College Sucks: Part 3
#3 of College Sucks
Mike awoke to a totally nude Dan pantomiming a silent celebration over another Bo Jackson touchdown run, the score was now 31-0. Mike licked his chops and looked down at all the cum stains on his bedspread. He was a little grossed out, but more proud than anything. Dan was sitting Indian style but stood up to celebrate the TD, lifting his bushy tail and arms high in the air. Mike smiled to himself as he noticed all the dried cum on Dan's backside.
"We need to get cleaned up," the tabby said in a sultry nature. Dan yipped a little, not expecting Mike to be awake. Dan looked back and smiled, feeling all the hard dried fur around his tailhole and down his soft furry white ball sack, his tailhole still a little sore.
"Yeah, this is starting to get gross," Dan observed, "I'm basically basting in your juices."
"Ewwww," Mike laughingly tossed a pillow at his mate, "so.... um, what was it like to have me inside you?" Mike reverted back to a curious little kitten.
"Well, I'm not gonna lie," Dan said, putting his paws on his hips like he accomplished something great, "it kinda felt like pooping at first." Mike snickered and stuck out his sandpapery tongue while making a gross-out face.
"But after that, it really felt good... like warm and a lot of pressure, its hard to explain," Dan added, feeling his furry sheath swell a bit at the retelling. Mike noticed it too.
"Wanna hop in the shower together?" Mike beckoned to Dan. Dan's ears perked up and his tail wagged, Mike loved how much like a puppy Dan was acting.
"Yeah!" Dan borrowed a towel from Mike as they loosely wrapped some around themselves and walked out towards the shower room. The dorm floor's shower room was just an open space with some flimsy courtesy curtains dividing about eight separate "stalls." The curtains did no good anyway, they usually just blew around in the steam and didn't cover squat. Dan and Mike stepped across the threshold onto the tile floor and giggled as they saw some empty discarded '40 oz bottles from a wild weekend... possibly theirs.
Dan stepped into a stall and closed the curtains around him. He turned on the shower, jumping back tail between his legs and yipping as the unexpected cold water jet blasted him in the chest. Mike in the stall next to the wolf took the smart route and stepped off to the side as he waited for the water to heat up to a tolerable temperature. Dan shook off the cold water and stepped into the now warm shower stream. Mike heard Dan scrubbing up as he got an idea. He flipped up the diving shower curtain and grabbed the bathing wolf from behind. Mike spit on his paw and stuck a finger up the wolf's still loose tailhole. Dan pushed back against the invading paw, his tongue lolling out to the side.
"Damn, I did a number on you!" Mike said jokingly, the wolf nodded in ecstasy.
"Hey! One to a stall!" shouted the bruin RA, making his rounds around the floor and through the bathroom. His unexpected gruff voice caused Mike and Dan to break their little moment and turn to each other as they laughed.
"C'mon guys and gals, no hanky-panky in the showers, we all have to shower there," the small, stocky black bear said in a pleading tone. Mike and Dan giggled.
"Ok sir," Mike shouted back doing his best impression of a strangely high pitched girl. Mike and Dan continued to giggle like a couple of cubs who had just gotten away with a harmless schoolyard caper. They heard the footfalls of the bruin walking off and the two friends decided to get back to cleaning.
"Man, this stuff in painful to get out," Dan grunted, picking out the dried cum spots from around his rump.
"I guess my cum is as good as super glue," Mike shrugged. Dan gave a sarcastic "ha-ha" as he went back to his painful business and scrubbed up himself clean. Mike whistled as he soaped up, relatively clean already.
"Just wait until your turn," Dan stuck out his wide tongue at the bathing cat. It took Mike a few seconds to realize what the wolf meant.
"Whoa hey, I'm strictly a pitcher, not a catcher," Mike threw up his paws in defense.
