Down The Hatch
After getting a bit too tipsy at a frat party, Bernard the chipmunk learns that his cock's been hiding a few tricks.
A/N: This story is very much inspired by a lot of Danath's extremely excellent CV pieces. I've always kind of wondered how those characters 'start', and decided to write that out.
It wasn't Bernard's fault. Not really.
The party had been fun, if a bit much for the freshman. He'd only had a couple drinks, but that was more than enough to get his head spinning. As a result, most of the party was a confused, awkward blur for him. The chipmunk had gone with the explicit intention of trying to hook up with one of the big frat bros there, but he hadn't been prepared for just how much everybody's inhibitions would be weakened. Not to mention, he'd never fucked anybody while he was drunk, so he had no idea what would happen when he let all of his inhibitions go.
Bernard had a few vague memories of stepping into the kitchen, only to find a couple frat bros and other partygoers doing body-shots off of a snake girl's long, scaled body. It wasn't even midnight when one of the Gamma Theta Phi pledges went down on a pledge from one of the university's sororities, right in the middle of the living room.
The chipmunk had been just about ready to leave the wild party when he'd literally walked into Chad. The tall, broad-shouldered husky had just been stepping through a doorway, looking over his shoulder and guffawing loudly to a couple other frat brothers. "Hah, bet I could fuck anybody at this damn party!" The husky didn't even notice when Bernard walked face-first into him - he wasn't aware of the chipmunk until he almost stepped on the collapsed guy.
Bernard remembered the startled, drunken look on the husky's face as the canine looked down at him, trying to process what he was seeing. Fuck, Chad was a pretty guy, even if he was about as swift as a pile of bricks. In the late spring heat, he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight black athletic shorts and a blue frat t-shirt that he'd cut the sleeves off of to make a rough tank. It fit tight over his broad, powerful chest, and there was a decent amount of sweat soaking it from the humid air of the party.
The two just stared at each other for a few long moments, the chipmunk dazed and on the floor, and the husky confused at the skinny freshman gazing up at him. Then, Chad's muzzle cracked into a wide grin. "Hey, he'll do."
The next thing Bernard knew, he was over the husky's shoulder, and a bunch of guys were catcalling after them. The world swirled around the chipmunk's head as they lurched up the stairs. After they'd found every single bedroom to be occupied (and frequently unlocked), Chad had walked them into the bathroom, and then slammed the door behind them.
Chad was anything but a gentleman. His hands were already on the buckle to Bernard's belt before he blinked and looked back to the chipmunk's face. "Oh, fuck, right. You want this, right man?"
The chipmunk was so startled that he didn't respond for a second. The air in the small bathroom was still pretty sticky and hot, even though it wasn't as crowded as it was out in the rest of the frat house. His own loose tanktop was already off, revealing the creamy fluff of his chest. His cock, in his shorts, felt harder than it ever had before. It was frigging flexing - none of the big jock guys back at highschool, or over the past year of uni, had ever shown the slightest interest in him. He sucked in a few breaths, then muttered, "Uh, yeah?"
"Fuckin' sweet, dude." The drunken husky undid Bernard's belt, and tugged it free. He didn't even bother with the button as he grabbed at the chipmunk's waistband and yanked his shorts down. Bernard yelped as his ass and cock were bared to the husky. His cock was throbbing - he could actually see it, and it caught him by surprise. Before he could think too much about it, though, the husky had grabbed him by the hips, and turned him around.
"Look, I get that it seems like I'm just fuckin' you because of some bet with my friends," the husky slurred, his hands running down the nude chipmunk's hips. "And like, I totally am." Bernard glanced over his shoulder, and his eyes widened as he watched the husky yank the front of his athletic shorts down. A long, thick maleness hung from between his legs, and it looked as hard as Bernard's felt right now. Well... not as hard, but almost. "But like, you're also kinda cute and hot, and I sorta do wanna fuck you anyways?"
Then the big oaf's hand was on Bernard's shoulder, and he was pushing the shorter male forward. The chipmunk let out a small yelp as he felt the husky's other hand grab the base of his tail, and yank it up. "Uh- fuck, um, lube, dude?"
"Nah, don't worry, man," the husky slurred. The head of that spongy cock rose up, and then the hot tip brushed up between Bernard's ass cheeks. "It'll be cool."
