The Tryout
Rick couldn't help but grin as he surveyed the campus of Washington Tech University. Most people would think him crazy for having wanted to transfer from the University of Florida; after all, who would trade all that gorgeous sunshine for rain and cold?
Well, Rick, of course.
For one thing, he burned easily. Besides that, UF had just never quite worked out for him. It had a lot going for it, but Rick had very specific goals in mind, and not necessarily the ones his family and friends expected. He'd failed to achieve them in Florida, and certainly his folks had questioned his desire to transfer to WTU. But they'd agreed that Washington Tech DID have a better sports medicine program, and that seemed to be good enough to keep them from harassing him too much. He knew they'd probably figure out his real reason for transferring at some point--mom especially seemed impossible to fool for long--but he figured by then it wouldn't matter. If he succeeded, he'd finally be able to tell them. If not, they'd never have to know.
Rick spent the next hour moving everything into his new dorm room. Fortunately, his two new roommates offered to help out, making it go much faster.
"Damn, dude. You sure didn't leave much behind, did you?" huffed Chris, lifting one end of Rick's heavy oak trunk as Rick carried the other through the door. "This thing is killing me! You keep all your ex-girlfriends' bodies in here or what?"
Rick grinned. "No. Just ex-roommates."
Dan laughed and grabbed a suitcase. "Did I mention that you seem like a great guy? Cause if I didn't, you're a great guy."
"Just make sure you tell the newsman that when you're being interviewed after the bodies are discovered," deadpanned Rick.
Chris was a handsome guy, and Rick guessed from his slight accent that he was at least part Hispanic. Dan seemed sort like the All-American jock type, but not obnoxiously so. Rick figured they'd be easy enough to get along with, but he felt reluctant to reveal too much about his plans, at least not until he'd had a chance to see how they'd react.
They'd just finished laying the trunk in Rick's room when his cell phone rang out.
"Hello? Oh, hey babe! Yeah, I'm just moving everything in as we speak....... No, no problems. Chris and Dan are helping out. They're my new roommates........ What? You're terrible! You don't ask a guy how cute his roommates are, especially not one you're dating...... Yeah, I should expect as much from a flirt like you. Ha ha...... Yup.......okay.......look forward to seeing you a couple weeks! Take care hon. Bye."
"She sounds like fun," Chris remarked with a grin. "John is a horrid flirt too, but somehow I put up with him." Rick gave Chris a puzzled look, to which Chris added, "John's my boyfriend. I hope that doesn't shock your old-fashioned sensibilities."
Rick waved and shook his head. "Not at all. That's one less guy I have to worry about going after Jenny, at least."
They'd finished unloading Rick's things and were just hanging around talking when Rick spied a Alpha Theta Chi jacket in Dan's closet. His curiosity was picqued.
"I didn't know you belonged to Alpha Theta Chi," Rick said as Dan returned from the kitchen with a beer in hand.
"Yeah, been a member for a little over a year now," replied Dan.
"How come you don't live in the frat house?"
"Well, I did for a while. I guess I'm a little more solitary than a lot of those guys. I like things a bit quieter than they tended to be there. I still do most of the events, though."
Rick saw his opening.
"Aren't they the ones in charge of the school mascot?" he asked.
"You mean Winston?"
Rick nodded. Winston was Washington Tech's student wolf mascot. Rick had heard somewhere that they'd finally upgraded the suit this year, but he'd only seen the old version.
"Yeah. He's always been one of the Chi's. The current guy's a hoot. You should meet him." Rick's pulse sped up a bit, but he played it cool.
"I'm sure I will at some point. Sounds cool."
Rick had no idea how soon that point would be.
A few days later he accompanied Dan to one of Alpha Theta Chi's functions. He knew he could just ask Dan to help him figure out what he needed to know, but he felt more comfortable asking someone else when Dan excused himself to the restroom. It was still a challenge to get the words out.
"Hey, my name's Rick. I don't suppose you'd know who I should talk to about the possibility of trying out for Winston, do you?" he yelled over music which was loud enough to make his shout barely audible only a few inches away.
"Hi Rick. As a matter of fact, I do. You have any experience?" asked the guy. Rick's nerves buzzed.
"Well, not a lot, but I'm crazy, energetic and I think I could make you guys proud."
"That so, eh? Tell you what. It just so happens there's a meeting tomorrow night in the basement about it. Come by around seven if you're interested," he said with a grin that seemed a little too amused for the situation.
Rick's heart lept.
"I'll be there, for sure. Thanks!"
"Don't mention it." And before he knew it, the guy had disappeared into the crowd before Rick had even thought to ask his name, or who to ask for. He guessed it'd probably be obvious enough, anyway.
