In Like A Mouse
A young mouse decides to skip out on gym, and hides himself away in the boy's bathroom. Just minutes before the final bell rings and sets him free for the weekend, one of the high school bullies walks into the next stall, and confronts him with one of his wildest fantasies. When given a choice between his lust and his pride, he makes a decision he never could have imagined.
This story is pretty short, and more than a little cliche, but I wanted to try writing something from a new perspective. I hope you all enjoy my little experiment, and as always, feedback is welcome.
It was Friday, and I was waiting out the last twenty minutes of school by hiding in the boy's room. Gym was my last class of the day, and I sure as hell didn't want to go. I'm a small guy, even for a mouse, and my young looks and coke-bottle glasses were a magnet for any asshole with a chip on their shoulder. Gym always ended in embarrassment or abuse, and like any good mouse, I'd learned to hide from danger. My grades would dip, someone would complain... But it was worth being spared the abuse. Reading a paperback in a bathroom stall wasn't exactly luxurious, but it could be worse.
The boy's room door swung open with a loud creak, pulling me right out of my own little world. I yanked my feet off the floor and held my breath, hoping that the gym teacher or someone else wasn't looking for me. Whoever it was took their time walking in, something I was grateful for. A person that hurried into the bathroom usually meant things were about to get very unpleasant.
I watched the space between the stall door and the floor, and sighed in relief when I saw a pair of brightly colored sneakers go walking past. No teacher would ever wear such awful looking things. I hoped whoever it was would head right to the urinals and leave, but to my dismay, he slipped into the stall beside me.
"This better not be bullshit," he muttered. I recognized the voice in an instant. It belonged to one of my regular tormentors, a dobie jock named Chad. He was as strong as he was stupid, and like most dogs, he ran with a pack. I was honestly surprised to learn they didn't follow him into the bathroom to laugh at his jokes and hold his dick for him while he pissed. I heard his fly snap open, and that's when I stood, my hand reaching for the latch on the door. The last thing I wanted to do was sit around and listen to him do his thing. I was just about to head out when ten long, throbbing inches of half-hard dog cock came sliding through a hole in the stall's wall.
I froze right where I was, like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, my jaw practically dropping off it's hinges. I was a virgin, and I was so deep in the closet my parents hid the Christmas presents behind me. This was the closest I'd ever been to a dick that wasn't mine, and _goddamn,_it was a monster. Chad was a real asshole, but I had to admit, he was hung.
I sat back down again, absentmindedly setting my book on the floor as I gaped at the bully's dick. I could already feel my own growing painfully erect, pressing into my fly through my BVDs. A voice in the back of my mind whispered that this was the chance to finally get him back for all the mean shit he ever did to me, that I should just grab it and snap it like a twig... And yet, a much louder voice was demanding that I do something I'd only dreamt of in my most shameful fantasies.
"Is anyone even in there? Fuckin' Billy, I'm going to kick his ass," Chad growled. He started to back away, and I saw the opportunity slipping through my fingers. When would I ever get another chance like this? I dropped my book and grabbed his veiny shaft right behind the head, quaking with uncertainty. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but goddamn, I was doing something!
"Fuck yeah," he groaned, shoving his entire length back through the hole and into my palm. For once, we agreed. I cautiously took his girthy shaft into both my paws, fanning my fingers out across it. It was nothing like my own, so much bigger, so much thicker. I never dreamed of seeing something like it outside of the internet, but here it was, pulsing and swelling up right in my hands. If I was dreaming, I sure as hell didn't want to wake up.
I worked my fingers from side to side, poring over every inch like a gift from God. Whenever my fingers grew close to his thick base or his swollen cockhead, I squeezed, making him groan, growl, and grind up against the wall. It wasn't long before he was dripping all over my fingers, dotting my hands with nearly clear drabs of pre-cum. I wondered what it would taste like, what it would feel like to have that big dick spearing into my muzzle. Apparently, Chad was thinking the same thing.
