The Second Acorn
--The Showers
Chad kicked off his cleats, pulled off his socks, then peeled off his pants. It had taken him almost two months to gain the confidence he needed to disrobe in front of the other boys. Eventually he got used to the jokes and stopped taking them seriously. They came from boys he considered his friends, and more importantly, everybody gave as good as they got in the locker room. Chad may have been known as Acorn, a name balefully inherited from grade school, but he took solace in how benign it was compared to titles like Shitfingers and The Knoblicker.
In the shower, Chad lathered his growing body with suds. At fifteen years of age, he was deep in the grip of puberty and his height was rapidly changing. Cute, boyish chubbiness was trading up to hard muscle and sore bones. The twin horns on his head were growing into an impressive rack, but the one horn he was self-conscious of stayed at the same two inches it had been for most of his life. Chad had not yet heard the term micropenis. All he knew was that all the other boys had bigger penises than he did and his nickname made sure he would never forget the fact, just like Brandon "Shitfingers" Coontz would forever be known as the boy who did not wash his hands often enough.
On the first day of Chad's freshman year, he met a ram with the unfortunate name of Dakota, a girl's name as Dakota himself pointed out. He was a month Chad's senior but stood a head beneath him, and his horns were only just beginning to form the epic gnarls that rams were known for. He and Chad bonded over a mutual love of muddy games of football and Pizza Rolls. They often had sleepovers when Chad wasn't with his best friend.
Dakota sidled up to Chad now as he usually did. He was scrubbing his sweaty body, giving his armpits particular attention. Puberty was hitting him hard. It was joked that Dakota need only raise an arm to scare a buzzard away from a corpse. Both armpits together was comparable to Nagasaki. Neither jock knew what the comparison meant. Bento, Chad's nerdy best friend born to Japanese immigrants, slyly remarked to him one day that while Nagasaki jokes did not bother him personally, his parents would probably throw Chad out of their home if they heard him utter one.
"Good game today, man," Dakota said in what most would consider a stoner's cadence. Dakota was not a pot smoker, but had most of the mannerisms to the point that even his parents occasionally checked his bedroom for drugs. "Dude, you're getting tall enough that they're gonna make you play with the seniors."
"They wouldn't really do that, would they?" Chad asked with genuine concern. "The seniors are all dicks."
"Chill out, Acorn," another voice said. Both Chad and Dakota turned to see Richard, the only freshman crocodile and a slow quarterback who was prized for his durability. He grinned at the reaction the nickname got from Chad: a pissy scowl. "They're not gonna make you play with the seniors. You gotta pass a test for that, I hear."
The ram snickered. "Sounds like a load to me, man."
"Yeah, no, I'm serious," Richard said, scrubbing his rough hide. The sound produced was like a sheet of sandpaper smoothing out a plank of wood. "They kick you in the balls until you puke, and-."
"Shut up, Dick," Chad interrupted, grinning. "Don't you have some balls to fumble?"
The crocodile was sharper than anybody gave him credit for. "Nice thimble, Acorn, think my mom can use it when she sews up my shorts?" He skulked away to rinse himself off, not giving Chad or Dakota a second look.
"Forget him, dude," Dakota said, stepping under a shower head. "Hey man, how's Bento been? You still hang with him?"
"Oh, yeah. Bento's fine," Chad replied, blushing suddenly. He didn't feel completely clean but he put himself under a shower head to hopefully hide his embarrassment. "He just got back from Japan. Vacation with his folks. Maybe I can show you the pictures sometime."
"Sure, dude, sounds cool," Dakota agreeably said. "Hey man," he shook his head to sling the water off his horns, "I got this friend, you'd like him, he's kind of a slut to be honest with you. Fox-coon dude, got nice hair. Likes dudes. You like dudes too, right?"
Chad looked severely at Dakota. Then he remembered his sexuality had never been that much of a secret. And now that he thought of it, Dakota had mentioned that he liked guys. He had never shown interest in Chad, but the bull was not offended.
"Yeah, I guess I do," Chad muttered. "Desmond, right? I've seen him, I think. He watches the games sometimes."
Dakota smiled. "Yea-a-ah, man, he's got a thing for football dudes." He winked one of his big, blue eyes at Chad. "I was hanging with him last night. He was asking about you. I guess he thinks you're cute or something, but I figure you guys have a lot in common, dude."
