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Supplemental 1 - 'Scuse Me while I Kiss this Guy!

It had all started out a few mere days before Hanbei's departure, nearly two years ago.

Hanbei was here at the Koopa Manor today, busy picking up a few last things that he had left. Since he was Roy's best friend and definitely a regular guest, it was fine for the Manor to serve as his "second home". There was certainly not a shortage of space for him to store a number of things.

However, there was a bit of somberness and anxiety in the air. Mostly perpetuated by one 15 year old Bowser Koopa, Jr.

"Still can't believe you're trying to leave us, nii-chan!" Junior said, as he swatted a gnat that landed on the back of his green, spike-studded shell.

"It will only be for a few years, Junia-kou," Hanbei said calmly. "This was something that my adopted father and I had planned for a while. Now that I've finished up at Aubrey, the appropriate time has presented itself."

"But your place is here! We need you! Roy needs you! Hell...I need you!" the teenager stated in a jovial fashion.

"...You, your brother, and everyone else, will be just fine in my absence. Of this, I'm sure."

"...Seriously, nii-chan! I DO need you! I didn't quite account for the fact that you would be checkin' out now, when I signed up for the likes of AP Calculus months ago! You should've consulted me, or something! We needed to communicate~!"

Hanbei gave out a few amused chuckles, and then patted the younger man that was almost as tall as he was, on the top of his head gently.

"Calculus is not that difficult. Believe me. It's just another level to everything you've been taught before. You got through the AP levels of Algebra and Geometry just fine, remember?"

"Well, yeah...but that was because we had a system that worked! You broke down everything in a way that made SENSE! Keyword!"

Hanbei snickered again.

"Seriously! You probably have what it takes to be an awesome teacher, some day, nii-chan. And hell, isn't that what's in your future, any way, you being a History major graduate?" Junior continued.

"Well, that's ONE way, true. But the History major is actually a much more flexible field of study than it is given credit for. I could become a curator of a museum. Or a politican," Hanbei suggested.

"Yuck," Junior said, clearly not impressed.

"On the other hand, did you know that Conan O'Brien was a History graduate?"

"...Really?" Junior asked, unaware of this fact.

"Indeed," Hanbei confirmed.

"Well...I suppose History's demands for commanding of facts would go well with a comedic profession of sorts. Gots to know what you're talking about, so you can make of fun of it! Not that I could see you getting up in front of people like that, honestly," Junior smiled.

"Me either," Hanbei agreed. "But it only does more to showcase just the kind of variety the field presents. And it's only fitting for some like me, one who values his freedom. Surely, you can relate to such, right?"

"Yeah..." Junior nodded. "But getting back on track! The fact still remains that you're leaving me high and dry, for the approaching storm that is my upcoming Sophomore year!"

"Well, I guess it's okay for me to let you in on a secret, Junia-kou...I've already found for you who I consider to be a nice replacement in my absence," Hanbei grinned once more. "He will be taking over for me."

"Replacement?" Junior queried, with mock indignation. "...And just when you were planning on running THAT across me?"

"...Because I knew you would be resistant at first, if not outright bull-headed as the horns on your head suggest? Today."

Hanbei then checked his watch, and then gestured for Junior to follow him towards the front door.

"Wait...! He's coming here...? TODAY?!" Junior asked with increasing concern.

"Indeed...in about another few minutes, no less," Hanbei remained ever calm.

Various thoughts ran through Junior's mind. The nerve of Hanbei, doing all this under the table stuff, when it would directly concern his GPA. And without even consulting him! Then he was going to be bringing some one new to the table, that he did not know from Adam.

Needless to say, the more he thought about it, the more he was not liking the idea. Hanbei was practically setting him on a blind date, for all intents and purposes. And Junior hated the idea of that, as well. Too impersonal.

It was then, that the doorbell to the Koopa Manor rang.

Knowing that this was to be the one that was going to be his new tutor, Junior wanted to give him the once over, immediately. After all, a first impression was everything, right? He could at least do well to size up what he was going to possibly work with until possibly the end of his High School career.

He then opened the door, and his eyes could not quite register the sight that beheld his eyes, at first. For before him, stood possibly what could be considered the most outright striking specimen on two legs he had ever seen.

It was a Persian male, about 5'11" in height. He had luxurious fur that seemed to be poured right on his slim, yet taut form. The light of the mid-day sun accentuated his coat's luster, putting the butter-cream golden fur on full display.

And as if to compliment his black-tipped ears and full, brown hair on his head, he donned a midnight-black polo shirt, and brown-colored slacks that showcased the nice set of hips on his figure.

And then there were the eyes. The cat's ruby-quartz-colored orbs met Junior's deep crimson. They almost seemed to directly resonate with the infamous red "birthmark" that was in the middle of the persian's forehead, a trait indigenous to the species. Junior hoped that he was not drooling, however appropriate it may have seemed as an unconscious response.

"...This guy is friggin' GORGEOUS!" Junior thought to himself, after taking in the entire sight of the male in front of him.

Meanwhile, a bright smile, with perfect teeth, soon dawned on the feline in the door way.

"Hello, there...I take it this is indeed the Koopa Residence?" the Persian asked, in an accent that Junior would, if he was a betting man, place as British.

