Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2004 13:37:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cat Next Door Chapter 3

Disclaimer: The following is an erotic story of a homosexual
nature. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal
where you live to do so. Remember to think smart and use
protection. The following is the third chapter in my "The Cat
Next Door" series. If this sounds like something you want to
read, be my guest and read. If not, go back and look for another
story to read.


                   The Cat Next Door, Chapter 3


     The week after, my parents and I were on the plane to our
destination. I had been on planes before and have always gotten
attention. This time was no different. Any child who saw me
squealed with delight as they saw me. They probably thought I was
some person in a suit. Adults too thought I was a person inside
this fur. In a way, they're right. I'm just a normal human guy
who just happens to look like a cat, but this is one suit that
can't be taken off no matter what. One mother wanted me to take a
picture with her children and asked if I was the airport's mascot
or something. I could have been mean and hissed driving them off,
but they were so young and I didn't want to cause a scene so I
said, "Okay." I took a picture with her two children and she
said, "Thanks. Whoever did you costume sure knows their stuff. It
looks very real. How do you get the tail to move?" I was nervous
and said weakly, "Hidden button. Excuse me, but I have to go." I
rejoined my parents waiting at our gate. We had about two hours
to wait so I decided to take a nap. When I woke up, and it really
wasn't my choice, I found a little boy playing with my tail
through the back of the chair I was in. I said, "It isn't nice to
play with a person's tail." The little boy said, "Okay." He let
it go. To prevent something like that happening again while
waiting, I pulled it around to my front and held onto it. I went
back to sleep, but no sooner did I close my eyes, the gate
attendant announced they were starting the boarding of our plane.

     It took a few minutes, but we finally made it inside the
plane. The only thing I took onto the plane with me was a bag
that had a couple of big books and a puzzle book. I was going to
bring my CD player and a couple of my J-Pop discs, but why risk
losing something that's very hard to replace? I know that
airplanes have movies, but either they show something that you
have already seen and not interested in seeing again or something
that you have no interest in seeing. At least the food was
satisfactory. After several hours, we landed at Ted Stevens
Anchorage International Airport.

     We first went to watch the luggage carousel so that we could
pick up our luggage. We then rode the shuttle to the rental car
place. The car's color was lime green, a color we really weren't
looking for, but that wasn't a choice. We placed them in the
trunk and left to go to our hotel here in Anchorage. By this
time, it was around 9 at night, but what the hell, the sun was
still out like it was the afternoon? Wait, I heard about this one
once. Due to the Earth's tilt, the areas closer to the poles get
more light in the summer and more darkness in winter. I'd hate to
be here during that time with the bitter cold and pitch blackness
of winter. Give me the easygoing winter of Texas.

     Anyhow, we hadn't had anything to eat in a some hours, and
what we had wasn't that filling. My parents didn't obtain any
information on what restaurants to visit. We walked around a 4
block radius surrounding our hotel trying to find someplace. My
mom told my dad, "Oh Robert, just choose a place. I'm hungry and
I'm sure Joey is." I nodded. Dad said, "All right Sophie, how
about this place?" My mom said, "It's as good as any. How about
you Joey?" I replied, "You know me, I'm bound to find something."

     We walked into this place which was somewhat like a pub.
Half of it was devoted to selling spiritous beverages and of the
rest, half were tables surrounded by barstools and half were
traditional tables and booths. We sat at a table with barstools.
I felt my tail was hardly moving at all, the tip curling now and
then. It was at rest. Why should I have it be going every which
way when there's no real need to? I ordered a cheeseburger and my
parents had chicken sandwiches. We were well aware that we were
getting starred at, mostly me. I had learned long ago to ignores
stares. Why should I let it consume me. I may look different, but
I'm still the same guy I was before all this happened albeit
older with a young adults mind. Our food came and the
cheeseburger sure was juicy just the way I like it. It had all
the fixings too and it's the best way to have a burger. I'm not
as picky as some people I know. Our meal was a pleasant one,
stares aside. We paid and then left with the customers wondering
who was I and why I looked like this. It was nearly 11 and it
looked no different. We went back to our hotel and went to bed
with the sun still peeking through the curtains.

