never been on top and well, what am I doing asking God for help here! God-damned pervert.

He makes some sort of yipping noise about then, saves me from myself cause now I'm looking down at him. He was sure beautiful like that, moon shining on his fur, glinting off the tips of his black ears. I kiss him again, running my paws under his shirt and peeling it up as I rub through his thin chest fur. Before I even have his shirt up to his head the sneak reaches and yanks down my undies. I didn't realize until the air hit, it seemed so cold with my penis as hard as it was. I shiver and he just giggles and licks my cheek, "Sorry, I had to."

I smirk at him and yank his shorts down, getting him a little closer to being as naked as me. Well, at least that's what I think before I realize that he was apparently not wearing underwear. His shaft bobs up against me as he laughs and rubs his hands over my back. Not just that, but he's looking up at me, there's light reflecting in his eyes, the fur of his belly is shining, his full figure is just there, beneath me. And God damn me, he's beautiful. I know, I've already called him beautiful in this, but handsome doesn't fit, and pretty is not a big enough word. He's beautiful, and us two together, his disarming laughs, his nakedness, it all combines and for a while everything is pushed way back in my mind, just him and me, and my nagging doubts are barely audible in my head.

As I pull him to me, I spread his legs like he'd done to me so many times, move my hips in, and suddenly I'm pressing at his, heh, well, his butthole. It's a bit of a surprise to me just how warm it is against my tip. But he's beneath me moaning, and without giving myself a chance for doubt, I push forward.

And dammit, he's too tight. Yeah, I should've known that he would be, I was the first few times, but I still didn't see it coming.

Of course he whimpers a bit and tries pushing back, but we both realize that there's no way I'm getting in him right now. "Use your fingers, Deut, see if that helps," he urges, smiling up at me like I hadn't just failed at sex. The thought that maybe God doesn't want us having sex crosses my mind, but with Jesse looking at me like that, I'm not going to allow myself to consider that, or at least to voice it.

So I lick a finger and push it at his hole, and I manage to shove it in. Yeah, shove. We both realize my mistake right away, but fortunately he recovers pretty quick, or claims to anyway. So I start moving my finger around inside him, and I can see why I wasn't able to get in before, it's almost too tight for just my finger. But as it wiggles in him, he starts making these cute little noises, yips, moans and grunts and stuff, and actually starts moving back towards my hand. So I'm only a little surprised when he asks me to try another finger.

With a bit of effort, I managed to get the second in, but the grunt he gave made me stop, "You okay?"

He grunts again, and moves his bushy tail outta the way, "Uhn, yeah. Keep goin"

I give him a nod and carefully start to move both fingers, trying to stretch him out enough. Not that I have any idea what I'm doing, but his reactions start to be all cute and pleasured again, so I must've been doing something right. Anyway after a couple of minutes, he tightens down on my fingers enough to make me stop and looks right at me, still panting, "Now Deut. I think I'm ready."

So maybe I'm a bit nervous, hell I hurt him already. So I stalled, fingers buried in him still, "A-are ya sure, Jesse?"

"C'mon Deut, y'know I'm not gonna lie to you. I'm ready," he looks up at me with such a reassuring smile, and kisses at my lips just barely, and damn he's good at reminding me why I fell in love with him. Well, I mean I guess it is love.

So I carefully pull my fingers out, pausing with each little noise until he reaches down and just pulls my arm so they come out all at once. I get up the courage to kiss him again straight on the lips while I bump the end of my penis at his butt, not really getting as close to my mark as I had expected. He gives a little giggle at me as we kiss, petting down my body.

Then he surprises me by grabbing my dick and pointing it right at his hole. I can't resist an invitation like that, and I slowly, carefully push forward. My dick starts to bend as I press at him, his entrance not givin in any. Finally I hafta reach down and hold my thing, and that's when I feel his hole start to give, and I gasp as this tight heat surrounds the end of my member.

Of course, as soon as I start to get in, I see Jesse beneath me squirming and gasping, and his butt squeezes down, almost forcing me back out. I manage to stay in, but I don't go further. Instead, I lean over him, shushing and petting his hair from his face as I look down at him, "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah, just gimme a minute to adjust, ah," he more grunts than says and I watch as he tries to adjust, his chest going up and down with deep breaths. Finally, his breathing returns to normal, and he says, a little less enthusiastically than before, "Alright Deut, give it to me. All of it."

Something about the way he says it tells me not to argue, so I gather up my strength and well, force myself in. It takes more effort than I expected, and he's making all these noises and kicking and struggling so I almost stop, but then I'm in all the way, and though I'm worried because he's acting like he's in real pain, I can't deny it feels soo good. Sheesh, no wonder he always wanted to push into me. Just the heat, and the tightness, no paw, hell even the one time he used his mouth couldn't feel this good.

We sit there like that, just looking at each other, panting as he got used to me in him, and hell I was adjusting to the pleasure I was experiencing. After a minute maybe, his expression relaxes and he hugs me, telling me to go ahead.

So I do. And oh my God, it felt amazing. Each movement I make sends little jolts of sensation through me. I admit, I did move a bit faster than maybe I should have, but already it feels as if he was massaging my orgasm from me or something. He was wiggling beneath me, making all sorts of noises and faces, and somehow I think he manages to look up at me in lus-, no it was love throughout the whole thing. And I'm probably going to hell, because being like that with him was probably the most perfect moment in my life.

Then it hits, a bit harder than I was expecting. God, it was the best orgasm I had, before and since. I just know after what seemed like hours of pure pleasure, I kinda came back and there's Jesse smiling beneath me, and as soon as he sees me come back he pulls me down into a giant kiss, hugging me around the neck. That was probably the first kiss he'd given me where I didn't hesitate, my mind wasn't screaming at me about sin and damnation, there was just me and him in soft moonlight.

That's it really. We woulda laid out there for awhile but I ruined it by checking my watch. I could've said something to excuse being out later, instead I had to open my big mouth and ruin it. So we get dressed pretty quick and run back to our bikes and pedal home.

So yeah, that was it. My first time. I'd stay and tell you more, but my wife'll be back soon, and I should've fixed the toilet an hour ago.