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[center][b]The World Was Destroyed, and I had to Fight for the Right to NOT be the Main Character[/b] Chapter 06 Refused Trades and Accepted one.[/center] The room they intend for us to sleep in is one large room with bunk beds. Thirty of them. No privacy partitions. Yeah, definitely brings back memories. I spent one year at a boarding school. Before you have opinions about my parents. It was my decision. My mom had gone, and she had stories, good and bad, and it made me curious. In sixth grade, representative from secondary schools(it’s a Quebec thing) came to convince us to apply to them. Until the last one, I was aiming to go to the one my dad went to for no other reasons that he went there. I’d even gone through the admission tests and, according to my mom, aced all of them, but she was under the delusion I’m a genius. Like the kids say, go fig. The last one was for a catholic boarding school, and my interest was piqued. I ignored the religious aspect. I wasn’t as…well, anti-religion is way too strong a word for my thought on them, but just keep them away from me. Long story shorter.(I know, I know. I’m a writer. If you expect short stories from me, you haven’t read anything I wrote.) It was an experience, all right. One I never wanted to repeat. So, while a dorm doesn’t mean everything else will come with it, I’m not looking forward to this experience. And I have an alternative. I walk out. The Boral is still stuffing his face. How he isn’t just exploding, I don’t know. The sun’s gone, and the air’s turned chilly. “Does the jeep’s AC work if I’m not driving it?” I ask Lao Hu. “Yep.” And this time, I consider a potential consequence. “How much fuel, or energy, will running it use?” He thinks it over while I look around for where I want to be parked. I want distance from the building, but I shouldn’t make it so far it’s a slug to go in for breakfast. If breakfast is included. “About as much as driving for five minutes.” “Per minute of it running?” That’s prohibitive. “No, for a whole night, really? Think about it.” He frowns. “Well, eight hours.” He looks up. “Not sure if it’s eight hours here, or where you come from. She didn’t make that clear.” “Ahoy,” a woman calls out behind me. A look over my shoulder and I’m watching the female Loppin sashay in my direction. Yes, I know what sashaying looks like. I’ve watched TV. Taking my eyes off her is difficult, and she has the time to reach me before I manage it. Then I’m facing her without realizing I turned. Her smile is…something, I’ll tell you that. “I have heard that you have a carriage with the magic to take you away.” “Yeah. My cheat power is to summon a Jeep. That’s a form of carriage from Earth.” Her frown tells me she doesn’t know what that is, so she’s from that other world. But I just keep talking. “It’s got a range of about three hundred miles and good cargo space. I haven’t decided where I’ll go. I figure I need to work out the best trade routes, or at least a good one I can make in that range. I—” she puts a finger on my lips. In the silence, I have time to wonder what just happened. Yes, I can be talkative under the right conditions. But these ain’t it. “And you have space for a passenger?” Oh. How did I miss she was after something? She initiated the conversation after all. “Yes?” Making my tone a question takes a lot more effort that it has any business taking. “You could take me away. Just the two of us.” “I don’t know that I’m going anywhere yet.” That’s it? That’s the best you can come up with? Sure, we’re no genius, but we aren’t idiot either. What is wrong with you? She leans in way too close, and when she speaks I can feel her breath, smell it. “I can be ever so grateful to you for taking me away.” Now I take her by the shoulder and push her away, but gently. “I’m gay.” Her smile is amused. “That isn’t a problem for me.” “Yeah? Well, it’s a problem for me. I’m not interested in what you’re selling.” She frowns. “I offer myself freely.” “No. You’re offering sex in exchange for me to drive you away from here. Not happening. The sex or the driving you. I don’t know where you come off thinking you can just charm me into doing your bidding, but it’s not working. So, how about you leave?” The word noble stays in my head. But the chuckling doesn’t. “How dare you treat me like this?” Yep. Can’t know for sure which world she’s from, but definitely self entitled noble. I shove her away. “Easily. Now, leave me alone.” I glare at her, and then watch her stomp away. I keep watching until she’s inside because I’ve written too many vengeful nobles to trust she wouldn’t try planting a knife in my back. Only then do I walk a hundred paces or so and summon the jeep. I sit in and Lao Hu scrambles onto the headrest and makes his way to the passenger seat before I can pick him up. Instead of a key, it’s a button to start it. No idea if it’s because