"Uh, yeah..." Junior answered, as best he could.

"Good. Here I was, beginning to think the driver might have driven us into a whole new zip code, by mistake," the Persian replied with a small chuckle.

Junior smiled to respond to the young Brit's quip, and quickly invited him in.

"Mr. Hanbei!" the feline's eyes lit up with joy, as he spied and then proceed to run over and hug the older turtle.

"...For the last time, my young friend, just 'Hanbei' will do..." the wartortle smugly smiled. "Any way, Junia-kou, may I be pleased to officially introduce you to Jonathan S. Johnston, III."

"And that goes for you too, Hanny...I thought I told you that I liked the moniker you gave me, 'Jojo', just fine!" the Persian grinned back.

"...Well, this requires some explanation, right, 'Hanny'?" Junior smiled at Hanbei.

"...Indeed," the wartortle admitted.

It turned out that Hanbei had volunteered through some sort of sponsorship program through River Hill Academy. The very institution, offering Pre-Kindergarten to 12th grade levels, that he, as well as Roy and his older siblings have all attended and graduated from. Junior stood to be the last child of the Koopa family that would grace its halls.

So, through whatever means that foreign exchange program provided, "Jojo", as he would prefer to be called, would be able to be directly imported from the United Kingdom, and finish up his schooling at River Hill. This serving as his big chance to be in the United States, the young feline was glowing, while hugging his pale-blue colored mentor.

"Again, I can't even begin to hope to repay you, Hanny! You've done a lot for me as it is!" the feline purred contently as he hugged Hanbei tightly.

"I am a firm believer that no good act goes unrewarded," Hanbei said. "But if you really want to start trying to 'repay' me? Honor my request. You two will actually stand to be in a number of the same classes any way, so I'm hoping this will be an excellent opportunity for you both. I believe you'll be in good hands, Junia-kou, as Jojo is even better at the numbers game than I."

Hanbei then slowly worked his way out of the persian's embrace. Jojo seemed to show a bit of sorrow at the turtle doing as such.

"Any way...I should get going. I was supposed to meet Roy for one last go-round, starting at our favorite arcade, Pipe Dream. Might be good practice before I start perusing the various game centers in Akihabara, if I get the time..."

"Well, I guess this is really good bye then, Hanbei..." Junior said softly, with a bit of sadness. This was a guy that he was pretty much accustomed to seeing on a regular basis, and on many levels, regarded him as a brother more than some of his actual ones.

After a slight pause, in a rather surprising display of outward emotion, Hanbei actually hugged Junior. One that he had come to see as his little brother, and did as much to help raise as his best friend did.

"You've come a long way, Junia-kou. From when you were a little thing, and now, you're just a few bits shy of becoming a man."

"Heh...what you talking about? I'm getting ready to be 16 years old soon! I'm set to get my license and start driving! I practically AM a man!" Junior crowed proudly.

"Your eyes don't tell me that just yet..." Hanbei smiled back.

"...Huh...?" was all that Junior could reply.

Hanbei released him, and then picked up the few bags at his feet.

"When you truly become a man, you won't even need to tell me explicitly by your words. Your eyes will tell it all. Perhaps you'll have a different look in your eyes by the time I return," Hanbei stated. "Until then...Sayonara, Jojo. Sayonara, Junia-kou."

"Happy trails, Hanny!" Jojo rang out.

"Abayo, nii-chan!" Junior added.

And soon, Hanbei was out of the door, and thus, effectively symbolized how he would be out of Junior's life for a while. The reality that he was going to be gone for a planned total of 3 years had not quite set in just yet. As much as he was immediately affected by that, he could not even begin to imagine how Roy would feel about losing his best friend for that long.

But he tried to push those thoughts aside, at least for right now. After all, there was the new addition to his life standing near him. And now, was a good time to get to know better.

"Bugger. And I was really hoping he and I could have had tea together, one more time, before he left," the feline sighed.

"Oh...and speaking of which...could I interest you in anything, food and/or drink-wise?" Junior offered.

"Thank you kindly, but that won't be necessary, at least for now. I believe Hanny said that you needed help with the Calculus?"

"Truth," Junior replied.

"Alright then, I guess we should get right to it, then. The better idea I have about just what kind of learner you are, the more apt I should be at being able to teach the material to you," Jojo mused.

"True again," Junior agreed. "But we don't have to hit the books this early. I mean, I could show you around the place and..."

"Now now now, there is a time and a place for everything. Business before pleasure, yes?"

"Alright, then, have it your way," Junior relented. "So, where to then?"

"Wherever is the place that you feel is most conducive for you studying, my new friend," Jojo suggested.

"...My room, I guess..." the young Koopa replied.

"Lead the way then..." Jojo replied curtly.

And so, some small talk occurred along the way. For example, despite certainly not looking the part, Jojo was actually older than Junior by a few months, born on February 18. He was able to pick up quite quickly that the cat was also very, very smart. The casual conversation that occurred in those hallways, was certainly all the evidence that Junior needed.

Good-looking, brains and, after catching a glimpse while Jojo was taken by a Van Gogh hanging in the hallway, a nice, pear-shaped ass, hiding beneath that long, beautiful tail. Everything that Junior could want in an ideal package deal for a guy, and it was walking alongside him, to his own room.

