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Sitting on a bench, I unwrap a popsicle.
At this high school, in the warmer weather, sometimes they have Popsicle sales after school. Specifically those long ones, not the connected ones or anything.
My name is Tristan, and I’m a mouse boy.
I look both ways before beginning to enjoy my Popsicle.
I have never been that much of a fan of just licking popsicles.
Going all out is just way easier.
And besides, if nobody sees, why would I even have to worry about certain allegations?
The coast is clear.
I discard the wrapper in a nearby garbage can, sitting back down.
I lick the cold tip, its sweetness beginning to touch my tongue.
My lips wrap around the top as I begin to slowly swirl my tongue around, melting the outer thin ice layer to get to the good stuff inside.
Obviously, it’s impossible to not imagine sucking a dick while eating a Popsicle like this, and since at the moment I’m not too worried about others’ perception of me, I let the thoughts come. I wonder what it would be like to suck one instead of a Popsicle for once…
I lean my head down, pushing the Popsicle deeper into my throat.
God, it’s so sweet…
Cold, sticky juice runs down the Popsicle, getting my hands wet.
I hear a sound, heart pounding in my ears, I pull the Popsicle out of my throat as fast as possible.
A rather large hawk-guy approaches, towering over me at this specific position. “You even got a gag reflex, dude?”
“W-what!?” I shout, unable to believe he saw that much.
He seems smug. “You were really going at it, huh?”
“What–no, I wasn’t!”
“You were literally deepthroating that thing like a professional. It was actually impressive.”
My ears flush with embarrassment. “I-impressive…?”
“Yeah. I don’t care what you say, and I don’t want to hear any excuse about why exactly you’re able to do that.”
“Wait, no–”
“You really are oblivious.” He leans in dangerously close and whispers: “Meet me in the washroom after school. Unless you’d rather keep practicing on Popsicles~?”
His sheer boldness renders me speechless. He stands back up. “Don’t leave me waiting, little mouse~”
“M-my name is Tristan…!” I say suddenly.
“I’m Vic,” he says, not admitting much else.
“Is that short for Victor…?”
He walks away, leaving me confused. I barely noticed how wet the Popsicle made my fur. I go to the bathroom to wash the stickiness out, head racing with what Vic said. Meet in the washroom after school tomorrow… Practicing on Popsicles…
It’s not hard to gather what he was implying, with that voice as sickly sweet in my ear as the melting popsicle in my paw…
Despite not even seeing him for a minute, Vic made a very deep impression. To say the least, I’m excited to try sucking something other than a Popsicle. It’s obviously nothing romantic, since I’m perfectly straight.
I take the bus home.
My eyes occasionally dart around the science room, as if looking for Vic. He wouldn’t be in this class, he’s gotta be at least a few years older than I am. I haven’t been in high school for long at all.
We’re supposed to be learning about cells, but obviously my mind is elsewhere, counting down the hours until our meeting.
The ticking of the clock is loud, as if mocking me.
There’s nothing wrong about wanting to try something new? Besides, it’s platonic.
I manage to get a little bit of work done before the bell finally rings. Trying to act normal, I get my stuff together.
I head to my locker and put all of my stuff inside, knowing I won’t need it.
I head to the bathroom, where Vic is waiting outside, leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone so casually as if we weren’t planning something.
He nods at me in greetings.
I approach him.
“Wait thirty minutes,” he says. “Less chance of anyone entering.” He returns to scrolling. “Wait somewhere else so it isn’t suspicious.”
His plan sounds lengthy, but I figure we could work on it.
I end up just wandering around, going outside, sitting on benches, going inside, reading something random in the library, heart pounding the whole time.
Thirty minutes pass, and I don’t hesitate to return to him.
He’s still there, and he looks up, makes a ‘come here’ gesture, and walks into the bathroom.
He gazes at himself in the mirror for a second, as if contemplating his life choices, before picking a stall, (the handicap stalls are always the largest and therefore the best for ‘activities,’) opening a door, and entering. After a moment he cracks it open, looking at me with impatience, and I realize that I was just standing there. I come in, and he locks the stall.
He moves to stand roughly in the middle of the open space of the stall.
I swallow nervously.
