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Today was a friendly match with a rival university. It was the late afternoon, and the soccer match was nearing its end in one minute. The home team, the West Coasters, were hanging by a thread against their rival, the Roaring Rexes, by 2 - 2. Despite being a friendly match, they did not show any mercy toward each other.

The West Coasters were looking forward to showing off their new team members, and so far, it had shown promising progress.

Lance Sanders, a white cat with a yellow and green uniform, was running away with a ball between his feet from a leopard in a red and blue uniform. The leopard was not going to give up until the very end.

Lance and his team wanted to give their all, and this was their time. The cat passed halfway through the field and saw a potential clearing to pass the ball to his teammates.

The menacing leopard was getting nearer behind him and dashed faster on his feet, faster than he could ever muster with his adrenalized pumping body.

He thought for a microsecond that all chances were gone, and it was all over, but then saw the opportunity ahead. There he was, the newest member, a puma-man, Stephan Smith, shouting to pass him the damned ball.

Lance's vision slowed, counting every running step of his feet, finding the right kick to pass the ball to his teammate. He could hear his beating heart pumping close to his ears. The tension was high as everyone was watching him as he was making for the kick before the leopard got hold of the ball at the last second.

With no hesitation, he powerfully launched the ball, and it flew in the air. The audience watched. The players watched. Lance gulped.

It headed toward Stephan, where an opposing reindeer was marching near him to stop the ball, but the puma jumped first before he did and hit it with his head towards the goal.

The goalkeeper, a green parrot, jumped airborne with his arms stretched out to stop it, but the ball hit his left side rib and flew inside the goal.

Fourteen seconds to spare, and the West Coasters won by 3 - 2.

The West Coasters’ members ran to both Lance and Stephan for their epic teamwork, celebrating and cheering them on with joy and victory.

For the team, it was a moment to shine and show they could compete against their rival university. Even if this was a friendly match, they gave them a warning to the Roaring Rexes of Rexville University.

Lance sat on a bench as he took a cool drink of water after the tough match. His slimmed athletic body was exhausted. The Roaring Rexes left on their coach buses back to their home university. The rest of his team were slowly going their separate ways to their respective dorms or going somewhere, but later they were all spending a nice after-party this weekend. It was Friday, so it was going to be a long, good night to celebrate.

The young white cat took a refreshing sigh from the bottle of water. He looked aimlessly around with his brown eyes at the field, contemplating the proud moment of his soccer career today.

He spotted someone across the field near the bus stop. He was still wearing the team uniform; the yellow uniform was too visible to the naked eye from afar. Focusing on who he was, it clicked him to be the new teammate, Stephan. He was the only puma in the team, so of course he was.

He performed fantastically during the match, and thanks to him, they showed they could be at the same level as the Rexes. If only he could show his appreciation...

Lance smiled. It was stupid, but he had to admit that Stephan was a real eye candy when he joined the team. He had everything: a handsome face and a powerful athletic body to show. He had talked with him a few times during their practice sessions before their friendly match, like complimenting him here and there, and he reciprocated with some positive reactions from the puma.

He would be lying if he said he didn't have the hots for Stephan. Everything about him hits every one of Lance's weak spots that appealed to him very deeply and erotically.

Maybe having some small talk wouldn't hurt. He stood up from the bench and made for the bus stop where Stephan was standing with his arms crossed.

As he approached, Lance wondered what to say to the hunky athlete. Hey, nice bod, wanna fuck? He chuckled and came up with another joke. I had sex with someone last night. Was that you? Yeah... too bold and stupid, he thought.

When he met up with him, he said, "Hi, Stephan, why are you still here?"

The puma with white hair curiously looked at him. He wasn't expecting company but mentally shrugged. He replied to him with a small smile, "I'm just waiting for my girlfriend... uh, sorry, what's your name again?"

The puma looked imposing and hot. His voice was calm and manly. The way he stood there with his arms crossed and that small stern look on his face. His yellow eyes looked bright in spirit, but the tired eyelids told the opposite. He was a bit bored waiting for his significant other.

Lance stared for a short moment to reply to his question. My name is Milk. I'll do your body good. He mentally laughed. He almost wasn't being himself. It was all thanks to his sexually aroused hormones.

Lance said, "I'm Lance, we talked a few times before. Remember?"

"Oh yeah! I'm not good with names." He laughed a little awkwardly.