The rest of the night, and the next day, dragged on. Rick found himself unable to concentrate on anything but the meeting. He'd do anything to get the chance to play Winston. He knew most people probably wouldn't understand his strong desire to put on a hot fur costume and run around acting like a looney on uppers, but he didn't care. Wearing a full costume had felt so liberating to him during his one previous experience playing a Ninja Turtle for a video store gig, and he could only imagine how much better it would be to have a whole arena or stadium full of people cheering for you. Still, he hadn't even told Jenny about his feelings yet. Rick knew that most women seemed to like mascots, so what was he so anxious about? I'll tell her once I get the job, he thought. I'll surprise her in the suit. That would be a grin.
After what seemed like several eternities, Rick showed up back at the Alpha Theta Chi house. He couldn't remember ever feeling more nervous as he knocked on the door. One of the brothers opened it.
"Yeah?"
"I'm, uh, here for the meeting? About Winston?"
"Meeting?" the brother asked perplexedly. "Uh, hold on." He disappeared for a minute, long enough for Rick to realize that his legs felt like jelly. The door opened again, and the brother's expression was the same odd amused one he'd seen on the guy he'd talked to last night. 'Right this way," he grinned.
Rick followed him down into the basement. It was fairly large and comfortable enough looking, if sparsely furnished. It was also much cleaner than he'd expected from his experience, which really was nothing but watching bad comedies featuring wacky college hijinks. The room was empty, though.
"Where are the rest?" he asked the brother, honestly surprised. There had been a ton of people at the tryouts for the U of Florida.
"I guess you're the first one here," replied the brother. "Guess you get to go first."
Rick's eyes widened. "Go first? Is this like a tryout, then? I mean, I haven't really practiced... I thought it was just a meeting."
"Don't sweat it." That odd smile again. "Do you REALLY want to be Winston?"
"Oh, hell yeah. Totally."
"You think he's a pretty cool, eh?"
"Definitely! Whenever I've seen him on TV, he's always wild and crazy. My girlfriend even said he was cute. At least if I get the job, I won't have to compete with him," Rick smirked, feeling just slightly relieved that he'd refrained from embarrassing himself yet.
"Heh. Wait here, someone will be right with you. He'll test you in some exercises to see how you do," said the brother and disappeared up the stairs. Rick paced around the room. He tried sitting down briefly but immediately jumped back up and returned to pacing. He had almost started to wonder if anyone was ever going to come when something completely unexpected happened.
Rick stopped dead in his tracks when a door in the room opened and out walked Winston. Except it didn't look like the Winston he'd seen. They must have gotten a new wolf suit after all, because Winston looked even better than he remembered. This version of Winston was somewhat buff. The lush, dark grey fur was short enough that he could see it was a tighter suit, although he wasn't sure how much of the slightly muscular frame was part of the suit and how much was the guy in it. Winston was wearing a WTU basketball jersey and shorts. His fluffy tail wagged easily (how does it DO that, he thought) from the back of them.
Winston looked.... Rick's mind reeled as he realized it... he looked damn hot. Not warm hot, although surely he would be that as well, but extremely attractive. Okay, I'm losing it. Need to calm down here, Rick thought and tried to regain his composure. This was just a part of the test. He needed to be cool. The guy playing Winston was clearly experienced. He had the walk down, the friendly but street-wise swagger, the too-cool-for-words attitude. Rick was impressed, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. Winston looked Rick up and down and put his paws on his hips. Rick hoped he wouldn't screw this up.
"Hey, Winston! Lookin good. Is this part of the tryout?"
Winston stood and nodded back. Rick wondered exactly what he was supposed to do. Interact with him, probably. Maybe they want to see if I'll take the character seriously, he thought.
"Okay. What should I do?" asked Rick. Winston put his muzzle in his paw thoughtfully. Then he went over to a desk and pulled out something that looked like a makeshift brochure. Winston handed it to Rick and picked up a basketball. Instantly he was dribbling it between his legs and doing skillful little tricks. Rick wanted to just sit there and watch, but forced himself to read the brochure, or whatever it was.
The text read: Alpha Theta Chi takes school spirit very seriously. That's why we go through a thorough selection process to make sure that all Winstons are properly qualified and trained. Dedication is especially important. Applicants will be expected to show proper reverence and dedication to the well being of Winston. During the tryout, applicants will follow as instructed by the current Winston. Failure to respond as instructed will result in disqualification from further consideration. Once Winston is satisfied with your performance, you are free to leave. Future Winstons will be notified by mail within a week.
