Never So Simple
"Heh, easiest money I've ever made." This was the only thing that the mouse said, even as he looked up at the building. In bright, almost derogatory rainbow letters, the sign portrayed this one building as the ‘Gayest club ever to exist'. His task was laughably easy, and he was going to earn a quick twenty bucks just for shelling out five. Fifteen dollars of easy profit, and it was practically in his pocket already...
But one should take the time to focus on just why this individual happened to come here, and why he was looking at the building with such ease and the front door like a portal to worlds unseen by him... for now. His name was Jerry, or entry number five to his frat house, Sigma Sigma Theta. He wasn't much to look at, though he was at least easy on the eyes. An even five and a half feet tall, with about 120 pounds to his frame, he was lean and well-muscled. Easily attractive to both sexes and quickly coming on that age of real maturity, the ripe age of nineteen. His short hair was almost always feathered back in sharp spikes, even if it made his ears seem all the more ridiculously large by comparison.
The task that they had given him for his freshman hazing was to tape his encounter in this club, and play it at the next hazing. His entry or denial practically hinged on this, even if his father had been in the house before him. But to this mouse, this was the easiest thing to ever have come his way. Get a lap dance from a... a fag and not get turned on by it? Why, he could do that in his sleep!
And so he pushed open that portal and was almost instantly confronted by the bouncer, an admirably large tiger with leather on places that most would dread having. The tiger leaned down, took one look at his shirt and just smirked. "Sending us another this year? This makes five entrants to Sigma Sigma Theta... ah well, you're cute, and I doubt you'll raise trouble." The tiger gave a knowing wink, almost as if he was in on some grand practical joke being played that the brothers had decided not to tell him.
He was ushered in, right past a sign that declared ‘Under 21, no one drinks, Under 19, no one smokes, and under 18, we'll catch you soon.' It was a pretty good warning he had to admit, even as he came into the bar area proper and looked around. It was just as he'd always predicted, males grinding on stripper poles, strangers dancing with strangers, and he was sure that the disk jockey was busy getting head under his turntables. It was turning so easy for him, that he was sure he'd be out of here in five minutes, maybe ten tops. The mouse ran his fingers through his hair slowly and walked up to the bar, trying to play his part well and just blend in with the crowd.
The rodent settled easily enough onto a seat in front of the big stage, and settled into waiting to be approached by one of the strippers. It didn't take all that long before the biggest gay stereotype at all came walking towards him.
Tight leather hugged his groin, cupping what by all accounts should be called a sizable bulge, piercings darted through his long ears, each colored differently, from red to purple, in a crude facsimile of a rainbow along both ears. A tight, perfect vest hugged his chest, lean and strong, while underneath a boi toi harness pulled that vest in tight. The mouse finally found himself looking into this creature's face, and almost wasn't surprised to find a rabbit staring back at him. His fur was as white as the cum the critter probably drank just for kicks, and his short muzzle looked even just at a moment's notice like it had seen a lot of practice over the years. And judging from the way he walked, so had the rabbit's nether regions.
"Mmm... you don't look bad at all, handsome... you practically look sweet enough to gobble right up!" The bunny's voice was high, no lisp in it at all, but it practically dripped with femininity. It was almost gut-wrenching how sweetly his words were sugar-coated, the mouse could practically taste the honey in each word that passed his ears. The mouse gave as warm a smile as he could as the rabbit continued. "Men your age come in here for one of two reasons, and I'm gonna bet it's the second judging by how you sit."
Jerry gave a short, sharp laugh at that and just grinned at the lapine. "Oh, and what age might I be, and what're the two reasons?" He may not have played it so, but he was interested in just how accurately the rabbit had summed him up.
"Well, you're not really looking around at all these hot pieces of man-flesh, but you don't seem to be in a hurry to leave. You didn't go to the bar and grab something from the bartender, so you must be underage, but you're still old enough to be here. So, you're probably just a nineteen or twenty year old kid, and you're here because of some college dare." The rabbit gave a sharp nod as he finished, resting a paw on a leather-covered hip, giving a grin and showing his short, but prominent buck teeth.
