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"Seriously? Porn?" The wolf's question came with a small laugh. Well, fuck, everything does when you're as high as he was.

"Yeah, why not? Better than some random crappy movie," the dingo replied with a small laugh of his own. The wolf took another smoke and let himself lay back on the couch, loving to just let it all sink in before blowing the smoke upwards.

The whole dorm room smelled heavily of weed by now, so much that Matt couldn't help but wonder how the fuck no one had never come to outright arrest Travis for it, but the dingo apparently had his ways of getting around it. He was popular on campus for the simple fact that he pretty much always had the good stuff available. The wolf was happy he'd made such a good friend already in his second year of college, but then again, he was happy about just pretty much everything at that moment.

Trav was taking a swig from a can of beer when he threw himself on the couch by Matt's side again. The dorm room was small and standard. Two beds, one desk, and the small couch and TV Trav had crammed into it in the small empty space that was left. Nothing fancy, but it sure was a good place to hang out and get a smoke on every now and then.

The sound of moaning coming from the TV made the wolf lift his head again to look. The movie's caption was still hanging at the lower left of the screen: "The big bad wolf and the naughty vixen". Just reading it made Matt laugh again.

"Oh, fuck. That's got to be the worst movie title ever, dude." Despite the title, the wolf's attention did go back to what was actually on a screen. A wolf with a throbbing, huge cock fucking a curvy vixen in a very rough manner with a knot so big pressing against her it didn't look like it'd ever fit. These porn actors always made it fit.

"It's porn, dude. Whaddya expect?" Trav laughed again. The dingo moved to take another sip from his beer, but while he tried to do so several times, the can was apparently empty. He threw it away on the floor with a grunt.

Trav had the usual brown, light fur typical of his species. Dingos weren't that common, but Matt never saw much difference between them and other canines. In fact, he'd called Trav a dog for the first two weeks after they met before he was corrected. That dingo in particular was very lean, skinny and not very muscular due to his not-so-sporty habits, of course. That was easy to see too since Trav was wearing nothing but a loose tank top shirt, all white, and a pair of loose fitting white boxers. Hardly a decent garment, of course, but more than enough to smoke weed with a friend in his own dorm room. It was hellish hot outside and the dorms didn't have aircon anyways.

Matt, on the other hand, was at least half decent. He'd kicked his sneakers and socks out by the dorm's entrance, leaving his clawed footpaws out in the open, but he was at least wearing a good set of jeans. He had to walk through half of the campus to get to Trav's room, after all. Other than that he wore nothing but a simple t-shirt, black with a few random things written across it. The wolf's fur was grey, common, and he was also fairly skinny, but more athletic thanks to his fondness for swimming. Matt was no otter, sure, but he was good enough to be part of the swim team, so he had to stay in shape. He was doing a good job with it so far even still being fairly young. Being fairly new in the university, Matt was only 20, while Trav for example was... 22 or something, he never remembered.

"We're out of beer. We're doomed," Trav announced and slouched back at the couch and took another deep smoke. "What the heck are we gonna do now?"

Matt just chuckled.

"Apparently we're watching porn now. Isn't it gay to watch porn with another guy?" The wolf kept looking at the TV. He wasn't really paying attention, but he had to admit that the wolf who was giving his cock a break to use his tongue instead was quite the sight. It made Matt's own sheath stir inside his pants.

"Naw, dude. Fuck that. Let the gays be gays, I still like girls, but I'll be damned if that's not a hot one right there." Trav seemed pretty caught up in the movie as well, his eyes not leaving the screen.

"You still fucking around with that bunny chick?" The wolf seemed to recall seeing Trav together with her in some party, but his relaxed mind didn't want to go through the work of really processing that information.

"In what planet do you fucking live? That's been over since last semester! Fuck, Matt. Been dry ever since her." Trav looked up at the ceiling. He was giving a little more information than he should, but people blab about all sorts of things while they're high and the best part of it is that they're equally high friends just find it funny. "Back in the day you rolled up a joint, called them to your room and one hour later you were fucking. Now they're all stuck up and whatever."

"Cheer up, dude," Matt just said. Trav was complaining with a full plate. The dingo offered him the joint and the wolf took it, bringing it to his muzzle and enjoying it. "At least you've had plenty of sex. I've only ever been with one girl in high school and she pulled all that purity crap on me. Never got past second base. And she was so. fucking. hot."

"Dude!"

Matt glanced at Trav and he was now staring at him with his eyes wide and ears up. The wolf raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Dude."

"What?"

"You tellin' me you're a virgin?"

Oh, right. That's why the wolf never mentioned that to people. Matt's ears folded back and he grunted, taking a second smoke and looking away with a grunt.

"Sort of, I guess. I've seen plenty of porn, though." The wolf gave the TV a small nod, in which the wolf now had two vixens, wherever the hell the second one had come from, dragging their tongues up his huge, throbbing, dark red cock and knot.

