Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual nature. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. This is the continuation of All American Kitsune. If this sounds like something you want to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read.
All American Kitsune Chapter 4
I thought I was dreaming, but apparently I was wrong. It was Terrence Arcadia outside my window. There he was, his big white wings wearing only his pants and sneakers. His wings were flapping in the air. I opened my window and helped him inside as quiet as I could so I wouldn't wake up the rest of the house.
He looked at me and said, "Thanks Matt. You have no idea how long I was out there. Plus, you're talking about a thirty minute flight from home and trying not to be seen. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if I got more usage out of them. Whew!" With that he sat on the bed. He rubbed his shoulder near the area where the wings were affixed. I asked, "Are you okay Ter?" He snickered, "Yea, sure I'm all right. Of course, I would have talked to you last night and I was already here outside your window when I shouldn't disturb you. I mean you were probably tired from taking Max trick or treating and you were going to be busy all day today. I didn't want to trouble you." He frowned and picked at his wings, uneasy of what to say. I asked, "Zack's all right isn't he. He seemed fine when I saw him mowing the lawn this morning."
Terry said, "Sure, he's all right. Same as ever, but had you gone to the dance, you'd be questioning my sanity too." I sat down and looked him straight in the eyes and said, "All right Terry, what happened?" He sighed, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I guess since you are a kitsune and I have these growing out of my back, I'll give it a shot.
"The dance was going along fine. Zack and I decided to take a break from dancing. Well, you know Zack, loves to snack. He went straight for the nachos and brought back two bowls of them: one for him, another for me. We sat down on the bleachers. They only retracted half of them. That's when I saw him. I saw this guy in an elf costume. No, he wasn't one of those dorky Christmas elves. Rather, he was dressed like an elf from a fantasy book. Tights, tunic, the works. He was off in the corner and he would have been hidden had the bleachers next to us been extended." My friend got on his knees as he continued, "He was like this. He had his mouth wide open, he had his hands placed like so, and he was doing this." Terry began giving a blowjob to nothing.
It made sense, since I had seen something quite similar. I got next to him and said, "Let me guess, just a shot in the dark. You were the only one to see this? Right?" Terry's eyes lit up and he replied, "How did you know?" I then spoke of an encounter just as hot. He looked at me with keen interest as I redid the barbarian's movement.
Terry absentmindedly reached for his crotch and readjusted himself. "Exciting," he said, "we both saw something that no one else saw, something of a turn on. Tell me something and you don't have to answer if you don't want to. Do you think Max knew you were sporting a raging boner?" I paused, trying to remember. I replied, "Well, I was definitely horny, very horny. I know the jeans I was wearing. If I was as hard as I think I had been it couldn't have been more obvious to him .I was throbbing and aching in my pants. Max helped me snap out of my stupor. My hard on went away and he didn't mention what had happened. In fact, the only thing that comes even close was him asking if I was furry, even here." With that, I clutched my crotch.
Terry smiled slyly, turned on by my story. He said, "Think the two are related?" I replied, "Could be. Remember the study session we had and you said something was going to happen?" Terry nodded in agreement and I replied, "Well I think this qualifies as something. Terry absorbed all this, but it looked like there was still more to it.
He said, "Well that wasn't the end of it" I raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "Oh?" He whispered, "Well Zack asked what was wrong and I told him. He said that I was making it up, but it was a good turn on. He thought it be great to have a private sex illusion for your own pleasure anytime, anywhere. I could see hunger in his eyes, if you know what I mean. That's when the lights suddenly snapped off. It was dark, absolutely dark."
My eyes got huge, "Go on". He said, "Silence fell and that's when we heard this sound. It took only a moment for us to know what it was. It was the sound of a guy moaning, like he was going to cum. It was pretty hot. Then a voice, `I'm cumming, Garrett, Oh, oh. I'm cumming.' These sounds turned me on, Zack too. However, before we could do anything, the lights then flickered back on. You should have seen the Dean. He was so livid; I thought he was going to start shooting laser beams out of his eyes. Everyone thought he was going to stop the dance right then and there, but he didn't. He decided to stalk the crowd and kept an eagle eye out and he had the security guards do the same. He took so much of the fun out that the dance ended sooner than expected. Hey, listen what time did you see this happen." I told him and we compared the time of the encounters and it turned out that it all took place at the same time. He fidgeted on the bed and readjusted himself again, but this time he said, "Sorry, but all this talk's making me hard."
