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>>69816928
>It's a Monday afternoon and I find myself walking over to Jack's house again.
>Although this time the blue pushover isn't in tow.
>It's a bit a ways from Volcano High but apparently Jack enjoys the trek, keeps him in shape, he insists.
>I think his mom is just too preoccupied to bother driving him to school every morning.
>But the walk over gives me time to mull over a few things in my head before I arrive for what will be another 'session' with Jack. Those military fatigues he ordered should've arrived today and I won't lie, my rutting mind is aching to see him in them. Even got that brown undershirt apparently.
>More than the mental image of Jack as a barracks bunny in my head though, is just, Jack in general. Like, what even are we?
>When I asked him, he just scoffed and got defensive.
>"I'm your rutting… partner for the rest of ptero estrus season, dude. Just upholding my end of the bet, don't read into it. Besides, it's helping me with my football practice."
>But we've made our 'sessions' a pretty regular basis thing. Usually at his house when his mom and sister are away, a couple times at mine when Mom and Dad were out and Amber is busy with the gang.
>One time he even 'relieved' me in a bathroom stall at school when I got particularly pent-up. Didn't even ask him, he just found me gripping the sink and offered right then and there. Probably our riskiest session yet.
>And ever since our locker room soiree, Jack's started styling his hair differently. A bang hanging down and over one eye. He insists it isn't for me, just a coincidence.
>"Noma's been wanting to do my hair forever, apeboy." He had said, crossing his arms. "S-so I just asked her to do mine like she does hers."
>Hard to believe him when he can't even hide his blush.
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>It's a Monday afternoon and I find myself walking over to Jack's house again.
>Although this time the blue pushover isn't in tow.
>It's a bit a ways from Volcano High but apparently Jack enjoys the trek, keeps him in shape, he insists.
>I think his mom is just too preoccupied to bother driving him to school every morning.
>But the walk over gives me time to mull over a few things in my head before I arrive for what will be another 'session' with Jack. Those military fatigues he ordered should've arrived today and I won't lie, my rutting mind is aching to see him in them. Even got that brown undershirt apparently.
>More than the mental image of Jack as a barracks bunny in my head though, is just, Jack in general. Like, what even are we?
>When I asked him, he just scoffed and got defensive.
>"I'm your rutting… partner for the rest of ptero estrus season, dude. Just upholding my end of the bet, don't read into it. Besides, it's helping me with my football practice."
>But we've made our 'sessions' a pretty regular basis thing. Usually at his house when his mom and sister are away, a couple times at mine when Mom and Dad were out and Amber is busy with the gang.
>One time he even 'relieved' me in a bathroom stall at school when I got particularly pent-up. Didn't even ask him, he just found me gripping the sink and offered right then and there. Probably our riskiest session yet.
>And ever since our locker room soiree, Jack's started styling his hair differently. A bang hanging down and over one eye. He insists it isn't for me, just a coincidence.
>"Noma's been wanting to do my hair forever, apeboy." He had said, crossing his arms. "S-so I just asked her to do mine like she does hers."
>Hard to believe him when he can't even hide his blush.
cont.