m/m Little Mouse - Part One

[londonboy]

(Inspired by a friend in the U.S. Pacific Northwest. You know who you are).

“Come on, Mouse, I don’t have all night.  I have to meet Janice in about an hour.”

 

“Matt, I’ve asked you not to call me that.  All the other guys in Delta Kappa are calling me that, now.  Call me Michael, okay – you know - so they will.”

 

“Sorry, squirt.  You’re just too small to call anything else but Mouse.  Now quit your jabbering - are we going to do this or not?”

 

“Yeah, we are.  I thought you were going to call it off with Janice, though.  That’s what you told me last week.”

 

“Um . . . I did?  Oh yeah, after the keg party – must have been the beer talking.  Well yeah . . . yeah, I’m going to do that soon.  I promise.   I mean, she’s not the one for me, that’s for sure.  She won’t let me go all the way with her, so I gotta move on.  And then there’s your hot little mouth, Mouse.  I mean you’ll suck me off any time I want, right?  That’s the problem, though - this way I don’t mind if Janice never puts out.  I get my cake and eat it, too.  But . . . um, sure . . . I can end it with Janice someday – but there’s something kind of cool about keeping our little bromance a secret, right.  I mean, come on.  I’m the captain of the wrestling team and you’re . . . well, you’re Mouse.  Now, come on and get me off.  Remember, not as much teeth as last week, dude.  I don’t want to have to explain the marks to anyone in the locker room.”

 

Matt grabbed the back of Michael’s head with both hands and led the guy’s mouth to his hard cock.  It wasn’t a romantic moment, Matt hadn’t even pulled his pants down all the way – it was just a quickie so the big guy could get his rocks off.  It was soon over and Michael was again instantly disappointed by both the lack of emotion and the amount of cum.  One quick swallow and the wrestler was done.  Matt pushed the smaller guy away and zipped up his pants – satisfied and ready to forget what just happened.

 

“Remember, Mouse.  This thing we have going on is our little secret.  It wouldn’t look good for me to be tied to someone so . . . um, small, okay?”

 

“Sure, Matt.  Whatever you say.  But you’re still gonna choose me as your little brother, aren’t you?”

 

“Of course I am, little man.  I mean, it’s really up to the fraternity to appoint big brothers, but I’ll try and request you.  Just don’t be disappointed if they assign you to someone else.  You’ll be happy with any guy you get, though, right?  Now, wipe my juice from your face, get your clothes on, and head back to your dorm so I can go meet Janice.  Make sure none of the other brothers are in the hallway when you leave.  Let’s get moving, Mouse.”

 

“Remember, once you’re my big brother, no more Mouse.  Okay, Matt?”

 

“We’ll see, little Mouse.  Now move!  I heed to go get some kisses from my girl.”

 

“How come we never kiss, Matt?”

 

“I’ve told you this a hundred times, Mouse.  I don’t kiss guys.  I just use that mouth of yours to get off.  You’re happy because you get my cock down your throat and I’m happy because I get some relief for my blue balls.  It’s a great arrangement.  And I’m not cheating on Janice.  Now skedaddle and make yourself invisible as you leave.”

 

Michael walked across campus in the cool evening with mixed emotions.  When he was with the beefy wrestler he felt more alive than he ever did at other times – mainly because Matt’s muscles made him constantly hard.  But there was something in the lack of intimacy that made Michael long for more.  Matt was the most popular guy in Delta Kappa – as well as the biggest – and he had taken a shining to the smaller guy from the first night of rush week.  The hunky confident wrestler was the main reason Michael had pledged this specific fraternity – possibly the only reason.  The blowout party the night guys became pledges had been magical.  Matt was drunk as hell and had a fight with his girlfriend.  Michael had gone up to the big man’s room to check on him and one thing led to another and before you knew it, the wrestler’s cock was out and waving in front of Michaels face.   It had been love at first suck.  In his drunken state, Matt had poured on the compliments to the little guy’s oral abilities.  Michael was ready to check out china patterns ten minutes later as he rested his head on the passed-out wrestler’s beefy pecs.  They had clearly made love so this union was definitely destined to last forever.  That had been about a month ago and these little ‘secret meetings’ had been happening every two or three days.  Michael was beginning to notice the relationship, however, seemed a little lopsided.  The pledge had a lot of questions. 

