A guy named Chester
           This is entirely a work of fiction. None of the characters exist (well, I don’t think so). Santino, Giancarlo and Bowser Junior are copyrighted to Spelunker Sal and Dreamous. The rest is copywrited to me, Bahamut Dragons. You must be [insert legal age to view pornographic material in your country here] to view this. This work is coded as follows: m/m. You may reproduce and distribute this lemon anywhere, as long as you follow these guidelines:
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Author’s Comments:
           This is the second story I’ve written in response to a contest, the first being at Anthrocon ’05 where we were supposed to write something really cliché in a day. This one is in response to the Roommates’ comic contest, the comic which can be found at [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/roommates](%5C). I decided to use Santino as my main character because he had only been slightly introduced, giving me more freedom to work with him. I did extensively check the comic and character sheets for cues however, especially once I started tying my storyline with the one in the comic.
Three weeks is a good amount of time for a story and it has been a while since I’ve submitted anything at all. At least, it feels like forever. I’m glad I got motivated to do this one, and I’m really happy with the results too. It came out exactly as I wanted, not overly concentrated on sex, instead concentrating on the characters personalities. Even if I don’t win the cameo, at least I’ve written something I’m proud of. But I still hope I win that cameo.
In any case, if anyone wants to contact me for any reason, I submit to you my info. To start, my yahoo group: [http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bahamutshome](%5C). You’ll find all my published writings there, it’s the one place you can be sure everything I’ve ever done is stored. You can also contact me by e-mail at [[email protected]](%5C), or by instant messaging. Y!: bahamutdragons, [MSN:[email protected]](%5C), ICQ: 11722319, AIM: BahamutSDragons. I hope to hear from you! Especially if â€you†is Spelunker Sal and/or Dreamous.
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A guy named Chester
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â€Who is that?†someone asked.
           â€Him? That’s Bowser Jr,†someone answered, prompting a lonely strikedramon sitting in the corner of the next to empty cafeteria to look up from his food to the source of interest. Immediately Santino understood why the yellow beast drew the attention to himself as his mere presence, laughing loudly with the other jocks around him, could be felt as imposing. Imposing and even mesmerising to some, but the dragon’s interest soon faded, labelling Junior as a simple loud mouth punk he would rather not have to deal with, not out of fear but rather annoyance.
           Shaking his head with contempt, he returned to his burger. It was edible at best, nothing even remotely fancy. The fries which came with it however were nothing less than god awful. Even his own cooking would have been better tasting than this garbage. This promised to be a very long semester indeed.
â€Mind if I sit here?â€
Santino looked up once more to find a yellow lizard of definite gabumon blood looking at him, food tray in hand. The strikedramon had chosen this particular table because it was free and remote. He had no interest in striking up meaningless conversation with those around him. He would have to deal with it enough once the classes started.Â
â€It’s a free country,†he replied, choosing to endure the newcomer’s company rather than risking hurting his feelings. Freshmen could be so sensitive.
The gabumon did not seem to notice the sarcastic tone however as he cheerfully laid his tray on the table and sat, before offering his hand.
â€Chester.â€
â€Hm?â€
â€That’s… my name,†he added with a goofy grin.
The dragon looked at the newcomer for several more seconds, now taking the time to observe him. Chester was a little shorter and pudgier than him, which wasn’t surprising considering his species. He wore a leather vest with one sleeve torn off and the other with metal linings and belt buckles, clearly inspired by Japanese anime. Under the vest was a simple white tank top, which he topped off with baggy pants. Nerdy and harmless, which wasn’t without reminding him of his own brother.
â€Santino,†he finally answered without offering his own hand in return, yet refusing to take a hint, Chester kept it hanging over the table for several more seconds. With a grunt, the strikedramon finally acknowledged and shook it, to the reptile’s delight.
â€I see you’re a fan of The Mandrake,†Chester said as he took a bite of his spaghetti, nodding his head towards the strikedramon’s shirt. â€Did you get to see them in concert this summer?â€
â€No,†he simply answered.
â€Yeah, me neither. I was going to though, had the tickets and everything. Only thing is that my wheels broke at the last second and I couldn’t find a lift. There goes 130 dollars I’ll never see again. Not to mention how much it cost me to get my ride repaired.â€
Chester sighed as he took another bite of his lunch. Santino was just glad that there was something that could shut him up. He had to admit though, Chester did have a positive impact on him: he had already finished his burger without even noticing it. ‘Maybe I’ll manage to escape this conversation without him saying anything else,’ he thought.
           â€So what are you studying?†Chester asked.