“Well?” he asks.
Tentatively, I get on my knees in front of him. It feels harder to breathe.
He looks down at me expectantly, and I reach up with my small mouse paws to work on his belt.
I work the strap out of the first loop, hands trembling.
“Nervous?” he says, jokingly.
My ears flush.
I pull his belt off, so I can pull his pants down.
I feel something in my chest. What it is, I don’t know. Like a hot excitement.
They fall to the floor, and my eyes widen at the bulge in his boxers.
I look up to see that his eyes are dark with… something.
His feathers are kind of soft…
I push that thought away and reach up for his waistband.
I lean close as I pull it down, his erection catching on the fabric of his boxers.
Pulling down extra hard, I manage to get them all the way down, and something hits my face.
Surprised, I lean back to see that his cock is revealed.
My breath hitches.
“Well?” he says, his smug tone almost sounding forced.
I swallow nervously and touch it. It’s warm, and hard, and pre-cum is beading at the tip.
Leaning in, I lick the clear fluid up, its delicious saltiness coating my mouth as I swallow. Vic groans with pleasure.
“It’s salty…” I say, voice filled with wonder.
“What, you thought it’d be sweet like a popsicle?” he says sarcastically, but the delivery is flat.
Like earlier, with the Popsicle, I wrap my lips around the head, swirling my tongue around in a practiced matter.
“A-agh, fuck~” he moans. The sound almost… hits something inside of me. But not in a bad way. I think I’m enjoying this.
I start to take him deeper, my lack of gag reflex (from many years of careless Popsicle eating) coming in handy.
Groaning louder now, he grabs my head, and I let out a squeak on his dick.
I strain my eyes upwards, to see that his are half-lidded with lust and pleasure.
He looks away. “J-just… keep going… f-fuck…” he mumbles.
It’s very sloppy, my saliva is dampening his thigh feathers.
His hands grip my head tight, and it hurts, but I keep going.
I want to know what it tastes like so bad…
I get hard.
What!? I think, shocked at myself. Oh, it’s probably just a random boner… It’s not because of this.
He lets out a drawn-out groan. “Fuck, you’re good at this. How many fucking Popsicles do you need to get this good…? Ngh~”
Fuck, why does this feel so good…
I let out hot air from my nose every time I deepthroat him. The stall now smells like dick and bad breath.
We freeze when we hear the quiet clatter of the custodian’s cleaning cart in the hall, and let out a sigh of relief as it passes.
I keep blowing him, every time I push him deep inside, it draws him closer to the edge.
I go faster now, eager to taste his release.
He pushes my head off of his cock, now fervently jerking off, and with a final groan, explodes into my mouth.
I feel giddy as I lick my lips and swallow. Fuuuuck it’s soo good…
Panting for air, a smile spreads across my face. I look up at him with admiration.
He looks down at me. “Don’t give me that look.”
Flustering, he admits: “You did pretty good, though. I was right to think what you could do to that Popsicle you could do to me. Man, was it amazing.” He puts his pants back on, unlocks the stall door, and before leaving, tells me: “You have cum on your face, by the way.”
He gently closes the bathroom stall, leaving me on the bathroom tiles, knees hurting from kneeling, tail sore from the constant movement, (I wasn’t wagging. I have never done that. Especially not now,) mouth tasting salty, dick painfully hard, strained against my pants, fur damp with sweat, panting for air.
I stand up with quivering legs, using the side of the stall for support.
After waiting long enough to let my accidental boner go down, I head home. When my dad asks why I took so long to get home, I explain I was caught up talking to a friend. Skeptical at first, he eventually shrugs and accepts my explanation. And so, I head to my room with the knowledge of my secret.
I find Vic sitting alone at lunch. He’s far from where I usually sit, so that’s probably why I never really noticed him.
He looks up as I approach.
“Don’t sit here,” he says.
“I, wha… just want to get your number… so we can make plans…!” I say, more nervous than I thought I would be.
“Not now. We can’t talk about that here,” he whispers, avoiding eye contact.
I nod. “After school?”
He nods back.
I leave as requested, returning to my usual spot to eat.
The wait was agony, but as soon as school ends, I catch up to him as he begins to walk home.
