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(letter from the author, please read before you read the story {Includes Disclaimer})

Dear Reader,

Thank you for deciding to read my story, "My Human Kuni". This is the first chapter in what was my first furry novel ever. I wrote this novel over a year ago, and am only now typing it out for people to read, so you are all getting a once in a lifetime opportunity to read the novel that made Bennettworks what it is today.

I want you all to know that while this story is a gay themed novel, it does contain heterosexual content and bisexual content. I wrote this story primarily for the gay audience, but I included heterosexual content and bisexual for the other readers out there that might be interested in something a little different. So this is me warning you all ahead of time that I am going to label this series as a M/M series, with bisexual content in some chapters.

I also want to let you know that some chapters don't even have any real sex in it, more just casual groping. This book is a LONG novel, and believe me there will be plenty of sex in the chapters to come, but there is at least one sexual reference (however minor some of them are) in each chapter. That brings me to my disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 or 21 in your area, or are offended by extreme and unusual sexual content (watersports, incest, bestiality - as in inter-species sex, rape) then I suggest that you stop reading and go elsewhere. My Human Kuni contains a lot of extreme and unusual sexual content, and I warn you ahead of time. However if you enjoy these things, then this is the novel for you.

Some of you may notice some characters in this story that have made appearances in other stories of mine. Adrian from this story is made reference to in Tales From Apartment 232 when Renee describes his look as "The Adrian De Pierce look". You may notice the name Sparky used in this novel. I assure you that the Sparky of My Human Kuni is not the same Sparky of Tales From Apartment 232. One thing however that is the same, is the character if Ishanka "Lotus" Tani. Ishanka makes his debut in My Human Kuni, back when his character was a teenager. Yes My Human Kuni takes place on a different planet other than earth, but rest assured I have an explanation as to how Ishanka wound up on earth if anyone cares to E-mail me for it.

I want to let you know that this story was written more than a year ago, so forgive me if it is not the same quality that my writing today has become. I am retyping it from the manuscript I have sitting on my desk here at home. Please be patient in waiting for the other chapters. It's a LONG book at over 309 pages. Anyhow, here is Chapter 1

Kick back and enjoy the read!

David Bennett of Bennettworks

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Chapter 1:

Reveille

It was a sunny Sunday morning, like I haven't seen in years. Damn sun, I hated it. Rain had been falling for the two weeks prior and I liked the rain, it was nice to feel upon my fur. I suppose it's the swimmer in me. I awoke to the godsdamned red sun shining proudly through my bedroom window, illuminating my attic bedroom and my face. The heat/light combination annoyed me to no end, for you see it was still the weekend and I had school the next day. Sleep was my #1 priority. I had planned on sleeping in as late as possible, but the sun placed a nix on those plans for the moment. I looked out the window off to my right and out at my neighbor's metal roof. I observed that the Qualagra trees, a palm tree look alike only with striped smooth fruit, were growing strong in their yard, and they were swaying a little in an unseen breeze as that damned sun continued to shine at me defiantly despite my silent efforts to get it to stop.

"Damn sun." I mumbled, my furry muzzle comfortably buried against my soft pillow. The pillow still smelled like sleep, a smell that I would have liked to continue pouring into my soft, red pillow and sheets, if only I could ever get back to sleep again. I sighed and closed my eyes, and had begun to drift back to sleep when someone else decided that it was time for me to wake up. Kuni jumped into my bed, crawled over my body, and began sniffing at my head. His sniffing and the disturbance of the mattress was the last straw, I pulled my arm out from under my blanket and sheet and placed it on his face to give him a pie face away. I wanted sleep, but I knew it was futile to try. Kuni let out a low whine, and moved aside, sitting up and looking at me with a puzzled look upon his facade.

"No godsdamnit! Not now. I'm trying to sleep - I'll be up later." I groaned in frustration. He nodded his head and crawled to the end of my bed and curled himself up, laying his chin upon one of his long arms. The position was almost as if he was watching me, a protective one. Protective of me. I love Kuni to death, but when I want sleep, not even my most loved one in heat could get me out of bed. I took a moment to scratch my balls and sheath under the covers, and let my red silk sheets comfort my body. When I was younger I had cotton sheets, but when I turned 14 then began to get too hot for my adult fur that was coming in. Wow, that was only 4 years before that sunday, that was the same year I adopted Kuni from the pound.