I got out of my chair, my cock pulsing in my briefs. I started changing my form as I approached him and said, "Join the club". He put his lips on my muzzle and I acted instinctively, returning his kiss. He slipped his hand into my briefs and fondled my furry balls. I reached over, unzipped his pants and took out his turgid tool. I got on my knees, opened my mouth and started to suck him. He placed his hands between my ears and began to plow my mouth. I took my dick out and played with it, stroking it in time with my sucking. We both kept as quiet as we could as we continued our rhythms. He soon tensed up; warm boyjuice flowed into my mouth. I clamped my mouth down and squeezed his dick, making sure that none escaped. Then I lost control, my jizz splashing on my furry chest and my underwear. We caught our breath and we stuffed ourselves back into our underwear. Terry smiled and said, "Thanks Matt. I needed that."
It was late, around midnight. For several minutes, we sat in front of the window looking at the night sky enjoying the view. I had thought Terry would be heading home now, but for now, we just sat there enjoying the sound of crickets. I saw him rubbing the ring on his left ring finger. It was a signet ring and I never saw him without it. In fact, he was wearing it back when I first met him in 1st grade. He treated it as if it meant life to him. One of these days I should ask him about it.
He said, "Well, I turn 16 tomorrow you know. " I nodded, "Yup. Sixteen's one of those landmark ages. He looked like he wanted to say more because he kept starring at the ring. He said, "Well I should get going." I opened the window for him and he promptly jumped out. The wings caught the air and he flew on home. I closed the window and climbed into bed after changing back to human form because Kazu was here. Damn! Why not let him in on it. It's just me isn't it, only furrier? I closed my eyes in frustration and began to sleep.
Sunday morning came. I waddled to the bathroom to pee and wash my face. This morning, I had to mow the lawn. I walked out of the bathroom quickly to put on work clothes when I saw Kazu out in the hall, wearing nothing but bikini briefs. He yawned in Japanese, "Good morning cousin. Where are you off to in a hurry?" What language someone speaks to me in determines how I respond. If it isn't English or Japanese, I'll stick with English.
I replied, "Mowing the lawn this morning." He blinked and started to laugh. I asked, "What's so funny?" He said, "I don't mean to be rude, but the way you speak Japanese." I got a tad flustered and said, "What's wrong with the way I talk!?" He calmed himself and said, "You pronounce the words fine, but you sound like a Texan." Thanks for stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes and said, "That's because I am a Texan, Japanese-Texan."
He asked, "So, are your parents around?" I couldn't help but look at his body especially the curve of the briefs around his crotch. I tried not looking conspicuous said, "Err, no. Most likely they are at the park jogging. They'll be back in a couple of hours. Well, I better get going before it gets too late." Yea, and before my dick stiffens even more. I got back to my room and put on a pair of old shorts and an equally old shirt. I headed downstairs and out the backdoor.
I headed to the tool shed, unlocking the door and pulled out lawnmower and the grass catcher. While I checked to make sure it was working, I saw Kazu looking at me from the window. Uh, oh. There was hardly any gasoline in the tank. I went to the shed for the gas can, but it too was low. Looks like I have to go to get some more. Luckily, the station was just down the street. If Kazu went with me, we could also get the Sunday paper too because normally, I'd have to go get it after since I can't carry both. I put the can next to the back door and went back inside. "Hey, Kazu. I'm going to the gas station. Want to come with me?" He appeared, fully clothed thankfully, and said, "Sure. Why?" I told him why.
We went out the back door and out the gate making sure everything was locked. We walked down the street to the station. I asked, "Here's the money for the paper and the gasoline. It's a dollar seventy-five for the paper and the rest is for the gas. I'll pump." He took the money and went inside. A couple of minutes later he came out with the paper as I started filling the tank with gas. Once filled, we went back home.
