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"Get in here a little bit closer. You have to be able to see him when it happens."

Why is it that assholes always wake you up when you're having good dreams? I was just about to have a sexy lupine god take me from behind when my roommate's voice broke through that pleasant, happy haze. He's a cougar, and he's got the growl to go with it. This time, however, that deep bass that sends fingers of pleasure down to my balls was lowered in a hushed whisper.

I didn't know whether or not I should open my eyes. Whenever Cade woke me up like this, it never ended well. My eyebrows've gone missing, I've woken up covered in permanent marker, and somehow, pictures of a gentleman caller and me wound up on our school's web-based networking site. Needless to say, I wasn't sure what the bastard was planning.

I guess I should explain, introduce, and otherwise fill you in, shouldn't I? My name is Nat. Nathaniel, really, but the only one who ever calls me that is my mom, and only when she's being angry with me. I'm not bad looking. At least, that's what the boys say. I'm five feet, nine inches tall, though if you count my ears, I'm way above six feet. Yep. I'm a rabbit. And what they say about us is true: we do have big feet. Joking, joking. We really are sex-crazed maniacs - when we're not trying to get our degrees in psychology, that is. I'm twenty-one years old, in my final year of college, and rooming in a one-bedroom apartment with Cade.

How does one go about describing Cade? He's like a mystery swathed in an enigma wrapped in a jock. He's been on our school's wrestling team since he got here on a scholarship. Five years later, he still hasn't graduated. He's a huge hunk of meat, that's for sure. I don't know how tall he is, but he's so wide that sometimes he has to angle himself to fit through doorways. He's solid muscle, and he's got the brains to match. Or rather, the lack thereof. He's absolutely gorgeous, and exactly my type, and, of course, he's completely, totally straight. That's right. I'm living that particular cliché.

It's not bad most of the time. He stays over on his side of the room, I stay on mine. Except on nights like these. I could hear him breathing heavily, and my mattress shifted, sending my body sliding over to one side. He added his weight to it, and I let myself roll until I was slumped against one hard thigh.

Have I mentioned how much I lust after Cade's body? Not only is he gorgeously built, but he's also got the most beautiful golden-brown eyes. Goddamn. Needless to say, his thigh was not the only thing that was hard. Still, I was pretending to be asleep, so I just shifted, and let my stiffening cock brush up against him.

"Oh, fuck, he's hard!" Result achieved. The bed wobbled, and soon was stable as Cade scooted away. God bless straight men. Always afraid of a little penis. Not that mine is little, mind you.

Cade's a persistent fucker, though. The bed shifted again, and I felt him looming over me, even without opening my eyes. What are you planning, I wondered briefly. I soon got my answer.

"Here we go." That voice again, and then the brush of something soft against my nosetip. I wiggled it, letting it twitch and jiggling my whiskers in the process. The softness shifted, and I cracked my eyes open a peek. Bad idea.

I couldn't see anything. Now why would that be, you might ask? Well, you can bet your ass I'm going to tell you. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, they were blocked by a field of gold. Cade's tawny fur covered his lower belly, lining the ripples and curves of muscle that lead to that wonderful vee of muscle that lead down to -

Oh, hell no.

I wasn't sure what to do. That stupid cougar's dick and balls were lying against my partly opened muzzle. His pants were down around those powerful thighs, and his torso stretched up over me, his face out of my field of vision. What on Earth was going on? I shifted, turning just a bit to one side. Suddenly, it all became clear. Jeff and Noah were standing by, the canine trying to cover his snickers with both paws and the lynx filming the entire process with a small, pawheld video camera.

Jeff and Noah were what every straight, macho jock need: cronies. Wherever Cade went, the two ding-a-lings followed. Jeff was a junkyard mutt; some strange mix of Doberman, German Shepherd, and Rottweiler that left him with a muscular build and dark fur. Noah was a lynx, built more for speed than for strength. Still, it didn't do him any harm on the wrestling mat.

Both boys loved to engage in whatever mischief Cade planned for them, and that night was no exception. The little red light of the camera let me knew that every minute of the cougar's cock up against my lips was being recorded.

The only thing I could think was Better give 'em a show. Yeah, I know, it's a little skanky of me, but I couldn't help it. I mean, really. How often do I get my beefy roommate's cock in my face? I opened my lips just that much more, and something warm and soft and heavy dropped into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Noah and Jeff's disgusted snickers filled the small room, but, oddly enough, Cade wasn't laughing. I felt something stir against the bridge of my muzzle. "Okay, dude. We've got it on film." Noah's voice was quiet, but it carried in the stillness of the bedroom. Still, Cade didn't move. I rolled my tongue in my 'sleep' to try to figure out what was in my muzzle.

Fuck.

Why in God's name would someone stick their balls in someone else's mouth while they're sleeping?! I just - ugh. It seemed he liked it, though. I felt something above me stir and creep along my cheek.

"Dude, you're...uh...." Jeff sounded apprehensive. He probably wasn't expecting his straight buddy's cock to stir when he's got his balls in someone else's mouth. "You're...bonin' up a little, dude."

Suddenly, the muscle above me twitched, and I felt weight shift. I rolled over onto my side, grumbling a bit for show. Really, though, I wanted to see what was going on. The rustle of fabric, along with a tiny crack in my lashes, told me that Cade was putting his shorts back on. I watched the three of them retreat silently from the room, the door creaking shut behind them.

What the fuck was that all about? Anyone?

I tried not to let it bother me. I swear to God I did. I woke up the next morning and Cade was already gone, leaving a string of dirty clothes leading towards the bathroom. I kicked them aside as I walked, brushing them out of the way and stepping into my shower. The water was warm, and felt nice on my skin as it soaked through my fur. It felt so nice, I completely lost track of time, and had to make a mad dash across campus to get to my English lit class before the professor, a cranky old badger, began his spiel.

***

An hour and fifteen minutes later, I squinted as I stepped into the sunlight, shouldering my backpack and making tracks towards the center of campus. It was time for my weekly interrogation.

Michaela is my best friend in the entire world. When no one else understands me, I can go to her and I automatically know she gets me. She's a golden retriever, a beautiful blonde, and I know that if I had a thing for girls, I'd be all over her. She sat waiting for me at a table in the university coffee shop, and the moment I sat down, she pounced.

"What?" She watched me with those expectant green eyes of hers, staring me down so hard I felt the fur on the back of my neck prickle.

"What what?" I asked, innocently, trying to play cool as I blew steam off my white chocolate mocha. "What do you mean?"

I hadn't even gotten to the whipped cream when she slapped me with the back of her paw. "What happened? Who was it? Was he cute? Were you safe?" The barrage of questions made my head spin, and I had to wonder how the hell it was that she always knew things like this. Did I have it stamped across my forehead or something? Still, I feigned indifference.

"I don't know what you mean," I said, taking a sip of my coffee and letting it burn down my throat. "You know if I actually slept with someone, I'd tell you." We had sort of a running bet going; first person to get laid had to dish over coffee.

Michaela stared at me for a while, considering me with that piercing gaze, and shook her head at me. "Bullshit." She reached for her drink and took a sip, setting it back down on the black metal table, leaning over it to stare at me. "I don't buy it. Spill." I heaved a sigh, pushing bangs out of my eyes, and stole a quick peek to make sure no one was listening before lowering my voice.

"Okay, first, you have to swear not to tell anyone," I near whispered. That got me a raised eyebrow, and I barreled on. "Last night, Cade woke me up again - " I was interrupted by a snort, but I waved it away, motioning for her to be silent. "You'll want to hear this. It's fucking bizarre." That seemed to placate her, and I took another swig of my drink, wishing there were a bit of Bailey's in it, before continuing. "Cade woke me up last night by straddling me and dropping his balls into my mouth." There. Said and done. The silence that ensued did not bode well for me. "Well?"

