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Hi. My name is Benjamin Roth. Benjamin Bartholomew Roth III in full. I'm a twelve year old, 98 pound, four and a half foot tall gray husky and wolf mix. I'll even admit that maybe I'm a little on the heavy side, though I'm told it just makes me look cute. Son of Ricardo and Jan Roth, holders of one of the largest companies on the continent, Roth International. Named after my great grandfather Benjamin Roth II. Michael said that since I'm going to be president of R.I. someday that I should get in a habit of writing things down. Michael is pretty smart about things, so I'm starting this diary. Oh, Michael's my caretaker, guardian, by the way.

They say a diary is where you can really be yourself. I suppose that's true. I was afraid at first of what people might think if someone found it and really found out about me. But on the other hand, it is who I am. So.

I get a lot of my looks from my dad, he's a full husky. Like me he's gray with white underfur. He's got a fluffy tail like every other husky too. He's a smooth talker and very social. He has all the friends and connections that someone in business needs to succeed. He's pretty smart too, but not nearly the strategic thinking that mom has. He dresses sharply, fashionable suits and ties, tweed and twill. Cardigan pullovers. And his underwear is usually snug boxer briefs with fun pictures on them. Usually has a Gatsby hat on when schmoozing on the golf course. Very smart looking stuff. I guess you can say I also have his fashion sense though I like pullover hoodies as well. It gets me laughed at behind my back at school but why shouldn't I look fashionable?

My mom's full wolf. Full shaggy gray fur, tall and lithe. I think I get my smarts from her. By the age of one I was already talking in full sentences and by two I was starting to read. I get my digitigrade foot paws from her. Which I think they're big and funny looking, I'm rather embarrassed by them no matter how much mom told me they were alright. Mom is, to me at least, incredibly intelligent. She grew up on a plantation and being an only child learned everything about its running from her father. She handles most of the business details and lawyers and such while dad's the 'face' of the corporation and outlines the deals. I couldn't imagine a better team to dominate the industrial world like they have. She's very much someone from the country at heart still, wearing button up shirts and blue jeans and work boots mostly. Although her collection of dinner dresses has been slowly expanding as R.I. grows.

I used to live in a big city, the capital of the Hershford Bloc, Birah. My dad believes in keeping the reigns of business close in hand though and since it's hard to get heavy industry permits close to the capital we moved to the outer provinces. Factories can be built a lot cheaper out here, see. Galawan to be precise. The move was easy enough but there's been a lot of changes. For one, we got a lot bigger house and more house employees. I had to enroll in a public school since there's no private ones around. Not that I mind. I'd rather put up with the snubs and bullying of the rest of em in a public school again than have to put up with the high-class snobbery and back-stabbing that happens at the private schools. Besides, it keeps me close to home for when I get the rare chance to see dad or mom. Yeah, I don't get to see them much really any more. Kind of sad, but they're entitled to what makes them happy, and after all the years it took to get R.I. off the ground I'm happy to see my parents enjoying themselves. But that doesn't bother me too much, I have Michael. In fact not much bothers me if I get to be around him.

So, who is Michael you ask? Like I said, he's my guardian. As dad and mom got less and less time with me and I got older they hired him as their secretary. Maybe more like a live-in assistant and housekeeper. He has good business sense though and he helped broker a few contracts that got R.I. from off the ground to being an upstart player. But pretty soon his job mostly concerned taking care of me. So he lives here with me and signs school papers and generally keeps an eye on me along with running the house. The only thing though, is he doesn't know how much I keep an eye on him too. Why you ask? Well, he's an absolute hunk.