Chad considered what he was hearing. If he was thinking of the right person, then the idea of having a little fun was far from off-putting. He didn't think it would bother Bento.
"That could be fun," he tentatively said. "I wanna meet him."
--The Weekend Escape
A stallion let Chad in. Chad had never been inside of an abandoned building before. He thought the idea was neat. On his own he would have had a flashlight and it would have been his hope to find a safe full of money, or maybe a dead body. Maybe even both. Instead of being a place to explore, the building was full of people, all of them there to have fun one way or another. Children as young as ten and dropouts as old as twenty-five mingled together in a sprawling and exceptionally noisy party. This was the dead part of town where failing industry had left buildings empty like gutted carcasses. Nobody would come check on the noise here.
Chad was ushered along by the flow of new arrivals to a beer keg. He got a plastic cup full of beer with a thick foamy head and forced himself to drink it. He had had sips of beer in the past and still didn't care for the taste, but everybody else was doing it. Would you jump off a bridge if everyone else was doing it? he could hear his father asking him. It made him grin. Nobody was here to stop him from jumping if he wanted to, so just maybe he would.
The bull looked around for faces he recognized. There were more people than he count at a glance, maybe a hundred, all of them drinking and laughing and dancing. He saw some sex and it was hard not to watch. Chad was at the age where boners came from the most mundane things, and a live sex show was almost enough to make him pop in his shorts. On a couple of mattresses topped with patchwork blankets, a bear girl who couldn't have been older than twelve was busy with a wolf and his friend, a hyena. Chad was gay, but the girl's little brown paws were gliding on their cocks, giving them handjobs, something the bull had a special place in his heart for.
Eventually an arm curled around Chad's waist. He turned, startled, but his featured relaxed when he saw the face of his Shiba Inu friend. "Bento!" he said suddenly, smiling.
"Hello hello, Chad," Bento replied. "I heard there was a bull here." His eyes, which appeared colossal and anime-like because of his glasses, scanned the tableau on the mattresses. He smiled as he looked back at Chad. "I thought you didn't like girls," he teased.
"I don't," Chad murmured, "she's just..."
Bento waited five seconds to smile and ask, "Just what?" He giggled and smooched Chad on the cheek. Quietly, close to Chad's ear, he whispered, "Is it because you still like it best when I play with you like that?"
The bull didn't answer, but he didn't have to. The dog read the answer on his blushing, smiling face. "That's all right. Now then, there's somebody here looking for you. I'm pretty sure you're here to meet him."
"Desmond, yes," Chad affirmed, and then realization hit him. "Wait, do you know him too?"
Bento smiled toothily. His curled tail began to wag. "What, am I not allowed to enjoy myself? Desmond is a sweet little foxcoon."
Apparently Chad missed the emphasis. He said quickly, "No, of course you can." It's not like you're my boyfriend or anything.
"Of course I can, and of course you can," said Bento, and winked. Cheerfully, "He's over here. Follow me!"
Chad watched the bear girl work for a few seconds longer before he followed Bento. The one positive of a small penis was it didn't take much effort to hide an erection.
--Desmond Lankett
Desmond saw Chad before Chad saw him. It wasn't hard to spot Chad, who was already taller than most adults at the party. But Desmond stayed where he was, stayed nestled into a grubby sofa in the corner, and elected to let Chad come to him.
Someone had told him, and he hadn't really cared to pay attention, that this building used to be a car factory in better days. The area he was sitting in had been a weld shop. It was in its own cubicle roughly the size of a small apartment with no roof or windows, just four tin walls including the outer wall of the building itself. In the room with him were a few of the other cool kids. This was the room where pot was smoked and where people went to fuck without having to do it in front of the entire party.
Bento stepped in followed by Chad. They had to step over a skunk sprawled on the floor, masturbating and far off in his own world. There was good ecstasy being passed around the party.
"Heya, Benny," Desmond crooned, waving at the dog. "This your big ol' pile of bull?"
Chad grinned. "I know I've heard that accent before at the games. You're Desmond, all right. Yeah, I'm Chad."
"Yeah, ya' got me, I'm Desmond!" the foxcoon affably said, and patted the couch. A year Chad and Bento's senior, Desmond was a feminine-looking teen who had already finished developing. All he would gain in the coming years was an inch of height and a slightly deeper voice. This put him in contrast to Chad who would shoot up nearly a foot before he was done with puberty.
