[b][u][center]The Seed Collector Part 6 For Roureem By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Aiden had honestly intended to use the app. He really, really had. He’d downloaded it, he’d gotten registered, he’d even paid the lowest-tier feet for a basic, non-free membership just so that he’d have a chance to get with someone. The app was supposed to be easy, something that he could use to get in touch with those nearby that were also on it, and hopefully find a ‘connection’ that would lead to something pleasurable for both of them. What the rat got was a reminder that technology was rarely so simple. He didn’t have a single female of any species in range once he logged on, and all he got were three dick pics before he logged out for the night. The rat almost succumbed to the whim of lying down and giving up for the evening, just staring at the ceiling until he fell asleep, until he remembered one of the other pamphlets that he’d picked up from the clinic. “Where did I put that thing…” Aiden grumbled as he forced himself out of bed, stumbling around until he saw the little white sheet of paper on his desk. He picked it up, turned it around, and rubbed his forehead as he read over it. It was a party at one of the local college’s fraternity houses tonight. For once, it was open to the public, a sort of community thing. Normally, they were closed to anyone that wasn’t part of the fraternity, but tonight – [i]Is that even a good idea? It’s not like I’m part of the group, and I don’t know what’s going on at the college, and –[/i] And somehow, he was still on the move. The white-furred rat barely realized that he was walking around while still contemplating the pamphlet until he stood at his front door, shoes on and his keys in his pocket. He blinked, looking at himself in the mirror. “…Am I really doing this?” It seemed, judging by the way that he had already collected everything that he needed, that he was. And now that he was at the door, he had to admit that actually getting out of the house and going down to a party – while not his first choice of distractions – was better than lying at home, jerking off, and going to bed. Even though the trip to the Midnight Ride yesterday had been less than ideal, it had, at least, gotten him out of the house, gotten him sucked off, and made him feel a little more like a person and less like a total shut-in. That was worth going for again. Nodding to himself, he walked out the door, locked it behind him, and began the short walk down to the campus. He stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets as he walked along, staring down the street and thinking. The app…hadn’t been bad, he had to admit. It wasn’t that he found the dick pics insulting, precisely – though they hadn’t been asked for – but more that he hadn’t even figured out whether he liked men that way yet. [i]I’m not gay.[/i] He wasn’t, that much he was sure of. However, that didn’t mean that he was straight, either. There was a lot of wiggle room between straight and gay, up, down, and sideways, and just because he still liked females didn’t mean that he didn’t like men. After all, it might have been a guy that sucked him off through the gloryhole. That hadn’t been that bad, and he didn’t regret getting that blowjob in the slightest…but… It was confusing, to say the least, and having multiple guys pushing him for some attention to their dicks without even a word to settle things first was more than he could take right off the bat. He needed a break from the app, and, well, maybe this party would be the best thing for him. It didn’t take long to reach the college grounds, and the frat house that was hosting the party was lit up like a landing strip. All the lights in every window were on, and people were hanging off the front-porch, some of them half-drunk or stoned, and others just slumped over in exhaustion. Aiden stepped up the porch, pamphlet in hand for anyone that asked, and just…looked around. It wasn’t that different to the club in that people were dressed fairly revealingly, but at least here, they weren’t [i]bouncing.[/i] There was none of that jiggle, jiggle, jiggle that had been next to impossible to ignore as the beat of the music kept people moving, and he didn’t feel quite the same urge to stare. It was still there, of course – with women that had their boobs half-displayed and quite a few tight pants on the porch and the front room, that was hard to avoid – but it wasn’t the same urge, not the same strength. He’d take that. As he looked around the room, seeing people in their early twenties at oldest, he looked for someone that he could at least talk to. He didn’t want to leave without getting at least a little action, but at the same time, he didn’t want to just start with sex with someone. If he could find someone that just had a little bit of similarity to him, that’d be a good ice-breaker. [i]Too young. Too pretty. Too book-ish. Too jock-ish.