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"Finally" I said to myself as the door closed behind my roommate.

He was leaving for spring break, which meant I finally had some alone time. After two years of living with 15 other guys in one room, I relished any time completely alone that I could get. Any time I didn't have to wear pants either, but I was going to give a good thirty minute buffer on that just in case. I didn't want a repeat of what had happened over fall break. I don't think he was going to buy the "mending a hole" excuse twice.

I leaned back in my chair and looked around the dorm room. It wasn't very large, but it was clean and it was comfortable. My roommate had put up lots of posters on the wall, but I preferred the crispness of the empty plane for myside. That, and I didn't really have any posters to put up. My desk was fairly organized, with binders and folders for classes, labeled and stacked. I had a small box of junk I had collected wandering around campus, and a drawing of me a friend in the art program had done, framed and sitting next to it. My new laptop, which was a late graduation gift from my dad, sat open with a half written paper tempting me to procrastinate more.

My classes were all going well, and I was able to keep up my grades. I had already declared my business major, and had begun networking with my professors. It helped that I didn't have much going on outside of classes to distract me. I had tried to join the martial arts club, just as something to put on a resume, but the gym life was just not for me. Instead, I started offering tutoring classes in math, which had the additional benefit of producing a bit of spare cash in my pocket. After a few months, I was able to buy my own set of weights just like the ones from Dunhill. They more than proved their worth when I was having a long day and just needed a mental break from school work, plus, it drove off my roommate, who complained that it smelled too much when I worked out. I guess that's what you get for being a bloodhound.

Overall, McGunden University was treating me well, and I was enjoying life for the first time in a long while. My dad would occasionally text, usually with news about Maggie getting some sort of recognition at her highschool, but we didn't talk much otherwise. The summer went smoothly once I found work. While retail wasn't my favorite way to spend the days, 40 hours a week was 40 hours less of sitting at the apartment, dealing with a father who had found a new job that quickly replaced family at the top of the priority list. Plus, the job paid for my new car. I had managed to find someone selling an older sports car for fairly cheap online in part of some messy, bitter breakup or something. I didn't ask too many questions for the price I got it for. So, I had a sexy, sleek black convertible that turned heads and gave me a nice little ego boost when I needed it. That, and nothing beats the wind blowing in your fur when you're speeding down the highway and you just need to get away. And with McGunden being just off the coast, I did a lot of that.

My computer screen went black and I realized I had been staring at it for far too long. I closed it, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door.

The coastal air was still a bit brisk as I walked across campus. The snow had melted, but it was still a far ways from summer. I headed into the cafeteria, swiped my card, loaded up a plate with whatever they had left before they closed down for the week, and found a table. As I chewed through a piece of hot-lamp-hardened pizza, I overhead a group of girls behind me talking:

"Do you guys ever cyber stalk your old classmates?"

"Oh my god, I do it all the time!"

"Totally!"

"So, I was looking up this guy I had a crush on in high school, and guess what?"

"What?"

"He's got a fucking beer gut and two kids already!"

They all laughed.

"Isn't that what happens to all the cute ones?"

"My old BFF from middle school just popped out her first kid. I'm so glad I got out of that town."

"Oh come on, what else are they supposed to do if they don't go to college."

"Yeah, sex and meth are about all that's left!"

They all laughed again. I bit into the hard crust and pulled out my phone.

My mind rolled over the conversation. I didn't really know what it was like to have old classmates. Not ones I was close to anyway. I could live a hundred lifetimes and never see the guys from my last school again, and it would still be too soon. With homeschooling, I only had my sister, and she refused me friend request. I guess there was the year in public school. But I was really only close to one person.

I pulled up my profile and clicked on the search bar. I stared at it for a minute.

'J U D E' I typed in, pausing. A few hits popped up. I scrolled through them, but nothing looked familiar. I could only remember his first name. It seemed so long ago for it only being three years. So much had happened since then. I wasn't even sure if I'd recognize him. I know I looked a lot different now. I'm sure he did too. But, a last name would have really helped. Even if I could remember it, it'd be a long stretch. We wouldn't have any mutual friends, and there wasn't even a guarantee he used his real name, much less even had a profile. After watching the faces spin past, I closed the app.

