[center][b]Trading Favors[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]



The college gymnasium was an older building, in the dated combination of tile, thin carpet, and the scent of over-chlorinated pool water familiar to any who frequent such structures. And it was creepy as [i]hell[/i] at night. Total slasher film fodder. 

Some bored theater majors had actually shot one here, once upon a time; the tapes still circulated from the university library. Campus rumor said they got an A+ for the impromptu work and a black mark for faux bloodstains on the upstairs corridor walls. 

Despite the ambiance, some students still braved the gym after dark. Open 24/7, it attracted those students with nocturnal tendencies or full daytime schedules and a need for physical activity, as well as the shy… And a few in search of privacy.

Tonight that last category included a large black-furred bull and rather smaller brown rat.

“Hey, you ready yet?” Asked the larger fur impatiently, toweling at his blunted horns. Ben had taken the opportunity to lift some weights before the arrival of his acquaintance (‘friend’ was too strong a word) and showered at the insistence of the rat.

“I was ready for my part the moment I walked in, beefhead. You’re the one who got all sweaty and gross.” Retorted Chadwick. Rodent and proud of it, he came only partway up the bull’s chest if they stood together. Sitting on the locker room bench he was eye-level with the towel wrapped around the bovine waist. “[i]You[/i] didn’t forget to get ready for your side, did you?”

“Errg. No.” Ben shifted his weight from one hoof to the other uncomfortably as he finished toweling off. He’d only stopped for the shower in the first place at Chad’s insistence, the little weirdo.

“Good.” The rat sniffed. He pulled his green polo shirt off over his head. Slim chest on display, he stood to pick out an empty locker. “Then pick us a dry shower stall and let’s get this over with. I saw that bat kid on the way in.”

With a snort, the bull sauntered over to one of the unused showers, checking for puddles. When they’d made their deal, he never would have guessed Chad would be such a freak about trivial shit. Why did he even care about some sweat or a little water when he was here for… [i]that[/i].

It had all started during a party. The sort of dumb, pointless party you didn’t even go to except for the booze or to let off steam after too many brain-burner exams. Not even any unattached hot chicks. There were one or two unattached hot dudes, but Ben wasn’t really ready to go there. Not that publicly, not for a guy he was pretty sure was totally straight.

As that night wore on, more and more of the attendees wandered away from the dwindling beer supply or sank into alcohol-augmented somnolence. Ben found himself chatting with Chad, bitching about classes and the frustrations of college life. Both were still conscious, if rather mellow, well past the point when they were functionally alone- The bull hadn’t pushed himself to drink enough to overcome his size, and the rat’s metabolism was truly frightening in its efficiency.

Eventually (Ben couldn’t remember how), the conversation had circled around to sex. And kinks, the ones they wouldn’t have admitted to sober. Incredibly, somehow, they had made a deal: Chad would do what Ben had always dreamed of, and in return Ben would facilitate Chad’s desires.

If only either of them liked what the other was into, it could’ve turned into a first date right there.

Satisfied with the stall, Ben pulled off the towel wrapped around him, and threw it to hang over the stall door with a slap of wet fabric. He’d just try not to think about his part of the bargain until after he got his rocks off. That had worked out for him pretty well so far.

“Hey, any chance I can I go first this time?” Chad asked, slipping into the large handicapped stall behind him.

“Fuck no. I want to enjoy myself.” Ben answered with annoyance, moving to the side to give the slim rat more room.

“Whatever. Just gives me a chance to cover the taste, I guess. Sitting or lying down?” 

“Flat on your back, my legs are tired.” The bull stretched idly as Chad arranged himself face up on the floor. Now nude- the rodent must have dropped his clothes in a locker- he got his first good look at the rat’s body for the night.

His build was nothing special- no bulky biceps, washboard abs, or bubble butt here. His fur was a flat dark brown except for his pink extremities. Not that he was bad-looking; Chad’s proportions were fine and if nothing else he was very expressive. He just didn’t stand out much from physique alone, except for maybe a thicker than average tail.

His face made a perfect seat.

The squeak Chad made as Ben’s ass descended on him from above was [i]complete[/i] stereotype fodder, but damn cute. He always made that squeak, every time, every week for the past month they’d been doing this. It was almost as hot as the way his pointy nose was digging into the spot between the bull’s tail and his asshole. 

“Get to work, I wanna feel your tongue.” He commanded, knowing what would come next. 