She stared at me for a long while, her jade gaze twitching here and there as she tried to figure out whether or not I was fucking with her. Finally, she shook her head. "Seriously, Nat. Who was it?"

I gave out an exasperated sigh, waving a dismissive paw in her general direction. "First you bitch at me until I tell you, and then you tell me I'm lying when I do!" I huffed, puffing air out my nose and watching it curl and disappear in the crisp morning air. "Whatever."

"You're serious, aren't you?" she asked, studying me intently. I shrugged at her, picking my drink up and swirling it around in its cup, trying to get the cream to cool it off just a bit. She shook her head. "Why would he do that?"

I shrugged again. "Search me. I just know I woke up and he was straddling my face." She let out a bark of a laugh at that, and I couldn't help but grin. When I say that Michaela knows everything about me, I mean it. She knew I'd been lusting after Cade ever since I met him. "It was one of the weirdest experiences of my life, I swear."

She nodded her head in agreement, reaching out and giving my paw a squeeze, the same smile crossing her muzzle. "So...how was it?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me. I choked back a laugh that threatened to choke me, and swallowed my drink.

"You bitch."

"Pot-kettle, babe." She stuck her tongue out at me, and I returned it, my fingers curling around hers and returning the squeeze. I sat silent for a moment, staring at the people walking by, noting with growing bitterness the amount of couples that had their arms around each other for warmth and comfort.

"Would it make me sick if I said I enjoyed it?"

"Yeah, sweetie. A little."

"Okay, then."

***

It was just my luck that Cade was sitting on the couch when I got in, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. I dropped my backpack onto the couch as I walked past, muttering a brief 'hey' under my breath. He barely acknowledged my presence, staring at the TV.

Now, this wasn't all that unusual. It was actually pretty routine. I'd come home, he'd ignore me, I'd sit on the couch with him and do homework, he'd ignore me, I'd leave, he'd ignore me. Definitely patterned, but it was comfortable. I wasn't at all prepared for what happened next.

I brought my notebook out and plopped down on the far end of the couch, turning on the table lamp and beginning to scribble on the lines, recopying notes from the day to help me remember them. The click of the TV startled me, and I looked up to a black screen and the sudden silencing of yesterday's football scores. Cade had gotten up and walked away. I watched him go, a bit puzzled.

What the heck? Was he embarrassed? I mean, hell, it had been my muzzle with the balls in them, remember. I took a few more notes, and after a while caught myself sending my gaze darting towards the doorway. I sighed and closed the spiral-bound notebook, picking it up and walking towards our room.

Our room always amazed me. You could almost see the dividing line between us. The left side, my side, is pretty organized. I'm not a neat freak, or anything, and I never make my bed, but for the most part I'm pretty clean. My clothes go in my hamper, my books stay on my desk, and my pillows stay on my bed. That all sounds pretty standard to me. Cade.... Cade's side of the room is, for lack of a better word, disgusting. He's such a boy. He leaves clothes everywhere, he leaves books, magazines, weights, and cups and plates everywhere. His walls are plastered with posters of girls in 'seductive' poses wearing next to nothing, and similar-looking pages ripped out of magazines (Something I always found kind of girly, myself). Mine, on the other hand, are covered with pictures. Photographs, I mean. Me with friends, mostly, but occasionally a landscape I took that I thought was particularly nice. It's kinda sad, but you can really tell which side of the room belongs to whom.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked him, flopping down on my bed and mirroring him, watching him from out of the corner of my eye as I picked a book up off my nightstand idly flip through it. He turned and stared at me.

"What do you mean?" he asked, not looking up from where he sat, curling a dumbell up and down with one arm. He sat concentrated, and from the looks of things, it seemed as if he were watching the muscle beneath his tawny fur stretch and relax with each lift he did.

"What do you mean, 'What do I mean?'" I countered, rolling over onto my side to stare at him directly. Probably not the best move, considering my penchant for shirtless, muscular guys. "I know I'm not your bestest friend in the whole world," I said, turning the pages of my book but not taking my eyes off my roommate, who had begun to develop a light sheen of sweat that rolled over and between the valley of his chest muscles, "but you've never outright avoided me before. What's wrong?" I asked, playing the concerned roommate while relishing in the cougar's discomfort. The fact that he looked good, all sweaty and glistening like that, didn't help things, and I couldn't stop the low murr that rolled out of my chest, but thankfully I was able to keep it to a bare minimum.

Cade dropped the weight, making a muffled thud that made me jump out of my reverie. "So I don't feel like fuckin' talking to you. What of it?" The rudeness, the outright anger in his voice took me aback, making me literally lean back on my bed.

"Okay, Jesus. No need to get testy." I said, and I couldn't stop the snicker that rolled in my throat when he let out a little growl at that last word. Man, I couldn't have planned a better pun if I'd tried. 'Cause, y'know, testes, testy...? Oh, fine. It wasn't that good to begin with. At any rate, I got up off my bed, walking out of the room and giving him an extra little swish of my ass for good measure. The growl I got back was quite satisfactory, and it left me pretty content.

We spent the rest of the day like that; him in our room, and me banished to work in our living room. I managed to get through most of my homework, plus a few assignments that weren't due for another couple of days before he came out of the bedroom, only to grab a glass of water, chug it down, and then exit back to his cave.

I shrugged it off, even being so kind enough as to fix him dinner, but he never popped back out to eat it. It was still sitting there when I woke up. I went through my day, but when I returned, Cade was gone. All afternoon and into the night, the stupid cougar was gone. Eventually, I gave up waiting for him and went to bed.

It wasn't long after I'd gone to bed that I felt something familiar. The bed shook and moved, dipping to the left as weight was added, and then settling as the weight was evenly distributed across my chest. I mentally rolled my eyes, keeping them physically shut as I felt the soft warmth of Cade's thighs pressing against my sides. The meaty thud of something hot hitting my face made me twitch, and I wrinkled my nose against it, whiskers twitching and flicking against something that twitched back.

I should have known better. I should have pretended to not feel a thing, but I couldn't help it. I opened my big mouth.

I mean that literally, of course, and the moment I did I felt the warm meat of him tumble into my muzzle. My body acted on instinct, and I curled my tongue against him, lapping at the velvety-soft skin I'd fantasized about for so long. But it wasn't quite as I'd dreamed. My fantasies usually involved his cock. These were his nuts.

Surprisingly, my fantasies were less exciting than the real thing. Being buried between Cade's thighs with my nose pressed right to the root of the dick I felt hardening above me was better than anything I could have ever come up with on my own. The smell of him was just...overwhelming. He was so hard, so male. I couldn't help it. My tongue went with a mind of it's own, sweeping in broad strokes over the skin that puckered and wrinkled at my touch. His balls were surprisingly smooth, and they tasted of sweat gathered between his massive thighs.

Those thighs turned out to be my undoing. My paws came up, brushing the velvety soft fur they knew they would find, and Cade twitched. I left my paws where they were, and for a moment, the world stood still. The only sound I could hear was my roommate's raspy breathing, and I dared to crack my lash the tiniest bit.

When my eyes adjusted to the light, I began to wish they hadn't. At first, all I could see was cock. I'd known Cade was hung, but his dick stretched up from my muzzle past the top of my head, and was so fat that at this proximity, I could barely see around it. Eventually, I got a glimpse of the feline, towering above me. The sight was...well...awe-inspiring, and I began to feel His torso fanned out like a cobra's hood, his paws gripping his thighs for balance. Every one of his muscles was tensed, standing out in relief as he paused. His eyes were closed, I think, but his head were tilted down; it felt like he was staring right at me. I also noted that A: My roommate was hard, and B: He was also alone. A quick flick of my eyes to the left and right confirmed this. Cade was simply straddling me and stuffing my muzzle full of his sweaty balls.

