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.


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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-adolescent 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 sync 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 huskie'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. 


~~~***~~~


 The sun outside was shining on a the day just begun at the Roth's modest mansion, where a lone otterfox sat at the kitchen table. Still there long after Benjamin had left Michael stared at the hallway where the young husky had bounded through. Here he was, an adult, just agreed to be the boyfriend of a twelve year old. His otter furred fox ears twitched, still having just a little trouble wrapping his mind around the events of last night and this morning. Though it wasn't bad. He reminded himself. It's what Ben wanted, and simply realizing that and allowing himself to forget the husky's age...yes, that was it. With a sigh he got up, getting a glass out of a cupboard over the sink and headed to the fridge, pouring himself some orange juice. Leaning back against the counter he sipped while still in thought. 

What the hell would Ricardo and Jan think?  He snorted into the glass in front of his muzzle. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Ben probably knew that it wouldn't be anytime soon that either of his parents would notice anything; as much as they both loved them they were gone too much. Finishing the glass he took it to the sink and washed it. Michael had to admit one thing, even though he hadn't considered the boy at all before, the idea was growing on him pretty fast. There hadn't been anyone in his life for a long time. Who was to say it wouldn't work? Like Benjamin had pointed out, Ben knew he was going to be involved with an adult. And the husky had always regarded his word as contract. Ben WAS serious. He repeated to himself.  And I can't deny that Ben has a way with his muzzle. He thought with a little smile. 

I wonder what his ass is like.

 That thought caught him short, making him blink and his loins to swell up as he dried his paws. He tried to chastise himself, telling himself that he shouldn't think of such things yet. He'd told Benjamin to behave after all. There was no point in risking anything by going too fast, was there? But why not? He's gone down on you at least once. He doesn't have any problem being sexual with you.

 On the way to the room that served as his office he passed by a shelf of pictures in the living room. One of them was Benjamin standing by himself in a park grinning at the camera. Stopping beside it he decided to try an experiment, testing his feelings, imagining taking off Ben's clothes off one piece at a time...and was embarrassed to find himself slipping out of his sheath. Damn, that quick? This is moving really fast! He lifted the picture off the shelf and sat down in one of the chairs in the living room, cradling the frame in his paws. So damn fast. But...he is rather cute. The barriers were falling more rapidly than he'd thought possible, his attraction to Benjamin growing. Getting up again he replaced the picture before continuing on to the work of the day. At least it was his idea.



"Michael!" Ben burst through the front door breathlessly. Just as soon as the door closed the heavy book bag slung over his shoulders dropped to the floor in the high ceilinged entryway with a heavy thump. His ears perked, listening, anxiously rushing through the house. "Michael? Where are you?"

Just as he was turning to go down the hallway towards Michael's office he felt two powerful furry arms arrest his forward momentum, lift him up, wrap around him like a straight jacket, pinning his arms to his side. He was turned around and a great big furry warm caramel colored muzzle press to his. "Eep!"

His digitigrade hind paws dangling from Michael's powerful embrace, Benjamin's eyes went wide in shock, then his ears slowly drooped down in bliss from the otterfox tongue that expertly pushed into his muzzle, lapping slowly. Ben would have returned the tight warm hug if he were able, but forced to hang there from Michael's arms he pressed back into the kiss. Michael pulled back several times to break the kiss but each time the otterfox tried Ben's tongue followed the retreating adult, caressing the older fur's pink ribbon midair between the muzzles hanging close together, drawing Michael back into his warmth. And each time Michael obliged, extending the kiss, breaths mingling together as the bond already forming between them deepened with each each connection of their muzzles. Ben shivered as the sheet of otterfox flesh explored inside him, arching his tongue, letting the slick heat of Michael slip along his bed of tongue, trembling as the adult accepted him again and again. Benjamin finally let Michael pull back, panting softly and blushing, hoping Michael didn't mind the monstrous erection in his pants pressed against him. Michael looked down on the boy in his arms, feeling much the same way, his heart fluttering in his chest. This was right for him, he now knew, and glad he had given Ben a chance.

Finally Michael had gathered himself together enough to speak. "You're late, I was beginning to worry."

"I'm so sorry Michael, I was trying to hurry and finish my homework at school so we'd have the whole night together." His ears splayed out sheepishly. "I missed the first bus so had to wait for the late one." The husky said as Michael loosened his grip and set the boy on his hind paws.

"Aw, and I had a lot planned for when you got home. Since it's late, how about we just go out for ice cream instead?"

Ben blushed, feeling his heart skip again from those words as Michael ruffled his head fur. Michael's presence at home too finally putting his fears of being abandoned to rest. He stood up on his tip toes, just barely tall enough to kiss Michael on the cheek. "That sounds just great." His neck fur fluffed out, feeling a tingle on his lips from Michael's fuzz. "And has anyone ever told you what a great kisser you are?"

"Not in a very long time. How about you? Anyone ever tell you how well you kiss?"

"Really?" Ben shivered, amazed that Michael would consider his efforts any good at all.

Michael leaned down and smooched the husky pre-teen on his left whisker patch. "None better. Honest. Are you ready to go or would you like to change?"

Left speechless Ben reddened deeply. He looked into Michael's hazel eyes. "I'm ready."

"After you then cute stuff."

