This choice: Question him more and find the brofessor • Go Back...Chapter #9A nice shower to set the pace by: Nambu   You give it an honest moment of though but the answear is obvious. You're gonna get to the bottom of this, you're not sure what happened all those years ago to have your parents drug you down, but now that you're free, you're deffinitelly gonna enjoy and ride it out to the max!
You clean the mess you've made as best as you can with Q's personal little damp gym towel, its absolutelly soaked with cum when you're finished but at least the gym is presenteable - aside from the smell... yeesh, you're sure that anything with a nose more powerfull than a starfish could smell your deep musk soaking into the rubbery floor and plastic seat..... gonna have to be carefull with those big cumshots... looking at your full and still lightly pulsating plum sized gonads, that's gonna be a real common occurence from now on.
You give the cum soaked towel back to Quentin and you both head towards the locker room, and the shared open shower beyond. When you gave the towel back to him, you could swear you saw somewhat of a purple blush on Quentin's black cheeks - but you shrugged it off as just him feeling awkward at having to hold his own towel heavy with your seed... but now, you think you're getting a few more signals.
Your 280lbs jock roomate is usually a very loud, outgoing and obvious to everyone who knows him even a little: very horny jock. But now he's kinda quiet, looking deep in though... his thick black split tail swaying up and down slowly behind him as he walks.... his hands squeezing the towel lightly just enough to get it leaking the still hot cum onto his fingers and the floor beneath as you both walk.... and the most obvious: his raging boner.
You tried to ignore it -that obscenely long, hard and bobbing tent of his- but ever since coming to the lockers, each step closer to the showers made him more and more hard and on edge and you -kinda- hate to admit it, but you're also pretty damn hard right now, your eager 10-incher trying insistently to make himself know, despite your best attempts to walk naturally.
''Oh God... what if Quentin's expecting something to happen with us now...?'' you think to yourself fast ''I mean, he's hot as hell, and I've been actually hoping that it would actually happen someday for a couple weeks now... ever since he dropped naked on top of me after that frat party.... hot... heavy... hard... I couldnt bring myself to roll him off me onto the floor but I havent had the nerve to do anything with him either! What do I do???? I don't think I'm ready!'' you're starting to panick a little now, you heart beating at 150+BPM and your brow shining with cold sweat.
''Hey lil dude, you ok back there?'' Quentin asks casually, you notice you've already reached the cold light blue tiles of the communal shower and he's already naked in front of you under a shower head, a smug smirk on his black&white muzzle. You gulp hard and hold your breath, he's got his back turned to you, his thick white bubble butt in full view, bulging thighs and full diamond calves at the bottom... going back up you see how wide and powerfull his back really is, never getting quite the impression and definition as you do now, the water droplets coming from above making his thick skin positvely glossy and gorgeous, the light shining perfectly and showing you the hills and mounds of his back and shoulders.
You supress a soft moan and take off your soaked shorts, your enraged penis and still overstuffed balls pratically chanting ''Victory!'' and nervously go 2 shower heads down to his left, carrying your ruined shorts to clean, noticing Q's doing the same with his previously pure white towel in his own stall.
He sees you scurrying over and with the biggest and most evil you've seen him ever make, he advances one- then two stalls, until he's shoulder to shoulder with you, smirking at you. With baited breath, you try to focus on lathering up your short, impermeable fur with that somewhat expensive but still awesome fur lotion, one of the luxuries of being parent sponsored in college, in the direction of the hairs - it would be too much work otherwise to force appart the stiff hidrophobic fibers - when you feel his heavy, strong tail grinding against your own, and his hands started roaming against your back ''Need some help reaching back here? Hm?'' he asks sultrily.
Before you can even process anything else you hear yourself yelling ''IM A VIRGIN'' and you immediatelly cover your mouth with your soaped hands and stare at the floor, not even sure of what you're more embarassed off: yelling that you're a virgin, totally freaking out in front of your rommate, that in the corner of your vision you can still see his slightly throbbing white cock... you close your eyes and try to regain your breath, feeling Quentin's big hand leaving your shoulder.
You look up and see him with a concerned expression ''Dude, you didnt need to feel so pressured, I would understand if you said so and that you didnt want to do it now.... or ever, for that matter... but that would be a shame'' he jokes with a sad undertone.
''I-It's not that I dont want to... I-I I actually wanted this a long time now....'' you confess muttering
''What? I didnt quite catch that last part'' he says, youre not sure if sincere or mischievous, but you're willing to take the bait.
''I s-said!, I.want.this.too!!'' you state in a nice, clear tone, making sure to keep eye contact, getting as close to his hot, wet body as you dare ''Im just...not ready right now.. m-maybe in the suite later?'' you try to save face, still blushing and back at averting your eyes.
''Hey, Hey little man...'' the orca a foot taller than you with a perfect (albeit maybe too built) swimmer body hugs you, pushing your naked forms together, kiss chin on top of your headfur, his mighty dick flagging low and his tail drooped ''we'll go at your time, I promise, ok? Whatever you'd like to try, whenever you feel ready, so dont be so nervous, alright?'' he hugs you closer and you chuckle a little, who's though he'd have such a caring side as well...you also notice, pushing against his brick-sized vacuum-sealed abs, your girthy piece didnt soften one bit.
You two push appart and Quentin takes a look as well but doesnt comment anything, his face serene yet satisfied.
''E-Even if Im very hard and crazy to do it with you, I'll keep what I said about needing a little more time'' you try to argue with what confidence you still have, and what Q gave you just now, discreetly pushing your hefty beast down for it to soften already
''Sure'' he says simply, before catching your hand and working it out of bending your dick ''But dont do that, there's other ways to go soft''
''Like what? Thinking about your grandma?'' you joke at the cliche
''GASP. You. did. not! I'll have you know that Nana is a very gracious woman'' he defends her honor, slightly offended crossing his bulging arms
''Heh sorry, I'm sure she's lovely ''you assure him, defusing his drama act ''what's your idea then?''
''Let's just talk whatever comes to mind until it goes down, man'' he says nonchalantly, grabbing your fancy lotion and spreading across his bald head ''mmm yeah, feels nice''
''Why're you even using that? You dont have any fur!'' you bicker playfully, a little cheap inside at him using your expensive bathwash for naught
You two continue bickering and chatting about random things in your day-to-day lifes and eventually your not-so-little guy dies down, you two leaving the shower area to re-dress.
''What about that mouse? The Brofessor?'' you ask once again thinking about your strange new situation
''Oh, what about him?'' Q turns slightly around, his cock chubbing up a bit, not letting you see any so that your own wouldnt respond again
''Do you know where can we meet him? To you know, explain my situation, what to do from here? Im kinda lost, my parents kept me totally in the dark!'' you express, a little resented at them
''Hmmm what time it is dude? He should be giving a Talk in the Auditorium by 16h if I remember right...'' he scratches his smooth head
''Dude, its a quarter past 17h! We gotta hurry if we hope to still catch him today!'' you realise maybe all too late that your window of opportunity was slimming down, and you were honestly impacient, the sooner you found out about your body and everything, the better
Quentin runs behind you with some difficulty - he was a really fast and gracious swimmer but his heavy tail and overall size made him unfit for running - you, on the other hand was still about 80lbs lighter than him and with a comparativelly much slimmer tail. You slow down to jog alongside him and he gives you a breathy ''Thank you'' before you both continue heading towards the Auditorium, loads of students already flowing out of the modern and a little ugly glass building. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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