“Vic!” I call.
He turns to face me. “Yes?”
“Let’s exchange numbers,” I suggest.
He shrugs, pulling out his phone.
We exchange numbers, and I ask: “Are we doing it again?”
“Tomorrow. It would seem suspicious if we did it two days in a row.”
“You’re awfully serious about this…”
“Would you really like for any of this to get out?”
“Well… it’s just casual, right? And there’s nothing weird about it.”
“Whatever,” he scoffs, seeming weird and distant. “Don’t be late, Tristan,” he says, my name sounding odd on his tongue.
He leaves, and I have to wait once again.
It’s almost as if my entire life has been narrowed down to me and Vic, our secret meeting, and the ones to follow.
Later, I’m at home relaxing, and I receive a text from Vic.
His profile picture is the default one.
The message is simple, reading: ‘3:30pm tomorrow’
‘ok’ I reply, letting him know I saw it. Excitement bubbles in my chest.
It’s not gay. We’ve silently established that. There isn’t anything wrong about trying new things.
3:30pm, the next day. He waits outside of the bathroom like last time. As soon as we make eye contact, he heads inside. I’m less hesitant this time, knowing what’s coming, but my heart pounds anyways. He shuts the door again, this time leaning against the wall.
He waits.
“Are you going to make me take your pants off again…?” I ask.
“Unless you’d rather I do it.”
I drop to my knees and unbuckle his pants, tugging everything down in one fell swoop.
He’s not fully hard yet.
“Oh,” I say, mildly surprised. “I guess I’ll have to…” I wrap a paw around him, stroking slowly, coaxing him to become erect.
He looks at me with mild confusion.
“Keep using your hand,” he orders.
And so I do. I realize he’s long enough to fit two of my hands, so I bring the other up to jerk him off, adding a twist on the upstroke.
He groans, placing a hand on the wall to support himself. “Shit, Tristan…”
I look up at him, with a questioning look, about why he said my name. “What?”
“Shut up,” he tells me. “Just keep… doing that.”
I continue to jerk him off with both hands, before he says: “Actually, use your mouth again.”
The stall fills with slurping sounds as I put him in my mouth for the second time this week, without hesitation. He doesn’t grab my head this time, instead gripping my shoulders.
I feel him hit the back of my throat, and it’s amazing. He already tastes salty. I manage to swallow it, even with him in my mouth.
He revels at my skill, looking down at me with admiration. “Tristan,” he says.
I pull off with a pop, gasping. “Yes?”
“Let’s try a different position.”
“Huh? Like what?”
He lays down across the floor, which is surprising, since it’s dirty. He seems relaxed, despite his throbbing member.
I straddle his feathered legs, immediately getting to work, leaning over to put his dick in my mouth. I also make sure I don’t arch my back at all. Like, that’d be kinda gay.
He sighs with pleasure. “You’re too fucking good at this…”
I look up and blink at him, unsure what to say, and then I gently shut my eyes to enjoy the flavor of his cock.
He places a hand on the back of my head, but this time, it’s much gentler, but it prevents me from moving as much as before, so I have to use more tongue, which makes his hips buck.
Huh. It’d be pretty bad if someone walked in on us.
Is what I would think, if I wasn’t so damn hypnotized by his taste.
A wave of giddiness washes through me as he cums in my mouth. This time, I swallow much more greedily, not letting any slip out.
“Ah-h~! S-shit… you’re sucking me dry…” he groans.
For some reason, I make a soft moan around his cock at the flavor. I pull off before I can make any more questionable sounds, catching my breath.
“Well… same time tomorrow?” I ask quietly.
“Actually, I was thinkin’ you could come over. My parents don’t come home until late, so there won’t be any chance of someone walking in on us.”
“Oh? What time?”
“8pm. It’d have to be a sleepover, so it doesn’t seem suspicious.”
“Oh, smart. What will you say when your parents come home?”
“We should be asleep by then. You’re my friend now, so I’ll just say that you’re staying over.”
“Friends?”
“Yeah, what else would we be? We’ve been hanging out. And you’re actually kind of tolerable.”
“The only other word I can think of is acquaintance, but it feels like we’re kind of past that stage already.”