"If only...!" Junior thought to himself, briefly.

Soon, the two arrived at Junior's room, with Junior opening the door, posing as a gentleman.

"...After you," Junior said courteously.

"Hmm, thank you very much," Jojo said graciously.

Closing the door behind the two of them, Junior played it out such that there was an immediate, double benefit for his recent action. Not only did he hope to score a few nice points with the British feline, but it also gave him another free view of his ass.

Jojo, himself, was taking in the view of Junior's living quarters. It was quite spacious, with more room to itself than the living rooms in most regular houses. A light green color scheme seemed to dominate the room, as it covered his walls, and complimented a number of the furniture and upholstery in the room itself.

However, Junior's room was not entirely clean, due to some shirts being draped over some of the lounging chairs placed around the room. To be fair, he was not expecting company today. Even so, Junior liked to think of himself as having a cleaner room than most of the guys he has hung out with. To say the least, certainly more so than some of his brothers, especially Roy. He had hoped the feline would think the same way.

"Hmm, nice room. And surprisingly cleaner than I expected, for a jock's," Jojo said at last.

"Hey! Got something against jocks?" Junior playfully teased.

"Not at all...it's just that when Hanny told me that I was going to be dealing with a jock, I thought that also implied that I might have to possibly put up with...rather interesting aromas, from time to time. Of course, then again, you are quite well off. Perhaps you don't even have to be concerned with such things...?"

"See, that's where you'd be wrong! Pops believes in making us all be responsible for our own rooms, thank you very much."

"Oh, really?" Jojo asked with interest.

"Yeah, really! In case you have any ideas relating to me being a 'stereotypical jock', or of me having a silver spoon in my mouth? Get 'em out of your head, right now. Bowser Koopa, Jr. is many things, but he does not fit into any other mold, beyond his own."

"Well said, Bowsy," the persian admitted with chuckle.

"...'Bowsy'?" Junior asked. "That's a new one. Most people usually just call me 'Junior', 'J' or something like that."

"Well, in case you have not quite figured out that much yet, Bowsy, I'm not like most people. So I think it safe to say we share some things in common," the feline smiled. "Now, then! Let's get to it shall we? Where would be a good place to start?"

"From the top works for me," the young koopa stated.

What followed would be a fairly intensive, but nonetheless very informative session. Hanbei delivered on his promise; the cat soon was able to put Calculus on a level that Junior was able to grasp with relative ease. The koopa rest assured that Trigonometry and the rest of its ilk would soon fall before him, in due time, as well.

However, math was quickly becoming the last thing on the young, and especially horny teenager's mind.

It was bad enough that the cat's soothing voice put him in a perpetually relaxed state. The kind that could lull him to bed easily enough. But being able to look up and down the cat's body, again and again, sneaking in glances in between when he was supposed to be paying attention to his words? It made him want to "go to bed" in a decidedly different context.

"BOWSER KOOPA, JUNIOR!" Jojo's voice rang out sharply.

"What...?" Junior asked innocently.

"...I bet I could wager every pound I have in my name that you were not paying the slightest bit of attention to what I was just saying. Now, were you?" the cat cast him an accusatory glance.

"Well, sure, Jojo!" Junior then took the time to look at his notes. "We were going on about derivative functions and..."

The cat stopped him immediately with a light poke in the middle of his forehead with his pointer finger. Junior was thankful that a claw was not extended, as well. That might have been painful.

"That was ten minutes ago!"

"Eh heh heh...!" Junior laughed a bit nerviously.

"...Now, for those of just joining us...I said, and I quote...'were you content to just stare at my arse all day long, or did you actually have any intentions for it in mind?'."

Junior was sure his eyes were ready to pop right out of his head at that moment. If his jaw did not hit the floor, first.

"Whoa...really?" Junior began.

"Bowsy, please," Jojo said as he leaned over, looking Junior right in the eyes again. "I'm sure you are a boy with many different talents to your credit. Subtlety, however, is not one of them."

Junior could only lightly laugh some more, as he felt the color rush to his cheeks, and his lungs and heart starting to function on overdrive.

"Well...I guess I can't help it. Who can be expected to focus when you got such an appealing...distraction in front of you?" Junior muttered out. "Hard to study that way, right?"

"Hmmm...we can't have that now, can we...?"

The persian donned a very cheshire cat-like grin on his face, before his lips pressed forward to meet Junior's own.

It was the first romantic kiss that Junior had received, from a male. And it felt so very, very right. Completely opposite his first, rather awkward kiss from Susie Gaynes, a dalmatian girl from back in 7th grade.

Within time, Junior felt something wet prod gently at his lips. It was the cat's tongue, inviting his own to "dance". He obliged that request with the quickness. A slight chuckle of delight coming from his chest, as his muzzle was tickle by Jojo's whiskers.

His smooth tongue then got acquainted with Jojo's, which had a rather unusual but very sensual "roughness" to it. After having their tongues cavort around with one another, and exploring each others' mouths thoroughly, this only had Junior hungry for more. He was only left to wonder how much he could stand to expect from his new, sexy "study-buddy".

