Petey grinned as he clobbered Tommy with his pillow. The foxboy shrieked and struck back, returning fire and planting his own big fluffy pillow squarely across the wuffboy's muzzle. The boywuff decided to escalate things to the next level and took a flying leap onto his best friend's bed, landing on him and pinning him. He began to tickle Tommy, who screamed and squirmed, his red and white fox tail flipping back and forth as he laughed so hard that he almost peed himself.

     "Uncle!!!!! Uncle!!!! I give up! Stop!"

     Both boys were grinning wildly as Petey quit tickling and Tommy regained his breath. Both were tired from laughing, and since it was about bedtime, they both got up and brushed their teeth, one trailing after the other.

     It was a pretty typical sleepover. Even though Tommy had to practically get down on one knee to convince his mother to let him go sleep over at Petey's house, his cute vulpine expression always won out in the end and he usually got what he wanted.

     "Hey, quit hogging the toothpaste, fangface!" Tommy giggled as he grabbed Petey's toothbrush and slathered the wolf's muzzle in toothpaste. Petey, not to be outdone, gave the foxboy a good dunking under the faucet. Tommy grinned and shook dry, sticking out his tongue at his best friend and then taking a run for the bed. But Petey was close behind, and tackled his best friend as he reached the bed, tickling his paws!

     "Booooooyzs!! Time for bed. Turn the light off, or I'll come up there!"

     "Oh crap, hurry up and switch the light off, Tommy. Mom will be pretty cranked if she has to come up here."

     Suddenly they heard pawsteps and both of them froze, pulling the covers up over their heads. The steps stopped. Petey's mom was executing the classic "I'm coming up there" fake-out.

     Both kits breathed a sigh of relief.

     Then Tommy suddenly realized that Petey was hugging him. He didn't remember ever having thought about it before, but for some reason, it was different this time, and it felt good. Petey's warm fur was pressed against his, and he closed his eyes, relishing the though of the young wuffboy snuggling him.

     "Well, goodnight, foxbutt!" Petey broke away and headed for his own bed. The two settled in for a good night's sleep - which the both needed, since they'd had a full day of mischief.

     "Goodnight, fangface!" Tommy giggled and turned out the lights.

     The two boys talked for a good hour, after which the fox became strangely quiet.

     "Tommy? Is something wrong?"

     "Uh... Petey... When you were hugging me before we turned the lights off...did you… uh... like that?"

     "Well, kinda...your fur is nice and warm and your tail was tickling my butt." The wolf giggled at the word like all boys do when they're thirteen.

     "Do you think we could do that again?" Tommy sounded kind of nervous, but he couldn't help thinking about it over and over.

     "Uh... I guess so." Petey shrugged and bounced over to Tommy's bed. He got under the covers.

     Tommy sat upright and hugged him around the middle. He closed his eyes and inhaled the wuffboy's musk, smiling slipping gently into the wolf's warm fur. "Petey, that feels so nice. How come you never see two boys hugging each other? Is it wrong?

     "Well, I don't know why it would be. It feels good. I mean, eating a grape Popsicle feels good, so you do it. So, this feels good, so it can't be wrong."

     The two sat for a long time. Both of them were afraid to speak. Even though they agreed it was okay, both of them felt weird. But not like it was wrong, just… weird.

     Petey squirmed around a bit, then felt suddenly embarrassed as he realized that Tommy's fur had gotten him quite hard.

     "What's that, Petey?" Neither boy really knew what was going on, but puberty had them signed up for a crash course.

     "I don't know, Tommy… I feel all tingly… Like… when I… You know…."

     "You know what?"

     "You know… umm…"

     Tommy turned around and saw the wuffboy blushing.

     "Like when I'm pawing off." Petey just blurted it out, then couldn't think of anything to say, feeling horribly awkward all of a sudden.

     "What's 'pawing off'?" Tommy asked.

     Petey realized he was serious. "You mean…?" Petey ended the sentence, as if Tommy were the only one in the world who didn't know what it was.

     "Come on, Petey, I'm serious. I sorta know what it means…the kits at school… I've heard things."

     "Well," Petey said, trying to gather his resolve. "Uh, have you ever touched yourself… you know… like on your sheath and stuff?"

     Tommy nodded. "Uh, kinda. But mom caught me one night and I thought she was going to scream. I must've been doing something really bad. I've been kind of afraid to, after that. Is that wrong?"

     Petey thought, and blurted out the only thing he could think of: "Well, eating chocolate pudding feels good, and that isn't wrong." Then he smiled without saying a word, placed his paw on Tommy's sheath. The wolf felt the foxboy shiver as the sheath instantly began to swell beneath his paw. Petey squeezed a bit and played with the furboy's penis.

     "Petey…," Tommy wanted to protest, but he closed his eyes. His friend was right. How could this be wrong? It felt fantastic.

     The wolf smiled. He felt the warm foxboy's fur against his naked body, and his own sheath began to swell. He continued to stroke the other boyfur's shaft, feeling it swell in his paw until the tip appeared.

     Tommy didn't say anything, but only whined softly.

     "That's what it feels like when you paw."

     "It feels good," Tommy nodded. "Are you sure it's okay?"

     "Shhh… You're my best friend. Of course it's okay. I can stop if you don't like it."

     "Oh no, it feels wonderful! Keep doing it." Tommy smiled, his eyes half closed, his body and mind lost to the other boy's affections.

     Petey smiled as the foxboy squirmed, soft fur stroking his shaft. He felt the end of his own shaft. It was wet. And he felt funny, too. But it felt good.

     Tommy began to whine a bit louder.

     "Shhh! Your mom will hear you."

     Tommy nodded, and tried to be quiet. He wasn't sure what was happening, but his whole body tingled and felt really good. He whimpered every time Petey touched his sheath and shaft. Tommy felt Petey's tip - it was wet with pre.

     Petey began sliding his paw up and down Tommy's shaft…faster and faster, squeezing a bit. He felt the fur's knot begin to form. It scared him at first - he'd felt his own, but Tommy's was big. He squeezed it, and the foxboy moaned.

     Tommy felt weird. He was sweating, and his whole body felt light and tingly. His shaft and sheath felt all sensitive, and every time he touched himself, he shivered. In fact, his hips even bucked a bit, all by themselves. This was like pawing off, but much better.

     Tommy began to press into Petey's cupped paws, and the wolf continued to tease his friend's shaft and knot. Tommy whimpered loudly again, and started to squirm. Petey felt Tommy's knot and shaft pulsate, until suddenly, Tommy began to climax, shooting young boy-cream all over his chest. There was quite a bit of it, and the fox seemed to climax for quite a long time.

     Petey reached down and stroked his own shaft. It only took him a couple of seconds, and he too reached orgasm, covering himself and Tommy with his own wolfseed.

     Both of them sat still for a good five minutes. Tommy was panting.

     "Petey? Was that okay? What if somebody finds out?"

     "Shhh….it's our secret. Petey grinned, and snuggled his good friend tight. They fell asleep together, sticky mess and all.