Study Break
#53 of Writing Group Challenge
This is for a writing challenge in a Telegram group I joined (link here if you're interested: https://t.me/joinchat/TXMB1RU1ETeKOakg). At just over a thousand words, we would write a short story fitting a chosen theme. The new theme for this week is, "The clock said it was time for studying, but..."
Not my best WGC story, but it fits the theme very well. What do you think of it? :)
The clock said it was time for studying, but I prolonged my study break by thrusting my lion cock back inside Greg's warm mouth.
"Oh, fffffffuck!" I moaned while biting my lower lip. His tongue expertly brushed against every barb along my nursed feline shaft. "Ooooohhhhh..."
My mouse roommate insisted on sucking me off the night before midterm exams. He insisted I needed to relax, and when I countered it by saying he needed to study as well, the snarky bastard threatened to post pone any blowjobs till the end of next week. So, we made a deal: he could suck me off as I checked my phone during study breaks every couple of hours or so. In exchange, he wouldn't bug me during the critical evening. Still, Greg went further with an additional offer: whether I felt confident or not after the exams were over the next day, he would still let me fuck him in our dorm room afterwards. Passing my classes or not in the end, it felt fair. Either way, I would still get laid.
Greg and I had spent months pretending we were still straight. At least, I did more so than he did. The mouse first started teasing me by conveniently stripping down to his underwear whenever I walked into our tiny, shared room, trying to hide his accidental flirtations behind, "No homo, bro," or, "That's gay as shit." It wasn't until he started offering to give me secret blow jobs with no strings attached that our lines between heterosexual and homosexual became rather blurred.
To me, it started off like a free way to relieve stress. The gym where I built up my muscles could only do so much. Plus, my previous girlfriends wouldn't put out. My mouse roommate only claimed he wanted to explore his 'bicuriosity' without saying outright he'd been preferring guys to girls. Over time though, it'd been starting to feel more...romantic.
"Ooooh, shit! R-R-Right there, buddy!" I huffed and puffed like a wolf in a fairytale. "Nnnnnnngh! Ooooh, Ashley never went that down before..." as payback for me mentioning one of my worst girlfriends, Greg pulled his lips away from my throbbing shaft, and I started mewling. "Sorry..."
"Never liked her," he scoffed. "Just don't compare me to her again."
I couldn't blame him. Greg's disdain for Ashley had been justified, after I politely asked him to no longer give me any action when I dated her. The lioness and I only lasted a few months, but they had been four very tumultuous months filled with bickering and passive-aggressive arguments when something didn't go her way. How I thought it was a good idea to ask her out on impulse, it never occurred to me.
In the end, I didn't regret breaking up with Ashley after she decided to lie around campus to our classmates, claiming that I cheated on her when I didn't. If anything, I tried to be faithful.
Safe to say, Greg and I returned to our secret bonding sessions the very same night. And many nights since.
"Right, sorry. I shouldn't compare you to that...that bitch. I'm sorry," repeatedly apologizing, I timidly asked him, "Wanna keep..."
He sighed. "Only because you asked nicely, dude."
Smirking coyly up at me between my muscular legs, the lithe mouse returned to nursing my cock. "Ooooh yeah...that's the spot, buddy." I purred like an engine.
Leaning my head back until it tapped against the plastered wall, my fingers gripping into the couch's aged armrests, I felt my tail thrash between my legs and against Greg's stomach between them. Almost like a rope with tufts of fur at the end. My toes curled into the crappy carpeting of our tiny dorm room. My lion purrs nearly rose into feral growls that would have been heard all the way across the campus building, informing every resident what me and Greg were truly doing the night before midterms.
Any thoughts about studying went out the window, as I would like heard about was getting off. I let out a series of snarls that turned into low vibrating moans that wouldn't pierce the thin wallpaper separating us from neighboring students, unaware of what transpired next door. I felt Greg suckle faster and swallow harder, Slurping around the sensitive tip of my twitching lion dick.
"S-S-Shit, I...Oh God, Greg, I'm...I'm gonna--nnnngh!!"
Before I knew it, bright stars and specks of black dots danced everywhere I could see when I dared to open my eyes.
Greg's lips encouraged me throughout the rest of the climax, and I clutched his smaller head pressing it to my crotch midway through cumming loads down his throat. He didn't struggle. If anything, he leaned closer until his button nose kissed my pubic hair, lightly exhaling through his nostrils to make them tickle. He easily embraced his position, kneeling perfectly still and letting my fingers rub his round ears without so much as flinching from a gag reflex. The only signs of discomfort were when he wrapped his paws around my tense fingers, and I squeezed them back. Just how many times had I gotten sucked up by him from that point?
Minutes later, Greg rubbed his jawline while pushing out my flaccid cock from his lips, smiling up at me. "You good, dude?" He asked.
I let out a tired, "Y-Yeah..." Eventually, the blood returned it to my brain and I remembered what I needed to do. "Thanks for the stress relief, buddy."
It had gotten late. With an unceremonious shrug, I coaxed Greg to get off of me and allow me to return to my desk. He nodded understanding and went back to his own to continue watching whatever TV show he'd gotten into that week. Meanwhile, I focused once again on the notebooks and textbooks strewn all over in front of me. I found myself so engrossed into them that I didn't even register my mouse roommate leaning behind me to peck me between the ears, not until it clicked, and I turned to find him settling into bed. We exchanged soft smiles, and I quietly went back to studying.
I planned to look forward to the end of my exams the next day. If I scrounged up enough money in my checking account, then maybe I could bring Greg to a movie and maybe a cheap motel? There, we could fuck as loudly as we wanted to, and perhaps discuss--in private--our true feelings for each other.