Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 19:25:31 -0400
From: kyle <datsmyemail2@gmail.com>
Subject: Sean's Pet Fox

      It was an ordinary hot day.  One like any other.  It began the usual
way; waking up, peeing, eating, preparing my school stuff, going to school,
you know, the usual.  But today was also a day that changed it all, and for
me, it changed it in some of the worst ways, and in some of the best.
	The alarm sounded and played a most annoying beeping noise in an
attempt to wake me from my deep slumber. As I rolled over and slammed my
hand and forearm down on the snooze button my little sister bounded into my
room, jumping and prancing in circles on the foot of my bed.  What a way to
wake up.  Makes me wonder why I even have an alarm clock when I've got her
in my life.  After multiple attempts at ignoring her failed miserably and
only added to the joy she got out of pissing me off I decided it would be
best if I just give in to the way of things and get up to at least relieve
my bladder.  It sounded as if she were saying, "come on, Sean, wake up."
But for all I know if could have been anything, I was still in a state
between dreaming and actually being awake as I pushed past my little sister
and made my way to my own bathroom that was attached to my room.  I loved
that bathroom.  It gave me all the privacy I wanted.  I know my sister will
start to bitch about it when she gets old enough to worry about her looks
and whatnot but hopefully that wont be for another couple of years, and by
then I will have either killed her due to her annoying antics, or killed
myself due to her annoying antics; either way, I don't see it being a
problem in the near future.  The truth is, though, I really love her, no
matter how fucking annoying that little wench is.  I left the door open as
I let my stream of urine flow from my dick into the toilet bowl and splash
a little onto the rim.  I heard my sister cry, `Ewww!' and the door slam
but what do I care, its just my penis.  A flush and quick shower later, I
found myself in the kitchen munching down some pre-frozen Eggo Waffles that
my mom loved because of the lack of effort required on her part.  "Good
breakfast," I said sarcastically under my breath to my mother who was
getting ready to take off to work as I continued to prepare myself for
another day of eighth grade.
	"If you want something else, you make it," she retaliated.  Guess
she heard me after all, shit.  "You're father is going to drop you off
today, alright?  I have to head out, they need me over for a conference
early and it's not at the usual spot.  I'll see you later Sean, be good."
I don't really see her too much.  Her job is full time and on the weekends
she is always on conference calls or doing some other work related chore
that requires her full attention.  Fortunately I had a good relationship
with my father, who was a biologist for a local research facility about
twenty minutes away.  He had less strict hours since he managed them
himself, being head of the department and all, so he and I spent a lot of
time together.  "Bye mom, love you," I said to her as she walked out the
garage door and I heard the car start and pull out the driveway and into
the street.  Yup, just another day.
	Breakfast was done, and I was running a little late due to my most
miserable wake up situation a mere twenty minutes ago.  Don't people know I
need my sleep?  I went upstairs and brushed my teeth and got my gear to
head off to school for another day at what would best be described as a
funny version of hell.  See, its funny because I make it funny; often
getting myself in trouble in turn due to my antics and rude actions, which
is the reason I call it hell, the punishment part at least.  I am probably
at the principal's office at least once a week.  He and I have quite the
relationship going.  I am his best client, a guaranteed visitor.  He
usually just tells me to stop being such a smart ass and get back to class,
but other times he punishes me because the teacher would probably yell at
him if he didn't give me some form of punishment.  It's not all that bad,
though.  Like I said, I make it fun, and I have a bunch of partners in
crime, just none of them seem to get caught as often as I do.  My best
friend, Jimmy, also known as Fox, due to his last name and his notorious
ability to sneak out of shit situations and get away scar free and quickly,
often found ourselves in the principals office together.  We were kind of a
paired set, always doing things together, and usually getting caught.  I
had texted him the night before to meet me in the cafeteria before math
class, which we had together, so we could discuss our stupid ideas for
today's mischief.
	"Dad," I called down the stairs from my room as I continued to grab
books for class and homework that was lazy put in the most random and
inconvenient places, "You almost ready?"  He replied in the affirmative and
we took off, five minutes behind schedule.  The car ride was our usual ten
minute drive to the opposite side of town to our local middle school from
which dad would continue to go to work.  "So should I expect another call
from Mr. Thomson?" my dad asked me as we listened to some of his `talk
radio' crap during the car ride to school.  It was Thursday, so of course
he had already received one call from Mr. Thomson this week, the question
is, can I keep it at one?