I let my paws fall away, slowly, murmuring and turning my head, suppressing a whimper as the feline's meaty nuts slipped past my lips, the tug eliciting a grunt from the big cat. I wasn't sure where it would go next. Thank God someone did.

I'd dreamt of taking Cade's cock between my lips, and I was about to get my wish. He leaned forward so fast it almost startled me, his meaty paws placed on either side of my head, and put the tip of him at the part of my lips. Fuck. Cade's cock was on my lips. I was going to suck my roommate's dick. This was monumental, and I wanted to savor the moment. Unfortunately, Cade had other ideas. The tip plunged in with a wet, slicking sound, and my muzzle was suddenly spread wide by the prick of my dreams - in more ways than one.

I could spend hours talking about Cade's penis. It's - I don't know if words can describe the beauty of it. He's long and straight (har har), a good eight or nine inches long, at least, and thick. I know people always describe cocks as 'thicker than my wrist,' so I won't. But really, it was. I could get my paw around it, but just barely. He -had- to be two inches thick, but I didn't exactly whip out a tape measure. I was too busy drooling on it. The room was silent, but the type of silence so thick you can almost eat it, punctuated only by the sloppy slorches of my muzzle on that fat piece of meat. I couldn't see much in the dark; his cock was black, though, and when he pulled it out, it slapped up against his taut belly and throbbed there, waiting, in the air. He groaned, and one paw came up to tug on it, making the balls beneath jiggle against my lips. He dropped them lower, and the gold-furred pouch dropped into my muzzle, so I did the only thing I could think of to do. I sucked.

He began to purr on top of me. I don't know if you've ever been purred on by a 6'2" musclecat, but it shook my whole body with the intensity of it. I rolled one of his balls in my muzzle, savoring it as it was meant to be enjoyed; it was big, like one of those jawbreakers that lasts forever and makes your jaw hurt after a while. Speaking of, mine began to ache, and I panted, opening my eyes.

Fuck.

Everything happened so fast. Cade was gone. I could still taste him, the fleshy, musky tang of him still recent on my tongue, in my nose, but I couldn't see him. I could hear him, cursing under his breath and moving. The rustle of fabric whispered out to me, and I moved over, grabbing a hold of one of his powerful arms, feeling the muscle tense and tighten under my fingers as I squeezed it.

"Cade -" I began, but the arm was ripped from my grip and, faster than it should have, the front door slammed shut. Shit. I padded out to the living room, finding the door unlocked, and closed it with a click. "Shit. Shitshitshitshit shit." I slumped against the door and slid down it. I'd fucked this up royally.

But then, why had he straddled me in the first place? He wasn't filming it, he obviously didn't do it because of me, because I was 'asleep,' so why the hell did my roommate stick his cock in my mouth? Could he be...gay?

***

He didn't come back. The first night, I assumed it would be like before. I actually half-thought-half-hoped that I'd get another pleasant wake-up call in the middle of the night, but he never showed. The second night, I figured he was blowing off steam and pounding the hell out of some poor girl to reaffirm his own masculinity to himself. The third night, I actually started to get a little worried. It wasn't like him to be gone this long. When he finally did saunter in, I was up off the couch in a flash. "Where've you been?" I asked, and then immediately regretted it. The look he gave me was so hot it could've fried an egg.

"What the hell do you care, faggot?" His ears pinned back as he nearly spat at me, and I was taken aback by the sheer anger in his words.

"Hey, whoa, down kitty." I said, holding my paws up defensively. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just.... I got kinda worried." Okay, I know I sounded like his girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or, y'know, whatever. But seriously, it bugged me! I waited, watching him as he gave me a look of disgust and stalked out of the living room before I followed him into our bedroom. "Hey! I'm asking a legitimate question here!"

The room was dark, but I managed to find him on his bed, stretched out long. His footpaws would've hung over the edge of the bed had he not bent his legs at the knee, spreading his thighs wide. He folded his paws behind his head, straining the sleeves of his baby blue polo shirt until I was almost positive it would split. Still, the threads managed to hold, and the shirt brought out the golden honey of his eyes, which were currently narrowed angrily at me. "Fuck you." Just two words, but they nearly singed my fur.

"So we're just not going to talk about this, then?" I moved toward him, crossing that invisible line and standing at the edge of his bed, putting my hands on my hips, staring down at my obviously angry roommate. Bad move.

He was a blur of motion. I honestly don't remember seeing him move, but I let out an 'oof' as I was suddenly hit by a ton of angry feline. We fell to the floor, and he pinned me, grabbing the front of my shirt and slamming me against our ugly blue carpet. I saw stars for a minute before I came face to face with a growling, snarling cougar.

"Fuck you!" He screamed it in my face this time, teeth snapping as he clipped off his words. I couldn't help but whimper in the face of all that anger. As I struggled beneath him, the strange, sick, sex-starved part of my brain noticed one thing - my roommate was starting to get a hard-on. I gasped in surprise, looking down towards it, which only made the cougar angrier. "Want to suck it, bitch?" he hissed between clenched teeth. He grabbed my jaw with one paw, holding both my paws above my head with the other. The tight grip he held me in forced my gaze up towards his. "You like a big fat cock in your maw, don't you, faggot?" I admit I don't mind a little dirty talking, but this definitely crossed the line. I growled, kicking my feet and struggling against him, finally managing to scrabble away from him, making straight for the door. Bad fucking idea. He slammed into me again, knocking me into the living room with a squeal. I struck out, flailing with ineffectual paws. Miraculously, I caught him along the jawline.

I don't hit hard. I admit it. Thankfully, it seemed enough to pull him back to his senses. He let me go, and I scrambled back, finding my footing and pulling myself to my feet. He rubbed his jaw, staring down at the floor. "What the fuck was that?" I asked him, backing away towards the door. "What the fuck, Cade?" He was silent, not moving his eyes away. "Fuck you, you asshole." Not the world's best parting words, but I was out the door already and didn't have time to think about it.

***

I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I made my way to Michaela's house on foot. People stared, but I couldn't help it. I felt...scared. Cade was annoying, he was a jerk, he was an asshole, but he'd never been violent. Could seeing me awake as he was fucking my muzzle really have shook him up that much? I suppose it isn't good to ever underestimate the psyche of the straight American male but, I mean, he put his junk in my muzzle. He started it, so how in God's name did I get punished?

My thoughts brought me across our small town before I knew it, and I was knocking on Michaela's door on auto-pilot. Her roommate Colleen answered, and the doe did not look happy to see me. She rolled her eyes and waved me in, shouting, "Michaela! Your fag is here!" Her normal greeting to me, though normally I would return some kind of snappy retort to her, this only sent me into a fresh bout of tears that left the deer more puzzled by my behavior than usual.

I found my best friend in her bedroom, trying to nail a couple shelves to a wall. "Hey, hon, d'you think you could--?" she stopped as she turned around. I must have looked that bad, because she nearly jumped down from the stepladder and folded herself around me.

That was all it took for the dam to burst, and I broke down in the small apartment bedroom. Not my proudest moment, I don't think, but it had been a rough day. The story spilled out, unasked, and I had to nearly beg Michaela not to call the cops.

"That stupid fuck," was all she had to say about Cade, and at the time, I didn't disagree with her. It took a while, but eventually she got me calmed down. Looking back, I might have been a little overdramatic. Still, after a few cups of coffee, I was feeling a little bit better.