Somewhere along those lines, he wanted to joke and say, Are you free tonight, or do I have to pay? But he had to refrain from ruining this opportunity to get close to the new athlete. Specially asking him to go to Lance's dorm room and watch porn together was out of the question.

"Hey, not sure if you know, but we're having a victory party this Saturday evening. Wanna come?"

Stephan was surprised. "What? Nobody told me about this..."

Life is a dick. When it gets hard, "fuck it"... Lance refrained from saying that. It was tempting, but no.

Lance said, "I'm certain they did; it should be in the group chat. But everyone wants you there, though. I hope you can make it."

"I have plans with my girlfriend this Saturday evening, though."

So, what time do you "get off?" Can I watch?... Shut up, horny brain! He shouted mentally.

"Aw, come on, Stephan, don't disappoint the team!"

"Uhh... fine. I gotta tell my girlfriend that I changed plans. I hope she understands." He muttered the last sentence.

Lance beamed brightly with a thumbs-up. "Awesome! I'll see you tomorrow evening."

Lance waved his hand to Stephan as he walked away to his dorm for some rest. The handsome puma waved back casually.

The next day. Saturday.

The after-party in the common room in one of the dormitory buildings was in full swing that evening. The young athletes brought cans of very cold beer to light up the already wild mood tonight. Most of them were at the age of 21, but some had dared to make an exception. Lance was 21, but he had a taste of liquor before turning into the legal age of drinking.

The white cat wore his casual brown shorts and a pink T-shirt as he entered the partying common room. His friends greeted him and promptly handed him a can of beer. This evening was going to be different, and he mentally noted to himself not to drink too much at this party; he had plans tonight. Every time he took a beer, he would have some water to keep him sober enough to survive the party. He had an objective.

He walked around with beer in hand, meeting up with his fellow teammates, classmates, and his roommate. He expected Stephan to be at the party after changing plans with his girlfriend this Saturday evening, so he could spend it here. It must have meant a lot to him for some reason, after he said that no one told him about it. Must be his first, or he loved going to after-parties or something. Then again, Lance was told about the after-party at noon before the friendly match began, and a few of his teammates had missed the announcement via group chat.

Lance decided to ask around if they had seen Stephan. There was only one puma in the team, so it was not easy to miss... and there he was, drinking with some fellow members and classmates near the ping-pong table.

"Stephan, you made it!" Lance greeted him with a smile. "I've been wondering if you bailed your girlfriend at the last minute to party with us."

The puma smiled after a sip of his beer. "Heh, funny, but no, she was fine with it. It means a lot to me, you know? First game win since I moved here."

Lance admired his teammate visually. He wore a tight-fitting black T-shirt that accentuated his muscular build. His arms and chest strained the material, but not enough to tear it apart, and he wore gray shorts that neatly snugged his upper legs and butt cheeks. He was indeed a beef cake.

"Cool. So, you're from Portland, right?"

"Yeah, I used to study there, but my family moved and transferred here to finish my final year here." He was about to take a drink of his beer but paused and said, "It's a little complicated, but it's worth it."

"I see. Cool." Lance finished his can of beer and wiped his lips. "Hey, uh, wait, you moved here last month... so how did you meet your girlfriend?"

"Ah, well, I met Janice when we moved. We're next-door neighbors." He chuckled fondly as he drank. "We chatted and... exchanged numbers, and now we're a thing."

"That fast? Don't tell me you're already in third base."

"Nah, not yet. We're getting along well."

Lance could not help but notice how dry it sounded despite his fond smile as he spoke about his significant other. Starting a relationship so soon after meeting someone was a bit questionable. Especially the time between last month and today, but then again, he wasn't there when those two first met. He went with the flow. His gaydar was picking up something.

Stephan continued, "Wanna play beer-pong?"

Lance smiled. "Yeah, sure."

The evening party went on without a hitch, except those partygoers who were, one by one, getting drunk and drunker until they called it a night, and those who didn't continue drinking, dancing, and shouting boisterously throughout the whole night. Lance and Stephan had remained standing so far.

Lance did his usual strategy of drinking beer and water to avoid a hangover and stay sober and hydrated long enough to keep up socializing and playing with the others until he would call it a night. His objective was Stephan, as he watched him drinking without a care in the world, as he had the time of his life.

Lance kept his distance close to Stephan as they played beer-pong. They were getting along well, Lance keeping a good vibe that gave a good welcoming comfort for Stephan as a newbie in the university.

After playing beer-pong and Lance beat him twice, he was surprised that the puma was still standing. He had a strong alcohol tolerance. His face was a bit red, and he let out a loud hiccup.