Once certain that now everything was in working order, I began mowing the lawn. I looked at the time and thought I'd have enough time to mow both the back and the front lawn by the time my parents got home. Of course, it depended on when they left, but usually I'll finish and be in the shower when they get home from their morning jog.
I paced back and forth with the mower, dumping the grass in the lawn bag, and picking up debris that was too big for the mower. I heard a voice call out, "Hey, Matt!" I looked back and saw Zack leaning against the gate leading to the front yard. I stopped the mower and opened the gate for him. "Need any help?" he asked. I said, "You're not even dressed for yard work." He smiled and said, "You're right, I just wanted to come over for a sec." He turned around and caught Kazu, sitting by the window looking at us. He asked, "That your cousin Hirokazu?" I replied, "Yes, and he prefers to be called Kazu." My friend nodded and said, "He's a hottie." I nodded, "Sure is." He then opened his mouth and said, "Have I a story to tell you about the dance." Before I could respond, the door opened.
Kazu came outside and decided to introduce himself. Zack held out his hand and said, "I'm Zack, I go to Lincoln like Matt here and I'm on the wrestling team." Kazu returned the handshake saying, "Nice to meet you Zack." Zack looked a tad nervous and said, "Well, I'll talk to you later about the dance." It seemed that he was going to tell me about what happened. I said, "Terry already told me." He said, "Ok, that's good. Well, that's pretty much why I came over. I better let you get back to the lawn before it gets too late. I'll see you tomorrow." He then walked back out the gate and briskly walked back inside his house. Kazu looked at him walk away and said, "He's a nice guy." I said, "Yea, very nice. Like Zack said, I might as well get started back up. You can help if you want." He asked what to do and I let him know. He followed me everywhere with the lawn bag and it was a big help. I was able to make up the time that I used up talking to Zack.
With the lawn freshly mowed, I put it up and went back inside. I slipped out of my lawn clothes and put them in the laundry basket and walked past Kazu on my way to the bathroom to take a shower. Afterwards I walked out and said, "Kazu, you better take a shower too." He looked at me with a dopey face and then closed the door.
All alone in my room, I figured I'd have enough time to take care of some business, but what? I rubbed my crotch and then looked at my eyes in the mirror. I then made my choice. I looking in the mirror as changed, the only difference was that my feet remained human shaped and I lacked a tail. I sat in my bean bag chair and read to occupy my time. I then heard the shower stop. I resumed my human face so Kazu wouldn't know.
My parents came home shortly after and we went out for pancakes. Afterwards, it was discussed what to do next. The idea was to take Kazu on a tour around town which would also include the college he'd be going to shortly, but the focus was on how we should go about it. Yet my mind wasn't focused on the tour. I needed to get out to clear my mind about what Terry said. I said, "I'd like to go into town by myself. Can I?"
My parents looked at me and then at each other. My mom sighed, "All right." I hugged her and said, "Thanks, Mom." I walked out the door and headed to the bus stop. I thought of taking the rail which took an hour one way from beginning to end. In contrast when I was on the bus with Zack a few weeks back, I stayed on because the rail was in the middle of downtown. I got on the northbound station so I could ride it to the beginning.
I got as far north as it could and I stayed on. I like to sit in the middle where the seats face each other. I looked out at the window at the bayou as the train left the station next to the university. It wasn't the one Kazu would be going to though. Few got on board probably it was Sunday. I soon felt like I was being watched. I looked forward and saw this guy with short brown hair looking at me. He looked away, but every so often, he'd look at me again. As the train crossed the Main Street fountain, the boy did something that was unnoticed by everyone else, his nostrils quivered. I tried not to be obvious as well in smelling the air. Oh, my God. He's like me. Now he's coming this way.
He sat across from me and asked, "What are you?" Okay, odd first thing to say. I replied, "Uh, just your typical Japanese-American teen." He smirked, "Yea, typical just like me. You can be honest with me. What's your name?" I thought about it. Should I talk to this guy I don't even know? I said, "Matt." He laughed, "Small world, Matt's my name too. What's your middle name?" I smiled, "Daisuke." He whispered, "My middle name's Tyler and I'm a werewolf. Are you one too?" I could have portrayed myself as a baka, an idiot, not knowing what he was talking about. Yet, I decided to go for it. I said, "I'm a kitsune." He looked puzzled, "A what?" I answered, "I can become a fox." He nodded in understanding. "Wanna hangout?" I dunno, I wanted to just be by myself with my thoughts, but I knew I couldn't pass up something like this. "Sure."
