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No one has ever said how addictive otterfoxes are. Seriously! Not once were otterfoxes mentioned in all of the health or social classes I've been through in school, not ONCE. Here I am though, I'm to the point that I'd almost do anything for one more taste of him, every moment I'm around Michael I'm fighting to keep myself from pouncing his crotch. I can't stay away from him either. I guess it might be masochistic of me to shadow him everywhere just to have to stop myself from flinging myself at him. And I might be starting to drive Michael a bit crazy. The past week I've been making every excuse I can to be around him, just so I can at least have his scent. Yesterday though I think I really unnerved him, my mom surprised me by calling to say she was down at one of the industrial complexes and wanted me to come over for lunch. As Michael drove me over to see mom I couldn't help trying to sneak glimpses of him. I must have been staring longer than I thought though because he gave me a funny look and asked why I'd been acting crazy lately. I didn't say much to him after that but I ached to say it's his fault for being so sexy! So I had to try to pretend that I was interested in the scenery for the rest of the drive while my instincts were raging inside to just reach over and squeeze his crotch. Alright, alright, it was more like I wanted to unzip his fly and bury my nose in it so I could get some good licks at him.

Thankfully Michael drives a custom Midea Midnight Mk 8. It's a tricked out muscle showpiece, low slung, solid with smooth lines; otter sleek like him. Bright chrome rims and it has a superb night-sky paint job, blackish blue with flecks of silver and gold that sparkle in the slightest bit of light. The thing is wicked fast so I didn't have to spend forever trapped next to him and not able to satisfy my nagging instincts. The car though didn't compare to Michael himself. When he picked me up after school he was stunning, leaning against his car wearing wearing sunglasses, a brilliantly white dress shirt and dark slacks, shoes a classy black that shined like onyx in the bright afternoon sun. Matters were made worse when he got in, right as he was sitting down into the plush black leather driver's seat I got a good close look at his ass. It was so TIGHT! Even clothed his muscles rippled. And god, that thick otter tail sprouting out from under his tail button-over. He made my heart leap into my throat and I swear he made me sprain my willy it shot out so hard. That's okay though. I'm going to get him back. It's his weekend again, and I can hear his shower running right now. Oh yes, he will pay, and one day I'll be under that hard, sculpted ass of his.

So while I'm waiting. Like I said right before I got distracted, Michael picked me up from school. He and his car drew quite a few looks. Envious ones to be sure. I'd never ridden in his car with him before and despite the HUGE distraction Michael was I did rather enjoy the drive to the steelworks. The area's pretty rural out here and there's a lot of high pine forest not far from Galawan. You come around the tip of one mountain range about thirty miles away and on the other side there's a huge railroad hub in the ancient forests and a web of rails running up the valley along the still pristine river to a massive iron mine that has dozens of tunnels that stretch for hundreds of miles under the mountains. They feed raw ore into a large complex of refinerys at the head of the valley which in turn feed steel mills in the middle that produce all sorts of bulk metal products. This is the might of Roth International. There's at least a dozen complexes like this, all producing various metals and chemicals and plastics. We even take a percentage of the materials and make finished products ourselves, mostly heavy machinery and structural components. Pristine? Heavy industry? Yeah, R.I. Doesn't believe in abusing resources and all dad and mom's operations run squeaky clean compared to the smaller and less well funded mines and plants that had been there before.

In my sessions with Michael after school I've learned that vertical monopolies have been controversial in the marketplace for quite some time. R.I. Avoids most of that though because we don't wholly own all the subcontracts of the mining and milling. R.I.'s genius is that although there's a solid core of everything that we own wholly, it's also a framework that other companies can contract with for access to the rest of the companies under R.I. dad and mom manages the contracts and make sure that materials and goods flow freely between all the companies involved. I think the term for the framework would be more like a co-op than a monolithic company. Contracting with R.I. Though means that you're bound a bit more tightly than a co-op. That way it's harder for a company to go against dad and mom. Fortunately they don't have to flex contractual muscles too often, it's been working well enough so far for everyone involved.

Seeing mom was great, she's been busy with dad negotiating the mineral rights to a new area being developed in the west. They've both been gone a couple months now and it was awesome to catch up with her. She also talked with me a lot about starting to learn the business like she did when she was young. I was ready for that though and I think I impressed her showing her some production and market forecasts I'd been working on with Michael during our tutoring sessions.