Rick turned back to Winston, who had put the basketball down and was now standing and looking at Rick with his arms crossed. He held out his paws and nodded, which Rick guessed was his way of asking if he was ready. Rick felt intoxicated. He didn't know if he was ready, but he wanted to find out. This all seemed so mysterious, almost...secret?
Winston motioned for Rick to come closer. He took one of Rick's hands and placed it on his fuzzy chest. Rick gasped slightly at the incredibly soft feel of Winston's plush dark grey fur. Some part of his mind wondered just what the hell kind of tryout this was, but he reminded himself how much he wanted to be Winston. How bad could it be? Not too damn bad so far, his mind replied instantly. Rick left his hand where it had been placed, but Winston tilted his head slightly and nodded again, as if consenting that it was okay to move.
Rick ran his hand along the furred muscles of Winston's chest. He felt a combination of envy, anxiety and..... lust? Holy shit, Winston was actually turning him on. How fucked up was this?
Rick put his hands on Winston's broad, strong shoulders and stroked down his muscular arms. His face was only inches from Winston's handsome muzzle and sparkling green eyes. Rick gaped, frozen with awe, as if he was staring at Medusa, only gorgeous inside of hideous. His heart felt like it would pop out of his chest. Then Winston stepped back, turned sideways, wagged his butt and tail at Rick in a way that could only be interpreted as teasing. Winston then pointed at Rick and then down at the floor. Rick wondered if this was some crazy, insane dream. And yet, he sank to his knees, almost glad to not have to try to stand any longer.
Winston came forward slowly, until he was standing directly in front of Rick, looking down at him. Rick stared up at the well-built wolf in front of him and looking at the growing bulge in Winston's basketball shorts, he thought he knew what the next part of the tryout was. Rick's skin felt like it was on fire. Oh my God, I'm going to suck off a wolf. His hands shook as he grabbed the sides of Winstons's shorts and pulled downward, slowly revealing Winston's fuzzy crotch, which sported a healthy erection poking out of... oh, you've got to be kidding me... a full sheath. That was about all Rick's mind could take before it shut off and the last weak protests of his will blinked out.
As Winston's shorts fell to the floor, Rick slid his hands up behind the wolf and held his ass just below the tail. Winston's cocktip trickled pre, and Rick swallowed dryly and brought his tongue out to lick it clean. It was flavorless and sticky, and Rick wanted it. He wanted Winston to take his head in his thick paws and fuck his mouth long and hard, and he wanted it now. He pulled the sheath back with one hand and sank his mouth deep on the cock. It felt so right, so delicious, and he sucked it urgently for a couple minutes until Winston took his head and pulled himself out.
Rick opened his eyes to see if he'd done anything wrong. Winston held out his paws, palm down and made a downward motion. Whoa, slow down, cowboy! Rick grinned idiotically. He got the message. Winston gestured to the couch, for Rick to lie down on it. Rick propped some pillows behind his head and Winston got up top and straddled his chest on his knees, reuniting his thick wolfhood with Rick's eager mouth. Rick let his tongue race across every part of Winston's cock, wishing he could view this scene from someone else's viewpoint, wishing he had a video, wishing his girlfriend could see him nursing gratefully on a wolf's cock.
Winston began to thrust himself deep into Rick's throat. It felt like it would choke him every few thrusts, but Rick didn't want it to stop. Ever. He squeezed Winston's ass and pulled him even deeper forward. He knew Winston must be sweating buckets, and he could felt dampness on his fur and hear ragged muffled breathing. Winston's cock throbbed harder. He's getting close, Rick thought and pressed his lips down tighter around the rock hard shaft. All too soon he he saw Winston throw back his head and begin to howl as a thick, hot blast of semen filled his mouth. He gagged a bit and started swallowing quickly, trying to keep up with the rapid blasts of cum. Rick used his lips to milk Winston's cock of every drop, almost sad that it was over so soon. He continued to lick gently at Winston's cock, cleaning it thoroughly and planting a kiss before laying his head back, quite exhausted.
He heard Winston exhale deeply and his form slumped a bit over him. He was surprised when Winston's paws gently stroked his head affectionately and smiled warmly. He looked up into the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen and suddenly realized by the wetness in his pants that he'd enjoyed it even more than he thought.
"So, Winston.. you think I'm dedicated enough for the job?"
Winston again rested his muzzle in his paw in mock-thought and Rick stuck his tongue out, but then Winston leaned down, touched his nose to Rick's and nodded, rubbing against it.
"Awesome. Too bad you can only try out once."
Winston slapped his forehead with a paw and shook his head. Rick just laughed and pulled Winston into a tight hug.
It was gonna be a great year.