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Chapter 4

Thursday night is game night

The next few days went slow but a little easier for the fox, he managed to avoid any more detentions and even his friends decided to back off a little, still making sure to jibe the fox over his secret crush when there was no-one to overhear.

Before his shower time jerk off session, Jay's fantasies consisted of watching the rabbit undress, those taught muscles flexing under his fur, matted down with sweat as he stripped off his gear. Recently on the other hand they had taken on a more dominant/submissive flair, every night he had the same dream.

The rabbit pushed him against the wall at school, forcing his tongue into the foxes mouth as his right paw firmly held the younger boys shoulder in place, the rabbits other paw groping and squeezing at the erection bulging out his own tight fitting briefs.

The firm hand on Jay's shoulder pushing him down to eye level with the older boys crotch, the paw sliding up his neck to the back of his head and pulling the fox's muzzle against the tented fabric. "Sniff it foxy".

"NNnnGH", Jay shuddered and gasped as he opened his eyes, details of the dream already fading. For the second night in a row he awoke to his cock twitching and a warm wet feeling around his crotch and stomach.

Fuck! Again?

Rubbing a paw under the sheets and through the sticky mess, giving the base of his still erect cock a squeeze before rubbing his now slick pads up and down the shaft. Biting his bottom lip as he establishes a rhythm, trying to recall the dream that made him cum in the first place.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Up you get JJ, it's your turn to make breakfast and I want pancakes", his mother called through the door.

The fox froze, letting out a staggered breath "O... ok"

"Don't take too long and put your sheets in the wash when you're done", an amused knowing tone to her voice killing the moment for the now flustered fox, a heavy blush burning his ears and his erection rapidly softening in his paw.

Damn it!

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After a quick shower, Jay stripped his bed and set washing machine on heavy wash, heading for the kitchen as his mother spoke on the phone to one of her employers. The young fox adding water to the instant pancake mix and waiting for the pans to warm up while trying to hear what his mother is saying, making out the words '3 days', 'hotel' and 'VIP' before she hangs up the phone.

Jay was starting on the second set of pancakes when his mother padded her way into the room, humming to herself and taking a seat at the kitchen bench, "Gueeesss where i'm go-ing" she sung playfully.

Not taking his eyes off the pan as he flipped over breakfast, "Whe-ere?" he dung back over his shoulder and started putting the pancakes on plates.

"E3 next month", Jay spun around, plates in hand to see his mother with a mocking grin spread across her face, a quick look down also revealed that she forgot to put anything on under her robe again. He quickly looked away, "Ah god dammit, can you cover up please?".

"Pffft, oh get over it, it's not like it isn't anything you haven't seen before." Tying up her robe as she spoke, "You came out of there you know".

Jay set the plates down and shuddered, "Nope, not having that talk with you." Taking the seat next to Sam at the bench.

"I didn't complain when you used to run around the house naked, JJ", Sam remarked while attempting to pour the syrup in a detailed smiley face.

"I was four!" Ignoring the nickname she gave him as a child.

The pair ate in silence for a while.

"So, can I go to E3?"

"Nope, you have school", taking a mouthful of pancake and smiling to herself.

"Then why did you even tell me about it?", Jay muttered, mouth half full of breakfast.

Sam swallowed and looked at her son in mock shock, "I'm going to E3. How cool is that?".

Jay frowned and quickly finished off his plate, "Really really cool, would be much cooler if i was actually going too, mother!". Half way off his chair the young fox froze, a small squeak escaping his lips as his mother firmly took hold of his left ear. "Oww owww OWW!".

"What was that?", emphasising the question with a slightly firmer squeeze.

"Ok ok owww, I'm sorry, please OW! Please stop!" He whimpered as he tried to gently pull away, both paws clutching at his mother's paw.

"So what do you call me JJ?", not letting go of his ear.

"SAM! OW!"

Sam lessened her grip but didn't let go, giving him a playful smile. "Full name with titles."