"No no no no no. It's not the same thing, man! Having a warm muzzle around your cock, dude... that's what life is all about!"

Trav was laughing, but Matt just rolled his eyes. The damned dingo was making a big deal out of it. The wolf made a point to keep staring at the opposite wall, but his attention went right back to Trav when he felt a hand fiddling with his pants, pulling at his belt to undo it and messing with the button. Trav was grinning like an idiot while he did that, but the wolf pushed that hand away right away.

"The heck are you doing?!"

Trav insisted, his hand going right back to the wolf's pants. Matt grabbed the dingo's wrist to stop him.

"I'm gonna help you out! You're a 'man who has never fucked'!"

"The hell does that mean? I'm not gay, dude!"

"Whoa, easy there wolfie. I'm not gonna kiss and marry you, it's just two bros helping each other out, jerking off and shit. You've never jerked off with someone else before?" The dingo made it all sound so easy and casual. The fact that he was obviously high helped in making it look like that, Matt guessed, but it really didn't look like that big of a deal. The wolf reluctantly let go of the dingo's wrist, which went right back to the button of his pants, having some trouble unhooking it.

"Well... no, I haven't," the wolf just said. Part of him knew that he would be having a lot of strong feelings about all of it the whole world didn't seem just so good right now. But fuck it, right? It might have been the weed messing with his head, but Trav was a nice guy, maybe he knew what he was doing.

"Me neither, but I've seen it on TV," Trav just said with a laugh. "Aha!"

The dingo celebrated his success in opening the wolf's pants, tugging his zipper down right after to expose the wolf's black underwear. Trav was getting closer now, the dingo's shoulder pressing against the wolf's chest, keeping him with his back against the couch. For the first time the fact that Trav was also wearing nothing but a loose shirt and boxers made it look a tad more... intimate. But nah, it was probably the fact that he had his hand down the wolf's junk, nothing else.

"Oh that's just adorable. You wear briefs! Lemme see that," the dingo laughed, making the wolf's ears fold back yet a little further. With another grunt, he lifted his ass so that the dingo pulling his pants down could succeed in doing so, taking the wolf's jeans all the way down to his knees leaving the bigger canine to sit there in nothing but his shirt and underwear. Trav laughed again, so much that even the wolf had to chuckle for no reason at all, despite how awkward the situation was.

"Dude, are you sure this isn't getting gay?" the wolf asked, defensively. Trav was still grinning, he didn't seem to mind it in the least, which helped. The dingo was close enough so that the wolf could catch his scent even amidst the heavy smell of pot hanging around the room.

"You tell that to all the girls I've stuck my cock on," the dingo taunted back. He didn't waste any time, though. With one tug, Trav pushed the wolf's underwear down, taking the waistband down all the way to be hooked underneath the canine's balls. The furry nuts were decent sized, light grey just like the rest of his fur with a hefty sheath right above them. Before Matt could even say anything, the dingo's fingers were already there, feeling his sheath, caressing it, poking inside with a finger...

The wolf's ears went completely down this time. It felt invasive to be touched down there like that, but at the same time it was damn pleasurable, he had to admit it. The dingo's paw worked his sheath over, two fingers pulling it down to expose the pink, growing tip of his cock, then pulling it back up, then fooling around.

"Dude... I dunno about this..." Matt wasn't feeling too good about the whole thing. Sure, it was great and sure, it was working too damn well, for his cock was starting to grow faster and faster, but still... it was Trav!

"Relax, bro. If you don't chill it'll be no fun! Trust me!" Travis still managed to sound casual about the whole thing even with his fingers over the wolf's sheath. Matt made an effort, sighing and resting his head against the couch. Instead of looking down at what Trav was doing and getting nervous, he decided to follow his friend's advice and just try to enjoy it. The wolf closed his eyes. In the background, moans and huffs of fucking from that cheap porn movie were all he could hear aside from Trav's breathing. The heavy smell of pot filling the room was strong, but there was also quite a bit of dingo in the mix. It felt strong and very... masculine.

Most of all, he could feel Trav's fingers. They pulled on his sheath, back and forth, teasing the inside and outside to successfully coax the wolf's cock out of its hiding place. Slowly but surely the wolf gave those claws more length to work on. About ten minutes of slow teasing went by before the wolf was sporting a full hard-on, on which the dingo worked up and down in light strokes. Seven inches of wolf cock, veiny and red throbbing right there in the open with a sizeable knot still hiding inside that sheath, but not for long if things kept going as they were.

"You're really easy to work on, man," Trav commented with a laugh.

