Iron Author #1: Helping with His Problem
#25 of Iron Author
"Ahh!" He cried out as he was shoved hard and fell to the ground. The books in his arms went flying down the tiled hallway, and there were snickers and jeers coming from the passing students. He snatched his books from the floor, and was forced to dodge getting his hand or fur-less tail stepped on far too often. He shoved them in his backpack now that he had time to do so and wasn't rushing to get out of school quickly, and then he sped to the restroom, his tears fighting to escape from his eyes.
He held his paw over his muzzle after he slammed the door shut, to keep his whimpers of embarrassment, pain, loneliness, and a mix of other confusing emotions from alerting anyone that he started crying. He shuffled off to the back stall, only to find it locked. He slinked into the one next to it, sat down, and locked it.
He grabbed some of the thin toilet paper the school always uses and wipes his eyes of tears and tries to calm himself. In what felt like a minute or two he was taking deep breaths and feeling much better. Then his sharp eyes noticed movement from behind the toilet paper dispenser. It was moving? The dispenser dropped to the floor, revealing a big circular hole in the wall with tape on its edges to cover the hard edges.
"Hello over there!" A voice whispered, followed by the sound of a screwdriver hitting the floor and an eye peering through to peek at him, showing part of the deer's face on the other side. "Oh! A rat! I see you're new around these parts, so to speak. Care to give me a helping paw? I have a problem that I really need someone else to help with."
"Helping paw?" He tilted his head, his fur-less tail still in cautious curiosity. He could hear more odd sounds on the other side of the stall.
"Yep," The head of a rather large cock peeked through the hole. "Or another body part if you want." He chuckled.
A tent in his pants grew like a weed, just like the twisted thought in his head. This was a way to get back at everyone who picked on him for being gay; blackmail the perpetrators with pictures of a guy sucking their cocks. He quickly striped off his clothes and kneeled. He reached out with his tongue and licked that cock, and more of it was given to him.
"Oh, you have some experience helping people with 'problems' like mine eh? Show me how much experience." The deer teased. He humped the glory hole, feeling the willing throat take him down to the sheath each time. The tongue caressed his cock, exploring its head and shaft and when the head of his cock bumped and went into the throat the tongue would sink into the edge of his sheath. The wet schlorps and ppphts echoed from the other stall, and he felt the warm saliva of the rat dripping down his cock and balls. He reached up and grabbed the top of the shaky wall. He used what little leverage he had gained to pump his cock through the hole faster.
The taste of cock in his muzzle was divine. The thick, hot aroma of arousal suffocated everything else, and made him drool like mad around the meaty rod. It was one of the bigger cocks that he had taken, but he had had lots of time to learn how to breathe each time the cock pulled out enough. He pressed his maw as close to the wall as he could get it and just enjoyed the sensation of a deer fucking his face. He reached down and gripped his cock with his paw. He pumped it in time with the deer's thrusts, his pre running down his paw, and he wiggled a finger into his tight tailhole as deep as he could. He easily reached his spot and pressed down hard on it. He moaned and spurted pre out onto the wall, he sucked harder on the cock in his maw, and his tail was whipping around in delight.
His cock rapidly produced enough pre for his paw to slid up and down like it was lubed, which let him thrust his paw over his cock faster. His finger poked and dug into his prostate, it pushed and rubbed in circles and thrusts, and prepared his tailhole for more at the same time. The deer got tired apparently, so he started humping the cock down his throat on his own. He loved how the head tickled the back of his throat before it traveled further down, and the taste of the cock was heavy on his tongue, like his saliva had started absorbing the taste and tasting the same.
He felt himself getting so close to orgasm, so he moved the paw from his cock to the deer's balls. He reached through the hole and grabbed them, pulling them through and forcing the deer to hold his crotch flat against the stall wall. He squeezed them gently in his grip, but his paws were slick with pre so they kept sliding around and escaping his grip. The Deer's moans were enough to convince him that he liked his balls being played with. The cock in his muzzle was pouring pre down his throat and over his tongue. He felt his tailhole was finally stretched enough to cover the big prick and pulled off of it.
