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Chapter 3: An Assignment

The teacher dismissed the class suddenly leaving the students to mill about nervously. Some already seemed to be sheepishly pairing up. Some, Denn noted, paired up more quickly and with more interest than others did.

The teacher nodded to the two of them. "I hope you two don't mind pairing up, I'd like to keep using you as examples since you were the first to really get what was going on and express yourselves about it.", she smiled with only a slight hint of a wicked grin behind those even and calm emerald eyes.

It caused Denn to gulp slightly but the girl next to him simply nodded. "Of course ma'am.", she replied with a nod taking Denn by his hand and leading him off to the less used side entrance. Once they were in the hallway and away from the swirling mass of other students moving in and out of classrooms she turned to him. Her eyes were different suddenly and she pushed against him gently and then more roughly until he felt his back brush against the wall behind him.

"Don't you think this is anything more than an assignment!" she snapped. "We're keeping this very simple, very controlled, and very very dressed, do you understand?" she growled, fangs showing briefly.

Denn's fantasy had not had fangs or ever been mad at him. There had never been fire behind those eyes before. Yet, if there had, it was quite a different kind of fire. He felt her brush against him, felt the warmth of her chest and glanced down to where she pressed inwards against him briefly. She noticed immediately.

"That includes mentally as well!" she added with a huff. "Dorm room 212 Renwar Hall tomorrow evening at 7:00, don't be late." she added before turning and striding off. He had not even had time to answer before her words had passed his ears, let alone agree. Only the view of her tail swishing back and forth behind her remained as she receded down the hallway. He slumped against the wall for a moment and simply tried to grasp what had happened. He felt a fantasy shattering around him, felt some ideal broken and irreparable begin to wither and die. He walked back to his apartment in silence blushing as he still was thinking about her pressed against him and realizing the scent that had initially gotten him in trouble had been hers.

He went to sleep that night fitfully but eventually exhaustion overtook him and he knew darkness.

She was back, his cream-colored lover, smiling again as if nothing had ever happened. She seemed aware of his troubles and gently ran a paw though his hair. She lightly quieted him with a finger to her lips as he tried to apologize to her for something he could not remember. She sensed his troubles and she was going to take them away.

He was naked once more. She only seemed to be there when he was. He could feel her moving across him slowly somewhere below his range of vision. His head seemingly locked into its stare up into the ceiling. He felt her gently nuzzling against his stomach and down to his thighs. He felt her touch and murred softly as she coaxed against the flesh of his sack and member until he slowly began to respond. She gave him a light tug and soft pet once satisfied that he was full. She reappeared and leaned down to kiss and suckle at his lip. She rose up letting him once again watch her undress. She unbuttoned her denim jeans pushed down on them with glacial slowness. Her painfully slow teasing always perfectly tailored to his desires. Panties next letting him see her below before above. She shifted and slipped the garments off her legs. She laid down spread out against him. She rose again leaving him with another forlorn kiss.

She put her arms about herself now and gripped the sides of her shirt drawing it up. Her breasts coming into view, no bra restraining her tonight, her head hidden behind the shirt as it stretched and she tugged to bring it loose. Finally, the shirt popped free and her head returned to view, fire in her eyes. Her eyes did not hold the fire he knew and yearned for. It was a fire he had seen that afternoon, her fangs shone, and her eyes pierced hard into him. Her voice, a voice she never used, reached out and tore at him.

"We're keeping this very very dressed! Do you understand!" she growled fingers clawing at his chest before she took up her shirt and threw it into his face.

Denn startled and his eyes shot open into darkness, his muzzle accosted with the scent of used clothes. He shook his head and pushed the garment from his eyes. Curious he held it up to the light and gazed at it. A dirty pair of men's boxers came into his view. He blanched before hearing the voice of his roommate "Would you stop jerking off and get up, you're going to be late for class again." the male fox replied standing buck naked as he rummaged for clean clothes through his dirty hamper.

Denn blanched again as he realized just who's dirty undergarment he'd sniffed. He rolled and fell out of bed suddenly completely naked and rock hard. He groaned, he was not used to waking unsatisfied. Vern did not seem to mind. "Nice wood, I didn't know you liked me.", the fox teased waggling his rear at his roommate before pulling on pants. "Now get dressed already."

It was going to be a long day Denn realized.

Chapter 4: Vern

Vern was gay. For such a short statement, he had a difficult time with it. He had been gay likely as long as he could remember. He had never told anyone least of all his family, friends, or most recently his roommate. Those people who should have known were the ones he could not tell. He had learned quite quickly how to keep himself from being aroused in the men's lockers the first year of junior high. The teasing he had received for sporting wood had embarrassed him more than anything he could ever remember. He kept the truth deep down, even in part away from himself. It was defensive and it was difficult but it got him by.

He had tried girlfriends, tried just friends, tried even benefits but it all was tasteless to him. He had even walked out on a girl in her bedroom unable to find arousal in her naked frame. His inability to find satisfaction had not been due to any lack of skill by the girl either. He simply had no taste for something as enigmatic as the opposite sex. Besides men with their muscled bodies, like mindedness, and even a bit of crudeness suited him far more.

He was glad when Denn left, far faster at dressing than he had been. He reminded himself he did not have classes until the afternoon and only woke Denn as a courtesy. He considered his own state of dress shrugged a bit and pulled back off what he had managed to put on. He looked down over himself and slowly let the control go. Denn was sexy, and having seen him masturbate on a few rare occasions and now fully naked and out of bed. It was enticing.

Vern let the heat take over, let the lust bring him to his own fullness. He imagined Denn again for a moment and then moved over to his bed and after a long troubled hesitation inhaled the blankets. He knew it was a stupid thing to do but he did not have many other outlets. He splayed onto Denn's bed and began to stroke himself imagining he was lying just as Denn had been. His balls resting on the same surfaces Denn's had. He murred more and more as he let his pace quicken.

He felt a moment's shame. He had not let himself do this on purpose. He knew the barriers had to stay up or they threatened to come down all together but he could not help himself. He inhaled again and imagined Denn now with him instead. He felt their shafts rub together. Felt the wet kisses and soft murrs. He rocked his head back.

It took only a minute perhaps two but the climax came hard and fast. He felt himself spray his paw jerking in ecstasy and causing his cum to spray not onto himself but across his roommate's bed, pillow, and sheets. He blushed deeply and secretly. He briefly allowed himself to fantasize Denn finding out and liking the accidental soiling. He found himself drawn into a second fantasy and then a third. He had brought himself to climax three times by two o'clock. Each time he splattered himself and bed sheets alike.

Finally, he stood and looked at himself and the bed. What was he going to do with this mess? Worse, he was still hard and needed further release, a paw was simply not a man's best friend.