     In the morning, we drove to the Captain Cook hotel to have
breakfast. I had a plate with two overeasy eggs, hash browns, and
deer sausage. I washed it down with a glass of orange juice. My
parents shared a waffle. We paid and then left to walk some more
around town. We stopped by the visitor's center and had our
picture taken which could be accessed online so we were given a
card which listed where and how we get the picture from the web.
We checked out of our hotel and left to official being our Alaska
adventure.

     We drove to Talkeetna and signed up for a jet boat tour of
the area. Strange isn't it, we get to a town and manage to sign
up for an event that not only took place on the same day, but
just a few hours later. This tour took place at 8pm, but as I
said before, it's still light enough at that time. It was a large
jet boat and during the voyage we traveled the Talkeetna,
Susitna, and Chultna rivers.

     Our guide talked on and on about the rivers and the people
that lived here so long ago. We then stopped. He escorted us out
while some men secured the craft. A thought entered my mind, me
on my knees sucking these hunky men. I was in a daze and my mom
had to call out for me. The daze broke and my hardon subsided as
I joined our group. The guide beckoned us to follow him through
the trail. We were shown to an open area that had a few derelict
building and some equally old artifacts. Our guide talked us
about the trappers who faced extreme hardship for a living. I
would have loved to see some of those people from reality shows
face what they did. I betcha they couldn't do it. It rained
slightly and thankfully I had on a poncho. Everyone else had some
type of rain gear so it wasn't like some people were running amok
trying to escape the water. After the talk, the guide led us back
to the boat. As I got back in, I got one last good look at the
men who looked after our boat. The entire thing was two hours
long, yet it seemed longer. My parents and I got back in the car
and went to our hotel and we fell asleep shortly after.

     In the morning, we left and had breakfast. Our destination
this time was Denali where the National Park and Preserve was
located and where mighty Mt. McKinley slept. We walked from our
hotel to this general store and picked up some supplies because
my mom wanted to have a picnic lunch by the Nenana river. I don't
blame her. Aside from the restaurant inside the hotel, there
wasn't much. We took out a couple of old towels and ate baloney
sandwiches. The tranquility appealed to me and I purred. It's a
pity that we don't have an environment like this back in Texas.
Only in Alaska are there wide open areas such as this. We went
back and rented a video from the hotel video library, a Mr. Bean
video. Man, does that guy crack me up. My favorite episode is the
one where Bean goes to the department store and gets so much
junk, he can't drive his car so he controls it from a easy chair
on the top. My mom had already fallen asleep by the end and my
dad was drifting in and out. Once it ended, I rewound the film,
placed it in its container, and went to bed.

     In the morning over breakfast, my mom informed us of a craft
fair. I rolled my eyes. Please, no crafts. I informed my mother
that I didn't want to go. She said, "Fine then." Two hours later
my parents left with me staying at the hotel. With little to do,
I explored the hotel and it was very nice. I noticed that they
had an indoor pool. That's great because I was hoping I'd get to
so swimming. I went back to my room and got my green speedo. I
put it on, got a towel, put sandals on, and took my key with me.
I went down to the pool. No one there, no one to be puzzled by my
appearance. I opened the door and placed my things at a nearby
table. My ears then focused on a sound. It was coming from a
hidden corner. I walked slowly to investigate. It was a guy with
blond hair feeling himself through his swimtrunks. He didn't
notice me until the sun peeked through and cast my shadow over
him.

     Michael Greene was traveling through Alaska with his parents
to celebrate his graduation from high school. His parents had
gone to some dopey craft fair and he decided to take this time to
go for a dip in the hotel's pool. He walked down and he spied a
nook. He always had a fascination for masturbating in public
places. There were times he would be peeing in a urinal and when
finished, he'd make himself have an orgasm. He sat down in the
nook and rubbed his hands over his chest getting ever closer to
the sweet spot. Once there he placed his hand on the trunks and
kneaded his groin for a while. He then slid his hands in and
started to play with himself. He was very into it when the
sunlight came in and a shadow loomed over him. His hands left his
trunks fast like after touching a hot stove. He said as he looked
up, "Sorry about that." When he saw the shadow he screamed. The
creature then said, "Shh, it's all right."