	"Not sure, you know I never plan on going into his office unless we
are going to do something to it, like last week," I replied as I reminisced
about last weeks escapades with Jimmy and some other guys.
	"Oh, you mean when you changed his wallpaper on his desktop to a
picture of a turd?"  That was the one.  My dad laughed as he remembered it,
hell, he had laughed when he got the phone call from Mr. Thomson to explain
the incident.  My dad turned to face me and said, "That was quite the
prank, son, quite the..."
	"DAD, LOOK OUT!" I screamed as I pointed in front of us at the deer
that just lunged out of the woods and into our path.  The next part I can
never recall that well, but everything seemed to slow down.  My dad throw
his head back to look out the window and swerved out of the way of the deer
and drove in a direction away from the road, and towards trees and what was
later described to me as a deathtrap of rocks and broken trees.  The next
thing I know, I am in the hospital bed, with an IV in my vein, and oxygen
mask on my face, and a hospital gown covering my small body.  As I began to
come to, I tried to move, sit upright but fell immediately back down due to
the immense pressure I felt on the back of my head and lower back.
	"No honey, don't move, just rest," a familiar voice said to me as
my eyes began to focus.
	"Hey mom, you just got back from work?" I asked not recognizing the
circumstances and location of this event.  She looked at my quizzically and
replied, "Sean, its Saturday, and I have some awful news."  She trailed off
at the end, her voice sounded burdened with grief and sorrow.  I had some
flashed back to Thursday, two days ago.
	"Sean, you were in an accident, and you have been in a comma, and,
and your father is dead," her lower lip was quivering, and her eyes began
to welt and tears flowed down her soft cheek.  I was speechless, just
praying that this was a dream, trying desperately to wake up in my own bed
with my sister jumping around at the foot of my bed again.  My mom took my
hand in hers and then another voice came into the mix.
	"How are you feeling, son?" Son? Dad was that you?  I turned my
head slowly to look, but was disappointed to see a doctor and nurse
standing next to me, checking some of the machines that were hooked up to
me.
	"Ah, I am feeling a bit sore, and at the same time, nothing..." He
described to me the events and that I was in shock.  Apparently my Dad had
steered into a ditch littered with rocks and trees and whatnot going around
fifty miles per hour since we were in a rush to get to school because I was
running late.  I was hurled out of the front window and managed to only
land on a rock and smash my head on a tree stump.  My dad died on impact.
I passed out apparently and woke up another couple hours later, with my mom
by my side again.
	"You gave us quite a scare, passing out like that in front of us,"
my mom was holding back more tears.  I was surprised I hadn't cried yet.
"Someone people have been calling repeatedly, trying to come see you, one
person in particular."  I already knew whom it was, and I was happy to hear
my guess confirmed.  "Jimmy is waiting outside, if you want to see him I'll
send him in."  I just nodded my head as the drugs continued to make keep me
in a state somewhere in between sleep and being awake.
	The double doors flew open and Jimmy came bounding in, running up
to my bed side, smiling, and yet underneath, holding back tears and putting
on a fake façade of courage.  "Hey," he said as he just stood at my side,
staring at my head that I found out was wrapped in bandages due to the
large gash that opened up my skull after I slammed into a rock.  I just
smiled at him.  I wanted to hug him and just go to sleep again, but I
didn't have to strength to move my arms.  Standing there at his full 5'5",
he looked like he always did, in his bathing suit that he always wore with
his boxers sticking out of the top.  He always wanted to learn how to be a
surfer, but never got a board, so he settled with the swimsuit and the
sandals that most surfers wore so he would at least look the part.  He was
wearing a tight little white wife beater to top it off and my hat that he
loved so much and eventually just took from me after one of our sleepovers
covered his short, soft brown hair.  "I was wondering where that went," I
said slowly, gesturing towards my hat with his head.
	"Well, I would give it to you, but then you would cover up those
sick scars that all the chicks will be dying to see and hear about," he
said with a smile as he propped himself up onto the hospital bed and sat
next to me.  We just sat in silence for about two minutes, just enjoying
each other's company and presence.