The mouse felt his jaw drop, but he quickly recovered, looking into the rabbit's eyes. "Well, it's not really a college dare, so much as a frat initiation... but accurate all the same." Jerry found himself giving the bunny a quick once over. "But, you don't seem to be much older than me for being a kid... so since you have me all figured out, why don't you talk some about you?"
The rabbit's eyes glimmered upon hearing that he got it right and just smiled down, putting a paw to his snowy chin. "Well, my name's Mason, I'm twenty-three years old next month and I've been working at this club for around... I'd have to say two years. Not much else to say, except..." He leaned in close and grinned, practically touching noses with his fellow rodent. "How about you ask what you came here to do? I should get to my real customers."
Another quick, sharp laugh from Jerry and he closed the rest of that gap, bumping noses with the lapine. "I'll give you five dollars for a private lap dance. Ten minutes, I'm in and out of that room and we probably never see each other again. Sound like a fair deal?"
Mason pulled back and let his eyes rove over the mouse and licked his lips before saying coolly, "Make it a dollar for each of those minutes, and you have a deal. You walk out, never come back, and I get the pleasure of teasing a straight man with my charms." He crooked a white finger at the mouse and started walking off. Jerry took the hint and followed along easily enough, a smirk plastered on his face.
It may have been down to just ten dollars profit, but hey, you had to break some eggs to win a bet. And he was intent on winning this even if it meant paying extra, because he was going to get into the fraternity even if it meant people questioning him for a long time to come.
The rabbit opened the door and walked in, leaving it open for Jerry to follow. The door closed as soon as the mouse's tail was past that portal, and almost instantly he was trapped with the strong scent of over-powering masculine smells and that pungent smell of sex. He found the chair with ease and sat down, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a crisp, new ten dollar bill. Money changed hands and then it was under way before another word could pass between them both.
Mason was on the mouse's lap as quickly as possible, their covered flesh grinding against each other with each little motion as the rabbit moaned softly, his ice blue eyes closing as he worked. Jerry just sat back and watched, his tail twitching this way and that as he watched the rabbit do his thing. Somewhere in the mouse's mind, he had to admit that he admired the rabbit for doing this with seemingly no fear of his personal safety. He was a master of his craft, his supple form moving this way and that as the rabbit ground against him like a woman in heat would. The mouse's eyes stayed fixed on the rabbit, even as he felt that little cotton ball of a tail brushing over the front of his pants... it was a pleasant experience, it was zen-like in a way... even now Jerry felt his mind slipping, slipping...
"Hey, mousey... you're getting hard..." Jerry's eyes shot open at that. He'd not even noticed the erection he was starting to sport until the rabbit's tush pushed down on it with no ceremony. Jerry panicked, tossing the rabbit off of him and onto the bed and dashing out like a madman, his eyes wild as he ran and ran away from that room. The picture of the rabbit atop him was starting to burn into his retinas, every time he blinked he would see the bunny's face. Taunting him, teasing him, making him feel insecure.
Door. Safety. Shut it. Hide. Dark. Safe. Primal instincts welled up in the mouse, hiding from what he feared and what he feared was seeming all to real as he sat down in the dark of wherever he was, his eyes looking at the door that he'd hidden behind. He looked down at his pants and cursed himself, his paws flying to that accursed erection and gripping it through his jeans, as if he could choke the life right out of it.
And then the tears came. Hot, salty tears as he broke down and sobbed, curling up defeatedly in this... wherever it was in this god-forsaken club... why had he gone through with this? The promise of frathood and maybe twenty bucks? And now he was questioning everything he had ever done, everything he had ever stood for in his life. Girlfriends seemed to melt away, becoming just good friends that he'd treated to dates... not once had he ever bedded one, despite his claims. No, he'd used a fleshlight for his first time and even then, it had been a terrible affair, locked away in his room for two hours.
