Dry Luck [Chapter 03]
03
Wait, what? Marlo eagerly studied his message. Is that serious?
He slowly began to--deleted... began to type--deleted... began to type a reply.
Marlo : Don't be funny
But, there was no reply after twenty minutes. Did he fall asleep? he wondered not being able to himself. Come on.
Nothing.
He flipped through his phone's pictures to find one he took of Mitch in class looking straight into the camera with his chin-in-hand with his arm resting upon the desk. This was his favorite one. He always had a noticeable gleam when he looked you in the eye. Here he caught physical evidence.
I wonder how he does that...
What sort of cologne was that?... He has such a firm grip...
He could recall the feeling of rubbing his cheek against Mitch's chest that evening walking around at the football game. He savored that feeling while it was fresh in his memory.
He has no idea what he does to me.
His paw was hiding down his underwear, his thighs hugging it while he rubbed himself. He turned to his side with the phone lying beside his head glowing in the dark with the picture of Mitch still showing. The display timed out and he picked the phone back up with his free hand to look at it again.
Oh my god...
He had slipped a finger inside himself while concentrating on those of the handsome squirrel's in the picture. Images flashed inside his head of him in underwear during P.E. Then, Mitch was now cornering him in the empty locker room with that smug grin of his while he kissed Marlo's neck--no, he's on his knees pulling my underwear off and he kisses my--
The phone dropped out of his hand and onto the floor. His face flushed and his hips bucked on his own hand while he bit his pillow. His breath started quivering as he huffed loudly in orgasm.
He lifted his buried head from the pillow case and stumbled out from beneath the covers to wash his hands.
SUNDAY [AM]
There still had been no reply by early that morning, so Marlo decided to send another text.
Marlo : Hey what are you doing today
He walked downstairs. No one else was awake yet and the sun was just rising. He put some water in the teapot and placed it atop the stove which he turned on. He scooped a bit of dried tea leaves in a filter and let it rest beside his out-of-season Christmas mug. A few minutes passed as he watched the burner redden and heard one of his parents start their shower upstairs. He managed to play off the incident Friday as no big deal, but his mother insisted on him telling them if he ever had any problems with the others.
Stuck in a daze, his mind began to drift--
Bzzz bzzz. Marlo's heartbeat quickened.
Mitch : Out of town today what's up?
His ears drooped.
Marlo : Yesterday was fun, thanks for talking to me
Mitch was ironically never very conversational with texting, so Marlo often felt like he had to force the replies out of him.
Mitch : No problem man
MONDAY [AM]
Stares from behind him bore into the back of his head although the rest of the guys remained quiet in the locker room that morning. Mitch didn't even say much either. This was the first day back from the incident and there was a very obvious elephant in the room. The awkward silence seemed to have quickened everyone else's pace changing and they soon started leaving for class. Mitch closed his locker shut, turned to Marlo and sighed smiling. Marlo smiled back up at him and watched him leave the room holding his gym shirt in his hand. Once Mitch was out of sight, he put the shirt over his head and shut his own locker.
As the number of guys remaining dwindled down, a quiet voice suddenly said, "Hold him still," and before he could turn around he was put into a headlock. Before he could mutter a word of defiance a dirty sock was shoved violently inside his mouth. Spencer the doberman had been the one to grab him and pulled him back against the wall. Marlo began kicking at his assailant, but the sophomore tom-cat Lucas seized his struggling feet to hold them in place. The third present was unbelievably Aaron, the lab who had even apologized after pantsing him in the first place.
What--what are they doing to me?
He tried to spit the sock out of his mouth. It tasted and smelled disgusting, but they kept holding it in. Aaron strutted closer to Marlo with a pair of scissors in his hand and revealed a pair of girl's panties that were pink and had small frills and a bow.
"This'll be quick. Don't worry."
"I bought 'em," whispered Spencer in Marlo's ear with a smirk. Marlo lowered his ears in defense and scowled. It was so easy for anyone to overpower him being so short of a fennec. There wasn't much room for muscle.
Aaron and Lucas maneuvered both Marlo's shorts and underwear down to his ankles revealing the entirety of his shame.
"Shit, hah," mocked Lucas forcing Marlo's legs apart to keep him from shutting them and hiding himself, "Look at that."
They both stared for a second and looked at each other grinning wildly.
"I bet he sucks dick, too," growled Spencer.
"Hurry up," Lucas insisted to Aaron as they fought to put the pair of panties on Marlo and sliding them back up his legs.
"Hold on, hold on!" shouted Aaron as he grabbed his phone from his pencil case on a stack of books across the room and rushed back to snap a few pictures of Marlo's distress.
"Hurry, class's starting!"
Aaron then grabbed Marlo's pair of white briefs and began snipping them up with the pair of scissors before throwing them deep in the trash can in the corner.
"Come on," said Spencer letting go of the fox and two of them bolted out. Aaron threw Marlo's shorts on his lap after he had fallen to the ground spitting out the sock.
"Thanks for the weeks of detention," he scowled, "It's not my fault you're a freak," and he left.