Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2009 13:05:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Chaos Wolf <chaoswolf04@yahoo.com>
Subject: All American Kitsune 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 to play smart. Use protection. This is the
continuation of All American Kitsune. If this sounds like something you
want to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for
another story to read.

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All American Kitsune Chapter 3

It was Saturday afternoon. In the morning, Zack and Terry went home shortly
after breakfast. Grandma came over to check up on me to see how I was
doing. She quietly observed me change from being human to being a humanoid
fox. She then asked, "Have you gone beyond that?"

I knew I looked stupid when I asked, "Gone beyond?" She said, "Gone beyond
to become a full fox, Daisuke. Oh, I had a feeling about this. That is why
I got you this." She reached into the bag and pulled out a book. It was all
in Japanese, but when you are around it as much as me, I could read it
easily. She said, "The instant I found out about you, I ordered this as
soon as I could. The books here weren't to my liking so I got this from
Japan." I skimmed through the book. It seemed to be a book about Japanese
folklore detailing all kinds of mythological creatures from the kappa to
oni to what I was, a kitsune. The book even had all of the well-known
Japanese fairy tales. She said, "It's difficult to know what a real kitsune
like you is capable of and what is purely fiction, but I thought this would
help." I thanked her for the book. True, it was another book, just another
to add to my collection, but it was one of the very few non-manga books
that was in Japanese. She gave me a hug and told me that she loved me and
headed home.

I headed upstairs still in fox mode to start reading. As I lay on my bed to
start to read the book, I glanced at the calendar. I jumped from my
bed. Was I seeing things right? I skimmed it over. Yes, there was
today. This coming Friday's Halloween. Then I saw what was listed for
Saturday. Could it be that soon? In the space for that day was written
"Pick up Kazu."

My distant cousin, Hirokazu Nogura, recently graduated high school and was
enrolling here in this city at one of our colleges to start his studies in
the spring semester. His parents realized after signing that the college
was in our city. Like I said, we met them some years ago. They didn't have
our address, but found us eventually. Our parents corresponded with each
other and came up with the idea for him to live with us for those roughly
two months to ease him into living here in America rather than having all
coming at once when he got to the university. His last letter to me said
that he looked forward to seeing me and getting to know me better. With it,
he attached a recent picture of him in his baseball uniform. He was
shortstop for the Sharks, his high school team. According to him, he's a
great player and according to the last letter, it seemed that he was intent
on trying out for the university team.

Kazu was like a cicada, doing certain things at particular times in the
year. During baseball season, he pretty much focused on just that. Other
times of the year, it was kendo. He also volunteered at a nearby Shinto
shrine regularly doing odd jobs, but mainly to greet visitors. It wasn't as
big or as famous as some others, but that didn't bother him. Why should it?

It was nice that the spare room was just that, a room that's just there. I
knew what would be happening today and tomorrow, getting ready. A knock at
the door. Speaking of which.

My dad was at the door. He said, "Let's get the spare room ready." I said,
"All right." I abandoned the book and followed him across the hall. The
spare room used to be my room when I was just a baby because it was closer
to my parents' room than the one I am in currently. To be honest it hadn't
really been used as a place to live in since then.

We spent the next couple of hours clearing out the closet and taking the
stuff to the attic. We also washed the sheets and polishing the
furniture. This was all to make an extreme effort to make the room
alive. We even left the entirety of the rest of today and all of tomorrow
to give the room a painting which it never had in years.

By the end of the weekend, I was grateful that all that cleaning was behind
me. My dad talked with me Sunday night before bed, the furry me and said,
"Kazu doesn't know about this. I know it's a part of you and I love you
regardless, but you have to be human while he's here."