We left the train at the stop near Hermann Park and took a seat at a bench. He said, "It's difficult to say my name when talking to someone else, so can I call you Daisuke?" I smiled and said, "Many people do. Mind if I call you Tyler?" He shook his head and said, "No problem. So, how does one become a kitsune?" I replied, "It's in the genes. One morning a few weeks back, I woke up with a fox's head and matching body, but humanoid. I can change any part of me and supposedly I can become a total fox, indistinguishable from one in nature, but I haven't had the chance yet. What about you?" Tyler looked crestfallen. He pulled down the neck opening of his shirt and said, "See this? That's what made me." I peered inside and saw a faded scar. He said, "My parents and I went on a vacation when I was twelve, we were at this campsite. I had to go to the bathroom real bad and before I could do anything, I was attacked. My parents found me soon afterwards, seriously injured. The park people tried to find the animal that attacked me, but they never did.
"I recovered fine, more than fine. I had an average body before, but as you can see, my body's in great shape like yours. Is that what happened to you?" I said, "I've been working out since middle school with my best friend." He smiled, "Cool. Where do ya go to school?" I said, "Lincoln High and I wrestle for them." He said, "I thought you looked familiar, "I go to Riverside. I can't believe our Dragons lost. That last match was a close one." I nodded, "Me too. Have you ever thought about athletics? You have the body for it." He shook his head and said, "Not really. Hey, Daisuke. Can I see you change?" I said, "Sure, but where?"
I mean we could go to the bathrooms near the park, but wouldn't people think that two cute guys going in at the same time were up to something naughty? I knew it was risky considering I just met the guy, but I said, "You can come over to my place." He considered it and said, "Sure."
About an hour later, we were back at my house, in my room. I showed him my customized clothes which made him frown. I asked, "What's wrong?" He said, "I don't have anything like that. Who made them?" I replied, "My mom. I have a couple pair of shorts, a couple pair of pants, as well as a few pairs of underwear. I put some in his hands and said, "Try them on." The words escaped my mouth before I realized that he'd have to take his clothes off for that. What would he think of me? Would he think I was trying to see him naked?" He peeled off his clothes, perfectly comfortable with taking off his clothes in front of me. As I saw his bare body, I thought to myself. Mmm. It was a good thing that he wasn't looking at my crotch directly or else he'd see my bulge getting bigger. He put on my clothes and said, "The fit fine. So how are they supposed to work?" I answered, "Like this."
I started to change like he asked me. He looked stunned as I finished. He said, "It looks different from the other side. The mirror just isn't the same. Now, it's my turn." Multitudes of brown hairs shot up from his skin as his eyes turned amber. Fingernails sharpened, a tail popped out of his pants and then his head changed to that of a wolf's. Tyler was right. It does look different from the other side. He said, "You're lucky. Your parents know and are fine with it, making clothes for you." I replied, "My mom's teaching me how she does it so once I wear out the ones I have, I can make more. Do your parents know?" He shook his head and said, "Crazy as it sounds, I am one scared werewolf. I am scared at what my parents' reaction would be. I'm in the closet already.
I looked at him and said, "Mind if I ask a question? Are you gay?" He said, "Yes. I realized it during the same vacation. I went into this stall to change into a pair of swim trunks. I heard some noise. Even though I was young, my dick knew what those sounds were of. I peeked into the stall and saw this teenager sucking the dick of another. Man, I got so hard. I was afraid of what they'd do if they caught me so I got out of there. It turns out that they were brothers and that they did see me looking at them. One was 16 and the other 18. They had their hands in their trunks and asked me if I wanted to play. My young cock started to push my trunks forward. I was still hairless down there and I hadn't even cum yet, so I was pretty much a boy still. Oh, how I wanted to join in, but I felt I wasn't ready yet. I awkwardly asked if I could watch them. They talked it over and said I could.
