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James was a good roommate. To be frank, a year ago I would have laughed in your face if you told me we'd be good friends one day. We were similar but different in so many ways, and perhaps that was why we clashed so much sometimes. Two geeky furs whose passionate opinions about their preferred type of geekery was different enough to rub us the wrong way.

Sophomore year sealed the deal. We were both major insomniacs, and when we were the only ones hanging out in the lounge at two in the morning, we had some exchanges that could only be unironically called heart to heart. There's something about what-the-fuck-o'clock in the morning that brings out the real person in you.

Part of it was that we're both major head cases. It's no surprise to anyone that the two of us are on enough medications between the two of us to knock out a bull elephant, and maybe that's why we both knew and understood how to put up with our various quirks.

But somewhere along our journey through our second year of college we became the closest thing to a best friend I had had in a long time. Then when junior year came around we ended up moving in together in the cramped but still comfortable dorms. Neither of us had gotten over our insomnia habits, and we'd end up talking late through the night about games or RPG stories or even religion.

That's another reason I'd never thought we'd be friends. James was catholic to the end, not one of the devout maniacs, but certainly entrenched in his faith. It was a thought process that was surprisingly complex and made me envious in the way. It was refreshing to meet a devout fur who had actually read their holy book and examined what he believed, even if we had to agree to disagree. I wouldn't deny that I'm afraid of dying myself, but it still felt wrong to me to have to cling to a security blanket to make myself feel better.

It didn't help that I was gay. Subscribing to an organization whose biggest leaders were pretty damn outspoken about not digging gay furs would be a pretty big exercise in cognitive dissonance.

That was another thing. I wasn't exactly "out" my sophomore year, but it didn't feel right not to confide in a guy I'd be living with that a good part of me wasn't exactly straight. I didn't think for a moment that he'd not be chill with it, but still, not everyone feels comfortable living with a guy who's not opposed to shoving another fur's cock in his mouth. Maybe that's what gave me the courage to post a facebook status admitting I was gay right before my third Halloween at college. Or maybe it was because I made a booty call to that flaming squirrel for an hour long cocksucking session in September and wanted to go back for more the next day.

I think, all in all, our relationship could have been described as affectionately tolerant. We got along well enough by sharing our interests while he tolerated my untidiness and I tolerated his not infrequent habit of sexiling me for a few hours on the weekends. And we both pretended not to hear each other masturbating when we hadn't gotten lucky in a while.

It was a pretty nice night that day in April. It was the first night in the year it was mild enough for us to sleep with our windows open. Not that we'd actually be asleep until four. But we were lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and talking about subtext in the Persona series. Somewhere around two am there was a pause just long enough to be awkward when James broke the silence.

"Hey, Sam," asked the wolf.

"What?"

"Don't get mad when I ask this."

"Shoot." I had no right to ask him to shut up anyway. I'd certainly asked him some questions that in retrospect would have probably made anyone else in the world tell me to piss off and shut up.

"What's so great about sucking off a guy?"

I laughed, a belly shaking chuckle that ended up sounding more like a growl. I adopted my scientist voice when I talked about anything remotely related to brain functions. "I'd be able to ask the same thing about eating pussy. Part of it is certainly psychological. I mean, the reason we get boners in the first place is because our brain's like 'fuck yeah! I'm gonna fuck. I'm gonna pass on my genes and shit!" My brain's just wired to think that getting fucked in the ass is a valid way to pass on my genes. Also, part of it is that it tastes good. Smells good too."

"What?!"

"Not kidding. Maybe it's cause I got used to it. Cum tastes salty, and a guy smells good down there. Sorta musky." I shrug under my blankets. "Haven't you said eating out a girl tastes kinda good, at least in context? I mean, if we weren't doing it in the context of sex, we'd be totally grossed out. But sex makes us do weird shit."

"Too weird for me," muttered James, fiddling with a tangle in his black fur.

"Don't knock it till you try it." I laugh, turning my head so I can crack my gold lined muzzle into a devilish grin.

James only gave a half-hearted chuckle before falling into a long and now definitely awkward silence. "Sam?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Would you suck me off if I asked?"

