The first thing you know waking up is Coach. Before all else, before you have a chance to think a single thought or scroll through your phone for half an hour, before you even open your eyes, there’s your boyfriend. His orange tabby head is tucked under your chin, your paws running up his shirt, together as close as you’ve ever gotten.
His dad’s gotten more lenient about you staying the night at his place. Even though you’re both 18, even though Coach has other guy friends, his dad has had a very traditional view about that kind of thing as if you were a girl. Door open, leave by 9:30, if he catches wind of anything more than a kiss on the cheek, you’re out the door. Maybe it’s that he’s gotten to know you over the past couple of months or that college is looming. When Coach asked you to come over, there was no question about it.
Of course you’ve made out before, but nothing has ever gone below the belt. It isn’t even just his dad – you’ve snuck off into the woods after school to go and kiss many a time before. Maybe he wasn’t ready or you weren’t ready or you just wanted a nice bed to go and do it on, but the two of you have never discussed sex before. You’ve fantasized about it on lonely nights before, thought about sneaking over to his house like they do in the movies, jerked off to the smell of his sweatshirt an embarrassing amount of times, but it’s never been a talking point between you two.
It wasn’t even one last night. You went around the neighborhood and took cool photos with his Polaroid in the dark, you cuddled up and watched some TV and ended up making out in the light of the screen, and he even put his paw on your inner thigh, but nothing ended up happening. His dad pounding on his door at midnight and demanding that you both be asleep kind of killed the vibes. You ended up sitting under his sheets with the light of his phone and whispering until Coach literally fell asleep in your arms, so it wasn’t all lost.
And now it’s the morning. You jostle him a little to see if he might wake up, but he’s still fast asleep. He snores a little. You take the chance to gaze at your boyfriend. His orange fur is gorgeous in the morning light. His tail pokes out a little from the blanket. He’s a short guy, short and thin. He’s in a graphic tee and a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms. He fits perfectly in your arms.
You move your paws from out of his shirt (you have no idea how it got there) and up to the scruffy fur on the top of his head. There’s a little bit of movement under his eyelids, then he opens them sleepily. His eyes are bright green in the light, and he’s giving you that same feeling that you had when you woke up. The first thing in the world he’s experiencing this morning is you. He smiles.
“Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi, Coach,” you whisper back.
That’s all you need to say before the desire to kiss takes over. There is nothing in your head as you enjoy your boyfriend’s mouth. You put your paws on his waist and you kiss him like there is nothing else in the world. Really, there isn’t. You’re thinking about nothing else and he’s thinking about nothing else.
Kissing lying down is delightful. You’ve only ever kissed sitting, on the edge of his bed or on one of the concrete barriers in your town or desperately on a park bench. Right now, everything is pressed against each other. Your chests, your arms, even your crotch. You take special care to keep a little distance down there since you very quickly get an erection and you have no idea what he would think about that.
It’s so lovely. You just lie together and kiss. No concern about anyone else, about his dad, about college, nothing. It isn’t until the old clock in his hallway chimes that you realize there’s a world outside of Coach. “Oh, crap.”
You pull away from his mouth. A little trail of spit follows. He looks absolutely devastated to not be kissing you right now. You put your paw on his cheek and scratch it.
“Baby,” you say, “We gotta get to school.”
“Hm…”
“Yeah?”
He leans over and peaks through his blinds. “No we don’t.”
“No?”
“My dad’s already at work.”
“Uh huh?”
“So we’re skipping.”
You grin. “We’re skipping?”
His response is just to kiss you again. That’s a good enough argument for you.
But something feels very different about this. Not only is there the shared knowledge that his dad isn’t home and won’t be home for eight hours and that they’re skipping school, but Coach deliberately chose to keep the both of you there. It’s just you and your boyfriend and a warm bed. When his paws start drifting down to your thighs again, you almost expect it. Of course your heart starts beating faster but there’s no way this wasn’t going to happen.
He strokes your inner thigh slowly as you kiss. It’s almost imperceivable at first, but his paws go deeper down. Eventually he is in the leg of your boxers, slowly petting the soft fur of your crotch. You start whimpering under your breath as you kiss.
He pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, continuing to stroke your thigh. Now that there isn’t the sound of kissing to cover it up, you try to quiet down. You can keep the whining in, but it’s replaced by the sound of breathing. The two of you pant in unison.
