Returning to Campus
#1 of Ian's Trials
Warning! This story contains sexual conduct. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas), please exit this page. Ian is copyright to Gideon. This story is copyright to me, Cal Hendrix.
Ian's Trials: Chapter One
Written by: Cal Hendrix
Inspired by: Gideon
Morning. An alarm clock beeps persistently on the bedside table. Shuffling could be heard from the bed, a spotted arm reaching out and pushing the clock off of the table, sending it to the floor in a crash. A black mop of hair with golden tips poked out from under the green comforter, as a calico cat sits up in the bed, rubbing his eyes as daylight filters through the blinds of his window.
Ian sighed, upset that this would be the first day of his last year at high school, squinting a bit before finding his glasses. He slipped them on and looked around, his comforter having three thick ridges running down his bed. He groaned and realized just how hard he was, gripping his shaft through his comforter, gasping from the sensation of fabric fitting around his shaft in a pleasurable manner. He sighed slowly, pulling the comforter away and blushing as his cock springs up, gripping it gently and purring a bit louder. Ian moaned as his cock dripped precum. "Oh gods..." He hadn't pawed in a few weeks and was rather surprised to find he had the urge to do so now. Running his paw up and down his large and pulsing shaft was amazing, especially since he started his "break."
His cock was rather big for his species... it was actually more similar to a horse's. He couldn't stand how amazing it felt to slide both of his paws up and down all sixteen inches of kitten shaft. He gasped as he continued stroking, one of his paws lingering down, groping his balls as he moaned, both being incredibly full and plump. He whined as he moved his paw even lower, pushing a finger into his tailhole. He gasped as he massaged the head of his shaft, smearing his precum into his paw as he continues stroking the monstrous shaft, pressing a second digit into his hole as he spreads his legs more and moans in shear pleasure.
Without warning, he gasped as his cum began spraying from his shaft, long ropes flying over his bed, striping the green comforter with thick, white cream. He groaned hard as he lifted his shaft to his chest, continuing to stroke it and finger himself, spraying ropes up his chest and hitting his chin, one spurt avoiding the cum blocker and jetting up his face. Slowly, his orgasm began to subside, the ropes shooting out less and less until it became a slight trickle that slid down his cock, groaning as he fell back onto his bed again, gasping and resting slightly.
"Ian! Get out of bed!" he could hear his mother exclaiming. He opened his eyes again and sighed, his cum already dried into his fur. He slid out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom which connects his bedroom to his brother's. He sighed and twisted the faucet, water pouring from the spout of the bath. He pulled the jig and the water immediately changed from the spout to showerhead, making a slight gurgle, then spraying the walls of the shower. The water slowly transitioned from the usual cold water to a hot, steamy spray. He looked at himself in the mirror, sighing. He couldn't help but wonder how in Hell he was lucky to be the only male calico on earth, let alone a hyperphallic. He turned around and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain to behind him.
The shower was a bit uneventful, just rinsing his fur of his dried and heavy cum, washing his head fur, his body fur, and his cock. He was hard and pulsing again, moaning and panting as the steam rose up around him. He knew he couldn't continue... he'd run out of time to get ready. He released his pulsing shaft and sighed, turning off the shower and stepping out, toweling off his wet body.
He began to pull on his clothing, a uniform. His mother thought it would be good for him if he were to attend a private boys' school. He wasn't sure why, but he was pretty sure it was because he was a calico male. His uniform was rather simple, a short-sleeved, white button up with a maroon vest over it, the school's logo on his right chest. Below that were khaki pants. He liked it because it highlighted his colors, white with black and orange speckles. He put in his loop earring, a simple silver band with a pink ball. He wore a pair of Aeropostale boxers, orange plaid to be exact. After dressing, he began brushing his teeth, taking pride in his hygienic practices. He sprayed a dab of Rue cologne on, enjoying the light and sweet scent it left behind.
After leaving his bathroom, he went down stairs, grabbing a pop tart and heading out the door, his satchel over his shoulder. He climbed into his pre-packed SUV and began driving to campus. Not only was this the first day, but it was also move in day. Classes wouldn't begin until 1:30 that afternoon to allow for all students to come onto the campus and move into their dormitories.
Ian was ready to get this year over with. He already had his new dorm mate's name, sad that his last dorm mate graduated, having shared the dorm with Mark, an amazing and rather sexual rabbit. This year, he would be rooming with a new kid, some guy named Greg Perry. He didn't know what Greg's species was, nor if he was gay or not.
With all of this thinking, Ian finally noticed that he had reached the campus, not even aware that he had made the two hour trek. He sighed as he pulled into the campus, Gideon's School for Well Off Boys. Ian could never put the pieces together, thinking he was just average and Mark was better off. In fact, just thinking of Mark made Ian want a big dick in his ass again. He missed those long and hot nights when the rabbit would plow his hole with that twenty inch dick.
Ian sighed as he leaned against his SUV, holding a box with his green comforter in it. He made his way up the staircase in the dorms, finding that same dorm room with the door opened and movement inside. Ian pushed the door open, going wide eyed as he looked straight at his new room mate...