It seemed that, again, the persian and Junior were on the same page. The cat gently broke the extended kiss, leaving a brief sliver of saliva between the two of them.

"That was very nice, Bowsy...but do you want more?"

"Oh yeaaah....!" Junior said, not even trying to hide his apparent desire.

"Good..." Jojo said, as he stood up and took Junior by the hands, making their way over to his Queen-sized bed, adorn with a green, shell-like design on its sheets and comforter.

When they were close enough, Jojo actually stuck his foot out, knocking Junior off-balance. He was then pushed, shell-first, onto the bed.

"Rawr...some one's been eatin' their Friskies Flakes, today...?" Junior joked.

But all he saw, as he looked up, was a borderline predatory look within the eyes of the persian. The pithy quips and witty repartee were no longer a part of this game. He had heard that persians were prone to unwrapping the ends of their normally curled up tails when they were getting "serious" or "excited" about something. Now he knew that "sexually-based excitement" was another one of those times, or at least in Jojo's case.

"The shell...dispense with it. It shall only get in the way. The shirt, too, while you're at it," Jojo said all in a firm voice.

"Heh...yes, sir...!" Junior smiled, responding to the order, sitting upright on the side of his bed.

He quickly fiddled around with the practically invisible straps that held his shell on his back, that functioned similarly to suspenders. Unlike their quadrupedal ancestors, the bipedal terrapin types of today's world had evolved beyond the need of having shells attached to their spines. In fact, the shells that most terrapin-types came into the world with, functioned as basically vestigial coverings that were soon "outgrown" by the juvenile state in those anthros' lives. In a way, not unlike outgrowing "baby teeth" for most species. Beyond that, shells could be bought in stores, and customized to the needs of the individual.

For Junior, being a Koopa, having many, slightly dulled spikes on his shell was a symbol of his family, as well as his status. Not unlike a "coat of arms", that can be worn on his back.

But there was little need for his shell, at the moment. After working off the last strap, he quickly tossed the shell behind him, on the other side of his bed. It made a small "thud" as it landed on the white, carpeted floor. His red t-shirt would soon join it. Being able to be rid of both the shirt and the shell on his back, letting his bare, athletic upper body be in the open air, felt quite good.

However, no sooner than the shirt fluttered down on to the floor, that he was immediately pinned on the bed, as the cat pounced on him. Junior gave a small yelp in surprise, while Jojo giggled in delight as he looked over his new "catch". Further to Junior's surprise was the fact that Jojo was able to also strip out of his clothes as quickly, and quietly, as he did. All that remained on him currently were a pair of very appealing, black-colored fresco trunks.

"And a nice body, too," Jojo purred. "Are you a ball player, by any chance?"

"Well...if you count Shot Put?" Junior grinned. "Calls for a lot of upper body strength to throw a heavy metal ball..."

"So I see..." Jojo grinned as he leaned in closer, his hands running gently over each of Junior's pectorals.

"What about you, kitty?" Junior smiled back.

"No sports for me. However, I've always been one that has a love for dancing...and I've taken up yoga in recent years, too."

Junior smile grew even wider.

"Naughty, naughty boy...you're already thinking of various gutter-minded things, aren't you?" the cat's own grin widened.

"Yeah...what about it though? Or rather...wha chu going do with me?"

"I think I'll start....by letting my tongue get to know the rest of you better. The dirty boy needs his 'bath.'"

"Yes, yes..." Junior agreed.

"I should warn you, though. My tongue may have you 'speaking in tongues', by the time I am finished. Or maybe even sooner..." Jojo stuck his bright red tongue out tantalizingly.

"...Oh, I'm wholeheartedly endorsing you to 'tread on me'..." Junior dared back.

"Silly yank," the persian giggled lightly as he leaned in to deftly lick Junior's lips.

From there, the persian's tongue would trace continually downward Junior's form. Drifting past his chin and adam's apple. Dancing for an extended period of time on Junior's pectorals, especially on his nipples. Tracing thin lines of saliva over the musculature that made up Junior's six pack, and even thoroughly lapping into his navel.

All of these sensations were new and very tantalizing to Junior. It took all of the willpower that he possessed to not cry out in sheer delight from this type of attention. Against his own wishes, Junior's hips lightly bucked upward once from Jojo working over his rather sensitive navel. In response, Jojo looked upward with an amused look on his face.

"Oh, we've just begun, Bowsy. So don't even think about creaming your pants, yet..." he urged.

Junior nodded assent, with a bright smile on his face. Sensing what seemed to be next on Jojo's itinerary, he worked his hands down to try and undo his belt.

The persian was not having any of that, though, and lightly batted Junior's hands away.

"No, no, no," Jojo chided with a smirk. "I prefer to unwrap 'presents' myself, thank you very much."

"...As you wish," Junior continued to grin.

Seeing that this was the kind of tone that Jojo wanted for this moment between the two them, Junior just decided to relinquish control, and let the feline have his way. Perhaps it was for the better, he concluded. Jojo seemed to be much more experienced in this area than he was, certainly, and it eliminated any possible moments of awkwardness on his part.

Besides, being "ordered" by a sexy kitten with an equally sexy accent was a turn on unto itself.