Eventually, he pulls away and looks up at you with his big eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
It’s so much more intense than you realized. You look down and see just how far his paw is lodged in your boxers. You see the erection curving to the right you’ve been trying to hide this whole time. You see what could be an erection in his pajamas too.
“I know…” he says. “I know we’ve never talked about this before…”
You nod. “Yeah?”
“Do you want to try…” he laughs. “Can I take my dick out?”
“Holy shit,” you say.
“Oh, we don’t have to.”
“No no no, I just never– yes. Yes please.”
He smiles. “You’re sure that’s okay?”
“I just– to hear that out loud is so much different than thinking it in my head. Please do.”
You both look down at his bulge. Clearly it’s an erection, especially now that he’s sitting like that. You don’t know why you tried to convince yourself it was just a fold in the fabric. It’s his penis that you’ve thought so much about, hard and curved to the left.
“Okay,” he whispers.
“Can I try?” you ask.
“You wanna take it out?”
“Please?”
He smiles. “Okay. Okay. Awesome.”
He leans back onto the wall and spreads his legs. Sitting in front of him, you reach your paws out. First you just put both of them on his legs and breathe.
“Let me get the button for you,” he says. He undoes the little button on the pajamas and the two sides open. His bulge pops out with a little jostle he gives to the fabric. It’s big, maybe seven or eight inches. He’s a little cat so it looks even bigger in comparison to him. He’s wearing gray briefs and the edge of the head of his dick creates a distinct line. You sit there and stare at it with your paws covering your face. You both enjoy the moment.
You reach your paw in and grab his bulge. He lets out a little purr of happiness. It’s hefty in your hand. You’ve never held a dick from this angle before, so it’s a little odd. After so long of handling your own dick, it’s so new touching one so different than your own. The fabric of his briefs are stretched out, his dick straining to be free.
You wriggle it out of the hole in his briefs. It’s not pointing downward anymore but shoots up. It’s so beautiful, so nice and thick. White at the base and pink towards the tip. A beautiful curve and a thick head. It throbs once and then again.
“Wow,” is all you can say. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Can I take yours out?”
You nod.
His paws are shaking as he reaches forward to take it out of your boxers. He reaches in and pulls it out with a smile.
You both lean back on your arms and look at the other person, simply observing. He purrs loudly.
“You have a really nice dick,” he says. “It’s so nice.”
“You too,” you whisper. You want to say something else or make a move so badly but you’re too nervous to. His dick is so beautiful. It’s even bigger than you fantasized about it being, so girty compared to your little kitty boyfriend.
“What should we do?” Coach finally says.
“We can touch each other?”
“Can we please?”
“I’d love that.”
You both sit cross-legged with your erections poking out of your laps. You grab his dick in your paw and just hold it. He does the same to you. Even with him just holding it, it feels immeasurably good. You tilt your head back and enjoy his grip. It feels so much different than your own.
Then, slowly, you begin to stroke each other. You watch him curl his toes and wag his tail in pleasure. He closes his eyes and breathes out heavily. You join him in that. A little stroke down and a little stroke up. Honestly, holding his big dick in your paw, you feel close already.
You keep stroking each other, wrists resting on the other’s leg, paces completely matched. He whispers moans under his breath and you grit your teeth as your grip tightens and your pace quickens.
As the two of you get closer, Coach pulls you in for another kiss. Of course it doesn’t just end in a quick peck. You both stop jerking off for a second and readjust your position, pulling in closer to each other. Your dicks are close enough to touch, and that’s exactly what Coach does. He grabs both of your dicks in his paw and starts stroking them together as you make out. His free paw is again on your inner thigh. You’re holding his furry cheek.
“I love you,” you whisper into his mouth. “I love you so much, Coach.”
“I love you too,” he whimpers back. “I love you.”
And that’s enough to bring the two of you over the edge. You feel his dick pulsing against yours, the warm cum streaming out of him and down onto your dick. You ejaculate soon after, mixing your loads together and spraying them all over your cocks.
He pulls his paw away and puts them on your shoulders. You continue kissing through the pure pleasure, as your dicks are throbbing in unison. You kiss until the two of you are both soft, until the cum is caked into his pajama bottoms and your fur. Finally he pulls away. You both fall back to the bed and pant to catch your breath.
You put your arms around Coach and pull him in. Your dicks are touching again, soft now. His orange fur is warm against yours. You give him a kiss on the forehead.
“Are you glad we skipped school?” he finally quips.
“I’m so glad.”
“I love you so much.”
“I love you, Coach.”