"Shut up." The wolf was still resting his head on the couch, eyes closed enjoying the pleasure, but then he felt more tugging. The dingo pushed his underwear down alongside his pants and then kept working on those as well. They went down his ankles, then the dingo pulled on his feet to lift them and take his pants out completely, leaving the wolf with nothing but his shirt on. That made Matt lift his head, ears perking up. "What're you doing now?"

"Making ya' comfortable, of course," Trav just answered while kicking those pants away. Matt saw for the first time that the dingo had his own sheath outside his underwear through the opening in the front, even if he was still 'fully dressed', and that it, too, showed the tip of his own pink canine cock outside, just poking out. His paw worked on his own sheath slowly as well. Trav caught him staring at it, which made that grin of his get even bigger.

"Wanna touch it?"

The question threw the wolf out of his small daze. A small blush came to his muzzle.

"Wha? Uhh..."

"C'mon, I'm helping you out! You should be a gentleman and help me out, too!"

The wolf had never even thought about touching another man's sheath before. He had plenty of experience with his own, so how different could it be? Travis seemed so easygoing and comfortable about all of it, which melted some of the wolf's anxiety about the whole matter. He definitely couldn't deny that those fingers working over his own now hard member were working wonders. Just to have someone else touching him like that was extremely thrilling for the inexperienced wolf.

Trav was still leaning over him by his side in the couch. The wolf sat up straight, his bare rump feeling weird on the couch, but liberating at the same time. With his eyes fixated over the dingo's sheath, his hand tentatively reached out to it. The pink member poking out twitched in response. It was indeed much like his own, not accounting for the light brown fur surrounding it and the smaller pair of balls underneath. The wolf's finger gripped the sheath, pulling it back a little, then back up, feeling how soft it was. Those exploring fingers went to Travis' cock next, the wolf hesitating more before touching it, but when he did, it was nothing special. He could actually see it growing a little as he teased around it, even still mostly inside the sheath.

"Yeeeeah, good wolfie!" Travis laughed about it. The dingo leaned his head against Matt's shoulder, which again made him a little bit uncomfortable for how intimate it felt, but something about his laugh just made him, well, laugh as well. The wolf's paw kept playing around that sheath idly.

"How much did you smoke, dude?"

"Not as much as you, I'm sure. I should charge you for this shit. Seriously, weed, porn and a handjob! You'll never find a better bro than me!" Trav's boasting brought his grin back. The dingo's cock was still far from fully hard like Matt's was, but a little more of it was poking out. Saying that seemed to remind the dingo of what he was doing, too. He shifted on the couch, taking his sheath away from the wolf's paw in the process, and brought his hand down to grip the wolf's cock. A soft groan came from the wolf, his cock definitely feeling happy to be handled again.

"Guess you're not always a cocky jackass," the wolf just muttered in response, bringing a chuckle from both of them. Again, he allowed himself to sit back and relax. Matt brought the burnt joint to his lips to take another drag while underneath Travis' hand was now stroking his cock. Up and down over the dark red, tapered length, making the wolf groan and moan without ceasing. Feeling the joy mixed in with the high pleasure was like heaven for the wolf. He wondered why someone's hand felt so much better than his own over working over his length. Sure, Travis was clumsy, sometimes pulling too high or gripping too tightly, but even so there was something special about being touched like that.

He passed the weed on to Trav after he was done, the dingo leaning back on the couch by his side to smoke, even if keeping his hand working the wolf's length over slowly. Silence dragged itself on in the room, both males just enjoying the whole thing in their own way. Matt glanced down at Trav's crotch to see that the dingo had pushed his sheath back into his underwear, but that it now was starting to tent visibly instead. Through the stretched opening the wolf could see some red inside, obviously being some very exposed dingo junk. Part of him wanted to touch it again, see how it felt hard like his was, but he was just too relaxed to move and Trav seemed to be just fine with how one-sided things were going.

Being new to all of it, however, the wolf was soon groaning and moaning, squirming on his seat. Precum came from his tip in a constant pace, slicking up his length and somehow making the stroking even more pleasurable. His knot was fully formed, pushing his sheath back and letting the full length of the wolf's member fully on display. Trav took advantage on that, moving down to give his knot a few squeezes every now and then just to force a few particularly loud sounds to come from the canine.

"You really are easy to work up," Trav commented. Matt opened his eyes to see him staring at him again, that dingo smirk on his muzzle. The finger over his cock shifted from stroking to just trailing over the length, rubbing his cockhead in small but firm motions that made Matt tremble with pleasure.

"Again, shut up." The wolf bit his lip. He was getting really worked up from all of it. Trav just snorted.

"So... you've never had a blowjob either?"

The question made the wolf's ears perk up immediately and then fold back just as quickly. Even high as hell he still hesitated.

"If I'd never gotten a handjob of course I've never had a blowjob." The wolf rolled his eyes. He wished Trav didn't make him say it out loud.

"So, you want one?"

