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On the way to my first class, I decided to check my phone: 3 unread messages. Two from William, one from - from Harley. I decided to scan over the ones from William - good morning and some other one asking something, I didn't pay enough attention to really figure out about what - and, then, the third from Harley, sent around the same time I had set out for school. Even though my alarm had awoken me at the proper time, it took me a while to get both my thoughts and my things in order: the previous night I hadn't really done as much homework as I should have, and then there was also the consequence of last night's dream that stuck in my mind and made some things difficult-

...Last night's dream. Actually, it had left my thoughts a little after I got into the car, but - well. It just returned. Right here on the way to the science hall on campus. Thank God that relatively few other students had classes at this time of morning. I shoved my other paw into my pocket, squeezing today's books underneath my arm, and opened the message.

Hey, you. :) sleep okay? Sorry I didn't get back to you. Had some things to take care of.

It was probably to early to tell him I'd dreamt about him, wasn't it? Though, all of those stories he'd shared with me last night... "Yeah, can't complain," I sent back. "And don't worry about it! I had some homework to do, anyway. How's your day looking today?"

Probably shouldn't spend so much time looking down at the phone screen. When I looked back up, it came to my attention that I'd almost strayed off the pathway towards an entirely different building - so I righted myself and started up the stairs towards the door. My day today was fairly packed, but... all in all, couldn't be too bad. On the way down the hall, I repeatedly checked my phone to see if he'd responded, but it seemed to be taking him a while. Maybe he was getting dressed or something.

Or something. Of course my thoughts drifted along to just what this coyote would look like while getting dressed. Slim arms and legs, streamlined with sleek muscles - and, God, I wouldn't mind seeing what he's got between his legs, sand-colored sack hanging down beneath a plump, supple sheath. Or, maybe, he's the kind of guy who has a shaft instead. Honestly, I wouldn't mind: I've had experience with both, and either is perfectly fine for shoving my nose up under, or dragging my tongue along...

Today I entered the classroom through the back entrance, and took one of the furthest seats from the front board. Finally getting to sit down (and adjust my pants beneath the desk) provided a nice relief.

Not too bad. Earlier than I'd like, but, you know. Have any fun dreams? ;)

My heart caught in my throat. I looked around the room: this was usually a pretty small class, especially in comparison to history yesterday, but already people had started to funnel in. In basically every class at college, there are those students who always sit at the front and those who always sit at the back, and even outside of class you can usually tell who is who. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that this class was filled with an overwhelming number of the latter. It'd take quite a bit of care to ensure that none of them noticed my paw in my pants, constantly shifting around and trying to get into a comfortable position.

"Yeah," I managed to send back, fingers moving slowly across the keys while I tried to think of the best course of action. The throbbing warmth restrained by my pants made me want to give him a full rundown of just what I'd dreamt about, but... really, though. That would verify that, yes, I'd had that sort of thought about Harley...

...while still being in a relationship with William. Telling the coyote about it, with the way it had been presented in that dream, would just cement in text that, yes, I wanted it. And, to tell the truth... "Can't remember much of it, though. I'm sure it'll come back to me at some point in the day." And, then, in an attempt to change the conversation: "Hey, what happened to your difficulty with waking up early?"

Again, he took a bit of time to get back to me. Still four minutes until class started; in that time, I decided to return William's 'good morning' message, and asked how he slept. Because that's what boyfriends do. And, besides, I did feel a little bad for neglecting him last night.

William was the one who got back to me first, as I'd expected: I knew for certain that he had a class this early, too. Sometimes if he spent the night on a weekend right before a day where I had this class - my college's schedule shifts around a bit - he'll drive me to mine, and then get on his way to his. Usually we try not to arrange sleepovers on school nights, on account of how distracted the both of us can get when around one another... he may drive me crazy if I have to talk to him for too long, and how he's so proud even if what he does isn't that great, and how he absolutely cannot stand being wrong in the slightest, but...

Well. He turns me on. I'm sure I have my flaws too.

How'd you sleep last night, hon?

