Ellen woke up to a rhythmic clop-clop-clop. She stretched out under her blanket, for a moment disoriented by the surroundings until she remembered she was at camp. Of course she'd be in the cabins. She took a look at her roommate who was pacing on the other side of the room, running his hands over himself and mumbling something along the lines of, "Coach.. gotta find coach. This is.. coach isn't here." Then stopping and bracing himself on the dresser to stare into the mirror.
Ellen had to admit she lucked out. The zebra was a good looking roommate. Definitely a jock of some sort as she watched those muscles rippling under his black and white striped hide. That similarly colored mohawk like mane that stuck up from his neck and head making him stand out. More interesting was what was swinging between his legs. Ellen always forgot how impressive equines could be down there and Zach was no slouch.
Ellen was still watching him and slowly slipped he paw down between her legs, under the waistband of her boxers to grab her cock in hand. Cock? She had a cock?! She let out a sudden shriek as reality struck home.
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Zach didn't know what was going on. Honestly, unlike his teammates he had been looking forward to this weekend. This sort of sleepaway camp he had done a lot as a kid and was eager to have a taste of it again, but this was just bizarre. What was Coach Patrick going to say when he saw him. "Coach.. gotta find coach." He muttered. But he couldn't summon up the image of his old coach, the fuzzy idea of a nerdy little mouse forming in his head instead. "This is.. coach isn't here." No, his coach, a much easier mental image of a brawny bull in a coach's uniform came to mind had let them off for the weekend to come here. Them.. one of his teammates was here. No his entire team was.
A strangled shout from behind him snapped the confusing memories into place. Elliot was not the roommate he would have picked for himself. Luckily, the orange stripped tabby cat didn't seem too awful. Though right now he was sitting naked on his bed, hyperventilating and staring at the cock between his legs like he had never seen it before. "You okay, Elliot?" No response. "El?"
Elliot's head snapped up and focused on Zach's face, then his crotch, then his face again. God the cat wasn't subtle but he was used to getting looks in the locker room. "I think?" The cat murmured, looking around in stunned silence. "Weird dreams, little disoriented is all."
Zach nodded. He would have rather been bunked up with his teammate Cameron. There was a joke on the team about them. Cameron had the balls, Zach had the bat. He had been hoping to get closer to his teammate over the weekend, hell, he even had a small crush on him, not that he would admit it. No.. he didn't, he didn't even know a Cameron. But the mental image of the raccoon dog, tanuki he corrected himself, came so easily. Especially when he looked out and saw him walking across the field from his cabin being trailed by a scrawny mouse.
That mouse had been why the two were separated. Soren thinking the puny counselor needed a guiding hand, so Zach got stuck with Elliot.
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Elle, Elliot, which was he? Either way he was calming down, his eyes going over his svelte, lean, and definitely male form. There was a spike of jealousy as he looked over to Zach's dangling monster, then down to his own rather average member, but he knew comparing himself to any equine dong was going to result in a loss for him. It was the way of the world.
To bad his roommate seemed to resent his presence a little. It wasn't like he made the assignments or anything. Zach wandered over to his bunk to get dressed and Elliot started following suit. Though he did watch in fascination as Zach tamed his monster into a jock strap then pulled on his shorts. He had an obvious bulge but no doubt it was better than it possibly sticking out the bottom of his shorts if they rode up.
Elliot decided to free ball it today, just yanking on his shorts. Zach left the cabin without waiting for Elliot and he just sighed as he grabbed his scarf and followed. Why did he suddenly think about his boyfriend being so easy to boss around compared to this zebra? He didn't have a boyfriend at the moment, did he?