The bull sat beside Desmond, leaving a few inches between them. Desmond was not shy about scooching closer to him. "Benny, ya' gonna join us?" he asked.
"That's okay," the Shiba Inu said politely. He smiled at Chad. "I'll see you guys later. And Desmond, be gentle with him."
"Aw, ya' know I'm always gentle," the southern-fried foxcoon said, slapping a paw down on Chad's thigh. "Seeya, Benny."
"I've never called him Benny, ever," Chad said with a hint of embarrassment. He sipped his beer but it was drained down to just foam. In a way, he was glad it was finally depleted. As he set the cup on a pitted metal table close by, he said, "So, uh, how do you know Bent-, Benny?"
Desmond smiled winsomely. He gave Chad a kiss on the cheek and noticed how warm the cheek got. "Been meetin' him for a while now, since we was both, uh," he did some quick tabulation on his fingers, "twelve or so? We uh," the fox laughed, leaning in close, "we play D&D. It's kinda dumb, I know, but Benny's real good at spinnin' stories, ya' know? It's kinda like really bein' there!"
The bull laughed. "You play that game? I never liked it but it's one of his favorite things. It's all... wizards and dragons, it's too silly."
Suddenly the fox squeezed Chad's groin. The bull grunted, his blush heating up a notch. Suddenly he was ashamed to look at Desmond so his eyes scanned the old welding shop. The skunk was still jerking off, writhing on the cement, and a pair of jackals sat on another old couch on the other side of the shop taking turns with a bong. Chad recognized them from gym class.
"So-o-o Chaddy-boy," cooed the fox, pressing his lips into the bull's thick neck. His soft paw kneaded the bump of the bull's cock. "Benny tells me you're a lil' guy. A cute lil' guy nicknamed Acorn."
Chad shuddered. Precum leaked into his shorts. He thumbed a hole in one of the couch cushions where the seam had come apart. "Buh-, Bento told you all of that?" Chad asked, his voice soft and quavering.
"We-e-ell, some of it. He told me ya' got this," he rubbed firmly, "in common with me. The whole Acorn thing, well, let's just say it ain't exactly no secret, sugar."
The bovine jock looked aside at Desmond. He smiled crookedly. "You've got a little-?"
"Yeah, it's awful small, sure gets the job done though," said Desmond with pride Chad found enviable. "So, gonna be real honest with ya', I asked Benny what really gets ya' goin' and he told me I gotta find out for myself, that it ain't no fun if'n he tells me. So Chad," he nibbled the bull's neck, preening him in one small spot, "I'mma getcher shorts off ya' and get that lil' peepee out, and you and me, we're gonna find out together how to make ya' feel good."
"I already-, I feel pretty good-," Chad tried telling Desmond, but his voice was hitching and threatening to crack. Bento made him feel good in a sweet and familiar way. Desmond was a sensuous and unfamiliar whore. Chad wanted to do so much to him, but all he could do was sit passively and let the fox take control.
The foxcoon's paw slipped under Chad's waistband. Under gym shorts and a jockstrap, he found the acorn and a big smile creased his lips. "Gosh, ya' really are a lil' guy, Chad... I think I been with girls who got bigger clits'n you got pecker."
Chad gnawed his lip, huffed, squeezed tightly around Desmond's back. In a tiny voice he asked, "What's a clit?"
Desmond giggled at the query. He kissed Chad. "Ain't important right now. Sit back, jus' sit on back, sugar."
The bull nodded and eased himself back into the couch. A loose spring prodded him through the cushion and he winced, shifting to the side to get away from it. "This couch is kinda-, it's really uncomf-," Chad was saying when Desmond straddled his lap and kissed his lips again, silencing him. "Hi," he murmured.
The fox nuzzled with Chad. "Sugar, ya' all right with this? Bein' frisky with me?"
Chad blushed and grinned. "Yeah, yes, totally. I've just, uh-, I've only been with Bento."
Desmond chuckled. "Yeah... I heard about you two." That was all he said. He stood up, his groin near Chad's snout, and opened up his fly. His jeans came down and he shook them off his foot. The bump of his penis in his briefs was the sole point of Chad's focus. He knelt down again and pressed flush to the bull, groin to groin and chest to chest. "I hear ya' ain't done it in the butthole yet," said the fox with lust and hunger in his voice. He nibbled Chad's jawline, breathing into the fur.
