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Hehhey everyone!

Here's a Gruffy Christmas Special for everyone who still has to toil at work before the bliss of the holidays is upon us all. 17,000+ words of goodness awaits you, so if you've been a naughty boy...here's a present for y'all! : )

You may be a NICE boy, though, by leaving a comment or a fave, since all feedback is most welcome, so that I know that I did at least some of the job right. This story is for myself, as much as your you, too!

Have a fun read!

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Cheers,

Gruffy

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"Fuck this shit, man, " Drew dropped his pencil down over the messily scrawled notes covering the table and then leaned back on the chair and threw his paws up in the air to signify his defeat.

"Wassup?" the bespectacled raccoon sitting opposite to him lifted his gaze from the rather more organized equations in his own papers and looked at the canine in front of him curiously over his sharp nose.

Drew grunted and rubbed the back of his neck, and his tall Sheppie ears flicked in a clear sign of annoyance. The big doggie snorted, and his tail smacked the carpeted floor, making a thump that was clearly loud enough to be heard by both furries, if not the hovering librarian, standing nearby.

"I give up," Drew snorted. "It's gonna take me all night if I keep doing this at this rate. It's a bust, man, it's a fucking bust."

The raccoon flicked a curious ear at his study companion and put his paw delicately down to the table, next to his expensive Texas Instruments calculator.

"What's the problem?"

Drew scratched his Metallica-T-shirt-clad buff chest, breathed out a huff, and yawned, wide enough to show his tonsils to the curious, gently staring raccoon.

"This fucking L'hospital's method, I've no idea what to do with it," the Sheppie announced his defeat dramatically.

The raccoon gave a dry chuckle.

"Professor Kleiner has been talking about it for two weeks now, what's your problem?" the raccoon asked curiously.

Drew flicked a restless paw over his hastily written notes and made a face.

"I can't keep it up, my tangents keep getting off the fractions. I don't have enough power."

The sweater-wearing raccoon shrugged mildly.

"That's why you put the logarithm to the front and then input the fraction as 1 divided with ctgx and find the derivative of the natural logarithm," the raccoon spoke, as if he was telling that one plus two was three.

The Sheppie grunted.

"Fuck you, Pitt, that's bullshit."

"That's how it's done," Pitt the raccoon replied, calm in the face of the two-hundred pound storm of a Sheppie that was Drew, currently scowling at the diminutive raccoon with an ugly expression in his eyes.

Drew rubbed his face and picked a can of Red Bull from the desk. Technically they were not allowed to bring any food or drink to the library, but the Sheppie was not about to go through this marathon session of studying without his customary caffeine boost, and that's what he did now, even, as he gushed down a big mawful of the sour stuff.

Pitt frowned a little as the strong scent of the drink washed over his nose, but he did not complain about it. Instead, he just kept on watching the jock Sheppie, who probably was capable of doing the homework that had been assigned to him, but simply couldn't be bothered to try hard enough. Typical.

Drew wiped his maw on the back of his paw and crushed the can in his grip. He smirked a little at the sound it made, and then stuffed the crumpled can into his backpack, lying messily on the floor by his footpaws. The big Sheppie yawned again.

"Shit..."

"I can look at your stuff if you like," Pitt smiled a little as he waved his paw in the general direction of the Sheppie's painstakingly solved equations.

Drew grunted.

"What's the point, they're probably all wrong, anyway," the Sheppie snorted.

"It won't do you any harm if I give it a look," Pitt suggested.

Drew shrugged.

"Whatever," the Sheppie slumped even further down on his chair, pulled out his iPhone and started to fumble it.

Pitt took that as an assent and then gingerly caught the corner of one of the sheets of paper on the desk and pulled it over to his side of the table. The raccoon put it under the table lamp for best visibility and then leaned over to carefully study the Sheppie's atrocious paw writing. He tried not to care about the definite sounds of Angry Birds being played coming out of Drew's phone while he tried to concentrate on deciphering the gallant attempt at solving the undefined function. He hovered over the sheet of paper, wondering whether he should even try to make any written corrections to it, but all told, it would probably only make things more confusing.

"Drew?" the raccoon cleared his throat and gave the Sheppie a look.

Drew's ears flicked down and his eyes only momentarily glanced at Pitt across the table before they returned to the screen of his small phone.

"It seems that you've got a bit of a problem resolving the power of the x in this equation, I think that's where you do things wrong," Pitt mused.

Drew snuffled and flapped the floor with his bushy tail.

"Can't always win."

Pitt shook his head briefly.

"You need tutoring."

"Yup."

Pitt snuffled.

"Drew, I think you do need some tutoring to get this right before you develop more bad habits that you'll have trouble getting out of in the future. This could be the make or break moment of your whole academic career."

"I just want to be an engineer."

More game noises.

"You have to learn the math first."

"Whatever."

"It's not whatever, you have a systematic problem with your solving methods, you have to root it out."

Drew put his phone down with an exasperated snort and gave the raccoon an ugly look.

"So let's get to it, master," the Sheppie snuffled. "Show me the trick you need to do to get the power of the x right."

Pitt's ears flicked rapidly.

"But..."

Drew leaned over the desk, so that they were almost nose to nose.

"Come on, you told me that I have to do it fast, and I have to have this done by Friday, you know that as well."

"I do," Pitt's whiskers bristled a little, "but you know that I have to go to work in twenty minutes, I don't have the time to tutor you tonight, and tomorrow I'm going to be doing my chemistry lab tutoring...might take a while there, too."

Drew growled.

"Thanks for nothing then, FRIEND" he spat the friendly word out in a most unfriendly manner.

Pitt frowned, and let his ears flop down, briefly, before they bounced up.

"Sorry, dude, I really have to do that shift at McDonalds or they'll let me go for being a lazy asshole."

Drew yawned and licked his front teeth with his big, sloppy, pink doggie tongue.

"Whatever, I'm gonna fail it anyway, so what's the point?" the Sheppie grumbled to himself.

Pitt rubbed his chin with his delicate paw and watched the pissed off Sheppie for a couple of minutes, considering his options. He really did want to help his jock friend about this, he knew he could do it if he wanted to, but being a jock certainly didn't help the Sheppie with his academic performance. It was all the tail-chasing and partying and football-playing that were causing mindbogglement in the Sheppie, not the fact that the math was too hard.

"Well...you know, Drew, there's someone I could call if you like, who might help you if he's got the time."

The Sheppie's ears perked, and his head rose from the collapsed position, with his chin against his buff chest, and now looking up to the raccoon seated in front of him.

"What?"

"Do you want me to ask someone else if he could help you out?" Pitt spoke with a little smile.

"Whatever."

"I take that as a yes," Pitt snuffled as he took out his phone from his jeans pocket and began to browse through his contacts.

Drew watched impassively while the raccoon put his phone up to his ear and waited patiently for whoever was on the other end to answer.

"Hi, wassup? Heheh, yeah, good to hear that, me too, heheh! Yeah...yeah, same old...you? Well...sure...how about you? Oh...I see...well...you know, could you help me out with something today? My friend Drew's got a bit of problem with his ex...no, shut up, not that, hahahaah, no, he really needs a bit of tutoring with his undefined functions. Yes, yeah, Kleiner's...yeah...yeah, Drew...Andrew Craig...yeah...oh yeah, yeah, that Drew...yeah...yeah...oh...?...well yeah...sure...yeah...okay, I'll ask..."

Pitt held his paw over his phone and looked firmly at Drew.

"Are you free today around five?" Pitt asked.

Drew scratched the side of his muzzle.

"Yeah, I guess."

Pitt put the phone back up to his ear.

"Yeah, Drew says he can make it...yeah, yeah, sure...you know...yeah...oh yes...hahah, yeah, of course! I'll tell him, sure...yeah...okay...okay, well, I'll tell him...sure...see you...bye!"

With a definite beep, the phone call was over, and Pitt but his phone back down.

"Carl says he can do it today at five, so you should be at the Christiansen dorms around that time, room 212," Pitt recited, "and it's gonna cost you a bit."

Drew frowned.

"Carl? Which Carl?"

Pitt chuckled.

"Carl Masters, you know, the fox."

Drew snorted.

"Oh right. Didn't know he knew anything about maths, seems to be such a dork."

"He's not a dork, he's probably better than either of us in maths, so think about that while you go HUMBLY asking for his help in saving your ass," Pitt gave the Sheppie a stark look, something that amused Drew for some bizarre reason, for he chuckled once the rant was over.

"Hahah, sure."

"And it'd be polite if you paid him, too, you know none of us has too much money...well...maybe you do, but everyone else needs every little extra they can get," the raccoon spoke calmly.

"I didn't choose my investment banker parents," Drew shrugged.

"I know you didn't," Pitt replied, not about to be tempted into an argument with the pigheaded Sheppie. "But you know I mean...be nice to him."

Drew snuffled and rubbed his chin.

"Yeah, I guess I can spare him a few bucks if he's any good at the stuff he does," the Sheppie rumbled lazily.

Pitt chuckled.

"Yeah, bucks," the raccoon mused, and then glanced at the big clock on the opposite wall, about a hundred feet away, and thirty feet up. "But I really should be going now, I don't want to rush. You remember to be at the Christiansen building at five, room 212, okay?"

Pitt began to gather his study materials, giving the Sheppie an occasional glance while he worked. Drew seemed to be almost asleep in his chair, but his ears kept flicking, and after a moment, he did snort, and yawn, and stretch his paws high above his head.

"Yeah, okay."

"Do you want me to give you his number in case you have to call him?" Pitt asked, ever the considerate one, unlike the rich kid he had befriended against most odds, he thought.

"It's okay, thanks, man."

"You say hello to Carl from me, will you?" Pitt smiled.

"Yeah, sure."

Pitt finished with his packing and then slung his bag over his shoulder and gave the desk a final scanning look to make sure that he had not forgotten anything there.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, and hopefully you can tell me a whole lot of exciting things about undefined functions."

"Yeah, right!" Drew smirked toothily.

"Bye, Drew."

"Lol, bye, Pittsburg."

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Drew walked lazily along the gravel path in the campus area, not really much bothering to hurry since he knew that his destination was hardly an awesome place, but yet another stuffy dorm, and belonging to a fox, nonetheless, who was supposed to help him out. Drew's head bobbed up and down along to the music blasting through his earphones and keeping the Sheppie so immersed that he almost walked past the Christiansen building. It was a redbrick box, just like all the other old dorm buildings and could only be told apart by the big name sign on the front, right next to the "KEEP WAY CLEAR FOR EMERGENCY VEHICLES" sign that was surrounded by hastily parked bicycles.