At that time, I was looking for a pet to keep myself occupied in my free time. Many of my older friends growing up had some cool pets, but looking back I think Kuni topped them all. Kuni was one of the only pets that I wanted that day I visited the pound, and I have been his master ever since.

For that moment, I was glad to have Kuni in the place that he belonged: at the foot of my bed sleeping, and not crawling all over me. I would let him do that to me later. I smiled as I felt his smooth skin of his face touch my feet as he nuzzled them, slightly tickling me. When I didn't feel much more than that, I assumed that he had fallen asleep. I sometimes found if severely unfair that he could fall asleep faster than I could. I gave a lighthearted chuckle and shut my eyes once more in the pursuit of sleep. I was no longer mad at Kuni, rather I was tired. I turned over on my left side and looked to the clock on my nightstand. My clock read 0943 - this was unacceptable. A high school senior near graduation should not be awake this early on a Sunday. For myself, on weekends and summer days the "ass crack" of dawn was 1130. I sighed and had sleep in my grasp once more.

Then my mother called from downstairs.

"Adrian? Are you going to sleep all day you lazy bum? Come down and get your breakfast sweetheart! Don't forget your father is going to be here in an hour to pick you up, so hurry!" My mother's beautiful voice called up the stairs. Fuck, I had forgotten about my dad and visitation day. I buried my face fully into my pillow and gave the side pf my queen-sized bed a couple of frustrated punches. The last thing I wanted that Sunday was to see my father. Kuni lifted his head off his long arm and cocked his head at me. It was body language for "what's wrong?" though I didn't see him do it, rather I sensed it. I groaned and rolled onto my back and sat forward. For a brief moment, my sheets were hanging off my gold nipple rings. I gave the sheets a healthy shove off and kicked my sheets aside. I looked down at the three rings on my body: one in each nipple and one in my navel. They were about all that made my body stand out, aside from what my love calls his "Gator-ade". Ade is my nickname, and it has been since I can remember. My lover calls my member a gator because for the longest time I've always been bigger than him. I looked over my naked body in approval. I had taken good care of myself my whole life by eating right and getting plenty of sex...I mean exercise, and my nice thin but well cut body was my reward. I was very lovely to look at, my friends and family could tell you that. I should warn you in advance, I am a nudist and a very sexually kinky male at that. Yeah, I do a few things that are unorthodox, but isn't that what makes life fun?

I slid out of bed and stood up. I yawned and stretched a little bit, and then shook myself off. My neck was somewhat sore from the way that I slept, so I took my hands and placed them on the sides of my head and gave my head a quick snap. The sound of my neck popping was enough to scare Kuni: his face fell into a look of pure concern.

Kuni is incredibly protective of me, and he worries about me a lot, I can remember the first time I heard him or any human for that matter cry. It was about 3 years before that Sunday; I had fallen down the stairs that lead to my room. I knocked the stuffing out of myself pretty bad, ending up with a concussion and three broken ribs. I had fallen because I was late for a swim meet and I was competing for the spot to go onto the District Championships, the second biggest honor the high school swim teams could obtain. I had lost my footing when I had stepped on my spare speedo and had took a bad fall down the stairs. Kuni saw the whole thing and ran to my side and held me until my mother came home to take me to the hospital. He had cried and sobbed the entire time, as if he thought I had died or something. I knew at that point that such devotion in a pet was rare, and that he would be my friend. I turned to him and walked over to his side, he looked as if he was on the verge of tears even then.

"Oh Kuni, I'm ok - see?" I asked as I moved my head about and shook my tail. At first, Kuni looked at me in disbelief, but then he nodded his head lightly and whimpered. "You need to stop getting so worried about me all the time." I soothed. Kuni looked up at me with those beautiful black eyes of his and smiled a bit. I assumed now he was a little bit releived. I ran my right hand through his long black stringy hair and traced my hand down the skin of his arched back and slowly across his finely toned buttocks. I began to do this repeatedly, and he smiled wider and continued to look at me. Kuni loved to be pet and rubbed. He sat up on the bed and kneeled on his knees, a fat grin across his pearly white teeth.

