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A wolf in the frat - Prologue

By Reaping

~ ~ ~ Thursday -- September 1** st **** ~ ~ ~**

Michael Singleton was new to college life. The five-foot-ten young man was as average as they came: brown eyes, brown hair and average built. His first day had been pretty boring until now as he mostly roamed around the campus to buy the appropriate school supplies for his class. He thought of going to the gym for a monthly membership but after a long day to wait in line for books, he didn't want to wait any longer in the exhaustive heat. He'd look if there was a way to buy one via the net.

On the way back to his dorm, he met with Kevin Forte, a short five-foot-five guy he used to share classes with in high school. Apparently, Kevin was attending the Informatics Program while Michael entered the Physics Program. They would share their calculus classes for the first year nonetheless.

"Yo dawg, 'sup?" Kevin asked as casual as he could be.

"Nothing much, you?"

"Same here, same here. Say, you comin' to the club tonight, man?"

"Yeah, sure. You go too?"

"Sure Imma go! Where ya goin' to now, man?"

"I'm gonna take a shower, first. Getting off all the fucking sweat off of me."

"Cool, bro. Well, see ya there! At the club!"

Kevin gave a bro fist at Michael who walked back for his new dorm. Entering his room, he was surprised by the presence of his new roommate: Jason. A hair under him at five feet nine, the guy looked a little too fond of junk food and drinks with a rounder middle. The new guy was currently emptying his bags when Michael entered.

"Hey, you're Jason, right?" Michael greeted him.

"Uh... Hi. Yes, I'm Jason, how did you know my name?"

"They told me at the Registrar earlier. What're you doing?"

"I'm just... unpacking my stuff... and sorry for being late. I had a bit of a problem down the road here... The car kinda heated up and stopped working..."

"Oh damn, that sucks. I hope it's no big deal."

"I don't know. My dad actually had to drive me here and now he's got to bring my car to the workshop. I hope I did not miss anything important today..."

"Just ask your classmates on Monday. What's your major?"

"Music. I'm a musician. Bassist. And a bit of a guitarist. I also play some violin."

"Anything with strings, huh?" Michael noticed. "You're a 'strings-attached' kinda guy?"

Jason's face flushed red with embarrassment and the pile of clothes in his hands slipped for the carpeted floor. Michael burst out of laughter.

"I'm just playing with you! You should have seen your face!"

"Uh... no, I... uh... didn't see it..." Jason blurted softly, crouching down to retrieve the now unfolded clothes. "I mean... I don't know... Oh! Just don't mind me..."

"Gee, calm down." Michael sighed. "You don't have to be anxious around me. It's not like I'm going to bite you or anything... well, unless you ask me to."

Jason's body shivered at the thought and Michael noticed it. Wether it was of... suppression or excitation, Michael couldn't tell.

"You're all right?" The Physics student asked. "I'm sorry if I said anything wrong. Look, why don't we present each other properly..."

Michael walked to Jason who almost stepped back at the sudden approach. A red blush tinted his face with embarrassment... or perhaps something else. Michael held his hand in front of him for a meeting grip and Jason went for it shakily.

"I'm Michael Singleton and I'm from Vermont in the States. I'm eighteen, I like sports and throwing ball, but I'm not in any extracurricular activity yet... I kinda like to party and to fool around, though! I just entered the Physics Program."

"Uh... okay... well, I'm Jason Kelly and I'm from Granby. I'm nineteen and I took a sabbatical year to improve my Bass fingering. I wanted to play guitar but... I didn't have the skills for the audition... so I tried for bass and it worked. So, that's pretty much it for me..."

"Cool cool." Michael smiled. "Well, just keep it down if you gotta practice when I'm sleeping."

"Don't worry about it. I'll... practice elsewhere if I must."

Michael smirked at him. Jason lowered his head, still blushing a little, and continued to move his stuff inside the empty drawers of his nightstand.

"You coming to the club tonight?" Michael asked.

"Uh... I don't know if I should. I still have to lot to do and I'm not fond of..."

"Nah... take it easy. It's first week so you can take all your time to prepare your shits."

Jason blushed again and turned his attention to his luggage on his single bed instead.