I was pretty much let down about that. One part of me knew my father was
right. Kazu was on my father's side of the family, a distant relation, and
wouldn't know the truth about me. The other part of me felt I would be
denying what I was. Then an idea hit me. It wouldn't be like he would be in
my room with me and he'd only see me with my clothes on. I reclined in the
plush chair that sits in the corner where I like to read and began to think
of Kazu. I rubbed the front of my jeans, thinking of my distant cousin all
decked out in his baseball uniform. I especially thought of those nice and
snug baseball pants. I thought of him walking in them and the way the
material moved over his ass and his cup. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my
dick out. I looked at it as my hand slowly moved entranced by the way my
foreskin slid back and forth over the glans. Sometimes I'll just want to
cum as quickly as possible. Then there will be times when I want to take it
nice and prolong the pleasure. Forward and back it went like the tide. I
repositioned myself. I knew what was going to happen. Soon my balls
clenched. I opened my mouth to catch the thick cream shooting. I was
positioned in a great spot to catch most of it. I licked my mouth and
swallowed my load.

As I put my manhood back inside, I thought of something Zack once told
me. He said he wished that he was uncut like me. What can I possibly say to
that? I said, "Be thankful it works and hey, at least it's bigger than
mine." While mine is almost 6 and a half inches, Zack's was longer by an
inch. Plus his nuts were larger than mine.

I took off my clothes to get ready for bed. I probably shouldn't have
bothered zipping up. Oh well. I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed
entering a deep sleep, dreaming of Kazu all naked holding my equally naked
body sleeping together in the same bed, his crotch grinding into my butt.

I woke up, scratching my head and yawning, ready to start the day. That's
when I remembered the dream. Where did that come from? I knew Kazu was hot,
but he was my cousin.  Shouldn't it be weird to consider such a thing? Then
again it was just a dream, just the meaningless ramblings of the
unconscious. Besides, it was unlikely that it would happen. Thinking about
it did get me horny again though. I slipped my hand into my underwear and
stroked my dick as I walked to the bathroom to take a bath.

On Wednesday, our school had our weekly matchup against another school's
wrestling team. We headed back to Lincoln after an easy win to change our
clothes and head home after a nice shower. Zack and I were the first ones
back in the locker room. There was a gleam of naughtiness in my best
friend's eyes. He took my hand and pulled me close to him. I was
alarmed. What if someone saw us? His hand kneaded the front of my singlet
before slipping inside to stroke my cock tenderly. I giggled, "Let go, you
goober. Do you want to be caught like this in here?" He let me go and said,
"Yea, you're right. We can continue this later." Luckily, we had ourselves
calmed enough before any of our teammates saw us sporting boners.

We all had a nice shower and we prepared to go home. Zack and I headed out
wearing sweatpants. We held our duffle bags in one hand and the other's
shoulder with the other hand as we made our way to his jeep.

Sometime later, he stopped the jeep on a seldom visited side street. For a
second, I wondered why he stopped, but it didn't take me long to know
why. He moved his hand downward and started to feel himself, feeling the
material over his manhood looking at me dreamily. He tilted his head,
beckoning me to come close to him. I scooted next to him and placed my hand
inside the pants and started to stroke his cock. He reached over and
started doing the same to me. I pulled his sweats down and took him into my
mouth as I stroked faster and faster. Zack pleaded, "Oh, oh. That's it. Get
me off Daisuke. Milk my huge nuts, bro." I wouldn't be much of a friend if
I didn't make him feel good. I kept at it and eventually his moaning got
louder. He put his right hand on my head and fondly stroked it and my
back. His body tensed up and thick jizz shot into my mouth. I sucked all I
could out of him and squeezed the tip to make sure I got it all. I picked
my head back up and said contently, "Yum." He looked at me and said, "No
let's deal with you."

He slipped his hand inside and began to fondle me.  That turned on, it
didn't take me long to burst. A small wet spot appeared on the front as he
pumped faster and faster. He alternated his action. With one hand he tugged
on my balls and then he was right back to pumping my meat. I was moaning,
moaning dirty words in Japanese. While English is my first language,
sometimes I'll just naturally spout in Japanese words, just like I would
spew Japanese jizz soon. While Zack had no idea what I was saying, it was a
turn on for him. I went rigid and the wet spot grew and grew as my dick
throbbed and throbbed. He took out his cum coated fingers and licked them
clean. Zack then pulled my face close to his and drove his tongue into my
mouth. We passionately kissed each other for several minutes before he
said, "Well, let's get going before our parents worry."