Meanwhile, Jojo had undone Junior's belt buckle, and reached his soft fingers beneath the waistline of his pants and boxers, pulling them both down gently at the same time. With that much done, nothing else was in the way of Junior's circumcised pride, standing earnestly at 8 inches.

"Mmm mmm mmm..." Jojo cooed with mild delight over his new discovery. "I see now that what I've heard about you terrapin men seems to be true."

"I've actually got a bit of dragon in my ancestry, too. Eastern, to be precise, on my Dad's side," Junior stated proudly.

"...I see..." the persian mused to himself, as he exhaled a long breath of warm air directly on Junior's throbbing desire.

Junior had barely enough time to register the pleasure from that sensation, before he immediately felt a bit of warm-wetness from beneath his maleness. Starting from the base of Junior's ballsac, the tip of Jojo's tongue traveled gently upward the young koopa's shaft. Junior gasped audibly, as his nether regions were graced by some thing other than his own hands, for the first time.

Part of him hoped that his nails would not tear into his sheets as they dug into the mattress. The other part of him just as quickly urged him to forget that for now, and enjoy the wild ride the persian was giving him.

A notion that was fully embraced, by the time the feline in question was lavishing the head of his cock with long, wet licks. Even the slit at the top got special attention from the rough tongue, which only served to drive Junior even wilder with the desire for more.

"Now....for the main event..." Jojo whispered briefly, before he began to take Junior's rod into his mouth.

"Ah....aaaaahhhh....!" Junior gasped out, as his member was surrounded by that warmth and wetness.

Nothing could have hoped to prepare him for what he was experiencing at that moment. Not the various works of erotic fiction he may have read online. Not the porno clips he may have been able to access from DirectConnect, mIRC or any of the other file sharing programs that Iggy may have hooked him up with. Not Roy's stories documenting his sexual escapades he had with various women during his high school and college days, or the ones he sometimes speaks about privately to his youngest brother about, regarding he and his newest and steady girlfriend. Not even the extensive "tongue bath" that Jojo had administered moments prior, which, as good as it was, served only as the precursor for what he was feeling now.

This, right here, was simply...a whole new plateau of pleasure. A whole new experience for the 15 year old boy.

This one act of promiscuity may not be any closer to making him truly a "man" in Hanbei's eyes, but Junior certainly felt accomplished in this light, to say the least.

And speaking of "accomplished"...Junior was doing everything in his power to try and hold back his impending orgasm. But all the attention that Jojo had given him throughout the course of this act was certainly getting the best of him. He felt his member slide further back into feline's maw, only allowing more of the cat's rough tongue to caress the fairly sensitive, scaly skin surrounding his maleness.

"Did he just frickin' DEEP-THROAT me?!" Junior shouted out in his mind. "It feels so INCREDIBLE...!"

The cat must be either a mind reader, or he likely could have just see the look that was plain as day on Junior's face, because soon more amused chuckles ensued. After taking a prolonged whiff of the red pubic hair that adorn Junior's crotch, Jojo began a continuing, low purr as he slowly bobbed his head up and down Junior's rod.

Between a few more minutes of themotions, the vibrations and, of course, that oh-so-good warm-wetness...it soon hit the youngest member of the Koopa family like a tidal wave. He could only gurgle out a low, guttural moan from the back of his throat, as felt his balls quickly emptying their contents into the feline's waiting oral orifice. Far be it for Junior to even hope to remember what things he may ingested in the last day or so, but he hoped that it would give his seed a pleasant enough "flavor", for the cat's sake.

In any case, Jojo's experience showed through once more, as he was able to swallow all of Junior's kids without missing a beat. He chuckled once more as he licked his lips once more.

"Hm, not bad. You could probably do with at least some type or form of fruit in your diet, though, dear-heart. It makes your own juice taste better," Jojo smirked, as he gave Junior's cock one more tongue-kiss.

"Uh....uh huh...! Duly...noted!" Junior gasped out affirmatively.

"Well, that's that," the persian stated simply, as he rolled over and propped himself up at the side of the bed. "Now, let's get back to work."

"...Wait, what!?" Junior struggled to recapture his breath. It actually took a moment for what Jojo just said fully registered in Junior's head, before he took action himself. Before the cat could fully right himself, he playfully wrapped his arms around the cat's waist, and pulled the shorter male closer to him.

"Whoa there, not so fast, kitty...!" Junior smiled. "You're not serious about going right back to it, are ya?"

"Actually? Yes, indeed. We're already a good number of minutes behind my intended schedule, but we can pick up right where we left off," Jojo replied.

"Funny...!" Junior snickered. "But you really weren't going to let us close out without me having a chance to 'return the favor', right...?"

Junior's right hand soon drifted around Jojo's waist, intent on being able to tease the feline's own cock through the sexy underwear he was donning.

However, much to his immediate shock, Jojo's member was not erect. There was not even a "wet spot" to be found on or around the area where the cat's own manhood resided.

"...Hmmm?" Junior uttered, puzzled.

"Honestly? I didn't allow myself to be that turned on that much to begin with, Bowsy, dear," the British boy replied plainly. "In the end, I only obliged you with the decidedly sexual favor, and everything that went with it, if for nothing else, to make it so you would stop staring at my ass, and get us back on task that much sooner. You were truly like a dog with a bone. It was almost embarrassing to watch."

