Westbridge Heights: Donovans Tale. Part One: Troubling Thoughts and Real Revelations
#1 of Westbridge Heights
Donovan sighed and rolled over, staring bleary-eyed at the alarm clock who's incessant beeping was telling him two things- That he was still sadly in the messed-up puppet show he called his life and that it was time for him to begrudgingly drag himself out of bed and start the first day of a new year at college, which he did so. He did his usual morning routine, ignoring his twin brothers running around his feet (he swears that they must be adopted, nobody in his family would EVER be that cheerful at seven in the morning). He went into the bathroom, took a long shower to wake himself up, the warm water running down his face and torso waking him up ever so gradually but gradual enough so that the transition from sleep to reality wasn't a great shock to his system.
He got out of the shower and stared at himself in the mirror. He saw his reflection staring back at him, his mid-length black hair in wet curls, his grey eyes (which his best friend Becky had told him were beautiful but he told her if they were so beautiful how come he never managed to find a girlfriend) and his grey feline muzzle. Donovan was a 17 year old Feline, and he attended Westbridge Heights Community College in San Francisco. Donovan himself was born in England, and he had move over to the states at the beginning of last year. He hated America. In England Donovan's quick with had meant he fit in well and had many friends, but sadly Britain's trademark sarcastic humour doesn't rub well with those that dwell above the pond-float, and this had earned him a black eye by the first recess.
The remainder of his year had just gotten worse. He was the subject of torment at the hands of the school jock, David Bennet. Bennet, a Wolf and captain of the football team, was the exact opposite of Donovan. Bennet was athletic, stupid, and popular and had slept with half the cheerleading team. Donovan, on the other hand, was thin, extremely smart, and witty and had only slept with one girl, which was a drunken one-night stand back in England where the girls seemed to care a lot more about personality than looks and social status. But Bennet wasn't alone in his torment of Donovan, all the Jocks were, and they'd often make it a daily ritual to see which team could humiliate him the most. Donovan's schedule ran something like this- Beating by the Football team in the morning, Harassed and mocked by the Cheerleaders at Lunch, The Baseball team destroying his locker in the morning and the Basketball team chasing him off campus in a car at home time.
His only friends in the school were Becky, a doe, who was also Gay. She was a punk chick and so politically driven that she would have made Martin Luther King tell her she cared too much. His other friend was the school weirdo- A Chameleon by the name of Kook. Kook read comic books, listened to Happy Hardcore and his wardrobe contained more vibrant colours than a packet of skittles. They were the school rejects, but it was Donovan in particular that the Jocks had singled out as their victim, ever since the first day when Donovan had revealed that the fact Bennet called everyone out on the size of their penis was either because he was Gay or had a small one himself and was insecure about it. Yup, sighed Donovan, one comment like that and suddenly everyone athletic was your enemy.
Well, everyone except Tyler. Tyler Serpico, a Human and captain of the baseball team, had always seemed to be civil, no nice to Donovan. He never went out of his way to speak to him, but he was his lab partner and had chosen to be so after Vicky Chase, a cheerleader, had refused to, telling the teacher that Donovan was gay and she didn't want to get ‘fag cooties', just to stick up for me in front of Vicky. He had wavy blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. Donovan thought of Tyler, with his thick golden hair, his perfectly defined chest, his golden skin, his eyes the color of rainforest leaves. He purred softly. His hand moved down to his shaft, and suddenly his eyes snapped open. He was getting aroused by the thought of Tyler Serpico?!
He dried off and went back to his bedroom and lay naked in his bed. He decided that the reason he was getting like that was because he hadn't masturbated in over a week and, seeing as getting laid wasn't going to happen this side of the millennium, was sexually frustrated. He decided that he'd quickly paw off now, to get these homosexual thoughts out of his head. He began to imagine Vicky Chase, slowly taking off her cheerleader's top, her d-cup breasts bouncing out of the restraint of her bra. She moved one up to her mouth and sucked her nipple whilst her other hand moved slowly under her cheerleaders skirt and she began to finger herself, moaning loudly. Donovan began stroking his now-erect manhood and murring softly. He imagined himself walking over to her, he shut his eyes and kissed her. He moved his hand down her stomach and under her skirt to her dripping wet... cock?
He opened his eyes and found he was kissing Tyler. He began stroking Tyler's cock furiously and Tyler did the same to him in turn. He kissed the boys exposed neck, then his abs, then the head of Donovan's exposed member, gradually putting more and more of Donovan's cock in his mouth, sucking furiously, Tyler's head bobbing up and down rhythmically, taking Donovan's rock hard cock all the way from the tip to the shaft. Back outside his head Donovan's breathing grew harder and harder, and he put his hands round his balls and began to fondle them, bringing more pleasure to himself. He imagined Tyler sucking him harder and harder, as he was jerked off by Donovan. Donovan hunched over and moaned, his balls clenched and he began to strum himself harder and harder, building up pace and intensity until he was in a frenzy, his hand a blur as it moved up and down his erect, throbbing manhood like a bullet. He felt his knot welling up and before he knew it, he blew his load into Tyler's mouth. Streams of thick cum exploded onto Donovan's chest as he moaned out loud, his muscles twitching at the sheer intensity of his orgasm. He lay there in the after-glow, breathing heavily.
Donovan opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. Was he gay? He had just pawed off to the thought of his lab partner and one of the most popular boys in his school? He had never had these thoughts before, but the more he thought about it the more he wanted to enact this strange new fantasy. ‘Maybe its just a one of thing. Lack of sleep maybe' he thought. He suddenly realized that he was lying there with his own seed all over his chest, and his door was unlocked. He jumped up and cleaned the cum out of his matted fur with a tissue, praying that one of the twins didn't stumble in. He pulled out a pair of Jeans, Some underwear and a T-Shirt, picked up his bag and went to school, his head full of troubling yet pleasing thoughts.