Jay growled, "Oh come on, do I have to? Oww". Flinching at another squeeze and sighing, "Fiiiine, All hail queen Sam, supreme ruler of the household". Rubbing his sore ear as soon as his mother released it, sulking as he straightened up and made his way to the front room.

"Have a good day at school sweetie."

"Yeah yeah..."

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School... man i hate school. Though i guess its not all bad.

The blue furred fox sighed, half listening to his teacher talk about some kind of math he's sure he'll never need. The saving grace of math class is the great view of the basketball court outside where his idol practiced with his team mates in the period before lunch, the light slightly reflecting off his sweaty brown fur, the loose singlet stuck to his well defined chest.

A nudge from his right brought his mind back to the classroom, "Dude teacher" Sean hissed quietly.

"Mr Vulpes, if you would be so kind as to join us back here on earth and solve the problem on the board", the raccoon Mr Symes leaned back against his desk and folded his arms, raising as eyebrow at his student. Scanning the board the fox tilted his head, "Ummm, I can't?".

"And can you tell us why not?", the raccoon smiled, glancing quickley at the other students, who were waiting in hope as all students do at seeing someone else get in trouble.

Is he fucking with me? I'm sure I've got it right.

"Ahh, because it's impossible?", seeing that the raccoon was still waiting the fox scratched the back of his neck, "The way you wrote it down uh Sir... you can't have X multiply X to equal X, all the other numbers cancel each other out anyway?" unsure of his answer by the end as the teacher's expression failed to change.

The Raccoon simply looked to the rest of the class, "Does anyone agree?". A few unsure hands raise in the air, causing Mr Symes to grin, "Great, well done Jason, you and those that raised their hands can do chapter seventeen tonight, the rest of you can do chapters seventeen to nineteen". Turning back to the board the teacher started explaining another problem's solution in detail.

"How the hell did you know that?", Sean leaned in close and whispered.

"I donno, it was obvious wasn't it?", peering back out of the window as he whispered back to his friend, his gaze zeroing in on the source of his night time fantasies.

"Not as obvious as what you're staring at", Jay didn't have to look at Sean to know that he was grinning like only a feline can, "Imagining all the things he could do to you."

"SEAN!", Jay hissed as quietly as he could, flashing his friend an angry glare "Dude shutup! Someone might hear you", his cheeks burning red under his fur and his erection tenting the front of his jeans, memories from last night's dream flashing through his mind despite himself.

The lion snorted back his amusement, "Shit that was easy. Jay calm down, I can see and smell you from here", pointing down at the front of the fox's pants as secretly as he could. Jay's ears felt like they were on fire as they folded back against his head, scooting his chair further under his desk and finding a suddenly renewed interest in math.

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Jay's walk home was spent running through strategies for tonight.

Today is a Thursday, and Thursday night is game night. Every week the two foxes would play various games to determine who does what chores for the week, winner of the last game gets to choose which games they play the week after. So far his mother picked the games 18 times in a row, because she cheats and picks Counter strike every time.

Man I suck at Counter strike.

He pushed his way through the front door and kicked off his shoes, looking up to see his mother standing in the hallway with her hands behind her back. The younger fox looking up at Sam questioningly as the door closed behind him with a click, Sam grinned like a child and pulled a microphone from behind her back, using her best gruff wrestler voice.

"YOU'RE HOME AND THE PIZZA HAS BEEN ORDERED, NOW ARE YOU READY TO BE DESTROOOOOOYED?!?"

Jay tried not to smile at his mother's lame theatrics and failed, "Sometimes I do wish you were like other parents you know?"

"Pfft, no you don't FOOOOOL!", both the foxes chuckling as they made their way into the lounge room. Tonight, like every Thursday night, Jay and his mother ate pizza, drunk way too much soda and played games.

Jay even managed to win quite a few rounds, but Sam still thrashed him at Counter strike.