The chipmunk looked over his shoulder and up at that broad, beefy husky. Fuck, he was pretty- no, bigger priorities! "Um, nah dude, I don't think that's actually how that wor-"
Then Chad thrust forward. Bernard bit down on his lip, preparing to yelp back at the big, drunk frat bro, but... it went in. The chipmunk's eyes went very wide as his ass spread, parting with absolutely no pain. The cock slid in with remarkable ease, and Bernard just stared straight ahead, mouth hanging open as the overwhelming sensation of hard flesh parting oily skin.
"F-fuck, bro, did you lube up before coming here or something?" the drunk husky asked. Bernard could hear that curly tail swishing back and forth through the air as he leaned into the chipmunk, pushing further.
The chipmunk, for his part, couldn't say a word. He was too stunned by how smoothly that cock was sliding into him, along with the overstimulation of suddenly having so much inside of himself, all at once. It was far from his first time having sex, but normally it was more gradual. This was just... everything at once. He clenched his eyes shut, and let out a small, breathless squeak as the husky's hips pressed flush against his ass.
Bernard's cock gave a hard throb as his ass clenched down. It felt more than just eager. It felt hungry.
The next five or so minutes were intense. The husky didn't waste time in building up his momentum, and soon he was hammering his hips against the chipmunk's ass with abandon. There were a few gasps of, "Oh fuck," between the two of them, but in little time they had devolved into growls, barks, and squeaks of pleasure. Chad's hands were soon both on Bernard's shoulders, keeping him pinned to the wall as his hips pounded forward.
Bernard, for his part, kept his head lowered and did his best to weather the storm. The furious speed was making a deafening 'clap-clap-clap!", and was gradually causing a sting in his ass. At some point, somebody even pounded on the door, and a muffled voice yelled through, "Yeah, fuckin' give it to her, dude!"
"It's a fucking dude!" Chad bellowed back, a heavy growl in his voice.
"What?"
"It's a fucking twink and I'm fuckin' fucking him."
"Oh." There were a few moments of silence, and the 'clap-clap-clap!' kept up. Then, "Well, fuckin' give it to him, dude!"
"I'm trying to!"
"Right, right, sorry dude!"
Bernard just pressed his head against the bathroom's wall, biting his lip and rolling his eyes. Was this for fucking real? Somehow, despite his drunkenness, he felt oddly alert and aware. Normally his brain turned off a bit whenever he got fucked, but he was just... on at the moment. The thrusts into him were good, and the impacts rolled through his body with incredible force. But it wasn't... doing it for him. He wasn't sure why, but his throbbing dick felt... dissatisfied?
Abruptly, Chad's big hand moved from Bernard's shoulder to the back of his head. Bernard had to brace his arms to keep his face from being shoved into the wall, and he grunted out. Behind him, though, the husky was just shoving harder. All at once, he lost his rhythm, and instead of the fast, steady thrusts from before, the husky gave three long, slow, hard slams forward. On the last one, the husky cried out, and his cry jumped up into a sharp howl as he came.
Bernard shuddered as he felt hot cum spurting into him, along with the jerking of the erupting cock. Behind him, Chad's howl slowly petered out until it was just a long, low groan. The two just stood there in the sticky heat of the bathroom for a short while, the husky's body still pushing Bernard firmly against the wall.
It was... well, it was good. It was definitely good. But Bernard couldn't help but feel like there was something missing.
After what felt like an eternity, the husky finally pulled himself free. There was an audible 'pop' as the tip slid free of Bernard's thoroughly fucked bubble butt, and the chipmunk felt a dribble of cum running down from his ass. Behind him, he heard a small thump as Chad fell back to sit on the floor, still groaning.
"Fuck, dude, your ass was just... your ass is fucking... fuck..."
Bernard took a few moments to catch his breath. He reached up to brush his sweaty headfur out of his eyes, and then finally turned to face Chad. The big jock was just sitting on the bathroom floor, his legs splayed out, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle, and that curly tail swishing back and forth behind him over the floor. He hadn't tucked his cock back into his shorts yet, and even half-hard, it was longer than Bernard's was at the moment.
Bernard stood looking down at him, completely nude, and his own cock entirely rigid and still giving off that rhythmic throbbing. Despite how turned on he'd been even at the start of their encounter, he hadn't finished during their rough session. Hell, it had felt like his dick had barely reacted to it. Looking down at the jock like that, though, on his butt, blissed out and sweaty... it was sending a shiver up the chipmunk's spine, and made his cock throb again. No, not throb: strain.
