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Flipping the Jock for Heru by Draconicon

Harold shuddered as he heard the door open and the slow padding of the doberman's footsteps across the locker room floor. The smaller mouse slowly turned around, watching as his nemesis walked around the edge of the aisle, the usual cocky grin dominating Kyle's face. He slowly nodded at him.

"Hey."

"Hey, nerd. You know what time it is?"

Considering the bulge already forming in the doberman's jock, it was pretty clear what time Kyle wanted it to be. The mouse groaned, remembering all the other times this week that the dog had made him suck that thick cock.

"Come on, class is over. I want to go home."

"And if I had a date tonight, you'd be going. But with me striking out with the ladies lately, you got a job to do. Unless you wanna get locked in your locker until the janitor comes and gets you out."

The mouse shuddered at the mere thought of that. He'd only tested Kyle on it once, and the doberman was as good as his word. Locked away for hours, he'd been a shivering, quivering wreck by the time that he'd been found. He hadn't ratted out the dog, but that was only because he was too worried about whether they'd believe him. Not to mention how his family would react if they found out that he was sucking dick.

Kyle sat down on one of the benches, grinning as he pulled at the edge of his jockstrap. The edge of his shaft was already showing from his sheath, getting harder by the second as it started pushing upwards.

"Come on, slut. I know you mice always love this. Ain't gay with a mouse, after all; you guys suck dick like the rest of us breathe air."

You are despicable, Harold thought as he slowly went to his knees, making his way to the other side of the aisle. The only saving grace of this was that he wasn't going to be caught; the coach and the other students were already long gone, and they wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. They were alone, completely private.

But that only made it worse, at least for him. Kyle always had some quip about how mice were all naturally gay, that there wasn't anything wrong with getting a faggot to suck him off, that it wasn't gay unless he was the one sucking or getting fucked.

As the mouse's nose bumped into the doberman's crotch, Harold got a good whiff of the musky funk that hung around the canine's genitals. Sweat and who knew what else combined together to create a mind-numbing scent that left him groaning. Even if he had been straight, the mouse doubted that he would have cared for long down here.

He pulled the jockstrap down, exposing the massive cock and the balls that hung beneath, so full and bigger than his fist. Harold lifted them in both hands, then let them drop again, the hefty weight making the jock groan.

"Go on, boy, get to work. I ain't got all night."

And I don't have that much patience, the mouse thought as he looked over the doberman's body. It was a shame, too. If Kyle had been at all pleasant, he wouldn't have minded playing around, particularly if the dog had been willing to switch things up now and then. That big, rounded ass and the inviting hole between those muscled cheeks was very inviting.

Of course, Kyle only topped...but maybe he could change that.

As he stroked the thick cock, the mouse slowly lowered his head further than usual. Drifting past the heavy balls, he brought his nose to Kyle's taint, and continued further, further down. He gently pushed at the jock's stomach, making the dog chuckle.

"What do you think you're doing, mouse? My cock's up here."

"I got something else you might like."

"You ain't gonna try anything too gay, are ya?"

"Depends. How do you like the idea of someone rimming you?"

The doberman tensed up, and Harold really, really hoped that he hadn't taken it too far. The last thing he needed was for the canine to kick him out now. Of course, it would mean that he didn't have to keep servicing the jerk, but it also meant he might be outed. Maybe he should have -

"Fine, but I'm keeping an eye on you, man. Don't go sticking any fingers down there. Tongue only, got it?"

"Yeah, no...no problem."

Kyle leaned back as the mouse gave him a gentle push, and that pucker was revealed in all its glory. Harold had gotten a chance to see it a few times during the class showers, but he hadn't gotten this sort of up-close look before. The hole was nice and tight, almost untouched looking, and the mouse wanted to get his cock inside it more than ever. If he was smart, he might just get that tonight.

Pushing his muzzle in between the muscled, musky cheeks, the mouse dug his tongue into that hole and started licking it. The immediate throb through the doberman's cock told him that Kyle liked it, no matter what he might say about how 'gay' it was.

He lapped over it, dragging his tongue up and down over the twitching orifice. It started clenching against his tongue almost immediately, as if trying to grab it anytime that he put any pressure on the hole. It was almost amusing, particularly as he could feel his tormentor leaking pre like crazy.