	"So how many times did you call before my mom let you come?" I
asked.
	"I lost track yesterday," he responded with a short laugh.  Another
long silence followed and then Jimmy piped up, "Look, I really don't know
what to say, I can't imagine what its like to have..." I cut him off.  I
just rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep again, and this time
for a long time, because when I woke up, I was in my own bed again, at
home.  Was it all a dream?  I propped myself up on my elbows but fell back
down after getting stunned by the sharp pain in the back of my head again.
I guess it wasn't all a dream, I was in an accident, and therefore, my dad
was dead.  My sister came bounding into my room again though, and this time
she just sat on my bed, and bent over to hug me good morning and then left,
skipping away.  It's interesting to see how young kids react when faced
with death.  My mom came into my room after her with some soup and a glass
of water for me.
	"What happened to the Eggos?" I asked as I tried to smile.  She
just looked into my eyes and kissed me on the forehead and answered, "I'll
be downstairs, just call if you need anything."
	The next few days home were so strange and just blended into one
big blur of one long day.  It was all the same, just new people.  People
from my mom's work, my dad's work, my family, my friends, the community,
you name it, they were all here at one point, paying their respects to us.
I was happy when my mom asked me when I was ready to go back to school.  I
was ready now; I needed to get out of this depressing house, out of this
hell and go back to the funny version of hell that some called school.  I
couldn't stand seeing my mom pace back and forth like a lost soul, just
walking around from room to room, searching, but never finding anything or
anyone.  School was like a safe haven, away from the reality of home.
	So when I returned to school, it was deemed unsafe for me to walk
around in the halls when other kids were trying to get to class incase I
were to get knocked onto the ground and get more head trauma and another
concussion.  Instead, I was granted the ability to leave all my classes
three minutes early to travel to my other class, and I need a helper to
carry my books and other crap from class to class for some retarded reason.
Everyone wanted to be my helper, but I assumed it was because that meant
they got to leave class early.  I picked the only kid who didn't ask; Fox.
He knew I was going to pick him, and he just grinned as I threw all my
books and notes at him to lug around for me for the next couple of days or
however long the school nurse feels I need an escort.
	"So how are we going to get in trouble if you are under constant
watch by the nurse and all the teachers!" Jimmy laughed as he teased me in
my condition.  He quickly looked serious again and apologized when he
didn't see me smile immediately.
	"Chill dude, we'll think of something," I said as I smiled at him
and we commenced with the math lesson that was taking place before us on my
first day back from school after my life-altering incident.  We will, in
time, right now I need to heal a little, and Fox knew that.  After math we
headed over to English together to sit through Mrs. Fat Ass's
lectures. That's not her real name, but she was huge, so that name stuck.
I couldn't concentrate at all during her class, not because of the mundane
crap she taught, but because my head was throbbing and I couldn't sit still
without thinking about the pain.  I raised my hand to ask if I could go to
the nurse, and without even asking, Fox picked up my books and bag and
walked with me down the hall to the nurse's office.  It hurt to talk, so
Fox did the talking for me, explaining where everything hurt and the extent
of my pain.  The nurse let me lie down for a while but it wasn't helping,
so she called my mom to pick me up.  About thirty minutes later my mom
arrived at the school to bring me home.  "What about me?" asked Jimmy as he
stared me in the eyes, knowing I wanted him to come home to take care of
me.  My mom looked skeptical, but she decided it would be best so she could
go back to work.
	No one else was at my home after my mom left, except Fox and I.
