When Scooter made that final shot and the game was won, you were the first guy he looked at. Not his buddies in the audience, not anyone on his team, not his parents cheering him on. He shot the puck into the goal, skated over to you and hobbled out of the rink, and kissed you in front of everyone. And the crowd went wild.
You’re sitting in his car now and he’s talking about the game. Hockey isn’t really your thing – especially since you live in Las Cruces, New Mexico and before you met Scooter you didn’t even know skating was possible in the middle of the desert – but whenever he talks about it, you get it. That’s the beauty of loving someone. You get them.
You have to point out turns back to his house because he keeps missing them. He’s so absorbed in the big game. He describes all the adrenaline that was pumping through him, all of the rituals he and his buddies do in the locker room before the game started, how he felt looking out into the crowd and seeing you standing there cheering for him. Scooter is adorable. He smiles the whole time, staring out into the road but really in his own head, talking about this thing he loves.
He pulls into his driveway, past cactuses and sand (since, again, you live in New Mexico, not known for its ice) and unbuckles his seatbelt. “Welp,” he says. “Ready to come in?”
You smile and put a paw on his lower arm. His snow leopard fur is so soft. “Yeah.”
“Wait wait wait.” He gets out of the car and comes around to open your door. “Here you go.”
“How chivalrous!”
He walks ahead of you to his front door. You’ve been to his house plenty of times but there’s a verve here. His team just won the big game and you’re going to a party later, and you’re hanging out in his bedroom alone-alone for the first time, and his parents were very deliberate about telling him that they would be at a movie tonight and not getting home until late. You don’t want to jinx it, but you could make out tonight. You could do more than that. You could lose your virginity together.
“And I feel like there were college scouts there. I mean, so awesome, right? Like it’s senior year and we’re 18 and now finally it feels like people care about this.”
“Maybe because no one knew there was ice skating in New Mexico until now?”
He grins at you. “Yeah!”
Scooter leads you through the house. Minus the thick gloves and the hockey skates he’s still wearing his full skating gear, those tights and the jersey and everything. He probably took the cup out. You don’t know how he wasn’t sweating in the car. He leads you into his bedroom. “Get comfy. I gotta change.”
You sit on the bed. Afternoon light floods in through his blinds. Scooter steps into his closet with a smile. “One sec,” he says.
His bedroom is so nicely decorated. There are trophies and medals on his bureau and a hockey stick hung up on the wall over that. His bed is comfy. It’s nice and warm in here.
You imagine him stepping out of the closet in his jersey and a jockstrap with an erection poking out. It’s such a lewd thought but you can’t help it. You’re sitting on your boyfriend’s bed and behind that door he’s changing. You’ve never seen his penis before (you’ve never even seen him without pants on, for that matter) but you’ve often wondered what it would look like. You do know he has a great set of abs, though, so you imagine those too.
When he opens the closet door, he steps out with a smile. He’s wearing one of his team jerseys with no shirt on underneath and a pair of loose black shorts. The jersey covers some of his crotch.
“You look good!” you say.
“Thank you, baby,” he responds, nothing but smiles. “God, I feel so good right now.”
You giggle. “I’m so glad.”
“Where do you wanna hang out?”
You make a face. “Here?”
“Yes!” He sits right next to you, being deliberate to put an inch of space between you and him even with the sinking of the bed bringing you together. “Yeah.”
Your heart is thumping. His smile grows a little nervous, probably because he’s just now realizing the optics of the situation. You’re sitting on his bed, alone, door closed, window blinds open but showing nothing but the desert of New Mexico. This is it.
“Scooter?” you ask.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can I kiss you?”
He nods a little desperately.
You put your paws on his shoulders and give him a kiss on the lips. He’s still kissing when you pull away and push your foreheads together. His eyes are a gorgeous yellow. His tail is swaying back and forth.
You go in for another kiss. You put your tongue into it and he does as well. His long leopard tongue licks at yours and it makes you shiver. He closes his eyes.