I didn't get home too late for my parents to worry. My dad asked, "How did
it go?" I giggled, "We won easily. No problem." I walked up the stairs to
my room. Sure, no problem. I still had enough energy to fool around a bit
with my best friend.

It soon reached Friday, good ole Halloween. I put on my Tetsuo costume and
walked across the street to Zack's house. I was about the ring the doorbell
when Zack opened the door already fully dressed in his costume saying, "Saw
you coming across. You really did use styling gel." I replied, "Well, I had
to find the littlest bottle I could because I can't get my hair to stand up
the way it is normally. You dyed your hair I see." He laughed, "Well, it
was kinda trippy for me to see my reflection in the mirror with black
hair." I laughed back, "Nothing beats seeing a fox's head in the morning
where a human's should be.". We got into his jeep and headed to school.

Halloween at Lincoln High for years has been relatively easy. Teachers know
we're focus on the costumes and the festivities. We meet in the auditorium
in the morning for the contest because the teachers want to get it out of
the way so our minds aren't to preoccupied. There's a bracket for each
grade as well as one for teachers and staff.

We got out of Zack's jeep. One of our classmates asked, "Who are you guys
supposed to be?" Zack replied, "I'm dressed like Kaneda." I continued, "And
I'm supposed to be Tetsuo, when he got insane". The guy said, "No one knows
who they are. Maybe you should wear nametags or something." Zack and I just
shrugged our shoulders. Kaneda nor Tetsuo wear nametags anywhere in the
film.

Zack said, "Going to the Pumpkin Bash dance tonight, Matt?" I answered,
"Sorry aibo. I gotta take Max out trick or treating tonight?" He equipped a
puzzled look and asked, "Who?" I said, "The son of my dad's best friend."
He said, "Oh. Wasn't he that little boy next to that man who was talking to
your father at last week's match?" I nodded, "Hey, That's cool. No
problem. Terry and I will miss you though."

Had we thought of it before the deadline, we would have asked Terry if he
wanted to got dressed as Yamagata from the same movie that we used as the
basis for our costumes. So he wasn't wearing a costume. Then again, had we
gone with that, I would have had to dress as Tetsuo from the beginning of
the movie instead of the one that's depicted near the end of the film.

We headed inside and beheld the many costumes roaming the hall. We looked
through the window of the Dean's office. Yup, no costume. He accepts
revelry in others, but not in himself. Sure, he'll smile and act nice, but
I guess he believes costumes are silly.

We walked into Mr. East's classroom after getting our things who was
wearing a Ben Franklin wig. He nodded at us and we took our usual spots
next to each other. Everyone talked casually about their plans for
nighttime, mostly about the dance. There wasn't going to be a History
lesson right now, why start one when we would end up pausing to attend the
costume contest which was supposed to gobble an hour. Better to wait until
after the assembly was over. The intercom came on and a young man's voice
came on, "The costume contest is due to begin in the auditorium. Please
report to the auditorium." We slowly rose from our desks and walked orderly
to the auditorium.

Soon we approached the doors to the auditorium. The glass case next to them
was open. Here they would put the pictures of everyone who was
participating. One of the administrative staff motioned for me and Zack to
come over.  We knew from previous years that those who aren't participating
sit in the rows and those who are brave enough to don costumes go on
stage. We walked down the hall to where the costumed students were lining
up. One by one, we started to be let in. A young man sat at a desk and gave
us paper tags bearing a number. He said, "Fill your name out and what your
costume is supposed to be." Zack was number 23 and I was number 24. Another
clerk took a photo of each participant. There was a desk where other
students were writing their names and what their costume was. I leaned
over, took a black marker in my hand and wrote my full name, whispering as
I wrote it, "Name: Matthew Daisuke Kojima. Costume: Tetsuo" Zack was next
to me as he wrote Zackary D. Barton as he wrote "Kaneda" on his tag. I
wanted to write that the character was from the animated film Akira, but
there wasn't enough room. Oh well. I hung my tag around my neck and so did
Zack. Once we did that, we lined up to take our pictures.

