Chapter 1- Forget
#1 of L.I.V.E
A warm wind swept over the Small town as The morning that rose up on May 9, The birthday of a Young Fox who was coming of age.
"Larson!"
Called a females voice as foot steps were heard down the hall and closing in on the door to the room, a knock was heard and the door clicked open. A middle-aged female fox poked her head in and looked about, she didn't see her son anywhere, After waiting a few seconds she opened the door all the way and began searching throughout the messy room.
"What do you want mom?..." Came a groggy voice from inside the closet.
She opened the closet door and there was Larson, curled up on the ground between his dirty clothing and his blanket. She Quickly pulled off the covers and shook her head, putting the blanket back on the bed and opening the blinds and window, letting in a small breeze.
"You do remember what day it is today?" She asked in a very questioning manner.
"ummm..." came a tired moan, "Friday?" his answer was mumbled a little.
"No... It's May ninth... your birthday?" she said laughing happily at her sons tired replies.
His eyes opened wide as he jumped up and looked at the calendar, it was as she said, May ninth. he started looking for some clean clothing and found a pair of jeans, a white muscle shirt and a light-blue button up short-sleeve. His body was well toned and showed a good amount of muscle on his body, what could be told by looking at him was that he had been in more then a few fights from the scars that covered his muzzle and cheek areas. He was quite around new people and always kept to himself, even if he were with a friend he was somewhat shy around everyone. One thing Larson never let out was that he was secretly gay the only person who knew was his friend, Ian.
He grabbed a silver pocket watch from his dresser that had eighteen nicks onto the cover and stuck it into his pocket, he looked at a photo of his family before his Father went to the War, he passed away while out on a field mission. His mother always tried to smile since then but when she did, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, Larson knew this and always gave her a hug when she did. His mother left soon after and told him Breakfast will be ready in a bit.
"Lets see now... where did I put it?" Larson spoke looking for his familiar Notebook, In which he wrote his little erotic stories, from the corner of his eye he spotted it, it was a black book with a rope to tie the book shut. He always used whatever and whoever he saw in his stories, some of the bigger males in his gym class were always used and a few of the teachers even.
He picked it up and grinned to himself, flipping through the pages he seen a story he was rather fond of, it involved him and one of the most Handsome Tigers he had ever seen, not to mention well endowed. He knew this information because he had been in the showers with him at one time. It was around 10 inches long and from the looks of it, incredibly thick.
He felt tension on the front of his pants and looked down to see his own cock poking a bulge out the front of his pants, his own thoughts were else where though, thinking about his story and what he would do in a situation like it.
"Breakfast is ready!!" his mother called up to his room.
"It'll have to wait I guess..." He said smiling.
As he rushed down the stairs of his mothers house his mind kept running ideas through his brain, and his notebook was waiting for them to be written down, but his stomach had an advantage at the moment when he seen his mothers cooking. she worked as a chef in a high-class restaurant and so her dishes were always second best.
Eating the last bits of food on his plate he smiled across to his mother and said.
"That was better then the last one"
"You remind me so much of your father "To that his mother smiled a little and then stopped. Larson noticed her slight uncomfortability and went to hug her, before he could she got up and looked him in the eye.
"You start college in four days...I'm so proud of you" She started to cry a little and took Larson into a loving embrace.
He nodded a little and held her close to him.
"If anything happens to you mom... let me know, even if I'm not here in a flash I'll always come back to help you." He said quietly.
After a long talk Larson made his way back up to his room and looked at his notebook, he smiled and started to write, thinking out loud and speaking his mind he said.
"College will be a fun experience... lots of specimens I hope"
His mind was set on one story of his own imagination, quickly scribbling away at his notebook.
~Most of the Day had past and his friend Ian came to spend the night to help him pack up~
"...jeeze Larson, when are you going to let me see what you write in that book of yours?" Ians voice rang out.
"When I think your ready" Larson started laughing as a pillow was flung to his face.
"better be soon I'm curious about it..." Ian sounded a little mad from Larsons answer.
before they went to bed Larson examined Ian, who was a lot taller then him and much bigger, Ian was pretty much one and a half Larson's aside from the height.
As Larson lay his head on the fluffy pillow he mumbled to himself, like every other night through sheer habit.
"Forget the pain you felt in that dream" He quoted, and fell asleep.