Scooter places his big paws on the small of your back and pulls you in closer. You pull both legs onto the bed – he’s still sitting with both feet on the ground. He keeps lapping at your mouth. You can feel his sharp kitty teeth a little.
His heart is beating so fast. You feel it every place you touch him. It’s obvious in the way he’s tensing his muscles that he wants to push you back onto the bed but he’s resisting it.
You keep kissing like that for so long that you lose track. Wouldn’t matter anyway – the only thoughts in your head are of Scooter. How warm his body is, how soft his fur is, how nice his muscles are. It’s when you place a hand on his thigh that he finally pulls away from the kiss. A little string of saliva comes with him.
“Baby,” he says, almost panting. “Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Do…” He takes in a breath. He can’t seem to find the words he wants to say. “I. I. Do you think you’re ready?”
“Ready?” you ask even though you know exactly what he means.
He grins stupidly and you grin stupidly back.
“I’m ready,” you say.
“Okay. I. Hehe. I’ve never done this before.”
“Me neither.”
He shifts himself. There’s an obvious erection in his shorts that makes your heart flutter.
“I haven’t, um. Been. I haven’t done this and I haven’t, like, seen another guy naked. You know. I’ve never been naked around another guy.”
“That’s okay,” you say. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. We don’t even need to get naked if…”
“I want to see you naked,” he says, and then he blushes when he realizes how forward that was. “Sorry, I–”
“I want to see you naked too, Scooter.”
He smiles. “Okay. Um. Okay. Can we take our pants off?”
“Let’s do that!” That makes your dick pulse. “And if you want to stop ever just say so and we’ll stop right there, okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah.”
“Do you want me to take my pants off first?”
He nods. “Please.”
You stand up in front of him. He is so fucking adorable. There is so much hope in his eyes, so much excitement in his closed pose. He’s obviously trying to hide an erection with a pillow he’s leaning on. You take your shorts off in a single swoop and he practically barks at you.
“Holy shit,” he says.
“Hm?”
“You’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He covers his face with his big paws. “Oh, you are the most gorgeous being I have ever seen in my life.”
You grin. “You think so?”
“I am so lucky,” he says. “I am so so so lucky. Holy shit.”
You sit next to him and place a paw on his arm. He looks at you through his fingers. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Can I,” you say, stroking his fur, “Can you go now?”
“Can you close your eyes?” he says. “Um, and open them when I’m done?”
“Of course, Scooter.”
You close your eyes shut and place a paw in front of them for good measure. You hear the sounds of him standing up and his shorts falling to the ground. He sits back down and gives it a second. “Okay. Go ahead.”
“Oh, wow.” He looks exactly like what you imagined. Gorgeous, thick and fluffy thighs, dotted with the same spots that are all over the rest of his fur. And of course a beautiful bulge. He is wearing a jockstrap, actually. His dick threatens to poke out of it. He is a big big kitty, that’s what you know. “Wow wow wow.”
“Is it okay?”
You nod. “Yes. Yes.”
Scooter looks a little nervous. He mostly looks gorgeous, sitting with you in just his jockstrap and a hockey jersey, but definitely a bit nervous too. “Can we take a break?” he finally asks.
You grab his paw and he starts to massage your hand. “Are you feeling okay, Scoot?”
“Yeah yeah yeah.” He smiles. “It’s just intense. Like this is the most awesome thing I have ever done–”
“Not winning the game?”
“I said what I said.” He smiles. “It’s just super intense. Does that make sense?”
“I get it!”
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you too, Scooter,” you respond. “Can I kiss you?”
“You can.”
You lean forward and give him a little peck on the cheek. You can feel him smile.
“Alright.” He stands up. “Care to snack?”
“Mmm. I would fuck up some chips right now.”
“Yeah, baby!”
He steps towards his bedroom door. “What are you doing?”
Scooter looks back at you with a dumb grin on his face, and he responds in a possibly dumber voice. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re not wearing pants.”