           ‘Of course I can’t catch a break,’ he thought, before responding: â€Biology.â€
           â€You don’t talk much, do you?†Chester asked, picking up on the bored tone.
           â€I’m sorry, am I bothering you?†he asked sarcastically, but Chester just shook his head.
           â€I just figured that we have at least similar interests in music, so I thought we might have something to talk about. I’m new here so I don’t know anyone yet. I was supposed to go to BlueValleyCollege with my friends, but I didn’t get in and now I’m stuck here in a sub-par pre-law program, left to fend on my own.â€
           â€You? A lawyer?â€
           â€Hey, I might seem nice like this, but I can be a shark if I need to.â€
Santino had a tough time imagining this half gothic, half geeky chubby gabumon at the front of a court, debating why his client was right. There was something to be said of suits and ties, a clean look which put others in confidence. Chester simply looked too goofy to be a proper lawyer, starting with his grin. Still, there was no doubting how serious the gabumon was with his endeavour and far be it from Santino to dissuade someone from accomplishing their goals.
â€So what kind of lawyer do you want to be?â€
â€I want to defend those who were rejected by society, those who fight oppression day after day and always feel the weight of villains falling upon them. I want to use the law and metaphorically slay my opponent, to give back dignity and maybe even some money to the widows and the orphans,†and as he spoke, Chester became a little more upright. If nothing else, he believed strongly in his quest for justice.
â€So a lawyer and a hero? Heavy burden for one person,†the blue dragon snorted back.
â€No burden is too heavy for one with a pure heart my friend. You might not have faith in me, but I know what I’m capable of and I know what I want to do and you know what? Nothing can stop me, just like nothing stopped me from taking those fencing lessons.â€
â€Fencing?†Santino asked, surprised.
â€Of sure, I might be a little overweight, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fight. What I may lack in dexterity, I make up with strong willpower. Besides, fighting brings out my aggressive nature, something I need to explore more if I’m going to be a good lawyer.â€
â€Have you been doing it for long?â€
â€Two years? Maybe three?â€Â My parents were worried at first, they thought I might get mutilated or something. As if that could actually happen in fencing right? Worst I got was a sprained ankle and I got my revenge soon enoughâ€
â€You know, that’s weird, I fence too.â€
â€You’re kidding! That’s awesome!†Chester blurted out, overenthusiastic about it. And in one swift move, he was on his feet. â€Come on then, what are we waiting for? We need to match up.â€
â€Whoa now, I never said I wanted to fight you. Besides, I’ve been doing this since I was a kid, I don’t think we’re in the same class.â€
â€Oh silly Santino, you should know by now that I don’t back down from a fight. Besides, it’ll be fun!â€
â€Look kid, I’m not interested, alright?â€Â Already the dragon’s tone of voice was getting more annoyed, but Chester would have nothing of it.
â€I guess you’re just a big chicken, aren’t you,†Chester grinned, leaning in to mock Santino better. â€I wouldn’t have pegged you as a scaredy-cat. I guess looks can be deceiving. Well, I should know that better than anyone,†he added, rubbing his tummy. â€I just thought you would be courageous and strong standing in front of adversity.â€
But the blue dragon’s patience had finally dwindled down to nothing and standing up, he uttered a â€Whatever†before picking up his tray and walking off. Fear had nothing to do with his reluctance to battle, as Santino was quite confident that he could best Chester. But he didn’t feel the need to prove that he could, not for pride or anything else. For the dragon, holding a blade, keeping his opponent at bay through blocks and parades before finally striking when he spotted an opening, it was a sacred ritual. He did do some competition, but he chose whatever suited him and having a random big mouthed student who had just came up to him challenge him was not part of the terms he considered worthy.
Nevertheless, the moment he stepped outside the cafeteria, he found Chester by his side, looking at him silently as if he had now switched strategies and now laid waiting for permission to speak.
â€What now,†Santino asked, not bothering with the gabumon more than he needed to and instead walking idly through the corridors.
â€I wanted to apologise,†Chester said. â€I didn’t mean to call you out like that, I just meant it to tease you. It’s just that I don’t know anyone here and I know that you’re not the most social guy around, but when I saw you on your own and with that shirt, I figured that at least we’d have something to talk about. And then you brought up fencing and, well, our meet just feels a little fated is all.â€
Chester paused for a moment before adding: â€Look, I can see I’m bothering you and I really didn’t want that. So I’ll get out of your hair. But if I should return, think better of me,†he concluded with obvious disappointment and resignation. But as he turned to go into another corridor, Chester felt a hand on his shoulder and froze.