And, besides, when he does get into his gentle, loving mood... God, it makes me forget about everything else other than him. Sweet warmth blossoming in my chest, a faint smile lifting the corners of my lips - and all from a single six-word text message. I shifted in my seat again, the uncomfortable pressure going down briefly... but not for long, as I began on my message back to him.

"Oh, very good. You know, I had a nice dream about you... ;)"

"Alright, class," called the professor from the front of the room. Damn, I hadn't heard him walk in, or noticed any of the other students. "Today we're gonna start right where we left off last time, so - if you'd please, open up your lecture notes to chapter 17, section four..."

Oh, yeah? What about?

Fingerpads moving quickly across the keys, trying to get out my message in a good amount of time; this was, after all, a 'no cell phones permitted' class, as weakly as the professor enforced it... "You pinned me to the wall in the bathroom, tugged my pants down, and went down on me, right there in the stall... it was just like senior year."

Then, a fast response:

Yeah, i remember. Hey, speaking of which - i have some free time tonight; was wondering if maybe i could come over to watch a movie with you or something? been busy for a while and haven't gotten to see my puppy- or let him know how much i love him~...

That pressure in the front of my pants returned. Last time he'd come over, he'd bent me over my bed and pounded me against the mattress, in the thirty minutes before Mom got home from work - and, then, in the ten minutes before she'd walk through the door, he pinned me down to that same bed and rode me, while I still had his load under my tail...

One paw distractedly opened my lecture notes for the class, blindly turning pages, while I started my response with my other.

~ ~ ~

There's one building on campus that has a remarkably low number of people in it at almost all times of the day, so of course it's that building that I usually prefer to go to if I need to run to the bathroom for any reason. Today, between my class that ends at 11 AM and the one that starts at 11:20, the reason why I wanted to slip into one of the stalls was different than any other time.

Heart thumping in my chest and one paw stuffed into my pocket, I clambered up the stairs to the front of the building and pushed the door open with my shoulder, books loosely held underneath my arm. Me and William had continued talking all through that first class of mine as well as the one afterwards, and after all these years of being together, he knew just how to get me going. Hell, I half-considered unbuttoning my pants during my last class just to get a little bit of relief - but, then, my thumb had brushed against the end of my hard cock, and a shiver had run through my body...

Just as expected, thank God, only one or two people passed me on my way down the hall towards the second set of bathrooms, further down in the building and even less-frequented than the other. The door squealed open on hinges long in need of maintenance, as did the stall door a few seconds later, once I'd crossed the cold tile floor. Of course, the place carried the characteristic odor of a public bathroom, but faintly - that was good. Otherwise, it'd be hard to focus.

I dropped my books to the floor and started fiddling with my belt even before the stall door had closed behind me. With one paw I flicked the lock shut, and with the other, I finished undoing my belt and then started on my fly - and leaned back on the toilet, pants pulled halfway down my thighs, hard cock throbbing against my bellyfur. It felt a little strange moving my arm down, wrapping my paw around the base of my shaft, especially in a school bathroom, but... my God, William had gotten me so worked up through the day.

He told me that he wanted to make my dream come true, to pin me against a wall, tug my pants down, run his nose up along my cock, and then go down on me... I closed my eyes and quickened the pace of my stroking, leaning back against the tank of the toilet and spreading my legs. I could still remember how it felt the last time he had gone down on me, tongue cupped along the underside, lips tight, all slick and warm and moist- and, not only that, but afterwards he'd push me down against the bed and press down onto me, and ride an orgasm out of me... really I had no preference, but I'd do what he told me to.

Or, if he guided me to do something by a paw on the back of my head, I'd certainly oblige. Spending the day pent up in my own pants with a boner that wouldn't go away had caused my scent to strengthen somewhat, almost to the point so that it overtook the natural ambience of the bathroom, and came back a little stronger each time I shifted, each time my paw came back up along my shaft... I sniffed at it, pretending it was William's scent on my nose, imagining that I was just inching my nose up between his legs like I'd done so often in the past.