My eyebrows shot into my overlong headfur.

"Are you asking?"

"I think I just did."

I scratched my muzzle before shooting across the room. "Hey James? If I sucked your dick, would you suck mine?"

"Maybe," said the wolf. "Doesn't sound fair if I didn't help you out if you helped me."

"Not if you're uncomfortable with it." I said as I sat up. I draped my covers around my shoulders like a cloak. One of the things he tolerated was me sleeping in my drawers. I hate sleeping in shirts. I toss and turn makes them roll up until I'm basically wearing a cloth collar that does nothing to cover my fat ass anyway. "Why don't you wait till I'm done, eh?"

"You okay with this?"

"Take off your clothes mate. Let me take a look at you."

As of an hour ago I'd never have thought he'd actually do that for me. He was certainly an attractive canine. Black fur that was so shiny it was almost blue in the few rays of moonlight that leaked through our blinds.. Skinny guy. Not too muscley. wiry, actually. He did tae-kwon-do, but not regularly. His headfur was long for a dude, perpetually bound in short ponytail. His sheath was larger than I'd thought. Still his balls were almost tiny. But you can't have everything. I would be lying if I hadn't thought he was attractive. He nodded his muzzle towards me, half pointing a finger at my covers. "Can I see you."

God I was glad it was dark. I was probably blushing so hard the color would've bled through my fur. I stood up and shrugged off the blanket. To be honest I'd never felt like more of a fatass that night. My big bear ass jiggled just be standing. At least my black fur hid my rolls that night. My only comfort is that I had accidentally found his folder of BBW porn when I was looking for one of his homebrew rules. "You still okay with this?"

"I think so."

He sure as hell didn't sound it. But I walked up to it anyway. I put a hand on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eyes. God he had gorgeous eyes. Bright blue that glowed in the dark. Better than my mud brown ones any day of the week. "One thing. I can't fuck a guy I can't kiss. Hope that doesn't bug you."

He just shrugged. "What's a kiss when you're about suck my dick? Might as well do the thing properly, eh?"

I chuckled a bit at the last remark before hooking a claw behind one of his ears. It wasn't a deep kiss. We just sort of pressed our lips together. It certainly was one of the clumsiest kisses of my life. Instinctively I ran a hand up to his hips, but one of James' hands flew down to keep it there. "So, uh... was that good?"

"I've had worse," whispered James, whose illusion of vagueness was slightly ruined by a coy smile and squeeze of my ample paunch. Slowly, I placed my other hand on his shoulder and leaned close. James closed the gap, pressing his muzzle into my cheek.

"I think you've earned a muzzle job, if you still want it."

"I think I still want it."

I couldn't suppress a rumbling chuckle from escaping my chest as I pushed James onto his bed. I couldn't keep my hands off his sides as I slid them down to his hips while I got on my knees on the dirty dorm tiles. And I certainly couldn't stop a thick, body aching throb from running through my cock as I got my muzzle level with the wolf's sheath.

I had a thing for sheaths. There was something undeniably sexy about watching a long, throbbing cock slip out as the fur around it swelled open. I never rush a good blowjob. I let my hands do the talking as I ran them up and down his legs. God he had gorgeous legs. Scrawny but soft due to his slightly shaggy fur. My claws caught on the tangles as I combed through his inner thighs, running down to his knees before reaching around to the back of his legs for a journey north. The silence of the early morning was broken only by deep, soft sighs and the soft swish of a wagging tail as my hands ran from his butt to his inner thighs.

I teased him a bit before going for the goods. I placed the indent of my muzzle, the little gap in my lips right under my nose right over the tip and slowly lowered it, letting each inch pass through my lips and into my muzzle. To my slight disappointment, he was kinda short once he was fully out of his sheath. I guess the size of his sheath raised my expectations. I was able to cram the whole thing into my muzzle without straining myself too hard. Some days I just turn into a bitchy size queen, but being able to take the whole thing at once was sexy in its own way. His crotch had a nice musky scent to it, tinted with the bland smell of his generic conditioner that he used every night in his evening showers.