â€You’re really overly dramatic, you know that?†he heard his new friend say behind him.
â€Faramir from Lord of the Rings is just as good to quote than any poet or scientist in my opinion,†he answered with a grin. None of the sadness which had been there moments before transpired anymore, nor did it feel feigned. Chester was just a very happy guy.
â€Alright, fine,†Santino said, finally caving in to the demands. Chester couldn’t quite make out the tone of voice however, the dragon keeping his thoughts and emotions to himself. He just felt lucky to have made a new friend. â€Let’s go cross blades for a few rounds.â€
Chester was ecstatic and immediately they were off to the gym, which the gabumon already knew since he had studied the school layout well. Along the way, he tried his best not to talk his ears out but trepidation would deny his silence. Santino on the other hand was already getting used to the constant flow of talking and was managing to tune enough of it out.
The gymnasium was quite large, but soon they found themselves in a room with several fencing fields. Since they both were students, they could have access to the room and equipment for free. Many weapons were available and Chester feeling he was the host, he invited his opponent to choose his blade. Santino decided the saber, his weapon of choice and soon both men found themselves armoured up, on the mat and with fencing swords in hand.
Santino rolled his wrist around, feeling the nimbleness and the weight of his blade. Every sword was different, even if it only differed by a few grams. The dragon knew that they all had their own personalities and reacted differently. In fact, fencing was a team effort, fencer and sword. If they did not work together perfectly, defeat was imminent.
But he knew that Chester would be the true unknown in this battle. Usually, he could gauge his opponent’s skill level by stance and movement alone, yet he couldn’t quite make out the gabumon. It was as if some of his practice footwork and practice swings were brilliant, yet others were clumsy. Not to mention the weight of the lizard, which could only prove to be a handicap to him. Still, after a few moments, both combatants found themselves face to face, ready to fight.
Santino was the first to dash and managed to duck under the gabumon’s swing, striking him on the hip and marking the first point. The dragon smiled under his helmet as he got back into position, but his grin soon faded as he was struck on the leg thanks to a well executed faint. The third bout lasted a little longer as Santino parried the first attack but couldn’t make his own strike score as Chester narrowly avoided the lunge before counterattacking with a cut to the arm.
The blue dragon was beginning to understand that he had underestimated his opponent, as Chester was capable of much more than he had first let on.  Regardless of his weight, he was capable of unforeseen agility and it was all Santino could do to keep up with his technique. Keep up he did however and after a while, it became clear that the strikedramon was the better contender. What began as an equal match up ended up favoring Santino heavily, yet Chester would have nothing of it and kept pushing relentlessly, fighting for every point he managed to score.
â€Do we really need to continue?†Santino asked as he removed his helmet after a particularly agile strike to the neck. â€You kept it strong at first, but I don’t think we’re the same rank you and I Chester. I do respect your resilience though.â€Â Santino didn’t usually compliment his opponents, but he had to admit that Chester stood strong in the face of adversity.
â€I’m not the backing down type, friend,†Chester responded, taking off his own face protection to look at his opponent in the eyes. â€In fact, I’m so confident that I’m willing to put a wager. Best five out of nine?â€
â€Alright, and what are we playing for?â€
â€A blowjob.â€
The word struck Santino so hard that he froze for a moment and almost dropped his sword. He almost couldn’t believe what Chester had just proposed and for the first time, his face betrayed his thoughts. The moment would have been hilarious to any onlookers, but Chester was completely serious.
â€What did you…†but Santino couldn’t even finish his sentence.
â€You heard me: a blowjob. First one to five.â€Â And without awaiting confirmation, Chester put his helmet back on.
There was a choice to be made, here and now. The dragon couldn’t deny that he wanted to give Chester a lesson in modesty and the proposed spoils wasn’t a deterrent either. Still, it felt quite out of character for him to let himself go to such a situation and for a moment, he was unsure of what he truly desired.
â€Best five out of nine,†Santino finally said as he put his own mask on and got back into stance. And then, five quick strikes later, he dropped his sword in disbelief. The dragon had lost, vanquished by an overweight reptile who had regardless managed to move as the wind. If the idea of defeat had not occurred to him, losing without even landing a single blow was just unimaginable. It was a humbling defeat and Santino snickered as he brought out his hand.
â€Good game, you really are the better fighter.â€
â€Nah, I just wanted the reward more,†Chester smiled as he shook the hand vigorously. There was no mistaking the twinkle in his eye, for whatever reason, he felt strongly drawn to the blue dragon and now, he could live out that lust.