No, no, no! He couldn't be gay! Or bi, or whatever the hell it was! He was straight, he was sure of it! And yet even now he felt even that cold assurance slipping away, leaving him broken down and slumped on his side... maybe there was something in here, something that would help take him away from it. He felt around, and his fingers closed around the neck of a bottle. He fumbled for the lid and pulled it off, smelling the alcohol roiling off of it. He drank of it deeply, the hot burn of liver killing alcohol providing a slim comfort as he kept drinking, even as his tears slowly trickled down his face.
Light. Someone had opened the door. He didn't care who it was as he looked up through bleary eyes, hoping they'd just toss him out on his ass with no ceremony and leave him to rot. He didn't expect the paw taking the bottle gently away from him and closing it again, before helping him to his feet even as the alcohol took away his judgement. He leaned on them and sobbed, burying his head into their shoulder as a calm paw patted his back. Slowly, his befuddled mind started making sense of the picture his eyes were giving him, and he jerked back from the white rabbit.
"Y... you...get the hell away from me, f... f... fag! I... I don't want to see you!" He turned and slumped back against the wall as the white rabbit just sighed softly and pulled him to his feet again, gently stroking his stomach.
"Shh. You're drunk, you're confused, and you're probably beating yourself up inside. Trust me, my first realization wasn't precisely a picnic either." The rabbit slowly started to lead him down the hall that he'd blindly run down, the mouse's vision picking up several concerned faces, each of them looking worried for the mouse.
The mouse heard with some part of his dulled senses a door closing behind him, and felt a warm bed underneath him. He just stared at the ceiling as tears slowly left tracks through his grey face fur, seeing the white rabbit sit on the edge of the bed out of the corner of his mind. Silence pervaded the room as the mouse felt that error of drinking something so strong starting to catch up to him. A bucket was handed silently to him, which he expelled the contents of his stomach into with heaving gags, sobs breaking the flow of sharp vomit as he cried.
Finally, the rabbit broke the silence, his words coming from behind pursed lips. "I... didn't mean to weird you out... or even throw you for a loop like this. It was just to tease... but it's not the first time this has happened, least in my experience. Most people come here with no thought other than to tease us with their money, telling us they'll fuck us and then leaving us high and dry with nothing but a sneer. So, we've gotten used to it, and when I felt you getting hard... I couldn't help but throw that in your face. It was too perfect."
"S... so you're saying... I'm a faggot. A damned, dirty faggot..." The mouse uttered, like it was his death knell. "Guess I better buy fishnets and leather, and start going down on random fucking guys..." The rabbit winced a little at that and grabbed the mouse's ear and pinched it.
"Hey. You shut up. There's nothing wrong with being gay, nothing wrong with getting turned on to the sight of a hot guy. In fact, you'd be surprised how many people at your college might be gay, and not in the Out and About clubs. You are perfectly normal, you're just attracted to guys."
"I... I can't be... I had girlfriends... I had... I had girlfriends..." Another retch as the mouse vacated that alcoholic poison from his stomach. "I... I... I... I m... may not have had sex... or even kissed them... b... but... but I had girlfriends!" He pounded his fist into the bed with a loud cry of frustration, but it just came out as a feral squeak. He was feeling so tired, so tired of hearing this rabbit talk, and yet... there was wisdom brought from strife in his words...
"Ah, I see... and have you ever masturbated to girls? Thought about them while jacking one out? What about porn? What did you focus on when you saw guys pounding those slutty girls. Did you see the women, or the men?" Mason's words were calm, collected, and respectful, even as he threw into question the mouse's personal life.
"I... I..." And it really hit the mouse right there... every sign had existed, and he'd ignored them because of how he was raised. He sighed out and pressed his face into the bed, letting the next part be muffled. "I... I looked at the men... I... I looked at the men. I'm gay... and I never realized it..."
