He finished getting dressed quickly, but then sat on the edge of his bed, his hands between his legs, head down, almost paralyzed with indecision.
"I can't go to school like this," Jared said aloud. Even covered by his boxers and jeans, he knew that his new doggy dick remained in place.
He continued to think in rapid, scattershot bursts. He didn't have practice today. He'd made no plans with his friends and teammates. "I should be safe," he said. "Unless that weird dog-headed freak shows up again."
He reached for his backpack, walked downstairs, met his mother and brother in the kitchen, ate a hurried breakfast in silence, and escaped the house without incident except for a few weird looks Kevin cast his way.
On the drive to school, he noticed several people walking their dogs. While stopped at a traffic light, he saw one dog on a leash held by a middle-aged man about the age of his own father. As Jared watched, the male dog lifted a hind leg and peed all over a fire hydrant. He shuddered and realized he felt a normal pressure on his bladder that he experienced almost every morning. He groaned. Why hadn't he gone to the bathroom before leaving his house?
The drivers behind him blared their horns, and Jared realized the sight of the dog had caused him to zone out. He resumed his drive and arrived at the school. He ducked into the restroom before heading to his first class.
"Thank god," he thought when he found the room empty. He walked toward a urinal, but stopped abruptly. He couldn't take a chance of anyone seeing. He took one of the empty stalls and closed the doors behind him.
As he finished, he heard a door open and close, followed by footsteps on the grimy tiles.
He made sure he tucked everything away before he emerged and headed to the sinks. His breath caught when he saw Kirkland James at the closest urinal. Kirk played on the football team, so they were not teammates.
Kirk looked over toward the sinks and grinned. "Jared!"
Jared knew he should reach for a faucet, but he stared at Kirk's right hand and the big cock he held in it. Kirk gave the cock a few shakes as he finished. Zipping up, he smiled.
"Bet you've been dreaming for another chance with it, haven't you?" Kirk asked.
Jared reddened. The incident had taken place after school hours in the showers. He had lingered an extra long time on a Friday afternoon in the showers, emerging when everyone else had taken off. Or almost everyone.
Kirk had been there, his thick, muscled legs spread far apart, a tight pair of boxer-briefs doing nothing to hide a massive boner. One thing had quickly led to another. Although he had tried to tell himself it had been a one-time slip, Jared had not really stopped thinking about it.
Now, standing only a few feet away from the big football jock, he almost wanted to get on his knees then and there.
Perhaps Kirk could tell.
"Meet me in the parking lot after school," Kirk ordered with a smirk. "We'll go somewhere and let you get reacquainted."
Jared felt his doggy dick emerge from its sheath. "Maybe some other time..."
"Today, bitch," Kirk snapped at the smaller baseball jock as he walked toward him. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Kirk..." Jared began to formulate an excuse.
The big football jock suddenly grabbed between Jared's legs for a grope, despite the fact they were standing in the middle of the boys room where anyone could enter unannounced. Jared felt him squeeze his doggy dick boner. "Thought so," Kirk said. "You be there, Webster."
"Yes," Jared promised in a soft voice.
"Yes, what?" Kirk demanded with a smirk.
"Yes, sir," Jared said in a strangled whisper.
Kirk left Jared to run cold water over his hands. One part of his brain hated that smirk on Kirk's face, but another part of his brain...
He felt his doggy dick hard and rigid in his pants. He splashed some of the cold water on his face.
It took five minutes to get things back under control so he could get to his first class, late, with a verbal reproof from the teacher for his tardiness. In his feeling of overwhelming subserviency, Jared couldn't even think of a smart-ass retort. Instead, he heard himself meekly apologizing to Mr. Diego, his teacher.
"Just don't let it happen again," Mr. Diego said. The teacher smiled at Jared's docile, well-mannered behavior.
Jared slumped into his desk and worried about Kirk's demand that he meet him after school.