Underneath, Chad was feeling claustrophobic. The still-damp fur of Ben’s rear cheeks sandwiched his face, pressing in, and every breath he took was filtered through the wet bull smell. Only barely better than sweaty bull, in his opinion. Unable to stop himself, he reached up to try to push the larger mammal off with his arms.

Totally futile, with how much Ben outweighed him. But he couldn’t help it, something about this situation always made him need to struggle, to try to get out from under even if he had agreed to it. And it was easy to make a deal, but when that wet ass was pressed up against his lips it was different.

“You’re gonna do this again?” Ben’s rumbling voice reverberated down into him, muffled by the asscheeks embracing his head. “Come on, man, this is like the fifth time. A deal’s a deal, fuckin’ eat me out or you ain’t getting your end either.”

The rat grunted something vaguely affirmative, and set to work forcing through the disgust. Gingerly he pressed his tongue out past his teeth, the flavor of salty butt radiating from the tip of his taster. Clearly the damn bull hadn’t cleaned back here as well as he ought to if Chad could still taste the workout, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to back out and have to start again.

Instead he held his reward for the gross ‘meal’ at the front of his mind and used it to urge himself onward, lapping around the puckered ring that bore down on him with most of the jock’s weight. He tried to make the saltiness the saltiness [i]he[/i] wanted instead of the damp animal taste of exertion.

“Mmmm, yeah. That’s better.” Ben encouraged from where he was seated up above with his knees on the ground to frame the rodent underneath. Chad was still squirming down there, twisting slowly at the spine and pushing with his arms periodically, but the rat wasn’t actually yelling at him like the first time. 

He enjoyed the wet caresses of the slick tongue lapping over his ring with his tail lashing behind him, savoring it. The bull was starting to stiffen up from his half-chub toward a full erection, absolutely loving it even as he watched the rat’s legs halfheartedly push once or twice against the ground in some sort of reflex escape attempt. Chad’s totally flaccid dick flopped with the motion, not hard at all.

“Don’t know why you agreed to this if you hate it so damn much.” Ben mused with a chuckle, laughing again at the muted grunt that could have been a hearty ‘fuck you’. It made his cock twitch a little harder with the feel of the curse against his backside. “Why don’t you get in there a little deeper, mousy? Got a nice little rathole for you to delve into there.”

Ben knew why of course, and Chad [i]knew[/i] he knew, the bastard. One to use any tool that came to hand he let his annoyance push him onward instead of back, and pushed the tip of his tongue against the center of that despised sphincter. 

The asshole was tightening up to spite him, make him press in with as much force as he could until just as expected the bulls ring loosened abruptly just to make his tongue slide into the greedy ring all of the way at once. He ignored the moan his penetration got, wiggling around in circles and trying to ignore the taste of ass enveloping him.

Having the time of his life, Ben fondled at his balls before tracing up to give his now totally hard erection a quick pump. He didn’t know anything better than the feel of a tongue forcing its way up into his back passage. Probably the bull could have reached his peak just from that with enough time, but so far he’d always been too turned on by the experience to keep his hands off his big shaft.

“Yeah, that’s the stuff…” Voicing his dreamy bliss to the otherwise empty stall, stroking fast and hard now in a way that bounced his balls off the rat’s chin. 

Taking that as a sign that he might be able to end this faster Chad redoubled his efforts. He strained to push his tongue in as deep as he could, feeling the pull in the floor of his mouth. The faster he could push Ben over the edge, the better. At least the bull’s ass was as clean as ever on the inside, however he managed that. Didn’t help the meaty animal taste he was taking in by the barrel, but it was something.

The muscles gripping his tongue tightened and seized hard as the bull on top of him came. Still bouncing his nuts off Chad’s chin he kept his hand moving furiously and tried to keep his bellow down to something that wouldn’t be heard for blocks, spewing streak after streak of white bull-cum over the rodent’s brown fur.

Ben eventually came down from his orgasmic high enough to notice that the jizz-painted rat under him had stopped licking. Chad had added conscious effort to his struggle for freedom now that he knew the deed was done, and the torrent of suppressed complaints that penetrated through the meat of Ben’s cheeks sounded rather annoyed. Just for that, he gave it an extra few seconds before rising up to his feet.

“Damn good as always. Taste good?” Ben asked the spluttering rat mildly. He reached over for his towel to wipe off the one gobbet of his semen that hadn’t shot out hard enough to clear his hand entirely.

