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Every choice you make in life has its risks and its rewards, whether it's immediately obvious or not. For example, say you decide to spend all day watching cartoons. Sure, there's the gratification of watching the team of superheroes save the day in an entertaining fashion every twenty-two minutes. However, there is that possibility that you could remember a few hours into your marathon that the eight-page electrical engineering paper you've put off doing for the past week is due by midnight tonight. You know, the one that's worth ten percent of your grade? Well… my grade, actually. Yeah, that hypothetical situation wasn't as hypothetical as I wish it was.
I did finish it in time, though. Emailed it to the professor with five minutes still on the clock. Just wish I hadn't stayed up that late on a night before my early morning classes. I guess that's what I get for procrastinating, huh? The funny thing is, high school me never would've done this. That paper would've been done the day after it was assigned. Then again, I didn't have much of a social life to distract me. That was way before I ever met Perci and discovered… well, that's a story for another day.
Anyway, I'm in my bed, trying to fall asleep after that damn paper, but after staring at a computer screen for the past four hours, I'm too wired. Counting isn't helping. I can't listen to music because it'll wake my roommate. The dining halls are closed by now, so a midnight snack is out of the question. So in my infinite wisdom, I figure the only thing that'll help me sleep is jerking off. It'd be awkward if the roomie woke up and saw me shaking the seed-shooter five feet away from his face, so I headed for the bathroom, making sure not to trip on any scattered clothing the macaque left on the floor and slowly opening and shutting the door as I slipped out.
The lobby was dark, the only light being the nightlight the civet from the other dorm plugged in. However, as I walked towards the restroom, I caught a shining glimpse of something in my peripheral vision. It was the light’s reflection on the balcony’s glass door. Odd, usually the curtain is covering it. I took a step toward it, to close it, but with each step, something else about the balcony just… drew me in. For some reason, it reminded me of Perci. It felt like only yesterday when the black-coated canine showed me her knack for putting her body on display, with every eye in the room glued to her exposed body, not even attempting to cover herself. I didn't know what to make of it at first, but it was like a good TV show: the more I saw, the more I enjoyed it.
And I, the virgin freshmen who up until then felt nothing but uncertainty about sexuality, envied her in a way. I mean, how could I not? Who wouldn't want to be brazen enough to be unafraid of what others think of their body, to approach sex without fear or shame? As taboo as her exhibitionist tendencies were, I couldn't help but admire them. And they say you should try to be like those you admire.
A faint breeze wafted by me as I opened the sliding glass door. The moment my talons touched the cold concrete, my heart began beating a mile a minute. I was really out there in only my boxer-briefs, where anyone could see me. Sure, I wasn't technically indecent, but if you were walking around and saw a bird in only a pair of underpants, you wouldn't exactly consider it wholesome either. Luckily, the view from the balcony was mostly just the woods, so I didn't have to worry too much about onlookers. Still, I scanned the ground as best as I could in the darkness. No sign of life. I looked to my left and right to the adjoining balconies; empty. I could almost hear Perci whispering in my ear:
There's nobody around, Pat. This is the perfect opportunity. Don't be afraid to have a little fun. Come on, get rid of those undies and show the world what you're made of!
And that's exactly what I did.
My eyes were still darting around, as if I would find somebody who was watching the entire time. My breath was shaking like I was freezing. But it was nowhere close to cold, and I knew that because I could feel the outdoor wind across my entire body as I stood there, completely naked, with my only article of clothing lying on the ground around my feet. Sure, I could have pulled them back up… but I didn't want to.
I stepped out of them, instead. As if I was on auto-pilot, I picked up the garment, chucked them back into the suite, and closed the door behind me. Now I couldn't even cover myself if I was spotted. Every action I took made my mind run more frantically. At the same time, though, it also made loins swell greater until my manhood stood at full mast in the crisp, night air.
Again, one last time, I looked everywhere for anything; nothing. Perfect. I lowered a hand to my privates and did what came naturally to me. Touching myself was… you know how if you think you're dreaming, you're supposed to pinch yourself, and if it hurts you're not? It was like that. The sensation of how good my hand felt around my cock opened my eyes to how real this all was. Wanting more, I tightened my grasp and started stroking myself.
After a while, my knees were weak. I turned around and leaned back-first against the railing. The cold steel against my bare buttocks made me clench, but the icy touch only brought me closer to the edge. I was no longer thinking. I stopped caring about my surroundings. All that mattered in that moment was how hot my body was getting in the cool air and how my cock was seconds away from letting loose, which is probably why I never noticed the person watching from the balcony to my left.
"Oh hey, Pat!"
I shrieked as I jumped from shock. Words cannot describe the pure terror I felt knowing I was not only caught, but caught by somebody who recognized me. Instantly, I hunched over, covered my groin, and tried in vain to think of any possible explanation that could explain away that I was jerking off in public.
"Woah! Woah! Take it easy! Is that how you react when anyone says hello to you?"
Wait a sec. I recognized that voice.
"Andrew?" I asked, looking his way.
Sure enough, there was that white-furred goat all dressed up in his usual camo getup.
"Sup?" He answered nonchalantly.
"Oh, thank goodness."
See, we haven't interacted much, so I can't say I know him too well, but I do know that he's no stranger to Perci's outdoor antics. If anyone was going to let me off the hook for my shenanigans, it'd be him.
"Funny running into you here."
"Y-yeah," I stuttered, trying to continue the conversation while I still clutched at my staff and pearls. "I, uh… I thought you lived off-campus."
