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Chapter 8: Better Call Dad

Tuesday night Brittany's parents took the family out to dinner at Corrida's Steak House, and boy was I glad that I didn't have to pay this time. Trevor and Trish thought that it would be a good idea if Brittany and I got our own table so we could have some alone time with each other. We both thought that was a great idea and found a small booth of in a corner of the restaurant. The whole place smelled incredible with the scent of meats and vegetables cooking all at the same time. My mouth started to salivate and I drooled a little bit. Looking up from our menu I caught Brittany staring at me.

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one with moist lips!" She said in a teasing way.

That comment made me both excited and very, very red with embarrassment. Looking down out the floor to my left I tried to think of something clever to say. Unfortunately, the only thing I could think of only made things worse for me.

"You have moist lips, huh? Well maybe I should just suck the moistness from them!" I thought I was being so romantic with that statement, but then I noticed that I had just said that in front of the waitress who came to take our order. She had a face on her that can only be described as one of shock at what she had just heard.

"You, Sir, should be ashamed of yourself! This is a family restaurant! There are young children here!" She yelled at me. Then she hit me with her little booklet she used to take down orders with. Unfortunately she hit my broken arm with that book and sent Brittany into a rage.

"How dare you hit him!? Can't you see that he has a broken arm? Not to mention some broken ribs that are still healing! You just hit him in his broken arm and if you touch him one more time I'll let you experience the same pain you just forced my poor baby to! This man saved my life and I'll be the holy shit out of you if you touch him again like that!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, fire burning in her eyes.

Her shouting caught the attention of the management and one of them walked over to our table, as well as Brittany's parents.

"What's going on here?" The manager asked.

"This waitress just hit my boyfriend in his broken arm with her little booklet!"

"She did what!?"

"You heard me. She hit him in his broken arm."

"Get in the office this instant! You will be dealt with shortly!" The manager yelled at the waitress. "I'm terribly sorry about her. Here, I know it's not going to help the physical pain she may have caused the young man, but these will get you free meals here for a month!"

"Thanks!" I said grabbing the tickets as fast as I could with my one good arm.

The manager went to deal with the waitress and that's when I started to worry about having to explain why she'd hit me to Brittany's parents.

"You do know that you probably could have got a lot of money if you'd sued this place, don't you, Jessy?" Trevor asked.

That thought never really occurred to me until then but he was right.

"Yeah, but I don't have very much money and these will allow me to take Brittany out more often. Just the two of us." I said. "No offense, I like eating dinner with the whole family, but it's not quite as romantic. You know?"

"That's true, son. OK, well I guess we'll be heading back to our table. Trish, kids, let's go!"

"Hang on a second, Dear, I want to know why she was hitting him." Trish said and my face flushed red. "Jessy, why was she hitting you?"

"I....uh.. I was." I couldn't speak.

"That's enough, Trish, we don't need to know!" Trevor said, giving me a knowing look.

"Thank you." I whispered to him. He simply nodded and walked back to their table.

The rest of the dinner was a normal date after that. Brittany and I spent the rest of the time teasing each other and saying I love you over and over. At one point we fed each other and interlocked our arms as we took a drink of soda since they don't serve alcoholic beverages there.

We went home at around 9 pm and that's when I remembered that I had a story due the next day for Professor Muzzle's class. I kissed Brittany good night and bid the others a good night as well before going to my room to do the assignment. It didn't take me long to do the story, I already knew what I wanted to write about when he gave us the assignment. My story was about what it was like growing up with Jason after my parents were killed. Choosing the title was the hardest part for me and it wasn't because it was hard to think of a title, but rather the meaning that the title had to me and what the story itself was about. The title was Unobtainable Dreams and it was about how my brothers and I would never get to grow up with our parents, and how that made a ten year old boy feel growing up with his combat instructor as a foster father. With the assignment finished I set my pen down on my desk and went to bed. It only took me a few hours to do the assignment. We got home at 9:30 pm and it was midnight now so not too bad.

Sometime during the night I started to have dirty dreams where Brittany was giving me a blow job and swallowing every drop of my seed. The dream was very real feeling to me and it was magical. Time after time she would suck me off and every time she would swallow, it was as if she just couldn't get enough of it. My arousal didn't go unnoticed by me in the real world as I could smell my own musk and that was making me feel even more excited.