this is a magical world, or because this was a keyless model. Could be both, could be neither. It’s eerily quiet. The advantage of a magical motor. Looking at the gas—energy meter makes me realize I forgot yet another detail. “How am I going to fill up the tank? I mean, the reserve?” I’ve written many magical systems; most did it over time and— “Sex.” I stare at Lao Hu. He looks back at me. No grin. No smirk. “I’m not having sex with the Jeep.” He rolls his eyes. “Not how that works.” I stare at him some more. “I’m not having sex with you.” Now he’s the one staring at me. “Do I look like I’m made for sex, bub? Sex. You know? You and another guy going at it?” Me, having to proposition guys to keep the jeep running. There goes my plans for starting a cargo transportation business. Well, that’s a tomorrow problem. Right now, I have to get setup for sleep. The temperature controls use temperature instead of a dial, so that’s good. It feels colder than the fifteen celsius it shows it being, but that’s probably because of how hot it was with the sun up. I’m usually okay sleeping at that temperature, but that’s when I have sheets. I raise it to twenty-one and exit. Lowering the back seat is as simple as locating the latch on its back. Then I’m at the back of the jeep looking in. Plenty of space, but it’s not comfortable. On the list of things to get are a mattress of some sort, sheets, and covers. A pillow would be nice. So much stuff I need and no way to pay for them even if I find them. My next visitor announces themselves by the sound of crunching under their feet. I look. The male Loppin. I breathe and remind myself that the actions of one doesn’t mean they’re all going to be the same. “Hey,” he greets. “Hi,” I reply cautiously, sitting on the tailgate and not crossing my arms over my chest to show how defensive I already am. “I’m Karl.” He offers his hand. I’m shaking it before I think better of the action, but he then lets go. I have to break those social habits before one of them gets me in trouble. No idea what’s considered polite here. Add that to the list of things to find out. “Sylvester.” “Nice Jeep. Which model?” He has an accent I can only identify as southern. All my knowledge of those come from watching TV and movies, but he’s definitely from Earth. “Wrangler,” Lao Hu replies. “Lao Hu, right?” Karl says, and I can’t help it, he goes up in my estimation. “Yep. You here to charm him into driving you away?” Karl laughs. “No. I just thought I’d check in after Vicious stormed in. I get the feeling she isn’t nice when angry.” “It’s fine,” I say dismissively. “I told her to leave me alone, and she did.” He looks at the back of the Jeep. “Not sleeping with us?” “I like my privacy.” He nods. “Doesn’t look comfortable.” “I’ll get what I need when I make money.” He nods again. “What if…I had a proposition for you?” And there it is. He initiated the conversation, after all. He might have noticed me tensing. “I’m listening.” He definitely heard how guarded my tone is. “My cheat power is a store power, Cabela’s. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it?” “Hunting and outdoors store. I’ve seen them. Even parked at a few overnight.” A raised eyebrow is the extent of his curiosity. “So, the way it works is that I can only open up one section at a time. And the first one I picked is the sleeping gear.” “That’s convenient.” There is no way he missed how dry my tone is. I’m still waiting for the catch to this. “Not really. I guess you didn’t stay long enough to look at the kind of beddings they use. Those from Terranova might have been okay sleeping on hay or reeds, but none of us from Earth were. So I had a captive market with that.” Terranova has to be the name of the other planet. “They all had money?” Did I get cheated out of that? “No, but Alan—he’s the other Quirr—the other squirrel. The one that merchant didn’t comfort. He took a bank like power as his cheat power. He can lend money, and they have to pay him back, and I have no idea how that works, but then again, it’s not like I understand how I can pull items out of this.” A screen appears before him; he flips it so I can see a list of items. They even have images. I flip it back. “I don’t have any money. And I’m not going to him for a loan.” Nearly bankrupt in my mid-twenties. Haven’t carried debt since then. No, a mortgage isn’t debt. It’s an investment. And I paid it off in half the time. “I wasn’t actually thinking of money.” I raise an eyebrow. He looks at me. Looks me up and down so slowly it’s basically a production, as is the lip licking. And then he grabs his crotch. “How old are you?” I ask and really fight against laughing. I’m sorry, but I suck at hitting on guys, and I’m not that clumsy. “I think these bodies are in their early twenties?” “Not what I mean, and you know it.” He slouches. “I was twenty-eight when the world ended.” How the is he that clumsy with nearly a