"Wuff!" Cute! Me! His eyes shining brightly, Benjamin's feet felt light again as they went through the kitchen, a utility room and down some steps to the garage set beneath the house. The whole way his tail wagged, lifted it up, showing off his rump to the otterfox behind to tease Michael as much as possible. Seeing the older fur licking his chops he could tell it was working. Finally they emerged into the rather large parking area, enough for his family and the house staff. There were only two cars there today, Michael's, and a multipurpose carryall that could be used for errands. Benjamin flicked the lights on and Michael's sports car lit up in its deep dark blue paint job and little bright points of gold and silver. He hurried over to the passenger side and pulled open the door. He sat and buckled into the low slung seat excitedly. A gleam in his eye, Benjamin reached his paw out, letting it slide along the curve of Michael's slacks. He sighed feeling the muscles tense and relax as the otterfox settled. His whole paw resonated with the warmth from the fur beneath the pants, letting Michael's rump rest on his finger pads.

"Feel anything you like?" There was a smile there.

Ben ducked his head, ears folding back as he smiled back shyly, pulling his paw out from between otterfox ass and leather. "Y, yeah."

"Don't worry Ben. You'll get lots more chances today."

Husky ears perked up.

"I think you're right, sleeping with you would be perfect tonight."

Benjamin let out a little yip, his tail wagging hard through the cutout in the back of the seat. "Wow, oh wow."

Michael chuckled, slipping the key into the ignition and the engine turned over, catching instantly. With concrete walls echoing the muted rumble of the V12 under the hood Michael eased out the clutch, hitting a button on the dash to open the nearest garage door. It was still light out but the shadows were lengthening as they pulled out into the drive. 

The mansion sat on twenty acres of Galawan's most upscale suburban real estate which itself was situated on the outskirts of the metropolitan area. There was nothing behind but rolling farmland. In fact the whole of Galawan's upper class neighborhood sat at the top of the hills that embraced the south eastern side of the city below. Galawan itself straddled the Aiuran river and filled the valley, the city of 100,000 stretching across the plains to the north and west. The city center hugged the river front, clearly visible from here. Consisting of the commercial district with its tall dark blue granite and glass offices and trading centers, currently glowing yellow orange with the waning sun's light.

"I'll behave, I promise." Ben said, pressing a button on the passenger side armrest to roll his window down. It was still warm though the air was cooling. "I never thought you'd say yes. At least not for awhile."

Michael reached over and gave the boy's knee a squeeze before shifting gears again, heading down the long private drive. "I figure what the heck, we're boyfriends now, aren't we?"

Benjamin felt a new wave of heat wash over his muzzle, giddy with excitement. The acceleration pushed him back into the plush seat but all he could think about was how quickly Michael was accepting him. His fluffy tail thumped against the side of the car, his wildest dreams being fulfilled right here as the trees lining the drive glided by faster.

The gate at the far end opened and the rumble of the engine subsided as the car turned out onto the public road, then picked up again as Michael pulled out, leaving behind the Roth estate. The city center that contained all the shops was only a few miles away and it passed quickly. The further along they went the closer the houses grew together, soon stopping at a light in the middle class districts. Waiting for the light change Michael looked over at Ben.

"I was thinking of Callie's. That okay with you?"

"Who's?"

"You've never been to Callie's? Home of the double chocolate double scoop?"

Ben made a face. "Ah, yeah, but I don't like chocolate that much, remember?"

Michael's ears swiveled back, the traffic moving again. "I remember, just saying. You like mint right?"

"Yeah, I like mint. Sorry." He reached over to squeeze Michael's tail base, the thickest most muscular part and was pleased to see the otterfox lick his lips. "Guess I've had a lot to think about lately."

Just ahead was a brightly lit sign that proclaimed Callie's Ice cream Emporium, one of the few shops open this late. The parking lot was nearly full, the warming weather of spring drawing out many others with the idea of an evening treat. There were quite a few customers streaming in and out of the shops doors and through the wide glass windows they could see that the counters were packed with furs of all kinds. Parking and getting out Michael pushed his car door shut and waited for Ben, taking up beside him. A cloud of laughter surrounded them, a group of children rushing past on the way to to the doors and Ben caught a look of Michael's eyes resting on his rump. He knew what might be going through the adult's mind and helped guide it in the right direction by raising his tail slightly, letting it sway with his walk. It had the desired effect because despite the risk Michael reached forward slightly and covertly squeezed Ben's ass cheek, making the boy yip quietly and jump up a little. Ben bapped Michael's paw with his tail playfully before Michael opened the door for him, the two entering the establishment sharing a mutual slight reddening of the cheeks. As they stood in line Ben wagged, brushing his tail just barely over the front of Michael's pants. It gave him a thrill knowing something that the others around him didn't, that he had the undivided attention of the otterfox standing behind. It was too much for Michael though.

"Stop it." The otterfox said quietly into Ben's ear.

"Stop what?" There was a smile in his voice as he slowed his tail, letting it sweep right over Michael's crotch lightly.

"You're going to make me embarrass myself with that tail of yours."

Before he could reply the skunk girl behind the counter smiled down at Benjamin. She was in her twenties wearing a visor cap and apron. "What'll you have?"

"Oh! Um, I'll just have a pearl mint, single scoop. Not the chocolate mint, plain mint."

"And I'll have a single double chocolate." Michael said quickly, bringing out his wallet. 

Michael paid and they collected their cones from a rather haggard looking cervine behind the counter. Then turning around they looked over the packed interior of the ice cream shop and Michael chuckled.

"You know, I don't think we're going to get a seat. And it's pretty late, maybe we should just head home."

Benjamin's ears fell some. "Home already? Aw, we don't have to go just yet do we? It's still light out."

"You still have some work to do at home anyway don't you?"

"C'mon Michael, can't we skip our lesson just one time? Please?" He looked up at the otterfox, genuinely pleading.