He's a big, strong, otter-fox hybrid. Overall he looks like a fox with a thick, prehensile, otter tail and a thicker and broader muzzle than usual for a fox. Tan with white underfur that's so smooth and thick it makes him look like a walking caramel milkshake. That rich and lush, spotlessly groomed, coat lays over a muscular frame. Not ripped mind you, sensible, yet incredibly strong. He once man-handled a twenty foot Christmas tree into place and occasionally works out by lifting the car. No joke! Somehow he packs enormous strength in his average looking frame, more than you'd expect. Something like six and a half feet tall and hazel eyes. Besides being a rare hybrid he has partially webbed fingers, I used to play with those a lot when really young, he was so different! His voice too a deep silky resonating affair. As head of the house staff he usually wears a white dress shirt and black slacks and jacket with perfectly polished black shoes. On his days off though he usually can be found in cargo shorts and t-shirts and sneakers looking like a regular guy. I remember being rocked to sleep by him and let me tell you, his warmth and softness and strength are everything a kid needs to know he's safe.

As you might have guessed by now, I'm gay. How can someone as young as me know something like that? It's something that I just know. It could be too by how much I liked guys changing me when I was just a cub. Seriously, mom said even when I was just real little I wouldn't like being changed even by her. I liked guys. I even remember soiling myself just to feel dad or Michael touching me again. But when dad's company really got going dad couldn't look after me as much. Even mom was gone with dad to dinners and receptions and doing all sorts of business things. All I had was Michael. All I have now really is Michael. And I want him to be more than just my care-taker.

Why not someone my own age? Psh. You should see how dumb kids are at school. I just can't see how the most popular singer or video show is more important than what's going on in the world around us. They chase from fad to fad with no self control. That and how they treat me. They always make fun of how I dress, just because I want to look nice. I shouldn't and won't dress like a ghetto reject just to try and fit in and play the popularity game. Like they would show me any friendship if I did anyway. I'm from a rich family, so I'll always be a 'snob' to them no matter how nice I am. And some are afraid to associate with me because my family employs theirs. Someone my age that's nice? I think even then it would be too late. Michael... Well, I've known him almost my whole life. He's more father and friend to me than anyone else. He's been through everything with me. He's been there for comfort, come to my teacher's meetings, read me stories at night, baked me cookies, helped with homework. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents dearly, but when it comes to picking someone to love for your life, you can't do better than Michael.

For a long time now I've admired Michael in secret. I've always known it was a long shot for anything to happen between us but a couple weeks ago I found out something that might give me a chance. I discovered he was gay too. I'd been sneaking into his room every once in awhile when I knew he was out doing something else. This time he was in the shower when I cracked open his door. I was going to go peek in the bathroom to see if I could catch a glimpse of him in the bathroom or in the shower but at his desk I saw his computer open and screen on. I went over and nearly peed myself, I'd never thought I'd ever find what I saw there. It was a graphic picture of two adult men doing some things that I'd often daydreamed of doing with Michael. My paw trembled as I clicked through a couple more of the gallery, thinking it might be a fluke. But there were more. A lot more. It seemed he liked looking at the same kind of stuff that I did. I'm embarrassed to admit that my cock rose from my sheath, leaving a sopping wet spot against the front of my pants as I took it all in. I could see myself in the bottom position in each picture, my mind showing me unbidden what it could look like. Don't you understand? That could be ME beneath him! I heard the water stop so quickly paged back to the first picture and quietly retreated, my heart racing. I couldn't believe it. He was gay. Every time I've seen him since then (that's every day!) I've had a hard time. He's asked a lot why I'm blushing and shy all of a sudden around him. Right, like I can tell him I'm getting a stiffy just looking at him! Every day, things are getting worse. I can smell him a lot better now, the rich male scent that surrounds him, and when I do I can feel myself get warm down there. My paws want to feel his fur against their pads again. I want him ten times more now. There's still the problem of me being a kid, but I think I might be able to convince him. I hope. Tonight I'm going to try something. Between my laughably easy school homework and Michael's tutoring in business I've been scouring the 'net and reading a lot about guys and how to make them feel good. It's Monday, the start of Michael's weekend, he always sleeps heavily when he doesn't have any duties in the morning and usually sleeps in past his usual time. I want to sneak into his room and suck him off. I want to see if I can do it. I'm really scared of being caught. I'm terrified that he'll leave if he finds out, it would break my heart to lose him. But on the other hand I want him so badly I can't stand it. I'm torn but I've got to try.