Knowing he wanted to touch Desmond's soft body, Chad felt around the foxcoon's behind, palming round cheeks through stark white underpants. "No, not yet, no," Chad murmured, the blush vibrant. "I'm not sure about-, about that."
Gentle black paws rubbed Chad's sides. Sharp teeth preened his neck. "Ya' wanna save that for someone special, don'tcha? Can't say I blame ya' there, honey. All right, I got an idea."
Desmond pulled back, getting off the couch and off of Chad. He grabbed a throw pillow the couch and tossed it on the cement floor. "Lay on back for me, sugar. Lay back and lemme make ya' feel good."
Although this was not Chad's first time, which had been a surprisingly peaceful and mutual experience with Bento, the bull was nervous. This was not Bento, who he knew very well. This was Desmond and Desmond was exciting and forbidden. He was shaking just a little bit as he sat down, then laid back, putting his head on the pillow. He stared up at the tall ceiling of the old factory, which hung far above like a metal sky. Then Desmond came into view, grinning and shadowed. He slid down his briefs and kicked them away with his jeans.
Before the bull could glimpse anything but Desmond's upper body, the foxcoon straddled him. His groin rubbed again into Chad's but with two fewer layers of clothing between them. Chad's cheeks were hot when he touched Desmond's naked hips. He said, "This is kind of weird. I've only, you know-."
"Only been with yer little doggy pal, I know," Desmond purred. He leaned low, kissed Chad's cheek. Slowly he gyrated, and as he did so he asked, "Y'wanna stop?"
The bull's arms wrapped around Desmond's back. "No," he answered immediately. "You're really-." He was about to say pretty. Could boys be pretty? Would it bother Desmond? "I love how you look," he settled for saying, and kissed Desmond back. "What are we gonna do...?"
"Oh, well, I got an idea for that," Desmond said, grinning big and wide. His tail swayed like a reed in a breeze. He pulled out of Chad's grasp, though the bull held on a bit longer than he should have. Once free, Desmond scooted back, his fur gliding easily enough on the cement. Girly black paws opened the fly of Chad's shorts. A bump tented the briefs underneath. Desmond snickered and said, "Aw, no jockstrap? Guess Bento didn't pass th' memo along for me."
"Memo, what?" Chad muttered. He asked with utter puzzlement, "What's a memo?"
Desmond laughed. "S'like a note, but it's-, gawd, just shaddup, ya big dumb hamburger. Now lemme get a look at that peepee ya got." Now his paws hooked into Chad's briefs, tugging downward in a slow, smooth movement. As he pulled downward, he tweaked Chad's erection with his thumbs through the fabric. When the nub of the bull's cock was bared, Desmond could not fight off the urge to smirk.
Chad recognized the smirk. He had seen it on so many other boys in the shower, at least until he introduced them to the horns. He liked Desmond and his first thought in the moment was almost a desperate one. Please don't laugh at me, I like you too much for that, Desmond.
"What a kee-yoot lil' pecker ya' got!" Desmond squealed, clasping his paws and tossing back his head. He reminded Chad of an excited little girl, perhaps one seeing a pony for the first time. "Gawddamn, I betcha I can fit yer pecker and yer sack in my mouth! I always been wantin' to try that!"
The bull's hands rested on his belly, his eyes looking naturally at the ceiling. His cheeks were red as beets and he could not imagine looking at the strangers in the room, let alone Desmond. As it turned out, nobody but Desmond cared. "You don't think it's-, it's funny?" Chad murmured.
"Funny, shit! I love me some lil' peckers," Desmond crooned with enthusiasm too giddy to be fake. He climbed over Chad again, crotch to crotch with the bull. Chad shivered from the warmth of Desmond's naked, furry balls resting on his. The foxcoon's sudden laugh was sharp and ugly. Chad winced from it. "Ah-hah! I'm bigger! Hell, ain't much bigger, but lookie there! My lil' pecker covers up yer lil' pecker. It's a pecker eclipse."
"Gawd," Chad grunted, covering his face. "Oh, gawd."
Desmond tittered. He leaned low, pulling aside Chad's hands, and kissed the bull on the nose. "Aw, hell, sweetie! Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' smaller. You and me, we both heard the same shit, got the same wedgies. I'm still gonna suck ya' dry, sugar."
Chad huffed from his nostrils. "Bulls are supposed to be big," he groused.
