All A Game Ch 4 Part 1: Eager to Play
#10 of All A Game
Warning: Some 18+ Naughty Stuff
There was a loud tapping of...something outside of the senior English class. Everyone turned their heads to the sounds. The teacher popped his head out the door. Turning back around, the fox lifted his paws, "Alright everybody, settle down!" There was a loud tapping of...something outside of the sophomore economy class. Everyone turned their heads too. What they saw was not what they expected. The sound then echoed and could be followed outside.
The locker room deep in the bowels of the athletic center across from the main school building was packed with a bunch of males. Many of them were just smiling and laughing. Others had certain things on their minds. A rather bulky gray wolf eyed a certain brown horse from across the locker room. Leaning towards the solid looking leopard next to him, "Hey Billy, why is Trevor always stranding alone, he looks depressed or something..."
The cat looked away from the other guys, pushing up his black widows peak, "Everybody's been saying that guy doesn't like people gettin too close to him. Say he cut on himself and he doesn't like people seeing the scars."
The wolf jock perked his ears, "So why does he cut on himself?"
Billy gave a loud tch, "They say his faggot boyfriend died in a car accident or somethin a few years back before he came to school..."
As the leopard went back to fooling with his buddies, the wolf really focused on Trevor, putting his paw to his bare chest, "Wow..." An image of himself just walking up and giving the stud a warm hug popped into his head. He really wanted to wrap his big muscular arms around the guy.
"Hey, hey Vic! You better stop staring at Trev before someone might think you were a cock sucker too!" The rest of the room didn't hear Billy, but the words echoed in the wolf's ear. A hard blush appeared on Vic's face as old memories popped into his head. Suppressing a pant, he had to stop himself from reaching up to the nub of flesh on the right side of his chest, trying to think of things to turn him off so that he didn't get a hard on and embarrass himself in front of all the guys.
Vic roughly tapped Bill on his shoulder with his knuckle, "Hey, forget you man. You know I'm the straightest guy around here... I'm no queer!" The wolf chuckled hard, but that chuckle quickly started to die down. Everyone else had stopped talking and were looking at the two. Vic suddenly frowned, giving a hesitant gaze towards Trevor. The stallion had a blank, yet judging stare. Putting his uniform white collar shirt and black tie over his muscular torso, he grabbed his white boxers and black school pants before slamming his locker and retreating further into the locker room until the bell rang for class shift.
Suddenly a familiar scent hit Vic's nose and his entire body relaxed. He knew it so well. It was like the smell of rain. A snowy pale figure with extremely short fur easily stepped between all the average males and the muscle jocks, his back straight yet seeming so relaxed. Almost every part of the wolf's body stiffened up as Metin stood in front of him. The five foot six canine looked like a cross between arctic fox and coyote. His pale fur was so short; he could almost pass for a human with his spiky black head fur. Despite his not so intimidating height, Metin never seemed intimidated. He always kept calm, defendable composure.
The male stared into the wolf's hazel eyes, Vic getting lost in the canine's dark browns. Metin stood up against Vic's chest, "Hey Vic, why don't you grow a pair of balls and stop hanging out with trash like him?" The leopard snarled, stepping forward, but the wolf grabbed his chest. Metin watched Vic's face strain. He was actually starting to shake as he tried to think of something to say. The white canine nodded his head, "Yeah, that's what I thought..."
Trevor sighed, his legs propped up on the bench between the lockers. Head tilted, he thumbed at an old picture, wrapped in a small pouch to make sure it didn't get ruined. His eyes half closed, he stroked over Jake's face, giving off a gasp as he struggled to breathe as he held back tears. Cuffing the picture in his hands, he hugged it to himself, closing his eyes while trying to imagine the silly dog was right there with him, tucked into his arms. All of a sudden, there was a loud bang as someone tried to push open the door Billy was leaning against. Like everyone else, Trevor looked up from what they were doing or dealing with.
As soon as Billy backed away from the door, there were three loud taps. Finally, whoever it was tried pushing again. This time the door swung open and they stumbled in, their right foot-paw tapping loudly against the floor as they tried to catch themselves. When they did managed to stand all the way again, they looked around, and a heavy blush formed on the white fur of their cheeks, "Heh heh, hey guys...sorry, thought the door was stuck." Everyone stared at this odd ball of a male. Who was he?
End Chapter 4...Part 1