"Put'cha lips on my dick, ya lil' fag." My cheeks burned, but my cock throbbed at the thought, and I knew I was leaking just as much as he was. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so damn hard. I hated him even as I slid off my seat and eased down onto my knees, my hands trembling around his cock as I centered it up with my lips. It looked big from far away, and fucking huge from up close. Would it even fit?
"Quit fuckin' teasing and do it," he growled. I closed my eyes, remembering all the times he'd told me to suck his dick. Who knew I'd actually do it? I pulled my lips back across my sharp teeth, then leaned in, my heart beating like I'd just run forty miles. My warm, shallow pants washed out across his dick with each short breath.
"Fuck," Chad groaned as my hands guided the head of his cock to my lips. It was dripping before, but now he was leaking like a busted faucet. A steady stream of dobie pre trickled from his tip, coating my bottom lip, dripping down my chin. If he noticed how hesitant and unsure I was, if he felt the trembling in my hands, he didn't care. "Do it," he breathed, bucking his hips against the wall, probing at my lips. I swallowed, then popped my mouth open and wrapped my short muzzle around the swollen head of his cock.
He had no words, only a loud, wordless moan that trailed off into a slow, lusty growl. He pistoned his cock through the hole in the wall, forcing it through my grasping hands and into my already stuffed muzzle. My jaw ached, my eyes watered, but fuck me, I wanted more. I sucked down the pre gushing from his tip, my tongue slathering the bottom of his cock with wild enthusiasm. I squeezed his cock with both hands, kneading, pumping it as my lips tugged at the sweet, gamey flesh just past his spongy dickhead. The taste of another man was nothing like I'd expected, but I loved it.
"You're so fuckin' good," he groaned out. His moans, his grunts, and the sounds of my sloppy, wet suckling were magnified by the otherwise dead silent room. I was sure we were going to be caught at any second, but I didn't care. I wanted nothing more for him to cum in my mouth, I needed it, maybe even more than he did.
"More," Chad demanded, desperate for release. One of my pumping hands brushed something thick and bulbous, and I realized with a glance that he'd tied himself to the hole in the wall. I wondered what it would be like to have it inside me, stretching my virgin ass wide open. I'd let him, I realized with no small bit of shame. I'd beg for it.
My fingers were too short to reach around his entire knot, but that didn't stop me from grabbing it and squeezing the hell out of it. He bucked so hard that the whole stall shook, and I knew that he had to be close. Fuck, I knew I was, and I hadn't even touched myself. My left hand joined the right on his knot, and I worked it from both sides as I pushed myself forward and wedged his cock in my throat.
I hurt, I gagged, and I didn't give a shit. I wanted him to fuck my my face, and he was more than happy to do it. He was practically howling as he pounded his hips against the wall, stabbing his cock into my mouth. It was hard to breathe, and the lack of oxygen combined with the rush of hormones and the thrill of doing something so utterly filthy. I was so dizzy I half wondered if I was going to pass out before he came.
"Fuck!" Chad shouted, his cock jumping in my muzzle as he hit his peak. A hot surge of salty dobie cum shot into my raw throat, making me sputter. I coughed and rasped, my throat burning as I yanked his cock free of my mouth. He kept right on going as I gasped for air, spattering my face, neck, and pretty much everything else with his seed. I was an absolute mess by the time he was finished, and I loved it.
I fell back onto my ass and panted in silence, painfully aware of my erection pressing into my fly. Everything in me was screaming for release, but it would have to wait. Chad's knot wouldn't last forever, and I wanted to be long gone before he freed himself. There was no telling how he'd react, but none of the possibilities seemed good.
"You're pretty good," he panted through the wall. "You think you could give my girlfriend some lessons?" The smugness in his tone was fuel for the growing shame that I felt. I bit my lip and grabbed my shirt, cleaning up as best I could with the parts that were still dry. I zipped my hoodie up over it when I was done, knowing that it was ruined. I still smelled like jizz, but at least my face wasn't drenched in it.
I took long last look at the dobie's cock, then I snatched my book off the floor and scrambled to my feet. I flipped up my hood to hide my face, then hurried out into the hall, ignoring the teasing calls of the asshole in the stall. If I was lucky, I'd make it outside the school before the bell rang.