My Life at Cal Academy Chapter 5
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My Life at Cal Academy
Chapter 5
Kyo Mizuki
The day of our trip had arrived. Jack had packed us a picnic lunch that morning and was driving Max and I to the graveyard. We were talking about various thing Max and I had been through when Jack asked a question.
"So you two have been friends for a long time?" he directed the question towards Max and I smiled, knowing that Jack was making an effort to smooth over the fight from last week.
"Well, we met at a school field trip in elementary school and we've been friends ever since."
"Thank you for always taking care of Eric. I really appreciate it." Jack made me blush. Everyone fell quiet as we approached the graveyard. Jack parked and I quickly got out and made my way to her grave, I knew the route by heart. Max held Jack back.
"No, he always goes there first. Just give him a little bit and we'll go there too." Max explained.
"I see. What happened to her?"
"People broke into their house. She managed to hide Eric but when she tried to hide herself they saw her. The police found him later but there was nothing they could do for her. His aunt cared for him whenever his dad was gone."
I made it to the grave and sat down next to it. I had brought her favorite flowers, white roses, and I laid them down on the grave.
"Hey Mom, I hope you've been okay this year. I brought my new boyfriend for you to meet, I hope you like him. I've already told you about him before. His name is Jack. Yep, that atlete, I never would've guessed I had a chance with him. Max made it back safely from his trip to Japan." I glanced up as Max and Jack walked over and I wiped the tears from my eyes. Jack gave me a hug when I stood up and once he was done Max did too.
The rest of the day went by pretty quickly with cheerful banter and a delicious picnic and before I knew it we were all back at my house watching a movie and trying not to throw popcorn at each other. At one point Jack went upstairs while we continued watching the movie. He didn't come back after ten minutes so I excused myself to check on him. As I drew near my bedroom door I picked up on the sounds of soft moaning. I opened my door to exactly what I had expected. Jack sat on my bed masturbating and for a few seconds he didn't realize I was there. I watched as he groaned my name, stroking that long shaft of his. I walked over and cupped his balls in my hand, his eyes shot open then he blushed at me. It was cute when he blushed.
"I didn't hear you come in."
"Someone just couldn't wait, huh?" I giggled and gave his cock a kiss. It flexed in response to my attention.
"It's not my fault you always look so damn hot." He grunted as I started rubbing his cock. I focused my attention to his more sensitive spots, giving affectionate licks and kisses to them. Each one caused a moan to escape his lips. I darted down to give his balls a good suck.
"You're getting really good at this baby," he spoke in-between gasps. I started to suck his cock. As I did I rubbed the underside with my tongue. He started to thrust up against my downward motions. I sucked on his knot when it started to form and pulled off his cock when it became too large for me to wrap my lips around. I stuck my tongue out as he came, catching as much of his sweet spunk as I could. I gulped it down eagerly, then grabbed a towel to get the mess off my face and the floor.
We went back downstairs to find that Max had fallen asleep on the couch with his tongue hanging out, which made me launch into a fit of laughter. After I had calmed down Jack and I went back upstairs, deciding that a nap sounded like a good idea. We woke up a few hours later to find that Max had gone home.
We spent the rest of the night playing video games together. Jack eventually cooked dinner, parmesean chicken, and as always it was incredible. We ended up making out on the couch afterwards. I ran my hands down his chest as his hardening shaft made its way into my tailhole. He eagerly started giving me a good fucking. I rubbed his balls with my tail as he kissed me, it caused his cock to flex inside me to which I moaned loudly. Soon he was popping a swelling knot in and out of my tailhole. I came hard, hitting myself on the neck as the rest made lines down my chest and pooled around my groin. He pushed his knot in a final time, with a little difficulty and gave a few feverish humps before his hot seed started pouring into me, filling me up with its sticky warmth.
I had closed my eyes and when I opened them I found myself wishing I hadn't. In the doorway of the living room stood someone I hadn't seen in a long time. My father stood there, his mouth agape. His suitcase fell to the floor and his face flushed red, I didn't know if he was embarassed or angry. Part of me wished that this was a dream and the other part of me just wanted him to speak. Sadly he did neither of those and instead just walked upstairs. I heard his door close. Jack started to apologize and I told him it wasn't his fault.
It seemed like an eternity before his knot had deflated enough to let us pull apart. The first thing I did was clean myself. Then I went to my father's room. He was gone. Jack explained that my dad had left without a word. I told Jack it would probably be best if he left and he nodded. He gave me a hug and a kiss.
"I'm only a phone call away if you need me just call." He smiled and left.
I spent the rest of the night sitting on the couch waiting for my dad to return. Once it became the early hours of the morning I found myself falling asleep. I did my best to stay awake but it was a losing battle and before long the darkness overtook my mind.
In my dreams I was lost in a forest. I found a clearing and stumble into it. In the clearing I found three paths with three different statues marking them. One was of Jack, the middle my father, and the left was of Max. My father's statue stood tall and proud, polished to a bright shine. Max's statue seemed to be in disrepair, pieces of it were missing. Jack's statue didn't seem to be made of stone at all. I put my hand to it and found it to be warm to the touch and soft.
I was confused and felt lost. I couldn't decide which path to take. The path of my father seemed long abandoned despite the statue being in such good condition. The path of Max was brightly lit and comforting but also somehow lonely. The path of Jack seemed darker yet not as lonely. None of it made sense.
I woke up in a sweat. It was late in the afternoon. I pulled the blanket off myself, realizing my dad must've put it on me. That thought made me smile as I made my way up to his room. I found a note on his door.
Champ,
We'll be having dinner together tonight. I have to take care of somethings today but I'll be home in the evening. Please bring your friend from last night with you. I'd like to meet him properly and there's obviously alot the three of us need to talk about.
I couldn't tell if he was angry or not, knowing my dad it could be either. I called Jack and let him know. He said he'd be over in a couple of hours. I sat on my bed and tried to figure out how I was going to explain things to my dad.