 

I wonder why he never sucks me off?  He says it’s because he’s the bigger guy, but I’m not sure that’s how it works.  He sometimes allows me to beat off while I touch his body, but that’s only been a few times.  I really wish I had more experience with this dating stuff.  And when is he finally going to call it quits with Janice and tell everyone about us?

 

“Well, if it isn’t the little Mouse.”

 

“What’s up, Kenny?  Don’t call me that.  My name’s Michael.”

 

“Not until big Matt Wilson says it is, dude.  He’s given you a nickname and the entire school follows his lead.”

 

Kenny Lytton was also a freshman and happened to be pledging Delta Kappa, too.  Michael didn’t particularly like the guy, he was arrogant and sometimes a bully, but since they’d one day be fraternity brothers he tried his best to put up with him.  Kenny reminded Michael of a poisonous snake – slithering around you until it sees where best to strike.

 

“Well, you could be your own person and do something different.”

 

“Yeah, I could . . . but I won’t, Mouse.  So, who’s your first choice for big brother?”

 

“As a matter of fact, I’m planning on putting Matt down as my only choice.”

 

“Ouch!  Not a good plan, Mouse, not a good plan.  One, you should never put all of your eggs in one basket and secondly, didn’t you hear – Matt’s not eligible to be anyone’s big brother.  He’s technically not a student.  Yeah, they’ve got him on the books and all, but that’s just so he can be on the wrestling team.  It seems he’s on the seven year or eight year plan and the school has rules about that stuff.  So, he’s able to take a class here or there, just so he can wrestle, but he’s technically not part of the system.  The Delta Kappa’s aren’t allowed to let him be involved in the frat’s business.  Sorry, little fella.”

 

“You’re making this up.  That’s just cruel, Kenny.”

 

“Nope, all true.  Scout’s honor.  Of course, I was never a scout, but what the hell.  Besides, I know it’s for sure because I was going to put him down as my first choice and the dweeb pledge director, Scott, informed me I couldn’t.  Don’t worry, though, Mouse.  I’ve heard one of the members has already talked to Scott about assigning you to him.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Dough-boy, Tommy Cole.”

 

“Get outta here!  You’re definitely making that up.  I don’t even know the guy.”

 

“Wait and see, Mouse . . . wait and see.”

 

Michael stood in front of his dorm as Kenny slithered away – almost hissing with an evil chuckle.  The immediate thought that consumed Michael was how sure he was that Matt already knew he couldn’t be assigned as his big brother – yet he didn’t say a thing.  It crossed his mind that maybe Matt was just trying to protect him – not wanting him to be disappointed way in advance of the assignment ceremony.  The other option  - that Matt just didn’t care – hurt too much, so Michael went with his first theory.  Secondly, Michael turned his thoughts to Tommy Cole.  He barely knew the guy and he was sure he had never spoken more than two words to him – and vice versa.  They had nothing in common.  Tommy was a junior political science major and was basically a loner.  Michael didn’t like to be cruel, but Tommy was – as Kenny had put it – a dough-boy.  He was about fifty pounds overweight and never took care of himself.  His clothes always looked slept in and the guy had really greasy hair.  Michael immediately stopped this train of thought.  He, of all people, was in no place to judge anyone.  Michael stood only five-two and barely weighed one hundred and ten pounds.  He forced himself to not think any more unflattering thoughts about Tommy.  He did, however, continue to wonder why the guy was interested in being his big brother.

 

**********

 

“Mouse, I didn’t tell you I couldn’t be your big brother because I didn’t want you to get upset.  Okay?  I hate it when you’re upset.”

 

“No you don’t – you couldn’t care less.”

 

“Well, that’s usually true, but this time I did care.  You’ll get a good big brother don’t worry about it.  I hear Tommy Cole is interested.  That would be . . . you know . . . okay.”

 

“I don’t even know him.”

 

“Well, you can get to know him over the next few months.  That’s what having a big brother is all about.  Hey, listen, since you came all the way over here this morning to talk to me . . . I was wondering if . . . you know . . . you’d like to do some magic with that mouth of yours.  Janice got me worked up something awful last night and I woke up with the most painful morning wood ever.  How ‘bout I fuck your face before I go lift.  It would help me let off some steam and then build all these muscles you love so much.”

