sn4x Posted:

Calvin lay there in bed, next to his tiger. His fourteenth birthday was tomorrow. He was getting older, puberty striking at his mind, voice, and body. He kissed Hobbes on the cheek, puling him closer and thanking him for being his friend. Then it happened. It had been happening often since he was thirteen and he had no control over it. His erection tented his boxers, pressing against his friend’s rump. “Stop..” Hobbes mumbled with a growl, pushing him away. Calvin turned onto his back, pulling his under shorts down and revealing his standing pillar, about five inches. Average, he figured. He shook Hobbes awake. He didn’t wake easily and grumbled and growled, but eventually sat up. “What, Calvin?” He asked angrily, wanting very much to go back to sleep. “I love you.” “I love you too..” Hobbes said awkwardly. ‘What is this about?’ He wondered. “Do you really love me?” “Yeah, why?” Hobbes sat up further, sleep forgotten. “I want to mate with you..” Calvin blushed.

You disturbed me.

Until this part

”Wait! What? You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the liscence plate said “fresh” and had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I though “nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air”! I pulled up to the house at about seven or eight, yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later. Looked at my kingdom, and I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.

Then life became bearable again.