The smell of furs was strong in the Sheppie's nose as he entered the dank, dimly lit hallway, and headed up the stairs for the second floor in search of the mysterious fox. It smelled of booze, cigarettes, unwashed laundry and a multitude of furs, all things he wasn't too used to while walking through the glistening clean hallway of his own nice apartment block outside the campus, courtesies of his hefty monthly allowance. Drew really had nothing to complain about, except the homework, maybe, but perhaps the mysterious fox could help about that, too.

He reached the second floor without a hitch and only had to round a couple of corners before he stood behind the door 212. His tail gave a tense flap against his calves when a big bull lumbered past, and gave him a dark glance on his way towards the stairs. Drew wasn't so sure how these normal kids dealt with him...though he knew that he could take care of himself, he was a jock, after all, plenty of muscles and a bit of brain, too, and he had not heard complaints about the cock department either...well, that was probably not so relevant, but there hadn't been complaints.

Drew flipped his phone out of his pocket to check the time and decided that 16:50 was close enough to the five pm deadline, and knocked sharply at the door. A few moments later, he could hear the click of a deadbolt and the door was pulled open, to reveal a whiff of fox musk and the sight of a lean, red-furred male standing in front of him, wearing a blue, collared shirt and some jeans, and looking up to the looming Sheppie jock filling his doorway. Drew could see the white-tipped tail flick from side to side, and his ears caught a snippet of canned laughter coming off a television from within the dorm room.

"Carl?" Drew grunted.

The fox's whiskers shook.

"That's me," the slight college dude smiled, shoving the tips of his teeth. "You must be Drew..."

"Yeah," Drew snuffled.

The swishy-tailed male stepped away from the door and admit Drew into his sanctuary. The Sheppie spent a few moments looking around the place, getting his feel of the place, and wondering what it could tell to him about the fox he had seen during the lectures but didn't know in person at all. There was only a single bed, which told him that this was one of the nicer dorms where you got a room for your own, there were some closets off to one side, and a desk with the television and a computer on it, and there was a bookshelf stuffed with a lot of thick books, some of which he recognized being relevant to their course. A fridge hummed off to one corner of the room and its white painted door was decorated with some magnets. There was a Lord of the Rings movie poster on the wall, which had to be some sort of a collector's item, Drew thought, it had been so long since the movie came out. A thick carpet rustled under his sneakers-covered paws, too. It was quite neat, it was alright. Looked normal enough to him.

Carl the fox moved to close the door, and then made his soft-stepping way over to the Sheppie, watching him with curious, brown eyes.

"So you're Drew..."

The Sheppie flicked his tail and rumbled.

"Thought that was kinda obvious by now," he wondered whether the fox genuinely had trouble knowing who he was...that wasn't an eventuality he had prepared for.

Carl rubbed his chin with his paw and gave Drew an once-over with his eyes, taking in all the detail there was to the newly arrived male in his dorm room.

"Well I'm Carl, in case you didn't know me," the fox extended his paw for the Sheppie to take.

Drew gave the dark paw a quick look and frowned briefly before he caught the smaller paw into his bigger one and gave it a quick squeeze. Carl smiled and let his tail sway freely behind him.

"I understand you've got some problem with functions."

Drew snorted. He didn't like being told that there was something he couldn't do, whether it was snowboarding in the challenging slopes in Aspen with newcomer skills, or some fucking natural logarithms, or whatever.

"Yeah, I guess."

Carl just kept on smiling that annoying fox smile of his.

"Well, could you maybe show me some of your homework, and I'll know what we're going to work with? You can put your backpack down to the bed, too, by the way."

Drew gave a quick nod and turned over, taking the couple of steps needed to reach the bed before he hauled his pack off his back and put it down to the bed as he was told. He snapped the lid open and pulled out the plastic folder containing his scrawled notes. The smooth-stepping fox was by him before he noticed, and held out paws which soon were filled with the Sheppie's notes, pushed into his paw. Drew sat unceremoniously and uninvited on the bed which squeaked under his weight. The fox's ears flicked upon the sound, but he did not comment otherwise, simple walked over to his desk and pulled his chair over and turned it around so that he could be facing Drew while looking through the rumpled papers in his paws.

"Okay...anything in particular you need help with?"

Drew put his paws behind his neck and leaned against the wall, his tail flapping between his outstretched legs, over the side of the bed.

"Power of the x or something like that, that's what Pitt said," the Sheppie rumbled, already bored and missing his own big apartment and a cold beer, maybe.

The papers rustled in the fox's lap as he spent a few moments going through them. Lively eyes followed scrawled paths of thinking and unthinking along the papers, fingers were tapped against a few equations and a calculator resting on the table was quickly consulted at some point, but all the time he remained silent, which could have been unnerving for Drew if it hadn't gone any longer. He didn't even seem to mind the TV being on by him on the table, showing...what else...Big Bang Theory. Drew's ears kept flicking along to the canned laughter, but Carl didn't even do that...so immersed he was in the world of mathematics, encased on that desecrated piece of paper he held.

"Riiiiiight!"

Drew's ears flicked sharply upon hearing the fox speak again, and he sat up on the edge of the bed, adopting a taller, straighter posture, which he knew to show off his body, too, for those who liked to see a big buff doggie who packed a punch in his shirt.

Carl shuffled the wheeled chair over by propelling himself with his paws, and he landed by the seated Sheppie, whose head now hovered about the fox's shoulder's height, reversing their size difference for the moment, as Carl held out the paper back to Drew.

"Alright, I think I've figured out what you're doing wrong here," the fox said, "you have to see the breaking point before you add the extremes to the equation and go deriving and doing the L'Hospital for finding the value of a in this number space. Otherwise you won't have a proper value for x and then it's all a bust."

Drew snuffled.

"I knew that," he replied, with a sharp flap of his tail against the side of the bed. "I do!"

Carl chuckled, an almost ringing sound compared to Drew's own barking laughter.

"You still managed to get it wrong every time here, over...what, four problems," Carl noted, giving the Sheppie a look.

Drew grumbled.

"I was a bit tired, maybe I just got confused during the lecture and didn't know what I was doing," Drew shrugged, knowing that stalling the confession of not giving a shit about the lecture would only draw this thing out even further.

"Maybe," Carl mused, still watching the Sheppie curiously.

Drew made a face.

"So what can you do about it?" the Sheppie sounded almost pleading as he spoke to the fox again.

Carl gave one of those broad foxy smiles and flicked his ears, as he leaned his chin against his paw, his elbow on the armrest while he leaned over to the side and watched the Sheppie. Drew didn't like that kind of looks, but he guessed that it was this little guy's way of getting under his fur, trying to make sure that he would want to listen or some fucked up shit like that.

"Weeeeell..." Carl kept on smirking, "I can go through the problems with you, step by step, and correct any problems in your technique..."

The smiling fox's breath tickled Drew's whiskers and made the jock snort loudly.

"...if you like."

Drew grunted.

"Sure, whatever to get past the mid-term," the Sheppie flicked his ears down and smacked the bed with his tail. "Whatever."

"Whatever..." the fox smiled.

"Bah," Drew sat back and leaned against the wall again. "Let's get to it soon, I've got better stuff to do too, I'm sure you do, too...WoW or something."

Carl chuckled aloud, sharply, ringingly, again.

"You're funny," the geek fox smiled.

Drew smirked, proudly, even if the compliment was coming from the fox of all furs. It still felt nice.

"I'm sorry, I don't play World of Warcraft," Carl mused. "Don't really have the time for games."

Drew snorted.

"I don't have too much time to waste either," he rumbled, and Carl watched how the Sheppie stuffed his paw into his pants pocket and took out a black leather wallet.

The wallet was opened with a snap, and Drew took out a fifty-dollar bill and held it out between pawfingers.

"Think this is gonna be enough for you, dude?" the Sheppie asked.

Carl's eyes flicked between the offered bill and the Sheppie's face, and then another of those vulpine smiles spread over his long muzzle, accompanied by a little chuckle.

"Heheh...fifty bucks..."

"That's still pretty good for a couple of hours of tutoring, don't you think?"

Drew's brow quirked as he stared at the fox, hoping that he would appear intimidating enough that the fox would not fall into the temptation of greed and try to pump more money out of the Sheppie...whom could spare it, of course, but still...you gotta have principles.

"Oh yes, of course it is," Carl smiled still, "but....not everything can be measured in money, you know, Drew..."

Drew gave the fox a curious look, wondering what the hell he meant by that, while still not moving his paw away, with its offering. He wasn't about to start bargaining with the geek, there was no point...

"I'll definitely help you, Drew..." the fox turned his swiveling chair a little, so that he was better facing the Sheppie, "if you help me..."

Then Drew felt the sudden warmth of the fox's paw, coming to rest over his knee, a light presence, but it was there, and it wasn't moving.

Drew's eyes widened. His tail gave that offending arm a slap, his ears flattened, and the jock let out a surprised bark, as he stood up from the bed, pushing the wheeled fox off to the side in the process. He stood up, breathing hard and staring at the fox who had recovered from his sudden centrifugal ride and still sat in the chair, watching the growling bigger canine with curious eyes. Drew bared his teeth and slapped his tail.

"What the fuck's that, Carl, you trying to make some sort of homo moves on me, dude?" Drew growled dangerously, his back against the fox's desk, his eyes moving between the seated male and the door, his exit from this nest of offending potential gayness. The fox looked all too calm sitting there, his tail swaying gently between his legs, carefully avoiding the wheels of the chair.

"I don't take money for tutoring, Drew, if the fur I'm tutoring has something else I might like, and you do have something I might like, Drew..." the fox smirked, and licked his lower lip.

Drew snorted.

Of course.

The fox was as faggy as a drama student. No wonder the whole room was so color-coordinated, with those curtains matching the bedspread and those two pillows so well, no clashing colors or errant tones. The fox did smell a bit fruity, too, maybe it was some sort of an expensive gay shampoo he used, or a conditioner. Drew looked carefully around the fox's eyes to see if he was wearing any makeup, but couldn't see signs of eye liner there...at least that was a relief. His teeth were really white, though, that might be a giveaway...or then not. Drew had his own whitened once a year, to look especially nice, of course he did.

