Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2020 01:18:23 +0200
From: Proxxy Flox <proxxyflox@gmx.com>
Subject: Choose Your Fate, Chapter 6

CHOOSE YOUR FATE
By FloxPublishing

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Chapter 6: The Pack

When I got home after classes, I found Chester lounging on the couch
destroying an online opponent on the video game he was playing. "Hey, man,"
I dropped my stuff off in my room before flopping down next to him. "Miss
me?" He joked and I played along. "How could I not miss this?" I gestured
all over his stretched out body including a bag of chips on the table he
had devoured. "What? Anything to distract me from my blue balls." He
scratched his bulge, alluding to the outline of a size I still could not
comprehend. His nonchalance startled me even more. I learned his date had
rescheduled last minute, leaving Chester all alone in the apartment last
night. "Need the place to yourself again? I offered, hoping Jack and Dave
would take me in for another night. "No, I'm not gonna kick you out, bud."
He ruffled my hair. "Another day, another shot." Whatever that meant.

I got up and walked into the bathroom. Suddenly, I felt something wet and
slimy under my bare foot. I tentatively felt around with my toes before I
saw I'd stepped into a pair of Chester's boxers on the floor. My foot was
stuck in a layer of a gooey, slimy substance. I realized the entire shorts
were soaked in the substance and before I had a chance to hop over it, I
slipped and fell backwards, the slimy boxers flung through the air before
landing on my shins. "Eww!" Was my instinctive response not sure how to
touch it to get it off my lower leg. Chester was alerted by the noise and
popped his head into the bathroom. He laughed at the sight of me sitting on
the floor, my face disgusted at his wet underwear sticking to my legs. "Did
you just fall?" "I slipped on...this. Is it... you know?" "Relax, man,"
Chester laughed it off. He snatched the underwear off of me and rolled it
up into a soggy ball. I shook my legs as a thin layer of residue began to
dry. "Is that? Did you?" I was lost for words. "No, no. Chill out,
Finn. It's just pre. I kinda got a bit excited last night. Didn't even
finish." "That was from last night? But it's all over it. The thing is
soaked! How can you have so much...?" I was out of breath. Chester chuckled
as he rinsed his underwear in the sink. "I just have a lot going on down
there." He humped the sink, grinding on the ceramic for a moment and
shrugged with a guilty grin that sent a shiver down my spine. He extended
his hand to help me to my feet. I swear I saw his bulge throb for a moment
before I took his hand. Before he stepped out, he offered one last piece of
advice. "Oh, you might want to hop in the shower and wash this off. Don't
want to let it get to you. Strong stuff. Kinda look like a fly in a
spider's web. Sorry." He pulled the door shut and I looked down on my
legs. A small patch had dried into a faint shimmer on my shins. I shook
some more, not wanting to believe I had my roommate's spunk, or pre-spunk,
over my legs. I turned on the shower to get it off as quickly as possible
when I felt a light tingling on my legs. I was sure it was just my
imagination but somehow it fascinated me. The fact that my roomie had
drenched his entire underwear in copious amounts of pre-cum alone almost
made me believe he would be able to make a condom overflow when he shot. I
stripped off and touched the dried patch on my legs. Where his underwear
had touched me, a thin layer was now flaking off as it had dried up. It
felt incredibly gross to me as it had fused with the soft hairs on my
legs. I looked at the substance as I watched it rinse off in the shower. As
water hit it, it slowly washed away in slimy strings. So different from
mine; I never had a lot of pre nor had I ever spent a lot of time
investigating it. Yet, curious and investigative, I reached for the last
glob with my hand and touched it with my fingers. I watched it form a tiny
string between my finger tips before it washed away. It was like I was in a
trance just feeling the smooth and slippery texture. I imagined how it
would allow skin to slip over skin, lowering resistance as it slipped
gradually towards it goal. As I watched the last residue rinse off into the
drain, I slowly came to. I shook out of the state of passive sensation and
noticed I had sprung a pulsing boner. Before my mind even cleared
completely, my dick began to throb as I erupted into an orgasm that took my
breath away. A wave of pleasure washed over me as I shot a load so intense
it hit the shower wall with a thud. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations
that I sank to my knees, giving into the pleasure taking over me. I
couldn't hold back a soft moan that knocked the air out of me as I watched
my dick throb to expel the last few drops of cum. I traced the strings of
cum in the drain, wondering if some of it mixed with Chester's pre I had
washed off, knowing my pleasure wasn't wholly my own doing. I was drained
and weak but oddly craving more sensation and stimulation. When my hand
finally made contact with the tip of my penis, however, I shuddered at the
electric feeling, too intense to handle as it shrunk a little. I sat for a
while under the running water, wondering where this sudden spell had come
from, how snuck past my defenses like that and made me surrender to
pleasure like never before.

It took me a while to clean up myself and the shower, making sure Chester
wouldn't walk into a mess--or any evidence of my experiences. When I walked
out, Chester only greeted me with a funky, "Have fun?" I was
flustered. "Just messing with you. You took like an hour." I relaxed a
bit. "Just making sure I got all of your funk off of me." He laughed
somewhat contented, "Never heard this from a guy."