He shrugs. “No one’s home.”
You smile back at him. “You’re crazy.”
“I dunno!” He opens the door and steps out. “You coming with?”
You get off of his bed and follow him out into the kitchen. It feels so odd being out there in your underwear but so right at the same time. Scooter stands at the counter facing away from you, preparing some sort of snack.
His butt looks so good. He’s wearing a jockstrap so you’re getting a full view of his ass and it is so nice – of course it’s going to look good with all of that time he spends skating. The straps of his underwear push down on his fur but otherwise his butt is so fluffy it almost hurts. His thighs are thick and well-defined even under all of that fur. It’s kind of crazy that you’re in the kitchen doing this but he doesn’t seem to mind.
You walk up behind him and give him a hug. Your face sinks into his fur. You can hear him purring. There’s a deliberate distance between your butt and his crotch – especially because his underwear isn’t covering much of anything – and you so want to close that gap.
“Hey beautiful,” he says, flashing a smile at you. “Chips are in that cabinet.”
“I got what I want right here.” You peak over his shoulder. He’s slathering peanut butter out of a jar and onto a stalk of celery. “So healthy!”
“Ants on a log. It’s so kiddy but I like it.”
“You don’t want like five burgers right now?”
“We’re partying tonight,” he says. “I’ll be good. Five burgers does sound great though.”
You pull away from him and grab the chips out of the cabinet he pointed at. The lighting in the kitchen is so gorgeous – the curtains diffuse the afternoon light into a lovely warmth throughout the whole room. There’s plenty of counter space in here, so you hop up onto a counter and sit with your legs spread. The marble is cool against your fur. Scooter looks up at you with peanut butter on his jowl and smiles.
“Come over here,” you say.
He steps in between your legs and gives you give him a kiss on the forehead, then wipe the peanut butter off with your paw.
“Feeling good?”
He nuzzles your cheek with his face. His tail sways softly back and forth. “Sex is so cool.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Scooter looks at you with wide eyes. He’s trying to hide a smile but failing at it. “Can we talk about it… before we do anything else?”
“Of course!”
“I just, uh, like I have my own ideas about how sex works from… um… porn and TV and stuff but I don’t think I really know it all and I just want to be on the same page about what we’re doing
“Is that why you wanted to take a break?”
“Yeah. I also just really wanted ants on a log.” He holds the bag of chips that you brought over up. “Chips?”
“Oh, yes please!”
“Open up.” He places one into your open maw. You crunch down hard. “Good.”
“Making out for an hour really makes you want salt.”
“Mmm. Salt.” His paws are on your lower thighs. “So. Yeah.”
“Well, what were you thinking you wanted to do?”
He grins. “Oh.”
“What?”
“I sound like a huge weirdo if I say it.”
“I’m sure you won’t, Scoot.”
He blushes. “Ah, I… I can’t believe I’m saying this. And we’re in my kitchen! Ah!”
“Do you wanna go back to the bedroom?”
“I want to say this before anything can happen between us.”
You want to tell him that something could happen between you two right now, but you don’t. He’s too nervous for you to flirt like that. “Yeah, baby. What are you thinking?”
“Okay. Okay. I want to see your dick. I want to see you naked. I want you to see me naked. And I want to touch you. Your dick.” He swallows and looks at the floor. “And I want to suck your dick. And make you cum. And I want to cum.” He looks up and laughs. “Okay. Okay. That’s it.”
“Oh! Aw, Scoot, is that what you were nervous about?”
“Is that okay?”
You throw your arms around his neck and pull him into you. “I would love to do that.” You’re a little surprised that he’d want to give you head and not the other way around but you certainly don’t mind. “I’d love to.”
He smiles so wide. “I love you so much, baby.”
“Can I have another chip?”
“You don’t need me to feed you them.”
“They taste better when you do.”
“Oh, baby.” He raises a chip to your maw. “Say ahh.”
“Ahh.”
He places it inside and you crunch.
“You’re cute.”