In fact, sitting there in the school bathroom with my paw around my cock and eyes closed, giving into my pulsing want that had been present all day, I found myself drifting off into a fantasy... my head coming up between a pair of legs, one on either side of my muzzle, bare and brown-furred. Something that I'd had a lot of practice with. I keep my eyes closed and, with my nose, follow one of those thighs up to the centerpoint - to the focused heat and scent of the hanging sack, full and plump, and hard cock twitching above it. First I press my nose forward against that sack, flick my tongue out, taste its warmth, feel the soft fur against my lips, and then from there move on up, my nose tracing out the path that my tongue will then follow along the contoured underside of that cock - and, at the end, there's a little drip of salty, tangy pre, perfect for licking off, or for squeezing my lips on.

And, then, I close my muzzle around the end of that length and start to dive down, tongue keeping it angled correctly and spreading slick saliva along the flesh. I've been practicing a bit, so I like to think that I can deepthroat easier than before - but, hey, it's still a work-in-progress, and one that I'm more than willing to refine. The scent this time might be a little different before, a little spicier, a little heavier, maybe because it's been a while since he's showered, or maybe because-

After diving down and pressing my nose into the sand-toned pubic fur, a little unkempt and bushy in contrast to the smooth, flat fur of the lower belly, I look up at just who it is who's six and a half inches between my lips. It's a pair of bright emerald-green eyes that glitter back at me, bright green eyes in a wildly charismatic coyote's face.

But, I don't stop. A small smile lifts the corners of my lips around Harley's cock, and I pick up a steady rhythm on him - keeping my lips squeezing around his cock and my tongue pressed up against it, quickly and easily lapping off any pre that he drools out, all while a paw of mine strokes him at the same time. After a short time, he started thrusting up into my muzzle, gently at first but then with more force, more urgency; I can hear his breath pick up, I can hear his little grunts and moans, in that voice that I'd only heard yesterday but doubt I'd forget for a long time; and, then, his paw squeezes around the back of my head and governs my movements, leaving me to move my other paw to his thigh and hold on to him. He lifts up into my muzzle, he swallows and pants, he breathes me name - "ah- Daniel-"

And, then, I managed to tug my shirt up over my chest at just the last moment, my day's load shooting out over my bellyfur in a few quick spurts. Thank God that nobody was in this bathroom, because my involvement in that fantasy had caused me to lose a little bit of my awareness - and a tense, high-pitched moan had worked its way between my clenched teeth. My last few drips of cum oozed out over my thumb, still wrapped around my cock; I kept my shirt up by pressing my chin down onto it and reached over to grab some toilet paper, which wouldn't totally clean me up, but it was better than nothing.

While working at that, I checked my phone: 11:23 AM. You have 1 unread message from Harley.

Haha, sorry! Yyyyeah, I just woke up early today, and figured that you might have another early class... so I just figured, might as well send you a good morning text. And then you responded, so that was nice! But uh... then I fell back asleep... x3 sorry! About to head out to my first class of the day. What've you got next?

That message was sent at around 11:05, quite a while ago. Oh well; I'd respond once I got to my next class, which now, had started... four minutes ago. I knew I shouldn't have taken this little detour, but it really was needed. So, after cleaning up as best I could - the scent of cum couldn't be picked up beneath the odor of the bathroom, even with my canid nose at this closeness - and making sure it didn't look like I'd just rubbed one out in a stall, I picked my books back up and started on my way out the building, half-running to get to my class as quickly as possible. This would be my first tardy for this one, but hey. Can never be too careful.

All the way there, this little concern nagged at the back of my mind, this I just pawed off while thinking about Harley. I really just did. Not only that, but it was a fantasy of William first - but, then, Harley took his place... and, well... the last time I'd had such thoughts about someone else, the guilt had really got to me and I confessed. This was in my relationship before William.

Guess how that relationship ended.

However, after pushing my way into the classroom a few minutes later, and thus having all of the students turn their heads to look at me, I could no longer think about that subject - simply because, about four rows back sitting near the end, a coyote with bright green eyes lifted his head and grinned down at me. I could see his tail wagging beside him.

"Glad you could make it, Mr. Lane," the professor said. I nodded his way and started towards Harley. "If you'll take a seat, we'll get to work."