Wait, I hear the water stopping. I'll be back later.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I...I really did it this time. Only the second time and I already blew it. He looked shocked, and...I don't know what he's going to do. Oh god. What if he leaves? What if... I don't know. What am I going to do? What... I'm

Okay. Deep breath. I should start where I left off. I got undressed as soon as I thought he'd fallen asleep and crept downstairs like last time. My heart was thumping hard as I cracked his door open to see if he was really asleep, peeking in down low to hopefully avoid detection if he wasn't. The room was silent and dark, and luck was with me. Across the room I could see him on his bed, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in the slow regular tempo of slumber. This time as I came up beside his bed I noticed that he was on his back, sprawled out. His muzzle moved slowly with his breaths, opening and closing slightly. My god he looked so handsome. Even though his fur was freshly showered and still slightly damp I could detect his otterfox musk. That godly scent teased at my twelve year old nose, making it tingle. I was drawn up onto the bed.

Despite how much Michael deserved it for being so sexy or how much I wanted it I didn't pounce his sheath right away. No matter how many times I'd pawwed myself off to the only Playfox article and photos in existence of otterfoxes, Michael was someone special to me. And anyone as special as Michael deserved a bit of time and consideration. As I knelt there beside him I felt my heart flutter. Not even a sheet covered him and he lay fully exposed. His body was a work of art and I ached to press mine against it, but this wasn't just about me. I still didn't know what might make him feel as good as he made me feel, but I was determined to try. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, building my nerve up. When I opened them again I did so slowly, concentrating on his face. Michael's muzzle looked so strong and peaceful, covered with his caramel fur, solidly built. I decided to start there. I leaned close to sniff at it and his minty fresh just-brushed breath, my own muzzle slightly open. I very nearly kissed him but at the last moment I drew back, afraid of waking him. Sitting there on my furry gray and white haunches I closed my eyes once more, taking another deep breath which wasn't all that helpful because of his scent that saturated the air. Very slowly I opened my eyes, looking at his body, taking it in. If only he were mine! I wouldn't have to hold anything back. I could pounce him and bury my paws in his fur and squeeze him and rub myself all over him. But, that wasn't the case yet. Since it was dangerous close to his muzzle I reached out and laid my paw in the patch of thicker poofy softer fur between his pecs. I'd remembered it being a perfect pillow for a nap when younger. Shivers shot up my arm when I felt his heart steadily thumping beneath my paw, curled my fingers through it, scritching very gently over his chest. But his quiet otterfox breaths quickened and I froze, my hand trembling as I tried not to make any sudden movement, pulling back slowly; as soon as I did I felt a pang, missing already the feel of his fur against my pads. I watched to see if I'd awakened him but the rest of his body remained relaxed and limp, muzzle hanging open some but snore-less.

Satisfied that he hadn't been disturbed by my paws they returned to Michael's body, going lower over his belly which was a little rounded but his abs still defined. They explored of their own accord. Sliding along his body, ruffling the soft warm fur of his thighs and flanks with their thick layers of muscle. It pleased me to see him smile and let out a quiet wuff of pleasure. Petting his belly sides made one of his hind paws twitch and his pink tongue slurp into the air a few times from my touch which made me grin. As I neared his crotch my sheath began swelling moment by moment and as soon as my gaze came to rest on the object of my desires I felt myself slip out a bit. So what, so what if I can't resist his package? Clearly visible in the low light his furry white sheath and balls lay exposed; the red shaft that I'd daydreamed of so many times still hidden inside. To get a better look I carefully moved so I was now kneeling between his spread legs. He didn't twitch a muscle at all so I very gently laid my fingertips on the furry orbs. So warm to the touch. Firm, full, I imagined, of his white cream. The thought of me being here and Michael not even knowing I was molesting him made my cheeks burn and sent tingles down my spine and tail. Who would have ever thought it would be the boy molesting the adult?

I rubbed my paws flat on the crotch fur beside Michael's sheath, moving closer and closer and finally rubbing the sides of my paws along his sheath flanks. As soon as I touched the points where Michael's sheath joined his crotch skin the plump sheath's slit expanded, his glistening fleshy head slipping out an inch and exposing itself to the spring night air. Still I didn't touch his cock itself, teasing myself, swallowing some drool and growing harder between my own legs as I played with him. His sheath was so soft. So very warm. He especially seemed to like having the belly of it stroked because each time I did his legs spread reflexively and more of his cock revealed itself. When I squeezed the thick fur and flesh of his sheath front around this cock it pushed out and swelled even more. By the time I'd coaxed it out fully I was panting heavily, mouth wide open to keep as quiet as I could. Even in the dim starlight coming through the window I could see the thin red arteries and thicker vein bumps below the wet translucent skin that covered Michael's dick. The scent of the sheath lubricant covering his sex rolled off it, filled the air and made my nose want to bury itself in it. So powerful was the impulse the smells triggered I hardly even noticed the mess my canine cock was making on the sheets and mattress. I couldn't wait any longer.