We were sitting in her living room. I'd managed to wiggle my way onto the floor so that my head was in her lap, and she stroked through my hair with that amazing, calming rhythm that seems to come innate to most females. "So what're you going to do about it, Nat?" she asked me, her voice tentative but prodding. I knew I'd have to answer her soon enough, so I thought about it. What was I going to do about it?

Well, fuck. My roommate had face-raped me, but I enjoyed it, and I didn't say no. I wanted it, and I was just too chicken-shit to say anything. He flipped out about it, and tried to hurt me, and I punched him in the face. It was all a little too Jerry Springer for me.

"I don't know. I feel...." Well, I wasn't exactly sure how I felt at the moment. "Why did he get all violent, Mick?" I asked, and rested my head on her knee, where she continued to run her fingers through my hair.

"I don't know, sweetie." She was soothing, though even in my distress, I could hear the rage seething beneath her placid exterior. I could feel it in her bones, almost literally. My best friend was shaking with the force of her anger. "I know you wanted it. Knowing you, you might've even helped provoke it," she said, giving me a small, sad smile that I could only return in kind, "but he was going to hurt you, Nat. Can you really forgive that?"

I thought back on that moment, long and hard. The moments replayed in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized something. Yes, Cade had tackled me. Yes, he'd said a lot of nasty shit to me, and no, I wasn't going to forgive him for that. The thing that stuck out the most clearly was that he hadn't hit me. He hadn't even tried. In fact, I hit him. My stomach sank to my feet, and I looked up at Michaela. I knew she wouldn't like what was going to come next. "I think I have to apologize to him."

"Please, please tell me I'm losing my hearing in my old age," she growled at me, her paws balling up into fists. She wasn't big, but when she was angry, boy, could she cause some major pain.

"Seriously!" I defended. "I'm the one who threw the first punch, Mick."

"Yeah, because he was going to rape you!"

I folded my ears down and averted my eyes, just the slightest bit. "It's not rape if you want it, Michaela." I ventured a look back to her and saw that that had deflated her anger. She reached out, and I leaned into the gentle rubbings behind my long ears.

"If that's the case, honey, then why did you come over here? Why all the tears?" She looked down at me, genuinely concerned. I think she thought I was in denial, and I very well may have been, but I knew what I had to do, if I were going to make it through the school year alive. I think she saw it on my face, because she grimaced, just the slightest bit, and then shook her head. "You're not going to change your mind about that, are you?" she asked, her voice quiet.

Shaking my head, I rose to a kneel and slid my arms around her. "Nope." I held her tight and let my lips brush up against her cheek, a small token of the intense gratitude I felt for her. "Love you."

"Love you, too, Nat."

***

I ended up staying the night at Michaela's, crashing on the floor of her bedroom. I went to class in the same clothes I was wearing the night before, without any of my books, and I probably shouldn't have even done that, because I was in no mood to listen to the stupid duck in the first row blather on about samurai values in classical Japanese literature. My mind was on something else entirely.

He was sitting on the couch when I got home. Damn. I'd been hoping he'd have gone out, so that I could have time to plan. Still, those golden eyes were locked on mine the moment I set foot through the door.

"Hey." Not the best opening, but I really hadn't had time to prepare anything better. I watched him, almost nervously, easing the door shut behind me. The click was almost deafening.

"Hey," he said. He swallowed, and I could see the movement in his throat. Not that I was looking. Really. He stood up, and I instinctively took a step back before grounding myself. I couldn't back down, so I stood there, trying my best to be neutral.

"So...." I wasn't sure how to go about it, but it ended up working out just fine.

He cut me off with a few waves of his broad paws. "So what happened was pretty fucked. It shouldn't have, and, y'know, it won't. Again, I mean. So, yeah." He turned on his heel and disappeared into the bedroom. My first instinct was to follow, but that hadn't worked out so well last time, and so I went about my business. After all, things were looking up. I realized afterwards that I was actually talking to Cade, not his biceps or his chest or his legs or, well, other things. I'd been so focused on him I couldn't even tell what he was wearing. That was a good sign, at least.

I don't know how I made it through the next few weeks. We avoided each other like mad, and he barely could even look me in the eye when we passed. It was one big mess, and I wasn't entirely sure how we were going to fix it all.

Day in and day out, we were like ships passing in the night, to quote an old cliché, until one day, he came and flopped down next to me on the couch. I don't think I would have been more surprised had he grown another head and started spouting Shakespeare.

He was silent, but he sat there. The TV stayed off, and he actually had a book in his hand. My mind was pretty much spinning.

I kept my eyes on my notebook the entire time, and we sat in what could only be described as an awkwardly comfortable silence, my pencil flying across the page and his big paws flipping delicate sheets over and over.

It sounds weird, I know, but this was the closest we'd been since I moved in with him. There was no tension, sexual or otherwise, and it lasted until bed. He even surprised me by saying, "Goodnight," before he headed into the room. I returned it to a closed door, but it left me feeling oddly warm inside. I'm weird, I know. But at least, maybe, we were on the right track towards maybe eventually being comfortable with one another again.

Sleep that night was fitful. I felt too hot, and had dreams of something chasing me until I woke with a start in the morning. Cade was gone when I left, which wasn't entirely unusual. He usually got up early to work out in the mornings, before everyone got to the gym, so I rarely saw him in the mornings. I got up, took a quick shower, and was out the door in less than half an hour, which was pretty much a personal record for me. Class was dull, but it almost always is, so I bore my way through six hours of it and made my way back home.

I dropped my backpack onto the couch as soon as I got in, letting it thump heavily against the padded furniture as I moved out of the living room and into the kitchen. Searching the fridge, I found that we were out of almost everything, and picked up the small dry erase board we kept around to leave one another messages.

"So, uh...." That deep rumble sent my ears twitching. I turned over my shoulder. Oh, sweet baby Jesus. That stupid cat was leaned up against the doorframe of the kitchen, filling it shoulder to shoulder. "We're out of milk."

Why is it that hot guys always make your throat dry up? I could barely breathe as I managed to squeak out, "Yeah.... Other stuff too." I turned back to the fridge, setting the magnetic board onto it and opening up the cabinets above the sink, rooting around. I could feel eyes boring a hole in the back of my neck, so I turned and gave him my best annoyed look. "Did you want something?"

"Uh..no. I was just...uh.... No." Damn it! Why did he have to get that hurt look on his face? I felt like I'd just kicked the guy's pet or something. I brushed it off, though, grabbing a notepad off the counter and making a list of everything we needed. He left me alone for a while, but soon enough I could feel those eyes on the back of my neck. "Nate?" I twitched. I despise being called Nate, and Cade knew it.

"What?" I made sure my voice was nice and icy, just for him. Of course, I'll bet you can guess how long that lasted. He was...moping at me. "What is it, Cade?" I asked again, after the ensuing silence, trying to tone it down a little bit.

He came closer, close enough that I could smell the Abercrombie & Fitch cologne he was wearing. Usually the scent sickened me, but for some reason, Cade's proximity plus the smell plus the memory of his nuts in my muzzle made my cock start to shift in my jeans. I had to take a step back, bumping my butt against the cabinets. "What?" I asked again, looking up at him.

Light eyes are my weakness. His, a pure, tawny gold, studied me from a few inches up. I took the moment to return the favor, something I got to do so very rarely, unless it was in secret, and that seemed to throw him off. "D'you...uh.... D'you think you could get me some PowerBars when you go shopping?" Okay, not what I'd expected, but whatever.