 

“Are you kidding me, Matt?  After you basically lied to me about being my big brother.  And, by the way, that was like the most unromantic proposition I’ve ever heard.  Can’t you for once think in advance and say something you think I’d like to hear!”

 

Matt didn’t say a word.  He just smiled and reached down to grab the hem of his t-shirt.  In one swift move he had the thing off his big body and he was bouncing his pecs while he flexed his right gun.  He knew he didn’t have to say a thing – he could leave the romance for the dweebs.  He knew what Mouse liked and he knew he had the goods to please the little guy.  Matt’s chest rolled up and down like many of the internet guys Michael loved jerking off to.  The big pecs tightened hard and bulged majestically.  Matt was especially proud of his big chest – the way it pushed out his shirts in a way that made it clear he was built.  He was also aware that Mouse was a gun guy.  The little squirt loved Matt’s arms and the big man always knew a few biceps flexes could make Mouse hard as hell – just as they were right now.  Michael didn’t even try to hide his growing boner – he was too entranced by the big wrestlers arm.  

 

“Come on, Mousey.  I need some relief this morning.  That hot little mouth of yours will give me so much pleasure.  I’ll even let you kiss my big gun and nuzzle my pit.  Last time we did that you squirted without even touching yourself.  What do you say, little fella – let me slam my cock down that throat of yours.  Think of it as me supplementing your breakfast with a little protein.  Big Matt needs to get off, Mouse.  He needs to get off in a big way.  Don’t you want to help this big ole muscleman?”

 

Michael realized that this was the closest to being romantic the big guy was ever going to get.  He also understood his own inability to say no to muscles.  The rolling pecs, the swelling big biceps, and the way Matt liked to talk about himself was always enough to make Michael lose all control over his thoughts and actions.  He knew he was a muscle pig and he simply embraced the role.  He walked over to the much larger Matt and fell to his knees.  Within thirty seconds Matt had rammed his dick down Michael’s throat and busted out one of his less-than-stellar wads.  Michael could help but feeling a little short-changed.  Matt immediately pulled his shirt back on and was grabbing his keys as Michael got up off his knees.  

 

“Listen, little Mouse.  That was awesome.  Thanks a lot.  I know I promised a little muscle show, but you know I can’t be late for lifting.  I’ll let you have a little extra few minutes of groping the next time we get together – you know, to make up for it.  Now, wait five minutes after I leave and check to make sure there’s no one in the hall when you head out.  Just lock the door behind you.  Oh, and no smelling my jocks after I’m gone.  You know how that freaks me out.  I’ll see you later on at the big brother assignment ceremony.  You’ll get the person you deserve, don’t worry.  That’s how it always works.  Remember, it’s not like whoever gets you is getting the cream of the crop of pledges, you know?  So, just be happy with the guy that asks for you.  Oh, and too much teeth again today.  You gotta remember I don’t like that.”

 

And then Matt was out the door.  Michael stood there dumbfounded and hurt.  Did the big wrestler not ever stop to think about what he was saying?  Did he not hear himself?  And how the hell long does it take to let a guy kiss an arm and run his nose through a pit?  It’s not like the weight room was going anywhere.  Michael was fighting back the tears.  This was turning out to be the worst day ever.  He had come over that morning to end this  . . . this whatever the thing with Matt was called and, yet, he had succumbed to his desires once again and let himself be used as a cum depository.  It wasn’t even a satisfying amount of cum!  He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands – trying hard to not give into the urge to pick up a discarded jockstrap flung to one of the corners of the room.  He loved the smell of Matt’s sweat – since it reminded him of the big man’s muscles.  Sometimes, there was even the whiff of pre-cum, since Matt was notorious for leaking heavily as he lifted weights.   There was something about pushing heavy stuff around that made the big man hard as hell and caused droplets of his juice to sputter out.  These thoughts made Michael realize he was still painfully hard from his encounter with Matt.  He contemplated, momentarily, jerking off on Matt’s bed – spilling his seed all over the rumpled sheets in retaliation, but, as usual, he chickened out.  One of the downsides of being so small is that you rarely did anything bold or confrontational. Michael merely went to the door, peered out into the hall, and left, locking the thing behind him. 