“You’re cute.” You get an idea. “Actually, can you step back?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry.”
“No, no. Nothing wrong.” He takes a single step back. “Few more, kitty.”
He grins. “What are you up to?”
“Hold on!”
He steps back until he’s standing in the middle of the kitchen. He’s such a good guy to be dating. Seriously. You’ve met the guys on his team and some of them are real assholes – Scooter is sensitive and sweet and really cares about your needs, not to mention he is the cutest guy ever. He clearly doesn’t understand the extent of how attractive he is and that he could definitely have anybody he wants if he just strikes. The hockey jersey, normally paired with the rest of his outfit that builds up his body even more than it’s already built up, reads almost like an oversized sweater you’d throw on to look cute. Of course the jockstrap is just athletic clothing to him and probably doesn’t even read as risque, but it frames his crotch perfectly.
Scooter’s getting an erection now that you’re sitting there and looking at him. You look back up at his face and he’s blushing hard.
“So… are you gonna…” He giggles, then tries to keep talking but can’t. He tries covering his erection with his big paws but it’s so obvious it’s not funny.
“I just wanted to get a good look at you,” you say. “I want to remember what this moment feels like before we go and do this amazing thing.”
“You make me so happy.” He smiles wide and takes in a deep breath. “Um. Can I. Okay. This is going to sound crazy but can I ask you something?”
“Of course?”
“Can I show you… my penis… here… before we go back to the bedroom?”
You hop off of the counter. Your heart is pounding. “In your kitchen, oh my god!”
“I just. I just. I want to show you my dick in a non-sexual context. Not non-sexual, obviously, aha, but like not in the bedroom.”
“Please,” you say. “Please show me.”
“Okay. Okay.” He laughs. “Okay. Gonna take my jockstrap off.”
He hooks his paw pads into the sides of his jockstrap and takes a breath. He lets it drop.
Scooter’s dick springs up and slaps against his abs. You don’t get a good look at it because the loose fabric of the jersey hangs over it. Just his balls droop down out of the bottom. He lifts the jersey with one paw and holds his dick with the other.
Look at that. His dick is beautiful. He’s circumcised and a good seven inches, maybe, and super thick too. His dick is so beautiful. Something swells up in you at the sight of his dick – the two of you have been dating for a few months now and this thing that you have been hoping for the whole time is finally happening. His dick is so beautiful.
“Hey,” he says. “Wanna head back to my room?”
“I do.”
Scooter stands in front of you, hockey jersey covering his erection. He’s not wearing his jockstrap anymore, so his balls are poking out the bottom of the jersey. He sticks his arms out to the side and lets them drop down, then lets out a deep breath. You smile. He smiles back.
“Ready?” he asks, with nothing but love in his voice.
“I’m ready.”
He steps forward and onto your lap. You sink into the bed with his weight on you – he’s a huge snow leopard but you could sit there with him on you all day. His calves are aligned with your thighs and as he pushes you down onto the bed, his dick presses against yours. Just a thin layer of fabric in-between. A shot of pleasure moves through your body.
Scooter lays your head onto the mattress beneath you and then goes in for a kiss.
He licks the tip of your muzzle and moves a hand up to caress your cheek. You don’t know how much longer you can kiss without something else happening. Your cock is already throbbing.
He begins to kiss your neck now, right up next to your ear. It makes you moan. Where did he learn to fucking do that? Scooter keeps you pinned down in this way where his weight is on you, his cock is on you, the tip of his muzzle is right next to your ear and he is making you shiver – there is nothing you can feel that isn’t Scooter. “I love you,” he whispers into your ear. “I love you.”
“I love you,” you whisper back, and then you let out a little moan. “I love you too.”
His muzzle begins to move downwards. You think he’s going to stop at your collarbone but he keeps moving downwards, eventually resting his muzzle on the center of your chest. “Can I take your shirt off?” he asks.