And the fox kept watching him still, as if he was standing there in his boxers and not in his shirt and his jeans...was that how it looked when someone was stripping you with their eyes? Maybe it was that, Drew thought, as he glared at the little fox.

"I think I'm gonna get the fuck out of here," Drew grunted. "Lemme get my stuff and Ill be gone."

Drew hesitated to approach the bed again, Carl was sitting by it still, watching him and being so...gay all sudden, and he didn't want to get too near in case...nah...why not...he did take one step closer, and received another weird smile from the fox.

"You should stay," Carl spoke in that soft voice of his, "it's not like you don't like it..."

Drew bared his teeth and grunted, stopped by the fox's words that caused his ears to flatten. Drew's paw pulled into a fist and he shook it in the air in front of him, aimed at the fox, while the big Sheppie growled.

"What did you say there?" he put up his best angry jock face and decided to stare the small fuck down and make him apologize for being such a fag.

Carl licked his lips.

"Pitt told me that you bark when you cum, and that you shot buckets on his face" the fox spoke innocently.

Drew looked like someone had stepped on his tail as he stood there, his eyes widening, and his muzzle fell comically open, just the way it did in the cartoons, and he simply stood there and stared at the little fox who was smirking ever so confidently from his chair.

"Oh come on, Pitt told me that you guys have been fooling around for a couple of months now, it's no big deal."

Drew snarled.

"Shut the fuck up!" he waved his paw in front of him.

Carl didn't seem to mind. In fact, he was still smiling, and his tail kept flicking lazily, while he still looked at the wide-eyed, huffing canine.

"Come on, we're both grown men here, it's not like you have to be ashamed of liking sex..."

"I'm not gay!" Drew snapped, spit flying from his muzzle.

Carl tipped his head to the side.

"Didn't say you were, I just know that you got off in Pitt's ass last Saturday and that you seemed to be pretty much into it."

Drew's body tensed massively, so much that Carl suspected that the football-playing Sheppie was about to rush over and tackle the fox down, using him ample bulk and skills to smash him through the wall, perhaps. The prospect did cause a tense shake go through Carl's lean body, but only briefly.

"Bi the way is a good way too, you know."

Drew spat out a seething growl at the fox, but didn't move a muscle. Even his fist-equipped paw had fallen down over to his side, as he stood there, staring at the small fox with wide eyes.

"So you like a bit of cock too, what's the problem?" Carl shrugged. "It's not like anyone else knows except me and Pitt...and any other dudes you might have fooled around with, and I only know because I've been fooling around with Pitt for a while and he couldn't help but tell that he'd gotten it on with a football player..."

Drew snarled at the thought of his friend ratting off about their dirty little secrets, to this puny fox of all furs, sitting there like the boss of the universe and stating these things out bluntly for the Sheppie who was disliking Carl Masters more and more by the minute. No wonder he hadn't wanted to hang out with him before now, and he sure as fuck would not try to do it later on. No...the fox was dangerous...he knew too much...apparently he did know quite the lot about the Sheppie's bi-curious meddling with the raccoon, who had been all too eager to sink his muzzle down over Drew's thick doggie cock, or take it under his tail...fuck...shit...

"I'm not going to tell anyone, you know," Carl rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "but I just thought that the payment could be made in a much more satisfying way than cold, hard cash...when it could be...warm...and hard...."

The fox winked and made the Sheppie grunt loudly.

"You one motherfucking..."

Carl shrugged.

"Take your pick, jock," he teased the muscle-bound doggie openly now, not letting him go easily, "either you simply leave, you give me that fifty bucks and we'll never mention it again, or...you'll spare fifty bucks, and get to have a bit of fun at the same time too....no questions asked...and nobody will ever know."

Drew frowned again as he listened to his options. He wondered how the little guy could appear so superior, even from such a vantage point...there was nothing he could do about it, he could just go through that door and leave and never think about it again...though he was going to kill Pitt for setting this up, he was sure that the raccoon had suggested to the fox that he'd try to ask Drew if he would like to pay with cock rather than money...what a motherfucker...yeah...and that fox...he'd need a lesson, too, but what kind of a lesson was that...

Yeah.

Drew smirked confidently as his not so dumb mind came up with something to retaliate with, and the knowledge made him stand a bit taller, and puff out his chest, while he smirked toothily.

"Well, you forgot to blackmail me, though, Carl," he spoke the fox's name sharply.

Carl's ears flicked bemusedly.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Drew snorted, and spoke in a low rumble, "You forgot to tell me that if I don't agree to your demands, you'll tell everyone in your little gay mafia that I came to your room to get laid from you, and that I screw around with Pitt. You should've threatened me with the loss of my reputation as an alpha male and a first grade top dog and a jock, and I would certainly lose all my power in getting any girls because everyone would think that I'm a rump ranger and a cocksucker."

Drew felt quite breathless after he was done, and then simply held his muzzle shut.

Carl chuckled hollowly after the tirade was over.

"Really, now," he shook his head mildly.

Drew snorted.

"Fuck you."

Carl chuckled.

"Weren't you just saying that you don't like guys?"

Drew bared his teeth and hissed.

"Don't mess around with me, Carl."

Carl swiveled himself from side to side in his chair, a lazy habit, while he kept up the staring contest with the arrogant Sheppie.

"Would you really think I would want to out you, Drew? Where's the fun in that?"

"I don't know what you gay guys think, maybe you want the whole world to know that the football jock has done it with a guy!"

Carl's eyes lit up, and Drew knew that he had just confessed to fooling around with a guy...and the fox couldn't have missed that fact, judging by his reaction. He tried to bare his teeth again when the fox grinned, but found himself oddly...hesitant to do so. It felt like the fox was gaining more power by the moment...playing with the Sheppie, obviously, he was a team player, Drew was, he knew how it worked. Subtle things that could change the master of the situation from one fur to another.

"It's none others' business except yours, of course, Drew," Carl smiled,

" which is why I have absolutely no intention to out you as a gay, bi, or anything in between. I'm just telling you that you shouldn't be so worked up over my little...suggestion."

Drew huffed loudly, but allowed his lips to remain to cover his teeth. His tail kept flicking nervously from side to side, he still breathed heavily, but no longer felt the need to run out of the dorm room, or to go and strangle the fox sitting in the chair and looking ever so innocent. In fact, the fox didn't look half bad all told, if he'd think about it that way - NO! He would not think about it that way, he didn't want to think about it that way, it didn't really make a difference, now, did it? Just another swishy gay fox, and he was a good, muscular, buff, nice-smelling, smart, good-looking guy, who could give you a good ride if you hopped along.

"See?" Carl spoke again. "No need to get all riled...unless it's of the right kind of riled, of course."

The fox winked, and the Sheppie huffed at the young male's flirting ways. The fox's demeanor had definite changed by now, he held himself up differently, even his voice sounded a bit different ,maybe...or maybe he was imagining it all, simply because now he knew that the fox was gay and he expected him to act and look a certain way.

"I just came here to study," Drew spoke lamely.

Carl got out of the wheeled chair and stood up to his bouncy paws, his tail swishing languidly now, while he still looked calmly at the Sheppie standing there, nailed to the floor, and not letting his eyes move away from the small fox. Carl smiled a little, and took the first step towards the Sheppie.

"I know" Carl grinned.

The fox stepped closer again, and Drew felt furs in his neck bristle. What was the dude doing now...why was he coming closer?

"Yeah, I would like to do that, since that's what I came here for."

"Indeed you did," the fox licked his upper lip, and his eyes seemed to spark a little.

Drew's tail tucked itself between his legs. He should tell the fox that they should flop their calculators out and get down into business of deriving and doing integrals and pivots and not...not play with weird game.

Another step. Now he definitely smelled the fox, a little bit of shampoo mixed with canine musk, not a big guy musk like his own, but it was there, noticeable enough, especially for another male doggie. You definitely knew if someone else was in your territory, even if it was a slim little fox like Carl.

"I don't want any hanky-panky."

Carl just kept on smiling as he stood only a foot away from the Sheppie, looking up to him. The tips of his ears almost reached Drew's chin, but he was still a lot shorter than the big German Shepherd jock...but he didn't seem so small when he was so close.

"So let's not call it that," Carl mused, a second before his paw landed over the front of Drew's pants.

The Sheppie's muzzle opened as he tried to speak something, but the fox was faster in getting to his tiptoes and kissing him, right on the maw.

"WOW!"

Drew's eyes could not widen any more than they already had, but he did yelp and scurry back upon the double feeling of a paw copping a feel of his junk, as well as the kiss coming from surprisingly soft, definitely very warm lips belonging to the small fox dude. The jock collided with the desk behind him and hit it with a rustling noise, loud enough to make their ears flick down rapidly.

Carl still loomed in front of him, ever so close...even closer now...Drew felt knees touch his own...oh shit...

"Just an exchange of what we both need, Drew," Carl murmured, his breath tickling Drew's face a moment before his paw caught the Sheppie's collar and pulled his muzzle down to a comfortable kissing height.

At first, the Sheppie was quite passive, not really responding to the movement of the fox's lips over his. He could feel the paw on his collar still, and another over the mound of his sheath in his well-fitting jeans, and he found himself unable to resist the combined threesome of sensations. He did snort a couple of times and saw how Carl's ears flicked, but that did not stop him from kissing the Sheppie. Drew kept breathing heavily through his nose, trying to keep still even while the fox explored his lips and even touched them with his tongue. The guy could kiss nicely, he had to admit, especially when tongues became involved and Drew even dared to let his own join in the fun, touching the fox's tongue, tentatively, inside his own maw.

Carl sighed into their kiss as he felt the tip of the tongue brush his own, and his paw resting on the lump on the Sheppie's pants gave that prized part a squeeze, eliciting a rumble from the bigger male's broad chest. Carl's eyes had a definite twinkle to them when the kiss parted and he felt the hot huff of Drew's breath over his muzzle. His tail wagged.

"Now that we have come to agreement, Drew, I think it's best if we get comfortable," the fox smiled, stroking his paw up and down on the Sheppie's crotch, firm enough to make sure that it could be properly felt through the thick cloth. "Don't you think so?"

Drew managed to nod, and he let out a breath, distracted by the warm sensation over his rapidly swelling sheath. The fox simply kept smiling as his other paw joined the first, rubbing the Sheppie's prominent bulge for a few moments before it moved upwards and flicked open the topmost button in his fly. Drew gave Carl a questioning look, but simply received a smirk, and that was fine enough for him.