 

**********

 

Everyone was starting to gather in the large hall of the Delta Kappa house.  Soon, it would be time for the pledge director to announce big brother – little brother assignments.  There was a palpable excitement in the room – caused by the anticipation of assignments as well as the fact that there were two kegs.  Michael entered the hall a few minutes before eight, the bewitching hour, and noticed Matt in the midst of a big group of guys over by the beer.  Drinking always made the big wrestler horny as hell, so Michael figured he’d be servicing him later on that night.  Matt noticed him as soon as he came in and walked over to the keg.

 

“What’s up little Mouse?  Getting excited about finding out your big brother?”

 

A few of the guys around Matt took his lead and said hello – making sure to call Michael by his nickname.  Matt spoke loudly and jovially – to make sure no one figured out there was something going on between the two of them.  All of this made Michael feel even smaller than he really was.  He contemplated leaving – not wanting to be in the crowd on this particular night, but the thought of getting to lay beside Matt’s big body later on got the best of him and so he started moving to a corner of the room that seemed empty.

 

“Good evening, Michael.”

 

At first, the little guy almost didn’t recognize his own name.  It had been so long since one of the guys in the house had used it.  He stopped and turned toward the voice, seeing Tommy Cole standing against the wall with a beer in his hand.  As usual, the guy’s shirt was a mess and his hair seemed greasier than ever.  Michael forced these negative thoughts out of his head, again, and stepped toward the guy.

 

“Hello, Tommy.  How are you?”

 

“I’m good, man.  And you?”

 

“Very good.  I’ve got a beer so I’m feeling content.”

 

“Here’s another big man’s beer for you, Mouse.  What’s up TC?”

 

Suddenly, Matt was there with a second cup for Michael and it was quite clear that he was forcing his presence on the two guys – just to make sure Michael didn’t get any wild ideas that he belonged to anyone else.  As unhealthy as it was, it kind of turned the little guy on to know that big Matt Wilson was worried that Tommy and Michael might become so close that he’d be out of the picture.  Of course, deep down, Michael knew the big man was really only worried about not having a little guy to suck him off, but it was good to imagine the situation differently.  To actually think that Matt was jealous of his guy talking to some other dude.  

 

“You know, his name is Michael, Matt, and mine is Tommy . . . not TC.”

 

“Aw, come on, TC, you know I give everyone pet names.  What’s the big deal?  It means I like you.  Besides, Mouse loves his pet name, right Mouse?  He knows he’s got a special place with me.  You know, like you used to – before you got so overweight and started not caring about the way you look.  We used to be good pals, you and me, TC – but then you went all weird.  If I could have had another little brother tonight, the two of you would have ended up being fraternity siblings.  Aw, don’t look so surprised, Michael.  TC used to be a lot different.  It was a given fact that he would choose me as his big brother.  If the school hadn’t fucked everything up, you’d be my little brother, too.  Look at us, kind of like one big happy family.  Well, drink up, boys, it’s going to be a fun night.  Mouse, I hope you choose a good runner-up big bro.  Stop by my room later on, I’ve got something that’s going to need attention.”

 

Matt winked at Michael as he took a big swig of his beer.  He then sauntered away, making sure he tensed his arms to entrance his little Mouse.  He also rolled his massive chest under his fraternity t-shirt, making the Delta Kappa letters move up and down.  For a few brief seconds Michael was lost in the glow of the big man and the thought of feeling all that hard beef.  He slowly became aware that Tommy was staring at him.  He took a sip of beer and then turned to face the guy.  There was an awkward silence that finally made Michael say something.

 

“Um . . . I had no idea he was your big brother.”

 

“Size turn you on, Michael?  Would you like to be big like Matt.?”

 

The question caught Michael by surprise – coming out of almost nowhere.  He could tell by the look on Tommy’s face that the dude was completely serious, but it just seemed like an odd question.  The uneasiness of the situation, however, made Michael answer quickly and truthfully.

 

“Who wouldn’t?”

 

“Indeed, who wouldn’t?  Or more importantly, who would give if up if they had it?”

 

“I guess no one.”

 

Michael was a little uncomfortable with the conversation – especially since Tommy’s thoughts seemed to be somewhere else.  It was as if he were thinking about something pretty important and trying to have a conversation with Michael at the same time.  The smaller guy contemplated walking away.  He could go join Matt and the others around the keg, but that plan was interrupted.

 

“What if I could help you be big, Michael?”

 

“Um . . . excuse me?”

 

“What if I could help you be big – you know, like Matt.”

