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.”
Read this story as a visual novel!
It’s snowing!
You’ve spent the entirety of fifth period staring at the window, watching the wet snow sliding down the window start to build up. It’s your senior year of high school and everyone else around you is less interested in multivariable calculus and more interested in what’s going on outside the window. So when it comes over the announcements that school is ending early so the students and faculty can get home safely, your mind shoots to Coach.
You spot him in your usual spot by the vending machines. He already has his winter coat on and the furry hood over his head. He waves at you with both paws and gives you a big kiss as you run up to him. He has the biggest eyes as you pull away.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi, Coach,” you respond.
“Do you,” he says, smiling so hard he has to stop for a second, “Do you wanna come over to my house…?”
“Uh huh?”
“And my dad will still be at work…?”
“Uh huh?”
“And we can get all warm and cuddle…?”
You grab his paws. “I’d love to.”
“Yay!” he laughs. “Let’s go!”
You love sitting in the passenger seat of his car as he drives you home. The heat blasting onto your fur, the snow blanketing your small town white, cracking little jokes to each other about how they had to evacuate the school because the snow was about to crush everyone. He’s so small that his coat is practically swallowing him. You watch his paws on the wheel and his tail tucked to the side. You think about what might happen today. Another day alone without his dad to interrupt.
You get back to his house and scramble into his room. It’s nice and warm in here, made even better by the cold outside that you’re not in right now. He flings his backpack to the floor and throws his jacket on that. “Is it cool if I change back into pajamas?”
“Go ahead, baby.”
Sitting on the bed, you watch him step behind his closet door. You hear his belt drop to the floor and your brain is screaming that your boyfriend is in his underwear on the other side of that door. You are so close to getting to see that, getting to take all of that in. But then he slides his pajama bottoms on and steps out from behind the door. He gives you a little smile and a peace sign.
“Hi, cutie,” you say.
“Hi.”
Coach slinks his way back over to you and takes the seat on the bed right next to you. You put your arm around him and give him a kiss on the forehead. He’s so warm. Coach kisses you right back on the lips. It seems like something’s about to happen, but he pulls away with a grin and pats his lap. “What do you wanna do?”
“Oh!” You say, and in an effort to not seem too desperate, you lie when you say, “Do you wanna watch some Youtube?”
“That sounds so good.”
He goes and pulls his laptop out of his bag and you stare at his butt as he leans over. The two of you have had sex a few more times since that first time, but it’s always been so protected. Clothes on, kissing and hand stuff only. Of course you only want to do what Coach is comfortable with, but you’ve fantasized about seeing his little kitty butt so many times, fantasized about what it would feel like to push yourself into him. You get a little bit of a hard-on just thinking about that, which you cover with a pillow as he comes back.
He lies down on the tummy and starts scrolling through the Youtube homepage.
“This one?” he asks, landing on a thumbnail of a cornucopia of fruits. “They literally slice every fruit every way in this video. How could we not watch it?”
“Yeah,” you respond.
“Awesome.”
You sit cross legged next to him and try to look at the screen, but it’s really hard to not get distracted. He’s a small kitty but his butt is pretty and taut and the pajamas only emphasize that. Not unproportional, but definitely sizable. You think about how you could escalate this. Maybe lying down next to him and putting a paw on his lower back, then lowering it as the video goes on, or maybe trying to lay on him casually like you’re cuddling when really your crotch is right up against his butt. The hard-on only grows into a complete erection pressing against your jeans. He laughs at all the narrator’s jokes and plays with his paws absentmindedly as you stare at his butt.
“Are you into this?” he asks most of the way through the video, pausing it and shutting the laptop. With the blinds closed, most of the light was coming from the screen, so now it’s getting dark in here.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Do you hate fruit?” He cranes his neck back, then grins wide. “What is going ON down there?”
“Nothing! Coach, nothing.”
“You are staring at my butt.”
“I’m not trying to.”
“There is fruit on the screen and you’re staring at my butt.”
“I said nothing!”
“And you’re–” He smiles. “You know what you are.”
“Okay, fine. You have a really pretty butt. I was looking at it.”
He grins and hooks his paws under the waistband of his pajamas. “You mean this butt?”
“Woah!” you blurt.
“I didn’t even do anything!”
“I just–” You say, your dick throbbing a little. “Coach!”
He laughs. “Just kidding. I’m not gonna do that.”
“Okay. Let’s watch the fruit video.”