“Hm. Right. You wouldn’t mind trying something new when you’re over, right?”
“New? Besides giving you blowjobs?” I suddenly realize this kind of talk might look ridiculous coming out of my mouth, being a mouse of my stature, after all.
He gets awkward. I’m sure he has his reasons, being the relatively tough hawk he is… “Was thinkin’ maybe… I dunno, anal. And kissing.”
“What? Kissing?” Why would he suggest that, of all things? Is he gay or something…?
“Dude. To practice for when we get girlfriends,” he reasons.
Oh, nevermind, that makes perfect sense.
He chuckles, gesturing to himself. He’s sitting up now. “I probably look ridiculous, huh?” His pants are down to his ankles, feathers ruffled, flaccid dick wet.
I manage a laugh, but for some reason, I feel like I forced it. “Yeah, you do look kinda funny.”
“You don’t find this weird, do you?” He asks, and I don’t know if he’s referring to his current position, or our whole situation.
“Well, not really… it’s not that much different from seeing each other naked in a locker room.”
“Oh, so you’d be open to going nude? Ah, I was going to ask that, but I thought you might think I was being crazy.”
“Bro, you suggested anal… pretty sure we’d have to be nude for that.”
“Well, obviously it’s the best since nothing will be in the way.”
“Yeah. Unbuckling your pants is kind of annoying.”
“Really? It’s not annoying to me,” he admits.
“Dude, it’s suspenseful. Kinda fun.”
“You think it’s fun?”
“Well obviously, yeah. Seems like you’ve been having a great time.”
“W-what?”
“Dude, what are you getting worked up for? It’s not gay or anything.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I do think it’s fun. And… you taste great.”
“Probably because my mom makes me eat fruit. I never thought it’d actually have a payoff.”
“You mean, besides being healthy?”
He shrugs. “I dunno. Anyways, we should go home now. Don’t forget, 8pm tomorrow. I’ll text you my address. Make sure to tell your parents you’re going to a sleepover.”
I nod, and he stands up, and instead of leaving me in the dust, waits for me to ‘calm myself’ down first.
“I’ve noticed those boners you’ve been getting while you suck me off.”
“H-huh?”
“Yeah, I have. Kinda obvious. Dude, I hate just randomly getting hard, y’know? Always at the absolute worst times.”
“Oh yeah, haha…” I laugh nervously.
“See you tomorrow,” he says, now leaving to go home.
He is surprisingly nice to me now… I guess we really are good friends now!
My heart’s racing again, even after he left, so I have to catch my breath.
Finally, I head home.
Nothing interesting happens, but when I sleep, all I can think of is our meeting. I also realized it’s been over a week since I last masturbated… Maybe after making him cum so many times he’ll finally return the favor.
I arrive as soon as possible, knocking on his door. He answers quickly, letting me inside. “Hey,” he greets, a light quiver in his voice, despite his best efforts to stay confident. Understandable. I’m excited too. But not in a weird way.
He leads me up to his room, locking the door behind us. He doesn’t turn the light on, instead turning on his bedside lamp.
“Dude, you settin’ the mood or something?” I question.
He rubs his neck. “No. I never turn the large light on. It’s a much warmer color than the big one.”
“Okay.”
We stand in awkward silence for a few seconds, before he speaks up. “We should take our clothes off now.”
My breathing hitches. Right. I forgot about that, somehow… “Oh, alright…” I unzip my sweater, take it off, and hold it. “Where should I put my clothes?”
“Anywhere is fine. Maybe that clear spot in the floor on the corner. Don’t worry about the mess. It’s all good,” Vic says as he takes his sweater off, letting it fall to the floor. He takes off his black t-shirt next, and as he does, I look away to get more of my clothes off.
After some more rustling and heavy breathing, every article of clothing we have except for socks is on the floor. I rub the gray fur on my arm nervously. I look up at him. He’s already looking at me. “Not bad for such a short mouse.”
I laugh nervously.
“It’s a compliment, just take it.”
I look at his body now. Only his waist and thighs are familiar to me, and now that the rest of him is revealed, it’s easy to tell he goes to the gym. “Do you, um… work out?”
“Yeah. You noticed?” he says.