"You promised."

Ben let his ears splay, crestfallen. "Alright, alright, we'll go."

Michael held the door open for the husky and they walked out into the deepening dusk.
 He gave a nudge to Ben with his elbow, licking his cone with thick pink tongue. "Hey, what's got you down hm? You do get your other wish when we get back don't you?"

At that two grayish triangular ears sprang up and a toothy smile spread. "Yeah, that's right, isn't it. I at least get that don't I. "

A spring came to his step, the idea of sharing a bed with Michael for the night coming back and making him feel fuzzy warm inside. By the time he sat down in the leather bucket seat of the car his tail was wagging and he was crunching through the cone of his ice cream.

Michael went around the front and while settling into his own seat found a paw beneath him again. He didn't look this time, just smooshed the paw gently beneath his slacks with a smile.

"Mmm, am I going to have to drive all the time with a paw under my ass?" He said as the engine rumbled to life.

Benjamin laughed, the warmth of Michael's posterior seeping up his arm. "Get used to it. Your ass kinda attracts paws I think. You can't stop me either, no one'll see it in here." 

"Mmm, I don't think I can argue with that." Michael said, rubbing his butt on the paw beneath. It took a little doing to drive with a slightly melting ice cream cone in one paw and shift too but he managed. 

They pulled out of the parking lot into sparse traffic. Aside from a few late evening shops and the ice cream parlor there weren't many cars about. Dusk had fully fallen, streetlights were coming on as people headed home. Lights were on in the homes of the middle class districts as people ate dinner with their families. In the twilight creeping over the city the Midea Mark VIII made its way deeper into the metropolis, soon the buildings growing higher, the streets quieter as they passed through the nearly deserted commercial center. Soon they were on the highway running down alongside the river, the engine purring as they ate on their way home. 

Ben stretched out, lapping the last bits from his whiskers when something caught his eye. There was a park that flashed by outside the window just off the freeway. It was disused and long overgrown and had a broken statue pedestal at the center. He looked over at Michael.

"What's the deal with that park? I've seen it before and always wondered why it isn't taken care of like the others."

"What park?" Michael was interrupted from his own thoughts, ice cream on his muzzle, quickly licking it up.

Ben jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

"Ah, that one." He sighed. "From what I've heard is that it was once dedicated to a hero from the Vanell Uprising. Even had a statue of him there."

"What happened to it?"

"There was a massive scandal awhile ago that he was adulterous, maybe even gay. It was denied, but no one really believed the arguments and he was dishonorably discharged from the armed service and banished. The statue was torn down and now no one goes there. Not even the city caretakers."

"Oh." Benjamin's ears folded back, considering that. "That would explain why you were a bit jumpy around me earlier."

Michael cocked an eyebrow. "Nothing wrong with you, be sure of that. As hard as it is, we just have to be careful no one spots us, erm, doing things out of the ordinary. I know it's hard, I couldn't help myself as you may have noticed... But Galawan Province is ultra conservative and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you Ben. Did you know that recently the regional Adjudicator Assembly voted to make re-education of all homosexuals mandatory? And if that doesn't 'bring them around' any offenders will be faced with minimum five years of imprisonment."

"What about the Pledge for Acceptance of All?"

"That only applies to the province of Shek. It hasn't been ratified by any other province and in fact Galawan outlawed the Pledge with a change to their Provincial Charter."

 Ben made a face. "Then why do we live here then?"

"We didn't think that would be a problem quite honestly. Ricardo and Jan didn't know you were gay. They don't know I was gay because I haven't told them. I didn't think I'd be getting involved with anyone either. That and the Imperium convinced your parents to shore up the sagging economy here by giving them a special mandate in a deal for land and factory financing grants. Very favorable rates."

"Huh, and the Imperium doesn't get along with Shek does it? That's why they wouldn't have gone there."

"Yeah, the import and export from Shek is a real pain."

The husky shivered involuntarily. "You're not making it sound very easy for us."

"I'm just trying to give you an idea for what the situation is for us hon. It isn't easy, it won't be easy. Not going to lie to you about that."

Benjamin felt his heart jump at Michael's last word. It made the other dire conversation seem to melt away somewhat.

"You, if you're having second thoughts, I'll understand." Michael's ears went back though, genuinely hoping Ben wouldn't. He was already starting to get attached to the boy in more ways than just a caretaker now.

 "Do you think I'm worth the risk?" Benjamin asked quietly.

Michael changed lanes, taking an exit off the nearly empty freeway and waiting at a light. He laid a paw on Benjamin's knee and looked him in the eyes. "What's life without a little risk. Yes, you're worth it."

Relief flooded over the husky and he shivered happily, tail wagging slowly. "Thank you Michael. I really do still want this."

"I know you do, and so do I."

The light changed and Ben's ears perked up as they turned; suddenly realizing that this part of the city was nowhere near home, they'd been headed northwest the whole time. The car headed towards a large white marble and green glassed tower, right on the rivers edge where the waterway flowed out of the city center.

"Hey! This isn't the way back."

"I was beginning to wonder how long it would take you to figure that out." The otterfox smiled.

"If we aren't going home, what are we doing down by the river?"

Michael looked over at the boy. He'd get to salvage one thing from his wrecked plans of a night out at least, and it pleased him immensely that it was still going to be a surprise. He made a turn off the street and saw Benjamin's eyes go wide.

"We're going to the Peskan?"

"It would be kinda hard to explain if somehow someone on the house staff found us in bed together at home don't you think?" Michael's smile broadened. "I don't know how we're going to work it out in the future, but for tonight, consider this my apology for it not being much of a first date." 

