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Just outside of campus grounds was a party being held in the frat house just like it every weekend. But on this day in particular Fynn sat outside the house, leaning against the side. It took a lot of inner pep talk to get the lanky ferret to leave his dorm and go. He wore his best blue jacket and pair of ripped jeans but now he was wondering why he even bothered.

Everyone inside was off their nut. Music was blasting way too loud for him. Everyone was all up against one another. Fynn wasn't much of a drinker, seemingly the complete opposite of everyone that attended the party. He had only been there ten minutes and that was enough for the ferret to stomp out of the house. As much as he wanted to just go back to his dorm and spend his night watching a movie or playing video games there was a nagging feeling that he was being ridiculous.

What was he expecting, a tea party? It's college. Of course everyone would be getting blackout drunk and blasting the speakers. Fynn sighed to himself and started to think that the problem was him. Maybe he's the one that shouldn't be there. Clearly, no one noticed when he arrived or left. But he had heard from his father and brother that college was going to the best years of his life. A time to be spent studying and partying. Studying was simple but partying was something the ferret was always terrible at. He had no idea how to kick back, how to make small talk...

Right before Fynn was about to head home there was a voice. From the side of the house stepped a rather large bull. He was tall, wore a varsity jacket over his white t-shirt and shorts. He was laughing to himself, an empty beer bottle held in his hand. The ferret rolled his eyes and averted his gaze, already fed up with the night. He was about to walk away for real but there was a heavy grunt and the sound of glass breaking. Fynn whipped around to see the bigger mammal lying on the ground, dazed and confused. Without thinking about it, the ferret rushed over to the bull.

"H-hey. Are you alright?" Fynn asked, his voice full over worry.

"Oh, don't *hic* worry, bro!" the bull chuckled, slowly getting up from the ground. He stood tall and looked down at the ferret who came to his aid. "Thanks for the help though."

Though the bull stood straight it was clear to see that he was drunk. Fynn could smell the alcohol on his breath and it was obvious seeing how the bovine tripped over seemingly nothing.

"Uh, no problem..." Fynn answered back. "So, were you leaving or..."

"Yeah, bro," the bull chuckled again. "I got a test due on Monday and I don't wanna be here all night."

"B-but it's 3 o' clock in the morning..." Fynn responded, raising an eyebrow.

For a moment the bull said nothing. But the silence was broken by his hearty laughter. With the force of a sledgehammer the bull slapped Fynn on the back. The ferret yelped, nearly bowled over from the force.

"Look, do you need any help getting back to your dorm?" Fynn offered. "I'm heading that way and I'll help you there."

"Aww. That's so nice. Sure, I'll walk with you. I can't say no to a cute thing like you," the bull hiccuped.

Fynn couldn't help but blush at the comment. What was up with this guy? There was no way he could leave him to just wander around the campus by himself. "D-do you have a name?"

"Yeah, it's Dillion," the bull introduced, sticking his arm out. He swayed a bit from the motion but managed to stay on his feet.

"Fynn, nice to meet you."

A yelp came from the ferret as Dillion pulled him close. Before Fynn could even register what was happening there was a pair of fat lips crashing against his. A snaking, deep coated tongue breached past the ferret's muzzle and invaded his mouth. In that moment Fynn's mind went blank. A part of him wanted to push the bull off of him but another part was melting under the kiss. The bull's hold on him was not forceful and there were deep moans that escaped from the corners of his mouth. With a loud grunt and heavy breath, Dillion broke the kiss and gazed into the ferret's confused eyes.

"Uhh... Uh... I'm sorry," Dillion slurred, lowering his gaze in shame.

"Uh, it's okay. It was kinda nice."

"N-no I'm sorry about--" Dillion's sentence was cut off as a heavy sigh of bliss came from him. The bull pulled Fynn closer and closed his eyes. The ferret was confused as to why the bull was apologizing to him if it wasn't for the kiss. His answer came as he felt something warm and hot soaking into his shirt and pants. Fynn looked down to see the bull pissing himself and since they were so close, the urine spread to his own clothes. Fynn tried to struggle but the bull held him close and tight, murring in his bliss as he emptied his bladder. Fynn whimpered as hot piss soaked into his clothes and fur. There was so much of it, dripping down onto the concrete between them. When Dillion's stream weakened and opened his eyes both he and Fynn were soaked in yellow, reeking piss.