The blunt question made Matt lift his head. His eyes went wide staring at Trav, but the dingo didn't even shift. He was leaning his head on the couch staring back at him, that grin plastered on his muzzle, his hand still toying with the wolf's cock, his boxers still tented. Matt stammered. Many things went through his head, even as slow as he was. Wouldn't THAT be gay? Was Travis asking because he was offering? Nah, it couldn't be... could it? What should he say? Seconds went by and the wolf didn't answer, stunned, until his mind finally worked up an answer.

"What kind of guy says no to a blowjob?" The question made Trav laugh. Matt joined in, albeit a little awkwardly, still unsure of what his friend meant.

"You owe me one, bro," Trav said still chuckling and before the wolf could ponder on the meaning of it, the dingo leaned forward. One of his hands came to Matt's abs, pushing him back into the couch and keeping him down while the other set itself over the wolf's knee for support as Trav leaned forward and without any ceremony wrapped his muzzle around half the wolf's length.

A gasp came from Matt. The warmness, the soft tongue, the hot breath over his length, it all felt overwhelmingly good. He did see Trav flinch, he had no idea how a dude's cock tasted like, but that didn't make the dingo back out. Oh no, instead, with his lips wrapped around the wolf's cock, he dived down, taking in a little more of it into his muzzle and letting his tongue drag itself through the length at the same time.

The wolf almost howled. His claws sank into the couch, gripping it tight, while his legs spread in reflex. The dingo went down until he had taken about three quarters of the wolf's length into his muzzle, then after making a small gagging sound, started going up until only the very tip of the canine-shaped, tapered cock was inside, only to go down again. That movement repeated itself into a rhythm with the dingo's head bobbing up and down over the wolf's member.

Matt closed his eyes. His heart was racing, the pleasure coming from his cock through the roof. He could feel a nip of teeth every now and then, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of getting a blowjob. He found himself gritting his own teeth with the dingo going down at him.

The warmness enveloping his member, the way that tongue danced around, teasing his cock from the head all the way down. The wolf was fully aware that he was leaking pre, but Trav didn't seem to mind that part. Or at least he wasn't complaining. The dingo's paw came up to add to the pleasure by fondling the wolf's balls, toying with them a little, and then it came up to grip the sensitive knot. Matt realized he was doing it to keep the member steady for his muzzle, but that final squeeze was what the wolf needed.

"Ghhn... Nnnngghhhff...!" The noises the wolf made were something that fell in between a grunt, a whimper and a bark. A few short minutes had gone by, but he couldn't hold back from blowing anymore. His cock throbbed and he felt himself getting thrown over the edge. The high rush of orgasm went through his body, the warmness of that muzzle, the paw around his knot... The wolf's cock erupted in a strong jet of cum. Travis retreated his muzzle back as soon as it started, leaving the wolf's cock, but continuing to stroke the glistening member coated in saliva even as the wolf squirmed. More strong bursts of thick wolf seed came to mess up Matt's shirt, going all the way up to his chest and staining it with several white-y drops of it. Even through his haze, he heard Trav snickering, but he was far too busy with his pleasure to mind any of it. Finally, as his heavy orgasm started fading away and the last drops of jizz ran through his length to stain his sheath, the wolf let himself fall back against the couch, panting heavily and opened his eyes slowly.

"That was pretty fast," the dingo said with a smirk. "Dude, here's a brotip: always give a heads up when you're about to blow. Chicks get all pissy when you don't." Trav cleaned a few drops of cum from the side of his muzzle with the back of his paw and the wolf lowered his ears. His cock was still hard, knot fully inflated, twitching and oversensitive after his heavenly orgasm. "Oh, and you can borrow one of my shirts later."

"Sorry..." the wolf just said. Some of the urgency of what he had done coming back to his mind. His shirt was a big mess, the smell of cum and sex overpowering even the weed in the air, but despite all of that, Trav was still smiling towards him.

"All good! Say, how 'bout we order some pizza, pop in another movie and borrow some more beer from those stag guys by the end of the hall?" Travis got up from the couch and went on to inspect half a dozen open beers by the small table looking for one that wasn't entirely empty. His boxers were still tenting obscenely, the wolf observed, but he didn't say anything about it. The dingo found one that still had something and drank the rest of it.

The wolf felt a little overwhelmed. He had just had his first handjob from another person, then his first blowjob ever. And it came from a dude. Not just any dude, either, but Travis! Part of him felt like it was a huge deal, that he should run back to his room, drink some coffee, sleep, work it over. But no. It might have been the alcohol, it might have been the weed, it might have been both or maybe neither, but something about that suggestion made the wolf's tail wag against the couch. He forced himself to sit up straight and smiled.

"Sounds like a plan," the wolf answered. The porn movie's credits were running in the TV over a poorly chosen song. "Maybe I can pay back what I owe you later, too."