You nod. He grabs the base of your shirt and worms it off your body – the two of you giggle at the less-than-easiness of the whole operation. It doesn’t matter when he lays you back down and puts his big paws around your waist.
He continues to kiss you, at your chest now. His muzzle sinks into your fur. He puts a paw on your pec and squeezes, the other one still on your waist. It feels like he could pick you up just like this. He starts lapping at your nipple now. There is pure happiness on his face as his big tongue licks your nipple. You throw your head back and moan. He was worried about getting all of his ideas about sex from porn but thank god he did – this feels like fucking heaven.
Somehow, it only sinks in now that he’s heading towards your dick. He keeps moving downward, kissing your tummy now. He has to stick his butt up in the air to get the right angle and his erect dick pokes out from the bottom of his jersey. His tail sways back and forth. He wraps his paw around your right thigh and finally moves his muzzle onto your bulge. He holds your hand with the other paw.
He nuzzles his face against your bulge. You didn’t know it before now but there is no image more beautiful than that of your snow leopard boyfriend with a nice cock in his face. He closes his eyes and presses his muzzle into your dick and simply enjoys the feeling of being there.
Your dick throbs and he giggles. “You like that?”
“You look good with a dick in your face.”
He grins. “Not in my face yet.”
“Oh my god.”
“Are you feeling good, baby?”
“I am! Are you?”
“I am.” He rubs your thigh. “Can I take your dick out?”
“Please.”
He hooks his paw pads under the waistband of your underwear and begins to pull down. He smiles at the base of your cock. The whole thing slaps against your stomach when he wrangles your underwear off. “Holy shit.”
“You like that?”
“You are so beautiful,” He purrs. “You are so so so beautiful.”
He holds your dick in his paw and just looks at it – there is amazement and wonder on his face. His mouth is ajar, not like he’s going to do anything but just because he’s too in awe to close it.
You glance around the room. At his hockey trophies, at the stick on the wall, all of his books, the Fleshlight on his bureau you’re now noticing, at all of it. The afternoon light coming through the window, the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, his discarded jockstrap. You’re going to remember this forever.
“Baby?” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
“I can’t believe my life is so good.”
You smile. “Yeah?”
“We win the big game and I get to celebrate with my boyfriend. How could my life not be perfect?”
“I love you so much, Scooter.”
“I love you, baby.”
He begins to massage the head of your dick with the pad of his paw and it feels glorious. He gets you right in between the head of your penis and the base of your penis – you’re not used to jerking off there when you’re alone so it’s an entirely new feeling. “Shit!”
He pulls his paw off. “Are you okay?”
“That feels so good. Oh my god.”
Scooter gets right back into it. “That’s what I do to myself all the time – I like giving the treatment to another guy.” He keeps massaging you there, tiny tiny movements that make you moan like nothing else. He cups your balls with his other paw.
He moves off of the edge of the bed now, knees planted on the floor, so he can get a better angle. You want to ask him if he’s comfortable there, but given the look in his eyes he’s more than comfortable. He plants his cheek right on your thigh and jerks you off, your dick inches from his face. Scooter stares at your dick as he caresses it with your thigh like it’s a goddamn hockey trophy.
This is why guys are fucking great. They already know their way around a dick – years of jerking off before you lose your virginity does that to you. Plus they’re very pretty. That’s a bonus.
He’s a very quiet kitty. You’ve been moaning with every shift of your dick and he’s been keeping super quiet. You haven’t gotten to touch his dick yet but you think it’s because his room is right next to his parent’s. He may have experience with dicks but he doesn’t with being loud.
Eventually he begins to go quicker – 20 more seconds of this and you would cum all over his face. You push backwards and he looks up at you with the cutest eyes ever.
“I don’t,” you say, apparently out of breath, “I don’t wanna cum yet.”
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” he asks, completely seriously. You want to smile at that or giggle at how forward it is but there is nothing un-serious on his face.
“I do.”
“Can I suck your dick please?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” He looks at your dick again. “Okay.”