I catch myself staring at his abs. “Yeah.”
“Bed?”
I nod slowly. He waits for me to lay down, and when I do, he climbs over me. I squeak, hoping it’s from fear, and not excitement, because at this point, I can’t tell the difference. “W-what…!”
“Dude, what’s with the reaction?”
“You’re just, u-um… I didn’t expect you to seem so big over me…”
“It’s not like I’m going to hurt you, or anything. Anyways, uh, I think we should do the kissing first.”
“K-kissing first? R-right…” I look at his beak nervously. Okay, how the fuck is this going to work.
“Oh. You’re probably wondering how we’re going to do that. I think I know.” With this last part, he opens his beak wide. This time, I feel fear for sure. I mean, in history, hawks and mice definitely have history, and oftentimes, the mice were not on the winning side.
To put it plainly, it looks like he’s going to eat me.
Instead, he closes his eyes, tilts his head as far left as he can, leaning in. His breath is hot against my face, and his beak covers about half of it.
His tongue touches my lips. Now I’m definitely feeling excited, but why would I?
He traces my lower lip, making it all wet. I’m pretty sure I’m trembling now, but he seems too focused to comment about that. He becomes erect, the head of his cock tickling my sensitive inner thighs. He makes a soft moan against my lips, which in my shock at the noise, I part them, which allows him to slip his tongue inside.
It’s a very weird sensation. But way better than I expected.
His long tongue explores my mouth. Its flavor is indescribable, even more so when he explores deeper, down my tongue. I get hard against his stomach.
His hands run up my furry body, making me shiver, before cupping my face as he ‘kisses’ me. I guess it’s really closer to face-eating, or maybe there’s some other term for only using tongue.
He pulls his tongue out of my mouth, looking at me with eyes dark with lust. “Are you ready for the next part?”
I nod very quickly. “Y-yes, Vic…”
“Okay, so… we’re not going to use condoms. I’m saving those for a girl.”
“Who?”
He stops for a second. I guess he’s never thought of that before. “I-I’m sure I’ll get a crush on one someday… Just need to find the right person… Whatever, I’ll be back…” He stands up, leaving the room naked, and… I feel sad that he’s gone now, for some reason. I think I want him to touch me. But wanting more would be… no, I can’t…?
I get up and take my phone from my pants pocket on the floor, frantically googling if it’s gay to have sex with your male friend as a guy.
It is.
No, I can’t listen to that source… it’s wrong…
‘It is.’
‘It is.’
‘It is.’
No, it can’t be…! I think, obviously stressing out. The only gay part about it is the attraction… Clearly I’m not attracted to him, because it’s just sex… My erection betrays my spiraling train of thought. NO! It’s NOT BECAUSE OF HIM…!!
Vic comes in, holding a can of Crisco, for some reason. I basically throw my phone. “Vic!” No, why did I sound so excited…! I’m not excited to see him…!
“Hm? Something wrong?” he asks, sounding… genuinely concerned.
“I-It’s nothing, Vic…” I look down at my socks, the one last thing defending my weakening argument of ‘I’m not gay.’
“Sure,” he says sarcastically. “Anyways, are you sure you want to do this?”
I feel extremely conflicted. If I say yes, I’ll probably feel fucking amazing, but then that’s pretty much confirm I’m not straight. If I say no, I’ll keep my dignity and my straightness. But do I even have the strength to do that?
I look into his eyes, expecting the cool indifference I saw the first few times we… met up… oh god… and could only see worry and warmth. Does he even know he’s looking at me like that? How he’s affecting me?
“Tristan?” Vic asks quietly, though the actual question itself is vague.
“V-Vic, I-I… I don’t know if I c-can…”
“Why?”
“B-because… w-we’re not g-gay, Vic!”
He seems like he’s starting to freak out now. “Wait, Tristan, i-it’s not like that… it’s just… casual sex, nothing to worry about… we can still do it and be straight…”
“No we can’t, Vic! I looked it up… every single source said it’s gay…!!”
“Every single source? No, you have to be lying, Tristan… don’t lie about that…”
“A-and we’ve already had sex… multiple times…”
“Those were just blowjobs! Those can’t possibly count!?”