Mason nodded slowly and stroked over the back of Jerry's head, smiling softly. "Now that we have acceptance, it's time to face it... you're gay, mousey. I... Heh, I realized I never got your name." The rabbit grinned almost stupidly, his soft fingers working over the rodent's tense neck muscles.
"M... my name is Jerry... it... it's good to meet you... I guess. And it's good to meet my... myself, f... finally. After nineteen years... I finally listen to my body and my mind." Both shared a weak chuckle at that and they smiled at each other.
A knock at the door broke their focus and the bouncer from earlier poked his head in. "Mason did you... ah, you did find him..." The tiger looked down at the mouse with worry in his eyes. "Is... is he all right? He ran outta here earlier like a banshee, and I heard he ran into the drink storeroom..."
Mason gave a nod. "He's fine, Pence. But, can you get him a bottled water? He decided to get drunk in the dark before I got to him and well..." He jerked his head towards the vomit bucket, splattered with the stuff. The tiger just nodded and popped his head back out, off to go get the poor mouse some water.
"How did you find out, Mason? Was it this hard, did it crush your world and everything you knew in one go? Or was it easy?" Jerry muttered, his dull brown eyes looking up at the white rabbit with a weak look in his eyes.
Mason felt his lips tighten as he nodded slowly. "I... kinda knew for a long part of my life... I used to play dress-up, play with barbies... you know. The usual profile of a gay guy before his teenage years. But... when I really came to that realization... it was like I'd been hit by a semi-truck and I'd gone through massive surgery. Everything felt so alien, and so... so... out of focus." He gave a powerful sigh. "I even got kicked out of my house after I came out... luckily, I had a dorm room to go to, but it still hurt."
Jerry gave a short nod as the door opened. The tiger silently brought in the bottle of water, gave it to the mouse, then left with nothing more than a sympathetic glance towards Jerry. Both sat there as Jerry started washing his mouth out with the water, drinking it down quickly before he set the empty bottle down. The mouse was silent for a few seconds before he sighed out. "I dunno if I can even go back to the frat house now..." He pulled the digital recorder from his pocket and tossed it to the side, the clatter echoing in the room.
Mason gently rolled the mouse over and started rubbing over his chest, slowly and soothingly, even as Jerry lay his head back, chirring softly to himself, a little sigh of content coming from the mouse. "You feeling better, Jerry? I know this has probably been rough on you..." The mouse nodded a bit and cuddled up against the rabbit's side, giving him a quick, hesitant nuzzle.
"Y... yeah. I'm doing better... sorry I went batshit earlier." The mouse gave a weak little chuckle and slowly sat up, giving another weak nuzzle to the rabbit's arm. Mason smiled and put a steadying paw on the inebriated mouse and nodded.
"Hey, it's all right, just don't feel bad about it. Look..." The rabbit pulled the ten dollar bill from earlier and put it in the mouse's pocket. "Here's your money back, I have no right to charge you for something that barely even happened. Besides, you really are kinda cute..." The rabbit blushed a bit as he let those words spill from his mouth.
The mouse couldn't help but blush as well, even if he was still uncertain... but the thought that the rabbit was calling him cute was pleasing in a way. It made him feel good about himself, even after that terrible streak. He was calming down, and calming quickly... somewhere in his mind, he was even finding the bunny attractive. And then the unthinkable happened. Jerry tilted Mason's head to the side just a bit and pressed in close, kissing him full on the lips.
Mason gasped a bit, but held still, letting the mouse do what he wanted as their lips met. The snow white hare could practically taste the alcohol on the mouse's breath, but even that was cute to him, even as the mouse's fingers gently tugged on the harness strapped to his chest. The rabbit's mind worked with all the implications of this, but he quickly drove that out of his head. The mouse, even if he was drunk, was exploring his sexuality... and the rabbit remembered the first time too. It would be awkward if the rabbit pushed him away... and to be honest he was enjoying this.