â€So where do you want to do this,†Santino asked, wanting to get done with the wager as fast as he could.
â€My roommate is already unpacking so we can’t do it at my place. What about yours?â€
Santino knew for a fact that own roommate wouldn’t be there until the week after and so they decided that it would be the best place. They took a shower first however, their first sight of each other’s nudity. Santino tried not to think about it too much, knowing how much of an embarrassment it would be to have a boner among all the jocks, yet couldn’t completely avert his eyes from the hanging flesh.
â€Shy guy are always cute,†he heard someone say, making him jump. He needed not bother turning around to look at who said it however as Junior’s voice remained unmistakable. Still, he peeked casually and confirmed that the orange lizard wasn’t looking at him.  ‘At least my erection problem is gone,’ Santino thought as he finished washing himself.
After their showers, the boys immediately headed to Santino’s dorm room. He had arrived earlier in the day and had left most of the boxes around the place, ready to be unpacked. He had still taken the time to hang a poster of a movie that always cracked him up: â€Surf Nazis must Dieâ€. Locking the door for good measure, he offered Chester something to drink, who declined. By now, the strikedramon was getting nervous, and yet his friend seemed completely confident.
â€You have a nice place here,†Chester commented.
It was an idle comment, meant to lighten the mood and was taken as such, but the dragon still felt his heart jump as the gabumon sat on his bed. He was completely at a loss as to how to act and what to say. Thankfully, the large lizard had no issue taking matters into his own hands.
â€What don’t you come here and lay down,†Chester said with a smile, patting the bed as he did. Santino simply nodded and sat beside him, but the yellow lizard moved him gently, laying him on his back. â€Close your eyes,†he whispered and he did.
He could feel the reptile’s large hands on his shoulders, rubbing them vigorously, helping him reach a more zen state. The hands were surprisingly strong, bringing out all the tension he felt from the physical effort and the nervousness. Slowly, the dragon felt them move along his chest, applying pressure over his shirt and drawing circles with his thumbs. Chester had done this before and knew exactly how to move, how to bring out the maximum relaxation. And still they moved, now on to his stomach, the touch more delicate now which made Santino draw a long satisfied breath.
And then suddenly, he jumped as he felt the fingers untying his pants. Chester jumped as well and a mask of confusion shadowed his face, matching Santino’s own confusion.
â€What’s wrong?â€
â€What are you doing?â€
â€I’m untying your pants,†the gabumon replied with a goofy smile.
â€Why?â€
â€Well it’s kind of hard to give you a blowjob through the fabric you know.â€
â€You… you’re giving me a blowjob?â€Â Santino now was as lost as he ever had been.
â€Well yeah. Just like we said, we fight with a blowjob as a prize. Don’t you remember?â€
â€You mean to tell me that the winner was the one who was going to give the blowjob?!â€
â€Well actually, win or lose, I was going to give it,†he said, turning his head slightly of shyness. â€But it worked, didn’t it? I knew what I wanted and that’s exactly what I got.â€
There was no denying how weird the situation was. Santino had been played from the beginning and yet somehow, he felt the strain of nervousness leave him. He had wanted this situation and Chester was offering it to him. Even if it had been a ploy, it only meant that the strikedramon would have to respect his friend even more.
â€Alright,†Santino finally said, laying back on the bed, arms along his side as eyes closed. Once more, he felt the gabumon’s hands untying his pants and sliding them and his underwear off, letting his erection spring out into sight.
â€Sounds like someone’s happy to see me,†Chester commented as he ran his fingers along the length of it, bringing about an expected shiver of pleasure from his mate. The yellow reptile could have easily gone through with it in haste, but he wanted to savior every moment. The dragon could feel his mate’s warm breath and his heart beat just a little bit faster at the thought of what was to come.
Soon, the fingers were replaced by a rugged tongue running not only along the shaft but along his muscular stomach, his strong blue thighs and his scrotum as well. With his acute sense of smell, Chester picked up on the musk of arousal, which only made him double his efforts. He playfully nudged the cock as he licked.
After a few moments of teasing however, the gabumon was ready for more and so he ascended the phallus with his tongue once more before letting it slide inside the foreskin and tasting the sweet drizzling juices. His hands would not remain inactive either, running along the other male’s body, following the contours of his hips and feeling the sides of his butt cheeks before moving between his legs.
Chester then let the length of the cock slide slowly inside his closed muzzle, careful not to let them touch his teeth, making Santino draw breath heavily from the pleasure. He quickly started a rhythm, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, lips tightly sealed and tongue running wildly along it. Once in a while, the cock would escape him with a loud slurp sound, which only served to arouse both of them even more. The gabumon refused to keep it free for long however and it was always hastily devored again.
