Prologue 2
Written and conceived entirely by Pandaman, AKA Bryce Johnson
Story copyright Pandaman (AKA Bryce Johnson) 2002, all rights reserved.

Pandaman sat on his overstuffed chair this fine afternoon, playing a nice rousing round of PS2. Since today was fairly warm, he wore only a pair of black boxers, and let his fur do the rest. Panda’s overstuffed chair was tilted back a notch, and he had propped up his legs upon either side of him with his paws holding the controller between his legs. This wasn’t a particularly interesting segment of the game, running around a randomly generated maze, so Panda was definitely feeling more than a little bored.

Today, Panda happened to have company over, a fox, but he was so tired after staying up so late last night that he started taking a nap about an hour ago. Which was perfectly fine with Panda – he had wanted to do some single player things in this game, and this gave him the opportunity to do so without boring his guest to death.

So, as the tedium of this particular segment of boring gameplay began to settle in, so too did Panda’s mind turn to sexual thoughts, as it often tended to do during adolescence. More specifically, masturbation, since that was all Panda had really ever done before. However, he had immediate aversion to the idea seeing as how he did have company, and the fox would likely wake up sooner rather than later.

Yet, as Panda worked up another couple of floors in the game, he found that he couldn’t entirely keep his mind off of the idea. Not trying to think about masturbation, of course, made Panda think about masturbation. Panda did have to admit to himself that the element of danger was enticing, seeing as it amounted to more pleasure.

As he became more and more pleased at the idea, his body was wasting no time. Panda could feel his erection beginning to form near his paws. By the time his furry black head slid out of the left side of his boxers, Panda could only think of pleasing himself. Still trying to maintain some semblance of playing the game, Panda began my merely taking his right paw off of the controller and carefully scratching and tickling his balls. Through his boxers, he got the addition of feeling the fibers rub against his crotch, which only served to further heighten his arousal.

In response to this, Panda’s penis began to get more engorged with blood, and now that it was erect, it began to poke out of his boxers little by little and slowly slide it’s furry self up against his left leg. Feeling his member move along by itself was extremely arousing. Panda just had to touch it... and so he did. He moved his paw away from his balls and put just his thumb and forefinger on that part of his exposed penis. Applying ever-so-gentle-yet-firm pressure, he began to move his thumb and forefinger back and forth slowly around an inch under his head. Every other time he pushed up, tiny bits of pre-cum slid out, wetting the fur on his knob.

After sliding halfway down his length and back up to brush his paw on the underside of his head, he began to feel the need for more. But, just as he made a move to pull his boxers forward to allow his paw access, he heard a slight stirring from the room where the fox slept. If fox were to get up now, covering it up would be easy. He’d just have to pleasure himself another time. But Panda didn’t want to do it another time. His arousal was too strong at the moment to allow thoughts of stopping to impede his mind. Pandaman decided instead that he should cut to the chase, and if he did so, he should be well finished by the time that fox got up.

Half a minute after the stirring sound, Panda could hear nothing further from the room. Figuring he was merely turning over in bed, Panda decided to continue. He grabbed the elastic rim of his boxers and pulled them outwards. His cock was still coming out of the left pant-leg, so Panda set the game on Pause and wrapped his right paw around his penis. Letting go of the elastic band around his boxers, Panda began to pump into his paw. The sweet-sweet feeling of both sets of fur, short and stiff on his penis and longer and fluffier on his paw rubbing against each other sent his arousal skyrocketing. Also, watching himself masturbate through his boxers was also extremely erotic, seeing his hand and pelvis thrusting and pumping through the clothing.

Pandaman always involuntarily thrust when he was masturbating, because his whole body got into it so much. His footpaws, sitting on the edge of his seat, began to reflexively clench their toes to the edge of the seat in rhythm to his paw-pumping. His entire body was filled with the pleasure and fire that came with masturbating. Pandaman began to breathe out loud noticeably harder as his self-generated passion grew.

Just then, the fox came out of the room, which was doubly sudden due to the quiet-shattering loudness of the creaky door opening. Pandaman froze. He hoped, in desperation, that maybe his bent knees would hide what he was doing and that the fox hadn’t seen his frantic movements a moment ago. Pandaman slowly turned to look at the groggy fox, with a strange hopeful expression. He fox didn’t have his glasses on yet, and that hopefully meant he hadn’t seen anything.

The fox yawned and said "Hi Panda."

Pandaman, relieved, sighed and replied "Oh, hey Duncan. Feeling better?"

Duncan stretched and said "Oi, yeah. I’ll just not be doing that again for some time." He looked pointedly in the direction of the bathroom. "Umm... I gotta go so uhh..."

Panda shook his head quickly and told him, "Go ahead, heh." Duncan sluffed of towards the bathroom, opened the door, and then shut it behind himself. Pandaman had one more chance.

As soon as the door shut, he leaned back off his butt and grabbed the back of his boxers and pulled them down with one paw while pulling down the front at the same time. His boxers caught on his erect penis, which began to bob back and forth as he forced them down further. Once his boxers were slid down to his ankles, he sat back again and spread his legs out to the side with his knees bent. He grabbed his penis in one paw and then started off with very rapid strokes. His other paw rubbed and prodded his balls in sensitive spots, his fur tickling his lower regions very sensually.

So there Panda was, black furred penis and balls, open to the entire living room as his friend Duncan used the bathroom. The fact that he had to finish soon (and the thoughts of what Duncan might do should he catch Panda in the act) easily quadrupled Pandaman’s pleasure. His hips slid up and down pushing his penis in contrast to his paw, which sent electrifying signals of pleasure to streak out all over his body.

Pandaman, losing himself to his orgasm, began to breathe heavily and sharply exhale Duncan’s name over and over in a somewhat subdued whisper as he finally came. Every second his paw pumping over his shaft and his second paw cupping his balls made more ropes of cum spurt out of his hot member. Most landed on Panda’s belly, spreading warmth where they puddled in his fur. When the intense pleasure subsided, Panda heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, and began to try to get in a not-so-compromised position. Pandaman grabbed a nearby Kleenex from his living room table and tried to clean up the warm and gooey cum spots from the black places of fur on his arm and belly, and with the remaining time, cleaned up around his softening penis so as not to get stains on his boxers.

Just as Panda began to pull up his boxers, he heard Duncan leave the bathroom. Hurrying, he made sure they were up all the way, and just began to resume his normal game-playing position by the time Duncan came back into the room. The only thing Panda figure he had to do now was try to explain why the game had been on pause all this time. Assuming Duncan had even noticed.

Even if he had noticed, Panda found that he wasn’t worried. He and Duncan had been friends for a good long time... it was always possible that Duncan could be... could be... Maybe, Panda didn’t know. All he could do now was try to continue with Duncan’s visit and... And maybe bare a bit of his soul (or more) by the time the day was over.