He sticks his tongue out and lowers his pajamas. He takes his briefs off too, revealing his perfect butt. It is genuinely beautiful, the same orange fur as the rest of his body on the cheeks with a little bit of white forming a heart around, presumably, his butthole. There’s a little bit of his balls caught between his thighs. It’s big for such a little kitty. He puts the video on for a half a second then turns back to you, grinning.
“I thought you wanted to watch the fruit video,” Coach deadpans.
“You are so beautiful,” you whisper, unable to keep up with the teasing. “Oh my god.”
“Do you…” he says. “Do you maybe wanna touch it?”
“Can I?”
“Of course you can.”
You inch forward and put your paws on his butt. He’s a fluffy kitty but he’s so thin that he’s not particularly soft. That’s true everywhere else but his butt, which is pure velvety thickness. Coach bites his paw as you explore his butt. You can glide your paw through his skin like butter. You put your paw on his right cheek and spread him open a little with your thumb. He lets out a little moan. His asshole is the most inviting site ever, cute and pink in the field of his white fur. It pulses twice, practically beckoning you in.
You drag your paws back and place them on his thighs. “You are the most beautiful little kitty I’ve ever met.”
“This might…” he says. “This might be a little crazy, um… But do you think you would want to try something?”
“Like what?”
He laughs. “Don’t make me say it. Like would you want to try penetrating me?”
“Yes,” You nod vehemently. “Yes please.”
“Okay, um…” He swallows. “We can use some of my hand lotion and…” He leans over to his bedside table to grab that and you get a good flash of his balls and a little bit of his erection. Your cock is already throbbing hard in your jeans, so you quickly undo your button and slip that off to relieve it. Your cock presses hard against your briefs. He turns back and hands you the lotion with a smile. “You’re excited.”
“What do you want me to do? Like what do you think is the best position?”
“I think like this. Super simple. Like I lie here and you get behind me and we… get to work.”
“Okay! Okay, cool.”
He gets right back into position. You strip your pants and briefs off and sit behind him. Compared to your usual sex, where there’s loads of fanfare and hours of making out before anything handsy happens, this is super quick, but this also feels different. It’s experimental. It’s two guys playing around on a snow day. You slather your cock with the lotion and give him some so he can lube himself up too, then you lay your cock down on his butt. The thought of getting a condom briefly enters your head, but you were both virgins before you met each other and you have no idea where you would find a condom anyway. He wants this, you want this, nothing else can stop this.
But now that your cock is lying in between his buttcheeks, a little bit of fear starts to set in. He is a little cat. His hole is small and tight. There is no way your big cock is fitting in there. It just seems like a matter of the laws of physics – there’s no way his little asshole is stretching to accommodate you. Spreading his cheeks again, you press your cock against his hole just to see and the size difference is crazy. He lets out a little whimper, then a larger whimper when you don’t move.
“Baby?” you ask, pulling away.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure about this?”
He bites his paw. “Like you don’t want to do it anymore? That’s okay.”
“No no no, I do. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want it to hurt.” He laughs. “No, not like. Like I don’t want it to hurt, but I know you’re a big guy and I’m a little cat and I know it might feel like a lot. I mean I want this. I want this even if it might hurt a little. I want to feel you inside me. I need you inside me.”
You give him a little kiss on the forehead. “Okay. Please tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
“I will.”
“And even if it just, you know, feels bad. Like not only if you need me to stop but if you’re uncomfortable at all or you want to talk about what we’re doing or anything.”
He smiles. “Babe. Put it in me.”
“I will!”
You press the tip of your cock against his asshole again, this time using your thumb to guide it in. It slips the first and second time you try to get it in, but the third time something catches and you feel yourself gliding right in. He grips the bedsheets hard with his paws. His tail sticks straight up. Soon enough, your cock is buried an inch deep inside of him.
“Is that okay?” you whisper.
“Keep going. Keeeeep going.”
And you do. Being careful not to go too fast, you keep pressing yourself in. It isn’t quite the pure ecstasy that seems to happen in porn, but a more sweet and subtle feeling. He’s tighter than your paw when you’re masturbating and much warmer too. Really it’s about everything else. The feeling of holding yourself up above him, his little whimpers into the blanket, being careful to go at the exact right speed, knowing how badly he wants to feel you inside of him.
You’re not breaking him. He’s taking deep breaths in and out and telling you to stop when he needs you to stop. Working together, you press your whole cock deep inside the kitty. When he gives you the go-ahead, you lie down on him. He grabs your paws and you sit like that for a little bit, enjoying every single inch of him.
“Okay,” he whispers through labored breaths. “Holy… you are so big.”
“Do you got it, Coach?”
“You’re good. You’re so good. Can you try, like, pulling out and pushing in a little?”