Why did I even want to look him up? I hadn't thought of that fox in years. Maybe I was just feeling nostalgic. I glanced over at someone wiping up the tables and giving me the eye, so I shoved some more food in my mouth, quickly, before heading out. They closed the metal gate behind me.

I couldn't get the fox out of my head as I walked back to the dorm. The room was still empty, so I took it as a hint that I didn't need my pants anymore, dropping them as soon as the door clicked behind me. I sat down at my laptop and lifted up the screen.

The half written paper jumped up and mocked me again, so I quickly hid it under an internet window. My feed popped up. My mouse hovered over the search bar again. With a click and some typing, I was back digging through every Jude from New York to San Diego. It was a lot of females, with a few males sneaking in. And church pages. Lots of church pages. An endless stream of pictures spilled over my screen as I scrolled and scrolled. I'd see a glint of orange fur and stop, before moving on. When my finger started hurting, I sighed and clicked back to my feed. There was no use. The mystery would remain. I looked out of my window. It was getting dark out. With no school, and no students to tutor, I was looking at a week of nothing to do but sitting around in my underwear, jerking off.

So, I did.

I pulled my underwear down to my ankles and rubbed my hand down my soft shaft. I opened my favorite site and started browsing. Images of bodies rubbing against each other filled my screen; tits and dicks and asses everywhere. It didn't take long before my hand was wrapped around my shaft and I was pumping away to one of my favorites.

A huge cock appeared on screen and sank deep into a moaning female rabbit. The Doberman grabbed her ears and pulled as he rammed into her. It was weird to have the sound on, but with no one around, I turned it up. The sound of the Doberman huffing always got me in the mood. My cock tingled as I pulled on it.

I leaned back in my chair. God, it felt so good. I moaned, and looked around. I could make noise. I had gotten so good at hiding it in a room full of guys that being vocal was an exciting treat.

"Fuck..." I said, feeling my body tingle. It felt good. I moaned loudly. I closed my eyes and ran my hand down my stomach. My moans mixed with the dog's grunts. My hand slid down to my balls. They ached and wanted release.

Another naughty thought filled my head. I cracked open an eye to the door just to make sure as my fingers moved down lower. I hiked my hoof up onto the desk, and then pulled up the other. My curious fingers slid down the fur between my legs, feeling the start of my crack.

My body shivered. I ran my middle finger gently across the space between the two mounds. My heart raced. I shouldn't be doing this. But who would know?

I pressed and felt my finger slide into the warm gap. I searched and found what I was looking for. I pressed the tip against the pucker. It felt so satisfying as I pressed harder. My mind raced in excitement. I had seen it in a few pornos, but had never dared try it myself. The muscle was so strong against my finger.

I gave a sigh and relaxed my muscles. With a gasp, I felt my finger slide in. I immediately pulled it out and looked around. Someone was going to find out, I knew it. My heart beat loudly in my chest. The sounds of the moaning on the screen echoed in the empty room. I got up, and pulled my roommates chair up to the door, wedging it under the handle. I double checked that the curtains were closed, and turned around anything on my roommate's side of the bed that I thought might have a camera in it.

I sat back down at my chair, and pulled off my shirt. I had only been completely naked in my dorm room a few times, so I felt odd and wrong. I looked down between my legs. I had gone soft, but glancing up and seeing the Doberman squirting a fountain of cum onto the rabbits back quickly changed that.

I rubbed my shaft, nervously eyeing the door again.

"Just do it," I told myself as I felt my hand move down again. "What is the worst that could happen?"

My legs went up to either side of my laptop again, and I reached over and got a squirt of lotion on my hand.

My finger went in much easier now. It was a new sensation. I was warm and soft inside. I felt around and once the curiosity had faded, I was moaning as I felt my finger move further and further into me.

"Holy shit," I said, realizing that I have been missing out on a lot of great masturbation. I wriggled another finger in and my cock jumped in my hand. "Fuuuuuccck" I gasped, feeling my ring pulling open as I moved another knuckle down.