The moment I moved to lean down I felt like I was physically pulled down to his shaft; my tongue extending from my muzzle of its own will. At that moment I realized that it didn't matter how rich or powerful I became, I knew I'd always be vulnerable and powerless to resist Michael. My whole body shook as my flesh connected with his, the same almond sweet taste as before flooded my senses, making my paws on the sheets to either side of his hips grip the bed tightly. Slowly and methodically I licked his shaft clean of the sheath honey coating it. My ears flat back, there was nothing I could do but continue. Glued to his crotch, slurping gently and rapidly over every bit of his seven inch shaft. The heat of it... I can still feel it throbbing against my pre-teen flesh as my tongue ran along it, wrapped around his warm pinkish red shaft, pulled upwards along it. Whenever a bead of his pre-cum would form I would make sure I was there to catch it, slurp over the broad blunt flare of his otterfox dick and smear his pre along my tongue so not a single drop would be wasted. His cock was just as it felt last time, a broad shield-like flare with a sharp fleshy edge that narrowed and then swelled back up to its full size. When Michael was good and panting I pursed my lips firmly and centered his flare on them and then pushed over his cock, forcing his flare to compress down and hopefully feel like it was going into a tight wet hole. It must have worked because he shoved upwards with a soft growl wuff, the flare deep inside me loosed a burst of warm wet pre-cum that splashed over my cheeks. My body shivered in bliss, finally getting what I needed.

There still isn't any way I can think of to describe Michael's cock in my body. I slid up and down the wet hard hot dick with my muzzle, burying it over and over against the back of my throat, eagerly squeezing it with my tongue against the roof of my muzzle and suckling at it, letting the warm flow of his sweet almond pre-cum run over the back of my tongue and down my throat. Michael was starting to make more regular thrusts upwards in his sleep and I relaxed, hanging onto the bedsheets for the ride as he went at me. Have you ever ridden a two hundred pound bucking otterfox with your muzzle? I highly recommend it. But not mine, get your own. His humps grew more and more powerful like last time but then something unexpected happened. His paws suddenly grabbed my head. I tried to jerk back in shock but I was no match for the power of his grip. The fear that he'd awakened was quickly laid to rest with a look up. His eyes were still closed and tongue was lolling with his movements in what must have been extreme pleasure as he happily fucked my muzzle in his sleep. I relaxed again, closing my own eyes and concentrated on giving him the best sex I could. This time I felt that it wouldn't take long, my foreplay had evidently been pretty good, which made me blush. He bucked and heaved, the pants from his open muzzle very loud. Michael's breaths came faster and faster his fingers squeezing almost painfully tight on the back of my head fur I was fully primed, hard as a rock myself as the thick cock filling my muzzle spasmed.

There was no way I could limit the power of his climax this time, I couldn't pull back, his strong paws held my muzzle front flush with his sheath as his cum forced its way into my muzzle and down my throat. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, trying not to splutter too loudly. My tongue pinned beneath the swollen cock that filled me cheek to cheek could feel each wave travel down inside, over and over as I tried my best not to choke, gasping for air when I could. One thing I learned quickly was that if I relaxed my throat I could let each pump of cream shoot straight down to my stomach. I still caught a blast now and again at the right moment, making it back surge over my tongue and ooze out around my lips clasped at his base. I could feel the heat of the white cream seeping out making my whiskers sticky and mess his sheath fur. All of that may sound like it was uncomfortable but in reality it felt really, really good. I nuzzled deeper into his crotch, burying my nose as best I could in his fur, sucking in lungfuls of his scent, squeezing tight with my mouth as each spurt passed through my lips to suck on his whole cock as he came, encourage him, wanting to suck out more of his delicious male cream. I knew that I was cumming too, my seed squirting all over the sheets between his legs, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the hot shaft in me. Michael's body shivered, squirmed, he let out a loud WUFF of pleasure as his body beneath me let out a final convulsion and then suddenly went quiet except for some soft panting. The grip on my head lessened and I reluctantly, slowly, pulled off. Ropes and streamers of goo connected his firm sex to my muzzle and I licked them up with my cream covered tongue before collapsing headfirst into his crotch fur.