In case you didn't know or wasn't paying attention, Kuni is a human, or at least our planet's bastard creation of humans. The humans of our world are nothing like the humans of their homeworld. In history class I learned that a ship full of humans was shot down by an ARMY cruiser named "The Sentinel" about 350 years ago. We weren't sure what they were when they arrived, all we could ascertain was that they were "a semi-intelligent, bipedal race capable of verbal and physical communication and interstellar travel" (The exact words of the text I believe.). We canines, also called lupines in some circles, had figured the humans to be less intelligent than us, so we didn't really bother trying to learn anything more from then than their language. The ARMY Corps of Doctors or A.C.O.D. conducted some tests on the first humans to land and concluded in their opinion that humans were dumber than us. I however never bleieved that. I thought at one point a ship full of humans could even possibly be far smarter than us.

Now something happened that the A.C.O.D. never planned on or thought would happen when humans first landed 300 years ago. The Humans De-evolved. The humans devolved as the result of the radiation of our planet's red sun (fucking red sun I hate it I swear.). The humans' IQ rates plummeted, they ceased to be fully bipedal and began walking around on all fours - like ferals. They also lost their ability to speak. Quite possibly the most drastic change in the makeup of the human beings were their color. Their skin color had changed to a uniform of blue, a light blue, like ice. Now I had seen pictures of the first humans to land on the planet, and they had shin of white and brown, while others had a golden hint to their skin and some had light red. Now, they all have the same color, and that is blue. I wished that I could have met one of those "different" humans that my grandfather had been able to meet; a human that actually wore clothes and walked and talked.

Kuni was not by any means dumb; he was a very smart being. I had him trained in all kinds of tricks, he was well disciplined. He even used the bathroom like we do. As I said, I love Kuni to death, and I did everything in my power to teach him to be more like us. To some people however, humans weren't pets. Some "wild" humans were still being hunted as game by some local prize hunters. They were hunted for sport. Personally I hated the idea of hunting humans, what was the purpose? We don't eat them, so we can't kill them for food. The weren't being hunted because they were any kind of danger to us. We don't use their body parts for anything, so really what was the point? Sport - that is all the humans were to them. Kuni on the other hand wasn't about to be hunted for sport, I saw to that. To me, sport was a practice that didn't hurt something that couldn't defend itself. This was the reason I chose swimming as a sport in high school, the others being A: I look great in a wet speedo, B: my mother and grandmother were both former High Games swimming champions, C: I had a great swimming coach in Mr. Simms, and D: It was the only sport available where I didn't have to whoop my opponent's ass with my bare hands or while carrying some kind of a ball.

I began to pet him again, this time concentrating only on his head. While doing so, I reached over to my nightstand to produce two of my hair ties. We both had long hair, and my fur was almost as black as his hair, so I had some bright colored ties that would stand out against all the black. I grabbed a light blue one for myself to represent Kuni, and I gave Kuni a gold colored one to match the color of my eyes. I kept petting him and pulled his hair back into a ponytail, causing him to look up at me and smile. He was so handsome; I loved to look at him. I could tell that my petting was arousing him, his human member was erect and he was breathing a little bit harder.

I took my hands off his head and started to tie my own hair back when Kuni caught me by surprise, leaning forward and burying his face in my naked crotch. I looked down at him as he nuzzled me there and slowly took my hands off my finished ponytail that fell in-between my shoulder blades and began to move them towards Kuni's head. I had to admit that he was starting to get me horny with all this nuzzling, but I didn't have time for any play today.

He was about ready to slide my penis into his mouth, when I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled my crotch away from his face. I moved my eyes and muzzle towards his face so we could make eye contact as I spoke to him.

"No Kuni. No blowjob today. I'm busy now ok? If you are horny, then take care of it, but not with me." I said calmly. He looked at me and slightly lowered his grin as if to say "I'm disappointed but ok..." while he sat down on the bed. He placed his right hand around his cock and started to pleasure himself, a choice of action that I preferred rather than having oral sex with him in that moment. For the record, I had allowed Kuni to give me blowjobs in the past; he was a homosexual human and with their instincts it was inevitable that he would try to have sex with me one day. I let him suck me one day about a year prior to that Sunday, when the idea of bestiality had become a turn on. Oddly enough, I liked Kuni's skill with oral sex. His mouth feels great upon my penis, as if it was made just for the purpose of sucking it. To the date, I hadn't had intercourse with Kuni however, I still felt awkward on that front.