Soon everyone was organized by grade level. We heard the Principal,
Dr. Howard Price speaking to the audience. Dr. Price was a tall slim man
with spectacles. If a stranger was to glance at him on the street, he would
think that our Principal was a mortician or something. He spoke into the
microphone and said, "Welcome to this year's Halloween Costume Contest. I
ask that you not decide until the contest is over. Pictures of the
contestants are outside. Ballots are due by 3PM. Let's being the show
starting with the freshmen."

We had to wait our turn. When we heard our number, we were to approach the
stage, say our name, what we were dressed as, and then cross over to the
other side of the stage.

Finally, it was time for us to appear on the stage. Since Zack had a higher
number than me, he went ahead of me. I heard him say his name and that he
was dressed as Kaneda. I saw him show of the capsule on the jacket's
back. Nearly the entire audience was clearly confused. I then walked out
onto the stage.

I walked upon the stage like I was somebody, like I needed to be taken
seriously. I gazed upon the field of students and said, "For those who
don't know me, I'm Matt Kojima. I'm dressed as Tetsuo from the film Akira."
The puzzlement came back. I shrugged my shoulders and laughed, leaving the
stage. Loopy, I know, but I can act loopy when I want to.  In the end, what
matters for the costume contest is not familiarity with the costume's
source material, but how good the costume is. Well, at least it's supposed
to be. What works against me and Zack is that few people are familiar with
the movie and are thus unable to compare our costumes with the depictions
from the film.

It took a while, but the contest eventually ended. By the time we left the
auditorium, all the photos were in the glass case and it had been
locked. We weren't allowed to vote for ourselves of course because the
ballots were only given to those in the audience.

With that done, we attended condensed classes the rest of the day. This is
primarily the reason why the teachers don't plan much for a day like
this. Why get deep into lessons when you just have to leave them shortly
afterwards.

Dr. Price was busy today however. The auxiliary building had recently been
demolished and the school district had commissioned Blake Developments Inc
to build a new wing for the school. The auxiliary building was heavily used
about 50 years ago, but over the years it became largely forgotten. There
was something that happened all those years ago that led to it becoming
abandoned. Sure there were attempts to reopen the old building, but nothing
happened. Something always happened which prevented it from being opened.
One year, there were dozens of thick and fat slugs found living in several
of the dilapidated rooms. Another year, all the sinks and toilets flooded
the entire building. Then, as soon as the building was left alone, there
was no physical trace that these things happened. Eventually, some kids
just said it was haunted or something.

The current school and district admin decided that rather than the building
just sitting there as an eyesore, it should just be demolished and create a
new wing which would connect to the school. So that's what would happen and
they were going to break the ground today at lunch. Students could even
attend if they wanted. We chose not to attend the groundbreaking ceremony.
It was partly due to its bizarre history, and partly because Zack says that
lunchtime is for lunch. Besides, the ceremony was taking place outside the
cafeteria and we could see just fine.

The day soon ended and everyone went home. Alas, we didn't win the costume
contest, but we did have fun. As we got to Zack's jeep, he took off the
jacket. I asked, "Getting hot?" He shook his head, "No. This is for you?"I
was stunned, "For me?" He said, "Sure is. Just think of it as an early
Christmas present from me, the one and only present you're getting from
me. Well, one second thought, the only one that costs money." I hugged him
and said, "Thanks. It really means a lot." I held it in my arms as we got
in and went home.

My dad's best friend David Archer was taking his wife to a Halloween
masquerade ball and Max was still young enough to want to go trick or
treating. Even if he didn't, he would still need someone to look after
him. Naturally, I fit the parameters.  Honestly, they wanted to pay me to
look after him, but I declined because I felt that it wouldn't be right.

When I got home, I took another bath and then cleaned my costume. If I was
to take Max out, I would need to look my best. However, there was going to
be a change to it. Rather than wear the grey jeans I wore as part of the
costume, I put on my modified jeans. The red cape hid the hole in the rear
that would soon be filled. Fully clothed, I went downstairs to have a quick
dinner before leaving. Dad asked, "Wearing that costume again to take Ted
out trick or treating?" I replied after swallowing my food, "Sure am, but
with some modifications." He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh?" Before he
could ask what I had in mind, it became obvious. My hair changed colors,
bare skin developing similar hairs. There was a ruffle behind the cape, my
tail firmly in place. I paused eating while my muzzle grew, but I was right
at eating once it was fully developed. Once done, I put the emptied dish in
the sink and washed up.