Carl didn't waste much time with the Sheppie's fly, nor did Drew resist it when the fox slipped his jeans down over his hips. Carl licked his lips and squeezed the newly thickened bulge through the thin cloth of the blue boxers, bringing out a sharp moan, and Drew's paw, holding onto the fox's arm. Carl gave a questioning look.

"Do you like?" Carl inquired, his paw unmoving.

"Yeah," Drew rumbled.

Carl hooked a spare thumb under the Sheppie's waistband and then slid his other paw to the opposite side as well. He did not break eye contact the whole time when he began to pull down the boxers covering the Sheppie's crotch, and simultaneously he was kneeling, going down, his nose approaching the source of that deep musk emanating from Drew's sweaty loins. Carl's maw watered at the scent as it grew even stronger by the time he was face to face with the jutting pink cock, sprouting out of folded sheath and adorned by a pair of big furry balls hanging loosely in their sac between the Sheppie's killer thighs. Carl felt a twinge of envy for the gym-honed physique, but that was brushed aside as quickly as he pulled the doggie's pants and boxers all the way down to his ankles, to make some extra room. His swaying tail tickled Carl's wrists and make him chuckle, briefly, inviting curious eyes from the towering Sheppie.

"Enjoying the view?" Carl smirked, hoping to tease the big doggie's masculine sensibilities by suggesting that he should be liking the sight of a smaller male on his knees in front of him with clear intentions.

Drew snuffled and dropped a paw to Carl's shoulder and gave the slim fox a squeeze there.

"I take that as a yes," Carl chuckled, finished with the clothes now.

The fox's paws ran over the Sheppie's thick legs, going all the way up to the flared hips that formed the sides of a very nice rump he certainly wanted to feel up, though now he was content to simply linger there for a while, at eye level with the thick, curved dick belonging to the cocky Sheppie jock. It had a blunt, pink tip and there was a drop of clear fluid there, and the whole long shaft smelled good, musky, sweaty, and with a hint of cum...maybe Drew had jerked off in the morning and not really bothered to be too careful with the clean-up. That Carl could definitely find out.

"Very, very nice..." Carl smirked, his paw rubbing over the rumbling Sheppies' belly now, skirting towards its ultimate destination at the base of that big prick. "How many inches? I'd say about six and a half."

Drew smirked proudly and flashed his teeth, and made the thick tool jump by flexing his pelvic muscles, much to Carl's amusement, who almost got cock-smacked in the face for that effort. He snuffled hotly over the sensitive skin as a retaliation, and got a moan for it.

"Six and four seventh of an inch," the Sheppie declared.

"Nice," Carl murmured just as he let his paw curl around the base of the long cock, squeezing down on the thick flesh delicately.

Drew's hips bucked forward a little and he rumbled contently at being pawed, and made an even louder sound when Carl pulled the shaft down a little and then released it, allowing the Sheppie's cock to naturally bounce back. It slapped against his chest with a satisfyingly loud sound and made Carl chuckle. Drew snorted.

"Hey!"

Carl caught the long canine prick again, feeling the beginnings of a knot against his palm while he squeezed on the spongy tissue and again pulled the hot cock down in an angle, so that he could more comfortable play with it. His other paw moved smoothly over the thick furs and located the balls in their comfortably fuzzy apartment located between the Sheppie's legs. They felt heavy and nice over his palm once they were securely cupped in the fox's soft palm and rolled over, as if he was appreciating jewels and not Sheppie spunk factories.

"Hmmm...very nice..."

Carl licked his lips to make them moist and inviting, and gave the Sheppie a rude smirk before he tipped his long muzzle down and caught the tip of the leaking cock with his tongue, to scoop up the sweet drop of fluid up. Drew grumbled loudly and Carl smiled privately, enjoying the taste, brief as it was, but he knew that there would be more soon, and he definitely knew which buttons to press to improve the production rate. He kissed the newly spit-slickened blunt tip moderately before he licked it again, and again, and felt the whole shaft jump in his gentle grip.

Both of Drew's paws were now on the fox's shoulders, holding onto him with surprising gentleness, not too much pressure, while Carl kept teasing the Sheppie's cock tip with his tongue and lips. The little yips and grunts coming from the big canine were a pleasure in itself for the fox on his knees, whose own pants front by now felt very heavy and constricting indeed as he played with the Sheppie's thick tool and savored everything it had to offer. The warmth of the flesh and the taste of the smooth skin and the fluid seeping out of its opening, and how it smelled so musky and strong after being hidden inside its sheath all day...a very thorough experience for such a connoisseur as the fox, now enjoying one of his favorite activities.

It was easy to become hungrier when the starters were of such delicious quality, and thus it was no surprise to either of them when Carl opened his muzzle and took the first inches of Sheppie cock into his maw, swallowing at the same time to provide a gentle suction over the rigid flesh now hidden in his oral cavity. The Sheppie let out a short bark, a loud one, though, and Carl couldn't help but smile around the cock now piercing his lips. It tasted even sweeter this way, when he could wrap his tongue around it and simply enjoy all the subtleness of the length of masculine flesh in his maw, soon numbering four inches, once he drew a deep breath through his nose and pushed his muzzle down again.

"Oh yes..." Drew rumbled, his paw moving to the back of the fox's tilted head, rubbing him there, scratching a little with his claws, even, as he felt soft furs and heat over his cock.

Carl rumbled, the vibrations easily transferred across into the sensitive flesh in his maw, eliciting another deep moan. Drew bucked his hips forward a little, driving more of his aching meat into the fox's inviting muzzle. The sudden increase in the amount of dick getting sucked caused a momentary pause in the lazy slide of Carl's tongue around the thick shaft, but once he regained his wits, the teasing continued, unhindered by the cheek-bulging amount of Sheppie dick filling him up. Drew kept making all sorts of erotic grunts that spurned the fox on, to suck a bit harder, to use his lips more firmly on the shaft when he allowed it to slowly slide out of his maw until the tip was simply kissing against his lips...only to be welcomed again into the fox's maw.

His paw kept moving in a counter-action, stroking over the rest of the Sheppie's shaft and keeping it nice and warm while the sensitive tip received the luxury treatment inside Carl's hot and obviously very talented muzzle. Drew breathed heavily as he felt the lips slide over his meat and tease it, causing his cock to strain and jump, even as it was held by that paw holding him over his swollen knot, or by that teasing tongue...and his balls were tortured by well-timed squeezes too.

Drew's hips began to buck slowly, driving the topmost inches of his cock in and out of Carl's suckling muzzle, not deep enough to cause him to gag, but the fox certainly had to put all of his skills to use to be able to breathe normally while the long member slid back and forth past his lips. His exploring paw was getting flicked by the Sheppie's tail almost continuously by now, it was a clear sign that Drew really liked what he was doing, and what was being done to him. His tail kept wagging as he cupped both of Carl's sweet cheeks with his paws and continued to pump slowly, not harshly by any means, he was an experienced guy and had caused enough girls to gag to know that it was not a bottomless hole, the one he penetrated with slow, ball-tingling thrusts. The slick heat made him breathless and caused his tongue to loll out of his muzzle, low enough that Carl even felt a couple of drops drizzle over to his head furs.

The constant wagging of that tail over his knuckles brought Carl's attention to something else, too, while he continued to orally pleasure the softly ruff-ruffing Sheppie. He could only see cock and some fuzzy belly furs, but his paw was free to move from its current location, cupping Drew's balls in their grip, and stroke over the big jock's inner thick and then remain there. His tail kept on wagging and the small muttered nonsense words continued. Carl couldn't even really make out the traditional "fuck yeahs" or "that's it, bitches", and thus he decided that Drew simply wasn't one to really have a lot to say while he was fucking.

Curious and still attracted by that tail, as much as turned on by the constant flow of pre over his tongue, Carl moved his paws upwards and felt the top of the crevice between the jock's rock hard ass cheeks, covered by the tail that still kept flapping down and against his wrist. His fingers splayed for now, Carl gave an experimental push and waited for the reaction...but all he got was a rumble, and another press of a thick cock between his lips, neither of which could be deduced to be displeasure.

"Hhmhmhhm..." Carl rumbled over the juicy flesh and kept up his tongue games around it, all the while the thick knot pulsed and throbbed in his paw, big as an apple, and certainly a formidable opponent for any body orifice. The feeling made Carl's own tailhole flex sympathetically.

"Hmmmmphp!" Drew concerted.

Carl moved his fingers down from the fuzzy base of the tail to the Sheppie's taint itself, and then carefully pressed them down, searching the telltale smoothness and warmth of puckered flesh he expected to find located there, protected in the deep burrow of the Sheppie's thick rump cheeks. The discovery was an easy one, first indicated by soft strands of hair protecting the Sheppie's tailhole, then by the wrinkled muscle itself, flexing under the sudden probing. Carl flicked his ears with delight and kept his fingerpads pressed over the smooth skin and looked up to the Sheppie's eyes, hoping to see any indications of either discomfort or pleasure there, before doing anything else.

"Yeah...yeah..."

The Sheppie sounded dazed, which was fine for the facefucked fox who now had a new toy, that being the little button of wrinkled muscles and sensitive skin hidden under the Sheppie's wagging tail. He gave it an experimental push with his fingertips, to find out just how strongly the muscle would react to such a touch. Drew's tailstar pursed itself firmly upon the poke. If Carl wasn't quite mistaken, he was sure that he heard an extra rumble when he did that, and a repeat performance accompanied by a similar sound did confirm his suspicion, that the jock wasn't at all against a bit of anal fun as well, correctly administered.

Carl kept bobbing his head up and down, going back and forth in a slow rhythm, not simply keeping still so that the Sheppie could shove his cock in and out of his muzzle as if he was just a slab of meat. Carl was an active lover and liked to do everything he could do to maximize their mutual pleasure. Right now that involved flicking his tongue teasingly against the Sheppie's cocktip whenever it was drawn almost out of his maw before being plunged in, accompanied by his fingers circling and poking against the sweat-matted anus in the Sheppie's musky butt crack. He kept on teasing both sides of Drew's body, playing with the jock and making him moan, to run his paws over Carl's head furs and to buck his hips more intently against his muzzle, so that sooner rather than later, even the knot began to bump against his black lips.

"Ahhshit..."