"Adrian! What's taking you so long?" My mother shouted up the stairs. Shit I had almost forgotten about her.

"Nothing mom, I'm just fixing our hair before I come down." I shouted back down.

"Ok...but I want you downstairs in five minutes or I'll come in there and drag you down by your piercings!" She called in a half threat. I pondered over her threat for a moment and debated on weather or not it was a valid one, but rather than risk anything I decided that it was very prudent to get ready.

I put my three golden earrings into my right ear as I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror that hung on a rafter next to my bed. What I saw was a long haired, feminine, yellow-eyed, Labrador Lupine staring back at me in the mirror. I looked ok. I sat back down upon my bed and reached around for a small blue plastic container that would contain the only article of clothing I planned on wearing downstairs: socks. I pulled a white pair of socks on after finding the basket shoved under my bed...rather unceremoniously and without notice.

I stood, turned, and faced Kuni who was pumping away at himself still, panting and grunting now like wild. I reached out and lifted his chin with my left hand and brought my lips to his in a kiss, inserting my tongue to please him. I felt him lap at my tongue a little bit with his as I was pulling away. I had a grin upon my face that he returned as he raised his free hand and made the "bye bye" motion.

"See you tonight Kuni, clean up your mess when you're done." I instructed. I didn't want human cum stains on my silk sheets. I then took about 4 steps towards the middle of the room, opened the trap door, and proceeded to walk down the stairs.

I came out of the stairs and turned a right into the small hallway that lead into the kitchen, where my mother and sister were undoubtedly waiting. I waltzed into the room, silent and nude (save my socks) and sat down at our round shaped table. Thank the gods my boner had subsided by that point because I hated having them at the table. As I said, I am a nudist. When I am at home, I am naked even if I have my friends over. Come to think of it I was usually naked at their houses too. The only times I was ever seen clothed were when I was walking the streets, swimming in public, at school, when company other than my friends were over, and when I was with my dad. I am not 100% against wearing clothes; I do like wearing them, however if I have the option to go without I normally do.

"Morning glory! I have eggs au gratin cooked for you and your favorite: peanut butter crepes." My mother said as she slipped my plate of breakfast in front of me. I smiled wide and looked towards my sister of 11 and winked at her. She was eating some buttered toast and looking curiously at my body rings, just like she always did.

"Thanks Mom, sorry I wasn't down here sooner." I said in an apologetic/surprised tone.

"No problem darling. Oh I laid out some clothes for you that I know you would like wearing. They'll let you reveal a lot of yourself and still stay clothed - all the while looking sexy." She said with a smile. I grinned back, I was surprised at how cool my mother was.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I grabbed some things out of your closet and pieced them together. I know how you like to dress, which is in tight and revealing clothes. I think I grabbed some good stuff." My mom said in a sly tone.

"Wow thanks mom." I gushed as I devoured a peanut butter crepe.

"You're welcome sweetheart." She said in an almost lusty tone as she wandered back to her cooking. The crepes were delicious, and the melted peanut butter was a great addition to the flavor of the crepe itself. I was the only one in the house that liked peanut butter; my mother and sister used regular butter on their breakfast foods. How they could go without peanut butter was beyond me. I grabbed a nearby fork and began to pick at the eggs mother had made for me. My mother's eggs au gratin were practically a food group, they were that good. When they were kids, the neighborhood boys used to come over for breakfast all the time for some of my mother's cooking before the shuttle for school would arrive. I grinned wider, shoved a fork full of those eggs into my maw, and began to devour them as well. As I chewed, I came to realize that my sister was still looking at me in total confusion. It had been six months since I had the body art done, and she was the only one that didn't understand them.

"Adrian? Do those things hurt?" She asked in her calm and sweet voice. I looked up at her from my nude feeding frenzy and gazed at her.

"Does what hurt?" I asked with my mouth full. I wasn't sure what she was talking about, thought she had asked me this question about once a week for the past six months. I suppose that this time I was too immersed in my food to notice, because most of the time I just say no as a response.

