Whenever he slept over, it was always a treat. Usually, my friends are rowdy and hyper active, but he was different. He was really quiet, and my parents loved to tell him about how much he was their favorite friend of mine since he was so well behaved. Where I usually played video games and roughoused with my other friends, I usually watched a movie with him, and if we did end up playing games, it was always something casual that we would take turns playing. 

	The black cat that would only visit me every now and then, even though we’d known each other for years, still seemed so reserved. He always kept this cool, stoic expression around everyone. It was impossible to know what he was thinking, not even a hint of emotion showing in those emerald green eyes of his. And so, for a while, it carried on like that. We were fine friends, but I still longed for him to show me some sort of emotion. I desperately wanted to tear his walls down, but it never seemed like the right time. 

One night, we were watching a movie, and I’d fallen asleep. It was pretty common for me to fall asleep first, he was nocturnal after all. Usually I’d wake up every now and then to see him passed out somewhere in my room, but this time, he wasn’t asleep when I woke up again. In the low, dimly lit room, I couldn’t really see him, but I could feel him. He was pressed against my side, with his paws roaming all over my body. I was red in the face, but it didn’t seem like he’d noticed I woke up yet. All I could see of the black cat in the darkness were his eyes, and in them, an expression I’d never seen before. He looked terrified, like if he got caught doing this it would be the end of his entire world. But still,  he continued on despite the apparent danger he thought of the act. 

I was a bit chubby, and he seemed to like it. His paws kept circling around my belly, pressing and kneading into the squishy fat beneath my fur. He was purring and kneading my belly like he was about to curl up on it. I expected him to just keep carrying on like that, and I’d have been fine with it. His paws felt amazing on my belly, but they dipped… and pressed into my underwear. I felt my face growing even hotter as my dick pulsed in my underwear, slowly erecting against the cat’s warm, soft caresses. 

With a tent to toy with, his paws found a new home. They rubbed around curiously, as if unsure what to really do other than rub in some way. The warmth of his pads against my dick made me throb, which made him jump every time it happened. I expected him to stop there again, but he continued. With shaky paws, he hooked his fingers into the waistline of my underwear and tugged them down slowly. It was painfully slow, and I let out a breathy grunt as my dick finally flopped free and slapped my belly once my underwear rested around my thighs. 

His eyes were trained on my dick, staring at it, watching it throb idly against my belly. He reached out again, and wrapped his fingers around the girth of it. I got to feel just how soft his paw pads really were. Soft, squishy, and heavenly warm as they stroked and glided across my length. I let him think I was asleep for as long as I could, but after a few strokes, I moaned out and he practically jumped across the room once he finally realized I was actually awake. 

“I-I’m… I…..” He began. Those curious eyes I’d seen moments ago were shimmering with tears. 

I wasn’t a stranger to sex, I knew vaguely what he was doing, but I never experienced it before. I had no idea he felt that way about me, and having gone through the agonizing trip of figuring out how you swing, I knew what was running through his mind. 

	I shuffled over towards him, gingerly wrapping my arms around his back to pull him into a hug. I was chubby, but he was the polar opposite. He had a slim, lithe frame that felt so fragile as I held him in my arms. I gingerly pressed him into the hug, and smiled when I realized he was hugging me back. 

“It’s okay, honest. You… felt really nice with your paws.” I said. I wanted to comfort him, but my dick was still rock hard, pressing against him even as I tried to calm him. 

He’d recovered a bit, and looked up to me with a face full of uncertainty, something I’d never thought I’d see on the cat. 

“It’s weird, isn’t it? You were asleep…” He said. 

“Well, I was at first. I’ve been awake since before you pulled my underwear down.” I said with a smirk. 

“Why aren’t you angry with me? What I just did was creepy! You should be disgusted!” He said. I could see his eyes tearing up again. 

I closed the distance between our faces and locked him into a kiss, pressing my lips firmly against his to silence him. He clumsily returned the kiss, his resistance melting away as his paws began to roam my belly again. As I broke the kiss, his paws were at my crotch again, stroking the length of my dick. 

“I said it’s okay, didn’t I? Now please…” I said, lowering his paw to my leaky tip. “Continue.” 

	He didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers wrapped right back around my shaft, and his slow, clumsy pumps resumed. To me though, it felt like heaven. Just the sensation of someone else’s hands on my dick was enough to make me excited, and the cat looked so cute…. 

	He started to stroke faster, which elicited more and more pre-cum and hard, throbbing pulses of my dick. Before long, his fingers were sticky with pre-cum and I was bucking my hips into his hand, gasping lowly, grunting out with every thrust. 

“I-I’m close…” I managed to stammer out. 

He stopped stroking for a moment, as if contemplating where he wanted my load to go, and I gasped out loud as I suddenly felt intense warmth around my tip, and the unique texture of a cat’s tongue dancing around the head of my cock. 

	I came right there, muffling my groans into a pillow as I felt myself unload into my friend’s mouth. I couldn’t remember a time where I came more or as intensely as I did then. When I opened my eyes again, some of my cum was oozing down the cat’s chin, and he swallowed the rest of my load with a gulp. 

	I smiled at him, huffing as I tried to catch my breath. Now, it was my turn to do some exploring. I pushed him onto his back, eliciting a startled meow from him as I knelt over him. I couldn’t see his body very well, so instead, I let my hands give me a better image as they trailed over his chest and belly. As my paws roamed over his chest, I found one of his nipples and gave it a tentative squeeze. To my delight, he gasped, and I heard the beginnings of a deep, rumbling purr. I lowered one of my hands to his crotch, pressing into the damp tent in his underwear as my finger continued to gingerly squeeze and tug on his nipple. He was making all sorts of cute noises, from startled gasps to breathy, squeaky moans. He was purring the entire time, signalling to me he was enjoying it as much as I was. 

	I tugged his underwear off and gripped his dick in my paw. He throbbed hard against my grip, and after only a few pumps of my paw, I felt pre starting to soak into the pads. Looking at his eyes, I grinned. He was obviously flustered, but I could see how happy he was in those pretty gem-like eyes of his. I leaned forward, locking our lips together one last time as I felt the first splash of warmth against my fingers. He came while we kissed. Our liplock luckily muffled most of his moans as he shot all over my paw, coating it in a thick layer of sticky jizz as he clumsily, eagerly kissed me over and over. I pulled away from him, tossing him a towel to clean himself off with. 

	When he was finished, we settled down in my bed together. Feeling his slim back pressed against me while I slept, and the gentle, rumbling purr that carried on even after he’d fallen asleep lulled me to sleep as well.