I was so into my dream that I didn't hear my bedroom door creak open or even the footsteps of the intruder. Brittany had come into my room and started to watch me dream, taking full notice of my pitched tent. Quietly she padded over to the foot of my bed and snuck under my covers. She moved as gently as she could so not to wake me up. Moving up to where the mast of the tent was and getting an eyeful of my rod.

"My, someone is having a good dream!" she said quietly, licking her lips.

She moved her muzzle down below my maleness and sniffed at my balls, giving them a lick. Forcing a moan from me she continued to do this for several minutes causing them to twitch with pleasure, nearly forcing me to explode right then and there.

"Huh-uh. Not before I've had my fun with you." She said as she took me in her mouth, an evil grin on her face.

She bobbed her head up and down slowly at first but after a few minutes she picked up speed. Sliding her tongue around my member as she bounced. It was almost too much for me to handle and I started to buck my hips but she slowed down. She wanted to prolong me pleasure as long as she could. Either that or torture me since I was still asleep when all of this was happening. She started to speed up again but got interrupted by someone else coming to my room. Brittany hadn't shut the door all of the way and Trevor came to check on my.

"Jessy, are you...."He started to say but was caught by surprised to see that his daughter had thrown off all the covers of the bed by now and had a sleeping me in her mouth. He made a Hmph noise and smiled as he turned around to leave. "Next time, Brittany, put a sock or something on the doorknob and shut the door. OK?"

"Mmm Hmm." An embarrassed Brittany said, refusing to take me out of her mouth.

She returned to her lustful desires and started to bob her head up and down faster and faster and my hips started to buck in rhythm with her. This went on for what seemed like hours until, finally, it happened. With a forceful thrust of my hips I came into her mouth and I came hard. Several streams were shot straight down her throat and she collected it all in her mouth before crawling up close to my head. She leaned in close to my head and made a loud gulping noise. That noise snapped me out of my dream world and straight back to reality.

"Wha...? What's going on?"

"Well, hello there, Cutie." Brittany said winking at me, she still had that lustful look on her face.

"Brittany!? What are doing in here?"

"I'm doing you, you big sexy kitty! Now come here, I want some more of that deliciousness that you've been keeping from me." She said as she grabbed my penis and started to pump.

Her hands felt so warm and soft on my shaft that the feeling almost made me cum again. She continued to jerk me until a bead of pre emerged. She crawled back down between my legs and licked the tip clean before sticking the eight and half inch member back into her mouth for round 2. She was insatiable, just like in my dream, and I was loving it. Panting hard I came for the second time and just like the first she gladly accepted it into her mouth. Swallowing every last drop that I could produce. She continued her lustful assault on me for hours and eventually she straddled my cock. We mated for another forty minutes before I came one last time deep into her pussy. She let out a moan as she came all over my quivering member and fell as gently as she could on my chest. Not quite gentle enough though. I let out a yowl of pain and she apologized.

"That's alright, Baby, I know you didn't mean to." I said as I kissed her head.

We both went to sleep and we slept well.

The next morning at breakfast, Trish asked if we wanted to eat anything before heading to school.

"No thanks, Mom. I had a lot of milk earlier this morning."

"You did? Where did you get the milk from? The jug in the fridge hasn't been touched since yesterday."

"Where indeed." Trevor said looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"Well, we should get going, Brittany. We don't want to be late do we?" I said with a deeply flushed face. Trevor knew what happened last night but at least he didn't mind.

That day at school was really uneventful and for the most part boring. The only class that I liked was Professor Muzzle's class anyways. I turned in my story at the end of the day and couldn't wait till tomorrow to see what he thought of it. I was sure that he would like it but still I was anxious. On the way home we passed a bar that had a lot of motorcycles in the parking lot.

"Great! Another biker bar." I thought to myself.

"Bring back bad memories, Hun?" Brittany asked, noticing that I was staring at the bar.

"Yeah. I'll be fine though, you're hear." I replied and playfully nuzzled her muzzle.

I heard someone start there bike up but didn't pay no mind to them, I was in heaven with her and nothing could ruin that.