"Aw, c'mon, don't be like that, Jojo..." Junior continued to hold the persian firmly as he turned him around gently, so that their eyes could meet.

"Bowsy..." Jojo groaned lowly.

"Now, c'mon! Hear me out! Alright, first off, I'll whole-heartedly admit that I enjoyed what just happened. That was hot!" the koopa smiled earnestly. "But it doesn't have to be all about that."

"...really, now?" Jojo asked, a bit of curiosity shining in the eyes of one who formerly had quite a deadpan look on his face.

"I mean, I didn't think having a supposed 'study buddy' was going to be all that. This is one of those few times where I'm definitely happy to be proven wrong. And it's not just cuz I got some action, either! I'd much rather it because I just got some one special on my hands..."

This seemed to be language that further tickled the cat's curiosity, as he propped himself upward to place their faces inches apart from each other.

"Do you truly mean that...?" the persian inquired once more, his eyes scanning Junior's own.

"Yeah!" Junior nodded emphatically. "I don't think Hanbei may have had this in mind when he paired us together, but hey...!"

"Well, I think it's safe to say this: I don't think I've met any one quite like you, Bowsy. But I could get to liking the fact that I now have," Jojo smiled.

A brief moment of silence passed as the two continued to gaze into each other's eyes. Wanting to break up that odd silence, Junior finally decided to be brave and just make the underlying, burning question clear.

"So...does this mean we're together now...?"

"Sure, Bowsy," the slightly older boy answered with a chuckle, as he moved closer to press their lips together once more. "I'd like that."

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And so, it was indeed the start of something magical for the two of them. Their sophomore year together was what Junior could describe as one of the best periods in his life. He had some one that was truly his own, and even more than that. For amidst the various tutorials that helped him a great deal in various classes, as well as the mutually enjoyable "sexual education" sessions between the two of them, Junior finally had something that he believed was close to what Roy had with Hanbei over the many years they had together.

Speaking of Hanbei, the two had something else in common with the pale blue turtle, beyond the fact that he was their "matchmaker." As it turned out, as the two would talk more over the months ahead, each of them had nursed crushes on their Japanese mentor, at different points in their lives.

For Junior, it was almost too easy to relate tales of his younger days. Instead of trying to sneak into the girls' locker room to try and catch peeks of girls' dressing, like some boys his age, he would find a way to sneak his pubescent self into the boys' locker room, after hours. Reason being? Because he knew that Hanbei would be there, taking a shower after swimming in the pool, like clock work, every Tuesday and Thursday. And Hanbei would always be wearing that sexy Japanese undergarment, named fundoshi, which always him gave a free peek at the older male's well-toned gluts. It was an activity that he looked forward to every week while school was in session, only being brought to a premature end, in light of one particular incident that he wished to not discuss further.

For Jonathan, the story was quite different. As Hanbei was the one did the most to serve as both a mentor, and later, his sponsor, it was already enough for him to start admiring the man. The fact that the young cat was, at one point, separated by the Atlantic Ocean from his crush in the United States, did nothing to stymie the affection that was brewing in his heart.

Then came that first day that Jojo came to America. Situations being what they were in his life prior, he was no stranger to having to travel alone, and thus did not want to inconvenience Hanbei by expecting him to fly out to meet him, even as much as the turtle tried to insist his will. But in any case, Jojo first traveled by plane, from England to New York, and then more flying until he was able to reach California, itself. The long exodus was often quite lonely, but he could always count on Hanbei calling him to make sure he was alright, and that he had enough money in his account to buy food.

By the time he finally landed, there were two reasons to be joyful: one to be finally able to get off of planes for good, and the other being that he would finally meet the source of his admiration, in person.

Then followed a few days where the young cat would be staying at the Kagami residence, located on the outskirts of Aubrey's near boy neighbor to the east, Charm City. Since the only other people living there were Hanbei and his adopted father, Gaisei, a rather imposing looking, but actually quite gentle Gaioumon, there was no issue of space.

As Jojo described it, the property was styled like a traditional Japanese dwelling, with a few modern conveniences that Hanbei's birth father had in mind. Around the house grounds was a spacious exterior that supported a decent-sized, in-ground lake for fish, and small shrines that were erected in honor of Hanbei's ancestors. The house itself was meant to accommodate a normal, four member family. Or at least, such was the case until the series of tragic events that took place years prior.

As his father's sole, living heir, the property was technically Hanbei's, as well as all of the riches that went with it. While neither Benimaru Kagami, nor his forefathers, were owners of a billion dollar hotel industry, or lived lavishly in their lifetimes, there stands to reason that the Kagamis were also quite loaded. How that is has never been fully addressed by Hanbei himself, as the pale blue turtle has a history of being quite elusive when it comes to things relating to him, his private life and his family.

In any case, the more time the persian spent with the older man in those few days, the more his feelings started to blossom. And when Gaisei stepped out for a night to handle some business within Charm City, Jojo took that as an opportunity to try and act on those feelings.