Before I could clean up I had to rest. Michael had completely exhausted me. The glow spreading from the otterfox cream pooled inside was intense. I was laying there on his crotch, running my tongue along his still firm dick. I had a goofy look on my cum soaked face I'm sure as I lay there. Idly I was lapping at dribbles and rivulets of his semen that still ran down from the leaking blunt tip. Even my ears felt like they were exhausted, so limp were they laying atop my head. Then. Then my heart stopped cold. Because I was looking into his very awake, very open eyes. He looked confused. Like he was trying to figure out what was going on. My chest suddenly felt like it had caught fire, unable to breathe. There was only one thing I could think of to do. So I ran. I bolted for the door, almost yelping when I tripped on the stairs rushing up to my room. I dove into bed and wrapped the sheets around me. Shivering uncontrollably I... I didn't know what to expect. Would he burst into my room? Would he yell at me? My muzzle was still dripping with his cum and I hurriedly slurped it up as I waited. But the house remained silent. The whole night. I didn't sleep, I couldn't, haven't, slept all night. I haven't seen him yet today, and I'm the most scared I've ever been. I wish I knew what was going to happen now. I wish... No, I'm glad I went to his room last night. Just... I wish I wouldn't have woke him up. I can't even eat breakfast. My stomach is knotted up so badly, it feels like it's trying to turn itself inside out. How can I face him? What am I

"Benjamin, are you alright?"

Benjamin looked up from his portable computer's screen just to see Michael walking into the kitchen, dressed very business-like as usual. He quickly put his head back down, paws motionless on the keyboard now. The day outside was gorgeous; spring had come and the sun was bright, a breeze puffing through the screens that covered the open patio doors behind the kitchen table. The otterfox was leaning back against the bar that separated the dining room from a food preparation area. He looked a bit pensive, triangular fox ears flicking back for a moment seeing how downcast Benjamin was. The boy was sitting at the kitchen table in front of his computer with untouched cereal and milk nearby. The young husky nodded, his own ears flat back and cheeks wet. He wasn't able to look up at Michael.

"May I have a seat?"

Another nod.

Michael pulled out one of the chairs from beneath the table and sat on it. His tone was thoughtful as he continued. "I see now why you've been acting so strangely the past few weeks." He went quiet. The house was silent, outside the broad kitchen windows only the sound of leaves rustling could be heard, the warm breeze making the perimeter trees sway. It was a whole minute before he spoke again, continuing quietly. "I never thought you'd be gay."

Ben sniffed, a little surprised, this wasn't the tirade he'd expected. Still he had to hold back bile from his knotted stomach, taking a moment to reply. "I, I...n...never expected you to be either, M...Michael."

The husky still didn't look up but Michael saw the boy wipe his eyes and damp cheeks. He was taken aback by the knowledge the boy had discovered one of his better kept secrets. "How did you find out?"

Benjamin coughed, closing his laptop with a paw slowly before looking at the otterfox. "Your computer, you left it on one night while..." He hesitated, wondering if he should tell what he was doing. He decided honesty would be best despite how his stomach was crawling. "I was trying to get a look at you Michael. I snuck into your room once to watch you shower. I saw the pictures you left up on the screen one night. They...they were good ones too. I liked them."

That made Michael's ears and cheeks turn a shade of embarrassed pink. "You did?"

"You're mad at me, aren't you." Benjamin's eyes lowered again. His already flattened ears splaying even more pathetically.

Michael thought about that for a few moments. "A little."

"Only a little?"

Michael laid a paw on Ben's knee gently, the boy looking up at the otterfox with bloodshot eyes and still-damp cheeks. "I'm not mad at you for wanting to experiment. Everyone goes through that stage. What upsets me is that I would prefer to keep...those things for a mate or someone very serious about me. And Ben, do you realize the trouble you could've gotten me into?"

The boy winced like he'd been kicked in the gut "But that was ME, not YOU. You didn't do anything."

"But that was YOU with my semen all over his muzzle." Michael shot back. "What if someone had seen you? People around here aren't all that tolerant of homosexuals let alone...you being under age. One of my friends that visited last summer got roughed up pretty bad and he didn't do more than flirt jokingly with a local. I had to send the entire house staff home today just so I could talk to you about this. You've got to be careful."

