This choice: You leave the clothes and sneak out of the mall, heading to the party alone. • Go Back... (Originally written by oldshep   )
You cannot stand another minute of dealing with Frankie out there. You stick your head underneath the door and peer out, the coast is clear. Luckily it's a pretty big shop, meaning there's more than one entrance to the changing rooms. And all you had to do - unlocking the door you step out and quickly move in the opposite way you came in - is be strategic.
You spin around quickly, noticing the group of gals, Frankie included you snicker, staring intently, waiting for you show off the clothes they've picked up for you. You sort of feel bad for Jan, having to drag her girls out only for you to bail; you also feel sorry for Cleo and Moira, those two probably taking time out of their day when they should be reading and grading. Frankie? Well... you guess you could feel sort of bad? Okay, he got more than enough back there feeling you up. You shudder at the though of that flaming duck touching you again.
No, you think you've had enough of the mall for now. What you really need is a big dose of testosterone, namely spending some time with Rex. There's still a couple of hours to kill, but you're sure he wouldn't mind you popping by for a surprise visit early. Hell, maybe he'd even be appreciative if he let's you help him set up.
You wait for the university line to arrive, checking your phone for the time and also making sure Jan doesn't call. The last thing you needed right now was for them to ask where you've gone off to. A smaller bus than the one you took here rolls by the stop and you hop on, swiping your pass; your parents offered to pay for a car, but you'd much rather just take transit for now, it's not like you travel a whole lot after all. You take a seat in the middle of the bus and decide to check some messages.
Hmm, some crap from your service provider. Delete. Then, your eyes rest upon Jan's little message with a picture attached. 'Brains and brawn. Mmhmm.' You chuckle at the words and open the file. You glance back and forth, making sure no one else is looking at your screen, luckily, there's not too many people going back to areas near the university at this time, classes most likely over for the day except the few odd night classes. You actually pass the bus coming from the university and cringe, people are packed like sardines in there; no way you'd be able to get away with looking at-
Holy crap! You had Dr. Fessenden pegged as a major hottie, but man was the hunky rat ever gorgeous! You used to enjoy just listening to his smoothly rich, deep voice, even the way he squeaked when someone stumped him with a question during lecture. However, he was always this speck at the front of the lecture hall standing at a lectern and back then, sad to say, you were much more engrossed with his material than you were with him. Damn, did you ever miss out, especially since you dropped out anyways! You seriously should've sat in the front row and gawked at this Adonis for an hour every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday. With his shirt off, you get a good look at the hunky white rat's exposed chest, a piercing in each nipple on his swelling chest and a tribal band tattoo on each of his meaty upper arms, bisecting the bicep in just the right way. You're also not complaining about that eight-pack. The way he casually saunters along a beachfront in the photo makes you melt at the thought of such a confident man. Even in his thirties, the guy looks stunning; a solid jawline, pierced ears and focused eyes. You can practically hear Frankie saying 'Oh, he makes my mussy wet.' Well that ruined the moment.
"Ugh, thanks a lot Frankie." It takes you half a second to realize you said that out loud. You glance around to see a couple of people staring at you. You flash a cheeky grin, showcasing your embarrassment. You quickly turn off your phone's screen, only for your phone to actually go off. You sigh when you see who's on the other end.
"Hey, Jan," you say sombrely.
"So you ditched us," she replies. She doesn't sound hurt, heck, you know she can never stay mad at you, you were her favourite student. She might not be mad, but she sounded a bit... off.
"Yeah, sorry," you say meekly.
You hear her sigh. "Oh well, Frankie picked something out for you. It's nice, and definitely not 'gay' gay, just gay."
How the hell are you supposed to know what that means? "Uh..."
"You'll like it, trust me. For once, he picked something decent. You know, he kinda liiikes you." You hear some rustling, but make nothing of it.
"Pfft, trust me, if I wanted to date a guy, I'd date a guy. Maybe give the duck a couple shots of testosterone and a gym membership and I might consider it," you chuckle. You smile fades when you realize why Jan sounds so weird, like she's in a wind-tunnel.