Stephan wiped his lips. "Hey, where's the food table?"

"Aah, over there..." Lance pointed through the crowd.

The food table was emptying pretty quickly, and all that was left was a half-empty bowl of pretzels and a keg of beer... and more cans of cool beer in the coolers.

Stephan walked there, and Lance followed behind. The puma wasn't impressed.

"That's it?"

"Yeah... there were sandwiches before... but they're gone..." Lance said, rubbing his neck.

"Yeah... but there's more beer, though." Stephan grabbed a handful of pretzels and munched them, grabbed a new empty cup, and filled it from the keg's hose.

Meanwhile, Lance instead made for the water fountain basin in the lonely corner of the common room and filled his cup with water to wash off the liquor. He was probably the only one doing this strategy as he saw one of his teammates sleeping on the couch and one drawing penises on his face with a black marker.

Lance grabbed a handful of pretzels and watched almost across where Stephan stood, drinking his beer like a pro. This was going to be a long night. This wasn't the first time he had done this. It was sort of by chance, and he kind of wanted to do it again. He met this baseball player, a cute-looking lion with a rocking hot body named Jake, who came to him with a bleeping gaydar over his head that detected him and drunkenly took him to bed. Lance went on with the flow and pursued the opportunity in his dorm. Lance would never forget the wild night with the lion. He was still friends with him today.

Back then, he was the prey, and now, he wanted to be the predator targeting a challenging objective. He wanted to be like Jake, but of his own accord.

After one bathroom break, Lance came back into the partying common room, and Stephan was still standing and chatting with his teammates merrily with a cup in hand. The young cat needed all the patience he could get. He resumed and joined up with the remaining group.

Lance started. "So, who has passed out so far?" He grabbed another beer from the keg as he asked his fellow teammates.

The zebra-man named Justin said, "Erick is on the couch now, he couldn't handle it as usual. I counted just five beers. Just five." He showed five fingers to the group.

They laughed as they drank calmly.

Justin continued, "And Holden drew his face with penises!" He laughed. "I took some pics for tomorrow."

Stephan said, "He won't be mad?"

"Nah, he'll laugh about it. That's nothing."

Lance filled in. "It would take a lot of effort to piss him off. So far, I have never seen him angry, so Holden is safe from his unseen wrath."

They laughed as the night went on. They moved to sit on the couches or chairs available as the crowd dispersed slowly. The company was nice as they chatted and mingled freely.

When it finally came, Lance's few teammates left for their dorms but without leaving a drunken wave and walk to their beds. They comically slouched left and right upstairs with funny hiccups on the go.

Lance watched them go and realized that Stephan was still sitting on the couch with elbows resting on his knees, staring at nowhere, contemplating whether to go upstairs to his dorm or sleep on this comfy couch. He burped loudly.

The party is over, and Stephan hasn't passed out. He looks drunk as fuck! Now is my chance..., he thought.

Lance walked to the puma, thinking of what to say to him. He looked cute sitting there after drinking lots of beers. Stephan seemed to be almost smiling at no one, as said above. The party made his night. Man, you're wasted. Your smile is almost as big, warm, and lovely as your penis. Again!? Quiet, intrusive thoughts! I know what I'm gonna do!

"Hey, Stephan, need a little help to your dorm?"

"Yeah, thanks, man. Uh... gimme a sec... my legs are still kinda sore after the game, though... Ah, I don't think I can make it to the stairs."

"It's okay, I got you, get one arm around my shoulders."

Stephan cooperated, one arm around Lance's shoulders and one arm from Lance around Stephan's waist, helping him to stand up from the couch with one manly grunt from the puma. They slowly walked to the stairs while Lance enjoyed the physical contact and his warmth; his heart was pounding steadily stronger.

When they made it to the first stairs, Lance asked, "Where's your dorm again?"

Stephan hiccupped. "Ugh, second... second floor to the far left..."

Lance was guessing but proceeded to the first door as instructed. Stephan probably gave him the wrong directions at this point, drunkenly mistaking and forgetting his dorm room location.

They walked to the very end of the corridor and picked the last door on the left. Stephan automatically picked up the keys to his dorm, and Lance prayed that this was Stephan's room.

When he heard the satisfying click, the door opened. Score! Lance thought. But then...

"Hey, do you have a roommate?"

"A roomy?" He slurred. "No, no roomy here, it's... sad... I has wish a roomy."