The three of us entered the woods; the same would where I'd be attacked a few days later. The younger lowered his older brother's trunks and started sucking him. I sat there entranced, rubbing the front of my trunks. The older brother shifted position and started licking his younger brother's shaft. I lowered my trunks and pumped away. It didn't take me long. My cock throbbed and throbbed, but of course nothing came out. I pulled my trunks back up and kept watching. Soon the brothers shot their loads and gobbled it all down. They composed themselves and we headed back to the pool like nothing happened."
I listened with yearning in my crotch. I shifted on my bed uncomfortably. He asked, "I'm sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable. Homosexuality can bother some people." I said, "It's not what you think, you were just turning me on. You tell good stories." He smiled as he got next to me, "I'm glad I'm making you feel good." His hand went for my thigh as he pressed his muzzle to mine. I opened my mouth and allowed his long tongue to dance with mine. I went for his zipper and pulled it down. I slid my hand inside and past the briefs and started to stroke his furry sheath. He laid me on my bed and grinded his crotch into mine. Oh, man. The feeling was fantastic. He tugged on my belt and undid it and lowered my pants. My sheath had already lowered exposing my reddened prick. His tongue rolled around it like a lollipop. I clutched my sheets, thrusting into his mouth. I moaned, "Oh, oh, oh. I'm cumming!" I felt my jizz flowing from my dong and shooting into the werewolf's mouth. I panted as I finished. Now it was my turn to have some. I rolled Tyler around and started to suck him off. The scent of sex flowed through our noses, fueling our desires. He grabbed my head behind my fox ears and pushed his dick into my mouth, starting to fuck my mouth. He made whimpering noises and then quietly howled as he gave me his cream.
He rolled off of me and we breathed deeply. I can't believe that I did that with a guy I just met. We cleaned up, became human again, and got our clothes situated; he put on his own clothes. As I showed him out the door, Tyler said, "You know. You're the only other guy that I've told that I was a werewolf." I said, "Oh, yea. Who's the first?" He wrote a phone number down and said, "This is his number. His name is Daryll Isidore Blake. He goes to Frazer Prep." Ah, yes. Home of the Leviathans. Before we defeated them they had an undefeated streak going and despite this, they were projected to win state. "Give him a call. Tell him I sent you. He'll tell you why. Here's my number." He wrote his number beneath Daryll's and waved good bye.
Whew, the unexpected blowjob was great. I closed the door and went back to my room. It was too late to go back to what I was doing so I became a fox again and headed to my room to think some more.
I put in one of my J-Pop CDs. I could have put the head phones on, but given my ears and the fact that I wouldn't hear my parents and Kazu return, I chose not to.
It was still a few hours until dinner so Kazu was in my room, the two of us playing video games as he talked about all the things he saw. His hometown is Osaka and Houston was different, but there were some similarities.
For dinner, we had grilled chicken burgers. The kitchen had plates of all the sides so we could make them however we wanted. Dad went down to the nearby fast food place to two large orders of fries. Typical Dad, can't get by with eating a burger without fast food fries.
After dinner, we watched TV including the news. The meteorologist reported that the weather would be fair with Friday having the best weather out of the entire week.
The next morning, my parents went to work before I woke up so it was Kazu who saw me leave. He thought I rode the bus before he asked if I drove the remaining car in the driveway. I replied, "Yes, I drive it. Not all the time though. I like to bike my way." I waved goodbye and headed to school.
As I made my way to school, I still wondered what Kazu was supposed to do during weekdays. I think Dad might try to get him a little job at the Japanese American Community Center to occupy the time before spring semester starts.
I got to school and secured my bike as I approached the building, most conversations I could hear were about the aborted dance.
I got to homeroom before Zack and sat down in my usual spot. I doodled in my notebook until the bell rang, when Zack came in. He leaned over and asked, "Do you think they'll mention the dance?" I shruged my shoulders and said, "Maybe." The bell then rang and Mr. East turned on the tv. The Lincoln Vision logo was on the screen already. Keith came on and said, "This is a Lincoln Vision special. We go live to our principal, Dr. Price."