"Ha, yeah, well, you never know till you try. Lucky you, I'm a switch hitter," Dan said in passing. Mike never thought of getting drilled by Dan up until this point, although, to be fair, Mike only realized he was gay (maybe bi) a few hours ago. Mike tucked his tail securely over his tailhole, turning back to his respective shower but keeping a wary eye on Dan who was oblivious to Mike's paranoia. The two friends finished up and patted dry. Mike licked all the fur within his reach, which was plenty as Mike was pretty flexible, even for a feline. Dan waited until the cat was about finished when he shook off all his excess water.
"Thanks, ass," a drenched Mike said sternly, having to start his careful work of tongue cleaning all over again. A fluffy Dan just grinned and wagged his tail.
"Smell you later, I gotta get ready for my 3 o'clock," Dan waved off Mike. Mike gave a muttered "uh-huh" as he was busy licking himself clean... again.
"Your turn when I get back," Dan said ominously. Mike clamped his tail tighter.
Mike had only one class for the day, so he decided to go back to his room and snack on some fish crackers after he was done in the shower. He was hungry after skipping lunch to fuck.
After Mike got back in his room, he kicked out his computer chair and plopped down, still naked and a little wet still. His computer was still pulled up to the gay porn site he used to entice Dan in the first place. Mike moved his mouse curser up to the "X" in the corner, but stopped, entranced by the white male bunny bending over and showing off his little pink tailhole. Mike clicked around on the site, finding loads of videos and pictures of the bunny taking various species in the butt. Mike got curiouser and curiouser about what butt sex would feel like if it was done to him, shaking off some of his previous preconceived notions. The tip of his tail started twitching again, thumping loudly on the floor. He clicked on a video of a large muscular buck taking the small slender bunny from behind. Mike felt his sheath swell and his cock poke out a little as the buck slapped the bunny's butt his huge member, the bunny pleading him to stick it in already. The buck obliged him and grabbed the bunny's waist and drove his cock deep into the bunny on the first pump. The bunny's long ears went straight back and he screamed with pleasure. Mike began to paw slowly at first, getting really turned on. He bit his lip as he saw the bunny wincing in pleasure mixed with pain, panting loudly and shouting for more, more, more.
"Fuck it," Mike said aloud, dropping his cock and heading to his dresser top, searching for an item to use. He stopped on his hairbrush, the handle being a smooth hard plastic with a slightly rounded tip but not so thick. He propped up a leg on his bed and found his tailhole with his paw, the bunny still screaming loudly in the background. Mike sucked on the hairbrush a bit, to get it all wet and lubed. He spit in his paw and moved his tail to the side as he wetted his tailhole, shuddering a bit at the warm wetness he felt. He moved the hairbrush handle down and guided it carefully to his tailhole. Mike let out a huge sigh and gently inserted the handle. He gasped at first and hissed a bit at the tightness. "How did Dan take all of my cock," Mike thought, with only the tip of the hairbrush handle in his butt. He very slowly inserted it the rest of the way and felt his cock jump. It was a strange new feeling... he actually enjoyed. Mike was astounded that he liked this. He purred loudly as he pulled the hairbrush out, then inserting it again. His cock jumped again, getting harder than it was before somehow. Mike leaned against the wall by his bed for balance and he pawed off while violating himself. He loved it as he went faster and faster... but not too fast, he was still a beginner. Mike's furry white sack clenched as he got ready to climax. Mike gave one big stroke as he held the base of his sheath and let loose any cum he had left, leaving most of it in Dan only a few hours ago. Mike pulled out the hairbrush and wiped it off with a sanitary wipe. He walked around his room panting... now ecstatic at what Dan asked of him earlier. He glanced at the clock.
"Damn, only 3:34... Dan still has another 45 minutes before he got back." Mike threw on some work out clothes and gathered up his messy bedspread to take down to the washing machines in the basement of the dorm. He noticed Dan's hoodie in the corner and fished through the pocket for a smoke and a lighter. He stuck a cigarette in his muzzle and pocketed the lighter. Mike went out into the hall and waited patiently for the elevator, counting down the minutes until Dan was back.
To be continued...