The Sheppie's breaths sounded more ragged by now, and Carl was sure that if he kept all this up, in no time he would be treated to a mawful of the jock's creamy cum. The prospect was an inviting one and helped to spurn Carl into even further acts of debauchery. First off, he began to make a lot more sound. He'd deliberately slurp on the thick cock as if it was an ice cream cone, and to top that off, he stopped swallowing his spit like he had to do occasionally, and let it run over his chin and add to the slick wetness of the movement between his lips and the pulsing, veined shaft. The extra sloppiness made it sound much dirtier than before, and Drew's rumbles told Carl that he was doing things right, especially since the musk seemed to intensify, too. The bulbous knot in his paw felt as if it was growing in his grip, it pulsed strongly and was obviously needing to be buried into somewhere warm and tight. The same description applied to the panting canine's asshole, still constantly stroked by Carl's nimble, mischievous fingers seeking to tease the big doggie past his limits of sexual excitement.

The Sheppie let out a series of garbled growls as he felt his balls pull closer to his body, just as the familiar tingling began to spread all over his belly. The fox's maw felt too good, it was hot and tight and perhaps better than any guy or a girl he was with before. At this point, Drew didn't want to spend any of his mental faculties at trying to figure out how the blowjob rated. All that mattered was that he was a big, strong doggie who was showing his hard dick into the sloppy maw of a smaller guy intent on gobbling down his cock and taking all the cum his hefty balls could produce. His tail wagged rapidly, his thighs pumped and flexed, running the impressive length of pink, glistening shaft into the warm white-cheeked maw. The fingers rubbing his asshole didn't feel bad at all, they were kinda cool, and it would've only been more fun if the fox had poked his fingertip inside as well, just like Pitt had done once when blowing him.....

*sluuuuuurp*

Oh fuck, it felt like blasphemy to be thinking about the wimpy raccoon while Drew felt like a king, breeding his oozing cock rapidly into the fox's suctioning muzzle. His paws held onto the small vulpine's head and kept him still while he used the maw for his pleasure and kept thumping his knot against those stretched, rubbery lips. Carl was grunting by now, muffled by the sheer size of the cock filling up to the brim, and if Drew was reading his own body's signals right, his creamy load would soon be added to that fullness within that long muzzle.

"Ahh...ssshhhh..."

Drew grabbed onto Carl's ears and gave a final jab with his hips before the floodgates opened and his brains, his body, and his cock exploded with searing pleasure. He hadn't jerked off since early in the morning, and the day spent pent up, ogling at cute guys and girls and done its job and produced a sizeable load that soon began to spurt out of the thickly pulsing tip of the huge cock rammed into the fox's poor muzzle. Quick spurts splashed over Carl's tongue, dominating him with the taste that soon became a scent, too, once the pungent smell reached his nose, and even more of the sticky fluids were deposited to the back of Carl's constricting throat. He almost gagged at the sudden strange sensation of that peculiar fluid sticking everywhere within the hot violated cavity now being flooded with a constant stream of the Sheppie's spunk, enough to re-populate a small planet, surely, it just kept on coming in strong, thick jock bursts. Drew kept his hips remarkably, still, he didn't fuck the fox's muzzle through his orgasm but simply remained as he was, rigid, tense, and breathlessly happy at the same time. His aching balls were finally getting their release, his knot was nestled in a firm paw, and his tailhole gave orgasmic pulses against the unrelenting pressure of the fox's soft fingerpads, stimulating him from so many erotic places that Drew had to bite his teeth down so as not to simply bark and howl his delight.

The fox could do very little besides trying to swallow everything that was pumped into his maw and not to gag at it while he did take the Sheppie's sticky offering. His own cock throbbed madly in his pants, and Carl was sure that he almost came close to shooting his own load into his underwear, so much pleasure he drew from swallowing the seemingly endless flow of spunk into his muzzle. The fox's tail and ears flicked leisurely,, showing his enjoyment of the submissive act of getting a mawful of Sheppie, but there was hardly anything shameful about his eyes that occasionally glimpsed upwards to see how the Sheppie was doing. He stood there, quite still, eyes closed, muzzle open and with his tongue hanging, and the rough breaths and little ruffs really only acted to turn Carl on more. No wonder the jock had to keep batting the girls off himself at the parties, or so the Sheppie liked to boast loud enough so that the smaller guys could hear and be envious of his masculinity.

Yeah, right.

Carl could enjoy that kind of masculinity, however, he had enjoyed it with many swallowed gulps, and even when the flow of spunk ebbed down and stopped, leaving him simply with a cum-coated cock throbbing against his tongue. He nursed the slick prick easily, licking it a little and keeping it warm and nice, while his paw held gingerly to the firmly pulsing, extra sensitive knot. Even the slightest shift of his fingertips seemed to cause the Sheppie to rumble again, as well as an additional twitch of the now spent dick.

Carl smirked, giving that big, friendly foxy smile of his, as he began to pull his head backwards and allowed the numerous raunchy inches to slip past his tired lips. The Sheppie was now looking down to him, the jock was staring curiously how the geeky little fox extracted so much cock out of his muzzle, where it had been taken like a pro, and he had swallowed everything, too! Drew could see a few drops clinging to his chin, though, white pearls to show what he had been doing only moments earlier.

"Fuck, fox..."

Carl parted ways with his treat but he was a kind fox, his paw still held onto the swollen base and would not let the thick organ to slap against the Sheppie's belly in a possibly painful manner, now that he had been thoroughly drained. His other paw slipped away from Drew's ass crack and instead came to rest on a firm rump cheeks, which soon received a pat for a job well done. Drew's tail was still wagging.

"Enjoying your integrals so far?" Carl drawled, and Drew could see a thin strand of cum connecting his lips to the cocktip that was still near, throbbing rapidly along to the jock's heartbeat.

"Fuck yeah" Drew grunted, sounding aggressive and rough.

Despite the voice, Carl could see that the Sheppie was actually slowly succumbing to the mellow afterglow he knew to happen to most canines after they had cum. Their knots usually stayed hard for up to half an hour after blowing their load, and for that time, their bodies remained erotically charged and receptive to further stimulation, too. Carl had seen a few big dudes in his time become quite cuddly while they enjoyed the slumber, though he really could not image Drew of all furs to simply curl down and be...snuggled.

"Still mad at me? Or our friend Pitt?" Carl made sure not to let his paw slip away from the Sheppie's cock, nor did he remove the one that rubbed the jock's fantastic ass, up and down.

Drew's tail wagged against the edge of the table, he yawned, and scratched his belly, now covered by a thin sheen of a sweaty T-shirt covering his washboard abs.

"Yeah," the Sheppie smirked, and Carl smiled back, licking his lips clean.

The fox flicked his ears and got up to his footpaws. He stood to his full height and faced the Sheppie, still smiling a little, and not letting his paw move an inch over Drew's thick know. The big dog looked down curiously at the grinning fox. Carl kissed the Sheppie's lips quickly.

"Want another lesson, Drew?" Carl winked, his fingers slowly squeezing around the throbbing knot.

Drew let out a deep growl, he threw his head back and Carl could feel one of his paws grabbing his side, holding onto the fox, while he teased the big male with his fingers. The fox drew his fingers over the Sheppie's chest, feeling the rumbles rising from it, and chuckled.

"Oh yes, big boy...get these off and we'll play again, alright?"

His paw parted from the thick dick with a final squeeze that was more than enough to encourage the slightly dazed Sheppie to begin to undress. Carl had a front row seat to the spectacle of watching Drew take off his shirt and then work out his rumpled pants and sneakers, so that soon the big canine simply stood there in his furs and nothing else, still spearheaded by the hard, firmly pulsing cock. It was an angry shade of red, post-orgasmic engorgement was at its fullest, and the knot looked almost ready to burst, having not yet lost any of its hardness. It looked delicious enough to eat, especially now that Carl knew how tasty the Sheppie was. Maybe he'd take another quick taste...soon.

"Why don't you go and relax on the bed while this foxy here visits the bathroom?" Carl winked.

The Sheppie puffed out his chest and flexed his arms a little, just to show off how much work he had put into that physique of his, enough to warrant it being displayed so proudly. He smirked at the fox and then strutted over to the bed and unceremoniously flopped down and curled onto his side, adopting a pose Carl suspected was meant to be a very sexy one, though it mostly just looked...dude-like. Carl chuckled and disappeared into the bathroom momentarily.

Drew's eyes followed the swing of the bushy tail with that white tip, as long as it was visible, and quite naturally one of his paws slipped up over his sweaty belly and curled over his cock. The damp skin felt really sensitive and very good, and made him hiss once his pads stroked over its length and trapped it into his warm hold. Drew wondered what the fox had in mind...hell, he wondered how it'd be to fuck that small, pert ass...it sure looked good enough on those jeans, even if it wasn't huge and muscular, like his own. it probably also had a lot of experience swallowing cocks into what must've been a very tight little pucker just waiting for something to be stuffed in there. Oh yes, the Sheppie rumbled, it'd make for a nice second 'lesson'...and maybe they'd even get to checking out his functions, too, once he'd show off his fuck function...Drew smirked happily to himself and tried to listen to telltale sounds of the fox's butthole being lubed in preparation.

The door slung open and what he did see was the fox alright, now naked and with a modestly sized cock bobbing ahead of him as he walked, tail swaying sensually behind him. The small vulpine was fit, Drew could see as much, and he was holding something in his paw...well, that probably had to be the extra lube, to be applied to Drew's big dick before the anal penetration of that fox's tight little hole.

"Hi, fox," Drew dropped his paw away from his cock so that he could make sure that Carl would see how hard and swollen it still was, simply waiting for some extra attention.

"Well hello there."

Carl easily smoothed his way over to the bed and dropped the small white tube down before he sat down on the foot of the bed. Drew gave him a curious look over his shoulder, and his tail swished over Carl's fuzzy knees. He eyed the slim form of the young male, his red, swollen cock and his smile, still that same, familiar smirk that could either be annoying or cute, depending on how you deciphered its intended meaning. Drew cocked an ear at him.

"Hello, foxy."

Carl reached out with a paw and tickled the nearest footpaw with his fingertips.

"What do you would like to do now, big guy?" Carl's tail coiled itself around his waist, almost hiding his appropriately rock-hard cock from the view.

Drew snuffled and used his own tail to swipe the fox's tail back where it belonged, between his legs, and preferably raised high, too.

"Maybe you could come over and warm my cock a little bit more, Carl?" Drew growled, horny and masculine and everything in between.

"Maybe," Carl flicked his own hard shaft with his fingers, murring a little at the enjoyable feeling of self-stimulation.