Unfortunately for Chester, when his date showed that night it was a rinse
and repeat of the last few at first. From my room, I heard him come in with
the girl but judging by the her immediate reaction, she probably got cold
feet as soon as she touched his bulge through his pants. All I could hear
was a determined "Not even close. No way I'll let you wreck me with that."
He didn't even put up much of a game as she wasn't going to give him as
much as a handjob if I had to place a bet. Somehow, though, he managed to
convince her to stay and watch a movie and soon she appeared to have second
thoughts as I heard her say something along the lines of, "what a
shame. You're so hot after all." They seemed to get closer and I fell
asleep sometime in the middle of the boring make out session that
followed. I woke to loud moans from the girl in the living room. I was
confused but somewhat happy she seemed to have found a way to enjoy their
hookup after all. She moaned some more and from the sounds of it he was
fucking her brains out in full gear. Suddenly, she stopped and in a hurried
thump, she pushed him away again. "Too much, I'm so sorry." "It was only
the tip." I heard Chester, alluring as ever. "It's not even fully hard,
look," he seemed so proud but she sounded horrified. "Just lick it for
me. I'm already close to full mast." She ran out of objections as she
seemed to move closer again. "Oh, that... smell," she sounded weak. "Take
it in. Inhale it. Give in. Just one lick, be mine," there was Chester's
hypnotizing tone again. I was sure it must have been working on the girl,
too, as I was certainly getting hard in my room. If only I would have a
chance to take out a girl soon and try my best to make her feel pleasure
like that. I almost decided to take notes, planning on using these lines on
a date once I'd found the confidence. Pretending to learn from my roommate
helped me feel less guilty for sporting a boner just by listening in on his
conquests. Even though I was sure he wouldn't have cared much judging by
his unwavering confidence. A sloppy noice ensued but was soon followed by a
shriek of disgust, "it's so... wet." "I can't help it. You're hot, babe,
that's all on you. So close. Just... ugh... lick it" I was glued to his
every word but soon she pushed away again and Chester sighed. "Gross. I
won't drown in your slobber. It's all over me." "Just a little longer, I'm
on the edge, please. Taste it just once." Even I was thinking, please just
put the man out of his misery. But she didn't care anymore. "No." Another
sight before she shuffled to get her clothes. A long silence, only clothes
slipping on. "I understand," Chester said in a disappointed but still sweet
voice. "Shame. You're hot and caring. What a waste." "Need me to take you
home?" "No, you get cleaned up, I'll call a cab." She kissed him on the
cheek or forehead and headed out. Chester cussed not a second after the
door closed.

When she left, I thought about pretending to head to the bathroom to offer
some company if he needed it but Chester seemed to have transitioned to yet
another jerk off session right there in the living room. After a few
violent strokes, though, his efforts subsided with a simple "not the same."
What a bummer! I couldn't sleep and after the living room had sounded quiet
for a while, I dared a trip to the bathroom after all. Chester was asleep
on the couch in his underwear. His hairy chest heaving under his breath. I
walked over to grab a blanket from the edge of the couch when I noticed a
huge wet spot on Chester's boxers. Only then, did I notice the smell in the
room. It was a war zone of hormones and pheromones. The closer I got to
Chester, the stronger it got. The closer I stepped, the more my knees
trembled, like I was treading on forbidden grounds. I still couldn't
believe how huge his bulge looked, even bigger under the wet spot in the
dark. It was really getting chilly so I threw a blanket throw over Chester
and finally headed to the bathroom. When I came back, I saw he had wrapped
himself in it completely. I almost stepped into a used condom which the
couple had tossed on the floor. It was filled and overflowing with a clear
and gooey liquid. From what I could tell, it was Chester's insane amounts
of precum. Before I could think, I was drawn in by the sight and I almost
touched the wet mess out of curiosity. I felt queasy like I had earlier
when I had slipped on Chester's boxers. Just as my fingers were about to
touch the mucusy liquid, Chester shifted on the couch and I jumped. I
didn't even remember approaching the condom and was more than glad I hadn't
touched it. Gross! When I slipped into my own bed, I was once again hard as
a rock. Once again, I couldn't bring myself to jerk off out of solidarity
for Chester and fell asleep thinking about how I could get as smooth with
girls as Chester for I was sure I wouldn't have girls run away thinking I'd
be too big or too wild.

I tried my best to comfort and distract Chester in these trying times as he
seemed more irritated than usual. He'd been closer than ever to reclaiming
his position as an alpha male on the hockey team and I knew how much it
must mean to him. I surprised him with pancakes--I'd texted Dave for his
recipe--and Chester, in return, quickly changed into a dry pair of boxers,
removed the condom and cleaned the mess before I would notice. I never
admitted I'd seen it anyway the night before, nor did I want Chester to
know I'd almost touched it when curiosity got the better of me. Thank
goodness, there was always some school assignment complicated enough for me
to ask for his help, which seemed to do the trick. Deep down he could be a
bit of a nerd when he tried hard enough.

"Screw dates, tonight is about having fun," Chester proclaimed on the
morning of Halloween, which conveniently fell on a Friday. I was glad to
see he was doing better and agreed to come to a party with him and the
hockey team. "Maybe we'll even find girls crazy enough to come home with
us," I said, mostly trying to cheer him up. Chester sounded confident once
again, "Tonight we're on the hunt." We'd be out on a hunt as a pack and I
was part of it. I was proud they let me come along and learn from the top
dogs. After all, it was only fitting Chester had agreed to wear the costume
I'd picked out for him, surely he'd be the most terrifying monster out that
night: a Werewolf!