Chad's nose twitched, and Bernard saw his entire body tense. The husky blinked, and then looked up, that afterglow-drunk look still plastered across his face. That said, there was something else in that look - a startled sort of intrigue. As the dog's eyes came to rest on Bernard's crotch, he gulped, and then gave another, deeper sniff.
"You, uh... your dick smells fucking good man."
Some part of Bernard's brain recognized how odd of a compliment that was. The words that tumbled out of his mouth, though, were, "You ever sucked dick before?"
His shock only grew when Chad responded, licking his lips. "Nah, man, not my thing. Your dick is, uh... really fucking good, though, and I kinda, uh... want to. You ever been sucked off, before?"
"No." Bernard felt a bit light-headed, but one thought did come to him. His dick was really good. It throbbed, and strained for the jock, as though agreeing. Before Bernard knew what he was doing, he had stepped forward, and his hands roughly grabbed the husky's ears. "You should take care of it."
That rough grab looked like it was about to shock the husky out of his blissed out look, but then Bernard pressed his hips forward, and dragged his cock over Chad's muzzle. The husky froze, and actually whimpered as he huffed in a deep breath. The dog's eyes rolled back as the scent hit him, and then his tongue lolled out, dragging lazily over the flesh. The feeling sent an electric thrill up along Bernard's spine, and his tail gave a hard twitch behind him as he let out a soft moan. He pulled Chad's head in harder, forcing the canine's nose to rub up under his cock, and against his balls. Chad moaned needfully, and his eyes grew distant and glassy.
Bernard watched that look cross the dog's face, and part of him knew that something was wrong. A much bigger, much more excited part of him, though, couldn't stop thinking about how good and right the dog looked like that.
At last, Bernard drew his hips back, letting the length of his cock drag down along the top of Chad's muzzle. When it slipped off the tip of the husky's nose, Bernard's cock just stood out straight from his body, rigid and reaching for the dog. The chipmunk looked down into Chad's unfocused, lust-dazed eyes. When Bernard spoke, his voice was soft, but held a sharpness he didn't recognize from himself. "Open up, pup."
Chad's muzzle dropped open, and then Bernard thrust forward. He had to bite back a surprised moan as the wet, contracting muzzle slid down his dick. Fuck, that felt good - it was so intense that it was almost uncomfortable. Without any question, Chad started sucking, letting his eyes drift close as he bobbed. He leaned forward, letting his long tongue slather along the underside of Bernard's dick.
Bernard kept his firm grip on the dog's ears, and after a few moments, he started thrusting again. He worked his cock back, forcing Chad's lips further down his length. He kept an eye on the husky's face, and when he saw no discomfort or protest, he pushed in further... and further... until the head of his shaft was sliding past the back of the husky's muzzle, and into his clenching, quivering throat.
And then Bernard just... stopped. He held himself that deep, his eyes locked on the husky's. Chad was just staring back up at him, eyes wide and a bit glassy. His mouth was still gulping and squeezing instinctively around the intruding cock, but he wasn't pulling back. Bernard could just see the dog's tail wapping back and forth behind him.
After a long few moments of deepthroating the chipmunk's cock and huffing in his musk directly from the source, the dog finally gave a whimper. It wasn't one of discomfort or distrust, though, it was pure pleasure and need. The vibrations of that whimper ran up through Bernard's cock, and they drew a thought unbidden to the surface of his mind:
Right where I want him.
He didn't know what that meant, but Bernard was moving. He pulled his hips back, making sure the motion was torturously slow. He wanted the dog to feel every inch of the cock sliding free of his muzzle, so he could mourn every little bit that left. Eventually, Bernard's cock was fully revealed, glistening with spit, and hanging just shy of the dog's nose.
"Go on, tell me," Bernard ordered, still using that softly hissing voice. The power was intoxicating. "How much do you love my dick?"
And Chad started babbling, eyes wide and glassy, cock throbbing. "I love it- fuck. I love it more than anything. It's perfect, it's beautiful, it's better than any other di- anything I've ever seen. It makes- it makes me feel like..."