A few minutes later, I was off in my little 2 door car to the Archer's
house. I was going along nicely when I heard a police siren. Oh, my God,
what now? I breathed deeply as I awaited the policeman. Once I saw him, I
rolled down the window. The setting sun's light shined on his cocoa skin. I
looked at him and then directly at the front of his slacks. I thought hmm,
looking good there. The officer looked at me funny and before I could start
drooling over what he kept behind the zipper, he said, "You can relax.
That's some costume you got on. Can you see out of that thing?" I replied,
"Yes, officer". He then took out a pen and waved it in the air. I guess I
was supposed to follow it with my eyes which I did. Satisfied, he put the
pen away. Feeling I was in the clear, I looked at his crotch again briefly,
but this time my eyes caught some movement in there. Time seemed to slow to
a stop as he looked at me looking at him. He cleared his throat, smiled and
said, "Going to a costume party?" I said, "No sir, taking my family
friend's son out trick or treating." He nodded and said, "I see. You can
move along there. Safe driving."

A few minutes later, I arrived at my destination. I parked on the side of
the street. I got out of the car and headed up the driveway. I looked at my
watch. Still about an hour before it was supposed to start and I still
didn't know what Max was going to be dressed as for Halloween. I rang the
doorbell and Mrs. Archer answered the door.  Her eyes got really huge and I
honestly thought she was going to scream. She looked pass me at my car and
then looked at me and asked, "Matt, is it that you in there?" I nodded and
said, "Yes, it's just me in a costume." She nodded, and said, "Well come on
in and make yourself at home". I went inside after her as she called above
the stairs, "David! Matt's here!" I heard a door close and soon I saw my
dad's friend. As soon as he saw me, he laughed, "What a costume. It looks
so real." I said, "It's something that's been in the family that I only
found out about a couple of weeks ago. Since it's Halloween, I'd thought
I'd give it a go." He nodded and said, "Well Max is in the rec room. Have
you had anything to eat yet?" I replied, "I ate before coming here, but
thanks anyway."

The Archers still had to get ready for the ball so I headed down the hall
to the recreation room. I opened the door and found Max absorbed into one
of his cartoons. He was dressed like a ninja. He turned around and his eyes
lit up. "Cool costume Matt. What are you supposed to be?" I said, "Well,
it's hard to describe. I'm supposed to be a creature from Japanese
mythology called a kitsune. I thought you were going to go as that
character, that talking orange on that show." He rolled his eyes, "Citrus
Squad? That show's stupid." He emphasized the word stupid, but a year ago,
he probably would have loved watching the show. I sat down on the couch
next to him to pass the time.

Sometime later, his dad came in and said, "Well we're heading out now. You
two boys have fun. Don't be out too late." He turned around and walked
away. The two of us headed after him and saw them get into their car and
drive away.

I looked down at Max and said, "Want to go trick or treating now?" He
looked at me and then out the door and said, "It's hardly dark out. I want
to go when there's no more sunlight." I said, "You're choice." I closed the
door and we headed back to the rec room to watch more cartoons.

About an hour later, he looked out the window and leaping off the sofa, he
said, "Let's go now." I nodded and said, "All right."  I got out and
stretched. He was at the door while I was making sure the house was
secure. I had borrowed the extra house key from Mr. Archer so we could get
back in afterwards. They were supposed to be gone all night and wouldn't be
back until around midnight.

We walked out the door and I made sure the house was locked up tight. There
were already kids about and I asked Max, "Where do you want to start?" He
pointed right, so that's where we started.

There were plenty of people who were amazed by the lifelike costume I was
wearing. Oh, if they only knew that it was real. Max wanted me to stay on
the sidewalk while he approached a house. That was fine. I could still keep
an eye on him.

