Before Guidance
#4 of Before
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Chapter 4 Before Guidance
Everywhere I went from the locker room on I received pats on the back, thumbs ups, and even a hand or two grabbing between my legs. Word certainly traveled fast throughout the school but I didn't mind all that much. Now I would be given the respect I deserve, even if I didn't actually assert my dominance the conditional way. Nobody saw how it all panned out in the locker room anyway. I was simply glowing in my next class, math, and as I pondered over all these things swirling around in my head it was then that I thought of the consequences for what I had done. As if my own paranoid mind had leapt from my skull the phone in the classroom rang and I was called down to the guidance department.
As I left the classroom, backpack slung over one shoulder for added cool factor, I began to ponder my fate as I headed to guidance. It was doubtful that my guidance counselor would want me for anything other than to discuss my actions today in the locker room, maybe even with punishment intended. My mind began to race with all the bad thoughts that occur after realizing wrong doing. Would they give me detention? ISS? OSS? Or worst of all would they call my parents?! That one is probably a given... Upon reaching the guidance door I calm my brain down considerably, but walking in I'm immediately put into my state of worry yet again.
The receptionist behind the desk against the far wall directs me immediately to my guidance counselor's office, Mr. Hathing. "Down the hall make a right, last room on the right," She calls to me automatically resuming her duties behind the counter. With each footstep my white fur bristles more and more with anxiety, I'm beginning to sweat under all this pressure. Turning the door knob and entering the office I see Mr. Hathing, talking on his cell phone while standing by the window.
He glances to me and replies into the phone, "Alright I got to go, love you too, bye." He flips his phone shut and slides it into his khaki pants pocket. He looks at me without speaking for sometime. Mr. Hathing is a tall thickly built black bear, with a really sincere face and eyes hidden beneath thick rimmed black glasses. He turns his back to me and snaps the blinds on the window shut. "So," he begins in a deep rumbling voice, "shall we discuss your current... predicament?" He gestures to a tall leather back chair in front of his wooden office desk and shakily I take the seat. He goes to the door and shuts it, and from what I can hear he locks it as well. This can not be a good sign. He then takes his seat behind the desk and with his arms folded across his chest he looks at me, hungry for an answer. "Well," he says, "The way I see it there are two options here. The first and much more painful option of the two is that I call your parents and have you sentenced to detention for a very long time." I just hate how he used the word, sentenced, as if I'm on my way to jail or something. "The second option," he began, "Is well...much more discrete. You will be forced to do a community service project with me everyday for the rest of the semester, but nobody will have to know about it. This little sabbatical of yours in the boys locker room will not even make your permanent record, how's that sound, young Mr. Smithfield?"
I thought about it for a short second, the option was clear to me, how hard could some manual labor be? "I'll do it, the community service."
"Excellent, here I'll need you to sign this form to get you out of class," he pushed a paper toward me and handed me a pen from the pocket of his shirt. I immediately signed without another thought. I get out of class too, what more can I want?
Upon receiving the sign paper Mr. Hathing slid it into a file cabinet below his desk and locked it. He then stood up and snarled at me, "Strip down to your skivvies, boy!" I sat there in shock, is this what he meant by community service?! "Get a move on, or do I have to alert mommy and daddy to what you've done today?"
It appears that I have been duped. What more could I do? He had me cornered with blackmail. I slowly pulled my shirt up over my head and undid my pants. "That's a good boy, I knew we could come to an agreement," he whispered while unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the floor.
I slid down my pants so I remained only in my underwear. He took a second to look me over and then smiled saying, "Yes, you'll do nicely." He then slid out of his pants and boxers in one fell swoop allowing me to gaze at his thick black dick that bounced free and full to its immediate large size. It may have only been seven inches long but what it lacked in length it easily made up for in width being possibly six or seven inches around. It was then that I realized what a fine mess I had gotten myself into...
Mr. Hathing cleared all the objects from his desk with one quick swipe of his arm and then gingerly perched himself on it with both of his legs hanging off the front. He was nearly a foot from me. "Go on pretty boy, give me some attention," he gestured to his twitching sausage before me. I scooted the chair closer and with a short lick I took my first taste of another male. It was a weird sensation licking this thick rod but I soon found my own penis's pushing desperately to break free of my undies. I began by licking slowly across the base of his shaft which is where I found his bulbous orbs sitting on the desk. I rolled them softly in my hands as I meandered my tongue everywhere along the pulsing meat. Upon reaching the tip I wedged my tongue into the oozing slit and received the salty sweet taste of maleness for the first time. Mr. Hathing was groaning and moaning quietly but when I pulled this move on him he immediately pushed me away from him. "Alright Fido, seems like you're ready to play with the big boys."
He left his desk and pushed me to the ground on my hands and knees. It was then that with a swift clawed yank at my underwear my penis's bounced free to ooze at the carpet. My underwear had been completely torn upon leaving my body in such an abrupt way but it seemed as though my cock's didn't care. "I can tell that you're gonna be a screamer so..." Mr. Hathing didn't finish his sentence, instead I found him gagging my mouth with my own balled up underwear. Oh my god, does he mean to...
I felt it, all of it. Every last inch of it was down in me. And indeed he was right because I found myself shouting involuntarily shouting into my underwear. He didn't sit there and let me relax, he began quick rapid thumping motions at my hole. I could hear him grunting just barely over my muffled cries of pain. He just kept on no matter what I did. "That's a good little slut. Clench down hard you sexy tramp." He groaned grinding his hips off me. I could do nothing but cry. He had me now, and there was not a thing I could do about it. "Ah poor little wolfie doesn't like it rough? Here let me help you out." He reached around to my penis's and grabbing all three of them began to stroke them in time with his rapid movements. I pleaded in my head for my dicks to go limp but they didn't. If anything they replied happily to this stimulation by oozing pre onto the floor. "There we go, having fun now boy?" he asked rhetorically, like my feelings mattered to him.
What seemed like an eternity had passed, I could tell that I was getting closer to releasing. I fought hard to keep the build up of semen in my but I couldn't any longer. Convulsing beneath the body of the black bear I spasmed uncontrollably, bucking farther back onto his dick and releasing my steaming sticky load out like a gun, blasting off the floor and springing back up to hit me in the chest and face. The convulsion triggered Mr. Hathing in the same way because with one final push he wedged all of his meat into me and collapsed on top of me. He shuddered in ecstasy as a sticky tsunami engulfed the velvety caverns of my ass. I could hear cum spurting out between him and I over and over again. I began to wonder how much semen he could have in him.
"Ah," he moaned between shortened breaths, "How about round two?" with that he lifted me from the floor with the sheer strength of his dick. He took a seat in the leather back chair with me in his lap. He then began to shake my up and down his cock as if I was a furry rag doll. After a few squelching sounds between us he built up a rhythm that rocked me to the point where the room began to spin. In my final moments of consciousness I gasped as he began to paw at my dicks again...