[/i] He flicked his eyes over one person and then another, and another, hoping for someone that looked at least a little less threatening than the others, but it was hard-going. There were so many people at the party, and all of them seemed to be either the sort of person that went to the gym all the time and had muscles to spare, or were total beanpoles and looked like they never left the library. He wasn’t smart enough for the second, and not strong enough for the first, so it was hard to feel right approaching any of them. Then, he saw a possibility. There was a gray rat at the far end of the living room looking down at his phone, ignoring the party as a whole but still looking…okay. A little more built than Aiden was used to talking to, and a little taller than he was, but at least the male was a fellow rat. That was something that would give them a starting point, at least. He wiggled his way through the other party-goers, folding his ears back to drown out the din around him as best he could. There were people tossing ping-pong balls all over the place, plopping them into drinks from across the room, and it was like a war zone at times. But eventually, he was able to reach the other rat. Leaning against the wall beside him, he looked down at his phone. Nothing there. Just a book being read, print too small to make out. He took a second look at the rat. Black t-shirt, black pants, a little bit of make-up on his face and through his fur. That combined with the piercing on one ear and the barely-visible nipple piercings through his shirt made him think ‘goth,’ but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure. Probably, though. “What do you want, fucker?” the other rat said as he opened his mouth. “…I was just looking for conversation.” “Not much for talking. Not unless you got something interesting to say.” “…I am a regular down at the cum clinic,” Aiden said. And his cheeks immediately turned bright red as the words left his mouth. He had hoped to come up with something better than [i]that[/i] as the ‘interesting thing about me’ statement that could start a conversation, but – Well, at least the other rat had stopped looking at his phone and finally looked up at him. The gray-furred rat cocked his head to the side. “Dr. Simon’s clinic?” “…Yeah. How’d you know?” “Lucky guess.” “Oh.” “Name’s Jeran,” the rat said, offering his hand. “Aiden.” They shook. Up close, he could see something else that he hadn’t noticed before. Jeran’s arms, while definitely bigger than his own, had the same sort of muscle ‘cut’ to them that he’d noticed he was getting with his own workouts. And if they were both going to the same doctor – “Is he giving you supplements, too?” he asked. “Heh, he’s still passing that around like candy. Yeah. Gets the job fucking done, though, doesn’t it?” There was no arguing that; the other rat was built like a brick house, big and thick, with strong muscles running down his chest and over his arms. Hell, his shirt looked like it was pulled too tight over him, like it had been bought when the rat had been a completely different size compared to his current one. It was…weird, to put it mildly, to see someone else so very…jacked. Particularly one of his own species. It was like looking at a mirror telling him his future if he kept down this path. [i]I wouldn’t mind having a body like that…I wouldn’t mind having muscles like that, either.[/i] “So, a regular, heh?” “Oh, um…yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I needed some money, and…well, he seemed to be…helpful.” “Yeah. That panther’s real ‘helpful.’ Least, with the people he likes.” “He said he likes me.” “You think that’s a good thing?” “I…really, really don’t know, anymore. It’s hard to think clearly when I go there.” “Heh, you got your head on straighter than most of his clients, that’s for fucking sure.” Most of his – Aiden blinked. Jeran chuckled, looking back down at his phone, as casual as you could ask, but Aiden couldn’t just let that go. Sputtering up a storm, he tried to find the words for his questions. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Should he be worried? What did Jeran know that he didn’t? There were a hundred things that he wanted to ask – “Take a fucking breath. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.” Aiden gasped, and it did him more good than he really thought it would. As he wheezed afterward, he shook his head, just trying to sort through everything. Jeran just kept flicking through his phone. “Look. Ain’t that complicated. We all know that Simon’s got something that he wants. He’s a perv, and we all know it. But the guy gets us off and gets us big, so…ain’t that big a deal, most of the time.” “But…but if he’s taking advantage of us –” “Ain’t that big a deal to get taken advantage of if you’re still getting what you want. More of just doing the guy a favor, then.” “But…but…” “Look. Do you like what he’s doing to you?” “…” “Do you?” That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Did he like what was happening to him? Did he like the bigger muscles, the stronger sex drive, the fact that he had a doctor that was interested in him, even if it was in a way that he wasn’t always comfortable with? What was it that he really wanted out of this, in the grand scheme of things? Why was he here? Why did he go to the clinic? What did he want out of life? Aiden opened his mouth – Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. “You got someone calling?” Jeran asked. “No, that’s…that’s something else,” Aiden muttered, pulling his phone from his pocket and blinking. “You’re kidding me…” “Something the matter?” “Uh…” It wasn’t so much that something [i]was[/i] the matter so much as it was something [i]could be[/i] the matter. It was the app he’d downloaded telling him that there was a potential match right there at the party, and while the update said ‘male,’ it also showed him that it clicked with a number of his other criteria: willing to sub, approved species, relaxed, willing to go slow, and more. It felt like a once in a lifetime chance, considering how the other messages from people on the app had gone. He looked up at the gray rat, blushing hard, and gestured at his phone. “Uh, I gotta…you know…I need to –” “Do what you gotta do.” “You sure?” “Heh, pretty sure that we’re going to see each other again, man. Same clinic, same idiot, same fucking meds.” Nodding, he waved at Jeran before disappearing into the crowd. He opened his phone properly, going to the app and pulling up the profile that it was beeping him with. It was an otter, one that looked fairly friendly…and familiar, for that matter. The face looked a bit surfer-dude-gym-bro, but that wasn’t a bad thing, necessarily. It helped a lot that the otter looked so friendly, and so open-hearted in the picture. Hell, he looked so fluffy that Aiden would have described him as genuinely cute, sexy or not. Flicking through his profile, he saw a lot of things that made him feel a little more comfortable. The guy was a switch, which made him feel safer right off the bat. Experienced, but not looking for virgins all the time. Kinks were summed up as ‘Whatever you’re comfortable with, I can make it work.’ All in all, it looked like someone that would be a good time, and a gentle one, too. [i]And an otter’s not that big, either, so…[/i] It was a thing to consider, at the very least. And he was considering very, very hard now that he had a moment to think about it. [i]Do I want this?[/i] It was a guy, but at the same time, he’d started making his peace with that. At the very least, he felt that he owed it to himself to experiment with a male before saying that he wasn’t interested. And if he was going to do that… [i]Okay, so…maybe I do…[/i] As he stared at the picture, he could feel a little urge down below. His balls hadn’t gotten the chance to get emptied earlier in the day – too busy dealing with the app before and getting more and more frustrated from it – but now… [i]Let’s do it.[/i] The otter – someone named Neil – wasn’t online at the moment, but he was in the area. Probably in the fraternity house for the phone to buzz him about it that hard. He looked around the room, but there were so many faces, so many people, that it was next to impossible to see anyone specifically. The whole room started to wash together, drowning out anything significant or distinct. [i]Gotta get a better look…[/i] He started circling the main room, and when he didn’t see the otter there, he worked his way through the rest of the open spaces of the frat house. He leaned around doorframes, he walked through the kitchen as if he was going to get himself a snack, and he even snuck around toward the bathroom to see if there were any long, sinuous tails waiting for him back there that he might have missed. There was nothing, nobody. Aiden was just about ready to give up when he heard footfalls from above him. There was an