"I...I guess. Are you going to leave now?" Ben stated bleakly, drooping.

"What?"

"You're going to leave the company because of this, aren't you." He held back a sob.

"I didn't say that now did I?"

"You're not going to quit after what I did to you then?"

"Why? There was no real harm done. I've spent a lot of time thinking things over this morning. I think I know what's going on, but I want to hear it from you. Why did you do this? We've known each other a long time, tell me what's on your mind, Ben."

The young husky sighed, staring down at the table. He wasn't able to look up or speak for a long time. Michael sat patiently, remaining silent and letting the boy take his time. Then with a quavering voice Benjamin looked up.

"Michael, you're all I have. Dad and mom, they're always gone. The kids at school, they all make fun of me or hate me for how I look, because I'm from a rich family, or they're scared of me."

"Ben..." This wasn't exactly what Michael had imagined it would be like.

"No, I've tried Michael. I've tried a lot to make friends." He shook his head, wiping a cheek with the back of his gray furry paw. "And know what? If they don't want to be friends, that's fine. I, I have you. I hope."

"I'm not a toy though, Ben. And neither is my heart." Michael said, gently. "What you did didn't seem very considerate of my feelings."

"I know! Why do you think...think I'm so worried?" Benjamin's ears pressed flat out of guilt. "I...I know. I'm sorry Michael. I shouldn't have done it without asking. But...you...you would have probably said no, though. I thought if I showed you. Showed you just how much I cared about you that, that it would make this easier. But I guess I wasn't thinking very clearly, was I?"

Seeing how pathetic Benjamin looked, face fur and cheeks mussed and how abjectly miserable the pre-adolecent looked, Michael's expression softened again. He remembered his own time growing up and feeling the first time the powerful attraction to other boys. "I can understand. You're just starting into puberty, a lot of new feelings and emotions..."

Ben sniffed. "Yeah. It's been really difficult, especially lately. But, one thing isn't new." Ben reached out and laid his paw over Michael's, a little thrill shooting up his arm as he looked deep into the otterfox's eyes, pads resting on Michael's caramel colored paw fur. "I love you. I've always loved you. And before you say I'm just confused or it's just a crush, it isn't just that. Michael, you know me better than even my own parents. You've always said I've made good choices, that I'm able to make my own choices. I want you to know, my choice is...you. This isn't a passing thing, it's always been this way."

Michael sat there, stunned, unable to move.

"You're no toy to me. I've known for a long time that I was gay. I've always wanted you to be mine. I just never knew how to say it. I...I still don't, really. I wanted it to be better than something like today, but here we are. I didn't even know until recently if I would have any chance at all to be with you. I got carried away."

"You've really given this thought? You know what would be asked and expected of you?" Michael's mind was racing. He was for a moment too stunned to remember that Benjamin was still a boy.

"Why do you think I've worked so hard for you? I wanted to show that I want nothing more than you and would be someone you can count on. It's why I study so hard for you, you're going to have someone who can provide for you. A home, a stable mate."

Michael's paw gently squeezed Ben's. He was quiet for a minute, looking back into the husky boy's eyes. Here he was with the pup he'd helped raise, he wrestled with himself over even considering getting involved with someone so young. He had to admit though that Benjamin would grow into a handsome young man. He blinked. Wasn't Benjamin more of an adult right now than any other twelve year old? He had often asked Ben to work as hard as he would have any adult in his studies of business. Ben's parents had expected him to act like an adult and they'd treated him like an adult for as long as Michael could remember. He couldn't really blame Benjamin now for wanting to receive the same privileges of choice as an adult. He felt his cheeks heat up again as his loins reminded him too of the boy's muzzle on his cock. No, Benjamin wasn't a child anymore, no matter how much he wanted to think of him as one. He couldn't. That realization took another minute to sink in, but when it did he felt as if struck by a thunderbolt. Here was a young man, interested, motivated, handsome, rational, ready to embark life at his side. Would it be right to turn down the love of this boy? Michael looked within himself too. The risks would still be tremendous, he would be placing his career and his very life in the paws of this boy. But the unwavering gaze of the husky told him that Ben was sincere. There was stirring in his heart, something he hadn't experienced in quite a long while. His eyebrows went up. "Well..."

"Don't want to be labeled a pedo?" Benjamin's ears fell back down. "Or you're seeing someone already?"