The camera switched to the Principal in his office. His face lacked his usual jovial nature. He was grim, very grim. "I want to take this time to address what happened Friday night. I am diappointed in the behavior that was exhibited and I must stress that if this happens again, there will be no more dances for the rest of the year. That is all." Well folks, there you have it, the principal has spoken. Keith Chen came back in the air and he and Mina gave the announcements like they usually do: sports, upcoming events, birthdays, notable events that fell on today's date.
Over lunch in a secluded corner, Terry, Zack, and I debated on what happened at the dance. Terry said, "I think it's unfair for Dr. Price to blame everyone." Zack was a little more supportive of him, "I dunno what he was supposed to do. Oh, I'll ignore that gay teen boys got turned on by someone's stunt.' I said, "But it wasn't just someone. It was a ghost, or more likely a pair of horny ghosts." Zack was clearly puzzled, "Horny ghosts?" Terry said, "Well the fox here was the only one who saw a teen in a barbarian outfit humping the air at the same time that I was the only one saw the elf giving a blowjob. Put two and two together." Zack snickered, "Oh, I see. Man, you guys get all the luck. Maybe you two aren't making this up and this did happen, but why?" Why? That was a good question. Terry summed it up nicely, "It has to do with the new wing. I am almost certain about it. Think about it. The new wing is supposed to connect to the gym. The auxiliary building was the source of strange activity for years. I think it's more of the same." I replied, "What I want to know is the name Garrett. That name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it? Besides being mentioned at the dance." Zack said, "It should. That name is with this guy Edward's name on the memorial. They died together on the same day about 30 years ago." The student memorial was a wall in a garden bearing the names of all the students, teachers, and staff that died while attending or being employed at the school. Terry stated, "That's right and they died where the auxiliary building used to be in what the papers at the time described as under unusual circumstances'. My adoptive father dabbles in local history and has all the newspaper clippings about the weird happenings at this school and it started with the death of those two guys."
After school, we stopped by the library to look through the old yearbooks. There they were Garrett and Edward. We first looked at their individual pictures inserted with the rest of their classmates' pictures. We thumbed through the rest and found a picture of just them in the back with a note of dedication to their memory. These two teenage boys may have been separated from us by a generation, but we could tell that they really best friends. It was probably more than that. We put away the year book and decided to call it a day.
Over the next few days, we paid no more attention to what we saw. Any more talk, and especially in public, people would think us crazy. Then they would discover that two of us weren't quite human and would want to put us on display or something.
Wednesday brought our weekly wrestling match and it was a total disaster. It was like someone played a cosmic joke on the Centurions because not only did we lose, but none of our teams in other sports won. Even I lost. I hated that the first time Kazu sees me compete he has to watch. Coach Hayes could have chewed us out, but he's not the sort especially when we tried so hard. He only said, "I know you guys tried your best, but we need to remain focused if we want to go all the way."
I was miffed that I lost. I went home and shut my door. I hated losing, especially when I did my best. Maybe the other team was just better than we were. Then again, they were in last place and we were projected to win big. There was a heat in my body because I was so flustered. I looked in the mirror and my hair was now fox fur, fox ears sticking out of it. Luckily, everyone in the house didn't bother me and I managed to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed without anyone noticing me. I even went to sleep like that, not caring what Kazu would think of me.
Ever since my kitsune heritage came out, I felt that I had been incomplete every now and then, but ever since he moved in, that feeling was stronger. Not only that, but it seemed that the other part of me was close by.
The next few days saw my mood improved. I dismissed the loss as a minor setback.
Friday night my parents were to go to a gala set up by the Houston Japanese Chamber of Commerce to honor notable pillars of the community. My parents have been invited to go for as long as I could remember. I was to cook for myself and Kazu. All my parents did as soon as they got home was get dressed and leave with only a few words of caution not to have any wild parties.
Kazu sat at the kitchen table looking at me intently as I made what I call Most Unique Spaghetti. The thing I do is use salsa instead of spaghetti sauce. What goes with it depends on my mood: meatballs, chicken, shrimp, it doesn't matter. I decided to include some of the extra chicken that we had from the burgers and add some wasabi to satisfy Kazu because he loves wasabi.