"Yeah, sure. No problem." I stared back at him as he walked away, but I noticed the small pinkness of his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips. They couldn't have been as dry as mine, right? That would just have been wishful thinking.

It would've been ridiculous to even ponder that he had something resembling feelings for me, so I pushed all of that aside and settled for the weirdness that was our relationship. He'd taken to joining me in the living room when I worked on homework, and I, for my part, didn't protest when the TV turned on to sports scores. Things worked pretty well that way. At least, they would have, until the day I walked in on him nude, in our bedroom, his big paws wrapped around the cock that had once had a home in my muzzle.

"Fuck!" He was up and under his covers just as fast as I was out the door, nearly squealing and scrunching my eyes shut..

"Oh, God, Cade!" I said, hurling myself into the restroom and slamming the door shut. "I'm so sorry!" I yelled through the adjoining wall. After a little while, and some vague sounds of movement, I could hear laughter, deep and thick, pouring through the thin drywall. I eyed it with some disbelief. He was laughing? I had expected him to explode again, but his voice soon came through on the other side of the wall. He had walked into the closet to talk to me through the plaster.

"Hey, Nat? It's fine. Really. I promise. Come --." He paused for a moment, and then continued. "Come back into the room, please?" I was cautious as I opened the door. I should have stayed in.

Cade was standing in the doorway of our bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, tented over an erection that was slowly softening. I tried to keep my eyes on his as I began my litany of apologies. "Oh, Jesus, Cade, I'm so sorry. I didn't think...I mean...y'know?" He shook his head, waving a big paw in my face, putting the other one over his hard-on.

"Hey. It's alright. I promise." He took a step back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him and leaving me panting in the hallway. Holy fuck. My life kept getting weirder and weirder. I waited a few minutes, and then knocked on the door again.

"Cade? Cade, are you still...y'know...indecent?" A low, masculine chuckle rumbled from behind the closed door, and the fur on the back of my neck stood up, starting the tingle that went down to my toes and bounced back up to terminate in my dick. Oh, fuck, was I in trouble. "Cade, I'm really sorry," I called, pushing my muzzle up against the cool wood. "I didn't know you'd be home, or that you'd be...y'know...." I wasn't sure what to say there, but the hammering I could hear in my ears told me that he wasn't responding. "Look, I know things have been weird, lately, but I promise you, I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Some rustling from inside let me know that I was getting to him, for better or for worse. "Can we talk about this?"

A low grunt came from inside the room, which both scared me and encouraged me. I pushed the door open, slowly, and stood behind the solid wood, one paw curled around the edge. "Can I...come i--?" The door was wrenched open, and my roommate stood there. Naked. Without clothes. And with a hard-on that could have drilled a hole through the drywall. Did I mention the naked? And the erection? I hate to say it, but my mind sort of stopped working at that point. It's a good thing he knew what he was doing.

Big paws slid around my waist, and I was pulled into warm, yielding muscle. He was so hard, but it wasn't an uncomfortable hardness. I wasn't altogether entirely sure what was going on, but the erection that had been flagging only moments ago definitely wasn't. He was hard and ready, pulsing and beating up against my thigh. And hip. And stomach. Fuck, he was a big cat. Just looking up at him proved that much. And I had to, to meet his agate eyes. His paws moved, fingers snaking from the belt loops of my jeans to curl around my ass, digging in ever so slightly. "Cade?" I asked, furrowing my brows in what I hoped was a confused expression. His muzzle came close to mine as he bent down, and I could smell that cologne, that thick, musky scent, and even more, the smell of horny male surrounded me, and it made me just as hard as the throbbing boner that felt like it wanted to dig into my thigh. His lips curved up, and he was smiling at me, hips undulating slightly against mine, slow, almost tender rubs.

"C'mere." He pulled me backward into the bedroom, the door banging open against the wall as he used his considerable strength to haul me up into his arms, my footpaws leaving solid ground literally and figuratively as his muzzle burrowed itself into the hollow of my throat. Sharp teeth parted my pelt, raking furrows in my fur and making my dick throb hard against his stomach. His body was perfect beneath my paws. His shoulders were hard boulders of muscle, with striations so defined I could trace them with my fingertip. I could feel his collarbone standing out in sharp relief, digging in towards the start of his chest. That, too, was large and hard, solid, and warm, two slabs of meat that moved every time his big mitts shifted their grip on my rump. The arms those mitts were attached to weren't shabby either. Football-shaped peaks bunched into hard, tight balls of power when he moved, and his forearms rippled as his fingers squeezed into the soft flesh of my ass, which made me yip and grind harder into his abs. I never knew how uncomfortable being clothed was up until that point.

"Cade," I tried, my paws coming down to thread through short, spiked hair. "Cade!" Again, more insistant this time, trying my hardest to get through the fog of lust and into his mind. "Cade!" I yelled. It was only when I got sharp with him that he stopped nibbling and sucking on my neck. Fuck, there was going to be a bruise there tomorrow.

He looked up at me with a look on his muzzle that I'd only seen reserved for our school's cheerleaders and sororstitutes. "Hmm?" he asked. His golden eyes were lidded, and he was actually smiling at me. It was a smile I liked, and yet didn't trust all at the same time. It said, 'I've seen you naked,' and while that thought thrilled me right to the core of my granite-hard cock, it also made me question just what the hell was going on.

"You're not gay. I've seen you fuck women--."

"Nate."

"Well, I mean, heard you. You talk about them all the time, and you watch football and you wrestle, and you torment me endlessly because I'm a faggot--"

"Na-ate."

" And you eat pussy, and you like tits, and--"

"Nat!" He cut me off with my name, and I refocused on those eyes, smiling down from me from the face that I'd been fantasizing about for the last three years.

"Yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up." His lips sealed to mine, and I didn't need any more help with that command. I kissed him back as hard as I wanted, wrapped myself arms-and-legs around my roommate's torso. He grunted at that, but it was muffled in my muzzle and I couldn't give a shit. He tightened his arms around me, and I felt muscle tense around my sides, which only made me that much hotter. I used my tongue on every inch of him I could possibly find, until he finally pulled me away and tossed me onto my bed. I had a moment to recover in the warm, comforting scent of my own bed before I was covered by Cade's thick fragrance. It was heavy, and maybe some other furs would have found it offensive, but I reveled in it. It was male, musky, smelling like sweat and something innately masculine, that heady aroma that only came from someone with an erection.

Oh, boy, what an erection. I could feel him pressing into my hip and stomach, trying to burrow himself in, and reached down to trace fingertips along his the skin. From the sheath pushed down by his expanding girth upward, Cade's dick was covered in veins, and I let my digits explore their trails, following the pulsing tracks and feeling my roommate shiver with excitement. Our lips never parting, I curled my fingers around him, tips touching - but only just barely - and with a flick of my wrist I brought the mighty behemoth to his knees. So to speak, anyway. "Oh, Jesus, fuck," he growled, the sound vibrating in his chest and resounding into my shoulders. I smiled against him, and pushed with my free paw at the thick, meaty chest.

"If you get up, we can make this work a little bit easier." He complied, and I rolled him over, guiding him over onto his back and making room between his thick thighs. I ran my paws over them for just a brief moment. It wasn't every day that I got to touch him, after all, and I wasn't sure if I would ever get to again, so I took my time, running fingers in the grooves between his thighs, feeling him tense and harden beneath my touch.

"That tickles." He laughed, softly, and it was a warm sound. Every time I had heard Cade laugh, before, it was laced with a bitterness, a sour meanness that made such a benign sound into something I didn't want to hear. This was different. It was so different, I had to look up at him.