     The young man was frightened of me. I said, "Shh, it's all
right. Come sit with me in the pool." He got up and walked with
me and we splashed our feet in the pool. He held out his hand and
I shook it. He said, "My name is Michael Greene. Who are you?" I
replied, "I'm Joseph Finch, but my friends call my Joey. They
call me jokingly Joey the Cat or Kitty Joey for obvious reasons."
Michael clearly had something on his mind and I has an inkling of
what that was. He said, "Speaking of which, how did you get like
that?" Just as I did with Jorge, I told the story, "I said, "Well
I became like this gradually when I was five years old. My dad
told me when I was 16 that he was experimenting with cats, trying
to make them very intelligent. It didn't go as he planned and the
serum he created infected my mom. She didn't suffer any side
effects. However, she was pregnant with me. It affected me and
like I said, it manifested itself when I was five years old. I
stayed inside my house for a month as my body changed. It's tough
for a little boy to mentally cope with those things. I had to
have some therapy to help me deal with this, but now I'm a
mentally healthy teenager inside a humanoid cat body. As for this
body of mine, it's fully functional." I moved my tail, my ears,
and showed of my retractable claws. He nodded and said, "Cool.
What about your, uh you know, your cock?" I smiled and said,
"It's human shaped, not like a cat's. My foreskin's just furry.
Most people who've gotten the courage to bring that up also think
the same thing. Let's go swimming."

     I got in the pool and swam around. I returned to him, my fur
soaking wet. "Get in. The water's great" I said. He said, "You're
a cat, yet you're not bothered by the water?" I shook my head, "I
only look like a cat." He got in with me and we swam together. We
sat on the steps on the shallower side and he said, "I'm here
with my parents as we go on my graduation vacation. They're at
some stupid craft fair." I said, "So am I." Michael asked, "Hey
Joey, are you gay?" I said, "Why do you want to know?" He said,
"I'm okay with it if you are. I'm bi. If you want to do anything
and I'm pretty sure you know what I mean, just ask." I said,
"Cool. Have you done anything?" Michael frowned and said, "No. I
know I'm bisexual, but I haven't gotten any takers." I replied,
Lucky me. Hey you want to do something now while we have the
time?" His eyes lit up and said, "Sure."

     We dried off and went to his room. It was safe to do so he
said because his parents would be at the fair all day long. We
were sufficiently dry and Michael loved that I was in a speedo.
We were on his bed, laying side by side. With one hand he rubbed
my damp fur and with the other he caressed my furry balls. He
then pulled off the speedo and got a good look at my naked body.
I pulled down his trunks and saw that he had a nice amount of
pubic hair. I never got any of the body hair that came with
adolescence. The only changes that I shared with other male
adolescents was my dick and nutsack getting bigger, being able to
cum, and gaining a deep voice. Michael's body was the typical
young man's body. He wasn't muscular, but was average. His eyes
focused on my package and he said, "Can I suck you?" I said, "Be
my guest." He moved his torso over and he took my dick into his
mouth.

     I held Michael's head with one hands he got into his first
blowjob. He moved his head up and down sometimes flicking my
cockhead with the tip of his tongue. He was quite good at what he
was doing. I moaned, "Oh, faster Michael. I know you can do it."
He quickened his pace and started to juggle my balls. My hips
started to thrust into his mouth. I placed my other and went
faster as he continued to suck my dick. I mewled as I ejaculated
right into his virgin mouth. The thing caught him by surprise,
but he then admitted as he took my wiener out of his mouth, "I
guess it's expected. If you're going to suck, you gotta be
prepared to eat cum." I nodded and then I said, "Ready to get
sucked?" He said, "I'm ready."

     Jorge always said that the blowjob experience was different
in my case. My mouth was vastly different from a human's, so
perhaps that made it more pleasurable. In any case, Michael's
grin was so wide one would think it'd get stuck like that. He
laid there letting me do all the work. Fine by me. I had been
sucking cock for awhile now so performing this task wasn't new. I
could tell he was as enthusiastic getting sucked as he was
sucking me. He was giggling a lot, almost too much. I guess
Michael's very ticklish in that way. He soon squealed, "I can't
hold it in." That was my only warning as he ejaculated right into
my feline mouth. That was quick. I said, "Well that was the
quickest orgasm that I've seen." Michael said, "Sorry, it's just
that I felt so good." I chuckled, "Yea, sometimes I feel like
cumming as soon as I can when I get horny. Too bad you don't have
a guy you can blow and who can do the same to you." Michael said,
Too bad, but at least I'll remember this." Once we were flaccid
again, we put on our swimming clothes. I said, "Let's kiss." We
pressed lips, and I know I don't have human lips, and pressed our
groins against each other grinding away as our tongues touched
and swirled around each other. We continued the embrace for a few
minutes, but we knew it couldn't be forever. We separated and we
exchanged email addresses. I hugged him goodbye and promised to
contact him as soon as I got home.