"Geez...how does...you do this often?"

Harold shook his head, continuing the tongue-assault on the doberman's ass. The ass cheeks squeezed at the sides of his head, keeping his muzzle pinned in place as he licked that hole again and again. The taste of sweat and a bit of something else left him groaning, his own cock getting harder by the second inside his jock. The temptation to just jump up and take the canine now was getting stronger and stronger, but he resisted. He needed to make sure that Kyle wasn't just going to kick him off.

So he started gently prodding the dog's hole with his tongue. Not just licking, but pushing. Each little nudge stopped as soon as he felt Kyle get a bit tense, and he would go back to licks for a bit, but as soon as Kyle was relaxed again, he went back to the gentle pressure.

All through the rimming, he could hear the dog moaning and groaning in pleasure. The thought that his tormentor was going to lose his cherry tonight, to someone that he'd been getting to suck him off for a week and a half already, was something that enticed the mouse to no end.

Soon, he managed to slip his tongue past the relaxed pucker. He felt the hole squeeze down on him immediately, and he froze, letting Kyle get used to it. He brought both hands over his head, blindly squeezing and stroking that thick cock above him and getting his fingers soaked in pre. He just had to keep the doberman relaxed, and then he'd be fine. He wouldn't get beat up, and he'd get his fun.

And just like he'd expected, soon Kyle loosened up around his tongue, the canine's ass opening up as the mouse pulled his tongue back. A little bit of spit oozed from the hole to the floor as Harold pulled his jock down surreptitiously.

"What...what did you do?"

"Just giving your ass proper attention."

"Yeah, proper...just do some more...that feels so fucking good."

Heh, if you think that's good, you haven't felt anything yet. The mouse smirked as he leaned down again, licking the hole a few times as he drooled onto his fingers. He knew that Kyle had said none of that, but he figured that the dog was about ready.

After three more licks and one more thrust of his tongue, he brought his finger up. Kyle shuddered, but didn't push him away, even as the mouse circled the hole with his finger before sliding it in. Hell, Kyle even moaned out loud, his cock stiffening all the more and throbbing to the gentle thrusts from the mouse's finger.

"I...I thought I said -"

"I don't think what you say matters anymore."

With the quickness his species was famous for, Harold leaped to his feet and grabbed hold of the doberman's legs. Shoving them up in the air fast and hard, he kept the dog off balance as he lined his cock up with Kyle's ass. He ground against the slickened hole as Kyle blushed, looking up at him in confusion.

"What -"

"I'm not the bitch anymore. You are."

Harold slammed his cock in, even as Kyle held up a hand to beg him to stop. The mouse was too needy, too desperate to get at that hole now. Nothing short of a miracle was going to stop him now. As he rutted the canine beneath him, he heard Kyle start moaning with him. It was like the jock was...enjoying this?

The mouse looked down at him again, and sure enough, the doberman's cock was throbbing as hard as ever, and Kyle's eyes were closed, his body rocking as he was fucked hard. That hole didn't try to hold him out, but instead seemed like it was sucking him in, begging him for more, for a harder fuck.

So Harold gave the dog what his body wanted.

Unfortunately, he was so pent up that he couldn't last long. The mouse managed to keep fucking the doberman for about a minute before he collapsed over him, pumping his seed deep into the canine's hole. He felt Kyle's cock throbbing under his stomach, and groaned as he realized that he was being coated with the doberman's cum as well. He'd need a shower before he could get dressed now.

As he came down from his orgasm, he realized that the dog hadn't pushed him away yet. Harold slowly looked up, and saw a giddy looking jock looking back down at him.

"I think...I think I might be..."

"Gay?"

"Well...I liked that a lot."

Bi, then, at least, the mouse thought.

"So, you like getting fucked up the ass?"

"Well...I guess so."

Harold couldn't help but chuckle. This big guy, taller than him, more muscular, bigger and badder and definitely better endowed, was a bottom boi? Who would have thought? Definitely not him.

As he pulled out, he reached out a hand to help the dog to his feet. Despite walking the dog towards the showers without any animosity, he was already considering what other fun he might have with this information.

The End