Lance tried not to laugh as he continued to carry the drunken puma to the bed.

He picked the nearest bed and carefully helped Stephan to sit on the mattress.

Lance slightly stood back and sighted at the newbie. He had that quiet and awkward look on his face, stoic-looking and somewhat funny, sitting there a bit confused and disoriented after drinking one too many.

Lance tried to think of something now that he got him where he wanted. He wanted to give him something nice as a welcome to the team, but knew of the risks in committing to it.

He had to start with little steps.

Stephan was staring at him almost drunkenly and awkwardly for a short moment. Tell your eyes to stop staring at my dick! Shut up, horny thoughts! I got this!

"So, are you still sore from yesterday?" Lance said with a smile and his tail swinging left and right gently. "I can give you a massage if you want."

Stephan looked puzzled and hiccupped. "Huh? You give massages?"

"I always help out my team when their legs act up. I'm not an expert, but it's enough to relieve some pain."

It was the truth; Lance had helped his fellow teammates after working their legs hard during their practices in the field.

The puma looked at him and didn't think much of it, and thought that a nice massage would help him ease the sore legs.

He shrugged. "Yeah. Sure. Thank..."

Lance smiled a little more in his effort, trying not to say, I bet your nipples are pink. Mind if I take a look? Oh, man. I’m almost there! Patience, brain!

"Alright, take off your shirt so I can use the lotion."

"Huh? Is it really necessary?"

"Uh, duh, I don't want to ruin your clothes with lotion..." He paused when it hit him that he didn't bring any lotion and that was just a muscle memory. "...w-wait, I don't have lotion."

Stephan hiccupped and said, "I... have one in the drawer, erm, nightstand." He pointed at the nightstand with a lamp.

Lance went for it and pulled out from the drawer a... a bottle of lube?

That's not lotion! Lance mentally screamed. Oh well, we're gonna have fun anyway.

He turned back to Stephan a little awkwardly with the lube in hand and took a moment to think.

Throughout the small stupor, Stephan noticed that small pause. "Are you gonna massage me, bro?"

Lance snapped out of the weird encounter with the lube. Stephan was just too drunk to tell the difference. "Yeah, sure. Take off your clothes, Stephan."

And with a little help from Lance, Stephan took off his black T-shirt. It was a marvel to behold as Lance admired the puma's physique. He was bigger than him, compared to his slim build, and Stephan was a true muscular athlete. Lance licked his lips as he scanned every bit of his body as it flexed from shaking off the shirt. His chest bounced or jiggled a bit as the arms lazily slumped side by side on the bed, wondering what to do next carelessly.

"Uh, the pants, too..."

"Oh... right." Stephan proceeded to undo the belt, button, and zipper to reveal the color of his underwear and crotch. He pulled the gray shorts all by himself, and so were the tennis shoes from getting in the way to free them. Lance chuckled as he saw Stephan's underwear; it was the silly plaid white boxers with red hearts everywhere. Now fully exposed in his socks and underwear. Lance could admire Stephan more. He was a keeper! Those muscular legs were truly made for soccer sprinting.

A rich, manly smell caught Lance's nostrils after Stephan undressed in his underwear. It was a nice smell of cologne, very subtle and woody... sandalwood?

Lance moved on from the smell. He picked up a chair near the desk and sat on it to get himself comfortable as he would massage his legs. He patted the middle opening between his legs on the edge of the chair to rest Stephan's first foot.

"Consider this as a gratitude for joining us on our team and winning the last match," Lance said soothingly with a hint of sensuality.

The white cat-man gently grabbed Stephan's left foot, placing it between his legs on the chair. Almost close to his groin, but he had to hold back and focus on serving the big cat. Thus, this was the first and only opportunity to touch the hunky puma tonight.

With both hands, applying some lube, he gently kneaded the warmed calf. That muscle was tensed and needed a bit of pressure to relax. Lance was impressed as he held the strong mound of muscle. He stroked up and down slowly from the upper thicker part of the calf to the slimmer bottom of the ankle and slowly back up. The short fur was soft, and more softer as Lance spread the slippery lube on his skin and fur.

Stephen let out a soft sigh. He was relaxing in the feeling of Lance's hands. His left leg was relaxing. "Hmm, nice..."

"Yeah. I get that a lot." Lance smiled as he kneaded the leg.

Satisfied, he put down the left leg and put the other one on the chair and gave the same treatment, kneading the calf with both hands as he enjoyed feeling those tensed muscles gently.