Unfortunately, for him, Hanbei was not interested in returning those feelings. The love and care that he displayed for the feline prodigy was merely on a brotherly level, and nothing more.

Needless to say, Jojo was crushed, being turned down by some one he had admired from afar, for months on end. But at the least, Hanbei's deposition towards him did not change, in spite of having his "ward" come out to him in such a way. In fact, the persian recalled how Hanbei was impressed at the cat's bravery.

With all of that said, it was easy enough for Junior to surmise in his mind, a possible reason for how things occurred as they did in the last few months. Perhaps the very reason he and Jojo's first sexual encounter happened the way it did, was due to Jojo's unrequited puppy love (or should that be "kitty love" in his case?) and repressed urges pushing him to give audience to what ensued from Junior's hormones running wild on their first meeting.

Even if that was so, Junior bore no hard feelings, and quickly pushed such things to the wayside, without bringing it up once in conservation. Jojo was his kitty now, and he had no reason to doubt that such feelings were mutual, for how Jojo saw him as his "turtle boy".

For, among other things, Jojo was even willing to share some some nice fashion secrets, to only further help improve Junior's appearance.

"You have such wonderful hair, Bowsy," Jojo said one day in the later parts of spring, as they were relaxing together at the Manor.

"Thanks!" Junior smiled.

"...or rather, that's what I would definitely be saying, once you try this out in your hair," the feline said, as he reached into his tote bag, and gave Junior a plain-looking, cylindrical plastic bottle. Inside, there was a liquid that had a pink color to it, inside. Junior caught a brief whiff of a sweet-smelling fragrance, but could not quite place its origin.

"...and this is...?" Junior asked.

"Your hair is a nice crimson hue, currently. Use this, and I promise you it will turn an even more vibrant shade of vermillion."

"What's the product named? And from what store?"

"Oh no, this is something I actually whip up myself. A little 'family recipe', if you will. I never trust machine-made chemicals with my fur or hair."

"Do tell," Junior continued to grin, humoring his friend and lover, for the moment.

"What you are holding in your hands, is a variety of the same stuff I use on my own goldelicious pride and joy. Put that stuff in your hair every night, for two weeks, and I promise you results. Or your money back!"

"...But, I'm not paying you for this!" Junior corrected.

"Oh, now you like to pay attention to such details!" Jojo snickered. "If you paid that kind of attention in Mr. Strebe's class, you wouldn't need me to drill you so hard before tests the next day."

"...Speaking of which!" Junior's smile took a decidedly lustier turn. "Maybe that could be the wager if this product of yours doesn't work. I could go as bald as my big bro, but I'd be a HAPPY, bald little man, if at least I'd FINALLY get a chance at that kitty pa-tooty..."

"You know what? Fine. I accept the terms of your little bet," Jojo stated with a knowing smile.

"For reals? Is it because even you are starting to crave for it, now...?"

"My 'cravings' have nothing to do with it, Bowsy. I'm simply that sure of my product, that I can afford to literally put my own ass on the betting table, and rest assured that it's safe," the British feline retorted.

"Heh, well, we shall see in a week!" Junior stated.

"Indeed," Jojo replied, the smile never fading from his lips.

Seeing was believing, once again. Not even a full two weeks passed before Junior woke up one day, and saw his hair changed for the better. He never saw his hair color looked so alive, healthy and well, so brilliantly red.

He got an almost immediate response and compliment from his father, but even went on to garner praise from a number of his older siblings. Praise such as that did not come easily from his kin, who were often his toughest critics. None perhaps more so than the more fashionably-inclined, and quite vocal Wendy. While Junior kept his lips sealed about what exactly he was using on his hair, or his source she made him promise to tell soon, so that she could use it for herself.

Later that day, he and Jojo met together for lunch at their favorite part of the school: on the roof, away from everybody else. Besides a few pieces of ventilation equipment that provided a low "hum" for background noise, it was a very cozy place to chill out. This was the very place that Hanbei and Roy loved to hang out during their years at the school. As the young Junior hung out with them growing up, he, too, learned the secret of how the two would jimmy the locked door to the rooftop just right, granting them a true place of solitude from the rigors of the school day. Years later, Junior and Jojo would also appreciate the same benefits River Hill's favorite "Dynamic Duo" enjoyed before them.

Today's lunch was a bit livelier than usual, since the winner of their little gamble was clear. The cat was grinning from ear to ear, as he gently filed the claws on his hands. Junior could not help but continue to admire the feline, as the late spring sun hit him just right, making his fur seem all the more resplendent.

"So, Bowsy, what do you say? Can I cook, or can I cook?" Jojo turned his gaze to the koopa.

"Alright, you win," Junior admitted. "I am very delighted with the results...even if it does mean not getting a certain piece of that British crumpet that I wanted..."

"...for now," Jojo continued to grin.

"Oh...?" Junior's eyes lit up with a renewed hope.

"In a month and some change, you shall be joining me in the land of sweet 16-dom. This might be a bit of a spoiler, but I guess I should let you know, now."

Jojo gently placed his file to the side. He then slowly creeped over to Junior's left side on all fours, mimicking the sleek, graceful stride of his quadrupedal ancestors. Then he whispered huskily to the side of Junior's muzzle.