Guess what? I DID IT! I can't believe it happened. It went so fast, it was incredible. I can feel it in me, I drank it all. It's like being filled with glowing warmth. There's nothing like it, I don't even know how to write about it. More later, I'm going to just curl up and sleep it off.

God, I can't say how good it was. My stomach is still fluttering like a butterfly. I'll tell you this though, I'm definitely going to do that again. I don't care what happens, I want it. I need it. Last night I went to bed after finishing my daily chapter in Advanced Business Economics like I always do. Though I didn't fall asleep, I had to wait for Michael to go to bed. When I first came up with the idea of sneaking into his room I didn't know if I'd be able to tell when he'd gone to sleep, the house is pretty large and my room is on the second floor like dad and mom's while Michael's on the first floor. But I found that Michael takes a shower before bed, and I could hear the water running well enough. I lay there for what seemed like hours listening, ears straining, before I caught the faint sound of the shower on in his bathroom. I waited as patiently as I could, the minutes passing with painful slowness. Then finally when I heard the water stop I hopped back out of bed. I slipped off my pajamas and boxers as quietly as I could, I didn't want any chance of clothing getting snagged on something and leaving evidence behind. Already I felt my pulse quicken, trying to move slowly in case Michael stayed up a bit longer than I estimated, but it wasn't long and I was starting down the stairs in my bare paws. I crept very slowly, thankful for the thick carpet muffling my footsteps as I went. I turned left down the hall and stopped to listen next to Michael's door, back against the wall. Nothing. So I reached out and turned the knob. Being a secure neighborhood it wasn't locked and it silently swung back with a gentle push. There across the room I could just make out the outline of his body, laying fast asleep in the starlight from his window. My heart started to pound as I moved forward, every little sound, even my hind paws on the carpet, seemed like a roaring cataclysm that would wake him at any moment. The room was full of his otter-fox scent and the closer I got the stronger it grew. I could feel my loins swell up; my cock soon painfully hard and wet. Moment by moment I became more aware of the thumping of my heartbeat and loud rushing of blood in my ears. I wondered if my juvenile pre-cum would give me away. It was dripping bit by bit, so powerful was his presence. Thankfully my leaking was fairly light; I couldn't have stopped now even if I wanted to. He was so close. I could see his breathing as he lay there on his side, arms around his pillow. I felt a wave of jealousy well up at that pillow. But I couldn't risk taking its place, not now.

Michael looked so peaceful, occasionally letting out a soft snore. Seeing him completely naked close up for the first time took my breath away, only to return suddenly as shallow pants that I had to keep quiet out of fear. Just like I'd always imagined, Michael's fur was pure white from his throat down his chest, chest tuft too, down his belly and inner thighs. My gaze coming to his crotch I gasped. There between his resting legs I saw the fuzzy white furred sheath that I'd read and dreamed about. I'd learned that otter-fox hybrids don't have a huge cock, and they were right, but it was plump and covered in a thickly furred sheath, big fuzzy white balls below it. At the tip of his sheath in the center was a patch of supple black skin and a moist pinkish slit, surrounded by a white ruff. It felt like his scent was stronger than ever, intoxicating, drawing me closer. I had to have it! Obeying my instincts I climbed up on the bed and went to my knees. God his scent was so strong! My nose was mesmerized, following the pull of it to his fur. My nose pad quivered, paws shaking as I hovered mere inches from his body, sniffing the air. I was paralyzed for long moments, his warmth a palpable thing as it radiated from him and washed over my muzzle. With a strangled gasp I continued downwards towards his crotch. It felt like iron bands were squeezing at my chest, it was so hard to breathe and I could have sworn I was going to implode in anticipation. Finally, there it was, his sheath right in front of my muzzle, tucked between Michael's fuzzy white thighs. It's scent electric, thick, musky, male. It made every hair of fur on my body tingle with every labored pant. Taking a final breath I extended my tongue and licked.