"Those rings on your body. Don't those things hurt you right now?" She asked again, pointing across the table towards my chest, trying not to get the sleeve of her red dress in her food. I looked at my sister further for a moment, and then at my mother. Mother was shaking her head with a grin on her face in an amused way.

"Huh? Hells no sis. They don't hurt at all right now." I answered with a slight chuckle. My sister still looked unconvinced. To her, the idea of getting anything put through your body (decoration or not.) would hurt continuously. She had her ears pierced at the age of four and it must have hurt her pretty bad because of the way she worries about my own body jewelry. I stuffed another crepe into my mouth and gave my sister another smile.

"Well um what if someone pulled on them, like tugged on them?" Hs said, while holding onto her piece of toast with a death grip. I looked down at my chest,my gold nipple rings were hanging from my chest nicely. My naval ring was vertical against my black fur. While I observed myself, a memory flashed through my head of about a month prior when I was making love with my lover Shawn. He had decided to get a little rough during our love play and had tugged, pulled, and gnawed on my piercings so hard that I was in a great deal of pain. It hurt me so much that I didn't talk to him for three days. I loved Shawn a lot but no one hurts me; in the bedroom or anywhere else for that matter.

"Yeah, if someone were to tug on them it would hurt. Otherwise no, they don't hurt." I answered, trying to put her mind at ease.

"Ok, I was just wondering." She sighed as she took a bite of her toast. "Mommy, can I be excused?" She asked my mother. My mother nodded to my sister as she sat at the kitchen table. Mother had taken the remaining eggs and had made an omelet out of the,. She smiled and gave me another amused head shake as my sister was leaving the kitchen.

"What?" I asked her.

"Nothing hun. It's only that Ashley worries about you so much. Remember that you are his only brother." She replied. I felt hurt by what she said; my mother had accidentally hit a soft spot with me. My face fell, and I felt like crying. My mother picked up on it quickly and apologized. "Oh baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I didn't mean to upset you." I sniffed back a tear and looked at her.

"I know mother, I know. It's just that I miss Alex so much. I said solemnly. My tail no longer wagged. I had gone that morning from overjoyed over the breakfast to depressed over having to think about Alex. That year Alex would have been 26, but instead he will be 18 forever.

"Honey, I know how close he was to you. You told me all about it." She said in a calming tone. I wasn't expecting this at all, and I really didn't need it either. I not to think of Alex that much because of the pain it causes me, but just then I had to.

"It's not just that mom. I mean, you know everything that happened between us. You know about our 'secret' and what we did with one another. I can't thank you enough for being so cool about that. I mean, hells, we were having an incestious relationship and you didn't care, you encouraged our love. The only thing that saddens me about this is that you are the only one I can talk to about this. I can't talk to dad about this because he'll break down and cry and not be able to do anything for a while, or he'll tear into us for being gay." I said as another tear cascaded down my face, rolling across my muzzle and falling onto my chest. My mother scooted closer to me in her chair, and set her fork down, putting her arms around me in a hug.

"Oh sweetie, again I am sorry."

Alex, my brother died when I was 10. It was very painful for me and still is. Alex had been a proud member of our ARMY and had served alongside my father. Up until his death, he was my everything. He was there for me before I realized that I could be open and frank with my mother. I was able to talk to Alex about everything from my sexuality to the monsters under the bed. He had been the one that introduced me and taught me what being gay was all about, mainly because of the fact that he too was gay. Alex wanted me to have the proper understanding of my sexuality, but this was all the biggest of secrets. He had been gay since he was 10, my age at the time he started teaching me. Unlike others around him, he chose to keep it a secret and register as a heterosexual. When he turned 16 he joined the ARMY. He had planned to go carrier with the ARMY stuff, and he told me that his secret plan was to one day be one of the seven generals of the high council, therefore becoming the first gay councilman. Unfortunately that never happened.

Alex was a sergeant at the time of his death. On the morning he died, he had received a call on the tele-com. He had just finished teaching me how to give a better blowjob by performing a 69 with me. It was so fun. I think up until that day that was the best orgasm I had ever experienced. We rested that way for a few moments, our cocks in each other's mouths, our faces covered in cum. The call came in right afterward, and we quickly licked one another off and threw on some underwear to answer the tele-com (A tele-com is a type of video phone.). That morning of oral sex was as far as we were able to get. I had offered that day, and wanted Alex to take my virginity. I loved him so much, and I wanted to be properly "prepared" for if I ever started looking for other lovers.