“They do, Vic! We both enjoyed them!”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!” Vic paces the room, looking horrified. “No. No. No, NO!! I can’t be!!” he turns to me. “That’s not who I am, Tristan! L-look, we’re wearing socks still…”
“That doesn’t mean anything!!” I panic.
“Yes, it does!! We haven’t fully revealed ourselves to each other! We still have things to hide, which means we still have dignities to hold on to…!” as he says this, I can immediately tell he’s just grasping at straws.
“That doesn’t mean anything if your cock is out…!! A-and it’s making me feel things, and I’m really scared…!”
“It’s making you w-what!?”
“Yes! There! I said it! It’s all I can think about, ever since I started… blowing you in the bathroom at school!”
“No, Tristan, don’t say that, it’s probably just because… you like Popsicles so much, maybe they were on your mind all the time before, a-and because of our meetings, my dick has replaced those thoughts!” He just sounds like he’s bullshitting now. His eyes are wet now, which surprises me. He’s supposed to be tough.
“Look at me…!! I’m fucking crying! I’m such a sensitive little bitch, no matter how much I fucking work out, or pretend I don’t care about the rude things people say to me, I’m really just a fucking fag… And that’s all I’ll ever be, Tristan!”
“V-Vic, don’t say that–”
“Why not? It’s not like we can fucking hide it anymore.”
“N-no, w-we aren’t…!”
“Yes, we are! Don’t try to fucking pretend it isn’t true!”
“I-I…”
“Tristan, if we were, this wouldn’t affect us,” he says, suddenly grabbing me by the shoulders, opening his beak once more, kissing me. After a moment, he pulls away, both of our breaths ragged, and also, erect.
“See, Tristan!?” he shouts, voice hoarse. It dawns on me. I can barely deny it any longer.
“Yeah, and that thing you do with Popsicles? Super fucking gay. Always has been. I bet you’ve always imagined it being a dick.”
“Y-yes, actually… because it was really hard not to…”
“See? And how did thinking about it make you feel?”
“Well, uh, it’d make my heart race, but… I figured it was a guilty pleasure thing–”
“Okay? Name one time a girl has ever made you feel like that,” Vic says.
I stop dead. I can’t think of anything.
“See? And I can’t either!” he says, becoming increasingly panicky.
“What now…?” I ask.
He scoffs. “What now? What now?”
Maybe it is true. Maybe we’re not straight. Maybe we never were. But every time I had my lips around him… and when he pinned me to the mattress, exploring my mouth with his tongue, I had never felt better in my entire life. So, maybe it isn’t a bad thing?
“What? What did you realize, Tristan?” he asks, noticing my silence.
“Just, well… maybe… it wouldn’t be so bad if…”
“If what?”
“I think I… have feelings for you… I don’t know, I’ve just… never really… felt like this towards anyone…”
He goes silent.
“Please, Vic… give it a shot… please…”
He sighs weakly. “Okay.”
I perk up.
“Get on the bed,” he asks quietly. “On your hands and knees.”
I do as he says, heart racing with this new revelation. I get even more excited as the bed sinks down, and I feel his legs against mine. I look behind me as I hear him opening the can of Crisco, scooping some out.
“Why that?” I ask.
“Because I once heard gays used this way back in the day. You know, when the whole thing was unacceptable. As lube. And I figured, if it worked for them, it’ll work for us. Obviously, before I was going to make the excuse that what makes you gay is the emotional attachment, and we only needed the Crisco for the physical part. Clearly we’re fucking stupid.”
I laugh a little. “I guess we are, yeah…”
He spreads me open with one hand, spreading the Crisco over and in my hole with the other, and I gasp loudly. I drip pre-cum on his sheets.
Vic swallows nervously. “You ready?”
“Yes,” I say, voice quivering. I’m hyper-aware of where his cock is, and it feels like even my very own ass can’t wait to feel him deep inside of it. How was I so oblivious to my desire for him before?
His throbbing head rests against my entrance, and I hear his loud, ragged breathing even from here.
I begin to feel pressure on my entrance. Obviously, I’ve gone to the bathroom before, so I’m pretty sure I know what something in my ass should feel like. There’s no way it’ll feel that good, right?