He heard Stephan lightly moaning. He really had a tough match yesterday. Those legs did a good job running in the field, and they deserved a great rest.

"Hah, that feels... good..." sighed Stephan as his chest heaved intensely.

Finishing his legs, Lance gently put the right leg down and dragged the chair a little closer to the puma. Lance extended his lube-covered hands and rested them on his shoulders. Stephan quietly stared and didn't do much, but knew where this was going and let out a drunken sigh. Lance rubbed the shoulders with care, feeling those strong muscles he hid under the shirt. He couldn't help but purr.

Stephan closed his eyes and let out a hiccup as he enjoyed the therapeutic feeling of Lance's hands. He was really good.

"Mmm... don't stop..." He mumbled a little loudly.

Chuckling, Lance said, "Trust me, I won't."

He slid his hands down, slightly apart, rubbing in circles on the defined deltoids with his palms. Lance was enjoying every moment of it, and so far, Stephan had not questioned a thing about it. In his drunk state, all he had in mind was receiving a massage.

And had not questioned why he was being covered in lube.

Lance continued and focused now on one arm, picking the left by the wrist with one hand. He rubbed and subtly groped the arm from fore to upper. Even if arms were not generally involved in soccer, Stephan really kept his arms equal to his legs. The forearm was very toned, and so were the bicep and triceps without flexing. It naturally rippled and flexed with each stroke when Lance's hand passed by. He couldn't tell if the upper arm was flexing or not, but nonetheless, it felt amazing. With both hands gently holding the bicep and triceps, there was a subtle reaction as he massaged them.

"Ah... that's the stuff..." Stephan's voice got intense and huskier.

He moved to the other arm with the same treatment, but noticed how slightly stronger this arm was. He was right-handed, apparently from the touch of it alone. When he placed both hands on the bicep and triceps again for some kneading groping, he noticed the vein that crossed the whole mound of the muscle and playfully traced an index finger lightly downward.

Lance chuckled and heard Stephan lightly chuckling. Did that tickle him?

He continued with the massaging of the right arm and then eyed the bared pectorals that were in front of him.

Stephan let out a drunken hiccup; his thick chest jiggled and jerked. Lance made a quick lick on his lips before preparing to massage those pecs. He applied more lube to his hands and rubbed them together for the next session.

Lance calmly placed both hands on his chest. Stephan shivered slightly at the cold lube but warmed up quickly from Lance's hands. At full palm, he rubbed them around in circles. They were hard, yet supple, and warm.

"Ah... fuck, feels good..." Stephan groaned.

Lance was proud of the unfolding results as he gave tender loving care to his pectorals. He noticed how the nipples reacted and perked when he began to rub them. The erected nubs tickled the pads of his palms. As much as Lance wanted to play them, he had to refrain and save it for last, and enjoy this physical contact. The pecs were the best body part to worship... er... massage.

This continued for a bit longer. Stephan didn't comment on anything questionable but kept on enjoying the treatment. Lance gave his all with his tender hands and enjoyed feeling the warm chest muscles relaxing and the gentle breathing as he felt the chest heaving back and forth. A hiccup erupted, and Stephan's pecs subconsciously flexed under Lance's hands.

He slid his hands down further away from the pair and started to pay attention to the abs. The abs looked as if they were made to fit six cans of beer on each bump and to crush them with his own stomach. Lance, in all honesty, never massaged there, so he was going to guess.

"If you're ticklish, I'll keep it nice and slow," said Lance.

"M'kay..." mumbled Stephan as he shrugged.

Lance proceeded with both lube-covered hands and worked on the sides of his semi-narrowed waist. Ignoring the hiccupping, but enjoyed the flexing stomach jerking along how the abs reacted. It briefly hardened into stones and relaxed. With one hand, he rubbed the stomach vertically, the abs –on instinct— flexed, and he could feel those rounded packs bumping through his hands and feeling the sharp crevasses between them. He avoided getting too close to the edge of Stephan's underwear and focused on those rocking abs.

"Mmm... yeah... that's nice..." Stephan huffed in pleasure.

Lance was nearly done, but there was more to be done. He eyed those nipples. They looked sensitive just by looking at them.

"Hey, Stephan. Are you sensitive here?" He pointed with one index finger and poked gently at the right nipple.

Stephan flinched and laughed. "He-heh, y-yeah. Careful with ‘em..."

Lance gave a naughty smile with his tongue out and started to tease one nipple with his index and thumb fingers. Stephan, in his drunk state, made some growling, lewd sounds.