Anyway, my father was the one who had called (A captain at the time if I recall.) and ordered my brother to return to duty. Father reported that the last two tribes of the "Freedom Movement" had begun a war, and were killing anyone that stood in their way. So far the attack had claimed the lives of several man, women, and without a doubt children. Innocent civilians had also found themselves coming under fire as well. No one was safe. My father and his unit had been called in to put a stop to the war after the first peace negotiations had failed. My father and brother did not succeed - the end result was the war between The Nation and The Freedom Movement lasted another two years, and my brother was dead.

"I'll be fine mom, I'll be fine." I said as I tried to summon the strength to compose myself. My mother hugged me and kissed me. Softly was the kiss at first, and then deepened into a rather loving kiss, my mother kissing me almost like Alex used to. I closed my eyes, and kissed my mother back lovingly, and then pulled off. My mother opened her eyes and looked upon me with concern just as I was reopening my eyes once more.

"Are you sure? Can I get you something? Anything at all?" She inquired as she ran a hand soothingly across my chest. I shook my head.

"No I'm fine I suppose. You don't have to get me anything, and unfortunately as comfortable as I am here with you right now I need to get dressed. Dad's going to be here soon and if he sees me cuddling naked with you again, he'll shoot me again."

My mother cooed. "Ok love, your clothes are over there." She said as she pointed towards the counter. I stood up and broke from her embrace as I walked over to a pile of black cloth that would be my restraints for the day. Behind me my mother took my empty plate and moved it next to hers so that she could take them both to be washed.

I looked over what my mother had chosen for me to prance around in that day. On the bottom of the pile were my long black spandex tights that cling to me ever so nicely, so far she wasn't doing that bad in her choices. In the middle was my mid-drift cut off tank top that when worn the bottom goes just a hair under my pectorals, allowing you to see all my sexy abs and my naval ring. The tank top was also black. Above that was one of my hot pink thongs, and a very long pink headband. Next to the pile were my combat boots laced up with pink laces. My mother had inadvertently put together my school colors, but I wasn't complaining.

I pulled my boots off the counter and dropped them to the floor, causing them to smack the linoleum like a gunshot. I looked at my mother who appeared to be a little startled by the sound, but none the worse off. I smiled at her. For some reason I like dressing in front of her and my friends, it was as if they could see a masterpiece being painted .

I first slipped on my thong, letting the string in the back get in my cheeks just right and sliding my tail through the special hole. My Mom who was watching, whistled seductively and reached into her purse next to the sing and pulled out a 1 Krebling bill, shaking it at me. I thought that was so funny that I burst out laughing, forgetting my previous troubles. I walked over to my mother and did a little sexy dance for her, moving my hips and such just like Shawn does at his strip club. She moved forward with the money and slid her hand down the front of my thong, and placed it there. For a moment, her tender skin of the palm of her hand was against my sheath, it was oddly nice. She gave me a couple of flirting squeezes and then pulled her hand back. To most, our little exchange would have seemed very awkward, but it wasn't that way to me and my mother. We flirted all the time and quite frankly she was was one of the few people I trusted to touch me. I walked back to the counter, taking a moment to slide the money out of my thong and adjusted my second coming boner of the morning. I grabbed a hold of my tights and slipped them on next, letting my thong straps be clearly visible as they hugged my hips. My tights were so tight on me, they were like a second skin. I took a moment to test them to make sure they wouldn't rip by squatting to pick up my boots; they stretched out nicely and didn't rip.

My tail wagged out of the special hole in the back of my tights in a back and fourth sweeping motion, I would have to get used to wearing clothes again for the next umpteen hours. I slid on my left boot, and then my right and tied them tight. Last to be put on were my cutoff tank top and my headband. Once I had the tank top on I tied the headband, the tails of which went well down to my ass. My mother applauded and smiled from across the kitchen table.

"See? You do look just as good clothed as you do naked." She said in a laugh. I chuckled along. It's not that I didn't believe her, it was just like I said: I am a nudist and prefer to go nude. For that morning, that outfit would be fine.