Santino could hardly contain himself. His toes curled at the plethora of sensations Chester was making him feel. His mind had long wandered off, leaving only a lustful beast who wanted ever more of that mouth and tongue. Unknowingly, he had wrapped his legs around his mate and pushed on his head to increase the pace ever faster. He could something powerful building in him, an orgasm upon which he still had control yet he knew that there was no resisting to the gabumon’s charms.
The strikedragon’s breathing increased, his hips now coming to meet muzzle with fierceness. And Chester only doubled his efforts, wishing nothing more than the complete satisfaction of his mate. His hands still made their rounds, now concentrated between Santino’s legs, fingers running from his scrotum to his ass hole, feeling the rigidity of his erection even so far.
And then, there were two loud moans from the blue dragon, the only foreshadowing of his imminent release. Moments later, his juices flowed freely, the first shot inside of Chester’s mouth who moved back, hands still stroking the shaft. A second shot of cum was fired, than a third and a fourth. The dragon arched his back as his felt the waves of pleasure overcome him and splatter across his chest.
And then, Santino finally let himself fall limp on the bed, completely satisfied. He looked down to see Chester, still smiling as ever and lapping the last drops of cum from the tip of his now limp penis.
â€You know that was my favourite shirt right?†Santino said after a moment. It now had several cum stains across it, contrasting with the black cloth. Not that he could be disappointed in any way from what happened. Chester had just known what buttons to press and when to press them for the most powerful result. The dragon simply felt blessed from such a meet.
â€Oopsie,†the gabumon answered with a smile as he ran his tongue once more. Nothing could get to him, he was just the happy-go-lucky type, so likable that no one could resist him, even less than social strikedramons.
           â€So what happens now?†Santino asked. â€Do I return the favor?â€
           â€No, no, this was a wager and it was well fulfilled I think. You don’t worry your pretty blue head, I’m sure we’ll find something else to bet on. In the meantime, I have to run,†he added, looking at a clock. â€My folks are supposed to come down and see me settled in. You can always call me though, extension 3186. Please call me.â€
 â€Don’t worry, I might even do it tonight.â€
           â€I’d like that,†Chester said and after one final long lick, he got up and headed out, winking one last time before disappearing in the hallway. Santino remained on the bed for a few additional moments before finally getting up to take a shower.
           ‘Looks like Chester is pretty good at making me take showers,’ he thought as he scrubbed himself. His shirt soiled, he opened another box and took out an dark orange and black one. He was surprised to find an anatomy book among his things, which he knew belonged to his brother. He had packed in such a hurry that he had not noticed it.
           ‘Might as well bring it back to him.’
           His brother having moved only across the hall from him, it was only a short walk to Giancarlo’s dorm room. Santino was surprised to discover that the door was opened however. He hastened his step, expecting to find perhaps a thief or a vandal on the premises.Â
           He couldn’t decide which would have been worst however, as instead of finding an intruder, the strikedragon found his brother impaled on the large cock of none other than Bowser Junior himself. Junior was busy licking his foot and ramming his thick meat deep inside of his brother’s tight hole while Giancarlo, completely at the mercy of the lizard, could only squirm in delight.
From the sight of things, they had been at it for a while and the flamedragon was nearing release. His head jerked for every thrust Jr. gave him, crying out with passion and soon, uttering the name of his mate, the blue dragon shot his load, coating the lizard’s neck bandana and shirt with his man juices. It wouldn’t be long before Junior would roar as well, sending his seed deep inside Giancarlo’s bowels.
Both then fell on the side in a loving embrace and it was only at that moment that Santino realised that there was more then lust here. He knew his brother, he was a really emotional guy and this sexual relationship could only mean that there was something more between them. He sighed, realising that he would now have to endure the loud mouthed jock. Yet he couldn’t fully repress a smile, as he was happy that his brother had found someone to care for, who also cared for him.
â€Hello. Enjoy the show?†Junior asked.
Not wanting to embarrass his brother more than the simple discovery of him naked, Santino implied that he had just arrived and that he only wanted to drop off the anatomy book. He exchanged a few platitudes with Junior, complimented on his brother’s physique and soon left. As far as he knew, neither of them had noticed that he had an erection at the sight of them engaged in hot, sweaty sex.
           As he walked down the hall back to his room, the memory of the phone number left by Chester come back to mind. There was no doubt that his days as a loner were coming to an end and that many adventures awaited him.
           â€This should be an interesting semester,†he thought with a smirk.