“Like ass. Aw man, you jizzed all over me.” Chad inspected himself. He was covered all over with smears of sticky pleasure, some of it even on his own balls.

“Call it a compliment. I’ll see you later then.” The object of his ire chuckled as he turned the latch on the stall door, opening the way, but was interrupted by the sudden grip on his other wrist. Looking back the rat had moved like lightning to grab him before he could leave.

“Oh no you don’t.” Chastised Chad. “You don’t get to skip out on your half of the deal.”

Ben felt his cheeks warm a little. He hadn’t meant to flake out… more than a little. Even if he had been trying not to think about it any more than he absolutely had to. His response still came out as a whine even to his own ears. “Come on, can we do that later? It’s been a long day and-“

“Screw that. I shoved my tongue into your nasty ass, you owe me, and you’re gonna pay up right now.” His sharp tone brooked no argument whatsoever. When the bull nodded reluctantly, Chad released his iron grip on the wrist he’d taken hostage to step back over toward the wall under the showerhead. 

Ben followed hesitantly as his partner arranged himself seated against the wall. “I’m not getting inside your mouth though.”

“After how I get in you I think I deserve it.” Chad needled. If anything he got even more reproving even as he relented. “But today you can give me a head start on rinsing off your mess.”

The bull gulped. Taking hold of his softened cock he tried to thing of, well, anything other than the rat looking up at him expectantly. He hated this part, he really did.

A deal was a deal though. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, pretend he was totally alone, think of waterfalls and rain and garden hoses…

After long enough that Chad was almost ready to try yelling at the muscular bovine for trying to back out, he was finally rewarded with what he wanted. The first drops of a yellow stream fell from the thick tip of the bull’s endowment, splattering over his chest fur warmly in a golden cascade.

If his groan of bliss broke Ben’s concentration, and thus the stream of piss, for a moment Chad really couldn’t care less. [i]This[/i] was what he put up with his friend’s nasty asshole for, the hot musky smell of the urine flowing over him. It trickled down his ribcage and over his belly, the stream curling past his navel and forking over the base of his rapidly hardening prick to soak the fur of his balls.

Ben desperately tried to hold the mental image of solitude against the rat’s pleasured shudders, eyes still closed. His success was severely limited, but he did manage to keep up the flow. It seemed to drag on endlessly for both men (albeit for wildly different reasons), until it finally trickled away to nothing, the last few drops flicked off the tip from habitual motion by the bullish jock.

With the end of the stream came the end of the splattering impact against the rat’s chest. No longer covered by that fluid noise the pleasured little moans and exhalations made by Chad himself seemed incredibly loud, boring into Ben’s ears to add to his discomfort. Timidly, he cracked one eye. 

The soaked rodent gazed up at him through eyes heavy-lidded with ecstasy, one hand pumping at his rat-cock. His other hand rubbed feverishly over his damp chest to work bull-piss and bull-cum even deeper into his fur. Every breath carried another husky murmur of pleasure as he basked in the warmth and scent.

“You have a hell of a bladder on you, big guy.” Chad said dreamily, lost in the fog of arousal and raunch.

“…Ugh. Yeah, just what I always considered my sexiest feature.” Ben rolled his eyes as he turned back to grab his towel.

“Hey, next time maybe you could aim at my prick? I bet that would feel great…” This was gasped out between the rapid breaths the rat took through the piss-stained hand he was now pressing to his face.

“Maybe.” Ben’s answer was more a ‘hell no’ pronounced differently.

“Heck, you can even fuck my ass if you promise to fill me up reallll good afterward. Or b- oooh, before. Before sounds great- ah-”

The bull pulled the stall door closed behind him roughly, ignoring the throaty moan Chad let loose at his own suggestion. “See you later, freak.”

“S-sure thing, fag.”

An explosive little squeak followed Ben out of the locker room as the rat blew his load all over his own chest, shuddering and falling over into the puddle of bull urine he was sitting in to roll around in it. He lay in the liquid of his desire for a long minute, reveling in the afterglow.

“…Damn.” Chad realized he’d missed a chance to rinse the taste of butt out of his mouth. 

[i]Oh well[/i], he thought as he flipped over onto his back, rolled into a kind of sit-up, and prepared to relax his own bladder control. [i]I can take care of that myself.[/i]



[center]The End[/center]