"Oh... fuck yeah..."

Lance continued and brought his other hand to play the left nipple. Thumbs and index fingers, covered in lube, rubbed and teased the nubs and the sensitive areola surface.

"Urgh... I thinks... making me... horny..." Stephan huffed. He closed his eyes and half-resisted and half-enjoyed the sensible sensation from Lance.

Lance laughed as he stopped playing with his nipples. He felt satisfied with his handiwork. During the whole session, he was packing an erection at full mast and leaking pre in his underwear. But that didn't matter; the main course was coming up.

He stared at the heaving Stephan. The once rough-looking fur on the puma was now covered in shiny lube, and the dimmed light of the lamp made it look shiny to accentuate his well-toned body.

Lance finally looked down and noticed a growing lump in Stephan's underwear. He smiled successfully.

"Hey, need help down there?" Lance said with confidence.

"Huh?" Stephan looked down, confused. He numbly looked at his crotch. His penis was erected, and he didn't think much about it, or he did, but... then, a white-furred hand reached down calmly and fondled his package.

He's too drunk to think straight, huh? Lance thought. "Do you want to, Stephan?"

Stephan looked up at Lance, eye-to-eye. He felt a gentle squeeze and sent him some sparking pleasures deep in his core that Lance's massages couldn't match.

After a pause, Stephan hiccupped and said, "Yeah... help me..."

Lance mentally screamed, Scored! And brought both hands together to open the boxers' fly to pull out Stephan's growing penis. Stephan stood there neutrally drunk at the unfolding scenario. The tickly feeling of someone else's hands and fingers touching his private area gave him some shivers and pleasure in his body.

Lance pulled it out and held himself for a moment to admire his accomplishment. He gulped and licked his lips at the delicious penis. It was throbbing as it grew out of the open fly. He caught a manly smell coming from it, a bit of sweat, but mostly the smell of Scottish Spring body soap.

His hands were already covered in lube, so this would very much please Stephan. Lance rested one hand on the right upper leg and caressed it as he used his right hand to grab Stephan's penis. He gently stroked the whole length with no rush, sliding it up to the glands and sliding it down to the base. The penis throbbed from the rubbing, especially by the glands. Stephan was groaning softly at the sensible feeling of gentle stimulation. He was out of words and could only moan. The pre was already coming out from the tip and assisted with the lubrication for further sexual stimulation.

Lance kept stroking and switched hands to rest his right hand. He was told that doing it with the non-dominant hand felt even better, but he couldn't tell much of a difference to himself and doing it to another person. It was all just stroking to him.

He stopped jerking his penis and glanced at the panting Stephan with a flushed look on his face. The white cat was in deep heat. "Do you want a blowjob?"

Stephan’s drunken state made it too much and impossible to make opposing decisions in his mind. He huffed and said, "Erm... oh, suck me off."

Lance's head bent over and opened his short muzzle. He didn't care if it didn't fit. He was taking it all in. His tongue was the first to meet the leaking tip of the glands and roamed his tongue around it lecherously.

Stephan moaned louder this time. His hips shook upwards and held Lance's head almost roughly. Lance didn't mind and bobbed his head up and down the whole length. He garbled and coughed but managed to keep himself from gagging. He proudly reached the base for a brief moment, smelling the strong smell of his sweat and soap behind the underwear, and pulled back to lick every corner of the meaty rod.

Stephan was in bliss, looking up at nowhere at the ceiling. If he were no longer drunk, he didn't care anymore. A head was a head, according to his drunken mind.

Lance pulled the cock out, pulling aside the hand over his head, and pushed Stephan on the bed. Stephan got a little taken aback and disoriented and saw Lance undressing himself naked in less than a minute. His shirt, shoes, shorts, socks, and underwear were off his all-white-furred body. Lance stepped forward and pulled off Stephan's underwear, leaving only the socks on, and heard the penis making a loud, erotic, meaty, splat on his lower stomach. It was so hot to hear that.

Lance was prepared; he held a condom, hopefully it would fit his size, but then it hit him to check the nightstand where he found the lube. He picked it up and noticed it was the same size. Huh, good. He decided to use the condom he brought and assisted in helping Stephan.

"I don't want to end it with just a blowjob, Stephan. I wanna ride you so bad."

Stephan did not make any comment about it. Lance stepped closer to Stephan's penis and rolled the condom through the entire length, and added some lubrication.