Just the way I like it.  He helped me upstairs to my room and suggested I
try to go to bed.  I couldn't do anything on my own because my head hurt so
much.  Without even motioning for him to help, Jimmy came over and began
peeling off my shirt, exposing my bare chest and torso and tight belly
complete with an inny belly button and slight six pac.  If I weren't in
such pain, I would love the attention he was giving me.  He slowly turned
me around so my back was facing him and he examined the large bruise and
slight scar that covered my lower back.  I gasped as he ran his hand out
and lightly touched it, just caressing my back, letting me know he was
there.  He pressed his body firmly up against me and reached around my
waist and fiddled with my zipper before he pulled it down and unbuttoned my
shorts.  I was in a state of pure bliss right now.  He was cuddling with me
in a way, and undressing me at the same time!  He slowly lowered my shorts
to the ground and lifted each of my feet up as he pulled my shorts out from
under me and threw then in a corner along with my socks that he had pulled
off.  I didn't want to go to bed, I wanted to stay in his arms for as long
as I could, but I was so out of it and going in and out of sleep just
standing there that I had no choice.  He walked me to my bed, guiding me
with his hands wrapped around my waist.  Lowering me softly into my bed he
pulled the sheets up and over my half naked body and planted a soft kiss on
my forehead.
	"If you need anything, I'll be right here, Sean," he said as he
pulled a chair beside my bed and watched me doze off into a nice sleep.  I
awoke about an hour later and he was in the same position looking down at
me, propping his head up on his hands.  I looked into his pale blue eyes
and admired his cute face as it peered back at me.  "How'd you sleep?" he
asked as he sat down on the bed next to me.
	I was still staring at him in a trance so it took a while for me to
answer, "Good, much needed."  He smiled and helped me up and he turned on
the television that was in my room and set up some x-box games and handed
me a controller.  "Hope your injuries don't apply to your character in the
game," he said as he started a match of Call Of Duty.  We played a couple
of rounds and then Jimmy started shifting around, like he was going to move
or something.  At the moment we were just sitting on the floor, with our
backs against my bed, facing the television.  Jimmy got up and grabbed a
few pillows off of my queen-sized bed and threw them on the floor and put
them behind his head as he got more comfortable.  "I don't want you to get
light headed and fall over and hit your head, you better come over here,"
Jimmy said as he pulled me closer to him and eventually got me in a
position in which I was resting my back against his chest and his legs we
splayed around me, like he was straddling me from behind.  Now I have yet
to feel light headed or even come close to falling over, but I wasn't going
to argue with him if it meant I was going to be held by him.  "That's
better, this way I can hold you and catch you incase you start to fall
asleep or something," Jimmy said as he wrapped his arms around me and
rested his head on my shoulder and continued playing the video games.  I
think he knew what he was saying was total bullshit, but who cares, I was
completely in his control.  Gradually his hands began to fall, and they hit
my belly and rested there.  His hands felt so good on my bare stomach and
his breath was sending shivers up my spine as he continued to blow air on
my neck with each exhale of his lungs.  Then his hands continued moving
south until they hit the top of my boxers and then they stayed there for a
while.
	"Fuck!" he shouted as I killed him in the game we were playing.
His hands shot up in the air with his comment.  When they came back to land
they were resting squarely on my crotch and the vibrating controller was
stimulating my quickly growing penis.  With each movement he made with his
hands to control his character in the game my dick twitched and I let out a
small gasp.  He had to realize what he was doing, he had to feel my hard
dick pushing against his hand.  Then I felt something poking my back so I
fidgeted and moved around and I heard him gasp a little.  My dick was now
painfully hard and clearly visible as it stretched my boxers and pitched a
nice sized tent.  It was getting harder and harder for me to concentrate on
the game because with each movement of Fox's hands my dick would jump and
twitch, begging for attention.  I slowly started to thrust my hips upward,
pushing my dick into his hands, which still held firmly onto the
controller.  I started panting as my thrust grew in intensity and were
pushing his hands up and down, clearly indicating that I desired some much
needed attention to a certain body part.  Jimmy got the hint and let go of
the controller and just let his hands rest on top of my five and a half
inches of boy meat.  "Fuuuccckkkk..." I exhaled as he just rested his hands
there.  Jimmy said nothing, he just gradually moved his hands upward and
started roaming over my body, caressing my chest and rubbing my nipples.
He traced every line of muscle that existed on my body, massaging my pecs
and tweaking my nipples gingerly.
	"Don't stop, Jimmy, please don't stop," I said as I let him take
complete control over my body.  His head, which was still resting on my
shoulder, tilted until his mouth came in contact with my neck and he kissed
me multiple times while his hands went back to my boxers and began to lower
them as I raised my butt off the floor to let him take my boxers off
completely.  I kicked them the rest of the way off as his hands went back
to exploring my now fully nude body.  They made their way into my inner
thigh and came in contact with my sac, which hung tightly to me, feeling
for the first time another hand.  I let out a long breath as he manipulated
my balls in his hands, rolling them around in his palm and tickling my
taint with his other hand.