 

“Well, I’m not sure that’s even possible…”

 

“But what if it was?”

 

“I . . . uh . . . I guess I’d say . . . yes.  I mean, if we’re playing the imagination game and all, I’d tell you that I’d say a definite yes to being big.”

 

“That’s what I hoped you’d say, Michael.”

 

“But all of this is even crazier than thinking you’re going to win the lottery, you know?”

 

“Sometimes, someone wins the lottery, Michael.  But remember, it’s always the someone that has bought a ticket.  We each have to take the first step.  Please remember me when you are making choices later on tonight.”

 

After his last statement Tommy walked away.  He didn’t even look back.  He strolled to the other side of the hall and sat down at a table with four or five other guys.  Michael was definitely glad the bizarre dude had moved on.  The conversation had been beyond weird.  Michael was still trying to figure out what it all meant, but he definitely got the gist of the last part – the line about remembering Tommy when he made decisions.  Tommy was making it clear that he wanted to be Michael’s big brother.  That was definitely not happening, now.  Not after such a bizarre conversation.  Michael was baffled, yes, but, at the same time, there was also something germinating in his mind – something fueled by the fact that Tommy was the only guy in the fraternity to call him by his real name.  Everyone else followed big Matt’s lead and called him Mouse, but Tommy always used his real name.  Michael’s confused thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he sensed a large object beside him.  

 

“God, I can already feel the tip of my cock pressing into the back of your throat, little Mouse.”

 

“You were mean to Tommy.”

 

Michael didn’t know where this statement came from, but as soon as he noticed Matt was standing beside him he suddenly had the desire to defend the other guy.  It didn’t make sense, but Michael just knew, inside, that he didn’t like the way Matt treated Tommy.  He was also still pissed at the big man for not telling him he couldn’t be his big brother.

 

“Naw, Mouse, TC and I go way back.  You didn’t know him before.  He was quite different.  He can handle the truth.  He’s let himself go to shit.  I wasn’t being mean, I was just being honest.  Now let me see those pouty lips that are going to be wrapped around my cock in about two hours.  Let’s see that throat of yours swallow – like your face is being plowed hard.  I’m already boning up, dude – just thinking about face-fucking you.  Janice is gone for the weekend so I’m going to need a little more servicing than usual.  You might need to work that jaw out some before tonight.  I’m going to be in a feisty mood.”

 

“You’re a pig, Matt.  And an asshole.”

 

“You think so, Mouse?  You get all chummy with TC and that made you a little bold?  Well, remember he doesn’t have big hard pecs that can smash your head against the mattress the way you like.  He also doesn’t have massive guns that can press into your face until you squirt.  Yeah, I can see that reminding you of all my huge assets can make a certain part of you rise to the occasion.  I’m going to have to punish that mouth of yours, tonight, for calling me names.  Remember, you can choose TC as your big brother, but you’ll still be my little cocksucker.  You couldn’t walk away from my muscles even if you wanted to.  I’ve got you wrapped around my muscled pinkie and it’s probably stronger than your entire body.”

 

Matt knew exactly what to say to turn Michael on.  The smaller dude tried desperately not to give into his desires, but hearing the big man talk was just too sexy and masculine.  Michael often wondered if he liked the abuse – if it turned him on - and that made him very disgusted, but when Matt was standing close and talking all alpha it instantly made Michael hard and unable to think straight.  

 

“As I walk away, Mouse, take a look at my huge back and remember you don’t even come close to matching my size.  The view will probably make you want to spurt something awful.”

 

Michael closed his eyes.  He did not want to see Matt’s huge frame walk away.  He knew every contour of the big man’s body and also realized he was powerless against its control over his cock.  He avoided looking for maybe two seconds and then he quickly opened his eyes – in time to see Matt inhale deeply as he walked away, forcing his enormous shoulders to jut out even wider.  By this point Michael was fully hard.  He was immediately ashamed by his lack of control – his intense desire for the wrestler.  At the same time, he looked forward to being in bed with Matt later on.  