All Ben could do was blush, glancing again out the window as the car rumbled up the driveway. The Peskan was the finest luxury hotel in the province and even the grounds declared that fact so meticulously groomed and lush green they were. Not a single expense was spared for any of the guests he knew. It was interesting though that Michael had chosen this hotel, besides it being the finest in luxury, there were more than a few sordid tales associated with its clientèle. The car eased up to the entrance, marble pillars supporting a high glass roof overhead. A liveried valet pulled open the door and stood stiffly as Benjamin unbuckled. He was thankful that he was dressed decently. The place was known to be rather picky on who stayed there. Michael came around to stand beside him, handing off the keys to the car.

"After you." Michael motioned with a slight bow.

"Are you serious?" Benjamin blushed a bit more as he started walking. "And here I thought you wanted to avoid getting involved with anything public."

The reply was a chuckle.

"Whatever will they think?" He continued quietly. "The most respected employee of Roth International being seen escorting the CEO's son into this place."

"I take great offense at that Ben. I'm just your chaperon here while your room is rearranged. Didn't you know?" He pretended to be hurt but soon a grin broke out again as he strode up to the entry way  beside the husky. He paused at the final steps up to the lobby he leaned down to Ben's ears, speaking in a whisper. "Though I'm beginning to believe that you'd rather have your version whispered about."

All Benjamin could do was duck his head, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

Michael stepped up to the doors with smug look. "Thought so."

The heavy glass doors opened smoothly, admitting them into the vaulted lobby. The air was heavy with sophistication, it was just as lavish inside as it was out. Michael led him right up to the hotel desk. He saw Benjamin fidget and smile and that the boy was walking pretty close to him like an adoring puppy might.

"Easy there, just act natural." He said out of the corner of his muzzle.

So Benjamin backed off a step and wiggling his digitigrade toe pads on the thickly piled carpet he stood trying to look like any other bored kid with a guardian coming to stay the night. But the excitement of being here with Michael kept bubbling over into grins and tail wags which he tried to direct at nothing in particular. It only seemed like a few moments and Michael started to move away from the front desk, catching him off guard in his thoughts.

"Huh?" He trotted to catch up. "That was rather fast."

"I have a room on contract for when Ricardo or Jan have unexpected business guests. I figure that they wouldn't mind if we made use of it for one night." At a highly polished gold bank of elevators he pushed a call button with a thick finger

Benjamin smiled as the door opened immediately and they entered an empty elevator. "You don't miss a trick do you."

"Not often." Michael smiled back.

Then, right as the doors locked closed Ben was surprised when he found the older fur's paw slipping into his own. Michael's pads were smooth, the fur coating fingers and tendons was warm, his claws ebony black his fingers gently squeezed Benjamin's. The young husky's ears seemed to melt, looking up at the otterfox in surprise and adoration. He leaned against Michael, rubbing his cheek against the otterfox as he clung to his arm. After a long moment he spoke.

"How long have you waited to do that?"

"All day Ben, all day."

"Hold me?"

Michael's arms wrapped around the husky, pressing the young fur close to him, holding him as the elevator numbers ticked by. He was amazed again at how profound an effect just holding the preadolecent pup had on him. His heart  felt all sappy and he gently rubbed his paws up and down the back of stylish hoodie that Ben usually wore to school. Ben's breath was slow and even as it brushed across his chest and tie, the boy relaxed in his embrace. He looked down at him. 

"Asleep already?"

Benjamin stirred slightly, the reply muffled and quite happy. "No, not yet." He stood back a step, paws on Michael's chest. "You really waited all day? Just to hold my hand?"

"Yeah."

Ben started to lean forward, going up on his toes slowly and almost got to kiss the adult otterfox's waiting muzzle when the elevator eased to a stop. He blushed, quickly going back down to his feet beside Michael as the door opened. Luckily there was no one in the hall and Michael took Ben's paw again much to the husky's delight. 

"There'll be plenty of time for that hon." He beamed, feeling a flush come to his face fur from the warmth of the youngster's paw pads against his. "This way."

Ben had no trouble keeping up with Michael's long strides, soon coming to a door marked with small numbers on the jamb. Michael took out a gold and white key card with matching numbers, swiping it through the lock and pushing the door open, quickly ducking inside followed closely by the husky. Lights flicked on and the sight stole Ben's breath. They were standing in a large entryway, green highly polished marble underfoot inlaid with gold. The white walls rose up on white marble columns gilt with more gold and mirrors set to either side made the light from the crystal chandelier overhead glitter all around them. Spread before them and to the right was a living area that was carpeted in a deep burgundy, furnished lavishly with luxurious accommodation for guests of all species. To the left was a dining area and to the right of the living area was a master bedroom suite.

"Wow."

"Like it?" Michael smiled, giving Ben's paw a pat in his. "All ours for awhile."

"I love it! I never knew."

"Some of your parents' guests are royalty after all. Don't want them to get the impression that Roth International is some pipsqueak eh?"

Michael led the young husky through the living room and towards the bedroom. Ben's paws tickled on the soft carpet, shivering from the tingles it made on his pads. The room beyond the heavy gilded white door was a large gently curving oval surrounding a large raised bed in the center, lights set into a recessed ceiling around the edge of the room giving a soft even glow to the entire space. The carpet here was a midnight blue but just as soft as the living room. As grand as the accommodations were, Benjamin couldn't say they were better than watching Michael's well dressed butt and swaying tail though. Michael turned to him, wrapping arms around his body and lowering his muzzle a bare inch from Ben's. The otterfox's hazel eyes absolutely captivated Ben, seemingly falling into the deep liquid pools.

"Now how about that kiss?"