At least, that's what I thought, but you'd be surprised how disrupting a motorcycle can be when it almost runs you over and the Doberman rider is flipping you off.

"What the HELL! We didn't do anything to you, ASSHOLE!" I shouted.

I'm not sure if he heard me or not but he did turn around and charged us again. I pushed Brittany out of the way just in time. He turned around to charge at me again but this time I jumped up and kicked him off of his bike. Some other bikers saw me do this and called inside the bar. A massive horde of bikers poured out. Rottweiler's, Doberman's, a few Tiger's, and some Cheetah's. There had to be at least fifteen of them and they all wanted a piece of me. I knew I couldn't fight all of them in my condition so I tossed Brittany my phone.

"Call my Dad!"

"OK!" She started dialing but one of the bikers charged at her. She screamed.

Just as the biker was about to assault her and fist knocked into the biker's jaw, knocking him down. I looked to see what had just happened and couldn't believe who had come to help us out. It was my Dad's best friend and blood brother. He wasn't my Dad's biological blood brother but he and Jason made a blood pact back when they were young and became blood brothers.

"Kodi!"

"Hi, Jessy! Can you use a hand or two?" The 7 feet tall, jet black fox with dark blue eyes asked.

He was 300 lbs. of pure muscle and he wasn't afraid to use it either. His fur was all black except for the fur that wrapped from his chest, down his belly, and under his tail. The tip of his tail was white as well.

"I sure can! Brittany, I want to you call my Dad still. We may need his help."

"There's no need for that, Son. I'm already here."

Brittany looked up to see the blackened silhouette of another 7 feet tall fox pulling his cavalier hat down, staring out at the bikers from under it. He took his hat off and placed it on Brittany's head after a few minutes.

"Jessy, Son, you sure know how to really piss off the wrong people. Don't you?" Dad joked. "Hey, Lass, could you do us a favor and start playing a song for us?"

"A song?"

"Music helps Kodi and I fight better."

"Yes, Sir. What song do you want to hear?"

"That's the spirit! Play Dreams by Van Halen and I can guarantee that we'll make quick work of these buffoons."

"You got it."

Some of the bikers jumped Kodi and I before Brittany could start playing any music. I had to have help with my attackers from my Dad but Kodi just grabbed his by the colors of their jackets and threw them into a few of the bikes. Another biker snuck up behind him and hit him with a wooden plank. Kodi winced in pain and started to growl very angrily. His once dark blue eyes were now a bright red.

"Oh you really shouldn't have done that!" Dad said with a smirk.

"No one cares what you think, fox!" A Cheetah shouted.

"Suit yourself."

Kodi grabbed the cat by the throat and launched him at the other bikers, knocking several of them off their feet.

"When Kodi gets mad enough his eyes change color and he gets a lot stronger." Dad explained to Brittany.

With Dreams playing and Kodi now thoroughly pissed off, he and my Dad my very quick work of them. That's when we all noticed the symbol on the biker's jackets.

"So, there back." Kodi said indicating the phoenix symbol on the back of one of the jackets.

"Looks like it." Dad agreed.

"We better tell my brother's."

"You call Alex, Son. I'll go tell Kyle what's going on myself."

"OK, Dad! Please be safe."

"You too, Son."

"Thanks for coming to help, Dad." I hugged him and he stroked my head lovingly.

"You're welcome. I'll do anything to protect my boys." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Thank you, too, Kodi. If you hadn't come when you did who knows what would've happened to us." I hugged him too. He was practically family to me and my brothers.

"Anytime, Jessy." He said as he stroked my head just as my Dad had, a twinkle in his eye as well. "Jason, I think I'll stay here in case more of them come back."

"Good idea. We'll I'll be off then. Call me if you need my help and I'll come as fast as I can."

"Thanks, Dad. We will."

He left after that and Brittany and I got into Kodi's 1970's Dodge Charger. Like him, the paint of the car was black. While Kodi took us back home I made the call to my brother Alex. He didn't answer for some reason but I left him a voice mail to explain what was going on and that he should call me as soon as possible. We were going to need all the help we could get if _that_gang was back in town again. Besides, I knew that Alex had been dying to get a piece of them again.