That accomplished, Lance stepped onto the bed over Stephan. He hoped he would not fall asleep at this moment. He wanted him to enjoy it before he got sober. He grabbed the penis and kept jerking it to erect it, and relaxed his rectum muscles to receive the penis inside him. Stephan watched passively in astoundment, feeling the warming sensation of entering someone inside them.

"Oh, shit... oh, shit..." Stephan heaved and moaned as he felt his penis entering Lance’s anus. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"

Lance skillfully received his penis inside. He sighed and moaned as his insides stretched wide open. He supported himself holding Stephan's pecs and slowly moved his whole body up and down. He didn't want to wait anymore and started fucking. Stephan responded by holding his thighs or butt. They initiated their riding session.

The infamous claps filled the room. Lance and Stephan moaned out loud. Their stimulated organs screamed in pleasure. Lance's prostate squirmed and throbbed inside him by Stephan's pounding penis. The numbed puma heavily groaned, heaved, and moaned at every thrust he received from the cat's anus.

Stephan stared at the jumping Lance in a drunken astoundment, overwhelmed, with potential confusion, but, overall, enjoying the pure euphoria of this newfound experience. He could not think straight, nothing made sense anymore, and about himself anymore. The word "sex" was chanting in his drunken mind.

Lance gave him a few glances and a lusty smile as he rode the puma beneath him. He held Stephan’s bunching pecs almost tightly without extracting his nail claws from digging into his skin. He teasingly squeezed and groped those muscles more sensually than massaging them. Stephan moaned and growled huskily and then let out a guttural moan when Lance squeezed both nipples' nubs tightly and swiftly.

Lance slowed down for a short break to recover and leaned forward, his head to meet the pecs, burying his snout between them, licking with his tongue in slow, teasing strokes through the cleavage while his hands were groping and kneading hungrily. He picked a random nipple to his lips and sucked it hard. Stephan let out a sharp moan in the air at the sudden stimulation.

Lance then sped back up again, riding. The puma's moans followed the rhythm oddly, but Lance enjoyed it and played with him almost experimentally. It was quite amusing.

The felines rocked the bed wildly that night. One of them had to reach the finish line. Lance had to give his all. He wanted to please Stephan before he fell asleep. He saw his yellow eyes slowly narrowing to a close, but the erotic voice of the big cat said the opposite. The penis was still hard and throbbing inside him, sliding smoothly inside his anus. Lance kept his pace and rode faster, pleasing him and Stephan.

Stephan's wild voice rose higher, the pleasure intensified, and too much to bear to fall asleep drunkenly. Lance kept it up, even if he was getting tired, and about to cum, he would make Stephan cum inside him.

Their heavy breathing was growing more labored, especially Stephan’s. Lance saw the puma's reaction. His eyes closed shut, jaw clenched tight with barring teeth, and his grip on Lance tightened, claws pricking his butt cheeks. He carelessly roared loudly and thrust his hips deeper into Lance multiple times to release his load of cum inside the condom. Lance felt the throbbing penis ejaculating and the extra warmth of his semen spreading inside him. He kept riding on him until he jerked himself off for his climax.

The cat moaned and shot his load at Stephan. His body shook in ecstasy and ejaculated in long ropes of cum from his twitching penis, reaching and splattering on his six-packs, chest, and snout. It smeared everywhere like melting butter thanks to the lube on his spasming body.

Stephan was still in his orgasmic state as he roared. His body jerked and flexed along with his muscles, his pecs rippled and jiggled, and his stomach clenched on each release of his erupting load. He then slowly moaned down as his body relaxed from the afterglow.

"Oh... fuck..." Stephan said as his whole body eased onto the bed, hands releasing Lance’s buttchecks and spreading them apart on the sides.

Lance breathed to recover and disconnected from Stephan, but his body begged him to plop down, and he slumped on top of Stephan.

"Oh, fuck indeed..." Dude! Get the fuck out, or he'll wake up finding out you seduced him with lots of beer! His brain told him.

His body was too weak and exhausted. He tried to take off and grabbed his clothes and went to his dorm room, but an arm wrapped around his body comfortingly. Huh? What's going on?

Lance heard Stephan murmuring, "Thanks..."

What? Thanks to what?

They blacked out and fell into a deep slumber.

...

Good thing today was Sunday morning. A day where students had one more day to not worry about anything until Monday. Lance woke up to the morning light from the window with a sore anus but satisfied from last night's achievement. Seducing a straight guy was a rare thing to commit, but what he said before falling asleep was carved deeply in his mind.