“Yeah, baby.”
Still holding his paws in yours, you lift your butt up and push it right back in. You don’t expect it based on how subtle everything else felt, but it feels so good that you let out a moan. His little butt is shaking from the pleasure.
“Can I do that again?”
“Please.”
And you do it again. And again. It takes no time at all for the two of you to become experts in that motion. It’s not complicated, just pushing a few inches into him, but it feels so good that the two of you are trembling together. Breathing at the same time, in and out, you quicken the motion until you’re making a slapping noise with how fast your crotch is hitting his butt.
“I love you,” Coach moans. “I love you so much. I love you so much.”
“I love you, baby,” you whisper into the crook of his neck. “This feels so good, baby. I love you I love you I love you.”
It’s not quite mindless, but it’s certainly easy. This whole day has felt like you’re slipping out of the real world into a world where only you and Coach exist and this is just in line with that. You and Coach are perfectly in sync. There’s nothing else but you, the cat, his little whimpers, and the feeling of pushing your cock deep inside of him.
“Coach?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we could try another position?”
“What do you wanna do?”
“Can I… well, here, can I show you?”
“Yeah yeah yeah.”
“May I pull your pajamas off?”
“Mmhmm!”
You pull yourself out of him slowly. He moans as your cock slips all the way out. His asshole is stretched wide after accommodating you. You slip his pajamas off and leave them on the ground, his briefs still on his leg. You grab his leg and get him on his side, then lift that leg into the air. If you kneel on the bed, it’s the perfect height for you to slip yourself right back into him.
He sticks his tail in the air. “Ooh, okay!”
“Can I go back in you again?”
He nods. It doesn’t take long for you to press your cock against his asshole and push inside of him. You push all the way in in a second.
“Oh my god,” he whimpers into his paw. “That’s gonna make me cum.”
“Is that okay, Coach?”
He chuckles. “What were you so worried about earlier?”
“You are taking it like a champ, baby.”
“You’re giving it like a champ.” He finds a good position resting his chin on his arms. “Okay, make me cum or I might go crazy.”
“Yes sir, Coach.”
Fucking him is a little more difficult in this position, but you get used to it quickly. You hug his leg as you jackhammer his ass. His dick bounces each time your crotch hits his ass. You stare at it, mesmerized.
“Oh my god oh my god,” he whispers. “Oh my god, right there. Right right right right right there.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Yeeeaaaaah.” He pushes his face into his paws. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. A little bit more. I’m so close. I’m soooo close.”
You put every ounce of energy into getting your boyfriend to cum. You grip his leg tight and press your cock all the way inside of him, your cock throbbing against the inside of his ass. He whaps his tail against the bed and grips the bedsheet.
“Okay,” he whispers. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop. I’m gonna…”
And he trails off. His cock pulses a few times before letting out a big shot of cum all over his bedsheets. It shoots about two feet away from his cock. It’s thick and white, not thin like yours is when you jerk off. The kitty whimpers as he lets out every last drop of cum.
It isn’t until he’s cumming that you realize just how close you are too. All of that effort you put into getting him close has gotten you right there as well. You grit your teeth and fuck him as hard as you can until you can feel yourself there too.
“I’m gonna cum,” you moan. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”
“Good good good good,” he whispers. “Cum in me. I need you to cum in me.”
And the release feels angelic. You finish deep inside of him, no condom. All of your cum lands deep inside of his ass, and you just keep pumping more of it into him.
He drops his leg and you drop onto him and you both lay there, breathing in unison. Even though it’s so cold outside, you’re both drenched in sweat and cum and a little bit of spit. You move up and give him a kiss which quickly turns into making out.
When you slip out of him, he lets out a loud moan. You can feel the cum dripping out of him as you climb on top of him and keep kissing him.
“I love you so much,” he says. “Thank you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
You would keep kissing for longer, but his ears turn to the window and he pulls away from you. He looks out the window and then turns back to you. “Shit!”
“Is it your dad?”
“It’s my dad. How did we fuck until freakin’ 5?”
The two of you run to get dressed. It isn’t so hard for you – you just pull up your jeans – but Coach pulls his briefs up and gets his pajamas back on with the cum still dripping out of his ass. He opens his laptop and plays the fruit video and you lie down next to him like nothing ever happened.
“Do I look like I just got my world rocked?” he whispers.
“You look good.”
“Okay. Phew. Act natural.”
We can hear his dad start stomping up the stairs.
“I love you,” you whisper, giving him a terse kiss on the forehead.
He squeezes your paw. “I love you too.”