Bernard's grip tightened on the husky's ears. A cool, hungry feeling washed through the chipmunk. He was waiting for something, but he wasn't sure what... "Say it. What does it make you feel like?"
The dog gave a powerful, full-body shudder, and then groaned out. "Like I'm nothing. Like I'm worthless next to it. L-like I want it to take me-"
And then, as those words left the dog's muzzle, Bernard's hips jumped forward, almost of their own accord. Both the dog and the chipmunk were startled when Bernard's cocktip pressed against the dog's nose... and then the piss slit suddenly spread. Bernard's voice left in a startled, ecstatic moan as he felt his flesh stretching and parting around the sniffling, cool nose. The dog's eyes crossed, staring down his muzzle at the dick that had just engulfed his nose. Bernard could feel him sniffing and snuffling.
The chipmunk's voice shook when he spoke, pleasure, power, and terror making the words come with difficulty. "What do you want?"
The dog was silent for a long moment. Then, he spoke, and Bernard knew that the dog wasn't speaking to him; he was speaking to the dick that was squeezed around his nose. "I want you to take me. Please, I want you t-"
Bernard's hips gave a brutal thrust forward of their own volition, and his back arched as his dick spread further. It should have been agonizing, but instead it was pure, white hot ecstasy as his flesh stretched over the dog's muzzle, forcing his lips shut. The dog's eyes widened, and then rolled back into his head. When Bernard thrust forward again, the dog leaned in, and the chipmunk's cock stretched further, impossibly forward.
The chipmunk tilted his head back, having to bite his lip to keep from crying out at the intense sensation. Despite the intensity and the alien nature of the feeling, it was all blindingly, mind-numbingly good. He felt his thighs spreading, and then let out a startled gasp as the dog's hands reached around him to grab onto his ass. Bernard glanced down again, and was realized that the dog was trying to get a handhold so he could shove himself forward harder, faster.
For a while, Bernard could only watch - he was too overwhelmed by everything that was happening to actually do anything himself. His cock wasn't just stretching wider to accommodate the ridiculous girth of the husky's muzzle. It appeared to be getting longer, too, stretching down further on its own. Every now and again, Chad's tongue was just able to slip free of his muzzle and lick Bernard's cock from the inside, which made the chipmunk's legs grow weak every time.
When his tip reached the base of the husky's muzzle, those hands on his ass grew tighter. The husky shoved himself forward, and Bernard's cock pushed forward in kind. Bernard clenched his eyes shut as a powerful jolt of pleasure shot through him... and then kept shooting through him, rocking through his entire body as he felt his tip stretching wider. He managed to open his eyes to stare down at his spreading tip, and his gaze met the dog's eyes. They were delirious with pleasure, rolling back at the sensation of being squeezed like that.
Then, with a jolt, the husky's head fell forward, that cock spread further, and the husky's face was fully engulfed by Bernard's cock. The chipmunk let out a few sharp squeaks; they were almost sounds of protest at the intense shocks of pleasure running through him as the dog's head sank further and deeper.
After that, things felt like they moved quickly. Bernard staggered back until he was pressed into the bathroom's wall, and the partially enveloped dog followed him. Bernard's cock stretched wide, the skin feeling tight, and ever pull and shove sent another soul-shaking jolt of pleasure through him. The husky's fingers kept squeezing at his ass, up until the tip of Bernard's lengthening cock pressed flush against his shoulders.
When Bernard felt that, he blanched, and then stared down. No, there was no way. Sure, everything he'd felt so far today was impossible, but this was so far beyond anythi-
His cock flexed, from his balls all the way down around the husky's head, to the very tip of his cock. A sharp vibration ran down through his engorged flesh, and the chipmunk barely heard a low, muffled moan come from his dick. Bernard's hands went down and grabbed tight to the husky's shoulders for support. His eyes went wide as he felt the entrance to his cock start stretching, and his voice came out in a breathless squeak. "No, fuck no, it won't fit, it's not going to fucking f-"
It flexed again, and the husky was pulled in closer. This time, the tug was hard enough for the end of his dick to spread, and pleasure raced through Bernard's body with such intensity that his vision briefly went white. He was just rolling through the sensations, letting them overcome him and control his actions.
By the time he came back to himself, the husky's shoulders were fully pulled inside of his gratuitously stretched cock head. Bernard just stared down, not believing the sight. The husky had released his ass finally, as the relentless stretching of Bernard's dick had moved low enough down the husky's form to force them back flat against his sides. The husky was squirming occasionally, and the movements made Bernard's entire body shudder with need.
