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The GreenMount Chronicles, Interlude (Between 12 and 13) "Dark Sides"

Roger's small, messy room was quiet. He had some music on in the background, but nothing else. He was kneeling back on the bed, naked, remembering. The guys at Victor's house, all with their shoes off, using their feet to jerk each other off. What a crazy image. It never really occurred to him how impossible it was until recently. When they were doing it, no one questioned it. It was just something to do. It felt good, and it was fun.

He still remembered how Mike's big doggie paws felt on his cock. He was erect, the pink shaft standing out from his body. He cupped it in his hand and squeezed it gently, just as it had been squeezed between the soles of Mike's feet. He stroked it slowly, pulling the sheath back, then rolling it up again, while his mind wandered.

* * *

Scott was sprawled out on his couch at home as the sun went down. Orange light spilled through the window. No one was home. He had just turned the TV off, and he was taking the time to remember his brief experiences.

He wished he had stopped Mike and Roger from comparing their feet that day. That's what had started it all. Mike had tugged on Roger's foreskin with his toes. And once you get a guy's dick interested, anything can happen. And it had.

Then Victor, who had actually gotten him off... he couldn't blame Vic, no matter how hard he tried. The rabbit had only done it to fit in with them. Vic always had to work a little harder to be a part of their group, because he wasn't a jock. Scott knew this, and so he always tried to include the rabbit in their activities. He liked Vic, though he didn't know why. He felt a special kind of friendship with him. It had something to do with the way he looked, the way one ear always fell in front of his face, and his smile, and his big, pretty eyes.

He rested one hand in his lap and squeezed the bulge in his jeans. He moaned softly.

Yeah, it was all Mike and Roger's fault.

* * *

Roger ran a finger along the underbelly of his cock, stroking it lightly. It felt so good.

Feeling good, he supposed, was why Mike and Victor got together in the bath. He could imagine the advantages to being in water, to slippery soap and bubbles. What Mike did to him on the couch that first time would be nothing compared to a pair of slippery paws, lathered up. He couldn't blame them, really. So why did it bother him so much?

It was jealousy, sure, to some extent. They were friends, and didn't friends do things together? Why did Mike want to hang out with Vic more than him? Was it because Vic had bigger feet? They were really big, and considering how Scott had reacted to them, he could imagine the incentive.

He was actually stroking his cock how with his hand, sliding it up and down.

And Mike had been licking them, actually licking Vic's foot, while he used his own feet to jerk the bunny off. Maybe Vic was one of those guy who was sensitive like that.

Roger sat back on the bed and looked at his own tiger paws. He ran a finger along one pink arch. It felt nice, but not erotic. He wondered how it must have felt for Victor.

* * *

Scott could think of nothing, laying on the couch, besides how Calvin's mouth had felt on him, sucking, slathering his cock with dalmatian tongue. He'd been laying back then, too, in his van seat, watching his shaft disappear into Calvin's mouth. There was something in there, something wildly erotic about it, about someone treating his cock with such adoration and respect. It was a satisfaction and arousal he was not used to.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. He held it in his hand, rubbing it, imagining the feel of Calvin's mouth, and more, the wonder in his eyes when he'd seen how large it was. When Leon told him that he'd sucked his cock, he knew he would have to have some, too.

Fucking him had been incredible. It wasn't just spontaneous, either. He'd wanted to do it. When he first entered Calvin, it had been the most amazing thing, the way his body had gripped Scott's dick, actually trying to force it out, while he pushed it further in. It was the ultimate show of power, for him.

He moaned. Just remembering the experience while he caressed himself was enough to send him over the edge. His cock jetted out thick white ropes onto his chest and stomach. He cleaned himself up and went to his room to take a nap.

* * *

Roger held himself up with one hand on the bed, sitting up, jerking off more urgently.

Then he remembered yesterday when he'd walked in on his brother and Rock.

He pulled his hand off of his hard, throbbing, dripping cock. He was panting slightly, and he desperately wanted to continue, to get himself off.

But he couldn't, not thinking about his brother. That would be wrong. After all, he was trying to piece things together, not get his rocks off.

Seeing Mace and Rock on the bed together had totally shocked him. He'd never seen anything like it before. He'd always thought that gay stuff would look gross, or disgusting, that it would horrify him. But when he'd opened the door, it just looked like two attractive guys holding each other's dicks and kissing. There were no klaxons or warning lights. No demons circling.

Even when he'd seen Rock's big hand stroking Mace's cock. He'd noticed it was glistening, like he'd used vaseline on it. And when they saw him, the big wolf hadn't even slowed down. He just kept doing it, pushing and pulling.

Roger pulled his hand off his cock again; he'd started rubbing himself without realizing it.

He'd never been jerked off before. What did it feel like, he wondered? He'd never seen Mace in such pleasure as when he shot his load. And some of it had splattered over Rock's huge wolf cock. He wondered if maybe they'd used it for lube later on.

He wondered what he would have seen if he hadn't left. Would Mace have let him stay? What did Rock say when Mace started rubbing him off?

"Yeah Mace, do it, buddy," Roger whispered, not knowing he was going to say it, lost in thought. That's when he came. He had started jerking off again, and this time he'd sent himself over the edge. He squeezed his cock, tugging on it while it jetted out his seed on the sheets.

He collapsed backward onto the bed, rolled on one side.

He covered his face with his hands and thought, "What's wrong with me?"