"Hey!" The deer said. "I wasn't done yet!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy this much better." The rat smiled. He pushed his butt in front of the hole, his footpaw kicking the toilet paper dispenser out of the way, and moaned as the tip of that wet cock was pressed against his tailhole. "As long as you ride it good and hard."
The deer grinned wickedly. He had only really expected a blowjob, but a good fucking would never be something he would say no to. He pushed the head of his cock into the warm ass. It felt like it was pulling him in deeper, and with the spit on his cock it slide in easily. It was tight and warm in the rat's butt. He started slow and worked up his pace, he felt his balls slap the wall and sometimes slip over to the other side, and he moaned loudly as the felt the rat bounce back onto his cock. The smell of his own arousal, mixed with the rat's, was burning in his mind and did nothing but make him hornier. The grunts and gasps from the other side of the stall encouraged him to quicken his pace further.
The rat was still drooling from the flavor of cock left in his maw, and the pleasure of the thick cock in his ass was filling him more that many of the cocks he had taken. He quickly settled into a rhythm with the deer that felt like it doubled the speed that the delicious cock was able to fuck him. He moaned loudly and pressed his paws to the wall to hold himself up. His cock bounced and slapped against his chest, leaving more wet spots on his fur and making a bigger slippery spot on the floor.
"Ooh! Yeah, that's my spot right there!" The rat squeaked out. The meaty rod had hit his bump of a prostate and dug in a bit. He squeaked again as the deer hit the same spot, moaning in bliss as the deer now aimed his thrusts at his pleasure button. His knees quaked under the stress of holding himself up to the glory hole, and he left claw marks on the other stall wall. He felt his climax approaching fast, he felt his ears flatten against his head, and he felt the tingling in his spine that signaled the beginning of the end. His balls pulled up tight into his groin, his tailhole clamped down on the welcomed intruder, and his cock tensed under the pressure. Then he shot a spray against the tile floor. Another quickly followed and hit his chest. A third quickly dampened his left footpaw.
The deer was close too, and that tailhole clenching from the rat's orgasm felt twice as good as moments earlier. He rammed his cock in as far as it would go, he moaned lewdly as he pressed his head against the wall, and he desperately tried to force himself balls deep into the rat. His cock spurted in the rat. He could feel his cum pooling in the tight hole. His balls were slowly being coated with what was leaking out. He shut his eyes and basked in the warm afterglow, until he heard a sharp click from beneath him. He looked down to see the rat's paw being yanked away with a phone in its grip. He pulled out with a wet splorch and stumbled back a bit.
"Dude, what did you just do?" He said lazily.
"I just took a picture of your cock in my ass, Derrick. And if you're not careful it will end up on the internet where everyone can see it, and then you'll be kicked off the track team."
"No way," The deer, Derrick said. "Let me see." He kneeled and peered through the hole. He saw the picture on the small screen, cum dripping off his cock and the rat's ass with the view from underneath and his orgasm face clearly visible in the background. "Wow, you should send that to my friend Henry, he'd be so jealous."
"Y-you aren't worried?"
"Come on man, it's 2011. There isn't anyone who gives a shit about who's gay or not unless they're out to get laid. Wait, aren't you Colin? Yeah, we have science together. Why are you trying to blackmail me?" He said, putting his clothes back on after wiping the cum off with the thin toilet paper from the thrown dispenser.
"Well, to make you stop people from picking on me for being gay." Colin stammered, rubbing his arm and feeling a little ashamed of himself.
"Dude, they don't pick on you because you're gay."
"They don't? Then why?"
"I think it's probably because your car looks like it is being held together be bubble gum and toothpicks. But don't worry, I can help it stop. You might have to come over and 'help' me some more with my 'problem' though."
"I think I can manage that." Colin smiled slowly, feeling wanted for the first time in a long time.