He penetrates, and as soon as he does, I moan. He’s stretching me out… Fuck… I hear him groan.
“S-shit… h-holy fuck… so this is what it feels like… you’re so fucking big… ahh-h~”
“Ngh~ I only have the head in.”
“W-what? What did you say?” Honestly, I don’t even know if I did hear what he said. Having just his tip inside of me feels wild.
“I said, only the head is in.”
“Really? Fuck… put the rest in…”
“Are you sure? If this is affecting you so much, then–”
“I said just fucking put it in… please…”
He pushes his hips forward, and I cry out with pleasure with every inch, until he eventually bottoms out, feeling like I might split it in half. My lower stomach is actually bulging a little. “Oh~ god~ Vic~” I gasp.
“Shit, you’re really… tight…” he says.
“I-Is that bad…?”
“No, it’s actually… perfect… Hard to believe, your ass is almost better than your mouth.”
“Ahh~ Wait, really?”
He nods. “I mean, your moans actually… turn me on, I think… I think that’s what this feeling is. You’re making me horny.”
“I-I’m making you horny…? Just to be sure, what does it feel like?”
He feels his chest. “My heart’s going crazy, and it’s kind of hard to breathe, and I really want to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Oh, so me too… I think you’re making me horny too… except I want you to fuck the shit out of me… Is that something different, then?”
“No, I think that just makes you a bottom…”
“A bottom? Like… submissive? Like women in sex or something…?”
“I dunno. I think it just makes you the one that takes orders from me and shit.”
“So that makes you in charge?”
“Obviously. I’m much stronger and bigger than you.”
“Oh, okay…”
“I mean, I couldn’t picture you pinning me down, so…”
I’m starting to feel… needy. I need him to move. “Vic, you’re talking too much… fuck me…” I mewl.
“Oh,” he says, now grabbing my hips, and I arch my back as he begins to move in and out. It’s so unimaginably good. Like, I can’t believe I was so against being gay. Damn, if I knew sex with a guy felt so good, I would’ve switched so long ago! “Ahh-h~! V-Vic… fuck~ h-harder~”
“You want me to go harder?” he says hotly.
“Yeah,” I whine.
“I’ll try,” he says, now snapping his hips into me at full force. I didn’t realize it until now, but… he’s hitting something. Inside of me. It’s like… a spot. But every time he hits it, I feel more and more pressure building up in my gut. I’m basically screaming with pleasure now, no longer caring about my previous sexuality, now focusing only on how it feels, with him, in this very moment. “Ah-h, Vic… keep hitting that…”
“Like this?” he asks, doing it perfectly.
“AHH-H!! YES!! RIGHT THERE!!” I cry out.
He wraps his hand around the base of my tail, using it to pound me even harder.
“YESSS!!! AHHH-HH~!!” Tears stream down my face, and every sound that comes out of my mouth after, are definitely nowhere close to words. I can’t even think straight.
His chest presses against my back now, and I hear quiet whimpers, his breath hot against the back of my neck. It’s delicious. “Ah-h, Tristan… I’m really close… a-are you?”
Come to think of it, I think I might be. The pressure building up in my stomach is starting to become unbearable, and I feel like I might burst.
“Ah~ Vic~ I think I might be~!” I manage to say between erratic breaths.
With a loud groan, he snaps his hips into me one last time, pushing even deeper than I thought possible, soft feathers flush against my bottom, and I feel his warm release fill me, cock throbbing. The mix of sensations drives me over the edge, and with a final cry, I shoot ropes of cum all over his sheets, having the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever felt, all because of him. My legs can’t take it anymore, and I collapse on my own mess, Vic crushing me, feeling comforting.
The only thing I can hear now is our loud breathing.
“Ah-h~ Vic~” I sigh, feeling happy.
“Yes~?” he whispers into my ear.
“We gave it a chance, and… the whole thing… how do you feel about it now?”
“It was amazing, so… yeah. Maybe gay isn’t bad, maybe it’s the best.”
“See?” I laugh softly into his pillow. “I never imagined it would come to this, Vic… I mean, from the blowjobs in the bathroom… normal guys would never do that, right?”