He reached out awkwardly, and placed his hands on the husky's sides. All at once, his cock flexed again, and Bernard felt the husky slide further into his stretching dick. He let out a startled yelp, and grabbed tighter to the husky's fluff. His cock kept flexing, and each flex yanked the husky a bit deeper. Apparently, now that the dog's shoulders were in, the rest was easier.
Bernard could only stare as the dog's feet slowly lifted off the ground, and the chipmunk's enormous, stretched dick supported his weight. As the dog began sliding down even faster, with the added help of gravity, Bernard felt an intense jolt of pressure in the base of his dick. He glanced down, and was startled to see his balls, which had remained mostly unaffected by his dick's unnatural growth, beginning to balloon outwards. He could almost feel every strand of fur as the husky slid further down, and that muzzle began its descent into the chipmunk's balls.
Something about that feeling, that feeling of fullness, triggered something in Bernard's head. He was briefly dizzy, and he leaned forward against the husky on instinct. The added weight shoved the husky down deeper. The pleasure was only multiplied as the husky's speed increased, and then Bernard tugged his hands back, staring down in horror at his own actions.
The dog was now engulfed down to his belly. That curly tail hung just in front of Bernard's face, and it was wiggling back and forth, as though in glee. More from morbid curiosity than anything else, Bernard reached around the husky's body, and up between his legs. He shuddered when he found the husky's cock, rigid and throbbing.
He hesitated for a long moment, then, considering. At length, his free hand went forward, and rested on the husky's hip. He took a deep breath... and then shoved downwards. That pleasure lanced through him again, and he could feel the husky's body tensing in similar ecstasy. The husky slid down smoothly, going deeper and deeper. Almost on instinct more than anything else, he shoved the husky's cock up flat against his belly. He shuddered as he felt its bulge slip past the entrance to his cock, and then it, too, was sliding down his stock.
"Get in there..." He wasn't aware that he was going to speak until he heard his voice. He still had that soft, sultry hiss, and fuck did he like how it sounded. His hands moved, and turned to vices on the husky's ass, feeling that tail wiggling against his urethra. He clenched his eyes shut, and then gave a hard, brutal shove downwards. "Get in my balls you fucking slut..."
The husky must have heard him, because the dog's entire body gave a hard wriggle at that. Bernard felt the bulge of the husky's arousal in his crotch give a few hard throbs. Then, the husky began sliding down all the faster, the widest part of him already inside. Bernard kept pushing, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt more and more of the thick, muscled husky jock slipping into his overstuffed balls. A thick dribble of cum bubbled up from his dick, and with a sniff, Bernard knew it was from the husky.
At long last, Bernard fell back against the wall in a sitting position. The husky was no longer visible, and the bulge of his body was gradually receding down Bernard's cock. The chipmunk's body rocked and jumped as he felt his balls filling up all the more, and he couldn't help but just tilt his head back and close his eyes.
He remembered that big, powerful jock, right before all this had started. For whatever reason, his last words before disappearing down the massive stock kept ringing around in Bernard's head. As his body went to work, giving in to instincts that he didn't know he'd had, the chipmunk's muzzle dropped open, drooling. All he could think of was the husky saying that Bernard's dick made him feel like nothing. Like he was insignificant, useless, nothing...
The chipmunk didn't know how long he sat there, softly rubbing at his balls with his eyes half-lidded and his muzzle hanging open. Nothing... the husky was nothing, he was useless next to Bernard's beautiful cock and balls. His hands rubbed harder at the balls, feeling the occasional pressure of the husky there. Nothing... worthless... take him... take him... That hand rubbed harder, but the pressure of the husky's outlining was growing less distinct. Nothing... The husky was nothing...
Bernard shook as he staggered up to his feet. His eyes, glassy with lust, focused on the shower. A grin plastered itself across his face, and his hands went to his cock. It had shrunk back down a bit, but it was still massive compared to any normal dick. It was probably slightly smaller than Bernard's forearm at this point.
The chipmunk wrapped both hands around the shaft, and started jerking. His tail rose straight up behind him, and his enormous, heavy balls tensed. Nothing... The husky was nothing, he was useless...