"Oh, I do. A friend just needed some help with studying for a political science test. He's out now getting us food from the dining hall and I was going to have a smoke," he said as he pulled his weed pipe from his pants before pocketing it again. "By the way, word of advice? You should cover your face, not your genitalia. People will recognize one more than the other."
"You're not going to tell anybody, are you?"
"Of course not. What kind of snitch do you think I am?"
"Just wanted to make sure," I sighed as I reached for the door, "I guess I should probably go back inside."
"You're not going to finish?"
I paused, "Finish… masturbating?"
"Well yeah. From the looks of it, you were pretty close. You don't want blue balls, do you?"
"You mean, like… out here? With you?"
"You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm just saying it's not my first time watching somebody get off in an unconventional location."
At that point, I'd never done anything with an audience before. Heck, looking back, I'm surprised I didn't just run back into the suite at the first sound of company. I opened my mouth to say 'no,' but then I thought, What would Perci do?
"You… really don't mind?"
"Not at all, dude. Stroke away."
I gulped, "If you say so."
Slowly, I removed my hands from my privates and posed them behind my back, giving Andrew a full view of my body. Despite my timidness, my manhood still stood firm and tall.
"So, uh… how do I look?"
"Not bad. I can see why Perci likes you so much."
"Really?"
"Oh, definitely. She likes guys with bright coats, or plumage in your case.”
“I’m not, like… too fat or anything.”
“Oh fuck that. That just means more for her to love. Also, I’m not really into guys, but let me just say, I haven’t seen a sausage that thick since Oktoberfest.”
I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Straight or no, the way he complimented my body had me dancing on air. With a little more confidence, I finally put a hand back around my member.
"I guess I should start the show, huh?" I quipped, scratching the back of my neck.
"Whenever you're ready, bird-butt."
Bird-butt. Only Perci calls me that. She must've told Andrew all about our little horizontal tango that night, and how those words got me even redder in the cheeks. That fucking tease. Well, if he wanted a show, I was going to damn well give him one. No more holding back.
I closed my eyes and got to work, pistoning my shaft while my other hand caressed my stomach, sinking into my feathers. I raised my tail and let the breeze dance along my underside. I even rolled my open hand around to grab a fistful of my own buttock. Moans that were normally stifled masturbating in the privacy of my own bedroom left my beak freely.
In my head, I focused on Andrew's eyes being on me. Being seen. Heard. The center of attention as I did what most would consider too depraved for the public eye. But why stop at one set of eyes? Why not two? Or eight? Or a hundred? Heck, why only eyes when smart phones and video cameras can gaze upon my brazenness as well? The crowd had formed, all rosy cheeked from the sight of my public shamelessness, but doing nothing to stop it. Each imaginary stare and camera only encouraged me as I inched closer to release.
That's right! Look at me, everyone! I'm not ashamed of myself. Why should I be? You're all as perverted as I am. None of you just want to admit it. You take this natural and beautiful act and call it crash and taboo. But even now, you all can't help but watch vicariously and become aroused. Don't deny it, embrace it. Look at me. Look at me!
LOOK AT ME!
And like that, I had reached my breaking point. Quickly, I grabbed onto the railing and turned to face the balcony's scenic vista as I clenched my eyes shut and climaxed into the night air.
"Aaaaaaugh!" I moaned as the first stream of white jettisoned from my body.
My knees went weak, but with a firm on both the guardrail and my shaft, I continued to milk myself as each new wave of jizz leaked from me until nothing but a solitary droplet hung from my tip. Still riding the high, I could only stand there and bask in the afterglow as I slowly regained my composure. It was then that I noticed the sound of a single pair of hands clapping coming from next to me.
"Bravissimo," Andrew deadpanned. "Five stars. Critics everywhere are raving. 'A smash hit' says the New York Times."
"Pfffffft!"
"Seriously though. You did put on one hell of a show. Like I said, Perci would've loved this."
"Hehe, thanks," I blushed.
"A shame she wasn't here to enjoy it, though. Yo, would you be okay with me telling her about tonight?"
I shrugged, "I guess there's no harm in it."
"Thanks, man! I'll be honest, I was half-tempted to take a picture for her, but I didn't think you'd be cool with that."
"Maybe next time.”
"Oh, there's gonna be a next time, huh?"
Damn my absentmindedness.
"I'm gonna go inside now," I averred.
Andrew pulled out his pipe again. "Sure you don't want to stay out a bit longer?"
"Nah, I got morning classes."
"Ah well. G'night, Pat!"
"Night."
And with that, I stepped back into my suite as Andrew stuffed his pipe. I slipped into the bathroom to relieve myself and wash up. I also grabbed my boxer-briefs and put them back on before anybody else saw my bare ass.
As I got back into bed, I couldn't help but ponder on what Andrew had said:
Oh, there's gonna be a next time, huh?
Did I really want that? I mean, I did just have one of the best orgasms I've ever had, but was it worth the risk? What are the chances I'll get caught a second time? When you think about it, I've been caught a hundred percent of the times I've done sneaky outdoor stuff, and I don't particularly like those odds. How many other students are there on campus that would let something like that slide? Probably not a lot.
Maybe I shouldn't make a habit out of it, I reflected.
It was then, however, a notification pinged on my phone. It was from Perci:
Andrew told me abt the balcony FUKKIN HOTTEST THING EVER shouldve invited me birdbutt[/b]
Despite her disregard for spelling and punctuation, a small grin crept up onto my beak as I read it. I resolved to text her back in the morning as I laid my phone down and flung my head onto my pillow. Drifting off, I had one final musing before I fell into slumber.
Maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea to try it again… if Perci was there.