Ecstasy. Pure, unbridled, ecstasy. It was one of those moments when you know that this is what you need. Where you know you've been right all along. When you know you've found that missing piece of yourself. Everything was right about this, everything was as it should be with me kneeling with muzzle between his legs. I licked again, then again. He was partially curled up on the bed so I had to push my head between his legs to get at more of his sheath, confining me between his belly and thighs. The sensation was incredible, his warm fur above and below and to the sides like that, his scent all around me. I was gentle, going carefully lest he wake. All I know was how good it felt and how much I wanted it.

There in the center of that warm soft skin was his slit, that stretchy soft slit that would expand and slide back along his cock if it should come out. That slit had been a little wet with his sheath goo, a sweet warm fluid that had a hint of almond in it, everything like the tutorial said he would have. I felt my ears go back, rubbing against his furry thigh above me as I worked at him. Then I heard him moan softly, making my heart skip a beat. Everything was going so fast, my lust for his body uncontrollable.

I gripped his sheath as deep as I could in my mouth. I rolled his sheath skin and fur with my tongue, feeling it stick to my flesh until my spit moistened it. Squeezed it, the sensation of Michael's warmth in my 12 year old muzzle making me tingle again all over as my nose deep between his legs grew even more intoxicated with Michael's crotch musk. I stroked his sheath with my lips and teeth, pulling my teeth through his fur, then loosened, going back down his sheath and gripping again, slowly pulling my teeth back again along the fur of the fleshy barrel. I could feel his cock go firm inside as it began to swell up. The motion of the next pull squeezed out some more of his male goo and I had to stop for a moment because the strength of the taste was overwhelming my senses. He moaned louder, squirming. I froze, frightened that I'd awakened him. But then he started panting softly, relaxing. I felt my cheeks burn, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he was dreaming of me. So I slowly squeezed his sheath tight against the roof of my muzzle and sucked, using my tongue to lick over his slit at the front. That must have felt REALLY good because suddenly it all spilled out into my mouth.

Let me say that it was an incredible experience having his cock in my muzzle, better than I'd ever dreamed of it being. Though I nearly fumbled it. His shaft shot out at surprising speed, his thick flare poking me in the back of the throat and making me choke so hard my eyes watered. I had to pull off his sheath to accommodate his sex, trying to keep quiet and clear my airway. After that though it went pretty easy. He was slick, honey-sweet and musky almond just as I expected. I slid him in deeper again, his cock so warm and alive. I welcomed it, squeezed it inside my muzzle to keep it warm and safe and wet, surrounding it with my body as my tongue explored it. I can still hardly believe I was there with Michael's dick in my mouth! It was so smooth, all gentle curves and a few vein bumps as I pushed my tongue along it's plump length. I wound my tongue around his flare. It was a broad fleshy flattened dome shape with a sharp edge that then curved down to a slightly narrower neck before expanding back out to its full diameter. I pulled my tongue tip back to the front of his blunt flare and licked over it, finding a slit offset slightly to the bottom, this I quickly learned dripped and oozed a most delicious goo. Enthralled, I slowly licked up each drop as it formed at the slit, each one rolling like a golden warm ray of sunshine over my tongue. Then I felt him tense, gripping his pillow hard. Then his hips began to thrust erratically. They were muted by slumber, but still powerful, quickly rubbing his fully expanded flare along my gums and cheeks and flesh ribbon. I tried to move with him but being so erratic it was nearly impossible. So I hunkered down, bracing myself as best as I could on the bed and let him hump my mouth, getting my muzzle front banged by his soft sheath and mussing my whiskers with his sheath lube. I closed my eyes, doing my best not to nip him, swallowing squirt after squirt of otter-fox pre-cum. I could feel my jaws getting a bit sore but I didn't care how long it took, I was determined to have him finish in me.