It filled his face, lit it up and put an expression on it I'd never seen before. He looked...happy. I didn't think I'd ever seen my roommate looking quite so normal. Sexy, yes. Studly, definitely. Haugty, arrogant, angry, drunk, pumped, even sad. I'd seen it all cross that handsome muzzle once or twice. Never, however, had I ever seen the look of pure contentment that I saw right then. I watched him with wonder, and it must have shown on my face because he looked down at me, that bright expression darkening into something that was a lot less pleasant.

"What?" he asked, and I recognized that tone. Get off my fucking case, it said.

Shaking my head to quickly diffuse the situation, I let my paws wander up, closer toward the junction of his thighs. "Nothing, nothing," I said, shaking my head as I scooted just a bit closer, my knees touching the backs of his thick quads. Nimble fingers found my own legs, and his big hands squeezed my jean-covered thighs, making me 'eep' softly. That look came back, and I smiled. "There's a guy." He smiled in return, slowly, and I knew it was time.

With an arch of my back, my muzzle came down, and I was face-to-face, so to speak, with the cock of my dreams, and this time, I could stare at it all I wanted. I didn't even bother to ask him if he was sure. Couldn't give him time to change his mind, after all. I opened my mouth in a loving 'oh' and went down on him.

He tasted just like I remembered, but this time, there were added benefits this time around. His dick looked thick as fuck as I opened wide around the ebony shaft. I have to admit I drooled a little, but it was okay, because it only served to make his beautiful prick all slick and shiny, which in turn made it easier, mentally and physically, to swallow that sucker. I did, however, and took it down my throat, swallowing roughly around him. God, but he tasted so good, and I lapped up each and every spurt of pre he offered me. He groaned and wrapped his big paws around my ears, nails gently scratching through the fur behind them as I bobbed low, until my lips were sealed in a kiss at the thick fur of his groin.

The low rumble of pleasure that vibrated Cade's body let me know he was enjoying it, and the meaty paws that threaded through my hair and held me still while his hips ground into my face were nearly enough to drive me wild. I swear I don't ever remember a time when I was ever as hard as I was at that moment. At least, I thought so until he started fucking my muzzle.

His hips flexed, and his ass shifted and filled beneath my paw, pillowing out into a mighty fine bubble-butt as he pulled himself out of my muzzle, ripping a groan out of me along with it. That same butt tightened just as quickly, bunching into rock-hard mounds of muscle as he shoved the entire length of him down my throat in one go. I wish I could say I didn't gag, but fuck! He was huge, not only long but girthy, and the feel of him spearing my tonsils made my body constrict and try to reject him. I wasn't going to have any of that, however, and I fought my gag reflex as hard as I could. My eyes watered from the effort, I swear, and my throat clenched around him. At least someone got some pleasure out of it. I expected the next thrust, however, and soon he was sliding himself in and out of me like a pro.

I had never before understood what the weird slorching sounds in porn were until that exact moment. His swollen cockhead acted like a plunger in my muzzle, bringing saliva back up with it on each seemingly endless backstroke, only to push it back in mixed with heaping, helping doses of his pre. And oh, good lord, did he have pre. I could feel it puddling up in my mouth, already threatening to leak out around the sides of his cock, so widely stretched were my lips. My paws came up to cup and wipe at the junction of my body and his, but they were blocked by the fat nuts that kept slapping at my chin with a constancy that was so regular my face was beginning to feel a little numb. I cupped them with my left paw, his heavy balls almost overflowing my admittedly smallish palms, while I made a circle around the loose upper regions with my right thumb and forefinger, trapping his balls in the bottom of their baggy pouch. I grinned as best I could around his cock, and then, with the slightest bit of pressure, began to pull down.

He howled. I swear to God. The cock in my muzzle bucked and jetted a stream of pre down my throat so hard it burned a little, and the paws in my hair clenched themselves around the bases of my ears. He gave them a little tug, and the growl that rumbled out of his chest made me worry just the slightest bit, but when I turned my eyes up to meet his, the broad grin on his muzzle let me know that I could do that again.

So I did, and if it was possible, my roommate's already outsized dong got even bigger, swelling iron hard as it rammed in and out of my muzzle. I was drooling profusely by now, and his crotch was slick with both his juices and my spit; it was definitely time to move on. I began to move upward, off his dick, and those big paws pushed me back down, sinking me down nine thick inches of prime cougar cock. I groaned, but put my paws around his wrists, squeezing to let him know that I wanted up. He growled in frustration, but his grip slackened, and I came up for air, gasping like a dying man.

I only had a moment to wipe off the long, silky strand of pre connecting my lips to his swollen dickhead before his paws were on my waist, pushing my jeans down. "Oh, fuck." I know it wasn't the most articulate thing ever, but my straight roommate was undressing me. You'll have to forgive me for not being able to wax poetic.

Hunger burned in Cade's eyes as he pulled my jeans and underwear down my hips in one go, making me moan as my own aching dick was rubbed raw by fabric and then allowed to slap up against my belly. I swear, the slap against my stomach made me jump a foot and shoot a streamer of pre about as far. Okay, so I'm exaggerating a little, but goddamn, it felt good. I tried to turn, but Cade held me there, half-dressed, half-naked, all horny. I turned over my shoulder just in time to see the cougar's nose touch the curve of my ass. He chuckled, a deep, bassy sound that sent shivers down my spine, and more blood straight to my overexcited erection.

He worked his mitts around my hips in small circles, finally putting his fingers on the mounds of my butt and working the flesh around, spreading my cheeks wide and mashing them together roughly. He growled, a low sound rumbling in his throat, and then lowered his lips until his muzzle was buried in my asscheeks.

My eyes widened in surprise. Oh, holy fuck, when Cade does something, he goes all out, and apparently fucking around with his gay roommate was no exception. His lips touched my asshole, and I just about lost it. I seriously had to clamp my paw around my cock to keep from spurting a load all over our hideous blue carpet. I could feel the cum roiling in my balls, threatening to spill as the big lug ate me out, his tongue pressing insistently at my asshole. I hate to say it, but it didn't take much work for him to get inside, and the feeling of his broad tongue spreading me out made me moan like a little bitch. I arched my back, sticking my cotton tail into the air and presented myself to him, offering my ass up for him to take.

He slicked me up nice and good, and then pulled his muzzle away with an audible squelch. His tongue ran over his lips, slowly, and he grinned, just a little bit. "You cleaned yourself out," he said, making the statement sound accusatory, rather than inquisitive, as it should have been.

I blushed. "Y-yeah," I panted, between gasps of air, "I did."

"You wanted this, didn't you?" He watched me, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

I got a little bit defensive. Wasn't he the one who'd jumped me, when I was trying to explain? "Didn't you?" I countered, raising one eyebrow at him. My argument would have been a lot more effective had I not been bent over, waving my ass in his face.

Cade didn't waste any more time with small talk, standing up, towering over me as he pulled my hips back against his, forcing me up on tiptoe as he nearly lifted me off the ground to push his cock up against my back. I felt it pounding up my spine, throbbing hotly and spreading my ass cheeks wide, so wide I moaned, needing to feel it buried up inside me. "What the fuck do you think?" he asked, leaning over and covering me so that he could growl in my ear. I felt his hips slide back, the brush of his flexing muscle up against my back making me mewl with need, and he waited, head poised at the entrance to my body. It was now or never.

Definitely now. I pushed back, hard, rocking my hips against his, and we both grunted in unison as the fat head of his cock plowed into me, popping me open with a jolt that nearly made my eyes bug out of my head.