"As part of my birthday present to you, love...I was fully intending to herald the 16th anniversary of you coming into this world...by taking you 'around the world' that very evening."

There was no mirror in sight for Junior to see for himself, but he did not need one to imagine the huge smile he had on his face at that moment. Much less that which was the cause of the near immediate tent that formed in his pants.

"Sound like something to look forward to...?" Jojo licked the side of Junio's face gently.

"As my bro, Roy, would put it? 'You ain't never lied!'" Junior said. They both chuckled in kind.

"Thought as such," the feline concluded. "Now, with some thing to work towards, hopefully, that means you can stay focused for a few more mere weeks. Then we'll have the entire summer together..."

"Oh, I will. You'll put the 'sweet' in 'sweet 16', all by yourself, Jojo. And by that, I am indeed including your sweet ass!"

"You can be such a delightful cornball, when you want to be," the feline laughed as he playfully socked the koopa in the arm.

"Wait til you get me in bed on my birthday! I've been saving up so many good lines for just such an occasion! Like 'start riding'! Sexy things like that!" Junior said with boyish glee.

"Oh, wow...!" the persian started laughing full-blown as he gathered his things and got up. "You are simply out of control...!"

"I'm just get started! I could borrow a few of Roy's CDs to help set mood! Some old school R&B that he had me listening to over the years!"

"Gods, please..." the persian braced himself for what was next going to come from Junior's lips.

"If you're horny, let's do it! Ride it, my pony! My saddle's...waitin'! Come and...JUMP ON IT!" Junior struggled to sing without laughing. He soon failed miserably.

Beneath them, they could hear the bell ring. Jojo was no happier to get back to class than at that moment, if only to cull his lover's raging hormones.

"Let's go, Ginuwine," Jojo said, getting to his feet. "Perhaps the time in shop class will give you time to cool off."

"That's what you think! After all, we're both going to be handling lots of WOOD in that class, aren't we?" Junior continued to grin.

"Argh...you're just so bloody impossible when you get like this...!" Jojo chuckled amidst his admitted groan.

Junior took that opportunity stand up, and hug the persian from behind.

"...Love you, Jojo..." Junior sang one more time, lowly.

"...I love you more, Bowsy. Now, c'mon, let's get back to class," Jojo said with a smile, as he gently broke from his lover's embrace.

"Right," then the koopa paused in step, as he remembered something that he forgot. "Oh yeah! That's right!"

"What? Make it quick!" the feline implored urgently.

"...Question. How does some one that supposedly comes from a family of bankers...some how have secrets relating to hair care? What connections do you have?"

"...You wouldn't believe me if I tried to explain it. So don't worry about it, for now. Maybe I'll tell you when I get the opportunity..." Jojo smiled once again.

"S'pose that'll have to be good enough, at least for the time being. NOW, we can beat feet!" Junior grinned, as he held the door open for his kitty, once more.

Following the end of that great sophomore year, would then be an even better summer. Possibly no day better than Junior's 16th Birthday. The party and gifts were all nice. Roy even treated him to a good night on the town, with Jojo in tow. But he never lost sight of what that night would bring, if only because he knew that would be the night that he and his persian would finally have their time together.

And what a time, it was. For all that he had come to believe that Jojo was much more experienced than he was in this area, Junior was a bit surprised to find out that it was as much the first time the cat had actually had given himself in that way, just as much as it was definitely Junior's first, altogether.

However, whatever bits of nervousness that were between the two young men, quickly dissipated as the two allowed their inhibitions to fall by the way side. In its place was just that pressing, utterly carnal need to experience more of what the other had to offered. For that night, their world was each other. Their single purpose in life reserved for bringing each other to the very zenith of pleasure. Thankfully, the house being built as it was, they were allowed to be reasonably loud, without drawing any attention to themselves at 3 AM.

It was the single most intense thing that Junior had ever experienced in his years on this Earth. As he laid on his bed, he cast a look down to the persian, who was sleeping gently on his bare chest, offering up a few content purrs from their night together. Junior smiled himself as he got more comfortable, pulling the sheets over the two of them.

Of course, the hickies he had now obtained from their recent act would eventually go away, and he trusted the cat likely had some solution that would alleviate the problem even faster. But the small, thin scratches from Jojo's claws, which now adorned the koopa's back, after the feline lost himself in the throes of their passion? That might be something different altogether. Junior surmised he might have to make a conscious effort to not wear see-through shirts around the house for a few weeks.

In any case, that small inconvenience did not detract at all from one singular notion that Junior could describe his life at that point in time: life was good.

Additionally, it seemed that was not the case simply for Junior. For his favorite big brother, Roy, it seemed things were going well for him, as well, even in light of his best friend's absence in his life.

After a couple of months together, he proposed to his girlfriend, Sid Grayson, a quite beautiful, black raptor, with plans to marry her by the following summer, a year later. Sid was a lady that Hanbei had actually helped Roy gain, and now it looked like they were prepping to spend the rest of their lives together. All this, plus the former star Quarterback of the Aubrey Titans was actually going to live out his dreams of going pro. He was set to begin training in the NBA very soon.

As great as things were going for the two brothers...who could have imagined that things would deteriorate so badly...?