 

By this point the assignment ceremony had begun.  Michael stayed exactly where he was, afraid that moving might send his cock into orgasm.  He watched as the first few pledges were called to the front of the hall and wrote names on paper and then placed them in a ceremonious cup.  The fraternity president would then read the name in silence and then ask the potential big brother if he accepted the job of forming the new pledge in the ways of the fraternity.  It was a little unnerving, since the big brother could say no.  Everyone, however, had already made connections with potential candidates, gotten affirmation, and knew they’d be assigned their choice.  Everyone, that is, except Michael.  He was sweating a little as his brain desperately tried to figure out what to do.  He thought the best idea would be to put Matt’s name down – thinking the president would not want to make a big deal about the situation in front of everyone and would just ask Matt in the same manner.  Michael figured it would all then be sorted out after the ceremony and he could choose someone else.  That sounded like a good plan to him.

 

“Mouse Adams.”

 

There was a soft chuckle from the crowd as the president used Michael’s nickname when it was his turn to come forward.  Michael could feel his face turn beet read, but he forced his feet to propel him forward.  He was so pissed at Matt for creating that nickname.  If even the damn fraternity president was using it, then there was definitely no hope of it ever going away.  Michael wanted desperately to run out the doors of the hall and never come back.  He could feel the anger rising in his chest as he moved through the crowd.  He glanced up, however, and caught Tommy Cole’s gaze.  There was something in the dude’s eyes that was so reassuring – so empowering.  It was like Tommy was helping Michael be strong.  The smaller man kept the gaze for a few seconds and then turned to the task of writing down his choice for big brother.  He didn’t hesitate.  He printed the name and placed it in the cup.  The president took the slip and spoke.

 

“Our pledge, Mouse Adams, asks that brother Tommy Cole join him in his journey to become a member of Delta Kappa.  What say you, brother?”

 

“I accept the invitation from Michael Adams and promise to form him in the ways of our brotherhood.”

 

Tommy’s voice was confident and seemed to fill the room.  Hearing his real name spoken in the hall seemed to unleash a hidden pride within Michael.  It had been the fact that Tommy always called him by his real name that made the pledge choose him as his big brother.  Memory of the earlier bizarre conversation still lingered in Michael’s head, but he was still confident in his choice.  Tommy showed him a respect that other members of the fraternity didn’t.  That had to mean something.  As was the custom, Michael went and stood beside his new big brother.  The president continued to call out names, but Tommy spoke under his breath to his new little brother beside him.

 

“Meet me in the gym at six tomorrow morning.  Operation ‘Make Michael Big’ begins then.  Don’t ask questions, just do as your big brother asks.”

 

Michael glanced up at his new big brother and was immediately shocked.  Tommy’s pudgy face seemed different.  His jawline was chiseled – like he was a different man.  Michael blinked his eyes and shook his head.  It didn’t matter, however - Tommy’s face definitely looked different, like he was buff underneath a strong chin – instead of the dough-boy fat that surrounded his torso.  Tommy noticed the confused look on Michael’s face.

 

“What is it, Michael?”

 

“Um . . . your face looks different.  It looks . . . uh . . . I don’t know . . . strong and muscular.”

 

This made Tommy smile and then he turned back to watch what was happening at the front of the hall.  Not another word was spoken between the two men for the rest of the night.  Tommy seemed to disappear as soon as the ceremony was over.  Later that night, Michael ended up in big Matt’s room and after sucking the wrestler off he lay beside the passed-out behemoth only thinking about how buff Tommy’s face had seemed at that earlier moment.

[SeaMusc]

I love it, LondonBoy.  

 

I feel like I have tasted my first sip of true French Champagne.  I want more. 

[Ragnar12231]

Really interesting story, I can't wait to read more!

[Shade]

Another triumph in the making Londonboy. Can't wait for more.

[arpeejay]

Yay!

[Scriptboy]

This... is only going to get more interesting from here...

[Ro20316]

this looks to be quite a journey. Making Michael big and make Matt his bitch. 

[mf81]

So here is my dilemma. I want desperately to just sit in front of my screen and wait for the next chapter to be posted, but I have to do little inconsequential things like go to work, eating, and sleeping. You see my problem.

[Scriptboy]

So here is my dilemma. I want desperately to just sit in front of my screen and wait for the next chapter to be posted, but I have to do little inconsequential things like go to work, eating, and sleeping. You see my problem.

 

Yup... We got serious problems. Maybe we can beg Londonboy to write the next chapter quickly... just for us! 

[muscl4life]

I got instantly hooked! Awesome character interaction. Can't wait for the next installment. Congratulations!