“Yeah, I understand that now. We don’t have to pretend anymore.”
“So… you’re saying… you’re accepting it?”
“Yes. But on one condition,” Vic says.
“What is it?”
“You have to accept it too.”
“I do, Vic…”
“And also…”
“What, Vic?”
“Be with me…”
“Like… romantically? You want to be my…?”
“I want to be your boyfriend, Tristan…” It sounds odd coming out of his mouth, but knowing how much internalized homophobia he had earlier, it’s a big step for him.
“Really!?”
He pulls out of my ass, making me wince, flipping me over, to look into my eyes. “I really do.”
“I think I do too, Vic… I think I want to be your boyfriend…!”
“Well… one last kiss to make sure?”
“Yes!” I answer immediately, immediately bringing my hands up his sides and cupping his face, which he now tilts instinctively, opening his beak wide, (much like earlier,) and kisses me passionately.
It makes me so unbelievably happy. I can’t get enough of it.
I get hard against his leg, just like the last time we were kissing in this position.
He pulls away. “Fuck yeah, I still definitely want to be your boyfriend. I’m so fucking gay for you.”
I giggle softly at his acceptance. “Me too, Vic…”
He kisses me again, his erection pressing against my balls. “Mmh~ would you like me to take care of that again?”
“Yes, Vic~”
He grabs the undersides of my knees, pressing my legs up to my chest. “Oh~!” I gasp.
Vic wastes no time in pushing his erection back inside of me, chest pressed against mine.
I moan, breath hot against his beak.
“This position better than the last one?”
“Oh fuck yes, Vic… now I can look at you while you fuck me…”
“Good. Now I can see your expressions.”
I smile.
“See? Like that one,” he says, returning the smile. (If that’s even possible, sorry this is my first time writing bird anthros! Be kind.)
He grips my shoulders, starting to rock into me, slow and loving. Vic kisses me, tongue dancing around mine. I could get used to this~ I think, moaning into his mouth.
The buildup is much more slow and intense this time.
It starts to near its peak after a few minutes of our love-making, with Vic now running his hands down my sides and resting on my waist, stroking my fur with his thumbs.
“Vic, I’m cumming…!” I moan, hips bucking as I shoot my release all over my stomach fur. Vic pulls out last second, now covering me with his.
Enamored, I pull his head back down to kiss him. After a moment, he pulls away to rest his head on my shoulder. “I… Tristan, I…”
“Yes, Vic?”
“I love you…” he whispers.
My heart soars. “I-I love you too!” I wrap my arms around him tightly, feeling giddy.
He makes a soft sound out of happiness. “I’m so happy I decided to pry when I caught you violating that Popsicle.”
I laugh. “Ha, me too… I’m glad it ended up like this… I think you’ll be an amazing boyfriend, Vic…”
“I’ll try my best,” he says modestly.
“I know you will,” I say, smiling.
He nuzzles my neck.
“Mmh~ What is your name short for?”
“It’s short for Victor, obviously. I just like Vic better.”
“I like it more too. Besides, it’s more fun to moan…”
He laughs into my neck. “Well, your name isn’t.”
“Maybe you could give me a nickname?” I suggest.
“Tris, maybe? Or… Stan… Tan…” Vic brainstorms.
“Well… My last name is Jayce?” I say, hoping it might give him ideas.
“Tee-Jay, maybe?”
“How about just Jay?”
“Hm. I think I like that.”
“Vic is always going to be much cooler than Jay, though…”
“True, but I mean, it could also be Jay like Jay-Z,” he says.
“Oh, right! Well, you can call me whatever you want, Vic…”
“Cool. Enough talk of nicknames… I’m tired, and I want to cuddle you.”
My ears flush. “Oh! That sounds…” I smile. “really nice…”
“Good,” he says, wrapping his arms around me, flipping me, spooning me from behind.
“Night, Tristan.”
I snuggle closer into his feathers. “Mm-mh~ Love you, Vic…”
“I love you too, Jay…”
As I drift off, the last thing I register is the warm embrace of his wings wrapped around me, keeping me cozy and safe.
I fall asleep with the knowledge that my life, and me, will never be the same, but actually, I think that will be a very, very good thing.