Jerry's fingers finally stumbled on the clasp for the harness and it fell away, leaving the rabbit's chest exposed and nude, the soft fur revealed to the mouse's eyes. Mason gasped as Jerry's tongue flicked along his hidden nipple and shivered, gently stroking over the mouse's back. The mouse's fingers dipped down to Mason's pants and pulled them open as well as he could, revealing the rabbit's bright orange thong. Jerry chuckled softly at the sight of them, his fingers gently hooking in and pulling those down as well.
"H... heehee... you look big just like this..." The mouse muttered as his fingers gently clasped around it, his warm paw squeezing over it. The rabbit let out a squeak of delight as he pressed his hips forward, his breath already shortening as his shaft started to spill forth from its fleshy prison. Both creatures felt their passions rising, though for the mouse this was a new experience... he was actually attracted to this... this shaft coming from the rabbit's groin. And he surprised them both when he took a slow lick of it, chittering softly at the taste. Before the rabbit could stop him, Jerry had the tip in his mouth and he was suckling at it like a man in the desert would suck on a canteen filled with water.
Mason gave a short, jerky nod to the mouse as he smiled weakly down at him, gently pushing his hips upward as pleasure started to dance up his spine. Slowly Jerry grew more confident and quick with his actions, taking about half of the length into his mouth as he bobbed his head back and forth, this way and that, his teeth lightly grazing over the surface as his tongue dragged along the underside.
"Th... that's it J... Jerry... li... like that. J... just watch the teeth when you g... get to the head... ah... AhHHh... f... fuck... mousey, you're doing good..." The rabbit squeaked softly down to the mouse, directing his motions one way or another as the rodent's oral virginity was taken away in just one moment, the rabbit feeling that powerful pressure building up in his loins. He was ready to explode in a single moment's lust, but he was holding back for the mouse's sake. Though how long he could hold on... he wasn't sure, the mouse was doing well for someone so inexperienced.
And then that pressure finally released, a veritable river of seed spilling out of the rabbit's shaft. Jerry coughed and pulled back, his eyes clenching shut as the rabbit's orgasm spilled over his face, coating it in thick ropes of the rabbit's seed. The mouse gagged out as he swallowed down what had gotten in his mouth, his eyes slowly opening as he looked up at the rabbit, an angry expression on his face.
"Y... You couldn't have warned me you were cumming? Sh... shit, that was gross. Uggh... I think I even swallowed some of it!" He gave out a pitiful whine, followed by a few gags, that hot bitter taste just teasing his tongue, along with the sticky ropes painted over his face.
"Aw... g... geez. S... sorry. Didn't think you'd mind... you were certainly going to town on my cock, even if you couldn't deep throat it." The rabbit started smiling, leaving the mouse to look up at him with anger boiling in his eyes even more.
"What's so damned funny, bunny?" He coughed out, reaching for the bottle of water with a little groan.
"Well... the fact you just ran your finger through some of it and you're suckling on it like it's the best thing in the world... well, I'd say that's pretty funny." The rabbit just giggled out softly, his laughter rich and warm. The mouse looked down, and indeed, he had two of his fingers in his maw and was suckling on them. He pulled his fingers back and looked at ‘em with a little chuckle.
"So I am... well, I guess the taste isn't all bad... just weird." He gave a little smack of his lips and took a sip of the water.
"Yeah, it's a weird taste, but you get used to it. I can't help but remember my first time..." The rabbit's reminiscence was cut short as he heard a light snore coming from his lap. He looked down and gave a little laugh as he saw the mouse sleeping heavily on his lap.
"Don't worry, hon. I'll still be here when you wake up. You're gonna need all the help you can get now that you know yourself." He stroked the mouse's big ears and lay back with him, gently stroking him as he slept. After all, this mouse really was a cutie, once the rabbit thought about it...