"No, no, not that. And not dating anyone at all, not in a long time. I'm surprised, very surprised by all this. I...I've never been involved with someone so young. I was going to say no, but you're right. You can choose. Why not? I'm...I'm willing to see where it goes."

"R, really?" Ben's ears perked up some.

Michael nodded.

It felt like a hundred sunrises had suddenly burst inside Ben's chest. He trembled, then after a moment's hesitation he pounced on Michael, coming out of his chair and wrapping his arms around the otterfox with a loud wuff of air from Michael's lungs. Pressing his face to the otterfox's chest he sobbed softly, unaware he was making a wet spot on his white shirt.

"Easy there, easy. I said yes..." Michael winced from the power of the boy's embrace squeezing around his ribs. But he hugged the shivering body pressed to his, amazed at how natural it felt, how right it was. "We're going to do this right though, no sneaking around. We're going to date, okay? You're agreeing to be an adult about this so we're going about it as adults."

Ben sniffed back happy tears, barely able to believe what was happening. He nodded and spoke quietly. "A...alright. He sat there, mind reeling. There were so many questions swirling around inside his skull, he didn't really know what to say. Do you think I could sleep with you, tonight? He finally managed."

Michael smiled a little. "We'll see about that. If we do though, no hanky-panky."

The husky took on a pout, but relented. "Oh, alright, but there's something I want right now."

"And that would be?"

"I'll settle for a kiss, for now. And you can use your tongue too, I won't mind." Benjamin said with a grin, some of his mischievousness coming back. He scooted over all the way onto Michael's lap and sat there, his muzzle a bare couple inches away from the otterfox's freshly brushed teeth hidden behind curtains of soft lips. And Michael didn't hesitate.

Benjamin may have been more adult than other boys, but his body was not. The young muzzle was softly furred, gray and white. His breath warm, gentle, as it wafted over Michael's larger nose pad. Michael slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ben's. That first touch was electric. He closed his eyes, pressing more firmly to the husky, arms going around the boy and hugging close. He hadn't expected it to feel so good. Those soft young lips made him tingle all over, all the way to his toes. Ben shivered at Michael's acceptance, opening his muzzle expectantly. There again Michael responded, already in synch with Benjamin's desires as his tongue reached out, passing through the young male's lips into the cave of warmth beyond. Michael was gentle, slow, sliding his tongue deep into the boy. He arched his flesh, rubbing it along the roof of Ben's muzzle that made the husky's body melt into his arms. He lapped several times, the boy's taste incredible. Better than any other before. He sighed, wuffing quietly into Benjamin's upturned muzzle front. Then slowly, very gently pulled back from the most memorable first kiss in his entire life. Ben didn't want him to stop, following upwards for a moment then as Michael pulled further away his tongue licking repeatedly with little touches at Michael's lips.

The otterfox was blushing beneath his fur as he looked into Benjamin's gray eyes. He tried not to pant from the experience. "How was that?"

Ben couldn't answer, just squeezing his paws into Michael's back fur.

"How's your muzzle by the way? Hope I wasn't too rough on you last night. I...well. I was pretty surprised to...um. See you there."

All Ben could do was sit there, mesmerized, lost in the otterfox's taste left inside his mouth. He ear perked realizing Michael was talking to him, eyes focusing on the otterfox's again. "After that...never better."

A chime sounded from Benjamin's wrist watch, breaking the moment.

"Oh crud. You better hurry Ben!"

"Do I have to go to school?" Benjamin squeezed against Michael again, giving the adult his best puppy-dog eyes. All Michael had to do was give Ben the 'you know better than that' look and the husky relented. "Oh fine, spoilsport." He hopped down from Michael's lap but not before stealing one more kiss from Michael's muzzle front, renewing the glow already pulsing through his body.

"You rascal!" Michael blushed.

Ben quickly stuffed his computer into the book bag hooked over the kitchen chair and pulled on his hoodie. "You'll be here after school, right?"

"Just like always. We'll talk more then, okay?"

"I can't wait." He tried to lean over for another kiss on the adult but got the jeans covering his fluffy husky rump swatted for the trouble.

"Go on, you!" Hurry! Michael laughed.

Benjamin laughed and ran for the front door. He still had a few minutes to reach his stop and he felt giddy as the door closed behind him with the click. His paws barely felt like they touched the ground, more like he floated the whole way down the long walk to the gate.