	"Holy shit!" I cried as he continued to bring me closer to the edge
with his hands and mouth that was still kissing my neck.
	"I've been waiting for so long for this to happen," Fox said as he
gripped my hard dick and began to move his hand up and down, tugging on my
penis, jacking me off.  "Unfortunately, it had to happen this way..." he
trailed off as he continued pulling my dick.  I just relaxed against him,
losing all ability to move as he brought me closer to the point of no
return.  One of his hands went to my dick head and his pointer finger and
thumb just rubbed my head and played with my piss slit, while his other
hand went back to my sac and his fingers wrapped tightly around my balls
and pulled them away from my body, eliciting a small gasp from me.  He
didn't stop kissing me neck as I oozed pre cum that ran down the length of
my boy sized penis which he used as lubrication as he picked up his pace,
jacking me off faster.  "Jesus, that feels so fucking good!" I moaned as he
took some of my leaking pre cum and whipped his finger through it, bringing
it close to my face and extending his finger so it poked my lips.  He
wiggled his finger around until it separated my lips and I sucked on his
index finger, licking up all my fluids.  He pulled his finger out to go and
collect some more of my pre cum and returned it to his mouth this time.
"Tastes like chicken," Fox said smiling as he brought his hand back to my
nipples and caressed my naked body while his right hand continued to jack
me off.
	"Jimmy, fuck, Jimmy, ahh, I'm I'm..." then I spewed five shots of
hot cum that shot up and onto my naked body, coating me in my own semen
that slowly oozed down my tight stomach and pooled in my belly button.  I
collapsed against him as I closed my eyes and just enjoyed my orgasm while
Fox ran his hands through my cum and tugged lightly on my spent dick.  My
head was pounding when I came down from my high as I realized Jimmy was
still rubbing on my strangely still erect cock.  I had to pry his hand off
of my dick because I knew he wouldn't leave it alone if I just asked him; I
think he found a new favorite toy.
	"I was playing with that," Jimmy said as he reached out for it
again.
	"Not now Jimmy, its too sensitive," I replied as I tried to stand
up to walk to my bathroom to wash the cum off of my body.  Jimmy helped me
to my feet and let me into the bathroom but proceeded to get on his knees
and instead of using a washrag, he used his tongue to lap up all the cum
that was sticking to my body!
	"Holy fuck!" I screamed as his tongue came in contact with my dick
head.  I immediately started to ooze more cum as he flicked his tongue over
my dick head again, teasing me.  "I'm going to blow again if you keep that
up!" I said as I tried to pull his head away.
	"So what," he answered, going straight back for my dick.  His hands
went up and roamed over my body again, spreading my cum around, eventually
stopping at my ass.  He cupped each cheek in one hand and pulled me closer
to his open mouth, letting my dick head enter his open cavity.  The intense
heat and the wet tongue were too much for me and I shot my second load of
the day deep down his throat, which he swallowed willingly.  He had to
stabilize me with his hands as they gripped tightly to my ass because I
went weak at the knees and nearly fell over from the orgasm.  He brought
his head up to my belly button and extended his tongue into my navel,
sucking all the cum that had accumulated there and swallowed slowly,
savoring the taste.
	"Really does taste pretty fucking good," he said as he stood back
up and held my naked body upright until I got the ability to stand again.
	"What made you do that?" I asked after I caught my breath.
	"It just looked so good hanging there right in front of me," he
said as his hand went back to gripping my still hard dick.  "Man, do you
ever go soft?" he asked as he started to slowly jack me off.  Jesus, I
can't possibly shoot three loads in a matter of minutes, can I?
	"Well, I guess you just won't give me a change to go soft," I said
as I began thrusting my hips, guiding my dick into his hands, then pulling
it out in a nice rhythm.  He sped up his pace and was tugging furiously on
my now red and burning hot dick head.  "Jimmy, I think, I think I am
getting close," I managed to say as his other hand tickled my ball sac and
made me shiver in pleasure.