"I think it's more a yes than a maybe," Drew snorted, eyeing the fox bluntly. "My cock could use a warm fox...orifice."

Carl flicked his tongue at the Sheppie and caught the doggie's ankle with his paw and rubbed it with his thumb. Carl rumbled, certainly not disliking the feeling of the firm pads over him muscular limb.

"How about something even better, Drew?" Carl mused.

Drew snorted.

"What's better than me doing you doggiestyle?" the jock questioning, licking his lips rudely as he eyed the smaller male.

"A promise," Carl replied calmly, keeping up his teasing of the Sheppie's brown-furred calf.

"Of whut?" Drew suggested.

Carl's smirk seemed to widen.

"A mutual agreement that will guarantee you math tutoring and dude sex, twice a week, without monetary charge," the fox detailed, his tail flicking like a metronome behind him as he presented his case. "Not that you probably would have to be told about an opportunity to spare some cash...but you could consider the dude sex to be a pleasant...bonus."

Drew scowled a little and snorted loudly, staring at the fox who was looking back to him, still calm and smiling that gay smile of his at him.

The jock frowned as he thought about Carl's words. Obviously the fox was randy for him and couldn't get enough of his hot body and big cock, neither of which was a great surprise for him, all told. The fox had given him great head and was now also telling him that he would not mind doing it again...and the deal would also include math tutoring...no questions asked. Drew was still a bit pissed off about Pitt telling Carl about his secret preferences, but the fox had made up for it by his horniness and blunt sexual advances which had left the Sheppie with somewhat drained balls and the want for a repeat performance. Perhaps that indeed could be arranged, if he did play along...

"And what would you get out of that deal, fox?" the Sheppie teased now, wanting to hear the words from the fox's maw, too. "You'd lose a hundred bucks a week for not taking money for the tutoring...is my cock really worth that much?"

In his own jock mind, of course it was. He just didn't quite know how less rich fur's minds worked, and as far as he understood, Carl wasn't a rich fur. A hundred bucks would make a difference, it probably was a bigger sum of money for someone who didn't have a big monthly allowance, like Drew did.

Maybe his cock really was even hotter than he thought.

Carl's smile seemed to widen even more, as the final question was made. The fox chuckled to himself, tilted his head, and gave the Sheppie a look that the jock easily classified as "kinda gay", and snuffled, even before the black paw tapped against his rump, firmly.

"Your ass, Drew," Carl stated.

Drew snorted and didn't even bother to try and kick the fox, or slap that paw away. It sounded so silly that he couldn't help but chuckle, rough and deep, and wag his tail out of his amusement, while looking at the fox.

"Not that gay, sorry, fox. You should stick to sticking to Pitt or someone else like that, you know."

Carl's ears flapped down, and the paw was removed from Drew's rear with a swift little movement, followed by the fox jumping up to the floor and standing up by the bed, only a few seconds before he had been sitting on it quite relaxed. His cock bobbed in front of him, having lost none of its hardness, and now he folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head as he looked at the frowning Sheppie on his bed.

"In that case, you can forget about the sex part of the deal and replace the free sex with a hundred dollars for each tutoring session, and that's a take it or leave it," Carl's tail swished behind him as he spoke in a firm voice.

"Starting now. You had your freebie, either you dig out a hundred bucks and we'll look at your math or you'll get your clothes and walk out of here and will only visit for tutoring, and only that, if you decide to take onto my...alternative offer."

Drew stared at the defiant-sounding fox, slightly surprised at how firm a voice he could muster in a situation like that, giving the Sheppie a hard look. Drew frowned. His cock was still throbbing hard and he had really been looking forward to having some more fun with the fox, and if he was honest with himself, there was a little chance that he would find anyone else to tutor him before the upcoming exam...he would fluke and his parents would not be pleased about that at all...they might cut 500 bucks out of his allowance, like the last time he had done badly in his exams...

And now it would be because of this all too faggy fox who wanted to tap his ass. Nobody tapped Drew's ass. He'd never let anyone do anything else to it except the odd rimming session or a little bit of fingering while getting head, but Drew had never wanted anyone to fuck him. He was the alpha dog and nobody's bitch, and didn't want to be mounted like a bitch in heat by some eager big male in search of a hot jock hole. He was the one looking for bodily orifices to fill, he wasn't a hole someone could plug and do as they pleased, and he wasn't one to be screwed.

Fuck, he already was screwed, since he had spent all too much time chasing tail and not doing his homework, the all too important, crucial homework that would have helped him to understand how to derive the natural fractions. Hadn't Carl already told that he knew how to make Drew understand it...for a price...?

"And...to make sure you know what you're missing...well...," Carl mused, drawing Drew's eyes to himself, and the Sheppie watched, how the fox turned around, to present his back to the Sheppie while keeping eye contact over his shoulder.

"...yeah..." Carl spoke, grabbed his rump cheeks and pulled them apart while he at the same time lifted his tail up flush, to expose the parting of his ass fully for the Sheppie to see.

Drew gasped, and his cock made a massive jolt as he allowed his eyes to wander. There were round fuzzy white-furred balls, a lot of cleft and then, where he had expected to see a pink little fox asshole, there was a rectangular piece of black plastic, obviously connected to something that had been pushed into Carl's hot rectum. The fox breathed out deeply upon the feeling of the pull on his ass cheeks, and Drew saw, clearly and openly, how the black plastic jumped when all those inner ass muscles squeezed down on it, driving it more firmly into the fox's hot insides.

"...I was already warming it up for you."

The Sheppie's cock drooled pre over his belly furs. He could just imagine grabbing onto that tail with one paw, to that offending butt plug with the other, and then simply shoving his hard dick balls deep into that red-furred ass with one hard thrust. Maybe he could jump out of the bed at this very moment and step over to the fox, demanding entry into that firm, round rump. Surely the fox wouldn't mind getting it up the ass hard from someone like Drew, the most eligible jock in the whole of campus. Anyway, getting buttfucked was probably a regular thing for Carl, it's not like it'd be any different if he was the one doing it...

...if only...and he did say that he'd already put that toy up his ass to stretch it out so that Drew's cock would slide right in to the glove-like grip of that red and white rump the fox still kept open and spread for his eyes to ogle at.

The fox must've noticed his lusting expression, for all too soon the bushy tail went down, and Carl's paws returned to his sides, and he turned around, to face the Sheppie again.

"I'm going to go and put some clothes on in the bathroom, I expect you to get your clothes on in the meanwhile as well. I don't do math while nude."

He could only watch with his maw agape how the fox walked gingerly towards the open bathroom door, his tail flicking and covering the place where the sex toy pierced his flesh and probably stuffed him up good...almost as well as Drew's cock could have done on a regular basis if he hadn't snapped at the generous little fox. Thinking about it, Carl might have even refused to help him with the homework, too...but that was a lame relief for the Sheppie who still had a very hard cock and nowhere nice to put it except his very own, boring paw.

"Uhm...Carl!"

The fox's white tailtip flicked and his ears did the same as well, as he turned to look over at the Sheppie, already standing on his bathroom mat.

"Yes, Drew?"

Drew curled his tail over his throbbing prick and stared at the fox.

"That...sex deal of yours...would it...uhh...include butt rights for me as well? Regularly?"

Carl's nosepaw wrinkled along to his smile.

"If you really want, we can draw a table with two columns and make sure that the ass fuck ratio remains one to one on a linear correlation. I do like receiving as much as topping, you know."

Drew wasn't sure whether he appreciated the gay buttsex slang or the math joke, but at least it assured him that letting the fox near his own rump might help him secure a go on the fox's own prized asset. It made his head hurt a bit, to think about it all, really.

"You've got ten seconds to decide, Drew, either we do something or we should get to the math, so that it won't take all evening. I've got my own stuff to do too."

Carl's cock throbbed almost painfully. His prostate was constantly rubbed by the plug in his ass, and the stimulation was making his own cock strain and pulse and dribble pre over his bathroom tiles. His knot was swollen and felt hard as a ping pong ball. Carl's tailhole kept kneading down on the intruding object pushed into his rump, reminding him of its presence with every breath. He almost began to count aloud, but decided that simply watching the Sheppie think about his math success or fail choices really did turn him on immensely. Carl felt powerful, almost better than when he was making Drew whimper by sucking on his cock. This was better, because it was psychological as much as physical...or sexual, as it certainly was in their case. The sexy Sheppie looked almost puppy-like with his ears slightly flattened and his eyes so wide and fixed on to stare at the fox who probably weighted sixty pounds less than Carl did...really, he as nothing compared to the jock.

But he had brain...a brain that could secure Drew some nice increase in his allowance, if he did especially fine, and at least he could retain the current level of lavishness on his parents part...and all he would need to do was a bit of a physical exercise of the naughty kind.

Drew grunted and shook his head before he sat up on the bed, and let his paws slump to his side, and his tail flopped down, exposing the six and then some inches of hard cock resting against his belly, ending into the dark, full knot in the bottom end. Carl's eyes flashed with desire at the newly revealed canine bitch buster, but he held himself back for the moment.

"What're you going to say, Drew?" Carl stepped out of the bathroom and lingered by the bed, watching the seated, oddly subdued jock with great interest.

Drew scratched his balls.

"If you tell Pitt, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you, is that clear?" the jock grunted.

Carl simply smiled.

"Pitt doesn't need to know that I'm getting into his territory either."

Drew shook his head.

"Damn gay mafia."

Carl pushed his paw under his tail and hissed a little as he caught the base of the rubbery toy inside his ass. It wasn't a particularly fat model and require not too much effort for him to wriggle the plastic object out of his tight rump, only to depart with a silent slurp. Carl's cock jumped, and he felt a momentarily jolt of pleasure when his muscles put themselves back into normal order once the spreading presence of the toy was gone. He held the black, glistening, warm plug up and then tossed it over to the bed. The offending object landed right next to Drew's hip, causing the big dog to almost jump. The bed creaked.

"What the fuck?" Drew huffed, ears flattening.

"Don't need that...besides...if I had that on for much longer, I might cum all too fast during other...activities," Carl smirked as he stepped closer to the bed and stopped by its foot. "Now...you get on all fours and I'll take care of the rest."

Drew gave him an ugly look and folded his arms over his chest.

"Ain't doing it like that if I have to do it."

"On your belly then? Or would you like to bend over my desk? Or sit on it? Or go for the romantic gay missionary with your legs over my shoulders while we make out and I plow your butt?"