It’s clear he doesn’t know exactly what to do. Poor kitty – you spend so much time wanting this and now you don’t even know how to move forward. It’s pretty easy for you, actually, just sit back and watch this big cat do his magic.
He folds his ears back and sticks out his tongue. You don’t quite know what he’s going to do until he licks your dick – all the way from the base of your cock from the tip. It makes a stream of precum run down your penis and onto the tip of your nose. Not what you were expecting but definitely good.
Scooter keeps lapping at your dick, at the point between your balls and the base of your cock. It’s a much different sensation than what he was doing before. It feels like pure warmth. If this big cat wasn’t lumbering above you, you might not even know he was there. It’s warm and pure and supple.
When you look back at him, he is putting the tip of your dick in his mouth. He’s got a big kitty mouth so your cock fits in easily. His whiskers brush against your thighs. He licks at your dick until he slips a few inches into him and closes his mouth.
Wet warmth. Wet wet wet wet wet warmth. With his mouth enclosing your dick, he continues to lap at you with your tongue – right there in between the head of your dick and the base. He knows exactly where to lick. He knows exactly what to do. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in, then brings the rest of your dick into his mouth. You feel it hit the back of his throat.
And when you begin to orgasm, it feels like you’re dying. This is what it feels like to die. Your stomach clenches up and you grip the sheets. You moan as ropes of cum shoot out of you and down your boyfriend’s throat. It feels like your whole body is releasing. It feels like you just shot the puck into the net and made the winning fucking goal.
Scooter pulls away from your dick and all of the cum drips out of his mouth – onto his chin, onto your dick, onto your balls, everywhere. He has the most self-satisfied smile on his face. What a cutie. Your dick is still pulsing.
“Oh my god,” you moan. “Oh my god.”
“I love you,” he says. “I love you so much, baby. Did that feel good?”
“It felt amazing.”
“I bet.” He grins and wipes the cum off of his chin with the sleeve of his jersey. “I bet, baby. Cum tastes good. Mmm cum tastes good. And jerking you off is so fun. And giving you head is so fun. This is so fun.”
You look at his throbbing dick now that he’s sitting on the bed. He doesn’t seem like he needs to cover it up with the jersey anymore. “Can I jerk you off?” you ask.
He swallows and the expression on his face changes. I’m sure a little bit of cum goes down with the spit. “Um.”
“No? That’s alright, baby.”
“No, um. Um. I don’t think. I’m ready for that. Is that weird?”
“That’s okay, Scoot.”
“Can I jerk off?”
“And you want me to watch?”
“Can I sit on your lap while I do it?”
“Please, baby.”
He climbs onto your lap like before, but this time his dick is right there in front of you. He is such a big kitty. He positions himself so he’s sitting half on his calves and half on your thighs. “Is this comfy?”
“It is!”
He grabs his dick with his paw and begins to massage himself in the same way he was touching you. His balls rest so beautifully on your stomach. He lifts his jersey up with his other paw and rubs his abs. His eyes are closed.
“Oh my god,” he says, “I’m gonna cum so soon.”
“That’s okay, Scoot. That’s okay, pretty kitty.” You hold his paw as he keeps jerking himself off. He is quiet – your theory was right – but he is grunting softly under his breath with each stroke. “Good. Good. Good. Ohhh good. Good good good. You wanna cum for me, Scooter?”
He nods his head desperately. “I love you.”
“Yes you do, Scooter.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you.”
And with that, he shoots his load onto your stomach. He shoots far, all the way up onto your chest, and the ropes of cum just coming. All of that breath he was holding in comes out in a moan, and once he’s through the thick of it he lays his body onto yours.
You cuddle like that for so long. You feel his heartbeat slow down. You feel his breathing in your ear. You hold each other and don’t move, even with the sticky cum all over you, even with the desire for more chips in your head, even with the knowledge you have a party to get ready for soon. The two of you cuddle, and it is so warm and so lovely.
“Baby?” he finally asks.
“Yes?”
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