upstairs, of course. The white rat followed the sound to the stairwell, looked up – And there he was. Glancing at the phone for confirmation, he was sure. Neil might have been a bit…different than his photograph, but for all that the real otter was less cheek-fluffy, there was no doubt that it was him. [i]Still…holy crap…[/i] He was used to otters being small and tiny, little things that barely poked their head above rodents. Neil was at least six inches taller than him, thick and stocky, and while he had a little more ‘substance’ around the middle, he sure as hell wasn’t fat. That was pure muscle, as far as he could tell, thick and strong, and there was nothing but power behind that build as he walked down the stairs. When the otter turned to look at him, Aiden very nearly looked down and away. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had a hard-on that would have given him away as he turned around, he might have still done it. “Hey, you got any weed?” Neil asked, patting his pockets. “Someone said that there was a rat dealer here, and I haven’t seen anyone but you and Jeran so far, heh.” “Huh? Oh, no, I…I don’t use that,” he said. “Oh, man, sorry if I’m harshing your buzz, heh. Just a bit of fun sometimes, ya know?” “Yeah, um…Are you, uh, are you Neil?” “Yep, that’s me.” “Neil Smith?” “Yep.” “This Neil Smith?” he asked, turning the phone around to point to the profile on the app. “Oh, dude, you’re looking for something like that? Hey, I got some time; wanna come upstairs and have some fun?” Aiden was as flabbergasted as he could ever remember being. He’d expected even a hint of embarrassment, something to show that this was a little out of the ordinary, even just a blink of surprise. He would have settled for a moment of silence as the otter processed being asked that out of the blue. There was none of that. Instead, all he got was a kind invitation to come upstairs and have some fun. Nothing more, nothing less. He couldn’t speak, only nod, and he yelped as Neil took him by the hand and yanked him back up the stairs with him. His body felt like it was on autopilot as it followed the otter up, up, up the stairs, around the corner, and into one of the bedrooms. As soon as the door was closed, it was like a spell was lifted. Aiden shook his head. “Wait, wait, you’re just…okay with this? Do you do this –” “Dude, I put myself on the app so I could have some fun, heh. You think that I’m going to turn down some free ‘gasms if I get the chance to hang out with someone hot and sexy like you?” “I’m not –” “Whoa, whoa, dude, none of that negativity in the sex bubble, man, heh.” Neil shook his head, patting the rat on the shoulder as he walked over to the bed. “If I say yeah to someone, that means that I think they’re hot, man. Why you gotta go around and call me a liar?” “But…but…” “Man, you’re wound all tight. What’s up? What’s got you so freaked out?” “I…I…” Finally, it clicked. He [i]had[/i] seen this otter before. That slicked back hair, the way that he walked around with that much muscle, that much power: it was the same otter that he’d seen going into the clinic when he left with his pamphlets before. He finally had something that he could talk about. “You’re another patient of Dr. Simon’s?” “Oh, man, that’s a cool cat. Heh, don’t know if I’d call myself a patient, though. Man, he passed out some seriously good stuff with those shakes and his supps. But man, are you really a patient when you’re fucking your doctor?” “…You’re what?” “Well, fucking and getting fucked by, heh. He’s a hot cat, man. Think I’d say no?” Aiden’s head spun around as he tried to imagine the black panther fucking someone in the office. It was painfully easy to do; all he had to do was imagine the otter with his pants off, and he could imagine the panther behind him, ramming his dick under his tail. It was so…wait… “He’s fucking you…and you’re fucking him?” “Yeah, the doc’s a switch. Loves a fat cock up his ass sometimes, and hey, if he’s gonna be so chill and cool about it, ain’t bothered by changing it up from time to time.” “And he’s fine with you just…saying that?” Aiden asked. “You know, probably not, so, uh, forget I said that. Besides, you and me? We were gonna have some fun too, weren’t we? Oh, I get it, I get it, man. You’ve never been with another dude before, have ya?” “Is it…that obvious?” “Kinda, yeah. Bro, trust me, I’ll take care of you tonight. First times? Man, that’s something fucking special. You want to do something, we’ll do it. Lemme show you good it is with another guy.” It was almost impossible to believe that this was going as well as it was, and more to