As we began the journey back to his home, I became sort of sidetracked.
Something didn't seem right. I looked up to the sky and saw the full moon
had adopted an orange color to it. I then stopped in my tracks as did Max
when he saw that I stopped. Everyone around us ignored the two of us and
kept to their candy seeking ways. I got a little light headed, which faded
away. I looked ahead and in the middle of the street, I saw a guy in a
barbarian costume. His face was that one of deep physical pleasure. His
dick was out and he held his hands down as he thrust his pelvis back and
forth. My cock started to inflate. If Max noticed or if he said anything
about it, I didn't hear. The costumed young man, who looked no older than
I, was in a position like he was either receiving a blowjob or fucking
ass. Apparently it was very intense, but why was nobody seeing this? Why
was I the only one to see it? Max tugged on my red cape and said, "Are you
okay Matt?" I broke out of my lustful haze and said, "Yea, I'm all right."
I looked back and the guy was no longer there, but my throbbing boner was
still here. Luckily, it was already going away.

As we approached his house, before I realized what he was up to, he reached
back and yanked my tail. I grimaced and yelped in pain. There was no one to
observe this. The frozen face of Max's face as he held my tail in his hands
was priceless. It was the same sort of face a kid might take on when he
pulls a mall Santa's beard and finds that not only it's fake, but that a
beloved relative is the Santa. He quickly let go and was quiet as we walked
up the steps.

By now it was nearing 9:30pm. Max's dad said he could have three pieces of
candy and that was it, the rest would have to go in the fridge. I took the
plastic pumpkin from Max and said, "Let's see what we have here." I spilled
the contents on the dinner table and began to sort them out so Max could
get a clear view of what he was able to procure tonight. "Mind if I have a
chocolate?" Max quietly said, "Okay." I spied one of my favs. I picked it
up, unwrapped it and popped it into my mouth.

The boy wasn't getting any candy, very unusual. I looked at him and said,
"What's wrong?" He pointed to my tail and he said, "That?" I chuckled, "Oh,
you mean this thing?" Max looked sheepish and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't
know it was real." I sighed, "Look. I'm not mad at you for pulling my
tail. You didn't know it was real. What seven year old boy, what normal
person, would think something like this is real." He simply nodded and
decided to take a piece of candy after all. That was all he ate and the
rest ended up in the fridge. After a little bit of watching more cartoons,
I said, "Let's get you to bed." Max said, "Okay."

We went to the bathroom and filled the tub up with bubble bath. He managed
quiet well while I laid out his pajamas on his bed. Afterwards, I took off
the red cape and headed back upstairs. I sat next to him as he washed
himself humming some nonsense song. I kept my eye on the time and it was
approaching 10pm, his bedtime. I asked, "Ready to get out?" He nodded and I
unplugged the drain. I took an old bucket which was used to rinse him off
and washed away all the bubbles. I helped Max out of the tub and dried him
off.

We walked back to his bedroom and he put his pajamas on and climbed into
bed. I rummaged through his little library of books and I asked, "Want me
to read you a bedtime story?" He shook his head and said, "No, I want to
know more about what you are?" I looked at him. Might as well. I sat next
to him and we began our bedtime interview. I asked, "So what do you want to
know?" He asked, "When did this happen?" I said, "Oh, about a few of weeks
ago. I found myself looking like this when I woke up." Max asked, "You were
a person when Daddy took me to your game last week, now you're a fox." I
replied, "I can do this anytime I want and can change any part of myself."
He paused and grinned, looking unsure of what to say next, but "Are you
furry like that all over, even down there." He looked at my crotch and I
knew what he meant. I replied, "All over." He reached over and for a
second, I thought he was going to touch my crotch, but instead he took my
hand. He examined it closely like he was in a science class. He slowly felt
the fur, my claws, and my padded hands. He then leaned over and looked down
my shirt. He laid on the bed laughing, "Just like a cartoon character." I
laughed back, "Yup, just like a cartoon character. Any other questions?" He
shook his head and yawned, "No. Thanks for telling me. I'm going to have to
keep it a secret, right?" I nodded and said, "Sure, otherwise I might be
captured by some crazy person." He reached and gave me a hug. I said, "Good
night Max." He said, "Good night Matty." I stood up and walked away. I
turned off the lights and let him get a good night's sleep.

