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No one knew where the rumour started, and yet it persisted
the university had a mascot, a big beaver, buckteeth orange jersey blue cap
“Barry the Bridgetown Beaver”
allegedly after one game a very drunk first year had got a little handsy with Barry, and they ended up fucking behind the gymnasium, he never removed the mascot head, and was allegedly hung like a horse
slowly the rumour spread with more and more class mates reporting they too had been fucked by Barry and his huge cock, men and women
no one knew if the rumour was true, or people were jumping on the bandwagon
stranger still, no one knew who was in the mascot costume, no student ever confessed to being barry, barry was just barry, his own being
reports varied on the race, height and body dimensions drastically, some claiming he had a football players build, some saying he was lean, some saying he was hairy, some smooth
gareth chase was fascinated by the rumour and set out to discover the student in the costume and if the rumours were true
he was a good student, working hard to earn his journalism degree, dreaming of being an investigative journalist, he wrote for the universities paper, exposing how the dining hall padded their meals with saw dust
“gareth chase here, all students at bridgetown university know the story of barry the big cocked beaver mascot, through my investigation I plan to find out if its true, and who the guy is behind the beaver!”
he interviewed many who spread the rumour, their stories varied wildly, the ones who matched and seemed most plausible all agreed barry was a slender pale guy, his cock was large and girthy uncut with a bulbous head, and large low hanging balls which shot ropes
they reported barry fucked hard, and for hours, never removing the head of the costume, ever and leaving as they regained their senses
no one had ever seen someone dress as barry, or come out of the dressing room out of costume, no one had even seen barry partially dressed, it seemed barry abided by disney rules
gareth spoke to coaches and teachers all responded “barry is barry” with a little chuckle
gareth began to fear he was hitting a brick wall
he logged onto his school email account, new email
sender: Barrybeaver@bridegetownu
not unusual, the students often got emails from the mascot promoting the team and up coming games
subject: investigation
hey Gareth,
Barry here! I have heard you are asking around about me and the rumour about me, wanting to know who I am! Why would you want to spoil barrys fun?
You wont discover my identity but if you want to meet me I will be in the gym after practice, all alone
come alone
no camera, no recorder, off the record
if you dont show I will know your not a real journalist, and will meet up with one of my other friends
see you soon!
Barry”
attached was a photo
it was a mirror selfie of barry, one hand holding his phone, a generic iphone, the other gripping his bulge, a sizeable one stretching across his left hip”
just as gareth comprehended what he had been sent, the photo and email vanished from his inbox
gareth blinked at the screen in confusion
he checked his deleted folder, spam, refreshed the page
one thing was sure, he had barry nervous, and no one questioned if gareth was commited to finding out the truth
barry checked his plan had worked, and the email and attachment had self destructed as planned, he leaned back stroking the face of the captain of the football team as he choked on his cock urging his head deeper
the university had a mascot, a big beaver, buckteeth orange jersey blue cap
“Barry the Bridgetown Beaver”
allegedly after one game a very drunk first year had got a little handsy with Barry, and they ended up fucking behind the gymnasium, he never removed the mascot head, and was allegedly hung like a horse
slowly the rumour spread with more and more class mates reporting they too had been fucked by Barry and his huge cock, men and women
no one knew if the rumour was true, or people were jumping on the bandwagon
stranger still, no one knew who was in the mascot costume, no student ever confessed to being barry, barry was just barry, his own being
reports varied on the race, height and body dimensions drastically, some claiming he had a football players build, some saying he was lean, some saying he was hairy, some smooth
gareth chase was fascinated by the rumour and set out to discover the student in the costume and if the rumours were true
he was a good student, working hard to earn his journalism degree, dreaming of being an investigative journalist, he wrote for the universities paper, exposing how the dining hall padded their meals with saw dust
“gareth chase here, all students at bridgetown university know the story of barry the big cocked beaver mascot, through my investigation I plan to find out if its true, and who the guy is behind the beaver!”
he interviewed many who spread the rumour, their stories varied wildly, the ones who matched and seemed most plausible all agreed barry was a slender pale guy, his cock was large and girthy uncut with a bulbous head, and large low hanging balls which shot ropes
they reported barry fucked hard, and for hours, never removing the head of the costume, ever and leaving as they regained their senses
no one had ever seen someone dress as barry, or come out of the dressing room out of costume, no one had even seen barry partially dressed, it seemed barry abided by disney rules
gareth spoke to coaches and teachers all responded “barry is barry” with a little chuckle
gareth began to fear he was hitting a brick wall
he logged onto his school email account, new email
sender: Barrybeaver@bridegetownu
not unusual, the students often got emails from the mascot promoting the team and up coming games
subject: investigation
hey Gareth,
Barry here! I have heard you are asking around about me and the rumour about me, wanting to know who I am! Why would you want to spoil barrys fun?
You wont discover my identity but if you want to meet me I will be in the gym after practice, all alone
come alone
no camera, no recorder, off the record
if you dont show I will know your not a real journalist, and will meet up with one of my other friends
see you soon!
Barry”
attached was a photo
it was a mirror selfie of barry, one hand holding his phone, a generic iphone, the other gripping his bulge, a sizeable one stretching across his left hip”
just as gareth comprehended what he had been sent, the photo and email vanished from his inbox
gareth blinked at the screen in confusion
he checked his deleted folder, spam, refreshed the page
one thing was sure, he had barry nervous, and no one questioned if gareth was commited to finding out the truth
barry checked his plan had worked, and the email and attachment had self destructed as planned, he leaned back stroking the face of the captain of the football team as he choked on his cock urging his head deeper