And I don't know exactly how long it took. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours. I was lost in the moment, accepting Michael's strong thrusts into my muzzle. I could hear his thick otter tail squirm and thump on the bed sheets, his hips and side rustling the cloth as he unknowingly mated me. It was wonderful, my muzzle tingling from the smooth, warm, shaft moving inside it. I did know when he came though. He let out a soft grunt, and suddenly his pants changing from quiet to very loud. His dick had swollen even more and then I felt it spasm along my tongue and the thickest, richest, hottest fluid yet burst into my maw. The sensation of the gushes surging inside his dick down the center of my tongue to burst out over my tonsils and paint them white in his seed...wow. I can't even describe it properly. I felt my cheeks turn red as my eyes watered trying not to choke on his thick semen. There was so much of it! It kept coming and coming, and to be honest I didn't want it to ever end. I felt him push every bit of his sex he could into me, the throbbing rod stiff as rock as it emptied his balls straight down my throat. His whole body trembled, I could feel Michael's heartbeat through his cock and if anything it felt like it was pounding every bit as hard as mine was. I shivered, not even realizing I was climaxing with him, my own cum spurting over his sheets as I drank all of his precious semen. Greedily I sucked for more, determined to milk him dry, to take everything he had no matter how my muzzle filled or made me choke. And I was absolutely swimming in it. My teeth, my gums, my tongue, my cheeks inside, I could feel his cum coating everything, his taste so heavenly strong. A drug that absorbed right into my flesh. After what seemed like minutes his spurts finally slacked and slowed, his pants and grunts slowing too. Then with a great wuff of air from his lungs he quieted. Michael's dick stayed hard for some time but it finally started to shrink and slide back into his sheath. I let it go, giving it a final, deep, kiss before pulling my head back.

It took me awhile to calm down. There I was, only twelve years old and I'd just done the impossible. I'd just sucked off Michael and he didn't even know it. My head swam as I licked his cum from my lips again and again, still hazy in the head from the experience. When I finally noticed the mess I'd made on the sheets and around Michael's sheath I nearly panicked. I thought frantically of what to do but instinct saved me again. Compelled, I bent down and went to work, quickly licking up his cum from his own sheath and balls, cleaning his fur with my tongue. I must admit that it took a great deal of willpower to pull away from his body, it took me a few tries to stop licking him. When I finally did pull free of slurping his balls and sheath I turned to the sheets and lapped up my own seed. I'd never done that before, finding me to be tangy and salty, not nearly as good as the smooth sweetish flavored cum still everywhere inside my mouth. It took only a minute to lap up everything and there was only a damp spot on the bed left. I got up and trying not to stagger made my way to the door, I stopped to take one last look at him. Michael was sleeping soundly again, snoring more vocally and looking so much more relaxed than before. Maybe he had enjoyed it more than I thought, even if he were asleep.

As I headed back upstairs to my room I felt as if I were floating. My muzzle, my throat, my whole body seemed to glow at carrying his warmth with me. I could feel it inside, I swear I could, it felt like a part of him were becoming part of me. And that is a great feeling. I barely remember making the previous note in my journal before passing out in my own bed. I was exhausted from the experience and just dropped off. Of course my muzzle was very sore this morning, my jaw felt like it'd been chewing gum for a day straight. But it was so worth it! Before school I saw and talked with Michael. After last night I think he turns me on even more now, I got a raging stiffy in my pants and leaked rather heavily, but I covered it up with my coat. He seemed to have a spring in his step too. I wanted to ask him about it but, well, he isn't stupid. The really good news is that he didn't say a word to let on that he'd even been aware of my presence that night. And now, I'm not as scared. I'm going to try again, soon.