	"Give me all you got, I'm ready," he said as he got back on his
knees and took me back into his mouth.  That did it.  I shot for the third
time in a matter of twenty minutes.  I exploded all I had left into his
mouth and watched as some dribbled out the side of his lips, which were
wrapped around my dick head.  His tongue was continually across the
underside of my dick head as I pumped him full of boy cum.  He had to
stabilize me again as I leaned back against the bathroom wall.  A little
bit later he came up and looked me in the eyes.  "I don't think I can ever
get enough of that."  His hand wrapped around my dick again.
	"Please, Jimmy," I said as I panted, out of breath, "I don't have
any left!"  He tugged on my balls, cupping them.  "I think I can get a
little more out of these guys," he said as he rolled my balls around in his
hand.
	"No, Jimmy, don't!"  It was too late, he sank back down and put me
in his mouth.  He started out on my dick head like he did the last two
times, but he moved so he let my sac drop into his open mouth.  He swirled
his tongue around my tight sac as I moaned and cried out in pleasure and
pain from the uninterrupted attention my dick and balls are receiving.
"God damn, Jimmy!" I said as I ran my hands through his soft brown hair.
He went back to my dick head and plopped it back into his mouth as his
hands wrapped around my short shaft and jacked me off.  He had the tongue
of a god.  He knew exactly where to flick that pink soft tissue of his that
had me writhing in his mouth, squirming, so close to the edge.  My eyes
were rolling back into my head as I threw my head back and shot my forth
load of the day into his eager mouth.
	"Man that's good," Jimmy said as he came back up.  He was tugging
on his own dick through his pants.  It was clearly hard and pushing out his
surfer shorts that he loved so much.
	"Please, no more," I said as I collapsed into his hands, completely
exhausted.
	"Fine, I'll let you save up a little for later," he replied as he
helped me walk back into my room and put my boxers over my softened dick.
He pulled my shirt back over my head and helped me pull my shorts back on.
	"So what now," I said, still in a daze.  He answered by planting a
huge kiss on my lips, his tongue eagerly separating my lips until it pushed
its way into my mouth.  I was a little taken aback from this action, but I
quickly responded as my own tongue battled with his in my mouth.  My dick
instantly got hard again as his tongue prodded every inch of my mouth.  His
hands wrapped around my cheeks, holding my face firmly which he plowed his
tongue deeper down my throat.  I grabbed at his waist, pulling him closer
to me.  I felt his own hard member on mine as he pressed firmly against my
body with his own.  I pulled away from him to catch my breath.
	"Jesus!" I exclaimed, "That was amazing!" He just smiled and went
back to kissing me.
	"Sean? I'm home!" a voice yelled up the stairs from the kitchen.
Fuck, my mom came home early!  Jimmy quickly pulled his tongue out of my
mouth and told me to get back in bed to make it seem like I was just
resting.  I threw my clothes off and climbed under the covers and he tried
in vain to get the smell of cum out of the room.  He was just waving his
hands around in the air, trying to circulate the room.  We heard my mom's
feet on the steps as she came upstairs.
	"Sean? Jimmy?" she asked as she got closer to my room.
	"He's in here sleeping," Jimmy answered looking at his watch.  It
was only four-o-clock!  She must have left work early to check on me.
	"Thanks for looking after him James," she said to Fox as she went
over and sat on my bed, kissing me on the forehead.  "Ugh, it's so muggy in
here, open a window."  She went over to my window and opened it half way.
"That's better," she said as she went back over to me.  She asked me how I
was feeling and all that shit and I told her I was fine and Jimmy was
taking great care of me.  She turned to him and said, "I got it from here
James, you can leave if you have to go home or you can stay, but I'm sure
your parents would like to see you."
	"I guess I should head home," Jimmy said as he turned to leave.
"See you tomorrow?' he asked me.
	"You bet," I answered as I smiled at him, unable to wait until
tomorrow.
	"I'll start making dinner so we can eat early and you can go to bed
after you do some of your work."
	"Okay mom," I said as I watched Jimmy leave the front door from my
window, which looked over my front lawn.  See you tomorrow, Fox, I thought
to myself as I started doing some of the homework I had.

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