"Uh... We'll see, then."

"Great! I'm sure you'll have a blast!" Michael cheered, giving a playful fist against Jason's shoulder. "Good! Then, I'm gonna take a shower. You need the bathroom before I go?"

"No, I'm good."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Day gave place to night. As the heat of the day calmed down, the heat of the crowd raved up. At the club, college students celebrated Back to College by drinking booze and dancing. Light flickered all over the room like a shattered rainbow and the loud booming music pulsed with loud techno bass-drum. The dance floor was crowded with boys and girls wearing various multicoloured phosphorescent accessories under the UV light. Some proudly displayed their abs or their lack of abs, their bodies painted in gouache with the college colours and their fraternity symbols.

After a couple drinks, Michael showed having a good time while Jason kept himself sober. The pair was joined by a couple of drunk new students. There was Eric, a guy about Jason's height but almost twice his girth. If Jason showed a bit of a paunch, Eric was displaying a big soft tummy. Shirtless, the overweight guy had his belly completely covered in white, red and blue.

Next to him was Leon, who stood taller than all of them at six feet two. Visibly working out, his bare torso depicted abs like bricks on a wall. Just like his smaller friend, he was completely covered in gouache-like paint.

"Ay' mate! How's ya? Ay' haven't had seen yo' face today! Whe' we' you?" Leon slurred at Jason, visibly knowing the guy.

"Yeah, I had a problem with my car."

"Ye had a problem with who? Imma punch right in the face! Nobody's messing with my pal Ja-Ja!" The drunken man slanged.

"No! A problem with MY CAR!" Jason repeated with emphasis.

"Aye! A'm not deaf, Gee! What's up wit' you car?"

"We'll talk about it later." Jason shucked away. "By the way, Leon, here's my roommate Michael. Michael, here's Leon, a friend from High School."

"Nice meeting you Miguel!" Leon confounded. "Here's my new best buddy Eric!"

"HEY! NICE MEETING YOU!" He screamed on top of his lungs, over the loud music. "WOULD SHAKE HANDS, BUT CAN'T!"

Truly, Eric held beers in both hands. Judging by their tipsy attitude, they were definitely not at their first drinks of the night.

"So... what are you into, guys?" Jason asked.

"Definitely into girls!" Leon answered with a perky smirk.

Jason blushed with a coy expression while Michael teasingly elbowed him.

"Huh... I meant... What are you into college for?" Jason asked with more details.

"BOOZE!" Both of the drunken fools replied at once.

Jason let out an exasperation sigh to Michael's more inebriated laugh.

"Ugh... just... forget it..."

"Nice meeting you, but if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna head for the bathroom." Michael said.

"Don't get lost!" Leon mocked away.

Michael trailed his path across the dense crowd like a swimmer through a murky swamp. The men's bathroom was by the far side of the club and he was wondering if he should just head outside and piss in the back alley instead. On his way, he stumbled onto Kevin who was dancing poorly while trying to impress a few girls. Kevin called him out but Michael instantly excused himself that he couldn't stay for now.

The moment Michael entered the room, his ears thanked him for the relieving calm of the room. While not completely sound-proofed, the sheer decrease of noise was alleviating. Michael was about to head for the urinals. Of all five of them, three were occupied and the others were out of order. He went for one of the two stalls, one of them unoccupied. The moment he's entered, he fished out his junk and aimed for the toilet bowl. While unloading a long kept piss, his still flickering hearing perceived a soft slick repetitive sound.

Michael didn't think much of it at first, but as the piss unloading came close to an end, he noticed it was coming from the next stall. On the floor, he could see the shoes of a guy in the next cabin. It didn't take much longer for Michael to pull the pieces together: he realized this guy was jacking off in the next stall. While it would have disgusted him normally, his half-drunken mind had lowered his own inhibitions. Just then, he realized how horny he was getting just thinking about this complete stranger taking care of his very personal business.

Michael's stream of piss had ebbed away and his penis slowly hardened within the hand that held it. What became a modest five inches erection was being rubbed and down in the same rhythm as his lewd neighbour. Michael made sure the stall door was closed and locked behind him. When he heard the other guys at the urinals leave the bathroom, he was shocked to hear the next-stall guy talk to him.