"Aww, man. I'm so sorry, bro..." Dillion apologized.

Fynn didn't answer back. Instead he gripped his pants and pulled them down. There was no way he was going to keep wearing them like this. The bull watched, sure that the ferret was now stripping for him. He grinned and did the same, taking off his jacket and throwing it to the ground. He did the same with his shirt, reached for his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his lack of underwear. Soon the two males were naked and staring at one another. Neither of them were thinking straight; Fynn was panicking and Dillion was drunk. At any moment someone could step out of the house and see the two of them. Realizing this, Fynn finally spoke again.

"We have to get out of here," the ferret said.

The bull nodded and stretched his hand out. Fynn reluctantly took it and the bull ran from the house, leading the way towards somewhere they wouldn't be seen. And that place was right across the street. Dillion chuckled and opened the front door.

"Who's place is this?" Fynn asked fearfully. '

"Mine, bro."

"Oh..."

Dillion strolled past the ferret and crashed on his couch with a heavy sigh. He looked back at the ferret and patted his hand on the couch next to him. Fynn stepped towards the couch and awkwardly sat down next to the other naked male.

"Sorry again. It just kinda came out.."

"I guess..." Fynn sighed.

He couldn't help but look between the bull's length at the thick maleness that bounced at half hardness.

"What were you doing outside?" Dillion asked.

"I was... About to leave. I don't like parties..."

"Really? I don't either," Dillion smiled.

"Really?" Fynn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Today is the first college party I've ever been to and this is my first time being drunk. I think I'm doing a pretty good job at it."

Fynn couldn't help but chuckle. The bull smiled as the laughter filled the room.

"Uh..." Fynn began. "I didn't last ten minutes."

"I thought drinking would make it easier but I fell out the kitchen door," Dillion snickered. This time both of them were laughing. It made Fynn feel better knowing that he wasn't alone in not being an expert partier.

"Nice place you got here," Fynn complemented.

"Thanks," Dillon smiled. "My dad paid for it." The bull casually lowered his hand between his legs and began to play with his cock. With a few tugs the thick sheath began to harden in the bull's grip. A blush spread over Fynn's face and knew he should have looked away but he kept his eyes glued to the bovine now stroking his hard cock.

"Aah... Fuucck..." Dillion moaned, running his fingers against the length. Watching intently, Fynn's own cock was rock hard and was starting to leak on the couch's fabric. "H-hey. Can you suck on this for me?"

There were so many things running through the ferret's head but with a sigh he reminded himself that these were the best years of his life. Giving a shrug, Fynn gripped the large member and gave it a few soft strokes, coaxing a moan out of the bull. Leaning down, the ferret licked his lips before opening his muzzle and sinking the hard meat inside.

"Damn... It's so wet..."

Fynn groaned against the leaking member. He could taste the sharp, bitter tang of piss all over the twitching cock. Figuring he was already sucking the cock and there was no point in stopping now, Fynn continued to service the thick cock. He ran his tongue against the underside while he bobbed his head up and down. While he did so the ferret stroked his own dripping cock.

Soon the room was filled with the grunts and moans of the two males. Dillion leaned his head back and spread his arms, giving Fynn full room to suck him off. Between the bull's legs were a series of slurps and sucks. Fynn licked up and down, teasing the head that leaked pre against his tongue. A gag sounded as Dillion moaned and began to lazily buck his hips jamming his member down the ferret's muzzle.

"So warm... Shiiittt. S-sorry, Fynn. I'm gonna cum..." The bull snorted and clenched the couch cushions as he reached his orgasm. His balls churned as his seed splattered against Fynn's tongue and down his throat. Fynn swallowed the load, moaning against the member as he came as well, painting white ropes across the couch. Breathing heavily, Fynn let the spent cock fall free from his mouth and swallowed the last bits of seed. He looked up only to find the bull fast asleep. The ferret shook his head and leaned against Dillon. He could sort this all out in the morning, but for now he just wanted the day to be over with.