decade of experience. “Look. My folks were preppers. I mean bunkers into preparing for the end of the world. We lived out in the middle of Virginia, we had more guns than food. And the only times I was allowed to leave was to go shopping with my mom, or my dad and one of my siblings. And if you even bring up that stuff about us sleeping together, I’m going to punch you.” “I wasn’t going to.” I was starting to think it, but then again, he wouldn’t be this awkward about it if he’d had sex before, even with a family member. “This is why I went for this.” He motioned to his body. “Loppin are lust, and I want to get some.” “Are you gay?” “I….” Yeah, that’s what I thought. “…. Don’t think it matters.” “Trust me, it matters.” “No. I mean, I don’t think it matters to Loppins. The idea of us having sex turns me on as much as the idea of doing it with Britania or Janet. About the only one I don’t want is the one you rejected. But the idea of doing it with all of them there?” he shudders. “Since you’re out here and there’s no one watching….” “And you seem kind of confident I’m gay too.” He turns bashful. “I kind of know you are. She had a lot of things to say about you, none of which was complimentary. But what matters here is that she said you could only get it up for other useless men, and that you probably didn’t have anything worth getting up, anyway.” I laugh. I have to. I never understood insults. He looks relieved. “So, yeah. I know you’re into this.” “First off, there’s a difference between being gay and being into something or someone.” Shut up. Don’t you dare turn all holier than thou and start educating him about stuff that probably doesn’t even apply here. And let me remind you that you always pull this to sabotage yourself. “Sorry.” “Just be careful. So, how would this work? Your store really takes services in exchange for goods?” He chuckles. “No, but I made enough I buy some of it.” “You have to pay for stuff for yourself?” “It’s a store, so yeah. I mean, I could have gone for an option where I had access to discounts, but I couldn’t get that and make it so raising its level came from selling stuff instead of one of my attributes.” “You could have linked it to lust. I think you’re going to raise that easily.” He chuckles again. “You get that having sex for the first time with a stranger isn’t a good way to go about it.” Oh, for the love of…. What is it with me and cock blocking myself? “Kind of no one here I actually know,” he replies, and thank you for bringing some common sense to this. No, I’m not going to challenge myself to come up with a rebuttal to that, because trust me, I would rise to that challenge. “I—” see? He’s trying. “I guess that’s true.” Look, he’s a rabbit. Forget the stereotypes in the furry community. He outright said he picked that for the sex. Stop getting in the way of you getting some. Come on. How many fantasies did you have like this? I take a breath. “Would I get the sheets before or after?” “I was thinking before. I mean, sex on that doesn’t seem comfortable.” I run a hand on the rough carpet. “Yeah, not great.” “I was also thinking you’d like a mattress? I have air ones. Even self inflating ones, but without power, I don’t think they’re useful.” I turn to look at Lao Hu. “Does the Jeep do electrical power?” “Of course it does. It’s a Jeep.” He jumps down from the seatback and walks to a corner and lifts the carpet. “Plug. North American, if that means anything to either of you.” “How much of the charge will that use?” “I don’t know. Just don’t run it all night and you’ll be fine.” I look at Karl. “I guess I can take one of those self inflating ones if you’re looking to get rid of them.” The one he pulls out is a double, two inches thick when inflated. The controls even come with firmness levels. He adds a set of sheets, a quilt, and two pillows. Bed made, we climb on it, and I reach to pull his shirt off. “Err, what about him? Are you going to unsummon him?” Lao Hu rolls his eyes. “Like I care about what you’ll be doing. I’ll be in the glove box.” “He’s aware of everything I do when he isn’t summoned, so….” Karl nods and I undress him; he then undresses me and I’m going to leave it here since you probably don’t want to know about this…. Oh, you know what? Maybe you do, just plug your ears if you don’t want to hear this. Karl’s chest fur is surprisingly soft as I run my hands through it. He’s already hard, and…some am I. That’s a surprise. Can’t remember the last time I was hard just from being with another naked guy. I’m also bigger than I was before, not that it was a high bar to pass. I lightly tweak his nipple and he gasps, then stares at me in surprise. “Never played with them?” He shakes his head. “Lie down.” He does, and I climb over him. He’s easily a head taller than I am. Our cocks press together. He’s longer than me and about the same thickness. I grind mine against his while licking the fur away from his