~~~***~~~


Awareness slowly crept back into Benjamin's sleeping head. Little by little his senses reported in, it was light out, even with closed eyes he could tell that. Which meant he was late for school, not that he could do much about it now. He let that thought go, if Michael hadn't gotten him up, it mustn't be that big of a problem.  A deep breath filled his sensitive canine nose with unfamiliar scents, a strange room, a bed not his own; it was enough to make him want to jerk awake but overriding those smells was the thick musky scent of an adult, dominant, otterfox close by. That scent he knew. Knew it from when he was a small pup when he would nestle up with his guardian. That brought comfort and let him relax. Relaxed enough to drift a few minutes more through the half dreams of morning before the sensation of warm fur against his own body came through. It was deep, densely packed otter fur; silky soft backed by thick muscle beneath. That's when he started remembering where he was. Michael. The name echoed in his still sleep fuzzied mind, making him sigh happily. He was right against that furry warm body, his legs intertwined with the adult's, arms round the otterfox's waist. A smile spread across his still waking muzzle. Fingers flexing slightly, the first movement of the day turned into a long drawn out stretch, making the soft downy comforter wrapped around his naked body rustle. He also felt the movement of a heavy thick otter tail draped over his legs. Instinctively he clung to the body next to him after his stretch, feeling the warmth and strength from it wash over him in waves. His head was on Michael's chest, an ear pressed  to it picking up the strong soft thumps of the otterfox's heart through the naked fur. Laying there, drinking in the sensations of waking up next to his boyfriend he felt one of the otterfox's paws touch his back beneath the sheets. It curled its finger pads into his fur, drawing slowly down his spine.

"Mmmm, that feels nice." He mumbled, dissolving even further into Michael's blissful warmth.

"Good morning hon." The silky masculine voice resonated deep beneath Ben's cheek. "Sleep well?"

The warm young husky beside squeezed again against his body. "Never better."