It didn't take much - Bernard had been worked up past any reason over the course of the evening. He gave a few more, powerful thrusts, feeling tension rising up his spine, before sliding back down into his balls and dick. He clenched his eyes shut as his cock throbbed, and he braced himself.
Then he came. It was like a firehose, the cum jetting out from his cockhead and smacking against the wall of the shower with an audible 'wump!' The chipmunk couldn't hold back his squeal this time, and he fell almost immediately to his knees. The cum kept blasting out of him, though, painting down the wall and making his entire body feel weak.
It soon became too much for Bernard. His chest heaving, eyes unsteady, he felt his mind shutting down as the pleasure lanced through, imprinting itself on him. As his eyes started fluttering, all he could think was, Nothing... useless... nothing but a wad of useless cum...
When Bernard woke up, groggy and sore and with a bit of a pounding headache, he groaned. He was lying on the floor, his face pressed into linoleum so that his short muzzle was scrunched up. He forced himself to raise his head, his vision too blurry to make anything out, and that was when the scent hit him.
Powerful, masculine musk, along with the unmistakable cloying smell of cum. As he took a few more startled sniffs, he also picked up something underneath it... was that frigging Axe spray deodorant?
He placed one hand on the ground, and used it to push his front up a bit, while the other hand went to rub at his bleary eyes. His vision gradually cleared, and his eyes widened.
In front of him was the bathtub and shower. The curtain appeared to have been ripped from its supports, and now lay in a clump on the bottom of the tub. The inner wall of the bathtub, along with most of the floor, was coated in a thick, heavy layer of cum.
He just stared ahead for a good few seconds, his mouth hanging open as he tried to process what he was seeing. That powerful scent was still overpowering his nose, and it was only as he realized this that he realized he ought to cover his face and look away. It was as he was turning his face that he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He glanced back at the mass of cum, and he focused on something pale blue sticking out of the stuff.
Bernard hesitated for a long few seconds, staring at the sopping thing. It looked like some sort of fabric. At length, he swallowed, and then reached forward, leaning over the edge of the tub. His claws plucked at the fabric, and he lifted it up out of the cum. As it came free, he was quickly able to identify it as a t-shirt that had been cut off to form a tanktop. The particular shade of blue was eerily familiar, but the chipmunk refused to place it until he'd turned the front around to face him. Greek letters stared back at him: Gamma Theta Phi.
The fraternity's name. The Axe body spray. That stupid, stupid cut-off tanktop. He was in Chad Tillman's bathroom.
His cock gave a lurch, but he couldn't bring himself to look at it. He was dreading that. Instead, he stared up at the wall again, coated in cum, that he'd pulled Chad's shirt out of.
Bernard could feel every muscle in his body tensing.
Oh. Oh.
Oh fuck.
He cast around for his clothes, all in a panic. His eyes eventually fell on the loose tanktop he'd worn there, and he slid it on over his head. He started casting about for his shorts, too, and that was when his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror, and he stopped.
With just the tank on, he looked... off. He stared at his reflection for a few long moments, trying to figure it out... until his gaze drifted downwards. The tank hung partway down his thighs, but to his startled surprise, his hips and thighs were pushing the shirt out a bit. They looked... thicker. Fuller. Bernard shifted from foot to foot, and he could see the added muscle in his broad thighs. It gave him a positively bottom-heavy look that wasn't unpleasant to look at.
Hesitantly, he reached down to grab the hem of his shirt, and lifted it up, thinking to get a better look at his wider hips, too. He stopped as soon as his eyes fell on his cock. It was thicker. It wasn't, like, freakishly huge or anything, but it was definitely, noticeably thicker than it had been the last time he'd looked at it. Before, it would have been easy for him to wrap his hand around his cock and have his fingers interlock. Now, he doubted they would even touch.
He reached down to try this theory, and had to bite back a startled moan as his fingers sunk into the soft flesh. It was so much... smoother and softer than he remembered, but also sensitive as hell. Just squeezing it was making shivers run up his spine, and causing his fur to go on end. He could just imagine how much more easily it would stretch the next time he-
Bernard froze, then yanked his hand away from his dick as though burned. He stood up, turned, and walked out of the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him as he went.
"Chad?" A groaning voice called from behind one of the doors to the bedrooms in the hall. Bernard froze in place, and he could feel his heartbeat in his ears. The voice groaned again, and then muttered, "Just... fuckin' throw that twink you were banging out and go to bed, man. The morning's going to suck enough as it is."