"Ya' are big, just not yer dick," tutted the southern sissy, his mush-mouthed accent merging the first two words into one syllable: yarr. He was grinning when he slid back, dragging his crotch across Chad's. He nuzzled the bull's belly and tickled the navel with his tongue. Chad smiled but hid it behind his fingers. Then Desmond's nose brushed Chad's penis, and the foxcoon cooed, "Ya' smell real good, sugar. Gotcha a nice manly musk goin' on, tell ya' what. Could smell yer junk all night."
"You're smelling me? That's so weird," Chad grunted, but he laughed too. "I really smell good?"
"Sure do! I smelled big bulls with big peckers, and they ain't smelled half as manly as you do. Honest to gawd, cross my heart." Then he moved suddenly from words to sex, his mouth opening and closing at once around Chad's genitals with room to spare.
The humid heat of Desmond's mouth caused Chad to shudder and bite his lip. He reached for Desmond's head and palmed the curve of the crown, the points of the ears and then the long, silky hair. Desmond was so unbearably pretty. Chad loved Bento and loved their special time together, but Desmond was pretty. Chad had never really fantasized about anybody in his life, but Desmond all at once occupied his thoughts. It stunned him that boys could be like this. He thought only girls could have that property - and girls were gross.
The foxcoon nursed on Chad's crotch in firm suckles. His tongue rolled under the bull's sack, lifting it up and pressing it and the small penis above it the ribbed surface of the roof of his mouth. Chad was at the age where boys either zealously washed or didn't wash at all, and he was in the former camp because biology class had taught him dogs had very tender noses and he did not want to offend Bento. Despite that, he had a delicious flavor which the fox picked up on and immediately craved more of. His tongue lolled all around the bull's genitals, slathering slobber on thick like many coats of paint. He listened to the eager moans, the scuff of hooves hitting the floor in kicks Chad was mostly unaware of performing.
Desmond could see why Bento loved Chad as much as he did. The bull was adorable in attitude and anatomy. He spat out the bull's crotch but dived right back in for the penis alone. It was a true micropenis, hardly more than a glans on an inch-long stalk, but was nevertheless immensely tender and easy to suck on. Desmond suckled it and it reminded him of a pacifier - something he had been encouraged to use at the last party after he tried a fascinating substance called E. He had loved being on E, gnawing a pacifier uncontrollably as he moved to music and did naughty things with other boys. He loved being with Chad right now, although he wouldn't think of gnawing the bull. He loved on the bull's tiny penis, licking and suckling, twisting his muzzle to give Chad the full gamut of textures his mouth had to offer. Not that Chad could feel anything except for jowly lips, slobbering tongue, and the occasional graze of teeth; Desmond was used to blowing much bigger boys.
"Oh, ooh god," Chad said in a rising, almost girly tone. His athletic legs twisted inward and his hands left Desmond's head, going to the concrete where he picked at pits and cracks with his fingernails. "Good god, oh good-, guh," the bull mumbled, suddenly feeling like his tongue was a slab of rubber. Chad had cum before, plenty of times, but never like this - never in a hot mouth on a pretty boy. His slobber-soaked balls drew up tight and he shot hard into Desmond's mouth, putting one thick rope on the sissy fox's tongue. It was a heavy and fertile string but the rest was a dribble of salty white fluid. As he came he stopped breathing, but his heart raced. Then the paralysis let go and he exhaled hard like a smoker letting out a long hit. He laid in the floor with his chest heaving, his little cock twitching between Desmond's jowly lips. "Jeez, oh jeez," he bleated. "Um, uh, thank you."
Desmond pulled up from Chad's cock, popping his lips off the flesh to break his seal. He made a show of wiping his lips on the back of his arm. "Mm, no, thank you, sugar," he said indulgently. "Always happy to make some good-lookin' fella's nuts a little lighter."
The fox cuddled up to Chad then, taking the small amount of extra space on the pillow for his head. He kissed the bull's cheek, said, "Gosh, yer all sweaty. Really musta got ya' goin'."
"You did, you really did," the bull said between air-hungry huffs. Tentatively he hugged Desmond close. He and Bento cuddled. Anymore, it seemed natural to Chad, but with Desmond there was that element of taboo and that made him uneasy. He reached down and his right hand found Desmond's penis. It felt the same as his but a little bit bigger, and again came a comparison to Bento, whose penis was canine in shape. Chad asked, "Do you mind if I, uh, if I jerk you off?"