What did he mean by "thanks"? Lance thought. He moved a little and freed himself from Stephan's arm gently. He stealthily walked to the bathroom to freshen up. He looked at the mirror and looked very dirty from last night; white fur matted and disheveled everywhere, dried up cum and lube stains around near his nether regions and hands. He and Stephan did a lot last night.

After flushing the toilet, he heard Stephan mumbling and moving on the creaking bed. He had no choice but to present himself and embrace the outcome. Lance stood by the threshold and saw the puma sitting on the bed as he settled in his thoughts. Stephan noticed the mess in his private area and picked up the box of tissues to wipe himself off, and pulled off the used condom from his penis. Lance prepared himself for the worst, but somehow, he wasn't afraid of what was about to come.

Once Stephan cleaned himself up, he spotted him by the bathroom door, and he didn't make any reaction as if he had been expecting him casually. He did widen his eyes slightly once he put two-and-two together to confirm what happened last night, but the presence of Lance was strangely comforting. He remembered what he said to Lance last night.

Lance awkwardly said with a sheepish smile, "M-morning, Stephan."

"Morning, Lance..." Stephan rubbed one temple of his head. A mild headache.

"Listen, I know you're gonna be mad about this, but..."

"We slept together." Stephan gave a cold, stoic look at the cat. "I'm not stupid. I might have been drunk last night, but I knew what was happening. You seduced me."

Lance gulped. Stephan was going to hate him forever, especially since Stephan unintentionally cheated on his girlfriend.

Lance could not lie at this tight spot. "Yeah... I did. Couldn't help it. I sincerely wanted to give you this treatment for joining us on the team." At this point, it no longer felt scot-free like he had it in mind. He was all too flawed to pull this kind of stunt. Especially from a supposedly stealthy cat. It was a plan that was too flawed and rough on the edges, but in the end, Lance succeeded.

Even if it succeeded, there were consequences. And Lance was okay with that.

Stephan snorted and looked away at the window, subconsciously covering his privates.

Lance had a lingering question since the whole night. "Hey, you 'thanked' me last night, what do you mean by that?"

Stephan turned back to look at him. His eyes were calm, giving him some assurance that he really meant it. But what did it mean?

"Thanks to you, I wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to have sex with a guy. There was something about you that felt like I should step in and join with you."

Lance was speechless about what he now meant by that. "Huh? So... you mean… you're closeted?"

"Yep, but thanks to you, I'm officially bi. You were eager to get in my pants from the very beginning at the party... or the day we met. I guess my gaydar was working well after all."

"Heh, I guess my gaydar was working well, too." Lance laughed. "But... what about your girlfriend?"

Stephan shrugged. "She doesn't need to know, but... I'll eventually break up with her in the future. Don't get me wrong, Janice is a nice girl, but sometimes I cannot keep up pretending I'm all the time straight."

"Jeez, that hard in your life?"

"Yup," He stood up as he found his plaid boxers with hearts on them and put them on. "But I'm gonna like it here." He smiled and winked at Lance. "I'm happy that I finally broke in and hopped on the gay train."

Lance smiled, happy to hear a rare, good result for someone in need without knowing. The world was a weird place full of odd people with odd motives. They didn't know what they hid under that facade.

...

It was a Friday afternoon at the soccer field. The players were exhausted after their practice. Lance's legs were burning and tense, but pleased with the results of keeping up energetically for the whole practice session.

He saw Stephan still playing with the soccer ball with his feet and knees like a juggler.

During the week, they were on good terms, nothing very mutual after their encounter, but became genuine good friends.

Stephan stopped the juggling, grabbed the ball with his hands, and walked up to Lance.

He looked a bit awkward as he looked away and tried to start a conversation with the white cat.

"Hey, uh... Do you wanna come to my place next weekend?"

Lance smiled and teased. "What's up, Stephan? You wanna go wild with me again?"

Stephan snorted annoyingly and rolled his eyes. "Shut up! Do you want to go or not?"

"Heh-eh, yeah. I'll go with you. I know you liked it~."

Stephan was silent, but this was his effort in asking a guy out while still dating someone else. How scandalous.

"Heh, I can't wait to do something that rhymes with 'truck'."

Stephan facepalmed. "Quit the sex puns, or I'll change my mind!"

And after that, Stephan and Lance became good friends with benefits. Of course, his girlfriend didn't need to know that.

The End?