     I walked into my room and my parents entered a few minutes
later. They saw me in the speedo and dad asked, "Did you swim?" I
said, "Sure did and the water felt great."

     The following morning we got up early. Today we were going
on an all day tour of the park. It was perhaps the most boring
thing I have ever participated in. It crawled along the narrow
paths that were only wide enough for our bus. We saw such
creatures as bears, foxes, wolves, sheep, hoary marmots, bald
eagles, caribou, and moose. Halfway through the trek, our guide
told us to get out and eat passing out box lunches. After nearly
an hour, we continued on. It certainly was an all day venture, we
didn't return until dusk. The next day we moved on.

     Hours after we left, we saw Mt. McKinley in the distance
behind us like a specter. Our destination was Whittier, but we
passed Portage Glacier and decided to take a rest there. After
resting, we continued to Whittier. The only way to get there is
through a one-way tunnel. The wait is 30 minutes for one side to
stop to let the other through. Sadly we arrived a minute too late
and we waited our turn. I played Tetris during that time and we
were allowed through.

     Whittier was perhaps the smallest place I have ever been to.
Downtown Whitter could have fit in my high school gym. There was
an animal pen with a caribou inside, an ice cream shop, and a
gift shop. We looked for a place to stay and found it in an
apartment complex which, we were told, housed half the town's
population, the rest lived in another building. The woman who had
our business told us about the Prince William Sound tour.

     The next day, we went on that half-day tour. We saw humpback
wales, otters, sea lions. In a spectacular show of nature we
watched the Barry and Cox Glaciers. We saw them fall before the
sound entered our ears. It was very spooky, yet pleasing. We then
drove to Seward. It was evening so all we did was eat.

     The next day, we did more. Our day was filled with art
galleries and a sea life museum. Lastly, we hiked the Exit
Glacier nature trail. In the evening, we ate at the same seafood
restaurant we ate at the previous night. I was pissed, there were
plenty of other places to eat. I got over it as I took a picture
with me standing next to a wooden stature of a sea captain
holding an ice cream cone. My parents didn't know why I wanted
that picture, but it was comical.

     Homer was next, but on the way, we stopped at  Cooper's
Landing and went rafting on Kenai river for 2.5 hours. We were
told by the rafting escort that other people would join us, but
none did. Our rafting voyage was made extra special by that fact.
Upon entering Homer we stayed at Land's End and walked the
boardwalk before eating dinner.

     The next day, our second Monday here in Alaska, we took the
Danny J ferry across Kachenak Bay to Hallibut Cove Artist
Community. On the way, we saw what was called Gull Island which
to no one's surprise had bird crap all over it, otters and
puffins. When we got to this community, we its trails and visited
it's shops. It was time to leave and the pilot gave people
raincoats. Why did he do that? Me and my big mouth. Coming back,
we were going against the current and those people who were
unlucky to be outside got very wet. Not so bad when you're human,
but when you're a cat person like me, it doesn't get pretty. I
wailed as the cold water splashed against my fur. My hiking boots
got drenched. Being between my parents did not help one bit. We
came back to the hotel room absolutely miserable. At least the
trip was most profitable for my mom who found a new artwork to
display. It didn't get wet because it was sealed in plastic. We
slept well on what was our last night here.

     In the morning, we had a nice breakfast and after checking
out, we drove back to Seward in order to get back to Anchorage.
We stopped at a cafe in a town called Girdwood. We took Alyeska
tram up a mountain and saw snowboarders. I had never seen snow
like this. Amazing isn't it, it's summer yet here's snow and
people enjoying it. We didn't stay long because we had a flight
to catch. We drove onward to Anchorage and returned the car.

     Our flight boarded and I settled into a quiet flight back
home. Next month I'd be starting college. It certainly was going
to be an amusing and bumpy ride.
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