I headed downstairs to watch TV while I waited for his parents to return. I
could have become human again, but then I would probably have to explain
where the fox costume went. His parents did return at midnight, just like
they said they would. As his mom went upstairs to check on the boy, his dad
asked, "How did it go tonight?" I said, "No problem. Got some candy, ate a
piece, take a bath, go to sleep. Overall, a memorable Halloween."
Mr. Archer looked at his watch and said to me smiling, "Well, it's getting
late and you probably should get home. Your dad tells me you have busy day
tomorrow. Tell him I said hi." I replied, "Yes sir." I gathered my cape
from the couch and headed out the door.

The dive back home was quieter and not as exciting like the one from home.
No gorgeous cop in sight, but the image of the guy that no one saw entered
back into my mind. With one hand feeling the front of my jeans and the
other I the wheel, I drove on.

The house was quiet when I got in. My parents trust me enough and aren't
vultures waiting at the door. I went upstairs to go to get ready for bed. I
heard my dad's voice saying, "Is that you, Matt?" I called out, "Yea it's
me. I'm getting ready for bed. By the way, Mr. Archer said hello." I would
need to get as much sleep as possible since tomorrow would be very busy.

After I put my new jacket in the closet, I washed up and then took my
clothes off once I got back to my room. It was just me and my furry self
wearing nothing but underwear. I turned off the light and began to sleep.
After a few minutes, I got out of bed, thinking someone was there. I looked
at the window; it seemed to come from there. I looked out the window and
saw nothing. I scratched my left ear and climbed back into bed. I pulled
down the sheets and started to stroke myself. The guy dressed in the
barbarian costume had the build of a football player. Jocks turn me on,
especially if they are in their uniforms. It's yet another reason why I
joined the wrestling team.

I focused on the image, imagining it was me and my mouth that the guy was
driving his dick into. Faster I went, the tighter I gripped my cock. The
pressure started to build and soon I couldn't hold it anymore. I shot my
teenage load into my sheets. Feeling relief, I fell asleep.

I woke up almost six hours later. Not the amount of sleep I wanted, but I
knew that today we had lots to do. My parents were busy the entire week. My
dad's a veterinarian and he said that it seemed that more animals paid a
visit to his office. Whether or not this was truly the case, who knows? My
mom on the other hand, was also busy at the accounting firm. Kazu's flight
wasn't due to arrive until 1pm, but we still had plenty to do today to get
ready. After a simple breakfast, the first task was visiting Nippon Mart
which was practically the only place to get Japanese foodstuffs.  Kazu just
loves ramune, a type of soft drink sold in Japan, and I knew we had to
stock up on it. Mom also had a list of items to get to cook Kazu's first
meal stateside.

Sure, we eat Japanese food on occasion, but we live in a multicultural city
and sample all types. I felt that Kazu would need to adjust quickly to our
culinary tastes because we can't eat Japanese food everyday and I'm sure he
knows this.

After going grocery shopping we put everything away and went to a deli to
have po-boy sandwiches. There wasn't much time left and we headed straight
to the airport. It was 12:30 when we got there and would have to wait
awhile. We waited outside the gate that he was supposed to come out of.
There we were sitting outside the gate with me checking every so often to
see if my cousin's flight was going to be on time. Soon the announcer came
on the intercom and announced that Kazu's flight was arriving. We stood up
and waited for him to exit.

People filed out and we saw him then and he saw us. He had a small backpack
with him as he approached and greeted us. He had a small backpack with
him. We then headed to the baggage claim area to get the rest of his
things. He only brought two suitcases with him and the plan was to do a
check on what he had and what he still needed. My parents were gracious
enough to pay for these things. As I followed, I took the opportunity to
check out Kazu's jean covered butt which was shaped similar to mine. It
must be a family trait.