"You jacking too, man?"

Michael wasn't sure how to respond, if just to say anything at all.

"Yeah." He said after a few tugs on his cock.

"Gay or straight?"

While considering himself mostly straight, Michael couldn't deny his bisexual tendencies.

"Bi."

"You wanna try something?"

Michael had an idea of where this would lead.

"Like what?" He asked.

"If you unclasp the toilet paper dispenser, there's a hole behind."

Michael didn't give an answer straightaway. He was still jacking and while being this perverse scenario scream WRONG in bold red capital letters in his mind, it was a very hot fantasy coming true nonetheless.

"C'mon... I'm so horny... I... I really need a blowjob right now..."

The door to the bathroom opened and someone entered. Carefully not to avoid any suspicion, Michael went for the toilet paper dispenser and unclasped it from the stall wall. Almost immediately, a big pinkish cut cock went through the hole. Michael had to retain his excitement at the surprise. The big dick had a nice thickness to it and the tip had to reach a good nine inches away from the guy's pelvis. In an interesting fashion, the purplish head was narrower than the shaft itself, almost narrowing to an uncommon point.

Michael wrapped a hand around the cock's base, eliciting a faint shivering gasp from the guy on the other side. The new college student went down at it and engulfed the head then some of the shaft in his mouth. The organ backed out a bit, then plunged back in. A pace built up in tandem with the booming music of the club. Quickly, some pre started to leak into Michael's eager mouth.

College was supposed to be full of new experiences. While Michael wasn't new to sucking a dick, he's never blown one that big nor blown a stranger in a public place... and the thrill of being caught only made it hotter. Michael jacked his own throbbing dick at the same time as sucking the guy. He couldn't hear if the bathroom intruder had left or if anybody else had entered the public room. He was too deep into lust to care anymore.

That stranger's gasps were growing a little louder. The rhythm of the thrusts inside Michael's mouth sustained an accelerando, growing dephased with the music's bass-drum shaking the bathroom floor. Soon enough, the stranger would blow his load and Michael was not far either.

Doubling the teasing his tongue performed on this big dick, Michael was encouraged with the stranger's moans growing audible. The sound of metal against metal struck in tempo with the stranger's bucking like a belt buckle hitting the wall. Michael's subconscious heard a faint "Don't stop, I'm getting close."

The taste of precum intensified. The shaft Michael bobbed onto grew so hard it almost felt like was swelling. And just then, with an odd popping and stretching sound in the background, Michael's mouth filled with sperm. And as soon as it was filled, Michael's cock spewed its own seed all over the floor, some of it landing on this stranger's... tearing shoes.

Since he was not looking at this guy's feet during their shared orgasm, Michael did not witness the deadly sharp clawed toes tearing their way out of the bulging sneakers. With every shot of sperm inside the receiver's end, more of the toes pushed out as the feet lengthened. Claws scrapped the tiles and furry toes touched the floor, small bits of fraying socks still clinging to them.

"Ahhh..." The stranger moaned in relief from the other side, spent.

Basking in the sweet afterglow, Michael was soon forced out of it. In a terrified gasp, the stranger pulled back on the other side. The sharp withdrawal from his member inside his Michael's mouth resulted in the load suctioning partly out and dropping on the stall wall.

"Shit!" Michael heard the guy in the next stall gasp and move around furtively like he was trying to put back his pants in a hurry.

Faster than the light, the stranger opened his stall door and ran out of the men bathroom. As Michael's lust-clouded mind cleared, he realized that he's just blown a total stranger in the club on his first day in college. Recollecting himself and shoving his cock back in his pants, Michael listened if there was anybody in the bathroom, but the coast seemed clear.

Wiping the excess of cum and of drool from his chin, Michael promptly walked out of the stall after putting back the toilet paper dispenser. He headed for the sink counter to wash off his hands and to look if he were any presentable for the crowd outside. His lips looked a little puffy and his face was a bit red. He threw some water on his face to freshen his look before heading back into the club.

"What a way to start college!" He thought.