I presented the bowl before him before sitting down myself and eating. He eyed it carefully and said, "Now, this isn't going to make me sick, is it? I shook my head, "No, I know what I'm doing. I've been cooking since I was 10." He gingerly put some in his mouth and chewed cautiously. Evidently, he decided it was safe and he liked it because he wolfed it down.
After dinner we sat down in front of the TV watching sitcoms. Some jokes still got by Kazu even with years of English lessons and he asked me to explain. The time passed and soon we heard the sound of rainfall. The storm increased making violent noises outside. I never recalled the meteorologists saying anything about a fierce storm. They said that it'd be a clear night. They were so wrong. The phone then rang. I got up and headed to the phone. I picked it up and it was my mom on the other end. She said, "Matt, it's really pouring down here and the streets are flooded. We are going to check into a room and stay here for the night. We'll return in the morning. You and Kazu stay safe. Pay attention to the news."
I returned to the living room. Kazu asked me what was going on and I told him. We switched to the news. All the regular channels were reporting the major storm and the flooding it was causing. The meteorologists were at a loss to explain how the storm just developed in an instant. Mere hours ago, there still was no rain in the forecast and certainly no clouds. Where had all this come from?
Kazu and I headed out the front door to take a look at the street. Sure enough it was flooded. We stood out there watching the water spilling over the sidewalk as Zack and his dad came out and looked out at us. The rain subsided, but the clouds still stayed and thunder and lightning still made a presence. Deciding things would get better, we went back inside. We sat back down in the living room and turned the TV back on, but soon became ignored.
Kazu looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. He scooted next to me. His hand brushed my cheek and caressed it. I was stunned, too stunned to do or say anything. Was this really happening? Was my dream that I had last week foretelling this? Kazu said, "You are so good looking Daisuke like my friend Ryo. I miss him. I don't want to make you uncomfortable; it's just that I've been lonely ever since moving here." He placed his hand on my thigh triggering the bulge in my jeans to swell and started to move it closer and closer to my crotch. He put his lips to my cheek and gave it a light peck. I blurted, "Let's go upstairs."
Kazu took my hand and we drifted out of the den and up the stairs. He led me into his room which had improved from being a nondescript place. As I crossed the entryway, that sense that there was another part of me came back. It was coming from this room, but where?
Kicking off his shoes, he placed me on the bed and took off my shoes. He slipped his warm hand inside my shirt and started to rub my chest. He put his lips on mine. I surprised him by invading his mouth with my tongue. Kazu paused briefly in astonishment and returned the favor. He began to grind he crotch into mine. I wrapped my arms around his torso and placed my hands on his ass kneading it, pulling him closer to me. He didn't care that we were cousins, albeit distant and I was starting to feel the same way. I rolled his body around and got on top of him. I leaned down and nudged his groin with my nose. I slowly unzipped his pants and stroked him through those attention-absorbing bikini briefs. He unbuckled his pants and I helped lower them. I pulled the briefs down and came face to face with his dick. I opened my mouth and put it inside.
Kazu took the pillows and put them behind him to get a better view of me blowing him. He placed his hands on my shoulders gingerly as I craved his cock. He thrust in and out of my mouth as he played with my denim clad butt. He tensed up and started to fire warm spunk down my throat. Relieved he said, "Let's see what you look like under all that." He took off my clothes relishing at every bit of my body. He then took off my underwear and whistled, "How did you get to be so big down there?" I replied, "Uh, I drink plenty of milk." We both laughed while he took off the rest of his clothes.
It was late so we climbed into his bed and dove under the covers, two young naked Japanese guys. He wrapped his arm around me, his crotch wedged against my butt. He said, "I have a surprise for you in the morning." as he tickled my ear. I asked quietly as I started to fall asleep, "What?" He said, "You'll see." With that, the final words of the day, we began to sleep peacefully.
That's right folks. This werewolf is none other than the main character Matthew Tyler Anderson from "My Lupine Roommate".
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