We picked up his luggage and headed back home. On the way we struck up a
conversation. He wanted to practice his English and I didn't mind. Even
though he took it in school, he felt that he should keep practicing and
learn more to be able to communicate better especially if he was going to
college here. Kazu was very eager to learn more about America and Texan
culture in particular since we live in Texas. He asked, "How's school
going?" I replied, "Going great, team's doing fine." He nodded and said, "I
got bored on the flight so I started to draw." He opened the backpack and
showed me the contents. He took out a sketchpad and showed me some of his
artwork. Some drawings were of fantastic buildings that don't really
exist. Other drawings were of various animals. Some were real, others
fictional. I saw a picture of his depiction of a kitsune. My face didn't
betray the irony that I felt, that he was sitting next to a real one. There
were a few people he drew and as I looked through the pages, it seemed that
most were of guys. I chose not to say anything because I didn't want to
embarrass my cousin. Of course I might have said something had my parents
not been in the car also, but I'd rather let him talk about his subject
matter on his own terms.

We got home and it was up to me to show Kazu to what would be his room for
the next two months and between semesters. He looked around the room and
understood that it wasn't furnished since it was seldom used. He looked out
the window and said, "Wow, what a view!" The window showed a glimpse of
downtown and I would have to agree. When they have fireworks, you can just
look out the window and watch the show. The room's closet was pretty
big. It would have to be to store all that stuff that we had in there. As
such, two people could comfortably lay down in there side by side. I asked,
"Anything else I can help you with?" He smiled with a glimmer in his eyes
and said, "No. I can manage." He then turned and started to unpack his
stuff. I said, "Well if you need anything at all, my room's at the other
end of the hall. I'll be there doing some reading for school." Kazu said,
"Okay then." I left him to go back to my room and studied some. The hours
passed and it was soon time for dinner.

I had to go help my parents prepare the meal that we would have. We had
udon noodles with chicken and various vegetables with teriyaki and soy
sauce on the side. Sometimes we'll do a little experimenting and substitute
salsa, but didn't this time. Kazu seemed to enjoy the meal. Me, I could
probably eat three bowls of noodles if I was hungry enough. After dinner,
we all settled into our routines, minus what I have been doing. Ever since
I woke up, I had remained in my human form, with no bit of my fox form
showing. I had finished my homework and Kazu finished unpacking and storing
his stuff away in the way that he liked. Afterwards, he began to take note
of what things he needed. There were some things that we obviously needed
to get him as soon as possible and others that we would get in time. Then
there were those things that he had to be understanding and accommodating.
For example, he probably would need a computer for college, but for now, he
would use mine or my parents which was in the living room. Toiletries were
easy and would probably get that stuff tomorrow when we got the Sunday
paper. Anything else was going to be pretty much wait and see.

It soon became time to go to bed. Kazu looked to us to see what our routine
was and adjusted accordingly. We had all sorts of activities planned.
Tomorrow, my parents and I planned to show him around town with extra
emphasis on the vicinity around our house. Next Saturday, Dad planned to
take him to the DMV to get an ID card. Time wise, we couldn't do everything
this weekend and I still didn't know what he was supposed to do all day
while I was at school and my parents were at work. However, that was
something that would be discussed and taken care of in due time, but it was
generally felt that these first few days would be spent becoming
acclimatized to being here in another country.

We all went to our separate rooms ready for bed. In Kazu's case, he needed
the rest because he was suffering from jetlag and would need to spend time
readjusting. I entered my room, took my clothes off and climbed into bed.

I opened my eyes, me in a half asleep daze. I could have sworn I heard a
tap, tap, tap at my bedroom window. I must be hearing things. Tap, tap, tap
again. I yawned and scratched my head. Tap, tap, tap. My mind was becoming
more awake. I obviously heard the noise and I could see an odd shadow being
cast on the floor by the moonlight. What was it?

I climbed out of bed and plodded to the window still semi asleep. I snapped
out of it and that's when I saw who was outside the window. It was Terry,
shirtless, with his wings flapping to keep him in the air.

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Copyright/Trademark info: The characters Kaneda, Tetsuo, and Yamagata are
from an anime film called Akira produced by Ryohei Suzuki and Shunzo
Kato. It was based on the manga of the same name written by Katsuhiro
Otomo. These characters were created by him, not me.

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