Oh, God, but his cock was huge, and it was holding me open, stretching me just a little bit with each beat of his heart. He was like an iron bar in my ass, but I backed up against it, feeling the warm strength of his arms wrap around my waist, guiding me backwards as I was forced to move higher and higher on my tiptoes to reach more and more of his dick. At about the halfway mark, he stopped, arms tight around me, fingers squeezing tight into my belly. I was wheezing for breath, my paws clutched tightly to his as his arms supported nearly my entire weight, standing awkwardly as we were. "C-Cade," I huffed, trying to gather enough strength to make full sentences. The dickhead. He punctuated my sentence by giving a sharp thrust, pushing another inch of himself into me and making me moan beneath him. "F-fuck!" It was the only thing I could think of in response to the growl he made above me, and then he started to withdraw.

He fucked out of me slowly, leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world, and then slammed himself back in, a little deeper. "Fuck," he nearly snarled as he rammed his hips up against mine, stopping just a few inches short of my asscheeks, "You're so fuckin' t-tight," He leaned in, his teeth taking hold of one ear and leaving marks in it. I'm a sucker for biting, and I clamped my ass down hard on his dick as I cried out, making him growl and thrust against me until his hips touched my ass, muscle flexing against muscle as he swayed and panted, trying to catch our breaths.

He snarled a litany of curses into my ear as I panted and whined like a little girl, chest heaving against his heavy paws. It took a while, but our breathing finally slowed, and thankfully, our erections did not. He nosed at the back of my ear, softly, a surprisingly gentle movement, and I nodded.

What he did next was nowhere near gentle. He pulled himself out, completely, my body convulsing as the wide head of his cock popped out of my tail, and then rammed himself back in, making me stiffen, jerk, and spray a load of pre as his entire erection stroked smoothly over my prostate. He made a few short strokes, simply jabbing the head of his dick over that hard nub, inciting me to a writhing, squirming, dripping mess, until he pulled out and slid himself back in, flexing hard over my back as he used the good majority of his strength. He held me there, against his cock, and stood up straight, pulling me with him, paws clasped beneath my arms. I couldn't believe it, but he took first one slow, shaky step, and then another, moving slowly but surely in a small, wide circle until he had turned us both around, holding me up just enough so that my feet couldn't touch the floor. "What're you--?" I tried to question, but I soon got my answer as we toppled over, me face down in the mattress and him sprawled on top of me, shoved balls deep into my ass.

I nearly screamed, spread wide open as the cougar began to hunch his hips forward and back, thrusting mercilessly into me. I felt my stomach scoot across the bed fractions of inches each time he moved, only to be pulled back under him by those powerful arms. I held tight to his straining biceps as he pumpfucked me, the mattress squeaking beneath our weight, my sheets and covers a tangled mess as he mated me hard on my own bed. I couldn't even speak anymore, and the sounds he was making sounded more feral than any I'd ever heard as he snarled and snapped his teeth against my ear. I whimpered, feeling that first thwarted load boiling up in my nuts. I tried to snake my hand beneath my body, to hold it back, to make the pleasure last, but one big paw caught mine, pinning it to the bed with a yowling snarl that only a mountain cat could make. "No." It was an order. "Cum for me."

If I thought he'd been fucking me before, I was sorely mistaken, emphasis on the sore. He began to slam in me, lifting himself up off the bed in a motion almost like a push up and then dropping himself back down, letting gravity and the size of his body do the work for him. He probed at my prostate, sending electric currents of pleasure through my body, from my toes to my spine to my brain to my cock to my brain to my spine to my toes, and I knew it was a lost cause.

I could feel myself start to shudder and tighten, and I knew he felt it too. My tailring clenched down, locking him tight in my ass, so tight he couldn't fully withdraw, and pulling out was an effort even for him. Still, he plowed me as hard as he could as my orgasm ripped through me. My balls snapped up tight to my groin, and my cock jetted my seed, landing with wet splats against my chin, my chest, my stomach, and my sheets, dripping off me, more than I'd ever cum in my life. All the while, Cade was still going, pumping into me and huffing like a steam engine, his cock throbbing and bouncing, stretching me out even wider and forcing me apart, urging my orgasm on even when my load dribbled out of the tip of my aching dick, even when it lay spent against my soft, now sticky sheets.

"My t-turn," he snuffed into the back of my neck, his breath hot on my damp fur, the sweat mixing from my body to his and making the room stuffy, humid, smelling cloyingly of male and sex - our sex. I felt him get harder, bigger, expanding, growing as the near-deafening roar building in his chest did. I felt egg-sized nuts draw up and ride hard against my ass, barely swaying as his hips powered himself deeper, deeper, deeper.

I think I may have blacked out for a moment. I maintain that Cade bucked so hard I smacked my head on my headboard, because I don't remember the exact moment of his orgasm. One minute, it was nearing, and the next minute, I felt heavy and bloated, and Cade was still cumming. He pulled himself out of me, ripping another cry from my throat as he straightened up, shooting the last of his load onto my back, up my spine, and over the curves of my ass. I could feel it, burning hot, laying in the tangled curls of my hair, matting it down in small sections, even more so when he slumped on top of me, panting next to my cheek.

"Fuuuuuuck," he moaned, drawing out his vowel on an exhalation and sounding as content as I'd ever seen him.

I wish I could say that Cade wrapped his arms around me, turned me over, looked me in the eye, kissed me, and professed his love for me. I'd love a happy ending like that. Instead, he ground his spent, softening cock against my tail, smearing his load against my fur, and moaned. "Goddamn. Now I get why you like being a fa--." He was silent for a while, and I waited for it. "...Gay. I know why you like being gay." I supposed that was as much of a win as I was going to get out of him. He got up and walked towards the door. "Coming?" he asked, stopping in the entrance to the bathroom. I couldn't help but chuckle as I got up out of bed, following after him.

The shower was nice, and Cade even helped me soap up, unabashedly moving his paws over every part of my body. Hell, he even succeeded in giving me another hard on. He stroked me off, and I have to say he had good technique, which surprised the fuck out of me, but I took it, and was even more surprised when he scooped my cum off his belly and stuck his fingers in his muzzle.

Of course, he made a face and spit it back out, but you can't win them all. We were quiet as we toweled off, quiet as we made our way into the living room with the shades drawn, thankfully, quiet as he turned on the TV, and I started dinner. Quiet, but nude, and not trying to kill one another. I finally broke the silence.

"So...."

He held up a paw to stop me almost immediately, shaking his head in the universal gesture for 'no.' "Stop." I did, shutting my mouth and pursing my lips, waiting. Here it comes, I thought, the 'I'm not gay, let's not talk about this' bit. "I'm not gay." Of course. "I just...." My ears perked, and I stopped to listen to him. He closed his eyes a little bit, took a deep breath, and continued, turning his gaze on me. "I didn't want to like it, you know? It just felt so fucking good when you sucked me off, and I had to have more."

I rolled my shoulders in what I hoped was a nonchalant shrug, leaning back against the couch and spooning another forkful of pasta into my muzzle. "Yeah, I guess I get what you mean. So, we're just going to pretend it never happened, right?" I couldn't help the bitterness that crept into my voice. Alright, maybe I could help it, but I didn't want to.

A shake of Cade's head brought my surprised attention back to him. "I...I don't know what I want, Nat." At least he was being honest. "I mean, when I look at most guys, there's...nothing. At all. And, y'know, no offense, but when I look at you.... Nothing." He paused, for a moment, and I watched him, blushing when I saw his erection roll lazily between his thighs. "But just thinking about you beneath me, thinking about my dick in your mouth.... Fuck." Succinct, but so true.

"So where do we go from here?" I asked, averting my gaze from the slowly growing meat between his legs.