Desmond smiled. Now he was blushing. "Well sure, sugar. But here. Lemme help ya' with that." He climbed over Chad again, but now his bottom rested on the bull's crotch. Chad's cheeks warmed up again. Desmond's butt was on his penis, he could feel the crack and its warmth. He bit his lip but said nothing. He trusted Desmond.
As the foxcoon laid back, his head came to rest on Chad's chest. His arms hung to the side, vaguely cruciform. He cooed, "This oughta be easier for ya', sugar..."
"Yes, yeah," Chad agreed, grasping Desmond's penis. His other hand rubbed through the fox's fur, feeling him everywhere. He thought again about how pretty Desmond was. I guess boys can be really pretty, he admitted to himself.
The bull masturbated Desmond slowly at first. With his own penis he was rough and practical. He knew what he wanted - an orgasm - and he knew how to get it with as little fuss as possible. With Desmond (and with Bento) he was gentler, knowing a lover's touch was necessary. As he stroked Desmond, he whispered into a pert ear, "Do you like that, Desmond? Does that feel good-," he hesitated before concluding, "sweetie?"
"Su-u-ure does, honeybuns," Desmond sighed. He giggled. "Ya' sound so-o-o uncomfortable with them cute names... bet it took everythin' ya' had, didn't it? Just keep goin', sugar."
Desmond's penis throbbed in Chad's grip. It wasn't that much larger than his own cock - what a difference an inch and a half made. He could hold it the way he held Bento's, like it was a joystick. With his own he had to use his fingertips as if he was constantly attempting to pick up a penny off a tile floor.
"You have a really nice-, thing," Chad muttered. He nosed into Desmond's hair. It smelled fruity, but also sweaty. "I like your hair."
"Chad," Desmond sighed, the sound a pleasured one, "ya' don't gotta talk to me all sweet, sugar. Really."
"I just realized I don't really talk when I'm with Bento," Chad said sheepishly. "I didn't want you to think I was, you know, not interested."
The fox touched Chad's wrists, one in each respective paw. "Sugar, yer jerkin' me off and ya' just popped a big ol' wad in my face. I know yer interested."
"Yeah, I guess you do," the bull said quietly, then chuckled. He squeezed Desmond in an arm and his hand moved faster on the fox's penis. He was tugging back on the foreskin just enough that his fingers brushed the glans. Precum was oozing through his digits. He listened to the foxcoon's sounds and liked what he heard - soft huffs and moans. He said with a bit more confidence, "You love this, don't you?"
Desmond's eyes closed, his face relaxed, but his breathing was picking up. He crossed his legs and curled his toes at the same time. "Gawd, Chad. Yeah, Benny said you gave a good handy. Must be 'cause yer playin' with balls all day."
"Shut up," Chad snickered, and pinched Desmond's ear in his teeth. At that the foxcoon squealed and Chad let off the bite, but then he realized it was a good squeal. He bit back down, not hard but enough to let Desmond know he was there. Now the fox was bucking into his hand and doing half his job for him. "Yeah, yeah, you love that," Chad mumbled around the ear. "You lo-o-ove that."
"Ooh, shit, I do," Desmond whimpered. He was grinning ear to ear and his unbitten ear was splayed back. The small length of his cock was twitching in Chad's fingers. Beneath him the bull's erection was coming back, pressing into his ass crack. It was accidental and the fox let it be, but he would have loved to be the bull's first time. But that there's for Benny.
Chad's teeth ground on Desmond's ear. He was getting a little more rough on the foxcoon's prick, treating it like he treated his own meat when he was alone. He believed the fox could take it if he had been with so many boys, and he was right. Desmond took the pleasure and the minor pain together and he squirmed for the bull. He whimpered that he was going to cum and informed Chad that he had some seriously gifted fingers. The jackals looked over with minor interest, then went back to a banal discussion about which Halo game was the last good one.
Desmond's climax erupted through Chad's fingers. His shot was no more substantial than the bull's but it made a mess of the bovine's fingers, making them sticky and hot in a familiar way. Chad kept tugging but eased off the ear. When Desmond's emphatic pleasure gave over to whimpering and more severe squirming, Chad he slowed his masturbation and stopped cold a few seconds after that.
