Resolve
#4 of Alternatives
The long awaited school bell rang.
"Gosh, finally!" Jin the white tiger said, while he stretched and yawn after a long lesson of biology.
Okay, so far it may seem that I only hang out with Jo, which is partially true, but that does not mean that we don't have any interaction with other people. We still do have some other friends... Just not THAT close with each other. Jin is a white tiger with a muscular build that just fell sick yesterday. He usually hangs around with us, more like hang around with Jo since they are gym buddies. Why does a big tiger want to hang out with a scrawny mutt like me? Jo? Yeah, he is quite popular and sporty anyway, but for me? Not a chance. For me, I seem to interact more with girls instead. Don't get me wrong. None of the girls are actually interested in me. It's just that I seem to be able to talk to girls more easily than guys. But I never got into any of the girl clique, not that I minded NOT being in one, heh.
So, as scheduled, the next lesson turns out to be...
Gym class.
Damn. I hate gym classes. Here I was drowning myself in dread; those two big guys beside me are exactly the opposite. They are discussing excitedly about which sports we may be trying out today. Apparently our gym instructor decides to let us have a go at different sports, so as to both let us exercise and have fun at the same time. Pity no sports that are off my computer screen are fun.
"It's the best lesson of the week!" Jin smiled.
Huh. Best lesson my ass. More like best for you.
"Typh, it's time to go, don't want to be late, do you? Remember those sets we had to do for being late?" said Jo.
How can I ever forget that? Squats, push-ups, chin-ups... Jo can handle it, but Jo knew that I hated it and that I can't do more than 2 proper chin-ups.
I certainly didn't want to be late for gym class. Either be early or skip it entirely. The latter is very tempting, but Jo will complain if I ever abandoned him behind for any class.
How troublesome.
After the class met the gym instructor, we walked to our destination and we found ourselves facing the dojo.
What joy, we're doing Judo today. I'm so going to get flipped. Perhaps a soft push by Jo and I am out.
Damn, I should get out of the game fast.
Rather than to die later, why not face death earlier?
I'll volunteer myself to get flipped first later.
When we enter the dojo, the instructor begin to talk about the usual rules and everything. I don't really listen to anything in gym classes, so I don't really process much of the rules and everything.
Until I catch a phrase that we are actually going to be taught by the school's team.
At that moment, I really flipped inside.
Because Gerrald is on the school's judo team, and he appeared right in front of the class in his judo gi(pronounced as ghee) with the rest of his teammates.
I can see the brown tuft of his chest fur poking out of the gi. Usually guys don't wear shirt underneath the gi, at least Gerrald doesn't and I'm not complaining.
Gosh, I am now trying hard not to stare at Gerrald. He looks absolutely hot in that. Maybe it's just a uniform thing, but the way he looks in the uniform, the smile on his muzzle, that loose belt around his waist where I can just untie and...
Jin gave nudged me at my shoulder.
Huh?
"Instructor wants you to try out with Gerrald," he said.
WHAT? But -
Now, I'm standing in front of my crush in my gi that the judo team decide to spare me one. He gave me a smile and a deep "Hi."
Oh gosh, what on earth is going on?! Why did it turn out like -
Ooh. His voice is so manly; his face is so cute, that round ears, that short hair...
I mentally slapped myself for being so weak and susceptible to Gerrald's actions. I mean, just his voice can mesmerize me!
I managed a weak "Hello." in return.
The instructor continued with his instructions while we acted accordingly as fine male specimens on how a proper judo match is usually like.
In the meantime, I keep looking at the amazing being in front of me. I couldn't help but look. Gerrald is starting to sweat from the heat; I can see the sweat beads trickling down his body.
It is time for a proper demonstration of a throw. I didn't notice (again) until Gerrald is reaching out to me as a demonstration. Gerrald yanks me forward and the next thing I knew, I was sprawling on the floor with the big bear's body pressed against mine showing a ground finish.
Combined with the daydream from just now, the smell of the sweaty bear and his body now pressed against mine; if I am not aroused then I'll be lying or a saint.
I want him sooooooooooooo bad.
And I'm not the only one that required attention.
Something inside me just ticked off at that point.
The sudden surge of energy allowed me to wriggle free and push Gerrald away.
Gerrald, being caught unexpected, suddenly had himself being pinned down by me with his wrist restrained.
I can't take it any longer, I can't even think right. I rub my bulge against his thigh before undoing his belt. I literally tear his uniform away from him, exposing his beautiful brown fur that is glistening with sweat. I reach out and begin to lick his body before planting a kiss on his muzzle.
At the corner of my eye, I saw Jo holding hands with the pizza waitress, looking at me wide-eyed and horrified.
I am now in the heat and I can't think properly other than to hump the brains out of the bear in front of me. I slip my hands down the waistband of his pants and begin to fondle with his -
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
I instantly snap back to reality.
Damn, why does the alarm have to holler now?
Here I am, a grumpy blue wolf on a Friday morning with a raging hard-on after that dream.
It was all Gerrald's fault. Again.
This was not the first time I dreamt about him.
Okay, this was the first time we actually did something naughty.
I sometimes catch myself smiling when I wake up after a dream with Gerrald, and I hated it.
There is always this weird transition of feelings from being happy to sad to being annoyed.
I hate the fact that I am actually smiling over someone in my dreams who probably does not know my name in real life. I hate that Gerrald has so much control over my mood. I hate that Gerrald is literally doing nothing to make me feel this way.
Why?
Who is he to have so much control over me?
I hate to be controlled and restricted.
This time, I will break free and forget you, Gerrald.