It took only two minutes to make him groan. I'm not one to brag, but I sure as hell know how to use my tongue. It ran across his rod at just the right pace. His dick had contours to it that wasn't like my fat, stubby pole. There was also something unexplainably sexy about having my maw pushed apart as I coaxed his knot to its full size. My hands were still running across his legs and It only took me about a minute more to get a nice salty load in mouth.

I got off the floor with a heave and sat back on my bed. I absently reached for my own crotch, only now realizing just how hard I was. It really wasn't much of a surprise. Sucking a guy off had always been sexy to me. It certainly wasn't a good night to wear briefs, and the strain on the waistband and stain of pre probably didn't look to cool to James. "How's that?"

"Best blowjob I've ever gotten," said James, a little ruefully.

"Guys do it better," I said with a shrug. "When you have a dick attached to your body you naturally know where to find the good spots."

We both laughed awkwardly at this, and I made to pick up my blankets so I could get under the covers and paw off without having to make him watch. something told me he wasn't keen on sucking my dick tonight.

"You don't need to do that," said James, standing up as I began to lie down. "I owe you one."

My witty comments escaped me as he crossed the tiny room with one stride, his paws sweeping away the red comforter I was trying to get to to cover myself. Any more responses I had queued up were wiped away when he reached down and gave me a hard squeeze. All I could manage was to slip further down onto my bed so I was flat on my back. I opened my muzzle a bit, both to exhale and offer him another chance at it.

I was probably too subtle. Dunno if he would've been comfortable sixty-nining anyway. To be honest it wasn't a stellar blowjob. There wasn't much foreplay. He just dug it out of my breifs and stuffed it into his muzzle. He certainly didn't know how to watch his teeth, and I was certain there'd be a scratch mark or two on closer inspection tomorrow morning. Still, it felt better than the ol' five knuckle shuffle. It helped that his hands eventually drifted up to play with my belly. I still wonder how he guessed that drove me nuts. Maybe it was habit picked up from bedding the "curvy" chicks on campus.

I was certainly surprised when he swallowed. Even when I had my dick in his muzzle I was wondering if we had any paper towels left to clean up the mess that'd be on our floor in a few. The things that run through people's mind when they're getting fucked, eh? I was never much of a groaner, even when the sex was out-of-this world good. Not that James was bad. I'd say a six outta ten. "I'm surprised you swallowed," I mumble.

"Didn't want to clean it up," said James. "The idea feels kind of weird, having one of us mop up our cum."

"Is that any different from throwing a spunky sock into the wash machines downstairs?" I laugh.

"It is."

Again, I reach for my covers, feeling kind of tired now. I always get a little sleepy after I get off. Well, almost every guy does, I think. James was sitting on the edge of my bed now. His tail was absently swishing across my knees.

Again, James reached down to stop me as I brought the red blanket up to my body. "Uh, Sam?"

"What's up?"

"Does this make me gay?"

"I fucked two girls in high school. Does that make me straight?"

There was a long silence where neither of us moved. Eventually James got up and walked over to his bed. He threw only the sheet over him, wrapping it around his waist to hide his tail and junk but leave his chest exposed. With a small huff he turned onto his side so I could only see his back. I watched him for a bit feeling a little guilty. The moonlight hit his fur in a way that I could see the subtle angle to his hips and the lines of his back muscles.

Wordlessly, I turned over onto my stomach and laid my head on top of my stack of pillows. I stared at the clock for a few minutes before realizing I forgot my nighttime meds, and I got up to take them dry. I smacked my tongue a bit to disperse the bitter taste of taking five different pills without any water and put the bottles back next to my glasses. When I turned around, there was a rustle of fabric across the room. Maybe it was a trick of the dark, but I thought I saw a flash of glow-in-the-dark blue eyes turn away at the last second. I didn't have much time to think about it. 400 milligrams of Seroquil could knock out a blue whale in minutes, let alone a tubby, lazy bear like me. I shouldn't have taken the full dose when it was almost three in the morning. When I finally woke up I had missed morning class by an hour. I shrugged and rolled over. I never liked bio anyway. That was James' specialization anyway.