You slap your forehead. "You're on speakerphone... aren't you..."
There's no response, meaning that you are...
"And he's standing right beside you... isn't he?"
You hear a shuffling, as if the phone is getting picked up and suddenly Jan's voice is crystal clear. "Um... Are you still going to the party?"
You sigh, "Yeah, I'm actually on the bus right now, gonna hang with Rex before it starts, see if he needs help."
You hear an overly dramatic sigh coming back. "Okay... Guess I'll see you on Monday in the trenches then?"
"You're not coming?"
"I wish... but you know Frankie."
"Drama queen," you say simultaneously.
"You know he's sensitive about being called a girl." You can hear her disappoinment, she's probably going to have to bust her ass to a grocery store (located on the west wing, in the purple section) and buy a tub of ice cream for the fairy- erm, guy, and console her- um... him all night.
Well... if there was any time to feel rotten about ditching Frankie, it's now; you'd never say that to his face. "Just... tell him I'm sorry, okay?"
"He'll be fine, don't worry about him... Just have a good time with Rex, y'hear?"
"You sure?"
"I insist," she says proudly. Though you know it's probably just a ruse. Frankie isn't exactly the easiest guy to comfort... "See you at work."
"See ya," you say as you hear her hang up. You slump into your seat, embarrassed as heck. However, you realize this is your stop. You pull at the yellow strip hanging above you and jump off, yelling a thanks to the sea lion of a driver.
It takes you only a couple of minutes to reach Rex's place. It's pretty nice, not grandiose, but more than adequate compared to the other houses around. After all, it was just him and his younger sister living there as opposed to squeezing six plus college kids into a house. You're kind of jealous with how well off he is, being the son of two well-respected doctors. You ring the doorbell and are greeted by the kid sister.
"Hey!" she says with a hug. You're not really sure how Rex and Regina came out of the same womb, one being massively tall and well... bullish, and the other being the spunky firecracker that the cow is. While Rex is huge and built, his body swelling everywhere, Regina's weedy, even flat chested for a girl her age. However, that doesn't mean she can't kick your ass, she's an expert at judo and probably Olympic material for her weight division.
"Hey, Regina," you chuckle back. She lets go and leads you in. "Where's Rex?"
"He's out and about, you know, getting booze and stuff for tonight."
"Your mom and dad okay with this party?"
"Pfft, they don't even know. Besides, I'm not complaining, there's gonna be lot's of eye candy," the cow says, wriggling her eyebrows up and down. She may be even more of a tomboy than Moira, but at the end of the day, she's still a college freshman girl. She pats your back, pushing you in. "C'mon, make yourself at home."
You wander in and decide you'd just head to Rex's room and wait, maybe lie down on his bed. The big bull probably wouldn't mind, you've been in there plenty of times. You turn the corner and walk in; you can tell it's the right room just from the stench. The air's slightly musky and your skin crawls at the thought, for better or worse, of Rex masturbating. You're not sure what he jerks off to... but if the posters in his room are any indication.
You sit on his appropriately king sized bed and stare at the big posters of Rex's favourite bodybuilders. You chuckle when you see Jan's man-candy, Jared Kuznetsov, the famous white wolf doing his signature most-muscular pose, the one that put him on top of this year's Mr. Olympia contest, even beating his long time rival, Stephen Collins, a poster of the terrifyingly large ferret - a ferret of all creatures! - right beside the wolf's. You actually feel yourself getting a little hard from just looking at these guys posing and flexing. You bring an arm up and sigh. If only.
You decide, what the heck, you're kind of in the mood. You unzip your jeans and whip out your dick, stroking it at the thought of being surrounded by colossal guys, huge slabs of beef surrounding you. Man, what you'd give to be one of them. You keep your panting quiet and periodically look at the door, making sure it's still closed. You can't believe you're wanking in your best bud's bedroom! But the earthy musk, the pictures of almost naked huge and some of them, namely the wolf and ferret, hung beefcakes are too much for the size-queen in you. Your eyes glaze over and you feel yourself climbing your way up to your release.
That's when you notice Rex in the room with you... uh oh.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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