"Yeah whatever Mom. If I had my way, I'd walk the streets naked." I informed. She just shrugged at me.

"What's stopping you honey? You know this is a Class C neighborhood, and that you are allowed to go nude in your yard if you want."

I chuckled nervously. "Mom, I don't like showing off my cock to just anybody. You and my friends I don't mind, but anyone else has to work to see this pecker." I said, pointing to my steadily deflating boner. She gave me a nod and sighed.

"You're holding yourself back sweetie. If you want to become better sexually, you have to be willing to share a few glimpses of yourself. I have no problem with doing that -" She paused. "Baby, I myself walk around the back yard naked while you and Ashley are at school, so why don't you try?" I bit my lip and tried to think of an excuse.

"Just not totally ready I guess." I shrugged. At that moment, I had a craving for a beer; I needed something smooth to drink before I had to deal with my father's rhetoric. I licked my maw and walked to the refrigerizor. I wrapped my lightly furry hand around the metal handle and looked at my mother who then stood up and walked over to the sink to wash the dishes. I took a moment to marvel at her beauty, Sure I'm gay but I had to admit I had one hell of a hot mom. She had slender and sleek hips like mine along with a thin and narrow waist. Her muscles were excellently defined, if not more so than mine. She stood at about 5'-10", which is short for our kind, but she was only six inches shorter than me. My mother had an attractive head of long brown hair that faded to black at the tips. Her eyes were a simply delightful shade of leaf green, and her teeth were beyond white. Her arms were strong and powerful, near amazon in size and stature, their shape earned from almost 30 years of swimming in some of the harshest conditions our planet had to offer. She had a nice set of breasts at about a D cup that added to her beauty. They were the only woman's breasts that I had actually seen in person, and the only ones that I had ever touched in adulthood during one of our "flirting fits". My mother was dressed in the same outfit that she always wore at home: a simple white T-shirt with no bra underneath, and a simple pair of short denim shorts. She looked great. I caught myself drooling over her for longer than I had expected. I wet my lips again and spoke.

"Um Mom? Can I have a beer before I leave?" I asked softly. My mother doesn't really care what I do; she is so open minded about everything. The only things she doesn't want me to do are drugs, cigarettes, and binge drinking. I have to ask her before I can drink.

"Sure honey." She said with a nod as she walked under the archway and into the living room. I opened the door and looked inside. Just my luck, there was only one left. I grabbed onto it and shit the door, leaving the cold bottle in my left hand. I popped the cap and began to guzzle it down, it's sweet/sour piss like flavor passing over my tongue and down into my gullet. I stopped drinking to look at the red label of the beer company. "Triple Moons Beer" it read. On the label was a picture of the three moons that orbit the planet in full alignment, making a 3-ring target on the front of the bottle. Our three moons are: Frejha, the largest and a purple collored moon, Horvic which was the middle sized white colored one, and the smallest was a yellow moon named Gin-li. Every 100 years the three moons align in the sky and cause a cool show. I suppose the creator of this beer felt the urge to honor that what we see every day and night.

I downed the rest of the 40 ounce drink like water, thinking nothing of it, and tossed the glass bottle into the recycler. I then slipped out the back door after waving goodbye to my mother and walked around the grassy yard to the front of the house where my father would undoubtedly arrive in his truck. I leaned against the wall of the house, folded my arms and waited. I looked up and saw some of the local neighborhood kids riding by in their glider boards. One of them had terrible balance; the other was performing tricks like a pro. I waved politely to them as they ride by, and they waved back. All the kids around my home knew me and knew of me, so there was little difficulty in recognizing me. I closed my eyes as the hum of their boards became slightly hypnotic, and I secretly cursed the sun that was still shining down on me. That blasted ball of light would never learn.

Suddenly my peaceful world was shattered by a double blast from a compressed air horn, the horn of my father's truck. I collected myself and walked towards the humming, hovering, wheeless pickup truck. It was painted ARMY green, and had the name of my father, along with his rank and his unit symbol on the door. It read, "Col. Andrew De Fenos, 5th Infantry Commander". The fact that my father was in charge of one of the largest infantries on the planet mattered little to me; in fact the whole meeting with him that day didn't matter to me either. I walked around to the passenger side door and started to climb in, so I could strap myself in for what I felt would be one shitty Sunday.