the point, that this otter was as nice as he was. Stupid, yes, but nice, and genuinely warm. It was hard not to feel drawn closer and closer to the big mustelid; it was just…pure overwhelming warmth, and acceptance, and… And he wanted to have fun. He really, really wanted to have some fun. His cock throbbed in his pants, and his balls churned away, reminding him that he needed a chance to really empty them before leaving the party. He [i]really[/i] needed to cum, and having someone else there…that would make it better. “I just…you know…” “Hey, man, first times are hard whether you’re gay, straight, bi, whatever the hell you are, heh. How about we get naked first? Just get that part outta the way, and then you can tell me what you wanna do, yeah?” “Yeah. That…that’d work…” It was better than just guessing whether he would be okay with doing anything more than touching the other guy. It was one thing to put his cock through a hole and have a theoretical man suck it; it was something else entirely to put it in the hole of someone that he could actually see. Even now, with all the kindness and playfulness that he was getting, he didn’t know if he could really keep a hard-on if he was looking down at man-ass. Not tonight. Not yet. Not without – [i]You want it…need it…take it…[/i] But as strong as that new set of instincts and that deep arousal was, he was still himself. He was still Aiden McFergus, a rat that had been beaten down for so long by Evelyn – and he was finally able to start realizing that – that he didn’t know how to take charge of anything. Hell, he wasn’t sure that he could. All he could do was keep pulling himself back up and hoping that he was getting better, that he knew what he wanted, and – “Sure,” he said, pushing his pants down before he could think too hard about it. As soon as he did, he felt a little embarrassed. Standing there with nothing on below the waist, showing off a seven-incher over a pair of very, very full balls, he felt like he was just putting on a show for an audience about to start laughing at him. It took everything he had to not just lunge for his pants and pull them back on. Instead, he just…he stood there, his hands balled at his sides, blushing like the sun. “Heh, not bad, man. Here, I’ll join you,” Neil said, standing up and – [i]Holy…[/i] He’d known that the otter was taller and stronger than him, but now that he saw what Neil had between his legs, he was so glad that he had waited to say what he wanted until he saw it. His seven-incher looked puny compared to the eleven-incher that the otter pulled from his pants, and he was so shocked to see it that he didn’t even move as Neil walked across the room to him. Before he knew it, their cocks were pressed together, and his came a full four inches under the other man’s shaft. His balls, bigger than they’d ever been, were perhaps two-thirds the size of what happened to be swinging between Neil’s legs. His average-ness was so much…less… “Were you…always this big?” he whispered. “Heh, you know, that’s the funniest thing. I can’t really remember. I [i]think[/i] I was, but all the pics I used to have before going to the doc are gone.” [i]Holy…[/i] “So, what do you think you’d like, ‘little man,’ heh?” Nudge, nudge. Their cocks kept pressing together, not helped by the fact that Neil already had a grip on the pair of them, keeping them close. The one thing that he could match the otter for was how much he was leaking, his cock oozing already despite his embarrassment and blush. He didn’t know if it would stay that way, but good lord, he was dripping. “Mmmph…” “Pretty sure you don’t want to take me under your tail, yeah?” “Mmm-mm.” “That’s fine, yeah. You wanna try me?” “…Not…not this time.” “Too much, too soon?” “Mmm-hmm,” he shivered, biting his lips as the otter’s hand started moving, holding them together and stroking so sensually slowly along their shafts. “I just…mmmph…this is…mmmph…” “Heh, how about we just do this? You’re enjoying this enough, yeah?” “Mmm-hmmm!” “Come on.” He let himself be led to the bed, sitting down, then lying down. Neil loomed over him, but he looked like such a big silly goof that he didn’t feel at all threatened by him. All he felt was…need. And that need grew stronger as the big guy held their cocks together. He didn’t even have to move; all he had to do was lie there, letting Neil slide forward, back, forward, back. All that pre-cum from their cocks gave them more lube than they’d ever need, and he gripped the sheets of the bed in a desperate clench. He huffed, shivering at the feeling of something so hot and firm, and yet, so soft and smooth, rubbing against him. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. His legs quivered as the otter knelt between them, gently nudging them apart with his thighs as he continued to grind and thrust away. Each little nudge, each stroke of their cocks together, was so oddly pleasurable. There was so little direct thrusting, so little direct pleasure, that he kept thinking that he’d end up frustrated, pissed off and just edging instead of getting close. Instead, there was something… Something so hot about having another man with him like this. And he could tell that Neil was utterly focused on his pleasure, playing with himself, sure, but always with an eye for what would get Aiden closer to orgasm. The big guy was just…studying him, playing with him, seeing – “Ah!” The next slow stroke-grind brought the other man’s cock right against the sensitive little spot just under the head of his own shaft. He bit his lips, huffing through clenched teeth as Neil kept grinding right into that little space. The heated, slippery tip of his cock, the slow grind along the rest of the shaft, the constant flow of pre: it all added up to push him right up to that edge. He stayed there, holding onto the bed for dear life, holding off that explosion for one, two, three seconds before – “NNGH!” Aiden came, and he came hard, arching his back from the bed and thrusting upward. Neil pulled back just a little, holding their cocks together and stroking them both, hard. The constant tugging forced the rat’s orgasm to extend, strengthening it, making him cum harder, harder, and harder still. His breath wheezed out just as Neil went over the edge, too, the big guy thrusting against his hand and shooting his load. Thick. White. Musky. And all over him. It took a second for Aiden to realize that he’d just been showered in another man’s cum, but while there was a moment of slight panic, he realized that…that he wasn’t as bothered as he expected to be. He wasn’t freaking out, and it…it was kind of nice. Kind of sexy. Kinda…sensual. Of course, that feeling died real quick. As soon as his need started fading, that dignity and embarrassment and everything else that had been shoved down from how horny he was started reasserting itself, and he sat up on the bed, biting his lips as he looked around – “You want a shower?” Neil asked, chuckling. “Um, if it’s not too much trouble.” “One right next door. You can probably get over there before anyone sees you, if you’re worried.” “But –” “Just head over and grab a shower; you’ll be fine. I’ll keep an eye out, bro.” “…Thanks.” “Heh, for the fun, or for the help?” “Yes.” As Neil chuckled, clearly enjoying his afterglow more than Aiden was, the white-furred rat dragged himself from the bed to the floor. It didn’t take long to find his various clothes, and he slid into most of them as best he could. Not his shirt, though; he knew that the instant that went on, he’d be drenching it with the otter’s cum. He’d go bare-chested to the bathroom and just be thankful that the white seed would blend in with his white fur. Darting out of the room and down the hall, he made it to the other room without issue. Nobody was in there, nobody stopped him. The party just kept rolling on, as if nobody realized – or even cared – that there was that much sex going on beneath the roof. It was so…so strange, still, so casual, but – [i]I kinda like it…[/i] He’d never thought that he would get to that point, but he had to admit, he kinda did like this level of casualness. Neil being so friendly and willing to get on with it, Jeran being just open about dealing with the whole cum-collection thing, and…just the whole environment. It felt very accepting of kink, and very patient with letting him figure it out as he went through it at his own pace. It was something that he hadn’t realized that he’d needed until it was right there in front of him. And yet… At the same time, it was impossible to not think about Simon. The panther’s claws were in multiple people here, possibly even some that he hadn’t talked to yet. Just what did the doc want from so many people? Why was he shoving supplements down everyone’s throats? What was he getting out of it? It was too big a mystery to solve while he was covered in cum and in a strange place. He’d figure it out later, when he was properly cleaned. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Aiden decides to try going to a party after the app doesn’t help him. He finds a few little clues in the process. Tags: M/M, Otter, Rat, Fraternity, Orgasm, Cum, Frotting, Size Difference, Musk, Pre-Cum, Embarrassment, Exploring Sexuality, Corruption,