"Do we have to define it?" he asked, sounding unsure; it was still weird to hear anything but arrogance coming out of his mouth. I thought about that for a good, long while, and he sat, watching me, waiting. Finally, I answered him with a shrug. "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked, and I could hear the anger warming his voice, making it rise and smoke as it simmered, growing inside.

I held my paws up defensively, but only gave him a little shrug. It obviously bothered him, because he crossed his arms over his chest, muscle bunching and bulging as he moved, and I shivered, but smiled. "I guess it means that whatever works, works." He nodded slowly and relaxed, letting his arms hang at his sides, body unclenching and melting beautifully. "We'll just have to see how it works out." I turned my body on the couch, set my empty plate on the coffee table and stretched out, dangling my calves over the arm of the couch and resting my head on one hard thigh.

Cade looked down at me, curiously. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, the annoyance in his voice softened by the playful smirk on his muzzle. I grinned back at up at him and rolled my shoulders in another ambiguous shrug.

"I figured I'd get comfortable. Besides," I murred, running fingers through my now-sticky hair, "I'm closer to your cock like this." He laughed, bouncing my head a little bit. I chuckled, reaching behind me and curling my fingers around his sheath, giving it a squeeze. "I figured you wouldn't mind."

He rurred low in his throat, but didn't buck me off of him. Instead, he let me lay there, holding his penis in my paw, and changed the channel. The Giants were playing the Patriots, and his attention switched over to the sweaty furs on the screen. He let one big paw slide down and rest tentatively on my chest, slowly scratching dull claws through my white pelt. We stayed like that until bedtime.

I rolled off him, padding softly into the room, and I heard his heavy footfalls behind me. I groaned as my paws brushed across some of the still-wet stains that splattered a design. Sleeping was not going to be fun. I started to peel the sheets back, until Cade's deep voice stopped me .

"Hey." I looked up, paused in my movement, sheet still clinging to the bed as I tried to pry it apart. "You could...uh.... I know that you don't have clean sheets, so...." He pulled his comforter back, and I made sure to lock eyes with him, to make sure he was asking what I thought he was. He motioned with one thick paw. "Well?" He slid in under the covers, still buck-naked, and faced away from the wall. I walked over and slid in under the sheets, slowly. Cade never moved.

I woke up in the morning with two heavy arms around my chest, and one thick, meaty thigh draped over my hips. Cade's cock was swollen to magnificent proportions and wedged tight against my ass, the head fluffing through my short tail. The icing on the cake was my roommate's muzzle, his lips pressed softly against my throat as he slept. I drifted back to sleep, slowly, and couldn't help but feel him smile against my fur as his hips began to move in a slow, steady rhythm.

***

I sat at the coffee shop, my paws wrapped around a white mocha, sipping the hot coffee slowly as I waited for Michaela. She was late, and I glanced at my watch, eyes flicking from the digital timepiece to the doorway. It wasn't like her to be so late. My fears were soon allayed as she burst in, looking flustered.

"Hey, babe! I'm so sorry! I got tied up talking to Benji, and I lost track of time." Benjamin, or Benji, as she loved to call him, was a Dalmatian she'd hooked up with at a random party. They'd been dating for over a month now - just a little bit shorter than Cade and I had been...doing whatever it is that we'd been doing. And boy had we been doing it. Still, on the outside, our relationship hadn't changed. The only difference was, my bed went largely unused.

I rolled my eyes at Michaela, laughing and waiting as she deposited her backpack and returned with a drink. She plopped down in her seat in a flurry of blonde, grinning broadly. I coughed, quietly, and tugged at my shirt collar, pulling it upward in silent signal. She blushed furiously, hard enough to turn her fur a golden orange, and pulled her collar up over the hickey that was just blossoming on her throat. "Sorry," she giggled, like a schoolgirl.

"God, you're obnoxiously happy today." I couldn't say I didn't feel the same, though. She just grinned, making a quiet sing-song noise in her throat as she sipped her drink.

She finally set her cup down. "I really like him, Nat."

"That's good, sweetie. Benji's a good guy." And he was. He was a little nerdy, but in a cute way, not a 'I-do-nothing-but-play-WoW-all-day' kind of way. He was cute, with a floppy mop of dark hair and cute thick-framed glasses. "You guys are totally adorable together."

My best friend stared at me, studying me long and hard before she opened her mouth again. "Who is it?" I didn't even bother evading this time; I knew her bullshit radar would go off the minute I opened my mouth to lie, so I didn't, instead turning my head away to look out the window. "Nat, who -" I didn't know why she'd stopped, but the answer soon hovered over me, casting a broad shadow across our table.

"Hey." The now-familiar voice rumbled behind me, and I turned, slowly, looking up and squinting into the sunlight to turn the silhouette into my roommate's gorgeous features.

"Hey, Cade." I gestured across the table at my best friend, without turning to look at her face. I was afraid of what I might find there. "You remember Michaela, right?"

I saw his big arm extend, and it moved up and down, so I figured they were shaking paws. "Yeah, yeah. She's come over before." I followed his arm back to Michaela's face, and found not condemnation, not anger, not disappointment. The only thing I could see on her face was shock. I motioned for him to join us, and he shook his head. "No, no. I can't stay. I just--." He stopped, looking around nervously, first at the surrounding customers, and then at Michaela. His voice dropped to almost a whisper. "You forgot your reader, this morning. I...I didn't want you to forget it." He looked almost sheepish, and I grinned a little bit, nodding my head.

"Thanks, Cade," I said, watching him reach into his backpack and pull out the pink-covered reader, handing it to me. I nodded and took it from him, slipping it into my own bag. "Thanks," I repeated, watching him first, and then Michaela. Both sat in silence, staring awkwardly from each other to me, and then around at the people watching.

Someone pounded on one of the glass windows, and outside, I could see Jeff, Noah, and another wrestler, a lion, waiting outside the café, gesturing impatiently at Cade. I could see the confusion on their faces; why was he giving his faggot roommate the time of day? He smiled, a hangdog expression on his gorgeous features. "I guess I'd better get going." He stood up, forcing the two of us to tilt our heads back to meet his gaze. "It was...nice to see you again, Michaela." He stuck his paw out again, and they shook them.

"Bye, Cade. It was....good to see you, too." She was being perfectly polite, but I could see concern and curiosity brewing behind those big brown eyes. Cade put a big paw on my shoulder, squeezing it a little and bringing my attention back to him.

"See you at home?" he asked, locking eyes with me. I nodded, and opened my mouth to respond. Suddenly, Cade was in my face. It was brief, just the quickest touch of his lips to mine, and then he was out the door, leaving Michaela and me flabbergasted. His friends stared at us as he passed them, and I saw him turn back to call for them. They followed like obedient puppies, the lot of them, though they spared one last entirely bewildered glance at me.

I turned my attention back to Michaela, and found a similar expression on her face. "When?" she asked, her voice even and measured.

"About a month ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Do I really have to answer that?" She was silent for a moment, apparently mulling it over.

"No. So this is good?"

I sighed, quietly, and thought. It had been good. We weren't officially dating, but...this had given me a little bit of hope. "I think so. I can't say for sure that he won't drop me for the next pair of hot boobs that walk by, but...it's good, for now."

She grinned at me, suddenly, and the expression made my heart glad. "The next pair of hot boobs?" she teased, rolling her eyes and taking a sip from her cup. "Who writes your dialogue?"

I grinned right back at her, shrugging my shoulders and getting up, picking my bag up and waiting for her to follow me. "I come up with it all by myself, thank you very much." I said. She wrapped one arm around my waist, and I slid my free one around her shoulders and we headed out together into the cool morning sun.