There were a few moments of silence while Bernard just stood in the hallway, unsure what to do. When that voice called again, the chipmunk gulped, and then tried to force his voice down lower. He took a deep breath, then gave small, non-committal, "Yeah, bro."
The chipmunk stood there, waiting for any further questioning. His impression appeared to have satisfied the other frat brother, though, because there was no more sound.
Bernard started down the steps, moving gingerly. There were empty red solo cups scattered all over the floor, and he had to step carefully to avoid a few stains that looked particularly sticky. He passed through the living room, where there were unconscious people in various states of undress strewn all over the place. The clock in the corner showed that it was just after four in the morning.
Bernard stepped out of the front door, and then sucked in a few deep breaths. Outside of the house, the night time air was still warm, but at least it wasn't sticky or filled with the musky, post-party stench of the frat house.
The chipmunk set out, keeping his head low and walking quickly. It was late enough that nobody was out on the streets in the student ghetto, and Bernard was thankful for that. His own place wasn't too far away - maybe a fifteen minute walk. For the first few minutes, he just walked along, losing himself in the silence and the movement. He didn't want to think about what had just happened, didn't want to consider what his dick had just done.
It was almost like that little acknowledgement was all that his dick needed. He felt it give a small throb in the night air, and he rolled his eyes. He got a few more steps before he froze in place.
Wait a minute. He turned his head slowly down, and his eyes widened as his gaze fell upon the bared fur of his legs. He stood there for a long few seconds, mouth agape as he stared.
He'd left his shorts and underwear at the frat house. All he had on was a loose fucking tanktop that barely covered his cock. He'd been walking for a few minutes through the street fully bared to the world.
The chipmunk stood there for a few more moments, waiting for his breath to get heavy, or a flare up of mortified embarrassment. What actually happened, though, was far more startling. He knew he should feel horrified by the knowledge of what he had just done, or the fact that he was still exposed. All he felt was a cool, calm indifference, though. Hell, when he considered the fact that people might have seen his cock, he got a small... thrill?
A shiver ran up Bernard's spine. He turned, and started walking more quickly towards home. Not because of any anxiety or fear, of course, but because he knew that he ought to feel that way.
The cool air was oddly soothing, yes distracting, on his body as he walked. He did his best to keep his head down and not think about anything - it was too much for him at the moment. He was actually on his block when a sound behind him made his ears perk up. He glanced over his shoulder, and blanched as he saw a pair of headlights coming towards him. He just stared for a few long moments, transfixed. Then he turned, clenched his hands at his sides, and power-walked forward. He could feel his fur all fluffing up along his body as he he heard the car drawing closer.
All at once, the headlights were giving him a shadow, stretching out ahead of him. His entire body tensed, and for a moment he considered making a mad dash for his place, just two houses down. A voice called out, barely audible over the sound of the car rolling by.
"Walk of fucking shame! Righteous, man!"
The car whizzed by, close and fast enough to make the fur all along Bernard's body ruffle. Bernard just stood there, stricken and staring after the car. 'Righteous?' Fuck, that guy must be high as hell. As he stared after the car, he was just able to make out the guy who had yelled at him - he looked like a tiger, hanging out of the passenger side with his whiskers pressed back by the wind. Again, Bernard was very conscious of those eyes on his bare body, and equally as conscious of how little it was bothering him. As he stared after that inebriated, muscular dude hanging out the side of the car, he felt his tender cock give a small twitch.
Fuck... he'd look fucking good jizzed across the wall.
The chipmunk blanched as he realized what he'd just thought. He glanced down at his cock again. It was hard, in all its thick, stubby glory. The chipmunk looked down at it, then up at the retreating car, and then back to his house, two doors down. His hand twitched... he could... well, probably still get that car to stop if he called after them.
Bernard gulped. Well... it was three hours until dawn. Before he knew what he was doing, he was raising a hand, and calling out, "Hey! Got time for one more!"
The car's tires screeched as it came to a stop, and there were a few drunken cheers from the passengers as the tiger staggered out the door. Bernard set his gaze, and started walking forward, reaching down to give his shaft a heft. Okay. That first one definitely hadn't been his fault. But it could still probably be excused if he only tried one more, though...