Michael had been awake for some time. He'd tried hard to sleep, but to his happy amazement he kept waking up throughout the night to the soft snores and warmth of Ben beside him. As agreed they had managed to avoid playing around but there were plenty of soft touches and gentle exploration in bed after undressing. When Ben had finally settled down and nestled against him he'd felt it so strange to have someone sharing a bed with him again. In the end he stopped fighting it, alternately drifting off to sleep for an hour or two and when he was awakened by some small movement from the young husky he would watch for awhile. He would watch the slow even breathing of the twelve year old. And touch. He would explore his body, his arms, his legs, his tail, the pleasingly rounded belly, even petting and stroking along the boy's muzzle and face, to which he received pleasing whimpers and nuzzles from Ben in his sleep. Once the boy laying back and spreading his legs. Michael's admission to himself that Ben was very attractive had been confirmed every step of the way last night. Michael sat up higher on the pillows propping him up, the comforter that lay across his waist and drawn up around Ben's shoulders rustled. He leaned down as the husky's body shivered next to his own, the boy's toes and claws extending as he stretched out. Drawing near to Ben's muzzle he pressed a kiss to the husky's lips where the fine hairs there tickled his short stiff otter whiskers on canine muzzle. Smiling he kissed again, running his wet tongue tip along Ben's lip lobes at the front, asking. 

To which Ben responded wholeheartedly. The otterfox pressed his kiss deeper into the boy's open muzzle, the adult feeling like he was turning to warm melted butter next to him. It was after long moments of intertwining flesh hidden within furry maws that Michael drew back, leaving Benjamin panting a little.

"Now that's how I've always wanted to wake up." Michael sighed happily.

Ben finally found the strength to speak, still wandering in a hazy fog of bliss. "Good morning Michael. I'm gonna catch it for being late for school aren't I?"

There was a chuckle above him, the paw continuing its slow slides down the husky's limp body. "You looked so happy there I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. That and it's Summer Festival. No school for the week. Guess you forgot."

Ben wasn't paying much attention to Michael's words, entranced by the thumps of the adult's heart and breaths, the taste of the otterfox's kiss still fresh in his muzzle. His own paw transferring the pets he was receiving to Michael's leg. "That's nice."

"Just 'that's nice'? Thought you'd be happy to have a few days to ourselves." Another chuckle that rumbled against Ben's ear.

Opening his eyes Ben saw across Michael's pillowy chest ruff that Michael's slacks, dress shirt, and tie were still neatly laid on the back of the chair where they'd been left the previous night and sunlight was streaming in through the white gossamer curtains hung over the broad curved window that served as the oval room's outer wall. The bright shafts of light illuminated the pale peach colored walls and an open portable computer momentarily forgotten on the bed. He nestled closer to the warm body beside him. "Okay, a lot more than just nice." He looked up at the adult with a cocked eyebrow, his paw teasingly petting higher. "Though I see that you couldn't leave work alone."

Michael closed the computer's top. "Yeah. Business never sleeps after all. But, it can be postponed."

He did try, Michael really did, but Ben's paw sliding slowly up and down his leg fur kept creeping closer to his crotch with every pass. It was so close to his sheath he couldn't stand it anymore. Michael slipped far down the boy and gripped a pawful of twelve year old ass. It wasn't just a squeeze, it was a tight hard grope, right up deep in the boy's fuzzy white crack. How quickly Ben's cheeks reddened made him smile.

"H...hey! I thought you said..."

When Michael answered it was with a voice that purred silky smooth. "I thought you promised too, guess I just beat you to it."

Benjamin grinned, wiggling his underage rump in the warm paw, fluffy husky tail wagging so hard that it started to pull the covers off. "No fair. It's not like you to go back on something."

"Maybe I was wrong."

"You? Wrong?"

"Sometimes, not often though." Michael said. The warmth of the boy's ass against his finger pads was making his sheath swell and a bead of goo leaked out against the sheets. 

"You really?" Blushing and lifting his tail up under the covers Benjamin pushed his rump back into the otterfox's paw. "Do you want...wanna?"

Michael kissed again, whispering with finger tracing up and down the husky's crack, rubbing a warm pad over his tail hole folds. "I think I'm ready. If you are."

The touch on his sensitive pucker galvanized Ben. It was several seconds before he could breathe, let alone speak. He'd never expected that having his anus touched could evoke such a powerful rush of lust and desire. With hot tingles racing up and down his spine he tried to push back on the finger that was playing with his tail star. But Michael wouldn't have it. The otterfox allowed only enough pressure to continue the steady slow rubbing of his pad over Ben's tender soft folds. The husky gave Michael a look, gripping pawfuls of the older male's fur. His whole life, and especially the past few weeks Benjamin had been thinking of this moment non-stop. Now that it was here he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and his boyfriend teasing like this was driving him mad. 

"You're..." He let out a loud wuff as Michael circled around his hole. "You're horrible!"

Michael smiled broadly. "I know."

"Please, don't stop." His ears pressed hard back against his skull, moving with Michael's finger. 

"Mmmmm, why would I?" 