Drew's ears heated up as the fox went through his repertoire of anal sex positions, and decided that if he'd just get to it, it would be over more soon, and there was a better chance of getting both a decent amount of tutoring AND some buttsex of his own from the fox.

"I hope I won't regret this," the Sheppie snorted as he got up to his knees and then planted himself on the center of the bed, paws and knees spread, and with his tail carefully held down over his ass.

Carl fished the tube of lube from where he had dropped it one the bed and then got to his knees on the foot of the bed, causing it to creak mildly as he positioned himself between Drew's spread knees. His eyes openly roamed the rock hard rear in front of him, the ass cheeks simply seemed to made out of halves of bowling balls and not the usual combo of fluff, soft and solid Carl was more familiar with. It was too big of a temptation not to touch them, and soon enough, Drew felt the fox's nimble paws running all over the curves of his ass, feeling him up like a bitch...or the way he'd feel a bitch, maybe, though with a bit less groping. It did feel kinda good, those paws moving smoothly over his ass, rubbing all over his muscles and making them relax a bit.

Carl chuckled, causing Drew's ears to flick.

"What's so funny?"

The fox's paws kept on moving.

"That a while back I used to think that I could pay to get to have a taste of an ass like this, and now you're paying me to do this...what a world..."

Drew snorted and smacked Carl's arm with his tail, almost catching him in the face. Carl snorted at first, but then decided to turn the Sheppie's annoyed gesture to his own advantage.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled and grabbed the base of the doggie's tail.

Drew let out a deep rumble as he felt the sudden pressure on the base of his tail, a result of the fox's tug on his tail that went limp in the firm hold. He felt very odd when the tail was raised and that other paw moved over to the side, so that, he was sure, Carl could stare down at his rump.

"Hope guys and girls have told you that you've got a great ass, Drew," Carl noted, feeling the doggie tense deliciously as he ran his pawfingers up the canine's sweaty taint.

"Yeah, they have," Drew hissed between his teeth.

"They aren't wrong," Carl mused, now poking his fingers against the patch of brown skin he had felt before, but had not laid his eyes on it yet.

"Hmhph!"

The muscles flexed under Carl's fingers, causing the vulpine to smile to himself.

"Ever had anything up here, big boy?" he made a few circles around the pulsing pucker, checking out how the pursed flesh acted under extraordinary circumstances.

The kneeling Sheppie shook his head, not seeking eye contact with Carl, but preferring to keep his head down and steady. He didn't want to see the look, that same smug look that he was sure was there permanently now that Carl had gotten his paws onto the jock's splendid butt.

"Of course not!"

Carl prodded the slick, meaty hole and received a hiss from the Sheppie.

"You don't seem to mind having it played with, though...you might be more anal than you think."

"I...uhhh....doubt thaaaat...." Drew's words became slurred as he felt more firm pressure and stroking over his teased, strongly flexing hole.

"You've got a cute asshole, Drew. Colored like sweet milk chocolate."

Drew's tail flapped against Carl's arm as the jock growled.

"Fucking hell, don't you mention chocolate and my ASS in the same sentence!" the Sheppie moaned.

Carl swiped the tail away from obstructing his view and returned to poking and rubbing the naughty spot of flesh with his fingertips, much to his amusement.

"Okay."

Drew was still grumbling to himself, but at least his tail calmed down after a few more annoyed flicks. Carl smiled to himself as he watched the Sheppie's reaction to the poking at his back door, and listened how his breaths gently hitched whenever he pressed his back pads against the wrinkled ring. The smooth, almost leathery feel made the fox decide that further investigation would be in order.

The fox cupped the jock's rump cheeks into his paws and held onto them firmly, while his head tipped down and Drew's breath caught in his breath upon feeling the definite touch of a cool nosepad against his taint!

"What...?"

Hot breath washed over Drew's butt crack, down over his sweaty balls up towards his tailhole. The surprised muscles pulsed, and the Sheppie had to still himself upon all fours, and tried not to move, lest the fox would realize how much he was enjoying the feeling. He had an idea about what was going to happen next, and had to bite back the best of his growls. The few rimjobs he'd had earlier had been brief ones, but the fox's burgeoning sexuality promised a lot, and Drew really suspected that he might really like the sensation of the geeky dude's slippery tongue roaming his asshole. For now it was playing with his balls, lapping all over the loose sac hanging between his spread legs.

"Ohh shit..."

Drew's cock pulsed and throbbed in quiet agony as the Sheppie got teased everywhere except his cock itself. The fox's paws rubbed his muscular ass, while his tongue lathered his balls up to the dripping point. They began to itch by the time the slick muscle moved upwards, licking the silky furred sides of his ass crack. The fox kept murring to himself while he sniffed and breathed and hotly mouthed against Drew's sensitive taint. He was creating a cacophony of sex sounds that only served to arouse them more, and their gruffness reminded the jock that he wasn't having sex with some girl but with a dude, even if Carl was kinda gay and certainly not a big and impressive muscle hunk like Drew himself was. At least he wasn't afraid to dive into a guy's butt...

"Hhhooooooo...crap...sheesh..."

Drew's tail went rigid straight from the first touch of the slippery tongue making its initial run over his musky hole. The strands of hairs surrounding his little closed pucker immediately matted themselves and clung to the hot skin underneath the smooth fur of Drew's taint. He could feel Carl's nosepad lodged against his tailbase, snuffling hot air over his rump with every breath. If that felt good, the tongue actually dribbling spit and making rapid passes of the almost virginal butthole simply felt fantastic. Drew couldn't believe that his asshole felt almost as sensitive as the tip of his cock, not to mention that the firm stroke of the tongue caused his ass muscles to clench and send these funny feelings through his whole lower body. They made his cock jump, too, adopting a weird rhythm based onto the run of a wet tongue doing indescribable things with his jock hole. It might not have been as good as fucking the fox in the ass, but Drew made do, and allowed himself to enjoy the ride for now.

Carl, in his position between the Sheppie's rump cheeks, breathed in deep musk and slightly salty taste that overtook his senses easily and allowed him to enter into a haze of sexual frenzy that drove him to eat out the jock's ass with rising vigor. His lips pressed over the tight pucker and kissed it, his tongue prodded the center and felt for openings, and his paws kept teasing the shapely glutes themselves, adding to the variety of sensations the newly butt-aware Sheppie had to take into account as he allowed the fox to play with his rump. The fox's own cock was equally in need of some relief, and its constant throbbing told Carl that he, too, had limits to his patience.

It had been a while since he had gotten the opportunity to play with a jock, and the difference couldn't have been more clear. Drew smelled like sweat and the football field, even if he was a clean doggie, and even his sperm had tasted different to the other less...buff guys Carl had sucked off. There had to be something genetic about it, he thought, something that made these alpha males so irresistible for the horny fox, who now had the chance to really find out the limits of the Sheppie's sexual prowess and then go beyond them, maybe. He couldn't believe his luck at getting his tongue under Drew's tail, considering that the Sheppie was known to be one of the hardest-partying and most womanizing jocks in the whole campus, and that was saying something amongst such a population as the university had. Maybe it wasn't such a surprise that his interests also extended to the less fair sex, and even though Carl considered himself to be quite fair without being fairy, he was definitely a dude, and having dude sex with the jock was a wet dream come true.

Drew's chest was full of rumbles while he knelt there and got his butt eaten out thoroughly by the kneeling fox behind him. His back was slightly curved and he was definitely pushing back to better meet the hot teasing action going on under his obediently raised tail. His asshole felt oddly warm, and the constant stroke and the teasing kept his cock fully hard and leaking hopelessly over the fox's bedspread. Somehow through the haze of the heat spreading all over his skin, Drew started to wonder how it'd feel like to actually have something in there as well, not simply being a motherfucking tease on the outside...

Carl kept going until his jaws started to feel worn out, and that was his cue to stop, and replace his tongue with a finger that he pressed against the center of the Sheppie's anus, and gave a firm push. The Sheppie's muscles had relaxed during the earlier rimming, he was slick and caught off-guard, allowing the fox to slip his fingertip past the pursed tailstar and about half and way in to the Sheppie's hole. Drew's head reared up and he let out a loud sound. Carl could feel the muscles squeezing down on him, speaking of great potential for an interesting ride inside that orifice.

"You're tight back here...nice..."

Drew snorted.

"Thanks a lot."

Carl picked up the tube of lube from the bed and skillfully uncapped it with one paw only, and then proceeded to squeeze a hefty amount down over the Sheppie's hole that was still nudged open by his fingertip.

"Uhhh whut!"

The Sheppie hunched forward, but Carl was faster and followed him, keeping his finger right where it was, and now began to rub his thumb around the hole, to spread the newly applied lube all over it.

"Just a bit of lube, you know, you can never have too much."

"It's cold."

"I'll make it warm up."

"Haha."

The Sheppie wasn't laughing anymore when Carl pushed a lube-slathered fingertip in to join the first one and then started a soft thrusting action of sorts, scooping a little bit of lube from the Sheppie's taint with each pass and then pushed it within that clenching hole. Carl added another squeeful once he had managed to stuff some of the clear sticky fluid into Drew's warm tunnel. He was taking it pretty well all told, he had to decide as he slowly eased his fingers in up to the first knuckle properly, and rotated his wrist, checking out how the hole resisted his little presses over its rims. Drew moaned, forgetting to keep them down this time.

"Which do you prefer, big boy, a girl's pussy or a guy's butt?" Carl teased a little, hoping that riling the Sheppie up as much as possible would help him to the point he was after, and that was balls deep inside a jock ass.

"That's a fucking stupid question to ask from a guy who has your fist up his ass!" the Sheppie snarled.

Carl chuckled.

"Didn't know you're into that. Can't say I am."

Drew grunted.

"Fuck you, of course not! Eww, man!"

Carl chuckled and slipped in another inch, dwelling deeper into the Sheppie's slowly trained hole. He stroked his fingertips against the smooth walls and listening to another series of rumbles escaping from the subdued jock.

"Nicely avoided," Carl mused, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of the Sheppie's anus, remembering to curl them a little on each pass in search of the secret pleasure point hidden somewhere inside that gripping tunnel.

"Does it matter as long as it feels great?"

"I guess not," the fox smiled to himself.

"Yeahhhuhuhu!" the Sheppie's whole upper body jumped up, his tail swishing madly as he felt a surge of heat come from inside his ass at the feeling of strange pressure followed by simple pleasure.