nibble, then suckle on it. “Oh, ,” he groans. “ sorry for swearing.” I let go of his nipple through chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. We’re having sex. ‘Bad’ language is kind of expected.” I return to sucking on the nipple, and when his moaning and groaning and swearing ebbs, I move to the other one, and he gets going again. He’s panting when I let it go and move down, and nearly fall out of the Jeep. This isn’t that big. I have him move up until he’s sitting, his back against the driver’s seat, then I take his already leaking hard cock in my mouth. I moan just as loud as he does. have I missed this. I deep throat him and I’m surprised not to immediately have to fight my gag-reflex. “Oh, my God.” He has his hand on my head, holding me down as I swallow. I stay there longer than I ever had, but eventually, it’s pull up or throw up. He’s not so strong that I can’t do it. “Don’t do that without checking your partner’s okay with it.” “I’m sor—oh my God.” I have his cock in my mouth again, running my tongue over the crown. Then I’m bobbing up and down, dipping into deep throating him here and there. “ oh . Oh—” he grabs the sides of my head and thrusts quickly. “—!” He slams in and cums. I keep him from unloading in the back of my throat and moan at the taste. It’s bitter and acrid and so wonderful. Before you think I’m a born cock sucker, if I’ll enjoy the taste depends on my mood. If I’m not into it, nothing you do will get me to let you cum in my mouth. But am I in the mood right now. When he lets go of my head, I bob down, swallowing the cum at the same time. “Holy ! Don’t do that!” I am so conflicted. I know the intensity is from how sensitive his cock now is. It’s pleasure, but too much of it. I’ve enjoyed ‘torturing’ my playmates this way, but them, I knew were into it. Him? I pull up with a grin. “,” he pants. “Is it always this intense?” “It’s your first time. I doubt the next ones will be this strong, but you’ll enjoy them. You want to take a break, or do we continue?” “Oh, we’re continuing.” I grab his hips, pull, and he lets out a surprised yelp as his ass ends up under my muzzle. I spread the cheeks and sniff. This is something else I have to be in the mood for, and the guy’s got to be clean. He smells clean. “What are you—” I lick the crack to his hole, then push my tongue in it. “Oh .” I grin. I guess he’s into this as well. I push my tongue as deep as it’ll go, and he lets out a needy moan. “Fuck me.” I look over his balls and leaking cock at him. “You sure?” Oh, come on, really? “I don’t have any lube. Spit isn’t great for this.” Okay. That’s a valid point.” He brings up his store interface, scrolls, taps something, then scrolls again. He taps, and by the time I see he’s holding something, he hands me an orange bottle. “Use that.” “Gun oil?” not sure what the nine that’s part of the name is about, but the description has is as penetrative. Yeah, that’s going to happen. “It’ll work. It’s what I used to jerk off.” I raise an eyebrow, and my right ear tip to the side. “I told you my parents were gun nuts. It was that or cooking oil, and I know my dad would have noticed some of that going missing. They had cases of that brand.” “Okay.” I twist the cap off to remove the seal, then put it back and tip the spout open, and pour some in my palm. It’s thicker than I expected. Almost like the thinner motor oils. Other than it obvious oiliness, it feel like the water-based lube I had, more than the silicon type, which is what I expected. “How was this in the camping section?” “It’s not. It’s in shooting accessories. I made enough sales with the others to unlock a new department. I figured I’d wait until there was a demand for something and unlock that, but this is way more important. So, how about you get to it?” “Eager, aren’t you?” I slick my cock. I can’t reach around the shaft with my thumb to middle finger. I’m way thicker than before, as well as longer. I apply more and put my finger against his hole. “This might be uncomfortable.” I rub it, then pressed, my finger pops in to the first knuckle and his head hid the back of the driver’s seat as he moans. Okay. Maybe not. It has to be a Lyvelin thing, because I don’t know any guy who takes to it like he is. I still stretch him until I have three fingers in him, and he’s moaning and writhing the entire time, and his cock’s matted his belly fur with the leaking it’s doing. Finger’s clean, so that’s good sign. “Ready?” He can barely look at me. “Wha?” I take that as a yes. I stroke my, somehow, still hard cock, then line it up with his hole. I go slow as I push in, and his ear drop as his eyes roll in the back of his head. It’s one long moan until I’m fully hilted, and I’m panting hard. It’s never been that intense. What the is it with his body? Forget that. I don’t want to know. I just want to enjoy it. I pull out, then back in. Out and in. A slow piston that picks up speed too fast because is this intense. It’s got to be because it’s been so long. That’s got to be why I don’t remember it ever being like this. the pressure and heat around my cock. I had this plan of stretching this. Of trying to feel for his prostate, but that. I need this. I need it a lot. I’m grunting, slamming into him. How can I be seeing stars and not be cumming? I pound into him over and over and all he’s going is moaning and groaning and I’m panting, and I’m grunting and I’m—I my lords. I slam into him one last time and cry out as I cum. My cock pulsating, my balls. I swear I can feel my balls draining. Then I’m on my side, trying to catch my breath. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I’m amazed my knees aren’t complaining. Me doing that before came at the cost of my knees. Main reason I’ve been on the receiving end for the last decade. That and I haven’t been able to maintain an erection with a condom on— Oh . I wasn’t wearing—Stop! Different species, sexual diseases don’t cross species barrier. Okay. My breathing settling beyond the sex. Am I right? if I know. But it’s plausible enough. It’s the rare disease that crossed between species back on Earth. So it makes sense it’s like that here. And that’s all I need to not freak out. “Hand me the oil,” Karl says, moving behind me. “I want to try this…. If it’s okay with you.” I chuckle. “Oh, it’s definitely okay, but take your time going in. It’s been a while since I did this.” His hand moves between us. “Really? Good looking like you? I’d think guys were lining up.” “Remember, this isn’t how I looked on Earth. I was the most average looking mid-fifties guy you could find. Best thing anyone ever said about me was that I had a nice personality. And they actually meant that, and not my cock.” I moan as he presses his finger against my hole. Where the did that come from? “Sounds like you’re liking this.” “Well, yeah.” I moan again. “Although I don’t remember it feeling this—Fucking Lord!” my cock jumps as his finger presses against my prostate, and spread pre over the sheet. “Get your finger out of there and put your cock in.” Instead, he chuckles against my back. “I can’t believe you’re bleeping yourself even now.” “Karl,” I threaten as best as I can, as I move my ass back, trying to find his cock. “If you don’t fuck me, I’m sitting on your cock and doing it myself until I’m satisfied and you can complain all you want, but you aren’t leaving this jeep until—” The cry I let out if pure pleasure as he, literally, slams his cock in me. Then he’s holding me, panting. “That might have been a mistake.” “Don’t you dare cum already.” “I didn’t know it was going to feel this good. I mean I’ve watched porn online, but—” his panting slows. “Okay. I think it passed.” I squeeze his cock with my ass. “Holy !” then he’s thrusting and slamming in and holding me, screaming into the biting of my shoulder. “ I want this again.” “Unless you’re soft, you better start thrusting. I want to be fucked.” I grunt as he tenses his cock. He pulls back slowly, groaning. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to last.” I guess, I have to take charge then. I move, force him on his back, then I’m sitting on his, lining up his cock and dropping. It goes in with nothing more than me groaning and him moaning. Then it’s all in. “You better hold on,” I tell him. Then I move up and let myself fall down, and do that again, and again, and again. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this needy. That I’ve taking charge like that. He curses loudly, grabs my hips and slams in, his cock pulsating. I keep bouncing on his cock, but now I take my cock in hand and stroke it. I used to dream of reaching orgasm just from being fucked, but that’s never happened. Just not wired that way, so I have to stroke myself if my partner’s too busy to help me out. Or, like Karl, too out of his, as his still hard cock has got to be over-sensitized now. Fortunately for him, the combination of me impaling myself on his cock and my hand, means I don’t last that much longer and have my second orgasm. Then, I fall next to him, panting. “I am going to love it here,” Karl says. And we both burst out laughing. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to move until morning.” “You’re going to want to close the back,” Lao Hu says, “if you don’t want to freeze.” I groan. Then I sit, turn in place and grab the door and close it. Then I stretch between the seats to lower the temperature. I now have bedding, and someone to share them with, it doesn’t have to be this warm. Then I pull Karl against me and almost immediately fall asleep. I’m going to leave it at that. Use your imagination for the rest. Oh, except one detail. Not that it was a high bar to pass, but this body I’m in is much better hung than my previous one. And yes. It didn’t even occur to me to check that before now. I told you there’s something wrong with me.