Michael blushed, his teases as much for himself as much as they were for Benjamin. He nuzzled against the boy for his scent, wanting to catch his breath, the essence of his young lover; and was pleased when the husky eagerly started to lick against his lips. He let the boy lap, Ben's velvety canine tongue tickling his fine muzzle hairs and making him shiver as he continued to play with the twelve year old ass. It belonged to him and any doubt about how far he could go was erased when Ben had tried to sink his finger inside. Absolutely incredible. It had been so long since he'd mated, and to have someone so adult in such a young body. He woofed quietly. That combined with the heat of Ben's pucker glowing like a red hot bitch against his finger made an already swollen cock erupt from his sheath and quickly stiffen. The sensation was incredible, a blossoming of love mixed with lust for Benjamin's virgin flesh. He intensified his rubs against Ben's skin, finally giving the boy what he wanted, seeing if he could... To his utter surprise his finger slipped right through the tight muscular pucker. No lube or anything. Perplexed he turned his finger around. Ben was snug, incredibly warm, the husky panting harder and moaning, but certainly didn't feel like a virgin tail hole, there should have been at least a clench or tightening before going in.

"What goes on here boy?"

Benjamin blushed, squeezing around the otterfox finger in his ass. Ears back he grinned. "Um, well, I...I've been practicing. I found some toys. Don't you like it?"

Michael laughed. "Found? Hell, Jan told me awhile ago she was missing a couple things. Guess I know now where they went." He leaned down and smooched Ben's cheek, continuing his slow exploration of the boy's ass. "And I VERY much like it." 

"I was...gasp...hoping you would." 

"How about this?" Michael turned his finger in Ben, crooking it so he could find the prostate bump through the wall and gently stroked over it with a now very gooey pad.

"Oh god!" Ben gasped through tightly clenched teeth.

Michael woofed at how hard Ben squeezed around his digit, the whole of the boy's rectum pulsing, pulling his finger deeper. Snug, but roomy enough. He looked down at his clinging lover. Ben was panting, eyes glazed over and whole body shuddering in the throes of pleasure from the new sensations coming from his ass. The first live experience clearly overwhelming the boy. Still buried inside the fuzzy butt Michael stretched out on the bed, feeling a wet spot where Ben's hard canine cock pressed into his fur, leaking pre-cum.

"No." The husky moaned. "No more."

"No more what?" Michael felt the boy stir against him.

"No more playing Michael." Ben felt fuzzy and light headed as he struggled to his knees. The movement was accompanied by a gooey wet empty feeling in his ass as Michael's finger popped out.  "I need you. Now."

"Think you're big enough to?" Michael's eyes were drawn to Benjamin's fluffy husky butt as it went to all fours in front of him. And didn't leave it, especially not when the boy curled his tail to expose the soft pink rose deep in his white furry crack.

"Let's find out." Ben shot a sly grin over his shoulder, lowering his front slightly to make his ass stick up even more prominently. 

Michael didn't have to be asked twice. Throwing the covers back the top sheets and blankets slid off into a pile on the floor. He knelt behind his husky, rubbing paws along Ben's flanks. Benjamin arched his tail higher, moaning, his reddish pink skin winking. Michael pushed his cock up into the fuzz surrounding it, touching it, giving it a warm kiss with his sex.

"Yes." Benjamin rubbed himself against Michael, closing his eyes as warm adult male goo smeared over his skin. He quivered, tail curling to the side.

It was pure ecstasy. Putting pressure against Ben there was a  moment of resistance, the flower closed, then relaxed, his goo covered shield compressed and finally overcoming the resistance  opened back up on the other side of the snug tail piece; the pup shivering against him. He didn't stop, continuing the thrust in one long slow stroke all the way inside. Ben's tail ring squeezed, but didn't push him out. Instead it followed the contour of his otterfox shaft, narrowing behind the head then expanding back out to a straight thick red column all the way to his sheath. Even with his well kept blunt claws Michael nearly tore the bottom sheets he gripped the bed so hard. His heavy otter tail writhed behind him. The husky was dwarfed beneath his much larger body but Ben easily took him in. 

There was a second of pain, Ben gasping at the sudden release of Michael's flare popping through, then otterfox heat flooded up his ass. He cried out, gritting his teeth hard. It was so much hotter, so much tighter, infinitely better than the toy's he'd taken. A living cock pushing its way into his ass lit up his world. Most importantly of all, Michael's cock. It was all Ben could to to not hold himself up. Inch after inch slid inside, and when he felt the thick supple flesh of the otterfox's sheath kiss his stretched out ring he shook from nose to tail. Then it got better. The heat started to come in waves, Michael's body rocking over his. Again and again it came, the swelling full feeling in his ass, stretching him, making him grit and brace against the powerful adult atop him. He was instantly grateful he'd been preparing his ass for this, so thick was the otterfox's girth despite not being very long. Through the dull pain he couldn't help himself, he started to move with Michael, pushing up, pushing back, begging for more just like the boy bitch he knew he was all along.