My cock was leaking pre down my stomach as I leaned back. My muscles tense. I was panting.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I said, realizing that I was getting close. Suddenly, an image of the fox thrusting hard between my legs burst into my memory. I felt the shot of cum hit my face and go over my head. I froze with my eyes wide open.

My soaked chest moved with my heavy breath, and my muscles stayed tense. My cock dribbled down onto my belly. What the hell just happened?

I pulled my fingers out and ran to the sink, scrubbing them clean. I looked up at the mirror. I was covered in cum. I splashed water on my chest and face, trying to scrub it all off.

"I'm not gay, I'm not gay" I said, shaking as I ran my hands under the water again. "It was just an accident. I'm not gay."

I turned off the water and turned around. My entire body was shaking. Memories that I had buried deep under layers and layers of pain suddenly flooded my mind. I couldn't breathe. The room felt small. I frantically ran to the window, opened it and stuck my head out. The cold night air ran over my shaking body as I gasped. My eyes blurred with tears as I looked at the dark ground below.

I wanted these thoughts out of my head. I didn't want to think of that fox, or the things that we did; all of the pain that they caused. My body ached as I remembered the beatings. My head filled with the screams and the threats. My shaking got worse.

I slammed the window, and ran to my dresser, pulling on whatever my hand could reach first. I was out the door and in my car before I knew it.

The world was flying by me as I got onto the highway. Cars flashed by as speed around them. I couldn't feel my nose as the cold wind numbed it.

The thoughts flicked away like dry paint as I raced. Eventually there was nothing left. I watched the lights of a far off town drift by, and I found my inner peace again. I just needed to keep driving.

My fingers went numb on the wheel as I passed by a semi. It felt good not to feel.

I drove until there weren't any more lights on the highway around me. There was nothing but flat farmland for miles. I felt my foot press the petal to the floor, and the wind violently whipped around my head.

Then lights. Lots of them. Red and blue behind me. Fuck.

I let go of the gas, and moved into the other lane, and then off to the shoulder. The lights stung my eyes as I watched them in my mirror. An older male deer walked up to my car and looked back at me with a flashlight in his hand. I silently prayed he'd take pity on me.

"Where are we going in such a hurry tonight?" he said, as I'm sure he had said a thousand times before.

"No where in particular. Just out for a drive."

"Have you been drinking?"

"No, Sir. I'm only nineteen."

"License and registration please."

I pulled out my wallet and handed him my license, and dug around in my glove compartment for the rest.

"Do you know how fast you were going?" he asked, looking over the papers.

"I do not."

"One hundred and nineteen miles per hour." He didn't look at me when he said it.

I sighed.

"I'll be back. I'm going to run your information. Don't dry anything funny."

He disappeared from my view and I let the pain of the lights hurt my eyes again. 'Fucking stupid. God damn, you idiot. Fucking idiot,' I said in my head as I looked out into the darkness of the night.

After a long while, the older deer strode up to my car again, handing me my papers.

"It looks like this is your first offense," he said, crossing his arms and looking down at me.

"And I'm very sorry," I said, looking up and feeling hopeful he would just let me go.

"Unfortunately, going 49 miles an hour over the speed limit is quite the illegal stunt. "This ticket is going to cost you. A lot."

He handed me the printed ticket, and my whole body sank.

"If you'd like to contest it, you can take it to court. But I wouldn't waste your time. Your fee will be posted in a few days and you can call the number at the top of your ticket on how to pay. Now, you have a nice, SLOW, drive home, OK?"

I tried to force a smile, but I was thankful it was dark.

With a nod, he walked back to his car. I slammed the wad of papers in my hand into the glove box, signaled, and pulled out back onto the highway. There went all of my savings for a TV. I might as well have just lit a few hundred dollars on fire for fun.

I didn't know how far I had gone, but it took another tank of gas and most of the night going the speed limit until I was back on campus. By the time I parked, I could barely keep my eyes open. I got to my dorm room, dropped my pants, flopped down on my bed, and glared at my ceiling with burning eyes.

"Fuck you, Jude."