Desmond was huffing when he grabbed Chad's wrist. He brought the bull's meaty hand close to his lips and licked it clean. Chad said, "Aw, gross."
"I like lickin' up cum, sue me, ya' jock fuck," Desmond replied. They both enjoyed a little giggle at that. They relaxed where they were, Desmond resting on Chad. The bull's penis gradually softened again as he acknowledged that they were done. A few minutes into the cuddle, Desmond said, "Oh, I gotta go find Benny. Uh, my thief's in his game, ya' understand."
"Ne-e-e-rd," Chad said without much energy as Desmond got up. They dressed together and then Chad tossed the pillow back in its spot. "I guess I'll come with you."
"Why, ya' wanna wedgie all the dorks at once?"
Chad snickered. "Good idea." He leaned in and kissed Desmond. It was strange to taste semen on someone's lips. There was something else too. Was that the taste of his own penis? Chad was too burly for autofellatio, not that he hadn't tried. A secondhand taste would have to do.
"Yer a sweetie," Desmond purred, and smiled. A blush warmed his cheeks. "Aw, Benny's lucky. C'mon."
--Epilogue
"You see before you a pit. From it rises the cries of the damned, some begging you to join, others imploring you with what little sanity remains to stay far away. A rope bridge sways above the chasm, shifting on the thermal currents of the hellbound pit, but a far more winding and indirect path sprawls in the distance, at times vanishing into the fog of the valleys below. Will you attempt the bridge or-." Bento looked up when he saw Chad with Desmond. He smiled, then dipped his head back down. "Uh, will you attempt the bridge or will you take the winding path?"
Desmond quickly took a seat. Bento handed him a small stack of papers bound with shoelace. "Thanks fer holdin' onto this, Benny. A'ight, Jouls the Thief is ready fer some thievin'!"
Chad cringed. Can't believe he's a nerd, he's way too cool for it. He sat beside Bento, legs folded Indian-style. The Shiba Inu smooched him on the cheek and returned to guiding the game at hand for Desmond and three others. Two were kids Chad recognized from school, but the third was an adult bear with hair longer than Desmond's own considerable locks. Grown-ups play this crap too?
As the game went on, Chad started to enjoy the vivid descriptions Bento gave for the creatures and realms in his little world. A boy lacking in artistic pursuits, Chad had a jealous respect for those who could paint and write. By the time the session, albeit not the game was over, he wanted to be involved. But he said nothing. That was a subject to broach later in shameful privacy.
Bento saw off his friends but held onto their notes for them. All of them, Desmond included, wanted to join in on the party which would rage for hours into the dawn. The foxcoon smooched Bento, smooched Chad, and then left without a look back.
As he packed up the game into a plastic tub with a snap-on lid, Bento asked, "How did you like Desmond? He was giving you looks while we played."
"He's nice. Pretty. I like his accent."
The dog smiled. He snapped the lid shut then leaned into Chad. The room was small and relatively private, isolated from the rest of the party like the old weld shop Desmond and Chad had been in. This room was smaller and had once held drums full of oil. It still had the smell of fresh motor oil after all these years.
"I hope you had fun. He's fun to be around, but he can be a little... amorous," Bento chuckled.
Chad chuckled too. He had no idea what amorous meant but he could make deductions. He hugged Bento close, kissing his cheek. "Bento. Hey. I-, I wanna tell you something."
The dog smiled wanly as he hugged back. "Do you?"
The bull nodded. He was smiling, but it was a bashful smile. He looked away from Bento but still kept the bespectacled dog in his arms. "It's kinda hard to-..."
"I think I know what you want to say," Bento said quietly. Now Chad's eyes were on him, big and intense and full of more than just puppy love. "But let's not say it. Not here, not yet," the Shiba Inu said, smiling warmly.
Chad smiled. It was his awkward smile he wore when adult matters cropped up, a smile he wore more frequently as he transcended youth and became a young adult. "I think you're right," he said, but wasn't sure if he meant it or not. All he knew was Bento made him feel strange in a way that was more severe and meaningful than random boners and sweaty palms. But he was a smart dog. In fact, Chad knew nobody smarter than Bento, and Chad deferred to his wisdom.
"You're so sweet, Chad. I like being with you." Then Bento said nothing else. He leaned into Chad, laid across his lap, sighed and closed his eyes. And Chad gently petted his small body, thinking that Bento was a pretty boy too.
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