Michael started to thrust harder, his heart thundering in his chest pressed to Ben's back. Arms on either side of the boy's shoulders he mated, closing his eyes from the waves of pleasure washing over his cock violating the glove tight ass rubbing back against his crotch. He felt the young husky nuzzle against his neck, licking, the boy's ass pumping up and down his dick just as hard as he was humping. It was beyond anything he had ever experienced before, there wasn't anything in his life before that could compare to fucking Ben. He couldn't believe how eagerly the young fur participated, contracting his passage around his shaft, each time he retreated the pup tried to pull him back in with his smooth bumpy walls. Michael gasped, unaware he'd been holding his breath. Supporting himself with one paw the other slid back along Ben's flank, going between the boy's legs and gripping the rock hard canine cock dangling there, starting to rub up and down the pre-teen dick dripping with pre-cum. Squeezing his eyes tight he didn't know how much longer he could last, Ben was getting wetter inside, rump goo being supplemented by his own squirts of pre, and hotter as the husky's lust peaked. Surprisingly Ben's ass fur remained rather clean, the tightness of his virgin tail hole keeping it all inside other than a little patch of sheath lube rubbed out against the surrounding downy fur.

Benjamin was in heaven. This blew away all his daydreams, all his needs, desires, wants. It was better than he could have imagined. Michael's dick in his ass was fucking him hard, deep, pushing through his inner ring repeatedly, leaving behind otterfox fluid and more running down to pool. He woofed as his cock was gripped and pawwed, releasing a jet of hot pre that splashed over the bed beneath.

"Ben...I'm gonna..." Michael bit his lip, concentrating, resisting the welling of cum, holding back until it forced its way past his block. The moment the heat starting to flow down his shaft he quickly hilted, thrusting so hard and holding so tight he actually lifted Ben's hind paws up off the bed a little.

"Yes!" The husky yelped, throwing his head back, ears pinned to his scalp, muzzle open, eyes closed as the first powerful rush of Michael's semen shot into his body. The heat of the otterfox cream made him tremble. Each successive pulse made Michael's cock swell up, pushing it against his prostate inside, and the heat, the pleasure of his lover shooting his seed was too much and he exploded too, spurting rope after rope of hot white husky cream all over the bed, some splashing off Michael's still rubbing paw.

"Oh god!" Michael cried as Ben pushed back even harder, forcing every last inch of his shaft into his anus.

"All of it, give it to me." Ben panted, delirious.

So Michael did. He hugged tight to the boy, wrapping his arms around him. He didn't have a proper canine knot being half otter, but he did have a slight bulge at the very base of his dick, and this he  popped through the husky's tail piece, the external dry and clean fur belying the lake of cum he was pumping into Benjamin.

Soon it was too much and Ben collapsed to the bed, the heavy otterfox falling with him, the bulk of the large male pressing him deep into the soft mattress, burying him alive in a mountain of warm fur and muscle as Michael squirted in his rump.

The otterfox lay limp, gasping for breath atop the husky. Incredibly, even now Ben squeezed, milking Michael's dick and balls dry. The young fur seemed to be determined to massage his cock until he was completely empty. With trembling arms he gathered up the pup beneath him, curling up with his lover in the surge of passion. The boy went utterly still, eyes closed, panting with muzzle slightly open, relaxing in the glow of shared love. Michael watched the boy, his furry crotch pressed hard to fuzzy rump, his dick still throbbing and dripping the dregs from his balls into the heavenly snug passage that still hugged around him. 

"W...wow...that, that...was amazing." Ben panted under his breath, a happy smile on his muzzle. His eyes closed he nonetheless could very clearly feel his lover's cum and hot hard shaft buried deep in his body. "If...gasp...I would have known...I would have taken you in my ass long...long before now."

Michael didn't quite know what to say to that, his breaths starting to slow little by little as the husky clung to one of his arms, nestling his head into Michael's chest fur. Even his thick otter tail curled around itself in bliss laying with Ben after. "I...pant...would have taken you...too. God you are incredible." He said, bending his muzzle down to where Ben's was sandwiched between him and the bed to give his canine lover a tender kiss.

"Honest? Better than everyone before?" The words were slightly muffled underneath all that fur. They made Ben's heart skip several beats and his pinned tail to squirm wag against the otterfox above.

Michael otter-purred the reply. "The best ever. Promise." He rolled carefully over on his side, arms supporting Ben so they wouldn't separate. The new position allowed Ben to relax more comfortably. He lay quietly with Ben for a few minutes silently sharing their company and touch; then the husky smiled.

"So what do otterfoxes do after sex?"

"This." Michael said with a chuckle, starting to groom his lovers head fur, ears, and face. He was gentle and tender, washing and licking every bit of his exposed fur he could reach, strengthening their bond.

"And after this?" The husky giggled from the velvety damp tongue methodically grooming him.

"Waffles! Otterfox's crave waffles after morning boinking!" He grinned between licks, winking. "Don't you know anything about us?