Carl smirked and kept his fingers pressed against what he knew now to be the Sheppie's prostate, finally discovered and obviously also quite sensitive, judging how wildly the big male had reacted to it being touched by those little fox fingers. Now he pulled them back a little and allowed the Sheppie to relax, which he did, after a moment, and a lot of panting.

"Was that...?"

Carl pushed his fingers in again and curled the tips to find the same spot again, and once more, the Sheppie grunted deeply.

"Yep, that's your friendly prostate" Carl drew his fingers back, almost completely out of the tight hole, and let them remain there, on the rim.

"Wow..."

"Just imagine getting that feeling at...well...uhh...I'm not sure I've ever calculated the mean frequency of fucking but...forty...fifty...sixty beats per minute?" the fox grinned, liking the way how the Sheppie's anal muscles kept tickling his fingertips.

Drew's ass instantly squeezed down on the invading digits. Sixty surges that felt like about 20 percent of an orgasm per minute? How would that feel? Could it really feel that good? It did feel great when Carl was touching his prostate, and it made his cock hard like a crowbar...

Carl smirked at the Sheppie's thoughtful silence, and slowly eased his fingers back into the tight rump and left them there for now, having reached deeper than before, almost as deep as he could reach.

"I think you're ready for the last step, Drew...one final problem to solve," the fox crooned, his fingers slowly pulling back through the Sheppie's hole...and pressed over his prostate again, teasing it ruthlessly.

Drew moaned.

Carl slipped his fingers out of the Sheppie's hole and stroked them against his taint, briefly, before he grabbed the lube again. His other paw kept rubbing the jock's butt slowly, enjoying its firmness and the soft texture. He noticed that the Sheppie had even forgotten to let his tall drop down back over his butt again...now it was all exposed...he could see the slightly messy hole still, marked with the lube smeared all around it. The sight made Carl lick his lips, but a further oral visit was not what he wanted now...no...he knew that there was something better on the offer.

The tube of lube made a rude sound while it was discharged onto the fox's dainty paw. The sticky stuff was applied without further ado, and Carl certainly did not need encouragement to scoot closer and jam his hard, glistening pillar of might between those upturned rump cheeks.

"Uhh..." the breathy jock moaned as he felt the hot fox sausage pin itself between firm Sheppie buns and slowly rub up and down, propelled by Carl's little thrusts that were accompanied by quiet yips.

The newly dominant fox almost purred while he took the jock's rump for his pleasure. Hiss tail kept flicking happily, especially when he grabbed the Sheppie's own bushy tail and held it out to the side so that he could watch very carefully how his spare paw aligned his blunt canine cockhead with the Sheppie's admittedly virgin asshole. The red skin stood out where it kissed the brownish, glistening skin of Drew's pucker, almost without friction thanks to the ample application of anal lube before plunging in.

Carl couldn't resist pushing his hips forward a little to apply much needed pressure, but he slipped, and pocked the Sheppie's taint instead. Drew growled.

"Oops..."

Carl squeezed down on his own shaft behind the tip and held it in place carefully and tried again.

Both furs had to grit their teeth together. The fox might not have been hugely hung by any means, especially in comparison to the cock-rich jock, but he had enough girth that Drew did end up feeling properly stretched out by the circumference of the alien object slowly pushing into his precious little hole. The muscles complained by clenching and squeezing down on the strange intruder, but Carl's paws on Drew's hips made sure that any escape attempts would be met and dealt with.

"Uhhhhhhh..."

"Uhhh yes..."

It didn't exactly hurt, but it was much, especially when Carl pushed past the inner muscle ring and finally entered properly into the Sheppie's back passage. The lubed walls immediately caught him up and welcomed him with their strong constrictions. Carl's tail kept smacking the bed, he was poised behind the Sheppie and tried to keep himself from pushing too fast, he knew that it was the jock's first time, after all, and he had to take his time, which he did.

"Ohhh heck....shit..."

Five inches or not, it felt like then by the time Carl's knot made itself known against Drew's stretched asshole and remained there. He had taken his first cock and now it was pulsing inside him.

"How...how does it feel?"

"Weird!" Drew growled.

For the fox, it simply felt like bliss.

"Does it hurt?" he rumbled, stroking his paws over the small of the Sheppie's back.

Did it? Drew couldn't decide. It felt like a lot, and whenever his body squeezed down around the fox's organ, it was almost as if something had poked him in the belly, hard, but it wasn't all so bad. He didn't feel like a girl, at the very least, and hoped that the fox wasn't going to start referring to him as his tutoring bitch after this was done and dealt with.

"No."

"Good," Carl smiled, and treated the Sheppie to a few strokes over his back, as a good luck gesture before the actual buttfucking was about to begin.

Admittedly, the jock grunted, low and deep, and kept of growling while Carl drew his hips back and then pushed his slick length back into the thickly muscled sleeve of a tailhole and the tunnel beyond. His breath caught in his throat from the combined sensations, it really was the tightest hole he had ever had, and considering that it also might have been Carl's first time with a virgin rump in question, it wasn't such a surprise that the jock's ass felt simply perfect. The fox didn't keep back his moans while he began to slowly thrust in and out, leisurely exploring the sensation of mounting someone who was so much bigger and stronger than himself.

Carl wondered whether the Sheppie grunted like this when he was on the football field, chasing a ball instead of getting it up the ass from a geeky fox who liked linear algebra, collared shirts and Nicki Minaj's music. His very own balls hung just beyond the reach of Carl's that ground softly against the Sheppie's taint, but they nonetheless felt hot and churning, promising a good, thick load one they were done.

Even if Carl was taking it easy on the first timer jock, Drew was soon panting and slowly pushing his butt backwards to meet the thrusts coming into him. The cock sliding in and out of his rump kept hitting that spot inside him, just the way the fox had promised, and the sensation was even stronger now that it was a relatively thick cock doing the prodding, not simply a pair of fingers. The feeling was more full and...it simply was different. Perhaps the difference was the stroke of those vulpine hips against his butt, or the feeling of Carl's breaths on his neck, or how the fox's paws roamed his back and worshipped his muscles in their own quiet way. Drew wasn't sure whether he'd look forward to this the next time he'd be having some tutoring with the fox, but he could take it. Didn't turn him into a flaming queer or a cock-hungry bitch.

It was a nice cock, however, as it slowly ploughed into Drew's rectum and told him a few new things about what he liked to call dude sex. Carl kept up his thrusting, making sure that both of them were fully stimulated throughout the rutting he gave for the jock's delicious rump. The air filled with slick noises and the musk of sex, while two sweaty bodies ground to one another. Carl noted with delight that the Sheppie was now almost always returning the thrusts by pushing his ass back to meet the regular pounding he was receiving from the fox. It had the added effect of causing the fox's knot to press more firmly against the dilated hole leading into that hot body, and reminded both of them that there was that extra couple of inches that were left before all of the fox would be inside the Sheppie's body.

It didn't take too long for Drew to realize that the big knot was trying to make its way into his already stretched out hole, but the constant flow of pleasure between their aching bodies made it difficult to try to raise an argument over why that shouldn't happen. He had already taken a full reaming, the fox kept on increasing the pace of his thrusts and kept pumping into his ass with the clear intention to shooting his load there sooner rather than later, and that desire also included burying his knot into the jock's taboo hole.

Drew really had to brace himself on his paws as the fox ramped things up and really grabbed a hold of his sides, and growled surprisingly loudly, dominantly even. It caused Drew to flick his ears down, his primal instincts, so useful on the footfall field, kicking in at this sudden display of masculinity coming from the usually mild fox. Oddly enough, it didn't matter. His ass might have felt like it was on fire, but it was a good fire, keeping his cock hard and dripping, and the moans came regularly now, upon every deep thump into his butt.

Carl leaned over the Sheppie and kept driving himself forward, hard. His body demanded release, but he knew that to do that, he would have to bury his knot into Drew's hot hole, and that moment was upon them quite suddenly, when the fox's hips swung further back than usually, only to crash down, hard, and with a huge grunt, the knot overcame the resistance and forced its way past the quivering anus.

Well...that did hurt, enough to make Drew yelp out.

"FUCK!"

Carl didn't listen for the complaints, he simply gripped hard onto the Sheppie and humped as fast as he could, using his limited freedom of movement the best he could to fuck the cum out of them both. His own balls smacked against Drew's taint, almost painfully for the fox, who yipped and buried himself down to the last tenth of an inch.

"Ohhh...."

It wasn't a very loud orgasm for Carl, but he did collapse upon the Sheppie's back as soon as the heat crashed through him. His sensitive flesh overheated and pulsed, shooting a thick, pent-up load into the jock's unsuspecting depths, giving them their first cum bath in almost a casual manner.

Drew wasn't sure whether he could actually feel the cum pumping into his ass, but he definitely felt the fox all over him, paws, belly, chest, chin, lips, too, and the hot breath dampened his neck, while the fox panted and spent himself inside the Sheppie's constricting rump. Drew's own cock pulsed, alone, but he could not move to touch it, he would crash down and be face down on the bed...he didn't want...

HOHHHH FUUUUUCK!

The fox had grabbed him, there was a paw around his shaft, going up and down fast, without caring for the fact that his cock was still extremely sensitive after his recent orgasm and the thorough prostate stimulation he had received from the thorough buttfucking.

The cum spurted out him almost without a warning. The core of his pleasure was somewhere within his body, not in his cock as it usually was, but instead, somewhere near that dick still lodged and tied inside his rump. It didn't matter that his knot wasn't being squeezed, that cock rubbing his prostate must have been doing the same job for him, because the orgasm that was the result of his very first time as a bottom. Drew panted helplessly, trying to ride out the waves of pleasure as well as he could, but he could not think, not speak, and not even curse, while he ruined the fox's bedspread for good.

Carl was in no hurry to leave from his mount, and remained in place, fully inside the jock's battered rump. His own tail kept wagging and his tongue lolled out of his lewdly smiling muzzle. He had conquered the hot jock's rump, thanks to the fact that his brain worked as a vulpine pocket calculator, and that had led to him getting his personal slide rule stuck into the jock's hot and no longer virgin asshole. It still kept suckling on him on occasion, a residual teasing action coming from the long worn out body of the jock rumpled on his bed, breathing heavily.

The fox patted his jock's right ass cheek with his paw and chuckled.

"You get a not so straight A for this, my friend," Carl teased.

Drew snorted.

"Very funny."

"I think it is."

Typical fox.

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